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I got into watching Osomatsu San just this year and just found out that it’s getting another season. Yay! I was also playing a lot of Pokémon around the time I first started watching so naturally I combined the two.

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Osomatsu’s chubby tummy gets him in a little trouble on the boys’ trip. Hope you enjoy this silliness. ;)

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I think my favorite thing about K. Rool in Bananza is just how spot on they got his character. He’s a maniacal madman who’s bloodlust for the kongs knows no bounds. So when he gets stuck in an 18 year coma in the center of the planet, wakes up and gets knocked out again by donkey kong, it makes perfect sense that the first thing to do

Is to wake up and say “Absolutely fucking not”

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I love this scene, they all look like cats looking at something interesting.

Dadwave- Wait that is confusing. THERE IS SO MANY WAVES-

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😽💙😼❤️

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Sentinel and that stupid human he hates (loves)

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HES SO CUTE😭😭😭😭😭

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Steeljaw:*not normal about their rivalry*

Bumblebee:

Bumblebee:*realization*oh Primus this is what Optimus and Megatron were doing-

*maniacal laughter ensues*

EXACTLY

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Work doodle turned morning doodle

prob out and about until Bee hears something spooky from on of Griffin rocks many many caves and wants to investigate. Blades however pretends not to hear but Bee is persuasive enough. Thus the start of another wild mission with lists of hand holding and arms around waists Bc they’re disgustingly tactile

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Can I give starscream ((transformers one)) a lil kiss?

He’s such a silly guy! You got him all flustered!

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inspired by my yandere Terrorcon headcanons(⁠✯⁠ᴗ⁠✯⁠) ik it's been a bit but uhh life happened🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

18+ mass-shifted mech

Playing with Fire — Rescuebots Heatwave x f!Reader

• The walk back to your dingy apartment is routine now. You've memorized where the steps on the pavement are to avoid tripping over your feet and breaking your nose. And while the lampposts usually help, they sometimes keep the path lit up but almost always turn off for a good minute. Usually successful at making you nearly shit your pants when you're six feet away from your complex's doors. It's only when you get inside the building that you notice a familiar, mass-shifted color of red. You don’t see him until the third floor. Which is already weird—he doesn’t patrol this sector, especially not after dark. You’d know. He repeatedly told you.

Yet there he is.

Massive, immovable, red-armored and glowing faintly in the flickering stairwell light, like someone summoned a fire god purely out of boredom.

“Lost?” Heatwave asks.

You grip the rail a little tighter. “...No. I live here.”

His optics dim, and you swear you catch the barest flicker of irritation. “Right. Forgot you moved. Again.”

Okay. Yeah, definitely irritated.

“Heatwave, what are you doing here?”

“Patrolling.”

“In my apartment building?” you squint your eyes at him.

You stare at him now. “You mean me.”

He shrugs, arms folding across his wide chestplate. “There’s been suspicious activity in the area. Just taking precautions. Y’know—for the civilians.”

“Did I say that?”

Your lips part as you gape at him. Heatwave gives you the flattest, sassiest stare a walking inferno of a rescue bot can possibly give. Blinking slowly, deadpan with his chin slightly tilted up.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he says bluntly. No protocol. No clever excuse. Just raw accusation, laced with something that sounds a lot like hurt.

“I’ve been busy,” you snap, and immediately regret the sharpness. You attempt to soften your voice after sighing, “I’m not avoiding you, I just—needed space.”

He steps closer and you step back. Watching as he enters your personal space, testing each other's meaning of comfort. “Space from what?” he asks, tone dangerously even. “From safety? From someone who actually cares if you live long enough to see tomorrow?”

“That’s not fair.”

You blow out a breath, wrapping your arms around yourself. Fingers digging lightly into the fabric of your coat.

“What’s not fair is you walking into hotspots without backup.” His voice hardens, the fire underneath cracking through. Optics tracking your subtle movements as always, “What’s not fair is me getting comm silence for three days, while some second-rate junkpile bot flirts with you at your building’s checkpoint.”

You lean back, eyes widening, “You were watching me?”

Heatwave tilts his head. The light catches along the edge of his helm, sharpening him into something feral in the shadows. “Of course I was watching you.”

You take a breath. It isn't really helping much.

“Why?”

The silence drags just long enough for your stomach to knot. And then he says, so calmly you want to scream—

“Because I’ve seen what happens when I don’t.”

• You stare at him. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. Doesn’t even flinch. And that’s somehow worse than someone yelling. Worse than someone grabbing you. Worse than admitting what you already feel every time his shadow lingers too long by your door. Because Heatwave would never do those things. This giant emotionally repressed brick of a firetruck would rather go about it in such roundabout ways.

You whisper, scoffing almost. “You’re not my keeper.”

He exhales. It sounds like a vent system rebooting under strain. “No. But I should be.” The red bot suddenly looking larger even in such a mass displaced form.

Blinking, you try to say something. An equally sassy retort but the rescue bot beats you to it anyway.

“I’ve carried you out of burning buildings,” he says softly. “Pulled you out of collapsed tunnels. Caught you mid-fall. I know how breakable you are. And every time I think I’ve covered every angle, you prove me wrong. You make me prove it again.”

