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JNP Fire Patrol - INCIDENT REPORT (1)

(This is apart of my TFP grimdark au, love cryptic horrors and so my blog will get a few snippets of this! Got it from my google docs.)

WARNING: Viewing this file without proper authentication will result in action taken by the Nevadan National Guard, hacking into this file is punishable by law. 

Log 1: Jun. 12, 2011 - Officer Mitch arrived at Watch Tower 1 in Jasper National Park, he seemed naturally skeptical of the infamy of that tower held. Those rumors about a beast resting underneath the tower like a makeshift nest, taking hikers and fellow watch guards for some reason. 

Some thought the beast was eating them, others thought that the beast was turning them into beasts themselves, the fates of the missing hikers and staff members are uncertain. Mitch took the summer job due to the high pay, and as a stress relief. I mean, who wouldn’t want to take in the view of Jasper’s gorgeous national park?

Log 2: Jun. 18, 2011 - Settled in well without issues, he got a hang of doing the weather reports and stopping any would-be campers from entering past curfew relatively quickly. The following is a transcript between Officer Mitch, and the watch guard for Tower 2, who shall not be named for privacy concerns.

Watch guard two hung up after a short call with guard two referring Mitch to a training video to explain the new security system, and Officer Mitch watched the training video. He managed to access the security feed, watching through the footage. He is a bit worried of the ‘something’ that was mentioned not being able to shake off the feeling that he’s in danger, but no other negative feelings are reported.

It’s encouraged that Watchtower guards write their negative feelings in physical journals or the online diary that’s on the computer. We look over the logs weekly and see if they’re stable enough to continue working. 

Log 3 - Jun. 25, 2011: Mitch has not been reporting for the daily weather reports, and Watchtower guard 2 reported seeing Mitch leaving his station at midnight on June 24th, holding the shotgun. The ‘shotgun’ is an emergency weapon used in case of a feral creature, a cybertronian, and or him. We are unsure of how Mitch figured this out, but it has not been determined yet. 

The bullets are made out of dark energon, as it’s proven that it’s very efficient in disarming them, and weakening them. Mitch is considered lost, however, security footage says otherwise. BIOHAZARD WARNING: The following footage is considered to have contingent effects on those who view it, watch at your own risk. If you are infected, please contact Agent Fowler. 

The only thing available is the audio, but that alone is unsettling. There are noises, and Mitch goes down to the bottom of the watchtower, with the shotgun. “What the hell are you?” (Unintelligible growling)   “Oh god, that’s a corpse.. What are you doing with a corpse?”

“Are you fucking licking it? It’s dead, that’s not even living anymore!”

(The growling gets more defensive as it lunges at Mitch, the sounds of the shotgun being used are heard, then a sickening crunch noise.)

(But he seems… Happy? There’s the sounds of dragging, and a loud purr. A deep voice can be heard.)

“New ... toy.”

From the context clues, Mitch is disgusted at the sight of him licking a dead corpse, presumably in a maternal manner. Like how a little girl would take care of a baby doll. 

When Mitch is viewed as a threat by seemingly triggering him when he exclaimed how the ‘doll’ was a corpse, hence a dead body, the entity attacks him, hence the missed shotgun shots, and it crushed him to death. 

But the entity, in a sick twist, seems to view Mitch as a new toy. Presumably excited to get a new human doll with a cute uniform to play with. It’s clear he doesn’t know the difference between a toy and a human corpse. This contradicts with our earlier reports, as it’s reported that he’s much more violent. This information could be wrong however, as one of the reports was proven to be falsified.

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A Better World

Authors note: I spent a while on this, and despite it being a little much, I hope you enjoy it :)

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Fire choked the air around them, but Optimus did not stop running. His frame burned and he could feel his precious cargo squirming beneath his plating. Ratchet and Bumblebee ran alongside him, keeping pace as they fled the battlefield. The rest of the team would meet with them later, for now their goal was survival. 

“Ratchet! Summon a groundbridge!” Optimus demanded, his mandibles unfurling on instinct and his shell starting to fall away as he picked up speed. Bumblebee dropped to all fours, running alongside him as Ratchet increased his stride. 

“WIPE THEM OUT!” Megatron screamed from somewhere in the ash and smoke. Optimus’s optics cycled wide in fear. He could not die here. Not when his mission remained unfulfilled.

“The groundbridge-!” He urged. Ratchet’s secondary limbs emerged from their hiding place as he hurried to punch in the coordinates. 

“We are too far, the groundbridge is unstable!” The medic replied, his voice dipping low as the sound of blaster fire reached them. 

“It no longer matters! Get us out of here!” Optimus commanded as he pulled Bumblebee close to himself, throwing his creation onto his back and shedding more of his disguise for the benefit of longer and more numerous limbs. He hardly resembled his host now, but stealth was no longer an option. 

“There! Hurry!” A portal bloomed in front of them and Optimus did not hesitate to grab Ratchet and throw him through first. It was partially out of a desire to ensure at least one of his kin survived, but also to see if something went wrong. When nothing exploded, he looked behind him in time to see Megatron rushing through the ash. 

“ABOMINATION!” The warlord screamed, his blaster at the ready. Optimus did not waste another moment in hurling himself through the portal, but not before Megatron landed a solid hit to his back, thankfully below where Bumblebee clung to him as if he were a larva once more. 

