#object caused tf

[multiplicationdivision]

Procrastinator’s Delight

“I have so much shit to do bro” Robbie whined, planting himself down by his buddy, Omar. The man was as oddly comfy as ever, thick sweatshirt and oven physiology. Like a personal toasty pillow.

“Aw is the little baby crying because he hasn’t done his job all week” Omar pouted at him, no sympathy in his eyes. It was true if not a little rude. Not like the guy had any room to talk, he and Omar had been doing jack shit together all week.

“Work sucks man. It just me out there and its fucking back breaking. Screw me for not wanting to pour concrete and weld rebar in the middle of hell’s asshole”.

“There are other jobs you know. Could come work for me”

Yeah, like that was a good idea. Omar was ruthlessly bad at his “business ventures”. The man found money somehow, but the beginning and end of his schemes were always suspicious. Lucrative maybe, but a bit too risky for his take.

“Nah I’m cool my guy. Appreciate it honestly, but I just want to complain about this shit.”, Robbie buried himself in his best friend’s thick hoodie, trying to escape reality. Maybe he shouldn’t have slacked off so much this week.

“Well dread later dipshit, I actually wanted to watch my movie, not an hour-long fest on the failures of responsibility”

“Sorry, its just I literally can’t do everything I need to do”, Robbie tried complaining again, fueled by his actual anxiety and the need to fuck with his friend.

“Yeah yeah, pay attention. Important X-men shit going on in the screen right now. Are your problems bigger than wolverine’s abs? Unlikely”

“Wolverine doesn’t need to operate a four-wheeler whilst curing a foot of concrete at the same time as lying my ass off to my boss in a day. Wish I had like two of me”

That last part of his complaint shook Omar. Shook him in the way that only weird suspicious ventures Omar could be shaken.

Robbie knew he would need to full on pester the man.

“You got time in your schedule to help out good buddy?” he demanded to an Omar decidedly not looking at him. It was the face of a man he could crack, subtly twitching.

“Nah, you know I’m not fit for heavy labor like that.” Omar said again, face trained to not break. It was far too stiff, a perfect sign. Robbie could always count on his living get-out-of-jail-free card.

“Yeah, I figured not. What shit do you really have for your suffering pal, Omar”

Omar gave up immediately with a long-defeated sigh, because the two always did that. Too much codependency ran through these two for them not to give in immediately. Unhealthy probably, as all codependency was, but useful at times like this.

He turned his head to face Robbie directly in the eyes, serious brown eyes to Robbie’s own desperate pair.

“You have to promise me you won’t go crazy”

“So you just point that thing at me?” Robbie said, hesitant of Omar’s strange remote. Just looked like any normal remote, for a tv or something.

Omar nodded, switching on a power button on the side of the device. A light on the top of it flickered blue, in a way that was expected for a remote. All signs pointed to this being a prank, but Robbie trusted this man and his bullshit with his life.

“So what does it do anyways. Would be more reassuring to know if its going to drug me or hyper caffeinate me. Probably wouldn’t help with the job shit you know” he asked hesitantly, watching as Omar mimed firing the remote like a gun.

“Definitely not a gun. Trust me.”, he said, pointing with one eye closed as he aimed. The blue light flickered on and off weakly.

A part of Robbie really hoped this was a prank. He should probably stop being so reliant on his friend and his weird garbage.

“Ready?” Omar asked, finger on whatever button would start this shit. Poised to likely disintegrate him. That would be one way of getting out of work

Robbie inhaled slowly and untensed himself.

“Ready”

Some part of Robbie expected a blast or a boom of some sort. An earthshaking sound to accompany his anxiety.

Instead, he got a light thump on the ground beside him.

He turned his head.

A man stood there.

He was Hispanic, with a light stubble. A short haircut and a ball cap. A cheap shirt just like the one he’d put on earlier today. A pair of joggers that still had a stain from his morning, not as cleaned off as he’d thought he’d gotten.

An absolute mirror, but not exactly. This man seemed like he’d popped just out of thin air and appeared unbalanced from the slight drop. Robbie reached out to steady him as if it was second nature.

The mirror smiled at him and he felt himself smile in turn.

Two Robbies turned to Omar with absolute elated joy.

“HOLY SHIT OMAR”

“HOLY SHIT OMAR”

The two Robbies got dressed as Omar snored on the couch.

They’d been lucky they’d had two clean company jackets. Whatever technology was put into their make was all that kept them from baking in the sun. They would be spending ages in the sun today.

Robbie tossed a pair of sneakers to his double as the other tossed him some socks in turn. This whole morning and all of last night had felt like that. Robbie would toss a couple eggs in the pan as his better half would put on the coffee.

It was addicting existing like this.

