#God damn it rodimus

[lord-squiggletits]

"Rodimus is a better Prime because it didn't hurt for him to bond with the Matrix while for Optimus it did" headcanon/theory my beloathed.

One day I'm literally gonna snap and make a whole post addressing why what's wrong bc I'm tired of the inaccuracy and tired of ppl not understanding the Point TM of IDW and its version of the Matrix/Primacy and even more tired of people putting down Optimus in favor of Rodimus by essentially arguing that being unworthy means you deserve to be punished/put in pain bc you just weren't good enough to hold the Symbol of Ultimate Authority

[autobot-ratchet]

oh shit that's me lmfAOdgfhsj

and I'm glad you like my silly little tags, I always try to say something nice in the tags when I reblog stuff and posts like these with a lot of little details are great for it, I love looking for little micro-jokes within jokes so thank you for taking the time to make them!

Out of character fake twitter my beloved <3

[izsheum]

Hello!!!

Can i listen to you yap about rodimus and swerve for hours please 🥺🥺🥺🥺

WHEN I TOLD YOU I JUMPED FOR JOY!!!

ugh these guys have been in my brain for a bit now…i swear

“it’d be cool if i took my favs and made them kiss haha that’d be so silly” and then Boom. I kept thinking.

have some art of them i am in the trenches methinks

when i tell you they are PEAK yapper + louder yapper…

like i genuinely believe that’s how it can start. two losers who love to hear themselves talk? it should be a recipe for disaster.

However.

it’s not like swerve doesn’t know when it’s not his turn to talk. he’s got a big mouth, and criminal levels of audacity, but he has manners. and that means that whenever rodimus goes on and on about whatever bullshit he had to deal with during the day, he listens.

and, good lord, rodimus can definitely talk.

he does so with swerve probably after having a few because i mean…that’s how this starts, surely. a bottle of top-shelf and a purely functional arrangement.

(hundreds of words of sleep-deprivation-induced writing under the cut. i am so sorry. completely sfw btw just barely on the edge of suggestive.)

predictably, swerve’s constant chatter is bearable after rodimus gets in a few drinks. and in the beginning of Whatever The Hell They Got Going On starts with the two of them building a routine.

swerve supplies the shots of liquid stress relief and a listening ear (audio processor? cybertronian anatomy is lost on me), and rodimus provides what can only be described as a semi-coherent stream of complaints and whines about his day. and he has a lot to gripe about—he’s suffering from an acute case of ‘doomed by the narrative’, primus help him.

and swerve, for the most part, is quite a good active listener. not that rodimus would ever admit that out loud (for now) because swerve wouldn’t be able to keep that kinda praise to himself. i mean, the guy raved for months after getting his own rodimus star…yeah, no, not happening. rodimus’ appreciation will remain unspoken, thank you very much.

he gets his sentiment of ‘thank you for listening to my bullshit, you’re such a good friend’ out there by continuing to show up. same time, every day, like clockwork. he’s there in the bar, long laundry list of things he’s going to cry like a baby about, and swerve is at the ready with the fainting couch. their little ‘whine and cheese hour’ (as swerve calls it. rodimus will adamantly deny that he likes the name. it’s not clever. it’s not! it’s apparently a human thing, anyways. little thief.) is probably the only thing he’s ever on-time for at this rate.

having someone listen politely to your woes is. nice! having someone gently try and guide you into solutions to said problems is…manageable, i suppose.

having someone who gasps dramatically and exclaims “i can’t believe you had to deal with that—you’re so much stronger than me for putting up with such scrap” is euphoric.

because since getting the weight of the universe thrust on his shoulders again and again. since he had it ground into him every single day that he needs to be this mature, wise, thoughtful leader who doesn’t react to problems with complaints, but rather calm understanding followed by benevolent resolution…rodimus has completely, truly missed just being able to talk shit.

and, oh, does swerve just love that song and dance.

this isn’t therapy, and neither of them are going to pretend it is, though the constant flow of drinks does manage to feel like something akin to self-medication after a while. their lives are messy, god damn it, and they’re going to cope with it messily!

and cope they do. and they talk. a lot. and—for some reason—it helps. turns out, when you get to vent all your frustrations towards someone who knows how to match your energy exactly, you feel seen. not as this esteemed figure who needs to watch what he says and make sure he keeps up the display of picture-perfect-motivational-cat-poster-leader twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five…but as just. a guy. a guy with a lot on his shoulders and a lot more on his mind. turns out, talking with swerve ends up helping rodimus feel normal.

go figure.

and somewhere between the start of their little unofficial gossip sessions and the end of another bottle of the good engex, something bubbles up that wasn’t there before. and it isn’t the carbonation in the cocktail.

feelings. affectionate ones. rodimus goes to recharge afterwards all giddy, like some newly forged spark still buzzing with boundless energy, and honestly? he feels like he might be going crazy. might need some actual fucking therapy, because ho-ly shit he is not about to entertain this. not at all.

because, let’s be real here, it’s swerve we’re talking about. swerve. s-w-e-r-v-e. the ‘shut your damn mouth’ guy? he used to annoy the living hell out of rodimus when he first came aboard, and nowadays rodimus finds himself excited at the thought of going to talk to him again.

war changes people…and, okay, the war is. over, technically. but still. maybe he hit his head a little too hard during a mission. yeah! yeah, that’s it. little concussion knocked a couple things loose in his processor. that’s why he’s suddenly wanting to share more than just his woes with the little ‘bot. that’s why he starts asking swerve about himself, why he starts listening back. chimes in every so often with “huh, i never knew that” or “you should show that to me some time” when swerve goes on his little tirades about foreign media.

why rodimus can’t help but wonder how that big mouth would feel against—

phew! yeah, definitely brain damage. because the alternative is that rodimus has started feeling terrible, awful, affectionate things for swerve. and that just won’t do. nope!

but ohhhhhh god, does that do nothing to stop his imagination. because really. how would swerve fare if he used that mouth for something else—

thankfully for rodimus, swerve is an avid fan of imagining things that he can never have. dreaming like the hopeless mech he is about a future that only someone as deeply delusional and para-social as himself could think up.

in his swerve-y fantasy, the talks start to mean something. rodimus goes from coworker to situational friend to…something. something that he can’t place his finger on. but it’s something that he doesn’t believe he can have. because while rodimus laughs at his jokes…he’s also laughing drunk. and swerve is desperate to let people close, sure. he likes people, he wants friends, he loves connection. but he’s not stupid. a bit air-headed? sure. but not dumb. not by a long shot. he has a mental list of things that he can try to have (friendship, a successful business, endless adventures with said friends that he plans to get more of, he swears), and things that are off-limits.

you can guess which box rodimus starts to fall into.

doesn’t mean he can’t…y’know. think about him. a lot. find excuses to comm him about this or that, subtly hint that he misses him…uh, he meant their talks! offer him free drinks just to see the way his face lights up. deny the suspicion of special treatment by reminding rodimus that he’s the captain! c’mon! of course he deserves a little leeway!

and ignore the fact that the reassurance is more for himself.

swerve is so good at believing that this something he imagines with rodimus is so, so far out of reach that he thinks it’s a joke when rodimus propositions him for the first time.

and, c’mon, he’s gotta be having auditory hallucinations. because there’s no fucking way in the world—in the galaxy, or in the whole universes that he’s visited, for that matter—that (co-) captain fucking rodimus prime-not-prime-status-still-pending-thanks-a-lot-matrix-of-lameship asked to borrow him for the evening. he nearly drops the glass in his hand.

because that’s the only way rodimus can bring himself to phrase it when he finally fucking gets through all five-billion stages of grief over this stupid crush. god. he was so pathetic. the worst part was that he didn’t even care anymore.

“yo! are you working tonight? can i borrow you for the rest of it? we can watch that movie you were talking about earlier this week, or whatever.”

or whatever. rodimus would’ve just tossed himself out the nearest airlock if he wasn’t glued to his recharged slab (not literally, this time) rocking back and forth like an asylum patient. he could hear the cries now—nurse! nurse! he’s out again!

successful attempts at being casual: zero. days since last urge to ram his head into the wall: also zero.

swerve’s response comes in quickly just before rodimus contemplates jumping ship and taking a page outta megatron’s book and starting a new life in another universe. and if rodimus wasn’t busy having a fucking panic attack, he’d’ve noticed the undercurrent of excitement in swerve’s voice when he strains out those six little words.

“sure thing! your place or mine?”

it ends up being at rodimus’. more space meant more wall for the projection of ‘Alien’.

not that they ended up paying much attention to the movie by the time the fledgling xenomorph got loose.

and liiiisten. listen. they didn’t plan on it going that way, alright? major props to ridley scott—the two of them were intensely invested in the film for a good long while. but, as per usual, swerve brought drinks to help ease the tension that threatened to smother them as soon as he entered rodimus’ quarters.

he would’ve pat himself on the back, too, if he wasn’t so consumed by the way the light of the projection reflected off of rodimus’ frame. and rodimus would’ve thanked him (and i mean, like, actually thank him, no reluctance left in him whatsoever) if he wasn’t so focused on the warmth of swerve next to him.

the elephant in the room was slaughtered and left for dead in the same way as the crew of the nostromo as soon as they locked eyes.

and rodimus ended up being right.

swerve’s mouth could do a lot more than just talk.

[pinkanonwrites]

HANDS-ON LEARNING

Read 'Handle With Care' here!

Rodimus/Human Reader, NSFW, First Contact AU, AFAB Reader, GN Pronouns, G/T, Experimental Sex, Fingering, Oral (Receiving)

Since this is a First Contact fic, dialogue that is both bold and italicized are words that both the reader and Rodimus understand.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

Of all the ideas you'd had over the course of your life, this had to be one of the worst.

Granted, it wasn't as bad as trying to follow the blinking light into the woods after your car broke down, only to end up abducted by aliens. But it was pretty high up there.

But between said abduction and your ensuing rescue by the gigantic alien robots and the spaceship they called home, you hadn't exactly had a lot of time to yourself. And after days melted into weeks and you eventually began to lose track of how long it had been since you had been plucked from Earth, you were starting to get a little… wound up.

Most days were spent in between the massive metal fingers of a robot that you were pretty sure was named Rodimus as he shuttled you from room to room and presented you to his fellow crew members like a first-grader showing off their new pet hamster. But despite the glaring communication barrier and the ever-present threat of being squashed under foot, Rodimus was very careful with you. He made sure you were safe and comfortable, never picked you up without letting you know ahead of time, and did his best to communicate simple thoughts and ideas with you through hilarious, size-difference charades. It could be a little awkward sometimes, but he was nice! It was nice.

And then, about a week ago, Rodimus accidentally made you cum so hard you almost blacked out. And you couldn't stop thinking about it.

But honestly, how were you supposed to stop thinking about it? Sure, it was an accident, (or you were pretty sure it was, at least. Giant robot charades isn't always a perfect system) but it was an accident that refused to leave your mind. When Rodimus would lay on his big slab of metal to sleep, or recharge his batteries, or whatever it was that giant robots did at bedtime, you'd be lying awake in the little habitat he'd built for you out of his desk craving the sensation of sitting on the world's best and most attentive washing machine and letting the vibrations spark stars behind your eyelids.

