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[kissingraine]

not to be dramatic but i’m lying in a shallow grave whispering “she sang to him” over and over. this feels like band of brothers meets fragile civilian in the snow, and now i’m unwell. when’s chapter 3 for sun bleached flies? i need more frostbitten war trauma bonding before i freeze completely. pls, i’m begging you 😩

UHM???? band of brothers mentioned????😧 yall clearly have taste and im struggling to meet the expectations. here's ch3🫴🏻

Sun Bleached Flies — TF One Seekers x f!Reader (3)

While their weapons power up, Thundercracker's comms fizzle back to life—half-expecting it's Starscream's voice that comes through but Sky's panicked warbling neither disappoints or surprises him. He expected that one of them would notice he was deep in the Pit, their link making itself known and equally making him aware of their positions across the globe. Thundercracker cuts it off deliberately, can't bear to hear or know what Star wants to say about his situation. Worse, what the air commander won't say. Because he'll still feel it.

And that's much, much worse.

Skywarp portaled as fast as he could. Their link reconnected, somehow, after an entire decivorn. He had been minding his own business, about to start another mindless fight—until this spark-wrenching feeling of eternal dread comes over him, and he's spiraling. He's in danger. No, he isn't. But somebody else is. Starscream? Thundercracker? Come to think of it, he hasn't come back from his usual patrol. And they may have suppressed the neural link for an increasingly long time, but Sky knows in himself he would never tuck tail and turn to run when his brothers need him most.

Reckless as he was, the last one thrown into the battlefield and not giving him enough time to fully develop like Star and TC, barging in unannounced was his entire aesthetic. Only this time, his fellow trine needed him. And it's only due to his infamy that the pair of Auto-scum flee when they sense his EM field enter their processors. Skywarp shifts his plating to his mech form, landing on the ground with a rumble while his pedes slide through the snow. Thundercracker glances up and groans.

“Don't start.”

“I haven't said anything!” Skywarp raises both servos, noticing how the blue Seeker's repair protocols were working overtime to fix internal damage. The wing? Not so much. “Yet,” added Thundercracker, his hand remaining circled around you but not touching.

It's only when the other mech notices that there's one of those tiny organic natives just peeking out from behind his brother's ghosting hold. Thought he was just seeing things until the heat signature registered. Thundercracker's internal comms spring to life with his brother's voice box: “Are you going to keep that thing?” Skywarp immediately receives a glare. “She's not a thing. She's a native of this planet.”

The purple mech frowns behind his battle mask. “Exactly! Who do you think is gonna have our afts when Star finds out and he will?”

Thundercracker manages to roll his optics at Skywarp's valid worrying. He knows this was a mistake. Dragging another species into it always was. Earth became a temporary base to recuperate from the Prime's growing army and they had been fortunate enough to establish their headquarters on the ball of dirt. The supreme leader hated your kind, still new and young. Impulsive. He's half the reason why Starscream's been working so, so hard for the trine. And if the air commander ever found out, so will Megatron. Contrarily, if Thundercracker decided to let you go there's no telling if you won't squeal to your race's militia. And he could leave you for dead but he kind of owes you his life after acting like his meat shield.

• You have absolutely no idea what the two are talking about. Not sure if it's a them thing because all these two giants were doing was staring into each other's souls, maybe an exaggerated movement here and there. You could be hallucinating now that you were steadily losing a lot of blood. And feeling a lot colder than before actually. Or was it warmer? Whichever it was, your eyelids were growing heavier. Everything felt slow. Distant. Like trying to remember a dream while still half inside it. It's only the unfamiliar sound of choral dissonance between your new robot companions that keeps you barely aware. It bypasses your ears—you don't just hear it; you're perceiving it vibrating through your molars, bones and in your bloodstream. Not exactly a pleasant experience, not painful either just somewhat bothers you.

He's switched to Cybertronian because speaking in your tongue might spook you accidentally, “TC, look, I don't know if you've noticed but your tiny organic's temperature is slowly dropping.”

