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Tf One -> Earthspark continuity

wanted to reblog again with a snippet of the fic i am writing!!

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Kade stops what he's saying as he enters the kitchen, seeing the wide yellow eyes with sprinkles of red staring right into his soul. “Um, I’ll call you back,” He hangs up the phone after a moment and walks closer to the table, he recognises the small frame, and thanks to the moonlight shining in from the window, sees it’s his youngest brother “Uh… hey, little man.” he says, nervously “hi.” Cody replies simply, holding a can of fizzy pop in his hands “You doing okay?” he sees Cody nod “why you sitting in the dark?” Kade asks slowly, trying to hide any caution or worry in his voice. It didn't seem normal for his brother to just sit in the dark at nearly 3am. He sees small shoulders shrug upwards “Cause it's nice.” Cody replies easily, taking a drink of his juice. Kade watches Cody for a moment, a silent staring contest between the two “Can I sit with you? Do you want the light on?” Kade finally asks, his hand hovering over the light switch “Yes to the company, no to the light. My eyes were hurting earlier.” Kade simply nodded and sat down in the chair across from Cody, the moonlight from the window seemed to be enough of a light source for Kade to be comfortable. But the yellow of his brother's eyes was still unsettling. "Have his eyes always glowed like that?" Kade thinks.

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Onyx Prime Cody au ideas

1. Sigma 17 was sent to griffon rock to find the reincarnation of Onyx Prime and dont realise hes right under their nose until one day in frusteration they list off what theyre looking for to brainstorm and are like "Oh scrap wait we're stupid."

2. Cody draws in misfits and exceptionals. No one knows he's Onyx prime but Optimus has a strong hunch. Everyone around Cody has inclinations towards Onyx-like qualities. The kind and sweet natures of everyone. Heatwave's possible future vision seems similar to Onyx's visions. So when Optimus was like "Yep we can turn onto Dinosaurs" it might have been a test if the beast qualities of Onyx manifested as well. Theyre a fated bunch and destined for much.

Slowly but Also Like All at Once

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7

noah diaz x mirage (cause i love them, your honor)

warnings: none except that it’s a little angsty and noah’s got a lot of feelings and he throws around some f-bombs

just a little angst-to-fluff reunion between the boyz

A static crackling fills the air for a moment.

“Yo, Sonic?”

Noah sighs softly as the incandescent lighting above flickers, carefully setting down his soldering gun before he reaches across the work table to grab the walkie-talkie.

“What’s goin’ on, Tails?”

One of the alley cats that usually hangs outside between the garage and the next building makes a noise that’s halfway between a hiss and a yowl, and when Noah looks over to the open window, his brows arch as he realizes it’s dark out already.

“Any sign of Knuckles?”

Noah frowns, pulling his gaze away from the window and over to the empty spot in the corner of the garage— the spot with the motor oil stain on the ground that Noah can never bring himself to clean up.

Even though it’s definitely high time. It’s been months.

He huffs out a soft breath of air, mentally cycling through the answers that are starting to feel almost programmed by this point.

Kris, he ain’t coming back.

Kris, he’s gone, man.

Kris, stop asking me shit I don’t have the answers to, dude.

Instead he goes with something a little more sensitive.

“Negative.”

Kris sighs loudly over the air and Noah almost smiles. Kris gets increasingly more frustrated the more he asks about it. But every couple of days, without fail, he asks.

And every time he does Noah has to look over at that spot of engine oil on the ground and feel his chest do a weird twisting thing that he really doesn’t like.

“Ma wants to know if you’re coming home for dinner tonight.”

Noah rips his gaze away from the empty corner and glances down at his watch.

Fuck, it’s late.

And he had promised to be there for dinner.

“Yeah, I’ma be there.”

He gets up, gathers the things he doesn’t like to leave in the garage overnight— his more expensive tools and some of the gadgets he’s working on fixing for people— into a cardboard box. He tosses the walkie-talkie into his backpack and throws it over one shoulder before he pulls his keys from one of the drawers and starts heading for the door. He’s almost there when the alley cat outside yowls again.

Noah pauses, the sound reminding him to shut the window before he goes.

He crosses the garage, picking up the pencil he’d forgotten behind on the table as he goes. He shoves the yellow No. 2 pencil between his lips and balances the box in his hands with one hand so he can reach up to shut the window and lock it. He sees a dark little shadow scurrying back and forth down in the alley and rolls his eyes as he turns to head for the exit.

Crazy fuckin’ fur ball.

He steps outside then sets the box down right next to him so he can lock up after himself, still rolling the pencil between his lips and digging his top teeth into the shaft, making little indents as he hums softly— probably some tune he’d heard on the radio earlier.