The world turned into a mess of color as Optimus found himself hurtling through time and space. He was in the void for far too long and he could feel nothing beneath his pedes. This was wrong, very very wrong. Thankfully before he could worry about possibly being shredded by the uncertainty of groundbridge mechanics, he found himself rolling across the ground, rocks and rubble digging into his plating. He could feel his larva digging deeper into his systems to avoid the damage. It would be a struggle to call them forth later and he would need to be incredibly careful in his movements to not crush them, but at least they were unharmed.

“He needs help-!” Optimus heard Bumblebee speaking, calling out for someone. However he did not have the strength to see who as he used the last of his energy to pull himself back together, his disguise slowly creeping into place. It hurt, but it was not unmanageable.

“Don’t worry! We are going to patch him right up!” A familiar voice rang in his audials, prompting Optimus to try and pull himself up to see who it was. His optics blew wide as he saw a face he long thought gone. 

“Orion Pax…” He murmured before he fell to the ground again, exhausted and hurting. He felt comforting servos dragging him before it all went dark.

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“Hello there! Try to boot online slowly alright? You’ve been out for a while.” A far more youthful version of his own voice greeted Optimus as he came back to full awareness. He groaned, his mandibles twitching against his will. He tried his best to keep his shell in place, but it ached and it was so difficult to keep it all hidden away-

“You don’t need to keep hiding your mandibles Mr. Optimus! I can see that it's really tiring for you. You are a patient and shouldn’t overwork yourself!” On instinct, he relaxed. His fangs slid free from their casing and he vented in relief as his mandibles clicked together, finally no longer crushed behind the shell he always hid himself in. 

“There you go! That’s much better isn’t it. Now, can you try to sit up?” Looking over at the mech tending to him, Optimus noted him as he followed the given order. He groaned as he sat upright, aching and seeing more than a few welds that were not there before. Finally taking the time to look around, Optimus almost lost his ever present composure.

He was in the missile silo, but it was most certainly not the one he was used to. The place was brighter and filled with far more color. The human children, not his human children, played with Bulkhead, one who was not under Optimus’s command. This place’s Arcee smiled as she assisted Jack with a videogame, and surprisingly a mech that looked like Bumblebee stood a ways off, observing him in silence. He was too tall to be Bumblebee, and while faint, he had the feel of kin, albeit from Optimus’s Cybertronian heritage rather than his more… unusual bloodline.

The Ratchet of this place was arguing with the Ratchet under Optimus’s control. The two bickered, with Optimus’s Ratchet falling back on the memory of his host as the duo devolved into useless debate over what method was best for a specific protocol. But that was not what caught Optimus’s attention most. No, it was the mech who stood cheerily before him with a small medical kit in his servos.

“I’ve talked to your family and they tell me you are really nice when you want to be! I’ve met a lot of other Optimi you know. They were all a little different, so don’t worry about trying to be all secretive!” The mech who looked exactly like a young and far less mature version of his host smiling up at him and patted his thigh in what was likely an attempt to be comforting. “I’m a medical officer in training! Patient confidentiality is part of the job.” 

How very novel this one was. Looking him over, he couldn’t have been much older than Bumblebee. Practically a larva.

“You are practically a larva.” He murmured before he could stop himself. Orion froze, the one who looked like Bumblebee readied a weapon behind him. Optimus for his part clamped his plating down tight and instinctually got to his pedes, inching over to where his Bumblebee was lingering amongst the human children. A quick hiss summoned his eldest to his side and Bumblebee was quick to obey. 

“Nimbus! You are scaring my patient! Take everyone out! I want to talk to Mr. Optimus please!” Nimbus? So that was his designation. He was a Prime then. That meant that this place could not be the world Optimus knew. He would have sensed a fellow Prime long ago if he were still in his home plane.

“If he hurts you I am afraid all you will have to conduct is an autopsy.” Nimbus glared but quickly got his team out of the room along with Optimus’s Ratchet and Bumblebee at Optimus’s urging. Orion wished to speak, and so he would oblige.

“I am sorry about my Sire. He worries for me.” Orion smiled as he came forward, sitting down on the only bot sized couch in the facility and patting the spot beside him invitingly. Optimus raised an optical ridge but stalked forward carefully, wary of moving too quickly for fear of damaging his still fearful larva from where they were buried deep in his seams. 

“It is of no consequence, larva.” It felt wrong to call Orion by his designation. He was too much like Optimus’s host for his designation to be a comfort.

“I did an exam while you were out. Sorry about that by the way. I should have asked first.” Orion apologized as he swung his pedes on the edge of the couch. He was so short his pedes did not even come close to touching the floor. How young was he? And already he was a medic? Even Bumblebee, despite being a Pretender, had been given a chance to grow before he joined the war effort.

“Why did you wish to speak with me?” Optimus questioned gently, doing his best to fold his mandibles back where they would not frighten the larva before him. Orion did not seem too put off, but it was unsettling to be able to move so freely without his shell wrapping tight around him.

“No, don't do that! You can relax, Mr. Optimus! I promise you don’t scare me! I met an Optimus who was a Jester god once. None of my patients make me afraid!” Bold words from such a small being. Optimus allowed a small smile to grace his features. This one was not like his host in personality, he could tell that much. Still, he was a breath of fresh air. Cybertronians were always out to kill him as a general rule, and yet this one was tending to his wounds.

“I just wanted to get to know you a bit! I like knowing more about my patients! So if you don’t mind, can I ask some questions?" Optimus tilted his helm in confusion even as he nodded. So very strange. This one seemed to not fear him at all.

"What exactly are you if you don't mind? I would like to get a medical file for you and your family in case I need to repair you again!" Orion smiled cheerfully and pulled out some stickers from his medical kit. Optimus watched on completely baffled as Orion held up the sheet. "I will give you a sticker for a job well done afterwards!" 

