#two's ocs

[seeyouonsaturn]

All the information I have so far on my girl Dustspin ✈️✨️

Dustspin is made primarily for the Rescue Bots continuity, which automatically puts her into TfP, RiD and RBA as well. She's shipped with Blades because he's my sweet pookie and I must bestow so much love upon him.

She's formerly been mentioned here, here and here.

Dustspin is an Autobot and a member of the Wreckers. Her alt mode is a stunt plane (I have not decided on a specific model as I'm unfamiliar with the breeds) and she loves pulling off risky high-speed maneuvers mid-flight. It helps her clear her head.

Personality wise, she's your typical Wrecker: tough, battle-hardened, and a quick thinker, and she has a playful side that only comes out once she feels comfortable. However, she also carries a lot of trauma from a dark past, which she's never fully healed from. Lastly, she also develops an interest in Earth media.

Backstory under the cut

> Cybertron, the War, and its impact

When the war first broke out, Dustspin sided with the Autobots. Thanks to her ability to outmaneuver enemies and other dangers in flight, she was often utilized to fly into Decepticon-claimed spaces to gather intel, or to aid with aerial attacks. Which is how she first met Hazard – a handsome, intelligent and skilled bot, who seemed just as smitten with her as she was with them. Only, unfortunately, Hazard was a loyal Decepticon.

At first they would meet in secret, cross enemy lines for dates or even sneak away from the battlefield to see each other. But Hazard was always committed to the Decepticon cause, and though they did have strong feelings for Dustspin, they failed to understand why she would stand with the Autobots.

Loyal as they were, the opportunity presented to them didn't go unnoticed. Whether they thought of it themself or if someone found out about their love and coerced them, it doesn't matter in the end, because they saw no issue with the plan: Dustspin was an incredibly valuable source of inside information on the enemy.

Dustspin never truly meant to cause harm to the bots that trusted her, but she was young, and foolish, and she loved Hazard. She loved them more than any stupid war trying to come between them, more than pointless factions. And if they were so deeply, utterly and truly convinced that the Decepticons were right... then maybe it was Dustspin who had it wrong.

The fallout was drastic. The impact of Dustspin's betrayal left those she'd fought with reeling, struggling to take back any semblance of control after the breach of security she'd left them with. Many plans now revealed and far too many crucial details known to the Decepticons, the number of consequential casualties exceeded more than a few.

But it was fine, right? Hazard assured her that she'd done the right thing. And they were together now, finally on the same side and no longer having to hide.

Dustspin never felt quite comfortable among the Decepticons, but she loved Hazard, so she willed herself content. Even when their true colors became more and more blatant, she continued to turn a blind eye to them. How could they possibly be bad, after all, when they loved her so much? They were cold, and unkind, and hungry for power, but they did love their sweet little Dustspin. They never laid a servo on her, even when she misbehaved or spoke out of turn, even when her thoughts veered back to the Autobot propaganda she'd been fed, no matter how hard they tried to show her the truth in the way of the Decepticons. Still, a part of her, somewhere, was never fully convinced.

It was a long time before Dustspin finally gathered the courage and the needed self-reflection to end it. Far too long – far too many battles, far too many deaths. Each had made it harder and harder for her to even hope she could ever return to her old life, but in the end, even that did not matter. She finally knew that Hazard was a monster, no matter how much she loved them or how much they loved her, and she knew she needed to get out, no matter what. If only to finally no longer be complicit in the slaughter of those who used to be her allies.

She never expected the Autobots to trust her again. But Optimus Prime is kind, and even in the worst of times, he wants to believe in second chances. It wasn't an easy road, and it took a very long time and a lot of hard work, but, eventually, Dustspin managed to regain the trust of those she'd betrayed.

The only one who never truly forgave her was herself.

