#bot is a given. he was very kind to them!

[snailfen]

due to fic writing im trying to wrap my head around what suitcase might think of/how she might treat mephone4 after enough time has passed post-canon and a lot of my trains of thought are boiling down to It's Complicated.

on one hand, suitcase has had it the worst out of many in the show, and she's had to learn when to not take other's shit in order to get by. mephone has also put her on the spot a few times ("judge her accordingly", "pick your favorite friend!") so i imagine she holds that against him. thats not even accounting for The Reveal and her berating mephone4 for the way she was made (whether or not she was made to have hallucinations from the beginning isn't exactly as clear as say, tissues always being sick, at least to me??? but she was undeniably made to struggle). mephone created her to suffer the way she has and i don't imagine she likes the guy all that much post-canon.

on the other hand, she's more sympathetic towards him compared to others. she recognizes the gemories as traumatic memories, attempts to extend her sympathy to him in truth or flare (of course, she gets turned down), and she recognizes when he might be afraid to face those memories, or even cobs. all of this is before the reveal, but still. after that, shes the first to support the idea that he'd better go. plus i think about this list of parallels between them quite a lot.

this is all just off the top of my head though. i think she ultimately recognizes that mephone is more troubled and thats whats caused a lot of her problems with him, but also its not necessarily her responsibility to be kinder to him because of that, or to forgive him. she still tries to offer him kindness though, because, as always she genuinely believes in being kind to others and not going through things alone. never give up on anyone, after all.

[raileurta]

My human!

Bots can be pretty overprotective and possessive over their human(s). Especially when being given affection or being cleaned. For example like this person with her lion.

I imagine one day Sam is giving Bumblebee a car wash when Barricade shows up.

The war is over in this au and he's reformed so he's not going to be blasted. Anyways he's got to talk with Sam about something but Bee is having none of that. He revva his engines, threatens him with a blaster, etc. Sam is like calm your maggy ass down. Doesn't work. So he has to finish the wash before he can talk to Barricade.

Another idea is one day Optimus gets hit with something that makes him revert to a feral thing using only his base coding for logic. The autobots are all there when it happens. At first it's kinda fine he's just acting like an overgrown puppy. Then the former decepticon barricade drives over to them with Sam inside to be dropped off. Optimus sees this then absolutely loses it and flings himself at them.

He flees very scared/confused, with Optimus in hot pursuit. The autobots explain through comm links what is happening with him. Eventually Optimus reaches them so Barricade has to transform to protect himself plus the human. When the prime sees Sam plopped out on the grass he immediately goes to grab him. Scared as hell Sam dodges the hand then books it to a little cave nearby. Barricade tries to fend off Optimus as long as he can but he's only one bot. When the prime beats him he runs after Sam trying to grab him again. Sam just in time manages to make it into the cave. The feral transformer desperately claws at the ground trying all he can to get him out. After a few minutes of frantic digging the human hears a kind old microwave type of noise that somehow is soothing? Sam takes a peak to see that Optimus was making the noise; with some of the most heartbroken eyes he's ever seen. When the autobots catch up they recognize the sound that's being made. Creators would use it to call for their sparklings. Finally knowing that Optimus didn't actually want to hurt Sam he comes out (I'm gay) of the cave. Big ole bot grabs him asap and affectionately nuzzles him, scent, hug, etc him.

It takes two days for the effects to wear off so Sam and Bee have to deal with a lot of mother heaning. He's protective of the other bots too but these two are his fragile babies!

[revelboo]

I love your stories, I read them daily, and I've become addicted to knowing what's happening with them all the time. 💕☺️ I find it interesting how each character changes their personality.I feel like some are very passive, calm, or quiet, while others I feel are very defensive or more rebellious. I love that 💓

I've even given different names to each human and each Bot, even a face, body and voice sounds strange but I feel like you've given a lot of personality to each story.

Well, I'll keep an eye on the stories. Have a nice day! 🫂💕

Thank you!

A Lifeless Ordinary Pt 23

Scavengers x Reader

• Not exactly sure what to do with you now that he has you, Krok glances down when you grab at a servo and stand in his palm, wobbling slightly to try and look back to see if those three are okay as Fulcrum walks into the brawl in progress and starts swearing as he’s swept up into it. Cupping his other hand around you, he vents. “They’ll be fine.” Someone will cry off before it gets too serious.

• Frowning up at him as he carries you to his habsuite and then hesitates like he’s not sure what to actually do with you, you pat his servo. He actually almost looks flustered as he looks down at you. “You can just put me down anywhere. I promise not to molest you,” you tease solemnly and is it your imagination or does he shudder?Maybe Fulcrum’s not the only one that finds your squishy organic self slightly unsettling.

• “Right,” he manages awkwardly, Misfire’s fragging sharing plan should be the last thing on his processor. But it’s right there as he carries you to his berth and lets you slide off of his hand before sitting on the edge beside you. Gets why you hadn’t shot down the Seeker, he’s young and definitely curious. Probably give you a fun time. Less broken than he or Crankcase is. Then again, you’d gone for the most broken of them all, hadn’t you? “Why Spinister?” Doesn’t mean to ask and he can’t look at you when you glance up at him. It isn’t jealously. Not exactly. They’re all each other has out here and it’s lonely out here. You’re not his, but he cares about you. You’re under his protection.

• “He’s sweet and he makes me laugh,” you murmur, embarrassed. And Spin had saved you on that world even though at the time all you’d seen was a huge monster chasing you down. Doubt it’s love, certainly not the fairytale kind you’d dreamed of growing up until reality disillusioned you, but you care for him and he cares for you. Maybe that’s enough. Maybe it could be love someday. Picking at a fingernail, you can feel his optics on you. According to Misfire, they’re all interested. Not love, just stress relief. Just sex. And Krok’s safe. A protector, but watching him nervously clicking that thing he carries around, you feel almost bad for the mech. The defacto leader by virtue of being the only responsible one in the group.

• Fidgeting with the broken bit of servo in his hands, he can feel your eyes on him. “What do you want? Really want?” Because he doubts it’s to frag your way through the ship, but maybe it is. Maybe you’re as messed up as they all are. And you huff out a breath at him before falling back to sprawl on his berth staring at the ceiling. ‘To be happy? Not alone? To have a home?’ You whisper, the words a question laced with longing that he understands. Can’t return to Cybertron as former Decepticons, so they’re just traveling aimlessly, looking out for each other and struggling to make enough to stay fueled. “Yeah,” he says. He wants those things, too. They all do.

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[gonetoforks]

Yknow, everyone’s assumed B-127 was physically unable to leave sublevel 50, but I don’t think that’s the case.

I think it was a slow decent.

He talks about how “the shift manager up there really doesn’t like to be bothered.” So he believes he’s acquainted with a shift manager above sub-level 50.

He knows how to get out. Orion and Dee weren’t knights in shining armor who freed him from his castle, Bee showed them the exit through the garbage chute, which he talks about like he’s used before.

“Cause I’m just so good at what I do…” It sounds like a lie, but I don’t think he’s imaginative enough to come up with that himself from (the popular hc of) misunderstanding that he was thrown and/or left down there to die or starve. He’s the one who brought energon onto the expedition, his needs are seemingly being met. I think he was told that by people who just wanted him to shut up and go away.

㐃 Additionally, why would he have been scrapped in the first place; For being annoying? Even when Darkwing threw Dee & Orion down there, it was for challenging the discriminatory caste system that he as a cop relied on and actively embarrassing him in the race in front of all of Iacon, not yapping.

㐃㐃Though there’s also the question of “Why would Darkwing say they’ll never see anyone again?” I think he probably had business to do & planned on coming back to get them. Oof. (“I’ll make sure of that,” is future tense, “I will do something,” not, “I have just killed you”)

With the facts that he

Knows how to leave, can leave, and has, we see him leaving sublevel 50 in the movie,

Knows someone in the levels above him or with him (I’ve always wondered who this “shift manager” he mentioned is…) who does not like him leaving or being distracted,-

(though note the validity of his statements are a little bit under question since he “basically has built himself a small crew of Wilsons a la Castaway” but I like to think he’s not always lying to himself to stay sane. I like the bits where he’s the first to run away from the erupting rocks, & where he says “He’s going to kill everyone.” We need to give him more credit you guys)

(Though even if the shift manager is a character he made up for himself, it still implies that he’s given some importance to staying down there) (which is important to my point i’m about to make-)

-In mind. Why didn’t he just leave whenever? Why does he talk about being “down here a long time,” as if he was in Castaway & not just in a ‘how long has my job been here?’ kind of sense?

I think he’s actually, secretly, a very atypical depiction of a hikikomori.

I think about how excited he was to make friends, how most characters other than Optimus find him annoying, & just how similar he acts to a neurodivergent guy who just can’t seem to get conversation right despite loving it, and I think about this one quote from ceicocat;

If you withdraw from society for long enough, your social muscles atrophy. The pressure, shame, and guilt for evading your responsibilities sealing you into your room. You become calcified. Locked into the life of an extreme shut-in. (6:07)

This post also mentions that he seems the most fearful and hesitant of the group when confronted with new situations, which I hadn’t even noticed! (As this post seems more interested in proof and technicalities at first, mb lol) He’s more anxious than he lets on.

What if he wasn’t thrown down there one day? What if it was a slow decent? He senses other bots don’t feel like talking to him, so what’s the big deal with getting demoted? New chance at friends! And you get more chances. Again, and again, and again until you’re at sub-level 40. At least I’ve hit rock bottom, right? Nope, there’s more. Now you’re in sub-level 50 and leaving your house literally requires you to crawl up a hole through hordes of garbage. At least you can do your job. You can do it very well, it staves off the shame you don’t have anything to be ashamed of. Crawl through 50 sub-levels of garbage to leave your house when all the wilsons who like you are down here? No thanks!! I’m happy to stay down here and watch garbage burn. Forever. Till the day I die.

Poor Bee, why did I write that, I made myself sad.

I’m just saying, I think it would be really fascinating if, instead of just having a tragic backstory; this version of Bee was like this due to a combination of social struggles and his own weaknesses, choices and interactions! And how interesting it would be for a character easily flanderized as a friendly honeybee to actually be incredibly conflicted about his interactions with other people!

