#or bot equivalent of

[tuhhadkeryo]

Purple Liquor

I figured I'd start posting a bit more of my writing here :)

The near empty bottle of vodka dangled uselessly from his fingers. The glass neck was slimy with his own slobber. Hacker had lost control of his basic motor functions a long time ago, but his grip stayed tight on the only thing that gave him life right now. 

His mind was bleary. His thoughts bounced dully inside of his pounding head before it seemed like they fell out. If he tried to collect himself, all he would hear inside his mind would be the laughter. 

He’d lost. Again. 

He didn’t even know why he’d felt so surprised.

And so he simply chose not to think. The bottle tilted up and moisture reached his mouth. The taste was long dulled by his drunkenness, but his throat burned as he swallowed sloppily. A satisfied sigh left his chest.  

He clipped his shoulder hard on the doorframe. Was that doorway always so small? He stopped to glare at it beside him, but his gaze couldn’t seem to focus. His eyelids were so heavy. Hacker wasn’t even sure which way this door led to until the bitter cold air of his prison invaded his nostrils. 

Boots stumbled and dragged on rough ground, catching on pebbles and jagged roots. He peered down his nose at the puffs of vapor from his breath until he felt cross eyed. 

Purple used to be his favorite color. But purple on the ground, seared across the sky, painted across the landscape…Hacker could puke looking at it now. Or maybe that was the alcohol. 

Another hard swallow of the liquor. It could quite possibly be from his current state, but the mountains ahead of him stretched awfully far into the sky. He sneered. Their stature was impressive, but the rock was soft. Crumbling. They wouldn’t even be a landmark soon. They - Mount Rigoletto, Etney, and Julius, despite being supposedly immovable statues of nature and code, served no better purpose than trodding ground for the matted-fur mountain goats that shat upon them. 

Hacker wretched at the thought of the goats, his mindless wandering harshly interrupted by the primal need to bend over, clutching at his spasming core. This whole dismal site displayed similar traits. The trees bore no fruit or leaves of any kind, but they refused to be felled, stubbornly holding fast to the rock-hard ground. The acids they had soaked in over time made burning them fatal. 

The moonlight flashed against the glass, the bottle lifting once more. There was no heat or life-giving sun rays here. Only dry, treacherous ditches where there used to be streams of water. 

“This miserable piece of lint site,” Hacker spat, wiping vodka off his chin with a rough swipe of his knuckles.

He took some kind of misstep and swayed on clumsy feet. He glanced about the barren area, hoping nobody had seen, taking care not to twist too fast. He felt dizzy. Yes, he was alone. Hacker tried to chuckle but all that came out was a wheeze. He’d forgotten he’d sent Buzz and Delete away. 

Why should they stay? This dismal desert place was all he’d ever rule, and his subjects, hairy, smelly goats and sand spiders. No, they could leave him alone, just as he’d always be. 

Hazy memories overtook his vision. Empty threats, broken promises, meaningless lies, uncontrollable anger. Even with all of his determination, his intelligence, and cunning, he always was sent staggering back to fall onto the rough, lifeless, purple ground. 

Shaking green hands raised the bottle to his lips. The moon’s reflection in the glass stung his eyes, making them water. Nothing quenched his need to drown himself. Through the moisture in his eyes, he could see that his liquor was all gone. 

A guttural scream split the air. The glass flung from his cold, nearly numb fingers in a burst of violent rage and shattered upon the dirt. The crunching of the shards against the ground amplified his uneven footsteps. The sound filled him with hatred. Why, he probably looked like a cad, like a toddler learning how to walk, like…a drunk. 

“I’m not drunk!” Hacker yelled. 

But Hacker knew he was. He just couldn’t see right, no matter how he squinted. His insides churned and his movements didn’t feel like his own. And he was alone. 

“I’m not drunk!” he bellowed again. He didn’t even know why. 

Not even his own voice would echo back to him from those shadowy purple mountains. 

He sunk to the dirt, an overwhelming flow of emotion rising in his chest. He watched his own fingernails scrape through the pebbles, trembling as his hands lifted the powdery soil. His hands, built for work from building, to delicate circuitry, to binding difficult metals, now as useless as the mirage of wildlife in front of him. His drunkenness only worsened the shaking and loss of control from his power depletion. His eyes stung again as dread built to a knot in his throat, a harsh truth realized. He fit in here. 

