#1 Swerve lover

transformers selfship sideblog. 20s she/him

[moonbugggy]

pinned post time!

Fair warning- there will be occasional nsfw posts. More explicit stuff will be tagged with valveplug, but I don't currently have a tag for stuff that's less explicit/more silly. Browse at your own risk.

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[moonbugggy]

I'm not gonna post pics now because I'm still camping but rest assured I brought Swerve and have been taking him everywhere with me. I am cringe but I am free<3

[moonbugggy]

Actually relevant but I stopped at a mall and saw an even tinier Swerve figure and I'm kicking myself for not buying it it was so cute

[moonbugggy]

You guys are seriously gonna love some of these pics they're a lot of fun

[rotten-3y3s]

ARCEE ANS KUP!! Planning on drawing Blurr next

[stinkytrashman]

was going to make some gay megatron bullshit but then I realized all megatron art I make is inherently gay megatron bullshit. Happy pride❤️

[thickness-protection-program]

I'm probably someone's "not this guy again" on Tumblr

[revelboo]

revel! can we get a photo of your constructicon figurine line-up! you have them all posed so cute, it looks like they’re talking on their lunch break lol

Sure!

🤣 oh dear. I swear I was trying to find a picture of IDW Scav and I um, I got distracted. But what a view

Guilty

Scavenger x reader

• Knows he should leave. What would the others think if they knew he was sneaking around? Spying on some little organic. Fascinated by you. Wishes he could find the others even if they’d only mock him for being a deviant. Would welcome mockery if it meant not being alone. Had scanned a compatible vehicle mode and hid himself in a construction zone. The humans working had been a little confused to find an extra excavator, but had dismissed it as someone’s screw up from what he can tell. Which works for him. Isn’t about to let any of those organics in his altmode, though.

• They’ve definitely tried, though. Swearing and arguing among themselves when he stubbornly keeps them locked out. Ignoring them, his attention always shifts to the other side of the fence. To the house there and you. Waiting for you to come out, listening for your soft voice singing to yourself as you trim branches and water plants. Likes that sound. It’s what made him decide to take you with him. Spent too long here. Needs to find the others. Now, he steps over the fence into your yard, trying to keep low and hoping humans don’t see well in the dark. You’re less active at night.

• Crouching as he circles your house looking into windows, he wonders what the others will think of his song bird. Of you. They’d let him keep you. At least, he hopes they would. Maybe he could get you to sing for them. That might convince them. Wants something soft and warm to keep him company. He’d heard you outside talking to someone on your tiny communication device before. Had imagined you were talking to him. Smiling for him.

• Startling awake when you hear a crack, you push upright. Can see something moving on the other side of your bedroom window, a massive shape. Then there’s a red glow that casts your room in fitful light. Breath locking in your chest, you hear that cracking again and you scream when massive servos break through the window and wall like it’s tissue paper. Falling against the wall when you shove yourself away from that massive, groping hand, you yelp when the bed slides. And you’re falling between the bed and wall, getting stuck as you try to wiggle free.

• Sticking his hand into your home, he can hear your frantic screaming as he fumbles around. Venting in annoyance, he tears away more of the wall so he can see what he’s doing. There you are. Trying to hide. “You’re going to like my brothers,” he soothes, sliding the bed away from the wall and hearing you hit the ground with a thump that makes him wince. Catching you when you lunge to your feet, you feel even more insubstantial in his servos than he’d imagined as you struggle. You’re scared now, but he’ll convince you and he won’t be alone. You’ll respect him, listen to him. And maybe then the others will, too.

[deepseadork]

Part of the reason why humans are so useful on cybertronian ships is because we make excellent lockpicks (this also goes for any small, dexterous species). Can't find the key to your drawer? Here comes a human to slip their whole arm into the key slot!

I think this would make us super useful during scientific and criminal investigations alike as well, because any lock or puzzle they can't crack would be easy for us. Cybertronians whom dislike humans may argue that there's some insanely wacky and efficient tool for this kind of thing (because let's be honest, they do have some crazy ass stuff), but equipment like that is rare and expensive. So if you don't have big money or a mad scientist aboard, the humans will step in.

