#Vampire Ratchet

[lets-try-some-writing]

(you might get double of this same ask bc I'm not sure the last one went through so ignore this one if it did)

Just thought of a weird thing where cybertronians aren't created by the allspark or any other canon variation but are instead made a la vampire/cybermen from Doctor Who style, where already living organisms are turned into cybertronians. I just think it'd be interesting to see how this au would play out (especially with the kids- would they get turned by the Deceptions for some reason- evil or otherwise- or, in an angstier way, by the Bots?). I just think it'd be interesting

This concept has me in a CHOKEHOLD. Now I NEED to write for it. I've always found these sorts of ideas interesting. This is going to be LONG though.

The Weakness of Flesh

The legends said that during the beginning of all things, Unicron created his minions of chaos. They were wrapped in living material, organic matter, and cast out amongst the stars that were forged from Primus's radiant light. World filled with organic life flourished, creatures spring up left and right, and in that moment, life filled the previously empty universe. The preachers said that Primus saw this desecration of his holy lands and strove to return all to the light of his being in the creation of his own champions.

From the strongest of Unicron's minions, Primus took them unto himself and raised them up. He remade them piece by piece, stripping away the weakness of flesh for the eternity of a frame of metal. From his own frame he cut until the swirling nebula of his lifeblood fell upon the creations of Unicron he chose. The tainted creatures of Unicron basked in Primus's essence and consumed it, the impurity of their beings washed away with every sip. Many of the chosen perished in the light of Primus's essence, too tainted to survive. However thirteen endured the changes and were born anew, each strong and gifted with power unique to them based upon what they once were.

The records said that once they were made anew the first thirteen fought against the chaos god at Primus's bidding and struck him down. It is said that they then used their gifts to reforge Primus's slumbering frame to be a world upon which they could live. However none know precisely what happened, only that the thirteen gathered up organics made of the chaos god and brought them to Cybertron, the slumbering form of their Sire. There they each took upon themselves organic creations and shared their lifeblood as Primus had with them, changing the organics to match them in image. Then just as the work began, it ended with conflicts among the thirteen as those with the most converts fought amongst themselves.

Little is known of their battles, but in the end, Solus and Liege fell, many retreated to the stars, and Onyx, Micronus, Nexus, and the Thirteenth quietly vanished after draining their energon for others to consume. With time, those that remained also vanished into obscurity, lingering but never acting in any significant way.

Those were the times of legends, and that is what the preachers said.

Whatever really happened, Cybertron was born and on its surface a race reliant on others to reproduce was formed. Made of metal and with cores formed from the essence of the divine, Cybertronians stormed the galaxy with Primes, those with the purest bloodlines, on their side. Those who wished for young travelled far and wide across the stars, searching out organics who they found to fit their bloodline and be worthy of conversion.

While they lived, Predacons gathered the strongest young of organic species after having them fight to the death in pits. The young that lasted were treated as treasures during conversion and cared for with utmost patience and love as they endured the torment of transformation. Although when Predacons arrived to search out young, war almost always followed as the organic worlds they travelled to fought against them bitterly for the sake of their children.

Minicons searched out the most intuitive and thoughtful through trials of knowledge. They spent vorns dutifully travelling to places of learning and high activity to find ones who might be worthy. Often they were heralded with great gusto when they came as it was seen as a blessing for one's child to be made into an immortal. The young they took unto themselves were always treated gently and raised with care, for every convert is a blessing due to how dangerous the process was.

Grounders rarely left, but when they did hunt for young, they searched across the stars for those of stalwart hearts. Those they gathered under them in droves, often turning many at a time and training them all lovingly. The arrival of a grounder in search of young to convert was often seen as a blessing or a curse depending on the world. For a grounder searching out young will not leave until they have at least one, no matter the circumstances. The grounder in question would serve the community they were trying to collect a child from, but they were known to get aggressive when unable to take a child into their fold.

Fliers were similarly conservative in their hunts for young, but when they left to search, they too were not content with merely one when possible. Their arrival was heralded similarly as well, often leading to great celebration or debate. Fliers came in trines, and that meant more potential danger. Not only that, but they were not nearly as willing to bargain as grounders. If they found young they liked, they took them regardless of the parent species's feelings on the matter.

Beastformers wandered the stars carefully selecting young. They took in the lost and the homeless and never asked questions about the children they took in who came from broken homes. They gathered those that others didn't want, and that was fine with them. They needed no heralding, they only wanted family.

This was the way of things and all the galaxy knew of the Cybertronian hunts for young. Some would offer up children in tithes just to avoid conflict. Others would train to possibly be worthy of being accepted as an immortal. And some still fought bitterly against the waves of Cybertronians coming for young, waging war and fighting tooth and nail to keep their young to themselves. Whatever the case, this was the way and Cybertronians continued their existence through the welcoming of new blood.

