If Predaking Is Obsessed With You, It’s Safe To Say That You And Everyone Else Who Has An Obsession

All I can think is that line from httyd 2.

Thinking about how MA Raph would look at Mona, hunched in and turning her head so Raph doesn't look at her scars. He gets closer and she backs away. "I'm not the same as you remember Raphael. I'm-...not as beautiful as you remember ."

Raph would gently touch her jaw to turn her head and look at him, to see the same love and devotion in his eyes all these years later.

"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you."

LOOK MAN YALL ARE TAKING THIS MA MONA LISA PLOTLINE AMD RUNNING WITH IT I LOVE YALL!!

BUT HE WOULD!! Raph slowly regaining flashes of he and Mona’s shared time together and it’s a morbid but warranted curiosity to see just how much she’s changed. How much they’ve both changed. After they get re-established with one another I’d like to think he always rests a gentle hand on Mona’s scarred side. 1, for warmth cause sometimes it twinges when she eats and 2, just because she always ends up leaning against it. Which he cherishes always.

Also the idea that he holds her face often just so he won’t forget her— he does this with his brothers too and Mira 😭

Prime and Protector (TF One Sentinel Prime)

Pairing - Sentinel Prime x F!Prime!Reader

summary - you're the smallest Prime, and the nicest to Sentinel. the two of you develop a close bond as the other Primes treat you like any other Cybertronian because of your size, and you fall for the only bot who still puts you on a pedestal

warnings - slight angst but mostly fluff, neglect from the Primes, a bit suggestive?

a/n - sorry not sorry, i am obsessed with this maniac

Primes were known to be massive beings, significantly taller than most Cybertronians. It was a symbol of their power and prestige, as well as their leadership over the citizens of Cybertron.

However, there was one Prime who wasn't quite as big.

You were the same height as Sentinel, who wasn't even a Prime, and you had a very slender frame. So you looked like any other Cybertronian, which is why the other Primes often treated you like such. They often left you out, "forgetting" to call you to meetings and you wouldn't even know about half of them if it hadn't been for Sentinel.

"My lady."

You were in your berthroom prepping your weapon for your next encounter with the Quintessons, when Sentinel appeared at your door. He knocked politely, giving you a smile he reserved only for you.

You couldn't help but smile back, being very fond of the advisor, "Come in, Sentinel. I assume there's another meeting?"

"Yes", he nodded, stepping into your berthroom for the first time.

He considered this progress in his relationship with you. You were the nicest of all the Primes, the one who treated him the best. He liked you the most, and maybe that was transitioning into something more...romantic. So you letting him into your berthroom gave him some hope that you at least liked him, if not felt for him what he felt for you.

Maybe one day.

You ex-vented heavily, "Okay. I'll be there soon."

He noticed your apprehension, "Is something the matter?"

It wasn't any of his business, but recently you'd grown a lot closer to him as you grew distant from your fellow Primes.

"I grow weary of my brethren," you admitted to him. "I am practically invisible to them; they don't ever see me."

He responded with something so bold he would never have thought of uttering it in your presence had it not been for you allowing him into your private space.

"I see you."

You offered him a small smile, "I know you do, my sweet advisor."

His words had a much bigger impact on you than he realised, and this was the start of the road to becoming his sparkmate. This was the point at which you realised you saw him as more than an advisor, more than a friend. And even though you held a higher status, you didn't feel ashamed about it.

"You must be exhausted, my lady."

You returned from another skirmish with the invaders, feeling exactly that, to see Sentinel standing outside your berthroom with a plate of fresh energon.

You smiled, and your faceplates heated up at how attentive he was, "Thank you, Sentinel. But you were there too, you should also get some rest."

None of the other Primes would have thought to suggest that he rest as well. And that only made him want to care for you more.

"I insist," he moved the plate closer to you. "Once you are replenished, I will take my leave to...rest." He said that hesitantly, because you both knew the other Primes would just put him back to work.

You offered him a tired smile and beckoned him into your berthroom once again, "Then at least share the energon with me. That's far too much for me alone."

Sentinel was stunned by the offer, and also flustered. For the first time, it was you making his faceplates heat up rather than the other way around.

"Are you sure, my lady?"

"Mhm," you nodded, then laughed, "Oh and please, stop calling me 'my lady'. You can use my name, you know."

"But that would be-"

"I insist," you settled on your berth. "You've earned it."

The permission to use your name made him buzz with excitement, but also nervousness. That seemed almost too kind of you, but then again he was alone with you...in your berthroom...sharing a plate of energon with you.

"Sentinel," you laughed again, "Relax. Sit down."

He didn't realise how tense he was, but as he sat down across from you he felt himself relax. You being so casual around him was, surprisingly, putting him at ease.

Sentinel admired you a lot. He often found himself unable to look away from you, the most beautiful femme he had ever laid optics on. But now, in the comfort of your berthroom, looking so relaxed, there was a different kind of beauty about you. A beauty that transcended physical appearance, and that was hard to ignore.

He didn't know how to explain it.

Your faceplates burned when you caught sight of him staring. You were speechless for a moment at the look in his optics. Far more than just respect and admiration, there was something deeper in them. Something far more...intimate.

"Power down with me," you found yourself saying, unable to believe those words yourself.

His optics widened, "My lady-"

"(Name)," you corrected, moving closer to him as if possessed.

