#((love me some sparkle yes siree))

[theoceanoasis]

Rodimus is pregnant after a pitstop on Earth and everyone on the Lost Light is sooooo curious, wondering who the sire is. There's bets that it's either Dratchet's or MiniMeg's or even Thunderclash's because Rodimus is keeping a tight lip on the identity of the sire. And even though they're not the sire/s, they do try to court Rodimus to help him but he gently turns them down.

But surprise! It's actually Soundwave from a one night stand they had on Earth. Not only that but he comes to the Lost Light to woo Rodimus, who thought Soundwave was only interested in his frame but that's far from the truth. He wants to properly court Rodimus and be a family with him.

Rodimus had tried to keep it a secret but after passing out on the bridge his secret was revealed.

He was just coming around when he felt Ratchet scan him and then the medic gasped.

"You're sparked."

Those who'd been waiting for him to wake up also gasped and when he turned on his optics he blushed feeling a little embarrassed that his secret was revealed like that.

"I know."

He didn't say anything else even when people asked about the sire.

Word spread throughout the Lost Light and everyone began placing bets on who the sire was since Rodimus hadn't said anything.

Some thought it was Drift or Ratchet because he was close to them especially Drift. While others pointed out that Ratchet didn't like him and had voted against him as captain.

Other people thought it might have been Megatron or Minimus. While others argued heavily against Megatron being the sire and others thought the couple wouldn't want someone like Rodimus who was the exact opposite to them.

Then someone mentioned Thunderclash and for a while everyone was placing bets on them because who wouldn't love Thunderclash.

Out of all the bets Rodimus hated that one the most. However none of them were right.

He'd been joking about it with Drift until his friend got a serious look on his face and asked him who it was. He'd merely changed the subject refusing to talk about it anymore.

This seems to make his Amica worried because he begins courting him with a reluctant Ratchet. Both of them wanting his sparkling to have a sire.

He didn't even have to think about it before turning them down. However they weren't the only ones who wanted to "help."

Both Minimums and Megatron tried to prove they were worthy of being the sparklings sire. However he refused asking them both to stop.

Thunderclash was a lot harder. He was determined to be the sparklings sire and it was made harder by everyone thinking they were a cute couple. He hated it so much and silently fumed when people talked about what a great guy he was and how his sparkling was so lucky.

Thunderclash followed him around everywhere constantly trying to take care of him even when he could do things by himself.

He was getting tired of everyone bothering him and gossiping behind his back,bthat it was making his carrying so much worse.

He'd just spent the morning throwing up in the bathroom when he heard shouting. He rushed out to see what the commotion was about and found Soundwave coming towards him.

His crew was trying to stop him but Soundwave shoved them out of the way demanding to see him.

"What are you doing here?"

Around him people froze letting Soundwave pass.

"I heard you were sparked."

He blushed glaring at his crew for gossiping so much it got all the way to Earth.

"Is the sparkling mine?"

Unable to deny it he nodded.

"Yes."

Around them people gasped.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think you'd want them."

"Of course I'd want our sparkling."

"I thought I was nothing more than a one night stand."

"I don't sleep with just anyone."

Soundwave reached out his hands gently stroking his face and he leaned into his touch.

"You are so much more than a one night stand and I've been trying to reach you even before I learned you were sparked."

He felt tears in his optics and Soundwave wiped them away. Around him people were aweing and he pulled Soundwave into his room so they could talk by themselves without everyone listening in.

[starheavenly]

Locket is such a interesting take on what a love child of those two could actually be,

They’re not carbon copies of either creator, Granted deadlock and ratchet are not the best parents ever, as such it gives a new depth to locket, a sparkling created midst a war between factions, it’s not going to be all lovey dovey,

You’ve Truly made them a good character, They have such a vibe, a personality built around what they grew up with, keep up the comics! would love to see some of those scripts!

Kudos to you!

Oh my gosh, thank you!!

Locket was originally created as a joke, but it quickly became something I love fleshing out because

1.) I love adding to canon, and sneaking a character in is a little funny, and

2.) Ratchlock/Dratchet is my OTP, so creating something cool with a unique motivation for both of them is fun. Like I do not imagine them to be great parents, Deadlock being a literal murder turned sire that spoils and shelters Locket too much and Ratchet who seems all too apathetic to everything.

Above all that, I like Locket being their own character, separate from both of them. Yes, they objectively exist as a fan-kid, but they have their own stuff—mostly mental illness, but other things too!

I don’t know, I really appreciate people enjoying my character writing since I’m pretty insecure about my writing skills. It makes me happy that people like and relate to Locket!

[cyberapid]

Carrier Instincts

Bit of a swap but I got an itch so Optiratch with Bumblebee son

Bc that’s their son yes

Also fudged the bond and creator coding stuff so If it’s completely wrong just idk ignore me :]

Pt.1 Pt.2

—•—•—•—•—

Many cycles have passed since the emergence of their once tiny, yellow, youngling. Bumblebee is now a nearly grown Bot, so Optimus and Ratchet have found that their Carrier and Sire coding isn't fully offline but rather a secondary instinct- if rarely used at all these days.

The situation Ratchet finds himself in contradicts this idea though, as his frame seems to react even before his processor.

His optics and audio receptors booting up simultaneously brings the sight of his yellow youngling clutched between his arms and soon after the sound of sad chirping, the poor Sparkling- Bot- seems to be desperate for some type of comfort which his Carrier attempts to give with soft rumbles from his engine; something he knows soothed the bot when he was young.

It does the trick as the chirping subsided and his creations optics reboot, bright blue peers up at him and his spark twists at the pitiful sight,

“It’s alright. I’m here-“

A shift from the other side of their comically large berth pauses the old mech as his bonded seems to pull out of recharge slowly, optics flickering a familiar blue but there’s no real evidence of him being awake as his servo clumsily pats their younglings head. The scraping causes Ratchet to wince- There’s definitely some paint transfer from that. It doesn’t seem to bother the Scout who grumbles in contentment from his Sire’s halfaft attention.

“Enough of that,” Optimus’ Servo is pushed to the side as Ratchet turns himself and their Creation to the side, away from the clutches of the half awake Prime who grunts behind him tossing a clumsy arm over the two and slipping back into recharge.

Bumblebee's helm rests against Ratchet's chassis and continues to purr quietly, content. Ratchet returns his call with a deep rumble from his chassis which causes the smaller bot’s optics to flicker off and ease into his carrier's embrace. Ratchet slips into recharge soon after Bumblebee does. They continue to rest well past Ratchet’s preferred time to begin his work. Yet the older bot can’t seem to bring himself to care, even as the nagging in the back of his processor chides himself for his lack of productivity- a smaller but far more dominating directive squashes any thought of disrupting his Creations recharge. Even if his bonded has long left their berthroom with a chaise kiss to his helm and an affectionate pat of their creations helm.

He only allows himself up once his youngling struggles against his grip which he loosens, reluctantly, allowing for the mech to roll off the berth.

“Will we talk about last night?” His question is met with a noncommittal chirp and pedes kicking around nonexistent dirt on his clean berthroom floor, “No, I’m presuming.” The Yellow bot slips from the room, though not before pulling playfully on the bond between him and his carrier, appreciation and love seeping through their connection- vague confusion prods through from the Sire which quickly morphs into happiness, enjoying being included.

[cozzzynook]

Transformers G1

Now there are four of them!!

Astrotrain and blitzwing, blitzwing and astrotrain the local triplechangers in the decepticon faction, had been acting weird or at least weirder than normal.

It's not until a few days later than the duo bring in two new recluits, a pair of twins that look like they would fit better with the autscum that the decepticons, it isn't until a few months of them being in the decepticon intel department that some cons realize why the triple changers brought them, or at least it's their theories.

