#optimus with freckles

[melishade]

Me after Reading the Optimus Dinobot what if

Love your what ifs

Previous Episode of the Dinobot Timeline

I guess this is a timeline now lol

So Optimus is obviously in hot water for not revealing this form to the Survey Corps and Megatron, even though he has explained that he can't control it. Hanji immediately wants to run experiments, but the Survey Corps has to take care of the coup. The bad news is that the ruling party got wind of Optimus' chaotic form and used that to slander Optimus' name throughout the public. Now the titan that was lauded as being a Savior was now being seen as someone to be feared.

It makes Optimus feel bad, obviously. All that hard work and he's being scorned and ridiculed. He can't blame the humans for their fear. However, the Survey Corps and Megatron are obviously pissed off for this injustice.

Reiner and Bertholdt are still in the Survey Corps, helping them out and obviously buying time to try and get at least Annie back. Pieck managed to worm her way into the outer rim of the rulers of the inner wall. So she's getting a substantial amount of information. Specifically about Annie's location and their experimentations on her, Eren holding both the Founding Titan and the Attack Titan, and Historia Reiss being of royal blood. Meaning the most valuable players that could turn the tide in this war and make up for the loss were standing right there. Zeke and the Jaws were no doubt a small price to pay if they could somehow get Annie, Eren, and Historia.

Rod is still able to successfully replicate the energon serum and use it on Annie while also making spares of the energon. Pieck, being closer to the inner circle, is able to find Annie, free her and take her out right before Armin, Mikasa, and Megatron get there. Pieck also manages to spot a spare energon titan serum and grabs it before bolting. Armin, Megatron, and Mikasa don't find Annie, but after a little more digging, the trio find notes on the energon serum, and now there's more of an urgency to find where the rest of the serums are and where Annie is.

The coup itself plays out like it does in the anime, not like in AOP. Because Optimus is currently feared for his titan form, Hanji thought it would be unwise to use him, and the people of Trost probably wouldn't rally behind him when marching to Sina considering what they've learned.

So the Survey Corps and Megatron break into the underground cavern to get Eren and Historia back. However, Pieck is close by, debating her options on whether to take the energon serum. She knows if she doesn't, the chance to take Eren and Historia are gone. But, she has to take a chance. Pieck takes the serum and transforms into her titan form, busting through the ceiling of the underground cavern, startling everyone. They try to use their weapons on her, but because of the energon, she's immune. The Survey Corps have to take cover, but Reiner and Bertholdt use the distraction to get to Eren and Historia. Megatron sees this and immediately bolts after them.

But because of Pieck, there's a delay. And Historia still makes the decision on her own to judo flip Rod while Kenny is watching in delight. But Rod still takes the energon serum and becomes that massive titan with energon in its system now. Kenny manages to leave unscathed because his team isn't coming in to break his focus. Reiner and Bertholdt come in to 'help' rescue Historia and free Eren. And as they're ready to bolt out of there, Megatron screams at Eren and Historia to run before fatally shooting Reiner in the neck. However, Reiner uses whatever energy he has left to transform into his titan form to take Bertholdt, Historia, and Eren out of there. Megatron is ready to pursue in his bipedal mode, but there's the matter of the Survey Corps still being in danger and the massive lumbering titan heading towards one of the walled towns. Pieck does manage to catch Reiner in titan form running away and quickly bolts after him, surprised at how fast she's able to run now. Reiner gets out of his titan form and he and Bertholdt take a depressed Eren and screaming Historia away. The Survey Corps do manage to escape the rubble, and so does Kenny, but not his team as they get crushed. Megatron informs them all that Reiner is a titan shifter and he took Eren and Historia. Ymir quickly turns into a titan and bolts after them, ignoring the screams of her comrades. She barely manages to see Pieck climbing over the wall and screams Historia's name in titan form, while Historia screams Ymir's name.

Normally, the Survey Corps would have pursued, but again, Rod's titan form. They have to focus their resources there to prevent civilians from being killed. Megatron and Optimus end up tag teaming to take out Rod's titan form with the civilians in the walled town watching. Optimus also uses his Dinobot form during the battle, and everyone is in awe to see Optimus and Megatron work together like this.

When it's over, Ymir informs them in sorrow that Historia and Ymir have been captured by Marley, and everyone is devastated, but Megatron is the one asking what Marley is. Ymir explains that's its the most powerful nation in the outside world, and that humanity is not extinct at all.

A few notes:

-The monarchy government is replaced with the military government, but because of the Survey Corps actions and Optimus and Megatron's battle prowess, the public don't seem to mind them being in power. Megatron and Optimus were able to prove they are trustworthy.

-Because Reiner and co flee to Marley, the Survey Corps are able to retake Wall Maria with no casualties, using Optimus, Megatron, and Ymir to eliminate the titans.

-Kenny's been captured and interrogated for obvious reasons, but Kenny is willing to spill what he knows. Specifically how Eren's father Grisha stole the power of the titans from Rod years ago. With Mikasa's help, they do find the basement and manage to pry open the drawer with the notebooks with brute force. And they get more history about the current outside world since Ymir's knowledge is no doubt outdated.

-Ymir, Armin, Mikasa, and Optimus are the most devastated out of the loss of Eren and Historia for obvious reasons.

-Megatron does notice the photo and how the kid looks similar to Zeke, now that he's completely healed. No one actually knew Zeke's name up until the notebook's discovery. So Megatron brings it up during interrogation of Zeke. He brings up his name first, which gets a visible reaction. Then Megatron shows the picture, which Zeke is surprised by, then Megatron brings up Grisha Jaeger by name, pointing at the standing man. Zeke realizes that the Founding Titan is being held by Eren Jaeger, his brother and decides to offer his help to the Survey Corps on the condition he be granted immunity. Megatron questions why he should even bother doing that, and Zeke retorts that if Marley has both someone of royal blood and the Founding Titan, that it's only a matter of time before they get around the vow renouncing war. They need him in order to stop Marley's continued reign over the world and the abuse of Eldians everywhere. Megatron says he'll run it by the military first.

(Man this was not something I was not expecting with the Dinobot timeline)

[maxiezone]

My designs for the team prime!

[frecklystars]

Oh my god, thank you guys for the messages! I can’t wait to read them all when I get home! 🥰❤️

I’m going to see the new TF movie. I saw it last night and I handled it really really well. My biggest issue keeping me from enjoying the movie however - besides not hyperfixating on anything anymore - is thinking these characters want to hurt me bc that’s what my abuser made me believe. I used to look at Bee and think he’d love me more than anything in the world, and I’ve been trying so hard to remember how I used to self ship, seeing myself as worthy of their love. I really want to reclaim all of the characters lost to me, but I don’t know how to do that when the trauma is so fresh in my mind

I want to see the movie again with the mindset that they do love me and have been waiting for me to save the world with them again. Especially my Honeybee 🥺💛 way easier said than done but it’s worth a shot. and if I can’t handle it then I’ll just leave

Mirage 100% calls me his babygirl because that’s what’s on my shirt. And when we start dating he’s introducing me to Optimus like “this is my babygirl”

[silverior968]

Tfp gijinkas (1/4) Dad squad (aka I binged a childhood favorite show in 3 days and the special interest won) Zoom in to the image for more details (especially the faces, that's where I put the most details)

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[Image ID: A character sheet with two characters on it. On the left side is a human version of Optimus Prime from Transformers Prime. He's tall and muscular with tan skin and blue-tinted black hair that is visibly grayed. His hair is around shoulder-length and tied into a short ponytail with a red hairtie. His expression is neutral and his eyes are dark blue. There are several scars on his face and hands, and the lines on his face show his age. He is wearing a black turtleneck, a red, cropped bomber-style jacket with white lining and a blue autobots logo embroidered on the left shoulder, blue trousers with gray patches and dark blue combat boots with black soles. He has two swords holstered on his back with connected shoulder-holsters. Placed around him are character design notes, reading as follows: "I turned his eye notches into scars - at first I thought of eyeliner but it didn't feel right". "I tried to simultaneously give him the vibes of a hands-on leader, a father figure and a dignified man in his twilight years - and I have no idea if I succeeded!". "I made both him and Ratchet appear somewhere in their 50s." "He accidentally ended up looking a lot like my design of Anton Shudder". "Making an outfit for him was tough because as a kid I thought his design made him look like he was wearing a cropped jacket and denim short-shorts. But I can't have him fighting decepticons in that, think of the asphalt burns! It was hard to unthink that, though". A tiny version of the Sonic the Hedgehog "my fucking god! these bitches gay! Good for them, good for them!" -meme is placed to his right. On the right side of the page is a human version of Ratchet from the same franchise. He's a stocky white man with pale skin and a few freckles here and there, but not many. His hair is mostly white, with some ginger streaks still visible. It is short and somewhat spiky near the back. He also has sideburns, a beard with no moustache and thick eyebrows. He looks grouchy and he has several facial scars and his face is lined. His eyes are cyan. He's wearing a red-and-white uniform, reminiscent of a first responder's outfit. It consists of a zip-up jacket, a thicker jacket on top, trousers, gloves and boots. The zip-up is white with a red zipper, and the jacket has four pockets and is mostly red with white shoulders and sleeves with heartbeat-reminiscent patterns. The jacket also has a white belt. The trousers are white with similar red stripes. The entire outfit has reflective stripes. The boots are mostly white with red heels and soles, and metal-enforced toes. He's holding a scalpel in one hand. There's a red autobots logo on his jackets over his heart. The design notes around him read as follows "He needs a strong nosebrideg because he's going to be pinching it a lot." "He came out looking like a middle-aged Roskilde paramedic named something like "Fredrik" or "Søren" who claims to have Manchester Orchestra as his favorite band (which isn't entirely false but) spends more time listening to ABBA and Radical Face." "Reflective stripes - safety first!". A meme with the text "Dad: doesn't want dog. Family: gets dog anyways. dad and dog:" and a picture of a man and a dog grilling. /end ID]

