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baby bee my beloved...literally two apples tall...

(sorry ive been dead secondbee is coming back soon asjksd-)

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Guys...hear me out...The wild robot...but with amnesiac Shockwave...

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Bee gets taller and bigger cuz he was found earlier than B-127 so he wasn't as malnourish- *gets shot*

🐝🐝

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CLIFFJUMPER!!!

you can tell i have favorites (hot-headed, reckless but ultimately well-meaning, tragic characters)

More Cliffjumper! :D his horns also move cuz I just think it's cute- they don't have full range of motion like Bee's. But they can twitch. BECAUSE I SAID SO.

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That's awesome but I propose, Megatron targets Bee. He'd gun for him if he ever spots the bot in the battle field. He fights a little more aggressive if he knew Bee was there too. Megatron would look at Bee and see nothing but a cheap knock-off of his only friend, an insult to B-127's memories, a weak attempt at replacing someone priceless to him.

He'd pity Optimus, hates him for trying to replace B-127. And it's not only Megatron who is bitter about this, for some time after B-127's death, all Autobots who has yellow paint-jobs have to change or risk getting target by Decepticons in battle.

And with Cliffjumper in the mix, oh boy, it gets so much worse for the guy. The Cons aren't dumb, they can see the similarity, they can sense the way Cliff would look out longingly to where B-127 is fighting if they come across each other in battle by chance. Seeing how Optimus and Elita handle Cliff the same way the Decepticon does with B-127 is like a punching in the gut, the feeling only amplifies after Bee starts turning up.

That's not fair, why does the Autobots get to have them? Why did the Decepticons had to lose theirs?

you think in the twobee au megatron would rip out newbee’s voice box cause of how painfully similar this imposter sounds to bee or could he not bring himself to do it?

I think he'd want to rip him to pieces the moment he saw him.

I think yellow is such a rare colour for cybertronian because He killed every one of them. It reminded him of Bee.

I think he'd specifically target him if he ever saw him on the battlefield like he does Prime

I think he'd shout 'Impostor' 'impersonator' 'Another one of Prime's trick' just before shooting at him with his cannon.

I think he'd look into his optics if he ever captured him. Tell himself "They really are... the same..." in a sad angry voice.

I think he'd accidentaly speak honestly with the little Bee when he asks what he means by that. Like he'd talk to B-127. Be brought back to the 'good ol' times' instantly and rage over it

I think he'd show kindness when he realizes that this is just a kid- and he's so similar to Bee but this isn't him. He's just another soul that Prime has corrupted.

I think he'd remember a conversation they had under the stars 'I'm not leaving you' and ask him to join him.

I think he'd try a few times to convince him he's on the wrong side.

I think he'd rip out his voice box after Bumblebee said something that his long dead friend used to tell him- but can't bring himself to kill finish the job.

I think he'd regret taking his voice because now he knows he'll never hear his friend ever again

I think he cries over it.

I think he'd ignore him on the battlefield after that

I think he'd ignore he exist

I think he'd force himself to forget about b-127. Pretend he never existed because it's distracting him from his goal.

I think he spares him again and again and again...

I think a lot.

Hug hug :D

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AHHHHHH TAKE IT SecondBee by @yuukirita! :P Part 1, 2 here :DD

Cliffjumper was having the worst day ever, not only did he accidentally tripped and fall face-down at an extremely important meeting today, as a result, he got saddled with a scout mission by Elita - she probably felt bad about the incident and gave him an easy way out, and normally, he’d feel better away from the suffocating walls of Iacon, today just wasn’t his day.

Because the moment he stepped foot into the designated mine in his file folder, the ground collapsed. So, here he is, free falling down a seemingly never ending drop. Sure, he probably should freak out more and try to find a way to slow down.

But come on, one doesn’t just earn the name Cliffjumper from nothing.

So, case in point, today fragging sucks.

Crossing his arms, Cliffjumper frowned as he heard the faint sound of metal hitting solid ground. Seems like the ride is over, boo hoo.

