Robots Hot, What Can I Say

self ship stuff here primarily reblogs Eclipse | she/they | 19 | icon made by the wonderful magicalmousey

[eclipsedships]

Blog intro thing

Yo, I'm Eclipse. This is my self ship blog, where I archive my self ship art, and reblog self shipping posts. My Main™ blog (the one that asks other blogs questions) is @midnightchronicles87, but my actual main blog is @eclipsedmoon87, so come say hi if you feel like it.

If you find this blog and either have the same f/o, or just here for the reblogs, feel free to follow. I'm perfectly willing to share.

F/Os and tags below the cut

Romantic f/os (💕 for current main f/o)

💕TFA Blitzwing: A Taste of Madness

TFA Prowl: Calm in the Eye of the Storm

TFA Megatron: Rebel Without a Cause... Unless?

MegaBlitzProwl: SoulSparks + tag of bot in question

GLaDOS (Portal): The Only Companion I Need is You

TFA Jazz: Sweet Dreams are Made of Music

JazzProwlBlitz: Ninjas and Oddities + tag of bot in question

Currently crushing on:

💕Shadow Milk Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom): Lies Dipped in Darkness

TFP Knockout/Breakdown (both of them)

TFP Soundwave

Bowser (mario)

TFA Shockwave: Flames Burning Bright in the Darkest Shadows

Lord Black Hat (Villainous)

Dr. Flug (Villainous)

Rouge the Bat

Shadow the Hedgehog

Platonic f/os:

TFA Optimus Prime

TFA Bulkhead

TFA Bumblebee

TFA Ratchet

TFA Lugnut

TFA Starscream

Waluigi (mario)

Fictional Enemies

TFA Sentinel Prime

TFA Ultra Magnus

TFP Megatron

TFA Lockdown

TFP Airachnid

Unrequited crushes

TFA Bulkhead (him on me in CitEotS)

TFA Shockwave (me on him in SoulSparks)

Whatever I've got going on with them (the complicated section):

TFP Starscream (jury's still out on what type he is so he goes here): Stars in the Night Sky

Pet f/os

Umbreon (Pokémon)

[fictionalfreaksineed]

Half Asleep Blitzwing Fanfic

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

You eventually fall asleep, when you wake up, you’re in your room. The window’s wide open and there’s new scratch marks on the paint. Blitzwing must’ve slipped you back inside when you fell asleep. He’s nowhere to be found, you search your property, he must’ve left. Well, if he’s going to make a habit out of staying over, might as well get him something better than just the tarps.

Blitzwing is back at base, it’s his turn to watch Sumdac afterall. “We have a question for you, professor.” He says, approaching the glass prison Isaac Sumdac is being held. “… what is it.” Blitzwing pauses before continuing. “There’s this human we’ve… grown attached to… but we don’t know what to do.” He confesses. “Well, I can guarantee they won’t like you if they knew what you do.” Issac says, trying to be as curt as possible.

You eventually drive back into the city, you assume Sumdac would like new materials. You park outside Sumdac Tower and head inside. The receptionist bot greets you and asks your business. “Hello, I have some metal and parts for Sumdac, if he’s interested.” You explain. The robot replies, “Sorry, Sumdac doesn’t work here anymore, I’ll contact Powell that you have an offer.” You freeze. How did Sumdac lose his job at his own company. Powell eventually comes down. “You must be Powell, I didn’t realize Sumdac quit.” You mention. Powell sighs, “Yes, poor Sumdac, he went missing a bit ago.”

Your heart sinks, missing? You knew him well, he was a nice man, you even met his daughter a few times. “Oh god, I hope he’s ok… I hope Sari’s ok…” you mutter. “Yes, yes, yes, she’s fine. Now, you said you had stuff to sell?” He quickly redirects. 

You leave the tower, he may be an asshole, but at least he paid you.

Suddenly there’s a loud crash nearby, your curiosity wins over your common sense and you go look. There’s the Autobots, and a giant Decepticon, he’s certainly bigger than Blitzwing. Then you notice Blitzwing’s there too, fighting the Autobots. You know you should run, go back home, but your legs refuse to move. You knew he was a Decepticon, but in this moment, he doesn’t look like the kind guy you knew. Suddenly, Blitzwing grabs the smallest Autobot, Bumblebee, and roughly toss him away. But, it happened to be right in your direction.

