#tfp shrapnel

[jaysdoodlehell]

The last ask from @margoshrmargoshing about OC's actually convinced me to pile up my small collection of art pieces with my characters. I trust in you Tumblr, that I won't regret the decision to share them with y'all XD

I'll start with Shadowground. An OC I actually made in 2012, and did a total overhaul for, last year. He's the one I have covered the best, tho I still can't decide about the final design as this boy stores in him some serious sentimental value ;v; (hence so many visual differences, and that's also the reason why I have the most art with him)

Btw please excuse my small "theft" of cyberverse bg for this XD

And here we have Wafflewing. A funny little OC I designed because I got this bootleg figurine of a Seeker XD Somehow he got a story and a lil bit of personality. He's called like this cause the plastic packaging behind his wings looked like a waffle XD

And lastly maybe not an OC, but since he technically isn't in TFP, here's Shrapnel I made in TFP style. He's also changed to fit more with Prime universe both character, and story wise.

Aaaand that's all for now regarding the OC department XD Anyway, hope you enjoyed my two and a half characters, and thank y'all for stopping by >w<

[seraphim-seeker]

*ahem*

THE INSECTICONS ARE FUCKIN’ HOT

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

[moonra66]

These are the designs I did for my fanfic. This shit took me two weeks and I am so tired of drawing. Anyways, I get to yap into the void now at least

Bbg D-16 was the first one I did. I ate it up with him ngl. Gladiator fit is heavily inspired by his TFP design because they ate with that one.

Jazz and Orion look pretty much the same. I will say everyone else looks like a Victoria Secret model and Orion looks like a dog they picked up off the street. I redrew his face like 5 times I quit

MY SHAYLA. These two are my favorite children. Shrapnel is based on a rainbow stag beetle. If Shrapnel has no fans, I'm DEAD. He will be getting a purple color way but I'm saving that for later. I almost made Elita-1 way more buff, but my friend bullied me so blame them for the less buff Elita.

Then there's the heights. Elita-1 gets to be a (relatively) tall queen. Shrapnel is just a little guy compared to normal cogged bots, I love him sm. Anyways, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk <3

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers One (2024), Transformers: Prime, Transformers: Earthspark (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Megatron/Optimus Prime, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Original Cybertronian Character(s)/Original Cybertronian Character(s), Megatron/Orion Pax Characters: Megatron (Transformers), Optimus Prime, Orion Pax, Sentinel Prime (Transformers), Elita One (Transformers), Jazz (Transformers), Original Cybertronian Character(s), Ratchet (Transformers), Prowl (Transformers), D-16 (Transformers One), B-127 (Transformers One), Shrapnel (Transformers) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Found Family, Surprise Adoption, Slow Romance, Pre-Canon, Canon-Typical Violence, Tags May Change, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Strangers to Lovers Summary:

“I don’t know, Jazz. The arena is half an hour away by train, and his matches are always packed,” Orion said, hefting a crate of energon.

“I know- but you’re the only one with that day off! Please? It’s for Elita, don’t you want her to like- er tolerate you?” Jazz begged.

“You know I hate watching that scrap.”

“You don’t have to watch, just get the autograph.”

Orion let out a deep sigh “I don’t know...”

“Come on, Orion, you’ve done plenty of dumb scrap before.”

“Yeah, well, those dumb things usually don’t involve decapitated bots,” he huffed. “But… fine, okay. If I die, I’m coming back to haunt you.” ~~~~~~~~

D-16 had always been discontent with his station in life. The cards he'd been dealt were far from fair, but he was doing the best he could with his newly obtained fame. His luck takes a turn for the better when one Orion Pax sneaks back stage for an autograph.

Or: I wanted to try and make one coherent continuity from the copious amounts of Transformers media I've consumed

[revelboo]

The Weakends

TFP Ratchet x Reader- accident

18+ 🌶️

• Having small hands came in handy around huge bots. You could reach places that their bigger servos couldn’t. It had started when you’d seen Ratchet trying to remove a bit of shrapnel wedged in a seam in Bulkhead’s shoulder. Even with his bot-sized tweezers he wasn’t having any luck getting to it. And watching Bulkhead squirm was making you squirm.

• So you’d volunteered to help. The look doc bot had leveled on you was nearly enough to make you run for the hills. You dared imply he couldn’t do his job? You would have run except Bulkhead had spoken up and asked you to try and see if you could get it. The big mech was anxious to be cleared to leave the medbay.

• Ratchet had hovered over you the whole time, watching your every move as you reached both hands between the armor panels, painfully aware that if Bulkhead flinched you might lose a hand or two. But you got the shard out. And cut up your palms in the process. Sitting on the berth Bulkhead had just fled, you patiently let Ratchet wrap your hands. It comes as a surprise when he admits that he might appreciate your help with little stuff.

• After that, you might as well have been adopted by the irritable mech. He’s set up a ratty couch on a shelf in his medbay and you’re almost positive he’s found it on a curb somewhere and it probably needs to be fumigated, but you do appreciate the gesture. He’s harassing Fowler to get you some gloves so you don’t cut up your hands again and fussing over you as you heal. He’s always got an optic on you, tracking you through the base, pestering if you forget to eat. It’s as cute as it is overbearing.

• And Ratchet likes having you about, though he’ll never admit it out loud. You’re calmer than the kids, soft spoken and eager to help without being asked. You two fall into a routine and he likes it. Enjoys that someone wants to spend time around him. He knows he’s not the easiest to get along with sometimes, but he’s trying. And everything’s good until a wrench is thrown into the mix.

• A wrench named Wheeljack. The Wrecker has taken an interest in you only to annoy Ratchet, he’s sure of it. And you’re too trusting for your own good. You’re also an adult. If you want to hang out with Wheeljack he won’t stop you. He will complain about it, though. Loudly.

• It’s honestly not a surprise when Wheeljack brings you back hurt. Or downplays the encounter as nothing. It was only several vehicons, but your pale, shell shocked face stirs something violent inside the normally stoic medic. You’re only dimly aware of Wheeljack swearing as Ratchet throws him out of the medbay, then he’s gently tipping your chin up with a single servo. He’s angrier than you’ve ever seen him and you shrink back.

• You brace for the yelling. For the I told you so. This mech tells off Optimus if he think he’s doing something dumb and he told you Wheeljack was dangerous. But he isn’t yelling. His jaw is slowly working as he tilts your face gently, so gently from side to side. Cataloging bruises with a feather light touch that is surprising in a mech so big.

• There’ll probably be an I told you so later, but for now, he just gathers you up and carries you to a berth and you slowly relax in his big hands as he calms himself by holding you.

Next

[lets-try-some-writing]

Do you think if any of the Tfp bots have seen any human deaths? Like any sorta of a death, old age, illness, infected injuries or sometimes people just die unexpectedly. It’s most likely any of the soldiers that work around any of the bases. if a human were to die more violently like bot human and ‘con fight happened and they didn’t know such a small creature could bleed so much.

I do imagine they have. It's likely not something they are fond of talking about, but civilian casualties had to have happened at some point after their initial arrival. Strength differences and all that.

Optimus, while attempting to save a car and its passengers before they went hurtling off a cliff edge, ended up grabbing the vehicle just a bit too hard. He overestimated the strength of human steel and the humans he was attempting to save from certain death died anyway. All Optimus could do was push the wreckage down the cliff anyway to make it look as if nothing had happened on his end and go back to base with servos coated in red.

He learned a grim lesson that day, and Optimus never again used all his strength for anything on earth again, save for combat with Megatron.

Ratchet was mistaken as a proper ambulance at one point, and an emergency at the roadside had him pulling over to transport a crash victim to the hospital. He had his holoform in the drivers seat and he instructed the bystander who volunteered to help, but the effort was in vain. The unfortunate victim passed away halfway to the hospital from blunt force trauma to the head. Ratchet thought he had more time since the organics he was familiar with generally had a higher constitution. The loss did not bother him too much after a while, but it was a bit of a wake up call after he dropped off the body and the bystander before speeding away.