[rowiewritesstuff]

Hello there ! I would like to ask for a match-up please♡ <:) possibly with TFP Autobots or Cons (only if you feel like doing it♡)

My name is Michaela and i'm 19. My height is 5'3 (159cm) and i am a ginger with mid long hair, freckles all over my face and honey brown colored eyes. My skin is pretty pale so i ususally wear light colored clothes like soft green and cream colored shirts (i mostly wear very baggy clothes cause i'm pretty slim) etc.♡ ^^

I'd say i'm pretty calm/shy person but sometimes my zoomies hit in and i have the urge to run around and playfight with anyone and anything i see (i love playfighting) :D i also very much enjoy spiritual conversations, stargazing, playing games and i'm also a sucker for atronomy. I love learning all about space. I'm pretty loyal and affectionate (ahem touch starved ahem) person what comes to friends and family i'm very protective of them. I am used to helping people so of course if you ask me for any help or anything in particular i am here to help. <3 I often try to play things cool and calm when anything bad happens but i am actualy screaming on the inside. I'm very careful and fearfull. I'm also trying to be open minded as much as possible and kind to everyone as long as they are kind to me back. I am basically your mirror. I also LOVE animals. Mostly parrots😭❤️ they are just so adorable when they show you affection🥺 the type of person when they see a random cat on street to stop by and just pet it or any animal😭❤️

Now what comes to my body i have a pear shaped body with pretty thin waist and a lot of small and big marks all over my arms, hands and legs. I sadly suffer from asthma so i need my inhaler at all costs if i ever get a asthma attack <:/ i am also lactose intolerant so milk is another no no for me. I rather spend time indoors but still i'm open minded for a nice car ride to any lake or water. I love swimming especially in sea.^^♡♡ my fav colors are orange, yellow, turquoise, black, soft green and white♡

I think that's all. I apologize if this is chaotic but i've never wrote a request :( i hope it's not too much♡♡ if you couldn't come up with anything feel free not to write anything at all <3 thank you so so much !♡♡♡♡

A daily note to take care of yourself, to drink water and eat enough food to keep yourself healthy !♡ ^^

I match you with: Optimus Prime!

You met Optimus during a Decepticon attack. You of course were taken to the base and assigned a guardian- Optimus Prime himself. Optimus first kept you at a distance, not wanting to get too close to you in fear you’d be used against him by the Decepticons. 

One day when Optimus was driving you home you yelled at him to stop. You were both in a secluded area out in the country. You jumped out of his cab as soon as he came to a stop and squealed in delight. He transformed thinking something was wrong but saw you looking at the sky.

“What are you looking at?” Optimus asked.

“The stars, the moon- everything.” You sighed happily. “In the cities, the smog makes it hard to see the stars. Here, you can see everything. It’s amazing.”

Optimus looked at you in awe, then to the sky. He’d forgotten what it was like to just enjoy the wonders of the world. He sat down and looked down when he felt something on his hand. You were cuddling to him for warmth as you fell asleep. He made sure that you got home safely, even going as far as placing you gently in your bed from your open window.

Optimus began taking you on regular trips to see things you liked. One time he took you to the ocean so you could play in the water. You didn’t care you were missing your swimsuit and simply ran in head first. Ratchet later scolded you when you got sick.

One day he took you to the jungle to see some monkeys and parrots, and you ended up being attacked by a tiger. He quickly scooped you into his hand and away from the tiger trying to eat you. 

When you started to breathe oddly after the tiger attack, he ran to Ratchet. Ratchet shook his head at you and handed you your inhaler. Optimus asked you what it was, and Ratchet explained. Optimus was concerned and began treating you even more like precious glass.

When it came to Decepticons, you were very cautious. You would always run and hide and call the base. One day a Vehicon scooped you up to hold you hostage against the Prime and you were terrified. You were frozen in their servo while they mocked Optimus.

“Let them go!” Arcee growled out.

“Fat chance Autobot scum!” They squeeze you tighter and you begin to panic. Your asthma begins to act up and the Vehicon looks down at you in confusion. “Is it broken?” 

Bumblebee takes the opportunity to slam into the Decepticon and snatch your body flying through the air. The rest of the Autobots quickly defeat the Vehicons and take you back to base to get your inhaler. From that moment on, Optimus was so scared you’d die before he could confess his feelings.

Optimus picked you up and placed you on his shoulder as he went to the top of the base. He sat down and offered his hands to climb on. He looked down at you with love. “I… must confess something.” 

You looked up with a knowing expression. “I love you too, Optimus.” 

The shock on his face was priceless. He then smiled softly, pulling you closer to his face. “Thank you, little star.”

[babstheyaga]

c… can we get headcanons or little facts abt jazz…

oo heheh...

Jazz has a surprisingly low amount of anger issues. Most of the Autobots have some sort of anger problem, with BumbleBee and his frustration, Arcee and her rage, Optimus and his aggression, CliffJumper and over protectiveness... But Jazz just doesn't let things bother him, but if they do bother him, trust me, you'll get an ear full.

It's not canon, but my friend group theorizes he has some form of ADHD and/or autism! He's one of the only Autobot members without any mental illnesses, but I thought it was really interesting to see what they thought of him!

He will throw up at the taste of RedBull, but obsesses over original black and blue Monster.

He doesn't not eat because he has an eating disorder like BumbleBee, instead his eating habits are heavily affected by his moods. The worse mood he's in, the worse his appetite is.

He's surprisingly not super kinky like his brother is, though he is into cnc and dubcon.

He used to have freckles when he was a preteen/early teens, as well as braces.

He wears hearing aids and prescription glasses.

Minus the Detectors, he has the least amount of scars within the Autobots.

He's the oldest out of all 9 siblings.

annnddd that's all I can think of atm, it's 4 am lol

[transingthoseformers]

Fuck it, I'm not fiddling with their design more, I've gotta move onto the next Cybertronian therapist because i plan on making more than a few because they need it

So, Harlequinn (aka, "Quinn")!

So first thing's first i ended up giving them a southern accent in my head and i don't know why. That happens sometimes though, my inner monologue will just switch accents

They're a Decepticon (or at least Decepticon leaning) therapist who is pretty brutal on the battlefield but protective as hell of their patients. Evil and unethical sure but unlike Froid this doesn't translate to their patients/allies. Think like how Tarn is kinda nice to Nickel and the DJD but a motherfucking waking nightmare to everyone else.

Their shapes are directly inspired by various versions of Starscream yes but at first that was chance and they felt naked without wings or doorwings... so they ended up prettu seekerish

I imagine they're a helm or so, maybe half a helm shorter than TFA Starscream.

Yes i tried adding a nose/freckles because if i want to get better at drawing noses i need to practice. ... it's on another layer meaning under it they've got the aligned no-nose look

I think the only thing in common Harlequinn 2.0 has with their initial spinocon designs is the audial shape? And even then i explicitly made them more mini-wing-ish like Armada Optimus's (... i think.) Which yeah i 100% planned on a full design rework.

Today's a ~day~ okay sorry if i seem a bit snippy

I could not get that q to cooperate with me

Fr it's 2.0 design is nothing like their last design iteration.

[animewolflover18]

A new Kadewave fanfic in the making

Why am I doing this to myself? I am dunno. We writers are insane when it comes to writing our stories.

This upcoming fic will not have Maxwell x Cheif (I wanna explore more of my character x oc ships).

Which ship will it contain?

A: Autumn X Charlie

Honorable mention: Angelena x Charlie

Autumn is Chief's first wife. While Angelena is his second wife. He married them at different times.

Autumn married Cheif and had Kade when kade was 4 or 5; She divorce her husband due to danger and threats coming towards her.

