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tiessunnyskies · 1 year
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Human Ratchet sketch that I'm putting here cause I will get destroyed by my peers anywhere else
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drew my goddad docbot for fathers day x]
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botmilf · 1 month
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tfp Ratchet headcanon.
18+ below the cut minors dni!!
ratchet is a pussy eating GOD.
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((I have been watching TFP in Español and chatarra (scrap) is just so powerful))
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eldritchships · 1 year
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🌼👥 with Earthspark!Flatline and Starheart? (ES!Starheart was a Decepticon who was mentored by Starscream and is now a rogue who tries to tamper with GHOST tech and help other cons, she also is mentoring Hashtag!)
Absolutely!!
What does your s/i like about mine?
I think Flatline respects what Starheart is doing r.e. helping other Cons. Flatline is in a situation where he can’t really question GHOST, for fear of losing the privileges he has, so seeing someone mess with them does make him smile. It’s a noble thing for a Decepticon to do. Starheart also happens to look cool and (if I remember correctly) be a capable fighter, which are traits Flatline admires; Primus knows he wouldn’t last long in a fight on his own, so props to Star for being someone who can. Also, it’s good to know there’s a Cybertronian on Earth who isn’t in prison or in servitude.
Would they be friends/enemies? How well do they trust each other? How do you think the dynamic would be?
Flatline and Starheart could definitely be allies, if not friends. He would be a bit apprehensive at first, because he doesn’t want to jeopardise his freedom, but he’s fine to keep things civil as long as Star does the same. “Don’t mess with what I’ve got going, and I won’t mess with what you’ve got going.” sort of agreement. He absolutely will not reveal Starheart’s location (or even existence - regardless of whether GHOST knows she’s behind the tampering or not, he’s playing innocent), and if Star ever needs medical attention, she now knows a doctor living out in the woods. Depending on whether the mentoring happened before or after the end of the war, I think Flatline wouldn’t bring up Starscream, because either Star doesn’t know Starscream’s currently imprisoned, or she does know and it’d be a sensitive subject. That’s probably one thing that causes Flatline to give Starheart an off look when he thinks she isn’t looking.
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sephirajo · 2 years
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As much as I’m loving Stray I really dislike the All the Humans are Dead because They Lived in One Place and All Died Dyingly trope it’s falling in to. I’ve seen this before and like... you’re not going to shove all of humanity in one city you based off of the Walled City, guys.  There’s always people outside those walls.  That’s a tale as old as time.
Everybody’s Dead Dave to me as always been one of the cheaper story telling moves, even knowing that one day that will be the case I’m pretty sure it won’t happen as presented here.
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bellshazes · 2 years
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discovering things today
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lost-on-kamino · 2 years
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That feeling where you want to make another oc but don't want to cause more chaos.
Cons: Another mouth to feed
Pros: Its fun and I know this character a lot more
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botm77 · 2 years
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Have you made any changes to docbot since you started this? (I don't know coding very well (at all) so this may be a dumb dumb ask)
this is not a dumb ask! botm77's content is produced via the absolutely ancient markov chain generator contained in the spreadsheet in his pinned post, which I have used for various bot_ebooks projects since 2014. unfortunately this means all his "tweets" are capped at 140 characters (the old limit), and I've made futile attempts to adjust the script without any luck. whenever I feel like it or I see Doc tweeted new words I want in the corpus, I run a new TAGS pull (info in spreadsheet) and filter out RTs and uninteresting replies.
(incidentally, this is why he used to post a lot more about nuclear waste - before I cleaned up the source material, doc arguing about nuclear power plants accounted for 1-5% easily of the tweets I could pull. this tendency has been eliminated through trial and error.)
a very small number of posts were created using some markov chain generators I found on the web as an experiment, but not many and I wasn't happy with the results vs. the spreadsheet.
my dream, since tumblr is unfriendly to automation and I have to queue everything manually, is to get a more advanced AI program such as textgenrnnn going. unfortunately, the google collab doc I have for textgen is no longer functional and i am too busy to learn enough python to troubleshoot. markov chains are good for simple ebooks, but since this one has an outdated character limit and also the corpus is not friendly to longer string, the quality of outputs are limited in terms of novelty if nothing else; you see a lot of structures like "just got this is insane" where you can clearly see the two logical strings that got stitched together by the algorithm; I also curate out a lot of the repeated phrases that become less interesting when they're used over and over by the generator.
in the future, significant changes to the code I use for posts will probably be at least updated in the pinned post here! but I am also capricious and extremely lazy, so do not hold your breath.
