#gen 1 ironhide

[scourgeofmyownbrain]

Ironhide, Ironhide, Ironhide. It's the Ironhide Height Chart, everyone! Ironhide did not show up as much as I thought he would, Ratchet too. There's only like 8 universes where he shows up (in a meaningful way).

Quick Disclaimer, if any of the images look weird, it's because I had to stitch a few separate images together to create a full body shot of the character. And Yes, I am aware the TFO ones look stupid, these characters show up in background shots or for like 3 seconds tops. I didn't have anything else.

Here are links to my Bumblebee Chart, my Optimus Chart, my Megatron Chart, my Shockwave Chart, and my Ratchet Chart. For future reference, all these charts will be filed under my "Transformers Height Charts" tag and my "aka the adventures of a..." tag.

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Explanations and Sources below the cut.

RID 2001 - ~13 feet (TFWiki, lucky me, this one was easy)

Unicron Trilogy Energon - ~13 feet (No source, I got this number by assuming Optimus's height between Energon and Cybertron was the same and then comparing Ironhide to Optimus. For the uneducated, the Unicron Trilogy has given each of its 3 seasons separate names and 3 separate art styles.)

Gen 1 - ~16 feet (TFWiki, No additional comments)

WFCT - ~16 feet (No Source, but this design is identical to Gen 1 so who am I to complicate things.)

One V1 - ~16 feet (Pre-cog.*deep breath* Okay, so this movie doesn't have any actual numbers, aside for some bullshit ones from a Walmart Promotional. I've been using the Knightverse Optimus number as a baseline since these were at one point said to be vaugly canon to each other. And the Bumblebee-Optimus scaling is the same. I got this number by comparing Ironhide to Optimus. Idk man, this movie has made me develop a twitch.)

Animated - (Animated has no actual numbers, but the lovely @phoenix-inanis has provided a frankly astounding resource with their own calculations for the heights of all the TFA characters. Go look at it, it's wonderful -> https://phoenix-inanis.notion.site/TFA-Height-Chart-f6ad2960ca8c4c5b859ee4958723aaa4?pvs=4.)

One V2 - ~18 feet (Post-cog. Again, no numbers, plus I can't actually find a full body picture of this form. My method of "knocking off or adding two feet" has been pretty accurate so far (I got Bumblebee right), so I'm just going to keep doing it. God, my head hurts...)

Bayverse V1 - 22 feet (TFWiki, mr bay is my favorite he gives me heights for free)

Bayverse V2 - 24 feet (TFWIki, yes, for some reason, Ironhide just grew a few feet in between the second and third movies. This happens a lot)

Aligned Cont. WF/FOC - ~25 feet (So, I had nothing, and I had to look into the trailers for the game to get fucking anything. I was able to get a comparison between him and Optimus, and I was able to guestimate, but it was not perfect, and I probably need to actually play the games to get a better comparison. Also, once more, ALC coming in with the steel chair and snatching first place for being freakishly tall. why does this keep happening?)

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[compaculaaa]

Ironhide + 🍔

[tinydefector]

Hello! How are you? This is my first time requesting so I hope this is okay, but can I request a shorter scenario g1 Optimus, Ratchet, Jazz and Ironhide with a human s/o lives for chaos? They would point at Megatron and say ‘bitch’ just for the reaction. 🩵

Cursing Megatron out

Ps I'm sleep deprived af it's 12am right now and just finished this so enjoy.

Word count: 2.3k

Warning: description of fighting, swearing

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Optimus Prime

They yell loudly as Megatron goes to grab them, they smash him in the face with a tire iron as he is then tackled by Optimus. The Decepticon leader had ruined their date night. They flip him off as Optimus throws Megatron across the ground, his servo wraps around them quickly pulling them closer as they scramble up onto his shoulder. "Eat shit and die Fuck face!" They yell at Megatron. 

Optimus clutched their small form protectively against his plating, battling protocols roaring. Had circumstances been different, the Prime would have roared in fury at your fierce defence against the tyrant but he was dealing with trying to keep them safe. 

Megatron howled, clutching a fist to his dented face as energon streamed between digits. His optics blazed murder, craving nothing more than to snuff the fluttering spark of Optimus' and the human he held so closely. 

"You've made a grave error this day, little beast. No corpse shall hide you from my wrath!" Megatron bellowed, brandishing his fusion cannon as if to raze the very earth. His field screamed promised agony that sent lesser mechs scampering for shelter.

Optimus vented his battle mask into place, tucking them securely against the safety of his backstrut. weapons primed and wrathful fields promising eons of hurt against any who dared to touch his Human.    

"You shall not harm them, Megatron. Leave. now. while your spark yet functions," Optimus warned in a voice low and in a heavy growl that sounded feral and unlike the Prime.

"Maybe you should get Shockwave to give you a facial reconciliation!, oh wait I did it already!" They sneer back from Optimus' shoulder at Megatron. Their teeth are bared at him as they snarl. If anyone else had seen the human they would have thought they were an animal.

Optimus suppressed an amused sigh at their show of fangs, so small yet fearless against the monster terrorising his people for millennia.  Megatron bellowed in foaming rage, lunging toward where they perched upon Optimus's armoured pauldron. "Insolent pest! I shall grind your bones to powder and force-feed them to - aggh!"

A well-placed shot from Optimus's ion blaster struck the warlord, toppling the tyrant shrieking to the dirt. "Last warning, Megatron. Leave. or face me," Optimus rumbled, field pulsing protectiveness intertwined with fierce Protection.  

With a snarl Megatron takes off. Once both Optimus and his human lover settle from the adrenaline and battle protocols. Optimus cradled their small form within his battle-worn servo, venting slow ex-vapor to purge lingering fumes. His optics dimly regarded their fragile body. 

"That was a foolish act of bravery, little one," Optimus rumbled gently, digit carefully brushing across their  forehead and down their cheek admiring their eyes alight with fire. His spark swelled at the determination.  

"Sorry, I..  I got caught up in the moment, he missed me off ruining date night" they huff out while pressing their face into his neck cabling. Their body shakes from the adrenaline. "I hit Megatron with a tire iron" they whisper as it slowly registers in their own brain.

Optimus vented a soft huff of static, equal parts worry and weary amusement filling his field at their admission. "A valiant act indeed, though foolhardy against one as powerful as he," rumbled Optimus, vocals warm with approval despite the danger of the situation. His optics flicker in fondness. “Please do not do that again” 

Ratchet 

 Megatron let's out a horrific scream as he gets electrocuted. He hadn't noticed the humans who had shoved the taser between the plates of his armour. "Get Tazered Bitch, not so fucking tough now huh?" They shout at the downed Decepticon only to be scooped up by Ratchet. Ratchet swept them into his servo with a staticky huff, deftly dodging the warlord's flailing blows as voltage shocks wracked Megatron's colossal frame. His field buzzed approval at their fearless defence of him. 

