#sharpflint

[sparklingpax]

Sweet Bother, That’s What You Are

A.N: 

(starring my two TFP OCs, Paxie and Sharpflint, who will be getting sketch posts um.........eventually o///o’’)

-HIIIIII So. Potentially the first of many drabbles with these two <3 There’s no official story story, really....just whatever comes to mind if I feel like writing it! ^w^

-I actually managed to find the first time I did a drabble for them, idk, kinda dumb, but thought I’d link in case you were interested ^^’’ 

-This one’s kinda dumb too I apologize but I wanted to write it so

-Sorry for grammar, punctuation, word usage, spelling, etc mistakes......it’s late and I’m falling asleep and my brain is on Full Sunshine Happy Things mode so I’m just trying to dump all that into this story >:3 

-What planet are they on that has metallic trees and rocks?? uM?? uh--ok well,,,,,,same planet as the last one sorry I’m not very creative idk why I need so many trees for my writing anyway lmfao akjdjsd

-So when is this set then?? Ok so. After the war; in this universe here, which is not an au btw (or is it?? idk?? the events are assumed to be exactly the same as prime and other aligned continuity stuff just with these two inserted in the background if that makes any sense at all,,,,) Paxie was from one of the first generations after the war; Sharpflint fought in the war as an Autobot so,,,theres that. 

-May I just note for the record so no one asks or makes assumptions, their relationship is fully inteded to be really good friendship & it’s Not romantic. Sorry if I made it confusing in the writing sdjsdj basically I love writing romantic stuff but for once I want to write a Good Friends dynamic ^w^ hope thats okie!

-Also no Sharpflint is not actually old, he’d be more like a 35-year old and Paxie’s might be 25-ish. If you wanted to visualize it in human years I guess because we’re all........human..? She’s just fooling around 😹✨

-SHOUTOUT TO Y’ALL WHO ENCOURAGED ME TO START POSTING MY DRABBLE IDEAS!! I hope I do not disappoint too much ^^’’ 

-hhhhh & it be Short™ o///o but I hope you like it!!! thanks for reading!!! :)

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Paxie kicked a stray rock back into its place on the side of the road and pouted. Arms folded behind her back, she did her best to tune out whatever Sharpflint was on about. Why?

“—and Primus fragging heck, Paxie, you know that as your friend—no, respected elder and mentor—I do not want to find your corpse on the side of the highway because you refuse to learn that—”

Yes. That. Because he was lecturing her about how strongly he disagreed with her personal stance in the Natural Form movement. However, she was not truly annoyed at all. It was a peaceful afternoon and she’d managed to convince Sharpflint to ditch patrol to walk with her. 

I’m going to have some fun here--after all, I’m giving up my free day, the one day I don’t have classes!!

Suddenly, one of his words registered in her mind and she got an idea. 

Paxie tapped his arm. He came to a halt alongside her, breaking off abruptly to give her a scathing ‘WHAT.’ However he swallowed that, too when he saw her face.

“You got one thing right, salty engines,” Paxie started, feigning frustration.

Sharpflint narrowed his yellow optics—he absolutely detested that ridiculous nickname.

“Oh?” He muttered back, half annoyed. “Enlighten me.”

Paxie shook her head, heaving a dramatic sigh. “Well, you’re old. But you’re not my mentor—you’re too old to be my mentor. I’d need a spry, young, whippersnapper like myself! In fact—wait—”

She did a shushing motion and looked around. Sharpflint moaned quietly, rolling his eyes hard. He waited for her to continue roasting him.

“Yes…yes, I can hear it!”

He decided to play along, folding his arms as he towered over her. “Hear what, Paxie?”

“Listen!! I can hear the high concentration of salt in your attitude rusting your rotor blades!!”

Frag me, Primus why.

“I can hear it from a mile—”

Sharpflint picked her up, smirking as her words melted into surprised yelping. He hoisted her over his shoulder, gripping her legs as the rest of her body hung over his back, and eyed the tree a small ways ahead of them. His grin grew wider.

“Old, huh?”

“Yes!!” Paxie was laughing now, gasping for air.

“Well, then, I’ll just show you how us elderly were taught to run!”

“FLINT!!!”

He swung her in a circle before racing ahead to the tree, prompting more giggled cries. His eyes glinted while his shorter friend shouted, playfully indignant, and demanded to be put down.

“I’ll snap you in two, you robot stick!!”

“Try it, tiny!! You’d barely leave a scratch!”

“OH—” Paxie narrowed her optics and whacked his green plating, still laughing. “SO SAYS ‘MR. INSULTS ARE RUDE’!! WOW!!”