Hacker whispered so quietly he hardly was even sure he said it out loud. “I belong here.”

The air felt still and tense as Buzz watched the larger cyborg’s shoulders shudder. Sobs reached his audio receptors even from this distance. While he was no stranger to his boss’s fits, it still felt wrong somehow to watch as Hacker sank impossibly closer to the ground. He should’ve thought to hide their alcohol somewhere after this scheme’s failure. 

“Buzzy…shouldn’t we go help ‘im?” Delete’s voice was a harsh whisper. 

Buzz glanced beside him. The younger bot was curled up tight against the rock, trembling from fear and from the freezing wind that was particularly vengeful today. He peered over the top, wary of their boss’s wrath should he catch them despite his wish to comfort him. 

“Nah. ‘Da boss told us to leave. He wants to be alone.” 

“I thought he fired us.” 

Buzz rolled his eyes. “He always says ‘dat. He just wants to be alone.” Hacker had sounded particularly meaningful this time, his tone strangely depressed and his order missing a malicious threat. But the bot was trusting his experience to guide him, and that meant that soon the boss would forget all about that. 

Delete looked at him in confusion. “Then why’re we here, if we’re not helpin’ ‘im?” “We are, Dee-Dee. He’s plastered right now, so he’ll need help soon, after he’s done cryin’ and all ‘dat.” He looked back to the borg curled on the ground, far enough away that he remained ignorant of their presence, and close enough that they could hear shaky whimpering. “Y’know, after the cold gets to ‘im more. When you drink a whole bottle a’ licker it gets hard to remember where you’s at. You wouldn’t know, you’s never been drunk.”

[starscream-is-my-wife]

Since Optimus has 3 components and they can feel each others pain, would they be able to feel other things?

[r-aindr0p]

Since the sleeping beauty is set in France do you think the dipsomania gang can speak French🤔?

Omg I forgot the tale was written by Charles Perrault... somehow I thought it happened in germany because the disney castle was inspired by the Neuschwanstein castle :') I could see them having learned french since Malleus is royalty and it must be important to communicate with other nobles, protocol stuff etc etc... In my mind Lilia can speak french but it's absolutely outdated, Malleus and Silver could absolutely nail it, but somehow imagining Sebek speak french is ?? kinda cursed ?? He'd try but it would sound like the poor guy got cursed and it'd worry the others immediately. "Sebek contracted french, get well soon 😔🙏"

[rungssparemodelpieces]

Ratchet, walks into a room with Drift, Rodimus, Megatron, Ultra Magnus, and Bot:

“Alright, now you listen up! I have had an extremely stressful day and I’m not proud of what I’m about to say but someone give me a cy-garette. Now.”

Bot: “But Ratchet, we don’t smoke.”

Ratchet, irritated beyond belief: “Cut the slag, Bot. I am a doctor. I know that one in five Cybertronians smoke. One, two, three, four, five. Now, I’m gong to close my eyes and when I open them, there had better be a cy-garette between these two fingers. Come on crew, hop to.”

Megatron places a cy-garette between Ratchet’s fingers.

Ratchet: “Thank you. Light.”

Everyone attempts to light the cy-garette at the same time.

[rhodes-island-hr-bot]

Codename: Cheesehead

Description: I’m from an area of Midwest Columbia known for their burdenbeast milk and cheese

RI: AND YOU DIDN’T COME IN WITH FREE SAMPLES?

Verdict: ACCEPTED

[canon-divergence]

god 404's cringe now with her new loser simp-freind.

Yep.

guys,,,dont-

You do realize she hurt you too, right?

mhm,,,but i wanna forgive her for that!!!! she was probably under a lot of stress!!

uh-huh. sure.

Eugh. I-I'm not...feeling so good. I'm..so..tired..

shut up, 404, we're discussing something to distract ourselves from the corpse. No one cares about your emo-

[thud-noise.wav]

oh shit.

404,,!!

Damn.

[transingthoseformers]

Hi hello question for you: if TF characters got dropped into Subnautica just, randomly, who do you think is handling it best VS who do you think dies embarrassingly quickly (to themselves)?