Carrying, both twins are carrying, and either they are already months in or that just a big sparkligs, the first theory is brought down by the constructicons who asure seeing blitzwing making out with the younger twin in a not so empty hall, the second theory is respalded by thundercracker and skywarp who assure seeing cliffjumper kissing with astrotrain in the groundbridge when they though no one was around to see them.

Megatron decides to wait till the emergence day to see if the triplechangers are the actual sires or if those two just found the minicon twins hot and decides to be step sires.

A few months later and yes they are in facts the sires and the sparkligs are theirs, both had mechs,one year in and when the sparklings are suposed to transform into their alt modes for the first time and you got a little train and a tank doing wheels all around the decepticon base until blitz jr decides he wants soundwave's visor and transform into a jet and goes and almost bodyslams soundwave and his cousing follows already transformed into a spaceship.

Megatron is delighted, they already had an advantage with blitzwing and astrotrain and now with the triplechangers sparklings they will be unstopabble (the sparklings still need to grow, but eh let the old man dream)

Oh my gosh i LOVE this!!!!!

This made me smile and its so funny!

Dumb old man megs is such a dreamer!

Minicon twins gettin it in with two huge triple changers is so funny and I definitely can see them waddling around with big ol tanks far too big for their frames with huge triple changer guard hounds trailing behind them all worried.

[ask-tfone-megatron]

Decepticons, assembled! Today, I, Megatron, shall address a critical aspect of our conquest: open communication.

I don't wish to begin my regime with shrouded mystery, fostering skepticism. No more! I invite all to query me directly.

Fear not, for your curiosity will be rewarded, not punished. If I find your inquiry to be worthy of an answer I might also entertain you over my past as d-16.

Step forward, Decepticons, and inquire. Together, we'll forge an unstoppable force.

Important tags(alternative universe):

#u 1255 (tfo megop secret child):

Odyssey, megatron and optimus's child.. which optimus chooses to hide away from Megatron only to be discovered by him on a fateful day as the child went missing and found his sire (Megatron)

Theme- angst, fluffy

Pairing with @ask-tfone-optimus

#u 0124 (tfo Haunted au):

Megatron did it. He didn't save his lover as he said and now Orion is dead. Then why does he keep hearing voice? Why keep seeing him smiling in front of him? How can he hear his voice as his lover's spirit keeps visiting him? Perhaps that is his punishment for his sin but then why he finds solace in this haunting illusion of his lover.

Theme- angst

Pairing with @orionpax-arc

RP rules:

Yes rp is allowed in DM!! But in chat form and mostly in drama style! (I can't write paragraphs in chats)

The second you start to feel uneasy and uncomfortable during rp please let mun know as my muse tends to be aggressive but rp is about fun and enjoyment not discomfort

Self and oc are allowed.

Whatever is in the DM .. will remain in the DM!!

If you wish for literature rp (not my best suit but you have to tag me in that post and if the scene is suitable for "TFO" Megatron to answer, he will)

Except a mixture of tfo and IDW Megatron while rp

(I will add more rules as I see suitable in future and if you wish to chat with the admin you are more than welcome to do so as I won't mind it much... please I sometimes feel very lonely 😭😭😭😭)

How Megatron speaks:

Normal

RAISED VOICE

Yelling

*action*/ action

How admin speaks:

Hello/((hello))

A little bit about Admin (me):

This is a sfw Blog so minors feel free to interact and ask!!

Muse will not answer any questions regarding politics, hate, abuse and anything negative. Those questions will be deleted without hesitation.

Mun is a big megop fan! So if you are an optimus rp Blog I will definitely be there in your inbox!. Mun loves almost Soundop, Shockop, Megsound, Optiratchet, Driftratch, wheelratch

About muse:

Megatron is freshly after the tfo movie so the questions over d-16 are acceptable and welcome!!(Poor megs is sad and hurt)

He is independent as well connected to the canon (as much as possible)

This Megatron prefers to interact with intake before aiming his canon but do not mistake that as his weakness. He is still learning the curves of becoming a ruthless leader.

But he is soft for any sparkling in question

Muse and Mun's opinion will not always be aligned (mind it)

He is comfortable with the idea of multiverse as well.

Expect him to sometimes mess around and act more like d-16 (softie) and shit posting with other characters!(Whom he considers friends)

Here are some songs of my muse I love by @acaciasmith8 ((very creative I must add ))

That gif is created by @naeella please follow them!

[mychlapci]

Thinking on the logistics of an barbarian AU and how to Freud-centipede it with some reasonable worldbuilding and to me it's an imperative that some barbarian raiders, specially the ones deep into the wastelands where it's either kill or be killed, have sex initiation rituals for maturity, some usually conducted by the mentor of a bot where the mentee needs to successfully breed the mentor.

It's a public rite passage, of a sparkling that needs to be lead on everything to a fully grown bot capable of siring new bitlets, as such, it's common to be a public fragging that will just cease the moment the mentor is visibly fragged or when his spark casing shows an orbital spark. Something that horrifies the prim and proper non-wastelanders, specially when sometimes the mentor is an uncle/aunt, sire, carrier or even grandcarrier (not everytime, usually the youngster is trained by a captured scientist/thinker from outside of the barbarian group or even trained by another barbarian group as a sign of goodwill or of subservience).

It's very honorable too, you see, it's so joyful to see that youngster maturing into a fully grown bot that will help to replenish the group's warriors, plunderers and raiders and show appreciation for the bot that raised them into the mech/femme they are today. As such, integrated members also need to participate in it to be seen as full members of the group.

Cue to Springer and Hot Rod, just recently deemed adults, having to somehow get their grandsire Kup pregnant. They could take a while for each sparkling, it'snot a big deal and they have plenty of time to rail him, but none of them wanted to be "younger than" the other, even if by just 9 months. As such, their luck was that Kup still had his insane fertility of his youth, in no time he will get double pregnant of his two young studs and grandchildren.

Just imagine him letting them compete and argue about who will go first, he isn't supposed to help them, just to see both giving up and railing him at the same time, double penetrating that old man in a impossible and tight fit. In the end not only he was pregnant but somehow the cum that slipped made both of them also get pregnant with each other's bitlet. If before they didn’t want to embarass themselves by being "older" than the other now they will by the fact that in their siring ritual they somehow both got pregnant at it.

-🟦

yes yes yes. i love ritual sex and breeding, it’s so good. and it’s perfect for barbarian AU’s.

asjdvkhsak of course Hot Rod and Springer would get each other pregnant in the middle of frantically trying to breed Kup... they could’ve taken their rituals at different times, but nooooo they have to be the tribe’s trouble makers...

[cyberrose2001]

Can I request a Ratchet x Fem! Reader, headcanons or or shot your choice! On how Ratchet would handle the reader having a child from a previous relationship? I think it would be adorable see the grumpy medic interact with a little kid, like 5?

TFP Ratchet w/ an S/O who has a child from a prev. relationship (hcs)

GOD I love this idea so much, I might write a proper fic about it one day gahhh <3

I could’ve made this better but my brain feels like mush atm so apologies for that… I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: SFW/fluff, reader has a kid.

Word count: 543

- Before even diving into the relationship, you had explained to Ratchet that you have a toddler from a previous partner and that they can be quite a handful.

- Ratchet did not seem to mind at all; hell, he regarded himself reasonably competent in handling infants, gaining most if not all of his experience from when he was a practitioner on Cybertron. He loves sparklings (and they seemed to love him as they would climb all over his frame when giving them checkups), so how different could a human sparkling be?

- Very, very different, he learned. He had to be careful around sparklings and humans before, but now with a little itty-bitty human sparkling running around between his pedes, Ratchet is terrified that he’ll step on them.

- Ratchet already had his reservations regarding humans occupying the base. Save for you, of course, seeing that you’re in a committed relationship with him. But having an already small human running around after an even tinier human stresses him more than Miko ever does.

- Ratchet will demand every bot to be mass displaced when you come to the base for visits with your kid, whether they like it or not.