When the door is locked, he shoves the keys into his pocket and turns, bending slightly at the waist so he can reach down and pick up his cardboard box. Only, he stops short— still kind of bent over— when he’s suddenly swathed in a beam of light and he realizes there’s a car parked not four feet from both him and the garage’s doors. Which is strange because almost everyone in the neighborhood knows Noah’s garage has got those old-fashioned swinging doors instead of the sliding ones.

Noah straightens and shields his eyes from the bright headlights keeping him from being able to see if he can recognize the car.

What kind of fucking dumbass leaves his car parked halfway into the street anyway?

The headlights blink off, almost as quickly as they’d come on, and it takes Noah’s eyes a second to adjust.

Wait…

He knows that car. He knows that silver paint and he knows those blue stripes.

That’s not a car at all.

“Miss me, baby boy?” a sly voice rings out from inside the cabin after a brief crackle of radio static.

Noah’s lips part in surprise and the pencil drops silently to the ground, rolling away a few feet before coming to a slow stop.

“Mirage—” Noah gasps out softly, utterly stunned. “You’re…”

He trails off, not sure what to say.

Last time he’d seen the autobot, Mirage had been deathly silent, still stuck in the form of the suit of armor he’d transformed himself into in order to protect Noah during the battle in Peru.

Now?

Now the cybertronian looks completely restored. Shiny and sleek, sporting a fresh coat of paint and looking exactly like he did the first time they’d met— when Noah had tried to boost him from that garage.

“Here? Back for my boy? The sexiest bot on the block?” Mirage lists off and before Noah can even think to reply, the mech goes on. “Yes to all but especially that last one.”

And Noah, he’s not usually the type of person to give into his emotions so quickly— being ex-military, it was just kind of always ingrained into him to shove emotions aside and focus on the task at hand— but something about seeing Mirage again, hearing the bot speak in that energetic little drawl of his, it does something to Noah.

His chest does that twisting motion again.

But it doesn’t necessarily feel like a bad thing this time around.

“Fuck, man,” the words are exhaled shakily. “I…”

Noah’s not sure why his thighs are suddenly feeling kind of numb or why his knees are threatening to buckle but they must be doing some kind of trembling because Mirage takes note.

“Whoa, hey,” the words ring out clearly from the radio as the mech’s altmode inches forward so the Porsche’s front bumper can steady Noah’s unstable legs. “Didn’t think I’d have you swooning over me this fast.”

Noah is still in a well enough frame of mind that the joke registers and he puffs out a short breathy laugh even as he reaches out to place both hands on the warm surface of Mirage’s hood, to not only help stabilize himself but also to kind of prove to himself that this is real, that it’s really happening.

That Mirage is back.

That Mirage hadn’t just forgotten about him.

That the last time he’d seen Mirage get taken away by Arcee and Bumblebee hadn’t been the last time he’d ever see his friend.

That Optimus Prime’s parting words weren’t true.

“Optimus, please,” Noah begs, completely unashamed, his eyes full of tears as Bumblebee carries Mirage away, followed by a sullen Arcee who keeps glancing over her shoulderpad at Noah. “Please, just let me try, man! I can fix him.”

“I am sorry, Noah,” the gruff leader of the autobots tells him, a new sympathy that hadn’t been there in any previous words spoken between them present in the tone of his voice. “But Mirage is in a state you cannot help him out of.”

“I can try!” Noah argues, stomping his foot like a child as the speed of his beating heart continually increases the further Mirage is carried away from him— it kind of feels like the organ is trying to rip itself out of his chest, almost as if he’s going to have a panic attack. “Man, please—! Please, let me help him. I… I owe him that much.”

“You have my gratitude for all you have done to aid us, Noah,” Optimus tells him with an air of finality that clearly means none of this was ever up for any debate. “Primus willing, we will not meet again.”

Noah shakes his head violently, wishing he could physically beat the memory away with a baseball bat.

Mirage’s radio emits a quiet, inquisitive whizzing sound.

Noah’s entire body shudders in response.

“Shit, I missed you, man,” he confesses finally, as Mirage’s engine purrs underneath the palms of his hands. “I thought… fuck.”

He’d thought he wasn’t ever going to see Mirage again.

He’d thought Mirage was dead.

He’d thought…

The Porsche’s driver-side door swings open with a soft click.

“Wanna ride?”

Noah honestly doesn’t think he’ll ever say no to that question.

this is the best thing i have ever seen and i need more of this in my life.

if i wanted to write a short story, would you be mad?

Onyx Prime Cody au ideas

1. Sigma 17 was sent to griffon rock to find the reincarnation of Onyx Prime and dont realise hes right under their nose until one day in frusteration they list off what theyre looking for to brainstorm and are like "Oh scrap wait we're stupid."

