#transformers hc

[dailymothanon]

I like to imagine his horn finial things move 😌 this is a second part to my hc post that Soundwave wears makeup like Frenzy under there 👍 i figure ES Soundwave at the least tends to take things to heart 😌 atleast from what I’ve seen he’s more expressive so I’ll go with that

[anythingneverythingnstuffs]

Prowl making you sign an actual consent contract before you are intimate for the first time. Paper and digital copies.

"Initial here."

"Are you serious?"

"Absolutely. And here-"

-

Prowl also making you verbally consent every time you frag thereafter. He may or may not be keeping those audio files somewhere in his hardware. Or was it his software? You never really knew.

"For the sixth damn time-"

"-no need to curse, y/n-"

"-I hereby consent to Prowl doing literally whatever he wants to me until I very explicitly tell him to stop-"

"-hold on. 'Whatever he wants?' Is that what you said-?"

"-Prowl, stop interrupting me-!"

yeah he doesn't stop

[rosaharazu]

I Think

The reasons Elita-1 isn't in Transformers Prime is;

She passed of course

If she was present, the Deception army are most likely screwed from the beginning and without at least Megatron, they would not dare lay a finger on Optimus or the rest of the autobots. Starscream might be stupid enough to do so.

It can also be the vice versa, that if Elita gets hurt, Optimus will snap and show his true nature.

I love this couple lmao.

[wifetomegatron]

an alchemy of ore & eu de parfum : how i imagine cybertronians react to human perfume (afab!reader) (nsfw!)

most of the lost light crew only knew about it in passing. rumor was that before the war, the wealthy would import organic plants from off-worlds to extract their oils: steam distillation, boiling, maceration. of course, it wasn't very popular when the planet's atmosphere lacked the proper gases. without volatile elements in the air like oxygen, the exotic scents hardly smelled like anything. it didn't stick against their armors the way it clings onto organic skin. so it became a short-lived experiment that barely dented the surface of the planet's long history of achievements. mechs, trying to replicate organic perfume. it sounded ridiculous.

until perceptor caught a whiff of it: phantom light, brushing against his olfactory sensors. he lifted his helm, finally compelled to tear his optics away from the datapad to look at the human liaison. he inhaled experimentally, failing to be discreet. embarrassed, you tell him it's the new bottle of body wash you've tried: a mixture of wild violets and pink hibiscus. do you like it?  he thinks of strange fragile flowers, drifting under the wind. perceptor nearly missed the question, slowly nodding as you leaned closer in worry. it took the mech a lot of self-restraint to not pull you flush against him when the new, alien fragrance hits him square in the chassis like a bullet.

minimus drags his human's wrist across his intake, peppering light kisses along the skin. it was where the sweet, smoky odor was strongest, luring him closer. with you sprawled across his lap: trembling, laughing at the ticklish sensation, minimus couldn't contain the small, helpless groan that escaped him. shamelessly tipping your chin down to press your lips against his. the fragrance of mandarin and jasmine, crowding the space between your bodies.  the scientist hovered above your shoulders, mouthguard grazing the junction where your neck meets your jaw. brainstorm tightened his grip against your wrists, pining it above your head. he wants to melt into you, to drown in the overwhelming scent of amber. tyrax, benzoin; he knows they're just a cluster of chemical reactions coming to life along the curve of your collarbones. bonds breaking and fracturing to release something tangy, saccharine. but you're telling him that bulgarian rose, sandalwood — foreign, outlandish names of floras he'd never heard about before was making you smell celestial ? he was the universe's biggest heathen, but primus, save him. you were wiggling underneath his frame, back flat against the pristine table. he says he wants to run a few experiments, noticing how your pupils respond by widening, skin prickling with excitement. 

he's trying to be gentle, servos encasing your hip to lower you down his spike. megatron watches as you take him, inch by inch. with your back pressed against his chest plate, he could feel the thrum of his spark against the line of your spine as it bows and curves in pleasure. as you spread your legs further to sink further, he rewards you with a kiss — brushing your hair aside to press his intake against the pulse point beneath your ear. and he tastes it, or rather, breathes it in. he didn't need to, but when your sweat mixes itself with the perfume you always wore: bergamot and peony, he inhales and loses himself even more.