Even last night had been spectacular. Twin Robbies gaming together whilst Omar randomly cheered either on. Stalemates all throughout the night, escalating from video games to trivia to rock paper scissors. Omar ate the ridiculousness of their synchrony up, cackling at every little shtick they did.

Man had tuckered himself out. They’d already premade his breakfast, leaving it on the table and setting an alarm. The guy needed some schedule and real food.

“You ready to go Robbie?” he asked out to his grinning double, the guy shirking on his jacket with excitement.

“All ready Robbie! You got what we need?” he said, nodding his head towards the remote lying on the table. Omar had made him promise not to go crazy.

Robbie snatched it up.

He wouldn’t go crazy.

There were five Robbies and counting at the work site today.

Five Robbies not counting the few that had disappeared in pairs to whatever private corners they could find. Robbie was nothing if not efficient in his ways of getting off.

Robbie liked to think he was Robbie Prime here in this little group, distinguished by his slightly differing sneakers part from the other group. That and the fact that he wasn’t wearing a hard hat. He didn’t need to, as he had been on lying duty.

It took some damn bodies to get together a week’s worth of work before his boss could storm into the site on his Monday check of the place, but it had been done. Rocks had been moved and concrete had been set enough for it to have looked dried.

Whenever a Robbie got slightly overwhelmed by his task, it was easy to get a spotter. Just a type of a remote and a new Robbie was up for the work, diverging straight from his maker.

Robbie “Prime” was pretty sure he wasn’t the original, as that guy seemed to be busy with another Robbie somewhere in one of their porta potties. Robbie “Prime” was happy to pick up the title though, as he was basically the same man.

Hell, he’d even handled the whole call from Omar, panicked about how he knew Robbie took the remote. As a response, they’d calmly taken a picture of their little group to send to the guy. It hadn’t calmed him down, but Robbie(s) thought it was funny.

Objectively, 10 of a guy was maybe too much but that was quitters talk.

It felt addictive popping a new him out of the air, knowing they’d share the same energy as he did. Robbie “Prime” for example had just done so again, two Robbie “Primes” wrestling each other for the original position. All in good fun of course.

Eventually they’d run out of stuff to do that was real work in this place. Fortunately, the break room was fit for a crew of at least twenty and they were barely at fifteen. They had plans in order since they’d seen what that remote could do and Robbie giving quickies to each other was only the beginning.

Omar would understand when he tried the remote out too.

Image sourced from @brawnyai_backup on Instagram. Really recommend their AI photos. Don’t think they intended on making so many cloned photos, but I can definitely appreciate that AI quirk.

[decepti-geek]

tbh an important part of my take on the 'don't be like Sentinel' question is that hours earlier D16 had very decidedly assumed leadership of the High Guard, after which any attempt at resolving his very understandable personal trauma via murder was also, on a wider affects-everyone/your-new-power-means-something scale, inherently going to count as a military coup.

yknow. the thing Sentinel did to assume power/hand it over to the quintessons in the first place

[azureblooet]

Objectively incorrect headcanon:

Calderus’ two big horns work like antlers and grow back and fall off periodically.

The period is like every few years though. So in human terms its more like endless baby teeth. The new horns grow under the old ones until they fall off.

Does this directly contradict the observable part of his horns that are skin colored?

Yeah.

Do i care?

Lol no.

[potatoes-n-stuff]

Absolutely nonsense thought but seeker/flight frames equivalent of cbt or humiliation play or smth where their partner threatens to insert objects into their jet engines

Yknow when they get all heated and their engines start going. Just gotta hold something up to the engine and be like ooooo I'm gonna let go and let it get sucked in and destroy your engine

[boilbrains]

:3

Some alts

[button-phobia-is-real]

having my specific phobia makes some fashion and "hot" pics of people really funny because ill see loads of comments like "not to be a lesbian but oh my gooood" meanwhile im scrunching my nose feeling just a smidge ill and going "get those away from me right now or so help me god"

[todayisafridaynight]

Going off the rules of sonic heroes if we were to trioize the jimas saejima’d obvi fit the power role but now we have to ask what roles majima and daigo fit cause on the one hand i believe majima could pilot a helicopter if he wanted to but on the other hand attributing ‘fly’ to daigo is another case of cruel and unusual punishment

[silversupremacy]

isth SOME OF YOUR OC DESIGNS ARE SO FREAKING EPICCCC!! /GEN

Just wait til I tell you they're for a 2d handdrawn animated show I wanna eventually make

[oleander-ocs]

Now that I have an actual tag for him I want to share my boy from my current playthrough :)

Some SCs from throughout my game

His romances of choice are corrupt Sydney and Robin, he used to like Avery until the first time he took him to the party at Remy's which only happened after he escaped the farm. He also has a thing for Whitney but he's mad about it. He also has stockholm syndrome for the Great Hawk.

