[shigeki-hizashi]

TLDR- I'm morally grey and have fucked up humor, don't take it personally, it's how I cope with life

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My favorite thing is when you don't even hide that you're unhinged and a little off kilter in the head, and people act surprised when you have a twisted sense of humor

Like....just...just don't follow me. Don't follow me, or if it's just that bad, block me. I've never once claimed to be an exemplary person or an esteemed example of all that is good and right in the world. I'm NOT.

I'm fucked in the head, I know I'm fucked in the head, and I know WHY I'm fucked in the head, and I just don't have the privilege of access to quality therapy or counseling.

Different peeps have different ways of coping with trauma. Mine is unhinged humor. Don't take it personally if I find something funny that you don't. I see something come across my feed, I think it's funny, I share it. That's it. No big nefarious plants to attack someone as a person.

Just unfollow or block me and move on with your life. Taking everything as a personal attack makes for a very exhaustive and miserable existence. I would know, I've been there, I've done that.

A lot of people have been through some fucked up shit, including at the hands of our own FAMILY. unhinged humor is not a personal attack, if I wanted to do personal attacks, it would be directed at the asshats who hurt me, not random peeps on the Internet that I don't even know

[revelboo]

Hi RevelBoo!!! Do you remember the TFP daycare fic you did? With all the bots with their human and sparklings? I remember Predaking had I think two sparklings and I’d love to know more about them! Maybe see a small fic with them! Do they act like little wild animals lol?

I remember!

Daycare Pt 2

TFP Predaking x Reader

• Trying not to laugh as one of your kids wobbles into your lap, nearly toppling over face first with their mouth open, you dip a plastic spoon into the slightly gelled energon, stirring to mix up the metal sediment trying to settle in the bottom of the container and make an mmm noise as you hold out a spoonful. Trying to get most of it in the sparkling as he impatiently chirps and wiggles, his two siblings rolling together squabbling over a stuffed animal and growling at each other. Most of the other alien babies at least look humanoid. They look like chubby, living metal babies. You got wobbly little dragons that act more like kittens than babies.

• Stretched out in his altmode, his mandibles flex as an optic opens. Watching another sparkling heading for you and his young as the end of his tail flicks. And you huff out an amused laugh as the sparkling grabs onto your sleeve, mouth open and bouncing on its peds. Not even surprised when you scoop out a spoonful and feed the tiny seeker flicking its wing nubs and chirping. Plating lifting slightly in threat when the bitlet’s sire strides over to retrieve it, Predaking hisses softly. Pleased when two of his own brood hiss uncertainly, ting wings flaring.

• Wiggling a finger at the tiny seeker when Starscream grabs the sparkling and strides away, your own son rocks against you with his front paws, chirping. The other two making their less than graceful away toward you realizing there’s food. And you’re aware of Predaking shifting himself into a loose half circle around you and the kids, so that when he vents, you get washed in heated air. Leaning back against his head, you start alternating which sparkling gets a bite as they all warble and crawl all over you and each other.

• “Think they’ll transform soon?” You ask and his optics slide open. Realizing you’re staring at another human carrier with their bitlet. Rumbling softly, his mandibles flex. ‘They’re vulnerable while their plating is still forming. This shape is safer,’ he murmurs. Because his young aren’t nearly as helpless as most of the other sparklings. Able to get around on their own even if they’re wobbly and uncertain of their balance. Trying to pounce things and missing. Though, his sparklings aren’t the only ones who started in their altmodes rather than their bot form. Head turning, his wings shift against his back as he studies Hardshell and his offspring.

• Trying to not be disappointed in the answer, it’s not that you don’t think your kids are adorable, because they are, but you’d expected babies. Like the other human parents have. Baby sized, chubby dragons weren’t exactly on your bingo card, but then you’d not really known what to expect anyway. Not when your husband is a giant, alien space dragon whose species was extinct. Scooping out another spoonful, his head tilts to brush against your arm and side. “Our den is safe, they have plenty to eat. They’ll transform soon,” he says, sounding certain as you keep feeding them bites.