For instance;

What if he’s known for by his coworkers for being very enthusiastic and friendly, but also very hard to find? He takes his work home with him before ditching the office for like a week? And then he comes back like nothing happened!

What if he becomes a scout because he gets to stay hidden and just observe? He won’t have to talk to anyone and he wants to try and parse what it is that makes people act *gesturing vaguely around face* differently around him. It becomes a genuine interest of his like Abed from Community.

Idk… I guess you could say, i think when it comes to B-127… there’s.. MORE THAN MEETS THE EY- *i am yanked offstage by a giant hook.*

[determunition]

i took the switcheroo week as an excuse to finally try my hand at some scrybeswap designs! got a bit carried away as you can see, i love doing character design so much

decided to keep their species/major design elements fairly consistent (e.g. grimora's makeup, mag being vague and indistinct, leshy having nonhuman legs, p03 only having one arm) while still switching up their aesthetics as needed; super happy with all of these as a result!

design notes for each scrybe under the cut! def open to any further questions or curiosities, i always think way too hard about characters while designing them lmao

P03:

scrybe of the dead: i went for a possessed tv vibe; he's still mechanical but those bones do have a living soul trapped in them...also shoutout to @squid-hug for suggesting the x-ray machine, i was very tickled by that lmao

scrybe of beasts: overgrown old bot was kind of a given for this one, but i was also thinking that the plants are part of what's keeping him running somehow

scrybe of magicks: the magic eye is the core powering that top monitor, and the two side monitors display what he's seeing with that eye at any given time

grimora:

scrybe of beasts: she's a witch! like a chill terry pratchett kind of witch, she works with a lot of herbs and such; also her makeup is meant to mimic blood drops

scrybe of magicks: magick grimora is more of a warlock type, her magic is a lot more sinister and she almost never opens her eyes (whereas her third eye is basically always open)

scrybe of tech: tech grimora is kind of a wacky machinist-flavored dr. frankenstein; she inscribes by writing on circuitboards!

leshy:

scrybe of the dead: this leshy is a gargoyle/vampire hybrid! i thought a mirror would be fun for him bc you can get two different cultural refs; medusa (bc stone gargoyle), and the idea that vampires don't appear in mirrors!

scrybe of magicks: i decided to make him a bird guy (kinda harpy-esque) bc he's basically a more whimsical baba yaga hermit; the baba yaga thing carries over from slavic folklore obvs. also he has polycoria!

scrybe of tech: tech leshy was super fun, bc he's steampunk! rather than animal legs i gave him digitigrade robot legs, but other than that he's the most like, normal human guy here probably lmao; despite his well-adjusted appearance though i still think he's got a bit of freaky wonk in him

magnificus:

scrybe of the dead: this one was very ring-inspired lol, got those clump of hair you found in the shower drain vibes

scrybe of beasts: bush magnificus real! i think he'd be a bit more quirky trickster fae in this form

scrybe of tech: one of my favorites; tech mag is an emaciated cyborg draped in so many loose cords and wires that you can't tell what he looks like anymore. a lot of those cords are connected to him, and he plugs them in wherever as needed! he also has a drawing stylus, making him just an average art student tbh lmao

[mechncheese]

Do you have any wheeljack headcanons? 👀

Plenty ! Here are some fun Wheeljack things !

Wheeljack loves reward systems; it doesn’t matter how small the reward is. If you told him that the prize for getting something done is a sticker he would get it done in an instant. It’s less about the prize itself and more about the “I got a thing for doing something! I’m winning so hard right now”

He’s also a hoarder, his subspace is always full of junk. Bits and Baubles and Trinkets he’s kept from over the years. Ratchet took a look one day and asked him to clean it up or at least organize it and Wheeljack told him that it is organized ! Just in a way only he could understand and also what if he needs that bauble one day ?

Wheeljack has emotional attachments to his inventions and his objects, they all have names and a place and he’s very meticulous about them. Those inventions his babies and he does not like it when bots insult his babies ! One time Brainstorm called one his inventions “a hunk of junk” and Wheeljack sent him straight to medibay for it.

He’s a big forgeter and number one procrastinator he will put things off if he is not given an incentive or he does not have the motivation to complete it. This leads to many abandoned projects and half baked ideas. Also that big wound on his face that he keeps putting repairs off for but he’s kinda grown to dig the look. Ratchet keeps telling him it’s gonna come back to bite him in the aft one day but Wheeljack insisted he’d cross that bridge when he got there.

Wheeljack has a very fluctuating sleep schedule and kind of sleeps when his body gives in but when he does sleep he is a very heavy sleeper, he is Dead asleep. Brainstorm taped him to a wall once during one of Wheeljack’s exhaustion naps and he didn’t even stir during the whole process.

He totally does donuts in his lab when he’s thinking of ideas, that place is a mess.

Wheeljack also has a southern accent !

[vhaos-chaotic-writing]

Ahhhhh! First of...BIG FAN OF YOUR SOTRYS AND HEADCANONS! And i want to request an Yandere TFA Starscream AND ALL of his clones(plus Slipstream, if you like) with an cybertronian s/o that is SUPERA shy, easily flustered and hardly ever raises thare voice that comes out as VERY adorable whispers and thare...

❤️‍🔥DROP❤️‍🔥

💞DEAD💞

😍GORGEOUS😍

I would VERY much love it if you add small scenarios.

🌌💗💜Love your storys!💜💗🌌

Oh my Primus THANK YOU!!! You're so sweet (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) It makes me smile to know my works are being liked, it is my little escape from reality and adult life - I'll do my best since I haven't seen Transformers Animated too.

(TFA) Yandere!Starscream & Clones w/ Shy Cybertronian!Reader (HCs & Scenario)

WARNING: Yandere behaviour, too many yanderes in the same place, typical violence from the series and a little bit more. Reader gets a little bit hurt by Sunstorm, but nothing too bad. Reader is gender neutral and in the Decepticon faction.

Perfection - that's the word Starscream, Skywarp, Sunstorm, Thundercracker, Ramjet, Slipstream, Dirge and Thrust use to describe you.

What is a shy, soft speaking, easy to fluster cybertronian in the Decepticon's faction and still walking around, unchanged?

Starscream has never been one to believe in beings like Primus - but thanks to Primus for having given him someone just as perfect as you.

And if Starscream loved you, his clones did the same - after all, they were a part of Starscream. It would be impossible to not love you as deadly as Starscream already did!

You are never alone - never. At least one of them is by your side.

Skywarp is paranoid. Sunstorm is sadistic. Thundercracker is obsessive. Ramjet is delusional. Slipstream is stalkerish. Dirge is possessive. Thrust is manipulative.

And Starscream? Well - he has a little bit of all of those traits. I'll say he remains as a possessive yandere, but with how of a mess he is, tends to the hysteric type too.

All of them love to say they own you and such, they like to think they are in charge of you - but they are dead aft wrong.

You have 8 yanderes wrapped by your pinkie finger - whatever you wish they will try to give it to you, they will guard you and, if you ever showed a desire to offline someone, they would shed all the energon and helms you want.

Of course - they take advantage of your shy behaviour. They always keep you by their side, prohibiting you of interacting with other bots if they are not around. Hell, they even intimidate you partially to neither run or fight them back.

But, oh - just how precious you are? How kind and soft you are, too scared to raise your voice, easy to embarrass and get you too overwhelmed by their love you can't think on doing anything but recieve whatever form of sickening saccharine love they decide to give you.

They have definitely threaten another bot to offline them just because they saw you for 1 klik. A few bots would not really take Starscream or any of his clones seriously... but the look all of them have in their optics - it is pure madness. Hysteric insanity barely tamed, branded as their love for you.

Only you.

If they could, they would chant how perfect you are that not even Primus could be compared to you. They want to hold you, bond their sparks with yours, end everyone just so there would be only you and them.

You've been desperately trying to get a least one klik of privacy for yourself - your anxiety is skyrocketing. You've always been aware of Starscream's obsession with you. He would always follow you, claim to be the perfect candidate to be your conjux endura and promise he was going to be yours.

And you've seen it - how he stalks and follows you, how he has threatened others to keep themselves away from you, how he aims to kill any bot if you are in the middle of the battle against the autobots and get hurt or targeted. And Starscream has been doing a good job at actually being taken as a threat if you were in the middle of the ecuation (hell, even Megatron has been quite careful whenever interacting with you.)

But with the clones now around... your hell grew 7 times worse.

Skywarp would cry his optics off, begging you about not leaving him, constantly being tortured by himself with the many imaginary scenarios he makes of you being taken or leaving them. To then cry as he thanks you for proving him you love him when you just comforted him, not having the spark to leave him like that when is clinging to you as if you were going to disappear.

Sunstorm is always there to hurt you, one way or another - he proclaims that is in the name of love and making sure others know you are taken after he left a few bitemarks or bruises on your neck or armplates, seeming too pleased when you whimper or sob. You're starting to believe he also does it to tell you what the consequences could be if you tried to leave him.

Thundercracker constantly has this episodes where he has you cornered or held, rambling and rambling about too many things but they always revolve about that insane and obsessive love for yours, how he promises to destroy anyone who gets in your way and so, so much more. It always scares you as he always spills his love for you, never tearing his optics away from you.

Ramjet believes with all his spark that you and him (plus Starscream and the other clones) are already the Conjux Endura of the other, and he believes you and him have been past lovers from another lives, your sparks bonded through all eternity and, no matter if he dies or you die, you will always come back to him and fall in love with him just as he does it with you every single klik of his life.

Slipstream is there, she is always there. Always listening. Always watching you. Stalking you. You know she is there even if you can't see her. And before you know it, she has you in her arms, hugging you and whispering to you too many promises about never leaving you. She knows everything about you, knows where you are or where you are going - you can't escape her.

Dirge is not like Slipstream. While she hides in the shadows to follow you, he is physically there with you. He acts like a barrier between you and the world, isolating you. Constantly has his servo holding yours, he needs to touch you one way or another, and is not afraid to throw a few faceplate breaking punches at anyone who tries to approach you.

Thrust guilt-trips you. You know he is doing it whenever he does it, and still your spark aches and bends, giving into whatever he wants. Why do you want to go outside when there are too many autobots and other decepticons wanting to hurt you? Ramjet and the others are doing everything to keep you safe and sound! They love you so much, sweetspark - how can you be so sparkless? Worst part, when you give in, he always coos and praises you for being such a good soon-to-be-conjux.

