#I cried multiple times to Optimus comforting me

[pax-former]

There are healthy bitches who call their father for support through tough times.

That’s nice.

That’s good.

That’s the kind of relationship you should have.

BUT.

HAVE YOU EVER.

AND I MEAN EVER.

TRIED TO IMAGINE YOUR FATHER FIGURE AND INSERT THEM INTO YOU IMAGINATION COMFORTING YOU?

THAT SHIT MESSES YOU UP.

LITERALLY.

[kandy-sticks-zaza-blogs]

Y/N reaction to Megatron becoming the Autobot

(Not canon to this AU just a random idea I have in mind since the IDW or Earthspark made Megatron part of the Autobot. And Y/N Isn't a Prime yet if Galvatron become the new leader of the Decepticon and Y/N will become Prime)

Warning:Angsty/Forced acceptance

You are reading the reports feeling bored as Hot Rod enter the room with a happy expression.

Rodimus/Hot Rod:Hey Y/N! There's someone I want to meet!

Y/N:Oh hey Roddy who's the new Autobot?

Hot Rod: Promise you won't get mad ok?

Y/N:Ummm...why would I be mad?I hope it wasn't a former Decepticon doesn't matter I would welcome them with open servos.

You said in the monotonous tone as you both walked to the new bot bedroom you look at the bot as you stopped smiling.

It was Megatron the Decepticon Leader.

Megatron:Hello Y/N...

Y/N:Hey....

You clenched your denta forcing to smile as Hot Rod leaves you alone with him you glare at him as you inhale.

You suddenly choked his neck as you cried in rage seeing Megatron THE DECEPTICON LEADER WHO KILLED YOUR FRIENDS switching up your mood.

Y/N:I will murder you aft hole don't you dare FRAGGING touch me AGAIN! I HOPE YOU DIE. I HATE YOU I HATE YOU THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT THAT YOU PUT ME INTO MY MISERY!! When you change you change for the better,When I change I CHANGE FOR THE WORST!!

Megatron expression is regretful and sadness as you punch him multiple times you became weak from the numbness of your frame as you begin to have a breakdown.

Megatron tried to comfort you with her servos but backed away not touching you since he remembered the time he held your neck near to the volcano death threatening you Infront of Optimus Prime.

Y/N: I'll never forgive you what you did to US.

You pushed him as you looked at him in anger as you stormed out of his room walking past the confused Hot Rod as he looked at Megatron.

Hot Rod:What did you do?

Megatron:...It was nothing.

Since the day Megatron became the Autobot you never face him or talk to him since you refused to forgive him.

[my-writings-and-musings]

Hello! I just saw both of your Earthspark Bumblebee and Megatron Fics with the little Robo-Babies, and they were so adorable and wholesome💖 So I was wondering if you could maybe write something like that for Earthspark Optimus?

Thank you, I have such an absolute blast writing them! I hope you enjoy the ultimate robot dad being an official dad.

Though you were not more than a fraction of his size, Optimus had long since acclimated himself to observing all of your movements, his powerful senses attuned to your gestures and expressions so he could be ready the instant you needed him. It had seemed like overkill on multiple occasions, but as your due date had approached, you'd admittedly been grateful to have a three story warrior always on the lookout. Thankfully he hadn't needed to jump to your rescue with anything more than a rare snack brand when the cravings hit, but the peace of mind had been priceless. You couldn't imagine the benefits would be any less appreciated now that your bitlet had arrived.

Your theory was proven true as soon as your first sleep was interrupted by the newborn crying out to wake you, your eyes snapping open in an exhausted daze before you got a sense of your surroundings. The medical bay was dark, but you needed little light when Optimus awoke beside you and turned his gaze in your direction, his optics fully illuminating you, the mattress you'd been sleeping on, and the bassinet between you both. As he rolled onto his side with considerable care not to disturb either of his much smaller bunk mates, you scootched over to the wailing bitlet and pulled them into your arms, shushing the tiny femme as she instinctively curled into you.

"Is something wrong, love?" he asked with concern, hovering at a distance for your safety. Settling back on your mattress and its ample pillows, you bounced the little one to soothe her as you had been taught, quieting the worst of her cries but failing to return her to the sleep you so desperately needed. Tiny digits clung tightly to your shirt as the newborn whimpered and fussed, her tiny lip quivering as she nuzzled against you and allowed you to figure out what was upsetting her.