"Reckless sparkling! You'll deactivate my rusting struts with stunts like that," Ratchet grumbled, though optics shone bright relief beneath grizzled plating. Megatron howled upon the earth, shaking off aftershocks that would crush the stoutest Autobot, madness glinting a terrifying helm snapped halfway 'twixt beast and machine.

Ratchet backed swiftly from flailing reach, hoisting their small form beyond harm's sight. Ratchet takes off transforming around them before he begins scolding the for how stupid they were, how dangerous it was. And the fact Megatron would personally hunt them now.

"Have you any idea how foolish that stunt was?!" Ratchet's engine revved indignantly even as he sped across the scarred earth, his cabin vibrating with barely-suppressed wrath and equal measure relief. 

His sensors remained fixed upon the precious organic cargo nestled within his altforms cab, monitoring vital readings  "Do you want a personal vendetta from Megatron? Because that's how you get a personal vendetta, you glitched little slagger!" Medical scans analysed each minute shift of breath. 

"Reckless, Just...do not scare me so, small one," Ratchet rumbled quietly, worried and care etched in every bolt and wire. 

"He had it coming Ratchet, plus that Amazon taser is getting a 10/10. 'WORKS GREAT, I Tazed a large alien warlord and he screamed like a bitch, will in fact work on creeps on the street' " they laugh while they look in the revision mirror to make sure they aren't being followed by said Decepticon.

Despite himself, Ratchet's engine sputtered an amused huff at their tone - so fearless in the face of giants who had destroyed armies. "Oh I've no doubt - the reviews certainly won't lack colour!" Ratchet agreed wryly, subtly activating scanners to sweep their escape route while watchful optics remained pinned to their reflection. 

His vents sighed relief upon confirming no stalking signatures upon their trail, enemy or otherwise. Swinging wide the Ark's bunker doors, Ratchet transformed with care not to jostle his delicate cargo. Blue optics peered down aglow with a glare "Come now, troublemaker. No more outings for the next month for you while the oaf licks his wounds." His states while guiding them to the medbay. 

“no fair Ratchet!” 

Jazz

They cling onto Jazz as the bot hides behind a boulder, multiple autobots had been out when the Decepticons had attacked. They are held tightly by Jazz as he debates the best possible to get them out of there unscaved.

Jazz vented softly, hugging their form protectively against his plating as pedefalls rumbled outside their scant cover. 

"Ain't nothin' t'fear, li'l light. Ol' Jazz'll getcha outta here one piece, ya feel me?" he murmured soothing static against their ear, subtly scanning surroundings through plating. An opening presented itself, if he could provide distraction just long enough...

Pressing a swift kiss to their forehead, Jazz.” Go, sweetspark! Ain't got but a klik - I'm right behind ya!" Jazz called desperately over the roar of weapons, swerving and banking with abandon to keep pursuers engaged but alive. 

 "Hey ol' buckets 'a bolts! Over here!" With that, he peeled from cover in a burst of speed, transforming mid-leap to present the biggest possible target, tailfins flared wide. Weapon systems engaged, greeting the three pursuing seekers with enthusiastically snarky exclamations as he led them on a merry chase. His sole purpose in those seconds - buy precious time, before sharply veering back toward cover with afterburners blazing. 

They do take off running but stop as they see Megatron advancing towards Jazz. They aren't far from either bot and in a split moment of bravery or stupidity their shoe is off and being flung right at Megatron's helm. "Your shit ass piece of Junk you lay a fucking hand on my boyfriend and I'll rip you apart with a fucking Magnet and plyers, don't you fucking test me you dipper wearing, goofy as looking supervillan wannabe!" They shout. It make the whole battlefield go almost dead silent. " Yea you fucking hear my bucket head, ill make you wish you were rusting!" They shout again. 

Jazz's optics widened in horror behind his visor, witnessing your defiant act through static-laced vision. Fear gripped his struts like freezing polyhexian tundra. 

Megatron's helm barely shifted from the impact, regarding their small form with optics glinting cruel amusement. His cannon charged with purpose to squash resistance as pointless and fleeting as an organic.

"Foolish creature. Your lives mean less than insects" Megatron sneered, taking ponderous steps their way that may as well have been a funeral march. The field around him broadcast murderous intentions that sent even the seasoned warriors around bolting for cover. 

Jazz would not be denied. With a grief-stricken keen that curdled energon in lines, he flung himself between you and that doom-wielding arm aiming to end what meaning he had left. His field pulsed frenzied protectiveness tangled with pleas no words could voice. 

"Ya want 'em, Megs, you'll hafta go through me first! An' I been dancin' this dance a long time..." Jazz spat static. Jazz was quick to get them out of there grabbing them and taking off. It isn't until they were back at the Ark did he finally transform, arms wrapped around them as he gives the a peace of his mind.

Jazz clutched their body against his chest plates long after abandoning the battle site, fleeing farther than ever felt safe from those sworn to end all he had left. His engine roared wildly, fuel pump pounding faster than any sabotage mission's duration against the relief of delivering them from harm. 

Only within the Ark's fortified bunker did his struts unlock enough to collapse wearily to the floor, holding them close as grateful cries and static escaped in equal measure. "Don't you ever fraggin' do that ta me again, ya hear?" Jazz gasped brokenly at last, cupping their face desperately within his quaking palm. His visor glimmered tears unshed, relief and terror warning in equal measure. 

"Can't lose ya...yer all Ah got left in this mess. Please, li'l light...don' scare me like that." Raw emotion clogged his vocalizer to near uselessness, pressing reverent kisses between choked intakes. 

"He was going right for you baby!, I'm not letting the 3 tonne prick hurt you, so what I lost a shoe next time it will be a hydro flask of salt water and I hope it dents his helm" they state as they grab his face plate returning his kisses with fevor.

Jazz huffed a static-tinged laugh at their fierce declaration, so brave yet trembling in his gentle grasp. His cooling fans cycled accelerated drafts, systems still buzzing from terrors faced alone to shield them from doom's sightless gaze. 

"Frag if ya ain't the bravest thing this side'a Cybertron," Jazz rumbled. He pressed his faceplate into their shoulder holding them tightly, not willing to let go yet. Curling them protectively against the humming mass of his spark, Jazz vented shaky ex-vents. "Mah brave, beautiful li'l light...keep shinin' that fire, sweetspark." Jazz whispered raggedly into their shoulder. 

Ironhide 

 Ironhide shoots at Megatron. His human companion latched to his back as he uses his body as a shield so the war lord couldn't get them. But they were making it rather hard as they tried antagonising Megatron. 

"Damn did they build you like a shit box on Cybertron or did you pick this form yourself!" They shout out. 