"Ah, there you are, my dear Conjux." And the last one to be enlisted - Starscream himself. A servo is quick to grab yours, pulling you by force to stop walking and follow him, instead. "What did I told you about leaving our room?"

"I... I wanted to, um, have a little bit of privacy-" You try to explain.

"And who gave you permission to?" Starscream looks at you, making you bite your own glossa and hold your helm down.

"You found them! Oh, thanks Primus!" Skywarp cries as he arrives, quick to run and hug you. Sunstorm and Dirge follow closely, hugging you just like Skywarp (Dirge needs to hold you, Sunstorm... well, he knows having too many bots hugging you makes you anxious and prone to just not move, not fight back.)

"Now -" Thrust starts. "You could have got hurt or taken away, sweetspark." Skywarp, Dirge and Sunstorm finally let you go, but their servos rest on your back, gently pushing you to keep walking as Starscream lead the way.

You try to be brave. "I just wanted to - to..." You fail.

"Hush - it is already night time." Starscream orders softly, and you shut your mouth at it. "It is time to recharge, my Conjux."

"She is my Conjux!" Thundercracker shouts the moment you and your lovers enter your shared room. Slipstream nonchalantly slaps the back of Thundercracker's helm, making him hiss.

"She is our Conjux." Ramjet says, smiling with optics full of love as he takes your free servo and pull you gently towards the big berth all of you slept.

You end resting against Starscream's chestplate, his arms wrapped around you. Somehow, the others always manage to sleep touching you - two helms resting against your legs, a servo touching your back, another one your shoulderplate, a helm nestled against your torso. It makes you feel trapped.

"Rest well, my Conjux." Starscream whispers to you after kissing your forehelm, Slipstream gently snuzzling her helm against your torso as Sunstorm and Thrust trace their digits on your back, Dirge and Ramjet coo and whisper sweet nothings to you quietly as you feel Thundercracker hug your legs, Skywarp resting his helm on Starscream's shoulder so he could look at you.

You close your optics, embracing dearfuly the only time you are allowed to be alone - whenever you recharge.

I hope you like it! This week has been a little bit too much for me, but it was interesting to write this! (*^▽^*) Vhaos out!

[lets-try-some-writing]

"Starscream and his spark-split siblings were supposed to be made into speakers directly following their forging. However, due to mismanagement, they were late to arrive at their respective positions. The Starscream we know took to his position as Speaker for Vos... very poorly." - Rewind, Sanctioned Recorder

Lore below the cut.

City Speakers are always chosen from amongst a very rare selection of Cybertronians. Due to a desire to keep the Titans from becoming political tools, Speakers are required to be spark split twins or triplets. The long standing belief is that if the Speakers are spark split, they will be less likely to turn their Titans into political weapons or scheme against each other. It has worked well enough, and so the tradition has held.

Before they inherited their names and T-cogs, Starscream and his brothers were miners. Due to an influx of newbuilds coming out looking quite similar, no one suspected the triplets to be spark split. And so, no one was ever informed that there were new Speakers ready to be taken and trained. For centuries, the triplets were simple workers and close as could be. That only changed after a chance encounter with a high ranking cogged bot gave them away.

They were promptly taken by the Speakers of that era, separated, and trained to serve and speak on the behalf of their particular Titan. Starscream got the short end of the stick in being given to Vos. Due to his Titan being one of Cybertron's best kept secrets, Starscream had to be both the Winglord and the Speaker at the same time without revealing the latter position. Normally, these roles would align well. But Vos has been flying for millennia, and the ancient Titan is in constant pain due to the overpopulation of his frame. Titans cannot fully comprehend pain, and thus, more often than not, Speakers for Vos can constantly hear him screaming.

It is maddening, and the only reason Starscream hasn't gone mad is due to the time he spent in the mines hardening him mentally. With that said, his predecessor was not a kind teacher (being half mad himself). Starscream carries scars to this very day.

[thescreaminghat]

actually would have loved to see more of elita's introspection after the "sentinel took everyone's cogs" reveal in tfone. like we got some good elita moments (e.g. her speech to orion showing that she too is an optimist despite having built a "tough it out" personality in order to survive the mines; the fact that she immediately turned to helping pax/dee/jazz during the cave-in after evacuation orders didn't work, showing that she's also one to instinctively break protocol if it means saving other bots from harm), but it would have been great to see elita's reasoning and emotions at learning about sentinel's betrayal. like yeah, ig d-16's crashout made sense given that he was physically attacked by darkwing and arguably had a stronger emotional attachment to the status quo/the "heroism" of sentinel prime, but elita is also the one who was insulted/belittled by darkwing for not having a cog and for breaking protocol, and the one who got dumped to waste management despite being so close to her goal (and she probably would have stayed there if she hadn't been on the train with orion and the crew). cave-ins don't seem unusual in the mines (everyone seems familiar with the emergency protocol), and elita as the team lead is probably the one who had to bear the responsibility of reporting dead or missing miners. after finding out that sentinel is the one who created this situation, elita should be seething just like dee: how dare the likes of sentinel prevent her from reaching her full potential as both a leader and citizen? how dare sentinel place the burden of carrying the very lives of other bots in the hands of those who have been rigged to fail? how dare sentinel set her up to chase after false hopes to improve her life and believe that it was ever a "good thing" for her to have wanted to try and "rat out" orion and dee when they first got on the train? who is to say that mechs with existing cogs, like darkwing, won't keep bullying those with newly-given cogs after sentinel is exposed? and elita didn't seem to have anything against dee before they went to the surface--if anything, dee seems to be the more reliable one compared to orion, so it would make sense if elita initially sympathised more with dee's reaction to events.

but she ultimately doesn't side with dee, even though she has a lot more invested in the system than orion. and i think tfone should have shown us more of elita's specific thoughts and reasons for why this didn't happen, to establish her as a major player in the ensuing conflict. the only other series that im familiar with outside of tfone that has elita is g1, so in my mind she's one of the "big three" in that she's established as a leader capable enough of keeping together the only major autobot resistance group against the decepticons after op leaves cybertron. if tfone's story was extended to the civil war, then the foundation for elita's later development should also be well-established.

right now it feels like she was largely relegated in the movie to "punch and get promotion" and while that's cool, i think she should have had more screentime than bee (im sorry but imo elita and bee have become kinda conjoined both in their function within the movie and in fanworks---i get the writers were pressed for time and chose to focus on the orion-dee relationship, which makes complete sense, but elita and bee were just kind of left to stand next to each other and give audience reactions when something happened shocking in the orion-dee dynamic. and elita has become b-127's mom in fan stuff ig. which again is fine and great and i love it, but what about her preexisting relationships with orion and dee? like orion was confident enough to trust elita to have his back when the cave-in happened even though elita tried to keep a hierarchy of sorts between them, dee seems to respect elita's leadership when they're on the surface and doesn't immediately shoot at her when she fights him at the end, elita even seems envious (at least to me) at orion and dee's entry into the iacon 5000---we should have had more of the push and pull among the trio's dynamic, with elita being a sort of "wild card," in that she had valid emotional grievances that would push her to side with dee, but an equally strong set of beliefs that would lead her to side with orion).

anyways more elita character development pls she's such a good character

[transformers-spike]

Knockout x Reader x Breakdown nsfw. Come on, I know you wanna

I will never recover from the predator/prey fic so here have something wholesome for once

“Fuck,” you hiss under your breath, barely taking in Breakdown’s spike. From sheer size alone, it feels like marching into a sex shop and demanding the giant dildo they use to attract tourists. Knock Out, cunty as ever, already has his far-too-soft-for-metal lips against your collarbone. If you were a sensible person, you would have shot down the mere mention of a threesome. Alas, the notion of trying this new thing called “mass displacement” called to you like a kid at a candy store. If you didn’t have the audacity to say yes, you would have missed the suppleness of Knock Out’s tongue and the unexpected gentleness of Breakdown’s fingers working you up. You love these guys enough to put up with their strange antiques and deal with their unusually-high-for-their-kind sex drive (or interface drive as Breakdown kindly pointed out before Knock Out immediately adopted the human lingo). They must have watched human porn, there’s just no way they haven’t – not with the way they stroke your body like frat boys finally getting their groove on after years of studying up on the sex. If you had the energy, you would be currently exploring the seams in their anatomy and dragging your fingers dangerously close to the openings in their frames, but there’s very little you can do when you’re busy getting plowed by two giant alien lifeforms. Knock Out, after having given you the most mind-blowing orgasm with his tongue alone, has fucked you so thoroughly you were practically on your own intergalactic voyage through space as Breakdown held you against his frame, having taken the brunt of his partner’s sexual frustration before they even dared to involve your squishy human insides. Dripping with two kinds of transfluids (the valve and the spike kind) you were gazing at them all blearily, looking unsexy as hell like you just got out of a car crash (minus the blood and with more alien cum). The warmth in their optics felt surreal and welcoming. You were small and fleshy against two titans who have witnessed more beauty than you ever will in your entire human life, but it was as though you were the center of their universe. If you hadn’t been crying from getting the best orgasms of your life, you would have teared up. Now, passed over to Knock Out – whose chassis you’ve grown accustomed to enough to relegate any sadness caused by watching his shiny plating be smudged by your natural oils to the back of your mind – you whimper and steer as his far too competent tongue drags across your neck, servos holding your ass still while Breakdown continues at a steady pace. “Holy shit-” you mumble, words cut short as the holder of the biggest dick you’ve ever had cups your cheek and kisses the side of your mouth. For all his eagerness, he’s softer than Knock Out, especially for a bot as big as him who looks like he crushes cars between his servos (which may actually be true considering the hammers he can summon to for melee). Another climax rolls through you, harder than the last one, inciting a pathetic high pitched anime girl mewl from your part. Breakdown grunts against your ear, metal whirring underneath his frame and against your back as your walls clamp down on him hard enough to drag out his long-overdue overload. His noises only serve to excite Knock Out who captures your lips with his and grinds his still-pressurized spike against the sensitive cluster of nerves between your legs. You come out of your trance having experienced your own death and resurrection, eyes misty and perpetually confused as you wake on the doctor’s slightly softer than steel berth with him hovering over you like a predator. It doesn’t take long for you to notice Breakdown’s fingers stroking your cheek, and once he knows he has your attention, he slips one of his massive digits between your thighs to begin rubbing against the long abused and overused sweet spot. Looking down at Knock Out’s gorgeous spike, you whisper a prayer to Primus Himself as you’re once again assailed by inhumane pleasure.