He put a little more effort in understanding humanity after that. If only to stop needless death.

Arcee was neither involved with or the cause of any human deaths, but while the team were still integrating on Earth, she watched a marine get hit with a rogue piece of shrapnel and quite literally explode, at least in some areas. It didn't register for her at first, but the moment the humans started flocking and panicking, Arcee knew what blood was and just how... unfortunate the innards of a human are. She learned just how fragile humanity is, and while did not shake her, it was enlightening and she offered her condolences later.

Bulkhead has never actually witnessed a human death in person, largely because he was already a naturally cautious mech when it came to his strength, so there were no accidents. However, the first time Bulkhead saw a human die in a movie, he may or may not have gotten emotional over it. A simple scene with an old man bidding his family one final farewell had Bulkhead reconsidering the functional immortality of his species for a while. Then he watched Marlie & Me-

Bumblebee witnessed his first ever human death in a similar manner to Optimus. He was out racing illegally and trying to make up for the loneliness of being part of such a small team by filling the void with a competition. But one human got a bit too excited during the race, and a few bad decisions later, one of the racers rammed directly into Bumblebee, sending them both spinning. Bumblebee was disoriented but otherwise unharmed when he transformed. But looking at the wreck? The other guy was anything but that. Bumblebee didn't need to look hard to know that the red smear on the inside of the care was about all that was left of his competition.

He stopped racing after that.

Smokescreen, Wheeljack, and Ultra Magnus have yet to witness any human deaths up close and personal. They have seen movies, but not any real expirations. Ultra Magnus doesn't care to. Smokescreen is afraid to see what happens when a fleshy dies, especially after the Darkmount incident and Optimus's near death. Wheeljack, surprisingly, has witnessing such a thing on his bingo card. He's not looking forward to it, but it's bound to happen and he wants an excuse to get a drink.

[hello-gloomy]

Metal Bambi

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Megatron x Gen!Reader

Description: Seeing something crash into the woods by your house you go and check it out on a whim.

Warnings: Slight OOC. Death threat, alien bleeding. Alcohol mentioned at the end. You/Your pronouns no definitive description of reader.

A/N: Bro I didn't even put his name in till the end, also I like to think this takes place during a truce ( in the TFP universe ofc). Anyway enjoy my projection of my daydreams and let me know if u want a part two.

1,300 Words

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Despite better judgment, you followed the large, silver, crashing object into the woods. Just for fun, you think to yourself for comfort. You take all your mechanic tools in the case as if it were a giant object in the sky. You were leaving your vehicle as you couldn't take it through the heavy terrain. Running across the forest floor and jumping through bushes, you follow the reoccurring crashing noises and shuffling. The nearer you were, the better you could make out a deep rumbling; it sounded like uttering. A very angry utter, rounding the final tree in your path, you found a robot as giant as the trees in the forest sitting down against one of the said trees. It looked injured, leaking a blue liquid covered in what looked like ash. Its silver plating seemed covered in scratches, and some looked dented. Glancing farther up, straining your neck, you glimpse at what you guess to be its Face. Its eyes are closed, and what you think are its arms are holding its chest. Getting closer to it, you climb over its legs and get closer to its chest. Examining the shrapnel sticking out its chest, you put on some thick gloves and position yourself to yank in harshly out. Before you make some motion, a voice stops you dead in your tracks; you quickly whip your head up to the noise.

" What do you think you're doing." It says in a low grumble. You blink at him and then remember that you need to respond lest it end your life before you can help.

"Taking this out.." You state as evenly as you can. He looks at you, processing your words while glaring at you the best he can, as he's in such a state of disarray. You wait a beat, hoping he doesn't swat you away and kill you from the sheer size of his hand. He lets out a deep hum and moves his arm to let you pull it out. Getting into position again, you steady your feet, mustering all the strength you can, and you pull with all your might. With one final tug, it flings out onto the ground with a resounding clang of metal. He lets out a deep sigh above you. Steadying yourself on one of his legs, you stand on the tips of your shoes and glance at the hole left by the metal spike. Some cords are broken and leaking that blue fluid that you saw earlier. Hopping down from his thigh, you lay your bag on the ground and take out some black electrical tape. Then climb back up his legs and reach into the hole to start patching up the loose cords the best you can, without even really knowing what he is, aside from the fact he is a giant bleeding, at least you think bleeding, robot.

" I don't think a bandaid is going to fix the giant hole in your chest, but...I uh stopped the bleeding..." Trying to lighten the mood, you trail off at the last bit awkwardly as he doesn't say anything nor laugh, so you peek up and see him staring at you, calmly breathing as he studies your Face.

"So, how'd you get beat up?" Your odds of obtaining an explanation from him appear slim.

"Predacons."

"Wow." That was a stupid response, though you didn't know how else to respond. He lets out another low hum at your reaction to his answer.

" Why are you helping me?" You don't have the answer to this intriguing question, so give him the next best thing.

"Because you're injured, " you declare with little confidence but straight-faced. He lets a huff out at your reaction. He moves his arm toward you, and his hand cups half of your body. He leans down slightly to convey his point in his following words.

" I could crush you in the palm of my servo." His eyes baring into your soul made your heart seize at his words.

" If you wanted to, you would have done it already." Spoken with Faux confidence and a slight tremble in your voice as you held his fierce gaze. You resume your work and finish patching him up the best you, as he started guiding you after his original threat.

"It'll heal on its own, " he says suddenly. You tilt your head, confused at his sudden words.

" The hole." He explains it to you in a few words, referencing your previous joke. You let out a quiet 'Oh' to him in understanding.

" If you want, you can follow me home; I can clean you up better there. And wash off most of that dirt, too." You offer to him while packing up most of the tools you had originally packed with you. He's staring at you again, and then he balances his arm against the tree he is lying on and moves to stand up. He looks down at you expectantly, and you take that as your queue to lead the way back out. The walk back is primarily quiet, aside from the crunching of leaves under your feet and the resounding thump of the robot's footsteps following you. Reaching the road again, you look at your car and then back to him. You move to say something, but he beats you by transforming into a tank.

" What the actual fuck." He scoffs and flashes his lights as a sign to start driving the way home. You get into your car, slightly exasperated at the situation that you found yourself in. Pulling up into the driveway, you park on the grass instead of in the large shed to move easier back and forth.

" Wait here real quick." You holler behind you at the mech while rushing inside for a tarp for him to sit, as your garage and shed are a bit undersized, and you'd rather not risk making him uncomfortable while injured. Running back out to him, tarp in hand, he turned back to his more humanoid form, standing with his arms crossed while looking at your home. You quickly lay it out on the ground for him with a slight 'Tah-Dah' for added effect and a wave of your hands. His Face remains the same, and he waits for a beat before shifting to sit on it.

" I would offer you some water, but I don't think you drink that, considering what was leaking out of you." You sway awkwardly, trying to converse with the giant before you.

"Energon." He states with no explanation. You give him a 'Uh-Huh' with a little nod, pretending to understand. You turn on the hose and blast him with warm water, getting all the built-up dirt and dried energon on him. Finally clean and shiny again, you notice hints of purple and red on his plating that you couldn't see before.

"You're pretty for an alien robot, you know." You say offhandedly while checking out the odd symbol on his chassis. He lets out a full laugh at your slight advance to him; it made you jump due to its unexpectedness.

"You're brave for your size."

"Thanks.." You return with a grimace.

"What's your name, organic?" He asks seriously

"Y/n. And you?"

"Megatron." He holds out a single digit to you, and you wrap your little hand around it in response, giving a little shake for good measure.