Activating the duo blasters at the back of his foot and shoulder, Cliffjumper felt his body slowing down, taking the whistling wind away as it went. A shame, it was one of his favorite thing about free falling, his friends would sometimes joke about how he should’ve been created with an aerial frame.

No, focus, Cliffjumper, what was he doing again? Oh, right, scouting. His feet landed on the ground with a small clank, distantly, he wondered about the nature of this ‘mission’ of his.

Despite what other mechs whisper about (and despite Optimus’s best efforts to keep this particular information from him), Cliffjumper isn’t dumb, he was just a bit hot-headed and reckless, that doesn’t mean he can’t stop and think. Elita doesn’t quite know this just yet, and he intends to keep it that way, more for his advantage.

Nevertheless, this mine was not a usual place for a scouting mission, Elita had listed the description as ‘possible stray material locating’, but this specific mine was different, since it wasn’t evacuated during the incident with Sentinel (Cliffjumper would spit on that name if it ever comes to life), mechs had been able to extract all energons and precious materials after the battle, there was little reasons to send a scout here.

Still, Elita doesn’t do things without reason, so Cliffjumper didn’t question her. He kind of regrets that decision now.

Primus, when Elita finds out the mines had collapsed, she’d go straight to Optimus, and after Cliff got out, he’d do that thing where he lowers those antennas of his that almost makes Cliffjumper wanna swear he’d stay put. Then Elita’d make him swear it.

Ugh, he’s so grounded.

Welp, might as well enjoy his stay while he can. Looking around, Cliffjumper was hit with the sudden realization that, damn, he’s down pretty deep, actually. There was little to no natural light down here, only the dim sizzles of half-powered lamps scattered around the abandoned halls lit up the way.

Cliffjumper frowns, tapping on his comms, only for it to come back nulled. No signal.

Oh, he’s down deep deep.

Groaning, Cliffjumper kicks a pebble out of frustration, watching the thing bounces and hits the gray walls, he huffs. Primus, this place fragging sucks, actually, he wants to be picked up immediately. It was cold, empty and dead here, he hates it, those words don't belong in Cliffjumper’s vocabulary.

Even if an early rescue means he’d have to face Optimus sooner. Ugh, he doesn’t look forward to it at all, say goodbye to freedom for the next lightyear!

Cliffjumper slowly makes his way down the dim hall, grumbling to himself. It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate Optimus’ concerns, it’s just - it gets exhausting at times, he doesn’t want a repeat of that last time Cliff accidentally got shot in a scout mission. He was fine afterwards! Even Elita said so, although, she was trembling a bit while she did.

He loves the mech duo, but come on.

Cliffjumper sighs, tracing the worn-down walls of the place, sharpening his fingers when he went past a series of Sentinel posters. Honestly, frag that guy.

The false Prime not only ruined everyone’s life, he also separated the iconic team that freed Iacon from its chains. Maybe if the guy had never existed, then Iacon would’ve been fine, then Optimus and Elita wouldn’t have lost two friends that left them with visible scars that he can always see clinging to their clean frames. Maybe, then, Cliffjumper wouldn’t have lost his broth-

Creaaaaak-

“Yip!”

Letting out a very manly and brave sound, Cliffjumper unloads his blaster out of instinct, Elita’s warning of the potential of dangerous mechs going into hiding in deep mining levels. Crouching slightly, Cliffjumper tries his best to not make any sound moving forward.

Creaaak-

He gulps, approaching the source of the noise, which is just around a corner. A very dim, shadowy corner.

No, he’s not scared, what are you talking about?

Cliffjumper steps closer and closer to the creaking sounds, inhaling, he readies his weapons. One more step, and he rounds the corner, raising his blaster as he did.

Now, across the cycles, Optimus has told him many, many stories about his brother. B-127, he stopped after…Well, he stopped after running out of new things to say, but Cliffjumper had always paid his utmost attention when the mech did. He had hung onto every word, rolling them around in his helm whilst recharging, committing them into his files, memories of what could’ve been.

