#perceptor // crack

[starbotstudio]

Doodles 👍

[transingthoseformers]

I love the idea of Prowl having coniptions because Megatron's the Uncle/Godparent to his grand baby. The Constructicons are pointing out that anything that so much as look at the kid hostility is "gonna get slaged by the Slag Maker. Assuming the parents don't have it handled of course. Or we dont. Or the other Wreckers dont get there first." The last part was added when Drift, Perceptor, and Whirl gave them the side eye.

Thought three primes in one place might break/overload the Memory Cuse on Rung. The LL baby boom/Love Boat effect is because Rung is in proximity to the Prime that was the closest match to the Matrix. Puting him in proximity with Sent and OP just let his divine self fix things. But proximity to Prime(s) plus Primus equals baby boom.

Primus/Rung wants his children to be happy and fruitful. Rung had been so happy and excited about the baby boom then click. He rememberes. Actually everyone remembers him now all over the universe. Tyrest has an existential meltdown and follows Rung around like a lost puppy.

Sent has to have a lie down and a cry. His god just flat out told him everything Sent was taught about religion was a damn lie and Optimus and fragging Rodimus were practioners of the true way. Rung is there with tissues giving a "I'm deeply unhappy witn your actions but I believe you can do and be better," talk that puts Optimus's "I'm not mad, just disappointed," lecture to shame.

He's having so many strong opinions about this and the constructicons keep pointing out why Megs being the godparent is a good thing

That kid is gonna be so well protected it's insane

Sdfhjk

Okay okay but that's an interesting explanation which makes me wonder if creation is the true purpose of the Matrices

WaIT THIS IS STILL PART OF THE GETSENT AU ISN'T IT

Aww yes

Rung has been kinda sorta repaired

I am remembering Cuppajj's one au that exactly had that, Tyrest following Rung around everywhere which I think will be good for Tyrest, that mans needs some help and we can help him with a little bit of metaphorical elbow grease

Ohhh Sentinel.

🎶Rodimus and Optimus were right🎶

ohhh Rung yes yes yes yes yes

Rung's right in this case.

[bad-tf-fic-ideas]

(302) Today's fic idea is about highly inadvisable science, and the very great lengths Brainstorm will go to in order to do it. And also about monster romance, probably.

The medical team aboard the Lost Light are unable to completely cure the afflicted crew of sparkeater-itis. That means that, instead, they must all learn to live with each other anew — even if some of them now have strange, savage habits and a spark-deep longing to crack their own crewmates open and chow down on their insides like some kind of costly shellfish delicacy. Yikes.

In light of all this, Brainstorm is just dying to run some tests on Perceptor, who is one of the few afflicted crew members who has the discipline to be allowed supervised visitors. But Perceptor himself is a barrier, believing that every one of Brainstorm's proposed tests is too dangerous for some reason or other, which Brainstorm, rightly or wrongly, attributes to misplaced guilt over that whole acid-vomit thing.

("Of course," Perceptor says flatly, "you would be the only person on this ship who elects to be confined in a room with something that tried to kill you."

"Pfff. You're being dramatic. Megatron isn't even here right now!")

[ppnuggie]

can you do a haedcanon of a fem human just drinking SO MUCH COFFEE like cup after cup an she is litery shaking in her seat her entire body is like a maraca an she she swerves bar so can u do headcanons for this for first aid, perceptor, brainstorm, chromdome an cyclones just teacting to this madness

　　　　　　LOST LIGHT x fem reader

　　　　『　first aid ,, brainstorm ,, perceptor ,, chromedome ,, cyclonus ,, female reader 』

　　-> reader who drinks too much coffee and gets really hyper

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack ,, magnus is forever suffering

　　— here you go !! :3 tysm for requesting !! tried to make it funny 🫡 hope you enjoy it <3 i loved writing this one but be warned as i dont drink coffee nor rlly know much for the side effects or smt from drinking it 😭😭 even though im literally working at dunkin rn and they only rlly got coffee

- first aid

| • he'd be worried at first with the amount of coffee you've consumed ,, having learned about humans and other things concerning them incase of an emergency

| • in this case ,, itd seem the knowledge he learned wasnt too helpful

| • bouncing all around the medbay and just hyper in general was quite a pain for first aid to deal with

| • but he didnt want to be too rude to you ,, and gently coaxed you into spending all that energy of yours running laps around the edge of the medlab where you wouldnt get too hurt

| • though when you finally wear it off ,, he'll be quick to scold you ,, holding his digit in front of your face and waving it side to side in a 'no no' motion before taking you to his habsuite and laying you down for a nap

- brainstorm

| • he honestly doesnt know better okay ? you could tell him anything and suddenly he wants to put it to the test

| • so when you said you could drink a bunch of cups of coffee and wouldnt bat an eye ,, he was immediately like bet and then that led to the current situation

| • perceptor is facepalming and immediately making brainstorm take blame for encouraging you to do this ,, because now theres a hyperactive human running around the lab

| • i mean you're practically flying around with how much coffee youve drank ,, hell you could probably beat blurr in a race

| • official you wouldnt say that out loud because lord knows some of his fans to be a bit crazy and would immediately be on your case saying "no you wouldn't !!" and maybe a few death threats involved as well

| • dont mention it in front of brainstorm either because hes already calling blurr to set you up for a race

| • hes no help ,, dont ever tell him your ideas or encourage his crazy ideas unless you wanna end up in magnus's office ,, having him scold you like a dad does to their child who drew on the walls and is trying not to laugh at the situation

- perceptor

| • thanks to brainstorm ,, you chugged too much coffee than your body ever really needed ,, and with perceptor as your not-so-official-but-official-in-his-mind-protector-slash-guardian-slash-alien-robot-boyfriend-slash-fun-killer he just sighs and takes you out the lab

| • he doesnt have the patience to deal with any acidic spills from you bouncing off the walls left and right

| • nor does he really need you getting hurt in any way shape or form

| • lets just say its an awkward trip to the medbay to see if ratchet has anything to help with your situation

| • and when he comes up empty handed ,, percy resorts to scolding you whilst the caffeine starts to wear off

| • it taught you better than to listen to brainstorm again because bro was yapping at 100 words per minute you swore he couldve talked faster than blurr at that point

| • bro was an absolute chatterbox just yapping and yapping that you fell asleep

| • never again would you do that ,, or think about doing that because the headache afterwards when you woke up was so not worth it