“You’re making this weird.” You're shaking your head, like you don't want to believe this. Him.

“I’m making this real.” His voice drops low—warning, craving, something sharp wrapped in longing. “You think this is just a game? That I only care when you’re in danger? No. I care especially when you’re not. That’s when you run. That’s when you vanish. That’s when people forget what you’re worth.”

He takes another step.

You feel the heat radiating off his armor as your back cleanly presses against the wall.

“You’ve got the whole world treating you like you’re expendable,” he murmurs. “But I don’t. I can’t. So yeah, maybe I show up where I’m not supposed to. Maybe I monitor your comms. Maybe I reroute emergency dispatches just to hear your voice.”

Your heart skips, mouth drying.

He smiles, barely.

You whisper, lip slightly trembling. “You’re insane.”

“But I don’t do it because I’m crazy. I do it because someone has to make you a priority." Heatwave pauses, for effect. For theatrics. Who knows anymore. "And I volunteered.”

He leans down, optics burning low and deep like a controlled blaze.

“Maybe.” His engine hums along with his vocalizer. Servos hissing as he raises a digit, not touching you—just hovering by your cheek like a forcefield waiting to close. Monitoring your own field and running diagnostics in real time.

“But I’d rather be insane and know where you are,” he breathes, “than sane and find you in pieces.”

A beat of silence.

Then, he steps back. Like he didn’t just collapse your entire sense of personal safety in one hallway.

• You try to speak, but nothing comes. Heatwave doesn’t wait because he's leaving. He turns, shoulders tense with restraint, and starts back toward the stairs—leaving you frozen, heart hammering in your chest, the scent of ozone and heat still clinging to the air. Brushing against you and still feeling like it isn't enough. This was payback for all those times you kept trying to high-five him—failing, cling to him and failing again. It was as if you've gotten so used to physical contact you feel bereft of him now.

But just before he rounds the landing, he glances over his shoulder.

“Next time,” he says, “answer your comm.”

And he’s gone.

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Sure! I’m trying to figure out a rhyme or reason to the broken asks, and I’m coming up empty. Some long asks are okay and I can answer them, some shorter asks I can’t edit or answer…

Awkward

Blades x Reader

• ‘Blades, stop. You’re being a creep,’ Dani mutters and his rotors flick. “I am not. Am I?” Chin on the wall as he peeks over at where you’re working planting marigolds, he glances uncertainly back at Dani. “Am I?” And she nods to make him scowl before peeking one more time and lobbing the wrapped packet over the wall at you and ducking. Wincing at a yelp. Oops.

• ‘Did you seriously just bean my best friend? Where do you realistically see this even going exactly?’ Dani mutters frowning up at him. Canopy of his altmode thumping against the wall as he sits down, he resists the urge to growl knowing she’ll swat him like a sparkling if he does. Unable to admit that he might be in love. Shrugging weakly, he examines his servos. Personally, he’s seeing you opening your latest gift from your ‘secret admirer’ and becoming obsessed with him. Plans to keep showering you with gifts and notes until he can work up the nerve to actually ask to meet. Until he’s sure you won’t laugh or run away screaming from him.

• Who the hell keeps throwing these at you? Looking around to try and figure out where this one came from, you blow out a breath. Rubbing your shoulder, you pull apart the thin paper wrapping and aren’t surprised to find another handwritten note that looks like a little kid wrote it and a big conch shell. “You’re very pretty in the sun. Not that you’re not always pretty, but the sun makes you prettier. I love you,” you read, staring at the scribbled hearts. And the letter B as a signature. Wait. Frowning at the wall separating your property from the station. Is this from one of Dani’s brothers?

• ‘Why would you throw a conch shell? You might as well throw a rock,’ Dani snarls as he flicks his rotors slightly, not about to aggressively flare them out at her. And she smacks him anyway. ‘Up. Get up,’ she hisses as he lurches to his peds and stares vacantly. Playing dumb robot as you round the corner, shell and note in hand. “Hey, tell whichever of your brothers is throwing stuff that they’re being creepy,” you mutter, handing over the letter. “Someone hit me in the head with a box of chocolates yesterday.” Dying inside as you glance up at him as Dani offers you a strained smile, he whines softly.

• Frowning up at Dani’s robot as it makes a funny noise, she grabs your arm and hauls you toward the station. ‘I’ll hold them down if you want to punch,’ she offers and you dig your heels in. Not actually interested or brave enough to confront either of her brothers. “It’s okay. Just tell him to talk to me and stop hitting me with stuff, okay?” Head turning as the robot’s big hands tremble slightly, you make a face. “Is your bot broken?” ‘Very,’ she growls, sounding angry.

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i may have gotten carried away again \(//∇//)\ fully uncensored on my Bluesky🦋!

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Team summer time 💙💛🩵☀️😎🍉

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Do a fanart of TFA Blackarachnia x Optimus Prime. Optimus Prime is bound in webs, and Blackarachnia gives him a kiss.

here ~(˘▾˘~) (+bonus)

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Blush. 😘