"I won't forget your bravery today." He gets up off his knee and stands at his full height. Turning his back to you, he walks a little ways away from you, giving you one final glance before turning into a ship and flying off.

"I need a drink." You kick the hose and head inside.

[in1-nutshell]

Can i request a bot buddy deadpool who's similar to deadpool and won't hesitate to maul someone to death? Let alone act insane and crack jokes to point that he's breaking the 4th wall and just playing some music while fighting and having a good sense of crazy humor.

Can this interaction be with Transformers Prime or Transformers Rid 2015.

I am going to enjoy doing a crossover between this Buddy and Quickhatch in the future.

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy who is like Deadpool

SFW, Platonic, Mention of injuries, Cybertronian reader

TFP

Buddy was a questionable Autobot.

Not just because of his… colorful personality.

It could have been the effect of his outlier abilities.

For example, his frame was not only durable but could quickly mend itself in a matter of minutes.

Buddy and Arcee are watching the explosion in the background. Buddy: “Great work Cee! High five!” Arcee: “Buddy! Your back!” Buddy looks over and sees a giant piece of shrapnel in the middle of his back. Buddy: “Oh, that explains the pinch.” Arcee: “Pinch!? It’s already prodding through your chassis!” Buddy waves her off. Buddy: “I’ll be fine in… an hour?” Arcee sighs tiredly. Buddy: “…Don’t tell Ratchet.” Meanwhile… Ratchet: “…Something just happened…”

The seemingly endless subspaces full of weapons on him.

It was always a surprise to see what would come out of the subspaces.

Bumblebee and Smokescreen would end up trying to do a list of all the weapons they had seen so far.

Buddy is tagging along with the Wreckers on a mission. They are trying to get inside a base. Magnus: “All right. We will proceed in silence and—” Wheeljack: “Since when do Wrecker’s do anything in silence?” Magnus: “For the sake of this mission, now Wheeljack.” Wheeljack shows his servos in fake surrender. Wheeljack: “Fine, fine…” Bulkhead: “You’ll get ‘em last time.” Buddy pulls out a missile launcher from his back. Buddy: “Welp, it’s a good thing I’m not a Wrecker then!” Magnus: “Buddy no! As your Commander--” Buddy: “Sorry Commander Shoulder pads! BOOM! Buddy starts running straight into the bases new entrance. Buddy: “LEROY JENKINS!!” Bulkhead: “PRIMUS HE GET WENT IN!” Magnus: “Who’s Leroy!?” Wheeljack: “What’s a Jenkins?! You know what, never mind. Let’s Wreck ‘n Rule!”

And his ‘other’ ability.

His strange ability to make weird comments to an invisible audience and to have music play in the background for everyone to hear.

Everyone hears it…

Starscream is on one side of the battlefield. Starscream: “What is that annoying noise?” Meanwhile on the other side of the battlefield… Buddy is fighting through the Vechicons. His swords are going through them like butter. Buddy: “I WAS MADE FOR LOVIN’ YOU BABY! YOU WERE MADE FOR LOVIN’ ME!!!!!”

As random and reckless as Buddy could be, he did follow a moral code.

Especially when it came to the team and the kids.

When Buddy was first introduced to the kids, it was a couple days after being on the road.

He had been following a group of Cons for a while.

The bot returned with 5 carts of rock energon, almost bathed in liquid energon and happily reporting that no one followed him.

Jack is a bit distant to the new bot and keeps Raf nearby.

Miko has met her next favorite bot.

Buddy absolutely adores the kids, randomly picking them up, carrying around, and constantly teasing the other bots that he was going to steal their kid.

Arcee brushes it off.

Bee tries to do the same as a joke… but does feel a bit nervous that Raf would want Buddy over him.

Bulkhead flat out tells Buddy that he can be the secondary guardian (before Wheeljack’s arrival, after he became the third guardian).

Ratchet finds Buddy’s frame to be a medical miracle and nightmare.

So many dents and slashes that get mended fast, that was incredible!

Nightmare because it was hard to see Buddy in pain while he mended.

Optimus is thankful that Buddy has stayed by the Autobots side.

Primus knows what would happen if he weren’t.

Buddy is walking fast by Bulkhead and Wheeljack. Bulkhead notices something in his servo. Bulkhead: “Buddy? What’s in your servo?” Buddy stiffens a bit. Buddy shows off a dagger. Buddy: “A knife?” Bulkhead nods slowly. Wheeljack: “And the other?” Buddy slowly shows Miko in the other one before sprinting in the opposite direction. Miko: “SCATTER!” Bulkhead: “Buddy! Let Miko go!” Buddy: “After patrol!” Bulkhead: “No!” Buddy and Miko: “YES!” Wheeljack: “Buddy! For once listen to Bulkhead!” Buddy and Miko: “NEVER!”

[melishade]

I'm curious as hell, but giving how dirty they made CliffJumper died in the very first episode of Transformers Prime i wonder after he died he somehow ends up in the aot world just before Optimus or Megatron appeared i wonder the reaction on either side on how the frag he's still alive and how he will be on aot would be similar to elita-1 situation or Hanji, Levi and Erwin found him just like they found out about Megatron just camping out alone.

Well....Episode 1 Cliffjumper was voiced by Dwayne the Rock. The shows not going to be able to afford him to keep him alive. Why do you think they swapped him with a different voice actor in Season 2 Episode 17.

That being said, I feel like I've answered something like this before, not really coming up with any ideas. That might have been a few months or a year or so ago. But I now, surprisingly, have a few ideas on how I could make this work.

So the beginning of episode 1, Cliffjumper gets ambushed by the Decepticons and gets caught up in the explosion. But his injuries this time around, are not as severe as they are in the show. So Cliffjumper is able to play victim long enough for Cliffjumper to get the jump on Starscream and the two vehicons before escaping. He jumps into an escape pod and tries to head back for Earth from space. However, Soundwave opens up the spacebridge and Starscream fires on the pod personally, sending it spiraling through the spacebridge. So Arcee still finds Cliffjumper's horn and Ratchet sees Cliffjumper signal going offline, not knowing he went through a spacebridge. And Starscream can still have bragging rights over killing Cliffjumper.

Yes, I know that the Nemesis wasn't even close to the ship when Cliffjumper was killed but I'm ignoring geographical locations to make this work.

There would be changes no doubt to the TFP timeline, but not enough to affect the integrity of the story as a whole. The Autobots still find out about the dark energon and Megatron's plan, Arcee still feels guilt regarding Cliffjumper, Starscream takes credit for killing him.

Meanwhile, the spacebridge sends Cliffjumper crashlanding on Paradis, specifically near the location of the Survey Corps' military base, scaring everyone and putting them on high alert. They all surround the pod, wondering what it is, and grow terrified when Cliffjumper punches his way out of the pod because it refuses to open from damage.

Erwin can't really give an order because he doesn't know what he's supposed to do. A metal titan just kicked it's way out of a metal ball that fell from the sky. The metal titan looks at all of them with its blue bloodied face and broken horn. Erwin can tell that the titan looks bewildered at the sight of them before its eyes flicker and its body begins to sway. Everyone's mouth drops when they hear the titan speak a word: Scrap, before falling out of the pod and hitting the ground face first.

Everyone is shouting in agreement that they need to kill Cliffjumper, but Hanji quickly interjects, saying that the titan needs to be captured and studied. The titan spoke. It's made of metal. And it's not regenerating. They needed to investigate this further to figure out of there were more like him.

Everyone is protesting, saying no, but Erwin decides to take a gamble and orders Cliffjumper to be transported back to the base. The only way they can really do that is by tying ropes onto Cliffjumper and using the horses to drag him, and have other humans drag him via ropes.