Orion Pax was taken up from the rubble of a long forgotten world, the last survivor of a deadly plague while still a young child. None knew exactly what he was or where he came from considering his organic form did not match that of the race that lived upon the planet. Still, he wandered the surface, lost, starving, and struggling bitterly against death as he hunted for something, anything to keep him alive. He lived wild, hunting and rummaging through what he could to get by. Alpha Trion of all mecha sensed his presence and collected him, taking INCREADIBLE care when it came time to convert the organic child.

Orion Pax was not given just Alpha Trion's essence, no, he was also infused with the energon of the other Primes that Alpha Trion managed to save for this very purpose. Orion didn't know nor did he care. He survived the changes and his flesh was stripped away in favor of metal and a spark. All the Matrix did when he gained it was wake up the dormant power within him, forcing the power of the divine to change him into something greater, something purer.

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Mortal to Immortal

The conversion process was by no means an easy thing to endure. There was a reason that potential young were taken only from among the strongest, be it in mind, body, or spirit. Few survived the process without dedicated care and love from their Sire. All sorts of issues could come up if a Sire was negligent or failed to provide adequate amounts of energon to sustain the young during the change.

Outliers formed randomly, there was no notable event that caused their existence. However ghouls, spark eaters, and terrorcons were a legitimate threat when young were not tended to. Ghouls were born of a lack of energon, their bodies unable to fully finish development due to the neglect or lack of a Sire leading to them having to supplement on the energon of others their whole lives. Spark eaters were born of a lack of love from a Sire, resulting in their sparks forming incorrectly and requiring the essence of others to try and stabilize their own self destructive being. And of course Terrorcons came from a sparkling perishing halfway through the process due to neglect and their unfinished frame being reclaimed by the chaos god.

So many threats were involved with the changes, and yet it was required to sustain their species. However with how time intensive the changes are, the war put a damper on reproductive efforts.

The only sparkling among the Autobots who was brought into the fold was Bumblebee, and that was only because he was on the brink of death in his mortal frame when Optimus and Ratchet took him in and agreed to bring him into the fold together. Even then Bumblebee's changes were carefully observed and every moment not at war was spent tending to him. There simply wasn't enough time or peace to really bring in more into the fold.

Thus when the Autobots and Decepticons arrived on earth and found it to be somewhat safe, the urge to bring more into their folds was strong but controllable... up until the children got involved. Cybertronians all have a natural urge to want to bring more into their fold once they are old enough and their bloodline stabilizes. It is even more powerful when there are too few of them. The Decepticons kept themselves in line, with few being willing to raise a sparkling during war. But the Autobots? With how often the children got into dangerous situations, they found themselves with little choice, especially after Starscream nearly nabbed Miko for his own purposes and Soundwave almost made off with Rafael.

There was no choice. The children needed to be brought into the fold before the Decepticons lost control and took them into theirs. It was a matter of safety, there was no other way. As such quietly the team prepared the necessary items and began designating Sire's while also readying their offerings to the humans in exchange for their young.

Arcee was given sole responsibility over Jack, a position she carried with pride when Optimus granted her his blessing for her to be Jack's Sire. Bulkhead and Wheeljack were given Miko to Sire, to which both were ecstatic and immediately began preparing the correct offerings. And lastly Rafael was taken on by Ratchet, and by extension Optimus. Bumblebee was too young to raise a sparkling, but Primus did he wish he could when the plan was announced. None were all too proud of having to take the children from their caretakers and their race of origin, but it was for the best.

June was offered respect whenever she came to base, often with Arcee bowing kindly and offering up small gifts and tokens which the nurse took with confusion. Miko's host family and biological parents found themselves wired with extra cash from an unknown source. Rafael's parents were anonymously gifted strange artworks and also wired cash. The children didn't know, but they didn't need to until the time came. It was best they remained unknowing.

As all that went on, Optimus worked with the team to carefully prepare small injections of energon to be given to the children. He took energon from the designated Sires and offered it to the children in drinks he bought using a holoform. It felt underhanded, but the changes would be easier if the children were unaware for as long as possible since it wouldn't stress the mind quite as much. He added some of his own energon to all the children's injections just to stabilize things and ensure the children came out strong, but beyond that the only child he focused his efforts on was Rafael. It was not his place to interfere with the others.

Day by day over the course of months, the changes began.

Arcee treated her boy as gently as possible as his body ached and his internals seemed to burn more with every passing day around his chest. She cradled him when he fell asleep at base, singing to his slowly forming spark to calm it and cause Jack the least pain. She took great care to ensure Jack didn't receive too much energon and was there to quietly run scans and slip his Cybertronian painkillers when the aches grew worse in order to hide the truth from June for as long as possible. She stopped raising her voice, attentive to her boy's sensitive hearing and vision during the changes. She knew the changes, although those memories were distant.

Bulkhead and Wheeljack tended to Miko with utmost care as she came to them exhausted and unknowingly searching for attention as her slowly forming spark cried out. They held her near their sparks and sang to her as she slumbered all while quietly doing their best to soothe aching muscles and burning limbs as metal overtook flesh. They gave her higher doses of energon in order to speed the process along, but they never rushed Miko to do anything, instead being soft and loving with her even when she grew angry or snapped as new emotions ravaged her mind.

