#TF Accelerator

[blade-liger-4ever]

Accelerator: Reversionist Curator

The main religion of Cybertronians is Reversionism. Reversionism believes in the return of all Cybertronian life to the AllSpark with their creator Primus at the end of time. One of their beliefs is that Titans are beings specifically created by Primus as guardians of Cybertron, a fact that is reinforced by how Titans are sporadically born from unknown regions before appearing on Cybertron.

The Curators are an order of Reversionists who focus on aiding the poor, preparing funeral rites and mourning ceremonies, guiding lost Sparks who have no one, directing future Cityspeakers in their duties and powers, and acting as an impartial judicial branch in Cybertronian society. Curators are also commonly sought out as teachers for younglings, for their level of knowledge is only surpassed by the Archivists in the Hall of Records. They are known to be excellent spiritual guides, often being chosen as advisors to the Prime or members of the High Council.

When one joins the Curators, they take a new name upon the completion of their initiation. Accelerator chose her name from a figure in the early texts of the Covenant of Primus, who was well-known as a judge and defender in ancient times. Although a "lowly beastformer", the Reversionists make no distinctions between the classes or alternate forms, and her Philippine eagle-like alternate mode was accepted fully by them.

Accelerator served as a devout Curator for millions of years, eventually being promoted to Overseer of her branch of the order when Orion Pax and Megatronus were gaining some traction in their movement to change Cybertron for the better. Wishing to help, Accelerator sent aid to their movement and began pushing for some of Orion's ideas to be accepted by the authorities.

When Orion became a Prime and Megatronus renounced their association in favor of forming the anarchist Decepticons, Accelerator was the first to join the newly formed Autobots, and offered to be an advisor to the new Prime.

As the War dragged on, Accelerator and Optimus worked to both overcome Megatron and his forces as well as to help the civilians and damaged combatants. When the Exodus had to be made after it was clear Cybertron was dead, Accelerator accepted Optimus' request that she accompany Prowl's unit to Velocitron.

Since arriving on the grossly secular and race focused world, Accelerator has spent her time divided between building up relations with the Velocitronian government alongside Prowl, helping her crew, and organizing small missionary activities. When things get uncomfortably quiet and memories of Cybertron plague her, Accelerator goes to their small chapel to pray for guidance and strength.

(Don't mind me, just expanding on religion in my borderline TF/TFP AU, as well as doing something with a really cool niche girl Autobot...)

[elfdragon12]

Daily female Transformers

Accelerator! She is a pious and dedicated member of the Reversonist religion.

She was introduced in the 2019 IDW series and hasn't appeared in anything new just yet.

I think she has a really neat design! And it's a neat execution of the angel motif!

[marshmeowlow]

brain could not stop thinking about the Swinbee funny moments with a sudden jealous breakdown

[wafferreyes]

he's good for my soul

[lavatichellborn]

I retouched the design I had for Accelerate in gacha. Also have Heatwave in a human form because I can

[leclercskiesahead]

French speakers vs Spanish speakers do English anagrams

by F1 Academy

[fiascobaby]

"der hölle Rache kocht in meinem Herze" is such a Starscream-core aria. i can't explain the connections my brain just speed-ran and i won't. maybe you see my vision.

[defrogatory]

he's not gonna make it the full 4 years i don't think. due to his own health likely.

[ghostzzy]

i was excited to check out the new flight rising effects this morning but they're not working for me At All :^(

[letskeepwalking]

dunno what blows my mind more, the fact that my college’s financial aide office is so unhelpful, or that somehow none of the IRL people I know who did grad school used federal student loans????

[arwcn]

!!!!! (this is huge actually)

firefox just started doing this too so remember kids if you want to stream things like netflix or hulu over discord without the video being blacked out you just have to disable hardware acceleration in your browser settings!