Ironhide careened across the scarred terrain, engine roaring as his heavy cannons unloaded volley after volley into the Con warlord's encroaching chassis. Megatron's howls shook the earth, armour blistering under Ironhide's righteous fury for daring to threaten his human lashed securely to broad backstruts.

"That's it, slaggertits, dance for me!" Ironhide bellowed back at Megatron. 

Megatron lunged forward through a hailstorm of plasma, cannons charging in a frenzy to end lives denying his rule. But Ironhide spun on a dime, releasing another blast to cave in an optical relay before transforming ram-tight around you both. 

His engine pounded like the Pit below, field alive with devotion harsh as his bearing yet gentle as newborn sparks flickering against red-and-blue armorweave. When Megatron gets too close they lob a can of WD-40 At him which Ironhide shoots cause it to explode in his face. "Get sunbeam shitlips!" They yell in delight as Ironhide takes off with them trying to get to safety.

"That's enough outta you, squishy," Ironhide rumbled, yet his cannons sang in harmony with your unbound spirit. His mission remained unchanged - shield the light of life, defying all forces that sought to smother its radiance. Ironhide's cannon fire consumed the volatile projectile in a brilliant fireball, engulfing Megatron in inferno. As they take off leaving Megatron in a fireball of energon and wounds. 

"Right in the visual output, squishy!. Primus, I think I'm in love," Ironhide roared instatically, tires biting earth as he tore across the ravaged wastes well beyond enemy sensors. His spark soared like the smelting winds of Vos. Ironhide's engine purred a low rumble as his struts unwound, tension leaching from armour plating now safe. His field pulsed weariness, yet underlying it swirled pride and fierce gratitude for your indomitable spirit so small, yet burned brighter than any star.

"Can't say I approve of y'all's antics out there, squishy. But Primus if you didn't frag up that rustbucket good," Ironhide chuckled, copper-sheened plating creaking in amusement. Never had he witnessed such fearless bravery, nor met a soul so worthy of the praise.

"He had it coming, Ironhide!You're not going to tell prime are you?" They had just faced down Megatron and cursed him out yet they were worried over being ratted out. Ironhide's engine grumbled a tired huff, his massive frame unwinding into a sprawl across the barren earth. He transforms lifting them up into his arms

"I'd be a fool to deny you put the fear of Primus in that rustbucket," Ironhide chuckled. "But Prime's got enough weighin' his wires. Don't need him fryin' more circuits over our antics." A digit gently booped their nose, gaze softening. "Your spark burns brighter than all the Well's glory. Ain't no mech takin' that from you - least of all one as glitching as Megs."

"Our secret?" They asked looking up at him.

"Our secret, squishy.” Ironhide replied, massive frame creaking gently as massive fingers curled to cradle them against his chassis.

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[cherrytimemachine]

character breakdown; Ratchet

Character Breakdown:

How I feel about this character: Everyone's favorite Autobot medic! He's grumpy and snaps at people frequently, but he really does care more than he lets on. I love how even despite his general attitude, he would do anything to help the people he cares about, and he's willing to put his snarkiness aside to help others. And he's generally the smartest person on the team when it comes to making risky decisions.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Drift, Wheeljack, and Ironhide, in that order.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Ratchet and Optimus are a good platonic pair. I enjoy their prewar and postwar dynamics. Ratchet is like the friend who said "I told you so" when he said your ex was a bad choice of partner. Also Wheeljack and Ironhide of course as well, since my number one romantic ship for him is still Dratchet. Wheeljack is his explosive mechanical engineering partner and Ironhide drives him nuts.

My unpopular opinion about this character: I'm not a big fan of the TFA voice and design. I think it's fine, but my favorite version of him would be TFP's by far.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I wish we could've seen more fluff with him and Drift in MTMTE. I feel like the build up of their relationship was mostly off screen or implied. Also, I feel like exploring Ratchet's coping with the horrors of war should be looked into. Personally, since he was kind of a party animal when he was younger, I think he's always been a drinker, but developed an unhealthy coping mechanism with it because of how many patients he's lost. His dwelling on those he couldn't save is a really interesting quality about his character, and I'd like to see more of Drift and Ratchet helping each other heal from their bad habits.

Let me know if there are any others you want my thoughts on!

[rextherob0t]

Random Transformers screenshots that make me laugh my ass off for no reason pt. 1

I swear to fuck, why is my humor so broken.

[westerntealpiranha]

ironhide makes him nervous

[universe-in-the-void-in-the-cube]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Transformers Generation One Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Ravage (Transformers), Breakdown (Transformers), Wildrider (Transformers), Stunticons (Transformers), Prowl (Transformers), Hot Rod (Transformers), Tracks (Transformers), Sideswipe (Transformers), Ironhide (Transformers), Ratchet (Transformers), Friends of Humanity Members (X-Men), Shawn Berger (Transformers), OCs Summary: Ravage witnesses the bullying of a mutant girl, whom Cindy Witwicky defends by using her powers to heal her. When Cindy is attacked by the Friends of Humanity and rendered powerless, Ravage and his fellow Decepticons come to her rescue, demonstrating loyalty and the complexities of their relationships with humans. If any one reads this please tell me what you think. I need to know what others think for good or bad.

[weirdlookingreptile]

My transformer figurine collection is built entirely on figures gifted to me lol

[cherrytimemachine]

This one image perfectly sums up their entire relationship.

Transport To Oblivion

In Episode 4 of the original Transformers cartoon, we get more punching robots, Shockwave earns the Most Loyal Baby award, the Decepticons still don’t know how to enter through a door and Megatron gets all the screen time and even more abilities he’ll never use again. And a space bridge is built.

What are the Cons gonna do, now that Starscream is the leader? We’ll see in the next scientifically accurate episode. Hopefully, these comics will start looking slightly better then.

[starspice-y]

Could you draw bay Ironhide or gen 1 Ironhide please?

I did g1 bc I don't wanna death by detail tonight

[tfdaycare]

Welcome to GHOST Daycare! A place where baby Cybertronians are found and taken care of until they find a new forever home. I’m Optimus, one of the head teachers and in charge of the autobot class. With me I have my conjunx, Megatron, who’s in charge of the Decepticon class, and Elita-1 who’s in charge of the Floodwater class, which is everyone else that Megatron and I can’t take in.

We also have lots of other teachers who help us with everything. Such as:

Our son Starscream, in charge of the seekers

Wheeljack, in charge of the wreckers

Tarantulas, in charge of the predacons

Grimlock, in charge of the dinobots

Airazor, in charge of the maximals

Moonsplinter, a moth, in charge of the Insecticon class

Ratchet, who take in a couple bots to teach them to be a medic

Jetfire/Skyjet, who’s our main TA

Ironhide & Chromia, our PE teachers

Beachcomber, the Earth biology teacher

Blaster & Soundwave, in charge of cassettes and cassette commanders

Drift & Cyclonus, who are our spiritualist teachers

Yoketron, our art teacher

Seaspray, the swim teacher

Powerglide, in charge of the Aerials

Hot Rod, who’s the substitute teacher for the autobot class

Arcee, who’s the TA specifically for the autobots class.

