Father’s Day is here and it’s time to spam attack Blurr with his triplets! TINY BABIES BE UPON YEE BLURRBERRY!
If it’s okay with you of course. I understand that you are busy and could be feeling overwhelmed today
Sure! Doodled an “action” card for the set
Sire
TFA Blurr x Reader
• Bent over his datapad filing a report, he mumbles an affirmative when you call his name. Frowning at the numbers, he presses his servos against his helm as he chews on the end of his stylus. And you call out his name again to make him vent in exasperation. Before his sparklings are chirping and running over to grab his legs, warbling and squealing up at him as he stares down at them and their reaching hands. Head turning, you just arch your brows at him as the bitlets cling to him. “I’m working,” he mutters as you fold your arms across your chest.
• “And why are they covered in glitter?” He asks as you fight the urge to roll your eyes. Though, you’re pretty sure one was eating the stuff and is likely to purge a rainbow at some point. Hopefully on your alien husband not on you. ‘They made you presents,’ you tell him as he looks from you to the sparklings, expression uncertain. “There’s glitter everywhere.” And Blurr recoils when one of the triplets clears his vents and coughs glitter on his leg. ‘Get over here,’ you say, struggling not to start laughing at the look on his face.
• “Why am I getting presents?” He asks, still not moving as one of his bitlets warbles up at him drooling glitter to make his plating ruffle. ‘Stop being so suspicious. Everything isn’t a conspiracy,’ you say, sounding like you’re definitely up to something. Because in his experience? Almost everyone is up to something. You especially. Optics narrowed, he bends to gather up the squirming sparklings as they babble nonsense with random words interspersed into it. Trying to not drop any of the bitlets as they all chirp for attention, he carries them over to you. Sitting carefully in front of where you’re standing, he watches you rock forward when one of the bitlets reaches for you. And it’s strange how normal being mass displaced most of the time has become to him. How normal all of this is.
• Settling one of the triplets on your hip, you use a foot to slide the gift bag his way. “Is this a weird human thing?” He asks, as one of the triplets squirms to get out of his lap, grunting and squirming in his grip when he hooks an arm around them so they can’t escape. ‘Depends. Do you guys not celebrate sires?’ You counter as the chubby sparkling in your arms leans back, legs kicking. You’re guessing from his expression that Father’s Day isn’t a thing to his people. Which isn’t really surprising. From what you’d gathered, his people don’t really have any holidays. Not the way you think of them anyway. Watching him open the bag and pull out the tissue paper, the second he pulls out the container of gelled energon, the kids all zero in on it, chirping.
• Bemused as he holds the box of energon treats higher and both of the sparklings in his lap warble at him. Little hands reaching as they get noisier in demand. Knows that if they get a grip on the container, they’ll empty it in a klik flat. Treats held over his head as the sparklings try to climb him to get to them, he pulls out the thicker paper at the bottom. And there’s the glitter. So much of it that it rains off the paper to make his plating lift in distaste. Doubts you have any idea how annoying it would be to get this stuff gets under plating. “Is this supposed to be me?” He asks, frowning at a blue blob with a wobbly smile. ‘You or Sonic,’ you say with a shrug as you bend to set the other bitlet down and they dart to him to help the other two mob him for treats as he gives you an exasperated look.
where's the love for irritable f/o's? f/o's that mutter under their breath in frustration, f/o's that grumble and gripe over every little thing, f/o's that insist they're being realistic when everyone else is dramatic.
they might seem cold but they're the softest once you crack them open; they're desperate for a little affection and care deep down. they'll still insist they don't, of course, but just kiss their cheek and they'll melt against you.
one of your f/os snuggling you in their lap pleased with themself vs another f/o across the room staring at them. jealous? shy? blue screening?? probably! :3
Never ever thought I’d ever have to make a post like this but if you support any of the following things, get the fuck off my blog and never talk to me ever please:
(I do not like engaging in discourse because it upsets me, I will not be negotiating any of these so don’t even try.)