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[dailymothanon]

It’s always so depressing to me how Soundwave was found in Dead End, forgotten trash among trash… and every person he tried to trust and have faith in merely threw him away as if he were just a dull tool after they no longer required him in their plans 💔 back to being nothing that meant nothing to anyone but Ravage and the birds

[keferon]

Okay. So uh. If I was writing it as a fanfic I would write Shockwave perfectly pretending to be asleep without opening his eyes…er…eye. Unfortunately this is not a text and I cannot just narrate his internal emotions so~ You’re gonna have to assume no one saw him peeking at the conversation ok?

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[revelboo]

Fell down a rabbit hole of cursed TF plushies and I’m pretty sure these are all official 🤣

I thought it was screaming at first. It’s just his mask, but now that’s all I can see

He’s just a little guy… with T-rex arms

Exhaustimus Prime

Well, he does have a big head…

All I can think of is a furby and this is honestly just as terrifying

Howard the duck in Oppy cosplay? I know it’s not, but my brain keeps seeing a duck bill

Chonk

I’d scream too, Bee

It’s like something your grandmother gives you for a birthday because you said you liked Transformers. Giving 10/10 cursed doll vibes

[axiondelta]

"This is fine" but it's Soundwave. The things he has to deal with. I'm sure this is his general state of being at this point.

In other words, the heatwave is back. Every time I stepped outside today, it felt like I would spontaneously burst into flames.

[karasuyearn]

I drew bayverse wavewave comic, but due to commitments I can't post it for a year and a half

Shockwave x satellite Soundwave is my favorite wavewave

[chamm0y]

oh bayverse wavewave, you will always exist in my head 🙂‍↕️ (and most other ships) 💋 love youuuu

[karasuyearn]

I’m alive:>

Prime 2nd season is still not available in Japan;<

[heckyeahponyscans]

The fact that “dolls having a tea party” has stuck around in the public consciousness is fascinating to me.

Like, back in the Old Days that would be a way that women would actually socialize.  So if a girl had a doll tea party, she was imitating her mom / other contemporary women.

But these days contemporary women don’t have tea parties. So now, the idea of “dolls having a tea party” is an echo of an extinct behavior, only repeated and referenced because it used to be so prevalent.

So a Barbie in a big hat themed for a tea party is a bit like if they made Transformers that turned into stagecoaches and horse-drawn buggies.

[mysticsybil]

Like I wouldn’t buy the fuck out of stagecoach transformers

[kradeiz]

Prime and Prejudice

[juani-momo]

I mean, Soundwave still transforms into a cassette player

[heckyeahponyscans]

Only when they are making toys that appeal to the older nostalgic collectors. With their kid-focused playlines they dropped the cassette player form in 1995. Since then he has taken on the form of:

a van

a car

a drone

a jet

a spacecraft

and most recently a submarine with tons of fan art potential

[shigeki-hizashi]

[dailymothanon]

Itchy deck… idk I just assume it must feel real good to have it scratched, especially deep down in there 🤔 gotta be the only time Es Soundwave isn’t pissed off tho 😒 maybe that’s why he’s always mad. He needs that deck scratched good

[revelboo]

Now i dont except you to reach this later dear Revel, but i ask for help, my future week has been ruined was gonna go short hair after a long time but instead got a sprayed ankle, ruins work ruins my move in day , i aint jinking but hopefully not my period coming, but the biggest horror was finding no recent soundwave fic from anywhere, so i came for you to help 🫡

Thank u for hearing me out , thank u with with a heart and may ur steps actually be walkable

I can definitely help with the last part at least

After Pt 10

Soundwave x Reader

• Studying him as you walk beside him, he’s never exactly been a chatterbox, but he seems quieter than normal. Withdrawn and it doesn’t help that your mind keeps circling back to the fact that he’d stood up for you. And possibly threatened the principal for you. “Are we good?” You ask, looking up at him and he vents softly, staring at you. “You’re just quiet.” Wish you could tell what he’s thinking. Why he keeps close to you, reaches for you. Has to be lonely. Like you are. You’ve at least got other people around, other humans. But there are only a couple other Cybertronians in your city as far as you know.