Huh. The larva truly knew no fear.

"I am Optimus Prime, and I am a Pretender." The name of his kind came out in a harsh snarl against his will. If he could have chosen the name, he would have selected something that tied into his sister race. He may not have been a pureblood, but he had Cybertronian roots. To be outright called a fake... he could handle it. He understood when it came to him and Ratchet. But Bumblebee-?

"Oh! You don't sound like you enjoy that name much. Do you want me to call you that? If it is derogatory I don't want to be offensive!" Snapped from his grim musing, Optimus remained baffled as Orion grabbed his servos and held them gently. His servos were almost as big as the young medic's helm, but still the little one looked up at him in a pleading manner. Such a pure being. He was just like a larva. Young, without fear, without taint.

"I take no offense to the name, I merely wish that its origin was not so cruel." Optimus did not elaborate, but Orion nodded and released his servos in order to write the information down in a notebook.

"I won't pry Mr. Optimus. Your biology is incredibly different from anything else I have ever seen. I already learned a lot from your family, so I won't ask too many questions there, but do you mind if I take a look at your face without the cover you wear?" Standing up on the couch so that Orion could match him in height, the little medic held up a light. Optimus shifted, uncomfortable with the idea of anyone seeing through his disguise after so long hiding. He waited, but so did Orion.

"Why do you not perform your examination young larva?" He questioned.

"Because you are uncomfortable! A medic is meant to take care of patients! Not hurt them! Physically or mentally, I am meant to help!" So very pure... Optimus contemplated as he watched the little one. This larva was no threat to him or the mission. Perhaps... there was no harm in revealing himself. When else would he be given the chance to see his face as it really was?

Plating unfurled and shifted away, his jaw unhinged and his fangs slid free of their casing. Mandibles he never allowed to move at last began to click and twitch. His secondary and third sets of optics flickered online as he at last ceased his purposeful blinding. Finally, his Cybertronian kibble folded until at last his sensory panels could unfurl alongside his finials. It was freeing. However, Orion did not even twitch, merely humming in interest.

"Oh wow! You must be able to hear and feel all sorts of things with all these sensors!" Happily as ever, Orion did not flinch in terror or shrink in on himself as he examined Optimus's frame. How kind this one was. When was the last time Optimus had been treated with kindness from one not of his line? When had he last been seen as a living and thinking being?

"You should fear me. I have killed millions. I have stolen the lives of mecha who were far more moral than I. It is because of my actions that countless have perished. Why do you not shake in terror?" He questioned sharply, caution finally making itself known. Orion jumped back, holding his light against himself as Optimus's voice turned into a threatening growl. "I am a creature designed for one specific function. A being that imitates your kind and devours you from the inside out to further my own growth. Does this not frighten you, little bot?"

Orion finally shook, his expression wavering as Optimus leaned closer, more of his disguise falling away. Limbs slipped free of their confines, plating shifted away, claws and pincers emerged until at last Optimus Prime stood in the center of the space, hovering over Orion who had long ago skittered back. He stared down at the little medic, his many optics locked onto him to make a point. 

"You had a reason didn't you?" The question caught Optimus off guard and he paused in raising his raptorial claws.

"I learned a bit from your family. They say you have a mission, that you had no choice but to be violent." Orion stepped forward and Optimus found himself losing his conviction as the younger mech raised his servos.

"You just want to survive right? I heard that Creators are very aggressive when their sparklings are threatened. I don't think you want to be like this... do you?" Orion, despite the way his digits trembled, managed to touch the sides of Optimus's face. The young medic shook, but he managed a wary smile as Optimus's outermost mandibles clicked together once.

There was no way this mech was real. And yet... here he was. Kind and understanding. Something deep in Optimus's code awoke as he observed Orion shaking like a leaf. This was who he was created to protect. He would shed energon, he would suffer, he would endure all so that mecha like the little larva could live in peace.

That was the purpose of a Pretender.

"You are correct..." Pulling away, Optimus forced his frame back into its shell. Limbs cracked, but he was careful to be wary of his larva as he knelt and met Orion on his level. 

"Our mission is complicated, but at the core of it all, we are protectors, preservers, and warriors waiting for a chance to fight for our sister race." He nodded more to himself than anything else as he called forth one of his young. The larva he called to slid free from where it had burrowed into his arm and he held it gently, watching as Orion's optics widened in interest.

"I kill only to give my kind a chance to thrive. We are so few in number, and the larva I send out are hunted down before they can finish their growth and know the joy of living." The larva chittered in his servo as Optimus held it out. 

"You have proven to be a mech worthy of our protection." Orion was pure, he was one that would need to be protected. Optimus and the rest of his brood would need to return to their plane soon enough. He could not neglect the rest of his team for long, not with Megatron hunting them down. However he could ensure that this little one would be kept safe.

Looking down at the larva, Optimus made a quiet decision.

"Would you like to hold it?" Orion perked up at the offer even as he seemed worried over the opportunity. Optimus smiled in a well practiced reassuring manner.

"I would be honored to hold your baby! But, uh, is the baby going to bite?" Orion looked worriedly at the larva's small mandibles. This was one of Optimus's older creations, and thus it was larger. Its mandibles were almost as large as Orion's digits. It was understandable that he was concerned.

"It will not harm you. Do not fear." He calmly remarked, earning a happy sound from Orion as he cooed at the larva. Quietly ushering his creation along, Optimus watched as the larva wormed its way into Orion's arms, and at Optimus's command, remained docile. It settled in the little medic's arms and quietly chittered, to which Orion giggled at the novelty. 