Angelena married Cheif almost two years after Autumn left. Angeln dies about ten months after Cody is born. Kade is heartbroken when he loses his stepmom.

Autumn returns around the time Cody is three. Kade was happy when his mother returns. He held no grudge against her, due to her telling him the reason why she left when he was young. Kade's younger siblings didn't like her at first but slowly build a relationship with her. Autumn is a very patient woman when it comes to children. Both Graham and Dani called her mom after sixteen months of getting to know her. Both she and Charlie remarried again. And ever since then, they have all been happy.

Kade and Autumn have similar personalities. He got off her features: hair, freckles, eyes, and stubbornness. She loves all of her children equally. Graham, Dani, and Cody wanted her to adopt them. She agrees.

Chapter one will have a short summary of it, time skip, and will take place during the first season of the show. She also keeps a close eye on Heatwave and Kade. Her mother's instincts tell her something is growing between the two.

Autumn is part of the council of Griffin Rock. So meaning she puts up with Mayor Luskey's bullshit. She can't stand Prescott. To add it up, she can't stand the two men for many reasons. (And those who watch the show can understand her pain and annoyance)

She's a mama bear. She would protect her family and the bots. Autumn knows about Optimus Prime but doesn't know the stunt that Optimus and Charlie pulled on her (mainly not telling her about the rescue bots) which caused her to give them a real scolding. Optimus has much respect for Mrs. Burns.

So, what do you guys think? I have zero ideas for the title of the story so I'm making shit up as I go. Also, yes I'm still writing the Daughter of Heatwave.

Do you think this is a good story idea? Because I'm on a roll here for different story ideas. When is the story coming out? I do not know. I usually wait until I have three to four chapters in before I release a story. I want to help keep the Kadewave ship alive somehow and I was so happy to see people enjoying my first Kadewave story on both ao3 and Wattpad.

Let me know if you have any questions about the upcoming new books or the recent book.

[sparksinger]

a snippet from my latest fic

Hound straightened again and nodded to Optimus.  “I’ll wait for you in the driveway boss.”  He then turned and stepped over the paddock fence and folded himself into the Oshkosh Defence Medium Tactical truck that was his vehicle mode. 

Optimus bent from the waist and reached down towards Cordelia, each of his massive fingers gently wrapping themselves around her petite frame.  She felt the familiar sensation of a floating weightlessness envelop her as she was lifted into the air, the world beneath her descending until it was a verdant panorama in her peripheral vision. 

He settled her carefully on the broad expanse of his palm, raising her until she was level with his optics.  He walked back toward the ranch house, stopping when he came opposite the balcony at the rear of the building. 

He lifted his other hand, his index finger slowly descending towards her face.  With his fingertip, he tenderly traced the outline of her face, starting at her hair line, down the slope of her freckled cheeks and finishing at the fine line of her jaw.  Then he dipped his head forward and pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead, ruffling her hair gently as he exvented some air. 

“Will you be alright little one?”  He asked, his optics fixed on her.

“You worry too much big guy.  I will be fine.”  She rubbed his nose affectionately, shuffling forwards on his palm to do so. 

He walked around to the front of the house and placed her on the wrap-around porch, his fingertip lingering on her cheek for a heartbeat.  

Then his body folded in on itself until the familiar red and blue Western Star truck sat in front of her, glistening in the late springtime sunshine. 

She waved as Optimus and Hound rolled onto the single-track lane that fed off from the horseshoe shaped driveway.  Optimus honked his air horn as he and Hound rounded the corner and out of sight. 

-- something i am working on.

i love the fluff. give me all the fluff.

[silkling]

Here’s a short thing I wrote for @cirilee. It’s based on their Fantasy Shattered Glass Humanformers AU, from these posts here. (Post 1, Post 2, Post 3, Post 4). I wrote this in like, an hour, and I wanted to get it out cause I had several ideas for my other fics and this plot bunny kept sidetracking me. So, here it is!

(Also trigger warning here for dehumanization and violence. It isn’t very graphic but Smokey is not having a good time here.)

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Smokescreen woke up to a vicious headache and the scent of dirt and stale air filling his nose. He didn’t open his eyes yet, but one of his ears flicked as he tried to remember what had happened before he’d fallen asleep.

Except…had he fallen asleep? He remembered a battle, remembered being scared. It’d been so much more brutal than Papa and Pops had told him. He remembered Megatron calling a retreat, and he’d turned to follow, but then….

Pain, and then nothing.

He’d been knocked out before he could follow the others. The memory made his eyes fly open, and he jerked up, only to be pulled short. His wrists were cuffed together and attached by a short chain to the ground. He blinked, confused, but then a low chuckle made him snap his head up.

Oh.

Oh no.

Oh Primus, please no.

Optimus Prime stood there, his gaze cold and hard as he stared down at the young dragonet. At his side, the Mad Doctor stood with his arms crossed, one front hoof pawing the ground impatiently. On the Prime’s other side, stood the two remaining Wreckers. And just behind them all, leaning against the wall, was the Prime’s son.

Smokescreen swallowed hard, looking up at the Prime and forcing himself to straighten. “What do you want?” he demanded.

“You have quite a bit of nerve, taking such a tone with me.” the Prime remarked cooly. “You have nerve to even speak in the first place.” He added with a faintly curled lip.

The dragonet blinked quickly. “What?” he demanded.

“Animals don’t don’t talk, beast.” Ratchet said coldly. He sounded simultaneously bored and annoyed, which would be pretty impressive if Smokescreen wasn’t terrified out of his mind right now.

“I’m not a beast!” Smokescreen snapped, offended despite himself.

“Oh?” There was a dangerous note in the Prime’s voice. “Aren’t you, though? No human has horns or wings.” he mused. “Or fangs or claws, or scales marring their skin.”

Smokescreen tensed, the scales that were scattered over his body like colorful freckles seeming to burn. “That’s stupid logic! Let me go, Prime!” He demanded.

The Prime snarled, then his hand was glowing and Smokescreen only caught if flash of purple magic before his world erupted into pain. He shook and collapsed, keening loudly, and came back to himself slowly.

Prime waited for him to look up again before speaking. “I would tell you to address me as Lord Prime, beast, but that would be pointless. You will not be speaking soon enough.” His voice was cold. “And you do not give the orders here. I do. And for my first one: shift. Change into your proper form. I will not have a beast wearing the disguise of a human, even if it is a poor disguise.” he sneered.

Smokescreen scoffed. “Go to the Pit.” he snapped.

He realized too late that was a mistake when the Prime activated his magic again, and Smokescreen’s world narrowed to the sharp agony that consumed him. His throat felt raw, and he realized distantly he was screaming as he spasmed on the ground. The pain didn’t end for several long minutes, and when it did he was left shaking.

“I will not ask again.”

Rather than face the Prime’s wrath a third time, Smokescreen swallowed and nodded. “Okay, okay. I-I will.” He looked down, remembering the cuffs. “But these-I can’t shift with them.”

“I don’t care. Shift, or I will make you.” Prime stated.

Smokescreen didn’t want to find out what that meant. With a bitten off whine, he shifted. Even as he did, he knew his forepaws would be in bad shape. He grew, and the cuffs strained, and eventually broke, but not before constricting his wrists enough to make the bones audibly crack. He whined, collapsing to a limp heap as soon as he was in his dragon shape.

Ratchet scoffed, then trotted over and roughly kicked his injured forepaws away from his body, then knelt to start looking them over. He started working to heal them, a process Smokescreen recognized from Papa, but the sharp pain that Ratchet didn’t seem to care to dull wasn’t something Knock Out would allow in his medbay.

As Ratchet worked, Prime strode forward to stare the young dragon in the eye. “You are a beast, little dragon. You are a poor one, right now. You think yourself too human, but I suppose I must blame Megatron for not teaching you your place properly.” He sighed, like it was a great tragedy that Smokescreen didn’t behave like an animal. “Worry not, though. My Doctor and my Wreckers will make a proper beast out of you yet.” He smiled coldly, crouching down. “And once you are properly broken and brought to heal, my son will be able to claim you for his own, and he will ride you into battle against the very ones who raised you.” He patted Smokescreen’s nose. “Look forward to that day, little beast. I know I do.” He stood, then turned and left the room that Smokescreen now realized was some sort of underground dungeon.

Ratchet finished working on his forepaws, then came up to stand up by nose. Smokescreen growled nervously, lifting his head and narrowing his eyes at the centaur. Unfortunately, Ratchet didn’t seem to like that, because he reared up, front hooves slamming harshly into Smokescreen’s nose, and when he reared back with a pained squeal the centaur pressed forward, still reared up, and slammed his hooves down to pin the dragonet’s snout to the ground.

“Lesson one, beast.” he snarled. “Never look your betters in the eye.” He stared him down, hooves increasing the pressure until Smokescreen averted his gaze.

