optical confusions

anonymous asked:

Tailgate, Swerve, Brainstorm, and Rodimus' reaction to seeing their human S/o take out their contacts?


  • You’re just taking out your contacts when you hear the sound of screeching static.
  • You look over and Tailgate is in Panic Mode, not even able to form words.
  • Is… is he crying? 
  • Once you explain to him what contacts are he calms down. He still seems a little grossed out when you mess with them in front of him, though.


  • Does a double take.
  • It freaks him out for a split second before he remembers that, oh yea, contacts are a thing. 
  • He tells you that you scared him, and also how in that one show this guy lost his contacts and…
  • Of course he wants to see you with glasses on. You look so cute!


  • Tilts his head, a bit confused. 
  • Optic covers? He can improve those for you, y’know. “My eyes or the contacts?” “Either. Both.”
  • He asks you to put on your glasses so he can see how you look in them. Probably like a nerd.
  • Probably like a super adorable nerd oh no you’re hot!!! Brainstorm is Flustered.


  • WTF???? “RATCHET HELP!!”
  • He’s freaked until you explain what’s up. Then he just thinks it’s kinda gross. 
  • He waves his servo in your face and messes with you. How many digits is he holding up? Rodimus, stop being a jerk.
  • “Hey, do that weird contact thingie in front of Drift, it’ll totally freak him out!”
In Debt


It’d been a bit over three days since the paratrooper’s ‘rescue’. Every time his frame panicked and tried to reboot within that time frame, the pain lured Crosshairs back into a quick shut down.

Now that he wasn’t being prodded awake to try and keep him delirious, his systems where all too happy to keep him in shut down until the pain eased. Until he began to be able to think a bit more clearly.

Groggily, optics blink open. Confusion overwriting everything. Jolting up and jarring a still sore frame— particularly his left arm.

Still not functioning. Great. Everything caught up to him within that moment. Right servo flying to his left leg.

“Th’ fuck…” So that one was fixed. Joints creaking as the mech tried it out. Wincing lowly.

Crosshairs slowly shifted, properly looking around now. He remembered being saved by Tarn… remembered what he did to the humans.

Remembered that Tarn claimed he owed him… Was it Tarn that fixed him? His doing, directly or indirectly?

His right servo trailed along the damage to his left arm. Checking the damage by feel. Hopeful maybe it’s something simple enough he could fix on his own. But his first order of business was figuring out where he was.

macaddams  asked:

you're mine o/

Send “You’re Mine” for my muse’s reaction to yours being possessive of them. | @macaddams

HOT ROD blinked owlishly at Blurr, confused, optics focusing && unfocusing at the other; trying to make sense of his words. Hot Rod was his? What could that possibly mean? He gave himself a few moments before he beamed brightly && nodded earnestly, wrapping an arm around Blurr’s shoulders.

“Oh! Oui!
I am yours!
We are each
other’s friends,
right? So silly,
you did not need
to tell me that. I KNOW
that I am alllll yours!”

anonymous asked:

Wjat do u think of the shootin star meme?

“Shooting star?”

Give him a moment, as he accesses the datanet to look this up, because it isn’t familiar and has yet to be mentioned before.


Now, he’ll stare at the screen with optics scrunched slightly, obviously confused.

“Is there a point to it? I do not understand…”

Interdimensional Comms

// @frxgileanxiety​ Liked for a starter. \

The gun he had wasn’t exactly up to standard grade Citadel material, but it’ll have to do for the situation. He wished the lack of supplies back at their camp wasn’t so prominent or pronounced with the lack of proper food for the flesh and blood men on the squad.

His Morty was at his side, optics wide and confused on how this would help him learn how Hitler’s rein was bad enough for the American’s to join the war and tip the scales for Hilter to lose. “Um, Rick, how does this help me with World War II homework again?”

Rick sighed as he burst open a weak wooden door with his left foot, he looked inside and backed out empty-handed. He turned to his Morty, “Because a lot of Morty’s brains are ‘specially’ designed for action. Your not going to remember anything about that war without being in a war.”

Morty looked down when Rick poked at his pride and looked even more down when the smoggy rain of this dystopian future world started hard right above them. He wasn’t scared, Rick’s always prepared and this world barely had enough energy to run basic appliances like stoves, tv’s for monitoring, oil, and weaponry. Rick had two portal guns so – .

Suddenly Rick’s interdimensional comm link hummed lowly are they cocked their guns nervously. Rick checked the caller ID and let out the oxygen he was stalling.

He picked it up, “Listen, I know technically this is a good time for you to call, just in case things go south and we need immediate evac. But we’re literally on a battlefield, right now.”

Black Belt Beauty (Isaac Lahey Imagine Pt. 2)

part 1

Few days have passed since I rejected Derek’s offer and it seemed like he got the message, Erika and Boyd wouldn’t come near my personal space and the bizarre incidents seemed to stop completely.

I knew there was something fishy.

“alright class, before you leave I want to give you the result of the exams you did last week, so please stay seated” the teacher asked as she started passing the tests to us all.

“great job Y/N, the only perfect grade in class” the teacher said quietly as she placed the test before me.

I smiled up at her, “thank you”.

100%. I smiled so big. To think I used to suck at Physics.

“alright class, dismiss” the teacher said.

The class emptied pretty quickly, but I took my time, I pushed the notebooks into my backpack and checked some messages. Nothing serious.

“Isaac, it’s the second exam you’re failing” I could hear the teacher say to the tall guy standing before her table, “if you want to pass this class, you will have to get 80% on the next one” she informed.

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What Makes Us Human

A side project I’ve been working on, with a gerita au of Ludwig as an android. 

Feliciano was alone. That’s why he did this, really. 

Feliciano Vargas knew, from the moment F2501 blinked its optics, it was different. The program was lucrative, and emotional boundaries of the subjects had been considered before, but never implemented to form such a being as this. F2501 was not only the program’s master creation, it was Feliciano’s personal accomplishment, as a rather emotional man himself, to shed some light on the androids’ programming. And really, F2501 was perfect in every which way from the moment it activated. Or so he believed.

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theguardianwiththematrix has entered the area

the young femme was watching her two twins tackle each other in a sparring session. “rho! when you strike; aim for the throat. you won’t kill him but it will stun him.” the ex gladiator calls out; watching their forms with soft optics. she see’s a shadow come closer. she glances back and looks wide eyed at the mech. “h-hello there…” she greets as she watches him come closer; her bi-colored optics showing a confused and scared expression. her kaonite/iaconian accents show as she talks.

the hallelujah vid in a nutshell
  • Beebo: hey girl let's go have an adventure
  • Girl: nah I'd rather make every pathway an optical illusion
  • Beebo: tf
  • Girl: hey lets go get on a bike and ride down the pathways that aren't confusing
  • Beebo: ye sure
  • Beebo: this is literally for toys
  • Girl: hey jump off this cliff
  • Beebo:
  • Girl:
  • Beebo:
  • Girl:
  • Beebo:
  • Beebo: fine man I'll die-
  • Girl: no you won't tHIS IS A FLOOR
  • Beebo: aight let's go then

a-muted-scream  asked:

The seeker walked around the ship slowly while flicking his wings idly. He didn't make himself be too noticeable while he moved to find Renegade and 'bump' into her.

Renegade chattered into her commlink, her attention elsewhere when she literally bumped into Starscream. The femme blinked and glanced up at the seeker, optics filling with confusion. What was he doing back here? She’d seen him leave! Taking a step back, the huntress turned the comm off. “What is it Starscream? Forget something?”