#robots purring

[therightatriumoftheheart]

PURRING!!! They r purring you cannot stop me they’re purring and it’s awesomesauce. Like I mean engines kinda do that anyway right?? But I think Jazz would have those really loud rumbly purrs and Prowl would have those quiet chittery-chirpy purrs you cannot take this away from me it’s all I’ve been able to think about for like two days. Nd since they purr they get to cuddle like cats this is law btw.

Closeups ofc ofc->

[lintufriikki]

more kittywave… his vents look like whiskers too 🥺💙💜

[soaplily119]

if you think about it, whirring is basically just purring

just for robotgirls instead of catgirls

[lockheed-martin-unofficial]

Cybertronian purring headcanons!

What exactly is purring? For cybertronians it is a continuous rumbling sound which sounds similar to a powerful, idling engine. Bigger cybertronians will generally have a deeper and lower pitched purr, but not necessarily a louder one. It’s many things: a response to happiness and other positive feelings, stress relief, a way to soothe oneself or others (especially when injured), a way to show one’s affection and trust. Although it can be done both voluntarily and involuntarily, purring is an emotional response. Meaning you cannot ‘fake’ a purr. It’s always genuine.

Where does it come from? Good question! In cats it comes from the vocal cords, in cybertronians however, it’s probably the engine. (Do they have engines? I still don’t know, but I would guess they do have something equivalent to an engine and that it’s a different than a spark. Maybe they’re connected organs.) This means cybertronians who do not speak, like Soundwave, can still purr. Must be embarrassing, accidentally breaking your vow of silence by making kitty cat noises.

Some cybertronians will purr they’re recharging given they’re in a secure place. If they don’t feel safe during a power-down, they won’t purr or vent excess heat. It’s a countermeasure brought on by the war, nobody wants to sleep in the middle of a battlefield and get attacked because your enemies locked onto your heat signature. (I think that’d be a genuine fear for some, especially those who have been on the front lines of the fighting. After the war, I imagine some cybertronians having trouble recharging because their bodies refuse to fully relax & do the heat venting thing, still paranoid.)

Recharge-purring is comparable to a snoring partner or relaxing train ambience while you’re trying to sleep, take your pick and there is nothing in between. A human would either fall asleep immediately or stay awake all night, depending on the day.

Meanwhile, I think it’d probably help other cybertronians rest better if someone in the room was purring. Cat purring can help a person heal and recover, it’s safe to assume the same would go for cybertronians.

I will post my specific purring headcanons about some decepticons later, and although I’m not that good at characterizing the Autobots I will do it if I get enough ideas.

This is a little less based in canon than my usual headcanons, but I think the idea of robots purring is Very Cute and I am going to talk about it. Perhaps I am cringe but I am free

[transformers-synergize]

Do they purr?

Yes they in fact do purr. Cybertronians actually make a lot of unique sounds.

Purring usually a sound made when very calm, happy or satisfied. Some bots do it more than others. Some bots also may purr to calm others bots down.

Revving Is a universally Aggressive gesture with a similar meaning to why many animals growl. Its also often used as a warning, a universal fuck around and find out you could say Most bots aren't fans of humans with loud revving cars or motorcycles because of this.

Rattling This usually happens when a cybertronian is very scared, upset or crying the sound comes from shaking making their painting Rattle.

Honk Sometimes accompanying screaming whether in shock/fear or rage It can often be used to draw attention to one's self, it's a new modification most bots gained after taking an earth alt and not a natural cybertronian trait.

Sirens/alarms are a form of warning call only used in absolute emergencies, used as a loud call for help or a warning of danger and to get away, The pattern and pitch in which the siren plays indicates to other cybertronians if it is a call for help or a warning to get away,

Sometimes, for the sake of getting to places Faster on Earth bots disguised as emergency vehicles will use their Sirens, but it's not a pleasant experience for them. this is another noise human Vehicles make that cybertronians find Distressing.

Cybertronian language, though it may sound like a bunch of random noise to most humans it is very much a language consisting of A mix of chirps, clicks, chittering, buzzes, hums, purrs, and Beeps. It Sounds less like any human language and more like a buggy Summer night mixed with random electronic Noises. Though it is possible for a human to learn how to read a cybertronian language, it's basically impossible for them to speak or understand it verbally. Many sounds have subtle Differences that human ears Can't pick up on, Along with many sounds being too high Or low pitch for most human ears and most sounds being impossible for a human to make. along with that, all of Cybertron's primary languages use electrical signals in tandem with verbalization or hand gestures in the case of cybertronian sign language, While Cybertronian tactile languages are entirely incomprehensible to humans since they consist of 90% electrical signals.