Pro-Endo Systems
Pro TransID/radqueers
Pro-Darkshippers (I am anti-censorship in the eyes of the government, I do not tolerate that content personally)
Right Wingers (mainly MAGA & Reform voters)
Pro-JK Rowling (yes that also means you, Marauders fans.)
Can I request TFA!Blurr x Cybertronian!Reader that is the opposite of him? Like they're slow [on speed], they're also calm, patient, and always lost on their thoughts, and they freeze like a deer in headlights when caught off guard or they get startled! [Romantic headcanons btw!!]
♡ [TFA] "AGENTS" Blurr HCs
YESSIR A CHANCE TO WRITE BLURR LESSGOOO okay, btw your previous request is still under processing also why the reader literally me here. minus the patient part 💔
scenario: you're his newly assigned partner and he's not digging it... initially, at least.
— Blurr typically works alone, Autobot Intelligence Officer and all that but unfortunately for him, it was mandate to have partner as an aid or back up. Even worse, it was High Command who would directly chose who his 'backup' would be which meant he has no say in the decision whatsoever.
— When he meets you, its... not a good impression. He immediately picks up how you struggle with how fast he talks and boy, it is frustrating for him to talk to you. He tries, he tries so hard for him to go as slow as he can when trying to convey information to you (its actually still pretty fast), he's even willing to repeat it for you— Which is something he usually never does but even then, you'll be at your fifth "...huh?". Blurr is so close to just smacking you, he swears it.
— Blurr lives in a fast paced world. Time, for him, moves slower than it would for a normal bot because of his speedster ability. So he can be impatient, rash & easily agitated sometimes when things don't go in a faster pace. And you clearly cannot move with the program!
— Blurr has no idea how you ended up in Autobot Intelligence to be frank. Your processing time is an affront to all Autobot microcontroller processing chips, you speak slow too... or worse, you end up distracted! He always has to bring you back to the current moment. It gets annoying. You're here with him on a mission spark damn it!
— But as the two of you work on more cases, more missions, he realizes that you're the way you are not because your processing chips might've been manufactured during the Protectorbots but because you're patient. You look at every single detail & angle, drawing up conclusions and possibilities he would've never thought of. Blurr tends to take things with a more... face-value assessment but you? You're speculative. You're distracted by your thoughts often, sure but your biggest strength is that you think more than him.
— You pay attention to detail surprisingly enough, details which he would've skimmed over. Blurr despite the intial impression, you were clearly an intelligence agent for a reason. Running countless simulations in your helm to come up with possibilities & speculate outcomes, of course something like that takes time & careful thinking. He's a bit surprised at how... often he skims over some important parts or fails to consider an alternative. You've made him kind of self-aware in a way.
— The steadiness feels soothing, he's always gone fast but you've showed him how to take it a bit slow for once. You're one of the most relaxing bots he's ever been around, he won't deny that. You're patient, incredibly so. You don't get annoyed at his restlessness or his fast talking. He likes that.
— And he likes you a bit more... he has that strange fluttering in his chassis when you speak, its soothing; calm & peaceful. He finds himself keenly listening to every drawn out syllable from your vocalizer and time seemed to move even slower. You'd talk about your findings, conclusions, speculations and sometimes even wander off from the subject at hand but Blurr actually kind of... liked you speaking? It was strange to him. He never thought he'd find himself wanting to hear someone speak.
— He shows his interest in an... odd way, to say the least. Usually by scolding you if you're not taking care of yourself or giving you a mug of energon and emphasising the need to stay well-fueled always. Blurr's affection is his care.
— Blurr is fast, he lives a fast paced life so it's no wonder that his opinion of you did a 180⁰ quicker than you'd think. A few missions in and he realizes what exactly it is that he feels for you and boy, oh boy, he is going through with it.
— Blurr acts... a bit strange around you? Its not very obvious but he's talking a bit quicker than usual and you can't understand a bit of it. You've given up on asking him to repeat himself and just nod as of you get it.