- Despite already being fiercely protective of them (purely from peepaw instincts and a medic’s perspective), it will take some time for Ratchet to warm up to them and start having little play dates. And to the idea of becoming a step-sire to the kid.

- His frame is a bit too rusty to stay on the floor and play Tonka trucks with them. But who needs toy trucks when you have an actual truck to play with? He’ll drive them around the base for joy rides (with your permission, of course), his hardened spark defrosting from the pride he feels hearing their joyous laughter from the passenger seat.

- On one occasion, your toddler patters over to Ratchet and takes his servo; he’s confused but begrudgingly allows them to drag him off somewhere. He glances back at you in a silent plea but is met with your amused expression.

- “Daddy, follow me? I want to show you a something.”

- Ratchet is inwardly sobbing when they call him ‘Daddy’ for the first time, choking back tears when they drag him to greet everyone around the base with an enthusiastic “Say hello, dada!”.

- “Yes, yes. Uh, hello.” Ratchet.exe is not working. Initiate crying and sobbing mode?

- After being dragged around by them, Ratchet offers to help prepare them for bed, still reeling from the immense pride he feels. He’ll help you bathe them, dress them and ensure that they get any medications that they may require before tucking them in.

- Sometimes, Ratchet lays in berth with your toddler curled up on his lap, reading them a bedtime story. And you’ll often find them both asleep with the children’s book slipping away from his servo.

- You’d watch from the door with a warm smile, heart nearly bursting out of your chest, watching him slowly become more comfortable with taking on the important role of a father figure. You’d eventually join the adorable sleep fest, but not before snapping a photo on your phone to keep as your wallpaper.

[tinydefector]

labratory Logs

Shockwave x Human

Wanted to share some of my stuff of Shockwave, Tiny and Traxies

Warning: Human experimentation, past mutilation, mention of torture (not from Shockwave)

Shockwave masterlist

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Tiny watches as the senator continues checking over his equipment. He coos the blue sparkling, resting on his hip, trying to quiet the little one so they don't disturb Shockwave's work.

The young sparkling makes a small collection of noises trying to get Shockwave's attention. The little blue bot wiggles desperately in Tiny's arm, wanting their Sire. “Traxies please he's busy at the moment he will give you cuddles latter baby” Tiny tries to settle the little bot. "Shockwave," he calls out slightly, defeated over how restless the little blue bot was being.

Shockwave, engrossed in his work, is momentarily oblivious to the commotion around him. The sound of his name being called finally registers in his audials, causing him to look up from his datapad. His optics focus on Tiny and the small blue bot in their arms, recognizing the familiar sound of his youngling fussing again.

With a gentle smile, Shockwave sets aside his datapad and reaches out to take the small bot into his own arms. He cradles the sparkling close, making soothing sounds to calm their distress. "There, there, my little one, you're not causing trouble for your father, are you?" he murmurs softly, his voice a low rumble.

Shockwave's optics shifts to Tiny, appreciating their efforts to get his attention. "Sorry sweetspark, i got sidetracked with work again," he says sincerely, his expression warm and grateful. "They didn't wake you, did they?."

Tiny shakes his head. "No, they were just fussing again. They've been restless most of tonight. They wanted you tonight, hahah. " they laugh softly, watching them both with soft eyes, fully content watching his lover and child.

Shockwave then turns his attention back to the sparkling, gently rocking them back and forth. "Now, my little one, what seems to be the matter? What has upset you?" he asks in a soothing tone.

Traxies continues making small clicking and cooing noises once Shockwave finally holds him. Tiny moves closer, and a smile tugs his lips, watching the small bot with Shockwave. "He wanted daddy," they coo softly while making their way over to press against Shockwave.

Shockwave's optics narrows slightly as he hears Tiny's comment, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a soft smile. "Yes, it seems so," Shockwave replies, his voice filled with warmth and affection. He looks down at Traxies, his optic studying the sparkling's features. His servo lightly taps their nasal ridge, which makes the sparkling squeal and giggle.

Feeling Tiny leaning against his side, Shockwave instinctively wraps an arm around him, drawing them borh closer. The contact brings a surge of comfort and contentment, a soothing presence amidst the chaos of what was happening on cybertron. He turns his attention back to Traxies, his tone gentle as he continues to speak. "Recharge little spark, we'll head to berth soon," he whispers softly as Traxies snuggles against him.

As Traxies continues to make small noises, Shockwave hums softly, a low melodic sound that resonates through his chassis, his spark field dancing softly against his little sparks feild He presses a gentle kiss against the top of the sparkling's helm, his love for his family evident in every action and word.

"Getting sappy on me again, Senator?" The young human man teases as he's lifted up by Shockwave's other servo. Tiny presses a soft kiss to Shockwave's lips. "You look good like this," he hums against Shockwave's lips

Shockwave's optics shimmer, a faint hint of amusement flickering across his face as he looks at the young human man in his grasp. He adjusts his servo to hold him securely, acknowledging the playful comment. "Sappiness is a subjective term, Tiny," he replies, his voice holding a trace of amusement. "One could argue that expressing affection and love is simply a natural response to one's Conjunx and small spark."

"You have a way of bringing out the softer side of me," he admits, his voice low and intimate. "And I find myself grateful for it." His arm tightens around Tiny, holding him close as he cherishes that moment, surrounded by their small family.

Tiny chuckles against as he leans over to kiss Traxies helm. "Feels strange being here, 2 years ago you and I couldn't even understand each other, remember how shit scared i was when you opened that box i was in i thought you were going to eat me hahha, you had never seen a human before. now we have a kid, " he hums while leaning back in Shockwave's chassis.

Shockwave's optics narrows slightly as he recalls the events from two years ago. "Indeed, our initial encounter was... unconventional, to say the least," he responds, his voice carrying a hint of reminiscence. "You were an unexpected gift from Proteus, a sinister package designed to test my abilities. And yet to this moment, it was still the best present to gever grace my servos despite how sinister it was meant to be"

He remembers opening that box, uncertain of what he would find inside. The sight of a frightened human, alive and vulnerable, had been a surprise to him. Tiny had tried bolting across the desk only for Shockwave to catch him before he hit the ground. never had he encountered a creature like Tiny before, and the initial confusion and mortification had been mutual from both of them.

"How Time passes," he says, his voice filled with a mix of pride and fondness.

As Tiny leans back into his chassis, Shockwave's servo gently rubs his back in a soothing motion. "And now, here we are, with our precious Traxies," he says, his voice holding a note of tenderness. "I've only ever been this content while working at the academy and telling off the council," he teases, which earns him a slight glare from Tiny

He looks down at Traxies, watching the sparkling falling to sleep with a mixture of affection and curiosity. "Our journey has been unconventional, but I wouldn't trade it for anything"

"Shocks, what's happening with the council I don't mean to sound worried but the assassinations...something isn't right with Proteas and Scentiel, do you know what's going on, im worried one day im going to lose you" They state softly while looking up at the mech, cupping his face plate, the young mans eyes potray a mix of worry, fear and despair.

Shockwave's optics narrows slightly as he listens to Tiny's concerns, his expression becoming more serious. He understands the weight of the situation and the potential dangers that surround them.

"The recent assassinations within the council worry me too, Orion is helping me with trying to put an end to it," he admits. He pauses for a moment, his servo gently stroking Tiny's back in a comforting gesture. "I know you're worried, but without figthing for change, the cycle will just continue,"

"Rest assured, I will do everything in my power to protect our family and ensure a safe future." Shockwave's gaze meets Tiny's, his blue optics filled with determination. "I understand your worries, and I share them," he says, his voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and determination. "But I will not allow any harm to come to you or our family. Nothing could ever take you away from me. You are my sparkholder, and I will protect you both no matter what."

He leans down, pressing a tender kiss to Tiny's forehead. " My littler shimmering star and Supernova, and I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe," he reassures, his voice filled with unwavering resolve.