[nekobami]

Cratz pur

(take your time i know he’s hard for you to animate/draw like stupid alight Motion)

THATS RIGHT, stupid alight motion, I'm completely SICK of it so I'm gonna have to stick with my sketch inky artstyle :D (hope u like it) [TYSM for asking (and requesting) <3]

[weebsinstash]

Suddenly realizing that if I had a nickel for every time I was attracted to an inhuman tall cunty gnc man in heels who was really mean, scheming, and massively insecure, that I would have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice

[doomted]

speaking of arcade . I MISS MY F.ALLOUT GUYSSSSSS . i need to start playing againnn

[les-bane-bea]

nyat giving you a biiiiig hug

[puraiuddo]

y’all better fucking vote Jazz in the new robot husband poll

[crisicsgames]

🤍🤖💀 GATTO 🐱 💣BOMBAROLO CAT BOMBER LOVE DEATH + ROBOTS 😁😁😁 #lovedeathrobots #catbomber #gattobombarolo #catspurr

[connorsui]

Ight so I'm finally down along with the earth and holy spirit of humanity like a normal being that should belong in the dirt and not up in the sky ✨️💅🏻 and I'll admit when I was already like 3 minutes away from arriving to my car I was thinking of expanding this blog into other communities like helldivers , cyberpunk 2077, more of hazbin hotel, resident evil and more cuz ur girl is feeling a little mixed ...

A little flavourful...a little like I need new stuff around here but the room gonna be the same ...wallpaper the same ..but the bookcases gonna get bigger and larger ✨️🩷

I just gotta sprinkle it innnnnnn like a sauce packet on a ramen bowl ✨️🩷

ANYWAYYY I GOT SUM FICS I GOTTA SHOW YALL LATER SO GIMMIE A MINUTE ✨️🩷

[jinuaei]

Fuck it, lets start slow yeah? Also slight spoilers on Predator: Killer of Killers

Those collars that translate stuff, instead of putting it on you, your own yautja (yandere ofc) would wear it instead. He knows how cumbersome it is to wear such a demeaning object, so he sacrifices his own dignity so that he could understand you. And if he could, he would definitely make sure that it's only him that could understand you with that collar (though other yautjas could use their own collar if they really want to).

The yautja that has chosen you as his ooman seems to enjoy your presence (unbeknownst to you of course), but he has been stalking you for a while and you fear that he would attack you suddenly. But he never did, no, instead he approached you in a way that one would approach a scared animal, his arms wide open and his mandibles clicking and purring to soothe your nerves.

He points to the collar on his neck, metallic and heavy, before pointing to you. You shook your head of course, you don't want to wear a collar! But he does it again, this time speaking in his language, voice soft and deep.

"Ooman speak," the sudden robotic voice emanating from the collar startles you, and the predator purrs again to calm you down. It worked tremendously as you felt your muscles relax.

"Speak?"

"...Hi...?"

The purrs grow louder and the yautja shows... happiness? On it's face.

"I, closer?" He asks, tilting his head.

"You...wanna get closer?"

He nods, dutifully waiting for your approval.

"Sure, I guess?" His mandibles clicks approvingly before getting closer and closer until you are face to chest with him. You gave him permission to come close, but you did not expect him to come this close. As one would react normally, you step backwards in shock, but what you did not expect was him stepping forwards as soon as you did it.

You both moved in tandem, you trying to get away, and him wanting to stay in your personal space. The dance ended when you are pinned between a wall and another, fleshier — but muscular! — wall.

The whole time his purrs did not stop, instead, it got louder and louder the closer he got, and this time, you felt it vibrate your whole body when he nuzzles close to your neck.

"Ooman... smell good."

You did not know whether to be disgusted or be scared, so you stayed there, still like a statue.

"Ooman not be scared, I, protect you."

Well then... considering that you literally can't do anything against a yautja, you just accepted whatever is happening. But you should really tell him to stop sniffing and licking your neck.

[simpingforcys]

And PROTECTIVE/TERRITORIAL OF YOU

oh to have a scary dangerous giant absolutely in love with you that will only be soft for you and pays attention to you so much it's intimidating

[mangooes]

Your Cat is Heavy Ma'am!

(Name) was exhausted. Her heels had been kicked off halfway through the hallway, her jacket slung somewhere across the kitchen island, and her only plan for the evening was to faceplant into bed. But the moment she stepped into their shared bedroom—

“OH MY GOD!”

A wild caracal was lounging on the middle of their bed. Elegant, huge, with tufted ears and slitted golden eyes locked directly on her like she owed it a snack. Or her soul.

And before she could bolt or scream again—it lunged.

"AUGH—!"

She hit the carpet with a dramatic thump, limbs flailing in pure chaos, only to find the caracal landing squarely on her, tail swishing and purring like a damn engine. It rubbed its head along her cheek, licked her chin, and stretched languidly on top of her, completely knocking the breath out of her.

From the corner, Mephisto cawed in what could only be described as robotic bird laughter.

“Mephisto! Not helping!” She shrieked, swatting at the air as the smug avian continued flapping with mockery. “You’re supposed to protect me, not broadcast this like a soap opera!”

The caracal, unbothered, licked her nose.

She groaned dramatically, hands flopping to her sides. “Okay. Fine. I guess I have a cat now. A huge, kissing, clingy cat. Sylus is gonna freak when he finds fur in the sheets...”