[bittersweetastoria]

not that anybody would notice but like

new mobile theme for the first time in like two years??

got rid of actual theme bc it was pointless

[lazychimken]

GET THESE CRITTERS OUT OF MY HEEEEAAAADDDDD

TF AU ramble:

As a twin I HAD to make Cliff and B twin-adjacent, and in my convoluted TFO + TFA AU (which I have decided to name Transformers: Redemption FINALLY IT HAS A NAME!!!) they were split-sparks and separated at birth

Basically at the time they were born, new protoforms went from being born as fully-grown bots to literal toddlers (sparklings), and no one knew how to deal with them. This resulted in the protoforms (now known as minibots) to be hidden by all cogged and non-cogged bots, except for Sentinel and his associates. They basically just hid the minibots in a secluded area and prayed to Primus that they would eventually grow and mature to adulthood and pretend that they were never sparkling to begin with.

Cliffjumper and B were born at the same time in the same place, but Cliff took most of the spark-energy (or something like that idk) from their emergence and thus B was very weak. The bots who found them assumed that B wouldn’t make it, so they dumped him down the garbage chute so that no one would see him and took Cliff. This is how B ends up in Sub-Level 50, as he woke up on the conveyor belt and stayed there as he knew nothing else.

Since Cliff took most of the spark-energy, he has a very strong spark and resulted in him being able to lift objects he definitely should not be able to lift. I wanted him to be like an ant to match B being like a bee, so he can lift objects multiple times his own weight and it’s how he’s able to hold that massive gun without trouble.

They meet each other in Autobot Boot Camp and immediately became brothers again. The Autobots took in all the minibot sparklings after the Decepticons were kicked out of Iacon and placed in the camp to be taken cared of. They come as one unit, with B being focused on close combat and precision while Cliff is a long-range combatant and causing destructive damage.

[ablobwhowrites]

Yandere date everything?! Imagine male reader is content with being single then suddenly everything in the house is a person and is CRAZY yandere for the reader but all he's thinking is how tf is he going to do laundry or work😭 bruh is thinking of moving into a new house but. NEWS FLASH they won't let him.

This is y/n rn.

Cause y/n was content on being single as he had a lot of hobbies and a good job until those damn glasses came into his life and now he has to ignore the fact that now his objects can talk and want him, down bad.

Yandere date everything: "I use to have hoop dreams until I found out there's other ways to score" *looks at y/n*

Like y/n now knows that his computer like him a bit to much and he needs to use the computer and tries to ignore that Mac knows he does online shopping and what he likes and basically every tab y/n has. It's worse that y/m knows he sits on a conscious chair and he can't sleep normal anymore without knowing that he sleeps on a bed woman named Betty.

Y/n thinks the Hanks are alright. They are fun to talk to but Hank 3 wants y/n's pants and y/n has to ignore that part cause he doesn't know why everything in his fucking house wants him so bad and even the water surprised him because what do you mean the water who's name is river loves to run over his body like what!? It's worse with the fucking toilet, Jean Loo Pissoir and y/n has to man up just to use the restroom and hates hearing this guys say "business or pleasure?" (That's a real line this guy says. I'm not joking) And y/n wondered if he could move to a new house and throw the glasses in a box and forget they exist and even the mirror as well as he knows that it can look back at him as well.

Then the sassy twink cat boy clock named Timothy is another can of worms that y/n doesn't want to open because of how weird it is, as if this experience with these damn glasses wasn't something that y/n wanted to experience but here he is. Y/n wants to move to a new house but can't because it's so expensive too and that teddy is probably the only one who's keeping y/n from leaving the house out right and crashing out at one of his friends houses. Dorian bascially treats everyone like a vampire who needs permission to come in even if they are family or friends and y/n has to force Dorian to let them in because if not then Dorian is not letting anyone in or out at all.

Then the nightmare that literally flirts with him every time y/n decides to drink coffee that night. Y/n just has to pretend to ignore them because he just wants to get a goodnight sleep but in this house is impossible to him and it's not like y/n can take a vacation away because once he did that and wasn't allowed outside the house for a week and Mac didn't like y/n get on the Internet so that was torture.

(that's it for my little yap session I had! If you like it please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's you have! But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[michaela-o]

please please PLEASE can we have an Autobot version of the how to catch a human post?! Begging on my knees here lol

Im sorry this took a bit longer i had so much fun writing this ! And besides that i got distracted by some of the TF comics that can be found online ! I just read the two whole comics about Drift becoming an autobot and man alive was that cool :3🧡

I'm also currently job-hunting and studying so there was not as much time to be online or make art as much as i'd like :'(🧡

But i hope you'll enjoy this one !! ( ｡ớ ᴗờ)🧡

P.s. - I know this is a bit different from the decepticon one bc i made this one in the more First Contact universe♡

Autobot recommendation for handling/capturing fragile organics: Humans

Foreword on behalf of Autobots

Humans are delicate, skittish creatures who rely on their instincts, emotions, and have a surprising amount of unpredictability. They are small, fragile, and prone to bouts of irrational behavior when startled or cornered. Despite their size and vulnerability, they possess an extraordinary will to survive, making them both a challenge and a responsibility to handle correctly.