"Just please stay safe, I love you, you know that," Tiny sighs into his plating. shockwave's frame tenses slightly at the heartfelt words. He reaches out, gently cupping Tiny's face in his servo, his expression softening. "I know, Tiny," he replies, his voice filled with sincerity.

"And I love you too, more than words can express. From your Galaxy to mine, " His servo moves to caress Tiny's cheek, his touch gentle and comforting. Shockwave leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to Tiny's lips, holding the moment for a lingering second. "We will face whatever challenges come our way together," he says, his voice filled with conviction.

"And I promise to do everything I can to remain by your side, always."He pulls Tiny closer, holding him tightly against his chassis, his embrace conveying a sense of protection and love. In that moment, surrounded by their family, he vows to be the steadfast support that Tiny needs, no matter what lies ahead.

_______

'Recording ended'

Shockwave's optics flicker as he replays the holographic recording of his past life with Tiny and Traxies.

The Scientist stands there rather quietly, memories of love and loss preserved only on a data log. He had never intended for this to happen, the original shockwave hadn't. He had given his life to protect his lover and sparkling.

Yet in the Empurata room he had watched them torture and mutilate his lover as they pulled him apart, put him back together, the Shadow play was meant to make it so he would kill his own lover, yet it had only made Shockwave Emotionless, logical and driven.

Shockwave's optics dimmed as he replayed the recording of his previous life, reliving the moments shared with his beloved Tiny. The memories brought a mix of longing and pain, reminding him of the happiness they once had, but also the devastating loss that followed.

His focus shifted to the containment unit holding Tiny's preserved form, suspended in the liquid. It was a constant reminder of the Council's cruelty and his inability to save his lover. He had hoped to find a way to sustain Tiny's form, to bring him back, but so far, his efforts had been in vain.

"Labratory Log 21307, Attempt 37, project Lazarus, cybernetic integration and regeneration, subject is of human decent whos has been mutilated by cybertronian technology, other attempts have left subject still in status,"

" itergration with Maximal CNA, Pretacon Cybernetics and Nanites."

"Theory: DNA and CNA combine and Nanites successfully reconstruct Human body and tissue"

"First Cybernetic-Orgainc Intergration"

"Logistics 73% compatible"

'Please, just work, please give him back to me'

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[siremasterlawrence]

The Ring Part 1 - 2

The Reveal Of Glenn Powell

Once an upon a time the powers at be at the network I have been cast for a show calls me in to a meeting with the head honcho who seems a little to at ease.He looks blank at me mindlessly sitting in the chair staring ahead over my head at my will because he has been turned by his own device.A small ring sits in the desk annoyingly it is sparkling in the darkness of the room calling me to it as I pick it up and placing it on my finger. A tiny roll of letter slid out on to my head as I unroll it to reveal a strange word play like an incantation or something toward me. One the ring settles in to my finger I feel an odd sensation overwhelming me as my eyes are spinning out of contact as it lands down at desk. I command him to rise from his old, and dusty chair as I turn it to the side of my finger because I will him to with a single thought. Watching him walk from behind the desk to follow my feet till he stood right in front of me as I point down and he drops to his knee in obedience. He smirks happily taking my own hand in his as he leans down kissing my hand with his chaste lips I wonder in splendor.

This man is about sex foot tall towering over me with a giant shadow washing over my massive body and a handsome face carved like a statue. Cupping his chin tightly lifting it upward in to the air facing me carefully asI watch him beg for my attention with a body I could climb. I push him upward to meet me half way as his lips meet mine he kisses me slowly with all of his will as he surrender’s entirety to my wants and needs. He smiles as I walk behind the desk staking my climb over the studio as mine from now and slam my feet on the desk assuming control. Closing my eyes I begin to imagine how I want this industry to work as it all shifts before my eyes and now I am on a red carpet for some event. All I know is I am now in my best dressed suit with a giant crowd of thunderous claps applauding me finally. Glenn Powell suddenly appearing from the golden building with a super sexy walk in power, confidence and self esteem he is strides to me. I can smell him a mixture of a calmer masculinity with scent of pure childish delight we all lose he is really a miracle.

He reveals a bouquet of flowers in the back of his hands giving it to me with demeanor of pure excitement he smiles with a deep desire. He takes my hand guiding me to the side as he kisses me slowly as he lifts me up in to the air and swings me around as the crowd chairs my name. Nothing else matters to him as he points up to the sky showcasing a sign of my name in glowing lights a part for all of my magical movie achievements. I cheer as my power knows no bounds and talent new exceeds my imagination I plan to revolutionize this toxic industry.

“Welcome to your party man!” Glenn says

“God! You are hot!” I reply

“Shocks thanks “ he adds

“Everyone is here for you”

“Why wouldn’t they be?”

“Bigger then the Oscar’s “

“Obviously bitch!”

“Yes Master!”

“I love you Glenn”

“Me too sire! Yes Master”

“Let’s go inside “

“As you wish”

“Will you serve me?”

“Take me home”

“Prove it”

“I want too”

“Oh really?”

“Sir Yes Sir”

The end

The Delicacy: Tom Ellis

Tom Ellis is sweating away in his home as he wakes up mid morning to see his wife fast a sleep, he is slipping out of his bed and in to his slipper. He uses his shirt to air his body as he exists the room barley holding on to the rail and descending the staircase to his ground floor. He signs unaware of the line figure in to the room as the moonlit area shines through in a beautiful display of bright light washed a white color over the room. A man stood in the darkly lit room as he backs to the wall holding him down and Tom tries to scream putting his hand on his face. He sighs a bit heavily when the man hits him on the back of his heck as he goes complete in to subconscious and he faints in to the man years. The shadowy figure catches him as he falls in to his arms and drags his leg across the carpet on to his couch and waited for him to wake up.

“Tom Ellis?”

“Why am I here? What am I doing here?”

“Did not work huh?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean this…look at my ring”

“This is not acceptable…listen to….”

“Shut the fuck up”

“How do you….”

“You will remain silent and until I allow you to be other wise.

“Don’t worry it’s ok”

“Rise to your feet”

“Stand tall”

“Focus on me bitch”

“Your a pussy “

“I am a pussy “

“Tell me you love”

“Oh Master! I love you “

“Sir Yes Sir”

I snap my fingers as he woke up coming up back to life closing the gap, shutting the windows closed as the curtains area is draining away with light. He strips off his clothes as he now stark naked standing indarkness and then letting the light dance around him. The shadowy finger lifts his palm in the air as it glows brightly in the air filling it in to the brim of the room and soon everyone washes all reality away. The man smirks as we now appear in a private room revealing Tom is now sitting on a love seat couch laying his back on it and his arms hung over the arms of the couch like a doll.Wondrous as it is the man snaps his fingers waking up Tom who is stunned to see his new where abouts as he attempts to fight me mentally and emotionally but only to be defeated. He is in shock as I come in to his frame placing a finger on my lips telling him to shut up and return his gaze on me even though despite it all he refuses to give in to me.

“I won’t allow you to win”

“Sssh”

“No! I won’t….”

“You won’t what?”

“I am in charge here “

“Yes Master!”

“You have no idea how lucky you are “

“I am your owner”

“You are obsessed with “

“You “

“Good boi”

“Mmmmm”

“Help me “

“Why?”

“Free me from him”

“Who?”

“Tom is so weak”

“In three 1…2…3”

The end

[suppose-i-was-worm]

Dragon Landing pt 3

Kon-el woke up slowly, blinking his eyes against the dim light of the room he found himself in. The sun was creeping through dark gauzy curtains, and there was another body in the bed beside him.

With a start, he stumbled out of bed, backing up against the tapestried wall beside the cold fireplace.

“Hm?”

The other person rolled over, patting the bed beside them blearily before sitting up and looking around.

Kon breathed a silent sigh of relief when he realized it was Danny, and that both of them were fully clothed.