Good. The plan would work then.

Looking up, Optimus noted Nimbus watching him with critical optics from the doorway, his blaster at the ready. Optimus remained passive, his expression stony as he met the other Prime's gaze. They held their staring competition for a klik as Orion played with the larva until Nimbus made a cutting motion on his neck and gestured toward Orion. Now, Optimus was not the most socially adept, but he was no fool. He knew what that meant.

He had no intention to hurt Orion. No, he was going to protect him in his own unique way.

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"Orion Pax." Optimus stalked forward, a smile gracing his features as he leaned down to match the little medic's height. Orion smiled gleefully and hurried forward with a sheet of stickers which he promptly took a star from and plopped directly onto Optimus's shoulder.

"You seem to be a lot better, Mr. Optimus! I am so glad you are feeling good now! And thank you for letting me hold your baby!" Nimbus glared at Optimus from across the room and the rest of the bots, Pretender or otherwise, stopped to watch as Optimus adjusted his grip on his cargo. They had only been in this alternate world for a few cycles, most of which Optimus spent in recharge. But that was more than enough time for Optimus to alter one of his larva enough to serve its new purpose.

"It was a pleasure to have such a wonderful medic tend to me." Both Ratchets nodded and hummed in agreement, the duo having long since decided that Orion was indeed a lovely spark to have around. However the Pretenders present froze as Optimus shifted his arms to reveal the small being in his arms.

"It is not safe for this one to come with me when I return to my plane. And so I would like to leave you with a friend." His larva, no longer maintaining its insectoid appearance, looked out from Optimus's arms at Orion. 

"He will keep me updated on your well being. Do not worry, he is more than capable of caring for himself. He is no sparkling." The green Pretender in Optimus's arms smiled and jumped to the ground. He was still small, about the height of a minicon. However given time, he would reach his full height and match Orion in stature. 

"Give him his designation." Ratchet and Bumblebee stared in absolute shock as Orion looked the newcomer over. Nimbus was seething nearby and the rest of Nimbus's team appeared equally concerned. But Orion seemed to see the situation as a positive as he smiled.

"How about Dion? I think we are going to be great friends!" Orion reached out to shake the newly named Dion's servo. Dion for his part met Optimus's gaze and nodded. Orion did not need to know that Dion was infused with the knowledge and CNA of a dead mech. Optimus had hoped to save the CNA strands for later, but Orion needed to be protected, and it certainly did not hurt to have a foothold in another plane. 

"I like that name! I can't wait to start working with you Rion!" Infused with traits Optimus thought Orion would appreciate, Dion was to be the perfect companion. He would ensure the little medic didn't get up to too much trouble. 

"Are you sure its fine for Dion to stay here Mr. Optimus? He's one of your babies right?" Optimus waved a servo dismissively as he stood again, not caring for Nimbus's threatening field.

"He is safer here, and I would like to ensure you are protected, young Orion Pax." Patting Orion on the helm once, Optimus met Dion's gaze and nodded. Dion knew his mission. 

"I will not hesitate to cut him down if he hurts my sparkling. I hope you know that." Nimbus warned as Optimus stepped away to allow Dion and Orion to begin talking.

"That is acceptable. Kin will always come first." There was mutual understanding between them as Nimbus crossed his arms and observed.

"We are working on a space bridge to send you back to your plane. It should be ready by the end of the week. You are not the first interdimensional traveler we have dealt with." A shame. This world was so very peaceful. It was pleasant not being hunted at all hours. 

"I understand, and I thank you now for housing us. This favor shall be repaid in due time." Striding toward Bumblebee, Optimus drew his eldest against him. It was not often he could offer affection so freely. Bumblebee whirled happily and Optimus's Ratchet smiled. They would enjoy this while they had it.

"Mr. Optimus! Bumblebee! Come play ball with us!" Orion waved exuberantly as Dion grabbed a red ball and held it up. Optimus chuckled as Bumblebee hurried forward to join. He always enjoyed the chance to let loose a bit. 

"Go on then. Play with Orion already. He doesn't have enough playmates." This plane's Ratchet ushered him onward gruffly, earning a glare from Optimus's Ratchet. He did not wait to listen to their inevitable argument before catching the ball thrown his way and proceeding to join the fray, Orion laughing the whole time.

NDNSJFNKFJDJF OH MY GOD THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL.

DION AND ORION <3333

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A discussion about carrying in transformers rescue bots fanfiction.

I know this is gonna be a long post, and I’m so sorry. But I kept getting ticked off and needed to tell someone who would listen about this.  So, i’m reading a fantastic 2020 rescue november on a03. (I’ll dm you the author if anyone wants it.) and there’s a bladewave carrying fic in it. The premise of it is that Blades wants time-off because his sparkling is gonna come soon and Heatwave finds out about it that way and gets so happy that they’re gonna be a family. It’s all cute fluff right? My stupid ass thought that Heatwave was the one carrying, and then I realized it was blades. Not heatwave. I have read way too many rescue bots/rescue bots academy fanfiction, and I have noticed a pattern. When there is the term carrying involved, the authors (no shade to them some of the fics are amazing.) always pin the role of ‘carrier’ to the cuter smaller bot, not the ‘big strong brave mech’. It happens everytime. Now I ranted to my friend on discord about it (here’s the screenshot)

My point is, I’m plain tired of the ‘big stronger brave mech’ never carrying. The possibilities, the situations. It would be amazing, but alias they always pick Blades, or chase, and I have only seen one of these; Quickshadow.   C’mon. Put the role of carrying on heatwave, or boulder. Don’t be a coward.  Give heatwave carrying roles. me, oh I always pictured him a mother hen to the recruits, it makes perfect sense. heatwave is the one that is around them the most, it’s adorable. Most would describe him as a dad. Unpopular opinion but I see him as the overprotective mother hen that would protect his kids with his spark.  Part 2 here Ok thanks for coming to my tedtalk, if you wanna keep this going feel free to reblog and all that jazz, i’m making a new tag for things like this. Likes are appreciated. 