Ratchet and Optimus were well acquainted with the changes and cared for Rafael with practiced ease. Ratchet soothed aching muscles and stressed skin with special ointments and massages meant to lessen the pain. Optimus sang and used his field to care for Rafael's young spark, knowing full and well that his larger energon donation in Rafael made the boy more open to his affections. Together Ratchet and Optimus worked as one unit, both caring for Rafael physically and emotionally as his Sire's to be and both allowing equal amounts of their energon to be given to the boy. Bumblebee for his part did what he could to keep Rafael distracted as his bones slowly were remade and he began to loose feeling in his limbs as flesh was converted to metal.

The changes were necessary for their own safety. It was better they were brought into the fold by Autobots instead of Decepticons, especially since with the changes, their minds would shift and alter too. However this reality did not make it any easier when the children began to grow aware of how they were changing and their parents grew suspicious too.

[rmtzcoconut]

colors 🤖🧛

[cyber-streak-2]

Ratchet: How did you know it was me?

Drift: Your optics. Only one person in the universe can look that annoyed with me.

[weyounpussyindulgence]

So…..no big deal, but I met Jeffrey Combs and Armin Shimerman last Friday. Still trying to process it

(Holyfuckistillhaventrecoveredpleaseaskmeallaboutitpleasepleaseplease!!!)

[thatlombaxkaiber]

The most dangerous thing about Emperor Nefarious’ Vampirism isn’t his fangs or his bloodlust- it’s his temper

[nether-twins]

((Went through a bunch of my drawings- again- today because I thought it would be fun and, what do you know, I came across Vampire!Vendra. The drawing was almost done so I decided to pick up from where I last left off and finish it.))

[bgsartcavern]

Back from my trip which means back to posting! Art Fight attack for @iso-draws of Zeo! Just some routine maintenance on that robot arm :)

(Reblog don't repost!)

[whatwooshkai]

rewatching blade (1998) and god I love this movie so much. but with that comes the whispering of a transformers au. I have too many projects rn but IMAGINE it would be so much fun

first aid as blade. ratchet as whistler. ambulon as karen jenson

[petitelepus]

Here's an idea, a witch cursed to live a hundred years as a cat and is very bitter about it is now helping out vampire mtmte Drift and Ratchet with potions or spells, in exchange for help as they serve their sentence.

It's a symbiotic relationship really, this thing you have with Drift and Ratchet. Like, they scratch your back and make you curve your back, wanting more pets because the one and only good thing that came with this curse is that you love petting.

But really, they scratch your back and you scratch theirs.

They need your help, your vast knowledge of potions and such to live their lives among these ignorant humans.

A potion to help them shield their sensitive skin from the sun and make it possible for them to walk amongst the humans and another to hide their scent from those Hunters' bloodhounds.

It almost felt like they needed a new potion each passing day to survive.

In return, they help you find a way to break this wretched curse that turned you into this black feline. You would be damned if you were forced to pee or poop in a litter box for hundred whole years!

Oh, the humiliation of having someone clean after your doings! If this continued you would certainly die out of shame! You gotta break this curse and quickly!

[rinnarrae]

Art Fight attack for jojonox14

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jatchet shippers, come get yo food

(vampire Jak, here we go. Be warned, there might be a lil bit of spicy stuff. Enjoy)

"what's it like?" 

"Hm?" Jak asked, looking over at Ratchet, who was right beside him. His face barely illuminated by in the small candlelight. Ratchet rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes looking away from Jak's.

"The whole...staring thing, that your able to do...what's it like? Do people really lose sense of, I don't know, everything?" The lombax asked.

Jak thought for a moment, the rain outside calming, before taking a deep breath. "Yes, those who's eyes I stare into do lose sense of everything, but that's not all a vampire glance can do. It can make the person's head feel light, lost in the moment, like a good moment that you forget when you try to grasp it but the feeling remains. It also leaves room for...well..." Jak ran his hand through his hair, exhaling as he tried to think of the right words. "It leaves room for a vampire to plant a feeling of pure bliss, ecstasy, even, in their victims as they feed on them." 

Ratchet nodded. And then there was silence. Nothing but the sound of rain on the roof, the light of the candle, and the warmth the blankets brought tonight. Ratchet looked over at his partner again, a hand on Jak's. "Do you think...we could do it?" 

Jak was shocked by this. Why? Why would Ratchet ask this?

Ratchet sighed. "Jak, you haven't fed on anything for two days. You keep trying to avoid me when the hunger kicks in. I...I just want to help." He said honestly.

Jak wasn't sure how to respond. He didn't want to hurt him. Truly. But the need had been overwhelming and if he didn't get it out soon it would consume him.

"I...don't want to hurt you." Jak whispered, tears threatening to surface. Ratchet cupped Jak's face and placed a gently kiss on his forehead. "Hey, I know...I know you don't. But I also know you won't." Ratchet whispered with confidence.