the habsuite reeked of sex, and it crowded the air: humid and heavy, whirl's optic nearly offlined at how obscenely wet you were around his spike. already drunk on your pheromones. so when he lifted both your legs higher — up to his shoulders — to fit himself up to the hilt, whirl didn't expect to catch a whiff of your perfume around your ankles. you whined, a high-pitched, desperate sound, when he stopped thrusting to press his enstril against your achilles heel. that was enough for him to snap. he hoisted you up into a mating press, driving into you with a new kind of vigor. 'you did this on purpose', he emphasized by roughly grabbing your ass to push further into your already trembling cunt. causing you to moan into the dark. 'you knew we'd end up here. like this. filthy, little —'

sicilian mandarin and citrus musk. you made a mental note to yourself to wear the combination around your lover more often.

a/n : for @robot-horde because you're brilliant and left a comment on the tags of this post and it just inspired me to make more.

[starscreamers]

megatron will never admit this, but even though he hold a certain.... disdain towards humans, he couldn't help but to collect their books and read their works with the excuse of "trying to understand their perspective." though, there's some truth that in the beginning, he become greatly engrossed in their philosophy and stories as he read more and more of their literature and academic papers. as time went on, megatron gets way too emotionally invested over debates and theories between humans, that he openly order those books through the human web instead of picking it up from the rubbles of war ( as annoying as they are he wanted to support the authors and the publishing company, of course with the excuse that he used to be an author too so he shared their struggle ). so now you got some poor delivery guy shaking in his boots, handing this huge amount of books to this metallic titan in front of the nemesis, as he try his best not to pass out on the spot.

[botmilf]

headcanon: Cybertronians LOVE to be adored by humans. They LOVE when we call them pretty and beautiful and pet their faces and give them lil kisses ok even DECEPTICONS LOVE THAT SHIT.

[h31fd3ad]

Cassette Carriers Headcanons!!!

The relationship between a cassette and a carrier is symbiotic in nature, the carrier acts like a caretaker, making sure they are fed, and well kept. The cassettes in return obey orders from the carrier. Usually assisting in day-to-day life or acting like a service animal.

It takes a lot of time and energy to make a cassette. A bot has to consume a lot of energon to gain mass, they use a portion of that mass to create a cassette, the leftover mass is used to make space for the new cassette (that’s why soundwave is so big)

Cassettes and carriers are connected through their music and can use it as a form of sonar

[weirdlookingreptile]

Thinking about writing a little snib bit about some mechs reacting to the reader bleaching and dyeing their whole head, just being stunned by the long process. Then being obsessed with wanting to touch their hair after all the treatments when it's washed every 5-7 days. They could even try to help with the process.

Yes, I am in fact only thinking about this because I just did a care treatment on my dyed hair and it's so fucking soft rn lol

[baptaincarnacles]

I am feeling silly and want to write my Transformers communication/behavior headcanons.

General communications/behavior:

One of my favorite ideas is that Cybertronians purr (or, perhaps it could be called idling). More often than not, they will purr when they are content or feeling affectionate, and perhaps it has some healing properties, it might help heal their injuries faster. I like to imagine it also warms their systems up as well, so Cybertronians will purr a lot more when they are in colder climates (don’t think about Jetfire).

I feel they��d trill and chirp as well, a nonverbal form of communication that also expresses content and joy (often between Sparklings and Creators, but some use it with close friends and family).

Head-butting. A sign of affection. This is also often expressed with friends and family.

Their engines rev during times when they’re feeling stronger emotions (anger), and how loud the engine revs depends on their alt mode (anyone near the aerials usually have to cover their audios).

[Aerials]:

Aerials, when presented with a threat, will “puff” out their wings. They will raise them, try to make themselves look bigger and more intimidating.

The loved how humans do air shows, sometimes groups of them will get together and imitate them as bonding activities.

They chirp songs, kind of like birds do. And certain chirps are codes.

Their wings move with their emotions (which is canon, I think). When upset, they “puff” out, when they’re fearful/sad, they droop. And they flutter idly/when they’re excited.

Avid shiny things collectors. They give shiny things to other Cybertronians they like.

Aerials will also often raise their Sparklings by themselves with their mates (Conjux Enduras).