[peace-hunter]

ok so i'm still a bit shaky on it but i would loooooove for orion's character arc in the baby prime orion au to be actually about learning that he's not. inherently special. which i know it sounds backwards because this au makes him primus' specialest little guy but hear me out.

in this au when optimus is born he is his siblings' miracle child, their little blessing, the most precious gift they could've gotten.

they love him so much that even when they die and orion grows up and forgets them, he still knows what being treasured and loved beyond measure feels like.

and part of the reason he believes that the system is wrong to treat cogless bots as lesser is that he cannot accept that he is as worthless as the world wants him to believe when someone once loved him like that.

it's a very... self-centered point of view even if it does come from a place of genuine love. he was loved, he was worth something to someone once, so if the world tells him he's worthless then the world must simply be wrong.

and don't get me wrong he still genuinely does believe others also deserve the choice to decide for themselves what they want to be, that they also deserve to be treated with the same respect and dignity that cogged bots do, he still wants to make things better for everyone.

but a good part of it is because he thinks he deserves better. because he knows he was once loved enough for someone to want to give him the moon and stars if he'd asked for them. and he's still chasing that feeling, even though he has long forgotten where he got it from in the first place.

so when he finds out he's the lost little prime, as much of a shock as it is, it is also sort of vindicating. it's a little bit like "oh. so that's why i always felt especial different".

he thinks that him being a prime is the reason for why he always aspired to be more, for why he always believed he deserved better. he thinks being a prime is what makes him worth loving more than he'd been told.

except that... well, he's obviously wrong. him believing he deserved better, that he was worth more than the system wanted him to believe, had very little to do with him being a prime and everything to do with his siblings loving him so very much he could never forget it even as he forgot them.

the reason he always felt there was something utterly wrong with the way they were treated and had the courage to constantly speak up against it when everyone else around him didn't was not because he had some divinely given wisdom or that he was inherently better than them and could feel it.

it was simply that he, unlike the rest of the miners, had someone to instill in him how loved and valuable he truly was. he had someone to let him know he deserved to be treated with kindness and dignity. he had that privilege even if it was taken away from him.

so. the second half of his arc would be him realizing all of this and taking upon himself to be that someone to everyone else. to be to others what his siblings were to him. that gentle voice that says "you deserve to be cared for, you deserve kindness, you deserve better".

i don't know i'm still working on it akjshdjka

[xxelenorexx]

Please give us more of Bumblebee suffering 🙏🙏

Resigned; B-27, Bumblebee.

Dorthy stepped outside of the room where Thrash was resting after a fairly bad injury. She was a bit frustrated at how loud the scout and the prime were, arguing like a parent and their uncontrolled teenager. However, the more she stepped out to get a better understanding of their bickering, she grew concerned.

“Bumblebee. I had alerted you hours prior that this was an important mission. We needed all hands on deck, and yet despite the announcement ahead of time, you didn’t arrive until the mission was nearly over.” Optimus was trying to prove his point, but he wasn’t doing it with patience like how he normally would.

Truth be told, Optimus’ patience with Bumblebee had completely reached its breaking point after the disaster that occurred, let alone the failure of the entire mission itself. He had tried to be understanding, to gently reprimand him, and yet every time Bee went against him. He rebelled against Optimus’s orders time and time again. Despite making excuses for him, despite trying to maintain his scout’s image, Bee proved the whispers about him right. He proved to Optimus that he was no longer as capable as he once was.

“Primus, Optimus!” Bumblebee’s expression hardened, he was quick to come in with a defense, “I make one lousy mistake and all of a sudden, I’m the worst bot to exist?! I mean- look at yourself! You’re supposed to be the great Prime, yet you’ve made mistakes! You’re acting like you’re the only one who can make mistakes and not be held to it!” Of course, this only added fuel to the fire. The entire point flew over his helm, completely caught in his processor and stuck in his own little world.

Optimus’s optics narrowed at the accusation. He didn’t appreciate it at all. Yes, he’s made mistakes. He may be a prime but he is still a living being, bound to make mistakes despite the standard he’s held to. “Bumblebee, that isn’t the point. Yes! I’ve made mistakes. But that isn’t what I’m trying to tell you. Because of your absence, Thrash was injured! He’s very lucky that it’s nothing severe! You are supposed to protect the Terrans! Not endanger them!” That was an order given to him last year, a protocol he gave to Bumblebee because he trusted his scout with such a task.

However, he didn’t back down. Instead, Bumblebee took a step forward, and what he was about to say would be the last straw, the last ounce of respect that they would have for each other, “YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT US, AND YET MULTIPLE BOTS DIED BECAUSE OF THE MISTAKES YOU’VE MADE!”

The room fell silent. Ironically it was like a drama show. Soft gasps scattered around, some had their mouths open, but the look of pure shock was universal among the base. To hear that come from Bumblebee, it was unexpected. The yellow mech looked up to Optimus so dearly. He knew him the most. He knew his feelings, his guilt. It was a shallow move for him to use that against him. No one said anything due to how sudden it was, but also because truthfully, this wasn’t their fight.

The silence was especially loud from Optimus. He was honestly at a loss of words for a few moments. He stared at Bumblebee, feeling so much yet expressing so little. However, you could see the twinge of guilt in his expression. Not even a prime was immune from hurtful words. Finally, he sighed deeply, and closed his optics momentarily before opening them.

“I’m disappointed. I expected better from you.”

Bumblebee’s hardened expression began to quickly fade, and his strong stance had faltered. His optics flickered wildly, and he took a step back, looking at Optimus with a different kind of hurt that he hasn’t expressed before, or at least in a long time.

I’m disappointed. I expected better from you.

That sentence rang through his audials and into his processor, and it repeated itself over, and over, and over again. The yellow mech’s wings lowered, his gaze reverting downward. Something inside him felt so off. He felt, broken. He felt. He was feeling. What was this feeling? He- he broke protocol. He disobeyed protocol. He failed his protocol. He disappointed his leader, his mentor.

Bee disappointed his father.

Something in Bumblebee’s processor clicked, and no one could tell what was running through his mind, but his systems knew what was running. If he had failed to protect the Terrans, he failed protocol then. And, that means he failed Optimus. And if he failed Optimus, then he failed to be an Autobot. The click in his system was the final line that successfully made him defect as a scout.

He didn’t speak, but Bumblebee’s expressions said everything. His face scrunched up a bit, vision beginning to blur with small amounts of coolant.

You failed.

The obvious sadness only lasted momentarily, as Bumblebee closed his optics, the coolant suppressed itself and when he opened his optics to look back at Optimus, he let out a saddened smile.

“You’re right.” He didn’t come off as strong as he did previously. In fact, his voice became quite soft, timid almost. Bumblebee looked up at Optimus, he slowly took a few steps forward but then walked past the Prime.

He looked down at the keypad and entered his digit to let it scan and give him access to his file in the system.

“I never knew what peace was or is, Optimus…” Bumblebee took a deep vent, “My memories of Cybertron before the war are so distant..blurry. Sometimes I try to fill in those missing memories, but then when I open my eyes, all I see is dust and dirt, fire, the chaos…” he began to say what he should’ve told his mentor long ago. At least now, Bumblebee didn’t have anything to lose saying what was running through his mind.

Bee laughed a little bit, it was weak and filled with sorrow, “I know my midlife crisis gets a good laugh from everyone. I find it funny myself.” He pulled up his profile, “But it isn’t so funny when you look at the picture directly.” He stared at his old picture. His first alt mode. He looked so young, so full of youth in this picture. His soldier days during the early war.

“I was born into this war. Peace was never meant for me. Even though I fought for it beside you, it was never going to fit me. Despite how…terrible the chaos was, that’s all I remember. All I can recall. The death, the fear, the chaos. It’s..haunting. And yet, that was home for me.” Bumblebee started to delete his data one by one from the system, “And…I miss it.” He choked down a broken down sob that came off as a deeply emotional laugh.

Bee watched as his information was wiped from Autobot data from GHOST’S center, not just here but all throughout the different systems. He didn’t leave a trace of himself behind.

“I sound so shitty saying that. I know I do. I sound…insane. How could I say that? Let alone think it? How can I miss that environment? The constant run? I…I can’t even explain it. A sense of comfort of what I was surrounded with for so long? Yeah. Yeah…I guess that’s what you can say in simple terms.” Bee started to eradicate any emergency contacts, his comms, completely ridding of his existence among the Autobots.

“But I can’t lie and say that I don’t miss it. I miss the chaos, the danger. It made me feel fulfilled. It made me useful. It made me into the bot I am today. Bumblebee, Optimus Prime’s head scout. I wore it like a prized badge, it was my pride. My existence is surrounded by war. It’s what bots know me for, what humans know me for. What I’m known for. Without that, without being on the field, what am I? Who is Bumblebee, if he isn’t on the field, being a scout, a soldier?” More began to unravel, he didn’t mean to rant as much as he was right now. But how else could Bumblebee say what was on his mind without reaching into its roots?

“I don’t know who I am. I don’t feel safe being at peace. At least back then, I knew that more was to come. Now there isn’t. I’m scared. I feel like something is going to go wrong. What am I supposed to do now that it’s so quiet? I never liked it to be so quiet before…” The funniest part was that everything had gone wrong, at least to Bee. And there was no fixing it this time. After all, he himself was the cause of it.

“I miss home. I miss being useful, I miss…I miss being your prized scout. And-…I was too afraid to say it, because how could I? Let alone say it to you? After everything you’ve done, everything you’ve sacrificed for us, how could I say that?” Bumblebee turned to face Optimus, his expression was deeply pained, filled and twisted with guilt that seeped through each atom of his metal.

“How could I look you in the eye, and say to the one bot who gave up everything that I miss the chaos?” The irony was how Bumblebee was doing just that. And it made his spark ache so much that he finally managed to do it, underestimating the guilt that was crashing over his entire body.

Bumblebee’s derma quivered just a tad as he spoke again, “And I failed you so miserably…I failed to be your scout. I failed at being an Autobot.”