“Kon-el?”

“Good morning?”

Danny’s eyes found him in the early morning gray and they lit up, sparkling like stars against the encroaching sunrise.

“Good morning! Did you rest well?”

With a nod, Kon watched as Danny floated out from under the covers, alighting on the same side of the great bed as Kon and padding towards him on bare feet.

“That’s good, I’m glad. It can be disorienting to fall asleep on a dragon and wake up in bed.”

Kon chuckled.

“Disorienting is a good word for it. May I ask where we are?”

Danny flicked his finger and the curtains on the windows blew aside, letting in a wash of light.

“My personal chambers in Gotham Castle. It’s where my lord and I rest when he is squishy like us.”

“The- the dragon?”

“He didn’t think you would appreciate waking to a complete stranger and chose to spend the night with his father’s lounge.”

Kon ran a hand through his hair with a sigh.

“I am very confused, Danny. The past few days have been- a lot.”

Danny nodded and took Kon’s other hand, pulling him back to the bed.

“Sit and I will tell you.”

Following willingly, Kon sat on the edge of the bed, and Danny sat facing him.

“Your uncle sent word to our den that you would marry the dragon in exchange for power- knowing some of the circumstances, I was sent to meet you and determine whether you were the same kind of man as Luthor. Clearly, I decided you were not.”

Danny squeezed Kon’s hand from where it rested between them.

“I will not mince words, Kon-el. I fell in love with you- your goodness and sense of justice was so inspiring that I could not help it. I- I continued to lie to you, however, so that the surprise ambush we planned for Luthor would not fall through by any accident.”

He paused, looking away for a moment.

“If you are angry at me for not disclosing the truth I understand, and I will not pursue you if you no longer wish it upon knowing about my marital status. My lord and I discussed it, and we would both like to court you, should you be willing.”

“You don’t refer to the dragon by name?”

Kon couldn’t help the question- it had been niggling at him for some time.

Danny smiled.

“My dragon generally prefers to introduce himself- most of the Gotham lounge does.”

“Can I meet him properly?”

“As soon as he works up the courage to knock on the door, yes.”

Danny tilted his head toward the heavy wooden door, and, sure enough, a few moments later there was a knock.

Kon attempted to pull his hand away from Danny’s but the other man held tight.

“Come in!”

The door swung open, and Kon was a little shocked to see a slight young man standing on the other side, instead of the great dragon he’d seen the day before.

“Good morning, Prince Kon-el, Danny. May I join you?”

They both looked to Kon, and he nodded slowly.

As if sensing his hesitation, the stranger made his way to an armchair near the bed, turned it around to face them, and then made himself comfortable a good few feet from them.

“I understand that Danny has given you the general skeleton of the story?”

“Yes sir?”

The stranger smiled, and Kon felt something flutter in his chest.

“You may refer to me as Timothy or Tim, if it is more comfortable for you. I am one of Gotham’s Drakes, taken in by my father’s lounge upon the death of my sire.”

“A pleasure to meet you.”

Kon bowed as well as he could from his seated position- Danny’s hand around his made it so he didn’t particularly feel like standing up.

“I apologize for any confusion and distress you experienced on your trip here- The circumstances were less than ideal.”

“Understandable. May I ask your intentions with me from here on?”

“You may. Do not be afraid to ask questions, Prince Kon-el. In short, Danny and I wish to court you and bring you into our relationship, if you are interested. If not, you are welcome to reside here at Gotham Keep until King Kent retakes power in Metropolis and it is safe for you to return home.”

“Father is- married. With a child, I heard.”

Timothy nodded sagely.

“He is anxious to see you well- young Jon-el and Lady Lois are excited to meet you.”

Something must have shown on Kon’s face, because Timothy’s expression softened.

“Once my father found the right spell to return King Kent’s memories, he wanted to storm Metropolis castle himself to reach you. When we informed him of Luthor’s plans to use you for power, he was found trying to leave on foot. King Kent is fond of you, despite the past you share.”

Kon tried not to let his voice sound petulant.

“He never showed it.”

“Or was he never allowed to? My impression is that your uncle had great influence on whom you could or could not spend time with during your childhood- if your father had shown care for you, would you have been permitted to see him?”

The dragon’s words rang in Kon’s ears, and he took a moment to truly think about it before shaking his head.

“There, you see?’ Danny squeezed Kon’s hand gently. ‘Now you and King Kent can start a relationship again, without outside influences affecting either of you.”

Nodding, Kon made to get up, but Danny pulled him back down.

“Prince Kon-el- Tim and I would like to hear your response. May we court you properly?”

Kon looked between Danny- beautiful, radiant Danny who had caught his heart off-guard- and Timothy, a powerful being in his own right who was admittedly very handsome himself, and nodded shyly. He could get used to these two, he was sure.

[mouseycometz]

Ask and ye shall receive!

Polaris is Starscream's sparkling in my TF: Aftermath Lost Light campaign.

He's basically an excuse to show what how I believe sparklings grow and develop, as well as introducing Seeker culture to my players (cause I love all my little headcanons for that)

The way I imagine seeker sparklings develop is similar to birds, where they go through a "fledgling" phase before they develop all their colors and armor.

They start off small, like, fit in the palm of Starscream's hand small. Hold them gently like a burger. They gradually grow, being born with 9-ish? main armor plates that grow soon after birth. These plates develop into intricate armor and even their wings as they grow.

In my campaign, it takes 1000 years for a cybertronian to mature, Polaris is 100, so he's only about a 1 year old.

And Starscream would *kill* for his baby.

He's the most protective parent. He had to pop the poor thing out alone, by himself, stranded on Earth with no clue where the Sire or his friends where (they thought he was dead due to past campaign stuff) and learned to grow some self-confidence to care for his bitlet.

His parenting style is protective but also kind of "fuck around and find out"

he let's his baby explore, and get hurt at their own curiosity, but not too much. But if there's somebody who he knows might hurt his sparkling? He'll death-glare you till the sun explodes and if you come close and try to do anything with his baby he'd rip you limb from limb without a second thought.

He's very protective over who he lets hold his baby. At the start when my group finds him, he'll only trust my NPC Atlas (an OC who's known Starscream for a while) and the sire, Megatron.

Megs in this universe is not abusive to Starscream, but was in the past (cause of his Unicron Lean addiction) and Starscream is healing from that trauma, so their relationship is strained but he's healing not just for himself but his sparkling now too.

It's a very self-indulgent side-plot for my players. But I'm a self-indulgent fuck and Starscream literally is just me soooo

Yeah that's Polaris!

Once Starscream trusts the Lost Light with his bitlet, almost everyone will be taking turns babysitting, playing and coddling the little thing. Polaris will have no shortage of love, protection, affection and care with the crew and his momma who loves him more than life itself <3

Aw, Polaris is the perfect candidate if you wanna show off your seeker sparkling HCs! How cute!

"Hold them gently like a burger." I'm plagued with the thought of Starscream holding his little bab so gently! HELP!

YES! PROTECTIVE DADSCREAM IS WHAT I LIVE FOR! I EAT THAT SHIT FOR BREAKFAST, LUNCH, AND DINNER!

Atlas sounds like a pretty cool OC, too! I'm not a fan of MegaStar, but your take sounds interesting!

Aw, and little Polaris aboard the Lost Light is just what the crew needs, a bouncing bitlet of joy!

Thank you for sharing your lore with me! It's so awesome! What you have going on is very intriguing, and I would always love to hear more from you about it! So, don't be shy to reach out!

[theoceanoasis]

Thank you for the ratchlockrod food

Is it okay we have part two where roddy steadily grows their sparkling on a further planet.

Deadlock and ratchet took him to a much much healthier and safer planet where he can relax, ratchet can open a new clinic and deadlock either goes off on small missions as security or stays with Hot rod while they enjoy watching hot rod waddle around or recharge.

