#Arcee Tfp

[ramunaee]

happy lesbian week ermmm 5 days late

[the-forgotten-cybertronian]

I don't see any differences

Oh, and then we have more of this...

I know it sounds pointless, but alien robots need to be taught to understand memes...

[jujucomet]

Kept me insane thought-out exams

[mysticfoxdesigns]

Nighttime rides are always the best

Unblurred version below cut

This was meant to be a simple background practice, but I got carried away. So have some Jack and Arcee fanart!

[corhore]

[ideological-rudiment]

THEM!

[nebula-award]

Bestie wake up, new Arcee fan art just dropped

Bonus:

[margoshrmargoshing]

Guys, i have a small tfp theory

Do you remember when in "hurt", Arcee called for Wheeljack when Bulkhead was shot? And said that she thought he would want to see him

Arcee is implied to be the yaoi shipper be interested in their relationship, as she asks Bulkhead vague questions in con job and gives them relationship advice later in season 3

So i have a thought: what if Arcee thought that Wheeljack is his conjux endura?

Usually things like medical trust falling into the hands of partner if one of them is unable to make medical decisions are the first mentioned things when official materials talk about conjux endura, at least he would have to know what happened. It can also sound like friendship too, but it feels like it was implied

[callsign-relic]

Platonic cuddles with tfp arcee and her female human bff!!! Maybe arcee got done with a real stressful mission and reader and cee just want to cuddle and de-stress???

Thank you and have a good day/night!!!

Thank you for being my first Arcee request!! I did change the “returning from a stressful mission” bit into something a little different, but the platonic cuddles are still there and in full force, I hope you don’t mind :) hope you enjoy!

Warnings: SFW, platonic, Fem!Human!Reader

Typically, Arcee loathed the sound of silence.

Oftentimes it reminded her of all she had lost. No cheerful laughter or talkative bots to fill the air, the femme found herself prone to spiraling back down into her grief the more she thought about it. On those days where the echoes haunted her too loudly, she distanced herself from her teammates. It made sense to her processor that the further she strayed from those she cared about, the safer they’d be.

You had caught her during one of those days.

While Arcee and Jack would always be close, you didn’t think it was too much of a stretch to say you didn’t have a connection with her. As the only female-approximate Cybertronian at the base, and as a woman yourself, you found her to be a little more approachable- also thanks to her smaller size. The two of you bonded over trivial things- as big as divulging curiosities about each other's cultures to one another, or as simple as speedy drives down the empty highways of Jasper, Nevada.

In fact, you had planned on inviting her on one of those very drives. The weather had been sour for the past week- for once giving reason to the unbearable Nevada heat- and it was today that the rain clouds had finally decided to disperse. You were the antsy type, though certainly not worse than Miko, so you wanted to see if you and the two-wheeler could get a new record in.

You paced excitedly in your spot, awaiting Ratchet to open the groundbridge and for your friend to step in through it. That familiar green light swirled to life, and you raced forwards.

In stepped Smokescreen, then Bulkhead, and finally…

There was silence for a moment.

All mechs (and one human) present within the room turn curiously to the groundbridge. Someone was missing.

At last, the navy blue femme enters through the bridge- gaze downcast and servo freshly transformed from her blaster into a hand.

“Arcee, welcome back!” You jog into her line of sight. “The weather’s finally cleared up! It’s been a while, so I was thinking we could head out and…” slowly, you trail off. Arcee wasn’t looking at you.

Wordlessly, she presses forwards into the depths of the base, turning the corner as all watch her exit. Your brow furrows, and the rookie mech high above you says what you didn’t dare say aloud.

“What’s up with her?”

His question is quickly followed by a yelp- the result of a light, yet well-placed punch to the shoulder from Bulkhead. “What?! What’d I say?!”

“Arcee can get like this from time to time,” Ratchet interjects before a fight can break out. “There is often not much we can do except leave her to her own devices. With time, she will come back to us.”

As you listen to the medic’s explanation, your stomach churns with a mix of anger and concern. You couldn’t just leave her like this. Despite her cool demeanor, Arcee was one of the most fun-loving bots you had ever met. It tore you apart inside to see her sulk.

Sure, maybe you couldn’t fix all of her problems right away. But you could at least try to be there for her.

As the mechs above continued discussing amongst themselves, you took the opportunity to take advantage of your smaller size and slip away unnoticed. You turn the corner into the section of the base that housed all of the Autobot berthrooms. It was a section not frequently visited by you, but you had sneaked enough peeks in your spare time to know where the femme’s room was located.

To your surprise, the sliding door to Arcee’s berthroom wasn’t fully shut. A sliver remained open- not enough for a Cybertronian to enter, but certainly for a human to slip through. You felt bad coming in without permission, but it looked like you had no better opportunity. Sucking in your gut, you turn sideways and squeeze through the crack, emerging into a dark room on the other side.

The only visible light was from the femme’s optics, glowing a bright energon blue with a hint of pink from the rings at their centers. She still hasn’t turned to face you, so you still had the element of surprise if you needed it.

You examined her expression for a moment. She appeared to be deep in thought- the same blank stare as before, if not with her optical ridges furrowed forwards the slightest bit more.

Well, there was no point in standing around any longer.

“Arcee?” Your little voice breaks through the quiet, and the femme turns to look at you for the first time in the entire night.

“What? What are you doing here?” The two-wheeler rises from her berth and approaches you, looking about ready to kick you out. Despite her body language, however, her tone of voice seemed more confused than upset.

“Wait, just hear me out!” You raise your arms in a show of goodwill, and Arcee stops. “I just… I know you’re feeling… off, let’s put it, today. You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong if you don’t want to. I just couldn’t bear to see you like this anymore, and I wanted to see if I could help.”

The femme’s optics squint.

“But, if you really do just need alone time, I totally get that. I can go.”

Arcee watches you for a moment- as if scanning for any tells to see if you were lying. But after a long moment of her scrutiny, her expression finally softens, and she turns her face away from you.

“Alright. You can stay.”

You smile, but the femme doesn’t see it, as she starts towards her berth as soon as she finishes her sentence. You follow close behind, only stopping when she sits and brings her pedes up onto her berth. You jump in place a couple of times to try and reach the edge, but your arms are just short enough to where you can’t latch on.

It’s only when you jump one final time and find yourself stopped in mid air that you realize something was off. You look down and find a slender, grey servo wrapped carefully around your waist- and when you look up, you see Arcee offering the smallest of smiles.

You smile right back, allowing her to carry you along as she lies down against her berth. The femme places you upon her chest once she settles onto her back- you’re almost tempted to pull back, not wanting to intrude on her space, but you realize that if she’s the one who brought you here, she wanted you there.

So, you lean into her frame instead. You burrow your head into the crook of her neck just above her chestplate, and Arcee gently places a servo along your waist. Neither of you said anything, but sometimes things left unsaid could leave a stronger impact than when stated aloud.

Typically, Arcee loathed the sound of silence. But, tonight?

For once, she found solace in it, and solace in you.

[thicctails]

No Merformers AU is complete without the, y’know, actual Merformers. Posting this while I get the AU info together

[magcargos]

various sketches of human tfp arcee

[ramunaee]

a lady's vitals are her own business

[jexjoydex]

💖✨Sleepy ratty✨💖

[jujucomet]

We need more arcee

Infiltration gone wrong

[kissettka]

some of you have asked for more confessions from some tfp characters. well… here you go!

[corhore]