You shriek and dive out the way of the bot hurtling towards you. Bumblebee roughly lands, tumbling, the metal scraping on the pavement. Blitzwing’s head snaps towards your direction, his optic widening. Before he could do anything, Bulkhead tackles him. Bumblebee eventually gets up. “Hey! You alright?” You nod. “Yeah. What about you? You just got thrown.” He flashes a cocky grin. “Don’t worry about me, I’m tough, you should go before you get squished.” He quickly rejoins the fight.

As you drive back home, your mind races. Blitzwing is your friend, right? You’ve never seen him so angry before, so aggressive, not even Red. You’ve been letting this mech stay with you. You should’ve known better, he’s a Decepticon. You park and get out. You glance at the unfinished shed you were making for Blitzwing. You sigh, but before you can inside, there’s a giant thud behind you. “Y/n…” before you can even think you run inside. “Wait! Maus! Mausi! Please come out…” he pleads. You don’t answer, you don’t want to talk to him right now. “Please, just tell me if you’re ok…” you speak through the door. “I’m fine, just go.” He doesn’t respond, but you hear retreating footsteps and the sound of a jet taking off.

Blitzwing heads back to base, his spark heavy with an unfamiliar emotion. He lands and decides to walk the rest of the way to base. “Great, just great! Our only friend hates us now!” Red growls. Vrrrch. “It was bound to happen, mechs like us aren’t made to be… likeable.” Blue interjects coldly. Vrrrch. “But they liked us! They did! We can win them back, I know we can!” Black interrupts. Vrrch. “I know you’re delusional, but even you have to admit that we were doomed from the start.” He stops walking. Vrrch. “No, the only reason they’re mad at us is because we’re a Decepticon.” Black counters. Vrrrch. “No! No no no. You aren’t suggesting what I think you’re suggesting. We’re a con for a reason, the Autobots would never accept us.” Red mutters, like someone might overhear. Vrrrch. “Y/n had a point, we deserve better! We deserve better than endless abuse, war, at least the Autobots don’t have Megatron…” Black continues. Vrrch. “… I hate to say it, but you have a point… but how will we even convince the Autobots to accept us?” Blue responds. Vrrrch “Easy, we have information they want.” Black smirks.

Blitzwing sneaks back into the city, middle of the night. He exhales, opening his comms, trying to reach the Autobots. “Autobots, meet me at these coordinates, I have a deal to make.” The autobots arrive quickly. “What do you want?” Optimus asks cautiously. “I want to leave the decepticons.” Blitzwing quickly blurts out. The Autobots pause. “how can we trust you?” Optimus asks skeptically. Ratchet scoffs, “You aren’t seriously considering this?!” Blitzwing interrupts, “We know where Issac Sumdac is. I can give you his location if you let us join.”

They eventually lead him back to base. “Hm… it’s… quaint…” Blitzwing says, crouching through the doorway. At least the ceilings are high enough for him. Sari comes rushing out. “Guys- WHAT IS A CON DOING HERE!?” she shrieks. “I’ve come to join the Autobots, little one.” Blitzwing responds calmly. “AND YOU ALL TRUSTED HIM!?” Sari asks, addressing the Autobots now. “He has information on your father, sari.” Optimus answers. Sari pauses, then eventually made it back to her room. Blitzwing looks around, noticing the paintings. Vrrch. “Oooh, these are nice! Where’d ya get them?” Black asks. “I painted them.” Bulkhead answers. “They’re nice, I like the colors.” Blitzwing continues. “Enough about that, where’s Sari’s dad.” Bulkhead demands. Vrrch. “Yes, right, Isaac Sumdac is in the decepticon base, an old abandoned mineshaft in the forest. I can give you the coordinates, if you’d like-“ Blue starts. Bumblebee cuts him off, “Wait! I think I’ve seen it!” 

