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[lostcybertronian]

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I'm just glad to be writing again. I don't care.

Once again inspired by @breakdownsbuttlights Humanformers AU, Dratchet.

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Stepping through the door into their home brought immense relief. Drift paused at the threshold to flip the kitchen light, flooding the space with a warm glow. He’d taken great pains to get the house cleaned up in Ratchet’s absence; Ratchet’s issues of The Lancet and Science were stacked neatly on the counter instead of scattered about the living room, and Drift’s various cooking tools were put away instead of being piled by the sink, waiting for their next use. Even the floor was pristine.

“Do you want anything to eat?” Drift wheeled Ratchet further into the house, settling him by the kitchen counter while he unpacked the plastic shopping bag hanging from one wrist. Half a dozen prescription bottles went into a tidy line, one by one. “Anything has to be better than hospital food.”

“I’m not hungry, kid.” Dark circles ringed Ratchet’s tired, bloodshot eyes and it felt like his limbs were made of lead. But he still managed a small smile. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d like to hit the hay.”

Drift was already nodding and untwisting the caps of each pill bottle, checking and double-checking the labels like he hadn’t already memorized what they were and when to give them. “I’m not hungry, either,” he added, casual, like this was just another night in. Like Ratchet hadn’t spent the past three nights in the hospital, like this wasn’t his second heart attack.

Like he wasn’t already showing the signs of congestive heart failure.

Drift pressed the pills into his slightly quivering hands, then a glass of water, then a kiss to his temple. “Take them. They’ll make you feel better.”

Ratchet shot him a look that asked exactly which of us is the doctor, here, but obediently downed the pills. 

They fell into bed an exhausted tangle, Ratchet’s head buried in Drift’s chest and his arms wrapped solidly around his waist, one hand gripping his shirt like he would disappear if he let go.

Drift clutched him close, pressing kisses to Ratchet’s unwashed mop of hair, running his hands over his back in soothing circles. Some of the tension left him when Ratchet’s breathing went from short and strained to even and mostly smooth, but despite getting next to no rest the past few days– even after they kicked him out of the hospital, when visiting hours closed– Drift wouldn’t sleep a wink.

[always-arabis]

Discord member cloudy summer gifted us with this adorable Ratchet & Sam art. Some of you may recognize Ratchet’s likeness from @breakdownsbuttlights art. She graciously gave us permission to use her art as Signature Ratchet’s holoform.

Now, I wonder what Sam did to incur Ratchet’s wrath? 🤔😂

[ikethetimidbean]

I finally had time to sit down and draw my favorite warrior !! Drift as his humanized version! The character is based off of @breakdownsbuttlights version of him and the quote from the first pic is from @weapon-up-wallflower Flowers from a sidewalk crack & two cents from a dead end skiv.

I LOVED both depictions of him by both artists, and how more fleshed out he became in my mind and yet its all the more sad that we didnt get to see this potential being shown in the comics. And yet you guys are just nuts for somehow creating a compelling human to me:) And now both of your universes have merged into one for me !

I hope to draw more of this boy (along with the doc ofc haha) and everytime i do imma credit the heck outta u guys cause pp need to see your creation!!

[wottimpie]

LETS PLAY:

IS IT MESOTHULAS OR ROBERT SMITH!?

(meso design by the lovely @breakdownsbuttlights ! i’m so obsessed with his look 😭)

[daddymus-mamatron]

Part one of a stupid comic I've been working on FOR WEEKS!!

If I recall @breakdownsbuttlights mentioned Reilly & Jonesy had a very Drift and Roddy vibe and I could not agree more. One of my fav moment is when they call the coach a 'beautician' and I thought Megs was perfect for coach.

The clown car panel is an homage to that hilarious comic with OP sending Megs with Roddy on the LL.

If you want to know why Mins is crying you have to decipher the board behind Megatron.