The Mad Doctor stepped off after a moment, then looked back to the Wreckers. “You two go prepare what you need. I’ll get started on breaking this one in.” he said sharply.

Smokescreen watched the two humans nod, and felt a flare of panic. If he didn’t stop then, they’d come to hurt him too! He reacted before he was thinking, lunging up and trying to snap at the two men.

They reacted immediately, dodging in opposite directions, then turning each grabbing a horn to slam his head down. “Lesson two.” The bigger one spat. “Never attack your masters.”

The smaller Wrecker laughed. “Well, kid! You messed up here! We can’t let you get away with attacking us!” He looked over to the wall. “Bumblebee, grab the inverted spike collar and muzzle. You know, the ones that have spikes on the inside?”

The words made Smokescreen squeal in terror, and he tried to thrash, but then a kick to the ribs from Ratchet him him still. Bumblebee had left in his struggles, and returned a moment later with the items in hand.

The Wreckers hauled Smokescreen over to the wall, where a chain was hanging, and then Ratchet was snatching the items from Bumblebee and advancing. Before the dragonet could react, the muzzle was clamped on, followed by the collar, and the chain was attached to the collar. Only then did the Wreckers release him. He tried to pull free, but the spikes on the collar dug into his neck and with a yelp he pressed against the wall. His snout ached where the muzzle was clamped around in, spikes pressing hard even when he wasn’t straining against the device.

The bigger Wrecker sneered in disgust, then turned and left, Bumblebee following. The smaller Wrecker laughed as he headed backwards to the door. “Have fun, Sunshine!” he crowed, and then he was gone and the door was slamming shut.

Ratchet scoffed, shaking his head, then turned back to Smokescreen and smirked. “Oh, I intend to.” he said, tone dark.

He advanced, and the young dragon could only cower back against the wall and shake as he finally understood his new reality.

(Hours later, Ratchet left him alone and shaking, and Bumblebee came in with a bucket of…he presumed it was food, but it smelled terrible. The muzzle was removed, and the human left. Smokescreen was left alone in the cold cell, and the only thing he could do was curl up tightly and croon a soft song to try to soothe his fear.)

(He had no way of knowing that soon enough, even that much would be taken from him.)

[seytazen]

I cannot get over this AU idea that me and @hazelhavoc came up with and it lives in my head rent free and I must share it with the world (I got their permission of course!)

Codeburst, Staticflame, Glint, and Hyperdose all belong to @hazelhavoc

We pretty much have this idea that Ironhide grew up in Crystal City and decided to go to school for psychology because he has a big spark for helping people out, but it turns out he is simply terrible at conventional schooling so he failed out before the war. Anyway tough love Ironhide is my current favorite thing to think about. Here’s a little blurb from our roleplay chat about this staring canon characters and hazelhavoc’s OCs!

Ironhide putting on his drill sergeant voice: *stands on a table banging two trays together until everyone is looking at him* Alright! I just woke up from a full 9 hours of recharge and I’ve fueled and showered. Anyone who hasn’t done those things in the last two days needs to go take care of themselves right the fuck now because I’m warning you- I have the spoons and the fucks to give. Codeburst go to bed. Optimus, if you don’t find the will to live right the fuck now and start consuming some energon, I will hog tie you and spoon feed it to you myself. Prowl, you look like you’re on the verge of a logic glitch- drop down and give me a 20 minute break!! Ultra Magnus if no one has told you that you do a lot for this cause and even if you struggle to grasp basic social cues, you are valued and we are thankful for all you do, I’m telling that to you now! Self care! Let’s go people, I can keep going! I wanna see some movement or Imma start singin!

Codeburst: But-- fine. *neglected sulk out of the room*

Optimus: *sighs and grabs full cube with a sarcastic eye roll knowing that he can and will follow through on any threat he has made* Sir, yes sir…

Staticflame: Yeah! Take your energon. I'll help you, Ironhide! Nobody is safe (affectionate)

Optimus: *grumbles and begrudgingly starts refueling*

Staticflame: *smirks and nods, hovering to make sure sure Optimus actually refuels*

Glint: Come on Prowl, if you don't rest your processor I'll go tell Ratchet! If I have to I'll take over your work. I'll get Jazz to help! *Please listen to her, she is very concerned for your health. She gives good cuddles if you need it.*

Prowl: *groans but slides datapad over to Glint* I guess a shower does sound nice…

Glint: **happy cheer and takes it, she'll work extra hard now!**

Hyperdose: Hey, I do that! : D *Extremely supportive to literally everyone unless they do something stupid then get ready for a tender and concerned scolding*

Magnus: *Small blush and grumbles*Thank you, it is nice to hear from different people *reaches for Hyperdose’s hand because they’re an adorable couple*

Hyperdose: No need to thank us darling, you mean so much to everyone and you're important- I should be thanking you! **Let's his hand get surrounded by Magnus', own blue freckles shining from his blush, resting his helm on part of his bicep**

Hide, chanting army tune: 🎵I don’t know but I’ve been told but seein y’all stewin gets real damn old! Sound oooffff! One, two- Sound ooooofff! Three, four- Get yer meal and get some sleep, gotta fight depression ‘for it gets too deep! 🎵

*everyone sighs*

[melishade]

Attack on Prime Chapter 83: Heal

Summary: The discovery of a Cybertronian ship has given hope to the already despondent Survey Corps, but the situation regarding Annie's loyalties are still being called into question. Megatron forms a solution to address the ship and Annie's standing.

Sneak Peek:

Optimus was exhausted. He could…feel this crushing weight. Between answering to the military, aiding Wheeljack in his scientific endeavors, and trying to keep the public quelled, it was crushing him. It hurt. It hurt so much. And Eren…Eren was gone. He had left and he didn’t understand why. Why did Eren leave with the possibility of not finding him again? Why did Eren leave at all?

Optimus remained seated on the berth of the neutral ship, staring at the energon cube in his servos. He was afraid of what Eren’s defection possibly meant for his safety and the island’s safety. It terrified him. Why did this terrify him? Was it because…it felt familiar? With Megatron acting on his own despite better judgement to be made? This…this was how it started with Megatron. It wasn’t a sudden switch into death and destruction. The seeds were sown over time, and only continued to grow. And Optimus let it grow and it only led to-!

Optimus shook his helm. No! No! He couldn’t think like that. Why was he even thinking like that in the first place?! But…Erwin warned him. And Optimus had seen Eren’s anger first hand. His hatred of Marley; he’d seen it before. But did that mean that Eren would even consider acting on it?

Optimus drank some of the energon. There was nothing he could do and it hurt him. He could only hope that his comrades would be able to find Eren in time, so that they could demand an explanation out of him.

[tfw-no-tennis]

beest warbs s2

andddddd ruth and i finished s2!!

new opening! which is mostly just clips from the s1 finale

ok i guessed that optimus would come back bc like, duh. but i was surprised that he didnt come back like, Instantly 

the new transmetal forms............................ugliy

sorry bhjsdkrhfjkasfk i dont like them....i cant believe im saying it but i prefer the cgi animals from s1 😩 it made sense! it tied into the premise of the show! now theyre just these weird shiny robo-animals...who also can fly and drive around and stuff...nah fam that aint it

cheetor doesnt even have freckles anymore 😭

also as the season went on the whole ‘energon shorts out robot forms, which necessitates beast forms’ thing was kinda quietly dropped, which doesnt make 100% sense since not that many characters got the transmetal forms

the funniest fucking thing is that the s2ep1 summary was literally just ‘terrorsaur and scorponok fucking die’ and THAT WAS IT hjdfksjkfjadfhjlad ruth and i saw that and were like HUH???

and honestly their deaths were so abrupt and unceremonious that i seriously would not have even known they had Legit Died if it hadnt been for that summary. i literally wouldve thought that theyd just end up going in a CR chamber and it wouldve been confusing as hell when they didnt come back lmaooooo

so yeah rip beta cuck and diet diet starscream lite i guess

ok and ep 2 was wild, with dinobot going on ANOTHER Shakespeare soliloquy spree, and then all that western stuff at the end??????

that was so fucking weird and hilarious. wtf 

also have i mentioned...i love dinobot. dramatic gay bitch 

also....new characters! silverbolt and quickstrike are here to quickly replace terrorsaur and scorponok lmaoooo

why does quickstrike have a southern accent when the south doesnt even exist yet as a cultural region

i love how immediately obvious it was that silverbolt was not gonna stay a predacon for long lmao

and then optimus primal returns!! looking wack as FUCK 

hvhakjdfnbskjdf sorry but i dont like his new look at all lmao. he looks weird as hell in both robot mode and “beast” mode, and im not into the whole flying snowboard thing...whats that abt

when dinobot rode around on rattrap vjhsdlfjkashdbhfjk that was so fucking funnyyyy

i cant get over megatrons new form w/the Evil Rollerskates™ thats just. so much lmaooooo but also mood bc if i could i would totally have built-in rollerskates 

did yall know i love tarantulas....that gay mad scientist bitch is hilarious

also i knew ahead of time that silverbolt and blackarachnia have a Thing but it was still soooo Much when they fought and then silverbolt refused to hit her bc shes a girl bsvdkjnfasndf

ruth: OH MY GOD HES A SIMP

ok and the ep where dinobot goes back to the predacons...bro...and everything w/the golden disk too?? that was wild 