Our other doctors, Velocity, Shockwave and Ambulom

We also have our human staff:

Principal Karen Croft

Vice Principal Jon “No H” Schloder

Doctor Meridian

Ranger Dorothy Malto

History Teacher Alex Malto

Our wonderful Volunteers:

Robby Malto

Morgan Malto

Twitch

Thrash

Hashtag

Nightshade

Jawbreaker

Sam

Miko Nakadai

Jack Darby

Rafael Esquivel

And lastly we have our other staff:

Rewind, our Librarian and in charge of the paperwork

Chromedome, our grief counselor

Rung, our therapist

Tailgate, our janitor

Blurr and Eject, the sports coaches

Ultra Magnus, our administration

Rubble and Gauge, the assistants

Our hope for this blog is to help find new homes for all the little ones we’ve found since the war sadly caused a lot of sparklings to be orphaned or abandoned.

We have sparklings of all sizes and ages who may just be the perfect fit, so don’t be afraid to put yourself out there and apply to be a potential adoptee! They’re organized in generations since so many have been found.

Our sparklings are organized into five categories depending on age.

First gen: 20-25 years old

Second gen: 14-19 years old

Third gen: 8-13 years old

Fourth gen: 2-7 years old

Fifth gen: currently being born or found now.

We’ll go into more detail another time on who’s up for adoption as multiple bots have been adopted now while others are still waiting for their forever home and Kup can’t take them all in.

[scourgeofmyownbrain]

Only one guy on here has two eyes, and even then, they're fake eyes. It's big-tits-McGee, Mr. logic man extraordinaire, Geneva Suggestion Believer himself: Shockwave! Yep, all 12 of him, a reasonable amount of alternates to have, unlike some people... Shockwave Height Chart, everyone, fuckin wee.

Edit: I didn't like the old scaling I had so I changed it. The old chart is at the end of this post.

Quick Disclaimer, if any of the images look weird, it's because I had to stitch a few separate images together to create a full body shot of the character.

Here are links to my Bumblebee Chart, my Optimus Chart, my Megatron Chart, and my Soundwave Chart. !!NEW!! -> Ratchet & Ironhide. Please go gawk at how many Optimus designs there are, sweet fuck, there are so many. For future reference, all these charts will be filed under my "Transformers Height Charts" tag and my "aka the adventures of a..." tag.

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Explanations and Sources below the cut.

Unicron Trilogy Energon - ~14 feet 3 inches (No actual source, and Energon doesn't have any listed heights anywhere. For the uneducated, the Unicron Trilogy has given each of its 3 seasons separate names and 3 separate art styles. This is the design used in Energon (S2) though he only shows up in Energon. I was able to compare him to Optimus, and using Cybertron's listed heights, I got this number. I am in physical pain, it does not get better from here. Hilarious side note, his Japanese name is Laserwave, which contains the missing "wave" of Shockwave in this iteration's name.)

Earth Spark - ~15 feet (No actual source for ES, but using a barn door to get Bumblebee's height, then Optimus's, then Megatron's height, I was able to make a guess at Shockwave's. Shockwave comes up to about Megatron's chin; I lost the screenshot I used. It's so convoluted, I know, but it's all I have, also, tiny universe, everyone is so small)

TFA Longarm/V1 - 15 feet 2 inches (Animated has no actual numbers, but the lovely @phoenix-inanis has provided a frankly astounding resource with their own calculations for the heights of all the TFA characters. Go look at it, it's wonderful -> https://phoenix-inanis.notion.site/TFA-Height-Chart-f6ad2960ca8c4c5b859ee4958723aaa4?pvs=4)

Gen 1 - ~18 feet (TFWiki, uuuuh I've got nothing to add)

Netflix Cybertron Trilogy - ~18 feet (I have no source for this, other than assuming that because this design is identical to Gen 1, they are the same height. That's it, really)

Knight/Capel-Verse - ~18 feet (No source, and he never stands next to anyone I can measure him against, but because the TFOne director has said that this movie is both canon to the LA movies and its own separate canon, I am assuming the height I figured out for TFOne applies to this universe as well. Until proven otherwise. Capel directed the ROTB movie if you're wondering why his name is there)

One - ~18 feet (No source, I got this number by comparing him to Optimus. Now, I am aware of the TFO heights listed on the wiki, but I reject those numbers on principal. A: Those numbers are sourced from the Walmart Promotional AR Experience that came out before the movie. B: There are three decimal points, and that number does not convert into a whole number in meters (which is originally what I thought was weird about it). C: The director has said that this movie is both canon to the LA movies and its own separate canon, so I have elected to use the few given heights we have from KCV and worked from there. My Optimus post has slightly more context if you want it)

Cyberverse - 20 feet (This comes from a screenshot of this video which has the Cyberverse height chart everyone uses, though the quality of the screenshot is iffy.)

Aligned Cont. WF/FOC/TFP - 26 feet 2 inches (This number comes from Fandom and I completely believe it, even if they don't list their source, because the entirety of this universe is freakishly tall. Go look at my other charts, all the ALC designs are monstrous compared to the others)

TFA V2 - 29 feet 11 inches (Once again, phoenix-inanis did a fuck ton of work, go look at it, it's wonderful -> https://phoenix-inanis.notion.site/TFA-Height-Chart-f6ad2960ca8c4c5b859ee4958723aaa4?pvs=4)

Bayverse - ~30 feet (Ok, so I don't have a source for this one. There used to be one, BV Shockwave used to be listed as 40 feet tall bc of an article done to promote the movie, but that is no longer listed for reasons not known to me, and making some comparisons to Optimus, I have found them to be kinda close in height. It's very hard to actually validate any of this. Shockwave never stands normally next to anything I can use as a ruler at any point in the movie. He's always at a dramatic angle or partially covered by something in the shot. It's so violently frustrating. I am confident he is around this height though, I just can't figure out how much taller than Optimus he is)

And that's it. I didn't have to leave any designs out, all of them are included here (hopefully). It was so nice to work with a character where I wasn't drowning in 20+ designs across every goddamn universe.

Edit: Here are the different layers separated.

vvv Old scale vvv

[sillyromance]

Hello! First time here

Could you do some Bayverse ironhide safe vore with human reader?

Where reader is a N.E.S.T soldier, squad leader and stuff, thhey are terrified of trains and one day during a mission on a abandoned train station, and when a deception appears reader just freezes in fear and only stares at the battle happening which almost lead to reader getting seriously hurt but since Ironhide was there reader left with only some small scratches

Later when coming back to base reader gets scolded by Lennox for doing absolutely nothing and calling her such names and giving her some days without battling as punishment, and Ironhide comes knowing this and tries to comfort them

If you're not doing anything with bayverse then you can do with gen 1 Ironhide I won't mind! Love your writing by the way

Hello, dear anonymous!

