#tfp drift

[sonicvoid]

This is exactly how Chapter 18 of Echo Garden went right.

[bendigedigbetobetosan]

Transformers prime Drift/Deadlock designs… at the time, I didn’t want to stick a png of Ratchet in there for size so I drew over his official art, lmao.

Older work in progress that will probably stay a wip.

Little Roddy. I love you smokescreen I love Rodimus more.

Ignore old instagram handle.

[theangrycomet-art]

Presenting his kids students. Don't worry, they don't bite (yes they do).

low key thinking to throw in these four into my Red Guys Live AU for shits and giggles

COMMISSIONS OPEN

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TFP

Ratchet jolted as pain suddenly rippled down his spine and into his tanks. He leaned forwards on the console keeping both his plating and field close to his frame as he took sallow vents. Now really wasn't the time not when everyone was inside the main room. All Ratchet can do is bite the inside his cheek and hope the pain wouldn't get any worse.

"Ratchet?" Optimus quietly spoke as he walked up placing a comforting servo on the medic's shoulder. "Everything alright?"

"I'll live" He huffed rubbing a servo along his cramping tanks. "But I think its time..."

The prime's optics would widen slightly as he quickly helped Ratchet back onto his pedes before making their way to the med bay. Once inside Optimus got to work gathering up a first aid kit, medical grade and blankets, once everything was set he then returned back to Ratchet helping him onto a medical berth.

"Do you need anything else, old friend?" Optimus spoke while his field flickered with worry despite his stoic face.

Ratchet gave a short chuckle as he made himself a bit more comfortable. "No, I'm fine for now. Besides this isn't my first bitty, I know what to do"

Optimus softly hummed as he gave a light squeeze with his servo. "Though this is the first time that he isn't here" The prime's field then open slightly wider, sending more waves of comfort and reinsurance hoping to show his support.

The medic lowered his helm sighing softly as he returned the squeeze with his own. His amica was right and it frightened him a little not knowing where his conjunx was or if he was alive at all. This was the last precious gift he had left of Drift, no Deadlock and all he hoped for was that somewhere, anywhere he was safe.

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A few hours passed and Optimus still hasn't moved from his post from standing outside the med bay door. He would poke his head inside every half hour checking in on Ratchet but he remained still not daring to move an inch. Suddenly his finals twitched when the sound of rushing pedes got closer forcing him to clamp down his plaiting as he turned to greet Smokescreen.

Smokescreen's optics were wide as light cuts and dents littered his frame, the young mech's field buzzing with adrenaline and urgency. "Optimus, there's a Decepticon in the base!" He panted as he pointed towards the main room. "Wheeljack and Bulkhead have got him pinned but he's demanding to see Ratchet for some reason"

"I see" Optimus's spark felt heavy as he was suddenly torn. He couldn't leave his amica alone while in emergence, yet he couldn't leave a rogue Decepticon wader about in base either. With a sigh he turned his attention back to Smokescreen and spoke his next words carefully. "I want you to stay here outside this door, Ratchet is not well at the moment so if anything happens comm me and I'll be right here as soon as possible"

"Okay sir"

Once he was sure his amica was in good hand he rushed down the hallway and into the main room to see what damage the Decepticon had caused. Optimus was greeted by the sight of both Bulkhead and Wheeljack struggling to keep a white and grey speedster pinned while Arcee and quickly gotten to work to try and clamp down some statis cuffs on the mech's claws servos. Claws who were still glinting with energon if the fresh deep cuts on Bulkhead's shoulder gave away any clues. Just as Optimus took a few steps closer he spark flickered with recognition, this speedster and Decepticon was no other than Deadlock and judging by his consent thrashing and cursing he likely sensed the panic and worry coming their spark bond. Ah, this was going to take some time to explain.

^_^

Ooooooohhhhh i LIKE THIS!!!!!!

[im-just-echo]

The forest spun.

Each heartbeat thudded like a war drum in his ears. His body refused to shift, it wouldn’t shift. The poison was working too well, knotting his blood, dragging him down into a half-wolf, half-dead nightmare.

This was how it ended. Alone. Drunk on pain. Hunted. Too slow to kill the ones who had slipped the needle into his back. Too proud to call for help. Typical.

He’d closed his eyes expecting darkness. Instead, a figure burned into his vision like fire against snow.

Red hair, slightly curled and shoulder length. Bright as the setting sun. A face pale and severe, with eyes like rusted iron catching the moonlight. Kneeling over him.

A spirit. Surely. A keeper of the dead. His time had come.

