#TINY RATCHET TINY RATCHET

[keferon]

THE NEW CHAPTER OF MISTAKES ON MISTAKES UNTIL IS OUT AND YOU ALL KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS~~~~~~

Spoilers for ch 74 below >:)

Head in hands. And then they all happened to be self sacrificial idiots.

Infinitely delighted by the fact that Optimus automatically decided to catch whoever was falling and only look who that was afterwards. 100/10. Peak Optimus writing.

[jubileeeeee]

the moment youre surrounded by friends and are overcome with looove and affectionnn and everything is right in the world and you are content~~

[earthsparked]

You’ve never been this sick before. You’ve had tonsillitis as a kid, typical flus and colds, a memorable bout or three with bronchitis and, of fucking course, came down with covid a couple times. None of those illnesses were like this. Something has gotten inside your head.

You make a quiet noise of complaint as what feels like cold metal surrounds you, painful against your hot skin, even through the blanket wrapped around you. You feel so cold, but you’re sweaty and dizzy. The world isn’t right. Everything’s too big and bright and moving wrong. Your head’s stuffed full of cotton and you’re not thinking right. And there’s a voice you don’t know, rich and deep, with a strange modulation to it you can’t place.

Sorry, little one, but your internal temperature is creeping past the danger zone for your species with no signs of stopping. Much higher and you’re risking processor damage. Don’t be afraid, we’re going to help you.

A machine sort of noise and rush of air, with a very quiet addition you don’t quite catch. I hope.

You are too sick to do much of anything except feel horribly confused, weak, and cold. You flinch away from the light, its brightness like ice picks into your head. There’s another voice snapping something about photosensitivity, dim the slagging lights. The brightness fades, but even in the dim twilight you don’t really want to open your eyes. Everything hurts. You just want to go home.

There’s a hushed argument, and then something very large moves over you. In your delirium it registers as if you’re swimming deep underwater, and a pod of whales has come to say hello.

‘S illegal. Getting me in trouble…caught. You’re mumbling to the whales. You’re not ever supposed to approach wildlife. Even if you always dreamed of meeting them.

That rumbling voice sounds so tired, so sad, that you feel bad for it.

Are they conscious? Are they trying to communicate with us?

A pause. The other voice speaks. There’s a sense of something big hovering directly over you. You can feel it somehow, even with your eyes closed, like feeling a current in the ocean.

No, I don’t think so. Their brain activity is alarming compared to baseline. But who in the Pit knows? Organic processors are a mess to begin with, let alone one infected with something this species has never encountered before.

A big blue whale-song, mournful. We never should have come here. What have we done, Ratchet?

The other, more gruff voice. Also sounding tired. We couldn’t have known that the debris brought a contagion planetside until it happened. Don’t panic just yet, Prime. So far, they’re the only one directly exposed. We got them in quarantine as soon as Nurse Darby realized something was wrong beyond the usual illnesses. It was just bad luck they happened to come across the contamination before we could clean it all up. There’s no reason to believe it can jump from human to human yet.

There’s a pause, and the first voice is even quieter.

Will they live?

There’s more motion. Beeping noises. You must be in a hospital. Yes, you remember that much. Going into the ER late one night after the Tylenol wouldn’t touch your fever, which had come on suddenly.

I can’t make promises, you know that. I don’t know much about this contagion. I didn’t even know it could behave this way in organics when it’s harmless to us.

He sounds frustrated.

But I was fine, the groggy thought drifts up from the depths of your mind. Everything is slow and dark and cold, a thousand fathoms deep.

I was fine, I went out doing my volunteer work. And then I got sick.

You don’t remember meeting your doctors. There might have been an ambulance…you think? Flashing lights, sirens. A woman’s worried voice, low, as she adjusted the IV in your arm. It’s what is making you feel so cold, you decide, and with all your frail strength begin trying to grab and wrench it out.

An immediate shuffle around you, and the grumpy whale reaches out and stops you. You push weakly at its rubbery flipper. It’s a whale, a humpback whale you think. You have about as much chance of moving it as you do lifting an ambulance.

Eh-eh-eh! None of that, now. You pull that out and neither of us will enjoy me trying to put it back in. Optimus, hand me the - yes, thank you.