• You ask him things like that and his resolve wavers, servos flexing to reach for you. Moving slowly so he doesn’t startle you, he reaches to brush a servo against your cheek, fascinated with the softness of you. “All’s well,” he replies even though he’s not so sure. Wanting things he shouldn’t. Like you. A future. An after. Letting his hand fall, you reach for him. Sliding your palm into his as you swallow, your smile uncertain and he can’t look away from your small hand in his. ‘So what movie are we going to?’ You ask and it takes him a klik to even realize you asked a question. Too transfixed by your hand in his. That you’d reached for him.

• And you’re pretty sure your awkward self just made this weird because he’s staring at your hand in his. Why had you grabbed his hand? It’s not like this is a date. It’s just two coworkers going to a movie together. Platonically. Trying to pull away, his servos interlace with your fingers. Refusing to let go. Thoroughly flustered, you can feel your skin prickling with awareness of how close he is. The heat of his frame. “Yours Forever and Always,” he murmurs and your mind blanks. “The movie?” He adds as you want the ground to open up under your feet. That’s the new cheesy romance flick, isn’t it?

• “Sure. It’s a date,” you answer, staring at the ground before you run your other hand over your face, eyes closing like you’re in pain. Your field an embarrassed mess even without your emotions and fractured thoughts spilling into him with his telepathy. Fans cycling on, he gives in to the urge to rub his servo over your knuckle and your shoulders hunch. Doesn’t know what to say now. What to do. But he doesn’t want to let go. Has a feeling you’ll run if he does. That he’ll chase. “Not a date-date. Just two friends. Together. Watching a movie.” Lips twitching behind his mask as your shoulders shake like you’re silently laughing, that need to protect you lifts through him. And it’s that same urge that had made him refuse to let you get fired.

• Feeling the awkwardness sliding inexorably into almost painful territory, he’s still holding your hand. While asking if you want to go watch a sappy romance flick with him. You’re pretty sure this is the real reason why coyotes gnaw their legs off when they get caught in traps. Struggling with the urge to laugh at the ludicrousness of this whole situation, you only resist because you don’t want to hurt his feelings. Like him too much for that. And that thought stops you short as you blink. You like him. Do you actually have a crush on him? When had that happened? Wait, is this a date-date?

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[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

chinese high-end business war by 双面笑笑

[cheesencrackersinprison]

I want this as a long ass show where every episode's this

[keferon]

Found a mole cricket yesterday and it had the cutest lil paws and the biggest wettest saddest eyes I ever saw on a bug. No one else was able to appreciate the 🥺 aspect of the creature.

[twilightna]

@keferon You tell us you found a mole cricket and don’t post a picture of the cutie!?

[keferon]

I didn’t have anything to take a photo with

[zeropro]

Sooo,um....where's skywarp?..o.o

Stowaway [<]

[revelboo]

Recently got the Blokees TFO Soundwave!!

My first champion series Blokees and my first model kit that came in runners!

Nice! They’re a lot of fun to assemble

Paradise Pt 4

TFO Soundwave x Reader

• Cheek against his chassis, the hum of his internal systems spill into you. Feeling like something familiar, a sound you knew and were missing even though it’s wholly alien and new. Mulling over his words, you wonder if a part of him resents this need to be near you. This ache that’s lodged in you and feels like it’ll shatter you if you try to distance yourself from him. “It’s just overwhelming. Frightening,” you admit and you realize that you feel like you can say anything to him. Like he really is an old friend you’ve known forever. “I don’t know what’s real and what’s this compulsion.”

• Wincing at that whispered word, his servos brush your cheek, tipping your face up. And the uncertainty in those strange eyes hurts. Even if he understands it. You’re not what he’d expected. What he’d thought he wanted. But maybe you’re what he needs. Doubts he’s what you’d imagined when you’d dreamed of a conjunx, either. Do your kind even call it that? Knows so little about humans. About you. When he’d been found and brought in to be trained for the Elite Guard, the Primes had seen potential in him. Something worth saving. Training. He feels like that again with you. Like he was lost before finding you.

