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These guys are surely gnna be just fine

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I like to think that when they get startled, they’d instinctively transform into their alt modes like turtles or pangolins cuz they’re much more compact and sturdy and smaller targets 😌 also maybe possibly I am secretly a sucker for bloominglegumes’s jazterwave stuff so I wanted to make something with them too 🙄 but I’ll never tell. Also this is my first time drawing Jazz, so I hope it’s good for the Jazz fans out there

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sound systems 🎶

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he's so cute and sillyyy 😫 my goood, look at him, just look at him!! how do we even have the nerve to pump his life with angst? my dude deserves to be happy 24/7

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All That You Are

Tony Stark x Reader

Summary: Tony Stark had spent a lifetime moving too fast, burning too bright, never stopping long enough to let anything soft touch him. But with you, in the quiet glow of your shared world, he finally learns that love isn’t about grand gestures or sharp edges.

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The world knew Tony Stark as the genius, the billionaire, the man who built his legacy out of metal and fire. But in this moment, beneath the golden hush of the penthouse lights, he was just a man pulling a blanket over the back of the couch, setting the scene for a night made only for you.

He liked nights like these. The kind where the world outside faded, where he wasn’t Iron Man, wasn’t a headline, wasn’t anything but yours.

You padded into the room, barefoot and warm in one of his hoodies, the sleeves pulled over your hands. His chest tightened at the sight of you—sleepy-eyed, soft, looking at him like he was something worth slowing down for.

“You’re really serious about this movie night, huh?” you teased, leaning against the armrest of the couch.

Tony hummed, stepping closer, sliding his hands over your waist like it was instinct. “You say that like I don’t meticulously plan every moment I spend with you.”

Your lips curved, your fingers finding his. “Meticulously, huh?”

He lifted your hand to his mouth, pressing the softest kiss to your knuckles. “Down to the last detail.”

Your breath caught, your fingers tightening just slightly around his. There was something so achingly tender about the way he touched you—like you were delicate, something to be handled with care. And Tony had never been gentle with much of anything in his life, but you—you were different.

He let you pull him onto the couch, shifting until you were tucked against his side, your legs draped over his lap. His arms curled around you easily, effortlessly, the arc reactor casting the faintest glow between you.

The movie started, but neither of you were really watching.

Your fingers traced over the veins in his forearm, slow and aimless. “You always do this,” you murmured.

Tony’s voice was quiet. “Do what?”

“Make everything feel like home.”

His breath hitched. He could handle a million flashing lights, a room full of cameras, the weight of the world on his shoulders. But this? This was something else entirely.

He pressed his lips to your hair, breathing you in. “That’s funny,” he murmured, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of your hoodie, seeking the warmth of your skin. “Because that’s exactly what you do to me.”

You stilled against him, your hand tightening around his. And then, slowly, so softly it nearly broke him, you whispered, “I love you.”

Tony Stark had been called a lot of things in his life. Brilliant. Reckless. Arrogant. But no one had ever spoken to him like this, with that kind of certainty, like loving him wasn’t something you had to think about.

He swallowed, his fingers curling at your waist. “Say it again.”

You smiled, tilting your chin up, brushing your lips over his jaw. “I love you.”

Something in him cracked, something raw and aching and utterly undone.

He shifted, pressing his forehead to yours, his breath uneven. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

Your hands framed his face, your thumbs tracing slow, soothing lines against his skin. “You’re you, Tony. That’s enough.”

His eyes burned.

No one had ever told him that before.

He kissed you then—soft and slow and so full of something he couldn’t name. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and Tony felt it in every part of him—the way you held him like he wasn’t made of steel and sharp edges, but something soft, something worthy.

When you pulled back, his lips barely brushed against yours as he whispered, “Stay here forever?”

You smiled, curling closer. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And for the first time in his life, Tony Stark finally believed that someone would stay.

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Shockwave is an Alpha gamer

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IS THIS A ATLA REF???? YAYAYAYAYYAYAYAYAY

oh, hm. well. uhm

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Lol I'm sorry I couldn't help it, the look on their faces

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Ah yes, thank you for ripping my heart out of my chest and stomping on it.

for my first ever friends

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I always get into fandoms when they’re dead 😭😭! Like ghost of Tsushima- such a beautiful and good game but the fandom is 6 feet under bro-

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I don’t want this Nathan Drake…

I want this one…

We are not the same.

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Something cathartic about playing TR:UD and being able to chase and hit killers with a big fucking hammer. [Builderman TR:UD voice] Not gonna sugar coat it. Ban hammer 🔨💥🔨🔨💥💥🔨💥🔨💥🔨💥🔨🔨💥💥🔨💥🔨💥🔨💥

you should play phighting as banhammer

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just made the best non-looping gif i think

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My BBG 😌😌☺️☺️

(He’s so underrated it’s sad 😔😔)

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Hello! Can I ask G1 Ratchet, Wheeljack and Ironhide with accustomed to not communicating deeply with anyone, but kind reader? It's like too afraid to trust anyone because he's afraid for own heart. Reader finds a comfortable place next to the Autobots and is like... Imbued with sincere trust? Good relationships and real involvement? Even in Wheeljack's experiments xD

Sorry if this is weird/blurry! Thank you for your work, inspiration to you and all the best! 💖

(Feel free to change/ignore, everything is ok!)