So maybe it was a bit stupid, and horny, and frankly desperate to search out that feeling again from a guy four times your size who could crush you in his hand like a grape if he ever wanted to. But God damn if it wouldn't be worth it.

So that's how you found yourself in the position you are now. Naked, sprawled back against the surface of the desk with one of Rodimus's massive hands cradling your upper body, and a giant finger from the other tracing up the inner curve of your thigh. He seemed almost enchanted by the way your goosebumps rippled to the surface beneath his touch, letting out a pleased, mechanical warble.

He seemed to adore your softness compared to the rigid metal of his own skin, as Rodimus liked to squish you quite a bit. Never enough to hurt, just enough to feel the warm press of your skin between the joints of his fingers and hands, or to drag a curious fingertip down your cheek. But there was a particular meekness with the way he touched you right now, like he was only just realizing how easy it would be for him to hurt you. It was painfully sweet, and if you weren't absolutely aching for something more right now you may have been content to let him continue his gentle fondling.

"C'mon, big guy." You murmured instead, resting your hand around his wrist and pulling him up closer to the apex of your thighs. He let out a soft, surprised revving sound at your boldness, glancing at your face a few times before finally pressing the top of his finger up between your thighs, lying flush against your folds. If you had to compare the sensation, you'd say the feeling of leaning a little too far forward on a motorcycle seat was similar. It was warm, rumbling, pressing up against all the right places, but not quite enough to get you anywhere you really wanted. Still, you couldn't stifle your shaky moan, and that seemed to really get him going.

"Yes?..." He all but purred, one of the few words you had actually managed to learn between the two of you. The pointed chevron of his brow seemed to quirk up a bit on one side as he glanced down at his thick finger between your legs before back up to your gaze.

"Yes. It's good, I just… want more." You knew he couldn't understand your words, but the slow roll of your hips and the slick coating of your arousal over his knuckle seemed to get the message across just fine. He rocked his finger up against you, wet with your drooling heat as the jut of the joint slid up and over your clit again, and again, and again. Still slow, yes, but almost painfully good. Your hips jerked towards the sensation and he cooed, engine rumbling louder to course vibrations up through your aching cunt.

He murmured your name, or the best that he could approximate in his echoey, mechanical trill. From the hand cradling your upper body his massive thumb slid forward, dragging along the curve of your jaw and down to the jut of your collarbone with a delicate curiosity. Panting, you let yourself melt into his touch, rolling your hips against his other hand and shuddering at every other press that seemed to hit just the right spot. Fuck, this was good. Better than good, you felt like your brain was going to melt out of your ears, molten heat pooling low in your stomach as a pleasant buzz of arousal seemed to crawl through your muscles and out to the tips of your fingers and toes. It was probably way too early to be cumming, but you'd been pent-up for far too long already and the relentless vibrations only pushed you higher and higher, a rubber band threatening to snap as you gasped and shuddered and tossed your head back against Rodimus's enormous metal palm.

It was all you could do to keep your feet from kicking out as your orgasm washed over you, the aching clench of your cunt around nothing making you whine as his fingers slowed to a lazy, comfortable stroking. You blinked blearily up at him, a look of incredibly sly pride on his face as you went limp and content in his palm.

"Fuck, Rodimus." You groaned. It startled you, the sheer volume of his engine's snarl in response to your simple, fucked-out sigh of his name. But more surprising was the sudden press of two blunt fingers against your messy hole, slippery with your own arousal as they tried to work their way into you. "W-Wait! Rodimus, fuck, it's not gonna fi-MMGH!?"

With a wet pop, the tips of his two massive fingers slipped into your still-twitching cunt, stretching you wider than you'd ever been before. Even one of his fingers was more than big enough for you, but he somehow fit two? Your entire body trembled as you flopped back, slave to the impossible stretch and press of unrelenting metal against your most sensitive spots. Whimpers and groans were forced from your body with each minute flex and press of his fingers deeper, deeper, scraping spots you could never reach with your own two hands and stuffing you so full you felt like you couldn't breathe in properly. The heat that had only just receded was building again, impossibly quick, a tingling jolt underneath your skin that made the muscles of your legs twitch and kick outside of your own control as your mind struggled between spearing yourself further on this impossible stretch or wriggling helplessly away.

He was talking again, an incomprehensible clutter of mechanized boops and whirrs that you only barely managed to process in your pleasure-drunk mind. Then, with a sudden rush of motion and swoop of your stomach with the G-force, you were cradled off of the table with his free hand and held up to his face. There was a glow to his cheeks, a bead of liquid trailing down the side of his helmet as he gazed down at you. Robots could blush? And sweat? Apparently this one could, a gush of warm heat rolling over your body as he huffed, mouth hanging slightly open. Behind his giant teeth you could see a peek of a silver-grey tongue, a rippling smooth expanse of rubber and metal-mesh that crept towards you until Rodimus dragged it oh-so-carefully up the length of your cunt.

"FUCK!" You wailed, hands scrabbling for purchase against the joints and bends of Rodimus's hand as he swept his massive tongue between your folds. He let out a low, growling groan at the taste, burying his face between your thighs as he stroked and massaged your pulsing clit with the tip of his tongue. His fingers kept working, curling up towards your stomach on each thrust as you sobbed, abandoning your grip on his hand to clutch to the yellow chevron on his brow like your life depended on it. Your head was swimming, buzzing so intensely with heat that you could barely form a thought beyond the deep, impending well of your next orgasm. It pulsed from so deeply within you, a relentless wall of pleasure rushing towards you faster than you could prepare yourself for. All you could do was cling desperately to Rodimus's brow and hold on for the ride, sobbing and gasping and shivering as it crept ever higher, warmth blossoming out from your cunt and crawling across your shaky frame as pleasure exploded behind your eyelids. You wailed his name again, barely comprehensible, as each press of his fingers forced a gush of slick from your quivering hole and spattered into his giant palm. As quickly as it came his tongue swept it gently away, fingers slowing and letting out a low, melodic hum as your wails and moans trailed off into soft, sniffly whimpers. Finally, finally, after what felt like an eternity but couldn't have been more than a minute at most, he began to lower you carefully back down onto the desk, thumb rubbing a tear from your cheek as he pulled his fingers from your puffy, overworked cunt.

He cooed your name again, cradling your body in both palms. "Good?" He murmured, warmth from his metal palms seeping directly into your sweaty skin and aching muscles. You heaved another shaky breath, unable to form words so you instead shot the giant mech a wavering thumbs-up. In any other scenario that may have been a cripplingly embarrassing response to what was possibly the best orgasm of your life, but it pulled a beaming smile to Rodimus's face regardless.

In a few minutes the tacky feel of slick and sweat and robot saliva drying on your skin would begin to border on intolerable, and you knew you'd eventually have to rise to fawn-like legs and stumble to clean yourself up. But for now you were more than happy to lay sprawled in your giant companion's grasp.

Hell, maybe he'd even help you take a bath, too. After all, it's not like you had anything left to hide.

[solar4seekstron]

New Beginnings: Old Yet New

IDW!MTMTE!Drift/Deadlock x Cybertronian!GN!Reader x IDW!MTMTE!Ratchet Part One

Solars Indie Series

Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

Introduction Indie Series

Content: SFW, Deadlock and Reader were together, but then he dipped. Ratchet an Drift are together. But Ratchet wants that reader booty to now lol. Lore is changed a lot sorry.

TW/Tags: Angst, Lots of angst, sparkling is so god damn cute, Ratchet wants that reader booty near the end, wholesome moments including sparkling, sparkling with a fever, more angst.

You were Deadlocks Conjunx once. You both becoming one after both joining the Decepticons. Him being the very bot who won your spark when so many couldn’t.

Something most would've expected anyway thanks to the swords and both similar combat skills. It wasn’t always easy though. Him being in an aggressive mood most times. There was a point where you didn’t believe in the cause as much.

But stayed for Deadlock. After speaking to him of his current views.

And so as time went by. You and Deadlcok continued to be used to fight in many missions and execute bots for Lord Megatron.

Something you didn’t enjoy as much as Deadlock did.

On one special night you went to one of your available doctors. Having felt sick for days and so on.

Deadlock was busy with a mission. And….well.

You were with sparkling. This could be bad for not only you. But for Deadlock as well with his status. Usually when Cons have sparklings they can leave but can’t be protected.

As you made it to your shared berth room you grew ever so nervous. Sitting on the berth.

Waiting for him to return. But you’d then notice a data pad with his writing on it. You picked it up. And soon was hit with tears falling down your cheeks as you read.

“My dearest. My Sweetspark. I’m sorry….I know you have your opinions and thought of the clash of bots and cons. But I couldn’t bring myself to come to you with this choice. I was a terrible partner. And I only hope you will find another who can treat you better then I ever could…..Best of wishes…….Deadlock.”

”………………………………………………ah crap.”

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A couple years went by since then. You left the decepticons after breaking the bond between you both. To live in the city with neutrals. You and your sparkling. Who was born a few months after Deadlocks leave. Were accepted in and from then on you were able to live a safe life with your little one.

You named him Rubble. He looked like the perfect mix of you and Deadlock.

Eventually you were able to join a crew during the war at the time. The Autobots who accepted you. Allowing you to take your sparkling with them and promise to protect him.

Your sparkling grew a little. Being very small. Defiantly from you.

One day, time after the war ended. You and your sparkling were asked to join the Autobots by an old friend of your. Cyclonus. You and him were close. And he loved your sparkling Rubble.

Already wanting to teach him how to use swords when he was old enough to crawl and hold things in his small cervos.

You agreed to join knowing your sparkling will probably be the safest sparkling there.

And so you came along. Staying close to Cyclonus.

Luckily being a big and scary bot no one dared to come near you and your little one. Your sparkling in your arms. At times reaching for your helm as his other cervo clawed at the top of your chest.

Letting out small coos as you gently shhhd him.

Rubble getting happy whenever he sees Cyclonus standing there. Rodimus would start his speech with two bots next to him. Speaking about his plan of the lost light and the future path for them since the end of the war.

You could swear the white bot on his right looked familiar. But you weren’t sure. So you just ignored the feeling. When boarding onto the ship you were greeted by Skids.

He was polite. Charming. And he honestly just wanted to meet the little one and ask where the Sire was. You were walking around to your room next to Cyclonus. You both chatted and got along. Having some things in common with each other. And so you both walked together and talked.

Little Rubble in your arms slowly falling asleep with his helm rested against the top of your chest.

You didn’t notice hw you two past three certain bots going over some news and messages from Optimus prime. As they past.

The white bot was the one to notice you. You didn’t change your look much and he also took note that you had a sparkling in your arms.

He couldn’t build up the courage to stop you until he got a comm from Ratchet…His Conjunx.

After a few days you descided to see Serve. He already knew you have a sparkling and always made sure there was energon goo enough for you to drink. But nothing strong. Since you don’t have a babysitter. You had to take your sparkling with you everywhere.