ALSO I CANT BELIEVE AIRAZOR AND TIGATRON GOT FUCKING KIDNAPPED??? HELLO????

are they like. coming back? ever????? that was just It for them this season uhhhh so i guess we’ll have to hope they return in s3? omg

also quick shoutout to the infamous japanese dub of beast wars which accidentally made some canon gays by making airazor a dude. great job guys 

ohhhh my god when theres that alien ship thing and megatron is in it and then a big version of his face appears on the side of the ship? horrible

also i feel like beast wars megatron spends half his screentime sitting in various chairs...even when he went into that alien ship he ended up finding a big fancy chair to sit in

so yeah all that alien stuff was WILD. we still know so little abt them so im rlly interested to see if more will come up in s3 (im assuming at least a little since airazor and tigatron have to come back). like, are we gonna learn what theyre trying to do on earth? what they look like? etc?

ok silverbolt is always talking abt how blackarachnia is a good maximal on the inside and she just needs to embrace it etcetc, to me it feels like he’s a religious guy whos trying to get the girl he likes to accept jesus into her heart so they can be together hbvhajkdhbfhjksd sorry 

also silverbolt is hilarious. he’s like, a hammy simp. the way he talks is rlly entertaining lol

also theyve been namedropped a couple times so far, but what the heck is up w/the maximal council or whatever? they seem to be the ones in charge of the maximals (and presumably cybertron?), but we know literally nothing abt them...im curious

ooomg and rampage...everything w/rampage was sooo fucked like him being basically immortal is wild, and then he showed up and was tearing shit up all over the place, and then megatron fucking...removed his spark and was like You Work For Me Now. daymmmm that was so fucked up 

and he seemed to calm down after the first ep so i was like mannn i wish they would address the whole thing where megatrons controlling him - tho the maximals dont even seem to know abt it, they probably just think rampage joined them on his own. oof

and lbr even if they did know, they probably wouldnt be super motivated to free him since rampage attacked them previously, and likely wouldnt join the maximals even if given the choice

oh my god okay hold up i cant forget that DINOBOT FUCKING DIED i cant fucking believe it mate. GOD

i miss that gay moron 😔

also aside but the pre-human monkey people look soooo fucking janky hbvajkdhfjkhsdf god. so bad im sorry

oh my god and the whole thing w/the golden disc saying ‘sounds of earth...’ ruth and i saw that inscription earlier in s2 and ruth was like ‘oh isnt that a real thing, they sent out the Voyager probe into space w/a disc that has different sounds from nature and music and stuff on it called ‘sounds of earth” AND THEN THAT WAS EXACTLY WHAT THIS WAS...

i thought that was so cool, the fact that the golden disc could basically be used to look into the future...and then alter the future accordingly

its also super cool that the writers used something from REAL LIFE in the story in such a way. like, thats cool as hell, and idk much media that does so

especially bc beast wars is one of very few transformers series to not include any human characters (discounting the monkey pre-humans), so this is a really cool way to involve humanity without having any recurring human cast members

when dinobot nearly committed seppuku...uhm jesus bro

and then when he fought off all the predacons ALONE, and then FUCKING DIED...that was legit sad as hell...like he kept almost going into stasis lock but kept overriding it which was gonna kill him and AUGH

and then when the maximals show up as he’s dying...mannnn

and his last words - “and the rest is silence.” poetic and quoting Shakespeare until the literal end I see

basically that episode was fucking brutal but also really good. phew

AND THEN ITS FOLLOWED UP BY THE TRANSMUTATE EPISODE...ruth and i watched these two eps back to back in one night and afterwards we were basically braindead. that was A Lot 

the transmutate ep HHHHH where to even start

ok so transmutate...the whole story was just fucking tragic but also. TERRIFYING...

like this ep gave me the same vibes that i got when i watched the movie ET in like 4th grade and got scared as hell 

like, i am a Full Grown Adult and NOT ONLY THAT i had a job in a cadaver lab for like 5 YEARS so i generally am not easily scared but holy SHIT this episode legit unsettled me liiiike

the design and animation (and voice acting) on transmutate were like....terrifying oh my god. like, the way she(?) moved was so scary, with the slow movements and just, everything w/the neck/head....AUGH

and that like, pained screech she did ???? that was just horrible oh my god

anyways literally ruth and i spent this entire ep just like, cowering and yelling out of fear lmao. i went outside in the dark later and i swear i saw transmutate in the shadows. terrifying

in terms of the plot of the ep, that shit was fucked up. it basically amounted to silverbolt and rampage fighting over transmutate w/little regard for transmutate as a person, and ending w/her dying. which was fucked btw

and the fact that everyone was like ‘oh yea transmutate basically doesnt count as an alive sentient being’ was messed up bc they came to that conclusion very quickly and with only a small amount of data....messed up. also messed up is how the maximals suggested putting transmutate in like, a medically induced coma basically, bc she was a freak of nature. which may be true but STILL, that probably violates some ethical laws. arent yall supposed to be the good guys?!

also rampage trying to befriend and save transmutate was sad...especially knowing his circumstances w/megatron and stuff. just Ls all around

ok this cuts off abruptly but thats all folks ig vbajdkfbjksdf

[pickledpascal]

Love’s Train

Chapter One: 2014: A Memory

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1.1k

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Soul marks. They appear, either with a searing pain or you simply don’t notice them at all, when you meet your soulmate. Depending on where your soulmate might be from, it will be in their language. There’s this little urban legend that if the pain of your mark is strong then your bond with that person will last longer. Not everyone ends up with their soulmate. Sometimes they die or perhaps don’t end up choosing each other. 

It just depends on the person.

And as far as any human is concerned, no Cybertronian has ever had a soul mark or soulmate. Certainly not one that was human either.

It was during High School when Quinn learned that all the Autobots would be subject to exile. She never really cared as to why. They were the humans friends. Why would they do that to them? Maybe she couldn’t comprehend it when she was younger or maybe she did, her brain just wouldn’t let her agree with it. The Autobots fought for them and this is how they were going to be treated in return? Something in Quinn’s head screamed it was wrong.

She was fifteen, in her sophomore year when she learned the news. It was cast on the school news at 7 am sharp, like always. Her friends didn’t seem to care either way, although a little bummed they couldn’t have a self driving car. Quinn herself was a lot smaller in frame, her arms were weak with barely any blemishes on them besides a few freckles and one scar on her hand from an oven and her hair…. Well, it was its natural color–brown. Her green eyes were hidden behind some chunky, bright pink framed glasses that she would eventually hate.

One of Quinn’s friends–Jess–a girl shorter than Quinn that had dark curly hair, a deep complexion, and dark brown eyes, pursed her lips. “I mean, can you imagine having one of those bots as a car? You don’t have to drive yourself to school anymore! Just let it do it!” She said excitedly. 

“I’m sure it would be fun.” Quinn nodded solemnly, adjusting one of the straps of her backpack. “Get to talk to your car like a friend.” 

Rachel, another friend of Quinn’s, nudged her arm. “You already do that, Q.” She teased softly. She had long, straight black hair and almost whiskey-like eyes. “Red is just a little guy, we’re best friends!” She mocked Quinn’s voice, earning her a shove. 

None of them had their soul marks yet. It differed from person to person when they would get their marks but the average time was in high school, usually from the ages of fourteen to sixteen. They were all square in the middle of that range. Fifteen. Sure, there were people who would get theirs only after going to college but even then, it was like a weight was lifted. Their parents didn’t want their children to end up alone. There were extreme cases where people’s lives would end without ever having a soul mark. When it happened, it would be all over the news. Fear clutching onto the minds of parents.

Rachel asked with a light smile, “Okay but which one is the coolest? 3, 2, 1–”

“Bumblebee!” Quinn and Jess answered at the same time.

Rachel laughed and nodded, “He might be the fastest too. I mean, I don’t know what the truck one can do but I don’t think he’s that cool.” She shrugged.

Lots of things regarding the Autobots were classified. That meant Egypt was barely covered on the news, never even mentioning the Autobot leader at all. Optimus was meant to be a secret, one that only the most trusted of government agents would know about. All the public knew was that a blue truck with red flames was a part of the Autobots team even though they’ve never really seen him transform. 

“We don’t know anything about him so maybe he is.” Quinn pursed her lips as she fiddled with her shoes–they were all sitting on the floor in the corner of the main hall of the school. Her shoes were a simple black and white sneaker, nothing too special.