"My lady," he insisted, struggling to deny your request to call you by name. "I don't think it would be appropriate-"

"Sentinel, please."

And then you were kissing him.

You had surged forward and closed the distance between you two, smashing your dermas against his. Locking you two in a passionate kiss in that awkward position, both of you with your legs hanging over separate sides of the bed but upper bodies turned to face one another.

You kissed him hungrily, like you were starved.

And Sentinel kissed back.

You could have done this forever, it felt so good. But Sentinel seemed to regain his senses midway, and suddenly pulled away from you. Though he found it extremely difficult to do so.

"Sentinel?" You questioned, confused. "Did I misunderstand..?"

"No, Primus no," he vented, "I'll see you tomorrow, my lady."

He got up quickly and left, leaving you confused and slightly hurt. Feeling just a little bit rejected by the one bot you thought wanted you.

The next day you noticed Sentinel doing his best to avoid you. Unlike before, if you didn't need him he wouldn't be with you. And that hurt even more, because you missed his company and you missed his attentiveness.

You closed yourself off, spending your spare time in your berthroom, thinking of various strategies and tactics - distracting yourself the only way you knew how.

"My lady-"

"What do you want, Sentinel?" You grit your dentae, words coming out cold and harsh.

He flinched at your tone, having never heard you speak to him like that before, "I would like to apologise."

"For what? Avoiding me or leading me on?" You laughed coldly.

"I wasn't-" He paused, then, "I just didn't think the other Primes would approve."

"And what do I care for their approval?" You hissed, "All they've ever done is ignore me, so I don't think they would even notice. Even if they did, my choice of sparkmate is my own."

"I apologise," he answered softly. "I didn't realise."

And just like that, you forgave him. Just like that, your anger and hurt disappeared. You looked up at him, standing awkwardly in the doorway and shuffling his weight nervously. He looked so cute, it was just so hard to stay mad.

"Come here."

He followed your gentle command, approaching you slowly. You stood up from your berth, excited at the idea of having him close again.

"Can I..?"

"Please."

His servos ghosted over your hip plating before grabbing your waist and pulling you forward to rest against him.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this," he admitted, "I want you, (Name) Prime."

"Leave the Prime out," you mumbled bashfully.

He chuckled and stared at you for a moment, "Are you sure?"

You knew he wasn't asking about your name, but you were still certain of your answer, "Yes. I want you too, Sentinel."

That night he spent in your berthroom was intimate, the most intimate and special experience either of you had ever had. Your sparks were laid bare for one another, and you ended up sealing your bond with way more than just a kiss.

Mom and Dad🥺

i wish we got to see more donnie in close combat because that boy was KILLING IT

like YOURE KIDDING?? BRO IS INSANE I LOVE HIM SM

LIKE HES MAINLY ON THE DEFENSIVE BUT BRO USES THE SURROUNDING ELEMENTS AT HIS DISPOSAL. LIKE HE’LL COMBINE HIS AND MIKEYS WEAPONS TOGETHER, HE’LL USE HIS ATTACKERS’ WEAPONS AGAINST THEM AND AHHHHH HES JUST SO COOOLLLL

HE DEFENDS UNTIL THEYVE WORN THEMSELVES OUT AND THEN HE GETS THE CHANCE TO ATTACK LIKE WAHHHHHHH

LIKE BRO PLEASEEEEE I WANT MOREEEE

the dragon guy from rise is named Bruce !!

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First of all, that name sucks. I thought it would be a strong name, like Logan or something. (imo)

Second of all, thanks buddy! *gentle pats head*

Personally, I would NOT struggle against Synth-Energon Ratchet- I want to be stuck to that bot like a koala to a tree.

Am I saying I would make his behavior worse? Yes, I am- cause being constantly pampered on by your version of Ratchet is already a dream come true, but now it’s your Ratchet on SYNTH ENERGON?? Sign me up.

you are so REAL for that, synth-en!ratchet has me barking every time I think about him lmao (which means every day)

And honestly, you either not paying attention to his behavior or even encouraging him to focus on you more fits Ratchet on acid perfectly. It’s literally like you were made for each other, which is something the gilf medic will say very often — especially when he pulls some freaky stunt, and you cheer him on. He’ll act even more like a young god when he throws some freaky line your way, and you respond with something just as unhinged, if not more.

Imagine him getting into a fight solely to impress you, and you acting like his personal cheerleader, shouting his name and hyping him up to kick that bot’s aft. With that kind of support, Ratchet would solo Unicron, lmao.

The only problem is that the rest of the team will get sick of you two very quickly and, for the sake of peace and quiet, will try to separate you. Of course, this will backfire spectacularly because synth-en!Ratchet will absolutely lose his mind if he doesn’t have you constantly by his side.

Finally, my wife I mean my iteration's Donatello. Please squint at his battle shell and pretend you don't see any imperfections I'm too lazy to fine tune it anyway. Softshell Donnie W

hey!! you’ve stepped on some marbles. and now they know you’re here /silly

They also know you are here . Btw juat know now it's you

Baby bee hybrids are chubby and fluffy and dumb! That’s all you need to know, you can imagine them however you like!

Hi so I’m trying to find this c.ai bot creator who said their new user is @k_anikaa but I think a part was cut (phone c.ai user here). Can someone be kind enough to help me find them? It can be through a bot or with their full new user.