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megs, megs let the peepaws see the sparkling you lost in the divorce megs you’re being petty

babybee au by @yuukirita :D and the meme is from twitter

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Oh crap my turn uhhh-

Last song: Dangerous (Epic the Musical by Jorge Rivera-Herrans) Favorite color: Blue and yellow Last book: Percy Jackson - The thunder Thief) Last movie: Venom 3 (The last dance) Last tv show: Transformers Animated 2007 Sweet/savory/spicy: Sour :P (or savory hehe) Relationship status: Aroaceeee Last thing i searched: Starscream transformers reference sheet Current obsession: Transformers baybeeeee Looking forward to: Reading more fanfics when I get home

BONUS TOPICS- Favorite drink: Coffee >:) Song playing on loop in your head 24/7: A Human's Touch by TWRP Current favorite character: Whirl, First Aid from Transformersss Fun activity you would like to get into: Lego building (I'm poor) Last video game: Minecraft, but it's been a while... Last comic/graphic novel/manga: Transformers - More than meets the eye #15

Tags: @yuukirita I dont have many mutuals 😔😔😔

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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Art jumpscare!!!

Yeahhh I draw too, just recently got an ipad and is still getting used to it tho so I doodled a bunch of mech Jazz au by @keferon :D

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Reader- reader look at me. I saw your reblog about the MechaJazz au. I know you wanna write it.

And I'm saying you should if you have the inspo (I'm also going to write/draw for it...neither of us have self control. We must collect all the aus)

Oh wait this is an ask...

Are you getting enough sleep these days?

Yuukirita why are you enabling meeee sob

I'm an absolute sucker for crack treated seriously aus and Jazz is so funny this au is brimming with potential. And I have slippery fingers.

Anywayz to answer ur question, I'd say *LOUD TRAIN NOISES* , yeah.

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HEAR ME OUT

Jazz is a human pilot of an Evangelion-type mech who anime-adventured too close to the sun and accidentally teleported himself (with his mech) to an unknown and very dangerous part of space.

Prowl is a Cybertronian. And one day he meets this very weird but funny guy that looks (and talks) nothing like any kind of mechanical form of life known to Prowl.

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IM BACK IM ALIVE So sorry for being dead for a bit tehe im back again with some tomfoolery, hope you enjoyyy :P Secondbee au by @yuukirita!!! Part 1, 2, 3 hereeee

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Elita regrets telling Optimus about the cave-in.

She sighs, watching the leader of the Autobots pace around the moving train, occasionally stopping to look out at the window glass to check if they’re there yet.

You would’ve thought she told him the Decepticon had busted in their base. The way his face pales (as much as it could being silver, anyways) and how he insisted on coming with.

She wasn’t worried about Cliffjumper, not really, the mech can handle himself just fine - there was a reason his name was what it is, after all. But alas, logic might not be available inside Optimus’ blue-helm right now, seriously, he spirals.

“Optimus, sit-down.” The pink mech grits out, she was already in a bad mood when Cliff scares her half to death when his comm suddenly cuts out, then the reports about the collapsing mine.

How ironic, she couldn’t have ever forgotten that mine. There were a lot of feelings going on when she assigned the place to Cliffjumper, it was mostly to just distract the bot, but deep down, she had hoped that he might be able to stumble upon sub-50.

Now, Elita has never personally seen sub-50, the place was a myth to her, a warning to scare mine-bots into behaving, she hadn’t thought the mines even went that low.

She hasn’t gone there, not really. Not even after what happened.

She wasn’t sure if she even wanted to.

Optimus told her about it, sometimes, if he had enough high-grade on a particularly slagged day. He told her about Steve and the others (she had only recognized Steve’s name), told her about how he and D-Megatron found him.

The stories usually ends there, when the mech starts shaking and they drop the topic.

Elita knew, she heard enough of Cliff’s complaints enough to know, Optimus truly couldn’t handle the red-mech being in any sort of danger, even though he was a fully trained soldier. Jazz said it might be a fragged-up coping mechanism, she wasn’t sure.

The Prime babies Cliffjumper to the point of ridiculousness, it had only gotten worse.

Despite that, Elita couldn’t bring it on herself to talk Optimus down from it. It was also pretty funny to watch, too.

Optimus flinches at her rough voice, and meekly sits down next to her, his antennas scratching the roof of the train, making both of them wince. Elita sighs.

This is going to take awhile.

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Finally, finally, they arrived at the cave-in mine. Next to her, Optimus exhales shakily at the sight of the mine’s entrance. She had told him to stay behind, damnit.