That didn’t stop the stares and small flirts by some mechs and even femmes.

Something you didn’t understand very well. And so you sat at the bar with your sparkling on your lap as he nibbled on his cervo. He would reach for you and Swerve every now and then.

Swerve at times smiling at finding little ways like doing tricks with the drinks to make him laugh.

He is pretty good at that. The others seem to enjoy hearing your sparkling laugh as Rubble placed his small cervo on the table. Standing on your lap as your cervo gently held and rested on his small belly. The other holding your drink.

You didn’t pay much mind as a mech sat next to you. It was that white one again.

Swerve already knew to give him the drink he wanted and went to serve others drinks as you and the bot were alone. Rubble kept gently slamming his tiny cervos on the counter.

Drift looked at you as you drank and watched the Cybertron news. Your frame and paint still the same as ever.

You had an autobot logo on your chest and shoulders now. You had that damn same warm smile and bright yellow optics. Your sparkling having the same optics as he had a large grin on his dermas. You’d let out a few chuckles because of your sparkling.

”Is Uncle Swerve making jokes little one?” He cooed as he looked back at you then back at Swerve.

Drift also noticed you still have your swords. Just brighter now then when he left. He’s sure you still didn’t recognize him. He honestly wasn’t that sure why he came her. He just knows he must talk to you. And so with a gulp. He spoke.

”Hey….Y/N.” His voice catching you off guard.

No it can’t be. Your helm slowly turned towards him as Rubble did the same as he let out a small sound. Looking at the bot as drift looked at him as well.

“Do I know you?” He let out a soft chuckle as your cervo gently pressed Rubble a bit closer to your chest. Your optics narrowed as drift turned his frame a bit to face you as he tried to find his words.

”I’d…sure hope so. It’s…it’s me. Deadlock.” Your optics widened a bit as you stared at him. He can tell you didn’t know what to say.

Rubble looking at you then him as he sat down on you lap. His little cervos gently holding your larger one.

Drift finally spoke after a moment of silence. “Is he….”

You soon had a small frown. Your optic ridges a little furrowed as you stared at him and tried to not break the cup in your cervo.

You then drink the last of your energon and sets it down. Standing up as you pick your sparkling up to have him against your chest. Soon out of your seat and walking out of the bar. No one seems to notice. Even as Drift chases after you.

“Y/N Wait.”

As you walked down the hall Drift continued to come for you. “Please. Look I’m sorry I never should’ve left. I should’ve came to you as we promised and-“

You were fast to turn around making him stop. Both cervo holding Rubble so he wont look back and stays close to your chest as he cooed for you.

“I don’t need your empty apology Deadlock. What I need if you to stay away from me and my sparkling!”

Drift was panicking. You’re finally here and this could be his only chance. “He’s mine. Isn’t he?….Please I just wish to know.”

You stay still for a moment. Your back toawrds him as your sparkling looks up at you.

He gently cooed at you and reached up at you. You swear he’s trying to tell you something. And so you turned to almost face him. He can tell you’re holding in tears as Rubble looked at him as well.

Unsure as Rubbles cervos gripped at your top chest.

”Yes. He’s yours. Was a month pregnent with him when you chose to leave us.”

Drift stood there in silence for a moment longer. His sparkling. The same sparkling that was just staring at him. Probably not realizing who he was. And what his sire has done years before his birth. All the bad an horrible things he did…

Drift slowly then spoke. “Can I-“

”No.” You said firmly. Turning away as you return to your habsuit. Rubble looking over your shoulder as he stared at Drift.

Drift trying to not cry as he stood there.

After a few months, you have gone on a few dates with Skids. Cyclonus being nice enough to watch Rubble as you went to the other side of the ship. Eventually you both realized it was a small fling in a way. The emotions there then gone.

But you both remained friends and he always loved seeing Rubble when you would cross paths.

Drift stayed away. Understanding his boundaries. ratchet was well aware of who you were and Drift sure got a scolding.

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One day as you slept on your berth. Rubble next to you in your arms as you both were sound asleep. That is until your sparkling stared to cough. You woke up when you felt a small cervo on your cheek.

His large yellow optics looking down at you as he had a frown. “Hey. What’s the matter my little one.”

He gently patted at his own chest and keeps coughing. He seemed to try too not cry as he stared at you. You soon sat up and gently held him as you got off the berth. He was burning up and kept trying to not cry.

“It’s alright my little one. Lets get you checked out.” You’d then transform around him.

He was in the passenger seat as he couldn’t stop crying. You drove in the middle of the night. There being only guards who all knew you. Sparkling of course. You drove as fast as you could to the med bay.

Rubble keeps crying as you tried to calm him down.

“I know you’re hurting my little one. Hang in there and stay strong for me. Can you do that for carrier sweetspark?”

You can hear him gently trying to hold in a sniffle. His cheeks puffed up as he try’s to not cry but his tears won’t stop falling down. You panick. “No no little one it’s ok to let it out. You’re already being so strong!”

He’d continued to cry as you got closer. Luckily the best medic was pulling an old nighter in the med bay.

You rushed in speaking as you transformed and held Rubble. He continues to cry which annoys Ratchet a little, causing him to turn around. “Please I don’t know if my Sparkling has a high fever or something!”

Ratchet looked at Rubble. Rubble having tears in his optics as he tries to hold back from crying. Ratchet just sighed as he gently took him.

“Alright you little sparkling you don’t have to hold back just to impress me.”

He gently held him in his arm as his other cervo rests on Rubbles chest. Rubble gently grabbing his digits having a firm grip. You stand there with cervos together worried as Ratchet feels his spark beat and all. Then felt his forhelm. Rubble still grabbing at that as well.

”He defiantly has a high fever. He’ll have to just try sleeping and give him some medican. He wont like it but it’ll help. Would you mind sitting?”

You’d nod and sit at the patience spot. He gently sets Rubble on his lap.

Rubble turned his frame so his side is facing you. Gently grabbing your arm as he keeps trying to hold in his tears.

Ratchet then grabs a medican to help with heavy fever and colds. “He wont like it but it’ll help him sooner then most would think.”

He presents you with it. You gently took it and looked at it. Rubble of course curious tried reaching for it as he cooed. Still crying. Still sniffling as tears come down his cheeks.

”Thank you Dr. Ratchet.”

”You both take care now.” You’d nod and walk out with Rubble. He watched you as the door then closes behind you. Ratchet stood there for a moment in silence.

”…………….Damn.” Ratchet said with a blush.

———————————————————————————

“Come on Rubble you have to take your medican. It’ll make the fever go away.”

Rubble only made more baby noises as you try to put the spoon of medican in his mouth. His cervo pushing at yours as he turns his helm away.

“mmmmBA!!” He keeps crying since his fever was still high.

You both were in your berth room. Trying to get him from crying was the hardest part. You’re sure your neighbors aren’t too happy.

You’d then hear a knock on the door. You’d then look back at Rubble who looked at you. “Stay here you little gremlin.” He smiled even through his tears as he watch you leave.

You click the button to open the door and it was Ratchet. He had a small smile on his dermas. “How’s fever sparkling doing?”

”I’m sorry. I know he can be loud when he wants to be.”

”BA!” Rubble yelled. You’re guessing his way of saying hey in baby language as he sat on the bed.

”Would you mind me giving it a try?” You let out a soft sigh and nodded. Stepping out of his way so he walks in. Closing the door behind him once he was fully in.

Rubble continues to cry as Ratchet sat next to him on the berth.

A few minutes went by. Ratchet spoke to Rubble. Not sure if Rubble understood him but his large optics just stared up at him like as if he’s his sire.

You watched the two. Rubble slowly stopped crying and Ratchet was able to get Rubble to take the medican before Rubble realized it. Instantly closing his mouth once he tasted it. Struggling to swallow.

Eventually he does as ratchet comforted him.

Rubble saying BLA many times. “Wow you actually got him to take it.” Ratchet just chuckled as he got off the berth. Rubbing laying back as ratchet makes his way to you. His cervos on his hips.

“That should help him. Um do you mind if I ask you something?”

”Of course not. What’s your question?” he seemed a bit nervous as he trys to speak.

“Well would you like to um hang out at times with me and my partner. I don’t have a shift in a couple days.” You were taken aback but let out a soft chuckle. “I’d love to.”

Ratchet let out a chuckle before speaking once more. “At 4. In a couple days I’ll come by.” He said with a smile as he looked down at you. You’d nod as he then walks out to the hall. The door closing behind him.

You’d look over at Rubble. Who was fast asleep. His little cervos and arms over his belly. You’d then walk over, gently holding the side of his helm as his dermas have a small smile. Leaning into your cervo.

Thank primus he was born healthy. Although it’s awkward for you being on the same ship with his Sire.

But as long as your sparkling can grow with the ones closest around him. You know you can handle anything. So now it’s time to get to know some new bots! Rubble needs a Sire figure after all.

And your carrier instincts are telling you to not disappoint!

Hey guys! Sorry this one took all day I could not for the life of me figure out the ending. So sorry that it’s a the weakest part of the story. I was gonna do a full fic but I realized there’s more depth so I’ll make a part 2.

I hope you guys liked this one it was going to be just Drift but honestly looking at that medic booty by “total accident” I swear guys. I have to add Ratchet but also being for angst too. I swear I’ll make a scene of reader kicking aft at some point in part 2. Might get spicy a few times.

Am I good at doing sparkling scenes? I hope they came out good and still enjoyable. As always I hope you guys enjoyed this and a repost is always appreciated. I hope you all have a good rest of your day and see y’all in the next one!

[ajwrks]

—Rent!

mtmte various x gn! human reader

please tell me ya’ll have seen a trend (well it’s not really a trend trend..) on tiktok about a couple and one of them is like… “i can’t pay rent this month,” and their significant other also is like… “what rent? you don’t pay rent, i do?” LMAO well this is what i imagine this to be like with some of the lost light crew 😭😭

characters included: whirl, rodimus, rung, riptide, & swerve!

content: sfw, fluff, romantic themes, crack (ofc) | wc: 1.4k

WHIRL

whirl looks at you like you’ve grown five heads. what do you mean you can’t pay rent? his one optic is bright and expressive as they narrow deeply at you. because of his unpredictable nature, you’re growing nervous due to his unresponsiveness as he just… looks at you in utter disbelief.

“what? your brain not working or something? when the hell do you ever pay rent?!” his voice was a mixture of shock and exasperation. at this point, your poker face was falling apart— quickly too. 

“well for this month, i can’t pay the rent whirl,” 

“what the fuck are you talking about? i pay it??!” 

after you told him it was a prank, he threw an accusatory claw in your direction saying that if you pull something like that again, he’ll make you pay rent (not cool) but don’t worry, he obviously didn’t mean it! he swears up and down that it's his duty to provide for you, even if that means paying all of the rent

RODIMUS

walking down the ship's corridor you arrive at his office door, pushing past the automatic slabs that revealed him hunched over a clutter of papers with a digital device gripped in his servos, typing furiously as he swiped with precision as a surgeon. when rodimus made the perfect combo, a ding sounded, and for a split moment, his face plates lit up with a smug expression before glancing up at the call of his name.

