#Poor cliffjumper

[thegoldenshi-shi]

One Deathsaurus' people:I know what you are

Cliffjumper:*sweating* a bumblebee?

One Deathsaurus' people:Yes!Can I have an autograph-

Cliffjumper:*crying internally*I have won,but at what cost-

Poor Cliffjumper, realizing that his problems with Deathsaurus keep growing even when the Decepticon isn't the one actively causing them.

And the only way out may be to become the one thing he's fought all these eons...

A Bumblebee impersonator.

A poor quality Drillhorn because he won Random Deathsaurus Underling of the Day

[80s-arcade-carpet]

cliffjumper would be rolling in his grave knowing mirage outlived him

[amorphous-binary]

A gouache Bumblebee + a watercolour Cliffjumper.

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Went to the shops today, and picked up some brushes (sizes 3/0 & 4), some of those fillable waterbrushes, a new kneaded eraser and some new watercolor paper.

I bought small brushes specifically so I could use them for linework, and whatever smaller details my round brush (size 10) couldn't quite get

Very satisfied with Bumblebee, though you can definitely see the underlying pencil :']

[0oxxo]

Poor cliffjumper

[in1-nutshell]

Hello! Sorry I’ve been putting a lot of asks. You can feel free to push this one later. I just wanted to submit this ask while I still remembered this idea. A while ago I read your post about Optimus Prime with a daughter who was his exact opposite, and I loved that one! So may I request a similar idea with TFP Ratchet? Like TFP Ratchet with a daughter bot Buddy who is his exact opposite. Like who had a gentle and sweet and that “Does it hurt here? Aww, you poor thing” “Hey you are doing so much better! Aww! Great job” type of classic cartoon nurse personality, as well as the classic “I love these little creatures! Can we keep them? Father pleaaase?” type of little girl personality (probably to the humans, to Ratchet’s dismey). And she also looked up to Arcee a lot. Like, A LOT! Her absolute idol! she would want to copy every way Arcee talk and behave (even the bad examples)(much to Ratchet’s dismay) and copying the way Arcee battle too. And thanks to Arcee she now wished she could join the battlefield and do all these wonderful cool and dangerous things too! (Once again, much to Ratchet’s dismey)

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! YES! Give Ratchet a child!

Hope you enjoy!

Ratchet with a daughter who has the exact opposite personality to his own

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFP

Buddy was originally a sparkling from a dear friend of Ratchet and Orion Pax’s.

Their caregiver was an extremely pacifistic bot who wanted nothing more than peace on Cybertron. But once in a while the caregiver would join a rally with Pax and Ratchet. They believed in change and agreed something needed to be done.

They sadly passed away from natural causes one day when they dropped Buddy off at his clinic to pick up some rust sticks for Buddy. The two friends were devastated hearing the news while the sparkling was happily playing around with her toys.

Their caregiver had placed Ratchet as the primary care giver if anything should happen, Orion was to be the sparkling godparent.

Ratchet took on the new duties immediately.

It was the least he could do for his friend and the sparkling.

Ratchet made sure to let the sparkling know what happened to their caregiver when they were older.

“And that’s the story.”--Ratchet

“So, they’re really gone then?”--Buddy

“Yes…”--Ratchet

“…Does that mean I can’t tell bots you’re my caregiver?”--Buddy

“What?”--Ratchet

“I mean, you take care of me, you feed me, you help me with stuff I don’t know, you helped me choosing my alt mode, you let me rant when things get too much, and you love me… right?”--Buddy

“Of course, I do!”--Ratchet

“Then?”--Buddy

“…I am…I…”--Ratchet

“You don’t have to say it if you aren’t ready. I love you, you take your time.”--Buddy

“… I love you, Buddy. I love you, my sparkling.”--Ratchet

“To Luna 1 and back?”--Buddy

“To Luna 1 and back.”--Ratchet

The sparkling grew up with a peculiar personality contrasting his.

She wasn’t as sarcastic as he was. If fact it was rare to hear her say sarcastic things. Buddy rather expressed herself open when she could.

“Hi Arcee! Hi Cliffjumper! How was patrol this evening?”--Buddy

“It was fine. Not a Con in sight.”--Arcee

“And too bad too. We would have knocked out their processors out right away!”--Cliffjumper

“Any wounds today? Dents? Dinges? Scratches?”--Buddy

“Yeah I think some of the gravel clipped my servos.”--Cliffjumper

“Oh! Let me!—”--Buddy

“He was joking Buddy.”—Arcee

“Oh…”--Buddy

“…But I do have some cool looking rocks to add to your collection.”—Cliffjumper

“Really! Awesome! Let me go get my collection right now!”—Buddy

“Nice save.”--Arcee

“No thanks to you ‘Cee.”--Cliffjumper

She was a very sensitive individual and extremely empathetic in nature. Just like her former Caregiver, a near perfect image of them.

That being said, Buddy did pick up some of Ratchet’s habits.

Sleep schedule? Never heard of them.

Perfectionist? Absolutely.

Think highly of a certain bot? Yes, but not the same one.

Buddy cleaning some of the medical equipment.

Bumblebee coming out from his habsuite.

“Beep beop! (Morning Buddy!)”--Bumblebee

“Morning? But it was just—oh! God morning Bumblebee!”--Buddy

“Beep… bep bep bop? (Buddy… how many hours did you sleep?)”--Bumblebee

“… So, are you going to pick up Raf today?”--Buddy

“Bep beep (Like Daughter like Father)”--Bumblebee

“Hey!”--Buddy

“Bep bop? (Am I wrong?)”--Bumblebee

“…No…”--Buddy

Buddy stayed by Ratchet’s side through the thick and thin as his nurse. It seemed like the best role for Buddy to play. They did get taught by the very best anyways.

The kids for the longest time thought that Buddy was simply a student to Ratchet.

“Hey Buddy, do you have parents?”--Miko

“Miko!”--Jack

“What it’s a valid question.”--Miko

“Umm… I’m confused. You know him already.”--Buddy

“Wait your parent is one of the bots on the Team?”--Raf

“Yes? I thought you knew already.”--Buddy

“Who is it! I bet its Optimus!”--Miko

“Actually, he is my godparent as you’d say it on Earth.”--Buddy

“Then who?”--Raf

“Ratchet.”--Buddy

“RATCHET!?”--Miko

“What’s wrong?!”--Ratchet

“You’re Buddy’s dad!?”--Miko

“Yes? I thought you knew already.”--Ratchet

“That’s what I said!”--Buddy

“But how—I want a Cybertronain DNA test, cause there is no way sweety Buddy is related to salty you.”--Miko

“I’m actually adopted Miko.”--Buddy

“Oh?”--Miko

“But that doesn’t mean you aren’t my daughter, Buddy.”--ratchet

“And that doesn’t mean you aren’t my father Ratchet.”--Buddy

“Wow…”--Jack

“This is too cute I’m going to go puke.”--Miko

“And you ruined it.”--Jack

This clears a lot of things for the humans.

Buddy was the eldest of the youngest group on Team Prime. She took her job as big sister seriously with Bumblebee and later with Smokescreen. She made sure to always be there for them in any way she could figure out was necessary.

The two bots enjoyed having someone have their backs and fixing them when they came back from patrol.

“Hey Smokes’, you’re doing amazing there.”--Buddy

“Really?”--Smokescreen

“Yeah, just a bit longer and you’ll be on your pedes in no time!”--Buddy

“Yeah!”--Smokescreen

“Then you can start the physical therapy.”--Buddy

“Can I skip that?”--Smokescreen

“Did I studder?”—Buddy

CRUNCH!

Bumblebee accidentally crushed a tool with his pede.

“Bee… Honeybee… I needed that.”--Buddy

Ratchet on the other side of the base.

“…I suddenly feel proud for some reason?”--Ratchet

Like Ratchet Buddy looked up to certain teammates.

While Ratchet looked up to Optimus, Buddy looked up to Arcee.

Buddy saw a hero and great friend in Arcee.

A part of Buddy, like Ratchet, wished she could do more to help the team. When she saw Arcee sparring and hearing the retellings of her stories, she could only imagine doing the stuff Arcee could do.