This guide was written for Autobots tasked with capturing, securing, or calming a human in scenarios where their cooperation is necessary but unlikely. Treat them as you would a frightened turbomouse: with patience and care.

1: Recognizing the human creature

1.1 PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

Humans are organics with relatively uniform structure but remarkable fragility. Standing approximately not even quarter of the height of a minicon, they lack protective exoskeletons or natural armor. Their bodies are composed of soft tissues supported by brittle bones, making them particularly susceptible to external forces.

Their skin is their first line of defense, but it is thin and prone to tearing. Cybertronian scanners often mistake minor abrasions as critical damage—while rarely life-threatening, these injuries cause them significant distress. Be mindful of their soft exteriors.

Humans rely heavily on their sensory organs to navigate their environment. Their eyes are sensitive to bright light, and their ears to loud or unexpected noises. Both can cause disorientation, so avoid shining headlights directly at them or using amplified vocalizers during interactions.

1.2 BEHAVIORAL TRAITS

Humans exhibit a wide range of behaviors, often dictated by their emotional state. Unlike Cybertronians, who generally act with calculated logic, humans are impulsive. When frightened, their actions often defy rationality.

• Flight Response: A common reaction to danger, humans may attempt to flee without assessing their surroundings. This can lead them into greater peril, such as running toward an active battlefield or hazardous terrain. They are pretty fast for their size, but their stamina is limited. A frightened human will often collapse after prolonged exertion.

• Fight Response: Though rare, humans under stress may lash out. Their attacks, though feeble, can include throwing objects, kicking, or attempting to strike a Cybertronians. While their strength is negligible, their determination should not be underestimated.

• Freeze Response: Some humans become motionless when overwhelmed, effectively shutting down all voluntary movement. This reaction can make them difficult to rescue, as they may refuse to cooperate or acknowledge external stimuli.

2: Identifying stress signals

2.1 VOCAL CUES

Humans communicate distress through an array of strange vocalizations, often at high volume. Screaming is the most obvious indicator of fear, but rapid speech, muttering, or even complete silence can also signal distress. Listen carefully to their tone—shaky or uneven sounds often betray underlying anxiety.

2.2 PHYSICAL REACTIONS

Their bodies exhibit telltale signs of stress: trembling limbs, widened organic optics, or clenched fists. Sweating, though imperceptible to Cybertronian optics, is another key indicator. Advanced scanners can detect elevated heart rates and shallow breathing, both of which correlate with heightened fear.

2.3 ERRATIC MOVEMENTS

Humans under duress often behave unpredictably, darting in random directions or making illogical choices. For example, a human might attempt to climb unstable structures or hide in areas that provide no real protection. These behaviors stem from primal survival instincts and should not be interpreted as strategic actions.

3: Non-threatening approaches

3.1 MINIMIZING YOUR PRESENCE

Humans perceive large objects, especially moving ones, as threats. To avoid provoking unnecessary fear, always begin your approach in a non-intimidating manner. Transforming into vehicle mode is highly effective; many humans associate vehicles with utility and safety, not danger.

When in robot mode, avoid towering over them. Lowering yourself to their eye level by kneeling or sitting creates a sense of equality and reduces the perception of dominance.

3.2 VOCAL REASURRANCE

Humans respond well to calm, steady voices. Speak slowly, using simple phrases even though they will not understand Cybertronian language. Avoid Cybertronian technical jargon or complicated explanations, as humand won't even understand and will confuse or frighten them further.

If the human continues to panic, repeat your reassurances while maintaining a soft tone. Over time, they will begin to associate your voice tone with safety.

3.3 BODY LANGUAGE

Body language is as important as spoken words. Humans are highly visual creatures and will interpret your movements as cues for intent. Keep your gestures slow and deliberate. Avoid sudden movements, as these can be perceived as aggression.

Extend a hand palm-up when offering assistance, a universal gesture of peace. Keep your frame neutral—crossed arms, clenched fists, or rigid postures might be misinterpreted as hostility.

4: Techniques for securing a human

4.1 NON-CONTACT METHODS

Whenever possible, prioritize techniques that do not involve physical interaction.

• Guided Pathways: Create barriers using objects or your own body to funnel the human toward safety. This method is particularly effective in open environments where direct contact might cause them to flee in the wrong direction.

