#Automobile Alt

[swatchitt]

I know there are like 3 sonic references in this image, but I swear it's actually Transformers fanart.

[1o1percentmilk]

Commission for a close friend \(•u•\)

[lightpainterr]

Performance Gauges⛐†

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Black and blue cyanotypes on chevy impala parts and accessories catalog pages, installed by the highway

Photos of @novakaynee from 2023

[robolvrr]

I love love looove the way you write!! I'm 22- and i wanted to ask about your Headcanons for a bi bumblebee.

He's always been proud of looking good, so maaaybe you could give him an opportunity to show off? A car show, or maybe a car wash could be fun.

hot motor oil ☆∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°

hahaaa fffkxzkdk. bet! you speaking my language, anon.

bumblebee x gn! human headcanons.

warnings: suggestive/nsfw. exhibitionism, praise, voyeurism.

bumblebee when on earth at his prime is cocky, playful and a thrill-seeker.

while the inability to vocalize is a sore subject, he's never been insecure about his appearance. he's considered very attractive wherever he goes, cybertron and otherwise.

much to optimus's disapproval, he takes the time to find the newest speedsters to scan regularly throughout the decades.

while he's particular with what automobiles he claims, there's a clear taste for flashy, fast horsepower.

he adores weaving between traffic, secret drag races, because the racers and humans react. it's either anger, frustration, awe or jealousy. makes his chassis get all warm knowing that just being in his alt-modes gains attention without applying much effort.

the thing is though - he does. constant buffing. avoids mud like the plague and never gets insects stuck in his grills. his bumper never gets scuffed and he might have found a car wash or two with easy on the optic workers who gladly accept fat tips and rub between his panels and exterior with feather light touches.

they don't look too much through his tinted windshield or question the pink fluids collecting near the drain when he zips off.

when he meets you, he's almost shaking when he learns of your hobbies.

a mechanic? and you spend hours in your garage just.. fixing up cars?

his spark stutters one day relaxing in your detached shed, as you mumble under your breath with your ungloved fingers coated in oil with the popped hood of an '99 ferrari, tongue licking sweat off your top lip so slow he has to lock his tires not to accidently skid the concrete.

"mmm, there ya go. shiny and just as gorgeous. bet i could go on a real fast ride with you now, huh?"

"kkkrrtt! my chick do stuff that your chick wish she could — chhhtk — krrrz!"

"oh my god, bee, please — hey! do not leak in my garage baby."

he has never made his attraction for you quiet.

it's difficult to course through radio signals in regular conversation but you always look so charmed when he chirps out song lyrics you know, so chatting you up during repair sessions is frequent.

once his leash has been loosened some and you're teetering ripping back the veil of platonic and more, you let him know the other aspect of your interests.

he stares at the shiny poster in your hands, watching you animatedly explain just what a "muscle car show" was. his brow ridge raises. okaay, you got his attention.

while you didn't expect to win (which he rolled his optics to because really, this is him you're talking about), it'd be fun. it would only last a few hours. all he has to do is sit still and look pretty.

look still and look. pretty. his flaps flutter, proud. damn straight he's pretty.

when you roll him to the flat plain one saturday afternoon, his wheels look brand-new and his hood has signature, thick black accents.

even has that "new smell" to him, rubber flawless and paint with that glittering coat.

fancy little bastard managed to get some butterfly doors. you coo between his engine revving he's being such a little show-off.

what he didn't expect was the constant attention to be so distracting. it's warm and there's an internal message to start blasting his cooling fans because his temperature is starting to up a tick.

there's so, so many cars. yet he's fully in the center, which means at times he feels like he's being surrounded.

bumblebee takes a gander while he plays some old rock softly to cover the fizzle of his motor, eyeing the classics and more modern bodystyle frames.

almost beeps when you bend down to show a man his chrome mufflers. your hands run along his rims and he's starting to feel.. funny.

"damn. how'd you get such a sexy car?"

