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(503): …blackout vacation is awesome. Where did you end up? I think I’m in Miami.
(1-503): Hospital:
I offer memes for one of my favourite fics (written by @lets-try-some-writing)
I made them simply because they wer funny in my head :D
orginal photos and flat colors under cut
flat colors
and og photos
-and rambling as usual, and weird/crack ideas that I don't regret in the slightest; you have been warned XD
I saw this slav totem somewhere on tumblr and my first thought was: "Autoway, Ironhide and Springer". At the same time I knew this would be very out of character for them in the middle of war.
My excuse why I did draw it in the end? One: How could I not to XD; and Two: Since orginal circumstances were not suitable, they didn't have a chance to be young and do stupid stuff. And then it enlightend me: WHAT IF THEY COULD?! And so I present to you a glimps of "these 3 were born after the war with quintessons" timeline. I decided to shove them into either some military high school or just military, but not on the war front, after all they are still warframes.
This "alt timeline" (if I can even call it that XD) exists solely for this one meme, just me having a thought "what if they could be teenagers and annoy their sergeant (what if it was Kup >:) ) without major consequences (e.g. cleaning washracks for a month instead of having your helm blown of). And the funniest thing, I have absolutley no idea what else to do with this concept, exept maybe the RGB trio being a menace in th military (I am not downloading tiktok so terrible yt compilations must suffice, sorry <:) )
For lamborgini twins - I really wanted do do something for -back then a brand new- chapter 43, but again Auto just didn't fit in there, be it scale or how things played out in the story, and so Prowl was shoved here against his will. This is probably how Sentinel views them and why he sent Autoway there, my only excuse XD.
And Whirl is here solely for laughs, gigles and "what if he met the twins" scenario XD. If they met somwhere just before discovering the ring I'm guessing they would get along like a house on fire XD
𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬.
— OTHER
That's the spirit. 「tfp」 (megatron!audios)
˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐮𝐭.
It’s all in your head. 「tfp, m」 ➜ Knockout thinks humans are gross, but Y/n has a great way of changing his mind.
˗ˏˋ꒰ 🚑 ꒱ 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐭.
Choices. 「tfp/bv, m」 ➜ Where ratchet gets tired of you not listening to him.
˗ˏˋ꒰ 🗡️ ꒱ 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧.
The titan’s victory. 「tfe, m」 ➜ Megatron puts an end to your teasing.
— jeepersbxch 2023
Spark and Heart
Pairing: Ironhide x Fem!Reader
Summary: It's one thing to fall in love with a robotic alien, but to expose your feelings in such a humiliating way?
Cross-posted on AO3: here
Warnings: English isn't my first language
Word Count: 3,331
Leather.
You could still feel the leather underneath your skin as the fingernails of your left hand dig into the seat of the GMC Topkick C4500 while your other hand was busy between your legs.
You could still remember the delicious stretch as you slowly inserted first one finger, then a second, and then a third.
You could still picture your body, your back arching against the backrest of the front seat.
You could still not forget how you had spread your legs wider, how you had switched your grip to the steering wheel, how you had moaned his name before you could think about it or prevent it.
The moment the euphoric waves of your orgasm subsided, you became aware of the horror that just happened. You suddenly realized where you were, who you were with.
The deafening silence that followed was heavy on your shoulders. Before you could think twice, you hastily pulled down the skirt of your dress, fumbled for the door handle and fled the truck. You started to walk away, not caring where to, still trying to comprehend what you just had done.
You were ashamed. You wanted to cry. You had just humiliated yourself right in front of him.
After ten minutes of walking, you took a look over your shoulder and saw that he had followed you, a distance of about three meters between you.
Back in the present, you pressed your palms against your eyes and let out a frustrated groan.
Since that day you had avoided Ironhide as much as possible, something which didn’t turn out to be difficult as — although he had only reluctantly left your side and had voiced out how much he hated doing so — he was busy with the other Autobots looking for Decepticons around the world.
