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starstruckswordsmech

A family doesn’t have to be a mom, dad, and two kids

A family can be six Decepticons

Just six Decepticons and no children

trashtfcanons

six Decepticons and no EXTRA children you mean

trashtfcanons

*LL15 happens*

WHAT FOOLS WE WERE

letsdiscussrobots-blog

Ok so a human friend on the Lost Light somehow manages to get their hands on a slushie and because they haven't had one in so long they just start chugging it, everything's fine until the 'bots suddenly hear them scream "brain freeze" just imagine the chaos that would happen.

pfftt….

First Aid is tripping over himself rushing to get some heat pads. Tailgate is in PANIC MODE EXTREME™ you’re fairly sure he’s shorting out. Swerve is the only one laughing because HE knows what’s up, meanwhile even Whirl is horrified in his behavior. Swerve, how could you be so cruel? The human’s processor is FROZEN this isn’t funny.

Rodimus bursts in. It’s okay guys, he’s got this. He is fire.

Brainstorm stands still. He thinks he has been caught.

With a sigh, Ratchet looks up at the ceiling. “Hey, Primus,” he says. “We haven’t spoken in a while-”

trinarysuns

Me: (dozing peacefully)

My brain: The cold constructed were intentionally built as a perpetual underclass who could never gain legitimate political power because they weren’t made matrix-compatible

Me:

trashtfcanons

Mtmte Megatron and Fort Max with a smol s/o who hums whenever they're doing something absentmindedly? They'll be drawing and just start humming or fixing something and sometimes they don't notice they're doing it?

Hello~! It’s been a while, so hopefully this turns out okay! By smol s/o I interpreted it as a human s/o, lemme know if that’s alright <3

For Megatron’s story, I tried not to make it angsty, but being the absolute garbage can that I am it got there real fast, there is a little PTSD/Comfort that’s tied in there so please take heed with that, plz enjoy!

Timeline: MTMTE Megatron and LL Fort Max

Megatron

There was such a heavy and perturbing nature to silence. The thrumming of machinery –– sentient or otherwise, never seemed to fill the empty and uncomfortable feeling that permeated the air whenever there wasn’t a dire situation to occupy Megatron’s attention. It cruelly sat on his chest, an immense pressure that seemed to constrict his fuel lines and made him painfully aware of the energon pumping through every one of his joints, like an itch deep under his plating.

But silence was unavoidable, and it left him like a clay pigeon, staring right into the face of his past with nothing to shield him from millions of years’ worth of irrepressible and disturbing atrocities of his own design. It ate away at his spark apathetically in his most mundane moments of wordless solitude, little by little.

When you were near, however, the clear images seared into his circuitry seemed to fog over. Your presence was so small physically, but to him, it saturated the room with a warmth that extended beyond the literal. You did these little things that you didn’t even notice yourself; shifting, tapping, releasing deep sighs that he drank in whilst you were none the wiser. You would be concentrating on something, or lounging in his grasp and lazing the day away, and a small song would escape your lips –– barely audible, and he would melt away into it, wanting desperately to press your chest to his audials so he could drown himself in the sound. Your humming, as absentminded as it was, put him at ease like no high-grade could. You were not deaf nor blind to the person he was before the war ended, and yet it was in moments like these that made Megatron feel as though the two of you were without a single fault between you, and that he was deserving of the comfort and vulnerability you had graciously given him despite the things that still haunted him quietly. In you, he had found solace.

Fort Max

You were working with acute concentration the first time he heard you hum to yourself; it didn’t sound like anything you had enthusiastically shown him earlier from your terran music in slightest, but what had made him tense and turn on his auto-pilot was that it had an almost familiar quality to it, something distant yet incredibly unique in a way that made him want to search his processor for it –– like he had heard it before, but a very long time ago.

As you continued to quietly carry the tune whilst you sat on the dashboard, you were blissfully oblivious to Fort Max’s eyes resting squarely on your composed face. Unable to think of a source and wanting to avoid frustration over figuring out where he had heard the melody before, Max relaxed into the sound and let it wash over him in silence, zoning out. The vibration of your gentle notes in the air made him feel like he had not a care in the world, like the two of you were without obligations or time constraints, and that perhaps his sole prerogative in life could be to simply thrive from your presence. The thought was such a Primus-send, Max didn’t notice your eyes eventually lock onto his with an inquisitive quirk of your brow.