What should’ve been.

Cliffjumper stopped dead at his feet, his blaster, raised mid-air, slowly tilting down.

He gapes. “Bee?”

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This is kinda funny cus i was just thinking abt how the secondbee au was basically steven universe if they were robots

The colours-

I just... keep thinking about it... Pink... Yellow and Blue (Elita, Bee and Optimus) And then silver for Megatron...

I keep thinking that this felt familiar...

IT'S THE HECKING DIAMONDS FROM STEVEN UNIVERSE

Sorry this image was in my Head and it is in yours now.

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oh look there he goes

YEET

Took me like an hour- hour and a half. and I even made the effort for it to LOOP

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This image has NOTHING to do with this chapter... (I lie)

hug hug

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it’s happening

we are plotting

please blame @yuukirita for whatever comes of this, this is ENTIRELY your fault, also @reader-from-another-dimension’s piece has inspired me quite a bit….

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starSCREAM

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Megatron believes that Orion Pax and Optimus Prime are different people, so he has no problem hurting whatever crawled out of that hole.

Optimus Prime knows that D-16 and Megatron are the same person, so he will never stop believing that he can be redeemed.

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Transformers One au where a transformers fan got truck-kuned into the TF One verse as Sentinel, luckily before he betrays the Thirteen Primes. Too bad he arrived right after the og Sentinel had accepted the deal with the Quintessons. Just some worm thoughts, might expand later idk tho

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- sat down, cracked my knuckles, ready to draw some robots. - god remembers that im a huion user - does not let me connect my tablet - cry

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i have doomed myself the moment i went into the cinema to watch transformers one

my fleshy mortal form begs me for mercy, but my soul, my mind whispers: "Draw r o b o t s."

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HIS LITTLE HORNSSSS

Hoh boy, another part? It's so over. This au is by the great @yuukirita! Check out their stuff!!

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The first thing he felt upon waking up was that it was unreasonably cold. That and it was really, really dark. Bright blue optics blink, adjusting to the sight of the mouth of a trash chute, at least, that’s what he thinks is one.

Seeing as something is falling rapidly down and heading right towards him at max speed.

Wait. “OWW!” Metal hits metal, the sound echoes across the empty, dusty place, bouncing off the walls.

He held his face, the pain flared up multiple warning pop-ups, notifying him of the damage. He shifted upright, with another sudden flare of pain, felt something hitting his shoulder pad and falling down next to his hand with a small ‘clank’. Looking down, lo and behold, a yellow triangle-shaped piece of metal laid there.

A hand shot up his head to check, patting around, he felt another similarly shaped thing on the left side, nothing on the other side. Damn.

He sniffs, optics blurring with tears threatening to fall at any point.

It’s just a small little piece, sure, but it hurts. Ridiculous, really, he shouldn’t be tearing up at this, especially when he should’ve seen that junk falling down coming.

Wait, but how would he even know that?

He knows that, he knows this place.

Quickly, he decides to get out of the bin, you know, before another piece of trash comes down and knocks out the remaining triangle thing on his head.

He reached up at the rim of the trash bin and hauls himself out, landing on the ground with a huff. Just in time to hear another loud slam of trash falling down, hitting at where he had initially activated, phew.

Looking around, with every movement, he kicked up more and more dust from the floor. He sneezed and scrambled upright, stumbling a few times whilst trying to get used to his new, shaky limbs. Why is even standing difficult?

He doesn’t know, he doesn’t know a lot of things. Like his name, for example. Or designation, what does that word even mean? That’s a long word, feels something like a name, but not really. What he does know, though, is that he is familiar with this place.

As he stumbled about, his bright, round optics awed at everything, eventually reaching a tall, looming door blocking the way out (?). It looks worn down, dented in many places and looking like someone rammed multiple times into the center of it, creating a small crack at the bottom corner.

He blinked, looking up, the panel next to the half-destroyed door was way too high up for him to reach, what would he even put in it anyways?

How does he even know what that is?

What the pit is going ON?