- chromedome

| • he also doesnt know any better ,, but he's definitely more responsible than brainstorm is

| • he'd know to at least keep a lot of caffeine or high sugar products out of your reach ,, just hiding it on your top shelves or above your cabinets like parents do with their kids' halloween candy

| • though when you accidentally made too much coffee ,, and didnt really feel like wasting it ,, you drank it all in one go ,, or well multiple big ass gulps

| • and then rewind walks in on the scene and sees how hyper you are and is honestly thinking youre sick with some make-a-person-crazy-illness-virus-disease-thing that he swears is somewhere in his database

| • and now chromedome has to play dad and parent you the whole time

| • bro probably put your ass on a leash ,, locking it in so the rope only goes so far and just stands there as you run around

| • this is what he gets ,, he thinks to himself ,, its the last time hes putting something so low in your reach again

| • at this point ,, hes just gonna store all your unhealthy and junk food away in a desk in his habsuite

| • he'll leave you fruit and vegetables but if you want coffee ever again youre gonna have to behave really good to get it

| • and its only a spoonful ,, as a little treat

- cyclonus

| • so you just trying to show and answer tailgates crazy ass questions that youre not even sure where he got them from

| • he probably got them from his ass at this point ,, asking if the coffee gives you super powers and you have to explain thats not true before he spreads lies around

| • and if that happened ,, you shivered at the thought of magnus banning your coffee aboard the lost light

| • that was pure trauma to even think about right there

| • anyways you made too much ,, and instead of storing it away or pouring it down the drain ,, tailgate dared you to drink it all

| • and well ,, momma aint raise no pussy but she did raise someone who makes bad decisions

| • because the moment you get your spurge of energy tailgate runs to cyclonus and tells him all about it

| • bros going on and on about how youve lost your mind and he thinks youre gonna die and cyclonus had like 600 heart attacks right then and there

| • he busts in like hes the damn swat team ,, door kicked down and pieces of it flying everywhere as you're running around like a wild banshee

| • he's looking for the demon and meanwhile youre out here acting like a damn demon ,, almost frothing at the mouth from how insane you are from the coffee

| • lets just say it makes magnus ban tailgate from ever daring you to do anything ,, bans you from having your coffee ,, and bans cyclonus for ever kicking down a door like that ever again because it was so unnecessary

[cozzzynook]

Imagine cyberverse visiting tfa, and Perceptor's trying to talk some sense into the Elite Guard when Sentinel implies he's useless because he's blind. It takes all of Hot Rod to not blow up in his face because he doesn't want to get Optimus's crew in more trouble, but he does give Sentinel the roasting of a lifetime. Right in front of everybody, including the Magnus. What's their response to this?

Being honest & also because i’m tired lol, i think they’d all be shocked but Ratchet is visibly happy and the first to smile and say “atta mech,” and pat Hot rod on the back.

Magnus … would tell every bot to get back to business and tell Sentinel to tone it down because even he knows Sentinel is an aft & needs to be taken down several pegs.

Optimus is mirthful but trying to be a leader while Bee is cheering and cracking jokes while Bulkhead is saying, “he had it coming,” and Prowl is definitely smirking.

I’d say it gets revealed right after that, that Perceptor is Hot rod’s carrier and then it has a whole new meaning to Hot rod being angry and Ultra Magnus pulls Sentinel to the side for a good digging in because it could’ve gone a lot worse.

Hot rod makes it very clear Sentinel steps up to his creator and he will incinerate him leaving behind that chin of his.

Percy is a proud carrier lol

[wifetomegatron]

this is a half-baked drabble and if i wasn't so burnout from university i would actually have the strength to write something of substance on the topic. but just imagine the lost light having a temporary replacement for the human liaison — who is on a much-needed shore leave — and its the teenage girl they (the liason) have mentored back on earth (considering that there is an academy/institution to train members diplomats working on behalf of the council of worlds ).

clever, overachieving and uptight she had just turned twenty and is currently the youngest intergalactic diplomat from earth. and the council decided to put her under the care of rodimus and co. can you even imagine the chaos?

on the first day, the captain had backflipped into the bridge to kick start her orientation, not expecting the girl to look at him with a brow raised: unimpressed if not appalled by the lack of professionalism. his disappointment was enough to make half the ship erupt in laughter, and ever since then, it had become rodimus' mission to win her over. ( it was also the day the influx of betting began.)

megatron was somewhat impressed at her passivity towards him —her courage borders closer to disinterest, the same way she regards everything outside of her work — if not a little insulted. she doesn't seem to care if she was talking to the mech who wanted to blow up her planet only half a decade ago. as long as he signs the forms to gainher to access the ship's database, he was just another walking, talking authorisation code.

the common opinion was that minimus would be pleased by her diligent work ethic if he wasn't somewhat concerned, and that was rare, coming from him — he sees a lot of himself in her. in a way, she wore her own magnus armor: the cold, serious exterior was evidently a way for her to hide the crippling fear of never being able to measure up. (she fumbles her fingers together in worry and taps her feet against the tables when she thinks no one is looking.)

confident and very much vain, she would always get into heated debates with perceptor. brainstorm enjoys the challenge, finding it amusing how she always ends up storming out of the lab with both arms crossed. the ambitious, know-it-all would always find a way to stubbornly have the final word, even if it meant dragging the argument for weeks on end. which was the birth of the iconic three-month debate that only ended because megatron had to intervene. 