“Then what happened?”--Buddy

“That’s when me and Cliff went into the groundbridge while Shockwave shot at us with his canon.”--Arcee

“I remember hearing that cliff was knocked unconscious when he went into the portal. What did you do to Shockwave?”—Buddy

“Are you sure you want to know?”--Arcee

“Absolutely!”--Buddy

“Heh…I shot the Cyclops right in that giant optic of his! He fell straight back to Cybertron with a BANG!”--Arcee

“COOL!”—Buddy

“Please don’t influence my child.”--Ratchet

“No promises.”--Arcee

“Yeah, no promises!”--Buddy

“…Maybe you were right…”--Arcee

Ratchet just hopes that Buddy doesn’t follow Arcee exactly.

He is too old for these jump scares.

And its not like Buddy would go into battle with nothing more than their med kit for Arcee alone, right?

Right?

[transformer-analysis]

Transformer Prime Theory: The Optics

It’s interesting how, in TFP, the characters all have a variety of optics sizes and shapes, instead of everyone having plain solid colours like in G1 and most other continuities. And I personally believe there is some more biological reasons why some of these optics look the way they are (some big, some small, some solid colours and others not, and some having rings and others not).

TW: starvation mention.

THEORY #1:

The size of the optics is determined by how well fed and healthy the transformer is.

Firstly, we can see that most Transformers with big optics are Decepticons, who we always know have more Energon mines and supplies than the Autobots.

Secondly. Megatron has a big optic that take over the entire frame, and he is totally someone who would have a feast himself first before feeding his subjects. On the contrary Optimus have one of the smallest optic in the show, probably because, unlike Megatron, he would only eat himself when he knows his subjects are well fed. (Poor Optimus)

Thirdly, Breakdown and Bulkhead also have some of the biggest optics in their teams. Breakdown is one of the few in the show whose optics are complete solid colors, and, although Bulkhead’s optics are not solid colours, or completely take over the frame, they are still much bigger than most other Autobots. This is probably because they are both the muscles of the team so they must have been fed more so that they can be stronger and fight better. (Cliffjumper might have been one, too, because he also got a huge optic, but we never hang around him enough to know for sure)

Fourthly: Bumblebee also got big optics, probably because he is the youngest Autobot, and is probably still growing in a way, so everyone would want to make sure he got enough nutrients to grow up big and healthy.

Fifthly: I think this is the best proof of all. So throughout the show Starscream’s optics are always quite big and round (though it is not always obvious in bright lightings).

(“Partner”, Season 1 Episode 20)

However, in the Orion Episode, while Starscream was sneaking into the Nemisis to steal energons, his optics suddenly fill the whole frame

(“Orion Pax Part One”, Season 2, Episode 2)

This is likely because, since Starscream had gone rogue at this point, and we know that in “Rock Bottom” (Season One Episode 19) Starscream has been hiding energons for himself, perhaps Starscream hasn’t yet learned how to manage supplies sustainably on his own, and quickly drained his resources that he’s hide for himself before. Thus, more energons in the eyes. That’s probably also why he has taken the risk to go back to the Nemisis to steal Energon cause he was out of it already. He was living feast or famine at this point.

Now, there are some bugs in this theory, such as why Knockout have such a small pupil despite not having any reasons to starve. However, knowing Knockout and his obsession with his appearance, I believe he would totally put himself on a diet to look even more fabulous. I don’t think Transformers can really gain weight from Energons, though, at least not in the way we think, but Knockout could also just love the look of a small optic and think it fits his beauty, so he starved himself to achieve that.

One question you might have for the theory, “But it has been going around that Ratchet starve himself to save the supplies for the others, but his optics are big?” Now. Ratchet, I believe, is a different situation, which leaves us to theory #2.

THEORY #2:

The ring around the optic signify how intensely the optic was used.

Firstly, like mentioned above, Ratchet have a special optic: his centeral pupil itself is pretty small, similiar size with Optimus’s, but it got a big ring around it, making it look big. Now I think the ring have nothing to do with how well fed the Transformer is, like the theory above, it is there to supply more Energon to the function of the optic, and making it sharper basically. Knockout also have one, probably for the same reason as Ratchet.

Secondly: Bumblebee also have one. Understandable. He is the scout, he need to look afar a lot.

Thirdly: if you look closely you can see that Optimus got these colorless, metal ring around his optic, too, which no one else have, but it doesn’t have Energon in them. This is probably because he probably used to have them, as Orion Pax, who was an archives working in front of computers all the time. But over the years of not using it in the same way as much as the Prime, Energons left the ring and left the area, leaving the empty ring behind.

Now, there goes my theories and how I think the optics works, kind of. There is still a lot that I am still working on and might make another post off in the future, such as why some of them had a white ring/circle in their optics (I don’t think white rings work the same as blue rings, cause Bulkhead have a white ring but he doesn’t have any reasons to need good vision more than others.) and why their optics are different colors.

I hoped you enjoy this

[mychlapci]

I have a headcanon of medics being trained to essentially 'pause' pregnancies for bots through coding, so if you're not in a safe place to give birth or need to go into stasis or something they can just pause it and continue the process when it's safer. The only real downside is that it's kinda rough on the carrier just because, y'know, baby was supposed to come out in 12 months and they've been in there for 3 years and after you unpause it the pregnancy speeds up comparative to how long you had it paused.... Anyways this is all a very elaborate excuse to say Ratchets gets knocked up just before the war kicked off and decides to pause his pregnancy until it's over, assuming it'll last a couple years at most. Half of his grumpy personality comes from the fact he's been pregnant for four millions years and his back really hurts, and he realized a while ago that when the war does finally end, he's going to have to go through his entire pregnancy in a few days. (I like to think a few other grumpy bots have the same problem, like cliffjumper, just because I like to think about him getting absolutely stuffed full of sparklings

ooh that's fun. I wonder how exactly that would work. Perhaps while a carrying cycle is paused, the sparkling's frame isn't being forged within the gestation tank but the coding continues to develop, meaning that all the information the frame needs to create a sparkling isn't slowly built up alongside the frame but acquired before the baby even really begins to form… once the pregnancy is reset, the carrier's frame has relatively everything it needs to start making the sparkling, accelerating the process…

4 million years pregnant… I'm in favour of long transformers carrying cycles, but this is ridiculous. Poor Ratchet. He's got a little bit of a pouch on his belly all the time that doesn't look all that heavy, but part of the sparkling has already formed before the war and the weight certainly is there… I wonder who the baby-daddy is. Does it even matter? Maybe it was just a one-night stand, and whoever the daddy was, he died in the war long ago.

Once he's aboard the Lost Light, First Aid won't stop hounding him to reset his pregnancy…

Insisting that all the grumpy bots are grumpy because they've been pregnant for millions of years is such a funny take. Yeah, Cliffjumper is knocked up, i know he is.

[lets-try-some-writing]

The Grim Dark Archives: Statement #005 Named Cybertronians

[Statement taken from [Redacted] on [Redacted: Sensitive data] regarding known Cybertronians. They were asked to elaborate on the Cybertronians that have been recorded as being present on Earth after the alien known as Cliffjumper was killed in action. We know very little about the event, but supposedly Cliffjumper was deployed to search for Decepticon activity.

According to the report given to us by Optimus Prime, Cliffjumper found where Decepticon agents were mining energon and promptly initiated combat. This resulted in his capture by the Decepticons, and although a corpse has yet to be recovered, the Autobots reported that his vitals flatlined.

High command saw fit to use [Redacted]'s knowledge to try and gain an understanding of just how many aliens we could possibly be dealing with in the near future. Thankfully [Redacted] was more than willing to speak on the matter and has already expressed an interest on elaborating more on certain individuals.

Statement begins.]

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Oh this is the kind of question I will gladly answer. Collecting data on people, organizations, a various beliefs is my specialty. Now, since you are already familiar with the Autobots, I shall begin with them.

Let's start with the two wheeler. Her designation is Arcee, as you know. She is of a small sub-class of Cybertronians known as 'femmes' and well known for her abilities. Let me warn you now, femmes are some of the most terrifying Cybertronians out there, and not for the reason you may think. They may be small and seem feminine to you organics, but our femmes are built with strange and unique abilities alongside their differing processing methods. I will go more in depth regarding Cybertronian femmes a bit later. For now, all you need to know is that they latch onto the mentally or physically weak amongst our kind. And at that point, they claim the mech in question and slowly prepare to use their ability and... improve them.