“Spirit, I'm ready.. now,” he whispered, throat raw.

The figure snorted. “I’m not here to take you. Hold still.”

Then pain exploded across his senses. And cool fingers against his chest. Something bitter forced past his lips.

He choked.

And then, breath. His lungs opened. The fire in his veins dulled.

“You’re not..” he croaked. “You’re not death?”

“No.” A voice full of annoyance and strange tenderness. “I’m a medic. Ratchet. Try not to die.”

Deadlock blinked up at him.

He wasn’t glowing anymore. Or maybe he never was.

Just a young man. Tired. Sharp-edged. Pale bruised hands smeared with dirt and tincture. His Jaw clenched, eyes tight as he worked in light too dim for human eyes.

Beautiful.

Still unreal.

“ I’ll live?” he asked, as his vision swam and colors blurred, the world taken over by fiery orange red.

Ratchet didn’t look up from grinding herbs with his knife handle. “If you stop talking and let me finish.”

[fernacular]

Ratchet enters the multiverse!

I'm proud to present my piece for this years @tf-bigbang !!!

Thank you so much to my amazing partner for this Reverse Bang Saphire Dance! Please check out her companion fic Doctor Doctor, it's funny and adorable and so so good. "An accident in Brainstorm's lab brings Ratchet down to discover he's already there. Leave it to Brainstorm to mess with the multiverse. Two Ratchets quickly becomes three. How many Ratchets can the Lost Light handle?"

[maukiki1]

Go random bullshit go

Jumpscare warning

[runicarbiter02]

I’m sure this is a very common take, but I haven’t had any motivation to write fandom stuff lately, so I wanted to get this little bit down while I had the inspiration

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Being the human partner of a Cybertronian, any Cybertronian really, and turning this huge, hulking, intimidating bot into a giant mechanical cat with some gentle touches, some kisses, and sweet words. Standing on your bot’s shoulder, gently stroking a hand over their cheekplate, and listening to that earthshaking rumble of their engine as they purr. Your bot gently nudging you with their cheek or nose when you stop, silently insisting the continued touch and affectionate words. Your bot mass displacing and crawling into your bed, arranging pillows on your lap before laying their head down and promptly falling into a well deserved recharge. (Let’s pretend that they wouldn’t shatter the bed frame just by putting a little weight on it, lmao-) Your bot trying to teach you chirolinguistics, not realizing that you don’t have the same kinds of sensors in your palm as they do, leaving you incredibly confused. Your bot relishing in the tiny flickers of unabashed emotion they get from your very weak organic EM field. Singing softly to your bot, only for them to croon one of their favorite Cybertronian tunes right back, and the both of you giggling over just how vastly different your music is from each other’s. Your bot trying to teach you the Cybertronian language, and you trying to teach them about human art/literature/philosophy/etc. You and your bot being soft and cute and fluffy. Send tweet 🏃‍♀️💨

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I hope you don’t mind me tagging you, but you’re the one who motivated me to get back into writing!!! This lil drabble certainly isn’t my best work, but it’s the most I’ve done in awhile, haha @revelboo

[diaryofa-loser]

Healing my dratchet heart ♥️♥️

[y0ureviltwin]

Here is the completed art that was the winner of the poll! Some lovely Dratchet art using TFP Ratchet and my TFP design for Drift. This picture is very loosely inspired by the fic Spark Burn by milkman7 over on AO3.

I'm thinking I'm gonna work on the Megarod sketch next, as a treat ❤️

Link to the full pic as well as the fic (because that is not tumblr appropriate either lol) below the cut!

Full pic: Let's get NASTY!

Fic link: Spark Burn

[keferon]

Imagine you got turned into a mech and teleported to the middle of the Quintesson attack on Cybertron. But the catch is - all the characters whose Transformers toys/figures you own are in your squad and they are on your side.

If you have two Megatrons or like three Ratchets you can have all of them. Can't wait to see if someone's squad is just them and their 200 Bumblebees

[vi050iv]

WOOAAAHHHH ITS A DOODLE DUMP (some of my fav insta asks + other wips I’ve been jumping around + a silly interaction between me n my lil sis)

[sparkriddledfever]

I'm normally not big on babies, however, i can't help but melt at the thought of these tough, war torn bots cooing and playing with the little uns.

Optimus is usually a busy mech, always at the ready should someone need him. Though it's tough for this soft giant to peel himself away from the cooing baby in their playpen; call it whatever you want but it makes his coding purr happily whenever the baby squeals joyfully when he comes into sight.