“oh hey y/n,” he smirks at you, setting down his little game console he got from god knows where, and he also knew damn well he wasn’t supposed to be off task like this either, but you digress. “what’s up?” he asks. 

“rodimus i don’t know how to tell you this but…” you pause, taking in his expression. rodimus leaned forward slightly, his gaze steady as he tried to read the false tension in your face. 

“what is it?” 

“i can’t pay rent this month,” there was a long stretch of silence as you stared at each other. he lets out a bitter laugh before he could stop it. it was high-pitched and hysterical, completely out of place. 

“i’m sorry, what did you say? you can’t pay rent?” rodimus struggles to probably inhale a proper breath at how hard he’s heaving with laughter. you bite back your own as you morph your face into one of irritation 

“why are you laughing? this isn’t a joke. i seriously can’t,” 

“i’m laughing because you can’t and don’t pay rent” his laughter died off, but a smile still lingering. “seriously, you had me thinking it was more serious than what it was,” his arms folded behind his helm.

“what do you mean i can’t pay rent?” you completely forgot about the joke, you raise your brows at him expecting him to try you. you dared it. 

“welllllll i mean… aren’t you broke?” 

he learned his lesson immediately after! (don’t worry man you’re not broke!) obviously, he chooses too pay it… but you gotta let him know that you’re more than capable to pay those expenses too  

RUNG

rungs' desk was cluttered with scattered pieces with intricate materials, each one waiting to be assembled into his current ark— yes, another one. it was his dear hobby so you like to sit in his presence and chat while he worked his nimble digits. 

“rung?” you call his name in the midst of comfortable silence. rung held up a thin, elongated piece, squinting at it curiously thinking about where it could fit in his construction. 

“yes my love?” he finally answers, giving you his undivided attention. you pretend to ponder on a thought that seemed to greatly bother you.

“rung… i can’t pay the rent this month,” his brows furrow deeply, genuine confusion rewrites itself on his features. he hums silently as his servo gently lands on the back of your hand. 

“well you don’t have to worry about that. you don’t have to, remember? i pay the rent…” his voice is soothing, the simple offering of comfort— a smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you falter. rung looked absolutely concerned, afraid your memory suffered a bit during a time he didn’t know about or if you had gotten the wrong idea somehow. 

“it's a joke, don’t worry,” you chuckle, shaking your head. 

honestly, you were kind of expecting him to take it somewhat seriously but not entirely. his reaction was definitely endearing to you though. it was impossible to keep up that act for so long (we stan rung) 

RIPTIDE

when you approach him with the joke in your shared habsuite, i feel like he’d actually be scared for his life and yours. like what?? you can’t pay rent??? it really just proves to you just how forgetful he can be. 

riptide laying on his side as he flickers through the various pre recordings from different entertainment media on the projected screen from cybertron. you lay the opposite side of him, also looking at the flashing images with a grin growing on your lips, glancing over at riptide— a heavy exhale leaving his chassis. 

“borrrrringgggggggg,” he was determined to find anything suitable for the both of you, but was getting increasingly harder each second. 

“hey riptide?” 

“yeah?” he replies without a beat of reluctance, unconsciously tugging you a bit closer to him in the process. 

“i don’t know how you’re going to take this but… i can’t pay rent this month,” your voice lowers, making yourself seem smaller. 

“okay that’s cool— wait what?!” he snaps his helm in your direction almost incredulously. “then how is the rent gonna get paid?” he went bug eyed. your mouth gaped open, you tilt your head hoping that the angle might help you make sense of what the hell just came out of his mouth. 

“are you serious?” you release a breathy laugh at his mounting fear. 

“uhhh yeah?!” you roll your eyes. 

“you better start throwing it back for some cash then,” riptide looked increasingly afraid at your statement, oblivious to your taunting banter. 

“i’m not throwing back anything—! let's give megatron to the djd and see if they pay us…!” 

you weren’t sure if he was serious or not in the moment when he said that... but it took him an embarrassing amount of time to come to the realization that you were joking and that he pays the rent. how could he forget? puffing out his chassis with a “oh yeah you’re right. i do pay the rent” like he totally didn’t just have a breakdown trying to figure out how rent is going to be paid when he's the one who takes care of it

SWERVE

it was late hours, there was no one but swerve carefully, wiping down the last bit of the glass cups that were freshly cleaned by his servos. he slowly looked up to the sound of pattering feet steadily getting louder with each step. swerve grinned goofily like a teenager at the sight of you. leaning over the bartop you smile back. 

“what’s going on y/n? i definitely thought you would’ve been asleep by now— you know, human sleep cycles and stuff… they’re super weird,” you maneuver your body into a stool as you cradle the side of your head in the palm of your hand. 

“i was waiting for you, swerve,” swerve puts more of a pep in his step now that he knows you're waiting for him. 

“this is the last one, so don’t you worry in the slightest,” his smile broadens. your face suddenly changes, which scares him half to death. “y/n? what's the matter? was it something i said?” 

“no it's just… i won’t be able to pay the rent this month,” you give a dramatic pause, your voice dripped with mocked despair. swerve stilled momentarily before smiling again once more. he leaned over the countertop as well to close in the distance. 

“c’mon y/n. you’re for sure gonna have to try harder than that! i saw that trend already!” he barked a laugh, backing away as he set down the last glass in its respected place. well. there was absolutely no way you could have expected that one. you scoffed in disbelief. your mouth parts, but closes quickly. the words never properly formulate as you just sit there as swerve continues to chuckle here and there. 

“damn. i thought i could’ve got you…” 

“don’t stress your head y/n! even if you did get me, you know i’ll always take care of you.” 

swerve did NOT fall for it. damn him and his definitely unhealthy consumption of human media. now, you were determined to find a prank that you were sure he wouldn’t see

— i love riptide so much 💔. but lmk if pt2 is something yall want 🤤

[decepti-thots]

i read a translation of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight recently (the Simon Armitage one; absolutely great btw) and was like. Hm, WHO on the LL would I assign 'dumb enough to chop his whole damn head off' to in a Green Knight AU or something. You know, as you do. Anyway after thinking about it and deciding Rodimus is too obvious, I think 'pre-revealing he's been lying out his ass' Tailgate would ABSOLUTELY do it to 'save face' (massively overcompensate in front of everyone then panic about it). God bless.

[ppnuggie]

Hi!! Could I request head cannons about mtmte Megatron x f!reader who's an absolute adrenaline junkie. She very reserved and quiet but the moment some chaotic situation appears she's all over it? Thank you :)

　　　　　　MEGATRON x female human reader

　　　　『　megatron ,, fem human reader 』

　　-> megs w/ an adrenaline junkie s/o

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack

　　— ofc !! 🫶

| • he was so not prepared for your more ,, hyper moments ,, as he was only used to seeing your more reserved side

| • but when he walked into swerve’s and saw whirl punching some poor mech with you cheering him on ,, he was flabbergasted

| • old man was not prepared for alla that 😨😨 he did put a quick end to it and swerve had told whirl to leave for the rest of the day

| • he honestly expected more from you ,, but that was just one time and it doesnt mean your always like that ,, right ?

| • wrong ‼️

| • next time he sees this is when he stopped rodimus from racing in the hallways ,, and so the bot transformered and there you were ,, sat upon roddy’s hands

| • megs swears ,, he swears to primus that he knows whats gonna happen now that he knows about your ,, after work activities

| • this man is a fun killer the first few months on the lost light ,, he shuts it down immediately when he notices youre there ,, like god damn stop getting in these situations 🙄😕

| • it comes to the point where he cant help some the things ,, like if tailgate is speeding past him on his board and you’re holding on for dear life with a grin on your face

| • he cant catch up ,, and he doesnt really feel like trying at that time

| • hes ripping out his nonexistent hair though ,, youre gonna be the death of this mech 😭

[cyber-skeletons]

hiii:>>>

6 + 9 + 5 for megatron, 1 + 10 for Optimus, and/or 13 + 4 for both:333

hc game

HI FRIEND!!!!!! Once more you have come to bless us with asks I see <333 Sooooo sorry for how late this is, things got busy and stayed busy

Megatron:

6) Something they lost, but would love to have back

My god. I've seen some HEAVY answers to this one and I love toying around with those, but as for what I actually believe in:

Terminus.

9) What calms them when they are upset. 

When she's angry and frustrated, she likes to destroy things. Sometimes those things are people. As for sadness and fear, I'm running away with my age regression headcannon again and saying that she likes to hide under a weighted blanket and listen to a safe, trusted love one's spark pulse as they rock her. If there's no one she considers safe, she'll play an audio file of some random spark pulse and pretend someone loves her.

5) A cherished personal belonging. 

During the war, she tried to keep no sentimental belongings ("no attachments"), but after, when she's in recovery, she holds onto the first thing given to her as a genuine act of kindness and belief in her goodness. (In IDW, a Rodimus Star; in Earthspark, a "live laugh love" framed photo of her and Dot; etc.)

Optimus:

1) Something this character is truly proud of.

Can it be someone? Because my first thought was "Bumblebee." Yes I'm on the "Dadtimus" hype train, but more than just the simple cuteness I genuinely think Optimus's pride manifests in the lives he manages to guide and protect for the better

10) How they deal with pain. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck you just had to hit me with this didn't you. damn. well. The answer is that he ignores it. Optimus is the #1 target of Ratchet's wrath when he comes in with three rust infections and a completely stripped joint because he played the "I'm fine, tend to others first" game for too long. It's to the point of self harm. And mental pain???????? OH, BUDDY. He just meditates on the Matrix until he loses his sense of self and slips into a state of dissociation so deep that he can function again. Sometimes he implodes and has a 2-hour meltdown in his quarters and then he just starts the buildup all over again.

Both:

13) What kind of parent they would be. 

Crying weeping foaming at the mouth clawing at the walls shaking like a little dog. Them as parents is. everythign 2 me

Anyway, Megatron is a hot mess. He oscillates wildly between being the "fun dad" and the helicopter parent. Always obsessed with knowing exactly where they are at any given moment, if their surroundings are safe, if he can trust other mechs to so much as look at them... the moment that sparkling emerges, he's unlocked an entirely new level of PTSD. Also, because he grew up with "wire mother" instead of "cloth mother," he's VERY screwed in the head and doesn't know how to give affection at first. He shows his love through acts of service and protection until he finally adjusts enough to hug and cuddle. When their sparkling becomes a teen, that's when he really hits his stride. He handles the rebellious streak and the angst with an almost supernatural grace and shocking empathy and patience.

Optimus meanwhile is a tempering, nurturing force right out of the gate. He is the Snugglemaster, always willing to provide praise and affirmations. However, he is also just as paranoid as Megatron about their safety and is also a helicopter parent. That sparkling is 2000% homeschooled and has next to NO privacy. He absolutely gets cornered by the likes of Elita and Bumblebee staging an intervention that he's going to crush his bitlet if he doesn't open up that iron grasp, and that Megatron needs a counterweight. After that, Optimus absolutely earns those "#1 Dad" mugs, and even gets Megatron to chill tf out. It's the teenage years he has to watch out for. He struggles adjusting to his sparkling's new interests and struggles and he tries but man... it takes him a long time to break out of seeing his little one with Permababy Syndrome.