the first ones to truly see her, beneath the cracks and past her line of defenses, were the medics. ratchet knows deep down, underneath the pompous, snobby exterior, she's just afraid. she's afraid of the responsibility shoved into her arms and the burden of representing an entire planet. velocity is in charge of her monthly checkups and she strongly advises against the levels of paracetamol she's taking: knowing that the only solution against the ever-present migraines was for her to unclench her jaws and stop working. and yet the girl is always hunched over the table, typing, writing, studying — first aid doesn't have the slightest clue about coffee and its significance on the human body other than that it keeps them awake. but he knows drinking over five cups a day can't possibly be healthy. 

her prodigious intellect had unknowingly dragged in the interest of prowl — who, for his own opportunistic goals — had offered to mentor her before her arrival aboard the ship. the former autobot prosecutor had used his title during megatron's title to declare himself sufficiently reliable in teaching cybertronian law to her, claiming to be more dependable than even minimus. they had handed her away to him too quickly, without ever remembering that this was the same ruthless mech whose borderline-cruel reputation proceeded him. and so when he called her incompetent over the phone for a single, silly typo, she had burst into tears. pushing past the med bay doors to cry above ratchet's servos.

she cried and cried and cried, and suddenly everyone remembers the fact that she is a child — no more than twenty, which is barely half a lifespan and less than a minute for these titans — held together by the expensive frills of her clothes to hide that they were the only thing holding her together. without her facade, she is lonely and empty, drained to the bone even if the tears don't stop.

ever since then, rodimus had switched his goals up a little, trading it for the ingenious plan to give her the big, stress-free, holiday she'd been too afraid to even dream about. they go on leave for strange, exotic new planets where she can play poker with brainstorm and perceptor instead of arguing about who's smarter. where nautica and riptide help her learn how to surf — the brainiac had mastered it in less than an hour and rodimus being jealous was an understatement. he ignored ratchet's remark on how he was even too heavy to stay afloat on water to begin with. chromedome and rewind takes turn in blocking prowl's attempts at calling her when she's relaxing, going as far as to even 'accidentally' toss the her phone out of airlock. she wasn't very pleased by swerve is doing an excellent job at distracting her with his jokes. even cyclonus was part of the plan, going as far as to teach her how to meditate.

it was working : velocity announces that her weight was back to normal. she starts to laugh more, no longer bothered by the loudness of her joy. the colour returning to her cheeks.

movie nights with tailgate became a weekly routine, and now and then, bots would bend down to ask the tiny human if she had drank water, stretched, or even slept. flustered by the oncoming attention, she was almost overwhelmed when whirl had appeared in the hallways to chase her down with her waterbottle — yelling about how she still had to finish it before the day ended. 

[riderkaitlyn5]

Ehehehehe my first transformers fic... and it's for tfa and idw, both of which I've never watched or read. But enjoy this BlitzBee tfa/idw crossover fic I'll never expand upon 😎

Summary:

After years of living in this new universe with his conjunx, Blitzwing, Bumblebee didn't think he'd ever see his old team again

Oh how wrong he was

Well, things just got really complicated

Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One), Transformers Animated (2007)

Relationships: Blitzwing/Bumblebee (Transformers), Brainstorm/Perceptor (Transformers)

Characters: Bumblebee (Transformers), Blitzwing (Transformers), Optimus Prime, Ratchet (Transformers), Bulkhead (Transformers), Prowl (Transformers), Sari Sumdac, Brainstorm (Transformers), Perceptor (Transformers)

Additional Tags: Crack, Angst, sorta, i find it extremely hilarious that my very first tf fanfic is for two tf media's i've never consumed, which honestly seems on par for me, No Beta we die like Prowl, also can someone explain why i kept writing this at ungodly hours?, those lawless hours took any semblance of coherency from this fic 😔, and if you see something that isn't canon... no you didn't, enjoy bee making out with blitz to piss off ratchet btw, BAMF Bumblebee, also please read the authors note or you're going to be so confused

[deliriousbug]

Slight SLIGHT crack hear canons for IDW (LL for most if the bots) ‘reacting’ to their s/o basically being idws Jessica Rabbit?

Bots: Prowl! Optimus, Perceptor, and ratchet?

Just like, this hella attractive but clever mech being the hottest thing since the big bang

Prowl: Bots ask him all the time how he managed to get someone like you to love him. Honestly, even he isn’t sure. But, by Primus, does he love you dearly. He still gets jealous when literally everyone stares at you so openly, but you love to quell his jealousy with a passionate kiss that leaves him more embarrassed than anything. You always seem to know how to remind him of where he stands in your eyes. 

Optimus: Once he figures out that he can literally encircle your entire waist with one servo, he never stops doing it. If you are next to him, that’s exactly where his hand will be. He finds the duality of your nearly biologically unconfounded frame and your spitfire, quick witted nature to be the balm to his war weary spark. 

Perceptor: He may or may not have done studies on the size and placement of your internal components. That was before you started dating. He still doesn’t understand it. He likes to rub your waist in idle moments, like he’s still trying to figure it out. You tease him and say you’re just a freak of nature because he reacts the same every time. By pulling you close and vehemently disagreeing, even though he knows you’re messing with him. 

Ratchet: Although he refers to you as both the bane and joy of his existence, he’s not sure he could function a day without you. Of course, to anyone who asks, he blames that on his frail old spark. He loves you endlessly, but that doesn’t stop him from doubting why you would choose him. An otherworldly attractive bot and you settled for a slowly malfunctioning old rust bucket of a medic? It’s unheard of. After extensive reassuring, he begrudgingly accepts that you love him regardless. Constantly likes to boast that he can hold his whole world in one servo. 

[thestitchesart-chive]

They’re Not Cybertronian

It had been a joint effort between Arcee and Ultra Magnus to catch that Sweep, yet still a leviathan task- one where all the stars had aligned closely enough to finally subdue one of Scourge’s elusive huntsmen. For the rather clumsy, bumbling things they were, they were still far stronger (and far faster…) than they looked, and their numbers gave them a scary amount of strength. This one simply hadn’t been fast enough to rejoin the group.