Fueled by self-loathing and anger, Dustspin joined the Wreckers, throwing herself into danger over and over again in an attempt to prove her loyalty, to make up for what she'd done. She didn't care if it killed her. In her mind, she deserved it, and she doubted she'd truly be mourned anyhow. The primary thing that separated her from the others was most certainly her respect for authority – terrified of being marked a traitor once more, Dustspin follows orders without question. She wouldn't dream of defying them, even if she were to be directly ordered to lay down her own life, she wouldn't as much as hesitate. The Autobots took her back, and she owes them everything, including her own spark, if they ask for it.

> Griffin Rock

Following a multitude of space shenanigans and various escapades, Dustspin wound up on the Jackhammer with Wheeljack, eventually headed toward Earth. Now, working directly under Optimus Prime himself was both an honor and utterly nerve-wrecking. As much as she reveres him, even with over a million years having passed, Dustspin can't look him in the optics without guilt. And, while she respects her Prime, she didn't quite understand his affinity for those tiny natives of this planet. They just looked squishy and kind of gross to her.

Sensing that Dustspin would do well without the pressure of having Optimus breathing down her neck at all times, and could use quite a lot of human-bonding-time, and not to mention non-Wrecker team building (bless her, she's used to being surrounded by tough bastards that can take what she dishes out and vice versa), Optimus took her to Griffin Rock. She was not a fan.

There was no way Dustspin was going to defer to a bunch of squishy alien critters. She begrudgingly takes orders from Chief Burns – because Optimus Prime himself directly told her to – but that's it. And she will go on rescue missions, because she is a loyal Autobot and of course she would never let any living creature come to harm if she could help it – never again – but that does not mean she'll like it. She will be complaining the whole time.

She clashes with Blades by far the most. When Dustspin first met him, she felt nothing but contempt for the copter bot. Everything about him rubbed her the wrong way. His constant whining, his anxious nature, the fear of practically everything... when he'd been in stasis throughout the entire war. He never had to experience any of its horrors, none of the pain, none of the terror. He had no right to be the way he was. He'd never been given a reason to be afraid. To say it quite frankly, his innocence pissed her off to unspeakable levels.

Blades, meanwhile, didn't like Dustspin much better himself. A talented flier and a powerful warrior, she's everything he's not, and while he tries not to let these things get to him, sometimes they do. Especially when Dani managed to befriend Dustspin (okay, maybe some of these humans are pretty alright) and got hooked on high-speed stunt flights, inadvertedly leaving Blades without his partner. Dani never meant to make him feel replaced, of course. But she couldn't deny that she was having the time of her life in Dustspin's pilot seat. So long as she kept her hands to herself and away from the controls, Dustspin even found herself enjoying the enthusiastic company.

Then, gradually, things shifted. Dustspin slowly got used to her new family, established herself as part of the team, and started to soften, just a bit. She also discovered that human television is incredibly entertaining – and suddenly, she and Blades would spend their free time together, binging Cupcake Hoarders, and arguing less and less. And maybe it's not his fault that he was in stasis, and maybe she's really just jealous that he was lucky enough to never have anything truly bad happen to him. Maybe it's good that it didn't. Who else among the Autobots can still say they hold any innocence? He's sweet, and he is brave – despite being scared of just about everything, he doesn't let it stop him – and, above all, he is good. For a cynical Wrecker, that's a rare thing to see, much less to believe.

And it's really not his fault he missed the war. Doesn't she think he'd have changed that if he could have? So many of his friends are dead, his entire planet is gone, and he wasn't even there to help. As much as he knows he likely wouldn't have made much of a difference, he'd give everything for the chance to at least try. And Dustspin doesn't really know how to respond to that.

Instead, she shows him how to fly. Sure, he knows how to get off the ground, but he doesn't truly understand it. Doesn't see the motivation, the freedom, the beauty of it. Dustspin coaxes him into going on flights with her, to try to show him that it can be fun if he lets it. Blades is never going to love flying, but he learns to at least appreciate it. Especially when Dustspin manages to get him high enough to go over the cloud cover, where the clouds right beneath you make it feel like you're not even that high up, and the view is downright breathtaking. He still prefers staying on the ground and watching movies, but, alright, maybe it's not that bad. With a friend.

