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hey chat have i missed anything important or am i chill to slide in here like i’ve been here the whole time

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CHRISTMAS SITCOM EPISODE

MERRY CHRISTMAS HAPPY HOLIDAYS I GOT YOU GUYS A GIFT IT'S THIS ENJOY IF YOU WANT!!!

[yourplaywright]

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

hey gang. been a while.

I saw Sonic 3…. brainworms for that. Might have to write something if I’m feeling cute, we’ll see. The semester ended so I’m free for a bit, hopefully I’ll get some jolly writing in! Probably a Christmas addition to the Sitcom G1 Universe… Warm Colours prequel featuring Sentinel and like, a ton of really boring lore dump and exposition that I promise will pay off later is coming soon, hopefully by Sunday, fingers crossed for my muse.

Wanted to pop onto here again just to wish everyone a happy holidays, whatever you celebrate! For one of my favourite Christmas presents this year…

I love this little guy, I’m going to have so much fun. Enjoy yourselves and take a breather if you can. Everyone deserves a treat :^)

[yourplaywright]

BESTIE I INSPIRED THIS??? WAAAAAHHH IT’S SO SWEET!!!!!

What’s this… christmas, you speak of?

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“AAGH! YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING-!”

Rumble and frenzy ran straight past the other decepticons as the two chuckled at their recent activity, a bit behind them chasing the two mini cassettes is a very upset starscream.

The two turned a corner to the computer room and ducked behind both mechs that’s present in the room. “Best. Prank. Ever!” Frenzy whisper shouts.

Turning to his twin, confused as to why he’s so quiet and looking up, he followed his gaze and… yeah now he sees why.

Both megatron and Soundwave both stares down at the mini cons, optic ridges arched at the two. “And who pray tell have you two ‘pranked’ this time?” Megatron asked, crossing his servos at the two identical bots.

“Rumble, frenzy: speak the truth.” Soundwave warned, standing threateningly as one does. “Uh… we’ve both pranked-.”

“Where did those tin can’s go?!” Starscream asked, stomping in. The seeker is covered in silver and gold glitter wearing a Santa hat with antlers and a red nose on him.

“Starscream, late as alway-.” megatron stopped, now seeing the mess rumble and frenzy caused this time. “You look ridiculous… it’s a good look on you.” Megatron comments. “.. frag you too! Soundwave.”

“Starscream: can’t be taken seriously, take it off.” The mech states, monotone almost falters.

“Can’t, it’s glued on-. Never mind that! Where’s rumble and frenzy?!” Starscream asks, tapping his ped impatiently. “Direction: went that way when you stormed in here.” Soundwave says, pointing.

“Yeah sure, that’s what they want me to think... They’re probably still in my birth room!” He shouts, running out of the room and back to the way he came. Leaving the four bots to question his decision.

“… I can’t believe he did that.” Rumble finally spoke. “Yeah. And he was a scientific explorer.. mech.. thing.” Frenzy responded, trying to find a word for it.

“Back to what we’re doing, why does starscream look like part of his designation?” Megatron asked, turning towards the troublemaking duo. “Just some fun Christmas pranks.” Rumble answers. “We figured out glitter is hard to get rid of, so we made a glitter bomb in his wash racks.” Frenzy answers also.

“The hat and nose is just for fun, plus a way to get screamer into the wash racks in the first place.” Rumble finishes with a shrug followed by a huge run with no regrets.

“What’s this… Christmas, you speak of?”

Megatron asks, intrigued by the sound of this ‘Christmas’ the twins speak highly of. If it’s a way to destroy the auto bot than it shall-.

“Christmas: a bonding holiday about joy, family, friends, laughter and the celebration of birth of a human being, followed by two other holidays known as Hanukkah and Yule.” Soundwave answers.

‘Oh… just a simple holiday these creatures celebrate.’ Megatron thought. “I see… and it involves your endeavours why?” Megatron asked, now noticing the saddened look the two provides.