2. Cody draws in misfits and exceptionals. No one knows he's Onyx prime but Optimus has a strong hunch. Everyone around Cody has inclinations towards Onyx-like qualities. The kind and sweet natures of everyone. Heatwave's possible future vision seems similar to Onyx's visions. So when Optimus was like "Yep we can turn onto Dinosaurs" it might have been a test if the beast qualities of Onyx manifested as well. Theyre a fated bunch and destined for much.

supes thinking "i want those thighs around my neck"

and its in the "sexy time way" AND the "if i die i die" way

literally going insane

this is absolutely a gold mine

I’m on the second episode of My Adventures With Superman and I KNOW I know, this deserves to be Clark’s show, BUT HEAR ME OUT A SECOND.

Imagine the Waynes didn’t die and Thomas is trying DESPERATELY to buy the Daily Planet from White, but to absolutely no avail.

“For the last time, Wayne, you can have this company when the Gotham Knights win a Stanley Cup.”

“Y’all cheated last year and you KNOW it, White! Come on! We knew each other for 20 years—“

“Not true.”

“You gotta have ONE nice thing to say about me! You saw my charity records? My trip to the Amazon? I found a goddam dinosaur, for Pete’s sake!”

“And you sent it to the Gotham museum.”

“…Well yeah, it looked real pretty.”

“Look, Wayne. I can either give your ego the stroke of the century, or keep Lane and those two idiot interns in check, but I can’t do both. Now get out of here, or—“

Clark clearing his throat, holding two cups of coffee in his comically large hands, “Uh, the coffee machine broke, so I had to run to the store. Is this a bad time?”

Thomas whistling, because what the FUCK. “Christ, boy, how tall are you? How tall is he, White? You a security guard? You WANNA be a security guard?”

“Uh, Clark Kent. Idiot intern,” Clark introduced himself politely despite Perry’s grumbling.

Needless to say, Thomas Wayne is…Intimidating.

“I’ve heard about your research on metahuman physics, Mr. Wayne. It’s brilliant.”

“Oh, that? That was all my boy, really. He’s got all these ideas about reinventing the healthcare system for everybody or something like that. Hell, he wants to invent some bandaids for that Superman fella. “

“That,” Clark blinked, “Actually sounds amazing.”

“Right?. The other day he came to me like, ‘Can I have 30,000 for a research expedition?’ You should’ve seen him in his little lab coat, — cutest thing. Hold on, I have pictures.”

Clark expected a particularly eccentric 10 year not, not a — gorgeous— adult man in what looked to be a great amount of eyeliner and one hell of a scowl. “He’s…” gorgeous, “He seems interesting.”

“Ain’t he? You should meet him sometime. Hates talking to the press, but, I’m sure we can arrange something. “

“Good luck with that. I tried interviewing the kid alone for 10 minutes and Mr. Wayne here kept getting in the way. Probably because he has something to hide.”

“Bruce ain’t really made for the camera, so I had to step in, ya know how it is. He ain’t really the independent kind.” Thomas shrugs. “I know, I know, — you gotta leave em to fly sometimes, and while I bet he’d look cute tryin’,”

Thomas chuckles, but it doesn’t sound amusing. At all. “No bird leaves MY nest.”

—

Clark finds out why Perry can’t prove Thomas Wayne is Batman. It’s because he’s wrong. He’s listened to Batman’s heartbeat before. And Thomas doesn’t stutter.

Bruce Wayne does, thought.

yes i like shipping

and i specifically like tiny nerds and their giant green boyfriends. i will physically fight you on this

there's just something special about giant robots having tiny partners that has my heart in a chokehold

Suddenly want to show a Boulder x Graham commission I recently got from @/Eronposts on Twitter!

It’s just so cute and melts my heart aaaaaaa.

Especially this little segment.:

(The cheek squish and blushes really does it for me.)

Bonus: Also got them as ‘Scrunkle Minis’.:

Edit:

Turns out Eron has a Tumblr!

(@eron-transformers)

i love this so much and i would love to see more when your able

👀👀

Random ass fancomic I started that I will for sure continue

Commisions! or something..?

Hello everyone who see's this! i am a writer who really wants to write stuff!

if you have anything you wanna see written, i am taking commissions!

well, more like requests, since i'm not taking money (yet, maybe in the future when I'm more confident)

Ohhh I LLOVE Rescuebots! And you put ChiefChase XD

Maybe Charlie desiding its time to bite the bullet and tell his kids that he and Chase are Partners in more than just work. He is surprised they all just accept it with at least one saying 'dad we figured it out like weeks ago and have just been waiting for you to come out'

the way i just screamed at this because i have been having this exact thought for AGES

get ready for some Charlie thinking he's been sneaky this whole time only for his kids to go "oh really?" with such sarcasm XD

also i love how my second request was rescue bots!