"N-no, she already ate, I think she's just fussy. It is a little chilly in here..." you sighed before yawning, noting the cold without caring too much about it. As exhausted as you were, you could have easily fallen asleep on the chilly stone floor then and there, but the poor sparkling was obviously desperate for warmth judging by how she shivered against you. Protective instincts allowed you to push through the exhaustion and cradle her close.

"Are you cold as well?" Optimus asked with further concern, still on his side atop the padded berth but now fully awake. There was little he hadn't fretted over since discovering your condition, and while that had become thoroughly overwhelming at times, at the moment you very much appreciated the concern.

"A bit, but I'm too tired to care." you replied after a moment of thought, trying to get the warmth in your body to transfer to the little being shivering against you. Soft affection made your heart flutter as her optics cracked open to look up at you, the innocence in her tiny gaze making you want to move heaven and earth even if you didn't have the strength to move yourself. Content just to let her absorb your body heat until she was comfortable, you yawned and allowed her to take hold of one of your offered fingers, finding it calmed her down enough for your sleepy brain to think about other things. "Once we move into the nursery, I'll make sure she's got a space heater. But for now, she can cuddle me."

Optimus, always looking out for you, seemed unsatisfied with the idea despite nodding in approval. 

"Perhaps I can assist, in the interim." he offered gently after a moment of thoughtful silence. Too tired to question much of anything, you were unprepared when he scooped up the mattress you and the bitlet were seated on, his digits cupping it gently enough you were barely disturbed. Rolling onto his back and laying the mattress over his chassis, he ensured you were steady before meeting your gaze with a somewhat bashful smile. "How is this? Are you comfortable?"

Before you could process the shift, your bitlet cooed as the warm air of his ventilations washed over you both, the cozy heat of his spark rising up through the bedding to fend off the chill that had so offended your bitlet. Trilling happily, she nuzzled her helm and nubby finials into the crook of your neck as she got right back to sleeping. Though little more than a speck next to her massive and legendary sire, the sparkling had found nothing but comfort in his presence from the moment she'd come into existence, and you were delighted to see that continue.

"Much better." you confirmed as the bitlet yawned, stubby servo disappearing in her mouth so she could suckle on it through some much needed sleep. Laying down on your side, you tucked in the sparkling and went limp on the mattress, dimly aware of a sizable servo tucking you in before exhaustion brought you back to much needed rest. 

Without a word, Optimus smiled and settled back on the berth, his spark humming beneath you as it all but overflowed with love.

[melishade]

So, Shocky sent a message to Megs through a neutral ship. Whats the message then ? Try persuading Megs to betray OP ? Or else

Previous Episode of the Dark Timeline

Oh, if only it were that easy. (TW Blood, TW Gore. TW Body Horror)

See, since Shockwave's ship was destroyed, he doesn't know if Optimus or Gabi are alive or not. He knows their bodies weren't in the crash, but the Predacon can't track how far they've gotten on foot. He doesn't know about the rescue. So Shockwave will no doubt be falling a little bit behind in some of his experiments.

But not to worry. He contacted Megatron and asked to meet with him personally. Before Megatron could even say no, Shockwave opened groundbridge right outside of the neutral ship, giving a clear indicator that Megatron does not have a say in this. Unless, Megatron wants Shockwave to unleash a ground attack. Wheeljack quickly tunes into Megatron's comm. link so they can hear what's going on, and well...it's not pretty:

Megatron stepped out of the groundbridge, only to find himself in an underground cavern of some kind. He could hear moaning, scraping, growling, but couldn't see anything yet. Megatron willed himself to walk forward, his servo itching towards the hilt at his side. As he followed the path that he could see, he recognized that the walls were dug out, uneven, and carved from rock.

The former warlord remembered Gabi's description of the mountain with the flat top, and realized that he must be inside the mountain. Megatron jolted a little when he felt a familiar pulse deep within his chest. It was dark energon. He knew this well. Megatron felt his body instinctually grow tense as the pulse was immediately followed by growling, and loud shrilled cries. Megatron let the dark energon in his spark guide him down the carved out halls towards the source. On his way there, he saw multiple cages, jammed to the brim with pure titans infected with energon. They continued to growl and snap their jaws as he passed them by, but the former warlord ignored them as he continued to walk forward. Megatron only took a moment of pause when he recognized Willy's face in one of the cages. His face had contorted into one of agony, and Megatron could feel his spark waiver at seeing the Tybur this way. But Megatron had no choice but to shove those feelings down and proceed forward.