You whimper softly and cry out as you find you can’t move. There’s things touching you - seaweed, wires, tangling you. Everything’s cold.

There. Sorry, human, but we can’t have you hurting yourself. …why am I even talking to them, they’re not going to remember any of this.

You huff and decide very hard to remember this just because you were told you wouldn’t. You forget a minute later what it was you were trying to remember, and start thrashing around against the seaweed. The beeping gets louder, more painful.

Can’t ever make anything easy, can you?

What are you doing?

I’m going to use the medication June left to sedate them.

But didn’t she say that could -

Yes, but - well, look at them!

Look at who? You wonder, as you fight off the tangling seaweed. You should find the surface. You need to breathe. You’re starting to feel scared. You can’t breathe.

The humpback whale is distressed. Somehow you can feel it, you know it. If they were a mech I could put them in stasis, keep them from suffering like this. This is cruel, Optimus. I - I don’t know.

He sounds defeated, angry. So tired. You reach out past the seaweed to try and pet him, because if the whales are going to insist on hanging out, you might as well earn that huge fine for touching the wildlife. Your sensitive palm makes contact with cold, hard skin, almost like it’s absorbed all the ice in the ocean. There’s a feeling of surprise, and silence, and then something crashes like a wave in the distance. There are big booming sounds. Those waves slamming into rocky, echoing caverns.

Watch them a moment. I’m going to consult with June. Do not let them tear that IV out. Comm me if their breathing gets worse.

The big blue whale is back, filling in the absence of the humpback. It catches your hand in its massive flipper, then brushes your wet hair out of your face. You had always heard whales were impossibly gentle despite their enormous size. You hadn’t quite imagined they could be this dexterous, though.

I’m sorry this happened to you. You did nothing wrong. You and so many other innocents, harmed because of us.

You squeeze his flipper, you think, but things are getting very hazy.

Please live. There is so much more to the universe that you deserve to get to see. I don’t know if you can hear me, but don’t give up.

His voice, even full of pain deep as the bottom of the sea, is comforting. You don’t want him to be so sad. But that’s what whalesong always is, isn’t it?

The humpback comes back. He’s doing something with the IV. You had no idea whales knew how to do that. You didn’t know they could be white and red, either. Don’t tell Ahab.

June says to increase the dosage and keep giving fluids. The tests she’s running show this formulation should drive out the infection, but…

But?

…but not without…impacts.

What kind of impacts? …Ratchet?

We can’t be sure. This is all highly experimental, Prime, we’re working off of practically nothing. June thinks it’s doing something to their central nervous system. We don’t know what, yet. It’s going to be a race to see what gives in first: the infection, or their vital systems.

A rumble, contemplative. At least they seem to have calmed. Their heart rate is down to almost normal.

For now. A pause. If they recover, we can’t keep this one. Fowler can find somewhere to stash them, I’m sure.

Silence.

Oh, for - Optimus! We’re not running a xeno-zoo!

Let us wait and see if that is even a conversation we will need to have, old friend.

Disgruntled feelings like poprocks in your mind.

…fine. Oh.

Oh?

Their fever has come down two-tenths of a point. That’s a start in the right direction. Let’s get that oxygen mask on and see if it helps. Of all the gasses to breathe, they had to pick one of the most flammable. Who even designed this fragging species? I want a word with them.

The whales are singing, and you decide it’s not so scary down here, after all. It reminds you of that song. You wheeze out a few words.

Beyond th’ sea, somewhere…waiting…

Hush. Rest, now. Big blue, biggest animal ever on earth. And for some reason, it cares about you.

You fall asleep under a blanket of seaweed, and eventually the ocean doesn’t feel so cold. You’re part of a pod, swimming slowly compared to them, but swimming all the same. And at least you’re not alone down in the dark. Maybe when you wake, you’ll get to see them breach the surface, leaping into the warmth of the sun. Maybe you’ll get to leap with them.

[magiertama]

*Jazz voice*: "Guys, I think Drift has a crush on our Doctor."

[drill-bits]

Here’s existential dread baby

[sparkhome]

*covers eyes* It has been years since I have drawn ANYTHING and I have never been a mecha artist type. Have a thing I scribbled in a half hour or so.