[kati-kris]

Ahem, the inspiration appeared to rivet the clip :D 💧

Yes, until the freaking 3 o'clock in the morning

But I tried, not bad for the first time

(also, dedicated to my sunshine)

and here are our favorite authors (I never assign authorship, I just always dreamed of riveting a clip):

- appelsiini : 1

- The Transformers: Drift - Empire of Stone : 2

- khamar : 3

- dataglitch : 18

- Alex Milne (markerguru) : 4, 19

- Jack Lawrence: 16

- Coralus : 11

- pretentiousfork : 9

- breakdownsbuttlights : 5, 13

- ghangajii : 6

-Ricken_art : 7

- kawaii : 20

(if you did not specify the authors correctly, then please excuse me, I didn't find some of them, but I tried my best)

Music 🎵: Call Me Carizma - Rain

[botmilf]

I have to get this headcanon out of my head, I have a feeling Cybertronians have a special way to consume human foods purely just for pleasure purposes, for the taste. And TFP Ratchet, most definitely has a sweet tooth, his favorite human food to snack on is Cinnamon Rolls, specifically the ones from Cinnabon Also I like to think he has a chubbier body type, squishy tummy, he strongly dislikes it when others call it out tho, he likes to refer to his chubbiness has 'muscle'

This reminds me of @breakdownsbuttlights's Ratchet! I go back and forth between that and something more like the Mountain's body type from Game of Thrones -

Like he definitely has some chubbiness but he ALSO has muscles. I feel this makes sense to me because of the demands of Ratchet's job. He has to be strong to be able to support mechs that are twice or even three times his size.

As far as consuming human foods, I think this is a cute headcanon! Personally though I feel that the bots can't consume human foods because their bodies are just not constructed to process something like that--it would also make for a lot of extra cleaning and gunking up tubes and crevices and stuff. But that's just me and my brain just overthinking itself into a hole so honestly, go forth and let them eat cake, kind Anon!

[decepti-thots]

does HF prowl have green? What species is green?

I shall completely defer to (steal) breakdownsbuttlights' Green.

[afterspark-podcast]

G1 Episode 73: Show Notes

Fanfic Recommendations:

Dipolemacy by raisedbymoogles

Zombie Movie Marathon by GreyLiliy

Fanartist Recommendation:  @breakdownsbuttlights

AO3

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Favorite Art:

Beardy Ratchet

Humanformer Cyclonus

Humanformer Tailgate

[roolsilver]

@breakdownsbuttlights

nothing will change your perspective on a character like someone who is batshit obsessed with them

[lostcybertronian]

Loss of Gravity

Suggestive themes ahead, minors DNI

Again, Humanformer!Dratchet AU. This one is aboard the Lost Light.

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The alarm went off far too early for Drift’s taste, and he made his displeasure known by attaching himself like a sloth to Ratchet’s torso as the medic blindly swatted at the alarm clock sitting next to the bunk, eventually managing to silence it. 

“Don’t go,” he whined.

Ratchet chuckled, running one hand through a mess of red-gray hair. “I have to be at the medibay in twenty minutes, kid, and I need to shower.”

Drift tossed aside the covers and hoisted himself on top of Ratchet with fluid grace, straddling his hips and leaning over him, running his hands up his bare stomach, chest, shoulders. “Skip it.”

“Ugh, Drift-” Ratchet groaned as Drift shut him up with a kiss. He wrapped his hands around Drift’s lithe hips and pulled him down, pressing their bodies flush. “You know better,” he said when they broke apart briefly, slightly out of breath and doing his best to be stern even as his eyes glittered with delight. “But I think we have time if we’re quick.”

Drift grinned and opened his mouth to respond, only to be cut off as the entire ship jarred and began to shake, the alarms blaring on with earsplitting wails. Ratchet startled and Drift jolted like a cat; he would’ve fallen off their shared bunk if not for . . .

“I think the gravity failed.” Drift bounced off the wall uselessly and spun, shoving at the covers as they tried to trap him. 

Ratchet floated low to the bunk, snapping a string of curses even as he had more control of himself in a low-gravity environment. He kicked off the wall and batted aside their floating personal items, making grabs for his uniform from yesterday, tugging it on with surprising ease. 