He reached up to gently touch the symbol over his chassis. Most assumed it was spray paint, but truly it was something that was engraved into Bumblebee both literally and figuratively. He pressed against the symbol, a small click could be heard as the Autobot symbol, the pride of his identity, slipped into his servo and out of his chassis. Leaving behind only a small mark of it that was still left where it stood so proudly for all to see.

“This- this symbol is meant to be hope. Meant to be good, meant to stand for all.” He took Optimus’ servo and opened it, “That isn’t who I am anymore…I’m far from it now.” Bumblebee’s voice dripped with disappointment of himself, but also revealed just how deeply insecure he’s become from the confident, prideful yet humble mech he was before.

The scout placed his Autobot symbol inside the prime’s palm, and then closed it. Optimus felt his entire body go cold at the notion. He knew what was happening, and yet he was in disbelief despite it all happening in front of him.

“Bumblebee-“

He had taken a few steps back from Optimus, he looked so small. He made himself look small, making himself look weaker. Bumblebee kept his helm a little low, his optics remaining locked on the floor for a few moments. Optimus held the symbol in his servo delicately, he didn’t want to crush it by accident, “Bumblebee.” He reached his scout, and finally they made eye contact.

And when they did, the look on Bumblebee’s face would haunt him forever. All Optimus could see was the face of his young scout, the face of the Bee that he first met. Timid and young, nervous, but also sweet. A mech filled with so much spirit. It never faded, it was just hiding itself deep beneath the mask of a soldier, who had to go into the front lines and face death on the run.

Bee slowly turned away, still, their optics remained locked. Bee just smiled, trying to keep it together, “It was an honor being by your side. It was an honor to be your scout…” the emotions started to slip, the mask was cracking, his face twinging with sheer pain.

“It was an honor to be mistaken as your son at times.”

Now the coolant was pooling out of his blue optics that glistened.

“Goodbye, Optimus.”

He turned away, facing his back to Optimus and he started to walk away, his body trembling with each step. Then, his pedes started to pick up, and then the speed started to increase. Walking, turned into jogging, turned into running, and then turned into him transforming into his vehicle mode to speed off, exiting out of their base.

[therobotsarestuckinmyhead]

♡ [TFA] GRIMLOCK HCs!

i wrote this eons ago on ao3 and is one of my first few HCs for this fandom so yay! also where my tfa grimlock fans at???

scenario: you're a nerd stuck with your insufferable excuse of a Space-Bridge Repair Crew on an organic planet and you're the only one happy about it.

— You were a part of Optimus Prime’s space bridge repair crew and ended up being the defenders of the planet called “Earth”, fighting off the Decepticons. Megatron and his goons were causing quite some havoc on this primitive organic planet that you’ve grown attached to.

— Most of the others liked Earth as well. You especially. You were fascinated by its rich history and its numerous organic creatures. It was far more diverse than Cybertron, you hadn’t seen a single planet with so many unique varieties of creatures. More specifically, you grew really fond of Earth’s prehistoric creatures.

— Which is the main reason as to why you felt so enthralled when you first met Grimlock. A cybertronian(?) that was a Tyrannosaurus, you’d read quite a bit on the mighty creature. It was like a dream come true for you in a way given you were about 66 million years too late to see them. it was a nightmare for Optimus who kept getting his skid plate handed to him.

“Me, Grimlock, will crush puny autobots!” His roar shook everything around him. Honestly, you didn’t want to hurt him, he was WAY too cool to get terminated and it's not like you could really do anything against him in the first place. Thankfully, despite how ruthless the T. Rex seemed, you thought that maybe you could reason with him. The fighting against the Dinobots is causing some collateral damage and that human named Fanzone might pop one of his 'blood vessels'.

“But why would you want to do that, Grimlock!?” You shout out to him. Something deep down in your spark told you that maybe, just maybe, Grimlock could be reasoned with. He was a sentient being after all and he did possess some kind of intelligence.

Grimlock turned his snout and walked towards you. The whiplash from his erratic change of movement causes his tail to swing and it swats Optimus back into the stratosphere for the fourth time this solar cycle. He lands with a loud crash, thumping onto the floor backside first and his back shooting up from the pain. Ouch. But currently, you cant bring yourself to focus on Optimus as the gears in your helm turn to somehow get this Bot to calm down.

“Because, puny Autobot...” Grimlock paused, he almost looked confused. “Because, Me, Grimlock… Uhm… Uhhhh…” Grimlock stopped moving and pondered for a second. It was evident he was not very smart and you couldn’t help but frown slightly out of a strange sdndd of concern. This Grimlock character didn’t seem to have any malicious intent. Was he running on instinct? Or... was someone controlling him? If so who? Grimlock certainly didn't look like a criminal mastermind and he most definitely didn't just spawn out of Earth's soil.

Within the time you and the Dinobot took to think, Prowl lunged forward onto Grimlock. “Thanks for distracting him!” This wasn’t what you intended. Prowl tried to throw an attack onto Grimlock only for him to...

— HOLY SCRAP HE CAN BREATHE FIRE. Can this bot get any cooler? Honestly, you were way more mesmerised by him than you should be at this point at this point. He's dangerous but you can't help but marvel at his abilities.

— After your little skirmish with the Dinobots, Commissioner Fanzone presented the idea of melting down the Dinobot for extra parts and that made your spark drop. That was too harsh! For all you know, they were programmed yesterday! Of course they wouldn't understand collateral damage yet. Thankfully, you weren’t the only one who thought Fanzone’s decision was too harsh. Prowl felt bad for them too. Even if Prowl got a few burns here and there...

— So, you, Prowl and Bulkhead secretly team up to save the Dinobots. It was against Optimus’s orders but you didn't care, Optimus could go ahead and suck your shiny metallic-

“Why puny Autobots saving me, Grimlock and Dinobots?” He inquired, his voice laced with an uncharacteristic lack of confidence. Honestly, Grimlock was surprised that you guys were willing to save him and his friends. The King is confused even. Why would you do such a thing even after all the damage he's caused? Even after he nearly sent you and your friends to a long trip to Ratchet's?

You thought for a second, careful about your words.

“Well, cause we care about you! And I personally think that you’re really cool, Grimlock. Besides, I don't think you’re just some mindless brute. ” You replied, whispering out the last part to make sure that Prowl and Bulkhead couldn’t hear you. He might’ve not been bipedal (or so you thought) but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a mecha like you. The thought of being cared for, the thought of being seen as cool was all unfamiliar to the Dinobot— He didn't exactly spend a lot of time on his emotions after being made by the funny looking helm but...

You thought he was cool? And you cared?

Grimlock was speechless, he didn't know what to say or have any idea on what would even be appropriate to say in such a situation. He felt something in his power core, something… that he could only describe as nice. Your words kept ringing in his head but in a pleasant manner. Like a song he didn't want to turn down. Meanwhile you look over to Prowl and Bulkhead, the coast was clear and you lean closer to Grimlock.

“Hey, is it alright if I visit you guys more often?” You ask in secret with a hushed tone, Prowl and Bulkhead seemed to be engaged in some conversation. You didn’t want either of them hearing this knowing they'd reprove.

Grimlock tilted his head slightly and thought about it for a second, contemplating your words and considering it heavily.

“Of course, puny Autobots can visit Grimlock and Dinobots anytime.” He replied in a low, almost soft tone, as if he was somewhat uncertain but willing to give it a try. You couldn’t really make it out as his helm was that of a T-Rex but you swore you saw a smile.

— You had been visiting Grimlock and the gang regularly after missions. None of the other crew was aware of your friendship with Grimlock, Swoop and Sludge. You just told Optimus that you were ‘exploring’, thankfully, the Prime bought it since he's known you to be the curious type but never the reckless kind.

— But Prowl didn’t. Prowl knew damn well what you were doing. He just didn’t want to interfere. It wasn’t hurting anyone so he really didn’t see any reason for interference. However, Prowl was growing concerned about the extensive amount of time you spent on Dinobot Island. And he did often privately vocalise his concerns.

— You were the first to see Grimlock’s bipedal form! This confirmed your previous theory that they might be of Cybertronian descent. However, their biologies remained a mystery considering their frames weren’t built with the usual minerals and metals Cybertronians were made out of. Maybe they were the result of Sari’s Allspark key? Either way, it narrowed the possibilities. You have a datapad dedicated to figuring out the origins of the Dinobots.

— You taught Grimlock, Swoop and Sludge about Cybertron and how you were from there. You told them stories that they greatly enjoyed. Grimlock loves your stories and hearing about your life. You told him what a spark was, some of the things you told him did confuse him but he would just nod and pretend to understand while the other two look at you blankly.

— After two or three days, Grimlock will eventually reach the grimm conclusion [ba-dum tiss] that he wants to be with you after you told him what romance is and what love was. He'd always felt it but never knew how to label it. But his pride makes him feel embarrassed that a puny, tiny Autobot wiggled their way into his spark.

— Grimlock prefers to hang out with you in his T. Rex as it allows him to carry you on his back as he roams around the island and talk. Scaring the local wildlife and laughing at the way they run away while you glare at him for a moment. He doesn’t get why you don't find it funny!

— Now, Grimlock isn’t the best conversationalist out there but he is a good listener. He will listen and give his own commentary. Sometimes you rant about Bumblebee being stupid or how you fucked up. He honestly doesn’t have much to say as he’s confined to Dinobot island, nothing’s really going on in his life.

— Grimlock can be a real asshole. He will tease and joke about you, this happens mostly because he doesn’t get how to express love. Grimlock gained sentience like three days ago, give him a break. He really isn’t ready for such complex emotions, he’s brutally blunt and doesn’t usually care how blunt he is. So he will end up coming off as insensitive. He's new to this relationship stuff!

— He will try to find some other way to annoy you if you tell him that his teasing is annoying or if you don’t like it. Grimlock is smug.

— The second he sees your drooping expression in response to his words of mockery, he will freeze. Grimlock was just being playful! He didn’t mean to make you sad! He doesn't understand the weight of his words and he's still new to empathy.