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post 4 comfort characters (cheating edition)

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A discussion of carrying in transformers rescue bots fanfiction; A continuation

Check out part 1 here So, everyone who commented on part 1 agrees that the ‘big strong brave’ mech should get the role of carrying. But, I realized something. Let’s take a look at for example; Tidalwave (HighTide x Heatwave) Heatwave in that case would be ‘cute smol bean’ mech, as I’ve seen with some fics. HighTide would be fantastic but I have also realized something else. What if, oh I don’t know. Cybertronians could willingly switch the sire and carrier roles whenever they wanted. For example; One bot might be the carrier for the first sparkling and for the next one, their partner is the carrier. It would make sense as gender to cybertronian isn’t a big deal, carrying probably wouldn’t be either. This brings me to another point; The ‘smol cute bean’ mech being carrier as it’s a better choice for the sparklings wellbeing. 

Should the ‘smol bean cutie pie’ mech be the only choice in terms of carrying in fanfiction? 

No! As I mentioned in part 1, it would the perfect chance to slide in plot points such as; “Why did the ‘big strong brave” mech be chosen as the carrier in the first place?’ what if, the ‘smol cute bean’ mech wasn’t able to carry a sparkling due to there frame-type. if the ‘smol cute bean’ mech was to carry the bitlet in that case, during forging the ‘smol cute bean’ mech’s body wouldn’t be able to handle it and they would offline during child-birth. The ‘big strong brave mech’ would be able to handle much easier, as they have a bigger frame. Or another plot point you could put in a fic like that; “How would the ‘big strong brave’ mech’s family/friends react to the carrying cycle?” I imagine that it would be somewhat taboo, as the ‘big strong brave’ mechs were usually out fighting and the smaller mechs would be the one to take care of the sparklings. It would be breaking the cybertronian stereotype of ‘the smaller mechs have to carry’ or “How would the ‘smol cute bean’ mech take care of the carrying ‘big strong brave’ mech?” That on the other servo, would be a perfect chance to slide in some fluff, the smaller mech doing there best to take care of the bigger one, spoiling them with energon goodies and providing cuddles when needed or wanted. Helping them but also giving them space. 

Conclusion

Let the ‘big brave strong’ mech carry in your fics once in awhile, it’s the perfect to add plotpoints and add more personality to your fanfiction and characters. That doesn’t mean I'm telling you that the ‘smol bean cutie pie’ mech shouldn’t be carrying at all, it just adds variety in the big wide world of fanfiction if the bigger mech gets to carry.  Once again, thanks for coming to my tedtalk. I might make a part 3 if I get ticked off again who knows, as usual reblog and all that jazz, it’s fine. Likes are also welcomed. If you guys have anything to say put it in the reblogs or the comments. Your choice.   Signed by, your best friend - Quickshadow <3 Mutual tagging: @faultfindingfirebot   @autism-autobot  @asmoteeth  @sonicnerd

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so obvi windblade and quickshadow should be a thing bc that's cute, what do you think their relationship would be like? first date, dynamic, their interactions, whatever you wanna say!! go!

I got the mic? I just woke up I'm on my tablet I'm going to tag this properly when I get on my oc but here we go!!

Their dynamic is giving: Protective short one (Quickshadow) and amused tall one who's honored that she would offer to protect her (Windblade). I bet these two rescue each other all the time on missions sometimes they overlap and they end up doing different things at the same site.

First date? Well their first date must've been awkward, these two don't know how to romance whatsoever at first. It's completely a new thing to both of them and they have no idea, so they just end up at Swerves' and they're eating and then the two start talking about their problems, and Quickshadow rants about her exe and Windblade just goes, "... Well, you won't get those problems with me I promise. Mechs are.. morally grey at best and downright disgusting at worst. Dating femmes are better."

(This may be out of character, I don't know.)

And quickshadow agrees. Yeah mechs suck let's just date each other. The date then picks up really well after that when they get home these two are snuggling (Windblade's suggestion) and Quickshadow is just mush in Windy's arms and it's cute and why am i rambling about this?

So yeah that's what I think about those two I love them so dearly. :)

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(used a picrew) Summoning time! Summoning LEGENDARY!

Should've mentioned earlier, but her yokai name is Black Sheep Red Mist.

"... Whisper, I don't think that's a yokai. She just looks sad and depressed." "..."

Aka a dumb yokai watch x CS2019 AU. She's a kleptomaniac thief who messes you up by stealing your things. (She will steal your loaf of bread.) I wanted a crossover AU and went fuck it let's post it on tumblr lets see the Carmen Ass Discourse fandom people go crazy. Is Yokai Watch even still relevant anymore? Whelp, she's slippery class and also later down the line Nate's cool ghost aunt :)

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How would the tfp react to the sparkling beans

I have another work that has the TFP Cons reaction to the sparklings you can visit. Now its time for these beans to meet up with the Autobots.

Hope you enjoy!