Ratchet stops Bumblebee from rushing out. “Wait, wait, why doesn’t the con do it? He can get in and out the safest.” Blitzwing freezes, stiff. Sounds like a bad idea, what if Megatron catches him, what if they ‘fix’ him again. “I… don’t think I can do that.” He slowly answers, slowly looking away from the Autobots. “Then we’d have to believe it’s a trap.” Prowl responds. Vrrrch. “HOW DARE YOU ASSUME I’M SETTING YOU ALL UP! DO YOU EVEN KNOW THE KIND OF DANGER IM PUTTING MYSELF IN!?” Red roars. He suddenly stops, hearing the soft patter of footsteps. It’s sari. “Please, Blitzwing… I miss my dad…” her voice is soft, sad, but there’s a hint of hope. Blitzwing sighs and crouches. “Ok, ok, don’t worry kleine. I’ll get him back.” Sari’s face is full of shock, like she expected to be dismissed. Then her whole face lights up, running up and hugging his leg. “Thank you!” Vrrch. Blue gently pats her head. “In the morning, it’ll be easier.”

The Autobots let him stay the night, though it’s out in the living room. He sits against a wall, then Sari sneaks out of her room, dragging a blanket with her. “Ah, hello again, kleine, shouldn’t you be recharging?” Blitzwing greets her. “I couldn’t sleep… can I stay out here with you?” She asks, already plopping down next to him. “If you must.”

The next morning he sneaks out, heading to the scrap yard. When he arrives, he gently taps on the window. The window opens, showing you, the human he’s missed dearly, though you look a little mad. “Y/n… I apologize for… everything.” He softly starts. Your expression softens and you let him continue. “We’ve missed you… and we wanted to tell you that you are our dearest friend. We never meant to scare you.” You sigh, “blitz… you’re hard to stay mad at, y’know that?” Vrrrch. “Wait! Are we friends again!?” Black excitedly asks. “I guess, but no more evil Decepticon stuff, ok?” You respond, a smile appearing on your face. Suddenly he snatches you up, holding you in both servos, nuzzling you. “Ok! Ok! I get it, I missed you too!” You respond, uselessly pushing at his face. He pulls his face away. Vrrrch. “I have to go… I’ll be back soon though… I hope.” Blue murmurs, setting you down.

Blitzwing enters the decepticon base. Megatron’s monologuing, until he notices Blitzwing. “Blitzwing, you’re late…” Blitzwing freezes. “Apologies, my lord.” “Lucky for you, you don’t need to know the plan today. It’s your turn to watch Sumdac.” Megatron says. He nods. Megatron and lugnut eventually clear out. Blitzwing walks over to sumdac’s cell. “Today’s your lucky day, professor.” He says quietly, opening the cell. “What? Why?” Isaac asks, confusion evident on his face. “Well, your daughter is very convincing.” He says, scooping up the human. Blitzwing transforms into a jet, securely keeping Sumdac in the cockpit as he takes off.

Blitzwing lands outside the base and enters. The Autobots rush towards him. “I got him, I got him, it’s ok.” He gently sets Isaac down. Sari immediately tackles Isaac in a hug. After the celebration and checking on Sumdac, the Autobots dissipate into their respective hobbies. Bumblebee’s loudly playing video games, Sari, bulkhead, and Sumdac are together, ect. Blitzwing goes after Optimus. “Wait, wait. Optimus, if I had a human friend, could I bring them around?” He asks. “I don’t see any reason why not, Blitzwing.”

You were working in the scrap yard, suddenly you feel a heavy thump behind you. Before you could turn around you’re scooped up. “Blitz! You need to start warning me!” Your protest seems to go in one audial and out the other as he nuzzles his faceplate against you. You stroke his cheek, “I know, I know, you missed me.” He continues holding you close, mumbling German. “You know I can’t understand you, big guy.” He nods. “I know, I was just saying how much I missed you.” He responds quietly. He pulls his face away before switching to blue. “Ever been in a jet before?” He asks. “Huh? No, why do you a-“ before you can finish, he transforms while holding you. You’re suddenly in his cockpit. You very quickly buckle up and he takes off.

“Open your eyes, liebling.” He quietly suggests once he stops ascending. You do, and it’s right at sunset where the sky is an array of colors. “Wow… it’s gorgeous.” You say breathlessly, patting the interior. “So, Y/n… we’ve known eachother for a bit… tell me more about yourself-” Blue starts. “Any special someones?” Random finishes. You tell him more about yourself, and laugh, “and no, I don’t have a partner.” Blitzwing hums in acknowledgment. “Got your eye on anyone?” He prys. “No, not really.” You respond.