4) What they would do if they had one month to live. 

Megatron is no holds barred fighting it with all her might. She'll spend the entire month searching for a cure or a solution, she'll struggle and rage and defy it every step of the way, even if it means leaving her loved ones in a time of peace. She will never go gently into that good night. It is her nature to rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Optimus, if he's not going "finally," then he's using that time to give as much closure to others as he can. Making happy memories with loved ones, tying loose ends, building things. He's already written like three separate speeches for this day, a la "when I am gone, do not lament my absence" and "when you look up at the stars, think of one of them as my spark."

[crying-fantasies]

Terraformer Special Unit family

The terraformers squad Sunset is part of is practically a combination of the group of cadets on Top Gun: Maverick and the Mitchell family, in a few words: a horrible disaster in the making soon to auto combust, Sunset sadly inherited his dad's bad luck magnet genes and more times than not they are all into a life or death missions even when it wasn't supposed to be like that and try to survive with whatever they do, they end up going full MacGyver more times than not, if you ask, Mariah and Cloudjolt are the ones who have swiss army knifes.

Windblade gets such a headache and a attack to the spark when Sunset dials and tells her the details of the mission: "Infected?! By the cosmic rust?! How?! You were supposed to just look out the perimeter! What do you mean there are zombies?!" Chromia has to make her take a seat and let her ventilation system act before Windblade or any member of the Senate pops a circuit, and then take her axe while Ironhide charges his blaster to bring the kids and their Capitan back home.

No one says a word to Eminence, because she could start a war for her friends using every detail or omission in the intergalactic law, and she could win, but they don't have time or resources for new surrendered planets or more population, they are at their minds end.

So, Sunset is the leader, Blood Horn, little and intrepid murder machine, is second in command and Chainbreaker is the third in command before he goes to earth, later on Mayhem takes his place.

Who is in charge of this intrepid, and constantly in the verge of dying, squad? Well, let's say Astrotrain is busy keeping them alive, he is the Maverick of this group and also a very bad mouthed Rick Mitchell that is just so done with his situation and constantly asking himself what kind of spawn of a glitch put younglings on his care, why not call Springer? If he can with the Wreckers then he can also manage these kids (In the background Sabersky is laughing like a mad scientist with a explosion behind, the whole group screaming in pain or annoyance, oh ,the screams of the innocent passerbys).

There is so much he can take especially with Sunset being a magnet of bad luck and simping for his second in command ("How come that you're alive?!" "Natural talent?"), Blood Horn trying to fight beings twice her size with her bare servos ("Don't even think about it" "But-" "I said no"), Mayhem and his constant necessity to eat organic things ("Five seconds rule" "...You're so gross, kid..."), Mariah and her snob bullshit ("My designation is Black Mariah now" "It's the God-damned same thing!"), Cloudjolt trying to play and carry little things even when he is scaring aliens away with his sheer size ("Can I keep it?" "Let it go in this instance, that's this planet's king!"), even Sabersky, his old friend Blitzwing's sparkling, gets on his circuits everytime the son of a glitch tries to bug him on how he can change faster than him ("C'mon, old bot!" "You really are your sire's spawn")

Astrotrain does understand how the autobots got to "reproduce" with humans, frag, Soundwave has always been popular with human femmes and some males, but is still beyond his understanding how the Insecticons' original hive (he thinks Cloudjolt is Shrapnel's at least) and Blitzwing got their spikes wet and valves used with humans with all their shit, and he says it because he thought humans had basic standards, and one of those is apparently come and see their sparklings from time to time, Astrotrain still has to make a double take when Cloudjolt's human carrier comes to visit him with a horde of sparkmates that call themselves Cloudjolt's sires or when Rodimus (and his whole crew) come to see Sunset, it's not his fault Rodimus' doomed CNA got Sunset in the mess his life is and he tells the former Prime so when Sunset has a new injury, Bumblebee isn't thrilled to see Astrotrain be his little femme's teacher or whatever, no surprise there, and at least Jazz and his conjunx are decent (how did they get such a pain in the aft of a kid?), Soundwave still gives him the creeps when he is only there, standing, not saying a word but somehow communicating with Mayhem when they get a mission on earth and Mayhem's human creator only smiles while giving everyone energon goodies to share, Blitzwing laughs at his misery and Astrotrain can't understand what the human saw in his friend to sparkbond with Blitzwing and even giving him a sparkling.

Humans are strange creatures.

Astrotrain misses Chainbreaker, even with those organic creppy things the kid created creeping around the spaceship and the whole fact the kid was Prowl's at least he was the most sane and decent of the whole group.

[ore-ion]

Scratching brain so hard about EPIC × Transformers (IDW->LL is what i got in brain, but for the fun of it, let's just soup this thing.)

Megatron as Odysseus, Penelope? Optimus. [put lore analogy essay here]

Athena? Alpha trion. Don't get me wrong, that grandpa may be wise but damn he can FIGHT

Ares is definitely Megatronus (this specifically makes my brain happy)

Telemachus....hm, Bee? I might change that, but for now it fits, i guess?

I thought for too long and I forgot who was supposed to be Poseidon and Zeus, but Hephaestus is Solus lmao💀

If I say Calypso was Starscream, the only explanation I can give you is "bro HAS the vibes idk"

Circe....soundwave???? Ehhhhh more thought and essays required

RODIMUS AS HERMES😭😭 huzzah this orange creature!!! Tbh yeah he fits.

Eurylochus...Getaway.....but he's definitely playing Atinous (did i write that right?) Too, maybe i just don't like him, eh. Deserved.

The DJD as the Cyclops, Scylla etc etc why? Yes.

I'm so sorry Skids but you are playing Polites. God bless you got pancaked and died, but if I could, I would put Blurr here for max accuracy.

That's probably it for now. I'll rotate this idea in my microwave brain some more and see what I get from it

[popculturebuffet]

More than Meets the Eye Retrospective: Dark Cybertron Part 1

Hello all you happy autobots and welcome back to my long look at Transformers More Than Meets The Eye. When we last left I looked at the sister comic, Robots in Disguise.

But a necessary one for Today's review: Dark Cybertron, a crossover between both books.

Dark Cybertron is the cumilation of a plot that had been slowly building in the background of Robots in Disguise while Bumblebee dithered, Prowl tried to install a dictatorship long before he got a bug in his brain telling him to keep going with that, and Starscream was awesome. Shockwave has been up to SOMETHING over the issues, working with his mentor Jhiaxus.

Chasing Jhiaxus in the best part of RiD was Optimus Prime, redubbing himself Orion Pax out of disgust with the legacy of the primes, alongside his friends Hardhead, Wheelie and Garnak, who soon found themselves chasing Jhiaxus. Mr J eventually lured them to a dead planet, where he and Waspinator, yes the boy himself, ignited a titan and made tracks for cybertron while leaving our heroes to their deaths as Shockwave held back Soundwave and his decepticons , igniting his final plan.

It's here that mystery plan comes to fruition as the lost lighters split up gang to help save the unvierse, while Bumblebee and his Cavlcade of Fuckups, and also Arcee try to stop the apocalypse and Starscream gets a new paint job as he tries to hold on for dear life to his throne with a big ole event.

This crossover's notable for a few reasons: it's the first proper event comic for the transfomers: While there had been previous event style arcs with All Hail Megatron and Chaos and crossovers with the IDW wide Infestation and the marvel crossover Transformers/New Avengers, which also means the new avengers and likely all of marvel exisit in this unvierse.

But this is the first crossover between books within the line, something that would become a tradition as IDW liked money and Hasbro liked free advertising for whatever they were doing in the toys at the time, either threading in designs from their current lines or in the case of combiner wars and titans return, just straight up having IDW model their events to match the toyline. . This lead to the ambitious and failed Hasbro Universe with Revolution, and the universe even ends on one with Unicron.

Ironically though.. this is the ONLY one to loop in more than meets the eye. And thank Primus for that. Look i'm not anti-event comic, sometimes an event can be a total banger. For a recent example see Marvel's Judgement Day. But the big two tend to do events and crossovers EVERY damn year, not giving books a chance to rest or status quos to breathe for a bit. So having More than Meets the Eye sit that shit out is a fucking relief.

It's also from a practical standpoint as this crossover shows both creative teams had trouble meshing the two together: the narrative splits into four plot threads, one in the dead universe with Optimus, Rodimus and CO, one with the rest of the lost light , one with the cavlcade of fuckups and one with god emperor starscream. the latter two evnetually intersect and the two casts DO interact towards the end of the crossover.. but in the six issues i'm covering today the only ones to interact with the lost lighters are Starscream in a brief video call and Optimus in one of the main plots. It's clear that while the two writers liked each other.. they may not of known entirely how to make the two casts function together, and thus kept them to their corners.

The result isn't a bad story but a fractured one. I will say upfront I won't be able to judge the story as a whole till next time, but I needed to do it in two parts as it's a big boy and there's a lot to go over. So join me under the cut as darkness falls over cybertron, titans rise, and rodimus gets a new toy so stupid it will bite him in the ass for the rest of the comic. IT's Dark Cybertron and it's under the cut.

We open with Nova Prime's crew. Nova Prime was a prime who was seen as a great one.. but in reality was an supremacist piece of scrap who wanted to conquer all other forms of life. He will not be missed. Among him are our boy Cyclonus and Jhiaxus, who tells Shockwave to FINISH MY WORK.

In the present.. Shockwave almost has, having seeded ores aroudn the galaxy and experimenting on a titan, both the same one that declared Starscream chosen one and then vanished.. and that Waspinator just brought home. It starts screaming in terror and bleeding out it's eyes

Elsewhere on Cybertron, Starscream woke up from a nap to find a few hours ago the sun rose.. and hasn't gone down. He also has a new all red everything paintjob, a familiar one

As i've been told and found out.. this is Starscream's look from Transformers Armada, which I did watch when it was coming out but entirely forgot this is what Starscream looked like because my memory is quicksand and only few things escape it like X-men trivia.

It's.. not my faviorite. It's almost ENTIRELY red and whlie it does look better in later shots, it's just not as fun to look at as his classic look and while he'll keep this look for the windblade mini series, i'ts telling the artists reverted to his old standby as soon as they could. The Armada look isn't bad and looking at stills from teh anime it loks GREAT there.. but it's a bit too one note for the page, at least these pages.

Starscream decides to call the autobots for help.. not the ones he exiled, an I told you so from prowl is death in it's purest form, no OUR autobots.

For now though we cut back to Optimus. Since we last left him he and his crew are trying to escape.. and luckily run into some old friends

I love this so much. Unsuprisingly Swerve made it his ring tone. Naturally Rodimus dove in anyway to save his old friend/boss/dad.