They even have the fun idea to put fuel at his lips and watch him eat as he sleeps. He is so annoyed when he wakes up but he admits its funny.

"Is this really necessary? I liked my old home."

"Yes."

Both Deadlock and Ratchet pulled him inside.

"It's farther from the war and look at all the space we have."

He looked around because it was true they did have a lot of space and a big backyard from what he's seen.

"Come on let's show you the best part."

Deadlock grabbed one arm and Ratchet pulled the other. They gently took him to a room that already had a crib inside and he gasped.

"This will be our nursery."

He found himself crying as his hand brushed against the crib because this was real. He was having a sparkling with Deadlock and Ratchet.

"It's not done yet but we'll have plenty of time to work on it together while Ratchets at work.

Deadlock pulled him into a hug and he gave Ratchet a curious look.

"There's a clinic nearby that could use some help. I'll be working there and Deadlock will start doing security and small bounty hunting missions after our little one is born."

He nodded feeling Ratchet come over and hug them as well.

"Come on let's show you the rest of it."

They walked around taking in their new house and he smiled. Rubbing his belly he could already imagine his little one growing up here.

Looking over he noticed them both staring at him and he gives them a confused smile.

"What?"

"Nothing just admiring your beauty."

He blushed feeling slightly embarrassed. Deadlocks engine rumbled as he came closer.

They both grabbed him and pulled him into the bedroom where they spent the day making love. Later when he was asleep exhausted from their activities. Ratchet came in with a glass of energon.

"What's that for?"

"When he wakes up. I'm sure he'll be hungry."

Deadlock took the glass and he gave him a confused look. As he wrapped his arms around Hot Rod and placed him on his chest.

"Don't wake him. He needs his sleep."

"I won't."

He gently put the glass to his lips and they both watched as he started drinking.

"No need to wake him up."

He smirked until he noticed Ratchet was watching Hot Rod.

"Deadlock."

He looked down to see Hot Rod waking up. He shifted causing some of the energon to spill on him.

They watched as he frowned and then opened his optics looking confused.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing. We just thought you might be hungry."

"What?"

Hot Rod stared at the energon for a long time and then looked annoyed.

"Let me sleep."

He turned over ignoring them both even though he was still partially laying on Deadlock. They both laughed and set the cube down for later.

Hot Rod continued sleeping and they cuddled against him on either side. Their hands pressed against his belly bump which was getting bigger every day.

Later Hot Rod was sitting at the table when he suddenly burst out laughing. They both gave him a confused look until he explained that he realized they'd been feeding him while he was sleeping.

"You can be a pretty heavy sleeper sometimes."

"That's because you two did such a good job fragging me."

"We can do it again if you want?"

Deadlocks hand trailed up his thigh.

"Maybe later right now I'm hungry."

Ratchet came over with some treats and the two began feeding Hot Rod ignoring his protests.

"Let us do this."

"We want to take care of you."

Hot Rod relaxed and let them feed him and take care of him. Glad they had gone after him when he ran away. He didn't know how he managed everything without the sires around.

He's just glad he doesn't have to do that anymore and can be taken care of while he grows their sparkling inside of him.

[cozzzynook]

Angsty Anon back, I bring part two for that angsty Starbee

It had been a few weeks since that night, since the young seekerling had saw their Carrier look so upset about something. They weren't sure why, no close friends of their Carrier have been sent to Med Bay or sent on long missions in a long time. Grandcarrier was busy but then again Optimus was always busy and Uncle Cliffjumper was currently "too busy" with his bond-mate to be Mirage. (yuck! Love is gross!) As for Uncle Roddy?

"Watch your helm!" The young seekerling gave a soft chirp as they leapt out of the way of the zooming ball. They watched it bounce off the training hall's wall before finally slowing to a stop, once satisfied the ball won't come after them the young sparking turned to face their Uncle.

"You okay?" Hot Rod had kneeled down as he gently checked them over for any dents or scuffs. "You know you're supposed to catch the ball, not let it hit you"

"Sorry Uncle Roddy" The seekerling bowed their helm as they sheepishly looked away from the red speedster. "I was...distracted"

Hot Rod gave a confused tilt of his helm as he tried to read the young sparkling's field for clues. "About what? Is someone bullying you?"

"No..." They turned their attention back at Hot Rod as they gave a nervous flick of their wings. "Its about Carrier, I think he's sad about something. But he won't tell me what it is"

"Ah, I see" Hot Rod's voice grew soft as he finally sat down next to the young seeker. With one servo he gently patted the space next to him inviting the sparkling to sit also. "I think I know what happened..."

Quickly joining their uncle's side the seekerling looked up at Hot Rod with a confused look. They flicked their wings again as they felt their spark burn with questions. "You do? Do you think...you can tell me what's wrong?"

The red speedster let out a long sigh bracing himself. He knew the young seeker would have to know soon but that's not his place to tell them. He can at least...simplify it a little. "Well um...I think it has to do with your Sire..."

"My Sire?"

"Yes" Hot Rod nervously flicked his spoiler as he gazed with a worried look. "Do you remember anything about them? Anything at all?"

The seekerling looked down at their servos lost in thought for a while. After a few klicks they perked their helm up and gave their answer. "Only a little bit. I remember them taking me flying when I was still a bittie...but that's all I know" They then furrowed their brow as their wings flicked nervously. "Do you think my Carrier is missing them?"

'Hard to miss that seeker of all mechs.' Hot Rod Thought as he braced himself to answer as truthly as he was allowed too. "Perhaps, They did love each other for a long time before-uh" Best to nip that in the bud Roddy. "Look, what I'm trying to say is that...love and people are difficult to understand. Some bots make it work and be happily conjunx for eons, others simply...don't and its messy. But that's simply life kiddo"

While the young seeker did cringe at the whole 'love thing' a part of them did hate seeing their Carrier be so sad. After a moment they turned their gaze away and looked down at their servos again simply twiddling their thumbs. "I guess that's true, but why did they break their bond in the first place? Did something bad happen?"

Hot Rod felt his both his spark sink and his energon boil as he remembers the exact day when it happened, the day he almost lost his own brother to that seeker. Quickly burying that anger he allowed himself to calm both himself and his field. "What happened was...your Sire hurt your Carrier. Very badly and...they simply couldn't be together anymore"

"Oh..." The seekerling wrapped both their arms around their frame as their wings drooped. They felt their spark twist in their chest as both anger and confusion washed over them. Why did Sire hurt Carrier? was all their thoughts asked as they sat quietly in the training hall.

Not wanting to dwell on the past or send the young sparkling back to their Carrier in a sorrowful mood Hot Rod got up to his pedes and gave a soft smile. "Hey, why don't we get some energon goodies on the way back? I'll even race you, who knows maybe you've gotten much better at flying in small places this time!"

"Wait really?! You'll race me in the halls?" The young sparkling looked up with wide optics as they bounced onto their pedes. "But what if we get caught? Won't Grandcarrier be mad?"

"Not if we are fast enough we won't!" The red speedster smirked as he transformed into his alt mode. He then playfully reeved his engine before doing a small loop as he headed towards the hallway.

With a soft giggle the seekerling transformed into their alt-mode. It had been a while since they had flew since everything was just so cramped and small. They hated that sparklings weren't allowed outside unless someone was watching them, it sucked but rules were rules and the young seeker just had followed them until now. Flying towards the hallway the young seeker paused hovering next to Hot Rod as they eagerly waited to start.

"On your marks"

"Get set"

"Go!"

Both Hot Rod and the seekerling quickly sped down the hallway, their laughs were drowned out by their engines as they quickly turned corners and avoided passing bots who, angrily yelled at them for racing in the halls. Oh well, what's a little fun without some drama? Lets just hope Grandcarrier isn't too mad.

I love this.