It had also been very damaged in the fight, Magnus noted- it was a miracle it was even able to walk, with one of its wings barely hanging on by a few wires and deep lacerations and laser burns crosshatched across cracked blue plating. First Aid had nearly flipped his lid when they dragged it back to HQ- no Cybertronian should have to sit in a cell with such life-threatening wounds. Especially when there was almost no energon seeping out of any of those broken panels- a telltale sign of energon depletion. Despite Rodimus’s insistence, he and Perceptor had managed to make their claim on the Sweep, citing both Cybertronian war convention and repair for the sake of research as their excuse- maybe they could open this specimen up and figure out the secret to the mysterious strength of the Sweeps and those that they answered to.

But repair, as they found out, would not be any easy task- even in this state, the Sweep struggled and fought back against intubation- and only fell into stasis when Perceptor managed to wrangle a cord into it containing the strongest of cybersedatives.

That should’ve been a red flag- but Perceptor had chalked it up to the energon depletion, and curiosity had gotten the better of them already. First Aid took the lead in hooking the Sweep up to an energon drip, as Perceptor started removing pieces of the damaged abdominal plating, placing some of the more intact pieces on trays for further study.

They had no intent on fixing the Sweep’s external armor plates- no point in repairing the enemy more than what was vital- but there was massive internal damage that would need to be fixed if they wanted to see the Sweep survive the night. Once most of the armor plates were stripped, First Aid finally had his first look at the interior wiring of the subject, and his vents stopped in their tracks as he took it all in.

First Aid had been a medic for a long, long time now- he’d repaired hundreds of frames, opened up dozens of his compatriots- and even operated on Decepticon bodies, too. One could say he knew the anatomy of a Cybertronian like the back of his hand. But as he peered into the leaking, exposed innards of the Sweep on the table, for the first time since his Academy years, he couldn’t comprehend any of it.

The discrepancies in anatomy could not be attributed to the manufacturing differences of a Decepticon frame. In fact, the body did not look Cybertronian in origin at all- the thing on the table had no fuel tank, but four energon pumps- its spark casing was two times too big and had too many cables, and in three separate places, he found pistons that seemed to pump into nothing at all. Half of the vital Cybertronian circuits and parts were missing outright, or in wildly erroneous places- and that was all of the parts he understood.

In place of necessary components lay components completely alien to him, all whirring and ticking angrily as he tried to wrap his processor around what he was seeing. He found a leak in one of what might’ve been a main fuel line- instead of leaking pink, it dribbled an iridescent blackish-purple fluid. He tried to collect a sample of it, and the pipette disintegrated in contact with the substance.

Whatever was lying on his table was not Cybertronian, no matter what the frame it wore. It was more of a mockery of the mechanical body- like a freshly-minted medical student had taken access to loose parts and tried to play Primus with the Cybertronian frame. And the worst part was, they had succeeded. Despite all of the inconsistencies and incorrectly-placed parts, the resulting monstrosity was stronger, it was faster, and it was laying on the table before them.

And this was one of the weak ones. One of the hunters that served under Scourge, and under Cyclonus and Galvatron…

“Perceptor?” First Aid asked, venting slowly as he discarded the useless pipette. “What do we know about the manufacturer of the Sweeps?”

Perceptor didn’t answer First Aid at first. He was too focused on another part of the machinery- a deep laceration that had cleaved through the Sweep’s abdominal wiring. When he had looked at it pre-operation, it had been almost as long as his hand- now, as he’d measured it, it had shrunk by almost a fingertip.

He transformed into his alt mode, landing in microscope form on the operating table just next to the damaged area, and zoomed in- just to meet the same horror First Aid had discovered.

At the microscopic level at the very edge of the wound was a thin, blackish-purple lining- slowly creeping forward, filling empty space- and leaving healthy living-metal in its wake. The Sweep was regenerating its wounds just like an organic tumor, creeping forth and spreading its darkness, just like…

First Aid’s query rang in his audials. He transformed back, the energon churning in his fuel tank.

“They were first seen with the world-eater, Unicron.” He said gravely. “Along with the new warlord- Galvatron.”

There was a moment of dreadful silence as the two basked in their revelation, in the presence of a threat that was not even their own kind.

“Oh, Primus. Oh, Primus save us.” First Aid was the first to break the silence, burying his helm in his hands. “What do we tell Rodimus?”

[skylarkking]

"One in the Same"

A Blitzwing x Mech!Reader Fanfic

Word Count: 2k+

Prologue: Creation

“Percy, are you sure this is a good idea?” Wheeljack asked as his fellow scientist tapped away at one of the workstations. “I mean, wouldn't this be safer if we used a blank protoform?”

“The number of blank protoforms are dwindling rapidly.” Perceptor said. “To use one in this experiment would risk losing it. The cadaver Ultra Magnus has provided us will do.”

Wheeljack turned to look at the cadaver in question, an unassuming looking bot with a strangely peaceful face as his form floated in the amber fluid filled test tube. His optics were closed as if he were in stasis, when in actuality, his spark was snuffed. Attached to his back like great wings were hundreds of cables, sensors, and wires, giving him an extremely alien look. 

“Who was he anyway?” Wheeljack asked.

“No one knows,” Perceptor said. “His frame was found lying in an alleyway. No identifying marks or even a serial number. A no one.”

“Weird.” Wheeljack said. 

“It is indeed unusual. But let's not lose focus.” The pair of bots retreated away from the test tube and into a sort of safe room, Perceptor entering a few equations into the console and grabbing ahold a lever. “Initiating data transfer and power sequence.” 

The scientist pulled the lever, and a shock of electricity ran through the cables attached to the cadaver's frame. His frame jolted and kicked wildly as it thrashed about, bubbles forming within the amber liquid with each convulsion. His chassis heaved as helicopter blades erupted from the protoform along with other attributes associated with flyers. His chassis heaved as if a gasp were taken, a spark igniting within the core. My spark. 