"ahh... magician never shares their tricks. wanna feel the inside?"

cue the radio shorting out, because suddenly his doors are unfolding and men and women alike start to crowd him, cooing and taking pictures.

the sensory overload from curious palms smoothing over his dash? you lean into him to adjust his mirror and cheekily grab the clutch. his engine roars.

"you know. i never thought i'd say i fuck a sports car but jesus, you've outdone yourself... oh, cmon, how much you selling for?"

"my bumblebee? girl, i ain't ever putting him up for sale. he's my sweet stallion."

his processor is humming. angles his frontal mirrors as you keep teasing him, even going as far to spank his bumper slightly before bragging about the genuine leather interiors and letting his admirers lounge inside, encouraging them to ask questions.

exhaust slips from pipes as he tries not to let the electricity cloak his frame suffocate when you press a silky smooch on his window. the kiss-mark looks like it's been left behind on foggy, shower glass.

is it a shocker you win? nope. easiest $5K of your life.

there's a final round where you get to drive him around a lap so motor-enthusiasts can gander a final time. he's almost thankful the announcements echo because you're leaned over the wheel, chest pressed up near the horn.

"you like that? you did so fucking good."

"tcccthtt -- whoa, baby you're killin' me! "

"aww, don't get shy. there's a warehouse four miles west from here. take us there. i wanna thank you."

his speedometer breaks when he drifts right out and down the highway, wind zipping back your hair as your laugh cackles out ajar windows.

pure nsfw.

the golden-black charger rumbles down the highway. it's minimal interference, though the turn signal never flashes and it's difficult to see any drivers or passengers inside.

pebbles pluck up and ding the exterior, which is such a shame, because it's such a pretty car!

however, that isn't on anyone's mind at the moment.

bumblebee tries not to hydroplane, because it'd be stupid dangerous and it's not even raining. but you're a tsunami, a distraction of disastrous proportions. your hand is shoved down your shorts and you trail down your tummy before the straps of your underwear twist.

it's a wildly salacious position. your right leg is hiked up on his - your - dash. your left hand rubs vigorously while the right squeezes his clutch and rubs the silver button positioned at its knob.

his engine snarls. his radio glitches and you can hear the rhythmic churn of metal buzzing and gurgles that suggests he's trying to speak.

"yeah? yeah? such a pretty speedster, bee. f-fuck. you're so hot. you're the best."

"breeep!"

"awww, haha -- nnf, did you just honk?!"

the opening to a dilapidated hanger lingers on the horizon. he bulldozed through gravel and rolls up his windows fully to avoid any flying in your face. your hair is messy and both of your feelings are floundering, the beat of your heart loud in your ears.

he can't erase any of this. those wet cries have his intake salivating with lubricant.

there's a wet spot on the driver's seat and he's almost mad that he can't lick it off.

transforming mid-kneel, you're gently shoved out and his servos snatch at you like a toddler with a toy. his bright, blue gaze edged needy when he's pawing off your clothes and manhandling you to get up on his lap.

his pedes scratch against the concrete for purchase. he's whipped. he's so fragging on edge. all the compliments, all the comments, all the touching - he's gonna overload.

let's just say you two aren't getting back to base for the night. especially not with that wry grin on your lips, before you rub down his body like melted rubber.

robolvrr 2024.

[doodleswithangie]

Say Hi, Prefrontal PIs!

A tribute to the Dimension 20's latest season, "Mentopolis"! I really loved the shenanigans and surprising heart in this brainy mystery - and the tropes! Tropes!

[Image description: Fanart of the PCs from Dimension 20's "Mentopolis." The PCs are piled into a 1920s top-down automobile driven by Conrad. Alt text is provided and copied under the cut. End ID]

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The PCs are piled into a 1920s top-down automobile driven by Conrad. Justin and Hunch ride shotgun, the latter holding on to his hat. Dan lounges in the backseat next to a note-taking Anastasia. Imelda is stood up keeping her and Anastasia's hats from flying off. The Fix sits precariously on the back of the car, hat in hand.