Don't question it right now. There will be time for explanations later. For now, we are doing an overview aren't we? Anyway, her records do not go back to before the war, but personal investigation leads me to believe that she likely worked for the High Council in some capacity. She has ties to the Primacy but largely sticks with the Prime because he likes having a femme around to throw at enemies. Femmes are vicious creatures. Honestly considering how much Arcee liked him, Cliffjumper was a dead mech walking anyway. He's lucky to have been killed by the enemy rather than face the fate of those chosen by femmes. I've been the subject of a femme's interest once. I barely made it out alive. Thank Primus the Archives took me before she did.

Cliffjumper is rather irrelevant now, but I will go over him anyway in case he somehow manages to walk off whatever the Decepticons did to him. He actually doesn't have a ton on his record. He was a regular recruit, one recorded signing on sometime around the height of the war when factions had to be picked. There was nothing out of the ordinary about him, and in fact, he fell below average strength levels for most soldiers. That is probably what got Arcee interested in him. Poor mech came from one of the outer cities and probably didn't know what in the pits a femme even was. Its unfortunate that he's dead, but I honestly do think it was likely in his best interest. He would have dealt with so much suffering otherwise.

May he rest at peace as one with the Allspark.

Next up is Bulkhead. You know? The one who beat me into scrap? Don't play stupid. I am no fool. I am well aware you saw that footage. We will be discussing that later. Now about him, he is a Wrecker. His augmentations are specifically made by Wreckers for Wreckers and he will die for the organization. All those who join the Wreckers are bound to them forever. There simply is no escape once the augmentations are finished. Most don't want to leave, and Bulkhead falls into that category. I can go into more depth about the Wreckers and their... beliefs, a bit later. At the moment, let it be known that he does not give a flying frag about you squishies. He follows the creed of his kind and thankfully for all of you, that creed does not permit unnecessary damage to native lifeforms of foreign worlds. Last I checked, he serves the Prime because that is part of his duty and Prime gave him the means to deal with a grudge of his. He has a personal investment here on Earth because he heard that there was a rouge Wrecker here somewhere.

No I will not elaborate right now. You lot need to be paying close attention to what comes next, so I will not linger on topics at the moment.

Ratchet is the resident medic. I believe I have expressed my fears before, but seriously, medics are DANGEROUS. I cannot emphasize that enough. The insane fraggers hyperfocus on one field and one faction and they stick to it like glue. They cling to their alliances and progeny like a parasite and will fight and even maim one another over patients. Ratchet is one of the best and worst medics I have ever encountered. His genius is legendary and he is one of the few who have ever been able to absorb all medical knowledge without focusing too hard on any particular field or falling to medical madness. Yes that is a real issue amongst my kind.

He also is not quite as insane as the others because of his upbringing out in the middle of nowhere during the age before the Quintessons came. But with that said, his motives are dubious at best. He is loyal to the Prime alone and would gladly frag over anyone who is not a medic or an Autobot. He also is not fond of you fleshies, but he does his job and should probably not be too bad so long as you don't catch his interest. Honestly getting the interest of any of my kind is a bad idea, so I suggest just not doing that. Medics in particular have one pit of a subculture that makes them a pain in the aft to understand, even for the average Cybertronian.

Now, moving on from the mad medic, Bumblebee is the team scout, and for good reason. He is totally unaugmented. He has no attachments whatsoever. No commlink, no programming, no battle codes, no inbuilt weapons, no specializations, nothing at all. He is practically a civilian and has to work himself half to death just to keep up with the rest of our kind who get augments nearly the moment they are old enough to handle them. If you are looking for the safest Autobot, you will find it in him. He is still one of my kind, but possess a great ability to empathize, or at least offer aid without expecting something in return. He never got any alteration programming, which may explain his more reasonable disposition. But of course, there is a reason for that.

I will not go into detail right now, but Bumblebee is kept from receiving augments on purpose. It is easier for mecha without augments to receive the Matrix of leadership and live reasonable lives under its control. Optimus is by no means loving, but he cares for what he sees as his. Bumblebee is being trained to be physically stronger than the others and mentally hardened so that he can bear the burden should Optimus fall. Either that, or he is being prepared to carry the weight of our people's history if another is found more suitable. The Prime is currently a walking databank for all of Cybertronian knowledge. One way or another, Bumblebee will carry the weight of one station, be it that of the Archive or the Matrix. He cannot escape, but it does not seem like he wishes to. He is loyal to his Sire and to the cause after all.

As for Optimus Prime himself? He is a whole series of statements on his own. To give you the thousand mile high overview, he was originally a dock worker. He was normal, much like Bumblebee. He had the attention of a femme, but he seemed to have a reasonable lifespan on him regardless of that fact. Then the Archive took him, and there he became one of theirs. He was one of the many sets of optics and frames which belonged to the Archive. And yet, he took interest in Megatronus, the leader of the Decepticons. Orion Pax, as was his name at the time, had his reasons for being involved. However through a series of accidents, he found himself being prepped for war. He was offered as a sacrifice, and the last resort relic that is the Matrix of Leadership was given to him. Since then he has led the war and done everything in his power to take what he sees as his.

He is a master at manipulation and adaptation. He can and will find information on every subject and devour it like a starving mech. If he finds you interesting, he will tear you apart to gain every last fact and iota of information. There is no escape from him, and until he gets what he wants, he will not allow anyone to stand in his way. His goals are complex, and even I do not fully understand. But he fights all the same and will kill you regardless. Be wary of him. He is by far the most dangerous simply because he has lived so long.

Primes do not last longer than a few millennia. And yet Optimus has lived for over four million years. That should be a sign that he's clever and has ways to bypass what we have always assumed was a death sentence.

For the Decepticons, there have only been three confirmed units and one unconfirmed thus far. I will explain any others as they become relevant. To begin, there is Starscream, the Lord of Vos. He is a seeker, a subsection of flight class Cybertronians that do not fall in line with normal standards. Seekers were complete isolationists before the war, even going so far as to have their own ever moving city, language, and culture. They do not use modern technology, they do not worship Primus, and their rituals are savage even by Cybertronian standards. I will go into more depth on them later, but for the time being, just know that Starscream being the Lord of Vos essentially puts him in the position of Shaman for his kind. He is a follower of nature and seeks to keep things in balance while remaining faithful to his culture. Due to how little is known about Vosian culture and Seekers as a whole, he is unpredictable. His motives are almost entirely impossible to figure out and he will fight in the way of the ancients. By all accounts the Seekers should have been wiped out eons ago, but their methods are... surprisingly effective.

Cunning and strange, Starscream's methods are unorthodox and his loyalty is all but void. He serves whatever it is he worships, his people, and himself. That is all. He has no mortals or ethics even amongst our rather loose ones. The only benefit you humans will find in his nature is that he is not fond of killing without reason and likely will leave you alone if you don't bother him. But of course he is a spontaneous mech and could just as easily turn up in the dead of night and slaughter you all will no explanation. Leave him be, that is my suggestion.

Soundwave is Megatron's second in command, at least behind the scenes. He joined up with the Decepticons long before they were official and knows more than I care to bother explaining. Not a spark actually knows what he is, but him and others like him, such. as the Autobot Blaster, have an ability that gives them an edge. He is able to house symbiotes, beings that I have no real clue where they come from. Soundwave and those like him are recorded appearing out of the blue randomly only to then latch onto mecha of interest in a manner like femmes. Those mecha proceed to live out their lives normally, but usually just before death, Soundwave and his kind will drag them off never to be seen again. Within a few vorns, a new symbiote can be noted running around. I hypothesize that whatever is done to the dying plays a role in the creation of symbiotes, but I do not have enough information. Soundwave serves Megatron, that is what matters.

He can get into just about anything and very little is known about him as a whole. No known motives, no known origin, no known anything really. He is a stranger who appeared in the pits alongside Megatron and simply never went away. Keep clear of him if you can. He is a mech that even the average Cybertronian tries to steer away from.

Vehicons are clone soldiers that might as well be civilians with toy blasters attached to them. They are normal mecha who are held together by some grand communication array that I am not familiar with. They are mass produced, hold very little value, and oftentimes do not have much personality aside from the one that they all share. They work without question and die in droves before being promptly replaced. Honestly your biggest concern is possibly being stepped on. The Vehicons are untrained newsparks at worst and competent but low level ground units at best. Until they develop more as individuals, they are not too great a threat save for when they are sent out in waves.