> What comes after

Dustspin doesn't live in Griffin Rock permanently. Rather, she visits periodically, always showing up unannounced and then staying anywhere from a few days to a couple weeks at a time before moving on again. Sometimes she travels around with Wheeljack, looking for trouble; other times she joins up with Team Prime to help them on their missions, as, unlike the Rescue Bot team, she's more than experienced enough to handle Decepticons. Sometimes she's just by herself, exploring the planet she now calls home. Being alone is the only time she can feel at peace, away from all the pressure of proving herself and yet never feeling worthy of anyone's approval. But even so, she always comes back.

Everyone knows when Dustspin and Blades begin to develop feelings for each other. Blades especially is just painfully obvious, it's almost embarrassing to watch. Dustspin is far more subtle, but her visits become more and more frequent, and she's noticably less feisty around him. Nobody is surprised when the two of them start sneaking off inbetween missions (except maybe Heatwave, who really didn't think Blades could pull that).

There's a whole lot of healing that needs to be done though. Neither of them believes themselves to be worthy of the other. Blades is too sweet, too innocent to be with someone broken and blood-stained like her. Dustspin is fearless and competent and could do far better than an aerial bot with a fear of heights. And yet, somehow, it works just right. Dustspin, for the first time, finally gets to experience what love is truly supposed to be like; and she will protect it with all that she has to give.

Which she's going to have to prove when Hazard makes an appearance on Earth.

I haven't seen RiD or RBA yet, but Dustspin is going to settle down permanently on Griffin Rock to be with Blades, so she's going to be involved in the Academy stuff too. Good luck to those kids!

[cardo-de-comer]

Sun is always the calm one. While the Moon has more fps, always moves and wants to gnaw on walls, pace around and destroy timelines, the Sun is the one who prevents the chaos, usually by doing nothing. Or at least that's how I see them.

[beebfreeb]

An Interview with Dot.

[caemidraws]

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[cataclysmcrows]

big fan of when grief drives characters to do fucked up things that are ultimately pointless and do more harm than good rather than just like. going to therapy

[rafeandonlyrafe]

whatever you want

words: 1.5k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, ab riding, tit fucking, semi public sex, established relationship, cumming in mouth, mentions of future and past sex, lots of talk about rafes muscles, reader is kinda described as having big (or at least decent sized) breasts, lots of banter can these bitches just shut up and fuck oh my goddddd

“again.” you call, almost sounding drunk despite being completely sober.

rafe sighs, rolling his eyes, but the side of his lip quirks up, unable to hide how much he likes your fascination.

rafe flexes again, his arms bulging and pecs tightening. you reach out, smoothing your hands over the hard muscles.

“you're so strong.” you coo, sat on rafes lap despite the hot temperature of the day, which resulted in rafe pulling his shirt off.

"you're acting like you've never seen me shirtless before.” rafe says with a chuckle.

“shh, let me appreciate you.” you shake your head. sure, you've seen him shirtless plenty of times but rafe was bulking up for summer and it caused all his muscles to be deliciously defined.

“alright, whatever.” rafe flexes again, not going to argue too much when he has your hands obsessively touching every part of his body.

your hands move down to his stomach, fingers running over his abs. “if you let me ride your abs, i’d let you do whatever you want to me.”

“you-” rafe places his hands on his hips, sitting up straighter. “you want to ride my abs?”

“yeah.” you nod, quirking your head to the side. “you know, like rub my pussy against them.”

“shit, do it right now.” rafe looks down at your short shorts, barely covering more than your underwear does.