"Have you been good for your parent?"

Cue baby babbles.

"So I heard."

He's always got that baby to sleep easily. Nobody knows how he does it, but the parent appreciate it all the same.

Ratchet no matter how many times he tried to deny it. His day and others in the medbay brightens up when the liaison swings by with their bundle of joy. It took so much to keep himself from cooing when the liaison points at him "Who's that, huh? Is thhaaatt Ratchet? Wanna say hi hi?"

His spark clenches when the baby cries after getting their updated shots. He may be a grouchy grump, but he never liked hearing little uns cry so he may or may not have played peek a boo which made that smile come back quickly.

No, First Aid, he does not have a clue what you are talking about. If he finds out this gets out, he will skewer your lines.

Drift and Rodimus always seem to find their way to get some playtime in with the youngest crew member. Drift definitely felt himself ascend to some place cause the little gummy smile with the two teeth peeking out up at him had him dying and crying.

"They're so cute," he sobbed, "how do you do it?"

"Oh trust me, It takes a lot to keep myself from kissing their cheeks aggressively at bay."

Rodimus making funny faces or tickling them always makes his day. He definitely ranked them to the "most official cutest baby around".

No, Rodimus, you cannot throw them in the air.

Bumblebee is always so good with kids, but imagine his surprise when they start picking themselves up. He had to drop everything, lower to his knees and watched in awe as they started slowly and stumble their way over to him on their feet.

Frag it! He should have a camera! This is important! He cheers when they collapse in his servos, door wings fluttering while quickly comm'ing their parent.

Jazz is another mech who got a soothing presence. He always entertain the baby babbles, humming them to sleep, etc. He's the most relax and easy going that you could call them buddies since the baby is always wanting JUST him if Optimus is not there at the base.

He always laugh when they squeal happily at the sight of him. Taking them into his arms and going on a "lil ride" around the base.

Ironhide. Ohhhh, he was a sucker immediately. He can hide it under all that grouch like Ratchet, but the little tiny hands on his while holding their bottle made him vent. His optics are staring fondly as sleepy, dropping eyes stared back.

Don't tell him about the fact when you press your thumb against their foot their toes curl. Almost to mimic as if they're curling their hands around your finger.

"Why are you fraggers so cute?"

"What was that, Ironhide?"

"Nothing."

[theangrycomet-art]

Drift's Bug Collection

TFP Drift/Deadlock and his Jettrine Redo

Saw a take (i think it was from @bumblebee-enjoyer) that's RiD Jetstorm and Slipstream should have a scarab motif and I loved that and i've been needing to redo my designs since i have a better grasp on TFP design rules so Tada!

Random Headcannons I played with when drawing this:

Minicons's frames' are known to to reflect their Deployer and what kind of bond they have

when Minicons bond with new Deployers, it is not uncommon for them to go through "growing pains" depending on the state of the previous bond/how willing the minicon bonded to their next Deployer

The first to change is their biolights/eyes, next is their upper armor, followed by their limbs

This is a gradual process, though the process is known to be accelerated if the Minicon is very fond of their Deployer

Drift/Deadlock is unaware of any of this

Kofi Page | Commissions Open

[cozzzynook]

TFP Dratchetrod idea

During a patrol that Ratchet had to attend since Wheeljack had damage his leg after getting into a scuffle with some cons Ratchet senses the presence of two familiar bots with his spark bond. After patching up the former wrecker the medic wanders through the forest allowing his bond to guide him, just as Ratchet is about to head back he suddenly hears a branch snap. Before the medic can turn around he is suddenly tackled into a bear hug by two very joyful speedsters.

Drift and Hot Rod spend a few moments peppering Ratchet with kisses and cuddles before heading back to the base. Optimus and Bee are a little shocked that they didn't realise the two speedsters were coming to earth but are thankful they arrived safely. The rest of the day is spent cuddling in a pile in Ratchet's hab while also catching up while Roddy tells Ratchet about his and Drift's space adventures.

😭😭😭😭🥹🥹🥹 this is so cute!!!

Ratchet deserves to be spoiled by his two loves!!

[im-just-echo]

Gladiator Orion AU

Drabble from the two part fic I'm working on for ratchet/drift and how they found their sparkling! You guys are gonna love this noodle baby! Im working on some art now but sparklings are hard 😭

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Ratchet froze.

The streetlights barely reached the base of the clinic, casting long, heavy shadows over the figure. He took a cautious step forward, then another. His optics adjusted, scanning for details.

A sparkling.