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sugaronherlipz · 25 days
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Robot polycule where I am their whore until I catch feels and suddenly it's not just about getting fucked stupid. It's about genuinely caring for each other and crying a lot because you feel safe and loved and supported properly instead of just feeling like you're falling back on nothing.
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blitzy-blitzwing · 1 year
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Good ol' Docbot wouldn't let that happen.
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prokopetz · 1 year
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"Do you have to wear the suit at the table?"
"What's wrong with it?"
"You mean apart from the fact that it smells like boiled piss?"
"That's hurtful."
"The question stands."
"Okay, you know how the life support system is equipped to support the wearer's respiration and circulation in emergencies?"
"I do."
"Well, I got pretty shot up out there last mission."
"You mean–"
"My armour is currently performing 80% of my biological functions."
"Jesus."
"I'm flattered, but I don't think I qualify – I was only clinically dead."
"I meant–"
"I know what you meant."
"So what are you going to do?"
"Docbot says I can take it off without dying again in six to eight weeks."
"Well, I guess that's our breakfast plans shot."
"What do you mean?"
"You can't exactly eat bacon and eggs without taking your helmet off, can you?"
"I can't, no, but the suit can."
"It can?"
"You, uh, might want to look away for this part."
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botmilf · 3 months
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FANCY DOCBOT IS ALL FINISHED AND WILL BE GOING UP ON REDBUBBLE SOON! HOORAY!
Optimus next. I'm hoping to make one for everyone on Team Prime and then some MTMTE later.
Might even make a bonus one for Botmom too if I have the drive.
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in1-nutshell · 6 months
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Human Buddy having hiccups and Tailgate hearing it for the first time
SFW, platonic, Human reader
MTMTE
It honestly surprised Buddy that they didn’t get hiccups for the longest time while on board the Lost Light. Almost assumed they would be gone since they were up in space so often. But it turns out it just had been a long time since Buddy had to chug something down fast in a long time.
They were dared by Whirl, of course, to drink 2 of their water bottles as fast as they could.
“C’mon Fleshy! You can do it faster! Chug! Chug! Chug!”--Whirl
Tailgate wanted to watch while he waited for Cyclonus to come back with their drinks. When Buddy finishes Whirl pretends to be mad and goes to look for another water bottle for them to chug.
Then it happens.
The hiccups.
Oh, Buddy forgot how much of a pain in the posterior they were.
Tailgate thinks they just squeaked. Buddy is trying to explain that that’s not what is happening but keeps getting interrupted by their hiccups.
hiccup!
“Oh wow! What was that! That sounded so cute! Do all humans make that noise?!”--Tailgate
Tailgate thinks it’s plain cute until he is seeing how frustrated Buddy is getting and how fast some of the squeaks are getting.
His mind immediately goes to the worst. What if Buddy was warning him that they were in trouble and all he was doing was laughing?!
“Hold on Buddy! I’ll save you! To the medbay!”--Tailgate
Is on the verge of a panic attack when he scoops Buddy up in his arms and sprints towards the medbay. Cyclonus to nearly drops the drinks and run under Whirls legs as he is getting a create of water bottles and juices to the table.
“Tailgate?”--Cyclonus
“Where is Panic Button and Fleshy going?”--Whirl
Buddy is trying to calm Tailgate down, but it is getting a little hard to breathe when you are heading somewhere fast on a fast hoverboard. Tailgate now hears wheezing and starts panicking more.
Nearly tears the hinges off the medbay asking someone to fix Buddy.