“yes!” you squeal out, hopping up and tugging your bottoms and panties off, not caring that you’re in the backyard and anyone could theoretically come by. “lay back.” you instruct.

rafe lays on the couch, smiling up at you as you climb on top of him. “you’ll have to flex for me as im doing this.” you inform rafe, placing your pussy on his abdomen. “especially your pecs.” you poke his chest.

“you’re such a slut for my body.” rafe chuckles, hands coming to your hips, pushing you further down, feeling your wetness as your thighs spread even more open.

“i can’t help that you’re so sexy.” you shrug, hips starting to move back and forth in a slow rock, carefully building up the pace, wanting to enjoy being sat on his stomach.

you lean forward, placing your hands on his chest for stability, pressing your clit further against his muscles. rafe flexes his muscles and they harden underneath you.

“rafe!” you squeal. 

“i guess you like that, huh?” rafes hands squeeze at your hips and lift up, placing you harder back down on his stomach. “oh, you like that too.” he smiles as he bounces you again and you moan out.

“i really like that.” you hum, eyes struggling to stay open with the pleasure, but you want to keep your eyes on rafe beneath you. its rare he lets you take over like this.

you moan as you both bounce, using your knees to go up and down while rafe assists so you don’t get burnt out. 

you pull your top off, revealing the bikini top you’re wearing underneath, ready to go swimming whenever you’re done playing with rafe, needing to get in the water on this sweltering day.

“jesus, your tits are perfect.” rafe smiles as he watches your chest bouncing, sitting up to rub his face in between your pushed together breasts, the bikini top holding them tight together.

“not as perfect as yours.” you giggle, hands squeezing at his chest, palms over his nipples.

“don’t call them tits.” rafe rolls his eyes as he lays back, head against the cushion.

“well, whatever you wanna call them, i fucking love your muscles. your pecs-” you squeeze your hands again, digging into his soft flesh until rafe flexes and they harden. “your biceps-” you move your hands, and rafe flexes again, his muscles bulging. “your abs.” this time you press your pussy down, rubbing against the contours and ridges.

“you’re lucky that you offered to let me do whatever i want to you otherwise i wouldn’t have agreed to this.” rafe smirks.

“oh yeah?” you raise an eyebrow. “what are you gonna do to me?” there’s truly nothing rafe could do to your body that wouldn’t bring you pleasure, you glow just under his attention alone.

“fuck your tits.” rafe smirks, eyes moving down from your face to your chest. “as soon as your done, right here for anyone to see.”

“damn, you could do anything and you don’t want to fuck my asshole or tie me up?” you laugh, expecting something more from rafe.

“you’d let me do all that whenever anyways.” rafe pushes your hips down, grinding you against him. you moan and lean forward, your hands coming back to rafes chest. 

“keep doing that.” you whimper, eyes sliding closed as your mouth drops open, moans filling the air and being carried away by the wind. 

rafe keeps moving, the veins in his forearm flexing as your wetness spreads over his abs, coating them in your slick, allowing your pussy to drag even easier.

“im-im close.” you warn, swallowing thickly.

rafe grunts and increases his hold, tightening his grip on your hips so you can’t slip loose, grinding you down as he flexes his abs, the hardness rubbing against your clit making you moan out, body falling forward as you cum hard, shaking as rafe lets up on you, hands loosening and moving to rub your back.

“fuck.” you whine, snuggling into his chest, letting your hips drop down, feeling rafes hardness pressing against your stomach.

rafe starts to move as you cry out, not ready to do anything more than close your eyes and feel his warmth against your cheek.

“come on, brat.” rafe chuckles. “i wanna fuck your tits while you’re all spaced out from your orgasm. you know i love you like this.” 

you hum a sound thats close enough to agreement that rafe flips you so you’re underneath him, laying on your back on the couch as he stands.

“you’re so gorgeous like this.” rafe says as he undoes his belt buckle, then pushing his pants and underwear down, his hard cock popping up.

“wanna taste.” you whine, eyes still droopy.