“We actually want to go snowball fighting, but because we’ve been so busy finding new ways to get energon we never had time for a proper day off.” Rumble admits. “Yeah, the auto bots get that type of time, why not us?”

Megatron pondered. It is true, all they’ve been doing the whole time was trying to find other sources of energy, but it’s crucial for their survival they need it to sustain themselves…

but they never exactly had a proper day off… it makes sense with rumble, frenzy and most of the decepticons to be antsy.

“… Soundwave, take the day off.. let them have some well deserved fun.”

“Affirmative.” Soundwave nodded as both frenzy and rumble, looked to each other and celebrated when Soundwave nodded to them both. “Alright! Should we do an igloo or snowball fight first?” Frenzy asks.

“I’m thinking igloo, snowmen building, snow angels and then a snowball fight, gotta go for calm before the storm frenz.” Rumble says, mischief in his visor.

Before Soundwave follows the walking pair megatron told Soundwave to announce the rest of the decepticon’s to post pone their recent plans and to take the day off. When they finally left megatron contemplates.

Megatron always wanted a family… shocking, he knows.

But he’s seen how family’s would get together and eat, spend time with their sparklings and conjunx, even celebrate with extended families as well. And it just… makes his spark feel lighter, especially with how heavy it is.

Maybe in another life he has a family… “Heh, impossible.’ Megatron thought, shaking his helm, before his optics land on the computer, seeing the yellow mini bot make a snowman.

For some strange reason megatron always feels… proud at the things the minibots is doing, even some of the little things.

It’s odd… but he doesn’t hate it, not one bit.

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… this was done in the last minute.

Not really since… well.. it took some time.. I just wanted to write g1 decepticons featuring megatron first hearing about Christmas.

Part of it was base off one of @yourplaywright’s stories on ao3 cause dang it! I did not realise they did one of my favourite g1 stories on there too until I looked again.

Plus it’s Christmas/yule, I wanna write it plus g1 of transformers cause why not? And… I do what I want..

My gift to you guys. Wholesome decepticon moments… cause yes.

[yourplaywright]

this is my favourite piece of G1 Transformers trivia to show people

[yourplaywright]

HEYBI FINALLY GOT AROUND TO THIS… you archery?!! that’s so cool :0

Last Song: Better Than Me (The Brobecks)

Fave Colour: Mint and lavender!

Last Book: Fanfic probably doesn’t count, huh? My book club book is The importance Of Being Earnest (they love Oscar Wilde) and my last personal book was The Physics Of Superheroes lol

Last Movie: Rebel Moon: Synder Cut (I hate it. I’ll kill it. Don’t give me a reason to rant about this movie CUZ I’LL DECIMATE IT

Last TV show: American Dad!

Sweet/Spicy/Savoury: Sweet

Relationship status: Taken <3

Last thing I searched: “IS THERE A SECOND MOON” yes, that exact phrase

Current Obsession: Transformers (no surprise there) and Fairy Tail (Anime)

Looking Forward to: Thanksgiving, also watching Arcane, and sleeping :,D

BONUS TOPICS-

Favorite Drink: The limited edition cranberry ginger ale… it’s so good

Song playing on loop in your head 24/7: Level Clear! & Lo-Fi by Tom Cardy, any song by Lydia the Bard

Current Favourite Character(s): Bumblebee, Lucy (Fairy Tail), and Shadow the Hedgehog.

Fun activity I'd like to get into: Doing art again!

Last Video Game: Ogu and the Secret Forest

Last Comic: The TF2 comics

I…. don’t have anymore moots. I’ll go find some!

some people i'd like to get to know better

tagged by @violent138

last song: SPKOTHDVL (by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME)

favorite color: green

last book: pride and prejudice and zombies

last movie: deadpool & wolverine

last tv show: delicious in dungeon (i binged the manga in one night so i figured i should watch the anime too)

sweet/savory/spicy: savory (but i love it more when spicy is combined with savory or when sweet stuff has a spicy kick to it)

relationship status: single

last thing i searched: how to perform post mortem care (i wasn't given instructions and it was my first time don't @ me 😖)

current obsession: DC

looking forward to: clocking out i'm going to a concert next week!!!