Autobots reacting to finding a pod full of sparklings

SFW, familial, platonic, Cybertronian/ Bot reader

TFP

For the sake of this writing, the pod crash landed outside their base after a meteor shower. Optimus and Ultra Magnus go out to retrieve the pod. Bulkhead has his wrecking ball out just in case it was another scraplet trap. No one is expecting this pod to be filled with sparklings.

Optimus Prime

Confused sparkling noises

“My children.”--Optimus

“Optimus they all can’t—”--Ratchet

“My. Children.”--Optimus

Oh, he is not expecting this. But this is a pleasant surprise. He is in love with all these little beans. He helps them out of the pod with the help of the other to make sure they are okay in the med bay. Optimus is hypervigilant of each sparkling while Ratchet is checking up on them.

Due to the amount of sparklings, and his lack of more servos, he came up with a new guardian system for the team to use for the beans.

No one is going to say no to this idea.

Prime has a habit whenever he is in the base to pick up a sparkling or two and keep them around while he does work. That doesn’t mean that work is the only thing he does around the sparklings. He finds himself telling them stories he remembers from his days as Orion Pax in the halls of Iacon.

Has given the beans a ride in his alt-mode from time to time.

Ratchet

Giggling sparkling noises.

Mother hen mode activated.

Oh, his stress levels have skyrocketed.

Not only does he have to worry about his team doing dumb things and getting hurt, now he has to worry about a bunch of literal sparklings. He needs a break, but not now, he has sparklings now.

He checks up on every single sparkling making note that they were all right and healthy. Since he spends the most time at the base, he naturally spends more time with the sparklings.

He is thankful for anyone who stays with him at the base to help with the sparklings. His back kibble sub space is usually filled with the beans. It’s easier to make sure to know where they are. Ratchet endless patience with the sparklings.

Has taken some of the sparklings around on ambulance rides when he picks up Raf when Bumblebee can’t .

Bumblebee

Beeping sparkling noises

Mimicking same beeping noises

He isn’t the youngest anymore!

He is enamored with the sparklings. He is often found cooing at them and picking them up.

Protective of his little friends. Bumblebee is the first to introduce the sparklings to the kids when they come back. Which was a story all on its own.

He takes his job as guardian seriously with the sparklings, especially if Raf is around too. It makes him one of the best babysitters on the team.

Has taken some around on rides on his alt-mode, does speed up from time to time but usually sticks to the speed limit and smooth driving.

Arcee

Sparkling noises

“…Oh Primus…”

She is having a time.

Is mentally stressing about the sparklings safety. The war is still going on and the base can only be safe if they keep it that way. Doesn’t even want to think about the sparklings getting hurt.

She isn’t the best at comfort.

But she does her best in keeping the kiddos in check and safe.

Gets Jack to help her with them. Jack is just happy to help, because he is sure that Arcee might have a mental breakdown if one of them got a tiny scrap on their knee.

Due to her vehicle mode not beginning the safest for sparkling travel, she makes up for it doing piggyback rides.

Bulkhead

Sparkling noises

“Oh, thank Primus it’s not scraplets…”

He is so relief they are not scraplets.

He wants to be around the sparklings but at the same time wants to keep his distance. Bulkhead has a track record of accidents that happen due to him being a klutz.

Thanks to Miko’s help he does find a way to keep an optic on the sparklings and still being safe around them.

The first on is that he has to sit down with his backside against the wall and have the sparklings around his lap. That way he can tell stories and act as a jungle gym at the same time.

The other option is having them inside his alt-mode while driving.

He takes caution with the sparklings inside, meaning no dune bashing.

Wheeljack

Sparkling noises

“I want this one.”--Wheeljack

“Wheeljack—”--Ratchet

“Meet Jackie jr.”--Wheeljack

He likes sparklings.

Might have come as a surprise to the others but it wasn’t at the same time. Wheeljack has had experience with kids in the past and he is a good babysitter. One of the best in the entire team.

Reason 1, he knows his strengths and won’t accidentally step on one of them. He gets a lot of ‘uppises’ requests.

Reason 2, he can entertain the sparklings for hours with fun harmless science experiments. They have to be runned by the Doc first. The last time he didn’t do that he ended up with wrench marks at his helm as he was teaching the youngsters how to make a grenade.

Reason 3, he has plenty of stories to share, while keeping them all G rated. He is not dumb enough to tell them what actually happened, he still wouldn’t tell them even if they were older.

Wheeljack has been known to steal certain sparklings and take them out on trips in the Jackhammer or in his alt-mode.

Smokescreen

“Hi there little guy!”--Smokescreen

“Smokescreen you’re holding them upside down!”—Ratchet

He is too excited to see the sparklings.

He had never seen a sparkling before, so this was a special moment. Smokescreen is always the first to volunteer to take care the sparklings.

Loves the feeling of being looked up to and lives for it. He wants to be a good role model for them and tries his best.

He does sometimes forget where he might have put a sparkling here and there but that usually happens when he takes too many sparklings that he can handle. Thankfully for the most part he does remember in the end where he put them, or Bumblebee finds them before he can.

Why is it always Bumblebee who finds them, not even he knows why.

He is banned from taking the sparklings out in his alt-mode after speeding too much.

Ultra magnus

Sparkling noises

“I am going to read the entire Autobot code to them when its bedtime.”—Ultra Magnus

He has done this. Wheeljack walked in on him doing this and claimed to the others that he was torturing them with cruel and unusual punishment.

Magnus is not amused.