Megatron heard the cries grow louder and continues to push forward. He found the source and light, coming from a room on his right. He entered, and froze at the sight of of a pure titan, writhing in agony. The veins were purple, a clear sign of dark energon within the body. It crawled and yelled, digging its fingers in the ground. Megatron took notice of Shockwave watching the monstrosity struggle in agony, taking note of the effects of the dark energon serum quietly.

Megatron quickly regained his composure and took a step forward. "You've certainly made yourself comfortable."

Shockwave paused and turned his optic towards him. He raised his canon arm and blasted the pure titan in the nape of the neck, causing it to evaporate in front of the both of them. "I suppose I have. One of the benefits of experimenting on the power of the titans is that they don't tend to leave a mess. It saves me time when setting up my next theory."

Megatron felt the pulse weaken in his chest, but it did not go away. Shockwave walked over to his monitor and opened up his files and data points. "This world is truly fascinating, and more valuable than what Earth had to offer. Their crowning achievements were nuclear weapons and a primitive data networks that could have easily been replicated by the most basic methods of Cybertronian science. These humans have somehow managed to unlock the ability of regeneration and arguably immortality. The method is quite unsanitary it its own right, but this power had dominated this world for over 2,000 years."

Shockwave finally faced Megatron. "This world is far more valuable than what Earth could dream of. We should have tried to conquer this world instead of Earth. It would have been the more logical choice."

"Shockwave, I am not interested in hearing about your ramblings." Megatron nearly snapped.

Shockwave merely raised his servo from the console. "A few kilocycles ago, you would have been grateful that I was tampering with creation. But I suppose your new standing with Optimus Prime had lead you to consider otherwise. I find it illogical that you would trust him again after all this time."

Megatron didn't know what to make of that last sentence. He wasn't sure of how mush Shockwave knew, and whether or not he was aware that Optimus and Gabi had survived their escape attempt.

"Even so, my innate desire for social interaction is the only reason why I wished to discuss with you my findings," Shockwave continued, "You were once invested in my work, and Terran does not possess the proper abilities to communicate."

"Terran?" Megatron raised an eyebrow at that. Megatron heard a loud screech behind him and pulled out his sword. He pivoted and got into a fighting stance, seeing the Predacon leering over him and charging up a fireball in seething fury.

"Terran, stand down," Shockwave ordered calmly, "Megatron is a guest for the time being. There is no need to fight."

Megatron felt his digits twitch around his sword while the Predacon continue growling.

"Terran," Shockwave spoke more firmly.

This time, the Predacon obeyed, letting the fire return to his chest. The beast still glared at Megatron, crawling towards Shockwave and immediately standing behind him. Megatron could only watch in disbelief as Shockwave scratched the Predacon on the head in order to ease it.

"You named your little pet," Megatron sneered.

"A Cybertronian made from organic materials on an organic world," Shockwave explained his reasoning, "It deserves a name of its own, especially since it cannot do so itself. The titan serum has given my creation the ability of regeneration, but it cannot transform into a bipedal mode. A disadvantage of this serum. However, Terran still display the same intelligence as Predaking. So do not mistake it for a mindless beast like Starscream did."

Megatron slowly stood up once he saw that the Predacon, Terran, had calmed down. However, he still refused to let go of the sword in his servo.

"It would be illogical for me to fight you," Shockwave reasoned, "You were always the more skilled fighter."

"I don't trust your beast," Megatron stated.

Terran growled at that, but Shockwave raised a servo in warning.

"I do not possess the same fighting capabilities as you, and my Predacon is in a cramped environment to properly subdue you," Shockwave explained, "You have the current advantage."

"Perhaps, but I know better than to take your word on that," Megatron declared.

Shockwave said nothing to that. He grabbed a metal stool and sat it next to a table before sitting on the furniture. "The Megatron I knew would not have acted this paranoid."

"Being possessed by the god of destruction changes one's attitude," Megatron snapped, "Now what did you call this meeting for?"

Shockwave said nothing, but Megatron could tell that the scientist was not pleased. Shockwave grabbed a datapad of the table and pressed something, turning on an overhead light. "A trade."

Megatron turned his attention to the light, appalled and repulsed at the sight. Porco Galliard was lying unconscious in his glass prison in a dark pool of blood. Some of his hair had fallen out. His veins were a dark purple, that same dark matter dripped from his mouth. He was merely teetering on the brink of life and death.

"I have done all I can with this one," Shockwave explained, "And after an incident with my ship, I had lost a spare Warrior Cadet to transfer the powers over to a healthy host."

"Why not transfer the power over to the pure titans you have at your disposal?" Megatron demanded.