“(Y/N)?”
You looked up and into Mikaela's face displayed on your computer.
“Mikaela. Hi.”
Mikaela was the only one you could talk to about it and not just because she knew about the Autobots. No, it was because she was a girl and a friend. Like hell would you tell your brother about your feelings for a robotic alien and about you masturbating as you were thinking about said alien while you were literally sitting inside him.
“What’s wrong?” She asked concerned.
You groaned again, resting your forehead on the surface of your desk. “I messed up.” You mumbled.
“What?”
Sitting up, you repeated louder, “I messed up! Big time. God, I’m such an idiot.”
“Is college life that bad? I thought screws, circuits and such are your thing.” Mikaela grinned.
You laughed weakly, “It is. Ratchet is a sweetheart for answering every of my calls when I needed help, but that’s not the reason I wanted to talk to you.”
Mikaela's eyes darted across her computer screen, scanning the limited space of your room that your webcam was capturing. “Please tell me you're alone.”
You rolled your eyes. “Of course I am. I’m not stupid. My roomie is in one of her classes.”
“Good. If you want to talk about something top secret like giant robots you helped to save the world, you really should be alone.”
“Not only that. I would be considered insane if someone heard me say that I am in love with my car.”
Mikaela’s eyebrows shot up.
You instantly avoided eye contact while playing with the pendant on your necklace — a silvery gear that belonged to Ironhide.
“(Y/N), come on. You can talk to me. You were there for me when I needed a girl I can talk to.”
You grimaced in disgust. “Yeah, talk about my brother. Most of the time I just wanted to rip my ears off.”
“But you were there anyway. You listened and helped me. Now I'll return the favor.”
Nodding, you sat up straight and took a deep breath. “So, as you know, ‘Hide drove me back to college after Spring Break was over. The journey took hours and to bridge the time we talked. Well, I talked and he listened. However, after a while the conversation became less one-sided. He answered questions I asked and I answered questions he asked. He’s a very tough cookie, but also… kinda a sweetheart.” You shrugged.
Mikaela nodded, gesturing for you to continue.
“He decided to stay. His reasoning was that I could apparently help him with his eye since I'm a genius at robotics.”
“But you are a genius.”
“I am and I can't wait until I graduate college to work at N.E.S.T. so Que can take me under his wing and I can give him a hand and help him.”
“You really wanna worked there, huh?”
“Of course, their technology is much more advanced than ours. And that’s the thing! Why would ‘Hide, of all people, want the help of a human whose available technology is practical prehistoric compared to theirs?”
Mikaela chuckled. “Well, we're not talking about just any random human here, are we? We’re talking about you, (Y/N). You Witwickys really have something on you that seem to bring alien robots to their knees.”
Now it was you who laughed. “What are you talking about?”
“Well, first of all there is Bumblebee, who hardly leaves your brother's side and always jumps when Sam calls his name. Sometimes I feel like I'm the third wheel instead of a literal car.”
“So?”
“I can still remember Ironhide aiming his guns at Sam and me when we first met him and the others and his way to talk to us. Let’s just say, him taking the position as your guardian just like Bee did for Sam after what happened in Mission City is not something I expected.”
You smiled.
Yeah, you remembered how your brother had explained to you — in his typical Sam-Witwicky-way, with frantic voice and agitated gestures — how his newly acquired car was a robot alien from another planet called Cybertron.
Being three years older than Sam, you were already in college and therefore could only visit your family on holidays. Unfortunately for him, you arrived at home for your Spring Break the same day he encountered the Autobots who were looking for your great-great-grandfather’s glasses.
Your parents greeted you with open arms and big smiles, asked you about your time at college and informed you about the latest things happening in the neighborhood. You noticed your brother’s absence, but they only told you that he had left a few hours ago. After dinner, which Sam didn't show up either, you sat down with a glass of wine in the living room, watching the news with your parents.