bonus topics:

favorite drink: watermelon smoothie with strawberry boba (trust 😌)

song playing on loop in your head 24/7: blue hair (by TV GIRL)

current favorite character: *reaches blindly into my blender stuffed full of similar characters* tim drake!

fun activity you would like to get into: *stares at untouched crafting supplies & unfinished projects* knitt- er croche- no embroidery?

last video game: the legend of zelda: the minish cap (on my oldest sister's stolen gameboy)

last comic/graphic novel/manga: batman contagion

np tags: @yjcorefourenjoyer @brucewaynehater101 @ohtobecat @kyankrayons @walkthruthewords @automaticsoulharmony @thedevilundercover @devotedlydeepestbluebird @snakeredbirdbatkatana @thethirdtriplet … @derpiest-unicorn

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EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU MOSSY BECAUSE I DID FINISH

Wait, wait, wait. You’re the writer of warm colours?! I’ve re-read that story 5 times! Still counting!!

Love what you did in it.

Yep, that is me! I’m so glad you enjoyed my TF:One induced brain worm lol, and four more times?! I’m flattered :,D It’s probably one of my favourite projects.

(Which is why there’s prequels coming in due time lol)

Thank you for the support <3 This has fuelled my desire to finish up the epilogue, so everyone thank Moss for the urge. Maybe this weekend, who knows…

[yourplaywright]

Warm Colours' Epilogue is up!

Not clickbait this time!!!! Everyone say thank you to Mossy since they kickstarted this into completion. My baby is done :,) Now I can finally focus on SecondBee

Oh wow look my prequel plans.... oh wow look my own AU.... ah shoot guys.

(I'm also taking short drabble requests if you'd like me to write a scene for you <3)

[yourplaywright]

LOOK AT THEM!!!

Baby Bee AU fluff after the angst 🥺🤲

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window pain :,)

punishment

[yourplaywright]

Wait, wait, wait. You’re the writer of warm colours?! I’ve re-read that story 5 times! Still counting!!

Love what you did in it.

Yep, that is me! I’m so glad you enjoyed my TF:One induced brain worm lol, and four more times?! I’m flattered :,D It’s probably one of my favourite projects.

(Which is why there’s prequels coming in due time lol)

Thank you for the support <3 This has fuelled my desire to finish up the epilogue, so everyone thank Moss for the urge. Maybe this weekend, who knows…

[yourplaywright]

About the BabyBee au, could you write something about Bee and Sentinel, I mean in your fic they have a weird relationship, I mean “warm colors”, before he was sent to sub level 50 for digging a little to deep.

P.D: your writing is so good

Thank you Anon! Yes, they do have quite the strange relationship. It’s the focus of one the Warm Colour prequels (and also an entirely different AU) I have planned, but that will have to wait :3c