Hanji, with help from Mobilt, make a huge effort to repair Cliffjumper as best as they could. They didn't know anything about his biology and had to make it up as they went. They cleaned his wounds with Levi's help, they used heat to graft the metal and cover the wounds to stop the leaking. They took out shrapnel and other forms of debris that wasn't nailed down to his body or causing damage to his body. It takes hours to fix Cliffjumper and even when they finish, he doesn't wake up. Some are telling Erwin to just kill the titan and be done with it, but Erwin isn't sure how to kill it. Cliffjumper was different from all the others, and it was possible he had intelligence. He needed to be awake for questioning.

Cliffjumper wakes up days later, examining the rather poor treatment he received. He was grateful to be alive, but Ratchet was never this sloppy. Cliffjumper stands up an tries to leave the storage unit to find out where he was, but stops when Hanji and Mobilt enter the room. The two stare at each other for a brief moment before Hanji screams for Erwin, saying that the titan was awake. Cliffjumper can't help but feel embarrassed. He broke Prime's rules about interacting with humans. He didn't mean to! He was trying to escape the Decepticons! He activates his comm. to try and get to the Autobots, to Arcee, but...it was static. There was no one on the other end of the line.

That's when Cliffjumper started to notice a few things. He's lived on Earth for three years and has seen how the humans act. These humans wore different clothes, the place he was in was made out of wood, and finally, all the humans that flooded into the room stared at him in fear.

Erwin demands to know if Cliffjumper can speak. Cliffjumper debates his options for a moment before replying, saying that he could talk, startling everyone. Erwin then demands to know if he's associated with the titans outside the Wall. Cliffjumper gets confused and states he's with the Autobots. Those are the only titans he knows about. And what wall? The Great Wall of China? Levi crassly demands to know what China is and that gets a nervous laugh out of Cliffjumper.

Cliffjumper: Wait...are you guys serious?

Levi: Does it look like we're kidding?

Cliffjumper: Well what continent am I on? Asia? Europe?

Hanji: Oh! What's a continent?!

Cliffjumper then remembers what happened and demands to know where the pod that he came in was. Erwin decides to guide Cliffjumper to it with heavy supervision. Cliffjumper bolts to it once he spots it and scrambles in the cramped space. He tries in vain to turn on the machine. He tries to determine where he landed, could he send an S.O.S., did Optimus and the others know he was alive? What about Arcee?! He couldn't put her through the thought of losing another partner!

Hanji peers inside and asks Cliffjumper if the pod still works. Cliffjumper scrambles out and demands to know if they had reception! If they had a phone or a comm. link system! Any form of communication! But their all confused at what Cliffjumper is talking about. Cliffjumper realizes one horrible thing: he got stranded on another world trying to escape, and now he had no means of getting back to Earth and was now stuck.

The Survey Corps see Cliffjumper's panic and despair and feel empathy for the titan, taking a good portion of them off guard. Empathy for a titan? But Erwin was seeing more than a titan. He was seeing a soldier trying his hardest to get back home. Erwin uses the moment to strike up an alliance with Cliffjumper. If Cliffjumper could help humanity thrive on this world, then the Survey Corps would do everything in their power to get him back to his. Cliffjumper, out of options and desperate, accepts the deal, wanting to go back home to help his comrades. To Arcee.

A few notes:

-Cliffjumper doesn't have his horn. Arcee is the one who has it.

-Cliffjumper does his best to get acquainted with the Survey Corps. And a good portion of them don't really like how much he tends to talk. Cliffjumper will talk. A lot. To start conversation. To tell stories. Levi is getting really annoyed and wishes he would shut up.

-Hanji is ecstatic. They're learning about a new titan with different abilities and skill sets. They've asked Erwin if they could take him out into Wall Maria to see what he could do against the titans, especially since Cliffjumper mentioned that he's a veteran. He should know how to fight. But Erwin states that they need a little more time to observe his actions and behaviors. Not to mention, he's no to keen about revealing to the public that they have a titan under their noses.

-Cliffjumper tells stories about Earth, about the Autobots, about his partner Arcee. It does fill him with some sorrow, knowing he can't go back now, but he was still going to try.

-Cliffjumper will ultimately prove himself on the battlefield. Erwin just needs the right moment to reveal Cliffjumper's identity.

-Levi tries his best to clean him up once he trust's Cliffjumper enough, but is upset when nothing's working.

That's all I have for now.

[doom-dreaming]

well it's not perfect but i'm having fun. here's the intro scene of a fic i never published anywhere

i'm gonna be so honest, i barely remember what i was doing with this fic. i think i was mostly combining the aspects i liked best from bayverse and tfp in terms of plot and worldbuilding, plus pulling in bits and pieces of other continuities to suit my whims. it's been (checks watch) 10 entire calendar years

whatever. go my scarab seeker

It wasn't unusual for Ratchet to hear the white noise of military bustle outside the medbay. However, it was slightly more unusual that he was able to hear it from his office in the back of the bay. And it was downright unprecedented at two in the morning. Expelling a heavy sigh, he pushed away from his desk just as the doors to the medbay hissed open, admitting the towering figure of the Prime. The noise in the outer hall swelled behind him, then faded again as the doors shut.

"What in the name of Primus are you doing online at this joor?"

"I could ask the same of you."

Ratchet snorted. "I'm up to my aft in piles of slag that resemble reports. What's your excuse?"

Optimus chuckled briefly, but the medic noticed the mirth didn’t quite reach his optics. “There’s been…a landing.”

"Last time I checked, you were the diplomat around here," Ratchet groused, narrowing his optics. "Why do you need me?"

"...a crash landing," came the somber clarification.

"...well. I guess that's as good a reason as any,” Ratchet muttered. “I take it that's what's got everyone so excited?"

Optimus nodded as Ratchet joined him, but didn’t offer any elaboration.

It seemed as though the entire base was up in arms. Hundreds of soldiers in full combat gear swarmed through the halls, weaving deftly around the feet of the metal giants that picked through the crowd alongside them.

“I’m going to need a little more information on this, Prime,” Ratchet pressed. “I’m assuming we’re dealing with a single Autobot flier, but it would be nice to have some confirmation.”

“Flier, yes. Alone, yes.” Optimus glanced sideways at his CMO. “But she’s not an Autobot.”

Ratchet balked. “Not a—she?! Prime! This had better not be who I think—” The scene on the tarmac turned the rest of his sentence to static.

Dozens of human soldiers swarmed in a nervous knot around a still shape on the ground—as close as they could get, anyway. Dull pinkish-orange fluid had already begun pooling, creeping outward in slow rivulets, following the texture of the asphalt. It cast a grotesque glow that reflected off the flier’s frame, now twisted into unsettling angles.

Immediately, instinct and training took over. “Let me in there,” Ratchet barked, stepping toward the motionless form. The murmuring humans immediately fell silent and cleared a path, allowing him to kneel.

He instantly understood what Optimus had meant when he’d said she wasn’t an Autobot. Ratchet had assumed the worst, but it turned out she wasn’t a Decepticon either. Not that she hadn’t been—he noticed the insignia on her wings, what was left of them—but her faction modifier was currently set at Neutral. A brief twinge of suspicion flickered at the back of his processor, but he pushed it aside. He could worry about politics later.

As gently as he could manage, he rolled her onto her side, wincing at the sound of grinding metal. Other than the faint warmth that still lingered in it, her frame felt like a corpse; limp, unresponsive. Frayed wires sparked at random intervals; external plating had turned into shrapnel on impact, shearing through energon lines—the majority of which weren’t too vital on their own, but… “She’s losing the most from her wings.” He leaned in closer, then looked over his shoulder at Optimus. “Fell on her left side. Supports for this wing are completely useless; leg’s shattered. I need to get her back to the medbay and start operating before she bleeds out. ...sure as the Pit won’t be flying anytime soon.”