Sharpflint let out a laugh himself, reaching the tree. Sure I said that, but I never said I couldn’t joke around…

“Hey, what are y—WAHHAHHHHHNOONONO—”

The two mechs had made it to the tree, so Sharpflint naturally tossed Paxie just high enough for her to land in one of the branches. As he’d hoped, she latched on and balled up against the metallic surface, optics wide with shock.

Take that, you adorable little scrap. Sharpflint nodded to himself, placing his hands on his hips and tilting his head back to take in the view. Paxie started giggling again, wailing down at him to help her off the branch .

“I’m only as old as the middle of the Great War!”

“You’re a salty, rusty sack of bolts!!”

Sharpflint sighed, turning away. “You and Mr. Tree can keep each other company until I come back here for patrol….” He pretended to think deeply, then calmly finished, “Four days from now.”

“Fine! You’re only as old as the youngest old bot from the war!!”

“Three days.”

“You’re a not-so-old dork!”

“Hmmm….” Sharpflint let the silence sink in, as if he were actually deeply considering her words. Paxie sighed audibly.

“You’re my favorite old dork--the best friend I could ask for!”

At this, Sharpflint turned and regarded her, beaming down at him. He unfolded his arms, chuckling lightly.

“I was going to let you down anyway, you know..” he said a little more quietly, feeling a little warm after her previous comment. The purple-white mech grinned back down at him.

“I know! I just wanted to say!”

Paxie was his closest friend, even if she was young, and didn’t know how bleak life could be—which was half the reason they ever got into fights in the first place anyway. Sometimes it’s hard to see eye-to-eye with someone who’s led a completely different life than your own. Both Sharpflint and Paxie were aware of that.

All that same, she was sunshine and openness.

Paxie was…simply put, a great friend.

Sharpflint cracked a small smile—not a smirk, but a real smile.

“You want to meet again at Silicon’s tonight?”

“Only if you’re paying!”

Sharpflint heaved another sigh, slumping over. Well, what else was to be expected? After all, the helicopter mech had thrown his friend into a tree. He couldn’t say no.

Well, no, he could, really should...but it would be rude—

“Oh, dear Primus,” he murmured under his breath, continuing to gaze up at Paxie, still hugging the tree branch for her dear life.

“Yay!! Silicon’s!!” Paxie cheered like a young sparkling, then cut herself off as her celebratory motions caused the branch to sway a bit too much. 

“Thank goodness for frequent paychecks…”

But above all, thank goodness for friends. Especially the ones that drive a bot nuts. Paxie, I’d give my life for you. 

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WOTFD Clan Lore Dump

SINCE the art side is a bit slow right now, who’d like some random lore about my fanclans?

FlintClan > Think of them as a mix of WindClan and SkyClan > Their chief principles are honour and justice. Of all the clans, FlintClan is probably the one to stick most rigorously to the Code, and punish those who would break it most harshly. > Like WindClan, FlintClan boasts a complex system of tunnels beneath their territory. Since not all of FlintClan’s cats are suited for navigating the tunnels, they have a special subclass of Warriors known as Tunnel Runners. All warriors are expected to know the basics of tunnel navigation, but Tunnel Runners are the only ones expected to master it. > FlintClan also holds the tradition of forging. Yes, you heard me right, these cats are out here making swords. The traditon was started by the ancient warrior Sharpflint, who held such a mastery over the flames that he was known as the first and last great Smith. These days cats of FlintClan are only skilled enough to craft small things, whereas Sharpflint was capable of making full body armor.

TideClan > Think of them as a mix of RiverClan and ThunderClan > Their chief principles are compassion and reasoning. Of all the Clans, TideClan is the most pacifistic in nature; but one should not take this to mean they will not fight back if provoked. > Like all Clans they only have up to two medicine cats at any given time; but unlike the other clans, every apprentice is given basic training in the healing arts. > They’re on very friendly terms with a group of outsiders that live on a nearby island. No TideClan apprentice can achieve warriorhood until they have made the pilgrimmage to the island and met with The Herbalists. Luckily, a crossing to the island appears every other new moon. > TideClan is the birth place of Whitepelt’s Day- which you can think of as my clan equivalent of christmas |D Whitepelt was a TideClan warrior of such giving spirit that he would sneak accross the border to leave prey on the freshkill pile of FlintClan during harsh winters. These days the clans gather at the height of winter to give gifts to both clanmates and rivals.

