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FACTS ABOUT TFFL (PART ONE):
Before coming out from the labyrinth, Primus has only interfered with normal Cybertronian life three times: when Unicron was alive and trying to destroy Cybertron during the time of the 13 Primes, giving the Matrix of Leadership to Orion Pax, and getting so fed up with Sentinel Prime’s fake Prime bullshit that he came, bitchslapped that bot, and turned him into a sparkling
Bumblebee would have been in grave danger if he lived before the war.
Ratchet was highly popular not only for being an awesome medical student, but for being a party ambulance
Cliffjumper painted his faceplate to give himself similar details to Bumblebee’s outlier looks. Bumblebee liked that.
Megatron was the size of an emu when he was a sparkling. He could fit into a Cybertronian teacup.
Astrotrain had a conjunx and a couple of sparklings on the way before the war, but they all died near the start of the war. After the Triple Changer Experiment, Astrotrain forgot about them.
Minibot sparklings immediately become attached on their sire, carrier, or anyone who cares for them because they need someone to depend on to survive.
Cybertronians can either be forged or born as sparklings. Originally they could only be forged, but after Primus noticed that Unicron’s forces were destroying all of the forges or taking them over, he gave Cybertronians the other way to make sure they wouldn’t all die off
Primus has actually walked among Cybertronians, but since no one has a set form for him, no one notices unless he announces it or someone connects the dots together
Primus looks different to everyone.
Megatron is scared of Primus
Rodimus sees Primus as Rung
Seekers are never forged, only sparklings
89% of Seekers are born in threes.
Seekers typically have two trines, a familial trine and a social trine (can be both romantic and platonic)
55% of seekers never meet their familial trine again
In the first million years of the war, 81% of seeker trines were broken due to seeker deaths
Blitzwing never had a social trine (jokes that he is his own trine after the Triple Changer experiment)
Blitzwing and Astrotrain are Amicas
Bulkhead and Bumblebee are Amicas
Ratchet is polyamorous
many of the Autobots will play with the possibility of polygamy
Ratchet immediately can tell the difference between Bumblebee and Cliffjumper. He just knows
Soundwave has a “public” music library the chaotic siblings (Bumblebee, Cliffjumper, Mirage, Smokescreen, Rodimus) sometimes “hack” to listen to music.
MORE WILL COME SOON!
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ratchetsfataft · 7 months
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hes too fine. i cant sometimes i love drawing on art programs that arent meant for full blown pieces
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mgarmagedon · 6 days
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More Optiratch
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clownenergyy · 1 month
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if i look at this any longer ill need to be locked away please take it from me
(click for better quality, pretty please)
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alienszarecool · 4 months
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r they abt to kiss rn⁉️
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retirement-home-rumble · 10 months
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Retirement Home Rumble: Round 1
Side A
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Why they would crush the other geezers under the cut:
WARNING: There may be spoilers
Ratchet Propaganda:
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TFC Propaganda:
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eggariesalad · 5 months
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mtmte ratch pratctice despite him being one of my most favs ive never drawn him properly
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cosmics-beings · 6 months
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This part hurts because you realize Drift is probably asking about the quantum jump because he hopes that in another universe, Ratchet is still alive and they can still be together.
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pumkin-patchwork · 9 months
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completely forgot to post this here too haha but this was my entry for @avoidghost’s DTIYS!! had a blast working on this :>
clean version + original post below:
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thatturtleleon · 1 month
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wife appreciation
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autopilotz · 1 year
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hi ratchet
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lonely-paracosmos · 8 months
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Tfp storyboard
Im not gonna upload all of them, but i will upload a couple. Sorry i just have the energy to download em all. The source recorded it this way, there is no better quality version sorry lol
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ratchetsfataft · 5 months
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Ratchet x Seekers. All of them
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oh man this took some brainstorming.. ratchet gets SMOTHERED
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mgarmagedon · 1 month
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Ratchet's little adult son uwu
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callsign-relic · 17 days
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HI RELIC I’M GLAD YOU’RE BACK!!!!
If requests are open, might I suggest a sequel to the first contact Shockwave fic or the ‘Drift and Ratchet find an injured human’ fic?
