#the menace that is Miko Nakadai

[witchofthesouls]

Miko and smokescreen?....do you have any hc at the moment?

Oh, I actually wrote a one-shot about these two on AO3. The username is the same. I used to go by TheMidniteOwl on it but decided to synch my Tumblr and AO3 accounts up.

Okay, so these two dumbasses have so much chaotic energy, that they're bound to gravitate to one another. Like calls to like.

They're both virgins.

Miko comes from a very competitive, stringent society, so she has a lot of pressure to do absolutely excellent and thought Jasper would have been a great place to have a summer romance with a foreigner before hitting the entrance exams back home. Too bad Jasper is ridiculously tiny.

Smokescreen was a raw recruit during the last stages of the siege of Iacon before getting assigned to Alpha Trion that's immensely busy shuttling artifacts into deep space. So no action for him.

Miko is far more forward compared to Smokescreen and far more willing to explore and initiate things.

Between her curiosity and his lack of restraint got the mech a handy after some desert racing and some talk about their homes.

It's not that Smokescreen is shy, he's just very aware of the size differences, has no experience with a partner, let alone an organic one, and has some ingrained cultural practices and taboos as well.

Miko is far more perceptive than people think she is. (She figured out Arcee is something else, hunted down an Insecticon, and utilized the Apex Armor against far more experienced foes.) She can tell when Smokescreen is uncertain or confused (waffling his hands over her clothes), has no idea what to do (playing with her belt), or is deadset against (Do NOT tap the middle of his chestplate).

Plus, Bulkhead will kick his aft straight into a volcano to melt him down and use his reforged corpse to slit Megatron's throat.

If she ever finds out about his valve, she will scream and explore every single nook and cranny of his array just to watch him light up and keen.

Smokescreen will return the favor. He's going to be confused with the lack of biolights and nodes, but he's an enthusiastic sort and wants to figure out Miko.

When Miko found out that Cybertronian dicks are called spikes. She had an absolute field day with that information because her foster family has a dog named Spike.

Of course, she takes the dog to the base.

This girl stares straight into these mechs' optics and introduces her Spike.

The Autobot mechs are dying inside. Smokescreen is straight-up terrified. And Arcee is living it up with double entendres and innuendos. Miko knows exactly what she's doing and does the exact thing.

Smokescreen knows he's in trouble when he starts daydreaming of soft, pretty hands, and spends more time in the shower rack since it's loud enough to drown out his vents and vocalizer.

Since he's Praxian, the others don't side-eye his behavior since Seekerkin tend to be very meticulous with their frames.

Vosians are known for their vanity and Praxians dislike dust and gravel in their seams and joints and cables, especially in their sensory panels.

Nevada is purely sand and dust, so it doesn't strike them as odd or out-of-character.

Because Miko is a menace and an absolute fiend, she finds ways to tease her space-boy.

Deliberating eating strawberry icicles and ice cream pops in front of him.

Giving his frame a car wash as she introduces her 'classmate' to her foster family. She finds out that a holomatter can be very realistic, including sweating.

Her crowning achievement, however unintentional it was, is finding a Hot Wheels toy similar enough to him to repaint and show it to him.

"I guess you're my favorite Hot Wheels, space-boy."

Smokescreen slammed his brakes so hard, he gave her a minor concussion over his stuttering fuel pump and spasming spark, vents hiccuping steam as his AC systems are completely shot.

Definitely, in the top ten awkward moments in his life when he drove her to Jasper Hospital and had to explain why...

It competes with the explanation he needs to give at the base when Mrs. Darby fusses over Miko.

'Hot Wheels' is an extremely provocative expression to ground-frames. It's beyond flirtation and has connotations of sinful debauchery and vice: The absolutely filthy things I shall do to you that will set your very tires on fire.

[yuki2sksksk]

I wanna a Transformers fic with Miko successfully making the Autobots using gen Z slang

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Transformers Tuesday

(Happy birthday, @crazyfanatic97 ! Hard to believe it's been ten years since we first started throwing this au around!)

So this comes from an au that began ten years ago and has been morphing and evolving ever since. The premise involves the cast of Transformers Prime, ten years later and preparing for Jack Darby and Miko Nakadai's impending wedding. But considering this is Miko, who is a magnet for chaos whether or not she is instigating it, nothing -- nothing -- goes as planned.

"Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue" isn't supposed to refer to becoming a new variation on techno-organics. Especially not when you're about to say your vows.

"Mikoooo!" The little flower girl scrambled up on her tiptoes. "I can't reach. Pick me up."