[Grounders]:

Grounders are very physically affectionate with one another (especially Wreckers). They constantly wrestle with their friends, throw each other around. While not necessarily accustomed to hugging, most grounders will wrap their arms around companions.

Their younglings are often raised together- where the Sparklings will cuddle together. Most grounders have a herd complex with young, and every bot around keeps an optic out on any of the little ones.

Grounders are harder to read than most bots (unless they have car door wings). Sometimes their physical body language won’t explicitly explain their thoughts and feelings.

But! They do have certain purrs/low growls when they are hurt. Most often, they will sound deeper and more throaty, or guttural, compared to content purring.

(Think of Triple-Changers as being a big mixing lead pot between Aerials and Grounders, sharing or excluding some of the characteristics.)

[Insecticons/bots]:

Insect-based bots are fascinating because they likely have a ‘hive’ mindset. They work simultaneously and focused purely on each other and the environment around them. They are better in pairs than working alone.

They care for their young together (in like- I suppose they’d have external clutches like most insects, so).

A lot of their communication revolves around buzzing and funnily, dancing.

Antennas will often give away how they feel- held high means they are happy, low hanging means they are upset in some way.

Highly sensitive to the pheromone patterns of their hive and other forms of bots.

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I mean, these are just a few, would anyone want to hear about the Dinobots or particular characters?

You can leave questions, but remember, I am a SFW account :)

[dailymothanon]

Prime Soundwave always looked quite like a bat; so I really liked the idea of him just having an area full of like. Servers, (super?) computers and computer related stuff, cables and cords all around to hang off of. But like almost in a cave-like way, him crawling all around (upside down even) the almost maze like place like a bat in a cave or nesting area; presumably with the use of his data cables. Yknow, his own area that basically only he knows how to navigate and use (maybe other than Laserbeak). So this is just him upside down 😌 nothing special yet, I also assume his long arms are helpful for that stuff

[lilyanacreates]

Transformers HC:

in transformers rescue bots academy

(man that's a long name)

do you think ratchet made the cube game so bumblebee would have something to do during the war and then it just became a fun game that most of the kids would play including later on hot shot and his friends

[koorinokujira]

Transformers thoughts that wouldn't leave me alone - Forgotten melodies of eld

I have a bit of a tendency to overthink my favorite media and make strange associations with other things, and Transformers is no different right now. Those robots are spinning in my head like leftover pasta in a microwave. Anyhow, last night I was thinking about Cybertronian music.

(Ramble incoming! Also I might get stuff wrong, I am still fairly new in the fandom, after all. So please, forgive my potential ignorance.)

Now, there usually isn't that much lore on it from what I've seen, which absolutely sucks and I need more. What I've also noticed is that there often seems to be more of a focus on the musical instruments (which I also definitely need more lore on), rather than vocals. And hoo boy do I have thoughts about that specificallly.

Cybertronians have voice boxes, right? And considering their mechanical anatomy, it's pretty safe to say that they can hold on for way longer than our vocal cords. After all, it's not like a computer or its speakers start breaking down after a few hours of music being played continuously. Of course, such a voice box would be more complex, and there are definitely some more unique ways for it to break or damage, but... I generally like to think they are pretty durable when they are used for speech or song. Which brings me to the concept which I decided to call "mechanical elves", or something to that effect.

Now, what does that even mean? It's simple; I was inspired by the portrayal of elven music in various fantasy media, like J. R. R. Tolkien's works. Songs that reach the deepest parts of your soul in an ancient, ellegant language, voices that sing heartwrenching ballads for hours on end about tragedies that happened millennia ago. And I thought... wouldn't that work for Cybertron? Or at least, Cybertron in its beginnings?

You have a race of giant, mechanical beings, many of which have lived for millions of years. And they do love their music, even if we often have no idea what it's like and get only snippets from their culture. You have people like Blaster, who is literally nicknamed "The Voice" in the IDW1 comics and uses his voice to inspire his fellow Autobots, among other things. Just their voice boxes alone have so much potential, and that just makes me feel stuff, honestly.

Why wouldn't they sing for incredible amounts of time without stopping, at least when the times weren't so complicated just yet?