Here is your requested piece! If anyone else wants one, my requests are open and a free-for-all <3

~~~

Sentinel is very easily disinterested in a lot of things. Any kind of paperwork, for one, and dealing with annoying bots.

“That meeting was slag,” he groans, flopping into his berth. 

“Do you need to talk about it, sir?” B pokes his helm around the corner, setting down his cleaning supplies. “The berth has also been freshly laundered.”

“I feel it,” Sentinel says, relaxing. “It’s just more hoops those senators want me to jump through. Primus, if they weren’t integral, I’d have them executed—“

“Maybe steer away from thoughts of violence,” B says. 

“Fine.”

B smiles, tilting his head before going over to the wall and pressing the intercom. “Prepare supper for Sentinel, please. Something nice.”

“You shouldn’t have,” Sentinel grins, rolling over and shaking out his wings. “Tell them to bring up the bismuth high grade, too.”

The bot hums, conveying the rest of the order, whispering about adding some energon nibbles. Sentinel heard him, of course, but the thought was what counted. He’d pretend to be surprised later.

“I have to finish cleaning the washracks, should I draw you a bath?”

Sentinel stretches out lazily. “Please. You know where my nice soaps are.”

The bot trots out of the room and Sentinel sends a comm to Airachnid about bumping off those senators. 

She, of course, ruins the fun by pointing out how that would destabilize the region and throw that sector into chaos. Boo.

> Can we at least fire them?

> I’ll try, Prime.

“Sweet,” he whispers, listening to the water run in the next room over.

> Do I have an assistant position open?

> With all due respect, Prime, I am your assistant.

> Make a new one. You don’t draw me baths.

> Sentin—

He cuts the comm.

Life is great.

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hey did someone say they want more babybee? i say as i shove someone out of the way.

i brought more…. so…. take it ig

“You’re going to get me in trouble!” Jazz hisses, picking B up. The bot dangles down like a roudy newbuild, crossed arms and pout included. Well, that makes sense, since nobody knows how old B is, though it can’t be more than 10 cycles with how underdeveloped some parts of his frame were.

“I was trying to help!” B cries, eyeridges furrowing. “How was I supposed to know that would happen?”

Jazz gestures wildly to the light fixture that, suspiciously, was now shattered and scattered on the floor. “The fact it was swinging didn’t clue you in?”

“Everyone deserves a chance!”

“It is— was— a fragging light!”

B’s shoulders slump. “‘m sorry, Jazz.”

“You should be,” he huffs, glaring at the younger bot through his visor. “Honestly, if you got hurt Elita would flip out. You aren’t, right?”

“Nope!” B gives him a thumbs up.

Jazz shakes his head, feelings simmering down. “I’m sorry for yelling, I just got stressed thinking you were hurt. Check in with Ratchet to make sure you didn’t cut yourself on any glass, alright?”

“Alright.”

—

“What do you mean you can’t find him?”

Elita levels him with a look. “You know what I mean. He’s not in Optimus’ office, he’s not trying to bother me, and Cliffjumper and Hotrod have been racing with Mirage all day.”

“Oh,” Jazz says. “Have you checked with Ratchet in the medbay?”

“Why would B be in the medbay?!”

Jazz raises his servos. “Hey, hey, calm down Dad. I told him to check in with Ratchet after he had a little accident, that’s all.”

“An accident?” Elita places her servos on her hips, looking less than convinced.

“He fell,” Jazz says, not technically lying. “He was totally fine, though, just thought he should get looked over.”

Elita’s face softens. He won’t be maimed, then. “Right. Well, you’re coming with me to check when Ratchet last saw him.”

“Sir, yes, sir!”

—

“B hasn’t been in for any checkups,” Ratchet says, scrolling through a datapad. “I think he’s been ignoring the developmental ones, too.”

“Oh,” says Jazz, who’s chance of being murdered have increased fivefold. “You’re sure?”

“Positive.” Ratchet sighs heavily, squinting at whatever he’s reading. “I need to take his inner energon samples to see if he still has that mineral deficency…”

“We’ll leave you to it, doc,” Elita says, smiling.

“Please don’t send Jazz back to me,” the medic deadpans.

Jazz laughs awkwardly and backs away. “I’ll go look over… here.”

Elita glares. “If I find him first, I’m cutting your pay.”

“If I do?”

“Your reward is survival.”

Jazz takes the hint, sprinting down the hallway.

—

B messed up. He messed up and Jazz was mad at him.

He covers his mouth to stifle another sob, curling up more. His frame hurts, glass shoved into delicate joints and under thin plating. His digits ache. It hurts and he deserves it, doesn’t he? He messed up, like he always does.

They’ll realise how useless he is and then they’ll send him back to sublevel 50 because that’s the best place for a useless glitch like him—

Above him, something creaks. He glances up and yelps quietly when he sees Laserbeak staring back at him.

“Wh- How did you get in here?”

Laserbeak chirps, hopping down and landing on his shoulder. He cringes a bit and the cassessete starts rumbling gently. 

“You really shouldn’t be here,” he mumbles, which just makes Laserbeak hunker down more. “Alright, alright.”

He shuffles to place the cassessete in his lap, messing with some of the kibble on his wings. “It’s a long way from the base,” he says. “Are you hungry?”

The cassessete hops around, doing an uncharacteristically obvious basic scan. B blinks, realising his own energon levels are low. “Oh.”

Laserbeak nudges his helm gently, before taking off out an open window he never noticed before.

“That’s one hidey hole compromised,” B says, standing up on shaky legs and sliding out of the storage room.

He presses himself against the wall as a blur of colour rushes by. He recognises the shades of blue, white, and black as belonging to Jazz. 

… he should probably help him.

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BabyBumblebee has baked some energon chip cookies to help you along with your studies!

Don't ask how he did it- he's not allowed in the kitchen (cuz he a baby)

Keep up the good work and.... I wonder if you think baby bumblebee will ever get his lil horn back...

Hug Hug!

I wouldn’t be surprised if he snuck into the kitchen and baked super fast. I actually made chocolate chip cookies the other day… he’s so smart.

I also wouldn’t be surprised if he carried around the broken horn, figured out what it was, then did a terrible job trying to glue it back on.

Hug hug! I’ll treasure this forever I think

[yourplaywright]

BabyBee Snippet

I made that post and almost immediately fell ill. Am I cursed? Whatever, here’s a piece for @yuukirita, who owes me copious amounts of therapy and I’m bribing them with this so at least one story has a happy ending.