Alternatively, if you’re feeling it, a sfw tasty AU Rodimus fic in which he finds a human hiding in the walls or wherever, takes them, and keeps it a secret from everyone else?
Thank you Tripleglitch!!! You’re my first request after literal months, and I’m happy to have written this for you :) For this request I’ve decided to make a sequel to the first contact Drift and Ratchet fic, which you can find here!
Warnings: SFW, GN!Human!Reader, First Contact AU
The next few moments passed by like a blur to your weary head. You weren’t sure if your lack of vision was from your pounding headache, or from how the giant white mech held you cupped against his chest. The beat of his heart (or whatever his equivalent to a heart was) thudded against you in a gentle rhythm— it seemed to be the only thing keeping you aware enough from passing out entirely.
The only place you could look was up, and all you were met with was the chin of the titan who held you. Occasionally, he would glance down at you with furrowed brows, cooing at you softly in alien tones, but you tore your head away before you could lock eyes. The white mech was kinder than the red one who held you before, sure, but you still felt a pit in your stomach form each time you looked into his piercing blue eyes.
There’s a sound of shifting metal, and suddenly you’re squinting from the intruding light. No longer are you wrapped in the radiating warmth of Drift’s big servos, but you’re placed down onto a cool, stainless steel rolling desk. You fold your legs underneath you and rub at your arms at the sudden drop in temperature, sucking in air through your teeth with each touch to your bruised skin.
Above you, Drift watches. You try not to look.
“Poor thing must be freezing,” Drift’s dermas pout to the side.
“Really?” Ratchet asks, too busy pressing buttons and configuring settings on a scanning machine to look for himself. “How can you tell?”
“It’s shivering,” the samurai gestures a hand towards you, causing you to flinch back, but the mech hardly notices as he addresses the CMO. “Maybe it’s trying to warm itself up.”
“It would make sense,” Ratchet hums from behind the console. “Some organics, the energon that runs through them— it flows at a temperature warm enough that keeps their whole frames warm. If they’re in cold enough conditions, that natural warmth from inside them isn’t enough to keep them warm.”
Drift lets out a small gasp at that. “Then we should hurry! We don’t want it freezing to death.” The samurai hurries to Ratchet’s side, examining the screen the medic was working on. Ratchet lifts his arms at Drift’s sudden intrusion, staring at him bewilderedly— but Drift’s too focused on the console to notice. “Is the scanner ready yet??”
“It would be if you didn’t butt in the way—“ The medic shoves his white plated partner to the side— not very roughly, but still enough to get him out of the way. With a last few swipes to the screen, the scanning machine hums to life. You jump back at the sudden noise, scrambling as far back as you can from the alien mechanism.
Drift notices, moving away from behind the scanner to reach a servo out behind you— prepared to catch you if you happened to make a fall off of the rolling table. But thankfully, you stop just a few relative feet away from the edge. Still, you don’t budge.
“Come on, little one, it’s alright,” Drift urges sweetly, slowly bringing one of his hands up from behind you to push you forwards. You gasp at the sudden contact, a scream tearing through your throat as you push back against the massive hand. You may have been injured, sure, but there was no way you were going to let two gigantic aliens push you into a machine that you had no idea of it what it could do. For all you knew, you were being ferried into your death.
“What’s the matter?” Ratchet asks, peeking his helm out from behind the screen. “Just get it in there, already.”
“I’m trying,” Drift insists, “but it’s fighting back. It doesn’t want to go inside.”
“What does it matter how it’s reacting? Just get it in and it’ll see for itself that it’s fine.”
“Ratchet, we’re trying to gain its trust! Forcing it to do something it doesn’t want to do, safe or not, isn’t the way to do that.”
As the two titans debated above you, the samurai’s white servo inched you ever closer into the machine. You try pushing back, but all of your weight combined isn’t enough to even budge the force of the mech’s hand. The eerie blue glow of the machine rapidly approaching, you close your eyes as you’re pushed inside, bracing for impact.
“Oh,” Drift realizes, pulling his hand away. “They’re inside.”
Blue light washes over you once, then twice, then a third time. Agonizingly slow, with a low, droning hum— you close your eyes, expecting the worst. Only, after those few swipes of the machine’s light… nothing happens. You dare to crack open an eye, and are only met with the lights of the medbay.
