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i haven't drawn this AU in a while so, here's a doodle. someone's not in the mood for talking...

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agent fowler convinces optimus to try wearing a suit for the next reunion with people from the government. it doesn't go well.

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I love their doomed yaoi... ;w;

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RatchPax moments

"My precious constellation, your laughter usually brings me immense joy, but right now that sound is causing me unbearable suffering. Please, have mercy on your poor wretch."

"You get so eloquent when you're hungover."

Ratchet felt the chill of a servo against his tormented helm. Blindly, he reached out and found the familiar curve of Orion’s thigh. 

Summoning the last of his strength, he gripped those glorious thighs and lifted his head slightly. Just a bit more effort and now his helm was resting on them. 

Their coolness felt like a divine gift from Primus himself. Above him came a quiet chuckle, followed by the faintest touch of fingers against the back of his neck. The fingers gently massaged his cervical cables. Ratchet tightened his grip and adjusted his helm for maximum comfort. 

"Where did Jazz get that swill?"

“Looks like he took it from Kup’s personal stash. Brewed by him, no less.”

"Bastard, a warning would've been nice." 

Those blessed fingers kept massaging his neck. 

"Don’t fret, beloved. He’s much worse off right now. Prowl’s with him." 

"Ha!" A fleeting moment of schadenfreude brought with it another sharp stab of pain right in the center of his helm. "Ow!" 

Orion, his radiant starlight, seemed to sense exactly where it hurt most, and now those gentle, soothing touches shifted higher on his helm. 

"Maybe this’ll teach you. Both of you." 

Ratchet felt a wave of calm wrap around him. He was drifting off. He thought Orion was humming something.

***

It’s strange how the atmosphere of a familiar place shifts when you come at a different time than usual. When he visits the Iacon Archives, it’s always with friends, classmates. During the brightest hours of Cybertron, when the halls are filled with other mechs. 

But now, it’s quiet. Empty. A little unsettling. That’s why he doesn’t much like coming to the Archives during the dark phase. Sometimes it feels like someone’s watching you—closely, intently, peering into your very spark. From the depths of the empty corridors, occasional sounds echo through, and in the vacant halls, their reverberations sound especially eerie.

Everyone knew it was just the lift mechanisms, or archive workers stretching their limbs after long hours of sitting. Someone yawns wearily, pushing a cart filled with forgotten datapads. 

Ratchet tightened his grip on the object he’d carried so carefully all the way here, and stepped deeper into the archive. He knew the archivist who often helped him during his studies actually worked in the historical department. But lately, the archive hadn’t been doing so well, if the rumors were true, and the archivists had to take on tasks far outside their usual duties.

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten another urgent project that was due yesterday?” Ratchet barely stopped himself from shrieking like a startled sparkling. He spun around sharply. Oh, lucky him. That awful habit of sneaking up on bots belonged to only one archivist. The one he was looking for.

Orion Pax didn’t look great. Ratchet gave him a quick once-over, from pedes to helm. He was standing too straight, his optics too dim, and the data cables that usually twitched and shifted with constant motion now dragged lifelessly behind him on the floor.

It was an interesting thing. Those cables. They started at Pax’s helm—well, they were part of his processor, really. Thin and long, there were dozens of them. Ratchet had never touched them, but he knew they were made of fine metal filaments, encased in the strongest fiber-optic shielding.

Normally, they were always in motion, serving Pax not only in their primary function but also as auxiliary limbs. But now, they were completely still. A few hung across Pax’s face, adding a certain disheveled confusion to his already exhausted appearance.

When his gaze finally landed on Pax’s face, Ratchet realized he’d been staring for far too long. Silently. Completely silently.

“Ahem.” Was his faceplate burning, or was it just unusually warm in the archive? What had Orion asked him earlier? Oh, right! Primus, one outburst and now it’s branded into his reputation for the rest of his functioning.

“Actually, no! That was just once. I brought something. For you.”

He extended the servo holding the gift. It was a metal pin, long and tapered at one end, adorned with engravings and a crystal pendant.

Orion tilted his head, puzzled, examining it. Even more cables slipped down across his face. It was cute.

Orion’s optics returned to him. There was a silent question in them.

“This is for your cables.”

“Hm?”

“Can you sit down?”

Apparently, the archivist really was tired. Because without further questions, he sat on the nearest chair. Ratchet was sure he’d fall asleep right there.

The medic stepped up behind him.

“May I?”

He barely touched the tip of one cable with his finger. He knew Orion would feel it.

A slight nod.

Ratchet took the upper cables in his hands and gently wrapped them around a pin, just a few movements, and now they were gathered into a neat bundle. Orion turned around in surprise and reached out with one hand toward the bundled cables.

The pendant with crystals swayed and jingled with every movement he made.

***

It was nice to sit like this. Their living space was a mess.

Datapads that no longer fit on the shelf had been stacked into uneven towers nearby. The berth was unmade. In the corner by the panoramic window stood mugs filled with Orion’s techno-plants.

Ratchet’s own tools and notes for his latest research project were still scattered across the floor. The closet was open and it never really closed properly anyway. One of the hinges was broken, and their things spilled out from it, tossed in who-knows-when by Primus-knows-whom.

They sat on the floor, on firm cushions around a low table, eating the remnants of last night’s dinner for breakfast.

Orion was chatting cheerfully about everything and nothing, his voice light and animated.

The light of two moons spilled into the apartment through the wide panoramic window, bathing the cluttered space in a soft glow. Living on the top floor had its downsides but this view, this light, was perhaps the one undeniable perk.

“Wait, how many languages do you know already?” 

Orion chews thoughtfully, trying to answer mid-bite. 

“S’ver’l”

“And you want to learn another one?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Why?” 

“I want to know your native language.” 

Ratchet shakes his head. Silly thing. 

“It’s not a common tongue. Not many speakers left.” 

“But you love speaking it.” 

“So what?” 

“I want to speak with you in your language.”

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Watched Transformers Prime recently... Absolutely loved it! Characters are so much fun im obsessed.... Immediately ordered myself a Knockout figure 😃

Robots are out of my comfort zone so I sketched some humanizations....

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I think they should give Ratchet eyelashes again

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I like to think that Optimus has a thing for people being mean to him as all his top ships are with: Megatron, Ratchet, and Starscream. (Elita too if you want to make that argument)

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A bit more on Rigel ^^ 💙❤️

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Just the two old cuties 🥹

Lights went out in my neighborhood and I hadn't saved half of my progress, so I cried inside for like five minutes, thankfully Krita saved the day and gave me my file back so, yay :D

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they make me ill.

in another world, pax still continued to explore the archives and retell the stories he found of the primes to dee, and dee listens intently, asking questions every now and then.

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I read the newest Skybound volume.... and me and @fowo thought about what if they fought and Megs enjoyed it a little too much....

(featuring the cannon. For the megopweek day prompt, weapon)

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Another commission done, another stupid dratchcee post. 🎉

I wanted to draw pregnant Ratchet and realized.. that might not work at all. This fat man is the bane of my existence.

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so true twin. so true

Guys I think he's going to bust

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Sorry I have nothing much to offer so here Kitty Roddy and Soundy in the meantime

Separate ⬇️

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wgatever.. go forth art dump

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