— Grimlock will laugh at your fuck ups. He will laugh at anyone and everyone’s fuck ups. You’re no exception unfortunately. Grimlock would fearlessly laugh in the face of Primus without any hesitation. He’s just that kind of bot. He does not give a fuck. He doesn’t know how to hold back a laugh either

— It should be noted that his sense of humor can be bubbled down to Tom and Jerry or Oggy And The Cockroaches. He's immature. People accidentally hurting themselves, childish irony and bad puns make him laugh out loud. He would watch children's cartoons and laugh at them but then immediately smolder and stop laughing when Sari tells him that they're for children. Now he doesn't want to watch them. He cannot fathom higher forms of comedy like sarcasm, he will try to get it but it just doesn't tickle his funny bone..

— He’s a tsundere. Big fucking tsundere. But instead of blushing like an anime girl, Grim just grunts and his voice goes in a slightly higher pitch. He does get all nervous like an anime girl though. You can see him blush slightly if you look really closely onto his faceplates when he’s in his bipedal form, what really gives it away is his click of his cooling fans and the not so subtle steam from his vents.

— Despite his tsundere nature, Grimlock will do whatever you want him to. Grimlock is a simp (we saw that in the Blackarachnia ep), no questions asked. He will not hesitate to do whatever you want him to. Especially if he’s fallen for you hard.

— If you tease him back, he will pout and protest. Won’t admit it but he likes being commanded around by you. Grimlock can be really adorable without ever realizing it. Wait. Did you call him… adorable? Are you falling for a fragging metal dinosaur? Tch. Tch. Tch. What would the others think?

— The first sign that shows that Grimlock is deeply in love with you, is that he stops referring to you as ‘puny Autobot’ or by your alt. mode with robot as a suffix but rather by your name. 'Car robot', 'truck robot', 'jet robot'... depends on your alternate mode but he will stop calling you that.

— Grimlock, unlike Predaking, has no restraint when it comes to jealousy. He will openly fling himself onto Swoop or Sludge if they are taking too much of your time and attention away from Grimlock. You’re unaware that the conflict is because of you, you just think that Grimlock has some weird spontaneous battle instinct. You look clueless and confused, trying your best to diffuse the situation if it's getting out of hand. You wouldn’t be surprised, Grimlock and the others do have play-fights with each other. And when they do, you always cheer for Grim

— He hates that you can’t spend all the time you have with Grimlock here on Dinobot island. Grimlock desperately wants to spend more time with you. he kinda wishes that you were also a Dinobot, he hates knowing that you spend more time with the others.

— Sludge and Swoop are completely aware of Grim’s huge crush on you but they shut up about it knowing that Grimlock would throw them into the sea if they ever revealed it. But they do tease him. A lot. It would go like "Hey, [name] ! Did you know that Grim has a-" *ding* *ding*, Grimlock has KOed the opponent!. Flying punch to their faceplates in his bipedal.

— You were also quite attached to Grimlock which is why, when you ventured to the island and saw Meltdown, you quickly informed Prowl all panicked.

— Grimlock seethes with jealousy knowing that you’re under the command of Optimus and not him. He constantly tries to put up displays of strength by lifting up stuff like boulders or heavy weighing items or heck, you to show you how much cooler he is than Optimus. Honestly, he just hates Optimus. Optimus does not understand why Grimlock dislikes him so much when the two meet up once again because of Meltdown. Once Meltdown was defeated, an terribly embarrassing exchange of words took place.

“Listen, Grimlock, I don't understand why you don’t like me. If it's about-” Grimlock rudely cuts off a stern and angry Optimus. “No! Me, Grimlock don’t like you not because you put Grimlock and friends into cement!” He snarled, irritated. Grimlock was easily annoyed and the way Prime was so persistent on an answer bothered him. You, Prowl, Sentinel and the rest of the Dinobots went silent as all of you watched this exchange.

The tension withered away as awkwardness crept into the empty space left for words as the T. Rex figured out what to say next, a hint of vulnerability as he looked down, trying to articulate what was on his processor. Grimlock switched to his bipedal form, facing away from you and Optimus. Optimus looked confused, very confused. He was almost certain that was the reason.

“Well, then… Why do you hate me?”

Grimlock grumbles something, incomprehensible to Optimus which makes Optimus' temper flare, he's in a bad mood and the Prime only just wants to resolve this mystery dispute he has with Grimlock and he doesn't even have the slightest clue over what Grimlock is being so aggressive over. “Come on, Grimlock! I can’t do anything if you don’t tell me what’s wrong!” He exclaimed with a hint of exasperation, the Prime was extremely frustrated. Optimus wanted to right whatever wrongs he did to Grimlock, he’s certain that Grimlock could prove to be a powerful and useful ally, given how he helped out with tackling Metldown. Only if he weren’t such a difficult mech!

“You have what Grimlock wants.” He speaks, hesitant. His tone was low and uncharacteristically soft, almost as if he was embarrassed.

”Well, what do you want?” Optimus asks, completely dumbfounded now. He questioned if Grimlock even had the capacity to have interests other than wrecking things and fighting. What could he possibly have that Grimlock would want? Was it oil? Energon?

“Grimlock wants… Grimlock likes…” He’s simply too embarrassed to say it out loud, his optics fixated on the ground as if he was some overgrown sparkling. He sighs and lifts a single digit, pointing at you. Helm to the floor as his faceplates are practically on fire, steam puffing from his vents as his dermas are pursed into a thin line.

“...”

“Pfft- reall- OW.” Prowl bonked Sentinel’s head.

— After the whole extremely awkward confession, Optimus agreed to let you hang out more often on Dinobot Island but now the aura between you and Grimlock is also extremely awkward. Bumblebee is teasing you. Sentinel on the other hand thinks its pathetic, he isn’t even a proper Cybertronian for Primus’ sake. Prowl isn't sure how to feel and Bulkhead is sort of supportive? He thinks it's sweet.

You and Grimlock were sitting on the floor, Grimlock was in his bipedal form with his legs crossed, you sat in a similar posture next to him, both of your optics averted from one another as you stare into the grassy ground below you.

“…” Grimlock began as he leaned close towards you. “Me, Grimlock, am sorry for…”

You cut him off as you hesitantly turn towards him. “You don’t need to be sorry for anything, Grim.”

You cupped his helm between your servos and he's frozen, you've never really touched him so tenderly but he immediately loves it. “I… kinda like you too.” You muttered out with embarrassment, your own faceplates on fire as you look away for a moment.

Grimlock felt like the happiest mech alive at that moment, his faceplates flushed and his jaw slightly parted as his optics went wide, of course you wouldn’t notice his optics due to his visor. You know what, maybe truck robot isn’t so bad after all.

— Grimlock lets you hold his flame sword but he’s extremely cautious about the whole thing to make sure that his sword doesn’t even bring the slightest harm to you. Grimlock doesn't want you hurt. He cares deeply about you.

— Grimlock is the type of guy to try and fight the sun if you start complaining about how hot it is. He might not look like it but he’s willing to go across the universe for you.

— One time, you caressed his helm when he was in bipedal form and his head literally caught on fire. You were extremely concerned after that. Grimlock had to convince you that it was a natural response to affectionate touch.

— The thing Grimlock likes the most about you is the way that you treat him. Everyone else treats him like an idiot, even his fellow Dinobots sometimes but you don’t see him as a brainless brute. You treat him with patience and respect and that makes him swoon.

— He will give you rides on his back in T. Rex mode.

— Grimlock is a huge cuddle bug. He craves your physical touch and affection and attention constantly. Grimlock can be real childish some(most)times.

— If you won’t give him the attention he so desperately craves for, he will just loom over you and follow you around in his alt. mode until you do. He’s like a puppy but a really stubborn one. He demands your attention. He will even swoop you up into his servos at one point with pleading optics.

— If you threw something, Grimlock will fetch it for you out of pure impulse. Running after it in his T Rex alternate and walking back to you in bipedal with the item in his servos. As I mentioned before, he’s like an over-grown puppy that can breathe fire.

—When it comes to romance, Grimlock is probably one of the most coy mechs out there. Grimlock tries to be stoic but it doesn’t work, he falls apart fast. Simplest words of affection like “I love you.” or “I missed you.” is enough for him to go from confident to shy in an instant. Interfacing would probably kill him from embarrassment.

— But once he gets used to your words (which he will at some point), he will just be incredibly smug about it. Like you missed him? Hah! Of course you would! He's the Grimlock. There's a lot to miss about him.

— Grimlock adores rubs, neck scratches and just being caressed in any way. He hates getting tickled though. Grimlock is really ticklish and you have used that to your advantage on multiple occasions.

— Grimlock loves it when you fawn over how cool he is and he will get jealous of whoever else you find really cool, the poor bots that are on your ‘cool people’ list are the sworn enemies of Grimlock. They are his tackling practice dummies.

— P r a i s e t h e m i g h t y G r i m l o c k. Feed his ego and tell him how amazing he is. He will be cocky afterwards so brace yourself for the consequences. The other dinobots will damn you for that because now they have to put up with an even more ego inflated Grimlock.

— He might not say it outright but he’s actually sort of embarrassed at his way of speech. Grimlock just doesn’t know how to speak outside of in third person and he won’t show it but he’s sort of insecure about it. He’s insecure about lots of things and he needs your constant reassurance. Grimlock is well aware that everyone thinks that he’s just a big dumb brute and he doesn’t want you of all people to think so about him. He usually doesn’t care about what other’s think but what you think means the world to him.

— He’s a sucker for headpats.

— Since he can breathe fire, sometimes he takes the liberty of being a walking talking heater. You rest on his chassis, face against his chest as he warms himself up and the two of you drift off into recharge.

— He will get all flustered over the smallest bits of affection. Yes, even hand-holding. Holding each other’s servos is probably his favourite thing to do with you. Yours are very nice to hold onto and he likes how it feels to have your digits intertwined. He loves you servos in general because you use them to touch him.

— One time, you smothered Grimlock’s faceplates in kisses while you sat on his lap and his whole frame went rigid. He swore that he almost passed out from overheating. The confident leader of the Dinobots turned into a stuttering mess. Just don’t do it in front of the others... please.

— Grimlock pretends to hate pet names but he actually kind of likes them. Its a love-hate relationship.

— Grimlock loves it when you bring back things for him from your missions. He revels knowing the fact that he’s always on your mind. His favourite things you bring back for him are probably the weird dinosaur keychains. Grimlock is flattered that the humans make merchandising of him and it sort of makes him more chill around humans.