Jak chuckled. Placing a hand under the lombax's chin, gently making him look at him. "You sure do have a lot of confidence I won't suck you dry, Babe."  Ratchet laughed. "Yes. I sure do...so...what happens now?" Jak smiled, "let's do a little test..." He said, making Ratchet stare into his emerald eyes. "Shall we?"

 Ratchet felt his face heat up, his mind already getting lost in his partners gaze. 'I feel...so light.' Ratchet thought, as Jak slowly inched closer, Ratchet doing the same as the hypnosis started taking effect. 'My vision is going black...it feels like...my body has turned numb...everything seems so calm...and quiet...I feel so relaxed...' God, he could barely think, only stare into his partners eyes as they kissed.

He loved him so much it ached. He loved the way Jak held onto him when he came down off the high, the way he held him close at night whenever he went home. And god he had never wanted more than this.

And suddenly it wasn't a dream. They were kissing and holding each other tightly.

Soon, they had parted and Ratchet could already feel Jak's warm breath on his neck as he moved and held him. Everything touch feeling like a small bolt of lightning.

And then Jak bit down. Fangs sinking into Ratchet's flesh. It didn't hurt. A small pain at the start that soon evaporated into something more. More pleasurable. More wonderful.

It felt as though it lasted forever, as though nothing could ever be better than what just happened.

The lombax felt his eyelids flutter, small gasps and squeaks escaping him as Jak drank his blood. The sensation felt amazing. As though his entire body just melted, his muscles relaxing and becoming soft. He felt weak all over, his legs unable to hold himself up anymore, as every part of him seemed to become heavy, as his mind felt foggy. All thoughts were forgotten. Just the feeling of Jak's lips around his neck, feeding off of him, the taste of his blood.

Everything felt like it was going away, as though nothing else mattered, and in that moment all that mattered was Jak.

Jak felt Ratchet shiver beneath him as he felt his body go limp, his own heart beating so fast, as though it wouldn' t survive without his love. So many feelings and so many urges.

And Jak did not want to let go. He wanted to savor this moment. He wanted to remember it for eternity. He wanted to remember all these emotions until he died.

As his mouth pulled back from the lombax's neck, he saw the other's eyes flutter open, and then shut. A smile pulling at his lips. "That was...amazing."Jak grinned. "Yeah," he said softly, before pressing another kiss to Ratchet's skin, before lowering the lombax onto the mattress underneath him, still holding him. "Come on, sleep now." He muttered as he lay down next to the other.

Ratchet stared into his partner's eyes, feeling the effects of the thirst, and then closed his eyes, falling asleep quickly.

"I love you." The lombax had whispered.

 Jak stared at his sleeping love in his arms. He was so peaceful, so at ease. Jak wanted to stay like that with him forever. Forever with him. Forever in love with him. Forever together. Jak leaned forward and planted a kiss against the lombax's cheek, whispering one final time, "I love you too."

[lets-try-some-writing]

Oh god the vampire au you posted really scratched my brain in all the good ways!!!

But what if the decepticons took the kids? It's funny how they're after the three under the autobots care and doesn't bother with other humans I wonder why? I'd definitely want to see which decepticon each kid would be assigned to!! And how would they behave during their conversion!! Specially megatron there's no way he doesn't want one of his own

Arachnid would definitely be a spark eater! I mean do you see how destructive she is! She definitely prefers newly formed sparklings spark!!

Mwhaha, I do love the vampire AU and this ask. It gives me more concepts to play with. Oooh and yes Arachnid as a sparkeater makes a ton of sense.

And of course, ANGST (with a healthy dose of fluff)

Previous part here.

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It is a natural part of any Cybertronian's nature to feel the urge to bring more into the fold once their bloodline stabilizes and they find themselves mature enough to undertake the task. The Decepticons are no exception to this, but even with the number of Cybertronians falling into near extinction levels, they still have standards. Regardless of faction or frame type, Cybertronians are picky when it comes to their choice of who to bring into the fold. Bringing in adults is too risky due to their biological parts having settled and being unwilling to accept new components. Attempting to take in weak young is a waste of effort since they would not pass the aches and pains phase of the changes anyway. And then of course every frame type has their own unique specifications regarding what they are looking for in young as well.

Its such a hassle to the point where despite being on an organic world with millions to choose from, the Decepticons simply can't find it in themselves to sift through the countless young spawn. They have a war to win, trying to set up trials to find the perfect young is something they do not have the time or resources to do. Thus until the human children made their presence known, the Decepticons abstained from attempting to fold any human young for fear of having it backfire horribly. Soundwave was making valiant efforts to hunt down potential suitable young, but the going was slow with how much Decepticon forces needed to be focused on the war effort.

Potential sparklings needed to have certain traits in order to be worth the effort of attempting to fold. Not to mention every single mech on the Nemesis had certain parameters they needed to have met in order to even consider a candidate. It was simply too much work to meet the needs of every mech willing and wanting to bring more into the fold. But then the Autobots had to bring the human children into the mix and make the selection process FAR easier.