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[gonetoforks]

Humanformers crumbs…

Tf1 Starscream; I imagine that continuity would have magic shapeshifters instead of automobiles, and I made prettypoison here some kind of harpy aviator pilot. (i’m prob gonna tweak the colors on his wings a bit-) I think Megatron will be some kind of plasma-breathing dragon, and Optimus would be some kind of Catbus inspired creature? Something that can carry other people to represent his duties as a prime, since he’s sometimes carrying bots around in one of those truck carriages in his alt mode, I think that could be cool.

4 MTMTE, I’m having a lot of fun imagining a human race that could only advance as far as it has by nearly erasing the line between cybernetic mods and the organic body entirely. Here’s a Chromedome for ye <3 I imagined the helmet is to adapt to other planets atmospheres, what with the vents & the air filter setup.

[orions-hound]

Transformers: Worlds (a formal introduction)

TF:W is a little side project ive been working on for some time, focusing on multiple of the planets featured in the transformers franchise and fleshing them out beyond anything the original series manages to do the central focus is on breakdown, a cybertronian seeking refugee on velocitron, and the curious velocitronian knock out he meets by chance, the two falling in love despite their species differences about each planet (cut for length):

there are 5 planets with their inhabitants, with societies, cultures, and biological quirks

Cybertron - the largest planet, home to Cybertronians, the well-known transforming robotic organisms. they are capable of scanning anything they find useful with their t-cog, their unique CNA structure allowing their bodies to adapt and transform into that object. cybertronians are large, bulky, and squarish, and are often known to be prideful, stubborn, and strong. their history is full of many attempts at colonization and has fallen into war between the autobots and decepticons. Velocitron - the second largest planet, home to Velocitronians, thinner and more animalistic transforming robotic organisms. however, they do not possess the ability to scan alt modes, instead either born an automobile or aircraft. velocitronians evolved to be quick, agile, and clever, with keen senses and the ability to reach top speeds in a matter of seconds in order to outrun the many dangerous monsters on their planet. they are known to be playful, curious, and sly. the outer ring of their planet was turned into a racetrack, and slowness is seen as a weakness. Junkion - known as the scrap planet, it is a small desert planet home to Junkionites. they are very fragile, nimble, semi-robotic non-transforming organisms that feed and rely upon metal and rust, using it to build their homes and protective armor. they have a strong relationship with other species and planets, their planet being used as a dump for scrap. the surface of the planet is barren, as its inhabited by giant bugs that feed on anything that moves, so the species chooses to live underground in pocket communities. they are known to be kind, welcoming, and a tad strange, using giant radio towers to reach other planets. Quintessa - regarded as the most dangerous planet, it is home to the giant Quintessons, which come in various shapes and classes, drones, workers, and judges. they operate with a hive-like structure, the drones and workers serving the judges. drones and workers are very similar to theropod dinosaurs, but with shark-like appearances, notable hammerheads used for bashing, and segmented organic bodies formed as if they were robotic, whilst judges are entirely different- writhing masses of tentacles and beaks. although seeming primitive and unable to speak, quintessons are intelligent, ruthless, and adaptive. Primatron - currently known as Earth, it was once inhabited by transforming organisms distantly related to cybertronians and velocitronians, Predacons and Maximals. these two groups were capable of transforming into beasts of all shapes and sizes, scanning wildlife and taking their shape. however, they disappeared long ago, and no one is quite sure where they are or if theyre still alive.

[phightinghottakes]

HOT TAKE/ RANT?

I'm not going to lie... Playing Phighting on phone or on mobile is a Skill that you have to unlock... I haven't unlocked it... I think I'm on level 18... and have atleast two skins...,but I still suck at the game... To any mobile players out there...Big Shut out to you. Even IF YOU still play this game... The game lags whenever someone uses their Alt on you.You can't run away that quickly on mobile either , and it just is really lagging... I am a Subspace main so whenever I try to use one of my attacks that I can disappear really quickly.I never get the chance to. I usually die... Because it's so Laggy... If anyone tells you that this game is easy on mobile, they're lying.... It is not.

-You either miss when you're aiming to the Enemy team!