Optimus acknowledged him with a slight nod and turned to issue orders to the other officers nearby, leaving Ratchet to carry the wounded flier—Seeker; no one could mistake such a recognizable frame type—back to the medbay. Fresh, warm energon had soaked his hands by the time he made it through the bay doors; her frame only seemed to get colder and heavier as the breems ticked by. The medic sighed to himself. Another report for the pile.

[liaswritesrobots]

Also going off the bugformers/humanformers thing, here's the jobs I imagine them having (doing it by series since they're sometimes different in each series)

G1: Bombshell, Kickback, Shrapnel- Construction Workers

Beast Wars: Blackarachnia- Scientist, Tarantulas- Scientist, Inferno- Pyrotechnic , Scorponok- Mechanic, Waspinator- Minecraft YouTuber Librarian or somethin' else quiet he deserves to rest

Beast Wars II- Bigmos- h, Tonbot- h, Mantis- h, Drillnuts- Scientist, Scissor Boy- h, Powerhug- Martial Arts Instructor, DJ- Actor, Motorarm- Actor, Gimlet- Actor

Beastwars Neo- D-NAVI- Scientist

TFA: Blackarachnia- Scientist, Waspinator- College Student

TFP: Airacnid- CEO of a Fashion Line

RID15- Glowstrike- NASA Employee, Scorponok- IT Guy, Saberhorn- Fencing Instructor, Shadow Raker- Bounty Hunter (Think like Dog The Bounty Hunter kind of thing)

IDW: Scorponok- Scientist, Blackarachnia- Scientist, Tarantulas- Scientist, Waspinator- Ok this one is definitely a YouTuber,

[eldritchships]

Flatline in: Toxicity

Summary: A selection of scenes from the TFP episode "Toxicity", rewritten to include Flatline, my OC.

Author's Note: [Remembers that I can write snippets without necessarily needing to complete a whole fic] Haha cool :)

The ground bridge opened, swirling with green and blue light. Three Insecticons barreled through, wings humming as they touched down onto the volcanic rock beneath their pedes. Gathered around the ground bridge, the three watched Hardshell stalk out after them, with Flatline close behind. The Insecticons regarded Hardshell for a moment, waiting for his command as the bridge closed. Flatline’s right servo flexed, the syringe digit primed and ready, as Hardshell growled.

“Divide, and do not hesitate to conquer.” Hardshell raised his fists towards the sky in a gesture of strength. Wordlessly, the three Insecticons flew off in three different dimensions. Hardshell and Flatline transformed into their own respective flight modes. Hardshell travelled forward, in the yet-untaken direction; Ill-suited to travelling alone if things went awry, Flatline followed after him.

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Hardshell came back online with a groan. Slowly, he pulled himself to his pedes, shaking off the pain in his circuitry. The beating of chitinous wings filled the air, and the other three Insecticons circled overhead, grim expressions set on their beetle-like faces as they gathered around Hardshell. Flatline’s pink helm peered out from behind one of the rocks bordering the flat expanse, which had just been Bulkhead and Hardshell’s makeshift arena, and he strode across the space to rejoin the group.

“Do you still think you don’t need me?” A smirk crept into Flatline’s voice as he looked at the twitching nub on Hardshell’s face, which had formerly been his other mandible. Hardshell was sourly looking down, at where the severed end of the mandible lay, stuck into the ground at his pedes. Without moving his visor from the spot, he snarled at Flatline. The medic flinched, taking a quick step back.

“The Wrecker left me alive.” Hardshell paused, and a hiss escaped his maw. “The last mistake he will ever make.” With an inhuman leap upwards, Hardshell quickly transformed. He and the other Insecticons veered around, charging through the air on the trail of the relic. Flatline’s helicopter form flew alongside the sole straggler, rotor blades beating hard.

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As the Insecticon reached inside, muffled beeping emitted from inside of the container.

“No, wait-!” Hardshell exclaimed. The grenade hidden inside went off, exploding in a great burst of flame and force that shunted two of the curious Insecticons backwards. The third one, who had reached inside the container to begin with, wasn’t so lucky - he was blasted off his pedes, landing on his back. Jagged shrapnel of green rock had pierced through the Insecticon’s throat, and he writhed and let out a shriek before falling still, dead within seconds.

The whole thing had happened in less than a moment, too quick for anyone but Hardshell to do anything. But instead of being horrified by the gruesome state of the corpse lying before them all, Flatline perked up in visible interest.

“Oooh…” Flatline’s breathing mask slid over his faceplate, cooing as he hopped forward and crouched beside the fallen warrior. His bright blue optics glimmered with intrigue, and he reached towards the fuming shrapnel. Only for a massive clawed servo to wrap around his shoulder pauldron and yank him back. Flatline stumbled, and he glared at the back of Hardshell’s helm, as the leader stepped forward and leaned down himself. He just as quickly reared back when he recognised the substance, an arm held protectively across his faceplate.

“Tox-En.” Hardshell sneered, slowly backing away.

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The Insecticon corpse trembled and wailed, apparently not as dead as it might have initially seemed. Although, that might have been because of Flatline’s prodding, probing the foul injury with a pair of forceps. He could feel the Insecticons’ optics on his back, and he heard Hardshell’s grunt of irritation, but all of Flatline’s attention was focused on their dying compatriot.

“Lord Megatron. The object we seek, it is…Tox-En.”

The Insecticon whined weakly, and Flatline smiled behind his mask as he used the forceps to tilt its chin up, further exposing the wound and allowing him to record a proper reading of the Tox-En’s toxicity. It’d been a long time since Flatline had bared witness to the substance, and he wasn’t about to waste this wonderful opportunity.

He was vaguely aware that Hardshell and Megatron were still talking over the comm-link. Flatline couldn’t hear Megatron’s side of the brief exchange, but based on Hardshell’s growling tone, he assumed the conversation wasn’t going well.

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“Wrecker!”

Hardshell’s call echoed across the volcano’s solidified summit. Bulkhead looked up as Hardshell swooped down above, circling and landing across from the Autobot. He transformed, and ordered, “Put down the rock, and allow us to put you out of your misery.”

The rest of the Insecticons climbed over the lip of the volcano, claws and fangs bared. The ch-ch-ch of a t-cog joined the thrum of inhuman growling as Flatline touched down alongside them; his right servo hung by his hip, digits curled and blade primed.

Bulkhead’s optics narrowed, looking around at the group of Decepticons that currently had him surrounded.

“Gotta swat some flies…” His balance felt uneasy when he shifted his weight to his other pede, but his expression was set, determined.

Bulkhead took another grenade from his belt, flicking off the pin and throwing it at the feet of the nearest Insecticon. It peered at the grenade for the split-second before the grenade exploded, throwing it back against the rock wall. Hardshell snarled and unsheathed his second pair of arms, the taloned ends razor-sharp and ready to tear through green Autobot plating. The snarl deepened to a roar as Hardshell charged forward. Bulkhead planted his pedes, tightened his grip around the chunk of Tox-En, and thrust it upwards into Hardshell’s throat. Hardshell screamed, clawed pedes struggling for purchase on the molten rocky floor. He was held aloft by the Tox-En, spasming as the false energon’s touch dissolved through his neck cabling.

“Fair warning…” Bulkhead growled through gritted teeth while Hardshell struggled, “I’m contagious.”

The syringe-blade glanced off of Bulkhead’s armour, narrowly missing its intended target of the gap between the metal. Bulkhead winced and glanced back over his shoulder, in time to see the blade’s attached length of cable retract back into Flatline’s arm. Flatline’s optics were narrowed, and looked just as bloodthirsty as the Insecticons’ did.