Letting out a frustrated sound, he crouched down on the dirt ground and squeezed his body through the crack, scratching the yellow paint on his body in the process, not that he minds.

With a few more wiggling, he finally got himself out and through the other side. He huffed, blowing the dust that is floating around away as he stands up, exploring the new area he just got access to.

It’s…the exact same as the other room. Blank, gray walls, looking old and in a similar state with the door. There were a few pictures lining the right wall, this time, all plastered with a blue and golden mech grinning and throwing a thumbs-up. He stares at the words along the pictures, ’Work hard for the Iacon cause!’.

Which, disappointing, but not too bad, he presumed. Pretty boring, if someone asks him.

And empty, and lonely. Cold, quiet.

He found that he hated the silence.

Luckily, he didn’t need to deal with the quietness for too long, because a voice rang out, jolting him into a squeak.

“Bee?”

[reader-from-another-dimension]

Hoh boy, another part? It's so over. This au is by the great @yuukirita! Check out their stuff!! Part 1 here :)

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The first thing he felt upon waking up was that it was unreasonably cold. That and it was really, really dark. Bright blue optics blink, adjusting to the sight of the mouth of a trash chute, at least, that’s what he thinks is one.

Seeing as something is falling rapidly down and heading right towards him at max speed.

Wait. “OWW!” Metal hits metal, the sound echoes across the empty, dusty place, bouncing off the walls.

He held his face, the pain flared up multiple warning pop-ups, notifying him of the damage. He shifted upright, with another sudden flare of pain, felt something hitting his shoulder pad and falling down next to his hand with a small ‘clank’. Looking down, lo and behold, a yellow triangle-shaped piece of metal laid there.

A hand shot up his head to check, patting around, he felt another similarly shaped thing on the left side, nothing on the other side. Damn.

He sniffs, optics blurring with tears threatening to fall at any point.

It’s just a small little piece, sure, but it hurts. Ridiculous, really, he shouldn’t be tearing up at this, especially when he should’ve seen that junk falling down coming.

Wait, but how would he even know that?

He knows that, he knows this place.

Quickly, he decides to get out of the bin, you know, before another piece of trash comes down and knocks out the remaining triangle thing on his head.

He reached up at the rim of the trash bin and hauls himself out, landing on the ground with a huff. Just in time to hear another loud slam of trash falling down, hitting at where he had initially activated, phew.

Looking around, with every movement, he kicked up more and more dust from the floor. He sneezed and scrambled upright, stumbling a few times whilst trying to get used to his new, shaky limbs. Why is even standing difficult?

He doesn’t know, he doesn’t know a lot of things. Like his name, for example. Or designation, what does that word even mean? That’s a long word, feels something like a name, but not really. What he does know, though, is that he is familiar with this place.

As he stumbled about, his bright, round optics awed at everything, eventually reaching a tall, looming door blocking the way out (?). It looks worn down, dented in many places and looking like someone rammed multiple times into the center of it, creating a small crack at the bottom corner.

He blinked, looking up, the panel next to the half-destroyed door was way too high up for him to reach, what would he even put in it anyways?

How does he even know what that is?

What the pit is going ON?

Letting out a frustrated sound, he crouched down on the dirt ground and squeezed his body through the crack, scratching the yellow paint on his body in the process, not that he minds.

With a few more wiggling, he finally got himself out and through the other side. He huffed, blowing the dust that is floating around away as he stands up, exploring the new area he just got access to.

It’s…the exact same as the other room. Blank, gray walls, looking old and in a similar state with the door. There were a few pictures lining the right wall, this time, all plastered with a blue and golden mech grinning and throwing a thumbs-up. He stares at the words along the pictures, ’Work hard for the Iacon cause!’.

Which, disappointing, but not too bad, he presumed. Pretty boring, if someone asks him.

And empty, and lonely. Cold, quiet.

He found that he hated the silence.

Luckily, he didn’t need to deal with the quietness for too long, because a voice rang out, jolting him into a squeak.

“Bee?”