“Message from Rodimus,” he grunted, continuing to pull on his scrubs even as his eyes unfocused to read what flickered across his HUD. “Quote, ‘Tell Drift to get his ass to the bridge,’ unquote.”

“Great.” Drift snagged the closest item of clothing. If it turned out to be one of Ratchet’s spare flannel shirts, far be it from him to make Rodimus wait. “See you later?”

Ratchet smirked and blew him a kiss before kicking toward the door. “Later, kid.”

[mourningstar113]

@breakdownsbuttlights I'm watching this random film on Netflix called Hampstead (I used to live in London, and walked on Hampstead Heath) and this guy appears....

[lostcybertronian]

Classroom

Sixth installment, since a few of you seem to like it okay.

Per usual, inspired by @breakdownsbuttlights Humanformer!Dratchet AU, specifically that post about Ratchet coming into Drift's classroom and sitting in the back, waiting for class to be over, and giving him a ride home.

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The professor looked different from the news articles nearly every single one of them had read. His hair was longer, for one, tied back in a messy bun that shed more hair than it restrained. He wore white instead of black, and it suited him. Red tattoos struck down his cheeks like thick lightning bolts, and he smiled. Actually smiled, baring a pair of meticulously sharpened canines that had half the class in a stranglehold.

“Are you seeing this?” One student shoved her phone at her best friend, careful to keep it under the desk and out of sight. Featured in the online article was a picture of the professor, younger and snarling, beneath the headline: Former assassin made third-in-command of the groundbreaking space exploration ship Lost Light. “That’s him, right?”

The girl choked back a giggle. “Oh yeah. So hot.” 

“Isn’t he married?” The first girl scrolled frantically, skimming headlines and articles, until she found what she was looking for. “He is. To the doctor. Look-”

All of a sudden the lecture hall door swung open, and a heavyset man in a green flannel and jeans, slipped in with hardly a sound, slowly and carefully closing the door behind him. 

Heads turned. Eyes stared. The professor continued lecturing as the man sat way in the back, retrieving a pair of chunky glasses from his pocket and slipping them on. But he didn’t pull out his phone, or a book, even. He merely leaned back, folded his hands across his stomach, and paid attention to the lecture.

“Holy shit.” The first girl whispered to her friend, excited. “That’s him. The husband.”

They both squinted at the phone, then snuck glances back at the man. It was him, alright, even if he had a full beard and more gray in his hair than red. 

“He’s kind of old,” the friend said. “Maybe he’s a cougar? Wait, that’s a woman. What’s the man version of a cougar?”

“A manther. Maybe-”

“Are you two finished?” Both girls went bright red as the professor fixed them with a disapproving glance. He crossed his arms over his chest. Raised both eyebrows. “Since you’re so eager, can either of you sum up the last ten minutes of the lesson?”

The girl’s friend sank down in her chair, a bright blush creeping up her face. The girl, for her part, pressed her lips into a thin line and said nothing.

Drift smirked. “That’s what I thought. Now, pay attention.”

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“I was paying more attention to your new age nonsense than any of your students were,” Ratchet remarked as he thunked down the stairs to the dais after the students had left, the giggling girls at the front of the pack, their heads ducked with embarrassment.

Drift finished stacking his papers and tucked them in the bag sitting on his desk. He glanced up, smiled, and called Ratchet’s bluff. “Learn anything new?”

A snort. “After years of living with you? Not a chance.” He leaned in for a kiss, and Drift reciprocated eagerly. 

Neither of them noticed the gaggle of students by the door, standing on tiptoes to look through the narrow door window and catch a glimpse of the infamous Lost Light couple. Not like they’d care if they did.

[prowl-apologist]

@breakdownsbuttlights

[blasphberry]

*trips on buttlight’s blog and accidentally doodles humanformers* oops

for real tho, @breakdownsbuttlights dratchet has given me the fuzzies and i cant resist the urge to doodle them i luv them so much aasjfsdkjhgskh

[kiskekkatica]

Inspired by @breakdownsbuttlights' art and writings