Thank you for your comment! That's such a beautiful trope! I haven't seen Bay movies themselves, but I've been interested in that version of transformers and the way they were portrayed there, so I know the charachters. I'm sorry for such a delay, and I really hope you'll like the story.

Have a good time and take care!

War and peace

WARNING: reader injury, mental hurt/comfort, strong language.

You looked up.

Stars were slowly disappearing, night sky getting paler bit by bit and turning from black into greenish blue. Birds sang loudly around the camp; high trees surrounded the station like spiky walls, and one could be eluded to think they were hopelessly separated from the rest of the world. In reality, you were just a few miles away from the city, though nature in that region seemed to come close to urban areas.

You threw a glance at the watch - it was already three in the morning, yet you hardly had any sleep through out the night. The squadron had been sent to this place to track and, possibly, neutralize a decepticon which had been hiding here… As far as it was heard from the locals, at least. Even though the station was abandoned decades ago, the place seemed to be a swampy one; wetness would rather spook such creature away. Besides, the crew hadn’t registered any suspicious activity in the area. So you started to think that might be just a false alarm.

Endless blades of railways twinkled in uneven light of the rising sun. If you looked carefully, you could see small drops of water on them – the evidence of a recent rain. It was pretty foggy, too: an old train station seemed to be floating in the air, drowning in thick violet foam.

As pretty as it looked, your mind wasn’t completely occupied by the view. You couldn’t shake an uneasy feeling off of yourself. Looking around, you saw nothing but old cracked concrete and rust sticking on metal constructions; thick smell of old leaves and rotten plants had gotten stuck in your nose, causing a throbbing headache. That did things only worse. Scarier…

Because, in fact, you were afraid.

No one knew of your phobia. You had been terrified of trains since childhood and, despite all the attempts to heal it, you couldn’t make any progress so far. That fear spread on everything connected to those machines, and it wasn’t a surprise when, previously at base, simple mentioning of where you were supposed to go made you flinch and tense instantly. However, the job was the job… And you had to do it as a good soldier you were, without any questions.

You felt tired, and irritated. Double stress wore you off; you impatiently waited for an order to clear the place and return home. Your comrades were exhausted as well; and some of them audibly announced it, arguing quietly, but dirty, just behind your back.

Equipment and clothes were heavy; you sat at the bench and put the gun aside, wiping sweat streaming down your forehead.

Nevermind. Soon you would be in your room again with nothing to worry in the world. Especially trains and railways.

– How are you, sir/ma'am?

You winced and looked on the right: a tall red-headed guy, Roger, stood nearby with an apologetic expression on his face covered in freckles like a meadow - in dandelions.

– Could be worse. – You replied with a weak smile and moved a little, so there would be place for two.

He approached and sat beside you, his fingers diving into the pocket of his trousers and revealing a pack of cigarettes.

– Do you think that guy will show itself? - He asked, lightning one up.

– I wish it didn’t. But if the alien is here, we must take them before it is too late... – You answered, wrinkling your nose at the smoke.

His hands were trembling. Roger was a newbe, just like you, and not the bravest one; he was good at math and making plans, but engaging in combat wasn’t really his cup of tea despite his good shooting skills. Sometimes you wondered how he found himself a N.E.S.T. soldier at the first place… Although, who knows where destiny will throw us at the next moment? Unfortunately, as it was written in one book, people can’t plan their future even for a miserable period of time…

You frowned.

That damn fog… You couldn’t see anything further than five meters clearly. Aside from being in a place that sank you in anxiety, you felt your guts tied in a knot, thinking of a huge, intelligent, armed machine for killing walking somewhere under the milky cover. You wouldn’t be able to see it, but it was very much able to see you.

You knew what autobots could do.

But a deception must be capable of thing much worse…

Just as you were thinking about it, a long whining sound tore through the fog. The noise escalated, fusing with a heavy, earthshaking thumps. Before anyone could react, a huge figure, wet and metal, jumped at the rails, washing people in dirty water drizzling from under its feet: two red eyes pierced right through you like bullets, and the next thing you knew was Roger’s scream as the decepticon smashed its large fist at the concrete platform.

-         Fire! Open fire! – Someone shouted at the background; their yelling stimulated the crew to send rows of shots in the beast’s direction.

You didn’t hear them – everything was mute after a deafing burst of stone and mud risen to the sky. You were lying motionlessly at the miraculously untouched half of the station; the shirt was ruined, cut in several places – there were stripes of raw bleeding flesh beneath. You didn’t know what happened to Roger – thank God if he was able to escape.

You knew you must do something: run, fight, help your comrades defeat this. Actually, you were the one to give orders. Hypothetically, you could, but your muscles froze. You felt impossibly strong wish to cry out for help, but your lungs atrophied. That thing, that… abomination – it was so freaking close! The monster with insect-like muzzle was starring directly at you, its disgusting claws reaching out to grab a helpless human.

Was that it? Was that how your life supposed to end?

Was that how death would come to you standing, tied up by your own terror, at the railway of stupidity and looking how it was rushing towards you without any intention to stop?..

In the end, your fears were right. You would be killed by a machine you couldn’t stand against.

The horrible, crooked manipulator covered in rust and blood was already looming over your head. Cool, sour air slammed your nostrils.

Closer…

Closer…

Closer!..

And then, a long shadow fell on you and the decepticon was gone. A crushing wave of air rolled you to the edge of the platform from where you fell in the grass and lost your senses…

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You were walking down the corridor, shoulders up to your ears, your back bended and hands hidden in pockets of the jacket. Lamps on the ceiling threw cold, indifferent light at your crocked frame from above; sound of each step echoed too loudly in the shallow hallway.

 “Is this your way to have the job done – to stand still and watch as your people die?..”

Scenes of your last encounter with Lennox were constantly replaying in your head. She temporarily prohibited you from going on missions with others, so you could think about your behavior.

“I could never predict one of my soldiers to be such a miserable, pathetic mess… Be grateful that you are still here. You know, I should have banished you! Don’t even try to say anything now – all your reasons cost nothing, especially that human lives you put in danger by being incompetent…”

You couldn’t help it – tears ran down your cheeks, vision became all dark and blurry. You were swaying from side to side, feeling exhausted and sore: the injuries you got were not that dangerous, though it didn’t mean they didn’t hurt. And with your soul being torn apart with knowledge of your guilt, they hurt even worse.

Soon you came by the door you were searching for. You opened it and stepped on a gallery taking place right under the roof of a huge hangar. That was one of the biggest and the most protected sections of the base – a large room which could fit a full-sized plane, sealed under Earth’s surface.

The domain of aliens of iron and steel, armored giants from another side of the galaxy.