Just as the end of the world was being announced, you heard the roar of several engines and Sam's impatient voice.
Your dad apparently heard it too, but you waved him off. “You can ground him later. Now I just want some good old brother-sister-time after months.” You kissed his cheek, ignoring his grumbling.
You were excited seeing Sam after such a long time. Not that the two of you weren't in touch during the time you were away — the last time was a few days ago when he proudly told you about his new car — but it was a whole lot different talking to him in person.
You were just about to open the door leading to the garden when you almost ran into Sam.
“(Y/N)!” He exclaimed. To your surprise, his voice sounded almost panicky. “W-What, uhm, what are you doing… here?” He frantically looked over his shoulders.
You laughed, eyebrows drawn together in confusion, your arms crossed in front of your chest. “Good to see you, too, douchebag. Didn’t miss me?”
“I- No. I mean, yes, of course I missed you. How, uh, how are you doing?”
“Sam, are you okay?” You asked slightly concerned, straightening your posture.
“No, no. Yes, everything’s fine. I just have to… There’s something in my room that I need. Just stay here, I’m back in a minute.” With that he slipped past you and headed towards the stairs.
Laughing, you shook your head at his antics. Typical Sam.
“Great, but I’m going outside. Take your time.”
Sam stopped dead in his tracks before spinning around just in time to see you disappear through the door. “Wait! (Y/N), wait!”
Stumbling, he ran after you.
Shit, shit, shit.
He came to a stop next to you when he saw you looking out into the garden with your hands on your hips.
“Uh, Sam? Does Dad know you’re using his precious grass as a parking lot?”
Five cars were scattered across the lawn: a yellow Camaro with black rally stripes, a silver Pontiac Solstice, a yellow and green rescue vehicle, a blue and red semi truck and, something that got your heart beating faster, a black GMC Topkick truck.
You absolutely loved that car. A 1 1/2 Ton vehicle powered by a 6.6L V-8 Duramax diesel, equipped with an Allison 1000 five-speed automatic, producing 300 hp and 520 lb-ft of torque.
Gorgeous was the first thing that came to your mind as you approached the truck. You traced the red GMC logo with your index and middle finger. While your dad was interested in expensive fancy cars, you were more into bigger ones. They might make you feel tiny, but you just loved being in control of such a bulky and powerful vehicle.
You reached for the hood and caressed the black paint. Without losing physical contact, you walked around the truck. The fingers of your right hand stroked the headlights, ran over the doors and tailgate, before you stood in front of the truck again.
“Aren’t you just a beauty!” You smiled, still not letting go of the car. “Sam, I think I’m in love. He’s so handsome.”
“He is…? What?! (Y/N), please stop touching it… him!”
Facing the truck, you ran both hands over the edge over the hood, intending to open it to take a look inside. “Why? Jealous that a four-wheeled machine gets more attention from a girl than you?” You laughed.
The moment you opened the hood something strange happened. One second you felt the smooth surface of the black metal under your fingertips and the next it suddenly disappeared as if the car had eluded your touch of its own volition.
Strange robotic noises around you filled your ears and suddenly a 22-foot tall robot was standing in front of you.
“You should buy me a drink before you’re allowed to touch me there.” A deep male voice sounded from above you.
Slowly, your eyes traveled from the metallic feet to the legs up to its torso and stopped at the face of the…
Yeah, you really couldn't find another word than “robot” to describe it. Well, judging by the voice, it was rather a he than an it.
You were speechless as you scrutinized his face. Like the rest of him, it was black and silver. You could recognize everything that you could also find in yourself — ears, chin, nose, jaw, even eyebrows. What particularly fascinated you were his eyes. Even though the left one was damaged, you could easily see that they were of a striking sky blue color, glowing bright as they looked down to you.
“Great, absolutely great.” Sam said next to you.
Only now did you realize that he wasn't the only robot in your garden. While your brother lost his shit, you looked from one metal giant to another.