— Now, the love of his life is an Autobot who’s here on Earth to take care of the Decepticon pest so naturally you have to engage in the field and he won’t say it but he’s worried. You’re so puny and small... the Decepticons are so much more deadly! He knew that especially since Megatron basically made him. Speaking of which, you came to learn you were dating the enemy’s technical ‘son’. You didn’t know how to feel about that.

— Speaking of Decepticons, he will without hesitation tackle down a Decepticon if they are a treat to your life in any way whatsoever with Swoop and Snarl joining in. They will literally jump the Decepticon which ends up giving the rest of you time to prepare yourselves.

— Grimlock will gladly accompany you on a mission if you ask him to tag along. Him falling for you has made him far more complacent with the Autobots as a whole so Optimus is a bit more approving of your relationship. You're like Cybertron's ambassador to Dinobot island.

— You had to introduce him and the rest of the Dinobots to hygiene. Like, none of them cleaned themselves until you came along.

— He really really really loves you, he’s your number one simp and fanboy. If anyone insults or makes jokes about you when he’s around, he will start a fight. Only Grimlock is allowed to tease you. Bumblebee once joked about how shitty your aim was when Grimlock was present and Grimlock began rambling on in grammatically broken sentences that would’ve made any English teacher’s head explode about how amazing you are then and there. Anime fans can’t compare to the way he defends you from such horrendous accusations.

— You’re probably the only person who’s able to make Grimlock form a sentence without using less than fifteen words.

— Grimlock love love love loves when you come to him for protection from something. He loves knowing that you rely on him and yes, he will be smug about it. He’s just like that.

— In private, he will be slightly bolder and give you soft chaste kisses on your faceplates.

— Rest of the crew teases the fuck out of the two of you, except Ratchet. Sentinel is on your case 24/7 and Optimus… doesn’t know how to feel about it. On one hand, your relationship is cute and helps repair his and Grimlock’s weird enemy-friendship but on the other hand… It's Grimlock. He’s like the most arrogant mech the Prime has ever met. Bumblebee calls you a ‘Xenophile’ as a joke while Sari teases you, asking you where your dinosaur boyfriend is (you had to do research to understand what a boyfriend was). Prowl is like 'i know what kind of bot you are' with a knowing smile and Bulkhead is lowkey very chill about it, he's given you his thumbs-up.

— This mech is willing to give you his life. He really loves and cherishes you. Grimlock is a good boyfriend. For a ruthless fighting machine. Golden retriever but really possessive.

also, if it does interest anyone, a friend of mine decided to use these HCs to make a fanfic series on ao3! please check it out, it's titled Dino Lover!

[revelboo]

Me missing Pharma, we are now his therapy human but we just there for the robot tea ☕

Pretty much

Pulp Fiction Pt 7

Pharma x Reader

• “So,” you begin and he glances down at you tucked into the crook of his arm, looking up at him. And you hold your arms up across your chest so your little hands extend past your shoulders. “Can you fly? Those are wings, right?” Smiling despite himself as his wing panels flare out under your attention and why wouldn’t you appreciate his form. Primitive organic or not, you obviously have taste.

• “Of course, I can fly,” he says, chin lifting and you make a mental note. Apparently he’s as proud of that as he is of his medical skills. “There’s nothing quite like it. Makes me almost pity the ground bound.” And there’s the ego. “Though at least a vehicle alt mode of some sort is better than some others,” he adds, optics sliding and you go still spotting the other mech headed your way. Hear the stranger growl something that seems to be directed at you and given the way his lip curls, probably uncomplimentary. As he passes, Pharma vents. “Poor Ambulon. Did you know his alt mode is a leg?”

• “Alt mode?” You ask and he shakes his head. Keeps forgetting you’re as ignorant as a sparkling, asking so many stupid questions. Though given Ambulon’s disgust about a “dirty little organic bringing their dirty organic germs into the Medbay,” he’s much less inclined to leave you in his habsuite just to irritate the other bot. You’re certainly not dirty. He’d washed you himself that morning even though you’d fought him until finally giving up and being good. So fussy about being stripped of those coverings, though it had been interesting to map out your anatomy. To find out how similar you are to a Cybertronian in form.

• “I forget you little things are stuck like that. Must be tedious. We transform,” he says, sounding very much like he’s bragging while also managing to sound condescending. You need him, your life depends on him. Just keep reminding yourself of that. So he can become some kind of jet, you guess. That little one had sported something like tires. And the one that doesn’t like you becomes… a leg? Just a leg. Trying to imagine in what situation that would be useful, you come up blank.

• “How does that work? A leg by itself?” Wing panels flicking at your question, because you are smarter than you look, he reaches to rub under your chin and you lay a little palm on him. Leaning back into his chassis.

• “About as well as you’d imagine. I think it was a failed attempt to create a combiner. He thinks the file is sealed,” he says with a laugh. “As if I wouldn’t know.” The impression you’ve gotten is that he’s in charge here. Makes you almost feel sorry for the other two, because you’re certain he treats them only marginally better than he treats you, though he’s been more affectionate since you started flattering him and asking questions. You’re almost certain under the bluster, he’s lonely. Definitely stressed about something, you’ve seen him stay up late making notes and muttering to himself in his own language. Sometimes he doesn’t recharge at all.

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[quibbs126]

So I finally went and drew something proper, and it’s more X stuff

I was having a lot of trouble coming up with anything to draw yesterday, and eventually I just settled on some AU drawings since At least I can draw them easily. But I wasn’t able to fully get around to it yesterday so I pretty much just ended up drawing it today

It’s pretty much just various Megatrons, that I later on ended up tying with his smiles (and the blue text which is Optimus’ opinions on them)

Honestly I don’t think the drawings are half bad, outside of maybe Optimus. When I drew him, I wasn’t really sure what to draw after making the first two, so I went with something related to the things I was making

I haven’t really made much new content on this AU because I really don’t know what to do for it. After I made my PowerPoint and saw how much I was missing, I just sort of stopped because I didn’t know how to fix the issues, and just making more characters wasn’t going to fix it

With this, I have some new ideas, but they’re really just expansions on Megatron’s character and relationships with Optimus and a bit on Kiloton too, not much lore wise

But okay, let's start. I ended up putting the opinions in the art itself, so I don't really need to reiterate them here, but these thoughts from Optimus are just supposed to show some more of how he sees Megatron, particularly in his smiles

If you were to ask Optimus what his favorite smile of Megatron's is, and you assured him Megatron would not hear any of this, he'd probably admit that he finds his crazed heat of battle smile really hot. Like it does something to him the others don't. But he also very much enjoys his softer smiles, because he likes seeing Megatron genuinely happy. So, while it is not the one that does the most for him, his soft smile is probably his favorite for the reason that it's Megatron's favorite

Moving onto Megatron, I think I mentioned something in his bio about him being aggressive off field, which I'm kind of keeping as true, but not as in a mean sort of aggressive, he's just very...okay I don't actually know what the words I'm looking for are. But in my mind, he channels a lot of Earthspark Megs, albeit not nearly as old and with significantly less war crimes

He very much enjoys sparring and fights in general, they do excite him. But he also gets self-conscious about his passion in the battlefield, because he doesn't want to be reminded of his old violent self or potentially bring it back to the surface more than he already does. That's why his smiles of genuine happiness outside of the battlefield are his favorite, because they prove to himself that he is more than a war machine pretending to be something he isn't

Also, while in the process of thinking about what to draw while out today, I was able to come up with more about Megatron and Kiloton, and specifically more surrounding the events that led to Kiloton's death

I'm thinking that Kiloton, while being a caring bot and wanting to see the best in people, had a deep hatred for the Destron Virus (oh by the way, it has a name now. I don't know if I told you before) for tearing Cybertron and its people apart by forcing bots to turn against each other. And while he doesn't necessarily blame the infected bots so much, he knows they can't help it, he despises whoever created and first spread the virus and wants them dead, as well as non-infected bots who use this solely for their own personal gain

If he was part of the Autobots, it was solely because Megatron wanted to join and because Kilo wanted to help keep him safe

And then around the time of his death, during some big mission or other, he somehow (idk how) finds himself faced with the Decepticon leader (though he might not know at the time), who reveals to him that the one who caused this virus was none other than Megatron. Now Kilo is most likely not given the full situation, namely that Megatron himself doesn't know this information or that he isn't the true root of it all, this was more likely done to get Kiloton at odds with Megatron so that they would fight, since Kilo and Megatron were very close. But Kiloton is absolutely furious at this, once he gets it confirmed that this is indeed the truth, feeling utterly betrayed by the bot he loved. He was also probably infected with the virus at this point, making his anger even more pronounced

And then the confrontation between Megatron and Kiloton happened, with Kiloton wanting Megatron dead for what he's done, and Megatron not understanding, but realizing Kilo is infected and that he'll have to fight him to protect himself, but only wanting to knock him out and detain him. Megatron also thinks this secret Kiloton is so angry at him for is that he lied about being infected, which he admits is true, though he doesn't say specifically that this was what he was admitting, and Kilo thus thinks he's admitting to his involvement with the spread of the virus

Then during the ensuing fight, in a moment of pure instinct and complete accident, Megatron shoots Kiloton fatally, leading to his death, and in Kilo's final moments, he still hates Megatron for what he did. Also in these moments, some of Kilo's final words implies to Megatron that what he was mad at him for wasn't his infection but something else, but by the time he realized, Kilo was already dead

Megatron feels horrible about his death for a multitude of reasons. First off, the obvious point of him killing his lover, that's going to put a damper on things. But it's also because Kiloton's death was entirely unnecessary; while he put up way more of a fight than anyone would have expected from him, he was not dangerous enough that death was the only option, he very easily could have just been detained. But Megatron killed him anyways. And even if it was an accident and he never meant to kill him, it made him more scared of his old self, thinking that maybe it's just in his nature to destroy, as it was his battle instincts that led to him shooting Kiloton, thus reinforcing that idea in his mind that he is nothing more than a killing machine. And on top of all that, he'll never know what it was that made Kiloton so angry with him in that battle, because he knows now that it wasn't his infection. But Kiloton's dead, so he'll never know (well he will find out the truth later, but this is his perspective after the fact)

While in current day he and Optimus are together, it took a long time and a lot of comforting and reassurance, a good chunk of it from Optimus himself, for him to get over what happened and to try and move on from Kiloton

