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But you missed the best part

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shit fam u is valid

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Oh no that’s the nicest reaction to one of these I’ve ever gotten!!!

Thank you so much ❤️ glad you like it akndjsjjs

Mtmte Megatron and Fort Max with a smol s/o who hums whenever they're doing something absentmindedly? They'll be drawing and just start humming or fixing something and sometimes they don't notice they're doing it?

Hello~! It’s been a while, so hopefully this turns out okay! By smol s/o I interpreted it as a human s/o, lemme know if that’s alright <3

For Megatron’s story, I tried not to make it angsty, but being the absolute garbage can that I am it got there real fast, there is a little PTSD/Comfort that’s tied in there so please take heed with that, plz enjoy!

Timeline: MTMTE Megatron and LL Fort Max

Megatron

There was such a heavy and perturbing nature to silence. The thrumming of machinery –– sentient or otherwise, never seemed to fill the empty and uncomfortable feeling that permeated the air whenever there wasn’t a dire situation to occupy Megatron’s attention. It cruelly sat on his chest, an immense pressure that seemed to constrict his fuel lines and made him painfully aware of the energon pumping through every one of his joints, like an itch deep under his plating.

But silence was unavoidable, and it left him like a clay pigeon, staring right into the face of his past with nothing to shield him from millions of years’ worth of irrepressible and disturbing atrocities of his own design. It ate away at his spark apathetically in his most mundane moments of wordless solitude, little by little.

When you were near, however, the clear images seared into his circuitry seemed to fog over. Your presence was so small physically, but to him, it saturated the room with a warmth that extended beyond the literal. You did these little things that you didn’t even notice yourself; shifting, tapping, releasing deep sighs that he drank in whilst you were none the wiser. You would be concentrating on something, or lounging in his grasp and lazing the day away, and a small song would escape your lips –– barely audible, and he would melt away into it, wanting desperately to press your chest to his audials so he could drown himself in the sound. Your humming, as absentminded as it was, put him at ease like no high-grade could. You were not deaf nor blind to the person he was before the war ended, and yet it was in moments like these that made Megatron feel as though the two of you were without a single fault between you, and that he was deserving of the comfort and vulnerability you had graciously given him despite the things that still haunted him quietly. In you, he had found solace. 

Fort Max

You were working with acute concentration the first time he heard you hum to yourself; it didn’t sound like anything you had enthusiastically shown him earlier from your terran music in slightest, but what had made him tense and turn on his auto-pilot was that it had an almost familiar quality to it, something distant yet incredibly unique in a way that made him want to search his processor for it –– like he had heard it before, but a very long time ago. 

As you continued to quietly carry the tune whilst you sat on the dashboard, you were blissfully oblivious to Fort Max’s eyes resting squarely on your composed face. Unable to think of a source and wanting to avoid frustration over figuring out where he had heard the melody before, Max relaxed into the sound and let it wash over him in silence, zoning out. The vibration of your gentle notes in the air made him feel like he had not a care in the world, like the two of you were without obligations or time constraints, and that perhaps his sole prerogative in life could be to simply thrive from your presence. The thought was such a Primus-send, Max didn’t notice your eyes eventually lock onto his with an inquisitive quirk of your brow.

“Did I get oil on my forehead again? How does that keep happening?” you asked incredulously, chuckling quietly as you wiped at your face with the back of your forearm. 

Fort Max emerged from his daydreaming with a start, quickly disengaging from auto-pilot and shifting the ship into a higher speed, focusing on the route in front of him.

“No no you’re fine,” he grumbles, clearing his capacitor and squeezing the steering equipent. “–Just thinking of a game plan for when we get to Necroworld, that’s all.”

You nod, a small smirk tugging at your lips as you change up the song to something upbeat, ‘Pop’ you had called it.

At this rate, it was beginning to become dangerous that he was hiding his feelings for you.

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Mtmte Megatron and Fort Max with a smol s/o who hums whenever they're doing something absentmindedly? They'll be drawing and just start humming or fixing something and sometimes they don't notice they're doing it?

Hello~! It’s been a while, so hopefully this turns out okay! By smol s/o I interpreted it as a human s/o, lemme know if that’s alright <3

For Megatron’s story, I tried not to make it angsty, but being the absolute garbage can that I am it got there real fast, there is a little PTSD/Comfort that’s tied in there so please take heed with that, plz enjoy!

Timeline: MTMTE Megatron and LL Fort Max

Megatron

There was such a heavy and perturbing nature to silence. The thrumming of machinery –– sentient or otherwise, never seemed to fill the empty and uncomfortable feeling that permeated the air whenever there wasn’t a dire situation to occupy Megatron’s attention. It cruelly sat on his chest, an immense pressure that seemed to constrict his fuel lines and made him painfully aware of the energon pumping through every one of his joints, like an itch deep under his plating.

But silence was unavoidable, and it left him like a clay pigeon, staring right into the face of his past with nothing to shield him from millions of years’ worth of irrepressible and disturbing atrocities of his own design. It ate away at his spark apathetically in his most mundane moments of wordless solitude, little by little.

When you were near, however, the clear images seared into his circuitry seemed to fog over. Your presence was so small physically, but to him, it saturated the room with a warmth that extended beyond the literal. You did these little things that you didn’t even notice yourself; shifting, tapping, releasing deep sighs that he drank in whilst you were none the wiser. You would be concentrating on something, or lounging in his grasp and lazing the day away, and a small song would escape your lips –– barely audible, and he would melt away into it, wanting desperately to press your chest to his audials so he could drown himself in the sound. Your humming, as absentminded as it was, put him at ease like no high-grade could. You were not deaf nor blind to the person he was before the war ended, and yet it was in moments like these that made Megatron feel as though the two of you were without a single fault between you, and that he was deserving of the comfort and vulnerability you had graciously given him despite the things that still haunted him quietly. In you, he had found solace. 