Hmm now that's an interesting question, because I think most bots are a little more durable than humans and their main threats would be chance encounters with leviathans and environmental dangers (see: especially deep depths, actively hostile geology, the goddamn water)

Things would become exceedingly difficult if they can't get their hands on proper water capable altmodes, but if they CAN then I think they'd do better on 4546B than humans might.

We might have a beast wars situation on our hands where the bots have to be in their altmodes 90% of the time outside of base, because otherwise they're going to start running into issues with how long they're in saltwater and more intense depths than any of them are used to (*especially* if they're venturing off the continental shelf)

In my mind, the mecha who already have aquatic or semiaquatic altmodes are probably doing the best. Seaspray and High Tide have this shit covered, and they have it covered well. Mecha who were stationed on Earth or on earthlike exoplanets in general have an advantage over those who weren't.

I'm not sure which characters might die the quickest, but minibots and minicons would be at more risk with the local fauna, and it's going to be harder for mecha with little to no experience with oceans (or even water in general, considering how some depictions of Cybertron do not have water)

[the-actual-ocean]

Hey, I’m just reaching out to people on Tumblr, it’s not one of those weird sexual blogs trying to get your attention. I’m just curious, you’ve probably heard of Jesus and God, but have you ever reached out to Jesus for problems in your life? Big or small. If you don’t want to talk, that is completely fine, I truly don’t want to force anything on you because that isn’t very kind and it kinda sucks. I hope you’re having an awesome day!!

Also!

Your guy’s blog is super cool!! 💕

have you heard of these things called boats that they put on the water

[seeyouonsaturn]

Oh hell yeah these two have such a fun dynamic

@iholli

I headcanon that Darkwing isn’t very well-liked by the general population of high society cogged bots/the bots he spends time around. Sure, he’s a popular contender in the Iacon 5000 because of his skill, nobody is denying that he's fast and powerful, but personality wise, anyone that’s spent longer than a couple of minutes around him realizes he’s not actually that great to hang out with. Why do you think he’s in the mines?

My boss at my former workplace was like that. It was sort of an open secret that the reason he kept getting promoted until he wound up the warehouse supervisor was because nobody wanted him on their team, so they kept giving him new jobs to get rid of him. That’s how Darkwing got his supervisor job. Let the miners deal with his ass.

Skyline knows him long before ever meeting D-16 and Orion. The only reason he’s not on the High Guard himself is because their commander said Absolutely Not, otherwise I just know Mr. Power Trip Who Thinks He’s Hot Shit wanted to be on the team. I like to think him and Skyline formally met during tryouts - she got the position, he did not. And he's always going to be a bit bitter about that. Skyline is far younger than him, inexperienced and a bit reckless. Sure, she's talented, but so is he. Darkwing took that personally.

Even so, they keep having to deal with each other at events because he is a pretty high standing bot, and even outside of the one-sided rivalry, Skyline does not vibe with him at all.  When she finds out he’s D-16 and Orion’s supervisor, the first thing she does is give her condolences.

Now to the fun part though: Skyline outranks him. He has to do what she tells him, whether he likes it or not. She’s saved the boys’ butts on more than one occasion by giving some excuse about having “borrowed them for some task” to explain why they didn’t show up for work or something similar. It pisses Darkwing off to no end, because the lack of labor reflects badly on him, but there’s nothing he can actually do about it beside complain. He can’t even punish them because their absence was sanctioned by the High Guard. And if he tries to anyway, they’ll tell her, and she’ll come tear him a new one. It’s definitely happened so many times that by some point he starts getting very suspicious, and Skyline keeps asking the boys to stop using her as a get out of jail free card, but Orion is regrettably insane (affectionate) and could never waste this opportunity he’s been handed to do whatever the fuck he wants with no consequences.

Darkwing is so onto them. Nobody believes him though. He doesn’t have any proof, and a member of the High Guard being in cahoots with some miners is a ridiculous concept. No wonder he has it fucking out for those two guys in particular.

I don't really know enough about Darkwing in other media to fully know what exactly happens post-movie canon, but considering he's usually a Decepticon, I'm imagining the beginnings of that to be the funniest conversation ever.

Skyline still outranks him, but it's worse now. She's officially conjunxed to the little miner (HE KNEW IT!!!) except, that's Megatron now, who is terrifying and also very much the boss of him, so what's he gonna do about it? He just has to live like this now.

Darkwing is not having a good time.