Jess laughed softly, “Not as cool as Bumblebee. He’s a fast car! What’s better than that?” She countered with a light smile.

Before Quinn could answer, the bell rang for the first period of the day. Her and her friends got up, waved goodbye, and went to their classes. They didn’t even know about anything happening outside school, the war happening in Chicago… yet again. But to them, that didn’t matter. What mattered was simple stuff. Getting good grades, not getting detention, learning to drive, maybe getting a new car, making sure you had an open parking spot–yeah, simple stuff.

Life would change, though. They would change and grow. Jess and Rachel would get their soul mark by the end of the school year, leaving Quinn behind. It was… weird. The sort of exclusion people without their soul mark had. It was like she was socially excluded from everything. She had to work even harder than one with a mark. And she did. Everything Quinn wanted to do, she excelled at. 

Gym wasn’t the best thing, though. It felt like torture, muscles aching after each period and then she had to continue like she didn’t want to just collapse in the middle of the hallway. But Quinn made it through. And she always would.

There were moments, times when she didn’t want to work so hard. Quinn wanted to be normal. She wanted a mark. She didn't care if she would see her soulmate again, she just wanted a mark. She wouldn’t have to get straight As or go through another look of dismay in her mother’s eyes. Quinn couldn’t take it. It was too much. She needed to escape somehow. 

Well. Cars were an escape. Her brother was one of the only people who treated her like a normal person. He had a small car collection going, one that he would let Quinn work on whenever she needed to. The only rule was that she couldn’t touch his Mustang. He was the only one allowed to work on it since it was one of the only cars he drove on a daily basis. And, well, sometimes when Quinn switched a part out, it wouldn’t work properly at first.

The only thing that would make it better in Quinn’s eyes was if she could work on a Cybertronian. She wanted to help but they were being hunted and she’d rather not endanger her family. 

Later down the line, maybe….

[darkmatter-nebula]

Colli gets transformers toys.

Hello! Thank you for the request!

Drabble: Colli's New Toys

Colli had a bright smile on his adorable multi-colored face! His Mami gifted new toys to him! The small starboy with otherworldly fluffy lavender hair and a heart of gold got Transformers toys. "Thank you so much, Mami!" Colli floated up into Camila's loving arms.

"You're welcome, Little Cherub!" Camila said softly as she kissed her son's freckled cheek. She knew how much the immortal and eternal child liked Bumblebee and Optimus Prime, so she got the idea to get toys from both of them for Colli.

The celestial boy's smile was shining as brightly as a diamond as he cuddled close to Camila.

The End

[babstheyaga]

Fear Me Or Die: Ch. One: The 7 Deadly... People?

Pairing(s) for chapter: BumbleBee/Reader, Optimus/Reader

Next ch.

Word count for chapter: 5.3k

Rating for chapter: Mature

Warnings for this chapter: Violence, curse words, kidnapping, death/murder

A/n: Finally decided to post this series on Tumblr! I’m not too sure how it will go, we shall see, won’t we! If I get too much backlash, then I will take it down and only keep it on Ao3... I’m thinking about taking it down from Wattpad, mostly because it’s pretty bad for that site, there’s a lot of softies on there lol. THIS HASN’T BEEN PROOF READ IN LIKE A YEAR, THERE’S PROBABLY A LOT WRONG WITH IT!

“Bee, stop throwing a tantrum! At least you don't have to babysit THIS worthless sack of shit!” A tall female with dark almost blue hair, ticked off bright, slanted purple eyes, and fair fawn colored skin. She had a hand on her hip, tilting her head at the male across from her. She pointed to a person below her, her feet straddling their shoulders as they lay on the gravel covered ground. His arms were bound before him, thick, brown rope constricting his hands so tightly his fingers were turning white. He had duct tape over his mouth, looking upside down at the man the woman was talking to.

A even taller male was flinging his hands around, speaking extremely frustrated sentences. No words left his mouth, his hands and fingers saying it all as he flung them around, expressing himself in sign language. The woman understood everything, shaking her head and rolling her eyes, clearly aggravated. His hair was shaven on either sides, an almost mohawk look with blonde hair on top. Freckles covering tawny, orangeish-brown skin, piercings in his ears while having a yellow leather jacket.

“There isn't anything I can do about it, why are you complaining to me?! If you have a problem, then bring it up with Optimus! I'm in the same boat as you are! This idiot-” She kicked the man's head below her, getting a whimper in return from him. “Is stuck with me. And THAT idiot is stuck with you.” She gestured to a female on the ground next to the tall male, a small, petite woman... Me. My hands were bound behind me, my body leaning forward as I tried not to be too noticeable.

The man looked down at me, his bright, glowing blue orbs looking furiously down at mine. He rolled his eyes, looking back to the blue haired woman and signing something apparently funny to her.

“At least she's not a fighter! This guy seems like he's going to be a hassle.” She kicked the bound man's head again, earning another whimper. I felt a little bad for him, though he was the one who got me into this stupid situation...

His name was Derek. I wasn't sure what his last name was. His hair brushed up, gray stripes streaking through it. His dress shirt and pants splattered with blood and covered in dust and dirt. He kept his eyes on the male next to me, either making sure he wasn't going to hurt me, or because he was scared of him. He was working with the Decepticons, people I use to work for a while ago... Though it was some time ago, and the organization has changed drastically since I was last in it, I knew that these guys were not part of that group. These guys were Autobots, terrorists who killed thousands, millions. The Decepticons were a organization that worked to repair cities and families that were affected by the Autobot's disarray.

Derek was a tough man, someone I knew years ago before he was the boss of the Decepticon facility in Louisiana. I originally lived there too, hosting a small business where I taught disabled kids life skills like how to get a job, or clean a house. I worked with the Decepticons when I was 15, nothing really all that important, just a unpaid intern. But when the Autobots started to get more daring with their destruction, my mother told me I wasn't allowed to go to work anymore. And till this day I am thankful for that, for not even a full two weeks later they blew up five facilities, killing hundreds. And the work place I was a intern for, was one of them.

But I guess that's how we got here now. The 20 people that were involved in a mission locating the Autobots, lead us to a cabin in the woods. They weren't expecting us, so we had the advantage against them, but they are considered the deadliest people on the planet for a reason.

I was in a black SUV, the windows tinted like I was some sort of secret agent. I felt bad ass, tracking down the most wanted criminals on the FBI list... I thought I was the coolest person alive...! Until the driver's brains splattered across the backseat where I sat. We were parked at the end of the long driveway to the cabin, at least a mile away. We had thought we were safe. We had planned on sending a squad to the cabin to check it out. But before we knew it, we were being ambushed.

I panicked, ducking down to the floorboards and hiding there while Derek, who was next to me, jumped into the front seat and drove us off the road and into a tree. I had thought we were safe, but when he screamed at me to run into the woods and hide there, I knew we were screwed.

The Autobots had taken 10 out of 20 people captive, me included. They interrogated us, killing most of the other people. They wanted to know who organized the mission, who our leaders were, how we found them, what lead them here... Everyone stayed quiet... Until they got to me. A giant of a man, his skin darker then night itself, his eyes glowing bright neon blue, his body was covered in scars, I could tell just by his face... He came to me, kneeling down at my bound body and tilted his head at me, curious as to why I was even there in the first place.

“You are out of place, we all know you're not the leader. Give me a reason not to kill you.” His voice was deep, calm and sharp. He was strict and straight to the point. I hadn't gone through any form of torture, yet I was terrified. I stared at the man, mouth dry as a desert as my eyes filled with tears. I didn't want to die, and everything inside of me was thinking of a proper response, but nothing came out my mouth. My body started to shake, my vision failing me completely as I forced something, anything out to try and plead for my life. He stared, his eyes flicking between mine, then slowly down my body. I felt weak under his gaze, he was sizing me up, or checking me out... I could feel the hair on my neck stand on edge as he reached his huge hand to the side of my face. His touch was soft, gentle. He rubbed the lobe of my ear, playing with a small hoop earring and pulling on it gingerly.

He leaned into me, whispering into my ear a careful, “You don't have to be scared, if you give me a reason, then I'll let you live to be my pet...” He flirted. I could feel my breath hitch, my fearful orbs sending my ears ringing the longer I stared. He pulled away from my ear, peering at me from the side of my face. I was speechless, unable to move, unable to speak or even breathe. I was frozen, petrified by his words and shock filling my body.

He pulled away from my face, tilting his head patiently, but when I did not answer him, he nodded, disappointed. “Hmm... Shame.” He took his hand away from me, letting it drop onto his bent knee. He stood up to his full height, my neck bending as I looked up at him, panic filling my mind and chest. “Such a pretty face too!” He shrugged and turned from me, nodding to the dark haired female, she nodded and lifted a gun, pointing it directly at me. I could feel a spike of adrenaline hit my back, shooting into my bound hands and rushing me to move suddenly. I burst into tears, shaking my head as finally words came out.