Lastly there is Megatron, currently MIA Lord of the Decepticons. He came from the mines of Kaon and somehow managed to work past the slave coding installed in him long enough to simply wander out of the pits. He was a scumbag in the redlight district for a while before spontaneously ending up in the pits as a Gladiator. There he gained a following and did his best to fight for his cause before ultimately turning to war to make things more faster. This backfired horribly if you can't tell. Now he is a mech who seems lost more often than not. He has been noted having patchy memory, more so after every interaction with Optimus Prime. He is only as cruel as was normal in the redlight district and his most concerning trait is his astounding lack of care for anything orderly or organic. He hates programing or augmentation and only tolerates it in his soldiers to win. Augments enrage him to such an extent that he has been noted acting out of normal parameters in response to heavily altered individuals. He wants chaos, that is what you need to know.

If he thinks it would further his ends, he would gladly wipe this planet off the map. However he does nothing without reason, and so unless you garner his attention, you should be fine. Stay away from him, don't mention anything related to the Archive or the Matrix, and all should be well... for the most part.

I can tell you more later, but for now, you best keep your organic optics on the happenings going on. If Cliffjumper is dead, it means there is a very real chance things are going to spiral and do so fast.

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[Statement end.

The timestamps have been removed from these reports in response to [Redacted]'s information on the Cybertronian known as Soundwave. What information we have is critical for our survival, and we simply cannot risk it being destroyed even if the alien able to do so with ease likely won't ever bother to damage our files.

We expect [Redacted] to be giving us much more data soon, especially since they have begun to warm up to me and my fellow agents since their repairs were completed. They have also requested to be referred to by masculine pronouns, perhaps as a sign of trust? Whatever the case, we are making progress. Hopefully we will have a reasonable way to fight back against the aliens soon, at least if their guns settle on us.

Agent Witwicky signing off.

Recording ends.]

[lightandspark]

Relationships Headcanon in the Ark & Nemesis

- Ratchet, Velocity, First Aid, and Minerva bitch about everybody after a long day. They have a group chat called Tired Medics

-Bumblebee, Rodimus, and Windblade act like siblings.

- Jazz and Blaster are best friends and they have a very strong friendship, very supportive of each other’s relationships with Prowl and Soundwave respectively… despite sometimes worrying about each other’s happiness.

- Bumblebee, Jazz, Blaster, Blurr, and Mirage are also hang out a lot as their jobs connect together and they are often giggling together.

- Rodimus, Springer, Blurr, and Arcee are conjoined together and have their own little friend group.

- Perceptor, Nautica, Brainstorm, Wheeljack, Greenlight, Lancer, and Skyfire are a chaotic bunch and you should run if they are in the lab together… especially when it’s Brainstorm and Wheeljack.

- Ratchet and Wheeljack are amiable exes who raised Dino bots together.

- Blaster, Windblade, Bumblebee, Sandstorm, Blurr, Cosmos, and Lightbright sigh over the fact that the love of their lives are the enemies… Soundwave, Starscream, Blitzwing, Octane, Swindle, Blast Off, and Sparkstalker think of them often.

- Same group of cons are glaring daggers at Breakdown and Knockout whenever the couple are canoodling.

- Cyclonus and Thundercracker bailed and are living their life with Tailgate and Marissa. Misfire and The Scavengers bailed too and Misfire canoodles with Swerve.

-The triple changers from both sides go drinking together.

- Don’t let Tracks, Powerglide, Blurr, Sunstreaker, Slingshot, and Mirage work together at Once… nothing can be achieved.

- Drift and Ratchet, Prowl and Jazz, Soundwave and Blaster, Hound and Mirage, Breakdown and Knockout, BW Silverbolt and Blackarachnia, Tracks and Raoul, Starscream and Windblade, Blitzwing and Bumblebee, Swindle and Blurr, Arcee and Greenlight, Dinobot and Optimus Primal, AND SHOCKINGLY Ultra Magnus and Rodimus are all the “PLEASE GET A ROOM” Couple.

- “Shameless but Cute” couples are Blast Off and Cosmos, Sparkstalker and Lightbright, Dust Up and Jumpstream, Powerglide and Astoria, Cyclonus and Tailgate, Road Rage and Náutica, Roadhandler and Cecelia, Skids and Charlene, Seaspray and Alana, Crankcase and Cons4Eva, Misfire and Swerve, Thundercracker and Marissa, Afterburner and Lightspeed, Octane and Sandstorm, and Tigatron and Airazor.

- First Aid has feelings for Springer and gets all flustered when he is around while Firestar stumbles and crushes hard on Velocity. Slingshot yearns for Silverbolt while there is a love triangle between Red Alert, Inferno, and Smokescreen as the two long for Inferno but Inferno loves Red Alert.

- Couples that are mostly “on the downlow and fuck like rabbits behind close doors” are BW Megatron and BW Inferno, Megaempress and Flowspade, Loudpedal and Exhaust, Perceptor and Brainstorm (but it seems mostly one sided… or is it?)

- Need “love advice”? Ask the sexiest not there is… KUP.

-Seaspray, Beachcomber, Hound, and Skids talk nature together and they with Alana and Charlene go on nature expeditions. Mirage would come but he doesn’t like getting dirty.

- Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, and Bluestreak are a chaotic bunch and are up to any antics.

- Swindle and Smokescreen drunkly gambled together… once… no one knew what happened that night afterward.

- Onslaught is just tired, Vortex and Brawl share a brain cell but Blast Off holds it in tight custody.

- Grimlock enjoys spending time with the Scavengers and could be seen napping together.

- Prowl and Jazz spar a lot together. Jazz being the better fighter as Prowl can’t help but feel… drawn to it. His conjunx finds it adorable.

-Ratchet and Drift are conjunx and they practically had a los Vegas wedding, Ratchet finds it amusing and cute that Drift laments on giving him the ‘proper’ wedding,

- Rewind has bad taste in men.

- Mirage and Sunstreaker don’t like each other.

- Mirage likes to get dirty… with Hound. Poor Cliffjumper walks in on them a lot.

- Ratchet does the same with Rodimus and Ultra Magnus, Blaster with Jazz and Prowl, and Wheeljack with Ratchet and Drift. The Stunticons with Knocoout and Breakdown. Nautica HEARD Perceptor and Brainstorm but that’s it.

- Bumblebee and Windblade once asks Optimus about dating the enemy (regarding about Blitzwing and Starscream) and Optimus sighs thinks of Megatron.

- Ironhide would fuck Optimus in a heart beat. Chromia would gladly sleep with Elita One.

- Thunderclash has a crush on Rodimus but it’s one sided… my poor man.

- Rodimus thinks it’s a bit funny, adorable, and amusing Springer’s sheer obliviousness but tells him to keep his eyes out for potential lovers… you’d be surprise who you might fall in love. *nudges First Aid*.

-Fort Max and Cerebros comfort Red Alert and try to figure put how to help him woo Inferno.

- Mirage has an amusing relationship with Sideswipe… a good one though.

- Arcee and Lancer don’t get along. Greenlight is sighing heavily in the back as her conjunx and ex glare daggers at each other.

- Hardhead, Brainstorm, and Highbrow are estranged and talk trash about each other behind each other’s backs.

- Tracks, Road Rage, Loud Pedal, and Needlenose talk trash about each other too while Raoul and Nautica stare nervously at Exhaust and Horri Bull as they glance suspiciously at each other.

- Raoul, Astoria, Marissa, Cecelia, and Charlene are all beside Alana and Cons4Eva and sighing heavily at the chaos.

[maltmealo]

Chapter 18: enemy of my friend is my friend

Where are my people? Why can't I feel them?"

"..."

"What have you done?"

The icy chill of the settling Nevada sun was nothing compared to the icy chill you felt in your chest like pure liquid nitrogen was injected into your heart. You felt the blood in your veins freeze, or not, you couldn’t feel your arms or legs at this point. The convenient pile of rocks that Cliffjumper had hidden you by only made the chill worse, greedily taking what warmth your struggling body could provide.

Blood seeped into your clothes, the tangy irony smells stinging your nose as you stared off into the distance, you wish you hadn’t gone, it was stupid.

It’s happened once or twice before, you had wandered too far away for too long, too intent on exploring the new base.

“Your spark is leaking too much, you haven’t healed in the slightest.”