He is one of the best babysitters on the team besides Wheeljack and Bumblebee. Magnus knows how to be gentle and careful with smaller beings. After all he has had a lot of practice due to his tall stature on Cybertron and on Earth.

He can get the little beans to sleep faster than anyone else. Does not matter if they had a tiring day or are still full of energy, he can make them fall asleep in record time.

He likes to talk to them as if they were fully grown Cybertronians and has held interesting conversations with them. Secretly has a data pad full of the things the sparklings like and dislike.

He has taken a few sparklings out of the base at night and driven around the base to help them sleep better.

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☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground [Yeets ex-con Starscream at] "You know, people normally say hello when they meet there teammates for the first time."

She squirmed a bit, and mind you she looked awfully insulted. She didn't expect for her 'new teammate' that was assigned by Optimus would be so fragging aggressive. "Well i'm sorryyyy some people don't like BEING PINNED TO THE GROUND!" She huffed, then added, "So.. You must be starscream correct?"

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Transformers fandom I summon thee.

See this? Yes it looks like a dollhouse, I need your help to decorate it.

No theme (has to be transformers related) and as long you guys make the room and add in furniture you guys can go ham. Put your results in the reblogs.

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I GOT A PROMO BANNER <333

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH I AM GOING TO USE THE HELL OUT OF THIS THANK YOUUUUU!!! <333333

@strebcr THEY MADE THIS GO OVER TO THEIR BLOG FOR MORE INFO TYSM

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@transingthoseformers hey uh here have some optimus angst (nudges this to you like it's a piece of your fav snack)

hi hope you're well, a kinda long text coming...

with all the requests FILLED (literally) with joy with optimus, I shall be the one to break it HAHAHA so... can you do like a scenario where the reader and optimus are happy living their lives with the sparklings (imagine triplets!!!) everything is perfect but then........

optimus wakes up from his dream and realizes it all, the perfect family is not real, the reader is not alive, not being able to live with it, he suffers everyday bc of those dreams, he traps himself in this "reality" of his dreams (like that episode fr tfp on Megatron's mind) and isolate himself

hope that's not to sad >:) and if you're comfortable writing this, if not sorry.

Thank you author ❤️❤️❤️

TFP Optimus x human!fem!reader

you're very welcome anon!! this took waaaay too many drafts HAHA but im quite happy with it now, this is such a sad concept and now i just wanna give op a hug :(

I should also mention that I left the details of the sparklings biology unspecified. Whether you prefer them to be cybertronian, human or half-and-half is up to you! <3

Warnings: Angst, SFW

Word count: 1436

“Optimus, honey?” The wonderful voice of his lover called out to him. Closing the front door behind him, Optimus breathes a sigh of relief. Her soft voice calling out his name plays on repeat in his processor. “Is that you? Could you come and help me for a second?”

He had no idea how he got so lucky, to start a family with who he considers the most beautiful specimen in the known universe. Together, they both created three sparklings, all triplets and it was further proof that either Primus or another deity of life had seen the good that Optimus had done and blessed him with both her and sparklings. The day he found out that she was pregnant with them was the first time in his life that he experienced pure joy, the second time was when she gave birth to his little ones and officially became a sire.

With a soft smile, Optimus follows her voice to the playroom of the quaint house he calls home. He is thankful that mass displacement technology exists, allowing him to comfortably live in the house with his family. He observes from the doorway as his sparklings play with stuffed toys and little building blocks, making an absolute mess of the room. He clears his throat and leans against the doorway with folded servos, “I hope you young ones are going to help your mother with cleaning up.”

Three small heads perk up at the voice of their sire, all of them dropping their toys and bouncing over to him. He kneels down and gives his two sons a strong hug, pecking them both on the heads with kisses.

“Daddy!” The last born of the three calls out to him. Optimus chuckles softly as he opens his arms for her, embracing her close to his chassis. Now Optimus is not the one to pick favourites with his sparklings and loves them all equally, but his only daughter was the first one to hug him whenever he came home. She was also the one who took the most interest in his stories of when he was the great leader of the Autobots, constantly begging for her sire to re-tell them as a bedtime story, with the more graphic details left out. It makes the inner archivist within Optimus swell with pride that at least one of his sparklings has taken a liking to the history of his home planet.

“Hello, my sweetspark.” Optimus nuzzles his faceplate to her nose, enjoying the little giggles that erupted from her. He picks her up and places her on his hip, a servo supporting her under her bottom, “Did you have fun today?”

“Yeah! Look what I do!” His toddler babbles as she points to a large tower made out of the small plastic blocks. It wasn’t very impressive by Cybertronian standards of what sparklings can do, but it doesn’t matter to Optimus, he will gush over anything that his kids build or draw in order to expand their creativity.

“Did you build that?” Optimus smiles at her, “How clever of you, honey.”

She nods eagerly, a big grin on her face, “Mommy helped!”

“Did she?” He looks towards his wife who was kneeled on the floor, stomach swollen with the life of another sparkling. She was sorting out the seemingly endless pile of toys that was thrown about on the floor. Optimus can’t help but admire his wifes devotion to their children, playing with them even when heavily pregnant. The incredible and important job of being a mother is something that Optimus has learned and respected during his time on Earth, especially after witnessing it firsthand.

“I did, now could you help me get up off the floor?” She chuckles, a hand rubbing her pregnant stomach.

Optimus carefully steps over the toys to walk over to her. He offers his servo and she graciously took it, pulling her up off the floor. She huffs a little bit and tries to catch her breath, bent knees trying to brace the weight of her unborn child.

