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“You’re in his dms but he’s in my bed taking online quizzes to figure out if either of us have autism”
-Blades talking about Bumblebee probably
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tfanonkink · 6 months
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REQUEST - unrequitted G1 characters/Tfp soundwave; G1 Soundwave/Tfp Soundwave - G1 cartoon & Tfp - unrequitted lust, fantasizing, outsider pov, situational comedy, selfcest technically I guess? I'm not quite sure what to put here
Tfp SW escapes the shadowzone and ends up in the G1 cartoon universe, is found by the deceptions, joins up and works with his alternate universe counterpart, G1 SW. The thing is, by G1 universe standards, Tfp Soundwave is sexy as fuck. In the Everyone Is A Square Universe, a curvy waist makes you supermodel-hot. So the fic would be various cons acting like complete fools around Tfp SW because they're too Horny to function, all while you're reading their inner monolog of complete filth, how hot they find tfp SW, what they would do to SW (or want SW to do to them) if they had the chance.
G1 SW isn't like this tho, (Conscientious of not being a pervert due to being a telepath? Just the robot equivalent of ace? You decide) and throughout the POVs of cons being horny there are little hints of the SWs having a cute slowburn office romance. The final punchline of the fic is when they finally decide to date, and when they do something like walking into the mess hall holding hands, all the cons who were oblivious to the coworkers-to-lovers thing they were doing are like, "What. Wait. NOOOO."
Author's choice on if Tfp SW is aware that everyone finds him hot, how exactly the SW/SW would be slowburn given that G1 SW is a telepath, and whether or not Tfp SW is also a telepath
I think it would be fun if the various horny con POVs focused on a different body part or trait of SWs that they found hot. Like a flier having a kink for his wing arms, someone else really into the visor, but it's a running joke when any of the cons talk about SW that the data cables are the sexiest.
Maybe even some bot POV, something like the first time tfp SW showed up in an energon raid. The twins trying to jet judo the new con flier, and then getting their asses kicked in hand to hand by the new incredibly attractive con flier (former gladiator SW) would be so fun
This ended up being very long and specific, so I don't think it'll be filled, but my brain was consumed with thoughts of Tfp Soundwave being sexy to other transformers universes so I had to write it down somewhere. Sorry if I didn't get the format right
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transformers-mosaic · 3 months
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Transformers: Mosaic #539 - "Dictator"
Originally posted on September 6th, 2010
Story, Art, Letters - Nabeel Mohammed Script - George Lea
deviantART | Seibertron | TFW2005
wada sez: Whoa, check it, our first “aligned continuity” strip! This comedic little strip ties into the War for Cybertron video game, in which we see Megatron sway the Seekers to his side. Starscream started out as the neutral leader of a space station housing Dark Energon. Kaon is traditionally the city-state where the Decepticon movement first takes off.
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black-girl-aesthetic · 11 months
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ultirex · 1 year
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every time i think about the Baby Death Runs in aligned i laugh so hard i’m sorry i just think it’s so fucking funny. “welcome to life you little shit now you gotta get your ass to the surface of the planet But Watch Out!!!”
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the-clumsywitch · 1 year
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I easily align with all of the good things that wish to come to me today.
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picsfortheday · 3 months
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444her · 1 year
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When your significant other matches your energy
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solarisbliss · 1 year
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beach swing
Davenport, CA
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xenahikari-adonis · 1 year
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Do you think Megatronus ever actually moved on from Solus?
And if he has has he learnt to love others?
And what if she saw him like that?
Far more compassionate and caring for others?
And do you think his love for her has actually dwindled out? Like its not the same amount of love he used to give her?
Or has it not changed and seeing him treat others the same way he treats her made her feel jealous?
The way Megatronus acted differently around her made her feel special, and its nice but its just not the same.
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Sideswipe: nuh-uh
Strongarm: fuck you mean nuh-uh
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stormy-caffeine · 4 months
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Androvixenix
Androvixenix is a gender that has genderless, male, androgyne and xeno aligned aspects. These alignments can be simultaneous, fluid, and/or fluctuate in intensity. This may manifest as identifying only partially as male, androgynous and/or xenine genders. This term is intended for those who feel simultaneously connected and disconnected from these alignments, as well as those who have difficulty distinguishing their alignment from their gender.
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Summarized description: A nixic gender that is nixangi, nixvir, and nixenic, simultaneously.
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tfanonkink · 4 months
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FILL - TFP Soundwave/G1 Soundwave - G1 - Fantasizing, Unrequited Lust - post/730358452889829376
Soundwave knows there are more realities beyond the ones they currently inhabit. Space and time are but toys in the servos of Primus, able to be shaped by his will. 
Space bridge technology allows the Decepticons to reach through the space of their own world, but a true breach into another alternate reality has not happened.
Until today, when tinkering with the bridge resulted in the appearance of a sleek, navy blue mech unlike any Soundwave has seen before. Despite his odd form, he is branded by the sharp purple symbol of the Decepticons.
The other mech raises his helm, his smooth faceplate glowing. He speaks with a voice not his own, but stitched-together clips of other voices. “I am - Soundwave.”