Ratchet had been calm the first time, almost too calm.

“What did I tell you? Do you have a death wish?!”

That was more like the grumpy medic, although you didn’t know which was worse, anger or the blind calm he had been in.

It was calm.

At least right now it was, the only sounds filling your ear were the faint howl of the wind, not the faint crackle and pop of the red bot you had been so attached to, not the biting safety of windchimes from Ratchet, not the faint sound of fire whenever Arcee hung around or talked to you.

Your eyes slowly closed, you took a deep breath and you remember how you got here.

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Soft and steady breaths filled his audibles, he found it odd how humans had a need to constantly vent to survive, their bodies required so much to just… be. He couldn’t help but rest a digit on the back of the tiny being on his chest. Bump-bump, Bump-bump, Bump-bump.

He could only marvel at how something so little could make something so loud and strong, you weren’t made with schematics or intentions behind you like many of the bots had been in his world, you were just… made to be. You had no true purpose and yet humans made their own purposes.

He began to gently rub circles onto the back of the small squishy blob on his armor. He looked back up at the ceiling, simply enjoying the quiet moment of peace.

“What are you doing?” Your voice breaks him out of his thoughts and he stilled his digit.

“Nuthin’, kid, just thinking, didn’t mean to wake ya,” He replied, lifting his servo up when he felt you stirring beneath. He tilted his head down and saw you kneeling and rubbing your eyes, your mouth opening wide and a little noise coming out.

“What time is it?”

“4 PM I believe,” he answered, watching you slink off his chassis and drop onto the breath below. He chuckled lightly and sat up, amused by your lethargy and your unintentionally clumsy movements.

You groaned loudly, flopping back onto the berth, cushioned by the giant blanket. You closed your eyes again, covering your eyes with your arm.

“I can’t go back to sleep,” you state bluntly, laying beside your massive companion as he towered down at you.

“Oh poor sparkling, you can’t go back to sleep when you slept for nine hours?” he snorted, plucking you up from the blanket and standing up, looking at your dangling body with a laugh. “Come on, kid, I need to stretch my wheels and staying in the base all the time isn't good for you.”

“No, the sleep calls for me and the out does not,” You moan, hanging from his digits like a limp cat as he raises you up to plop you down on his shoulder.

“Ah but that's what's great about the out, even if you do not hear it, it still calls,” he pauses, waiting for your response before sighing when he felt you slouch against his neck cables, “You're going outside.”

“What are you, my father?” You scoff, sinking down against his neck cables until you were laying down in the divet between his neck and arm.

“No, I am not your sire,” he scoffed, walking out into the now brightly lit hallways. He almost flinched when he felt you curl up tighter against his neck cabling, “Just your guardian, and I know that being cooped up in a base isn’t good for you physically or mentally.”

“Did it in college,” You rolled your eyes playfully, cringing when you realized he probably couldn’t see you and you just rolled your eyes to the imaginary person in front of you.

“not good for you, doesn’t matter how many times you’ve done it before,” he reached up and scooted you away from his neck cable much to your disapproval.

“We’re low on energon, we need more, Optimus,” you popped your head up when you heard Ratchet’s voice, along with a variety of sounds that blended together into a beat you could only assume was the manifestation of the team.

“Sounds like a scoutin’ mission, think we can take it on?” Cliffjumper requests eagerly, jumping into the conversation as everyone turns to look at the two of you. “Need to stretch my wheels, I might get rusty if I stay like this much longer.”

Optimus nods, gesturing for Ratchet to open the groundbridge, “Cliffjumper and Bumblebee will find the source of the energon readings and Arcee will be on the lookout for any signs of Decepticons in Jasper, Bulkhead will go west and Ratchet will go north.”

“You really think the ‘cons would come all the way to Jasper? I mean, this place isn’t really party central for them,” Arcee remarks.

“With this amount of energon were picking up, the Decepticons would be more then willing to raze this little town for even a fraction of it,” Ratchet replies grimly, shaking his head, “with these new energon signals there's no doubt the Decepticons will be here, it's just a matter of when.”

“Sorry, Cee, guess your stuck on lookout,” Cliffjumper joked, nudging Arcee with his pede, “No worries, Doc, no ‘cons are going to steal energon this time. Ready Squishy?”

Before you could respond Bulkhead jumped in, anxiously stepping closer, “Cliff, I don’t think that’s a good idea, the ‘cons are already after her and she just recovered- ain’t it safer to keep her here?”

“‘S all good, Bulk, got my handy dandy shield remember? Those Decpeticons couldn’t find her energy signature even if she was under their pedes,” he pats his subspace, giving the team a reassuring smile before turning to the ground bridge.

“Cliffjumper, be careful, if there is any sign of Decepticons, call for a groundbridge immediately.” Optimus states firmly, giving both you and Cliffjumper a serious look.

“Got it, boss, let's get this show on the road, the longer we wait the closer the ‘cons get, right?” With that, Cliffjumper takes you into his palm and transforms, driving into the awaiting groundbridge with Arcee and Bumblebee following behind.

“Ever heard of the story of me first arriving in New York city?” Cliffjumper asks, you could almost hear the grin in his voice.

“No,” you say, grabbing his seatbelt and buckling into the driver’s seat, “What happened in New York?”

“You’re not going to believe this…” Cliffjumper begins with a chuckle.

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“So there I am on a lookout when out of nowhere these high beams light up my rearview. And then it hits me, I'm illegally parked!” Cliffjumper laughs, the dirt road of Nevada kicking up dust and leaving a trail behind you.

“Another parking ticket?” Arcee’s voice crackles over the radio.

“Better, the boot,” Cliffjumper deadpans.

“Big metal tire clamp, impossible to remove.” Arcee chuckles.

“Bingo! The local police do that thing and get me all the way down by a block. That's when I kick up my new shiny shoe and BANG!”

“Off with the boot and down the street?” You laugh. After about an hour of Cliffjumper’s regaling tales of him crashing to earth for the first time and wandering the streets of New York you had finally decided to say something instead of staring out the window at the barren landscapes.

“And New York’s finest soil themselves,” Arcee says smoothly.

“You know me, mess with Cliffjumper-”

“And you get the horns, Not sure how that complies with Autobot rule number one - 'Keep a low profile'?” Arcee asks, almost sounding a little annoyed by Cliffjumper’s criminal activities.

“What can I say? - Patrolling for energon out here is dull and gets me all on lonesome. Almost makes me miss the Decepticons.” Cliffjumper laughs amused at his own antics, “Best action we got around here was when this little human decided to drop out of the sky.”

“Like Jasper Nevada's party? We're alone wherever we travel on this rock, Cliff.” Arcee sighs.

Suddenly, the small screen where you would usually see the navigation system on a regular car beeps, a small orange dot appearing on the right side of the screen.

“I’m getting a signal,” Cliffjumper states seriously, his seat belt tightening around you as he makes a sudden turn off road towards the source.

“Need backup?” Arcee asks, a tinge of concern in her voice.

“Do I ever need backup?” Cliffjumper chuckles, slowing down at the ground and starts to get a little bumpy, “Plus, if I need any heavy lifting done, got squishy here to do the work for me.”

You scoff, tapping your foot against the side of his door, “Hey, you do your own work, I'm content watching you sweat your ass off.”

“Don’t be like that, we both know you can lift at least five tons,” he jokes and suddenly skirts to a halt. You peak over the hood to see what he had stopped for and…

“Damn, that’s a whole lot of crystals,” you breathe, unbuckling yourself and hopping out of the Cliffjumper to look out over the edge of the cliff. Dozens upon dozens of dark blue crystals lay jutting out of a crater like one of those crystal caverns you would see in a fantasy book.

“Not just crystals, energon crystals,” Cliffjumper responds with a low whistle, “Arcee, I just found a whole lot of energon.”

“This is what you guys eat? And it turns into that pink liquid?” You ask with a small chuckle, a cloud blocking out the fading sun. You hear Cliffjumper transform back into his bipedal form, muttering something under his breath.

Before you could speak again, Cliffjumper scoops you up and slides down the crater to a ledge. He sets you down under an outcrop of rocks and moves a large boulder over to make a makeshift cave for you to hide in.

“Whatever you do, don’t make a sound, don’t move until I come to get you,” Cliffjumper commands seriously, reaching into his subspace and pulling out a round device. He hands it to you and it makes a couple of whirring sounds before it shrinks down to be the size of your fist.