Did the first Cybertronian who ever hummed a melody feel so much joy that he simply kept going and couldn't stop, before excitedly teaching others? When a friendship started to feel more than it already was, did the night start with a passionate serenade sung by a singular voice, which, as the hours went by, turned into a duet full of affectionate words to one another? When a Cybertronian died for the first time, did his brothers sing for his memory, and to survive the sorrow as they had no tears to weep?

Mechanical voices crying out in raw emotion to let the world know they're there, only for others to answer. Languages and dialects no longer spoken, beautifully haunting melodies long forgotten. And as the time went on, the world started to get more and more quiet, before the old compositions finally gave way to the new ones. Perhaps the Titans who yet live still remember a few notes or words once sung.

All that's left of the beginnings now is a requiem doubling as an ode to hope.

Its words?

"'Til all are one."

[wifetomegatron]

imagine leaving lipstick stains all over your cybertronian s/o (suggestive themes) flattering nude, pink, peppered all over skid's face as you pull away from him for air — his grin, lazy and content as he submits to the feel of your lips against his cheek, his jaw, his neck cables.

swerve with both his servos steadying you as you straddle his waist, mouth gently pressed against his. there was a helpless sound that escaped him, a mechanical whine that urged you to leave a daring trail of burgundy all over his shades, chin, and shoulders. the sound of magnus approaching made you scramble off him — and at the sight, the duly appointed officer of the tyrest accord nearly forgot why he was there in the first place.

shameless and preening with pride, rodimus stood above his two hundred crew mates, tilting his cheek slightly to the right to show off the stamp of cherry pink gloss staining the metal — the natural shimmer, bouncing under the lights as he gave one of his speeches. helpless, you can only stand in the back of the crowd to shake your head and ignore the teasing.

megatron with both arms crossed against his chassis, leaning back against the berth, PADD abandoned on his lap as he chooses to watch you by the miniature vanity table instead. you meet his optics in the mirror, dragging the lipstick across your bottom lip — cheery noir, staining your mouth. enraptured, he rises from his spot and makes his way towards you. And when he had both arms wrapped around your waist, you laughed in defeat, knowing that you'd have to reapply the tint all over again now that it had painted almost every corner of his face.

there was a moment of silence as ultra magnus arrived in the med bay, a little bit flustered, considering the static in his voice as he asked what the doctors needed. and immediately, first aid exited the room, laughter echoing down the hallways. the officer shot ratchet a suspicious look, who replied silently by flicking his gaze downwards. a small smirk on his face as he cleared his vocalizer — " did we interrupt something, magnus ?" the mech caught his reflection in one of the mirrors, horrified that you had left a plethora of ruby stains on his armor. a clash of blue and garnet, adorning his waist. and he could feel the atmosphere consume him when he noticed you've left a few across his (interface) panels too.

[star-cream]

I want to convey that Megatron as a father would be one of those dad's that absolutely spoils but has to keep up images in the public so he acts all mean and evil then reads his sparklings transcripts of his battles in a baby talk voice to put them down for recharging like but I'm bad at drawing but like also I have a seperate au where he absolutely is tough and hardens them for battle and is a cold hearted fatherbot bc I like both ideas for an au like this plus who doesn't love a dad who can do both

[yourfavoritecockroach]

Giving transformer characters pjo cabins🔱

Autobots

Optimus Prime - Demeter/cabin 4

Prowl - Athena/cabin 6

Cliffjumper - Ares/cabin 5

Wheeljack - Hephaestus/cabin 9

Ultra Magnus - Artemis hunter

Arcee - Ares/cabin 5

Bumblebee - Apollo/cabin 7

Jazz - Hermes/cabin 11

Ratchet - Athena/cabin 6

Elita One - Hera/Cabin 2

Deceptions

Megatron - Zeus/cabin 1

Starscream - aphrodite/cabin 9 or dionysus/cabin 12 (help can't decide😭)

Soundwave - Hades/cabin 13

Knockout - dionysus/cabin 12

Breakdown - Poseidon/cabin 3

Skywarp - Iris/cabin 14

Thundercracker - Zeus/cabin 1

Shockwave - Athena/cabin 6

Swindle - Hermes/ cabin 11 (love this mf)

[botmilf]

Imagine Seekers wearing something like this on their wings ❤️❤️❤️