~~~

Elita places her face in her servos and screams.

Across from her, Optimus frowns and gently pats her on the back. “Jazz, you’re sure B just… disappeared?”

“I wouldn’t lie about that!” Jazz places a servo on his chest, the dramatics failing to fully cover up the nervous twitches of his door wings. Elita had made several threats, and he was not eager to find out what having a mining drill through his spinal strut felt like.

“The vents,” Elita says, sighing deeply. “He’s small. He went through the fragging vents.”

Jazz spares a glance up, finally noticing how the vent cover for the room is eskew. “Primus,” he says. “That kid is going to be the death of me.”

“No,” Elita says, “I’m going to be the death of you—“

Optimus tries to grab her arm but she dodges out of the way, rapidly approaching Jazz. Said bot starts running away, propelled by fear and the desire to live.

The Prime watches them run out of the room, letting out a frame rattling sigh. Then he taps his comms. “Ratchet, prepare the medbay. Tell Prowl we might be scraping up parts of Jazz for the next few days.”

—

“How did you get here?”

“The vents!”

Megatron stares down at a very cheery, somewhat dull pile of gold. That explains the dust. “B, you can’t be here.”

The newbuild pouts. “But I wanted to see you! I’m making sure you’re okay!”

Megatron pinches his nasal ridge. “There. Confirmation, I’m fine. Now, stay here, I’m going to have a very awkward conversation with Optimus Prime—“

“Negative. B: ours.” Soundwave, coming from a door he didn’t even know was there, scoops up B and immediately backs away.

Megatron blanks for a klik, before letting out a series of random noises. “Soundwave, what?!” 

From the hidden door, Starscream and Shockwave cheer. 

“You’re in on this?!”

Soundwave reaches them and, with some hisses and B’s giggles, they flee the scene. All three of his most trusted advisors just bot-napped Optimus Prime’s kid.

What the f—

[yourplaywright]

Update + Requests

Y’know how life does? Yeah. Life did. I’m not beating the ‘AO3 author has terrible things happen and then comes back like normal’ trope lol. Lots of extra stuff has been dumped on me and writers block is kicking me extra hard right now.

So…. if you have a scene in mind that you want me to write, I’ll probably do it if you comment, reblog, or ask for it. They’ll be short (200 - 500 words on average) since I’m doing it on my phone inbetween my responsibilities :,) I’ll be posting a snippet from the BabyBee AU later for example.

Gah. Life is hard.

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This meme but as a writer I just feel inferior to everyone lmao