He eventually lands and lets you out, transforming. “Welcome to the Autobot base, my friend.” He says, leading you inside. The Autobots are getting ready for recharge. Ratchet notices you. “Hey! What the- Blitzwing, who told you that you could start bringing people around!?” Vrrrch. Blitzwing steps infront of you, getting in Ratchet’s face. “Prime did, medicbot…” red growls. “Blitzwing, stop that.” You call up. He backs away from ratchet, scooping you up. He scowls at ratchet and walks into his new room. 

It’s quite empty, a berth and a work desk. “Wait, this was just a ploy to cuddle me, wasn’t it.” You say as he lays down on the berth, cupping you in his servos. Vrrch. “Whaaat? Don’t be silly~” black snickers, nuzzling you. He pauses, then asks, “out of curiosity, What would be your dream partner?” You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this quiet before. “Hm, I’m not sure… why are you so interested in my love life all of a sudden?” You ask. Vrrrch. “No reason.” Blue interjects. You smirk. “What about you? Do you have your eyes on anyone?” You tease. He blushes, looking away. “Holy shit, you do!” You exclaim. Vrrrch. “Maybe… but I’m not telling you nothing.” Hothead mutters. “Must be someone real special if it’s making you this flustered.” You continue, patting his cheek. You catch a glimpse of his optics under his visor, they’re partially half lidded, pupils blown wide. You stop, the pieces finally coming together. “It’s me, isn’t it?” Blitzwing’s face blushes bright blue, he immediately backs away, turning the opposite direction.

“Hey, c’mon, don’t just shut down, talk to me.” You say, reaching towards his servo. He pulls it away. Vrrrch. “No… you don’t need to humor me.” He responds coldly. You put your hand on his leg. “Blitz, look at me.” He finally looks at you, you see some sort of liquid welling in the corner of his optic. You gesture for him to lean down and he does. You wipe his optic. “It’s ok, big guy. No need to cry.” You say softly. “Aren’t you disgusted by us?” He asks, his voice shaky. “No, no, of course not, just surprised.” You explain. You gently kiss his nose, you can feel your lips almost stick to the cold metal. His face turns bright blue. “We don’t deserve this, liebling.” He mutters. vrrrch. “BUT I WON’T COMPLAIN, MÄUSCHEN!” Black exclaims, basically bashing his face into you.

[chippa44444]

Differences in attitude between enemies and lovers in Blitzwing (random)🎭

[chippa44444]

Differences in attitude between enemies and lovers in Blitzwing (icy)🧊

[revelboo]

Hiii Revel, I start my new job tomorrow ! While I’m not exactly too excited for this job I’m just sort of glad to have money coming in and I’ll get to interact with people instead of being cooped up in my house.

Anyways just wanted to say thanks, all the fics you post have gotten me through the worst of the worst these past 6 months. I really mean it, checking to see if you posted anything new was the highlight of my otherwise boring, hopeless day.

Seeing all your new AU’s, rereading your older stuff and falling in love with characters I never knew existed until you wrote about them brought me so much joy. Thank you so much, Revel, you’ll always have a special, little place in my heart ❤️

p.s when I get my money up I WILL be purchasing a crybaby >:)

Congratulations on the job! 💕 I’m glad you guys enjoy my silly, rambling stories

Humans’ Guide to Living With Cybertronians

Congrats and welcome to the club. You either were assigned, yoinked by, or befriended a giant, alien robot that can transform into something else. And it’s oh so easy to treat them like you would another human, right? Their expressions and behavior, even their forms can be uncannily familiar to us. Making you want to react to them like you would to a human.

But they’re not human and therein lies the problem. So you can use this guide to avoid awkward misunderstandings or as cheat codes to speedrun to the final boss called intimacy if you’re into that. Don’t make that face. It’s worth it.

First off, they’re social like we are. How social really depends on the individual, though. And let’s face it, after being at war for longer than our species has even existed, they can be a bit touch starved. Simple comforts like a touch, sharing a meal, or having someone to talk to mean a lot to them. That’s where things can get complicated, though.