“Cliffjumper, what's going on?” You ask nervously, looking up at the giant bot before you notice the looming shadow above you. A giant ship. “What the hell is that?!”

“Don’t worry your little head off, just stay-” before he could finish his sentence he’s blown off the ledge by a purple blast. Before you could even think of screaming, rubble falls all around you, making you scramble back to prevent getting hit.

“Cliffjumper!” You scream as a squad of purple robots land in front of Cliffjumper. They don’t take notice of you or your screams, instead pointing their blasters at him. He glances up at you winking before mouthing for you to hide.

You swallow harshly, gripping the device tightly in your hand as you shuffle back into your makeshift cave, tucking yourself into the corner as you start to hear the fight going on outside. You covered your mouth when a stray blast hit near the mouth of the cave, your eyes widening as rocks tumbled down and covered the entrance.

“Shit!” you hiss, stumbling to your feet and running to the entrance, dropping the device in the process. You scratch the rocks in a panic, the hard rock only injuring you instead of allowing you an exit.

You take a couple of steps back, swallowing back your nerves and picking the device back up. Cliffjumper would come, he wouldn’t leave you here. He’d beat the Decepticons and save you, hell he’s a giant badass robot, nothing could take him down.

Right?

It was loud, the boom felt like it had broken your ear drums, your back hits the rocks and you let out a wheeze. You slump to the ground, wheezing and trying to catch your breath, the device tightly clutched in your bloodied fingers.

The rocks that had been covering the entrance were blown to the back, and it was pure luck that they had not crushed you. You stifle a cry as you try to crawl towards the entrance, smoke filtering in through the gap now.

Before you could make your painful escape, a large purple foot steps in front of you before quickly leaving. You freeze in place, your eyes widening in despair and fear as the foot is replaced by the dirtied red metal of Cliffjumper. He glances over at you, reaching out with a shaking servo.

Sorry, he mouthed before slamming his servo against the wall, making a mock display of resistance as the entrance is covered once more and your ears are greeted with the painful screeching of metal being dragged away. Along with the crackle you had been so accustomed to.

You let out a weak cry and collapse to the ground, staring at the entrance with a desperate look. Hoping that you would see the familiar horned mech lifting the rubble up after beating the snot out of the Decepticons.

Hope was funny wasn’t it? That had been an hour ago. And now that the smoke had cleared (Both literally and figuratively), you were colder than you had ever been. The team had come and you could hear them wandering about and talking, through your brief flashes of consciousness you heard them but they couldn’t hear you.

“(Y/N)?” Ratchet’s voice had come first, he was close and you could have screamed, but you couldn’t scream back, the device in your hand beeping softly and covering any hope of them being able to track you.

Then came Optimus’ he would find you, he could hear you. He would drag you out of your rocky prison. He couldn’t.

Then came the whirring and beeps. They were quick, in rapid succession along with pounding footsteps that made the rocks above you tremble and crack. You hoped they’d stop running.

A scream of your name came from Arcee, desperate and panicked, like what you felt at the moment. She was the closest, and you were sure she would find you.

But again, that was an hour ago. And now you were laying only a few feet from the ruined entrance of freedom. Your hopes of being saved slowly diminishing along with the throbbing of your heart in your ears.

Your cheeks were wet, you didn’t know if it was from the blood or the tears but it was starting to dry now. The device in your hand crusted in your red life, beeping softly as if to mock your fluttering heart.

“Shut up…” you mutter angrily, trying to shove the device away, but you don’t let go, the harsh metal that cuts into your hand seems to meld into it from the imaginary heat your body produces. “You’re the reason I'm here.”

That might have been directed towards yourself but hey, what's wrong with a little self depreciation before death?

You closed your eyes, listening to the last fragments of your struggling heart. The ground was humming with energon, something you could only assume was from the energon crystals.

You felt bad but at the same time, you didn’t, this was just death’s way of coming back for a second round. It was just a feat of luck that you just so happened to switch realities upon your death.You could have felt bad for the gods, god did you feel bad for the bots, but it wasn’t your death that would have rocked their world. You weren’t their companion that had probably saved your life multiple times and shared countless experiences.

You didn’t feel bad for yourself though.

It was warm now, the humming so much louder. This was a far more pleasant death then the truck you realized, maybe because you were actually ready now, maybe because-

A tap touch on your face makes you open your eyes and you were greeted by a masked face.

“S-Sowa?” You crook out, staring up at him with wide eyes. He picks you up, bringing you out of the cave and hiking up the steep wall like it was nothing. “How did you find me?”

He didn't respond, laying you on the soft grass next to the tree and gently prying the round device from your hand. He sits down next to you, pulling your head into his lap.

“We need to get to the autobots- the Decepticons took Cliffjumper, he might still be alive- '' You try to sputter out but he covers your mouth with a cold hand, instead focusing his attention back to the device.

You sniffle lightly, staring up at the seemingly godlike figure before you. The soft humming enveloping your senses, it was nice the soft beat from that night continuing.

He fiddles with the device, popping open the small disk and beginning to do something, you didn't know what, or why he was doing it but you were okay. You were safe.

He stops after a moment, staring down at the device before glancing down at you. With a sweeping motion, he gathers you into his lap, your back pressed against his chest as he places the device in the middle of your chest. He covers it with his hand, keeping it sealed to your chest.

The humming spread over your body as you relaxed into him, the warm feeling tenfolding as your senses exploded. A soft citrus scent wafted over your nose, you felt like you were touching a new soft blanket, a light purple haze dancing around your eyes, and you could taste the faintest hint of rosemary and honey.

This felt… calm. This felt kind. This felt like a connection.

This felt like him.

It was him, laughter, hope, pain, fear, love, it was all bundled up and following into your senses like molten lava. Laughter of children, the clanging of swords, the ordering of an unfamiliar voice, you were hearing it, you were there, you were him.

The bombardment of your senses didn't start even as he stood up. You leaned into his chest, clinging to the fabric of his lab coat. You inhaled deeply, you listened more closely, were eyes were wide and you were licking your lips like there was wiped cream on them.

This was him. You could see his face through the haze, stoic but flickering with something. Eyes flickering from green to black to purple like one of those useless motel signs. He stopped walking, setting you down on the pavement despite your enamourment with him.

‘I’m sorry, I can’t stay,’ he signs, kneeling down with you, he reaches down and brushes your wet hair out of your face, his emotionless eyes staring down at you intently. ‘I’ll come back. And you won’t be scared.’

He pulled you into a hug, letting your body rest against his as he cradled your head against his chest. You reach up with your bloody hand, grabbing his arm and holding on like it would do something to stop him.

“Promise you’ll come back?” You whisper, closing your eyes as you feel your consciousness slowly being tugged away from you. He was herding you towards rest, towards the soft herbal blanket that enveloped you. You let yourself go, trusting in the cushion that would keep you safe from harm.

Promise.

[drill-teeth-art]

Whatever caused the two (Cliff and Frenz) to get into this fight, Frenzy was definitely not having it! And we already learned to not cross them in fight but…scrap…poor Cliff got wrecked….AND IN HIS ALT MODE TOO-

TDLR: Got a preview of Frenzy in a fight and not gonna question what went down! (Probably the best idea-)

Well. Let’s just say Cliffjumper struck a nerve.

Thank you for the ask btw! Frenzy is a force not to be taken lightly XD

[sonicasura]

I just realized that I forgot to mention what I meant about fully preparedness for my character polls such as Jak and Rayman. After seven fucking polls is when my dumbass realizes the flaw. Welp here's the post rectifying said mistake with everyone's favorite limbless hero, Rayman, for the example.

This loveable dorky Thingamajig right here.

Now Rayman has been on a lot of adventures and every one introduced something new to his skillset. The series stapled Lums particularly ones like Red or Purple. Rayman 3 with its combat fatigues/power up transformations. Adventures granting the Incrediball companions who can help find things, gather particular stuff similar to magnets or grant powerful protection. Origins/Legends introducing various cartoony abilities from travel through paintings to running on walls. His latest appearance being a powered up Plungergun/Blaster and the Sparks.

These are some of the things that can come with Rayman for wherever he ends up. Other stuff include food provisions, water, and any essentials often taken on long journeys. Now I'll be using Transformers Prime as an example for this mainly because I want to drive these particular bots nuts but also Rayman not having a good time with sentient machines if you look at Rayman 2.