Alarms blared, and lights flashed all around, my optics snapping open as I tried to scream. The sound would be muffled by the fluid, and there were only two things I felt at that moment. Pain, and fear.

“SHUT IT DOWN!” I heard a voice shout, terrifying me further as I writhed in the tube, my razor-sharp digits clawing at the glass before curling into a fist and smashing into it. Cracks formed in the glass with each strike until it shattered, the shards and liquid pouring out of the tube and onto the pale metallic floor along with my frame.

“CODE RED IN LAB! LOCK EVERYTHING DOWN!” Wheeljack cried out. My optics darted to the scientists, and I shrieked in fear as they ran to pin me down. I managed to roll out of the way and rip the cables and sensors off of me, my frame shakily rising and making a run for it. 

Doors began to close, and the alarms blared even louder than before. Bots with weapons swarmed the halls, chasing me as I ran. I let out a shrieking whir when one of the halls I was going to run through was blocked by one of the bots. My pedes skidded to a halt, and I tried to go back, but that way was also blocked.

I was trapped.

“Perceptor. Wheeljack. We have it cornered.” One of the bots said as he aimed a weapon at me.

I screamed and instinctively slashed my claw like digits at the bot. The claws dug deep enough to cause him to leak trails of energon, and the bot hissed in pain. This caused him to drop his weapon and back off. I grabbed it and shakily pointed it at him, more bots flooding the halls with weapons drawn.

“He's got a blaster!” One of the guards yelled. In a panic, I pointed it between the two groups of armed bots, the blades on my back shaking and trembling with terror. 

“What's all the noise?” A grouchy sounding voice yelled, catching my attention. My optics flicked to the source, and I saw a cranky looking medic with a white and red paint job shoving his way past the armed bots.

“Ratchet, stay back.” One of the bots said. “It's dangerous!” 

The medic glanced over to me and saw I was absolutely terrified. On occasion, my optics would flick between violet, orange, and blue coloration. I was leaking energon and heavily venting as I struggled to focus on the multitude of bots.

“Hey kid.” Ratchet said softly, my optics darting to him with fear. “You're scared, aren't you?”

“Ratchet don't try to reason with it.” The bot said. “It attacked one of us.”

“S…. Scared.” I managed to say, my voice cracking and fritzing with static.

“I would be too.” Ratchet said calmly. “Can you give me the blaster?” 

“NO!” I panicked as I pointed it to the other armed bots. “No no!”

“Lower your weapons.” Ratchet ordered the bots.

“Are you crazy?!” One of them snapped.

“I said lower them dammit! He's scared enough as it is!” One by one, the armed bots lowered their weapons, Ratchet holding out his servo to me. “Give me the blaster kid.”

“Wh… why?” I asked.

“You're hurt and scared. I want to help you. But first you have to give me the blaster.” 

My optics glanced at the other bots, and with slow and calculated steps, I approached the medic and handed him the blaster. Ratchet took it and handed it to the injured bot before returning his attention to me.

Ratchet motioned for me to take a seat, and hesitantly, I did. I felt fatigue wash over me while the medic worked on welding my injuries, the slight sting and hot hiss of metal filling my senses, and seeming to drown out all other sounds.

“There.” Ratchet said as he inspected his work. “Good as new.”

“Ratchet!” Wheeljack called as he and Perceptor came running through the group of bots. I immediately stood and shielded the medic from the two scientists, my optics switching to violet as I growled like an angry beast at them.

“Hey hey its okay.” Ratchet said. “they're friends.”

“f… friends?” I questioned, the color of my optics flicking back to blue.

“Yeah kid. Their friends.” I lowered my guard and shrunk back behind the medic like a scared sparkling. Due to my height, the medic shielded me quite well from view. 

“Perceptor!” The bot I had injured snapped at the scientist. “You and Wheeljack need to terminate that thing! It could have killed me!”

“Sir, it only scratched you a little.” Another bot commented. “I mean, it already stopped leaking.”

“Shut it!” The bot snapped. “It had my blaster in its servos and was going to kill us!”

“Because you cornered him with weapons drawn!” Ratchet argued. 

“S-scared.” I whispered, and I shrank even further behind Ratchet. Ratchet turned and placed a protective but gentle servo on my back in a silent form of reassurance. 

“The subject currently has the mental maturity of a sparkling.” Perceptor said. “It was logical for it to react the way it did.”

“Logical? You call clawing at me and grabbing my blaster logical?!” The bot argued.

“Loud!” I whimpered as I covered my audials and vented rapidly.

“Hey hey hey its okay.” Ratchet said softly as he tried to calm me down. 

“Ratchet, do you think you can get the subject back to the lab?” Perceptor asked. “We will take care of this.”

“Yeah, sure.” Ratchet said. The medic motioned for me to follow, and I anxiously did, the group of bots parting and allowing us to pass. I could feel their optics fixate onto me, and my own flicked to orange as intrusive and impulsive thoughts raged around. But I didn't do any of them despite wanting to so badly. 

We eventually returned to the lab where maintenance drones were cleaning up the mess I had made, my orange optics landing on a shard of glass that looked a lot like a dagger.

I giggled and went to reach for it when Ratchet slapped my servo away, snapping me out of my Mania and back to a Lucid state.

“Don't touch that kid.” Ratchet said. “It could hurt you.” 

“Sorry.” I meekly apologized. Ratchet sighed and motioned for me to sit on an examination table, to which I curiously complied. 

“Kid, I'm going to run diagnostics on you, okay? It will feel weird, but it will help me help you.” Ratchet said as he pulled out a diagnostic cable from his toolkit. 

“No thank you!” I whimpered when I saw the probe.

“Hey hey its okay.” Ratchet said. “It's not sharp, see?” He gently let me touch the tip of the probe, and, as he said, it was dull just like an audio jack. “This will click into place right here.” Ratchet demonstrated the probe by inserting it in a port on the side of his helm. “See? It doesn't hurt at all.” He unplugged the cable and gave me a small smile. “Will you let me run the diagnostic now that you know it won't hurt?”