Fort Max

You were working with acute concentration the first time he heard you hum to yourself; it didn’t sound like anything you had enthusiastically shown him earlier from your terran music in slightest, but what had made him tense and turn on his auto-pilot was that it had an almost familiar quality to it, something distant yet incredibly unique in a way that made him want to search his processor for it –– like he had heard it before, but a very long time ago. 

As you continued to quietly carry the tune whilst you sat on the dashboard, you were blissfully oblivious to Fort Max’s eyes resting squarely on your composed face. Unable to think of a source and wanting to avoid frustration over figuring out where he had heard the melody before, Max relaxed into the sound and let it wash over him in silence, zoning out. The vibration of your gentle notes in the air made him feel like he had not a care in the world, like the two of you were without obligations or time constraints, and that perhaps his sole prerogative in life could be to simply thrive from your presence. The thought was such a Primus-send, Max didn’t notice your eyes eventually lock onto his with an inquisitive quirk of your brow.

“Did I get oil on my forehead again? How does that keep happening?” you asked incredulously, chuckling quietly as you wiped at your face with the back of your forearm. 

Fort Max emerged from his daydreaming with a start, quickly disengaging from auto-pilot and shifting the ship into a higher speed, focusing on the route in front of him.

“No no you’re fine,” he grumbles, clearing his capacitor and squeezing the steering equipent. “–Just thinking of a game plan for when we get to Necroworld, that’s all.”

You nod, a small smirk tugging at your lips as you change up the song to something upbeat, ‘Pop’ you had called it.

At this rate, it was beginning to become dangerous that he was hiding his feelings for you.

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Purple, Indigo :)

Thank you ahhh and thanks for still following me though I’m stuck on these headcanons 💕

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See what your followers think of you.

BLACK = I would date you. GREEN = I think you’re cute. BLUE = You are my tumblr crush. GREY = I wish you would notice me. PURPLE = I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog. TEAL = We have a lot in common. YELLOW = I don’t know you at all. ORANGE = I don’t like your blog. BROWN = I don’t like you. PINK = I think you are unattractive. RED = I hate you with a burning passion. WHITE = You scare me. RAINBOW = BED PLZ. SCARLET = You have influenced my decision/thoughts on something. MAROON = You taught me something new. CINNAMON = You’re a really cool person and admire you from afar. PERIWINKLE = You make me laugh MAUVE = You are really talented BLUSH = Seeing you on my dash makes my day a little better. CYAN = We have very little in common THISTLE = I only just started following you INDIGO = I’ve been following you for a long time FUCHSIA = Your blog content is gold COPPER = Your blog content is trash (and I love it) VERMILION = You make me feel passionate HONEYDEW = I want to call you by a nickname LAVENDER = You inspire me CORAL = You’re a meme UMBER = I want to know more about you FORGET-ME-NOT = You remind me of somebody RAZZMATAZZ = I would share my favorite food with you ARSENIC = I don’t know how to describe the way I feel about you WINE = You make me feel kinda funny, like when we used to climb the rope in gym class SAFFRON = I love your ideas TIMBERWOLF = I trust you FALLOW = I want to run through the Northern wilderness barefoot with you PLUM = I’d like to chat with you TANGERINE = I love your aesthetic SAGE = You make me cry CRIMSON = We should collaborate on something! VIRIDIAN = I wanna hang out on your blog CHARTREUSE = You’re my homie BURGUNDY = I get excited when I see posts from you

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im fuckign crying i cant get over soundwaves thicc thot body and that giant robot ass. talk about a party in the back. whys he keep the tapes in his chest when hes got such a big caboose. catch me yelling choo choo at this motherfucker. beeverse knew what i want 

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MY VOCAL CORDS DIED FOR YOUR SYNTHS…

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What a fat schmood

Please, can you draw human Shockwave(normal)

I can but chose not to.

If he’s not a 30f tall purple robot with no face and a laser arm THEN WHAT IS THE POINT. 

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LOVE HIM IF HE IS MADE OF FLESH AND BONE. WHAT AM I SOME KIND OF PERVERT >:U

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It feels like a piece of nostalgia none of us will ever fully get back and I am so incredibly sad that no new TF fans will get to experience his work properly.

Anyone else still trying to piece together what happened?

god, if you’re out there

Please let me hear crashboombanger’s amazing VAs

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Reblog if you are a fic writer who welcomes moodboards, playlists, remixes, art and any other type of gift based on your stories.

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It’s 👏🏽 so 👏🏽 good frick 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

Ouahhhh Rung HR for that teeth prompt plz? ❤️

It took me so long just to end up drawing again. BUT!

I do think it was a success and i tried painting for the first time.

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Wow look it’s my mid-life crisis in one sentence

so do Transformers qualify as robot or alien bc I need to know if I’m a robot fucker also or still just an alien fucker

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You just found out your best friend is your arch nemisis, and yet that makes your crush on them all the more intense.

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All my favourite TF blogs are posting bugs hhhhhhhh

.-.

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Is....

Is that Knockout????

DUDES.

MY SWEET PEOPLE.

DEAR LORD.

THE BOYS ARE HERE.

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Some of you never had to participate in a million year old alien civil war and it really shows