Where and when does our limbless hero pop up? How about the battle that would've been Cliffjumper's last stand i.e the first episode? Yup. Right in the thick of it as I want to paint a big fat target on Ray's back for both sides.

Before anyone fusses, this Thingamajig fought bigger and dangerous enemies but still came out on top. It isn't his first rodeo especially with killer machines. Where was I? Oh right, him dispatching Vehicons alongside Cliff.

Both are able to take down their Decepticon opponents just before Team Prime shows up. With his good deed done, Rayman decides to dip as he rather not experience any war flashbacks to the Razorbeard debacle from his second adventure. Optimus tries to convince the Thingamajig that he'll be under their protection but nope.

Rayman flees by using Ethering to turn invisible. Although he accidentally leaves one of his paintings behind in the process. The Autobots retrieve the item with hope it can lead them back to their friend's savior. It's quite clear that Rayman isn't from Earth and could be a target to the Decepticons.

A notion later proven true once Soundwave retrieves the footage from the fallen Vehicons. Upon seeing the feed, Megatron orders his Decepticons to capture Rayman should the opportunity present itself. This strange creature could prove helpful to their cause.

Now Rayman is essentially on the run from the beginning. Whenever he can, the Thingamajig would set up shelter and rest up. Most of the time Rayman camps out in the woods. There's enough natural cover and places to hide.

A task that becomes more difficult since one encounter with Soundwave left him stranded in Jasper, Nevada. Yup. He still gets entangled in both factions' conflict as the poor guy is so lost. Why is he here? Does it have something to do with these giant robots?

Both aren't good at providing info as Rayman constantly has to dodge servos(hands for Cybertronians) through almost every encounter. Except for Cliffjumper since he has an inkling the limbless hero wouldn't like that. Moreso after the incident I'll call 'Catch the Thingamajig'. One limbless hero popping up in a warzone between a four v. four battle.

Decepticons: Starscream, Soundwave, Breakdown and Knockout

Autobots: Optimus, Bumblebee, Bulkhead and Arcee

You guys ever seen an intense football 🏈 specifically on the Super Bowl level? That's how I describe this particular incident with poor Rayman being the ball. Some examples. He gets grabbed by Arcee only for Soundwave to tackle her. Bumblebee attempts capture but Rayman ducks just in time!

The Thingamajig goes to glide away only to get snatched up by Starscream. Seeker tries to flee through via groundbridge however Bulkhead knocks him off kilter! Rayman switches to the Shock Rocket to garner some distance from both factions. It buys him a few seconds only for his cover to get blown by Breakdown!

The Decepticon nabs Rayman and attempts to pass him over to Knockout but Optimus intercepts! Starscream goes for the steal however the Thingamajig has had enough. Rayman frees himself via Screech then forces everyone to scatter with Pyrogeddon.

The only thing Autobots haven't tried to reach the Thingamajig is Cliffjumper. Rayman did save the bot and no one knows how he'll react towards the kids. (We missed out on guardian Cliffjumper. Yes, Rayman marked as his ward upon capture.)

Meanwhile the Decepticons would have to be more sneaky in their approach. The Thingamajig is craftier and stronger than they thought. Maybe a certain Predacon obsessed scientist could help with the endeavor.

It's gonna take some time and well planning if anyone wants to reach Rayman. Meanwhile the Thingamajig is gonna do his best to survive this huge clusterfuck of a fiasco. Hopefully he'll be able to go home and get a much needed nap.

[arceespinkgun]

Weird and Interesting Details from the Dreamwave-era Profiles

These are also extra fun because sometimes it's the characters talking about other characters, a bit like the bios in TFA's Allspark Almanac.

Kup absolutely DESTROYS Hot Rod! Who knew the old man was a backstabber?! XD

The language used is somewhat ableist, but Wreck-Gar seems to be confirmed to have ADHD:

Poor Scavenger is really going through it. At least Scrapper apparently thinks he's cute:

Prowl = what would happen if you crossed Soundwave with Shockwave. Actually, this seems to be based on the Marvel comics incarnation, which I'm a fan of:

Cliffjumper accuses Mirage of classist beliefs, and it seems supported by the fact that Grapple and Hoist built Mirage an entire hunting lodge pre-War?

Speaking of Grapple and Hoist, I'm just including Grapple's take on Hoist because it's so sweet:

Finally, absolutely love the skit that makes up Wheeljack's "weaknesses" section:

[witchofthesouls]

Team Prime learns (and maybe meets) some cryptids/urban legends

(Heads up, the last one includes death. It starts with "A wolf sits at the side of the...")

The less Ratchet thinks about the rude, little shit of a jackalope, the better off he is. It dented the side of his alt-mode, gouging deep as it insulted his intelligence when he pulled off the road.

To be fair, it's even smaller than a typical human and highly drunk as it slurred a warning about "idiot tourists staying after the sun sets" and "stupid big folk" and "Great Hunting."

It doesn't help that no one else believes him. Oh, sure: ghostly apparitions are fine, but a talking, big-antlered rabbit isn't?

The kids would roll their eyes and think he's trying too hard.

Optimus enjoys people-watching. He enjoys being part of the crowd. None distinguishable from the rest of the men when he uses his holomatter. There’s an old man that’s always at the bar. Hair long since grey, skin full of liver spots and translucent, back stooped, and yet he can out-drink everyone in the vicinity. His body is old and creaky, but his mind is still sharp, his tongue silver, and his hands fast on a fiddle.

Jack is his name. He’s well-acquainted with Optimus, who goes by Leo Cullen, as they struck up an odd friendship at the bar counter. Both are familiar with surviving in the true wild lands, with getting out of sticky situations and too-powerful authority figures, and ruminating on Gone Things.

Old Man Jack with his quick tongue and tired eyes carries a lantern carved from a turnip, and whenever the man and holomatter walk out together, Jack lights it up before his feet touch the ground outside.

Eventually, Optimus will be able to see how the shadows play with its light, the swirling color and shifting patterns on the turnip’s face, and Jack asks him:

“Did you make a piss-poor deal with the devil, too?”

On the outskirts of Jasper at the abandoned roads, there’s a different kind of race for a different breed of thrill-seekers, adrenaline junkies, and lost souls.

When the wind blows right and the night is dark, people race against the coyotes of dust and sand. With eerie eyes and haunting voices, they group together to form sandstorms as they chase after tires and wipe away the roads.

To the winners, howls will crown their victory as Jasper is right in their line of sight. To the losers, a storm will sweep over the area and wash all traces of the racer. Howls will welcome the newest member of the pack.

Arcee goes out there without anyone else and races. The sand scrapes over her plates, ghostly jaws snap over her tires, and her spark thrums wild as she cannot see anything in front, nor behind her, as the storm swallows her whole. 

She wins. She manages to overcome them and they howl at her victory.

Neither of them spoke of it, but when Bulkhead and Cliffjumper raced on an empty stretch of East coast highway under icy conditions, they saw a battle raging in the sea.

A massive serpentine shape with shades of onyx and midnight blues is wrapped around an equally massive squid-like form. Tentacles thrash, deadly hooks swirl within its suckers as it tries to puncture the serpent’s scales, and waves crash upon the rocky beach, the seawater rising high to meet the road. They see the foamy water pulling back and turning, turning, turning-

And then the serpent unhinges its jaw, wide enough to take a chunk out of the Ark, serrated and swordlike teeth gleam wickedly in the distance, and it sinks into the fat head and twists-

 The squid turns a ghastly white and the water calms as the victor and its prey disappear into deeper waters, the sea rippling and distorting before evening out.

“This planet has giant Quintessons.” This planet has a bigger critter that eats the giant Quintesson.” “Primus save us…”

A wolf sits at the side of the road. It’s the same wolf at the same point of the road, all the time, rain and shine. Bumblebee pulls over during his free time, and he notices it bleeding from its mouth and collar on its neck before it darts into the woods behind it.

Bumblebee doesn’t go after it because his comm rings and it’s Decepticon activity. He leaves and feels its heavy gaze upon his bumper.

The next time he stops, it’s still bleeding from its mouth and it moves to the tree line. It stops and looks back, beckoning him and Bumblebee follows.

