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Ratchlock/dratchet fankid stuff

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Some Transformers rarepairs that I like 👉👈

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Huuurgh, First Aid angrily yelled at Vortex one day after pulling out the latest pilot. Whacking out his frustration rather harmlessly. Somehow dreading every call he gets and hating how familiar he becomes with the routine. Demanding that Vortex let’s even one come back alive.

Maybe the cockpit closing while First Aid’s still inside. No matter what he does he can’t open the hatch. The controls won’t listen to him. It doesn’t open till another rescue time finds them. Turns out the Quintessons came back for a double ambush, the group Aid originally came with is dead. They say it’s a miracle First Aid is alive, and clever to use the mech to hide.

Problem is that First Aid is over 100 miles from the ambush. And not once did he touch the controls to move the damn thing.

Yes yes YES Y E S

I imagine them getting in a fight.

I imagine First Aid at some point just sinking his fingers into the seat, which still has brown bloodstains on it from the previous pilot, and stopping doing anything. He just holds on tight so he doesn't hit the walls of the cockpit, because the mech's movements are very abrupt, jerky and chaotic.

He's just. His fingers are white from exertion, his heart is doing a thousand beats a minute, his mouth is dry. He remembers what happens to the people who pilot this mech, he remembers clearly because he personally has to scrape their remains off the console.

So he drops the controls, he doesn't touch the buttons, he just grips the seat and watches what happens.

And what's happening actually mesmerizes him. The mech is fierce and unstoppable and bloody insane, but First Aid should stop looking but he doesn't want to.

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DATSUN BROTHERS PROWL, BLUESTREAK AND SMOKESCREEN SPOTTED IN A TF ONE SCENE MY PRECIOUS BABIESSSSS

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Bayverse wavewave💜💙

I like satellite Soundwave design🛰️

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Guys I'm on a transformers kick

But uhhh this is ScratchDisk. I've never made a Wavewave kid before but I love her a lot

Still workin on personality but generally I liked the idea of rumble n frenzy having a lil sister thats basically double their size

🦋Ko-fi🦋

Commission me!

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Guys I'm on a transformers kick

But uhhh this is ScratchDisk. I've never made a Wavewave kid before but I love her a lot

Still workin on personality but generally I liked the idea of rumble n frenzy having a lil sister thats basically double their size

🦋Ko-fi🦋

Commission me!

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Imagine the angst of Jazz explaining that he’s a statistical outlier when it comes to pilots.

Explaining to Prowl how most pilots don’t make it past their first fight. How many people don’t even make it out of training. How many that survive but eventually just, completely lose their minds.

“You see that number on my mechs chest?That’s how many people it took before coming to me.”

Oh my god. Prowl is terrified because what do you mean humans live less than a hundred years??

But then. Normal humans sometimes live to 90.

Mecha pilots aren't normal.

Their brains are fucked up from connecting them to machines. Their health is shit for the same reason. They might look nice and healthy while they're somewhat young but piloting mecha breaks you on so many levels.

And then the risks of fighting of course.

The fact that Jazz is statistical outlier doesn't change the fact that he won't live long even if he's lucky and professional enough to survive the battlefield.

Prowl would become SO paranoid. Prowl would become SO PROTECTIVE after learning this piece of lore.

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Get you a woman that can kick your ass

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soundwave knows what you are

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he got sent to the dungeons for being too silly

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I said no more human formers,,,

so here's more cus Damus has been on my mind T-T

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orion pax receiving the matrix of leadership and becoming a prime due to his "sacrifice for the greater good" when really the only thing on his mind had been trying to protect d-16 from himself

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SPILLLL!!

YALL

YALL

My brain is braining

My mind is racing

I'm going MAD

I Don't like ittt

Help

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“Prowler, what’s that whooshin’?”

There was a momentary look of confusion on his face before the realization settled in. “Ah… That would be my spark.”

“Spark?” Jazz parroted.

“Yes. The equivalent of your… heart.” Silence followed Prowl’s clarification and the Praxian worried that Jazz may not appreciate the constant thrumming of his spark very near the pilot’s nest.

“It sounds beautiful. Like ah deep hum that’s continuously vocalizin’.”

Prowl felt his chest flutter and his spark likewise spun faster.

Jazz’s chuckle immediately followed. “D’ya like that? ‘Cause Ay felt it.”

“You’re insufferable.”

The pilot only cackled.

DAMMIT THEYRE SO CUTE ANON WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME

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what other characters are humans like Jazz?

I saw rodimus ( or was it hot rod?) so I'm guessing their are others too.

Like is wheeljack a human? I feel like it fit him to a tea if he were.

How about bumblebee? Him being even more small honestly just allows him to do a whole lot more damage to his enemies.

Any cons? soundwave maybe,or perhaps his cassettes?

Also, sorry if you already answered this but are the humans fighting Quintessons as well? Or just kaijus created by them?

I don’t honestly know.