The children were intelligent enough to be of use to the Autobots during combat. They were strong enough to survive even amongst fighting giants and dangerous relics and substances. They were wise enough to learn and adapt, sticking to their partners and working as well as they could with their fleshy frames. Most importantly, each of three human young presented traits that matched the specifications of every frame type on the Nemesis. Any frame type that wanted the children would find success. They met all the parameters.

They were perfect.

Of course it took a degree of convincing on Soundwave and Starscream's parts to get Megatron to even agree that the idea was reasonable. However once confirmation was given to retrieve the children for the purpose of bringing into the fold was complete, those who wanted young readied to act. They were no fools, they could see that the Autobots had already laid down their claim, but there was still room to act. There would be no stopping the CNA contribution of the Autobots from sticking, but they could most certainly attempt to drown out as much of it as possible with their own bloodlines. And of course there were still rules to be followed.

Knockout and Breakdown had wanted to have a sparkling of their own since the very beginning and long before the war. The time for a journey to find worthy young simply never came before and during the conflict. Now though, there was a chance, and neither were willing to lose it. They needed an organic child who matched their grounder specifications, one who would be stable and level headed. With that thought in mind, they took one look at Jack and decided he was the one for them. But of course, they couldn't just snatch him. That would cause increadible damage to him during his development and earn them the ire of Arcee. No, such things happened on Cybertron too when different mecha took an interest in the same organic. There were protocols and rituals to handle such affairs, and while they were indeed on opposite sides of things, Knockout and Breakdown were going to follow the old rites regardless.

In accordance with tradition, Breakdown and Knockout sent a transmission to the Autobots and Breakdown covered up his Decepticon faction marker. Arcee was incredibly skeptical, especially with her boy still not knowing he was undergoing the first stages of the changes. However the rules have almost always been honored, and Breakdown at least was long known to be honorable. Thus with a great deal of apprehension and accompanied by most of the team, she went to speak with the duo on neutral ground. The discussion was... tense to say the least. But with neither of the Decepticons having earned Arcee's direct anger, an agreement was settled on despite the protests and arguments that went on amongst the team for over an hour.

Oaths were made, pacts agreed upon, and the rules set in place. There were a few quips and a few instances were discussions nearly fell through, but all those present were long since sick of the war. They wanted new sparklings, and Jack having additional caretakers would increase his chances of survival and developing well. As such the path was set and it was agreed upon that once the changes began in earnest, Arcee would allow Knockout and Breakdown to serve as secondary Sires. They offered her energon samples of their own, and as soon as the moment presented itself, she began offering Jack their energon alongside her own. He would still be HER boy first and foremost, but Knockout and Breakdown would feel the beginnings of the tie and slowly gain sway too.

As Jack's changes progressed and the time to take him away from his mortal family drew nearer, Arcee prepared to begin sharing as required. A carrying chamber was installed near her spark so that her young ward could be kept near to her and her Decepticon co-Sires were allowed to begin coming to visit their young charge when he was sleeping at base. Until he forgot his mortal life he could not be allowed to see them while awake, but their presence eased Jack enough that it was clear Knockout and Breakdown had a claim on him too.

Arcee tended to him during the day, but when he slept, Knockout and Breakdown were allowed to come and sing to him, holding him gently as he fell into deeper and deeper sleep with every passing cycle. Everything they did had to be overseen by Arcee and she was higher on the hierarchy of Sires tending to Jack, but so long as they listened, they were allowed to care for him. There were rules, and both Decepticons were obliged to offer Arcee deference regarding Jack in any capacity unless they were willing to fight her for for the right to be his main Sires. But neither saw the need, Jack was their too and that was all that mattered. And while they did sneak the boy a few gifts and run their digits along his small frame whenever they could get away with it, they kept to the rules and didn't make a fuss. When Jack forgot his mortal life they would be given more freedom to treat him with the affection they both wanted above all else to offer. June may or may not have found herself with more offerings she didn't understand in response to two additional Cybertronians taking an interest in her only son.

But of course it was not just Knockout and Breakdown who wanted a sparkling. Starscream saw the chance to have a sparkling and he was willing to do anything to take it. Soundwave too considered it, but he stepped aside the moment he saw Starscream's optics linger on Miko. He was not desperate in the way Starscream was and he saw no need to fight for the right. He could have a sparkling of his own in due time, and thus he did not interfere when Starscream watched Knockout and Breakdown somehow manage to make a deal and proceed to plan to do the same.