“Then allow me to administer the cure.” Flatline’s arm snapped forward, the blade shooting forward at the speed of a bullet. It struck into Bulkhead’s back, and Bulkhead bellowed as he felt the weaponised syringe administering something foreign into his body. Flatline rolled his arm with one wide, quick motion. The syringe’s cable hooked up and around Bulkhead’s neck, and yanked. Bulkhead wrenched his helm against it - still forcing the Tox-En forward, not allowing Hardshell any reprieve - but a wave of nausea and weakness wracked his frame, Flatline’s poison adding to the Tox-En’s already overwhelming effects, and he hadn’t noticed the mad doctor rush towards him until Flatline’s other servo suddenly dug into his faceplate, ripping him downwards the rest of the way.

The ground rumbled as Bulkhead fell on his back. Freed from the Tox-En’s burn, Hardshell gasped and stumbled back, falling to all fours.

“You don’t look well, Autobot.” Flatline leered over Bulkhead’s fallen form, the cable still pulling taut against Bulkhead’s neck. Bulkhead blinked wearily, forced to watch Flatline’s lips curl with satisfaction. The rock was still within his grasp, and he tightened his hold around it - nothing else mattered except ensuring he still had hold of it.

Flatline slipped the syringe free of Bulkhead’s back, brandishing it like a knife while the cable was being used to strangle. Beads of energon dripped from the edge.

“Don’t worry,” Flatline pressed the syringe to the gap between Bulkhead’s neck and his chestplate. Flatline’s pseudo-soothing tone was ruined by a building laugh, “I’ll put you out of your misery.” He went to thrust, but Bulkhead’s free servo seized him by the arm. Bulkhead heaved, flipping Flatline over and slamming him into the ground in the same movement. Flatline cried out, plating groaning from the impact, and the syringe had slipped from his grasp. Bulkhead untangled the cable from around his neck and sucked air into his ventilation systems, doing his best to clear his aching processor.

Hardshell hadn’t strayed from the battle; he circled Bulkhead and Flatline, still low on all fours like a predator stalking its prey. The growl however was from Flatline, who rose to a half-crouch, the syringe-blade lashing at the air as it winched back into his servo with a soft snick. Bulkhead dragged himself to his pedes, eyeing them both. Flatline lunged forward, attempting to inject him again. Bulkhead pitched himself out of the way and punched Flatline in the back. The medibot wasn’t built for fighting, and the impact pounded him back down onto the ground with enough force to make his own processor spin. Bulkhead did himself, Hardshell, and maybe even Flatline a favour by grabbing the Decepti-Doc by the rotor blades and tossing him across the expanse of the summit. Flatline slammed into the rock with a pained shout.

On Bulkhead’s flank, another Insecticon took the opportunity to transform and charge. Bulkhead was ready for it, and swung around the chunk of Tox-En, knocking the bug out of the air. Dazed on its back, it couldn’t do anything to stop Bulkhead walking up to it, and slamming the Tox-En down against its stomach.

“Hold this.” Bulkhead ordered, as if it had a choice. The Insecticon groaned, horned head falling in defeat. With it out of the way, Bulkhead turned and placed all of his attention back onto his main adversary: Hardshell. The two circled each other, optics locked, and hackles raised.

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Bulkhead’s servo retracted, deploying his giant mace. He wound back, and hit Hardshell with everything he had.

Hardshell toppled, stumbling back until his heels reached the edge of a hole in the volcano’s otherwise sealed peak. Barely managing to catch himself, Hardshell glanced down at the smouldering crater, and then back towards Bulkhead. His mouth fell open in a warbling cry as he saw Bulkhead heave the piece of Tox-En towards him.

“Catch!” Bulkhead called. The rock slammed into Hardshell’s empty servos. The force pushed the Insecticon over the last of the distance, and he fell into the crater with a shocked scream.

The air felt clearer, apart from one last presence on the volcano alongside Bulkhead. He turned, locking optics with the last Decepticon left on the mountain. Flatline stared back at him. Bulkhead’s ventilation systems heaved, his shoulders hunched. His gaze bore into Flatline, and his mace was still held at his side, ready to bludgeon whatever threat remained.

Flatline glared at Bulkhead. He looked to the smouldering crater, where the last of his muscle had vanished into, and then back to the Wrecker. Bulkhead’s helm lowered, increasing the furrow in his brow. Wordlessly, Flatline took a step back, and then transformed. He knew his chances were abysmal in a one-on-one fight, so he chose to take off, retreating from the volcano.

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The mission had failed. Megatron was going to be…unhappy, to put it mildly. Flatline doubted he’d be able to avoid being reprimanded for his failure, not when he’d been assigned to assist the platoon of Insecticons. Maybe, hopefully, the Insecticons would receive the greater share of Megatron’s wrath. On the bright side, at least Flatline had escaped in better shape than Hardshell or Bulkhead.

And besides, there were other prizes more valuable than a simple victory.

Flatline chuckled, and increased his speed through the open sky. Safely nestled within his cabin, a sealed beaker rattled from the movement of its contents within. Through the flask’s thick glass, the murky glow of Tox-En shards, which Flatline had stolen from the fallen Insecticon’s throat, swirled with silent promise.

[hexusproductions]

Flatline in: Toxicity

Summary: A selection of scenes from the TFP episode “Toxicity”, rewritten to include Flatline, my OC.

Author’s Note: Originally posted 3/2/2024. I quite enjoyed doing this snippet format, focusing on the scenes that would include Flatline rather than writing out the entire episode.

The ground bridge opened, swirling with green and blue light. Three Insecticons barreled through, wings humming as they touched down onto the volcanic rock beneath their pedes. Gathered around the ground bridge, the three watched Hardshell stalk out after them, with Flatline close behind. The Insecticons regarded Hardshell for a moment, waiting for his command as the bridge closed. Flatline’s right servo flexed, the syringe digit primed and ready, as Hardshell growled.

“Divide, and do not hesitate to conquer.” Hardshell raised his fists towards the sky in a gesture of strength. Wordlessly, the three Insecticons flew off in three different dimensions. Hardshell and Flatline transformed into their own respective flight modes. Hardshell travelled forward, in the yet-untaken direction; Ill-suited to travelling alone if things went awry, Flatline followed after him.

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Hardshell came back online with a groan. Slowly, he pulled himself to his pedes, shaking off the pain in his circuitry. The beating of chitinous wings filled the air, and the other three Insecticons circled overhead, grim expressions set on their beetle-like faces as they gathered around Hardshell. Flatline’s pink helm peered out from behind one of the rocks bordering the flat expanse, which had just been Bulkhead and Hardshell’s makeshift arena, and he strode across the space to rejoin the group.

“Do you still think you don’t need me?” A smirk crept into Flatline’s voice as he looked at the twitching nub on Hardshell’s face, which had formerly been his other mandible. Hardshell was sourly looking down, at where the severed end of the mandible lay, stuck into the ground at his pedes. Without moving his visor from the spot, he snarled at Flatline. The medic flinched, taking a quick step back.

“The Wrecker left me alive.” Hardshell paused, and a hiss escaped his maw. “The last mistake he will ever make.” With an inhuman leap upwards, Hardshell quickly transformed. He and the other Insecticons veered around, charging through the air on the trail of the relic. Flatline’s helicopter form flew alongside the sole straggler, rotor blades beating hard.

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As the Insecticon reached inside, muffled beeping emitted from inside of the container.

“No, wait-!” Hardshell exclaimed. The grenade hidden inside went off, exploding in a great burst of flame and force that shunted two of the curious Insecticons backwards. The third one, who had reached inside the container to begin with, wasn’t so lucky - he was blasted off his pedes, landing on his back. Jagged shrapnel of green rock had pierced through the Insecticon’s throat, and he writhed and let out a shriek before falling still, dead within seconds.

The whole thing had happened in less than a moment, too quick for anyone but Hardshell to do anything. But instead of being horrified by the gruesome state of the corpse lying before them all, Flatline perked up in visible interest.