Let’s talk fields . Biofields, EM fields, whatever you want to call them, we both have them. And where they learned to mute or hide what they’re feeling, we can’t. Mostly because we can’t feel them at all. That’s not to say, your skin won’t crawl and your instincts go berserk if you’re touching a very upset Cybertronian whose field is out of control. You will. It’s unpleasant. Don’t run. Seriously.

Those fields are what put us at an instant disadvantage. The fact that we can’t hide anything can make it almost addictive to them to reach for you. To be tactile just for the high of your field sinking into them, nothing hidden. It’s an intimacy usually reserved for conjunxes. A show of trust that you’re not hiding anything.

And that’s another thing. Conjunxes. It can come in two flavors: a ride or die, besties forever type or a bonded, intimate mates variety. Have fun figuring out which category your Cybertronian has mentally stuck you in, because these guys can be infuriatingly non-communicative. Especially about intimacy and vulnerability.

Don’t automatically assume that just because your Cybertronian is overly tactile that they’re after intimacy, either. Think about it like this: we’re small, soft, and warm. In their world, almost everything is hard, cold metal. So they can and do tend to like to carry humans around like glorified purse dogs. Not exactly romantic. But don’t get discouraged if you are after that cookie, because once you understand their behavior, it’s easier to give them a nudge in the right direction and go from talking hamster to romantic partner.

Sharing a meal or drink. That’s normal. Offering to hand feed or bringing treats/energon specifically for only your Cybertronian? That’s courting behavior. Washing or offering to wash them? Also falls in the courting category. They’re things partners do for each other.

Those are the obvious, big ones, not let’s talk about the nuance, because the devil’s in the details. If you and your assigned Cybertronian have an argument or you do something to make them cut off a conversation suddenly and leave the room, that’s an invitation. If you follow them, they’re going to see it as interest and for some of them, arguments are pretty much flirting so that’s an easy mistake to make. Because who walks off in the middle of an argument? They do.

Scent is another big one that we don’t always clue in on. If they’re gifting you “blankets,” most than likely those are used polishing rags. If they still smell like your Cybertronian and not cleanser, that’s an invitation, too. They like their scent on you and it’s the most subtle way of doing it, because they tend to not realize that our senses aren’t on par with theirs. If you accept the blanket, they see it as you accepting them. Congrats, you’re dating an alien.

Then you’ve got the not so subtle or patient ones that will just grab and handle you, rub their jaw or face against you. Carrying a Cybertronian’s scent is a quiet warning to other Cybertronians that you’re taken. And if they gift you anything you can wear that looks suspiciously like it might be made from them? Congrats, you’re now engaged. They use bits of their living plating to fashion conjunx gifts as an obvious warning that a partner is taken. And you can manipulate that behavior by wearing things in their colors or patterned after them, basically declaring you’re theirs.

Do with this information what you will.

[comfort-character-central-deact]

An f/o who helps care for you when you're not feeling well. Helping you take your meds, bringing you water and the proper foods, pampering you and making sure you feel as comfortable as you can (given the circumstances). Assisting with chores, doing what they can to get you to rest, and showing you that you've always got them to rely on.

[nanamisbakery]

To any self shipper with a demonized disorder, your f/o loves and cherishes you no matter what. Don’t let the stigma get you down!

[cursed-casanova]

imagining your f/o doing a chore or task with you is incredibly healing. Imagining them helping you get work done or folding laundry with you feels more rewarding. I want to imagine doing well for my partners so they aren't disappointed in me!

proship/darkship/neutral dni

[cervinae-canine]

waking up your grumpy f/o with kisses all over their face. watching them hold back a smile as they bury their face in the pillow. hearing them whine and groan as they try to keep sleeping (knowing well that they'd be pretty bummed if you stopped)

proship / comship do not interact or repost please!

[the-unreachable-star]

Happy Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week to all the arospec selfshippers out there! I know selfship tends to focus on romantic relationships, which can feel very isolating to arospec people (who may already struggle with feeling alone in their experiences outside of these spaces), so I just want to give a shoutout to everyone across the aromantic spectrum in this community:

Arospec selfshippers who have romantic f/os

Arospec selfshippers who have NO romantic f/os

Arospec selfshippers with queerplatonic f/os

Arospec selfshippers who have f/os they can't easily label their relationship with

Romance favorable arospec selfshippers

Romance averse arospec selfshippers

Arospec selfshippers whose feelings towards romance fluctuate

Arospec selfshippers who are also part of the asexual spectrum

Arospec selfshippers who AREN'T acespec

Arospec selfshippers who also happen to be aplatonic or identify with any other aspec identity

Arospec selfshippers of color

Arospec selfshippers who identify as women

Arospec selfshippers who also have any other queer identity

And any other type of arospec selfshipper

You are all amazing, valued members of the selfship community and deserve to be celebrated and listened to this week, and every other week of the year.