“Hey Sam?” You slowly said, your eyes fixed on the yellow one. “Isn’t that your car?”
“Yes. Yes, it is.” Sam groaned, “Okay, look. I have to find some glasses that belonged to our great-great-grandfather. They are in my bag pack in my room. Can you please, please, stay here and watch them?”
“Y-Yeah, sure.”
“I will explain everything to you later.” He hastily said and ran inside.
The silence that followed was awkward. I mean, what could you possibly do or say when your dream car just turned into a robot?
“(Y/N)!”
You spun around and saw Mikaela running towards you.
“You’re seeing this too, right?” You asked as soon as she stopped next to you. “I’m not dreaming?”
“Nope.” She shook her head.
You huffed laugh. It was like a dream coming true.
You turned to the into-a-robot-turning-truck and asked, “Can I still take you up on your offer about that drink?”
“And like you said, our technology isn’t as advanced as theirs. The only reason why he wanted to stay with you was, well, you. As far as I can tell he took a liking to you.” Mikaela said, interrupting your journey into the past and bringing you back to the present.
You scoffed, trying to ignore the fact that you were blushing. “The only Autobot I would trust to fall in love with a human is Bumblebee. ‘Hide really is the last person, robot, or whatever, to care that much about humans.”
“Again, not humans. You.”
Huffing a laugh, you shook your head. “I really want to believe you because… well, the reason why I actually called you is… I…”
“Just spit it out!”
“IfuckingfingeredmyselfwhileIwasinsidehim!”
According to the look on her face she only understood half of it, but at the same time it was exactly the half that made you want to disappear into thin air. “Excuse me, what?”
You took a deep breath. “As soon as my teacher finishes the lesson I'm off and go to the garage next to my apartment where ‘Hide is. He then drives us to a field surrounded by forest. It's far from any civilization and he can transform himself there in peace. Sometimes I take my books with me to work on my homework or whatever, but most of the time we talk, we spend time together.”
You remember the times he actually sat next to you and worked with you on your homework. You were in awe with his intelligence, always looking up at him to listen to what he had to say.
“Anyways. Two days ago, he was driving me back to my apartment. I was just staring outside, lost in thought. I don’t know what came over me because then I… I touched myself. There.”
Since Mikaela could only stare at you, not finding an answer, you continued, “I’m madly in love with a robot that is also my car. I got horny when I started to fantasies about him while he was driving me home. I’m sorry, okay? I just couldn’t stop myself. I was so pent up and I just needed a release.”
“Oh my god.”
You cringed. “I know. Call me weirdo for getting off to the thought of a weapon on legs, but I never came that fast in my life.”
You watched as Mikaela shifted in her seat as she thought of the right words to say. “I’m not judging you, if that’s what you’re worried about.” She reassured you, “We are friends and we've known each other for a long time. I just didn't expect you to do something so bold while you’re literally inside him, letting him drive you. There is like no way of him not realizing what you were doing.”
“Even in the unlikely event that he hadn't by then, I'm sure he noticed when I screamed and moaned his name while clinging to my seat.” You nonchalantly responded as you saw Mikaela’s jaw drop.
“You…”
“Yes. I didn’t even realize that he stopped at the side of the road. Luckily for me, because the second that blissful moment was over I ran.”
“Oh, wow.”
“Yeah, I know. It’s so messed up.”
“What happened then?”
“Well, I decided to just walk back to college. However, when it got darker, I got tired and I just had no energy left anymore. All I had to do was turn around and take a few steps towards him since he had followed me until then. I got back in and asked him to drive me back. He turned around because I seem to have been walking in the completely wrong direction the whole time.” You shrugged. “We didn’t talk about what happened during the drive. Actually, we didn’t talk at all. The moment he stopped in front of my apartment door, I jumped out and sprinted up the stairs while he drove back to the garage by himself. Normally, I always take him there, but after… you know… I was so embarrassed.”