The Decepticon’s third-in-command is intrigued by the statement, and his hidden optics survey his dimensional twin. “I am Soundwave,” he repeats. 
Something like amusement flutters through the Other Soundwave’s EM field. Soundwave can sense his thoughts dancing below the surface of his mind, and he shares the same feelings of curiosity towards his counterpart.
Every optic and visor strays towards the Other Soundwave. He is so different, so foreign. A novelty of gorgeous, sharp lines and thin struts among the boxy inhabitants of the Victory. 
He moves with a fluid grace that makes Ravage seem like a blundering oaf in comparison, his pedesteps quiet as falling leaves. The Other is a spy in his home world, with an alternate mode suited for stealthy information gathering. 
The Other cannot read processors as Soundwave can, but is a wonderful observer. He can see how EM fields leap and flare with arousal as he passes by the other mechs. He is regarded as an exotic things, a strange and beautiful creature to be studied from afar.
Little by little, he settles into his role. He is a communications officer, equal to the native Soundwave. They work well together, both mechs of few words. Soundwave catches glimpses of the other world through his counterpart’s memories - the harsh, brutal life of a gladiator in the ring. The awe with which he gazed up at the mech that was to become Megatron, a hulking gray warrior with a burning gaze and jagged dentae.
The other Megatron is held in high regard. Soundwave often feels flickers of affection lighting the Other’s neural pathways when he thinks of the Decepticon leader.
Yet he does not seem in a hurry to return to his old world. The Other lingers among the Decepticons, almost at home.
Soundwave also senses distant memories of the dark, tumultuous place he inhabited before the space bridge brought him to earth, a cold, lonely expanse of darkness. It is a place that the Other Soundwave shuns. 
Frenzy and Rumble find the Other’s strength delightful. His arms are so thin, so light, and yet so very strong. A single swipe of his sharp claws can cut strut-deep furrows into a mech’s chest, gliding through steel as if it were paper.
They both wonder if it would be possible to fit into the Other Soundwave’s chest compartment - he is obviously a cassette carrier, but his format is so very foreign. They want to get closer to him, run their tiny servos over his plating, feel the heat rise from his vents as the touch makes his fans engage. 
The seekers admire the new Soundwave’s arm-wings, how they stretch and fold when he transforms to his alternate mode. It seems to be a jet of some sort, but like nothing anyone has seen on earth or Cybertron.
Starscream wants to run his lips down the thin plane of metal, to smirk against the surface as his own wings twitch higher. He imagines parting his lips, sinking dentae into the sensitive appendage just hard enough to leave a crescent-shaped mark of ownership. 
Skywarp is enamored by the Other Soundwave’s razor sharp talons. He imagines guiding them to his spike, letting the weapons gently curl around his length as he leans against the other. What kind of interfacing equipment did the other have, anyway? Something smooth and pointed and slender, Skywarp imagines. A spike to match the rest of his frame.
Thundercracker wants to wrap his own servos around the Other’s slender waist, pull him close as he sinks into the slick valve. If the Other only talks with recordings, how would his moans and cries sound? Would he be completely silent, or would his voicebox crackle and hiss with static? Perhaps he has recorded some indecent murmuring from his own universe, overheard the deep growls of his leader. How delightful it would be to hear him scream in pleasure with the voice of an alternate Megatron.
The Megatron of this universe is not unaffected by the Other Soundwave. He has noticed long, coiling cables that occasionally slip from some hidden place on his frame and dance over keypads. He does not know what they are for, nor what technology they were created to be compatible with, but he cannot help wondering if they could be used for interfacing. 
It would feel exquisite for one of those cables to slide into Megatron’s valve, pulsing and twitching with charge as the small claws on the end move inside him.
Even Shockwave, when he connects across space-time to communicate with Megatron, is drawn to the newcomer. The cyclops is a lonely mech, and he considers asking the Other Soundwave to travel to Cybertron. 
His optic focuses on the Other’s full-face visor, imagining what features could be hiding below. Narrow red optics, perhaps, above soft lips perfect for wrapping around the end of Shockwave’s gun servo.
Soundwave has no such lust for his dimensional twin. He has… more complex feelings. It’s hard for him to express what he feels, but he knows the Other’s feelings are just as complex. 
The Other often studies Soundwave, EM field tinged with curiosity. He likes to trace the buttons on his pelvis with one talon, never pressing hard enough to leave a mark. The Other’s visor becomes more expressive in Soundwave’s presence, glowing with a softness almost like a smile. 
They press their helms together, sometimes, visor against mouthplate in a sort of kiss. When they do, their sparks thrum in sync for a few beats, and a strange force pulls them together like magnets. 
Perhaps it’s that thing called love. Perhaps it’s some strange, cosmic force that binds the sparks of mechs that share a name. Whatever it is, both Soundwaves bask in it together. 
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dawntrailing · 7 months
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quotecollector14 · 1 year
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A reminder for manifesting generators: rather than try to fit into an existing box or path that cannot possibly capture all of your magic, make it your job to tune into what feels the most exciting right now. follow that. the path for you is the one that feels right in your gut, not the one that makes sense to others. one aligned step at a time is your only job.
Erin Claire Jones
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ultirex · 1 year
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exiles is a comedy
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