“nope.” rafe shakes his head. “we made a deal. i know you like to taste me, but im fucking your tits. take your top off.”

rafe pulls at the strings of your bikini, flinging it away to reveal your pink nipples to the sunlight.

“fine, but will you at least cum a little in my mouth?” you pout as rafe kneels on either side of you, glad that the outdoor couch is big enough for all of these activities.

“sure, baby.” rafe chuckles, just another way of showing how desperate you are for him.

rafes hands land on your tits, palms rubbing on your nipples, feeling them harden against his palms, not unlike when he was flexing his muscles for you earlier.

rafes hands move to the sides of your breasts, pushing them together. “god, you look so fuckable right now.”

“yeah? gonna fuck me later then? maybe out on the boat hm? after you’re done with my tits?”

“the boat, the bed, the counter, the shower, im gonna have you everywhere.” rafe bends down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose.

you smile up at him, a lazy, tired smile. rafe angles his hips down, the head of his cock pushing against the underside of your tits before slipping in between them.

“oh!” your eyebrows raise, surprised at the unusual feeling, but certainly not disliking it as he begins to move back and forth.

“shit.” rafe grunts. “fuck.”

you swat rafes hands away, pressing your tits together for him. rafe leans forward, hands landing on either side of your neck, his face contorted in pleasure directly over yours.

you look down, eyes watching the head of rafes cock appearing and disappearing between your breasts.

“this is- this is fucking good.” rafe grunts, moving faster. “im- im not gonna last very long.”

you stick your tongue out, rafes cock just long enough to hit it with the tip of his cock as he thrusts. you relish the taste, pulling your tongue back into your mouth every couple thrusts to spread the taste.

“thats it, baby.” rafe moans, one hand moving to your mouth, two fingers pulling at the side of your lip, spreading your mouth wider.

you moan out, tongue open and ready for his cum. rafe fucks forward as fast as he can, just like he does your pussy when you spread your legs wide for him.

“cumming.” rafe manages to say as he surges forward, burying his cock in your mouth as his hand wraps around his length, stroking up and down as he reaches his high, cum spurting into your mouth as you happily swallow.

rafe moans slowly die out and become quieter until hes pulling out of your mouth. “get up my legs are about to give out.” he says quickly, and you barely slide off the couch before he collapses.

you giggle and climb on top of him, pressing kisses to his cheek as his chest heaves up and down.

“im guessing you liked that.” you rub your thumb over his bottom lip.

“yeah.” rafe smiles, his eyes sliding shut.

“so, boat ride now?”

“jesus, woman give me a second.” rafe laughs, pulling you into a gentle kiss.

[dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice]

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

Bonus 👇:

[riadoodles]

A magical old man and an elven twink supporting their skinless son 😌❤️

[spicymancer]

Gap Closer (Part 1)

Rumble vs Ranger Round 8: Beck vs Pink!

[oftenoffler]

NO NO NO NO NOT MY PATIENT NOT MY PATIENT

[psin314]

be careful, boys. 😦

[seeyouonsaturn]

Name: Catalyst [formerly Hover]

Alt Modes: Seeker / Feline triple changer

art by @mega-byte | Electra and Prang also belong to him!

design by @/astro-prince [bought as adopt] | Toyhouse [to be updated soon]

[ my horrible catboy son 🩷 proceed with caution: character death, violence, unethical experiments, cultist mindsets, mental issues, interfacing, and probably a whole lot more. This cat is bad, y'all. ]

Catalyst – formerly known as Hover – is a triple changer created by Electra. He's known to be cruel, sadistic, and a loose cannon; out of his mind, a lover of senseless violence, and taking orders from no one but his creator. He sees Electra as nothing short of a Goddess, his Creator and Mother; he is unconditionally loyal and craving of her approval and attention, and will stop at nothing to earn it and prove himself to her.