• Stasis Bubbles: Deploy low-energy containment fields to immobilize the human. These fields should be calibrated to avoid discomfort and allow full mobility once the immediate danger has passed.

4.2 DIRECT CONTACT METHODS

Important note: When physical interaction is unavoidable, use the utmost care.

• Lifting and Restraint: Cradle the human gently in both hands, supporting their head and limbs. Apply no more force than necessary to prevent them from struggling or falling.

• Transport Compartments: Many Autobots have interior compartments designed for transporting fragile cargo. Ensure these are padded, ventilated, and free of sharp edges before placing a human inside.

4.3 ENVIROMEMTAL ADJUSTMENTS

Humans are profoundly influenced by their surroundings. Dim lighting, soft sounds, and warm temperatures can help calm them during capture. Conversely, loud noises, flashing lights, or sudden temperature changes will heighten their distress.

5: Transporting the human

5.1 SAFE COMPARTMENTS

Select a secure compartment that protects the human from external hazards while allowing them to move comfortably. The space should include basic life-support features such as climate control and breathable air.

5.2 CONTINUOUS MONITORING

Scan the human regularly for signs of injury or stress. If their condition deteriorates, stop immediately and address their needs. Humans are highly vulnerable to dehydration, exhaustion, and emotional fatigue.

6: Release and recovery

6.1 GRADUAL DISENGAGMENT

When the mission is complete, release the human in a controlled manner. Begin by reducing your proximity, allowing them to acclimate to their surroundings. Avoid abrupt departures, which may leave them feeling abandoned or confused.

6.2 PROVIDING REASSURANCE

Humans value closure. Rather than explain, show your actions and reassure them of their safety. If possible, provide additional assistance, such as guiding them back to their community or offering resources for recovery.

Closing thoughts

Humans may be small and fragile, but they are resilient in their own way. By treating them with care and understanding, they will give you theirs in return.

"We honor the principles that make us Autobots." - Autobots

[keferon]

You all flatter me! Now I am all pumped up to continue on the TF mecha au train. Ratchlock has me in a chokehold. You can't compliment me like that, It goes to my head! I haven't writen anything in like 12 years 😭. Also Yes yes to all the angst. I thrive on it more then the fluffy moments. Jazz and Deadlock/Drift are lining up nicely for a possible meeting. But first Deadlock WILL bath in blood! Wanna see?

****

Ratchet will not let Deadlock follow him around. Nope. Instead he keeps Deadlock on strict bed rest /he's learning human terms in his free time/ with the oh so sweet promise to weld him to the wall if he doesn't listen. He knows better to not test Ratchet, he'd do it no hesitation. Deadlocks fangs and claws only cause a raised eyebrow and wave of a slipper near well... anywhere in Ratchet's swating or throwing range. Since both of them honor their word/glyphic, they made a deal that if Ratchet comes home on time then in return Deadlock will be on his best behavior.

They use every extra moment together to learn, heal, and plot together. Deadlock's wounds are fully healed by now. He is ready to be the guardian knight he vowed to be for Ratchet. Ratchet's knuckles still ache which makes his hands shaky at times, especially when cold, but his squishy perseveres like a true warrior. Deadlock has learned that revving his engine to build up heat and letting Ratchet rest against his chassis helps with those trimmering aches the bioengineer tries to rub out.

He wants to give any comfort he can to Ratchet while he's working in that cursed lab with those ungreatful sacks of slags. He has photos of each one of those fraggers saved in his proccesor. The list only grows the longer they wait to leave. If he can work around Ratchet somehow, he'll cross them off at some point with a deep satisfaction while doing it. Ratchet has been as sly as a turbofox. He's been sidestepping, talking around, and out ranting the higher ups for a while. Deadlock is so proud of him for not backing down or falling silent. Right now Deadlock has the tv playing a sitcom while tinkering with his long range blaster. His audial fins flick as the door opens and closes. Ratchet looks at the show while shrugs his winter coat off, "So has Sam confessed his undying love to the ice cream vender Carly yet?" Ratchet asks walking over to the lazy-e-boy chair.

Deadlock reaches out and taps his back before he can sit down. "Refuel first." He reminds him before going back to tightening some wires. He smiles at the grumble and is pleased when Ratchet listens to him for once and heads to the kitchen, "and no the episode ended with him getting hit by a waste disposal truck. Now it's a filler episode. Jack is trying to get out of going to an Amica Endura's beach party. He is playing up a illness called the pox."