I hesitated a moment but nodded meekly. Ratchet inserted the probe into the side of my helm, and to me, it tickled. I giggled a little before freezing up when I saw the two scientists re-enter the lab with a tall, bulky blue mech weilding a massive warhammer. I made anxious whining noises, and my optics flicked between the scientists and the new bot.

“Whatcha doing there, Ratch?” Wheeljack asked.

“Running a diagnostic on him.” Ratchet said before turning his attention to me. “Okay, we're all done. I'm gonna take the probe out now.” I nodded and allowed the medic to disconnect the diagnostic probe. The sensation of it being pulled out was less that savory. “Good job, kid.” Ratchet said. 

“Ratchet.” The new mech said, his voice mildly frightening me. Ratchet turned around and finally noticed, his own frame stiffening a little.

The sight of him being distressed triggered my Wrath state. My optics flicked to Violet, and I hopped off the examination table with servos balled into fists that were ready to defend the medic.

“Kid it's okay.” Ratchet said calmly, snapping me right out of my Wrath. “That's just Ultra Magnus. He won't hurt anyone.” I glanced at the Magnus and then back at Ratchet before lowering my fists. Ratchet ushered me to a spot and was quietly talking to me like a sire to a sparkling while the trio watched with interest.

“Perceptor. Wheeljack.” The Magnus said. “What exactly is this?” The pair of scientists looked at each other, clearly not sure what to say.

“We… don't know.” Wheeljack admitted. “We were attempting the conversion project on a cadaver and BAM! All Pits broke loose.”

“By all calculations, the cadaver should have been converted without igniting a spark.” Perceptor added. “Yet somehow one did.”

“It's clearly unstable.” Wheeljack said. “I mean, it attacked the guard captain, uh, what's his face?”

“Sunstreaker?” Perceptor said.

“Ah scrud I don't know.” Wheeljack shrugged. “Regardless, the subject has shown to be unstable mentally.”

The groups attention was drawn back to Ratchet when they heard a quiet yawn leave me, the trio watching as I rubbed my optics like a sleepy sparkling. 

“Tired kid?” Ratchet asked, to which I nodded. “Yeah I bet. You had a huge first day of being online. Anyone would be tuckered out.” 

“Ratchet, a word, please.” Ultra Magnus said.

“Wait here, I'll be right back.” The medic said. I nodded and leaned into the wall before slowly dozing off while Ratchet and the others huddled together. 

“Ratchet, what did your diagnostics say?” Perceptor asked.

“Poor kid essentially has 3 states of mind that are connected to 3 forms.” Ratchet said. “Explosive anger is connected to his ground mode, intense Mania connected to his flight mode, and Lucid is connected with his bot mode.”

“3 forms in one frame? That's not natural or normal.” Wheeljack said.

“Can these states of mind be controlled?” Ultra Magnus asked.

“Not really. They are highly volatile and can switch at a moments notice.” The medic explained. 

“Then… wouldn't it be merciful if we-”

“Don't you fragging say what I think you're going to say.” Ratchet growled. “I won't let anyone deactivate him.”

“Ratchet, he's too dangerous.” Perceptor argued.

“He's a scared young bot.” Ratchet huffed. “He's essentially a sparkling right now, a child.” Ratchet looked up at Ultra Magnus with almost a pleading gaze. “Sir, please. Let me work with him. He deserves a chance at life like anyone else.”

“Then he will be your responsibility.” Ultra Magnus said. “But if he attacks anyone again, he will be deactivated.”

“Yes sir.”

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A/N so usually I post this stuff on Wattpad but I figured this could be a Tumblr exclusive or something. Idk man.

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[theoceanoasis]

Perceptor and Deadend Found out that Hotrod and Soundwave has been making out.

"What are you working on?"

Dead End leaned against the wall watching Perceptor work.

"I'm trying to find a way to crack the Quintessons code."

"Oh."

He looked around noticing a commotion nearby. They both watched as Hot Rod and Soundwave left the training room. Seeming a little closer than before.

He was going to ignore them because he didn't care. It was obvious what they'd been doing, but it also wasn't his problem.

He turned back to Perceptor who made a noise of surprise. Before pulling Hot Rod away from Soundwave which was unnecessary. He hasn't done anything dangerous, since he asked Clobber to kill Hot Rod.

He didn't think anyone could die from interfacing. Although who knows. Maybe Soundwave was so terrible at it. That for the first time ever. Someone could die from terrible interfacing. Internally he smirked at the very idea.

"Stay away from my bitty."

"Carrier."

Hot Rod complained as Perceptor looked him over.

"We were just training?"

"Training!?"

Perceptor gave them a look of disbelief.

"You have a hickey on your neck. I don't remember training ever involving making out."

Both Soundwave and Hot Rod froze. The latter looking embarrassed at being caught.

"I don't want you seeing him anymore."

"But carrier."

"No buts. He's still a Decepticon even if we're at peace right now and he's not good enough for you."

Hot Rod tried to argue but Perceptor was already dragging him away. Once they were gone he glanced at Soundwave.

"Hot Rod really?"

"I could say the same thing about you and Perceptor."

"Touche. Although we haven't done anything yet."

"Then you better get on that. I don't want him to interrupt us."

Soundwave walked away, leaving him all alone. He stood there in disbelief wondering if Soundwave hit his head or something. Perceptor was terrifying when he wanted to be and he'd already told Soundwave to stay away. Next time he'd probably try to shoot him or something.