-You either can't use your alt at all because it lags so bad. Or You get killed because you can't run away that quickly...

-And you can't really defend yourself...

- It does not help that there's Maylay characters.I played as Bam hammer from one around or so and I still sucked... It's even. Recommended for mobile players to play that. Characters...

If you were able to kill anyone as a mobile player. In my opinion, that's the biggest flex that you can give....

And?The end of the day.It just depends on how you play Fighting games.For example , I usually choose support classes because it's Easier for me... This isn't about which fighter is the best. It's about your gameplay style and it's really hard to find that on mobile....

The worst part is. I already know it's not made for mobile players. It just sucks because I think some of their audience members could really enjoy playing at automobile. I could really see this becoming a mobile game. Pressure could do it just fine... But then again, I don't know anything about coding on Roblox.... In my opinion, I think they should work on the mobile players. Status a little bit more. So it's not as laggy if you know what I mean....

Thank you for listening...

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[psychedelic-charm]

This image was discovered by @s1ndle and @simnostalgia. It's a list of icons for "Interests" that EA was originally going to put into The Sims Online, but was unfortunately scrapped. The interests are as follows:

-Adult Entertainment (thank God this one was scrapped because it's too mature for a family MMO)

-Alternative Music

-Alt Lifestyles (in this context it's referring to LGBT relationships, but the phrase "alternative lifestyle" could mean anything)

-Anime (love the Sailor Moon icon!)

-Antiques

-Automobiles

-Beer (an explicit reference to alcohol)

-Board Games

-Books (I can see this interest giving Sims an advantage in building their Logic skill)

-Camping

-Children (I don't think you could even have children in TSO, so what would even be the point of this?)

-Cocktails (missed opportunity to introduce the Mixology skill before The Sims 3 came out)

-Collectables

-Comedy

-Comics

-Cooking (one of the iconic skills in the franchise)

-Costuming

-Creative Expression

-Crime (committing crimes or solving crimes?)

-Disco

-Documentary Film

-Entertainment News

-Excercise

-Film

-Finance

-Fine Art

-Fine Dining

-Flirting

-Gardening

-Golf

-Gossip

-Goth (wouldn't this count as an alt lifestyle?)

-Hip Hop

-Interior Decorating (ironic since one of the features in the Sims is building and customizing your own homes)

-Jazz music

-Meditation

-Medieval

-Moshpit (why?)

-Oldies

-Party Games

-Pets (The Sims Unleashed, which allows your sims to have pets, would not be released until a year after TSO)

-Photography

-Pro Wrestling

-Rap

-Religion

-Robotics

-School

-Skateboarding

-Skiing

-Soaps

-Sports Fan

-Stage Shows

-Theater

-Travel

-UFOs

-Vegitarianism

-Video Games

-Wine (Nectar in the Sims world)

-World News

-Writing

-Xtreme Sports

Which interests would you have chosen for your Sim?

[toastingpencils37]

You know what'd actually be fucking hilarious? The Transformers that can turn into automobiles having a panic mode while with their Earth alt-forms, just like human cars do

[knockouts-medibay]

How did you decide on your alt mode? it's very nice.

When you're an automobile enthusiast like me, you want to pick the best looking car you can find.

[noodleblade]

holiday idea~ kobd seeing snow for the first time

I wrote the majority of this within an hour of you sending this and then I forgot to edit it for a week dncfkjsfksnfksf ;---; BUT I hope you like some cute, dumbie fluff:3

Ao3 Link X

Knock Out stared out into the white abyss with piecing skepticism. 

“I think it's just water, K.O.,” Breakdown muttered beside him. 

“But we don’t know that,” Knock Out hissed. 

Beneath the metal awning, he was safe. Cold- over the course of this flesh planet’s night cycle dark clouds dropped the temperatures to a frigid chill and unleashed this white… something -but safe. They had just wanted some shelter from the night, but now they were trapped, stuck beneath the thin metal roof for who knows how long. What if it collapsed? The white flecks looked weightless but Knock Out could see how they had piled around them, their exact weight unknowable. What if the roof fell in and they were crushed? What if the white dustings were infectious? Sickly? What if-

“Only one way to find out,” Breakdown hummed with a mild rev of his engine. 