ShadeClan > The youngest of the three clans. Think of them as a mix of ShadowClan and BloodClan. > Their chief principles are respect and pride. Of all the clans, ShadeClan is the most friendly and accepting of outsiders; partly born of their princple of respect, and partly born of the fact that most of them still remember their lives as loners. > ShadeClan have a unique tradition; known as ‘Wide Patrols’. A group of cats are sent out to survey far beyond ShadeClan’s borders. This is both to keep the clan informed of what’s happening outside their territory, and keep them on good terms with their neighbors. Indeed, this practice has dispelled much of the fear outsiders previously had for Clan cats! Outsiders have even been known to seek ShadeClan out and offer warnings or even aid when threats are approaching. > Its considered an extra point in the code for ShadeClan that no apprentice may be made a warrior without serving on a Wide Patrol, and no warrior may be made deputy without leading a Wide Patrol.

+ BONUS LORE: The Tribe of Storied Paws > Unlike the Tribe of Rushing Water, the Tribe of Storied Paws are a nomadic group. That was inspired by tribe naming tradition; it makes a lot more sense to name your kits after the first thing you see when they’re born if you’re somewhere different every day! > The Teller of the Shifting Clouds serves as the tribe’s healer. The title is passed down in a dread pirate roberts kinda situation; and since every Cloudteller becomes pure white with blue eyes upon recieving the title, its become a common myth, even in the tribe itself, that the Cloudteller is an immortal cat. > TORW has no deputy equivalent; but TOSP actually has three cats who can be considered second-in-command to Cloudteller. That’s the Hunt Captain, who leads the Prey Hunters- the Guard Captain, who leads the Caravan Guards and typically pulls the Keeper’s Wagon- and the Chief Keeper, typically the eldest of the Keepers, who serves as advisor to the Cloudteller and head archivist of the Tribe’s history. > To-Bes, rather than being selected and groomed for their eventual role as Hunter or Guard, are given the freedom to choose. They are given both a Hunting and Guarding mentor for the first 6 moons of training, after which point they select their favoured role. The training’s end is a harsh challenge, though- the To-Be must survive alone, for a moon, and then track down the Tribe in order to rejoin as a full member. Most never find their way back to the Tribe.

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Where the Trees Grow

Summary: Just testing out the characters of my two TFP OCs, so I thought I’d write this instead of doing the long list of assignments for school I need to do tonight to show you what they’re kind of like--at least with each other. And just putting this out there: They’re friends. Nothing more. Soooooooo............enjoy, I guess. 

O///O 

Dont,,dont ask about that title. Idk what it is either,,

NOTE ABOUT THE PLANET: I mentioned “Athenia” bc I legit could not remember if in the TFP canon there were any parts of cybertron that had trees and,,,and dirt. So in my panic I remembered the name of the planet the Autobots and their base exist on in “Headmasters” (dont start with me I know this isnt the same universe as that but leave me alone idk what I’m doing either rn) and it had trees and stuff!! So...it fit the bill......Sharpflint is patrolling another nearby planet for,,,reasons. In Transformers canon, that planet does exist so,,,that’s enough on that ^^’’ Just wanted to make the note in case someone is bothered by this,,

uhhh,,,,yeep this is supposed to take place after the war, since Paxie was from one of the first generations after the war; Sharpflint fought in the war as an Autobot so,,,theres that. This isn’t part of anything, it’s just this random thing I wrote,,,because. 

Anyway ok I’ll shut up this was a dumb drabble I apologize I’m sorry what is this hh

By the time Sharpflint raised his eyes to the trees towering over him, it was too late. That rustling sound he’d been hearing all afternoon while on patrol? 

“Woah-woOAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”

It smacked him right in the face with a resounding ‘CLANG!!’

Actually, she smacked him in the face. 

And knocked him to the ground. 

For a few moments, the two bots laid still in the dirt, trying to process what had just happened. Then, Sharpflint snapped to full consciousness. 

“Get off me,” he snarled, glaring at the figure on top of his. “I’ll throw your tiny body across this clearing, punk.”  

“Oh sure you will. Make me,” came the confident, snarky response. The white-purple femme shut her eyes and went limp, pretending to start snoring. The corners of her lips twitched with the beginnings of a smile. 

Sharpflint was not very amused. 

“Alright then.” 

The red and green mech hefted himself upright, and with startling ease, picked up and tossed his mystery assailant across the small, grassy clearing. Her optics widened the instant he touched her, but she slammed into a tree and slid to the ground before she had a chance to yelp in surprise. 