“I was just a intern! I didn't want to come here! I only knew about the cabin! I swear I didn't even know you were here! Please spare me! I'm only 19! I've never had my first kiss! I've never gotten drunk! I've never been to a concert! I've never eaten sushi! I've- I've-” My sobs were interrupted by the giant man holding up a hand, stopping my pleads. He smirked, each ends of his lips pulling up into a unnatural grin, chuckles slowly starting, quickly erupting into full blown cackles as he tried to catch his breath. None of the others were laughing, yet they didn't seem phased, as if he had done that before. I felt my body tremble, his laughs shaking the ground and moving to my legs. I was awestruck, not believing what I was hearing and seeing. His roaring laughter sending me speechless again, my eyes looking at him like I had just witness him kill my lover. I was horrified.

He slowed his cackling, taking in a breath and smiling at me from afar. He stood for a moment, shaking his head and wiping his eyes from a tear that ran down his cheek. He began to walk to me. Taking slow, steady steps towards me, he kneeled down before me. He reached his hand towards my chin, holding it with a bent index finger and smirking like a demon.

“You're precious.” He growled, my eyes shifting between his, searching his expression for any sign of dishonesty. “You want to be spared?” He asked. I blinked away the tears, though they would come right back. I nodded softly, him not allowing my face from his grip. “I'll give you a chance then.” He stood again, stepping to my side as I sat on the ground. He bend down, grabbing a big chunk of my hair, I whimpered, he ignored me and opened his free hand to the group of people around him.

“Pick someone.” He told me, I flinched, my hands behind my back moving uncomfortably at the feeling in my skull. I didn't understand what he was saying, looking around I had saw the dead bodies around the killers, some of them being pulled away into the vans we came in. Amongst the bodies, and tied up, bloodied survivors were the Autobots.

A skinny but toned dark-blue haired woman, beige skin with a blue hoodie. The one that was going to shoot me. She was staring at me with a death glare.

A muscular man with silver hair, scruffy white beard, olive colored skin and a green and white rain jacket, like he was a medic. He was helping to move bodies.

A tall, brute man with slicked-back silver and black hair, tanned skin and leather jacket with the collar pulled up. He seemed overly confident. He was whispering something to the female.

A lanky man with brushed back spiky white hair, pale skin and blue, stylish glasses. He was pushing around a bound man, testing him.

A beefy man with short black hair, big curly beard, walnut colored skin and dark jean jacket. He was messing with a gun.

And a shorter, but muscular man with a blonde mohawk, a small black beard, amber skin and yellow leather jacket. He was helping the medic-looking man to move bodies.

I looked around at them all, having no idea what I was choosing in the crowd of killers. The tall dark man pulled my hair up, making me look up to him. “You want to be spared, then pick someone.” His bright eyes dared mine, my cloudy tears slowed, thinking to myself that maybe if I chose someone, they would be the one to bring me back to civilization. I wanted nothing to do with the female, she would hurt me, I know she would. The medic seemed nice. The silver and black haired man seemed like a hassle. The guy with glasses was violent. The big guy was playing with a gun I'm not choosing him. The short man looked angered, he probably wasn't the best option either. The medic was probably my best option, he would know how to treat my wounds if I needed it, right?

“Well?” The man asked, making me look at the medic and say a very week and shaky, “Him.” He looked up and towards where I had, making a grin that made me feel uneasy. He let go of my hair roughly, I flinched but watched him start to walk over to where the silver-haired man was.

“BumbleBee.” He called out, making my ears perk, I wouldn't have thought that would be his name... But instead of the medic-man, came the man with the yellow jacket who was next to the medic. I cringed... Shit.

The tall dark man towered over the smaller tanned male, he seemed confused while the tall one discussed what I presumed was my fate. He looked at me, folding his brows before turning his attention back to the male before him.

Then here we are now. I had found out that they were not going to be taking me back to civilization, but were going to be “babysitting” for a while until this BumbleBee guy decides what to do with me. I had found out their names within the past 3 hours of being here. The terrifying woman's name was Arcee. The man with glasses was Jazz. The man with the gun was IronHide. The medic was Ratchet. The slicked-back hair man was CliffJumper. The dark giant was Optimus, and the small brute was BumbleBee.

Derek had managed to roll himself over onto his stomach, what I thought was him getting ready to sit up. I prayed he wasn't planning anything stupid, I prayed he wouldn't get anyone killed, or hell, get himself killed. I wasn't going to even dare to try and move, my back was pushed up against a old Camaro, my nails squeezing into my palms behind my back. My head was bent down, yet my eyes were peering up, scared someone might get hurt again. Derek was looking around, occasionally glancing at me and staring, like he was trying to send me a psychic message. I stared back, lifting my brows worryingly and swallowing hard.

The woman, Arcee was beside him, not paying any mind to him struggling to get comfortable on the gravel ground. The man that was beside me, BumbleBee, was doing something in the trunk of the car I was leaning on. Making a awful lot of noise for him being a mute... At least, I presumed he was a mute. He obviously used sign language, but I wasn't sure if he could hear or not. The woman talked to him normally, so perhaps he could read lips? Either way, he wasn't able to talk. But did I dare try and talk to him? I wanted to ask what was going to happen to me. That Optimus guy had hinted that he wanted to keep me as a... Pet... But he had also told me to choose someone. All of this was so confusing, and I doubted I would get much information from someone who can't talk to me.

“BumbleBee, Arcee-!” The man with glasses, Jazz, broke the spoken silence. His voice was deep, a thick accent that I couldn't put my finger on where he was from. The two others looked to him, Arcee doing a small walk towards the back of the Camaro, while BumbleBee still messed with something in the trunk.

“Did you get anything out the guy, Arcee?” Jazz asked, making me look in the direction of Derek. He was pushing himself up with his hands, trying to get onto his knees. Lucky him, at least he had access to his hands, I was stuck with them behind me. I switched my eyes between the dangerous group and back to Derek, worried he will get into trouble by moving, they might take it that he's trying to get away.

“I got his name, Derek. That's about it. He's tough, but if I can get some time alone with him, I'm sure he'll break.” Arcee told, leaning on one leg and glancing over her shoulder at the man. “Hey-! Dress shirt!” She yelled out to Derek. “Don't get too cocky, you hear me? You try anything and you're dead.” She threatened, but he didn't seem phased. I guess he knew they wanted information from him, and they wouldn't actually kill him because of it.

BumbleBee signed something to Jazz, him nodding and glancing at me from behind his glasses. “I could ask Optimus, kid. But at the moment I think you're stuck with her.” He replied, earning a rough head shake and eye roll of disapproval from the blonde male. They obviously were talking about me... It made me nervous. If this man didn't want to take care of me that bad, then lord knows how he would treat me in the long run.

“Bee, get over it already! Optimus did this with Ratchet a couple years ago, it's only for two years tops, then they probably get shot, or stabbed or some shit. If you're lucky, she'll get blown up on our mission to New York. Just get over it, sour puss... At least you get a person...” Arcee was frustrated, yet that didn't seem to help his anger. He signed something that Jazz thought was strange, scratching behind his head and lifting a confused hand.

“You don't have to go that far, kid. She's only 19, it's just a six year difference, so she's not that young. It's not like marrying a 17 year old, that would be weird.” Jazz tried to soothe, or at least what I assumed he was trying to do.

Marrying?

Did... Did they mean I was going to be marrying this man...? Like, legit marriage? Like rings, like kissing, like having children, marriage?

BumbleBee flung his arms back and forth, blatantly telling the silver-fox, “NO!”

“Would you get over it, already!” Arcee suddenly shouted, furious. She pushed the muscular man's shoulder, anger getting the best of her as she shook her head. He flipped her off, being obvious with his aggravation over the subject.

“Bee, take it up with Optimus, seriously. We can't do anything about it. He'll understand and you'll be rid of her, alright?” Jazz said, putting a caring hand onto the short brute's shoulder. BumbleBee nodded, and went back to what he was doing in the trunk.

Arcee shook her head on the way back to a motorcycle Derek was sitting in front of. She pushed his head, the abuse she was doing to him was starting to make him agitated, his hands turning into fists and shaking underneath the rope.

He looked like he was on the urge of exploding, I was getting more anxious. If something were to happen to him, then it would be just that much more dangerous for me. Looking around at the area around me, I saw only two other survivors, and they didn't look like they were going to be around for much longer. A redheaded man, one of his eyes was completely swollen shut, his arm snapped in half, and a ear ripped off. He was a bloody mess, his breathing slowing and slowing more each second, he was struggling to stay awake. And a man next to him, brunette, long shaggy hair, three of his fingers were gone, him cradling it and rocking back and forth. He wasn't going to last much longer, he was paler then a sheet of paper, blood obviously leaving his body at a alarming rate.