“Wait-” Knock Out protested, but it was too late. Breakdown released his brakes, rolling forward. His protective, pleasant warmth went with him and Knock Out shivered as he could only watch in fearful agony. 

Breakdown’s wheels hit the white piles with a squish , flecks landing on his roof.

Breakdown froze and Knock Out felt his spark drop as his partner sat immobile, windows fogging as the cold crept up his frame.

“Breakdown?” Knock Out whispered before trying again louder, more insistent, “ Breakdown.”

A loud, rumbling laugh rolled out of his partner before Knock Out saw him shift, pulling out of his alt to stand. Breakdown spun on his pedes, arms wide as he flashed Knock Out a grin. 

“It’s safe!”

Knock Out remained still beneath the safety of his tin shelter, eyeing the flecks land and melt? on Breakdown’s chassis.

“Then what is it?”

“I don’t know,” Breakdown admitted. He held his palm out watching as the little specks landed and disappeared into tiny puddles. “I think it's frozen water.”

Knock Out wasn’t too sure about that. It wouldn’t be a complete surprise. After all, they had already witnessed on multiple occasions as water dropped from the sky above, dumping across the land. The inhabitants of this planet seemed unworried about it, crafting little plastic shields to cover their helms. The shelter he was in now served as a protective measure for their automobiles, though it didn’t solve the issue of the water pooling at his tires. Nevertheless, the frozen water did not reassure Knock Out in the slightest.

“Think of all the water stains,” Knock Out winced. His finish was already in desperate need of a detailing. He didn’t need to ruin it further. 

Breakdown hummed an acknowledgement but his attention was focused on a particularly large clump of the white frozen water. He reached for it, servo hissing as the heat of his frame met the icy cluster. Once his frame matched the temperature, Breakdown was able to pick up a palm sized clump. With a minimal amount of patting, he was about to mold it into a spherical ball.

“You can hold it?” Breakdown said in awe.

“Put that down!” Knock Out yelped, panic edging his words. “You don’t know if it is safe! It could seep to the protoform! You don’t know what that is-“

“I’m fine, Doc,” Breakdown’s smile was gentle as he crushed the clump in his palm and dropped what little remained solid. “It’s just water. The organics wouldn’t leave their stuff out if it was bad.”

Knock Out could see several cars blanketed in the supposed icy water. Logically, he could see Breakdown’s point, but he still couldn’t bear the idea of what it would do to his precious paint job.

“Come on, K.O.,” Breakdown tried again, coming closer to Knock Out’s feeble little shelter. “Just touch it. And-” Breakdown continued over the warning rev of Knock Out’s engine “-I’ll personally detail you when we get back to the Nemesis. The whole package: wash, buff, wax . I can even touch up your flames.”

Knock Out couldn’t say he wasn’t tempted. Just the possibility of the warmth of the Nemesis and Breakdown’s hands on him almost was enough to make him disengage his brakes. However…

“You already promised me that when we took this little road trip,” Knock Out reminded him, not without a slight, teasing purr in his voice. If he played his cards right… “You’re going to have to do better than that, Darling.”

“Spoiled brat,” Breakdown grinned back, his laughter bubbling up. “You know I’ll do whatever you want.”

The words had barely left Breakdown’s mouth before Knock Out fired off his request. If he had to suffer in this icy, wet mess for Breakdown then, “I get to detail you. For as long as I want.”

Breakdown blinked, his helm cocking to the side in contemplation. “Really?”

“Mmm,” Knock Out hummed, his engine purring along. “We can do each other. ‘Make a whole night of it. What do you say?”

It was rare Breakdown would let him, far too concerned with looking out for Knock Out. Which was a cover. Breakdown had admitted once that he felt he didn’t deserve it . Knock Out had been waiting for a chance to prove him wrong.

“If that’s what you want,” Breakdown murmured, his voice almost shy about the concept.