“Better to just leave it here. Doesn't look like it's going to survive much longer anyway.” He gestures to you and you don't even react, leaning against the palm of his brother's hand with a faraway look in your downcast eyes. Bruised and battered like Thundercracker was. He wonders if that's why the blue Seeker was so attached to you. Even if his brother won't say it out loud, he can feel it. What he can't understand is why though.

The blue mech ex-vents. Maybe Sky's right. As part of the Decepticons, leaving you to your own fate without dying at their hands is the most logical option. The most logical option and yet, he feels his energon lines prickle against his plating at the thought. He doesn't move. Not yet. Just watches you shiver against the curve of his servos while he flicks away the snow that's gathered on the roof of your tiny head using a servo—and he tells himself that the way his spark twitches is because of the cold.

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[cheschesterpossum]

They use us to kill scraplets like we use our cats to kill spiders

(Bot: go, my scarab)

Bot: look there, the scraplet, right in the corner

Human:*looks up and sees the scraplet*

Bot:*carries us to the corner* c'mon, hit it

Human:*hits the scraplet but it falls on the ground and runs toward the bot's pedes*

Bot: AAAAH NOOO WHY DIDN'T YOU KILL IT AAHAAAAH!!

Human: you didn't specify to kill it >:)

the human watching the bot freaking out at the scraplet

Would be funny if instead of killing scraplet how cybertronians want us to, we ended up domesticating scraplets and build an army.

[dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice]

POV: You’re a British tourist that got lost in the Nevada desert

Bonus 👇:

Part 2

[l3ibnest]

sadness of an employee

and you just want to go home

[rungssparemodelpieces]

Human, cheery: “Hello, Megatron!”

Megatron: “Hello, Human.”

Rodimus, watching at a distance with Ultra Magnus: “Oh, they fuckin’!

Ultra Magnus, confused: “What? They’re just saying hi to each other.”

Human: “How are you today?”

Megatron: “I’m doing well, how about you?”

Rodimus: “OH, they fuckin’! Look at them sparks!”

Ultra Magnus, even more confused: “They’re just talking to each other.”

Human: “Megatron, there is no one I trust more than you.”

Megatron: “I’m glad to hear to it, Human. You’re a very important person to me.”

Magnus, finally realizing: “Oh, they fuckin’!”

Rodimus, going up in flames of excitement: “OH, THEY FUCKIN’!”

[bizarre-disjointed]

hear me out on this chat

[transformers-spike]

Starscream wouldnt be a movie buff like KO but he is similarily worried for his human after seeing any horror movie. Autobot humans stuck in their bots cab, ha, Starscream wont let you TOUCH a car ever again bot when they are death traps

You are staying inside of his cockpit when he's outside - and in his servos when he's on the Nemesis (if not his fucking habsuite)

He claims he's not paranoid or overprotective - he's just trying to keep his human SAFE when they're so ridiculously fragile

[earthsparked]

I have a fun idea for the Lost Light coterie. A human got scared by a unfriendly/threatening bot, but instead of just avoiding the bot, they give them peace offering. It was; in fact, a handmade plushie of the bot. Well...Word got around, and now there is a competition on who can get the most plushies. Primus help them if they spot their human cuddling a plushie of them.

As Jenny Nicholson once said, I am all about a plushie-based economy 👏

[skeletons-can-draw-too]

I find it funny imagining that you finally get to be intimate with a transformer only for them to pull out a usb cable ���

[izsheum]

GOD IM DERANGEDDDDDDDD

thank you ann for showing me the guy who didnt like musicals…ratchet is now The Strange Biology Professor in my head.

sighs dreamily i wish he’d sing and dance to me while i was strapped to a chair and forced to watch

[michaela-o]

I bet my fav pair of pants he would make a tiktok account and post his human on it :"D

( the human is nervous🥹 )

[raspberrighost]

... big metal wife

[cheschesterpossum]

Rodimus imagining the liaison's death for the 10th this week because human's lifespan are very short compared to cybertronian.

LL liaison y/n design 📣 📣 📣 📣

[dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice]

Part 2 of when you’re a British tourist that got lost in the Nevada desert

Part 1

Continue under the cut 👇👇

I gave up shading this part 😭😭

Apologies for the inconsistent comic style idk wtf I'm doing

[l3ibnest]

BIG SISTERS