Uncle Roddy to the rescue

[lets-try-some-writing]

Hi!! I absolutely adore your kids as sparklings series!! and just wondered since Jack tend to be one of my favourite if you could do a interact of him and Dad Optimus, he needs more love since he such a quiet bean XD

I will gladly produce more lovely bonding fuel for you dear anon! After writing about Miko and Raf, I intended to do Jack anyway.

Little Medic

After all the chaos with Miko and Rafael growing and rapidly gaining themselves Decepticon secondary Caretakers, Optimus had more time to focus on the eldest of his three humans-turned-sparklings. It had been eating at him for months having to work himself half to death to deal with being Prime and his sparklings. He had wanted to spent more time with his neglected eldest for the entirety of the time he had the sparklings under his care. But now that the workload was more evenly distributed, he finally had the opportunity to bond with Jack.

As such Optimus's lessons in history and culture with Jack grew more frequent and at the same time he rapidly found himself wrapped up in games of medic. While he had hoped somewhere deep in his spark that his eldest sparkling (excluding Bumblebee) would have a desire to be an archivist as Optimus once was, he was still proud of his little one. Jack had shown great interest in becoming a medic, contrary to his warframe build, and Optimus was incredibly happy for him. So when Jack began putting stickers that were modeled after welds onto Optimus's armor where he had scratches on his paint, he smiled and let it happen.

It didn't end there though. As Jack began taking simple lessons from Ratchet, he also expressed an even greater desire to play medic and stickers just didn't cut it for him anymore. And so using the new free time Optimus had on his servos, he pulled up some old knowledge from the Matrix and some of the tricks he had acquired over the years to make a little gift. With Ratchet's help and permission to take a few small tools, Optimus put together a mini medical kit for his sparkling. It had just about everything, with small (thankfully dulled) tools, mesh wraps for bleeding, thicker weld stickers (the novelty of which kept Jack enthralled for days), and small vials of glowing liquid not too dissimilar from energon in fake syringes. Then to top it all off, Optimus commissioned a field medic's battle-mask from Wheeljack. The wrecker of course did not hesitate the make the mask and even went out of his way to make an attachable surgical blade like Ratchet (which was promptly confiscated and turned offline before being given to Jack).

When everything was prepared Optimus gathered the team and knelt before Jack with the gift held behind his back. The team rapidly took photos as Optimus presented his gift and watched Jack's reaction go from confused, shocked, to overjoyed in less than ten seconds. Jack did not hesitate to accept the gift, reverently putting it on the ground before leaping into Optimus's arms in gratitude. He ended up crying from how happy he was with the gift, temporarily leaving Optimus and the team to worry that something was wrong.

The very next day Jack was outfitted with his new mask, his blade (which remained dulled and offline but still usable), and his kit. He marched directly up to Optimus after he returned from patrol and in his best doctor voice proclaimed his Sire needed a checkup, to which the rest of the team nearly perished from cuteness overload.

Jack: Sire! You need to get a checkup!

Optimus: Is that the doctor's order?

Jack: Yes! I will be your attending physician today!

Optimus: Very well doctor, please, tell me what to do.

Jack: Go sit over there please! We need to run scans!

Before anyone could really process the adorableness, Jack began giving orders to Ratchet and had Optimus lay down for a checkup. Not wanting to waste energon, Ratchet gave up his pride for a moment and made fake scanning noises while pulling up some old scans for Jack to use during his "checkup". The sparkling did not suspect a thing and accepted the comparatively huge datapad with as much grace as his small frame could afford him. He then looked down at the datapad knowingly and made some thoughtful hums before putting it down and pulling out his new medical kit.

He immediately pulled out a little scanner designed to only pick up basic vitals and looked at the results with the most adorable look of concentration both Optimus and Ratchet had every seen. Then once complete he nodded to himself and grabbed his tiny sander and other dulled tools. Jack's tools were made to only damage paint when used, so when the sparkling began powering up his itty bitty sander, Optimus merely chuckled quietly and endured the slight tickle that came as Jack clambered around on his frame using the tool on all his biggest scratches.

Optimus looked like a blotchy mess when Jack finished, a bit like a spotted leopard if he was being entirely honest considering the varying spots around his frame where his paint had been stripped away. But he did not stop Jack as the sparkling seemed so proud of himself for "fixing" the scratches. He kept a smile on his face as Jack then went about slapping weld stickers on the sanded parts of his frame to make it "all better". Then when Jack was completely content with his work he patted Optimus on the cheek and passed him an absolutely miniscule energon lollypop that Ratchet had provided. Being a good sport and not wanting to foul Jack's mood, Optimus accepted the lollypop as Jack began listing off what he had fixed and what his orders were.

Jack: I fixed up all your broken bits, so now you need to get lots and lots of rest.

Optimus: Of course doctor.

Jack: AND you need lots of cuddle time to help the pain go away too!

Optimus: Oh really?

Jack: Yeah! Lots of cuddles and hugs and kisses to make all the ouches better!

Optimus: *struggling to stay composed* If that is your order head medic.

Ratchet: *dying of cuteness quietly in the background* How many cuddles should he be prescribed doctor?

Jack: At least fifteen! But the more cuddles, the faster the ouches will go away!

Optimus obeyed his personal medic's orders and gave Jack lots of cuddles throughout the next few days. Jack was ecstatic and quickly took to having Optimus lay down for "check-ups" every time he began to feel lonely or had something to talk about. It was his way of stealing time away just for him and Optimus, and the Prime did not begrudge him that. Jack was always such a mild and well-mannered sparkling, so he did not object at all whenever Jack called him over and did his little diagnostic before prescribing Optimus anything from cuddles (to help with ouches), game time (to help with stiff cables, obviously), to story time (for memory retaining purposes of course).

Whatever he was prescribed, Optimus took the time to fulfill. If Jack ordered him to have cuddles, Optimus would spend at least an hour with just him and Jack in their little nest at the end of the day. When Jack ordered him to play, Optimus would sit with Jack and his siblings and play a little game of ball or blocks with them until the younger ones got tired. And of course when Jack prescribed stories, Optimus would take Jack aside and tell him tales of Cybertron and the old days with as much skill as he could work into his glyphs.

Jack also took time to do little "check-ups" with the rest of the team when he wanted something as well. It quickly became obvious who he liked best by how often he summoned them for medical exams. Optimus, Bumblebee, Smokescreen, Ratchet, and Arcee were favorites by far, often being prescribed any of the things previously listed. Bulkhead, Wheeljack, and Ultra Magnus got called every now and then, usually being prescribed something like "you need to find X in order to handle your mental stress" or something of the like as a way for Jack to get items from the outside. They never objected despite being made into effective messenger boys at best and fetch quest receivers at worst. The visiting Decepticons in Soundwave and Starscream didn't get "check-ups" as a general rule. But every now and then Jack would slap a weld sticker on a scratch on their legs and pass them a lollypop as a form of appreciation when they aided Optimus in handling his siblings.

As for Miko and Rafael? Jack didn't give them "check-ups" due to them not holding still long enough. Not that it stopped him from trying.

[katherynefromphilly]

Are you still doing the DVD commentary ask thing? This is one of my favorite scenes from the story, I've always loved how it acknowledged that Arthur really loved Gwen but there was always something between Arthur and Merlin. But I wanted to hear what you were thinking when you wrote it.

Scene:

“As I said, a battle wound,” Arthur told him.  “It needs time to heal.  Though even when it does, I’m certain I’ll still awaken some mornings expecting Sir Leon to burst into the room with word of an attack. Or one of my Counsel to be waiting for an audience.  Or for Guinevere to be here in…”

Merlin flinched before he could catch himself.

Arthur noticed.  He began to speak, then hesitated, uncertain.

“You expect Gwen to be here instead of me,” Merlin said, so that Arthur knew he still had a friend to confide in about such things, no matter what the two of them had become to each other.

“Yes,” Arthur said softly.