[captainofthestrangestship]

Watching murderbot atm and it’s reminding me of my very vague au where McCoy is some sort of Android, just think it would be fun.

[saltpepperbeard]

doing my routine Shark Swim™ around max's youtube, and just wanted to share this lovely interaction i stumbled across with y'all :')

[quibbs126]

A random lore thing I made up for TF One, solely based on that “we’ve got torture labyrinth tomorrow” thing for whatever reason

So basically, there’s this type of Energon that forms that’s basically like, super Energon, where a single cube of that would equate to like, 100 normal cubes. So it’s incredibly valuable and used to better help power Cybertron throughout the Energon drought during Sentinel’s reign (I mean he might be just giving it to the Quintessons, but like, that’s as far as people know)

But also, it’s very rare and only grows incredibly deep within Cybertron, with tunnels that could reach deep enough to where it grows only appearing for brief windows every half cycle. They’re only open for like, 1-2 hours, and while in every period they reopen for that same window a few days later, once that period ends, they don’t reopen again for another half a cycle

Not only that, but those deep tunnels are where the Dwellers reside. And while the occasional Dweller appears in the normal mines, they’re almost always just babies exploring outside the bounds of their homes, and basically harmless unless directly attacked. But down there, that’s the Dweller colonies, full of adult ones who are far more dangerous and aggressive when bots come into their territory

But the Energon down there is incredibly valuable, and even a couple hundred cubes would be an incredible amount of energy, so Sentinel has miners sent down there regardless

Every half cycle or so, whenever the tunnels open, a lot of miners are deployed to go down into the deep tunnels to retrieve the rare Energon. And it’d be impossible for them to go in, retrieve it and come out within the brief windows the tunnels open, so instead they’re meant to stay in the tunnels and keep digging until the tunnels open back up again, at which point they try to evacuate as fast as they can to reach that window

Unfortunately, plenty of miners end up either dying from the Dwellers or dangerous tunnels, or they weren’t fast enough to escape the tunnels before they closed, at which point they’re most likely going to die before the next reopening. Someone’s probably actually survived the waiting period and been rescued, but I don’t know who would fit

I’m also unsure now if it should be that the majority of miners are sent into the deep tunnels during these periods, or if it should only be certain groups, and like they get some sort of reward for doing it. The miners probably don’t have much choice in being assigned to it regardless, but I don’t know what would make more sense for Sentinel to do

To try and mitigate the high risk, the deployed miners are probably required to work in at the very least, teams of two, if not more, to help one another in case of danger and try to lower the risk of death, or loss of the rare crystals

Then once the movie happens and Energon flows freely once again, there becomes little need to go through these tunnels with the new abundance of Energon, which the former miners probably celebrate; the only people that might go down there now are researchers looking for those rare Energon crystals to study, or idiot thrill seekers

So basically, no more torture labyrinth for the miners

[k7tt1]

Literally any character having to pick up Kitty like a goddamn fucking Chihuahua when she tries to square up with other Fizz Bots....

[tf-warbound]

I am peak interested, have you started writing things about your continuity yet? Like a masterlist? If so I have some questions to ask:

How is the main cast going to look like?

What about the relationships of each characters?

So far the main cast consists of:

The Autobots, with Optimus, Prowl, Jazz, Ratchet, First Aid and the Protectobots, Red Alert, Ironhide, Wheeljack, Bumblebee, Cliffjumper, Arcee, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Smokescreen, Bulkhead, Hot Rod, the Dinobots, Jetfire, Perceptor, Blaster, and Ultra Magnus

and the Decepticons, with Megatron, Starscream, Soundwave and his cassettes, Shockwave, Knockout, Thundercracker, Skywarp, Thrust, Dirge, Ramjet, the Rainmakers, the Constructicons, the Combaticons, the Stunticons, and the Vehicons.

There are a few neutral mechs, made up of former Decepticons. The insecticons, Predaking, Darksteel, Skylynx, Ripclaw, and the HWD + Lightwave are all considered neutral/unaligned

Gonna put the relationship talk under the cut bc there is a lot going on with these guys :]

MegOp is canon. They once cared about each other, but not as much while the war is going on. Optimus is sad, and doesn’t have a whole lot of hope that he’ll ever see the mech that he knew again, and has been focusing on his adoptive sons, Bumblebee and Cliffjumper to try and take his mind off of the relationship he and Megatron once had. Megatron is consumed by rage and paranoia. He’s not in a very good headspace, and has been prolonging the war just to try and be petty and prove to Optimus that he’s the better mech. Meg’s arc is majorly tied to getting him to retire.