• “We can figure that out. Together,” he says and his deep rumbling voice sinks into you, easing your tension. Breath hitching as his servos ghost along the line of your throat, rubbing against your jaw, it occurs to you that you’re as alien and strange to him as he is to you. But he’s not fighting this pull like you are. Like he’s already sure. Pushing slightly back, your face lifts and his visor brightens, his palm pressing against your collarbone. When you nervously wet your lips, he rumbles and the sound seems hungry. Emboldens you. Pressing your palms against his chassis, you trace the pattern on the glass. Is it glass? Maybe some alien polymer humans don’t even know about. It’s warm under your hands. Feels alive as the hum of his internal systems thrum into you and you realize you never thought of him as just a machine. A thing.

• Wishes he could get a better read on your thoughts, but they’re so quick. There and then gone, a quicksilver, ever shifting wildness of emotion, images, and fragments of thoughts. Never encountered anything like your species. Your hands slide against him, timidly exploring as his plating heats. One of his own hands cupping your side, sliding down over your hip. What are the odds of finding a species so like his own? Of finding his spark mate. “But how do I know what’s real? What’s me?” You whisper, the question sounding so lost and he understands the worry in your voice even as a part of him wants to ask if it matters. He’s found you. You’re his.

• Aware of him, the way he smells, the warmth of those big hands, you inhale when he tugs you into his frame, your body pressed against his own as your heart beats faster. Wanting him to kiss you. To stop touching you because you feel out of control when he does. Needing to feel him hold you. His head lowers, mask retracting and you panic even as you flush in response. Head turning away and you feel the heat of his mouth against your throat. Hear the soft noise you make, body arching into his as one of his hands slides against your back. He’s home and safety. Familiar. He’s a complete stranger. And you still want him. Need him.

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[revelboo]

Sittin in the hospital waiting for my sister to deliver my niece and lemme just say… it’s gonna be a long night and thank god for your stories to keep me entertained! 😂 You are my savior haha

I hope everything goes smoothly!

Soft AU-Small

Soundwave x Reader

• Staring at the tiny form in your arms, his sparkling’s mouth opening against you with a warbling cry, he feels frozen in place. Had thought he was prepared for this. Knew what to expect. Had done his research on sparklings. But he just feels lost. And his son chirps, hiding his face against you as you look up at him. Wants to hold his sparkling, servos flexing with that need, but the bitlet is even smaller than you are. Incredibly fragile. Slowly easing down to sit beside you on the berth, you lean into his frame as he curls an arm around you, servos brushing his son’s helm.

• Can hear Soundwave venting roughly, see the faint tremor in his servos, but otherwise the mass displaced mech looks like he’s in complete control. Sure of himself as always. But you know him better than that. Tucking your legs under you as you twist toward him, you’re handing him his son as he stiffens. “Here.” His big hands reaching to cradle the tiny form, supporting his head without you needing to tell him. Laying your cheek against his chassis, you watch your son kick his chubby legs, chirping uncertainly when he can’t find you.

• Can feel his sparkling’s field prickling him and he lets go of the hold on his own field. Pushing it outward and feeling you relax against him with a soft sound of surprise as his son settles, hiding his tiny face against his chassis. “Whatever you’re doing, I love it,” you mumble and your eyes are almost closed, surprising him. Wasn’t even sure of you could sense fields since yours is always broadcasting. Feeling your blissed out calm sinking into him, he adjust his son against himself.

• Wish you’d known that he could do this a long time ago, because this feels amazing. All of your worries and stress just washing out of you like sinking into a warm bath. Feeling his arm tighten around you, your attention slides to your son tucked in the crook of his other arm. And it still feels surreal that you have a kid. That the two of you are parents. Aware of all those worries and concerns waiting to ambush you on the other side of the feel good vibes he’s pushing out, you inhale slowly.

• Warmth spreading through him as you blink sleepily when he croons to his son, your cheek slides against him. Apparently the sound as effective on you as it is the sparkling as you yawn. “That’s cheating,” you say, the words slurring as you yawn again. Fighting to stay awake as his crooning deepens. Trying to lull you into resting. “You’re a good husband,” you mumble and he retracts his mask to brush a kiss against the top of your head as his son snuggles closer. ‘Rest.’

Found a fluffy guy