My Tfa Hight Headcanons

My Tfa hight headcanons

💖💖MY HEART OMFG💖💖

Can I please hug Lewis from mystery Skulls please (he’s my comfort character)💖

Here’s what my oc looks like

(Also love your artwork/style it’s amazing and awesome 🤩

I think everyone deserves to be held by big himbo skeleton man.

Your oc is adorable! I love them! ♡

And thank you very much, that means a lot! ♡♡♡

I MADE THIS TODAY AND IM VERY PROUD OF MYSELF

I hope you enjoy 😉 💖 And have a lovely day everyone!

DADIMUS PRIME

TRUCK DAD

Heatwave is torn apart. They all are, but as the most aggressively protective of the Rescue Bots, he shows it the most violently. Throughout the entire time Mic is in the hospital, he spends his time either on patrol or beating the hell out of the metal training log, furious at himself for not being fast enough and furious at the world for putting her in that situation. Mic was so bright and full of life. She looked so small when Chase lifted her bleeding body out of the rubble. He turns his worry, fear, and despair into inconsolable wrath because it’s the only way he knows how to cope. It’s the only way he knows how to protect himself from pain. He’s lost loved ones before, and he doesn’t know what he’ll do if he loses the little human that’s like his daughter. That he’d gladly die for. It should have been him.

Chase is numb. The shock should have worn off by now, but it hasn’t. His servos still twitch and clench as if he can still feel the tiny warm body cradled in them and see the red liquid spattering his fingertips. He doesn’t sleep, doesn’t stop working, because of he does his mind will wander. He’ll see how pale and still she was and wonder if her eyes would ever open again. Whenever Chief orders him to rest, which he does - “You need to rest, partner, you won’t be able to function if you don’t” - he replays the accident over and over and over again in his head, visualizing how it could have gone better… and how it could have gone worse. Could he have gotten there quicker and saved her? Could he have held the ceiling up? What if she hadn’t gotten Chief out of the way and they had both been hurt? What that ceiling beam had fallen at a different angle and crushed her spine? The questions spiral endlessly, and all Chase can do is wait for news while worry ruthlessly clenches his spark like a vice.

Blades is distraught. He has always been the most anxious ‘Bot on the team. He follows Chief around constantly, asking questions rapid fire whenever the older human gets a call - Was that the hospital? Is she okay? Is she going to live? When is Mic coming home? - to the point where he worries Chief is two seconds from kicking him out of the firehouse. But he can’t help it. He paces around constantly, unable to sit still, unable to stop moving due to nerves. It’s horrible to have to wait, so he tries to occupy his mind. Would Mic like a welcome home party when she gets back, or will she be too tired? Will she be the same? Will she recover? He wants to see her again - see her smile, make her laugh with his (usually poorly timed) pop culture references - but they don’t know when Mic is coming home yet. Humans are so fragile compared to Cybertronians, and while he knows Mic is strong, he worries that irreparable damage was done. He worries she might not come home at all.

Boulder watches the others, human and Cybertronian alike. He’s always been the rock of the team, always coped with traumatic situations the best. He was a construction bot in Kaon before he was a Rescue Bot, so he’s seen his fair share of hell. Heatwave lashes out when he’s hurting, Chase shuts down, and Blades can’t sit still. Boulder developed healthy coping tactics. So he tries to help the others, tries to drag them away from their vices. But sometimes, when he’s soothing himself - painting, or calmly and logically negating anxious thoughts - he remembers how Mic’s breath faltered and how she barely opened her eyes even as Dani lifted her into Blades to rush her to the hospital. The paintbrush falters, and his throat burns. But Boulder keeps forging ahead, trying to keep the others from spinning out of control, because he has to. He’s their rock, and if he’s not doing it for them, he’s doing it for Mic. She wouldn’t want them to fall apart like this. But how can one not fall apart when someone they love so dearly is so badly hurt?

Here ya go! Some freshly served Rescue Bots angst :D - Leaf

Currently Crying

FUCKING SOBBING MY PALS

😭😭

I drew @maxphilippa ‘s oc

They look really cool and awesome 🤩💜💙