He smirked slightly, rising to his feet and stalking towards the now-unconscious femme. She made no sound, slumped over against the tree but still breathing. Sharpflint instantly felt just a little guilty. 

That was rough and mean. Maybe a little too mean. He rubbed the side of his face frustratedly. 

You idiot. You don’t throw people. Oh Primus, Ratchet won’t be happy about this, that’s for sure. 

He huffed a long sigh and opened his comm.

“Hey, doc. It’s ‘Flint. Paxie left the premises. Are you aware of this fact?”

A groan from the other end gave him his answer. 

“Again? But I told her she--”

“Well, enough of that. Somehow she followed me to Athenia and now she’s unconscious. Help, I guess?”

“....what did you do to her?”

Oh, Ratchet. The old bot really does know everything, doesn’t he? 

Sharpflint fought the urge to chuckle in surprise and instead cleared his throat, touching the back of his helm a little awkwardly. 

“I--well, she fell out of a tree and....no, you know what? I get it. I was too rough. Sorry. I’m sending coordinates so you can bridge her back,” He paused, seeing her twitch slightly. “Hurry, doc-bot. She’s not staying for long.”

“Sharpflint,” Ratchet said, his tone seeming to weigh more than one single word. There was a long silence. Then, he simply sighed again. “Never mind, you know what I’m going to say, don’t you?.”

“You’re a good bot, Ratchet. I’ll tell her when she wakes up.” 

“W...when who...aHK--” Paxie winced, slouching over and gripping her midsection. “Pain pain pain pain pain pain owww....” She murmured in a tiny voice, squeezing her optics shut and rocking back and forth. 

Sharpflint raised an eyebrow, then hung up on Ratchet. As he stepped closer to her to help her up, a groundbridge portal tore into the air next to them. Paxie cracked open her eyes a little as the pain subsided, eyeing first the bridge, then the red-green mech, currently holding out his servo. She pouted, gritting her teeth and pushing off the ground by herself.

“Jerk.” 

“Hey, you know, that was pretty reckless!!” He snapped. Paxie rolled her eyes and pretended to ignore him. 

“You know--” He fumbled for the right words. “You’re lucky the war’s over and this patrol was just an innocent outing!” He blurted a little clumsily, quickly starting to feel slightly annoyed again. Paxie suppressed her urge to laugh out loud for the sake of her old and new injuries. 

“And what the scrap does that have to do with anything, you jerk? Why’d you throw me against a fragging tree?!” 

“I’m just SAYING--” the mech bit his tongue and cut himself off, sighing. Too loud, too angry, definitely too rude a tone to be using with her. He chided himself internally for being so rough and for...being a jerk. “Look, you hurt yourself falling off the top of a ladder you weren’t supposed to be climbing in that library! I’ve seen bots lose their lives going for a refuel.”

“Which is terrible and I’m sorry. But why are you bringing this up, Flint?” She narrowed her eyes, letting her arms fall to the side. 

“Because if you had followed me out here during the War, you’d have been at risk of dying.”

Paxie went quiet. Not because she felt guilty or that she understood. But something about the calm finality of his words made her insides shift around. Relenting, the white-purple femme sighed and started into the bridge. 

“I’ll stay with Ratchet,” she mumbled. “Sorry.”

Sharpflint felt a brief pang of guilt. 

“Hey, Paxie?” 

She turned, looking a little subdued. “I know it was stupid, I’m sorr--”

“No, don’t apologize. I was a jerk. I’m sorry.”  

Paxie folded her arms. “And?”

“And...I need to get my head out of the past. The war’s over. I shouldn’t be so aggressive.” She nodded at his words and straightened, heading into the bridge. In turn, the red and green-plated bot swiveled and headed back to his patrol post--

“Silicon’s.” 

Sharpflint jolted at the sound of her voice. What? What does she want now? 

Paxie scampered back to the edge of the glowing green portal, a mischevious twinkle in her eyes, grinning. 

“Silicon’s. Tonight at moonrise. You’re paying!” 

Sharpflint whipped around and opened his mouth to make a retort at her and assert that he was not--

And then the bridge came to a close with a sharp whooshing noise.   

“For frag’s sake, Paxie,” he raised his wrist and pulled up his balance. 

You’re lucky I got my paycheck last week.

But while he stared at the sky, the inklings of a smile played at his lips. 

Sharpflint, you big, dumb, dork. 

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[sparklingpax]

I hate this--

Like,,,is ratchet ok,,,he looks so cursed idk,,,😳💀✨

But doodle during Japanese today because sensei was having computer troubles and I was done with the worksheet........

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