Miko snorted. "Kiddo, if I could reach you past this skirt, I would." Not that she was regretting the design. Sure, it was a little opulent for the small chapel they were using, but it was a variation of the design she'd scribbled in her sketchbook when she was six.

Minus the magical girl wand and the bazooka, of course. She was a grown woman now, and had to leave childish ideas behind. A buck knife was much more practical to keep on standby, and far easier to conceal.

Lilian Darby folded her arms and pouted. "But I gotta tell you a secret!" she insisted.

Knowing Lili, this "secret" was most likely information that Miko already knew. Or else it was an unflattering opinion June wouldn't let her express in public. Still, Miko did her best to crouch without completely tangling her legs in her gown.

"Okay, spill. What's the secret?" she asked with a grin.

Triumphantly, her future sister-in-law threw her short arms around Miko's neck and whispered in her ear, "Jack talks in his sleep if he eats right before bed."

"Pfft!" Miko clapped a hand over her mouth. "Lili, I don't know how to tell you this, but I've been on enough missions with Jack to know it ain't just if he eats before bed. He always talks in his sleep."

"Yeah," said Lilian, rolling her eyes, "But it's all boring stuff, talking to the Prime guy, except when it's right after dinner! That's when he says funny stuff."

Well, Miko supposed that was better than some of the things she'd heard when they were offworld with Unit E missions. She knew Lilian had never gotten to meet Optimus Prime. The little girl had no context for the things her half-brother mentioned in his sleep. But Miko knew that Jack missed Optimus as much now as he had ten years ago. She did, too.

"Well, if he says anything blackmail-worthy on the honeymoon, I'll tell you," Miko said, only half serious. She put the flower girl down and wobbled to her feet. "Gah! My feet fell asleep!"

Or at least, she thought that's what the sensation was. It was similar enough to pins and needles that shaking out her legs brought her some relief. But for just a second, it almost felt like her skin was crawling. Like static electricity against her flesh.

Just nerves, Miko, she told herself. Shake it off.

Two more hours before the wedding.

What could go wrong?

[annabelle-creart]

Headcanon for Life of Rescue Bots Au.

Who and how they are? Part 2:

Part 1

Long distance family, secondary characters and important extras into the show

Soundwave

Possition/proffesion: fugitive, ex decepticon’s communication chief

Pronouns: they/them but everyone uses he/him because they don’t know their preferences

Main hand: left, but learned to use both (and the tentacles)

Design: this post

Main treats:

Has the tendency to hide, hears something: hide; see something: hide; is with Heatwave: hides behind him.

Even if Soundwave is completely independent and capable of take care of themself and their menaces creatures, is completely dependent on Heatwave each time they see him, is their way so show vulnerability.

Don’t think wrong, they’re still the gigachad who send Arachnid to a moon and kill the senate in name of Megatron, they’re just a tired papa.

Is normal for everyone to confuse their kids but Soundwave never does, Frenzy is dark purple and blue like papa Soundwave, Rumble is black and red.

Living family: Heatwave (Triplet-spark, the third one was Shockwave), Rumble and Frenzy (twin-sparks, like daughter and son), Madeline Pynch friend-partner about to be something), Ravage (cat), Laserbeak (best friend), Priscilla (like daughter in law), Cody (like nephew)

Bulkhead

Possition/profession: G.H.O.S.T’s hunter, ex autobot, ex wrecker (that’s not true)

Pronouns: he/him

Main hand: right-handed

Design: current TF Prime design

Main treats:

Laughs really hard

Best hugs in town

Bigger than Boulder but acts like the lil’ sibling just to piss them off (and Heatwave)

Living family: Boulder (twin-spark), Heatwave (brother in law), Wheeljack (weird relationship but loves him anyway), Miko (best friend, like lil sister), Cody (like nephew)

Optimus Prime

Possition/proffesion: G.H.O.S.T’s hunter, autobot leader in secret

Pronouns: he/him

Main hand: both

Design: current TF Earthspark design

Main treats:

Dad jokes

Protects his team like his family

Too afraid to lose another one so keeps acting like G.H.O.S.T’s doghound

Living family: Elita, Megatron and Ratchet (conjuxes), Bumblebee (like son), the Maltos (friends and kids), literally all autobots, Rescue Team, at least the ones who are still alive, he protects them all because he cares, and a lot.