Ratchet comes back with a warm plate of food. Deadlock nods pleased with the portion. Ratchet rolls his eyes and sits down, "They did that same plot with Raphael four seasons ago." He grumbles and bats at Deadlocks claw when he tries to ruffle his hair, "If they drag this out for three episodes like last time I am popping in a different show." Both are content, they banter and complain about the show while Ratchet eats. When Ratchet reclines his lazy-e-boy chair Deadlock puts his weapon away, "They are transferring some of us to a different base in the morning. You know First Aid. They are putting him on a transport to the sister base north east of here. Called the Alpha Blade Strikers."

Deadlock tilts his helm, "That's the one that was visiting here? The commander of that base is the one you knocked out for slagging you off right? You mentioned the base being cursed." He asks leaning forward a bit, his servos tingling for revenge.

"Yes, same place and person. Don't believe in any of that cursed stuff but a lot of talk does go around about it. Mostly one pacific mecha being the main cursed object. First Aid was stressed to tears about being transferred. He had just gotten comfortable here with his friends. I feel a bit bad for the kid." Ratchet mumbles rubbing his face with his unbandged hand.

Deadlock gives a soft smile, "From what you've told me, he keeps his helm down. I am sure he will find friends or leave when he can. But if you are worried I am not opposed to taking him with us."

"We do not kidnap people, Drift. He wouldn't want to come along anyways. He wants to 'do his part for human kind'. Besides it takes him a while to get use to change and the possibility that we may be hunted down once we leave would most likely send him into cardiac arrest." Ratchet tilts his head back gives Deadlock a stern look, "On the topic of leaving we'll need to do that sooner then planned. Something isn't right, I don't like how hyper focused Pharma has gotten with quintessons corpses. Now he is showing intrest in you. He wants to know how I programmed a mecha to be powered by an AI system so flawlessly. It's driving him up a wall to not know. You know, since a mecha has never moved around without a pilot and can not talk. He keeps begging the higher ups to let him 'partner up with me' or let him take over the 'project' since I am just 'playing around with you'."

"Right fine. No kidnapping the youngling. But do not assume we will be the ones being hunted." Deadlock hums amused but turns serious when Pharma is brought up. That name is at the top of his 'don't let Ratchet catch on' splat list, "But me being 'imprinted' on you is keeping them from letting him get his quintessons gut covered servos... Err hands sorry, on me."

Ratchet nods rubbing his face again with a tired sigh, "I made certain they know you'll attack anything that isn't me." Deadlock can tell Ratchet is fighting a yawn. He lays down behind the chair and rumbles his engine. Ratchet's lips twitch with a smile hearing how smooth it's running now, "Pharma has never been a good listener though. Just be on guard okay kid... he's ploting something." Ratchet mumbles soaking up the heat coming from behind him. He tilts his head back against the head rest looking up at Deadlocks handsome, smug, sharp fanged grin, "He tries touching you, you can kill him. Don't let him into your system. I fear what he'd do. Probably make you even more loony and unbearable." The bioengineer yawns his voice full of fondness that makes Deadlock's spark sing.

Deadlock purrs as he gently pets Ratchet's head with a, claw retracted, digit. Ratchet's eyes grow heavy missing the most feral, down right demonic, energon hungry look Deadlock has at the permission to off Pharma, "He will not harm me. But I can tell he has worn on you today. You are more drained then grumpy, your insults are lacking any heat. Recharge Ratchet. I will reconfigure our supplies and time line while you regain your strenght. Then I'll show you in the morning. You can edit it while you fuel." He chuckles as Ratchet grumbles and mumbles at him. His squishy can't fight the cozy warmth and soothing pets. Deadlock's humming engine makes a familiar white noise that has grown to mean safe to Ratchet. In no time Ratchet is out cold. Picking up a blanket with a careful pinch he lays it on top of Ratchet and follows him into recharge.

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They are so close to leaving. They have a place picked out and a time. Their supplies are packed and hidden away with a close friend of Ratchet's. The thing still keeping them on base is Ratchet's need to clear out all of his research. He doesn't want anyone to have anything of his, to have a chance to twist it into something that would cause more harm and death. It's been a tedious process but Ratchet has been deleting his work bit by bit so no one catches on.

Four days before their chosen leave date Ratchet walks into his lab only to be escorted to a debriefing room. One he has have never been to. Deep under the base. He had tried getting anyone to speak up about what's happening but the escorts, six of them for fuck sakes, don't even look at him. His gut instinct is screaming DANGER the deeper they go. His skin is crawling with uneasiness and he is fighting his fight then flight instincts. He taps at the small circler tracker he has in his winter coats collar as subtly as possible. Hoping it looks more like a nervious tick then a trigger to call for help. Hopfully they aren't to far down for it to work. The group stops at a vault door and Ratchet cuts off a growl growing in his throat when one of the 'escorts' pulls out some heavy duty cuffs. "Tell me what reason you have for those or their not going on Spike." He warns fists clenching at his side. He huffs at the click of a gun and someone has the balls to press it into his back.