[fruitypie-daydreams]

It seems like most people only have romantic F/Os so I'm curious -

Which of these applies to you?

I only have romantic F/Os

I have a mix of romantic and non-romantic F/Os

I only have non-romantic F/Os

Voting ended onFeb 21

[hartleyxhartley]

Sometimes there will be characters that make you think "Somebody needs to selfship with this character, but I am not the right person for that job"

[fiirstloves]

♡ — how long?

days. weeks. maybe even months. you're not even sure anymore, but you are aware that you haven't reached out to anyone in such a long time. ruminating in your own thoughts. your phone buzzes with notifications of messages and your social media doesn't fare any better. you should respond back, you want to, yet the motivation for anything leaves you sick to your stomach. maybe it will go away, you will fade away in the background and it will be okay to live in the shadows.

riiiiiiiiing

you don't pick up your phone. letting it go to voicemail. but curiosity leaves you wondering what the message was and you let the voicemail play it out when a familiar voice catches your attention.

"hey, it's been a while." your f/o's voice calls out to you. and you move just an inch closer to your phone. "sorry for spamming you as much as i have but wanted to check in on you." a lump in your throat catches your sobs and holds them down as you listen further. "just wanted to let you know, if you ever want to talk, i'm here for you." do they sound nervous? it's hard to tell even now. "b-but it's no rush! again, completely at your pace… i'll let you go for now."

"love you."

when did you start to cry? you can't tell if you're laughing or sobbing but those emotions that lay dormant bubble like a boiling pot. you grab your phone, playing the voicemail multiple times to soak in their words.

you aren't ready to respond yet. but at least you know you can keep moving forward knowing someone cares.

divider @/giraisol

plain text under the cut!

♡ — how long?

days. weeks. maybe even months. you're not even sure anymore, but you are aware that you haven't reached out to anyone in such a long time. ruminating in your own thoughts. your phone buzzes with notifications of messages and your social media doesn't fare any better. you should respond back, you want to, yet the motivation for anything leaves you sick to your stomach. maybe it will go away, you will fade away in the background and it will be okay to live in the shadows.

riiiiiiiiing

you don't pick up your phone. letting it go to voicemail. but curiosity leaves you wondering what the message was and you let the voicemail play it out when a familiar voice catches your attention.

"hey, it's been a while." your f/o's voice calls out to you. and you move just an inch closer to your phone. "sorry for spamming you as much as i have but wanted to check in on you." a lump in your throat catches your sobs and holds them down as you listen further. "just wanted to let you know, if you ever want to talk, i'm here for you." do they sound nervous? it's hard to tell even now. "b-but it's no rush! again, completely at your pace… i'll let you go for now."

"love you."

when did you start to cry? you can't tell if you're laughing or sobbing but those emotions that lay dormant bubble like a boiling pot. you grab your phone, playing the voicemail multiple times to soak in their words.

you aren't ready to respond yet. but at least you know you can keep moving forward knowing someone cares.

[cupids-arrow-heart]

Your f/o telling you about their silly interests.

[kruxband]

f/o who feels inherently unlovable, who feels like no one will ever accept or love their real self, finally feeling truly and unconditionally loved after meeting you :]

[loversfeathers]

f/o(s) who want to impress you... f/o(s) who like to show off a bit in order to see what your reaction is... f/o(s) who like to know what sort of jokes make you laugh, and they try to make similar ones later just to hear your laugh and see you smile one more time... f/o(s) who keep talking about you when around others but suddenly become a bit more silent or awkward when you are in the same room as them... f/o(s) who want you to give them attention, but won't be direct about it... f/o(s) who are crushing on you so hard it's embarrassing for others to watch /silly, j

[nanamisbakery]

Touch starved f/o clinging to you as often as possible