“Did I get oil on my forehead again? How does that keep happening?” you asked incredulously, chuckling quietly as you wiped at your face with the back of your forearm.

Fort Max emerged from his daydreaming with a start, quickly disengaging from auto-pilot and shifting the ship into a higher speed, focusing on the route in front of him.

“No no you’re fine,” he grumbles, clearing his capacitor and squeezing the steering equipent. “–Just thinking of a game plan for when we get to Necroworld, that’s all.”

You nod, a small smirk tugging at your lips as you change up the song to something upbeat, ‘Pop’ you had called it.

At this rate, it was beginning to become dangerous that he was hiding his feelings for you.

rocksinmuffin

so liasion made a cardbord minibot outfit before. how would everyone react to them making like a high quality minibot outfit which is meant to be cute but is more... sexy >:3

In response to this post: https://rocksinmuffin.tumblr.com/post/166927975548/the-liason-has-a-costume-that-resembles-a-mini

You’re surprised when Perceptor, completely unprompted, approaches you with the suit in hand. Apparently the old minibot suit you’d made for fun was so offensive to his sensibilities that he had no choice but to create a far superior one for you. You don’t really have a need for the suit but Perceptor mad early it for you and it would be rude to reject his thoughtful gift. You accept the suit from him and decide it wouldn’t hurt to test it out for the day.

But that’s where you’re wrong. Within minutes of putting on the suit, you receive wolf whistles from Rodimus, Getaway, and Mirage. All of them but Rodimus look sheepish when you remove the helmet to reveal who you are. Rodimus just flashes you double pistols and a wink.

Things get progressively worse when Trailcutter makes a drunken pass at you, complimenting your strong-looking shoulder plates, saying something along the lines of how they could hold the weight of his legs before he drifts into a highgrade-induced recharge.

You reach your limit when Whirl slaps a claw along the back of your aft; which, normally you could attribute to Whirl being his usual bastard self, except that he seems genuinely surprised that it’s you under the helm when you tug it off to shout at him. He scratches a claw over his helm; since when did you become hot, fleshbag?

You rush straight for the lab, barging in with an accusatory finger locked on and pointing straight at Perceptor. “You made the suit sexy!”

“Of course it’s sexy,” Perceptor answers matter-of-fact, not even looking up from his current project. “What kind of second rate scientist would design a suit that wasn’t?”

…He’s got a point.

rocksinmuffin

The liason has a costume that resembles a mini bot. Who thinks it's ridiculous, who thinks it's the cutest thing they've ever seen omg, and who actually thinks it's someone new and tries to mcFight them?

Truth be told, you look rather silly. The entire design is blocky becuase your costume is made primarily from cardboard boxes and tinfoil. Perceptor, unimpressed, informs you that your disguise could use a little more work. Before you can roll your eyes and tell him it’s just a costume, Brainstorm offers to help you, already rattling on about schematics and the potential for laser arm cannons. You have a mecha suit within the hour.

Tailgate immediately gushes over how cute your costume is, complimenting the visor and broad shoulders of your suit. He drags you over to Cyclonus, asking Cyclonus if he thinks you look cute, and Cyclonus covers his face with his hand and excuses himself from the room (he can’t handle how cute you are and he is suffering). Ultra Magnus also acts strange around you. You presume it’s because you’re having a good time and Ultra Magnus is allergic to fun but truth is that there’s something distinctly appealing to him about the thought of you wearing a robot suit.

Do you even have to ask? Everyone knows I’m gonna say Whirl wants to McFight you. He does that with every new ‘bot he meets. It’s how he establishes his dominance. Once he finds out it’s you in costume, he wants to fight you twice as hard for your cultural appropriation.

rocksinmuffin

Whirl trying to confess his love but then he gets distant and the crush confess all the love they have for him and kiss him

Whirl doesn’t know how to handle feelings. …Most feelings.

Apathy he’s familiar with and Rage is a friend of his but… Affection? Fondness? This Unnamed and Unspoken Emotion that flutters in his spark every time you look at him with that soft gentle expression of yours, as if you think that he is something fragile that you must treat with care? The Awful and Overwhelming Feeling that makes him forcibly mute his vocalizer when you brush your tiny fingers against the back of his claw because otherwise he might say something stupid and mushy and vulnerable? Ugh.