The young soldier, Spike, frowns and waves his hand at the others behind Ratchet, "Ratchet please it's just procedure. You have saved a lot of our lives don't make us be rough. We don't want to be. Just put them on so I don't get yelled at later." Ratchet narrows his eyes, frown tightening. Spike groans, "I don't know what they want. No one told us anything. Please I am just doing what I was told."

Ratchet can tell Spike is holding his breath, pleading silently for Ratchet to listen. Ratchet does let a growl slip when the guns barrel grinds into his spine. His head snaps around and he glares hard enough to cause pause, "Cut that out, I know exactly how far to shove that to not kill you but make damn sure you wish I did." He snarls as he holds his wrists up to Spike. The comment earns him muffled chuckles and a few glares. Cuffs on Ratchet walks into the room. Spike shoots him an apologetic look as the door closes behind him. With a heavy exhale Ratchet takes in the room. A concrete floor, circular shaped room with thick metal walls. Cameras line the ceiling edges. His exhale catches in his throat as the metal walls start rolling up to reveal bullet proof glass filled with quintessons in various stages of dissection and tests. "We have another sublevel secret lab bellow our sublevel secret lab. Of course we do." Ratchet mumbles flatly to pissed off he didn't know this base was more fucked up then he thought then to be scared.

Speakers crackle on and an annoying whine comes through, "Not the reaction I was hoping for. Come on Ratch buddy show a bit more emotion then that. Less grump more begging maybe? At least shock." Pharma's voice chimes around him in an irritating way.

"Looks like all of this has been going on for a while. Why bring me into this now Pharma?" Ratchet says calmly since that seems to piss Pharma off more. He looks at his cuffed wrists and his blood runs cold as the hair on his neck stands on end. Goosebumps cover his arms making him shudder under the heavy coat, "I am not here for shop talk."

"Mmhmm, I am going to miss that snarky brain of yours Ratchy. But you did do a lot of things that put the base in danger. Security has taken notice of a lot of data, intel, cameras and video footage being tampered with." Pharma almost has a mocking sing songy tone to him. Strange, Ratchet knows he didn't tamper with anything that would jeopardized the security of the base. Definitely not the cameras or video footage, "You know what you've done and what we do to traitors. I already have received the ok to take over your work. The good commander is allowing me to say goodbye to you since we were such good old friends. Don't worry. I'll take good care of your Mecha." Yeah, Pharma sounds real choked up about all this, Ratchet rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, he'll take care of you Pharma." Ratchet keeps his tone and body language nonchalant as he studies the cuffs. He takes note of the little bit of gap, if he dislocates his thumbs.. "Only thing that's annoying about all of this is I'll be late getting home."

"I swear you are boring me to death on purpose Ratchet!!" Pharma snarls as a thud noise rings through the speakers

"Oh could I be so lucky?" Ratchet sighs sounding hopeful. He stiffens as the room lights turn red and multiple hisses of compressed air being released surrounds him. A robotic voice rings out a warning that the test subjects are being released. Ratchet whips his head around stepping in a circle as snarles and screeches drowned out the warnings. Ratchet steadies his breathing as best he can as his hands trimble and heart beats wildly. Deadlock would be livid if he doesn't go down giving it his all to get back to him. Ratchet would be just as pissed to, "I'll do what I can but you better hurry kid..."

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"You weren't suppose to do that Pharma." A flat voice speaks up from behind Pharma after picking up the chair he had kicked away. Pharma scoffs and grumbles, "You are not even going to ask him what he ment by being late to his quarters?" The chief of security drones on.

"Be sure to capture all angles. I want detailed shots of it all." Pharma growls removings his hand from the release butten he hit hard enough to crack. "You are being paranoid per usual. Don't tell me you never heard the rammblings of a dying man?" Pharma sighs, with a dramatic flick of his wrist he walks out of the room.

"No, but I imagine I will soon enough." The security director mumbles under his breath. Reaching over the chair he resets the cameras.

OH. OH THEY ARE FUUUUUUCKED

OH THEY ARE SO SO INCREDIBLY FUCKED THEY ARE GONNA GET SPREAD EVENLY ALL OVER THE FLOOR AND I WANNA SEE IT SO B A D

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Angel HRT. Everyone thinks it's about the halo and the wings, and don't get me wrong, those are great, but it's more about the lack of free will.

You're a servant for your God/Godess that is so devoted that "servant" is barely the right word. Do you consider a car to be a "servant" for its human owner?

You're powerful and capable and Terrific, in the old sense of "causing terror", but you're no more a person than a hammer is. You're a tool for your deity, an extension of their will.

It's a sort of bodyguard dynamic, but closer to a guard dog, but on the far side. Dogs have more free will than you.