"AHEM." Blurr catches your attention as you're snapped out of your day-dreaming, you look so lost. Definitely startled you. You look kind of cute when you look so startled? It makes his spark stutter again.
"Hey, Blurr." You greet him, wondering why he's at your workstation. The two of you have collected a lot of evidence about the possible infiltration case the two of you have been working on together. But instead of a 'Hi' or a 'How are you?', Blurr hits you with the:
Blurr's rambling to you is incoherent, all that noise was almost like a blip in your audios at best, like a blurry image speeding past you except its sound. You look as clueless as ever; everytime you tell yourself that you've managed to catch up with his fast-talking, he proves you wrong by going even faster. You nod and hope that he doesn't realize the fact that you have absolutely no idea what he just said.
"Sure... just.. uh-"
"MARVELLOUS!" He dashes away from you, leaving you all the more confused.
That guy...
— Blurr gets nervous, especially when it comes to this whole love thing and when he does, he's even more restless; he's speaking even faster & his pedes are rapidly tapping against the floor. You maybe a bit of a dreamer and more of a steady bot but you weren't dense! You could tell he was getting nervous around you for some reason... and you two were hanging out a lot more than usually. Funny how you went from 'co-worker I dont really like' to """"bffs"""".
— And so, when you approach him about it... For the first time, you saw Blurr freeze. Unable to really come up with a response for once. Even if it were just for a slim moment.
"Well," Blurr can't believe he's stumbling over his words like this, his processor moving faster than his frame for once. Its so new, so strange. He hates looking like a fool, prim & proper agent being so fussy over romance of all things... But that look you're giving him is not helping at all, optical ridges furrowed with a questioning look.
"I may or may not be... undeniably, irrevocably in... in love with... you."
Your blue optics shoot wide, definitely startled by that revelation. That was the only time he had ever spoken with a slower pace than usual. You open your intake to say something, trying to find the words.
"I'd like to be with you." You shushed him by putting your servo over his intake.
Now its Blurr's turn to go quiet. He didn't expect an answer so quick from you given you're the type to take your time and truly assess what's infront of you before jumping in. But he can see the honesty in your optics, that you truly mean what you say.
— Now, are intelligent agents allowed to have dating lives or even date each other? Neither of you know but as far as you're considered, you don't really care about it.
— Blurr won't outright say it but he loves it when you shut him up, preferably with a kiss. He'll be rambling on about something, just kiss him and he'll shut up. He's smitten.
— He definitely does pout sometimes when you get a bit critical about him. Blurr does have a bit of an ego, stroke it and he'll hold his helm high.
— Blurr does not get flustered by your flirts (if you try flirting with him), he's either matching your energy or he's just going to smile and go "I honestly thought you'd have one better" (something along those lines).
— The two of you are pretty close with the Head of Cybertron Intelligence :)
I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS!!! i kind of struggled with Blurr's characterization because its been a while since i've watched TFA- forgive me for any typos :,)
Okay so I got the new Tomodachi Life game and you’ll never believe what happened to me.
So one of my f/os (Zane from Ninjago) ended up with a crush on me and I was so happy bc f/o win.
And then eventually he wanted to confess to him and our friendship was really good in the game so I told him to go for it, I even gave him a cute lil outfit and everything so my mii and him then went to the ferris wheel and everything was going perfectly.
Until it wasn’t.
It was a double confession.
I did not see this coming whatsoever so it took me completely off guard and you may be asking who this second mystery person was?
It was Bumblebee. From Transformers. Probably my ‘main’ f/o, he was the first serious f/o I ever had. I started to scream bc wdym TWO OF MY F/OS WERE CONFESSING TO ME?? And the best part was that my mii and Bee weren’t even FRIENDS. They barely knew each other.
