Donutisms

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guess who might be back!! that’s right, it’s me! 

[war--machine-deactivated2021012]

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war--machine‌:

     “But, baby boy, I would never shoot someone I love. Plus, you’re much too precious for target practice.”

♡–||;; “Aw, ‘Hide, you’re embarrassing me. You don’t have to be nice, you know I’d chose you over Felix any day!”

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Donut’s TF verse is basically ‘Giant Aliens adopt Child Soldier’.

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war--machine‌:

     “What ya should really ask yerself is: Who’s more likely to stab ya, humanity, I.E. Feix, or yer lovin’ father?”

♡–||;; “I don’t know. You look like you’d shoot me, probably. And getting shot hurts a lot too.”

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megalomaniism‌:

     “You back humanity, you dumb asshole!”

♡–||;; “But you -- the apparent spokesman of humanity -- have tried to kill me. Many times.”

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♡–||;; "Who do I back? Humanity or alien dad?”

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callout post for @neglectedhumanity for posting really pretty locus gifs. like how dare you.

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concrete-guardian:

  his helm tilted to one side, curiosity growing. there was no way this was a sparkling, speaking like that. perhaps a minicon of some sort? canopy wiggled his digit a little, shaking the others hands as he did so.

     ❝Could you please wake up? I have questions.❞ the mech made a terrible attempt at persuasion, voice gentle.      ❝It’s okay if you don’t though. I can wait.❞ such a powerful mech. just listen to that demanding tone.

♡–||;; He wriggled slightly and almost gave another paw at the intruder, parting his lips to whine something to ‘doc’, but stopped as his brain began to process the mech’s words. It took a few moments, Donut absolutely still, then he jerked suddenly with a sudden flash of lights across the tough mesh underneath the pink armour. 

“Oh crap, oh crap,” he blurted out, only to end up taking a bit of a tumble in his haste. His voice panicked; did this alien know what he’d done? Did he recognise the armour that he wore, as he was sure the Freelancers were still active and using similar armour? 

“I didn’t know,” he continued, palms up and in a show of submission. The lights flashed with his quickened heartbeat, as it was programmed to do. “I’m not a danger! No weapons! See--” He gestured to the empty holsters, though a few grenades could be seen if one looked hard enough.

[concrete-guardian]

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  canopy shifted, sitting up from his recharging position to legs crisscrossed. his em flared out, sensing the area for any potential threats as he prepared to be on his way. something close by caught his attention. there was an em field by his side, a small and weak feeling one, but present nonetheless.

  teal optics glanced to his left, spotting the small pink form by his side quickly due to the bright color. a digit gently reached down to poke at the small figure. curious. it seemed to be a very strange little sparkling.

     ❝Well now… where did you come from, little one?❞

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♡–||;; He’d been tired and running from the government, and a pile of what had appeared in the dark to have been rubble seemed to be his best bet to stay hidden for the night. And for the first time in weeks he hadn’t dreamt of destruction and the pleads of dying aliens, as he stayed curled against a rise in the ‘rubble’. 

He stirred at the bump to his armoured form, words barely reaching his ears and sounding so far away to his exhausted mind. He scooted closer to what he’d been leaning again, gloved fingers wrapping around a piece of metal--a piece of the curious alien, not that he knew that.

“Five more minutes,” he all but whined, voice muffled by the helmet. He turned his head and hid against the form next to him, one hand pawing at air to chase away what had bumped him. “Make it ten and I’ll make breakfast.”

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the one thing i love about the child soldier & metal gods verse is that donut is just doing the best he can, and robots love him.

[neglectedhumanity]

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oppositeofthepositive:

“ Hell yeah I do if you’re my little brother I have like…ten years of birthday presents to catch up on. Humans like that kind of stuff right? ”

♡–||;; “Eighteen. I’m eighteen. But it doesn’t matter -- while gifts are nice, especially really nifty birthday gifts, it’s the experiences of being with the people you care about that matters, not the sparkly things.”

Another pause, “I really like sparkly things though. Don’t think that I don’t, it’s just really hard to keep things nice and shiny, and together, when you have friends like I do.”

[rebellious-analyst-blog]

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     He looked barely old enough to wear the uniform he sported and his hair was absolutely mess of blond and sticking up every which way. And as she watched him out of the corner of her eye, she swore there was some pink tipping the golden spikes, and she nearly slammed her head against the keyboard in front of her.

     They sent a child to babysit her while she dipped her toes into some encoded message that could backfire horribly. Not even an Autobot in sight within the proximity of the old bunker they were currently stationed at, at Command’s insistence in case something went wrong.

     “They think we’re expendable,” she told him, gaze flickering from the screen to the boy, then back again. “They’re not going to risk the experienced, the important–so they sent us because if some psycho Decepticon shows up, who cares if the chatty analyst and some kid end up dead. I hope you know that.”

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♡–||;; Not even her words seemed to disturb the young soldier, who remained leaned against the railing leading to the exit. His gun stayed loosely held in hands, gaze focused on the barrel and oddity of how different it had been--made for massacring Cybertronians, not organic.

“I don’t believe that,” he piped up, sounding less confident in his words than he’d ever care to admit. “They know you’re the best at what you do. That’s why there’s nobody else, because you’re not going to fail. You’re going to crack that message and we’re going to go home, without Decepticons showing up and ruining everything.”

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oppositeofthepositive:

“ Ironhide, and yes it does. ”

♡–||;; “Oh! Robot Dad! I get it now -- sorry! Don’t worry, he didn’t stick his dick in anything to result in me. He’s just nice to me and I consider him family for it.”

A pause, fingers brushing through blond hair awkwardly, “well, I mean, him and Felix do a lot of weird stuff, mostly Felix because Felix, but you get it. So unless Felix is my other dad, I don’t think you have anything to worry about at all.”

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oppositeofthepositive:

“ That depends if dad kept his dick to himself.”

♡–||;; “That’s not real helpful. Who is your dad? Do we need to do a dna test? Does that work with aliens?”