“Help! Buddy’s dying!”--Tailgate
Ratchet turns to a rather frazzled looking Buddy and asks what happened. Buddy who is woozy from the entire trip only manages to hiccup before going limp in Tailgates servos. Tailgates little spark can’t take it and faints on the spot.
Ratchet has to quickly get Buddy out of Tailgates servos before any damage is done. Cyclonus and Whirl turn up and are just wondering what is happening.
“Hey Docbot, any idea what’s going on with Tailgate and Buddy?” -- Whirl
“A lot of things on top of misunderstandings.”--Ratchet
“Are they both okay?”--Cyclonus
“Yes, they both are perfectly fine.”--Ratchet
“… Hey fleshy, what is chug again?”--Whirl
Ratchet just wants a break.
It’s going to be a pain to explain when both wake up.
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ikkosu · 5 days
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prowl,,,,tfp au is eating me up. I feel like, even though they're probably on the same wavelength, Ultra Magnus and Prowl will not get along, at all. Bee,Smokey — even, worse. Arcee? I think she hates him 💀. He's the type to tell her to think logically when your partners on the ditch with their guts out. Ratchet, uh, let's see...I think prowl would respect ratchet and vice versa. Docbots still a little wary of prowl though....hngg I will brainrot more tommorow after I die
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cyberrose2001 · 11 months
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I saw the a-z nsfw headcanon, and I wanted to request ratchet with a breeding kink because because he's kinks on k, nothing rough I just thought of the reader and him having a wholesome slow steamy relaxing interface, you choose if you want the reader to be human , and the gender!
TFP Ratchet x human!fem!reader
"I suppose your interfacing array is… thoroughly prepped by now." Ratchet vents against your lips in a low whisper, "In human terms, you're absolutely dripping wet."
Thoroughly enjoyed this one, have fun being bred by docbot! <3
Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, human reader.
Word count: 1272
It's becoming increasingly infrequent to have one-on-one time with your boyfriend, to become an entanglement of flesh and living metal. A living, breathing knot that the both of you don't wish to unravel from any time soon. You relish his soft breaths on the nape of your neck, one servo gripping your tiny hands above your head as Ratchet grinds his throbbing spike against your pulsing wet folds. He drags the entirety of his length down through them like waves of the ocean, gently rolling back into the sea, only to drive the wave back up to meet your sensitive clit.
The tide is turning, and you can feel it pulsing through your bones. The ridges under your lovers' spike play like a musical instrument with your nerves, sending jolts of electricity through you as Ratchet presses a firm kiss to your bruised lips. He coaxes his glossa inside to tangle with your tongue, breathing life into your trembling form.
Ratchet brings an unoccupied servo down from your shoulder, small touches that eventually find one of your warm and plump breasts. Aside from your aching womb, this is the part of you he relishes the most. Their softness rivals anything he has ever touched. He gently cups and kneads them, getting high on the feeling of your flesh moulding around his callous servo.
He parts his dermas from yours with an audible wet click leaving behind a trail of your saliva. Ratchet licks it up eagerly, the tip of his glossa tracing your lips. Then, moving your head to the side, Ratchet presses soft kisses down your neck, trailing to the breast he held in his servo. The slow thrusts of his hips against your clit never ceased but increased as he slipped a nipple into his intake, making you arch your back into his helm.
"R-Ratchet…" You mewl as he swirls his glossa around your now perky nipple, moaning out as he flicks it with his glossa inside his intake, "I need… please."
The old bot moans against your nipple and then lifts his helm just enough to drag it through his dentas gently, the sensation making you squirm. His half-lidded sultry optics meet yours as he presses firm kisses around your breasts, leaving love bites and marks that would surely bruise.
"Need what…" Ratchet muffles his voice into your skin, pressing another kiss to your tormented nipple, "Tell me."
"Your spike… fuck," You bury the side of your head into the berth as the rocking of his cock hits your clit just right that you are sure you will be brought to orgasm before Ratchet even has the chance to breed you.