However unlike Knockout and Breakdown, Starscream was completely unwilling to take on a secondary role when it came to Miko. He was upfront when he landed before the Wreckers on the battlefield and made his intent known. Bulkhead and Wheeljack were of course unwilling to make a deal at first, but with how much care Miko needed, there simply wasn't much room to reject the seeker's offer. He raised dozens of sparklings with his trine prior to the war and was familiar with the Vosian methods of handling little ones. He had experience, a trait which both Bulkhead and Wheeljack lacked, especially when faced with the fact that Miko was quite likely to be a rather difficult sparkling to handle during the aches and pains phase of the changes. They hated offering any sort of leverage to Starscream, and Optimus was not at all pleased when they brought a slumbering Miko out for the seeker to see since neither were willing to allow Starscream into base.

Despite the numerous instances of Miko very nearly beating him into scrap with the Apex armor, Starscream was not at all malicious the moment he sensed that she was undergoing the changes. Bulkhead and Wheeljack kept a blaster aimed at his helm the whole time he cooed at Miko as she slept. However Starscream merely softened his voice and sung quietly to the sleeping child, running his digit through her hair to feel the faint resistance that came from flesh being turned to metal. There was an urge to take her and run, but Starscream abstained. She was tied to the Wreckers whether he liked it or not. It was best to wait until she forgot and then involve himself fully. So instead of fighting, he offered some of his energon and took to the skies with Bulkhead's commlink line. Starscream received pictures and updates regarding Miko's development from that point forward and he eagerly counted the cycles until she would be ready for him to become part of her life.

Seeing three of his inner circle begin making deals to have sparklings of their own, Megatron's carefully hidden desire for one to raise began to rise. Two of the three were already claimed, and while he could hunt down another human to bring into the fold, there was a more malicious part of him that was determined to try and take Optimus and Ratchet's little pride and joy for his own. Rafael was bound to them, that could not be changed, but Megatron might be able to gain leverage as well as a sparkling if he played his cards right. Optimus would never agree to share, not with him anyway. But the Prime allowed Breakdown and Knockout to associate with his team and begrudgingly offered updates regarding Miko. Who was to say that Megatron couldn't extend his own influence to gain a bit of a foothold?

It was not difficult to convince Knockout to bring a vial of Megatron's energon with him during his next visit to see Jack. The medic was downright terrified at the concept of trying to sneak Megatron's energon into Rafael's supplements, but he did not dare disobey when the threat of being kept from Jack was shoved in front of his face. Megatron could only smile in mixed joy and malice when he began to feel the faint pulls of a tie to Rafael blooming within him after around a month or so of having Knockout slip his energon into Optimus and Ratchet's contribution. He only grew more and more pleased when he received a message from the Prime demanding to know what he'd done.

Optimus: Megatron, what have you done to my sparkling?

Megatron: Nothing much Prime. I have simply assured that you will now have to agree to come to some sort of truce with me.

Optimus: I will do no such thing, not while you threaten Earth.

Megatron: Who is to say I will threaten Earth? This world is filled with young organics ripe for bringing into the fold. It would be foolish to destroy it.

Optimus: You have tried before.

Megatron: I have, but now I have an investment here. That sparkling of yours now has my energon flowing through his veins. He needs my aid too now.

Optimus: That is an egregious breech of sparkling developmental laws-!

Megatron: You and I both know those laws have been obsolete since Cybertron fell. Besides, what's done is done. Your sparkling is now also mine. If we do not come to some sort of agreement, he will die or end up like Arachnid.

Optimus: ...

Megatron: Well Prime? Do you wish to talk on equal ground or continue this game and risk the life of your young charge?

Optimus: How much do you wish to be involved in his life?

Megatron: I want to be a Primary Sire.

Optimus: That is too much.

Megatron: Is it? You still have Bumblebee do you not? You and your lapdog medic may have the sparkling for half of his development and I will have him for the rest.

Optimus: You are a monster.

Megatron: So what if I am? Our whole species has been regarded as such since the beginning. We steal the young of others to make into our own. How is what I am doing any different?

The team were quick to pinpoint Knockout as the one who put Megatron's energon into Rafael's supplements, but by that point there was nothing to be done. The changes were underway, the children were nearly ready to be collected and their mortal families fully compensated. The time for debate was over, now they needed to make some sort of truce or possibly lose the first sparklings brought into the fold since the height of the war.

[rmtzcoconut]

HE ATE MY HEART !!🤖❤️🧛

[cynthiadasorceress]

Random TFP headcanons Part 1 (mostly humans)

Raf is deaf in one ear and has a cochlear implant

Jack is transmasc

Miko is ADHD

Raf is Autistic

Miko at one point tried to cut her own hair

Needless to say, it did not turn out well

Jack has a genetic mutation that causes naturally sharper canines

Yes, several vampire jokes were made about this

Raf has dirt on EVERYBODY at school, and is not afraid to use it

Along with the guitar, Miko is pretty good on a drum set

Jack is frequently called emo

Miko used to bite kids in kindergarten

Raf has skipped several grades and is currently a sophomore in duel enrollment

Jack's parents had split custody until Jack's dad just didn't come to pick him up and stopped paying child support

June tried to track down her ex-husband, but to no evail

The kids see Optimus as a father figure, and he is not going to tell them otherwise