[diroxy]

So I've been working on a simpatico fic for the @tf-bigbang this whole summer and finally it's preview time! I had the honor of working with @mmskas_ (Twitter and instagram) and @elmonstro for this as my artists and man y'all I am so excited to share the whole thing with you. But for now!! Enjoy this small piece of Brainstorm having a breakdown :)

This was the last loop. The generator he had built in the first loop was running out of power. Each jump took more and more energy to maintain because of how many of himself were running around the same room. Like chickens with their heads cut off, that was how Swerve would have put it. Some Earth saying. He shuttered his optics and pressed his palms against them, venting slowly and steadily as each version of himself took up their control case and made the jump back to become the next version. Eventually, he was alone in the lab. His foot ached despite shutting down the sensors in it no less than five loops ago, and he felt sick down to his spark. He’d failed. There was no cure. He’d created the very weapon that took those closest from him away, and he’d made it so foolproof that even _he_ couldn’t undo it. He’d _failed_. He reached into his subspace, pulling out Perceptor’s lens. Running a thumb across it, he could feel the grit of the cracks catching on his derma. His next ex-vent caught, shuddered, and he bent over his own knees as the tears welled. He was never going to see Perceptor again, never going to work with him on something that didn’t even matter in the long run again. It wasn’t _fair_. The damn war was _over_. This should never have _happened_, and it was all _Getaway’s_ fault. He let his mask fall to the ground, pressing his free hand against his mouth to stifle the sobs spilling out of him. His fuel tank twisted, his pump lurching, and he gasped for the air his systems needed. All at once, he stood and kicked over his chair, a sound somewhere between a wail and a snarl pulled from him. He knew, he _knew_, that throwing a fit wasn’t going to solve anything, but he was so tired. He had worked so hard and lost track of the days and in the end it was his own creation— His hands were dirty with the energon of other bots, even if he’d never pulled the trigger himself. _Perceptor’s_ energon was on his hands. Perceptor and Mainframe and Atomizer and— He hurled the broken prototype of the gun meant to reattach fuel lines at the far wall, panting harshly as it broke in three and sparked. The fuel cells had cracked. _Good_. He dashed a hand over his face, smearing cleanser, and hiccuped as his intake vents seized. Before he knew it, another failed prototype was hurled at the wall. And another, and another, and— He knelt in the destruction of his own lab, staring at the quantum engine in the corner of the room, watching the fuel gauge tick down.

[ao3wasntenough]

Crack one shot, new autobots that for first time meet sam. They see that sam have resemble with optimus and bumblebee ( note, I don't know in cannon that if mech x mech can make new spark, I only know mech x femme can make new spark. Let's just say here they can in a few situations or it's miracle or maybe they think something else)

New autobots that just arrive on earth get briefing what happened to Allspark . They sad with that

*new autobots meet with new bots that called sam and look resemble with optimus and bumblebee. It make they puzzled and of course it make gossip*

First aid : do you think?

Blaster: don't be stupid , they probably just made frame for sam and his spark is from Allspark

Perceptor : yeah but I detect that sam spark exist is young and look likely exist when Allspark is gone, so they need other way and we know there is in a few situations.

* they see how protective bumblebee to sam and same with optimus. gossip about sam being created by optimus and bumblebee sparks started spreading*

Ironhide : did we forgot something?

Ratchet: now you say it. I think we kind forget to tell new Autobots that sam was human

Ironhide: it will no problem, right?

Indeed there is rumour mill over who’s Sam’s parents are. Young parent scandal bumblebee or is Optimus Primes greatest embarrassment his son with little to know built in combat protocols?

Was the allspark lost after creating only one sparkling? They mentioned it was a battle between Megatron and Optimus that the allspark was lost, perhaps it was the two of them to create Sam. Is Sam Megatrons sparkling?

They’d probably ask Sam “who’s your guardian” and the poor guy not knowing that their asking who his parents are just tells him “bumblebee” with a shrug and suddenly bumblebee is getting weird looks when he and Sam both get in trouble like they expect him to be the one scolding Sam and not encouraging him to prank the humans cause he’s small enough to have access to their spaces

[fascinationex]

In the quiet of the laboratory, interrupted only by bickering, the sound of breaking glass—glass, not even acrylic—was loud. Brainstorm and Perceptor both looked down at the canister on the floor. A long crack ran through it. "Oh," said Brainstorm, looking back at his empty fingers. "Um."

It's a sex pollen fic!

[ikkosu]

FRAGMENTED

[ lost light x gn.bot.reader ]

the hnk x mtmte fic I've been having a long brain rot about hehe. if you don't know what hnk is — basically (I'm going to explain this very concisely without having to spoil) is a manga about humanoid gems battling their adversaries, the lunarians. ( If you like Psychological body horror this is manga is the one for you.)

summary : stuck in a time loop, the struggle to save your friends from impending death is an arduos task.

PROLOGUE

"That's enough! "

Digits clamp over your arm — curled and digging into the paint. You're halted halfway of scamper and so commence a battle of defiance, pedes skidding across the metal floor as you struggle against his yank from the bright swirl of vortex blue.

The entrance mien you longed to be rooked in, by the beckoning light, it's fervour, it's allure — now diminished to nothing but vaporized air.

"Don't be anymore foolish than you already are —"

Your back hits the wall, chuffing out a grunt amidst the clang of metal.

" You're going to break."

Perceptor is roosted before you, a stubborn barrier between the Warp and the ire that is your recklessness. Underneath the dim veil of the laboratory, the swirling blue flared his backside, shadows and ridges of his features, accentuated

Rarely, he smiled.

A tug of the corners are all he managed.

It takes a while to ease out the stone-cold firmness of the scientist's formality. Of days where nostalgia reigns, the many shenanigans you pulled just to see the soft, crack of a smile, were reminiscent.

"It keeps me in line. Discipline is a much needed extravagance." He said.

But rarely is how forlorn he looks, right now. His paint job were gnawed — chipped and worn. The polish red are now a dull gray of muddy brown. Shoulders hunched, lethargic as if bricks weighed his stature and face plate along the creases, are the exhausted sag of his optics, flickering a pale blue from the many days of Energon shortage.

"There's nothing we can do." His tone was grave.

"You're lying."

He shuts his optics, silent exasperation pulling his features. There's a chant in your head. A chant so fervour it drowns out the howl of the Warp. You're optics flicker. Your digits twitch. You're restless. Restless. Restless.