[xbittersweet-nostalgiax]

For fucks sake I do not need an anxiety attack on top of all this

[twocubes]

the thing with terms like "seggs" and "unalive" is that on the one hand the paranoia that leads people to say stuff like that seems bad socially but on the other hand i find euphemisms very funny and i'd rather people be more creative

causing your own rebirth in a fantasy universe

Sudden-Onset Cerebral Entropy Syndrome

self-induced Wikipedia verb-tense shift event

vehicular Isekai

accelerating the timeline on your estate's legacy process

personal temperature normalization

ghost tf

[bluskaiwriting]

fetor & fertile | sergei "kraven" kravinoff

➤ pairing: AFAB reader x Sergei Kravinoff / Kraven

➤ warnings: Smut, mild predator/prey play, having a heat, animal play (a smidge), fuck or die because why tf not

➤ notes: Since y'all loved the last one so much, a little more filth for the people. dialogue in italics means it's in Russian but I'm not gonna Google translate and butcher Russian so just imagine~

➤ more: masterlist | smut reblog blog 

She hadn't realised her heat was so close when she'd made the journey out here.

It shouldn't have been for another few months at least. An early heat only meant one thing, there was a viable mate nearby.

It also meant she was fucked.

She'd barely trekked for another hour or so before she realised she wasn't alone.

Whatever it was had been following her by scent, her stench getting stronger as her body temperature rose.

She was in no state for a fight, if it came down to it.

Gritting her teeth, she knew that she had to make it to The Hunter's lair before sunset if she wanted to survive.

According to her map, it should have been only another few kilometres to the dome she was told to look out for.

Her rucksack was feeling heavier, the exhaustion and lethargy of the heat catching up to her. Her hair started to plaster to her forehead, and clothes stuck to her clammy skin.

As she walked, her mind wandered, and she recalled what her mother taught her about the symptoms of an unignored heat.

Fever, muscle spasms, uncontrolled perspiration, accelerated heart rate, and in some cases, death.

Usually, she'd have access to chemical suppressants or her mating simulator in the city. However, with the death of her uncle and the entire operation going to shit in the mess, things were not going as planned.

So her grand plan to save her family was to throw everyone under the bus, giving up her uncle's associates to a figure known as The Hunter.

He was supposed to be a legend, a boogie man to scare convicts and criminals into behaving. But a revelation came in the form of a file that she received after she called in a favour from law school.

He was very real and very effective.

If he could take care of the problems at hand, she was willing to pay whatever he wanted. But from what she heard, he wasn't interested in money, only justice. She could work with that.

As the dome came into sight, she heaved a sigh of relief, but before she could take another step the hairs on her neck stood on end.

Whatever had been following her, finally caught up.

Turning around slowly, she came face to face with a man with eyes like a lion's.

The Hunter.

He was tall and built like a warrior, with dark, long hair. Broad shoulders and endlessly long arms. His fists were clenched by his sides, bulging veins crawling up his forearm. Her heat-glazed brain seemed to focus on his thighs, thick and strong, his pants leaving nothing to the imagination. His face had to have been sculpted by the gods. Gaze dark, he scanned her head to toe, pupils narrowed.

Silently, she hoped that he liked what he saw.

He upturned his head, taking a deep breath before huffing and looking at her with something curious in his eyes.

"You're real brave, coming out here smelling like that."

His brow quirked, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. She ignored her hormones screaming for her to submit to him.

"I'm looking for The Hunter."

His eyebrows raised, something akin to amusement colouring his features.

"Who's asking?'

She shared her name and mentioned that she got her information from a friend from law school.

His stance seemed to soften, less offensive, more defensive. Which meant he recognised what she was saying. Thank god.

"Why are you here?"

"I've got names for you." His eyes gleamed with determination.

Hook and centre.

He invited her into his home, and offered her a snack and drink, said that she could stay the night, on account of the trek she'd made to get to him.

At this point, her heat was accelerating, her breaths coming out in short pants and her skin was flushed and hot to the touch. If he noticed, he didn't mention it.

He still seemed to be taking deep breaths, especially in her direction, but didn't bring it up again, she wasn't sure if she was relieved or not.

She vaguely realised that he was asking her a question, but she barely registered it.

Her head felt like she was underwater. She could hear an odd ringing and spots were dancing before her. The world suddenly seemed much too bright and it spun deliriously. She found herself on the floor before she could catch herself.

When her eyes opened, she found him knelt beside her, eyes wide with desire.

"You're not human, are you?"