At the sound of Sylus's name, the caracal tensed. Fur rose. Ears flattened.

She blinked. “...Huh. That’s weird. What, don’t like him?”

But the tension passed quickly, and she just shrugged. “Whatever, big guy. You’re sweet. And super heavy. Like—what do they feed you, bricks?”

Still, she scooped him up with effort, staggering toward the hallway like a warrior bearing the weight of an 18-pound demon kitten. “We’re gonna cuddle. And then I’m gonna show you off to Sysy—he’ll get all jealous, it’ll be funny.”

She’d barely made it past the front hallway when the front door slammed open.

Luke and Kieran burst in, panting like they’d just outrun a dragon stampede, Kieran holding a glowing vial like it was the Holy Grail.

“MISSUS!!” they both shouted in unison.

She stared at them, caracal still slung in her arms. “...Why are you both sweating like marathon runners? And what—”

She pointed to the vial. “What is that? Where’s Sylus?! Did he—”

The cat sniffed the vial, and then—

LICK.

And then… P O O F.

She suddenly found herself pinned under something a lot heavier than a caracal.

A man. A bare-chested, the smell of his signature colgone, very familiar, very muscled man.

“…SYLUS?!” she shrieked.

Sylus, now very much human again, groaned in bliss, nuzzling into her neck like a sleepy cat, voice rich and husky. “Mmm… I like this better. Your skin’s much softer than the sheets.”

She was frozen for all of two seconds. Then she exploded.

“WHA—YOU—YOU WERE THE CAT?! YOU WERE LICKING MY FACE—GET OFF ME, YOU NAKED MENACE!”

Sylus smirked, not moving an inch. “I told you I missed you.”

“YOU TERRORIZED ME! YOU JUMPED ON ME! YOU PURRED LIKE A DAMN ENGINE!”

“You called me sweet,” he murmured smugly, kissing the edge of her jaw. “You said you wanted to cuddle—who am I to deny you that?”

She turned cherry red, smacking his shoulder. “Get off me, put some clothes on!”

Luke and Kieran, watching the chaos unfold from the doorway, turned away with synchronized salutes, dying of laughter.

“Respectfully lookin’ away, boss!”

“Don’t forget to tell us if you wanna go full tiger next time, we’ll prep the litter box!”

(Name) howled, trying to squirm out from under him. “SYLUS! THEY SAW EVERYTHING!”

He grinned devilishly, arms tightening around her waist. “Good. Let them see who I belong to... Master.”

“You’re unbelievable, wait what MASTER—”

“And adorable,” he purred, nipping her earlobe. “And all yours.”

She groaned dramatically, ruffling his hair messy. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Mmm,” he rumbled, finally scooping her up bridal style, completely ignoring her flailing. “Lucky you didn’t adopt another cat. That would've gotten messy.”

“You were jealous of yourself,” She pointed out flatly, arms crossing as he carried her to the bedroom.

“I was jealous of a version of me that got more cuddles than this one, yes.”

She sighed again. “You’re impossible.”

He chuckled, nuzzling into her hair. “After all, a cat can't stray away from it's master for too long no?”

This was inspired by the cat event last year, PLEASE BRING IT BACK I LOVE CAT SYLUS AKSJDNASKJDNAKA I NEED THE CLOTHES RAGHHHHHHH also could you tell that i rlly love cats, anyways sylus is a caracal cat its canon guys i love him

[camheaven]

nerd!kento (っ- ‸ - ς) would never cheat on his girlfriend. she was kind,sweet,smart- the whole package. all of his robotic club friends said he was so lucky, said he’d never find someone else like her. and he knew that. he truly did. that’s why when he took up tutoring you he laid down some ground rules.

get in and get out. don’t talk about anything that wasn’t the task at hand: fixing your math grade. he wouldn’t even let his eye meet yours- because he knew what would happen if he did. you’d suck him in like you did all boys. you’d tempt him, make him unfaithful!

but it was so hard- especially when your thigh brushed his, just barely. or when you’d look at him with your big brown eyes, feathered by your beautiful lashes. “am i doing it right ken?” you’d say softly, tucking your bottom lip into your teeth like the problem was fucking the shit out of you.

he knew you were doing it on purpose. i mean you had a reputation. you were a cold-heart man eater. and kento? well… kento was weak. it didn’t even take a week before he was buried inside you, glasses lopsided, hips pounding relentlessly into you over the study rooms table.

you gripped his forearm, nails digging into his skin. “you think your so smart, huh, ken?” you mewl feeling him hit that soft spot inside you that made your knees go weak. he couldn’t even answer you- not because of his girlfriend but because you weren’t letting up- he already came twice, i mean his legs were practically shaking so what more did you want from him?

just when he finally thought you were done you got on your knees, his cock was sill hard, the tip leaking. “gimmie two more and i promise i wont tell kento.” you purred. but its not like he had a choice. because he wasn’t thinking anymore, his dick was.