“You act like you don’t want my hands all over you.”

“I didn’t say that.” Breakdown turned his gaze back to Knock Out’s windshield. “Not that you’ll get to if you remain cooped up under there.”

“So we have a deal?” Knock Out asked, making sure his brake unlocked with a loud click.

“We always have a deal, Doc.”

[cannedchipps]

Introduction :3

Haven't made one yet so i'll make one now

★ --- Important!

My name is Chippy Or Chip

Any pronouns

No nsfw pls

Don't expect me to interact first, or do it often. I have social anxiety

I have ADD, please be patient with me

Cishet (questioning Demi tho)

Would appreciate tonetags!

I'll make suggestive posts/jokes occasionally! I'll tag accordingly of course, but let me know if you want a specific filter tag on them

★ --- 🐾

i am Alterhuman!!

i am Animalhearted + Fictionhearted

Hearttypes :

• for animals: Cats, Hyenas, Manuls/Pallas cats and Binturongs/Bearcats, questioning Jaguars, questioning Stoat

• for fiction: Spearmaster from Rain World

★ --- 🧡

Fandoms (Colored ones are the ones i like the most!) :

Rain world, Clangen, Warrior cats, Wolfquest, Lion king, Wolvden/Lioden, Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts, Sprunki, Dandy's World, Spiritfarer, Fabulous Beasts, Infinity Nikki

Just because i am not in the fandom does not mean i do not enjoy the media!

(Feel free to ask what other medias i like :3)

★ --- 🔶

i REALLY like Madilyn Mei's music

my music taste is everywhere (y'know... i also like Femtanyl)

i usually listen to Pop music but only specific genres

★ --- 🐈

i REALLY love cats (a lot more than my other hearttypes!)

i have a cat named PBH!

PBH means Poopy Butthole (i'm so sorry)

PBH has 5 kittens (i gave away 2)

the remaining kittens names are Cally, Biggie and Kiko

they have alt names too (Little rat, Giant mop and Automobile)

do not ask how i come up with these names /silly

★ --- 🎨

i love to draw!!!

i sometimes post drawings but not really often

if its traditonal art, i usually only do either sketches or doodles

don't expect to see animations often

i write but i barely share it

PRONOUN PAGE

NOTE

(im gonna add more...soon)

userboxes are made by me and are f2u

Tag meanings:

#ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ my stuff : anything i post

#ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ reblog : anything i reblog

#ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ ask : asks from people

Divider credits to @/cafekitsune !

[robobrainrot]

@deliicacymercy made this amazing fanart for the fic snip-it I posted of Rory, so who am I to deny them the full chapter.

Here's the first chapter of "The Knack," my Transformers OC fic.

Notes: its a Knockout-Centric Fic with a human OC. Breakdown is alive and well. Optimus is alive and well. Set in the Prime Universe: Post Predacons Rising, Pre-RID15 (or disregarding RID15 in general)

Chapter 1: Never Happened

“Knockout. Are you coming back soon?” Breakdown asked through his radio.

“Soon enough.” He replied. Even though he was in vehicle mode, it sounded as if he was gritting his dentaplates. “I have a human watching me.”

His partner laughed through the intercom. “What? Afraid to blow you’re cover? You’ve never cared about that slag before. Where are you?”

“Sending my coordinates. I was on my way home but ran into some… trouble. I’m trying to keep a low profile. This human looks like a screamer.”

“Speeding again?”

“Bingo, BD. This area is flooded with human law enforcement vehicles. I swear it’s like there’s one on every corner… Prime said we’re supposed to be ‘robots in disguise.’ If I make another scene Ratchet will make me do hotspot duty. Again.”

“Right. Well-”

“Finally! The human is leaving. Knockout; Out.” He ended the transmission quickly as the human in question walked closer to the car. Instead of continuing down the sidewalk, they stopped next to Knockout’s side mirror. They pulled a piece of paper off the thing they had been fiddling with, then flipped it over and scribbled something on the back.