And also with this I realize I need to expand more on Megatron and Optimus' relationship and what it means to them and why they're together

I can at least say that I don't think, provided Kiloton had lived or the circumstances around his death had never happened, that Kilton and Megatron's relationship would have lasted the way Optimus and Megatron's is supposed to

It's not that they didn't love and cherish each other, but it's the fact of the virus and Megatron's involvement in it. In the scenario where Kiloton had lived and said what he knew to the other Autobots, while he would have found out that Megatron legitimately didn't know about it, and thought he was admitting to something far lesser, he still wouldn't have entirely forgiven him for his involvement in this mess, and would probably still feel hurt at the betrayal of Megatron not telling him about his infection as well, even if it is the lesser of things. And Megatron would have been soul crushed by the revelation of his involvement as well, probably also because the bot he loves and the first to show him kindness now resents him for it all. And even if none of that happened and the truth came out to everyone at the intended time it's supposed to, Kilo would still have some resentment for Megatron in this instance. And even if Kilo eventually forgave Megatron because he genuinely didn't know and it wasn't really his fault, their relationship would never be what it once was after this

Meanwhile with Optimus, when this information gets learned, he's supposed to be there with Megatron when he finds out, knowing the entire time that Megatron didn't know. And while he'd still be hurt that Megatron didn't trust him with the knowledge of his infection, it wouldn't be relationship breaking because he knows Megatron has felt guilty about this, and he's admitted to Optimus that he has a secret that he's scared to tell Optimus of, this being it. And it kind of pales in comparison to the bombshell that just dropped on Megatron at this moment. Optimus is actually the one to try and get Megatron out of the meltdown this leads to, by assuring him that this was never his fault, and he knows that Megatron wants to be a good person and is not defined by his origins

And with that, I'm not sure I have much else I've come up with. Like I said, I need more on Megatron and Optimus, but I do at least have some things here

And I think that about wraps up all the relevant stuff I have here. Not sure what I'll draw next, hopefully AU related

I do have two sort of ideas, namely drawing them with hair because the Mega Man characters have hair and I just want to, and also making a megop kid here because it's been an idea in my head, and I want to. Granted that latter option might still need to wait until later, I think I need to make more before I get ahead of myself. So probably the hair thing then

But I want to name them Convoy, since you know, that name isn't really being used here and I can

Anyways yeah, that's about it

[cyberrose2001]

Life in Metallic, It's Fantastic - Part 1/2

TFA Arcee x gn!human!reader x Ratchet

whoa, it's an x-reader pairing I've been wanting to write for a really long time whoa... this one is also for @robot-horde, since we both share the same desire to be a sugar baby for these two old folks. part 2 will be smut so watch out for that!

Warnings: Sugar Dating, Size Difference, Xenophillia, Alcohol Mention, Fluff

Word Count: 1,513

"Ya look lovely, sweetspark. Don't you worry about it." Ratchet stops just by the doors of the bar? Club? Who knows. All you've been told is that your partners are very well-known here. It's clear when the bouncer only gives him and Arcee a nod, but not without a curious glance towards you, allowing passage past the lineup of bots itching to get in.

"Yeah, pumpkin," Arcee loops an arm around Ratchets, tugging him closer, "If I were to place any bets, you're gonna be the prime article here tonight."

And the prime article you are. Sitting on Ratchet's shoulder closest to Arcee, you're bound to get noticed sooner or later, especially with this rather tight-fitting double-slit dress. Adorned with glittering accessories to compliment. You don't even want to know how much Shanix both forked out for you.

"You think so?" You blush, brushing your lap nervously with your hands. Suddenly, one of the seams of your dress looks really interesting, "Surely not; I'm hardly on anyone's radar in that regard. If anything, I stick out like a sore thumb."

"A sore thumb, you say?" Ratchet turns his helm with a playful look in his optics, "Kid, if there's somethin' you need to know about this place, it's that it's crammed full of bots who would pluck you from our servos and whisk you away if given a chance."

"Honey!" Arcee nudges him softly before quirking an optic ridge when he laughs. She ignores him, gently picking you up from his shoulder, "Don't worry, sweetie, that will never happen here. You're safe with us."

Your confused look is noticeable, now sitting in Arcee's comfortable servo. Surely, he was joking. In a whole club full of Cybertonians far more grand and gorgeous than you, you're finding it hard to believe that you're eye candy. You feel more like the piece of old gum stuck under somebots pede. Mildly noticeable, yet no one wants to touch it. Perhaps that's why the bouncer was looking at you weirdly. You're too... bizarre-looking.

Then again, you've become a human sugar baby for two Cybertronians. Quite famous ones at that. If anything, that would seem stranger to anyone who even thinks about this kind of interspecies relationship for even a second.

Approaching the bar, Ratchet greets the bartender and asks to open a tab. He turns to Arcee, leaning against the bar, "A drink for my sweet?"

"A quart of Visco, please, honey," Arcee looks to you, a seldom frown on her faceplate, "I'm sorry there's nothing here for you to drink, sweetspark. The bots may not discriminate, but the bar does."

"It's alright, I don't mind." You lean into her thumb, nuzzling it with your face, "I'm here with the two best partners I could ever ask for; that's all that matters."

Arcee's sympathetic frown turns into a soft grin, her thumb pressing lovingly against your cheek, "You're too cute."

"They sure are," A gruff voice comes from behind you both. Turning around, a small crowd of bots of varying shapes and sizes have formed, "For an organic. What species are they?"

You feel the blood drain from your face, mouth slightly agape as you're eyeballed head to toe with multiple sets of optics. You almost feel like looking around to double-check that they're talking to you. Arcee, who looks like she's about to secretly enjoy this, gives you another soft nudge before engaging them.

"Oh! They're a human." Arcee begins, gently curling her digits around you, "Native to Earth. Tiny 'lil planet, with equally tiny beings."

Mutters and whispers ensue between them, and you suddenly feel very tiny. They're definitely talking about you. Deciding to go non-verbal for a moment, you let Arcee converse with them, holding onto her thumb for a bit of comfort.

"Alright, here's yer visco," a familiar voice returns, making you sigh in relief as Ratchet interrupts her, handing her the glass filled with the alluring, glowing liquid. He sees the crowd of bots, a slight smirk playing on his dermas, "Excuse me for a moment, young bots."

You turn to face him. Instead, you're slightly taken aback as he leans down to your ear, "I got ya somethin' sweetspark," pulling back slightly, he presses a cold can of coke into your hands, "Hope ya like it," He then presses a quick kiss to your cheek, as you're staring down the can of coke.

"Ratchet, how-" You babble, struggling to find the words. You haven't had something as simple as a can of coke in a long time, "How did you get this?"

"I've got my ways," Ratchet stands upright again and shoots you a wink, which hits directly to your core. He turns towards the group again, eyeing off the starving bots, "Looks like we have an audience."

You turn back and see dumbfounded looks on their faceplates. Some stared in awe, and some blushed profusely. You find yourself blushing at the attention, too, taking a swig of your coke to distract yourself.

"So, Ratchet, Arcee. How'd you pick up something so cute?" A bot tilts their helm curiously, optics wandering down your figure to the slit of your dress, which has hiked itself up your thigh considerably, "If I had somethin' that pretty hanging off me, well, I'd be the happiest bot on Cybertron."

The pair of optics subconsciously causes your hands to reach for the dress; however, Ratchet nudges your hand away and fixes your dress for you, and you fight the urge to blush as his fingertips graze over your skin a bit too slowly. At that touch, he deems it's his turn to hold you and picks you up to sit on his shoulder as he rattles off your origin story, wrapping a loving arm around Arcees' waist.

"They get everything they want, don't cha Sweetspark? 'Course, there are the essential items required to please 'em, like clean water, organic food, soft furnishings, all that sorta stuff. Had ta get them imported from Earth."

The bots nod like they're taking mental notes. They ask questions about you indirectly, which makes you feel like you truly are an untouchable exotic show pet. You're still unsure about how you feel. Still, the unexpected attention and praise from these strangers, who are positively gushing over you, start to make you feel all warm and fuzzy. They're not recoiling in disgust, as you thought they would; they're genuinely intrigued and yearning for something like you. And the way Ratchet and Arcee talk about you so lovingly and carefully gives you major butterflies.

You sip your drink patiently as the conversation goes on for what seems like an hour, and eventually end up leaning on Ratchets' helm, to which the bots all immediately coo. You shy away, not entirely expecting that reaction from just leaning on Ratchet.

"Aww, just look at them! They look so cute when they're all affectionate like that."

"I have to get myself one; I bet they're nice and warm to cuddle with."

Arcee chuckles when she sees you, "Yeah, they certainly are," she gives Ratchet a knowing look, believing you to be a bit over the crowd, "Though, I think they're getting a bit tired; they're not used to this much attention all at once."

"Yeap, I think so. It's getting late, anyhow. I apologise, folks; humans need adequate rest to function properly," Ratchet scoops you up and seats you on his servo, placing your empty can on the bar. "C'mon, sweet thing, let's head home."

Both Arcee and Ratchet bid their farewells to the group of bots, who longingly wave back. Ratchet pays the tab and nods a quick thank you. He grips onto Arcees' servo as they weave through dancing patrons and drunk locals towards the exit. They nod to security, and the doors open to a cool night. Ratchet holds you a little tighter to keep you from shivering.

Contrary to what your lovers said, you weren't really that tired. You softly pat on Ratchets' chassis, and he looks down with those soft, weary optics.

"You could've stayed; you were both having a good time."

Ratchet glances at Arcee, who also smiles down at you, "Ya looked tired, didn't wanna wear you out on your first night out in Cybertron."

"Yeah, hun. Besides," Arcee moves in to pinch your cheek softly, to which you giggle softly, "All that talk of your squishiness really made me wanna get out of there and love all up on you."

You flutter your eyes shut as you feel Ratchet pet and ruffle your hair with his thumb. You can't believe how lucky you are. To be on a foreign planet where the epitome of beauty is chrome, you feel like gold. To have two wonderful and loving partners who love you for who you are, even when you feel so small, who treat you right when no one else would. You've certainly hit the jackpot in life, and nothing could convince you otherwise. You smile warmly to yourself, leaning into his chassis as they begin their stroll towards home.