Ratchet gives you a low chuckle that reverbs throughout his body into yours. It feels warm, comforting, and primus; his laugh is the hottest thing on this planet. He trails his kisses to your mouth to steal another passionate kiss, pressing his helm onto your forehead.
"I suppose your interfacing array is… thoroughly prepped by now." Ratchet vents against your lips in a low whisper, "In human terms, you're absolutely dripping wet."
With both of your bodies flush against each other, the heavy weight of your mech pressed against your own in a delightfully sinful way, he brings a servo down to his spike and pushes the tip in. Your bull is so gentle with your pussy, lust-filled optics searching your eyes as he looks for any sign of discomfort because the last thing he would ever want to do is to hurt you.
You whimper in pleasure and bite your lip, drawing blood as Ratchet eases the entire length of his spike inside you. Then, repositioning his trembling arms to the sides of your head, he gently kisses your temple in reassurance.
"Shhh, it's alright." Ratchet mumbles, the tip of his spike pressing against your cervix, "Docbot's gonna make you feel good."
The tide has officially rolled in as Ratchet withdraws his throbbing spike and begins feverishly thrusting into your quivering heat. With your arms now free, you reach for purchase on his shoulder plating as the tide turns into a tsunami. Each thrust of his hips fills you up so wonderfully. You miss this feeling and lack of free time with your bull and the bulging sensation of his spike inside your tummy.
"Ratty… mmmhhm." You moan, pulling his helm down for another kiss as the crashing of his hips against yours continues to relish in your heat. You bring a shaky hand down to the bottom of your stomach where your womb would be, feeling his spike pump into you through your stomach, "So good… you're so good to me."
"Mhmm, anything for you, my dearest." Ratchet pants after pulling away from the kiss. He brings a servo down from the side of your head and presses it against the hand that rests above your womb, making you moan at the added pressure.
"Do you… feel that, hm?" He moans out and speeds up his pace, the sounds of your arousal that dripped onto his hip plating create the lewdest sound your ears have ever had the pleasure of hearing, "You like the feeling of my big spike filling up a tiny human like you?"
You let out another cry of euphoria as Ratchet presses his servo against your hand more. His spike is grinding against your G-spot so deliciously, and both hands' added pressure sends you closer and closer to your release. You wrap your legs around his hips to edge yourself closer to the cliff, making Ratchet growl against the nape of your neck.
"You're close, aren't you, sweetspark?" Ratchet kisses your collarbone. The heat of his feverish vents sends shivers down your spine, "Want me to fill you up an' make you nice and round, full of my sparklings?"
He punctuates his dirty words by giving you an arduous thrust of his hips. If that wasn't enough to send you off the edge, he then brings the thumb of the servo pressed against your hand to your clit, strumming your bundle of nerves with haste.
"Fuck yes!" Your mouth falls open as he pounds into your pussy and circles his thumb around your clit. Your brain turns to mush as you're hit by the tidal wave, clenching around his spike so hard that the sound that Ratchet makes could belong on a porn video.
"F-Frag… so tight." Ratchet stutters as he sends one last piston of his hips before spilling himself inside you. It coats every inch of your soft walls until it seeps out the side and falls onto the drenched berth below. It glistens and coats the inside of your thighs, where Ratchet's hips connect with yours, "Primus."
His trembling form gives out, collapsing onto your sweat-covered body. The beautiful ambience of the afterglow settles around the room, and it feels full of life, akin to your now full pussy. However, he has no intentions of pulling out and wasting the precious trans fluid, ensuring that your aching womb is full of life-giving material.
You whine and mewl from underneath him, pulling him as close as your weak body can and keeping your legs wrapped around his hips, "Full…"
Ratchet softly chuckles, feeling your bulging stomach against his abdominal plating. He wraps his servos underneath your form, then presses another kiss to your lips to muffle your little whimpers. Then, pulling away, he presses a chaste kiss to the corner of your lips, "You certainly are."
You both remain tangled in a sweet embrace until the sun rises above the horizon, where your old medic will breed you once again.
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