I imagine Rodimus being a pilot (and befriending Deadlock at some point haha) and Wheeljack perhaps being an engineer? Ratchet is a bioengineer. Brainstorm was probably the one who invented battle mechs in the first place lol.

Also it would be so funny if Rumble and Frenzy were child soldiers. Pilots of ..like…small stealth class mechs? Or something? And Soundwave just adopted them hehe

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*throws at you idk*

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“Don’t beat yer’self up if this doesn’t work.”

Prowl ignored the whispered plea, watching as Shockwave, Wheeljack, and Ratchet all argued over how the procedure should work. Transferring an organic soul into a Cybertronian body had never been done before, after all. There were so many (4,768,546,786) ways that it could go wrong and so few (9,457) ways for it to go right. It should have been similar to a cold construct like himself, but Prowl couldn’t get his TacNet to account for the Spark issue. Human’s didn’t have those after all and—

“Prowl,” Jazz whispered again, voice whistling and wheezing, tearing the Praxian from his panicked calculations.

The little human looked broken. His wounds patched as best as Ratchet and Knockout could have done, the machines they had attached to him keeping him just barely conscious and away from the pain. Prowl could feel his doorwings droop in sympathy, his spark aching at seeing the little organic who had crawled into his spark in so much pain. He wanted to hold Jazz close, to cradle him against his spark, to protect him, and to promise him that he’d be fine and all of this was temporary. That their plan would work!

But he couldn’t…

This plan was… wasn’t likely (9%) to work at all. But it was either this or Jazz died. Humans were so fragile, their lives so finite compared to a Cybertronian’s.

“Prowler, s’fine. If it doesn’t work. I knew what I was doin’. Saved you, that’s what matters,” Jazz whistled, that soft pained smile crossing his features, single unwrapped eye glazed over in pain.

Prowl swallowed, voice box stuttering and clicking as it reboot. He could feel coolant threatening to fall from his optics as he reached out with a single servo. Getting as close as he dared to without actually touching Jazz.

“It’ll work.” (8%)

Jazz hummed, tipping his small head into Prowl’s touch gently, not believing, but willing to humor.

“It’ll work, and you’ll get to enjoy annoying me and scaring the spark out of me for eons to come. It’ll work,” Prowl stated, firm, ignoring the way his TacNet glitched out a bit as emotion wracked his spark.

“Yes. Because we are going to make it work. Calibrations are done, Commander,” Shockwave interrupted whatever Jazz had been about to say.

Prowl looked up at the scientist, giving the finished cold constructed frame a glance over before looking up into the cold single eyed stare. The tactician hesitated. Just because Decepticons and Autobots were all aligned, had been for centuries due to the Quintessons, it didn’t mean Prowl trusted all of them. Shockwave was the worst one (98%) in his opinion.

“It’s now or never, Prowl. His vitals are fading fast,” Ratchet said softly from behind Shockwave, face drawn tight in sympathy, optics on the system that had hooked up to Jazz’s being.

Prowl looked back down at Jazz. 8-9% this worked. 65% that if it did work, that Jazz would be hindered immediately. 98% that he lost Jazz if he didn’t do this though, that if they didn’t try.

“Prowler, s’okay. I trust you,” Jazz croaked, smiling up at him.

Prowl ached.

“In theory, the frame not having a spark, should help him. Even if a spark doesn’t form, the frame has enough processing power to hold him. It should work,” Wheeljack offered as a final bit of reassurance.

Prowl closed his optics, feeling coolant leak down onto the medical table harboring his human counterpart. Now or never, huh.

“Do it,” he finally said, looking up at Shockwave, optics focusing in on that single red optic.

Shockwave nodded and pulled a lever. Prowl forced himself to stay calm when Jazz’s human heart immedietly just stopped. He pulled himself away from Jazz’s organic form over to the new Cybertronian one, TacNet racing as time just seemed to crawl on.

“Upload at 87%. Should take only a few moments for him to calibrate,” Shockwave announced, and as if at his very command, pure and blinding white optics opened up on the table.

Prowl’s spark jumped up into his intake as all four mechs watched as Jazz slowly oriented himself and sat up. Prowl’s servos twitched, wanting to reach out and touch, but waiting until he was sure this was Jazz. Silence washed over the room as the new mech looked over his own servos in curiosity, before looking straight up at Prowl.

Prowl’s knees nearly gave out when a cautious and yet hopeful EM field washed over him from the mech.

“How do I look,” Jazz asked, a small and nervous smile crawling across his face to match his new EM field.

Prowl made a rather undignified noise as he reached out and firmly tugged the mech forward, off the medical bunk, and into a tight hug. A hug he could finally provide without fearing he’d hurt Jazz.

“Alive. You look alive.”

JUST RIP MY HEART OUT OF MY CHEST AND EAT IT ALREADY

I. Uh m. F u cc. HAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH IT HURTS SO GOOD HELP