“Oooh…” Flatline’s breathing mask slid over his faceplate, cooing as he hopped forward and crouched beside the fallen warrior. His bright blue optics glimmered with intrigue, and he reached towards the fuming shrapnel. Only for a massive clawed servo to wrap around his shoulder pauldron and yank him back. Flatline stumbled, and he glared at the back of Hardshell’s helm, as the leader stepped forward and leaned down himself. He just as quickly reared back when he recognised the substance, an arm held protectively across his faceplate.

“Tox-En.” Hardshell sneered, slowly backing away.

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The Insecticon corpse trembled and wailed, apparently not as dead as it might have initially seemed. Although, that might have been because of Flatline’s prodding, probing the foul injury with a pair of forceps. He could feel the Insecticons’ optics on his back, and he heard Hardshell’s grunt of irritation, but all of Flatline’s attention was focused on their dying compatriot.

“Lord Megatron. The object we seek, it is…Tox-En.”

The Insecticon whined weakly, and Flatline smiled behind his mask as he used the forceps to tilt its chin up, further exposing the wound and allowing him to record a proper reading of the Tox-En’s toxicity. It’d been a long time since Flatline had bared witness to the substance, and he wasn’t about to waste this wonderful opportunity.

He was vaguely aware that Hardshell and Megatron were still talking over the comm-link. Flatline couldn’t hear Megatron’s side of the brief exchange, but based on Hardshell’s growling tone, he assumed the conversation wasn’t going well.

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“Wrecker!”

Hardshell’s call echoed across the volcano’s solidified summit. Bulkhead looked up as Hardshell swooped down above, circling and landing across from the Autobot. He transformed, and ordered, “Put down the rock, and allow us to put you out of your misery.”

The rest of the Insecticons climbed over the lip of the volcano, claws and fangs bared. The ch-ch-ch of a t-cog joined the thrum of inhuman growling as Flatline touched down alongside them; his right servo hung by his hip, digits curled and blade primed.

Bulkhead’s optics narrowed, looking around at the group of Decepticons that currently had him surrounded.

“Gotta swat some flies…” His balance felt uneasy when he shifted his weight to his other pede, but his expression was set, determined.

Bulkhead took another grenade from his belt, flicking off the pin and throwing it at the feet of the nearest Insecticon. It peered at the grenade for the split-second before the grenade exploded, throwing it back against the rock wall. Hardshell snarled and unsheathed his second pair of arms, the taloned ends razor-sharp and ready to tear through green Autobot plating. The snarl deepened to a roar as Hardshell charged forward. Bulkhead planted his pedes, tightened his grip around the chunk of Tox-En, and thrust it upwards into Hardshell’s throat. Hardshell screamed, clawed pedes struggling for purchase on the molten rocky floor. He was held aloft by the Tox-En, spasming as the false energon’s touch dissolved through his neck cabling.

“Fair warning…” Bulkhead growled through gritted teeth while Hardshell struggled, “I’m contagious.”

The syringe-blade glanced off of Bulkhead’s armour, narrowly missing its intended target of the gap between the metal. Bulkhead winced and glanced back over his shoulder, in time to see the blade’s attached length of cable retract back into Flatline’s arm. Flatline’s optics were narrowed, and looked just as bloodthirsty as the Insecticons’ did.

“Then allow me to administer the cure.” Flatline’s arm snapped forward, the blade shooting forward at the speed of a bullet. It struck into Bulkhead’s back, and Bulkhead bellowed as he felt the weaponised syringe administering something foreign into his body. Flatline rolled his arm with one wide, quick motion. The syringe’s cable hooked up and around Bulkhead’s neck, and yanked. Bulkhead wrenched his helm against it - still forcing the Tox-En forward, not allowing Hardshell any reprieve - but a wave of nausea and weakness wracked his frame, Flatline’s poison adding to the Tox-En’s already overwhelming effects, and he hadn’t noticed the mad doctor rush towards him until Flatline’s other servo suddenly dug into his faceplate, ripping him downwards the rest of the way.

The ground rumbled as Bulkhead fell on his back. Freed from the Tox-En’s burn, Hardshell gasped and stumbled back, falling to all fours.

“You don’t look well, Autobot.” Flatline leered over Bulkhead’s fallen form, the cable still pulling taut against Bulkhead’s neck. Bulkhead blinked wearily, forced to watch Flatline’s lips curl with satisfaction. The rock was still within his grasp, and he tightened his hold around it - nothing else mattered except ensuring he still had hold of it.

Flatline slipped the syringe free of Bulkhead’s back, brandishing it like a knife while the cable was being used to strangle. Beads of energon dripped from the edge.

“Don’t worry,” Flatline pressed the syringe to the gap between Bulkhead’s neck and his chestplate. Flatline’s pseudo-soothing tone was ruined by a building laugh, “I’ll put you out of your misery.” He went to thrust, but Bulkhead’s free servo seized him by the arm. Bulkhead heaved, flipping Flatline over and slamming him into the ground in the same movement. Flatline cried out, plating groaning from the impact, and the syringe had slipped from his grasp. Bulkhead untangled the cable from around his neck and sucked air into his ventilation systems, doing his best to clear his aching processor.

Hardshell hadn’t strayed from the battle; he circled Bulkhead and Flatline, still low on all fours like a predator stalking its prey. The growl however was from Flatline, who rose to a half-crouch, the syringe-blade lashing at the air as it winched back into his servo with a soft snick. Bulkhead dragged himself to his pedes, eyeing them both. Flatline lunged forward, attempting to inject him again. Bulkhead pitched himself out of the way and punched Flatline in the back. The medibot wasn’t built for fighting, and the impact pounded him back down onto the ground with enough force to make his processor spin. Bulkhead did himself, Hardshell, and maybe even Flatline a favour by grabbing the Decepti-Doc by the rotor blades and tossing him across the expanse of the summit. Flatline slammed into the rock with a pained shout.

On Bulkhead’s flank, another Insecticon took the opportunity to transform and charge. Bulkhead was ready for it, and swung around the chunk of Tox-En, knocking the bug out of the air. Dazed on its back, it couldn’t do anything to stop Bulkhead walking up to it, and slamming the Tox-En down against its stomach.

“Hold this.” Bulkhead ordered, as if it had a choice. The Insecticon groaned, horned head falling in defeat. With it out of the way, Bulkhead turned and placed all of his attention back onto his main adversary: Hardshell. The two circled each other, optics locked, and hackles raised.

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Bulkhead’s servo retracted, deploying his giant mace. He wound back, and hit Hardshell with everything he had.

Hardshell toppled, stumbling back until his heels reached the edge of a hole in the volcano’s otherwise sealed peak. Barely managing to catch himself, Hardshell glanced down at the smouldering crater, and then back towards Bulkhead. His mouth fell open in a warbling cry as he saw Bulkhead heave the piece of Tox-En towards him.

“Catch!” Bulkhead called. The rock slammed into Hardshell’s empty servos. The force pushed the Insecticon over the last of the distance, and he fell into the crater with a shocked scream.

The air felt clearer, apart from one last presence on the volcano alongside Bulkhead. He turned, locking optics with the last Decepticon left on the mountain. Flatline stared back at him. Bulkhead’s ventilation systems heaved, his shoulders hunched. His gaze bore into Flatline, and his mace was still held at his side, ready to bludgeon whatever threat remained.

Flatline glared at Bulkhead. He looked to the smouldering crater, where the last of his muscle had vanished into, and then back to the Wrecker. Bulkhead’s helm lowered, increasing the furrow in his brow. Wordlessly, Flatline took a step back, and then transformed. He knew his chances were abysmal in a one-on-one fight, so he chose to take off, retreating from the volcano.