Elita-1

Possition/proffesion: G.H.O.S.T’s hunter, autobot

Pronouns: she/her

Main hand: both

Design: current TF Earthspark design

Main treats:

Fight to teach discipline and strength

She cares a lot, but hides it better from G.H.O.S.T

Living family: Optimus and Ratchet (conjuxes), Megatron (friend?), everyone who needs a hand, definitely

Megatron

Possition/proffesion: G.H.O.S.T’s hunter, ex decepticon leader

Pronouns: he/him

Main hand: left-handed, learned to use both

Design: fusion between Tf Prime and Tf Earthspark current designes

Main treats:

Angry dad, only get calm if he watch My little Pony

Misses everyone to much but betrayed them a lot to admit it

All hopes on the Terrans

Living family: Optimus (conjux), the rest… is hard to talk about it.

Arcee

Possition/proffesion: G.H.O.S.T’s hunter, autobot

Pronouns: she/her

Main hand: right-handed

Design: fusion between Tf Prime and Tf Earthspark current designes

Main treats:

Really serious, maybe too much

Bad joker, great fighter

Would kill Megatron if necessary only to bring back all the dead ones

Living family: family? What’s that? The autobots that remained are just comrades, but Jack is a fellow friend

Jack Darby

Possition/proffesion: G.H.O.S.T’s hunter, ex seal, autobot spy

Pronouns: he/him

Main hand: learned to use both

Design: older than Tf Prime design, on his 30’s, stronger, and with shorter hair

Main treats:

“Miko, wait!”

Take a moment to enjoy sunset

Leader habilities, but it took him a while for his team to listen to him

Living family: June Darby (mom), Arcee (best friend and comrade), Miko Nakadai (friend and comrade), Rafael Esquivel (like lil sibling)

Miko Nakadai

Possition/proffesion: G.H.O.S.T’s hunter, ex seal, autobot spy, wrecker

Pronouns: she/her

Main hand: right-handed

Design: buff, stronger, punk, on her 30’s, of course piercings and tattoos but they are really hidden

Main treats:

“Miko, yes!”

“Wanna dance?” While using the apex armor, she keeps it in secret from G.H.O.S.T

The most condecorated from the seals, the most brave autobot and the most loyal wrecker

Living family: parents, but they live in Japan, Bulkhead (like brother and comrade, had been working together since she was a teen), Jack and Rafael (like lil siblings), Wheeljack (friend and comrade), don’t know if to add Boulder but likes them anyway

Rafael Esquivel

Possition/proffesion: informatic scientist, software engineer and autobot spy

Pronouns: he/him

Main hand: left-handed

Design: taller than Jack and Miko, on his 30’s, skinny but healthy, messy hair and long big clothes

Main treats:

Shrimp pose

Knows to write and read cybertronian

Loves yogurt, but can’t live only with it

Living family: all his big latin family, Bumblebee (fellow friend but haven’t see him in a while), Jack, Miko, Bulkhead, Arcee, Ratchet and Optimus are his most dearest and nearer friends)

Bumblebee

Possition/proffesion: ???, autobot spy

Pronouns; he/him

Main hand: right-handed

Design: fusion between Tf Earthspark and Tf Rescue Bots designes

Main treats:

Can talk, prefers to not. He lost his voice but managed to get a new one

First soldier, then Malto’s babysitter, then scout again

Living family: he misses Raf and the rest of the Prime Team, but definitely don’t miss Meg

William Fowler

Possition/proffesion: federal agent, ambassador, ex seal, autobot spy

Pronouns: he/him

Main hand: right-handed

Design: current Tf Prime design

Main treats:

Angry man

Deserves some vacation

Don’t trust in G.H.O.S.T, and never will, but his bosses needs to answers

Living family: his wife and kids but he travels a lot,

Chris (canon but not as important/ft. Multiversal visitor)

Possition/proffesion: being a pain in the ass/Griffin Rock’s best decorator (not so true)

Pronouns:she/her/it/its

Main hand: both

Design: she’s a shapeshifter and not even from this universe, but usually red headed and dress like if she was on vacation

Main treats:

Blades is her favorite bot

“What did you say, bitch?”