Regardless, they look around, occasionally tapping their comms to search for Cliff’s frequency, awaiting a response. Every cycle passes, the more nervous and jittery Optimus becomes, pacing around again. Elita sighs, she could never understand how some people find this mech intimidating, was it the height difference?

They walk and walk, until finally arriving at the reported collapsed part of the mines. Also presumably where Cliff’s signal was lost.

Elita grimaces at the gaping hole in the ground, so deep she couldn’t even see the bottom. Glancing at Optimus, she can clearly tell the mech was going to lose it at this point.

She nudges him, tilts her helm, then jumps down.

Optimus’ scream is like music to her audio-receiver.

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They landed in a run-down hallway, looking like there was no one around for centuries, the amount of dust in this place is going to clog her vents, ugh.

“Elita.” Optimus calls out, and she walks over, glancing at what he was pointing at.

Fresh poot prints, about the same size as Cliff’s.

“Well,” She lets out an exhale she didn’t realize she was holding. “Looks like we won’t be here for long, after all.”

They continue on.

Passing broken lamps and scratched walls, Elita frowns at the shredded posters of Sentinel, she’d recognize those claw marks anywhere - Cliff never really had good impulse control. They were heading in the right direction.

“Hey, Elita.” Optimus’ voice jolts her out of thoughts, she looks at him.

“Do you think…nevermind.” Oh no, they’re not doing this again.

“Once you start something, better spit it out, Optimus.” Elita snaps, it was the only sure way to pry any kind of worry out of the Prime, he had developed this nasty habit of hiding things - even from her.

Optimus isn’t looking at her, but his antennas are flat against his helm, red flag.

“The matrix, it’s…acting up.” That made her pause, as much of a blessing the artifact had been, it was also a huge headache, for both her and Optimus. Damn gods and their cryptic relics.

“It is? How long has it been doing that? Have you gone to Ratchet for that? What am I saying, of course you haven’t, Primus, Optim-” “Elita!” The Prime’s shout cuts Elita off of her rant, she glares at him, but the annoyance quickly vanishes when she sees what he was pointing at.

Cliffjumper, very much alive and kicking, standing shell-shocked at the sight of the two of them at an end of a dimly lit hallway. Elita releases a vent she didn’t know she was holding. See, Optimus? Cliff was fine, he-

What the pit is he holding?

Cliffjumper seems fine, nowhere physically injured, at least. Squinting her optics, as Optimus calls out for the red bot, Elita can vaguely make out a small figure in Cliff’s hold, like a drone bot.

Primus, if Cliffjumper also starts getting attached to and bringing back drone bots, Elita wouldn’t know what to do. Why, oh why did out of all of Optimus’ traits, that would be what Cliff picks up after the Prime.

Oh wait, he’s coming closer to them, Elita can hear his voice echoing back from the end of the long hallway.

“Optimus, Elita! L-Look!” Oh no.

“Cliff, I swear to Primus, if you’ve picked up another dro-” Elita had to cut herself off, her voice failing her as she looked at what Cliffjumper had in his hold.

“...Oh.” Optimus mumbles, his out-stretched hand frozen mid-air.

Elita resets her optics, twice.

Shivering in Cliffjumper’s arms, so small Optimus could probably hold him in one hand, was a sparkling. An honest to Primus actual, active sparkling.

And that’s not even the real kicker. Because when Elita resets her optics again, Optimus has one knee on the ground. One would think he’s doing it in order to not scare the small sparkling who’s a fraction his size, but Elita knows better, it took all of her willpower to not do the same.

Bright, if a bit dirty, yellow frame, with two black stripes running down their rounded chest frame. Two small (absolutely itty bitty) wings on the back, jittery in their movements, likely from nervousness due to the sudden attention.

A small horn at the side of their head, the other side missing, likely an accident, based on the dent on the sparkling’s helm.

Elita lets out a shaky vent, her frame is still and high-strung, like one small push can set her off.

Optimus hasn't said anything yet, he’s not moving, instead the Prime stares at the sparkling who looks so much like a friend that it hurts. Primus must have an awfully twisted sense of humor, he must be.

An old wound now all torn back open, blistering with pain she thought was long gone. Optimus’ frame shakes with frantic vents.

The sparkling looks up at the two of them with wide, scared but curious blue optics. They cling to Cliffjumper like a lifeline, small hands holding on red frames so tight it would’ve left dents.

“E-Elita-” Optimus finally speaks up, he calls out for her, but his optics didn’t leave the sparkling, he didn’t dare to.

“...B?” For the first time in her life, Elita can admit that her voice broke, just this once.

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I get that it's entirely dependent on the iteration but I think its a little funny when Megatron and Starscream are portrayed as having this 100% abuser/victim dynamic because it just looks like this to me

And also this happens afterward every time

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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….