Some of them stayed in their disguises, resting, others held conversations with humans assigned to take care of the “foreign guests”, and some just minded their own businesses, like Wheeljack for instance: the goofy scientist was trying to create something with junk flooding the floor while his tiny robotic friends were jumping around him with funny squealks.

Two bots in their humanoid forms were standing in the farthest corner and talking . Those were Optimus and your friend, Ironhide; their voices rumbled lowly, almost inaudibly, overshadowed by white noise. Though it was difficult to read emotions on faces of those mechanical creatures, you could swear Optimus’ faceplate showed something similar to concern.

As far as you made yourself visible going down the stairs, he turned to you and made a gesture inviting you to come closer. Ironhide send you a look too, his expression seeming to… soften?

Must be just your vivid imagination.

You didn’t want to cause displeasure of such a powerful creature like Prime – it was more than enough troubles already for you – so you obliged, shortening the distance between you and the pair, trying your best to keep an eye contact with the leader while walking. He was good at reading body language, so you tried to mask your pain and shame. Meanwhile, when any of other bots happened to hide you behind their bodies, you used the chance to wipe your face, so, as you came close to Optimus and Ironhide, your cheeks were still red, but dry.

-         Hello there, Y/N. – Prime’s deep, husky voice never failed to send a swarm of shivers down your spine. And it didn’t help that he went down on his knee and his faceplate was just a few meters from you. – I have heard from my friend about the accident this morning. Are you all right?

You flinched.

-         Thank you, sir… It’s fine, sir. I’ll be over it soon.

-         Good.

Ironhide kneeled too, his tone gentle, but blue optics sharp, dwelling right into your heart.

Fuck.

 – I know, sometimes it’s hard to go against your instincts. Don’t let this all get into your head – I assure you, there will be time when you’ll get used to the things we are doing.

-         Yes, of course.

You wanted to leave as soon as possible.

Yet, you had one more thing to do beforehand.

– By the way… Ironhide… Thank you. For helping me.

The bot made a protesting gesture.

– Don’t mention it – It was my duty.

– Well, I don’t think it was your duty to carry me right into the hospital?

You said it without any teasing intention. However, the old soldier suddenly turned quite flustered, nervous even. You recognized the mistake only when you noticed thin streams of steam puffing from under his plates.

– Well… I couldn’t just leave you there unconscious!.. You know – you humans are so… fragile… and…

You could swear that Optimus gave his pal a look.

– Ok. I see. – Ironhide muttering amused you a bit; you actually managed to give him a smirk! – And still, I’m very grateful for what you’ve done. I could have been long dead... Now, sorry… I must go.

One by one, the bots straightened up. Optimus smiled slightly; something in the way he looked at you was wrong, but you didn’t have a wish to investigate. You send them a farewell salute and made your way to the exit.

“You are unworthy of pity! I really hope you understand that, Y/N. Maybe others will forgive you, but not me – since this day you are under my watch from dawn to dawn. And if I see more of your flaws…”

After throwing one last glance, which didn’t keep even a scrape of cheerfulness you sensed a second ago, over your shoulder, you walked out, sinking in the shadows again.

The shadows where you belonged.

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-         Hey, Y/N… Are you sleeping?

You sat up straight in bed, rubbing your sore eyes. No, you weren’t sleeping, but scrolling through your phone till that very minute your comm link unexpectedly came to life in the dead of the night. Despite everything you had gone through, helpful oblivion didn’t grant you its mercy – thanks to self-loath and anxiety holding you captive.

Only after a second or two you realized: the voice was familiar. Too familiar.

 -        …Ironhide?! For God’s sake! No, I don’t, but what’s the hell? Has something happened?

-         No, no! Don’t worry, it’s fine… Just wondering... Do you mind coming to the hangar for a chat?

You shrugged your shoulders, puzzled, but replied:

-         Sure… Are your comrades… awake, too?

-         Nah, they all are in deep recharge by now. I don’t think we will wake them up.

-         I see…

-         I’m waiting for you then. On the usual place. Over.

-         OK, over.

You switched the comm link off and blinked. It wasn’t like him. That bot wouldn’t bother anyone just because he didn’t have a companion to talk to. At least, you thought that way not so long ago…

There was no wish to climb off of the warm sheets, but you forced your feet down on the icy floor and, feeling as it was burning them, walked to the bathroom. Splashing a handful of freezing water into the face was painful, yet refreshing.

Looking at yourself, you couldn’t help but let out a small laughter at the red, huge-eyed human staring at you from behind the mirror.

Puny.

It didn’t take long to put on some clothes and find the way to hangar.

Ironhide was in his machine form when you found him: he signaled you with his headlights as you finally entered the room. Night lamps couldn’t give the hangar enough light, so the only effect they had was creating an illusion that the room rested at the bottom of the dark sea.

You let your intuition guide you, and very soon you were standing on the other half of the hangar, Ironhide being right in front you, his black armor barely noticeable in the shadows.

-         Hi again. – You greeted him, approaching your friend and putting a hand on his scratched bonnet.

-         Hello. – Ironhide whispered, trying to speak as quielyt as he could. – I was looking forward to see you.

-         Really? – You smirked sadly. – What’s the point in that? Aren’t you turning into a softie, huh?..

-         I’m not a softie. – The autobot grumbled, yet didn’t rolled away from your touch. – However… I think we need to have a talk. And discuss some events of the previous day you definitely remember, don’t you think?

Everything inside you yanked down as he let that out. You flinched and backed away, a look of hurt and misunderstanding frozen on your face.

-         Why would you want to bring it up? It’s over. Nothing can be changed now and…

-         I don’t care about what could be changed! It’s all about you, daisy!

-         What about me? Do you want to confirm it was all my fault, too? Thanks, others have already done that! I know it’s my fault, I know I’m a failure, but please, please… Leave me alone. Just… Am I not suffering enough?

You hugged yourself, turning away. Teeth clenched; eyes shut tightly. You didn’t want to hear all that again. You didn’t want anyone to blame you anymore, or even mention that horrible morning. Your comrades could have died! You knew that! Enough! Stop!

Stop!

STOP!

– Y/N. Please. Stop screaming.

Wow. Did you really lash those out?

– Let’s get somewhere…more  private. Shall we?

…Cool night air felt nice on the burning cheeks. You were sitting on the ground outside the base; a big tree sticking out from behind the metallic fence wrapped you in its curly shadow, rustling gently. Somewhere nearby you heard a ringing presence of a spring, scent of mushrooms pleasantly tickled your nerves; if you lowered your eyelids, you could think you were in the forest again. Although, now that thought was peaceful, intoxicatingly soothing.

Ironhide transformed and settled beside you, silent. His blue optics gazed at the clouds - black ghosts haunting the sky.

You leaned back on his frame.

– I believe, Lennox hasn’t been patient with you? I caught some rumors about her giving you a “break” from work.

It pulled a dry giggle out of your chest.