Piss off the people in general is her hobby, till everyone is to upset with her to forgive her

Living family: Blades (best friend, only one who can stand her), Nani, Jack and Heatwave (another Jack) (supervisors), Sissi (she HATES her, but hate is a way of love(not true))

Dorothea “Dot” and Alex Malto

Possition/proffesion: wife and husband, she’s a forest keeper and ex soldier, he’s a history teacher

Designes: Tf Earthspark current designes

Main treats:

Alex is OBSSESED with Transformers, Dot is OFF about Transformers

Of all the Transformers that exist, Dot decided to be friends with the decepticon leader (Alex was a little piss of but because he was scared of Meg)

Loving birdies, I love them too

Living family: their kids (Mo, Robbie, Twitch, Trash, Hashtag, Jawbreaker and Nightshade), their parents but don’t visit them a lot, they take care of Sissi, Bee is friend with Alex

Robby and Mo Malto. The Malto Bots

Possition/proffesion: siblings, Robby’s the older, Mo is the little

Main hand: humans are right-handed, bots use both hands

Designes: Tf Earthspark season 1 current designes

Main treats:

‘This is my brother. This is my sister’🎶

If Robby’s not with Hashtag and Twitch, and Mo is not with Trash and Jawbreaker, take care, something’s wrong

Bumblebee’s #2 best teacher, the first one is their dad

Nightshade prefers to be alone because feel like the rest don’t stand them but that’s not right, they just don’t understand Nightshade at some point

Living family: each other, the grandparents, Team Prime are great second parents, Sissi is a friend of them… all, except bad people

And of course

ALL GRIFFIN ROCK CAST

Multicultural but united

[dorimei]

ultra magnus: so what are your new year goals?

reader: we have been banned from every major city’s public transport system

miko: except london

reader: we don’t know what their limit is but we will fucking find it

[wreckadai]

Olympian Aesthetics

(repost, don’t reblog!)

 Miko Nakadai

APHRODITE / LOVE.

laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger

 APOLLO / SUN.  

glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a tinder account

 ARES / WAR.  

armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath

 ARTEMIS / WILDERNESS.

keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, dishevelled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling

 ATHENA / WISDOM.  

discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armour that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colours, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes

 DEMETER / HARVEST.

soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air

 DIONYSUS / MADNESS.

drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause

 HEPHAESTUS / CRAFTSMANSHIP.  

the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles

 HERA / MARRIAGE.  

resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold

 HERMES / MESSENGER.

devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers

 POSEIDON / SEA.  

storm with skin, colourful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow

 ZEUS / SKY.  

thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch

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tagging: @screechingtires, @consequentson, @delusionalseeker, @tiny-mighty-wrecker and whoever else wants to do it

[witchofthesouls]

The image if mostly asleep optimus biting scruff bar and puring ab squirmy Mi,o back to sleep is delightful

Feral sparkling of the Wastelands pre-Orion Pax strikes again!

Orion Pax/Optimus is very self-conscious about that. He really tries to minimize the overt behaviors, especially as someone who literally bypassed all the regulations to land in the Archives right under the prestigious posting of being under Alpha Trion. Because the Head Archivist had personally selected Orion Pax himself, the most people could do is hide their poisonous words under a thin veneer of barely held courtesy. Just waiting for Orion Pax to be stripped of his role and kicked out...

Orion became very self-aware of what is and isn't 'appropriate,' and models himself as a survival tactic. Unfortunately, it carried over to Megatronus and his crew. Orion once got severely chewed out by the mech for sneaking past the security systems to be around the far more dangerous beasts. Megatronus thought Orion was being stupid in the mid/high-caste 'let me poke at the very rare wild animal that constantly needs to be sedated when not in the ring.' Meanwhile, Orion had gone to pick the lock because he personally knows the creature. Far more intelligent than what the city-mechs believe. Orion knows exactly how to communicate to them to give one solid chance of escaping.

That's a long way of saying that Orion Pax was never allowed to be alone in the Pits again after that incident where a Maganese Mountain Umbra Puma ran rampant before bolting free.

But yes, Optimus does it to Miko and Jack.

[witchofthesouls]

If you're willing to give it, I'd love to hear your assesment of just how much psychic damage would a TFP Tarn take in a Souls=Sparks Soulmate/Sparkmate AU under a given set of circumstances. Cause virgin zelot Tarn would be having trauma feelings about the matter under good circumstances and i kinda want to put him in a situation.

So Sparkmates hear their Sparkmate when their Other half makes music. Tarn was shocked to hear when he was humming the empyrian suite to snuff a traitor's spark a soft crooning chirp badly echoing it back to him. And it kept hapening. Eventualy joined by terrible but steadily improving atempts to play some sort of stringed instrument. He has a Sparkmate! Aparently some sort of musicaly inclined newspark perhaps one of the lost colonies has a functioning hot spot? Tarn eventualy made a game as they were nearing their predictable recharge cycle to sing and improvise the Deceticon Battle Anthem with them. Just so their cargivers knew there was a correct side and his mate is brought up properly.