Rodimus shows his dad around, which really feels like a teenager accidently exposing his dad to all the stuff his dumbass friends do while trying to be respectible. The wind's taken out of his sails by Ultra Magnus who asks if Optimus is taking command with all the tact and grace he's known for.

Optimus isn't, he's only here for the guest spot , he's got his own leading roll to play in the other books, but he is happy to get the tour. .until Starscream calls. Screamer of course can't help but passively agressively brag about how he was elected in by popular demand after bumblbee fucked up hard

Then asks Cyclonus for help since he knows the dead universe better than anyone. The Dead Universe is a parasite, a universe that should fucntion right but is instead both sentient and EVILLLL. And it's hungies.

Back on Cybertron, Team Fuckup is starring in horror and the Dinobots want to punch the fuck out of the sun. Bumblbee tells them to wait for it... and granted he's telling them not to punch a bright light on the horizon, something even prowl can tell is stupid which tells you something, but honestly after the last two years worth of comics, the bar for Bumlebee's competence is low.

He ends up being right as the necrotitan lands. Meanwhile Shockwave goes into a whole rant about hwo this is all ineveitible that has a bunch of vauge images and two optimus primes about ot throw hands for some reason. none of this is relevant to the rest of the crossover, it's a clear misdirect and it sure does exist. The real point is who he's talking to: Nova Prime and Galvatron, who somehow returned. Also Galvatron and Megatron are two seperate people in this continuity, happens a lot, moving on.

Onto chapter 2 and Team Fuckup's strategy is now suns out guns out.. though Bumblebee's redemption arc continues as when the Autobots want to punch the giant, Bumlebee tells them no and tells them to either get in line or fuck righ toff, which actually gets them to listen. Seems Bee got a spine with his new form and I like it. After 20 some issues of him listening to whoever yelled the loudest while ignoring the people he's supposed to be serving, this is nice. It's clear field command fits him better.

He does have a bit of an exestial crisis wondering if this is the titan that choose starscream and I THINk it is. I'm not sure. But either way it's here and i'ts big.

Back with Team Rodimus, Brainstorm tells Optimus the dead unvierse is alive and that's why going into the dead universe is tricky: it'll kill anything it senses shouldn't be there. Luckily he has a plan.. and a weird creepy parsite in a jar. It's also so fun seeing the straightlaced optimus interact with the lost lighters. So dang good seeing Chromedome resisit the urge to condescend to Optimus.

Back with Starscream he's doing what any sensible cybertronian would do in this situation: GET HIS GUN. Or a lot of them hidden in a closet Rattrap is telling him to come out of. Please everyone knows Starscream as pansexual as fuck. Rattrap urges caution.. which is like saying it's tuesday but still when Starscream is whiffing it you know it's .. also tuesday but also probably an issue.

Back on the lost light we get a great scene as Rodimus, Magnus and Optimus hit swerves. Magnus is curious if they should be having command discussions in a bar but Rodimus for once isn't snippy, which tells us deep shit is a comin: he simply wants to be by his men.. granted he regrets that when he finds Swerve taking photos but for once Swerve is also not as flip: it's three of the greatest autobots of all time, on the preciipce of SOMETHING happening, something they call feel.. that shared feeling of dread. Something's coming and it ain't good.

The trio get a text from brainstorm: He's ready. This being brainstorm the most he has is a palm thing that keeps the dead universe from killing you using the venom of a monster from there he keeps in a jar. Granted this is only because it's short notice.

So our heroes come up with a plan: split up. Rodimus, Optimus, Hardhead and Cyclonus (Since he has experince) will go into the dead universe to plug whatever stygian hole is leaking. Wheelie and Garnak will stay by in Optimus' ship to pick them up after. Meanwhile the Lost LIght will head after Jhiaxus. Magnus is doubtful he can lead.. but Rodimus perks him up, assuring him he can do this: he may of been thorugh a lot.. but this is his comfort zone: "You're chasing a war criminal and i'm leaping into the unknown"

Back on cybertron Starscream talks with Scoops, a cybertronian ratrap framed for him and who belivies in screamer's prophecy. And as it turns out Screamer REALLY shoudl've payed attention to what that prophecy was or asked or.. anything other than accept it as face value as it turns out he's pegged as a "false leader" one who will bring on the coming darkness... "The stars shall scream and the symbol of the uncreator shall become clear" and said symbol is.. not encouraging to screamer or us

Anyways back to Shockwave: he's talking to Nova, and reveals the space bridge in the Necrotitan isn't working.. but luckily he has a backup plan: megatron.

We end the issue with two more cut tos: in the dead unvierse, Team Rodtimus fight some parasites hoping to snack on them since the signal their using reads "FOOD' to them and while they get away from them fine.. someone else notices. more on him soon. Back with Team Fuckup, the Calvary arrives: SOUNDWAVE BABY.

Part 3 begins with Starscream, whose assuring his adoring public.. only for a meteor to apparnetly land near the titan.

Speaking of shooting the Autobots wage a war to destroy the not so evil forces of Soundwave, only for the metor thing ot distract them too.

Before our next plot point let's talk about this series pacing as you might of noticed the last paragraph or two was just "this plot point, now this". And that's because the series likes to jump around, jump around, get up get up and get down. It has FOUR plots it's juggling and rarely do the issues just.. focus on one or two, especially early on. So each issue is bouncing around several subplots often for just two pages at a time. I don't mind a big story having to move around, but you have to let things settle for a minute. Let a plot point marinate a bit. I shouldn't feel rushed in a 12 issue crossover. 12 issues is a LOT for a story, again why this is a two parter. We do get some good character stuff like Bee growing a spine, a lot of it feels like a reahash. For instance did we need the starscrema going to get his gun scene? no we coudl've had rattrap suggest talking to scoops earlier. None of this is bad and some of the character stuff is necessary: Rodimus showing optimus around both moves the plot along with starscream's call and is objectively hilaroius. But a lot of it feels like thumb twiddling to get to the next plot point. We probably coudl've compacted most of team fuckups scenes into half an issue, if that. It feels like their cutting to each plot to make it seem important instead of carring how a story should progress. It feels like the writers took turns with scenes instead of truly colaberating on the crossover an das a result we just jump jump jump.

So we jump! Jump for the plot to our next point: the lost light where their being pushed off course... turns out Metroplex's thumb what got embedded in the ship after the annual is alive again.. and Getaway knows why: Tyrest, for all his madness, once said you can find a titan with a titan.. and figures Metroplex is trying to reunite with itself.

At the Necrotitan, Team Fuckup sadly gets back to buisness as usual.. arguing with each other. Fortuantely this time, Bumblebee.. is still a compitent leader. He's still on "wait for it" mode.. because they really CAN'T do anything and attacking a giant statue is a death warrant, and he's taken Team Soundwave's help as while they aren't on great terms, they have the same goal: Stop Shockwave. Prowl takes this with the grace, dignity and cool he's known for

God it's good to hear ANYONE, especially Bumblebee, tell Prowl to "shut up for once". And Bee's not wrong. While wait and hope things go well was a TERRIBLE strategy when Bee was running the planet and all it did was get starscream on the throne and all of them exiled, in this case.. their facing a giant cybertronian with weird glowing eyes who they can't really understand. As we'll learn shortly titans function SORT'VE like regular transformers, but are so giant, massive and ancient their hard to parse. A small band of semi-reformed fuckups, an asshole, and a bunch of casette tapes and their player/dad isn't REMOTELY enough to stop that thing and interacting with it might just piss it off.

And sure enough Starscream seemingly prooves that hypothesis as he tries to manipulate it by talking to it.. only for it to explode into 2 or 3 pages of purple light. And This.. I like> it lets the MAGNITUDE of this thing's power play out, it's sudden, and it's shocking, and the effects afterwords aren't good as Arcee is out, the death wave having taken down their forces. once again Prowl won't shut the fuck up, wanting them to attack... and bee brushes him off essentially asking

He points out the death wave, his words not mine, is heading towards the city and despite Starscream's efforts.. it goes off. Shooting the titan would've eithe rdone nothing or set this off SOONER. There is NOTHING they can do and that.. works for me. As douchey as Prowl's being which, par for the course and all that aside, you understand his want to do SOMETHIGN.. but their in a situation where all they can do is just sit, wait, and HOPE they can figure something out. Shockwave said it best as Starscream tried talking to the titan. "We were all too late from the beginning". Unlike the bulk of the comic thus far sitting and reacting is all they have. .because they don't know the full scope of what's going on here. WE as an audience don't know what the hell the necrotitan just did: I only have it's name thanks to the wiki.

The wave not only hurt the living.. but wakes the dead as Metalhawk is back, on the bad guy's side now.. and pisssssseeed. Starscream to his credit reacts more with "Oh goody another cherry on the shit sundae that is today." but he still gets stabbed and Metalhawk is taking Megatron, bye. While Scoops goes to help people, the citzens surround starscream, his star falling.

On the lost light thei rleft with a decision: follow Jhiaxus.. or follow the severed thumb. Ratchet dosen't wanna as he feels their back in the "autobots mainstream" again... but Brainstorm disagrees.. and Perciptor shockingly AGREES: an ancient god has asked them to come find him, and given the end of days is going on back at home, an ancient god could REALLY come in handy right now. Magnus agrees and they head to a planet full of blood red water. At least I hope it's water. THey go deep into planet danzig, and find a horde of microbots ready to tear them apart. These are the amonites from the 25th issue adn they aren't happy.

Closing out the issue Shockwave prepares to make Megatron into a spacebridge. It's very impressive and not at all healthy.

Chapter 4 begins back with the lost light and with good art for those portions again! Yeah while i've glossed over it because this is a LOT of comics to go over and i'm already behind, the art for the lost light sections of parts 2 and 3 is once again by James Raiz, who has a very sketcyhy lifeldian style.. and not bein ga fan of those styles in general, I like it even lest on the quippy, weird lost light. It dosen't fit at all and the lack of expresssion dosen't really work with characters who thrive on expression even when they got no mouths.

It also works as we get bits like Brainstorm trying to hop onto Perciptor's exposition and Magnus announcing himself as "duly apointed enforcer of the tyrest accord" before remembering "Oh yeah the horrifying events of the last arc right. Just an autobot now". I'ts a bit funny but also very sad. All it gets is the super combinining amonites blowing up their window.

Back on cybertron the mob turns on starscream, with Scoops rightfully calling him out for dooming them and pointing out the black mark on him as a sign.. whne really he just tried to schmooze an elder god of a robot, but semantics. poitn is time is running out for our faviorite boy.

Back on planet Danzig, Skids remembers the amonites and wonders why their pissed.. forgetting they you know, ended their forever war and one of them tried to kill thunderclash, something the lost light prevented. Take your pick.

With the Lost Light too big a target the crew decides to split up: they have a few water vechiles and half of the aquabots, so they should be fine, but they still need more... so Magnus gets an idea: they'll take the rodpod. Like the audience Getaway wonders "what the fuck is that" before we gaze on it in all ti's glory.. or as glorious as it is as for some reason we're suddenly back to raiz art.