– …I see. What a b!tch! I mean… I can understand her, but if that thing popped up from nowhere in front of her, I doubt she would be that brave!

– Don’t worry much, pal. She is right…

– She is not, Y/N! She. Is. Not. You didn’t do anything wrong! Moreover: it is pure luck you are alive! If I wasn’t there… - His voice cracked. You couls see his servos turning into fists. – When I held you in my hands, you were a literal corpse!

– Don’t hyperbolize, Hidey.

You stroke his frame, feeling as it was rapidly heating up beneath your skin.

–All I want to say is… I was worried. The danger was real – whatever you would do, it would only end up worse for you than it did. She doesn’t get it right. I saw what those monsters could do to my kind! And, being honest, you humans are no match for them. It isn’t your war at all… She can’t punish a person who encountered a monster for the first time for their fear.

– But these monsters are invading my world now! Even though we are small and weak, we must do everything to protect our planet. I had to be stronger; now it’s the time when no mistakes are allowed.

– No one can grow without making mistakes. And neither she, nor you are gods to never make one. Enough crying over spilled milk! Hold yourself together. Guilt won’t make any difference. Only if you learn from your failures, they have any meaning.

Ironhide cautiously laid down, his arm shielding you protectively.

– And remember: only you choose who you want to be. You are a good person, Y/N. Don’t let anyone – especially Lennox – make you forget that.

When you heard that, choking sensation straining your ribcage since the very morning suddenly loosened. You pulled yourself closer to him, spreading your arms over his chest armor as far as you could. You were sobbing.

–Thank you, Hidey.

He brought his second manipulator from under his head, and soon you were sitting in an affectionate hug.

The bot was silent for a good while. Unnoticably for yourself, your head started nodding, mind sinking into light drowsiness. The night was so calm, and smooth steel you were pressed against was so warm…

– Feeling sleepy, little one?

You jumped slightly at his voice, disoriented, and gave him a sheepish look.

– Of course, you do – it’s your second night without proper rest. Come here.

The bot gently scooped your tiny form, then brought you to his faceplate, smiling a bit.

– Let’s get you somewhere no one will be able to hurt you anymore…

You hummed approvingly in response and didn’t struggle against him carefully putting you in his mouth, on the plushie glossa. As far as your head and shoulders touched its tender surface, you let go of yourself, completely submitting to the will of a being hundred times larger than you. Sore limbs were paralyzed by irresistible, long-sought pleasure; you couldn’t move for an inch even if you wanted to, and it didn’t help that saliva soaked you to the core almost instantly. Soft blue light pulsed steadily before you like a leading star, and you didn’t hesitate to answer its call, sliding deeper, obedient and trusting like a naïve lamb.

A ring of artificial muscles compressed you. One wet “gulk” - and a good half of you slipped into a glowing tunnel of the throat. Each new contraction pushed you further, and a second after you didn’t feel chilly air on your ankles anymore; Ironhide’s glossa playfully caressed your legs and guided them to the pharynx where they immediately vanished. You felt his digits trailing your decend down the throat - and that the was the last thing connecting you to the outside world.

And when you lost it, the world was gone.

Ironhide's sparkbeat filled you to the tips of your hair; gentle sounds of the bot’s body working flowed into your ears like music, distracting you from the pain and bad memories. Without any effort from your side, you slowly slipped down the esophagus, eyes closed, body - relaxed, light and powerless aka feather. Dreamy glow and cottony softness of his insides reminded you of those clouds chasing each other up in heavens.

It was peace.

It was freedom.

Eventually, the space around you decreased. As you arrived at the fuel tank, you didn’t waste any minute longer – and curled up in a small ball, tucking yourself in the floppy wall moving underneath your touch. Gurgling and bubbling of energon lulled you; you drifted off to sleep – which promised to be long, sound, and undisturbed. Alive bed tightened its embrace around your snoring form, cradling you, protecting you, reassuring you that from now on, no harm would come to you.

Ironhide sighed, relieved, as you plopped in his stomach and cuddled into its lining. His servo laid on his abdominal platings, and, though his armor was too thick for you to feel it, rubbed a few times at the spot where he could feel you snuggled up.

He missed this weight within.

The bot was tough, and distant, and harsh at times. He didn’t hesitate to kill and never sugarcoated things, being the source of brutal truth and the most reasonable transformer after Prime. But you… Your tears were his only weakness. Sensing you there now, right under his spark, hearing your tiny heart beating, your hands clenching at his flesh, he could forget about everything: war, death, misery of his kind. It was like being home again, and nothing had ever happened. You could only predict how much you actually ment, and he wasn’t able to bring himself say that out loud… Yet…

He would do anything to ensure you would live. Live happily, in the world where no monsters: metal or fleshy – could reach you with their sharp claws.

Tomorrow, he would pay a visit to Lennox and teach her a lesson… A sunshine like you didn’t deserve any of the shit you had to go through because of her.

Because of the strange aliens fallen on Earth…

Because of him.

He returned at the base. Every step he took was slow and deliberate – so you wouldn’t be jostled inside him too much. Despite the enormous size, he masterfully sneaked between his comrades to his corner where he sat still, bringing his knees up to the chest, closing his optics and concentrating on you.

At last, he was calm, too.  

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Neither Ironhide, nor you expected to be watched. Optimus was awakened by you yelling earlier, but didn’t want to spook you two, so he simply observed you from a far. He saw how Ironhide led you away through the main exit, then, after some time, he returned, alone – and sat aside from everyone, so big and strong, yet somehow vulnerable.

He talked only about you. He cared for you. He made excuses for you.

Prime knew what happened, or, rather, what had been happening. And he knew that would continue.

Was it bad? No.

Was it good? Maybe.

He wished it was. And prayed Primus to give time for this to bloom…

[tinydefector]

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[velvetafterdark]

Hey, i know it's been a while since you last talked about Cargo Plane. I was wondering if the 'ask the cast' thing was still going on. I was also wondering if I could ask 3 (4 really) questions at once:

Why exactly does Bumblebee still need his cane? I know it was explained, but im failing to understand.

Has Starscream's weight affected his movement/speed/agility? We know he can still fly just fine, but what about walking?

Early on in the fic, you mentioned that Ironhide had some troubles with his size. Is he also fat?

And 1 more question for you: Are you still writing Cargo Plane, or is it cancelled? (If it's cancelled or if you're still working on it and its just taking a long time, that's fine, no pressure. Ive enojoyed it so far, so thanks for the great fic :) )

Bee: My cane helps me move around comfortably. The knee replacement I got helps me move without pain, but I don't have very good calibration. If I walk without the cane, I tend to lose my balance unless I swing my leg at the hip. That hurts if I do it for too long; lots of pressure on my back.

