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Here's more incorrect qoutes for @keferon mecha Au to fuel everyone's angsty soul.
First Aid: Can you come out?
Blurr: Yeah sure, give me a sec..
Blurr: First Aid, I'm gay
First: *visible twitching* I already know that, come out to the car
Blurr: oh..ok
Blurr: Swerve I'm gay
Swerve who is currently on his alt mode: We are literally dating!
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Prowl; You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you all even get here so fast?
Jazz: Several traffic lights
Swerve: Three counts of resisting arrest, one for each of us
Blurr: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks
Jazz: and that is not our car.
Deadlock who is the car: Hey Prowl
Prowl: what the frag?!
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Rodimus: Isn't it weird that people kill mosquitoes just because they're annoying?
First Aid: Damn, if people did that to each other, Vortex would've killed everyone years ago.
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Someone holding a gun to First Aid's head; what happens if I pull this trigger? Heaven?
First Aid: Bold of you to assume I'll go to heaven.
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Jazz: you know, Prowl, when you generalize, you tell general...lies.
Prowl: ......
Prowl: Are you trying to teach me moral lesson through puns?
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Swerve to Blurr: Would you like to stay for dinner?
Jazz from the kitchen: would you like to stay forever!?!
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Jazz: Wow, this parking is as straight as I am
Swerve first time driving an actual car: I know I should be more focus on the fact you just came out, but HOW FUCKING DARE YOU INSULT MY PARKING
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Swerve: *Sneaking around the facility trying to get to Blurr*
First Aid from the distance who's high on the shit Pharma gaved him: *Watching Swerve phase through a wall* There goes my monthly does of Swerve
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Prowl: Are you crying?
Jazz, try to cut onions: No, it's just the onion, they-
Prowl grabbing the Onion with force: What the frag did you say to Jazz?
The Mech Pilot Au by @keferon has me on a chokehold, so, I'mma procrastinate from writing an actual fic by just writing down incorrect quotes instead-
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Swerve: We’ve found the person who stole your identity and was impersonating you.
Blur: Where were they?
Swerve: Eating cheetos and crying in their car.
Blur, impessed: Damn, they really went for it.
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Jazz: Helpful grammar tip: “farther” is for physical distance, “further” is for methaphorical distance, and “father” is for emotional distance!
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Prowl: I want to be with you for the rest of my life.
Jazz: Damn, that sounds like a marriage proposal.
Prowl, getting down on one knee: That's 'cause it is.
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Blur: Why cant trees give off something important like wifi??
First Aid: So fuck oxygen, I guess.
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Prowl: Vortex isn’t answering my messages.
First Aid: Allow me.
Prowl: I tried 6 times, what makes you thi-
Vortex: *replying to message* Hello.
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*First Aid and Jazz enter a dive bar*
First Aid: Look, I know you’re disappointed but could we at least have a drink.
Jazz, in a scuba diving suit: I would like leave, please.
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Blurr: Here is my wall of inspirational people. Swerve: Is that a picture of you? Blurr: Yes, I am big enough to admit that I am often inspired by myself.
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First Aid: I don’t think we can mansplain, manipulate, or malewife our way out of it this time.
Vortex: *cracks knuckles* Manslaughter it is!
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Vortex: I can’t do this, it’s against my moral compass.
First Aid: YOUR MORAL COMPASS IS A ROULETTE WHEEL!
Vortex: …Your point?
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Jazz: First Aid is restricted to decaf for the rest of this adventure.
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Jazz: I told Swerve to grab snacks for everyone.
Blurr, looking through the options: Why did you grab fruit snacks? Are you five? Who even likes Fruit Snacks?
*Jazz, First Aid, and Swerve raise their hands*
*Vortext from the distance,also raising his hand*
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Jazz: I think we should have glow stick juice injected in our bones when we're born, so if we break our bones, we get a fun little surprise.
Vortex: What's the surprise?
First Aid: Blood poisoning.
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Vortex: The only thing keeping me from running away and hiding from society for the rest of my life is spite. I could disappear forever, but there are some bitches whose downfalls I have yet to witness, and I wanna be around when that happens.
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Swerve: Why would anyone want to harm Blurr?
Vortex: Maybe because they met him?
Heloo.. I decided to draw my kin characters (^ ^*)/ ♥️ the sillies
Lost Light 25 Spoilers
Inktober - Day 1: Dream
Rodimus from the "bad" Lost Light ending dreaming about what could have been.
My mtmte voice headcanons^3^
Thank you!!!!!and be ready my friend, because you are a awesome writer and I definitely can’t wait to ask for a part two of this, but man, I can totally see some, *cough* whirl *cough* trying to get a ride but doing it in the most whirly way.
Hello! I was wondering if I can have a scene where human reader is transformed into a cybertronian by none other than brainstorm. I can see the reader trying out things like drinking energon, seeing what they can transform into, racing, helping bots even more than they could before, and trying to win the heart of a crush. With Rung and any other characters. (P.S I believe there should be more fan fiction of the human changing size or race, I mean; how many geniuses are there in the lost light?)
A/N: Feel free to ask for a continuation when the ask box opens again!
Frankly, they didn’t want to lose you. Some were more likely to admit it than others, but they all felt it the same. They didn’t want to lose their beloved liaison to old age, and thus Brainstorm had been chosen to figure out how to re-format you into a Cybertronian.
After a series of painstaking tests and Rung’s supervision that affirmed you consented to and understood the procedure, Brainstorm went through with it.
Swerve is there to give you your first sip of energon. It was nothing fancy, but everyone wanted to be sure that your first experience wasn’t going to be illness. Your new optics light up after your first drink, and you bounce a little as you chug more down.
Rodimus encourages you to transform, with a pointed look at Rung. Once the medic has cleared it, you try and lo and behold you transform into a hoverboard. No one wants to laugh - everyone except Whirl have the decency to avoid it.
Rung needs a break...
Loves, let's take a moment to remember that Rung was in a state-like coma. And by the power of "I am tired of everyone's scrap," moved just to try to get some peace and quiet because 147 hours, that equals 6 days and 12-15 minutes straight of talking was too much for him... James Roberts, let Rung live!!!
my eyes are half closed my head drops but I couldn't resist an urge
I’ve just discovered my new favorite painter, Vittorio Reggianini - those smarter than myself probably already know of him as an Italian painter from the 1800s who made satin look even satiny-er than satin. I just cannot get over how much he loved painting women who were NOT. HAVING. A. MAN’S. SHIT.
But there was one hottie that everyone seemed to like, and I can’t blame them…
Vittorio knows what the ladies like.