Yes the rodpod, which Magnus was worried about as naturally Rodimus loves this stupid fucking thing as mucha s I do. But Skids is banking on Rodimus' short attention span.

The important thing here, besides this very hilariously stupid thing happened in a major crossover and that's awesome, is Getaway's reaction. His disguist, his sheer confusion.. for now it just comes off as most people's reaction to this ego piece who aren't used to Rodimus shit by now. But true to roberts.. this bit is one of the MAIN REASONS why we still had to cover this crossover. It's not the only one but this one small character moment.. ends up changing the entire course of this entire comic and our heroes lives forever. Yes the RODPOD is so rediculous and breaks a man's brain so bad, it has deep lasting conseqeunces that will last to the finale of this comic. I love that more than words.

Our heroes take the rodpod out for a spin, and while Rung kills a guy, and it's awesome, our heroes blow up a giant super combined amonite as they apparently have no upper limit but no upper limit dosen't mean "can't blow up real good"

Back to the dead Universe where Optimus deals with some squabbling from the kids

See this.. really shows the contrast between the two styles: the bickering over with Team Fuckup is annoying at times, bette rin this series but still annoying. The banter between the lost light on the other hand feels both more genuine and funnier. And I get the quippy style isn't for everyone: The MCU has gotten some fatigue fo rthat.. but I like a bit of back and forth. it shoudln't be the whole thing, and MTMTE succeeds largley because the characters are deeply made as well as deeply hilaroius, but a little humor helps. It breaks up the dark exesntial terror of everything to occasoinally have things like Rodimus' stupid headship he built for his own amusment or Optimus being about 5 mintues from turning this dead universe around so help me god.

Yet the questions he brings up .. arne't unfair as his next cuts deep: if Optimus had asked him to stay, would he have? And the answer.. is yes. Yet what cuts deeper.. is optimus response: He has the utmost faith in Rodimus and the progress he's made.. and it's clear form his silence he both regrets he's hardly made any and the choices he HAS made. He saved the world, something he rightfully rubbe din Hardhead's face as he was one of the many who nearly died thanks to Tyrest's attmepted genocide, but it's clear the thigns he's done weigh on rodimus: Would staying have helped? Could he have made a bette cybertron?

And the hard answer is.... no. Him staying wouldn't of been a good thing: he didn't want to be there, none of the bots who left really had ideas for a new better cybertron and MORE autobots wasn't going to fix a situation where autobots being there at all was causing tension with the nails. The sad truth is Bumblebee failed not because Rodimus left, but because he didn't have any plan other than "We want to retain power" , and with a throng of people crying for a better government and something NEW that was never going to happen.

The ironic thing is while Rodimus is on a quest for the old... his going out, exploring, doing daring due war or no war.. IS something new. He's letting his bots be who they are, having down time, movie nights, open bars. Sure he's also shoved some of them into very bad situations, the whole overlord mess was a waking nightmare and should never have happened and swerve shooting rung is ENTIRELY his fault. Rodimus, like Bee, often tries to lead like this is war time instead of a shaky peace. Yet despite also operating from that style.. he's casual enough and caring enough deep down that his bots.. get to have lives. Be who they want to be. He's not yelling tat them for daring to want to not shoot people or trying to create infastructure, he's just like "when I need you, do your fucking job bro". He may be embarassed around optimus.. but his letting his crew be people instead of weapons is better than Bee trying to lead like this is a war of attrition and not "what comes after" or Prowl acting like the war neve rended and a shiny new police state is better and not what caused the war in the first place.

OUr heroes soo seen Cyclonus is bleeding.. and soon have bigger issues as Nightbeat has arrived.

Back on cybertron Prowl sucks suprising no one wanting AGAIN to attack the giant robot that just wiped out hal fof them despite having no plan other than "shoot it REAL hard" Bee once again calls him out

He brused Prowl's ego enough to actually get him to pause.. well huff like a child but Prowl does have soundwave scan the city, which picks up something bad: Megatron SCREAMING as Shockwave both turn shim into a bridge and tries to get him to join. He naturallyr efuses ESPECAILLY since the primes are involved, so instead of joining in the new world order.. he gets prime coming out of his chest.

We end the issue on Team Magnus as they find Metroplex.. and end up in his eye socket.. which is hollowed out. Which is impressive but horrifying. And also not very healthy.

Onto part 5, and Shockwave is helping his pawns out of a screaming megatron's chest

When Team Fuckup arrives... Bumblebee has no idea what Shockwav'es doing but it end snow.

It dosen't though because Metalhawk is here, and Bumblbee's attempts to pull an "I know your in there somewhere fight", failed as Metalhawk is consumed by vengance and purple stuff. Skywarp attempts to just free megatron but his teleporting fails.

Prowl questions WHY Shockwave is helping nova.. not getting that maybe, just maybe the One Eyed Two Horned Grounded Purple Plotter whose already manuvered you all like chess pieces.. is using them as pawns for something much worse. Either way he gives Nova time to escape and his best buddy Waspinator time to bring him the staff Waspinator used to awaken the titan and summons it as if it were one of his x-men.. and has it crush them as if it were his juggernaught.

Back to the dead universe, let's talk about Nightbeat: Nightbeat is an autobot detective. During Nova Prime's previous plot, he had a thing installed in Nightbeat's head to turn the poor guy into his sleeper agent. Unfortunately for him he again picked a detective and one of the best at that so while he coudln't do much, Beat at least figured out he was being brainwashed and after shooting Hardhead had enough will to beg heardhead to shoot him.

So naturally his sudden return is a lot for everyone to process. As for how the shore he died on WAS connected to the dead unvierse, Optimus correctly guesses he got swept in with the tide. We get a sense of Nightbeat's personality too, as doing a simple look at Cyclonus tells him about Tailgate's near injury: he has facial scars, they were self inflicted, and they were patched recently. Cyclonus responds to this invasion of privacy mixed with genuine sympathy by trying to choke a bitch.

Back with team fuckup they TRY to count up their wounded.. but they hav ebigger issues: Megatron is craddling Ironhide crisis on infinite earth's style, before Galvatron rips him the fuck in half, starting his streak at one and declaring WHOS NEXT.. and somehow that's not their biggest issue as the titan is still active and shockwave is now in control.

Back in the dead universe, we find out how Nightbeat survivied: he was dead going through the portal and sense dead equals alive in this universe, he's spared. Sorta like how a healing spell usually hurts a zombie in an rpg just reversed.

At any rate he has some bad news for cyclonus: his hand generator thingy broke nad the Dead Universe has reclaimed him.. and he also has time to ominously say "your all home now" before triggering a giant force field around them. Turns out his death didn't undo his sleeper agent brain thing and Nova has come for them.

Before we move on to our final chapter for this batch, let's look at this cover. Which I rarely do for tim's sake but this one well

It looks like Nova Prime is playing with his dolls again.

At any rate we're back with what's left of Team Fuckup: bumblbee' smissing while what's left is running from the titan. The Dinobots plan to lead it away.. but it was already going this way they just were running away from it and are only pulling a prometheus because their genuinely not fast enough to get out the side, especially with some of them carrying wounded.

Back with Team Magnus, they notice Metroplex is decaying... partly due to age as getting spare parts is hard for titans and partly due to the weird blood water all around Planet Danzig. Theya lso find that Metro's BRAIN is missing: he's still alive but without that he's clearly dying. Getaway notices something in the water and calls Swerve for help but h'es a bit busy getting his groove on

They do however find a place to drydock. Back in the dead universe, Hardhead tells his friend he's going to rekill him while Optimus fakes a fight with rodimus to tell him there's a hidden barrier. While Hardhead tries to reach him Nova arrives.

Back on cybertron Starscream's no good horrible very bad day continues as he finds not only is his mark of shame spreading, but he's not the only one dying. After getting yelled at by his second tankor today he finds the titan heading right for him and the wounded

Back on Planet Danzig, our heroes find some arrows in the dry dock.. but it takes them around in circles.. then an Amonite blows up the ship, leaving them stranded.

We end this issue and the first half of dark cybertron with Nova Prime megomanically gloating... Hardhead escapes to shut him up.. only for it not to go well> Turns out PRime is not only crazy strong, but he CRUSHES Hardheads fist in his hands and then watches the poor guy desintgrate. He has plans for those left though: he's taking them to see a new friend he's made: bumlbee whose the shiny new space bridge.

So that's where we end it? Can Team Fuckup somehow save cybertron? Did any of team magnus survivie? Can Optimus shut this dude the fuck up. Find out in april folks! Thanks for reading

[solar4seekstron]

You?! Part 1

TfCyberverse!Soundwave x Cybertronian!GN!Reader x TfCyberverse!Rodimus Oneshot

Content: SFW, Rodimus is the first to try to get with reader, Rodimus and Soundwave were together once, Poly Relationship.

Introduction Movie Oneshot Masterlist

TW/Tags: Fluff, couple kissing scenes, Laserbeak has moms now at the end, Reader is being reader, cute moments between Rodimus and Reader, Soundwave loves robot waists, Oh my god guys have you seen Rodimus thighs?!?!

You were a part of the Autobots for a very long time. When the two sides came togetehr at last…In a way. You were there just to try to keep the peace. Trying to make sure not too much fights happen.

Everything stays that way for a while. While there was peace still.

You always noticed Rodimus giving you a small smile on his dermas when you’d drink at the bar or just passing by when doing your daily patrols.

Always making sure to wave to you and wanting to hang out.

You didn’t mind much. Same thing almost with Soundwave. At times in your usual dojo when practicing with your swords. Soundwave at times would pass by.

He does it so much you’re sure he’s doing it on purpose.

One day when at Alchemists Bar, you were having a nice chat as Rodimus made his way in. He always knew when you’d choose to come in. Which is usually on a Tuesday night.

You were chatting with Alchemist and drinking some energon. Rodimus made his way over. Feeling himself getting nervous as he stared as you. Your back to him.

He takes note of your frame, your smile, your optics and paint job. Primus why are you so pretty.

He thought to himself.

He met many bots. Mechs and femmes. He’s met them all but you. You are something else whenever he sees you. And tonight will be the night that he’ll take his chance!

Alchemist knew very well of Rodimus crush on you, he has been doing this job for a very long time.

So he placed some energon for Rodimus. Rodimus taking note as he got closer. The mech would walk away as you also took not f the energon.

You holding your own mug as your other arm leaning on the counter.

A small grin on your dermas as your optics narrowed down. Looking at your cup as Rodimus took his seat. You then spoke.

”So, you finally taking your chance Rodmius? Or you going to chicken out?”

You glance to him while he picked up his drink. Chuckling a bit as he looked at you then at the cup. His forearm on the counter as well.

”Thanks for being patient I suppose…..So how long?” You let out a soft chuckle.

”Since you didn’t let go of my cervo on the day we met R.” You take a sip of energon before turning your frame towards him.

He did the same. Physically gulped as his optics stared at you with drink in cervo still.

“I tell you what. If you can beat me in training combat then…I’ll go on one date with ya. So make sure you’re strong enough to defeat me. Hand in hand. Alright?”

