This Might Be Weird But Can We See Prowl's And Jazz's Teeth? I Love Seeing Cybertronians With Human Like

This might be weird but can we see Prowl's and Jazz's teeth? I love seeing cybertronians with human like teeth, especially when drawn with prominent canines. You do it a lot and I think it adds another dimension to them and makes them feel more alive.

Apologies if this is weird. I have been on a Bones(tv show) kick lately and the ability to see into a dead person's life just from their teeth really fascinates me.

Bones huh, I’ll have to check it out. I have a deep obsession with bones, I have a collection.

They actually do have different teeth in mind when making their designs. Prowl has sharp back teeth and a slight underbite. Jazz has a perfect smile! With some lil fangs.

Reason why the cons join orian

Shockwave: why should we follow you?

Y/n: 😉😘

Cons and shockwave: we will follow you.

Or

Shockwave: why should we follow you?

Y/n: who ever joins first I'll make out with them.

Cons and shockwave: we will follow you.

Ain't no con gonna pass that up

immediate response. Hurry up reader, you have a lot of smooching to do

Look at him! All pumped up for the race.

I find myself weirdly attracted to this man. Too bad he’s such a bully.

I need to start scheduling posts because I have like three posts written up LOL

Evil thoughts

I love you and your starscream stuff is keeping me Sane 😭 I'd be hyping him up since he's my glorious king

It’s a Pleasure to Meet you

Starscream x Reader- not alone

• Drifting between dream shores, the sound of something shattering against the wall jolts through you and you wake up gasping. Eyes wide, it only takes a second to find the source- your giant, alien roomie and kidnapper just smashed his tablet against the wall. The chair’s next, slung across the room with a snarl. Well. Whatever this is, you don’t like it. Not the fury making Starscream’s wings tremble or his hands curled into fists as he bares his denta and just shakes with fury.

• The sane part of you just wants to hunker under your stinking blanket and hope you’re forgotten about until he calms down. But as his hands reach up to grip his helm, you stand up and walk over to knock on the sheer side of your cage.

• “Want to talk about it?” That soft, hesitant voice snaps his head up. The human is staring at him and there’s no censure or mocking pity in their tone. Just worry. For him.

• That drains the rage out of him so suddenly he slumps on his berth, exhausted. Helm in hands, he watches his pet watch him in turn, little hands pressed against the inside of that energon cube he traps them in when he has to leave. “No,” he says, reaching to pull the cube down from the shelf. The human sits abruptly with a sharp inhale, but doesn’t resist or avoid his hand when he reaches in and picks them up.

• Why does the thump of its little heart against his servos soothe him? “Okay.” If it’s unhappy he won’t tell it what happened, it doesn’t let on. Just lays its head on his hand, trusting and patient. A little spot of warmth that he’s not yet ruined.

• “They’re all against me. Every one of them,” he mutters, spark constricting. Even his own trine were probably scheming his downfall. And he’s as trapped as the little human in his grip.

• “Not all of them,” you murmur, relaxing further into his warmth. He’s like a big space heater and with how chilly his quarters always are, you’re more than happy to play lapdog if you can just bask in his body heat. Especially if it calms him down from whatever mental ledge he’s on.

• And the last dregs of anger and resentment ebb as he runs the tip of a servo down the human’s spine. Wonders if his little human actually hates him for everything he’s put it through. It must, but it never acts like it. “What’s your name?” It’s not what he meant to ask, but it’s suddenly important.

• Surprised that he’s asked, you tilt your cheek against his warm hand before you tell him.