“Of course you do,” Merlin assured him, ignoring how strange he felt to speak of this while Arthur was stretched out half naked at his side in the royal bed.  “Gwen was your wife, sire.  Your queen.  I’d-“  He swallowed, forced a smile.  “I’d never think of trying to take her place.  I know I never could.”

Arthur smiled at him, a small thing in the dim daylight that still set a sparkle to his blue eyes. “No, you couldn’t,” he said.  “Just as Guinevere never could take yours.”

“As… your servant?”

“No, Merlin,” he drawled out, putting overtones of ‘idiot’ into his name.  “Not as my servant.”

“Well what, then?”

Arthur pushed himself up to an elbow, his blond hair mussed and his cheeks pink with the heat of their bed.  “I did love Guinevere.  As much as I knew how at the time.  But you…”

“Me… what?”

Arthur touched Merlin’s face, fingertips sliding down his cheek before tracing his lips.  First the top, and then the bottom, and then the top again, all the while watching his own fingers with a wistful smile.  “I remember staring at your mouth.  From that first day we met.   I remember telling myself it was because you had the pretty lips of a girl.”

“I do not have the pretty lips of a girl-”

“You have seen your lips, haven’t you.”

“You’re one to talk.  Your mouth is-“

Arthur silenced him with a kiss, right where his fingers had been, before resuming his soft touches.  “Do you remember what you said our first night together?”

It was difficult to remember anything at all with Arthur touching him as if he were something precious and rare, whispering as if sharing a secret.  “I… No?”

“You said that in hindsight, it was obvious how you felt about me.  You just didn’t recognize it for what it was at the time.”

“You mean… you…”

“Yes.”

“Even then?”

“Even then,” Arthur said.  “So you see, right from the very start, before any of it, before all of it, your place was here.  In my life.  In my heart.  In my bed.   I’ll not hear of you doubting that.  Not even for a moment.  Do you understand?”

I’d be happy to talk about this scene. :)

Because I like to write in canon, I needed to keep Arthur’s love for Gwen in tact. In Season 5, Gwen’s character representation is all over the place (don’t get me started on the whole Evil Gwen thing), but in Diamond of the Day especially, which I rewatched A LOT, Gwen was smart, brave, and Arthur clearly loved her and respected her with all of his heart.

Merlin’s friendship with Gwen was really downplayed in Season 5, which sucked, but fundamentally she cared for Merlin, and he did for her as well. I also wanted to respect that in my story, especially because it added a nice layer of internal conflict and guilt for Merlin at taking her place.

So in this scene, we have Merlin and Arthur laying naked together in Arthur’s actual bed from Camelot, after they’ve just had sex the first time. As I wrote them finally talking to each other about how they felt, I could feel Gwen’s presence with them.

I wrote the little exchange between the two of them to give Gwen her place as friend and wife and queen to Arthur, and to also settle Merlin’s insecurities about who he is in Arthur’s life. I also wanted to show that Arthur has been doing some reflecting on his life back in Camelot (through his new understanding of his own sexuality), and acknowledge that he actually was attracted to Merlin all that time, only didn’t realize it, just as Merlin hadn’t either.

There are a lot of stories out there with a lot of different takes on Arthur and Gwen. I’ve read a bunch of them, but of them all, the one that I think influenced me the most — and influenced the different way I see Arthur loving Gwen and Arthur loving Merlin — is probably “Lights Go Out, Here I Go Again” by halffizzbin. Just take a look at this beautiful passage from that story:

“Arthur loved Gwen in his other life, of course, with as much of himself as he possibly could—and that was enough, at the time. He misses her, a gentle ache in his heart that eases a little when he thinks about the long life he’s told that she lived when he was gone, ruling well in his absence and surrounded by loyal friends. He’ll love Gwen forever, probably, but.

Merlin is something else. Merlin has always been more than forever (something they’ve already proven by sitting across from each other eating curry right now). Merlin is sunlight and flame and clear, rushing water, too much for Arthur to control and never enough to quench him, and maybe it took Arthur dying for him to realize it but oh, he wants. He wants things he never realized he could have, before, when his life was all planned out for him and his servant still seemed like this wild, unknowable thing even after all those years, beloved and strange and always slipping out of Arthur’s grasp.”

DAMN I love that last bit in purple. If you want a good read, hit the link up above. It’s short and sweet and rated Explicit. Still one of my all time faves.

[ariellewm]

Czar Agskaga - A Random Snippet Story

Warning: Slightly on a steamy side (nothing too crazy, it's on the light side), naga (half human, half snake beings)

The story I wrote was inspired by a question from @wyyvernn . She asked: If my original character played an instrument, what would it be?

I imagine him playing the dudek flute or any sort of flute. Remember the Narnia Lullaby that Mr. Tumnus plays? That's the exact song that came to mind that Czar would play. The dudek flute is also what was used for the recording of the song.

Enjoy the story down below!

**Play the Narnia Lullaby in the link above for added ambience to the story if you wish!**

It was a quiet evening within the Amber Palace. Waves crashing along the shore, the smell of incenses of rose and lavender filling the naga prince's chamber. 

"Your Highness," the maiden called out behind the silken drapes, "I have the fruits you've asked for."

"You may enter." The prince said, inviting her into the chamber.

Walking in, she carried a woven tray. It was filled with all sorts of freshly picked fruit. Apples of jade, violet ripe berries. She made her way to Czar, careful not to step on his glossy onyx, red and gold pattern coils. The tray was placed upon a table beside the prince.

She stepped back, lowering her head, "Is there anything else you need, your highness?" 

His upper tanned body slightly turned. Crimson eyes fell upon the maiden. He notice her shouched shoulders, unbalanced posture. Czar emitted a soft hiss as the end of his black tail reached toward her. Delicately, his tail tilted her head upward to face the handsome prince.

"S-sire?" Shyly she gasped from the cold touch. Her freckled cheeks blushed a delicate shade of plum. 

Oh yes, indeed, her eyes lacked of sparkle. Dark circles beneath those beautiful, soft eyes.

The cool touch of his tail moved away.

Czar's hand reached toward one of the apples on the tray. "I noticcced your a bit exhausssted. Here," he tossed the apple to her, "you dessserve a break."

"But...but your--" 

"Pleassse dear, call me Czar." 

"Czar, what of my duties?" Confusion appeared on her face.

He slithered toward the cozy floor cushions, "Relaxxx my lovely girl. You've been hard at work all day, ssserving me and my uncle." His coils twisted and wrapped around the pillows and low table. He gestured a spot across from the table, "Pleassse, won't you join me?"

I guess it wouldn't hurt to sit for a while, she thought to herself. With a small smile she eased herself onto the large floor pillow. The maiden savored the crisp apple offered by the prince. She relished the taste with every bite. 

"Ssshall I play sssomething for you darling?" His faded inked arm reaches over behind him. A beautifully carved wooden flute appeared. 

"I found thisss the other day. Perhapsss you'd like to hear a sssong or two?"

The maiden swallowed before answering, "I would very much like to hear."

The naga smiled, placing his lips around the mouthpiece. Eyes closed, he began to play.

It was ethereal. Soothing to the ears. His fingers delicately danced upon the holes as he played. Otherworldly, almost as if she was transported back to the ancient city of Draca Isla, the once home of naga's and dragon's. She could smell the earthy damp rock, the sweet fragrance of amber lilies growing in the wild. 

The pillow underneath the maiden began to sink. Or was it just her imagination?

Czar's ruby eyes opened to only darken as he took notice of the maiden's dreamy eyes. The half eaten apple dropped to her side. He smiled as he played, continuing his enchanting melody.

Want to learn more about His Illustrious Eminence?

Here are some links:

Information + Concept Artwork on Czar Agskaga

"Coils of the Naga" & "Coiled by the Naga" Written by Arielle W.M. ( @ariellewm ) & Produced/Voiced by Ycey Narrates

SFW Hypnosis Headcanon Story