She barely managed to shake her head while shivering. She could feel the cramps now, and if she didn't take care of it soon, she would pass the point of no return.

"Fuck."

He inhaled sharply, eyes glowing brighter.

"You smell..."

She knew that suppressants were only going to do so much now, her body sensed a viable mate and it seemed she would have to give in to her baser self.

Though, it didn't hurt that the specimen before her was most certainly satisfactory.

"Please, help me. It hurts." She whined, tearing at her clothes desperately.

She felt so hot, a fire burning her everywhere. When he placed a hand on her arm, she moaned instinctively and felt a small sense of instant relief.

He looked toward her, the vein on his jaw pulsing as he clenched and unclenched his teeth.

"Are you sure?"

She grabbed his hand, shoving it lower as she nodded, pouting in frustration.

He took that as his sign and surged down toward her, pulling her deep into a passionate kiss.

His lips were soft but commanding, pulling gasps from her as he worked his tongue past her lips. He massaged at her tongue with his own and suckled on it lightly, before pulling back and nibbling on her bottom lip.

It was everything she needed and yet entirely not enough. Her hands roved over him desperately attempting to pull him impossibly closer.

He pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, moving down to a spot behind her ear that had her moaning out loud.

He nipped at it gently, nuzzling against her hair while his hands moved over her underwear, pants long forgotten somewhere around them.

The Hunter slid his middle finger up and down her slit, putting pressure near the top where she needed more.

She whimpered with need, almost thrashing around from the overwhelming sensations that brought her relief while simultaneously being not enough. He chuckled at her neediness, and she felt a sense of embarrassment wash over her.

He kissed his way down past her collarbone, sliding her shirt off and baring her to him completely, he nipped at the side of her breast and continued downward.

As he peeled her underwear back his eyes sparkled at the sight of her glistening pussy. Groaning, his breath blew puffs of air onto her sensitive lips, causing her to clench around nothing.

Lowering his face to her core, he licked a tentative stripe up her slit. Moaning at the taste, he dove in like a man starved. Licking into her so enthusiastically, she could swear she saw stars.

Alternating between fucking her little hole with his tongue and sucking and nibbling at her sensitive clit, he had her writhing about in minutes.

Frankly, it was embarrassing.

"God... You taste heavenly."

"Shut up."

He grinned up at her like the Cheshire cat from his place between her legs, sending a shiver up her spine.

As his tongue continued its exploration of her, he added a finger, pumping in and out of her at a torturous pace. Her breathing got heavier, and the coil in her belly got tighter. Her fingers tugged at his hair, tangling in the strands. Pathetic mewls escaped her mouth.

"i-I'm close" She breathed, eyes rolling back.

"C'mon sweetheart, give it to me." He mumbled into her skin, a shit-eating grin on his face.

He added a second finger, scissoring them inside her and found a spongey little spot that made her let out a noise like a wounded animal. He huffed a laugh and continued bullying the spot relentlessly.

She saw stars as she crested over, a shiver running from the top of her head down to her toes. Even as the sensations got too much, he didn't let up.

She kicked at him, attempting to shove him off. But his mouth stayed plastered to her mound, licking and sucking and nipping indiscriminately.

His fingers did not stop their assault on her poor abused hole, still fucking into that little spot that had her eyes rolling to the back of her head. She felt an odd sensation building in her tummy.

"Wh-wait! It feels-"

She tried to push him off, but he shushed her and kept going. The feeling grew bigger and rolled higher, and she wailed as she felt her orgasm crash over her in violent waves, shaking her body and causing her to curl in on herself.

When the feeling finally subsided after what seemed like forever, she breathed deeply, trying to catch her breath.

It wasn't until he looked up from between her legs, beard wet and grin wide that she'd realised what had happened. She squirted.

She opened her mouth to apologise but another cramp hit her, and she knew her heat wasn't done.

He looked over her as if checking she was alright. He locked eyes with her and gave her a questioning look, she smiled back at him lazily and nodded.

Pulling her up, he looped his arms under her knees and shoulders, carrying her to his bed.

He wasted no time, lining himself up with her entrance. She got a proper look at him for the first time, and God, he was thick.