I wanted to get up and help them, I had little to no experience as a medic, the best I could do is clean them up. I could make a pressure bandage out of my shirt, maybe get them some water, or figure out somehow to stop the blood from escaping them so quickly before I get them to a hospital. But that was all theoretical. I doubted I'd even be able to stand up to get to them, let alone help them survive. It just hurt my heart to see them die right in front of me. 16 out of the 20 were killed, most died instantly, while the others suffered. Everything was becoming too much. I didn't even know their names. I was just dragged into this mess because I had worked with a deceased boss five years ago. I barely knew anything about the Autobots, let alone that they would be in the cabin. I only knew about it, my old boss told me he suspected they camped out there. It was all speculation. How did things escalate so quickly?

My body was starting to shake again, my face turning hot and red the longer I thought about these things. I was going to either be turned into a terrorist's wife, or I was going to die to this Optimus guy deciding I'm not worth the effort. I'm dead meat either way, I was going to die just like everyone else.

The tears going down my cheeks was like acid on my skin, the salt making my face raw and red. I tried to stop, I tried to wipe them away with my shirt on my shoulder, but it only hurt the more I tried. A lump was forming in my throat, making it impossible to swallow away the thick saliva sticking to my lips. I stared down at my lap, the liquid in my eyes clouding my vision immensely, it was impossible to calm down. The thoughts of death, sorrow, and loss fogged everything I saw, every time I tried to breathe into my lungs felt like I was breathing in fumes, the air in me going in and out so fast was taking a toll on my brain, making me see spots.

I couldn't help the inaudible words mumbling out my mouth, far past the land of making any sense at this point. I could feel the hands behind my back, the nails digging into my palms and blood peeking out the indentations. I clenched my jaw, the tense sensation like my teeth were on the urge of cracking. I was panicking more each second, my inaudible words forming into actual sentences. It caught the attention of Derek, his mouth opening slightly, getting ready to say something to me, but stopping as he tried to hear what I was doing.

The run-on sentences I was spewing out were going into deeper, darker territory.

Derek was getting concerned, hearing me speak like that was scaring him. “Hey, you're gonna need to calm down.” He said weakly, trying to tilt his head down so he could catch my sight. But I just stared directly in front of me, my mind betraying me as my words got louder by the second.

I felt my heart start to come up my throat, and before I knew it, I was screaming at the top of my lungs. I couldn't control myself.

Arcee came running over to me, BumbleBee alongside her as they both looked around like a chicken with it's head cut off. Arcee looked to Derek, who was just as confused as they were. Derek tried to shout out my name, telling me, “Calm down! We'll get out of this! Calm down! Please calm down!” He shouted, but that didn't seem to work.

BumbleBee was signing something to Arcee, she looked me over, like she was trying to find an off button. She searched everywhere around me, trying to find what triggered this sudden outburst and when she looked back to the male, he had heard enough. Bringing his fist up, he sucker punched me in the jaw.

I flung to the ground, my head hitting the gravel as ringing filled my ears. The pain did not hit me instantly, instead I stopped screaming. I stopped panicking. The ringing in my ears was deafening, yet I could hear my heart beat pounding, and my softened breathing. It was like the world around me muffled, my sight had been taken, it sluggishly coming back to me as I lay there in silence. The look of the ground around me, my hair covering part of my sight, and Derek staring with a petrified expression. I blinked...

One. I saw the world around me, the blurriness around the edges like I was looking through squinted, lidded eyes.

Two. The ringing was starting to slow, the muffled voice of Derek cussing out the yellow-jacketed man was heard over it.

Three. The pain in my head was hitting my forehead, like a small, but noticeable, headache.

Four. I could taste blood, my senses coming back.

Five. Everything was hurting, my head having an intense rush like I had slammed it against a brick wall. The ringing was gone, I could hear Derek fully now.

Six. The taste of blood was 100% noticeable. I had bitten my tongue.

Seven. Taking in a proper breath as I lifted my head gently off the ground to look around.

BumbleBee was rubbing his knuckles, what I presumed was him hurting himself when he hit me. Arcee was in front of Derek, me looking just in time to see her knee him in the face. His head flung backwards, but he came right back and said a daring, “That all you got shit lips!”

“You want more?!” She screamed back, punching him in the nose as he fell onto his back. But he was resilient, getting straight back into the fight as he rolled over onto his side to push himself up onto his elbows.

“No...” I groaned, pushing myself onto my stomach. I struggled, trying to not take the two fighting out of my sight. But my body was yelling at me to sit still. I tried to pull my knees to my chest to sit up on them, but before I could completely do it, two hands lifted my body off the ground. I whimpered, moving uncomfortably as I started to squirm when I saw that it was BumbleBee.

“No- Don't hurt him!” I shouted, now resisting fully as I moved every inch of me. He slammed my body onto the hood of the Camaro, my face smudging onto it. I squirmed underneath him, he grabbed my arms and pushed them further up my back, making me cry out and scream out for help. He grabbed my hair and pulled back my head, slamming it into the car and giving me whiplash. I tossed and turned every way possible, and when he couldn't get me to stop, he flipped me on my back. I kicked at him, fear spiking me and sending a hotness into my blood. He grabbed my legs, forcing them down and barging a knee in between them. He leaned on top of me, gripping my shoulders and pinning me to the hood of the car. I began to scream, twisting and turning, trying to get up to help Derek, or at least get out of this man's grip. He used his left elbow to lean on top of my shoulders, while using his free hand to snatch my chin with strong, rough fingers.

He forced me to look at him, his narrowed brows and glowing blue eyes daring my next move. I stopped struggling, out of breath as I felt my heart sink at his glare. I closed my mouth, not wanting to move as he held me there. I felt him grip onto my shoulder with his hand, the pressure sending me as I tried to slowly move up the car's hood and maybe get out his grip. The tension between us was suffocating, constricting my throat and tightening around my chest as I realized that... If I did get out of his grip, he'd catch me instantly. So I swallowed, letting my body relax and backing down, I dropped my legs and sat still. He watched my every move, a death stare into my eyes as I tried my best to keep his gaze.

“BumbleBee, Arcee!” A deep, rasp and demanding voice broke the silent stare down between us. The male retracted off of me, almost making me fall off the hood before I caught myself with my footing. My back hunched over instinctively, taking as many steps away from the brute man as possible. Optimus came storming over to Arcee first. “I did not tell you to beat the man, I told you get information from him!” He barked at the woman. BumbleBee noticed how far I was getting from him and pointed at me, then to the ground next to him. I shook my head but whimpered at he marched towards me.

Arcee flinched at his tone, shaking her head and pointing to the beaten, bloodied man below her. “He was cursing out Bee! Bee punched the girl because she was screaming-”

“He did WHAT?” Optimus turned from the woman in front of him then turned to BumbleBee... Who was picking me up by my shirt and threatening me with his glare. He looked over to Optimus and when he saw his expression, he dropped me and put up his hands defensively, signing an array of things to the dark male.

“You, sit with him.” Optimus pointed to me, then pointed to Derek. I nodded rapidly and speed-walked over to Derek, carefully sitting myself next to him and putting my head down, looking over the beaten male worryingly.

“You two, come with me.” He ordered Arcee and BumbleBee with him. He began to walk in the direction the vans were, telling a quick, “Watch them.” To Jazz. The shaded man nodded and did a quick jog over to us, scratched the back of his head then looked around, deciding it was best if he just leaned on the Camaro, awkwardly bringing out his phone and whistling an unknown tune.

A silence filled the air, taking a fearful glance at the three threatening people across the driveway. I swallowed, trying to catch my breath without getting into another hyperventilation moment.

“Are you okay...?” I asked, my voice but a mere whisper as I looked Derek over properly. His entire face was completely fucked up... His nose was broken, the middle of the bridge lopsided and blood seeping out of his nostrils. His right eye was a fresh dark purple, red spots splotching it and it swollen so big, I would be surprised if he didn't go blind. His forehead was bleeding, or what looked like the top of his head was. His top lip was busted, a big scratch going down the side... And not a single part of him didn't have a deep and dark red liquid on it.

“Could be better.” He said, followed by a loud and painful cough. I cringed at his pain, fear spiking in me that he is permanently damaged.

“I'm sorry, this is all my fault...” I looked down at my lap, moving my bound hands uncomfortably behind me.

“Don't you dare, okay? You had nothing to do with any of this.” He tried to comfort, but I didn't believe him.

“I lead us all here, I killed all the others, I freaked out and almost got you killed, I-I somehow managed to sell myself to these people! None of you were suppose to die in this...! I just wanted to get street cred... I was the one suppose to die...” I admitted.

He brought a worried hand on my knee, holding it and looking down at me with his good eye. I couldn't keep his gaze, if I didn't cry enough today, then I would be bawling right now.

“I'm okay. You're okay. We will get through this. Together.”