It took everything Knockout had not to smack them away as they lifted up one of his windshield wipers and tucked the paper neatly under it. He was trying to be a better bot. If he kept causing issues, the Autobots might have second thoughts about giving him so much freedom. He remained tense as the human placed their hand on his hood.

“Don’t see many beauties like you around here.” They said under their breath. “Thanks for letting me draw you. Love the sticker thing.” Then, they patted his hood and walked away.

Knockout sat there for a moment stunned. First, yes, he was quite beautiful. More humans should be like this one and notice that. Second, they had spoken to him. Not at him. Not to some fake driver. Him. Third, they had touched him. Their grubby little human fingerprints were no doubt on his hood now. He was going to have to pull over and fix that before returning to base. Not to mention whatever it was that they stuck under his window wiper. It was terribly itchy.

Still, he watched them turn the corner down the street. He had many questions. Were any of them worth pursuing? The blinking missed message from Breakdown on his dash told him no.

“Stay out of trouble, Speedster.” The text read.

He turned on his engine then rolled out. He would stay out of trouble… for now.

…

Knockout pulled over at an abandoned gas station far outside the city. He ran a quick scan and found no incoming vehicles in the immediate proximity. He was far enough from the highway to be out of sight as long as he remained under the canopy. He took a ‘running’ start and flipped into robot mode inches before ducking under cover.

First thing first; he pulled the thin sheet from between his plating. It had ended up in his abdomen under his central chest plate but it was easy enough to remove. Really, it was remarkable the little thing didn’t tear.

He was about to toss it aside but a streak of cherry red caught his attention. On the paper was a loose render of his alt. mode. It looked like the concept cars he’d seen in automobile enthusiast magazines. Knockout stared at the little image for a long moment.

It was beautiful, in a sort of imperfect way. Even the stray lines worked in its favor.

Artistry was not foreign to him. While he didn’t exactly consider himself an artist, he knew artistry well. When someone is passionate about something, it shows in their work. Which is how his finish looked the way it looked; Breakdown was always incredibly meticulous and careful. This had a similar level of care.

Why would the human leave this for him?

He turned it over to the back and found a short message. “Love the paint job. - @ky-ltd.”

“Kai L-T-D?” He repeated aloud incredulously.

Was this some kind of bribe? If they knew he was sentient, then was this some passive way of sucking up to him? Was he that obvious?

He shook the thought away. Maybe it was something he could ask Fowler about at a later date. Though, the agent was skeptical, at best, of the former Decepticon. Who’s to say he would answer him honestly.

Next problem: the smudge on his now chest plate. It was extremely tiny. Barely visible. But ‘barely’ might not cut it. If the Autobots thought he’d been hanging out with a human, he’d never hear the end of it.

He chuckled to himself at the thought.

Humans were disgusting.

Knockout pulled a microfiber cloth from his glovebox, which was now a small compartment in his chest. The graphite smear came off with a single swipe.

“There.” He sighed as he tucked the cloth away. “It never happened.” He paused to look at the little piece of paper between his digits. “It never…” Before he completed his thought, he shoved the paper in his glove box and flipped into vehicle mode.

[CHAPTER 2]

[dollofiacon]

🚗

Details About OCs!

🚗 CAR — does your oc have a driver's license? can they drive/operate any automobiles/machinery besides cars?

((Unfortunately, Mourningstar doesn't have a license. She can drive just fine, in fact, she's quite fast in her vehicle alt mode! But if you put her in front of a complicated machine that only authorized personnel know how to operate, she'll likely freeze up and get scared. Doesn't mean she can't learn, though. It might just take her a bit more time to get the hang of things.))

((Bonus, for those just getting to know Mournie, I based her alt mode design off of this wicked-ass hearse right here:

((The only difference is that I likely won't add the heart rate detail, but you get the idea.))

[quibbs126]

At this point I'm genuinely considering borrowing books on automobiles/cars/planes/military vehicles from my library now, just so I can understand that half of the Transformers and maybe better make OCs or alt modes for characters if I so felt like it

I have never once had an interest in cars prior

Transformers is taking over my brain