He was a good length, enough that she knew she'd feel him inside her for a bit. But his girth was ridiculous, so thick that she most certainly would not be able to wrap her hands around him fully.

A tingle of fear shot through her and she worried if he'd fit or rip her apart. As she looked into his eyes and saw the hunger in them, she decided that she didn't mind going out this way.

He pushed into her in one go, and she felt her breath stop in her throat. She could feel all of him just nestled past her entrance, the heat emanating from him elicited a low moan from her. The stretch was intense, the burn travelling through her nerves, but she could also feel the heat of the pleasure from him pressing against her walls so deliciously.

He let out a long exhale as if reigning himself in for a semblance of self-control. He tried to look into her eyes, before fixating on a spot just above her head, a faraway look in his eyes.

Once the crazed look in his eyes softened somewhat, he began to move, sawing in and out of her.

Each drag of his length in and out, had him grinding against her clit perfectly. She felt the trembles of pleasure all over her body, and a heat in her ears from the sensations.

His chest pressed against hers, creating a wonderful sensation against her erect nipples. She gasped at the feeling arching her back in chase of the contact.

He grinned at her, enjoying the way he was destroying her fully.

As her orgasm built up in the base of her spine, he could feel her clenching around him harder and more sporadically.

Picking up the pace, he drove into her harder and faster, drawing out sounds of uh, uh, uh from her lips.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him, trapping him against her. Encouraged by the act, he brought his teeth to her ear and nibbled lightly, enough to have her driven mad by the slight pinch.

He brought his hand down between her legs and drew tight circles around her swollen bud.

That was the last thing she remembered before fireworks exploded beneath her eyelids, and she couldn't remember exactly when she had shut them.

An electrifying jolt shot through her and she felt the tingles all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes.

She clenched down on him, drawing a grunt and as she felt him tremble above her she also felt his warmth spread between her legs, filling her up as he let out a low groan into her ear.

The sound shot straight to her pussy. As she came back down, she felt the feeling return in her legs and the ringing in her ears faded.

She opened her eyes and found him lying next to her just watching. He had questions in his eyes now, though the desire had subsided somewhat, though not a lot.

So she explained how she came from a long line of people who weren't ever quite right. How they all seemed to become more animal than human when they got angry, and how regular human spouses never lasted very long in her family.

She told him about her uncle and the horrors that came with her family the empire they had built, the mess that became of it all now in the wake of his death.

Then finally, she could barely look him in the eye when she told him that what had just happened was her heat, and they were now mated and she could not leave him, even if she wanted to.

Finally, she avoided facing him at all when she rushed out in one breath that she might be with child, and her heat was far from over.

She waited, holding her breath for a reaction. But the silence stretched out, so she turned to face him, a weight settling on her shoulders.

But as she looked into his eyes, she saw some hope in them.

"I understand heats and mating, I'm more animal myself most days;" He started, offering her something of a comforting smile.

"I just never believed there were others like me out there."

He smiled at her warmly then, and she felt a sense of relief. They'd be alright.

[lavatichellborn]

I just realized because I gave Heatwave and Ace (RB Blurr) a father son dynamic.

And I also shipped Heatwave, Quickshadow, and Chase together and made Hot Shot their son.

I inadvertently made Accelerate and Hot Shot siblings, and you know what I’m living for it

[mentally-gone002]

worried on the floor

summary: spencer passes out in a moment of panic after a case that put him on edge when his girlfriend isn’t home at her usual time. 

warnings: probably some inaccuracies because i’m a child and don’t know what tf i’m talking abt

a/n: got bored and had time between writing a script so here yall go, eat up you hungry bitches💜

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apartment 23 had stood alone and dark ever since y/n had left for work. she usually left at the same time as spencer but he was away working a case. 

when spencer was home and the workday ended y/n was always the first one home, always there to greet him with a kiss at the door. 

today that was different. 

spencer felt something was off when he got through the door. his head was already full of the days previous case, which was filled with solving the kidnappings and murders of young women in wisconsin. they were all y/n’s age, which is what made him anxious. 