Think of it as a spectrum. At one end, there's the bodyguard. They're human, with free will. They serve because of devotion and honor.

In the middle, the guard dog. They serve solely out of loyalty. They're bit sapient but they're a relatively smart animal. Still, you keep them on a leash to keep them from causing trouble.

And at the far end, the Angel. They occupy the same position on this security/free-will spectrum as the gun. They're powerful, dangerous, but they're a tool. They have no agency, they are merely wielded by someone who has both agency and free-will.

In that way, angel HRT is a bit like inanimate object TF. It's just an animate object that is humanoid and clearly alive, but with no more agency than a hammer.

Anyway, to return to the spectrum, you don't need a leash for your bodyguard because you trust their judgment. You leash the guard dog because they have poor judgement. You don't need a leash for your angel because they have no judgment of their own, only yours.

(Though you can of course leash your angel if you want. For fun.)

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tf skybound issue 14 thoughts / analysis / connections n whatnot. spoilers for the issue 15 preview too.

absolutely gorgeous art

VERY G1 starscream vibes in some places xD... i could practically hear his voice

more of starscream's origin and a bit more of megatron! i like megatron's characterization in skybound so far plus the decepticon cause's. i think skybound's decepticon ideology's gotta be my favorite, it just meshes their violence with their believed righteousness in such a great way.

this issue gives starscream quite a different initial approach to morality than seen in previous continuities (iirc) where here in #14 he is against killing prisoners of war while being a decepticon (often he's with loose morals even before becoming a decepticon).

megatron has the ability to mentally coerce the one wielding him to bend to his will (painfully), which i think is a really cool concept.

this makes starscream's evil directly caused by megatron from prolonged exposure to his influence conditioning/corrupting him. as seen in the mini background panels, over time blasting many Autobots to scrap, starscream grows to enjoy it

i've personally always loved starscream's evil to be completely independent of megatron('s) (as it has been) so i'm a bit conflicted on this aspect of skybound starscream... but i do understand its purpose/role in the story though.

issues #13/#14 run a parallel between then starscream & megatron and present starscream & those humans: both purport to Starscream they want to help him, but in reality they just want to use him for their own benefit. with that then story running parallel to the present one, starscream's dialogue about those humans also reflects upon how he felt under megatron's control

megatron forcing starscream to wield him definitely felt like it was expounding upon a question one might have had watching G1 — "why would megatron let someone who openly covets his position wield him?" of course, skybound isn't g1 and takes the idea and angle quite differently than the show did. with this it also supplies the reason of why starscream resents megatron and wants to overthrow and kill him.

and of G1, the Decepticons siding with starscream are ones who have sided with him once in the cartoon — the Combaticons in Starscream's Brigade and Astrotrain in Triple Takeover (and of course, Astrotrain was also the one to crown Starscream in the 1986 movie).

with Soundwave having the Constructicons and Starscream the Combaticons, a cool fight between Devastator and Bruticus is sure to ensue (vol 3 [collects #13-#18 + the story from the 2024 special] is called "Combiner Chaos" anyway)

i will be delighted to see soundwave and his decepticons vs starscream and his decepticons.

soundwave looks to be a megatron loyalist in this continuity and shares a bit of his sentiments (a bit below).

neat how then starscream and present thundercracker both had objections to the treatment of prisoners of war.

not the first time there's been a similarity between them, here's panels (#1 & #8) that parallel each other:

and how they differ:

not 1:1, but megatron's words to starscream reminded me of soundwave's to thundercracker — a subordinate's objection met with a reminder of their place and that their objection is irrelevant to their superior.

also worth noting, soundwave keeps thundercracker by his side despite his continual disagreements with how things are going, which is similar to megatron keeping starscream (who resents him) by his side.

i'd guess these similarities serve to build up to thundercracker possibly eventually actively opposing soundwave (as opposed to just going along with it) — here in the #15 preview he gives the humans warning to flee before blasting the building

now, knowing megatron's gunmode has the ability to mentally coerce the wielder to bend to his will... looks like this is what's happening with optimus wearing megatron's cannon arm!! xD. "megatron's cannon arm is influencing prime" has been built up and noticed, but it's nice to have megatron's ability now explicitly shown.

In #5 Starscream comments on Optimus having Megatron's cannon arm, and Optimus has a bit to say to him before blasting him with it.

Many noticed the parallel between Megatron & Optimus's fight in the Energon Universe Special 2024 and Optimus & Shockwave's in #12 as well as his tinged eye color.

Now with #14 we can also see a a similar thing that happened to Optimus happen to Starscream — Megatron's influence practically forcing their hand, going against what they wanted. Note the green-yellow background gradient suggesting Megatron's mental coercion in Starscream's panels, and in Optimus's panels (above) when his eyes are tinged there's yellow or yellow-green used in the background.