*ra ra ra! slams "post now" anyway*

Keferon's AU is absolute gold.

[savvymantis]

Not the same anon of the Junior fic, but what are the chances of Junior getting contact with a cybertronian artifact or an allspark fragment making them into cybertronian and is a legit sentient baby of Reader and Ratchet. Oh, the chaos of accidental sparkling.

Junior, Part Two

Ratchet hasn't looked up from his servos since Junior was smacked by that glowing crystal. You don't understand too much about Cybertronian technology or whatever plain magic their god seems to hold, but apparently such abilities include the creation of life, as your toy car has now transformed into a small, quick metal toddler. And they seem to find nothing but utter glee in their new life, zipping around and honking and beeping as you chase them.

"Looks like Ratchet is a sire now." Smokescreen snickers, some ways away with the other Autobots, all looking upon your situation with a mix of pity and mirth, though mostly the latter.

"Primus help that poor kid." Arcee snarks back, and Bumblebee giggles.

Junior skids to a stop beside Ratchet, little servos scrabbling at his leg to try and haul themself up. They squee when your hands grip under their arms, easily swinging them away from the utterly defeated mech.

"You're a born troublemaker, huh?" You ask the little bot. Given your car was a toy, they're barely bigger than a four-year-old, easily situated on your hip. They coo at you, touching your cheeks and squeezing at your skin. "Careful, kiddo. . ."

A servo hits the back of your knees, and Junior lets out a squeal to echo your own as you topple back into Ratchet's palm. He lifts the two of you to his helm, and you discover that it's possible for robots to have bags under their optics.

Ratchet bops the tip of a digit to Junior's helm, earning a beep. "This is. . . ridiculous."

"The Allspark has been known to create life before." Optimus says from somewhere behind you.

"It brought a toy to life!" Ratchet exclaims. "A little Earth toy made of plastic and-" He cuts himself off when Junior wraps his arms around his digit, barely able to encircle the whole thing. His expression softens just enough to melt your heart. "An Earth-born Cybertronian, a sparkling at that! This is just what we need in the midst of a war. . ."

"I think they're cute." Smokescreen says, none to concerned by the sound of it. He points to Junior, now imitating Ratchet's twisted expression best they can. "They've got your scowl, Ratchet!"

Ratchet lobs a wrench at the young bot. Junior cackles like mad when it hits and makes Smokescreen yelp.

"He's got your humor too!" The scout grumbles, rubbing the new dent in his helm. Bulkhead and Bumblebee crack up at his misery, and even Arcee has to hide a smile behind her servos. "You all suck!"

Junior whoops their siren loud enough to make you flinch. Ratchet shushes the little bot, who instead beeps incessantly at him, pointing to Smokescreen, wanting another show. Ratchet just shushes him again, cradling the two of you to his chassis and sighing when Junior immediately starts to climb.

"I suppose we have a new member now." Optimus says. He leans over your little group, and a small smile crosses his faceplate. "Congratulations on your new family, old friend."

"I'm not their sire, Optimus!"

"Seems I need someone to fill the position then." You muse, ignoring Ratchet's shocked stare. "Optimus? You interested in being a dad-!"

"Don't you dare." Ratchet grumbles against your cheek, face warm from the laughter of his team. Junior hurries over to nuzzle into your other cheek with a happy 'wee.' "You're not playing house with some other bot."

"Guess you're stuck then, sire." You tease him, happily peppering your new sparkling in kisses. They whistle and do their best to smooch your cheek in return. "Come on, Junior. Let's give your pops some love too."

"Woop!" Junior chirps, copying you as you begin to pepper Ratchet's face in kisses. He protests, but doesn't push either of you away.

Seems Junior has taken after you too, already wiggling deep into Ratchet's spark to share in the warm space with you.