“Well, Ratchet? What does it say?” Drift comes to Ratchet’s side once more, optics scanning the scanner’s screen impatiently.
“Just give it a second, there are countless organic species this thing could be, after all.” Ratchet steps to the side a bit, allowing the samurai more space to stand. Or, more accurately, allowing the medic more room for himself to breathe. After a few moments, awaiting in bated breath, the scanner chirps out a beep. The results had come in.
Ratchet leans in, studying the text as it all pours in. “‘Species: human’… ‘planet of origin: earth’… hm, and just how far is that from Cybertr— WHAT?!” The medic’s jaw drops as the scanner answers the question for him— thousands upon thousands of lightyears.
“That far…?” Drift repeats Ratchet’s sentiment, he could hardly believe it himself.
“Then how could it ended up on the ship??” Ratchet continues, looking to you, hugging your knees on the steel table. “I doubt we could have picked it up before our initial launch, but on all the planets we’ve visited this far, I don’t recall seeing any humans…”
“How hardly matters anymore, doc,” Drift replies, stepping out from behind the scanner to approach you once more. You look up at the massive white mech, hesitant still. The samurai gazes down at you with soft optics and furrowed brows, but tries to offer you a little smile all the same. “We have to return it home. The poor thing must be terrified, so far away from its home.”
Ratchet grunts, “Well, I suppose that’s one thing we can agree on. But I’m not certain the other two captains want to change trajectory all for a single human.” Raising a servo to his temple as he steps forward too, the red bot huffs out a small sigh. “We’d go way off course, we’d get further behind on our mission than we already are.”
As Ratchet spoke, Drift lowered his hands down— not grabbing you, only offering them down for you to inspect. Your gaze flicks between Drift’s hands and his face, as if you were waiting for him to jump out at you any moment. But he doesn’t. The spectralist simply waits, watching your every move with patience. Maybe he wanted you to climb on of your own accord, this time?
Despite how every instinct in your body told you no, you swallowed it all down and moved forward anyway. You raise one of your feet, placing it down onto the platform of Drift’s hand. Then you did the same with your other foot. All the way until you were centered in the mech’s palm. Above you, Drift smiles, bringing his other hand beside you to give you a wider platform.
“Well, we’ll just have to try,” Drift declares. Slowly, he starts to raise you up towards his chest, to where Ratchet leans in a little to get a better look at you as well. You back away from the red mech— with how roughly he handled you, you still weren’t sure if you could trust him. “I’m a captain on the ship too, you know. I’m certain Rodimus and Megatron would at least be willing to hear me out.”
Ratchet responds with an unsure hum, focusing his optics down on the little creature Drift carried within his servos. Your eyes widen at the sudden attention, and you quickly turn your head, hoping the medic takes the hint and pulls away his burning gaze. “If they say no, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Drift snorts, “C’mon, doc, who do you take me for? Besides,” and his free servo is raising up again, this time extending a single digit to you. You lean away, staring at it cautiously. You weren’t sure what this meant… but if offering your finger meant the same thing as it did on earth, then, you might as well be polite to the alien who was kindest to you. Tentatively, you place your comparatively tiny hands atop the top of the offered digit, shaking it a little. Drift beams. “We’ll take care of it as long as it’s on the ship.”
“Wha— what do you mean, ‘we’?!” Ratchet leans back, incredulous. But when Drift doesn’t reply, his attention solely focused on you in his hand, the medic’s dermas straighten out to a thin line. “Ugh… you’re killin’ me, kid. Fine. We’ll both watch it.”
Finally, Drift turns his helm, ecstatic. “Really?! Oh, thank you, doc!”
“Yeah, yeah, only cause I wouldn’t trust this thing under anyone else’s watch.” As Drift coos at you, excited to be able to keep you safe, Ratchet’s own gaze flits lazily to you. You notice, looking back up at him, and trying not to squirm away. The medic only sighs, offering you a slight, albeit tired, smile.
“Looks like you’re stuck with us for now, little one.”
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medic-matchups · 1 year
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SEMI-FINALS: PART I
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