Bumblebee is Ratchet and Optimus's unofficially adopted son

Raf will behave like a creature from the pits of the underworld if he feels safe

[saradika]

— BLEED FOR ME | part i

[masterlist]

mand’alor!vampire!din djarin x f!reader

rated e - 1.8k

series prompts: vampire!au + “i would burn the world for you.” + vampire has a taste for specific blood + revenge + (one-sided) enemies to lovers (+ 2 to be revealed!)

tags: vampire!au, implication of drinking blood, reader has scar on shoulder, mentions of death

For the haunted hoedown! Looking forward to sharing this, I wanted to do a vamp!din last Halloween but wasn’t able to. So to work on this with the inspiration of these prompts is so exciting! I hope you enjoy! 💖

When it’s revealed that the Mand'alor is seeking a companion, you find yourself among those hoping to be chosen. A life of luxury in exchange for your blood seems a fair trade - even if you’re hiding a closely-kept secret. One that would certainly put your life in danger.

Though, you are not alone. Because he has one, as well.

The nervous energy of the crowd is palpable - it’s impossible not to get swept along with it. The cowl of your cape is tugged down lower as you follow the others streaming out ahead of you.

Out of the small town, winding around the side of the steep hill. The air growing heavier, the fog rolling in as you climb the moss-covered steps. The castle looms against the darkening horizon, all blackened stone and tall, twisting spires.

They mirror the curl of your stomach - the weight of your feet as they seem to slow, the closer you get.

But you’ve come this far. You can’t go back now.

The gates remain shut, and you’re forced to halt. Huddled together in small groups, nervous and excited whispers breaking the silence.

A shiver even with the heavy cloaks that protect the bared necks and shoulders, a detail noted on that weathered scroll left in the town square.

And for the first time, you doubt.

When it had been announced that the Mand’alor was seeking a Companion, the news has spread. It was no secret that the vampire lord had sought blood.

But he had never chosen anyone before. Never pursued someone, like this.

There had been others but they had never lasted long. Just let into the castle long enough to keep him alive for another moon.

It had amassed a crowd, those who couldn’t resist the reward that was offered - thousands of gold coins, enough to live any life they could want.

Those who wanted the fame.

Those who wanted protection.

Those who wanted to see the spectacle for themselves.

And then, there was you.

Now that you’re at the doorstep, you’re suddenly unsure. If you were chosen - once you step through - it’s unlikely you’d leave alive.

Would that be worth it?

Would you get what you were looking for?

Even after all your training, it hadn’t truly prepared you for the patchwork of emotions you feel now.

Guilt and desperation and melancholy and regret and anger - all branding into your skin until you can feel yourself trembling with the effort to hold it back.

But the gates are parting now. And it’s too late to turn back.

A figure it stepping through - her leather armor blackened with oil. Her eyes are bright, and not the shade of red you were expecting.

Her chin is held high as her eyes sweep through the crowd, an eerie silence settling over your travel companions.

And wordlessly, she begins to sort. Sizing up each person as she approaches. A quick dart of her eyes as she plucks at clothes, examines faces.

Pulling a few to one side, the rest clearly dismissed. No pattern to her choosing that you can sense - that feeling of dread ratcheting up in your stomach as the crowd grows smaller and you grow closer.

Until she’s standing in front of you.

Her fingers pinch at your chin, forcing your eyes to hers. Dark eyes under darker lashes flick across your face, until they drop down to the clasp at your throat.

Your hood is pulled back, as deft fingers unhook the brass fastenings. The wool pools on the cracked stone as your skin is exposed.

Her eyes follow the curve of your cheek, to your neck, to the sharp curves of the scar on your shoulder, just above the cut of your tunic.

A reminder of that night. One that still haunts you, a year later.

Those eyes flick back up to yours.

There’s a second where you stoop to collect your robe - feeling bare, flayed open under her gaze - but her boot presses purposely against the hem.

Shooting you a small smirk as you rise again obediently, before a hand is guiding you towards the group she had selected.

And then, it’s over.

“Those chosen will be brought before the Mand’alor.” The woman’s voice rings out, “And he shall decide from there.”

With her signal the gates creak open again, and you're ushered inside. Across a wide bridge and through a massive set of wooden double-doors.

And then, you’re inside the castle. Those doors shutting behind you with a sense of finality.

The long halls are dark, in the fading evening. The last of the sunlight filtered through tall, stained glass windows - their shadows broken into shades of crimson and silver and gold, distorted where they spill across the floor.

A chill creeps into your skin. The ice of it feels reminiscent of your dreams - that cold bite against your skin, a balm to the burning heat that had surrounded you.

It distracts you enough that you don't see him slip from the shadows. Near-silent steps as he moves to stand before the small crowd, even with the heavy plates of his shining armor.

Everything seems to go still then. The inhale of a collected breath, now held.

You should feel terror. This man - this vampire - has killed hundreds. Thousands. Has feasted on even more.

He's a monster.