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The mission had failed. Megatron was going to be…unhappy, to put it mildly. Flatline doubted he’d be able to avoid being reprimanded for his failure, not when he’d been assigned to assist the platoon of Insecticons. Maybe, hopefully, the Insecticons would receive the greater share of Megatron’s wrath. On the bright side, at least Flatline had escaped in better shape than Hardshell or Bulkhead.

And besides, there were other prizes more valuable than a simple victory.

Flatline chuckled, and increased his speed through the open sky. Safely nestled within his cabin, a sealed beaker rattled from the movement of its contents within. Through the flask’s thick glass, the murky glow of Tox-En shards, which Flatline had stolen from the fallen Insecticon’s throat, swirled with silent promise.

[iliterallydecepticanteven]

Glad you like it! To elaborate a bit it would go like Blackarachnia initially worked with the two on researching techno-organics she thought their research would help fix her affliction soon she finds out they were actually researching to make more techno-organics like her so it all ends quite violently and they all go their separate ways.

I like the idea of the two idolizing Blackarachnia’s form viewing it as a blessing unlike her.

Tarantulas would use his research to turn himself into the Tarantulas we know today (Him and Airachnid would have different names before they mutated themselves) he would then create Inferno, Rampage and Quickstrike.

Airachnid would go a step further and turn herself into the first techno-organic triple changer (In TFP she had the ability to turn into both a spider and a helicopter without any explanation). She would create the Insecticons by tricking 3 Cons who were on the run from Autobots they would become Kickback, Shrapnel and Bombshell.

Airachnid was fully aware of the consequences that would happen to her if she became a triple changer but still went through with it.

OOH THIS IS GOOD!! I really like this, especially the vibes of Blackarachnia thinking she's gonna get a cure only to find out she's become an unwilling god for their weird little techno-organic cult. The Airachnid thing is especially interesting since we can assume Blackarachnia has already turned Blitzwing into a triplechanger and all the notes plus a big warning label on the file saying not to replicate anything she did because it was too risky and too detrimental to the subject.

The idea of it ending violently but both Tarantulas and Airachnid still succeeding also steps it up for a horrible reencounter for them all. Blackarachnia seeing them both again, horrified at what they've become and what they've subjected others to, while they beg her for her approval and praise in their successes. Very twisted I love it!

It sounds like you have it really fleshed out so if you're thinking about making stuff for it, whether it be a fic or comic or whatever I say go for it! This is a very solid foundation to build the story off of!

[fiftyshadesofmetal]

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This blog is mainly going to be for my fetish/kink/nsfw transformers or general robot/mech nsfw content.

(Largely just Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. I've got a obessesion)

Please feel free to request stuff! I’m always happy to indulge. Gonna be clear right here tho since my blog has a lot of the lambros, NO TWINCEST

DRAWING/WRITING ASKS CLOSED

(Catching up on current Queue!)

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✅ Characters:

Sunstreaker (IDW1/IDW2/MTME/g1)

Sideswipe (IDW1/IDW2/G1/Tfa)

Arcee (IDW1)

Cheetor (Beastwars/IDW1/Cyberverse)

Cosmos (IDW1/g1)

FirstAid (MTMTE/IDW1)

Thundercracker (IDW1)

Bombeshell/Shrapnel/Kickback (G1/IDW/Dreamwave)

Ironhide (IDW1/G1)

Nautica (MTMTE)

Skids (MTMTE)

Blaster (g1/MTMTE/IDW1)

Skywarp (IDW1)

Tracks (g1)

Airraid (g1/WFC)

Whirl (MTMTE)

Grimlock (MTMTE/IDW1)

Scavangers (MTMTE/IDW1)

Fortress Maximus (MTMTE/IDW1)

Airrazor (ROTB/Beastwars/WFC)

Dinobot (Beastwards/WFC)

Needlenose (IDW)

Soundwave (IDW1/g1)

❌Characters:

ANY TFP/TFA/RiD/ES VERSIONS OF CHARACTERS

Bumblebee

Jazz

Prowl

Bob the Insecticon (Please don't ask this, he's a legit animal)

Optimus Prime

DJD

Tailgate

Swerve

Kup

Ratchet

Overlord

Getaway

Brawn

Shockwave

Strongarm

Bulkhead

Alpha Trion

Blurr

Archanid

If your characters not in either the do's/dont's, feel free to send the ask and I'll probably figure out if I would want to do them or not!

✅Kinks:

Oral Vore (Safe/Soft and soft digestion w/ reformation, slight weight gain)

Feederism (Some stuffing/weight gain)

Oviposistion

Petplay

BDSM (Mostly dom/sub, bondage, degradation)

Cumflation

Chasity cage

Valve/Spike piercings

Mouth/Maw shots

Overstimulation

Knotting

Edging

Size Difference/Extreme Size Difference (probably wont do a character any smaller then their partners hand)

🔘 Kinks:

Breasts/lactation/breastfeeding

Micro/Macro

Mech and/or Male pregnancy

CNC

Belching

Vore- Digestion no reformation

Anal Vore

❌Kinks:

Scat/farting

Watersports

Noncon

Large age gap

Age play

Feet

Knifeplay

Necrophilia

Gore

Cock Vore

If you want pairings, just put it in the ask and I'll see about it, as well as if theres any kinks you want that I dont have listed

Blacklist/Block:

Incest/Twincest (No Sunny/Sides shit thats fuckin nasty)

Zoophilia/Beastiality (Can't believe I have to say this, gross, leave bob alone)

Young (Just covering all my bases at this point, but I better not even have to see any shit like that interacting with me)

Proshippers

[blitzpaw-the-cyber-borzoi]

Is there anyone you plan to ship with him yet ??? :0

or possibly some headcanons (or canons i suppose since he’s your oc!) you have for Blitzpaw??

headcanons I have for him depends on the continuity & sometimes the character he's paired up with!!

but one thing for sure is, no matter the continuity, he's the type of person if he's friends with someone, he'll pick up bits of their mannerisms & speech. it's a way to know he cares!

also YEAH there's. a lot of characters I plan to ship him with!!

it's mostly characters I have a lil bit of an interest in. just a small interest. itty bitty /silly

anyways, under the cut I'll put the big list I have <3

Rattrap (BW) Dinobot (BW) Tarantulas (BW, Earthspark) Inferno (BW) Quickstrike (BW) Silverbolt (BW) Starscream (G1, TFA, TFP, Earthspark) Soundwave (G1, Earthspark) Knock Out (TFP) Breakdown (TFP) Ratchet (G1, TFA, TFP, MTMTE) Thundercracker (G1) Skywarp (G1, Earthspark) Swoop (G1) Grimlock (G1, RiD15, Earthspark) Blurr (G1, TFA) Hot Rod (G1) Rodimus (MTMTE) Megatron (TFA, Earthspark) Blitzwing (TFA) Prowl (G1, TFA) Wheeljack (G1, TFP, Earthspark) Powerglide (G1) Warpath (G1) Tracks (G1) Astrotrain (G1) Sideswipe (G1, RiD15) Sunstreaker (G1) Blaster (G1) Shockwave (G1, TFA, Earthspark) Shrapnel (G1) Swindle (G1, TFA, Earthspark) Cliffjumper (G1) Ironhide (G1) Mixmaster (G1) Arcee (Earthspark) Jazz (G1) Bumblebee (G1, TFP, RiD15, Earthspark) Red Alert (G1) Kup (G1) Swerve (MTMTE) Misfire (MTMTE) Rung (MTMTE) Drift (MTMTE) Skids (MTMTE) Ultra Magnus (G1, TFA, TFP + Minimus Ambus MTMTE) Kaon (MTMTE) Mirage (ROTB) Fix-it (RiD15) Smokescreen (TFP)

[le-sluagh]

If Transformers as Vines 9

A new stupid video XD