“y/n?” he still called out, “are you home?” the question floated in the air, unanswered. 

spencer toed off his shoes and put them on the mat right where they always sat beside hers. 

her shoes were missing. 

the slow acceleration of spencer’s heartbeat made his hands sweat with anxiety during his slow advance further into his apartment. 

why wasn’t she home? 

he flipped on the lights in the kitchen and the living room. everything was as they had left it that morning. he breathed shakily with the worry in his chest growing by the second. 

what if something happened to her.

is she okay?

spencer’s hands were shaking but he didn’t notice until he was pulling out the phone in his pocket to dial her number. the line rang and rang with no answer. only your voicemail. 

“hey, i can’t answer now ‘cause i’m probably doing something pretty amazing. leave your message at the beep and i’ll get back to you!” 

he tried again but it went to voicemail, again. he anxiously snapped his phone shut but kept it in his hands as he stood still in the middle of the apartment between the kitchen and the living room. 

spencer felt himself starting to panic; breath quickening and shallow, his heartbeat drumming in his ears at a pace that would be concerning to anyone monitoring it. he felt light headed from not getting enough oxygen, but he pushed the feeling down by worrying about her. that only caused his head to be filled with that swimming feeling. 

he needed to know she was okay. 

he needed to know she was coming home. 

the last thing he remembered was staring at his phone, flipping it open almost in slow motion and trying to dial morgan’s number but his fingers wouldn’t press the buttons. 

he blinked and it went dark.

y/n got home fifteen minutes later than usual. she noticed spencer’s car outside and excitedly walked up to the second story. she noticed two missed calls from him on her way up. 

when she reached the second floor she saw the soft orange hew of the lights on inside from under the door before she noticed the door wasn’t closed all the way. 

a million thoughts raced through her mind as she moved in slow motion to push the door open, looking for anything that would signal at a break in. that would be the only explanation for the door not being closed and locked; spencer was a stickler for locking the doors since he knew what monsters were out there. 

there was nothing that told her there was someone inside, but the image of spencer’s body laying on the floor made her scream. 

“spencer?” she fell to the floor right above him, a hand shakily touching his face. “spencer?” she kept calling his name but he wasn’t waking up. “baby, i need you to open your eyes! please open your eyes!” her fingers pressed into the side of his neck, feeling for a heartbeat that had her relieved to feel.

she kept trying to wake him, using all of the things she knew for a situation like this. 

she moved his body so that he was flat on his back and then grabbed his shoulders, jostling them. 

“spencer!” y/n felt her eyes burn with tears as she kept trying to wake him. “spencer, wake up! please…” she dropped her head onto the center of his chest just before sobs wracked her body. her hands squeezed the tops of his shoulders so tight that he would definitely have marks there for a day or two. she kept on moving his shoulders, lightly now.

spencer squeezed his eyes closed, breathing in with a groan. he felt a weight on his chest, not something he was imagining but a physical weight. he shifted himself on the floor. 

“spence?” he heard y/n whisper. “oh, thank god.” she sighed, sitting up to wipe tears that stained her face with one hand while the other cupped his face. 

he furrowed his brows and sat up, one arm propping him up. “are you okay?” he asked groggily, studying her face with worried eyes. “what happened?” 

she shook her head. “i came home and you were unconscious. i was so scared, spencer.” she whimpered. 

spencer frowned, pulling her into him. he was ignoring the pain in his head. “hey, everything’s alright. i’m okay.” he whispered, moving his hands to cup her face and make her look at him. “y/n, i’m okay.” 

she nodded in his hands. “i know, i know.” y/n blinked hard and breathed slow. “i’ve never known you to just… pass out. have you been taking care of yourself? you were out working on that case for a while.”

he nodded, smiling the best he could at her. “yeah, i have. i just stressed myself out, that’s all.” 

“why? what was stressing you out?” she wondered. 

spencer looked away at how they were seated in the floor. “i thought someone like our last unsub got you because you weren’t home before me.” he sighed with closed eyes. 

y/n frowned. “no one got me.” she assured.

“i’m so thankful for that.” he sighed, putting his arms around her shoulders to hide his face in her neck. “so thankful.” 

y/n put her arms around his back in return, holding onto him tight just to tell him she really was there. “i’m glad you’re okay, spencer.” she told him. 

he nodded and closed his eyes to better revel in the feeling of having her this close.