Anyways my mii chose Bee and we’re very happy together and now I’m convinced me and my Bee are soulmates :)
♡ — imagine your f/o wiping your tears after a rough day.
you've been stressed. tired. and pushed far past the limits of what someone deserves to go through. that's why, the second they showed up with open arms, you collapsed into their warmth and sobbed your eyes out.
so gentle were their words as they were whispering how it was going to be okay, their hand patting your back, and their body leaning against yours.
when you pull away and look them in the eye, they smile ever so slightly and cup your cheek to wipe away the stray tears that fell from your face. "it'll be okay," they start, pressing a kiss against the corner of your eye, "i'm still here."
divider @/essthereal
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♡ — imagine your f/o wiping your tears after a rough day.
you've been stressed. tired. and pushed far past the limits of what someone deserves to go through. that's why, the second they showed up with open arms, you collapsed into their warmth and sobbed your eyes out.
so gentle were their words as they were whispering how it was going to be okay, their hand patting your back, and their body leaning against yours.
when you pull away and look them in the eye, they smile ever so slightly and cup your cheek to wipe away the stray tears that fell from your face. "it'll be okay," they start, pressing a kiss against the corner of your eye, "i'm still here."
imagine ur f/o caring for your favorite plushie. giving it the most comfy space in your bed, tucking it in, picking it up when it fell off. imagine them gently washing it for u and restuffing it and sewing it when it needs fixing <3 and they treat it with as much love as you would and maybe they give it a smooch on the top of its head or something close to it when they're done caring for it
" [ insert moot's f/o(s) ] wouldn't love them if they were real! "
my honest to god reaction to that MISINFORMATION
( that's literally fake, they told me while I was on a walk with them that they love said moot and they can only ever imagine a future with that moot and couldnt stop talking about them and how wonderful they are )
*expresses my love for my giant robot by turning them into a mii and putting them on my tomodachi life island*
i feel like some of them would think it was kinda weird, but a lot more would think it was super cute that I spent all that time making sure i got it exactly right and now we can hang out on the island together
🤣 aww
Likeness
ES Bumblebee x Reader
• Leaning over your shoulder to look at the screen, it’s still weird being in your home. Even mass displaced, he feels far too big and awkward to be here. Like if he touches anything, it will break. “Is that supposed to be me?” He asks, leaning down and it’s actually an eerily uncanny likeness. It’s kind of cute that you spent the time to create a little him for your game. ‘I got the idea from Alex. He’s got like three of you in his game,’ you reply and he leans back. And now it’s not cute at all. Sometimes that man scares him. “Of course, he does.”
• Smiling at his less than thrilled tone, you lean back in your gaming chair to look up at him. “He’s harmless,” you soothe and he gives you a look. ‘I keep expecting him to bring out a piece of me in a glass case that he bought off the internet from some past battle,’ he mumbles and your shoulders shake as you try not to laugh. “He wouldn’t do that,” you try and the dubious look on his face cracks you up.
• “He would. We both know he would. If I ever disappear, you know where to look,” he mutters, leaning down to rest his head against yours as you laugh. “So you have a little me on an island in your game?” He asks, wanting you to distract him from his biggest and most unsettling fanboy. And you flush, a shoulder lifting in a shrug. Embarrassed? “What kind of game is it?” He asks suspiciously and you’re laughing again. ‘It’s not like that,’ you wheeze and he vents, relieved.
• Laughing at the horror that had been in his tone, you know he’s imagining Alex and his three in game Bumblebees. And the big mech shudders dramatically. “It’s just a chill game. I can hang out with you when I can’t actually be with you,” you say and he rests his chin on your shoulder, an arm draped against your other shoulder as he crowds the back of your gaming chair. ‘We’ve talked about this. If one of the Decepticons or Ghost sees me coming here, they might target you,’ he murmurs and you sigh. Comes to see you, but doesn’t stay. Insisting it’s too risky. ‘The more I’m here, the higher the odds I’ll be followed here.’
• “I know,” you mutter as he leans his head against yours, your dissatisfaction humming into him through your field. “I miss you, though.” Shouldn’t have to sneak around to be with him, to worry about who might see. It feels selfish, almost petulant to say it, but you can’t help it. And his arms come around you, gently squeezing. ‘This isn’t forever. I’ll figure out something,’ he says and you reach up to lay a hand on his arm, cheek brushing his.
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