[sideswipesjetpack]

The amalgam topic has probably already passed but I didn't wanna scrap this doodle

Thank Primus you didn’t scrap it I’m feasting,

NEVER TOO LATE BRO DONT WORRY ABOUT THAT I PUMP OUT AUS ON A WHIMMM 🗣️🗣️

Cw slight robogore

Ratchet.. :((((

I always love finding you in my ask box with glorious art cz, it never fails to deliver GAWWWDDDD YOU DID THEM SO WELLL OM SOBBING

[mrtabbo]

hear me out tho like

a scenario in which the decepticons and autobots have to team up for whatever reason (unicron, quintessons, whatever — take your pick)

and it becomes common knowledge among the autobots that megatron and starscream are together. it isn’t overt, just lingering touches, stares held between the two for just a moment too long, starscream gets away with things that would leave a lesser mech begging for megatron’s mercy while starscream gets the equivalent of a slap on the wrist and a stern glare.

but during a botched raid, starscream is injured. nothing terrible by megatron’s standard, so he elects to forgo seeing to starscream himself until after they debrief

ratchet doesn’t though. he’s the medic after all, has to make sure that every mech on their shoddy team is in the best shape possible if they want any chance at winning this.

so imagine his surprise when he discovers that starscream is sparked, nearing the end of his carriage. and imagine his rage at megatron as he marches his way up to the command center to give megatron hell for sending starscream - still unconscious and unaware of the absolute shit storm that is about to transpire - carrying megatron’s sparkling, into such a dangerous battle

helms fly up when he thunders into the room and there’s a collective hush that falls over them as ratchet goes straight for megatron and decks him square in the jaw

megatron flexes his jaw, optics bright with barely concealed rage as ratchet stares him down, fuming

“did you know?” ratchet hisses dangerously.

“know what?” megatron glares.

“that he’s carrying?”

“who’s carrying?” jazz says bravely from across the table, where he’s sitting with his fellow autobots.

“jazz,” optimus reprimands, having already pieced together what the rest of the room hadn’t.

“starscream,” ratchet snaps.

megatron is up and shouldering past ratchet, knocking him off balance in his hurry to get to the medbay

[keferon]

Monster hunter au part 3

Also known as “Drift is a giant fox beast” comic ahah

I like to think these trails are really important as a safe space for Deadlock. This is his home, these are his favorite routes and his familiar and safe space.

So when he shows his paths to Ratchet it's a big gesture of trust. Because they're what makes the forest his home and he's willing to let Ratchet into that home:)

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Also. This au exists in the same world as my Spellbound au. Just in case you wanna break your heart a little bit

[transformers-synergize]

How does your Wheeljack feel about King-Kong?

I G1 one enjoyer I see, I get the references ;)

Ok, but to answer the question, yes, he does in fact like King Kong, along with many other pieces of human cinema, especially the ones with giant monsters or dinosaurs. wheeljack is always looking for inspiration for new projects/inventions, and being on Earth has provided him with tons of new inspiration.

[ieo-pio]

Howdy hey I actually used a reference this time 🕺💃

[goodboytown]

yeah i like strong female leads

[wortsandall]

Ratchet scans Drift's face, pausing to map out each feature he hadn't seen in so long. Proving that he's here, alive and safe and tangible. Not a dream or fantasy, not a nightmare made out of past mistakes, but another chance to have this. And Ratchet's finally allowed to be selfish. He's allowed to reach for it with both hands, damn everybody else. There's no war to fight, no patients to care for. Just the mech in front of him and the time they have now.

What was he thinking before, of course he knew this mech.

He's right here in front of him so close he could touch, his plating inches away from his servos if he were to reach out. He's so different from the mech he once knew, more confident, more sure, but so much like him too. Not just in looks-his white plating with red accents, his finials, those damned vibrant optics-but in his devotion, his humor. His gentleness despite the violence he knows so intimately, maybe even in spite of it.

Ratchet finally finds his words, resetting his vocalizer as he leans forward, closing the gap between them until mere centimeters separate their plating. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”

[mskenway97]

TFP Ratchet x gn!human!reader

Medical inspections

Summary:You weren't stopping at your medical studies, Ratchet saw that you needed a lesson in human biology.

Words: 1,215

Warning: size difference, g/t content, suggestive touch, swear a little, smut

I will put the links of pillowfort and ao3 to publish this application:

Pillowfort

Ao3

[doom-dreaming]

( S01:15 - Shadowzone )