The little anxiety ball meets some Bots, what can go wrong?

Hope you enjoy!

Human Buddy who's anxious yet trusting with Ratchet, Ironhide, and Wheeljack

SFW, Platonic, Human reader

G1

This little ball of anxiety met the Autobots through Carly.

Carly wanted her friend to meet the Bots and potentially get them to out of their comfort zone a bit.

She knew that Buddy had a bit of a hard time making friends, so she thought this would be a good way for them to gain new ones.

What better way than letting them get to know the Autobots.

Buddy agreed to this if Carly bought them ice cream floats for the next month if things went south.

Carly still counts it as a win.

She had already recruited the help, she knew this was going to end well.

Ratchet

Carly and Buddy walking into the med bay.

Ratchet is by his tools cleaning them.

“Buddy, I’d like you to meet Ratchet. Ratchet this is Buddy.”--Carly

Ratchet turns and kneels.

Buddy shifts a bit.

“Hello there. Carly tells me your name is Buddy, right?”--Ratchet

Buddy nods but has a small smile on their face.

Ratchet can almost feel the anxiety rolling off them when they come into the med bay.

He tries to appear as nonthreatening as possible to calm the poor thing.

The medic offers to show Buddy around the med bay to ease some tension.

Within a couple minutes, Buddy becomes comfortable with Ratchet and just stays by his side for the rest of the day.

Ratchet is a bit surprised on this switch.

Buddy went from being afraid of breathing the same air as him to sitting comfortably on his shoulder in a couple of minutes.

Carly did give him the heads up about Buddy’s behavior, but he didn’t expect it to be this fast.

He does his best to explain what he is doing whenever Buddy asks him questions.

By the end of the day Buddy is fully comfortable with Ratchet and can’t wait to come back to see him.

Buddy doing their best to hug Ratchet’s pede.

“I’ll come back soon Ratchet.”--Buddy

Ratchet chuckling a bit patting Buddy’s head.

“Sure kid. I’ll be here when you come over.”--Ratchet

Ironhide

Carly and Buddy walk to the main room where Ironhide is looking at the screen.

“Ironhide! We’re here!”--Carly

Ironhide looks down towards Carly and Buddy.

He steps forward and a bit loudly.

“Heya Carly. And you must be Buddy!”--Ironhide

Buddy quinces a bit.

Ironhide looks at Carly who makes the ‘quieter tone’ motion with her hands.

“My apologizes Buddy, I can be a bit loud sometimes.”--Ironhide

Ironhide offers a digit to shake.

Buddy looks at him with a small smile and shakes his digit.

Ironhide knows Carly asked beforehand to try and connect with Buddy and so that’s what he does.

This is his mission now.

He gives them a tour around the base.

Ironhide doesn’t mind if they want to walk by his side or if they want to perch on his shoulder.

He is a bit shocked in how comfortable Buddy becomes around him after a few short minutes.

Carly did say that their trust was very easily earned if the person or in this case bot was good.

While walking around he might slip a few stories here and there to fill any awkward silences.

Buddy in return tells him some stories of their own.

By the time Buddy has to go he can see some sadness in their eyes.

He reassures them that they can come back anytime and maybe continue the stories or go on another walk.

Buddy hugs Ironhide’s digit in goodbye as they get into Carly’s car.

Buddy waves at him.

“Bye Ironhide! Thank you for the stories!”--Buddy

Ironhide waves back.

“See ya latter Buddy!”--Ironhide

Wheeljack

“And this is the lab—Wheeljack!”--Carly

Wheeljack turns towards the sound of Carly’s voice.

He is half covered in soot with a blowtorch in on servo.

“Hey Carly! And…oh is that, Buddy? I thought we were going to meet next week?”--Wheeljack

“It is next week Wheeljack.”--carly

“Oops! Hold on a nanosecond.”--Wheeljack

Wheeljack grabs a rag and manages to get rid of most of the soot and places the blow torch down before kneeling to greet Buddy.

“Nice ta meet ya Buddy! Carly’s talked about ya!”--Wheeljack

Buddy motions to the side of their head.

“You gotta a bit of fire on your fin.”--Buddy

Wheeljack quickly swats it before chuckling a bit.

Buddy chuckles a bit too.

Buddy, as nervous as they were, was a bit curious and asked him what he was doing.

Wheeljack is a bit excited that someone finally asked and takes Buddy into his servos and walks to the lab.

Through the explaining and off topic things the two talk, Buddy soon began asking if there was something they could do to help him with his experiment.

So, things could go a lot smoother in the lab.

Wheeljack now has a best human friend.

The two don’t reappear from the lab until it’s time for Buddy to go.

The two aren’t too sad when they have to go their separate ways. They already made plans to meet soon.

Wheeljack giving Buddy a little box.

“Something for you to remember me by.”--Wheeljack

Buddy hugs the box before hugging his pede.

“Thank you! Thank you Wheeljack! See you next week!”--Buddy

Wheeljack patting Buddy on the head before Buddy goes to Carly.

“What did Wheeljack give you?”--Carly

“Rocket shoes.”--Buddy

“…What?”--Carly

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Y/n : *banging a datapad on the table out of frustration*

Megatron : Stop that. How would you feel if I banged you on the table?

Y/n : I—

Y/n : I don’t know the correct answer to that question

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