"The Warp is due closing in thirty minutes." Perceptor lets out a vent. He treads on a steady tone, servos curl out placatingly, unlike your stature treading on a light, thin rake of thread. " The only solution now is we—"

No! The chant harrowed. You grab his shoulders, rooked in the digits to his plating and shook him.

"There's no other solution! This one's mine."

"Listen to yourself!" He bares back. "Are you aware the nonsense you're spouting?!"

"Any second now that ship is going to blow." You said lowly. Agitation pulses your spark. "If I could just— If I followed the route I mapped prior — something has to change. I know it will change. I've almost got it, Percy!"

The Scientist could say otherwise, donning a mad look on his face. His lips twitched, a harrowing kind of laugh broiled, chucked in low, deep in his throat.

"You've said that after the thirtieth try." He exasperates."You've said that after the hundredth. The many thousands. You have to understand : do you think you're in an optimum condition to follow through? Look at you. You're barely functioning!"

The swirl now churned, barrelling round until the visage is a blur of blue-ish white. Apparatuses clinked. Capped flasks rolled off from the tables that stuttered and skid from the abhorrent seismic vibration.

You let him go.

He staggers back.

Your optics skimmed the ground, along the muddled surface of the once polished gunmetal gray, are vines that crawled up to your pedes.

"That's not very Scientist-like Percy." You circled the Scientist, who's undeterred from his spot as the barrier, optics following your pace.

"Oh, please. Apologies, if situation we are rooked in is far from the most logical means."

He's careful not to let you out of his sight. While he's fit for combat, a cut and dry sharpshooter at that — the pistons that rusted under his platings could no longer fare against another scuffle.

"You're telling me you'd rather watch it blow?"

"I am clarifying that we are to do nothing."

"Nothing is abstract."

"Try predetermined."

More often than not, the rock becomes a ledge. A cliff-side prone for a slip — then submerged into the inky, swarthen void of darkness.

You're willing to risk it.

A kind of vexation startled in his throat as you lunged for the Warp, digits clamping the grey tins for rims. Instantly, the field embraced you, pulling you in. The blue swirls has a vicious like quality that lapped desperately at your forearm when you reached for it's touch.

The chant, elated at the sensation, glowered. Migraine shoots up from your spinal strut, all the way to your helm that ellicited a violent shudder.

When you swiveled your helm, maybe for a last look at the Scientist — desperation seeps clear from his faceplate. He has nothing to say. Words mean nothing as of this moment.

He watches with distraught as you're submerged whole into the white cadence of the swirl, until all that there's left of you is the nub of digit, ridges a flare of blue, curling out to point at him.

"See you at a future's time."

[decepti-thots]

Character Ask: Brainstorm

one aspect about them i love: I love how it sneaks up on you that so, so much of what Brainstorm does is motivated by his feelings about other people. He holds everyone at arms' length and cultivates an image of not caring about other people, and then at the exact same time he makes all his biggest decisions based on whoever he cares about deep down. Everything he does following Quark's death is for Quark, until it's actually for Chromedome, except then it turns out Chromedome was as much a catalyst for him to just... start thinking about everyone else the war fucked over. It's that bit where Nautica is so pissed at him until she realises he was, without any fuss, going to erase himself from existence to stop the war, and didn't even bring it up in his own defense. That's the trick to his character.

one aspect i wish more people understood about them: Brainstorm's initial draw to Perceptor is that it mirrors his relationship with Quark. What I mean by this is: Brainstorm doesn't really expect to actually achieve much there. We learn later that Brainstorm knew very well that his feelings towards Quark were unrequited. There's a turning point where Perceptor's impression of Brainstorm changes, and it's when Perceptor puts two and two together and realises what Brainstorm's actions in EC were actually trying to achieve; that he isn't just an arrogant asshole who doesn't care. So, any attempt to elaborate on that relationship needs to reckon, IMO, with the fact that it's a change to the status quo that Brainstorm had fully accepted, one in which he poked at Perceptor constantly and never risked actually getting anywhere with it. I've never seen a fic with those two as a pairing that really managed to nail that down for me, tbh! You need that sense of Brainstorm being like. Wait. Shit. What do I do now I have his respect, though. Because Brainstorm has no model for that.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character: Brainstorm doesn't actually believe that the peace will last. He's fully convinced that war will, at some point, break out again. It's difficult for him to even imagine peace ever holding- he literally was born into the war, and he's seen the worst of both sides in his role as a double agent, and how desperate people are in both corners to keep it going until the other side is fully obliterated. He originally figured that when he got Quark to safety they would run off somewhere neutral and just ignore Cybertron, and that would be fine, because by that point the war would have started up again anyway.

one character i love seeing them interact with: Nautica! I love their friendship. I love that it's this deeply sincere relationship that is the first one he's ever had that isn't touched with some kind of trauma or violence. One thing I think about it is that this is the first time he's interacting with someone about his passions who doesn't see it as something that is part and parcel with the war- he's never had a peer before who has any perspective on what he can do in that regard which doesn't, at some point, loop back around to its usefulness in doing something destructive. IDK, that's just so... nice to me. He needs to have a friend like that.

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more: I think him and Tailgate would be a riot actually. They're both so full of shit and insecure in parallel ways and prone to being so intense. And I think they would be funny! I think they would egg each other onto TERRIBLE ideas and crack wise the whole time and it would be deeply entertaining. They should blow some shit up together and Tailgate should try to offer to be Brainstorm's wingman despite being phenomenally unqualified.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character: Brainstorm has privately apologised to Rewind (2.0) for his role in his death. He doesn't feel guilty about a lot, and tbh he probably tried pretty hard to persuade himself he didn't need to. But. Then Rewind thanked him for keeping Chromedome alive when Rewind was gone, and he felt like such a fucking asshole. Because it was a little bit his fault along with the others. (Rewind accepted the apology and also said that if he ever got Chromedome involved in anything like that ever again, Rewind would physically rip his head off.)