One day there is a single staccato burst of vitriolic trills then absolute silence. No response to anything music he makes. Since Lord Megatron ordered him to some planet called Earth for the final conflict with the Autobots he can't even search for the newspark. It's a race to beat Prime's reinforcements to the planet.

Tarn is in a poor mood when there's no room for The Peaceful Tyranny to dock on the Nemisis. The invasion of this mudball has thrown the Six Phases out the air lock. Aparently someone's ship made an emergency landing in a major city. During a planatary wide broadcast. During which they proceded to trash said city live, blaring the Deceticon Battle Anthem. Worse Megatron ordered the 'cons using the organic's language. The data download still feels wrong on his glossa. To top the bad day off, Lord Megatron wants the Autobots' personal pet squishies brought to him alive. So he has to look out for ten or so specific squishies. Several of which have been inducted into the Wreckers. Including a juvenile menace who managed to steal the Apex Armor to lethal effect.

The prospect of taking an Autobot base raises Tarn's batterd spirits just a bit. Right up untill one of the pets he's been ordered to live capture starts blaring music and explosions start going off. Of course it's a fragging trap. When the lyrics start a familiar, now intelligible, voice rusty with disuse begins to sing along bitterly inside his helm.

...

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Miko/Tarn.

[witchofthesouls]

A small snippet of the TFP!Other!humans-into-Cybertronians AU: In which, the Autobots take out the kids to swim and Prime fishes for a wayward Seeker.

Perhaps Arcee would have been far more miffed being sidelined, but the scene and company made up for it.

Raf was a little heat-seeker, even when half-asleep. Blindly searching for greatest sources of warmth as his snout snuffled against her burning plating, his body rumbled as he snuggled against the expelling vents.

Jack, freshly toweled and fully exhausted by the day, had slipped into a nap with little fuss in her lap. Arcee idly stroked his back, right between his wingspan. Jack twitched, mumbling something, flicking his dark wings and shifted to a more comfortable position, further relaxing his usually tight grip on his field, letting it tentatively mingle into her in his strange, shy manner.

While Arcee was a dedicated post for sleepy sparklings, Optimus had stood still like a stone-faced statue in waist-deep water, staring deeply into the dark depths and hadn’t moved for the past twenty minutes. Ignoring the crows that decided that he was an excellent perch as they called out and poked about his frame.

Meanwhile, Buckhead and Bumblebee were further out, calling out for Miko from the other side of the oasis, splashing waves to hopefully force her out of her underwater bolthole. They tossed the Quint-looking plushie back and forth to see if it triggered the sparkling’s prey-drive. 

If anything it made it far more creepier, even with the distance she could still feel its multiple beady eyes as it bobbed, twinkling with malice as its fat, soft tentacles swayed with the ripples. One of the mechs pulled the thing before it propelled itself away.

The blackbirds immediately shrieked as twenty tons of metal moved fast-

Jack jolted awake -pulling back to himself in that jarring sensation of a mecha too far out of range or snuffed out- and was treated to sight of a wet Optimus with an equally wet Miko screeching defiance at her interrupted playtime.

The murder resettled around Arcee’s position, chirring and chortling.

“Nice catch there, Optimus,” she called out.

His words were drowned out by the unholy racket from thrashing sparkling.

:: Did- :: Bumblebee chimed in from the wayside. :: Did he just fished out her like a bear!? ::

“With all the things that happened recently, this is what stalls you?” Bulkhead laughed as he made his way back.

(But yes. Yes, he did. No, Arcee wasn’t going to outright confirm it.)

Miko decided to switch her assault and attempted to dig her claws into the soft cables of his wrists. In response, Optimus shook her like a hound with their unruly pup by the scruff. Water and debris flew wildly from both of them. Bulkhead got hit by stray pebbles. Sand splattered Optimus. A stray twig found itself next to a still dozing Raf -the little Predacon slept like a brick of concrete.

He stopped when Miko was limp and quiet. Optimus pulled her up, dangling her out, face to face and safe from clawing and kicking range.

The bear comparison was on point, especially with his expression.

“Do not do that again, little one,” Optimus intoned. When she made no noise, his engines idled as he drew out her name in warning. “Miko…”

Speckled with sand and underwater plant-life, she finally made an assenting chirp.

As punishment, Miko rode inside Optimus’ cab back to base, wrapped up tightly to form the planet’s angriest egg-shaped bundle.

The videos were Christmas card-worthy.

(Later on, Bumblebee made a GIF to pay homage to Angry Birds.)