Yeah, nuh-uh, Whirl want’s nothing to do with that load of slag. Because he doesn’t need you or the soft ache in his spark you cause and definitely not because he’s afraid you won’t want him the way he wants you.

(And why would you want him? Why would anyone with options choose a damaged model?)

So he avoids you and your infectious softness. Refuses to give you the satisfaction of rejecting him. He’ll reject you first. Reject your gentle smiles and the warm brush of your fingers and the aching in his spark you bring him; though no distance is quite great enough to stop the ache he rejects it and the reason behind it just the same.

But you won’t just let him be. Won’t let him sabotage whatever it is between the two of you, not without a fight. Whirl thinks maybe it’s that sort of determined attitude that made him feel the Unmentionable for you in the first place, even before your soft looks and soft touches. Because you were gentle with him but not with the door of his habsuite as you kick at it enough force Whirl can feel the floor shake. in this moment you are fierce and harsh and strong in a way that Whirl cannot compare as you shout, “I love you, you fucking idiot!”

The kicking stops and Whirl hears your body slide down the door and slump into a pile on the floor. Can hear your slow heaving breaths if he strains his audial receptors.

The door opens and he peeks his head out, glowing golden optic making a sound like a camera shutter as he blinks down at you. “…you love me?”

Exhausted, shoulders slumped, you simply nod your head.

“Wow, how embarrassing for you,” he says though his tone lacks the usual sting of mockery as he settles next to you, clawed hand curling around your body as you lean into his frame. You turn your head to press your lips to his clawed finger and Whirl doesn’t even fight the warm feelings that wash over him from the gesture.

rocksinmuffin

This request is only semi serious because I love your shitposts more than anything but anyways can I get a Decepticon s/o who notices just how short Knock Out is compared to everyone and them pointing it out to him? Can be sfw, nsfw, IDC anything you write is brilliant

“Hey shortstack,” you greet Knock Out with a claw-like hand rubbing the top of his helm, equal parts affectionate and condescending. “How’s the view down there?”

Knock Out, who is perfectly crotch-height, gives a pointed look to your interface panel before tilting his head back up at you. “Not nearly as impressive as you think it is,” he answers with gleaming optics and a smug grin, destroying you instantly.

rocksinmuffin

You know that meme where that guy accidentally sends dick pics to his boss and the boss halts in pouring two glasses of wine when the guy says the dick pics were sent on accident? Imagine that but with Soundwave and a female reader who accidentally sent him nudes.

You’re dreading the summons before you even receive the message. You know it’s coming. You can’t fuck up to that extreme and not expect to face the repercussions. Chest aching with anxiety, you ping Soundwave to let him know you’re on your way.

You enter Soundwave’s office, expecting to be met with his intimidatingly stoic gaze. Instead, his back is to you. He’s fiddling with something that you can’t see from his position.

Back still facing you, Soundwave looks over his shoulder to address you as the door slides shut behind you. “Command: sit. Make yourself comfortable.”

You wince, making your way over to the hard metallic bench that serves as the only seat in the room. Whatever he’s planning for you won’t be quick. You plop yourself down on the uncomfortable, unyielding metal, mentally preparing yourself for the worst. Distantly, you notice music playing; something with a slow rhythm and saxophones.

“Do you know why I asked you to come here?” Soundwave asks in his disconcerting synthesized monotone.

You fidget in your seat. “Because I accidentally sent you nudes?”

Soundwave turns to face you, a cube of highgrade in one hand and a glass of red wine in the other. “Accidentally?”

rocksinmuffin

can i get some domestic grillby? ;v;

When Grillby returns home after a long day of work, he opens the front door to the comforting aroma of smoke.

Or, rather, it would be a comforting aroma if he did not live in a regular non-magic building on their surface with his human partner who cannot inhale smoke without serious consequences.

Grillby follows the source of the smoke to the kitchen only to find you crying and screaming as you furiously smash a pot lid against the grease fire roaring on your stovetop.

He rushes over, placing himself between you and the flames as he gently takes the pot lid from your hold, calmly setting it over the flaming frying pan and its contents until the fire smothers. Crisis averted and your safety secured, Grillby turns his focus on you to make sure you’re unharmed.

You turn your head to the side, gaze averted. “You spend all day making delicious food for people. Then you come home and cook for me.”

Grillby remains silent as he finds the freshly-applied bandage from when you sliced your finger a half an hour earlier. His hand hovers over the wound, flames briefly turning green as the soothing heat of healing magic restores you back to full HP.