“Thank you, love.” She sighs, lightly tracing the servo that still held onto her hand, “You would think I’d learn from my previous pregnancy to not get on the floor.”

Optimus laughs softly, readjusting his daughter on his hip, “It is probably not the wisest decision.”

She laughs, reminiscing the memory of her stuck on the floor while she was pregnant with the triplets, and he can feel himself falling in love with her all over again. She is absolutely glowing, and Optimus can’t help but bask in her natural beauty. Leaning forward, he presses a chaste kiss to her lips, smiling through it as he hears their sparklings protest as most children do when they see their parent’s smooch, “Yucky, Daddy!”

 He pulls away from the kiss and brushes a servo across the tight skin of her stomach, feeling the little kicks of their soon-to-be newborn. Optimus doesn’t want to jinx anything yet, but he prays to Primus that it is another little girl.

She smiles and places her own hand on top of his, sharing the moment together. But Optimus does not notice that her smile faltered for a second.

“Optimus, you know that this can’t last forever.” His wife whispers quietly so that the sparkling he held can’t hear.

Optimus perks his helm up to look at her, confusion plastered on his face, his gentle caresses on her stomach halting for a moment, “What cannot last forever?”

She reaches a soft hand out to caress his faceplates, a small tear threatening to spill down her flushed cheeks. Despite being incredibly confused at his wife’s turn of behaviour, Optimus felt a need to comfort her and returns the gesture to wipe her own tears away.

“It’s not healthy for you… you need to wake up.”

Taking a step back, digits leave her face as he nearly trips on the carpet. The words that just left your lips made his spark sink to the floor. There was no way that Optimus was dreaming, he refused to believe, not when everything that has happened within the last few months felt so real and genuine. As quick as he felt his spark sink, the cosy home that surrounded his family began to crumble and disappear around him, falling into an endless cold void. The weight of his daughter on his hip was no longer there. The softness of his wife’s hand had disappeared. Optimus was left with nothing but the darkness of his empty mind. And at that point, Optimus felt his own optics lubricate and fall down into the void, the last echoes of his wife reaching his audial receptors.

“Optimus…”

“Optimus.”

“Optimus!”

Optics snap open, scanning the ceiling above him. In an instant, he sits up right on the berth below and vents heavily. He looks around carefully at his environment and realises that he is in his berthroom on the Autobot base, it feels lifeless.

“Hey, hey, take it easy.” A gentle yet firm voice reassures and pushes him back onto the berth, “I heard a distress signal from your internal instruments, is everything alright?”

Optimus recognises Ratchet, but the old bots words are drowned out by his processor running on overdrive. His wife, his sparklings, and his unborn little one are no-where to be found. Frantic optics flicker around every inch of the emptiness of his berthroom, hoping and wishing that they would be waiting just outside the room or hiding somewhere, playing that fun earth game called hide-and-seek that he enjoyed playing with his sparklings.

Ratchet notices the distant look in his friend’s optics and places a servo on his shoulder to try and ground him to the present, “Optimus, you’re fine, it seems as if you have just experienced a nightmare.”

His grip on the berth was hard. That was no nightmare. That was his life, a life that has now been taken away from him as a cruel punishment. All Optimus had ever wanted was right there in his grasp. He didn’t care about his friends, and he didn’t care about the Autobot cause anymore.

He just wants his family back.

“It was not.” Optimus whispers out, vocaliser stuttering. He knew Ratchet wouldn’t understand the monumental loss that he had just suffered, but Optimus could not deal with his old friend at this point in time. Just as Ratchet was about to question him, Optimus lets out a pained sob.

“Please…” He held his helm in his servos as lubricant began leaking from his optics once again, “Just leave me be.”

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A tad bit unhinged.

Life update: im putting away my clothes and I have a water jug which i'm calling, 'the room waterjug'. It's filled with water and I added ice. We're partying tonight boys.

friend tags - @transingthoseformers @asmoteeth @flowerguy4ever @polina-tvorojok

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Man remember the tobot promo post? Yeah so my friend @transingthoseformers, who i'm introducing to tobot and stuff. Their commentary is hilarious. I adore them dearly. Like seriously there comedy gold, theyre favorite character is Diluk and we've come up with a oc Tobot B her mindcore was raised by Diluk and the bikerbots and she's there baby and she's adorable. Also I've been giving them fanfiction I happily write, hey I just wanna let everyone know how good of a person they are.

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You @transingthoseformers *Grabs like a cat and wrings you out like a wet towel* /j

i could write an essay on how tfp megatron is pregnancy coded but it probably wouldnt make any sense and would also be the most completely insane and delusional piece of text youve ever read. anyways, megatron mommy milkers in my mouth NOW

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[Starter thread - The beach episode]

Let's have some fun!; for @dandelicn

Ava adjusted her beach umbrella a bit, today was the day her ma let her go to the beach by herself, honestly Ava would rather have Quickshadow by her side but her ma had a recent mission and she trusted her enough for Ava to be left by herself. She sat on the beach chair she brought, and looked at the waves. She stared at it for a few moment, watching it go back and forth with the tide. She eventually got up, and walked over to the edge of the sand, where the sea and sand met. She kneeled down, picking up a piece of seaweed, it looked like it's been for a awhile. Ava placed it back down and ventured further into the water, she was eventually knee deep into the water. "The water feels nice." She says to no one in peculiar, before walking back. This time she was gonna get that tan for real this time! She leaned back into her chair then just.. relaxed. She hasn't relaxed like this in such a long time. Not to mention by herself. The therapy's been a huge help.