As Hover, he and his trinemates Rush and Strike allied themselves with the Decepticons. Strike, their leader, was the driving force, fully supporting the Decepticon cause, including the necessary violence it came with. Rush, as his name suggests, rarely wasted time with thinking, and was happy to follow his sister into any battle she chose. Hover was the sensible one of the three, the one to consider their options before acting and bring reason to their decisions. He was always more of a strategist than a fighter, and though he agreed with the Decepticon cause, he had a strong moral code he refused to break.

Everything changed the day a battle was lost, and Rush and Strike were left dead and mangled while Hover was just barely clinging on to life, only moments away from joining them in the great well of all sparks. That's how Electra found them, and seized the opportunity that was presented to her.

After having been successful in modifying Prang, she took it a step further. Using parts from Rush and Strike's offline bodies, she rebuilt Hover's body, while adding her own improvements in the process: a second alt mode based on an organic beast.

When Hover awoke, Hover, as anyone had known him, was gone. The last thing he remembers is... dying. Dying with his trine. And now he has been returned to life, but he is not Hover any longer; Hover is dead.

And just as she had gifted him a second life, Electra gifted him the name Catalyst, which he accepted with pride. In his eyes, Electra is his Creator, not Primus nor any other God. She made him, rebuilt him from the broken parts of his trine and birthed him anew. And as he was born soaked in the energon-blood of his siblings, he repainted his frame in the color of it.

His mind, however, is irreparably broken by the trauma of watching his trinemates die, experiencing near-death himself, and waking up in a wrong body, looking down at himself only to see a patchwork of the dismembered body parts of his siblings where his own frame should be. He truly believes Hover to be dead, and experiences a full disconnect to any memories of his past life.

In addition, due to being rebuilt out of their broken pieces, Catalyst's processor developed what can best be described as alters of Rush and Strike – they speak to him in his mind, and while he's aware that only he can hear them, he can never quite comprehend that they aren't real. He'll speak to them as if they're there, much to the confusion of anyone that may be in the vicinity. However, as Hover was the soft one of the trine, the other two now only serve to spur him on in his descent into madness and violence.

Somewhere deep down, Catalyst despises that his body has been built from his dead brother and sister, and he knows he should have died with them for good. The true reason he painted his frame was to erase all visual evidence of them and his past self. But those thoughts are repressed and never unburied. His Creator has chosen to give him a second life for a reason, and he will serve her well until the day she decides to take it from him. He has lost everything, and She is all the has now. He does not allow himself to hate her.

Additional Info

- Catalyst hates Prang. He sees him as inferior, pathetic, and not to mention disloyal, and yet Electra always seems to favor him. Prang's weak nature disgusts him, and he makes sure he is aware of that. Catalyst refers to Prang as "little brother" in a derogatory manner, but does not view him as family beyond them both having the same creator. He knows Electra would never allow him to truly harm Prang, but it does not stop him from pushing the limits of just how far he can go without displeasing her. Prang, meanwhile, craves a connection to the other victim of Electra's experiments, and desperately tries to form a bond with him. Unfortunately, this is not something Catalyst is capable of providing, or willing to even consider.

- He is fully incapable of ever forming an emotional connection with anyone. That is not a level of weakness he would ever allow himself to display. If Catalyst interfaces, it is solely to assert dominance, and to take care of a need – there will be no interpersonal aspect. The only one he is ever willing to be submissive towards is Electra. She created his body, and she can do with it as she pleases.

Playlist

Pink Cat – Razzy

Toes – Glass Animals

Mi Capitán – Kiltro

The Good In Me – Jon Bellion

Mad Hatter – Atlus [cover]

[palettepainter]

In my heart Doey is thriving with his little adopted Bobby Bearhug sister

For anyone new I based this OC off of that one Bobby Bearhug we see in Safe Haven after the bombs go off and the Doey chase starts. I am in denial and emotionally invested in these doomed found siblings

[catsharky]

Create cool summer treats for your vampire with this one neat trick

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

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