“I just wanted you to be able to come home to a meal cooked for you.” You duck your head. “I ruined it. I’m sorry.”

Grillby watches you a moment longer before turning away from you and back to the stove. He removes the lid from the pan and only once he picks up a fork do you realize his intentions.

“No, Grillby, it’s burnt to all hell, please don’t—!”

Too late. You cut yourself off as the forkful of burnt food disappears near the flames of his face that act as his mouth. He pops and crackles and, after a moment of consideration, gives you a thumbs up.

“That’s… that’s very sweet of you, but you really don’t have to force yourself to eat the dinner I burned beyond recognition just to spare my feelings.”

Filled with determination, he turns back to the pan and reaches for another forkful.

“GRILLBY, NO!!!!”

rocksinmuffin

human who is completely oblivious to flirting, i frustrate my friends with this shit so,,,, like the robots have been droppin hints and outright askin to bone down and eventually think they arent interested,,, then they go on leave in an alien bar or w/e and humans gettin flirted with by an alien and when they leave they're like wow they were so nice n funny n friendly!!! robots like,, they were comin on to u,, u know that right?? human like no?? who would flirt with me??? who tries again? lol

Everyone had kind of given up on flirting with you after a while because they figured you just weren’t interested in a romantic or sexual relationship with a mech and you just pretended to ignore their advances instead of outright rejecting them because you were trying to be polite. Now that they know you were just oblivious to their advances, you’re back on the market.

Since they know subtlety won’t work, everyone starts upping their game. Swerve is going the classic route with chocolates and flowers. Rodimus is planning to leave a trail of flower petals all across the Lost Light that will start at the entrance to your hab suite and lead you directly to the recharge berth of the captain’s quarters. Whirl took a picture of his junk, signed and framed it, and plans on sneaking it under your pillow.

zenxenophilia

Yay! The askbox is open!!!! Could i request headcanons for future human s/o accidentally discovering Merformers! MTMTE Ratchet, Drift, Rodimus, Megatron, Swerve, Fortress Maximus, Whirl & Rung and instead of screaming in terror, they'll just speechless, admiring them and amazed at their existence? They also won't tell anyone because they know not everyone will leave them be or view them the same way. P.S. I love your blog. It's so much fun :)

Thank you. ;)

Ratchet: He’s a little annoyed at first. Go on then, shoo! Off with you! He doesn’t need a whole crowd of gawking fishermen to come crawling out of the woodwork if word gets out. He’s pleasantly surprised by your calmness and your quiet fascination though, once he realizes that you don’t intend to hurt him. You ask him about life under the sea and he regales you with tales of monsters, shipwrecks, and sunken treasure. He’s thrilled that you’re so eager to listen to him. He just wishes the other members of his pod could be as attentive and insightful as you.

Drift: He’s always had a soft spot for humans, so he’s thrilled that you don’t seem to be scared of him. (He often tries to strike up friendly conversation with some lone kayaker in the mangroves and gets very annoyed when they start screaming.) He finds your fascination with his color changing scales adorable and gives you a full display. He then asks you if you’d like to go snorkeling sometime so he can show you his underwater home. You’ve never seen true beauty until you’ve seen a mangrove forest from beneath the surface.

Rodimus: He’s curious and impulsive. Two things which tend to land him into trouble quite a lot. Luckily for him though, you seem like the kind of human who can keep a secret. (You also seem like the kind of human that he’d 1000% beach himself for just to get a better view but that’s neither here nor there.) Is at the same time smug and flustered and by your obvious amazement. He’s not used to getting this kind of attention from his pod mates, so this is definitely a welcome change. He makes sure to keep a sharp eye out for you in the future.

Megatron: He’s usually so careful about staying hidden, which is why it comes as such a surprise when you happen to catch him changing back into his true form just before sunset. He curses himself for being careless and not checking to make sure the beach was empty before shifting out of his human disguise. You gulp as he turns his massive head over his shoulder to face you, black eyes glinting in the light of the setting sun. “I- I won’t tell anyone,” you breath in a terrified whisper. “I promise.” “I know,” he grins before diving into dark waters. You don’t expect to see him again but the next time you head to the beach, there he is. Tall, dark haired, and broad shouldered, exactly as you remember him. He glances at you with the faintest hint of a smirk before passing by as if to say “Go ahead. Nobody will ever believe you.”