Lastly, this eerily powerful talent of ours makes us a huge threat to enemies. Aww, what's that? Someone unlocked the safe you kept your evil secret plans in? Hm, that sucks, anyway bye!! *walks away with a bag suspiciously shaped like your top secret plans*

[moonbugggy]

I'm not gonna post pics now because I'm still camping but rest assured I brought Swerve and have been taking him everywhere with me. I am cringe but I am free<3

[moonbugggy]

Actually relevant but I stopped at a mall and saw an even tinier Swerve figure and I'm kicking myself for not buying it it was so cute

[transingsomeformers]

squares are hard

[moonbugggy]

I'm not gonna post pics now because I'm still camping but rest assured I brought Swerve and have been taking him everywhere with me. I am cringe but I am free<3

[sockiepuppetry]

AU where Optimus tasks the Autobot Air team to teach the Baby Aerial bots to fly

[donfeliceano]

SILVERBOLT NOOO

[penny-anna]

do you think Transformers w aquatic alts have the baby otter problem when new

[penny-anna]

when a new submarine Transformer is birthed they just get chucked in a big pool to figure it out and they're in there like blagh bddlob bloob while the older submarine bots stand around like its ok their transformation instincts will kick in ANY second now :)

[yougotthetouch]

slightly more skint than I thought this month so... I'm bringing this back! get your very own masterpiece now!!

[dezmolad]

character analysis

[unkeysy]

The G1 (& TFP) viewing experience

[revelboo]

Hey, I was thinking of a cultural activity where the caretakers write letters using the characters that Cybertronians use for their language. It could be something about how they feel about their Mech, or a sort of “feel-good” message—and then the Mech in question picks a little piece of paper out of a jar and reads it. :3

I don’t know, I feel like it’s a gift that some of them might need :D

Awwww that’s such a cute idea!

Encouragement

Swerve x Reader

• What are you doing, because it’s starting to drive him crazy. You’d shooed him away when he’d tried to get close enough to snoop after demanding a character cypher for your alphabet to his. Now you’re stretched out on your stomach, legs swaying in the air as you write on little scraps of colored paper before carefully folding them into tiny stars and dropping them into a jar. Some kind of secret human thing? A custom he wasn’t aware of? Venting as he tries to pretend that he doesn’t care, he really wants to grab that jar and dump it out. Unfold those tiny stars to figure out what you’re writing. And why it’s so important that you’re ignoring him.

• It’s a bit more work to write in your language using his alien glyphs instead of your own alphabet, but you’re pretty sure he’ll love this. At least, you hope he will. Especially since he’s hovering and trying his hardest to peek at what you’re doing since he has no patience whatsoever. “I’m bored. Aren’t you bored?” He mutters and you fight back a laugh as he vents dramatically. What’s it been? Two hours? You not paying attention to him is apparently killing him. “Don’t you want to do something?”

• “I am doing something,” you counter, still writing. Maybe you’re breaking up with him. In one single word at a time written on those papers and folded into stars. Maybe the fun is watching him unfold them all and spend hours trying to get them in the right order only for it to be an anti-love letter. ‘You’d just tell me if you didn’t love me anymore, right?’ He asks and you look up with a frown. “What now?” Gesturing sullenly at the paper stars, he shrugs as you stare at him like he’s being irrational. ‘I mean you wouldn’t go to diabolical and elaborately time-consuming means to break up with me, right?’

• What? Huffing out an exasperated breath, you stick your hand in the jar and find a colored star. “Yellow is for anxious, but I guess it covers being paranoid and weird,” you say, holding up a yellow, origami star. And he makes a face, mass shifting and pinching the star in his big servos as he tries to open it without crushing it. Watching him smooth out the paper, his frown deepens. ‘Yeah, yellow is for jibberish, apparently,’ he mutters and you snort at him, showing him the cypher. “Translate it to my language first, you goober.”

• Eyeing you and trying to decide if this is in fact a trap, he slides the cypher over and translates the characters into your language. “I love how I feel like I’m allowed to be myself with you,” he reads and you shrug, looking away. And you swat his hand when he tries to turn over the jar to dump out the stars and read them all. ‘No, that’s not- you have to wait. There’s a color coded key and you can open one star a day!’ You protest with a laugh as he tries to get the jar away from you. “I just want to open a couple more,” he tries, arm hooking around you.

[midnitevulturezz]