The terrain is rough and there’s no set pavement, but he can handle it. It moves like the wind, speeding fast as it darts and weaves between trees.

If Bumblebee wasn’t a Cybertronian and so intuitively in control of his alt-mode, he would have run over the wolf that now lies on its belly on the ground.

His holomatter approaches slowly and it paws the ground, whining, pushing away the dead leaves and muck. 

Bumblebee digs deep and finds a familiar collar, he also finds bones and patches of faded cloth scraps.

He keeps tabs on the location’s local news when it finally breaks: an old couple gets their closure on their son and the family’s wolfdog that went missing decades ago. Fingers, adult ones, were stuck in the wolfdog's throat.

[thegoldenshi-shi]

half the reason i care about Deathsaruas is because Dragon

the other part is that he got his ass kicked in the second round by a tiny red guy and decided he has beef with him (i think that's how it went in the comics, right? right?)

the tiny part i like about him is that he has a soft spot on children and i believe... adopted one? or something?

Hello fellow Deathsaurus enjoyer~

You essentially summed up his interactions with Cliffjumper yes hehe. I felt so sorry for poor little Cliffjumper when he had to tango with Deathsaurus who is like, three times his size?? All the while blowing up random things, and accusing people of being incompetent and/or too busy flirting to do their job.

And it may have been childish, but I also loved the fact that he never remembered Cliffjumper's name right. (Clamdigger? Clickbaiter? and poor Cliff just had to take it)

I think you're right and he did adopt a child at one point, but I can't say for certain? I know he's got a soft spot for kids, and I know he's actually super nice as far as Decepticon commanders go. A very low bar to clear, but he did it

I just think his concept is so cool and kinda OP, but then he winds up being comic relief. Also for some reason, I find his design to be one of the most visually appealing of all the Transformers.

idk why, but I've always found him pretty, extra set of eyes and all. (sorry Sunny, you're still up there I swear)

Thank you so much for taking the time to send in an ask!

I really appreciate it ^J^

[in1-nutshell]

Bot Buddy being Arcee's old partner who fell into the ice

The alternative title of this was Bot buddy being Arcee's old partner who pulled a Skyfire.

SFW, Platonic, Cybertronian reader

TFP

Buddy was Arcee’s last partner after Tailgate, but before Cliffjumper.

Buddy had already known Arcee from other missions and got along well with her.

Arcee was already considering Buddy as her new partner. She felt as if she was slowly letting go of the pain from Tailgate’s passing. A start of a new beginning.

“Another successful mission if I do say so myself.”--Buddy

“Don’t celebrate just yet Buddy, we still aren’t in the clear yet.”--Arcee

“Arcee, sometimes you gotta focus on the little wins in life.”--Buddy

“I’ll celebrate when we are safe.”--Arcee

“Not even a little bit?”--Buddy

“No.”--Arcee

“Love the optimism ‘Cee. Just a big ball of sunshine you are.”--Buddy

Until Buddy was sent on that solo mission.

They were supposed to look at a planet that could possibly contain some energon. It could prove to be a huge turning point in the war.

“I don’t like this.”--Arcee

“You don’t like it when Cliff’ makes jokes on missions.”--Buddy

“You know why.”--Arcee

“It’s just a recon mission ‘Cee. A quick in and out. We aren’t even going to land on the planet.”--Buddy

“Still…”--Arcee

“If I see a shard of energon on the planet I’ll save one for ya.”--Buddy

“Don’t do that.”--Arcee

“Too late, I’ve made up my mind.”--Buddy

“Never could change your mind anyways, huh.”--Arcee

“Don’t worry so much, I’ll be back before you know it!”--Buddy

“… Okay…”--Arcee

“See was that so hard? I gotta start heading out, you take care okay?”--Buddy

“You’re the one who needs to take care, I wont be there to catch your behind when you trip over your own pede.”--Arcee

“Ha! See ya on the flipside ‘Cee!”--Buddy

“See you soon Buddy!”--Arcee

Buddy wasn’t seen after they left on that shuttle.

Arcee was distraught hearing that they went MIA. She had tried to get information on what their mission was, maybe a way to reach them, but thanks to a Decepticon ambush the data was destroyed.

Arcee had to face it.

Buddy wasn’t coming back.

Time skip everyone is on Earth.

Arcee had gotten picked to go on another Antarctic mission.

She despised the place so much after nearly dying there.

But luckily, she was going with Bulkhead and Bumblebee, and they had triple checked that the comms and groundbridge were working before they left the base.

So, the three of them are scouting around after Ratchet found an energon signature after the last failed Decepticon mining incident.

Arcee just wants an in and out.

“I think that’s a wrap.”--Arcee

“Beep bep bop beep (Good, there some frost forming on my chassis.)”--Bumblebee

“Hang on my wrecking ball is a little bit stuck. Hang on a second.”--Bulkhead

RIP!

CRASH!

“BBEE— (AAAHH--)"--Bumblebee

Muffled beeping noises.

“Quiet!”--Bulkhead

Angry beeping noises.

Bulkhead accidentally caused some of the ice from a nearby iceberg to crumble and they notice a servo sticking out.

Arcee decided to be the brave one and went out to inspect their new findings.

At first, she thinks that it’s just someone’s cut off servo. But then they notice that there is a body attached to it.

She quickly comms in the base telling them what they had found. Optimus gives the clear to bring the bot to the base. After much effort, the three of them mange to cut out the block of ice that the body was held in and pushed it into the groundbridge.

Everyone, especially the kids, are a bit in awe at the body in ice.

Arcee is a bit weary in bringing the body in without knowing what or who it is.

It takes a long time for the ice to melt around the body.

“Why not cut the poor bot from the ice?”--Miko

“It could cause more damage if we do that!”--Ratchet

“So, we have to wait till it melts then?”--Miko

“Yes.”--Ratchet

“All right then, Raf!”--Miko

“What?”--Raf

“Grab the hair dryers.”--Miko

Arcee feels weird seeing some of the kibble beginning to show after a few days have passed. She feels like she has seen this bot before.

Arcee is out with Wheeljack when they get the news that the bot had come online and burst the ice they were in. The two immediately come back to the base and are ready for a fight.

“Freeze!”--Wheeljack

“Now’s not the time for puns—”--Arcee

Buddy kneeling on the ground poking Jack’s hair.

“I guess we didn’t have nothing to worry about, huh Arcee.”--Wheeljack

“…”--Arcee

“Hello there little one.”--Buddy

“Umm… hi?”--Jack

“What’s your name?”--Buddy

“Jack. And your name?”--Jack

“Oh! Its—”--Buddy

“Buddy?”--Arcee

“Yeah—wait who said that?”--Buddy

“Buddy!”--Arcee

“Arcee!?”--Buddy

A sudden wave of doubt came over her, what if this was a copy cat like Makeshift. She quickly raises the weapon again and aims it right at Buddy’s helm.

“Woah! Woah! Woah! Arcee!”--Buddy

“If you’re the real Buddy then how did we celebrate our last mission?”--Arcee

“Celebrate? Arcee we didn’t celebrate anything. You didn’t want to so we could go see—”--Buddy

“Oh, Primus it’s you! You’re okay!”--Arcee

“Of course? Why wouldn’t I be?”--Buddy

SLAM!

“Arcee? Are you—”--Buddy

Arcee holding Buddy in a tight hug.

“You know what, I’ll ask later.”--Buddy

Arcee finished the hug and turned to introduce the team to Buddy.

Arcee asks Buddy what happened to them. Buddy responded that their ship had gotten damaged on the way to the planet, and they fell off trying to repair it and was buried in ice.

Arcee brings it on herself to catch Buddy up with everything.

Buddy is mainly confused on the Earth stuff but promises to learn everything.

As they get adjusted to earth and the team, Arcee has made it clear that if you mess with Buddy you are messing with her.

Primus forbid that Arachnid finds out Buddy is alive.

Arcee will try and get Buddy house arrest.

“Arcee no--”--Buddy

“She is around here somewhere… I can feel it.”--Arcee

“So—”--Buddy

“Back to base.”--Arcee

“But—”--Buddy

“No.”--Arcee

“How—”--Buddy

“No.”--Arcee

Buddy is now the sub guardian of Jack if their altmode allows it.

Arcee gets antsy if Buddy is out for too long.

But together they become a deadly duo after all.

Secretly they make up battle moves during training.