Swerve: He’s actually been watching you from a distance for quite some time, so he’s very flustered and embarrassed when you finally catch sight of him one day. But instead of fleeing back to town or screaming at him, or any number of unpleasant scenarios he had envisioned, you simply smile shyly and ask him for his name. Swerve is ecstatic. He talks to you for hours on just about every topic he can think of. He happily answers your questions and asks you several dozen of his own. He’s absolutely fascinated with human culture. If you bring him a present from your world next time you visit him, he’ll be over the moon with happiness.

Fort Max: He’s a great deal bigger than most merformers, but living so far up in the northern Pacific, he rarely has to worry about any run ins with humans. That is, until he happens to breach right next to your tiny fishing boat. He’s immediately mortified and worried that he might have accidentally drowned you, but… you don’t look like you’re hurt. In fact, you’re laughing, despite being drenched in cold sea water. Fort Max instantly takes a liking to you. You’re so small and cute, and the way you look at him like he’s the most beautiful thing in existence makes his stomach flip. Every time he gets flustered, he dives under the water and breaches again by the side of the boat. You find his reaction so funny the first time that you do it on purpose from then on.

Whirl: He doesn’t like being bothered. And he definitely doesn’t like nosy little bipeds sneaking around his turf. He lives alone for a reason. When he first sees you curiously navigating what you thought was an empty cliff side cave on the beach, he lets out a terrifying hiss, poisonous spikes extending threateningly. He thinks that’s the end of it when you take off running, but the very next day you’re back, this time with an offering of fresh cod fillets, picked up from your local market. He takes the food, warily, before slipping away again. To Whirl’s increasing… dismay? Delight? Annoyance? You keep coming back to see him, sometimes bringing him food or sharing stories about your hometown. Why, biped? Why are you doing all this for him? People are never nice just to be nice. Just, please, stop all this before he starts to get his hopes up…

Rung: He’s actually the one to approach you first. You often like to talk long walks around the lake whenever you feel upset or worried, but you never actually expect to meet anyone along the way, much less a friendly looking merformer who blinks up at you kindly from the still water as you gape in shock and quickly wipe away the stray tears from your face. “I’m terribly sorry,” he says in warm, hushed tones, like a stray summer breeze, “but I couldn’t help but notice that you seem to be in a spot of bother.” You spend the next few hours talking to this strange, compassionate creature. You find him to so empathetic, helpful, and surprisingly funny, that by the end of it, you’ve forgotten why you were even upset int he first place. When you finally get up to leave, you smile back at him over you’re shoulder. “This was a big help. Thanks for listening, Rung.” You don’t see the blush that creeps over his face as he slips back beneath the surface.

rocksinmuffin

This is not a sin but can you imagine the human on the Lost Light doing little things for the crew? Fixing up the tools for the 'bots who work in the medbay. Leaving a little note of encouragement to Rodimus and Swerve. Leaving a cup of energon on Ultra Magnus' desk every morning. They all take it for granted until, one day, the human gets sick and need a long time to recover. Cue them realising they miss these little touches and hope the human gets better soon.

Awwww, this is so cute!!!!!

Every day you like to go around the Lost Light, making your rounds. You do your best to make life easier on workaholic mechs like Ratchet and Ultra Magnus, bringing them energon and gently encouraging them to recharge when you know they’ve been working days on ends. You visit Rung to chat and occasionally build model ships together. You drop by Swerve’s to chat about movies and you drop off sheets of metal or anything you can get your hand says on to give to Ten for making crafts. Whenever Rodimus does a backflip off the Captain’s chair, you’re always there with a scorecard to rate a perfect 10.

Rodimus notices he’s missing his personal cheerleader when he almost nails a landing during some late night parkour and is met only with Megatron’s groans of annoyance instead of your applause. He immediately calls for a shipwide search of you. Ultra Magnus thinks he’s being a bit extreme but he still helps organize the search party.

They don’t have to search for long; you’re in your habsuite, trying to sleep off a fever and a headache. When the ‘bots express their concern, you just smile and advise them you’ll be fine after some rest.

That’s not good enough for Rodimus. You do so much for everyone aboard the ship; the least he can do is help take care of you until you’re feeling better. He and a small group of ‘bots dedicate themselves to caring for your health. Mostly it consists of them constantly knocking in your door, waking you up from your sleep to ask if you need anything before Ratchet chases them away.