During your monologue you'd been staring at your keyboard the whole time, but when you looked up you still didn't see any judgment or even disgust on your friend’s face. She rather looked at you in a comforting and understanding manner.
“When you told me you needed to have a girl talk, I already expected some spicy details about a boy.”
“Well, there’s a mighty difference between some boy and someone like ‘Hide.”
“It’s close enough for me. So what’s your problem?”
“What’s my… Have you listened to a word I just said?”
“I did and I don’t get it. You have a crush on him, maybe you’re even in love with him. So what?”
“You seem to forget who and what he is and who and what I am. I'm just a weak, puny, pathetic human being. ‘Hide is this giant, strong, powerful warrior who could care less about my feelings.”
Mikaela scoffed and shook her head. “Stop putting yourself down. If you had listened to a word of what I said, you would have realized that a third and uninvolved party told you he’s smitten with you.”
You shook your head, not wanting to allow yourself to hope. “Why? Why did I have to fall in love with a huge robot-alien? It would never work. Just one touch too hard on his part and he could break my bones.”
“He wouldn’t to that.”
“How would you know?”
“Because he already treats you like you’re made out of glass. If you remember what happened in Mission City, you probably also remember all the Decepticons, the explosions and concrete parts of buildings that could have crushed you.”
You nodded, a small smile creeping on your face.
Yeah, you remember all those things. You remember Ironhide in front of you, or next to you, or even above you, shielding you from any damage while you did your part to help, both human and Autobot. He didn't have to do it. Protecting your life was not the top priority, but Ironhide acted like it and had stayed by your side as best as he could throughout the battle. Nobody even remotely did for Mikaela or Sam what Ironhide did for you during the Battle of Mission City.
You also remember falling off a building, the building with the statues that Lennox had sent you and Sam to with the AllSpark in your hands. You remember how scared you were, fearing to hit the ground, but the impact never came. Instead you felt large fingers closing around your body and you heard a rough voice saying, “I’ve got you, little one.”
Mikaela watched your realization with a fond smile. She knew what it was like when people judged you because your knowledge about something was bigger than theirs. That’s how you bonded. She knew her way around cars, you were talented in programming and engineering.
Yes, it was kind of weird, but at the same time it was also poetic. Your heart had always been with machines and as long as she had known you, that was your passion.
What a stroke of luck that someone just like that had fallen for you, Mikaela thought.
“I would suggest that you just talk to him. How bad can it go?”
“Oh, I don't know. Total humiliation? It’s one thing to confess your crush to some guy, but to confess it to someone like ‘Hide?”
Mikaela laughed. “I’m sure you’ll find a way. You wouldn't be the first person who is completely infatuated with their car.”
If i could transfromers cast, maybe
Autobots; Optimus Prime, ultra magnus, hotrod, Transmutate, Ironhide, WindBlade, Ratchet, Chromia, hubcap, and as a 6th ranger Megaplex
Decepticons; Megatron, Starscream, Soundwave, Lugnut, Knock-out, Blackout, Flamewar, Blitz-wing, the beastwars2 starscream duo (Here named Nacelle (the small 1) and skyquake (the other 1), both are female), and the dark clone Nemesis Prime
is good casts?
let’s start this blog off with some good ol’ robots.
god damn if cyclonus/galvatronus isn’t my favorite thing to come out of combiner wars. the whole mix-and-match gimmick is so much fun to mess around with, not to mention the torso is gorgeous and the colors really pop in the sunlight.
also threw in a quick picture of hound cause i got him over the weekend and he is quickly becoming my favorite deluxe of the line.
combiner wars
?? ironkup (ironhide , kup) i love old gay cowboys
Optimus giving his bodyguard husband a little kiss ❤️
more ironkup content :3
screwing around with a new paint program with the trepidation of a newborn baby calf. anyway heres some old guy images. <3