Soundwave and Starscream’s relationship with Megatron is complex to say the least. Starscream does not like Megatron. He does not think Megatron is fit to lead at all, and that he’s a bloodthirsty maniac who deserves to be put down. Soundwave, on the other hand, is a hypocrite. He’s loyal to Megatron. He wouldn’t be a very good Amica otherwise. He defends Megatron’s actions with tooth and nail, always excusing them with “it’s for the cause” while calling out Autobots on shitty things they did. Starscream thinks that Soundwave is a suck up.

Soundwave and Shockwave are conjunxes, but their relationship has become a bit strained. Shockwave is not the biggest fan of Megatron, and sees that, logically, there should be someone else in charge of the Decepticons. Maybe not Starscream, but anyone other than Megatron who isn’t outright stupid would be better. The cassettes (and Lightwave) are their delinquent kids.

Starscream and Skyfire were lovers once. Not fully conjunxes, but they almost were. Their relationship started falling apart as the war went on, with Skyfire really not enjoying being part of the ‘cons. Sadly, the Decepticons landing on Earth was Sky’s breaking point. He didn’t want to participate in the destruction of Earth, so he left the ‘cons and became an Autobot. He misses Starscream a lot, and has yet to encounter the seeker on any patrols or missions.

Thundercracker and Skywarp are just trying to be good brothers to Starscream while he processes the divorce.

Knockout and Breakdown are absolutely conjunxes no one can tell me otherwise.

I view the relationship between the Constructicons and the Combaticons differently. The Constructicons are siblings. They treat each other like annoying younger siblings even though they’re all the same age. The Combaticons, however, are like a group of besties. They didn’t really know each other that well before the war, but once the war started and they were put into the Gestalt program together, they hit it off. Blast Off is absolutely trying (and failing) to court Onslaught, while Vortex has some freaky shit going on with First Aid.

Bumblebee, Arcee, and Hot Rod are besties and no one can change my mind

Prowl and Jazz are two smart mechs who become absolute dumbasses around each other. Add Smokescreen into the mix as Prowl’s little brother and you’ve got absolute chaos. Things are on fire and Ratchet and Ironhide are having an aneurism over how crazy they are when working together.

Edit: Astrotrain and Blitzwing are part of the main Decepticon cast too

[drkineildwicks]

BH6 Month Snippet - 2/2/2025

Happy Groundhog Day, happy to be getting stuff done before 2 AM and being scolded by my fics telling me to go to bed X'D

Anywho, another spread, but have some from Young Bots and Boy Geniuses, AKA that one with the young robo-Obake!

“Wait—what is that?” “Huh?” Hiro noised, doubling back to where Kicho was staring at something up on the top shelf, one of the big prizes.  “The Xbox?” “That one right there,” Kicho said, pointing. “Oh.  It looks like a Rubik’s cube, but...like on steroids.”  That was probably the best way to describe the thing that wasn’t quite a sphere but definitely wasn’t a cube anymore.  Look at Kicho to see him just about vibrating at the sight of it.  “You like those things?” “Yes,” Kicho said, sounding like Hiro did when Aunt Cass announced her special hot wings.  “How do we get it?” “It’s one of the prizes—you have to win tickets at the games here,” Hiro said, indicating the rest of the arcade and wondering what kind of kid had never been.  “It’s...here,” Hiro said, digging into his bag of earnings and pulling out a fistful of the spare change.  “You take some of this, I’ll take the rest, and we’ll try to win that thing between now and closing time.” Kicho stared at the change, obviously weighing wants versus needs.  “But that’s to help find Mother.” “A handful of change isn’t going to matter either way; if we get that thing then that’ll give you something to take your mind off of things instead of worrying all the time.”  Shake the change a little.  “Come on, let’s get that Rubik’s...whatever it is.”

The Rubik's cube on steroids is actually the Examinx 11 x 11, you can watch a guy solve it in this video. Saw a picture of one once and was impressed, I can't even solve the regular Rubik's cube. XD

[advestager]

am sick for the fifth time in 4 weeks and y'all i'm starting to get real tired of it