The fight or flight should be sinking in - but somewhere deep inside, there is only that weight that you still carry. A prickle across your skin at the way he moves, all sleek and careful movements.

Starting where the woman guides him. His hands stay motionless - tucked in the curve on his belt, the other curling around a black hilt at his waist. Her quiet murmurs that only he can hear. As he stops in front of each one.

No expression can be leaked, with the mask he wears.

Their faces, and finally yours, reflected back at you.

You do your best to gather your courage.

To keep your chin tilted up, gazing into that dark band of his visor. As you hear the rattle of the slow inhale of his breath, as if he could smell you from beneath his helmet.

Even you can see the fear in your widen eyes, feel the small tremor in your limbs as his hand suddenly and slowly moves.

As if he can't help himself.

As if it is on instinct.

Reaching out to touch your shoulder, your neck - but then, just hovering.

Your terror catches up now. That steady beat of your heart now pounding in your chest, knocking wildly against your ribs.

The smallest flinch as his fingertips hang in mid-air, before his hand is curling into a fist.

Dropping back down.

There's the smallest jerk of his head. A gleam in the woman's eye as her hand curves around your bicep, as he sweeps from the room.

A murmur of confusion, disappointment - the rest robbed of their spectacle and entertainment. It had taken longer to get here - everything over so quickly, it feels as if you’ve only just stepped inside.

Armored guards move from their neat rows - shields raised to ward off the remainers of your group - to urge them back outside and back to their homes.

Leaving only the chosen behind.

Only you.

The woman in armor guides you quickly to your new home. Taking you through twisting corridors lined with ancient portraits, up a winding path of stone stairs.

You’re utterly lost, and a part of you wonders if that’s intentional. To keep you trapped inside. A silent realization that perhaps, you haven’t been nearly as clever as you thought.

Those worries lingering as she stops outside a heavy wooden door, lit on either side by flickering oil lamps.

“This is your room,” She tells you, her fingers resting on the door, before she’s pushing it open.

With the stories you’ve been told about the fearsome Mand’alor and the fortress he lurks in, you certainly weren’t expecting a room so… beautiful.

There’s a luxury that seems to weave throughout it. Rich wooden floors and plush rugs. A constellation of glittering stars painted on a domed, navy ceiling - as if you had invited the night sky in to stay.

Bookcases line the walls - framing a wooden desk, plush seating next to the bench that was built into the space beneath the iron-wrought windows.

Thick velvets curtains thrown back to let the setting sun in, casting the four-poster canopy bed in a golden light.

You almost forget yourself, as your fingers run across the bedspread. Finely-made beneath your touch, as soft as spun silk.

If the situation had been different… you think you might have loved it.

“There will be someone to call on you if there’s anything you want. And to take care of things during your day.” She interrupts your admiring thoughts, bringing you back.

You send a silent chastisement to yourself, as your fingers clasp - the picture of docility.

“The Mand’alor has been looking for someone for quite some time. I will give you a moment to get settled, but understand that your duties are to begin tonight.”

The pounding of your heart begins again, not realizing it would be so soon.

She must see the surprise that flickers across your face - her arms crossing as she leans in the doorway, “He has not fed since the last. We’ll all be happier once he does.”

Since the last Companion.

You wonder what happened to them. If they were used and cast aside. If they were drained dry.

If the same would happen to you.

No. You won’t let it.

“I’m happy to begin my work as soon as it pleases the Mand’alor.” Your voice is soft, and her sharp look softens.

“You’re quick.” She smiles, “That’s good. If you listen, you’re gonna be just fine.”

The nod you give is cut short, as the door closes. Left alone, your attention immediately goes to the furniture in the room. You don’t have much time.

Something used as often as a bed would be impractical, especially if someone will be tending to you as the woman says.

The bookcases touch both the ceiling and the floor, the books in neat, uniform stacks. No room for disruption.

Your fingers tug at the bench, but it’s solid wood - there’s no storage beneath.

No closet either, an empty brass rack stands against one of the curving stone walls.

Leaving only the desk, as you hurry over. The bottles of ink clinking together as the tips of your fingers run over the wooden top, and then under.

Looking for a hinge, your fingers closing around the ceramic knob as you carefully pull. Revealing a drawer full of rolled-up scrolls, a handful of quills, a thick leather-bound book.

There’s a knock then, and your pulse races.

Fingers fumbling as you reach for the fastenings of your tall boots. A creak of the door as it begins to open.

Undoing them just enough to pull the thin silver dagger and the sharpened stake free. Hastily shoving them behind the scrolls of paper inside your desk.

Before you’re pushing the drawer shut - just as the Mand’alor fills your doorway.

And the first of the 2 secret prompts are: 'this person' ordered me to kill you but i actually think i'm in love with you. (The second part to come into play!) thank you for checking this out! And hope you like this au! 🥀

[thatlombaxkaiber]

My my, it’s not every day I find my meals… willing~

Vampire Emperor Nefarious has me, and Kaiber it seems in a chokehold.