You have stood up as you smiled down at him.

“See you around. Rodimus.” You then walked out of the bar. Rodimus stunted for a minute there.

Little did you both know. A certain bird was listening in the bar. And so a day later you waited in the dojo your sure owned. Having already comm to Rodimus of what time. And so you were training.

When you heard the doors open, you assumed it was Rodimus. “R you’re early. By 1 minutes it seems. Is there a rea-“

You stopped once you turned around. Seeing it’s Soundwave as he stood there is all his glory. “Ah Soundwave. Didn’t expect a former decepticon to ever step into my dojo of all places.”

He stays quiet for a moment before speaking. “Dojo is open to all Cybertronians and more. No matter what side. Is it not?” Damn he got you.

You let out a soft sigh as you fully face him. Rodimus was barely making his way to the dojo. He was pretty far. “You’re right there Soundwave…I suppose it’s not much of a deal. Is there an actual reason you’re here?”

He’d slowly nod before you. Getting closer until he finally stands infront of you. You’d have your cervos behind your back as you waited for him to speak. You were taken by surprise when he presssed his forhelm against yours. He did have to lean down a bit since he was taller.

He knew this is something you did during the war to show respect. Especially to comrades during the war.

His cervos placed on your waist as he spoke. Leaning his helm back a little. “I’m not much one to combat but I lived enough to be able to survive a war.”

”Soundwave.”

”Please just give me a chance to prove myself. Soundwave and Y/N Superior: Together.” You just stared at him. “Soundwave…I live by a code. If you can defeat me in some way.”

You both hear the door chime. Soundwave looking back. Both of your seeing it’’s Rodimus. “Hey Y/N Sorry that I’m a bit-“

”…………..”

”YOU?!” Both Rodimus and Soundwave said at the same time. Soundwaves cervos off your waist both clenching as he looks at Rodimus.

Rodimus getting closer as he spoke.

”What are you doing here. Were you spying on me again?” Rodimus pressed a digit at Soundwaves chest before Soundwave slapped it away.

”In your dreams Autoscum. I am here asking for a chance. Why are you here?”

“Guys please. Not in the dojo.” You two keep bickering as you stand there. Soundwaves arms crossed as Rodimus placed his own cervos on his hips. After a minute you’d stand inbetween him.

One cervo on each of the mechs chest as you then spoke. “Listen you two. The point here is to fight me if you want a “chance”. Not to have a spike measuring contest in front of the Sires memorial.” The three looking at the memorial of Yoketron who passed before the war.

Rodimus then spoke after letting out a sigh. “Sorry Y/N. We should get started then.”

He looked at Soundwave at the last part before walking deeper into the Dojo. You’d look at Soundwave before walking back following Rodimus. Soundwaves cervos clenched as he watched you two walk away.

He turned around. Making his way to the door. You and Rodimus both stretching your arms and neck as you looked at each other with a smile.

“You ready to show me what you got Rodimus?” Rodimus let out a soft chuckle before responding.

“You have no idea.”

He chuckled. You both then soon started at hand in hand combat. Rodimus mostly working with guns struggled a bit. Eventually you were able to get the upper hand.

Holding him down as you sat on his stomach and keep his cervo retraint and your chest pressed against his. The two of you staring at each other as he struggled to get up. “You’re pretty strong for a bot Y/N”

”When you have been trained for years by a former knight. You learn a thing or two when it comes to building your inner strength.”

Rodimus keeps struggling. Trying to think. He’d then get an idea and have a sly grin on his dermas.

You looked at him confused until he leaned up.

His dermas connecting with yours. His optics looking at you as yours are wide.

He realizes he has a chance and turns you both so he’s ontop. Once he was ontop, both cervos on the floor supporting him up before holding you down while still surprised.

You had a bit of trouble getting him off.

“You sneaky little bot. Always got that trick up your sleeve?” Rodimus chuckled.

”Just for you.” He keeps you held down.

After a few moments he kept you down. He does have the upper hand. And so eventually. Trying to not smile because of his grin. Eventually you gave up. How can you not when seeing a face like his. You’d sigh and stop struggling.

”I yield.” Rodimus sat up with his cervos up. “YES!!!!”

You let out a soft chuckle as he leans back down. Placing his cervos back on the floor as he looked down at you.

“So we together now?”

You’d shrug. Putting your cervos on you stomach as you stare up at him. “Sure. It’s been something that’s been waiting for millions of years.”

He lets out a nervous chuckle until you both finally kissed once more.

The kiss gentle and sweet. Both not noticing Soundwave watching before fully walking out. Closing the door quietly and gently.

After a few days you and Rodimus became Conjunx endura. Eventually he moved in to your apartment over your dojo. As you both had dinner he eventually told you how he and Soundwave were Conjunx. Which caught you by surprised. He was a bit sad about it. Appearently it was when the war ended.

The two talking about getting together. Something the two have been pining for since the two fought in battle millions of years ago.

But because the tension was still high. The relationship didn’t last long.

You’ll admit you have had feelings for the for a very long time. But you never had the guts before to ask other of the two out. And so after speaking to him. You both descided to go to Soundwave.

Who was currently feeding Laserbeak at his home while his other cassettes sleep. You both making your way to his door to speak to him.

When Soundwave opened his door he was taken aback once seeing you both.

He’d then sigh and try to close the door until you stopped it with your cervo. You then spoke to him and Rodmius joined in. Speaking as he places a cervo on Soundwaves shoulder.

”Come on Soundwave. Maybe there is a chance for the two of us now. Things actually have died down and Y/N here could be what we needed. Let them help us.”

Rodimus gently grabbed Soundwaves cervo as he stared at him. Then at you as you had your cervos placed together infront of you. “Soundwave. Maybe the three of us together can be what makes it better for the two of us to be together.”

Of course Soundwave lifted his helm up a bit. He seems to be deep in thought. You then are the one to take his cervo as he then looks at you.

“Come on. It couldn’t hurt. Could it?”

He looked at you and Rodimus back and forth before sighing. Before speaking.

”Offer: accepted.” You and Rodimus both chuckled and hugged him on both sides of his frame. He was a bit surprised but gently sets his cervos on your shoulders.

Sort of hugging back.

The three of you would then hear Laserbeak making bird noises. Soundwave was the only one to understand him.

Rodimus asked. “What he saying?”

Soundwave lets out a deep chuckle and spoke. His cervos now on both of your and Rodimus waist.

“He said. He’s not calling you two mom.” That caused you and Rodimus to chuckle before you would kiss one side of Soundwaves cheek and Rodimus kisses the others.

The three of you would stay together for a very, very long time.

Before y’all freak out in the comments because of that ONE episodes. Y/N will never let something like that happen. They will be able to stand up to tarn alongside Rodimus. Rodimus and Y/N being able to keep Soundwave from sacrificing himself.

I hope you guys were able to enjoy this. I know I did. lol.

As always a repost is appreciated and I hope to see you guys in the next one!

Hope you all have a good rest of your day!

[ask-uts-earthspark-au]

I need to know how everyone feels about the photo.

Optimus: get that cat some wet food.

Elita: *on a chair with an electric fly swatter and a spray bottle* BAD KITTY, BAD KITTY-

Megatron: Jesus Christ, what did you do to piss him off so you could get such a picture?

Arcee: NO CATS. NONE OF THAT DEMON SHIT IN MY HOUSE.

Bumblebee: dear god that is nightmare fuel-

Breakdown: aha, just a spicy kitty. *also thinks it’s nightmare fuel*

Wheeljack: 1. how is it in my lab? 2. bad kitty? >:(

Tarantulas: no. thank you for the offer. but no.

Hashtag: Mmmnnnn… yeeeaaahhhh, nooooo, I’m gonna pass here.

Thrash: CHRIST IN A BUCKET, THE HELL IS THAT—

Jawbreaker: those teeth are really sharp… I think I’ll stay here for now.

Twitch: <:(

Twitch: The kitty we met before when we saw the cassettes is angry now, so we can’t pet it?

Nightshade: clearly very agitated. What could’ve possibly provoked this kind of reaction? And when it calms down can I pet it?

Thrash: THAT’S YOU TWO’S CONCERN?! IT’S GONNA BITE YOUR GODDAMN HANDS OFF!

Twitch: Cute kitty!

Nightshade: if not friend, why friend-shaped?

Thrash: I-

Thrash: *facepalm + sigh*

Thrash: why do I even try.

Bonus from it spreading around from the main cast:

Springer: That’s what we in the business call a ‘nope’, in it’s natural habitat known as ‘wherever the hell that is, I certainly ain’t goin’ nowhere near there.’, thanks for the offer though.

Magnus: I do believe I’ll keep the demon creature away from me. The only cat I want anywhere near me is Roller’s.

-from the background- “Same! Soundwave’s cat is freaky as fuck.”

Magnus: Thank you, Sixshot. (/s)

“No problem baby! ;)”

Mags: *optic roll*

Ratchet: keep it away from me, and out of my medbay, unless it’s dying.

Jetwave: [Oh, Ravage. He’s normally so calm, I wonder what got him so riled up and angry. Or why sire decided to sic him on someone.]

Silver: Ooh! Ravage! Heee~rre kitty kitty!~

Rhythmwing: Pspspspsps~

JW: […You two really have no sense of self preservation regarding sire’s cassettes, do you?]

RW: no lol

Motormaster: it’s one of Soundwave’s creatures.

Dead End: angry, don’t you think?

Wildrider: KITTY!

Dragstrip: KITTY CAT, KITTY CAT! :D

MM: *optic roll*

[…]

Maybe control him a little better. Or is that actually Ravage?

[It is.]

Oh, Rav! He get a little worked up?

Probably.

Can I pet Ravage?

[If he’s alright with it, then yes.]

*purr*

Ravage is a big cat.

[He’s based on our version of what humans would call a ‘mainecoon’.]

Hehe, beeg kitty. With beeg beans.

Mroww.

Rodimus: oh. Ravage. He seems a little worked up.

Drift: that jaw of his can fit so much spaghetti.

Rodimus: really letting those impulsive thoughts win today, huh?

Drift: yep.

. . .

Rodimus: …can pet? give scritches?

Drift:

Drift: damn Roddy you really did look at him and decide he was friend shaped.

Rodimus: Ravage doesn’t scare me. Fort Max doesn’t scare me, and you think a cat can?

Drift: oh the benefits of being raised the way you were.

[aelfheimerandrobots]

The third in the series was dedicated to Rodimus here who looks god damn amazing in his flame and sun inspired corset. I'd really nailed down both how to draw these things, how much detail to add, and how suggestive I wanted these to be by this point. Beyond that I just love drawing this pretty boy.

[official-sonic-team]

rodimus: oh my god i just became the new prime

alice: damn for real?

rodimus: yeah the matrix is in my chest and i think the ghost of optimus even named me “rodimus prime”

alice:

rodimus: what

alice: he named you?

rodimus: yeah its like a ritual to change your name when you become a prime, so im rodimus now

alice:

rodimus: what

alice: im not fucking calling you that