The cane basically acts like a guide; if I move my leg with the cane, then I can't stumble or lose balance. Honestly, I don't mind needing a cane to move; I have a good life with good friends, all considered. It bothers me more when people expect me not to use it just because I don't seem disabled.

Jackie: T' be honest, Star's probably fitter than me. He's leggy; not hard for him to outpace me if he ain't careful. He's a big boy, but he ain't outta shape. Same with 'Hide; always been a bigger fella. Little more muscle than Star, but they're both husky.

Cargo plane is in a weird spot, tbh. I love it to death, but the setting itself has gotten a bit stale for me. This is not to say that I'm not writing kink, sta/rjack, or any of the other things I love anymore. Just that I've got a different continuity, or rather, au, that I'm dedicating most of my time to.

Mission Control is my ongoing fic series. The series itself is Gen, but there will be kink fics in it. Lots of queer love, lots of fat appreciation.

Maybe one day I'll return to Cargo Plane, but right now I need something fresh. Thank you all for the support, and I hope you enjoy the new writing I'm working on.

[merlinfromberlin]

Angstober 2024 Masterpost

This was my first time participating in any kind of prompt-based seasonal event and honestly, I had such a blast with it. I'd be happy to come back to this next year. ^^

The full prompt list (& header used in this post) was created by @angstober and you can find it here. If you want more angsty stories, you should definitely check out their blog for many many reblogs, the Angstober 2024 Collection or the Angstober 2024 tag on AO3. There's so much cool, amazing stuff that was created based on these prompts. I'm absolutely in awe! :D

So, first of all, some basic information about what I wrote for Angstober:

- length: c. 300 – 2300 words - 10 oneshots (one of which will get a second chapter in the future) - the first and the second chapter of a long fic - everything is set, to some capacity, in the Transformers: Prime universe - lots of Bumblebee-centric stuff - lots of Dadchet and/or Dadimus Prime - mostly Gen: pairings/romance may be mentioned, implied or present in the background, but never the main focus - three or four things are more experimental in style/formatting

Link to my Angstober 2024 TFP Oneshots Series on AO3 that includes everything but ‘A Little Left Of Right’ – the long fic that was spawned from this.

Individual stories below the cut:

Day 01: Again

An insight into Dadchet's thoughts during the fight at the Omega Lock.

Chronology: S03E13 – Deadlock Words: 303 Ships: Bumblebee & Ratchet Prompt: Again

Day 02: Countdown

Optimus contemplates the current state of the War and his personal life as he waits for the Allspark to be ejected.

Chronology: Pre-Canon – Tyger Pax Words: 1,599 Ships: Ironhide/Optimus Prime/Ratchet, Past – Megatron/Optimus Prime, Optimus Prime & Ultra Magnus, OP & Jazz, OP & Elita-1, Bumblebee & Optimus Prime Prompt: Countdown

Day 04: Of Beasts Swimming In Green

Bumblebee did his best to remain calm while he waited for the rest of Team Prime to rescue Ratchet. His attempts were feeble at best.

Chronology: S01E22 – Stronger, Faster Words: 990 Ships: Bumblebee & Ratchet, Bumblebee & Optimus Prime, Arcee & Bumblebee Prompt: Blood

Day 05: Next Time

Smokescreen had been having a terrible cycle.

Chronology: S03E10 – Minus One Words: 1,016 Ships: Smokescreen & Team Prime Prompt: Do Better

Day 08: Smiling On The Outside

After Optimus' frame is restored with the help of the Forge of Solus Prime, he contemplates the physical cost of Primehood.

Chronology: S03E04 – Rebellion Words: 881 Ships: Optimus Prime & Ratchet, past Megatronus & Orion Pax (mentioned) Prompt: Growing Pains

Day 09: So You Know I Care

As Ratchet waits for Bumblebee to wake up after being tortured at Tyger Pax, he makes a promise.

Chronology: Pre-Canon – Tyger Pax, set between Make You Feel Alright chapter 2 and 3 Words: 1,003 Ships: Bumblebee & Ratchet Prompt: Promise

Day 11: Dreaming Of Home

Megatron has constructed the perfect fantasy to trap Bumblebee in his own processor. After all, if the scout doesn't want to wake up, he won't interfere with the warlord's plans to resurrect himself, either.

Chronology: S01E14 – Out of His Head Words: 1,797 Ships: Bumblebee & Ratchet, Bumblebee & Optimus Prime, Bumblebee & Raf, Optimus/Ratchet Prompt: Wake Up

Day 15: A Little Left Of Right – Chapter 1

"Apparently our cross-dimensional counterparts belong to the more faint of heart," said Optimus. His words sent a cold shiver down Bumblebee's backstrut. "Weren't they keeping pets, too?" asked Arcee, the cold sneer that accompanied those words basically audible. "Pathetic. I don't know what anyone could ever find in these squishies. It's a shame we're stuck here with them." ::What?:: bleeped Bee.

Or: When Bumblebee wakes up after a crash, something is not quite right with Team Prime.

Chronology: Season 02 – after Operation: Bumblebee, before Nemesis Prime   Words: 1,804 Ships: Bumblebee & Ratchet, Bumblebee & Optimus Prime, Bumblebee & Team Prime Prompt: False Hope

Day 16: A Little Left Of Right – Chapter 2

A decacycle has passed and Bee is still on the run from the Autobots.

Or: angsty introspection because that's what I'm most comfortable with writing

Chronology: Season 2 - after Operation: Bumblebee, before Nemesis Prime Words: 2,271 Ships: Bumblebee & Autobots (mentioned) Prompt: No One Else To Turn To

Day 17: Solace From Solitude

It might have been by a combination of mere luck and dumb chance that Jazz had stumbled into the sparkling’s hideout on his hasty retreat from the Decepticon base he had been spying on, but he would still do everything in his power to protect the little one now.

Or: Jazz found a Bumblebee and he is not going to give him up again.

Chronology: Pre-Canon, after Fall of Praxus Words: 671 Ships: Bumblebee & Jazz, mentioned Jazz & Mirage, mentioned Jazz & Prowl Prompt: "Shhh!"

Day 23: Lost to a Sea of Guilt and Sorrow

The longer Ratchet is missing after the "Synth-En incident", the harder it gets for Bee to reign in his anxieties.

Chronology: S01E22 – Stronger, Faster Words: 1,103 Ships: Bumblebee & Ratchet, Bumblebee & Optimus Prime, Optimus Prime/Ratchet Prompt: Safe/Unsafe

Day 27: All My Tears Have Been Used Up

What baby Bee was doing before Optimus and Ratchet found him.

Chronology: Pre-Canon, Prequel to Make You Feel Alright Words: 1,629 Ships: Bumblebee & OC Prompt: Curled Up

Please, please, please read and heed the Warnings for this one! It’s probably the most gruesome thing on this list.

So, that’s everything! Hope you have a nice day wherever you are right now and Happy Halloween if you're seeing this today. ^^