"This is still war," Shockwave answered with ease, "I need a tactical advantage if I want to continue my experimentations without any interruptions."

"Fine, Shockwave. Suppose I entertain your little idea." Megatron crossed his arms, "What could you want from us to trade?"

Shockwave turned to Megatron and tilted his helm. "Zeke Jaeger."

Megatron was shocked at the answer, and he could hear yelling on the other end of his comm., but he chose to ignore it. "The Beast Titan? Do you really think I would just hand him over to you, knowing what you would do with that kind of power?"

"Zeke Jaeger is the most logical for this trade," Shockwave reasoned, "Asking for Eren Jaeger or Historia Reiss would have resulted in more active resistance. And based on Eren Jaeger mannerisms, he is far too irrational to deal with. I do not want that impeding my progress."

"So I hand over someone of royal blood to you." Megatron nearly laughed as soon as the words left his mouth.

“I suppose since we used to be affiliated with one another, it would be logical to try and come to an agreement without violence,” Shockwave reasoned, “I do not wish to waste resources on a ground attack after all.”

Megatron's grip on his sword tightened.

"Besides, I do not need Zeke Jaeger to control the pure titans at my disposal." Shockwave picked up the datapad from the table, "I have pre-recorded all screams he had made during Marleyan experiments and battles, and I could command the pure titans at my disposal with ease."

As proof of such a power, Shockwave pressed an audio recording of the scream, and the pure titans began to howl violently. There screams echoing through the mountain; it almost made Megatron drop his sword.

“I do not need Zeke Jaeger to command my army,” Shockwave declared, “I only wish to test the limits of a Titan shifter with royal blood. I would have liked to test the powers of the Founding Titan itself, but based on how long its been since I’ve been on this world, and you have been aware of my existence, you and the island do not want to test that power yourself. A waste of resources in my opinion.”

“Yet you approach me to ask for such a request that I could very easily say no to,” Megatron said.

“A fair retort," Shockwave admitted, "It would be unwise to hand over the piece of unlocking the full potential of the Founding Titan's Power. But based on the fact that Colossal Titans have not trampled this world, you have either neglected to use that power, or...are afraid to over what might happen."

“Even so, I know better than to just hand him over to you,” Megatron declared, “Especially willingly. You’ll see it as an excuse to try and gather more of the titan shifters.”

“So you would trust a human who betrayed his creators to survive?” Shockwave challenged.

Megatron didn’t reply to that, allowing Shockwave to continue. “Zeke Jaeger is anything but trustworthy. He is deceitful and conniving. Even though he betrayed his own creation for Marley, he was willing to align himself with Paradis to get closer to the Founding Titan. And just as you have said from what I’ve observed through Optimus’ memories, he neglected to tell you about my very existence. I had also discovered that he had been tampering with resources taken to Paradis, most likely with his spinal fluid. He had full intentions of taking control of the island. The longer he remains on that island, the more likely he is a danger to…everyone.”

Megatron grimaced and Shockwave extended his servo to Megatron. “I would be more than capable of controlling Zeke Jaeger, and prevent him from using his power on anyone else.”

Megatron wanted to retort. He wanted to say he would just use Zeke to get more power, but Shockwave already proved that he didn’t need Zeke Jaeger physically to control the titans. “And what happens if I refuse to hand him over to you?”

Shockwave’s servo curled into a fist. “Then I will take him by force. No matter who stands in my way.”

Megatron nearly sneered, but paused when he felt the dark energon pulse in his spark. He glanced over at Porco, who was now visibly conscious. His eyes were practically covered in purple, purple tears pooled from his eyes. He weakly pressed his hand against the glass, staining it with his blood. Megatron almost purged his insides when Porco’s mouth began to move.

“…h-…help….please….please…”

“Shockwave,” Megatron growled in warning.

"Accept my proposal. Hand Zeke Jaeger over to me, and I will leave the island alone for the time being," Shockwave declared as he grabbed his datapad, "Refuse, and I will tear the island apart until Zeke Jaeger is in my possession."

Shockwave pressed something on the datapad, and the groundbridge opened directly behind Megatron. "You have a week to come to a decision."

Megatron grimaced in anger, doing everything in his power to hide his fear. The Predacon noticed Megatron's anger and growled at him and crawled forward in front of the former warlord. Megatron was forced to take steps back through the groundbridge, the Predacon blocking his way. Megatron felt the dark energon scream at him as Porco weakly banged on the glass, his face full of terror.

"Don't...don't leave...," Porco wept, "Please."

The sound of the groundbridge overtook his audio receptors as he was almost through.

"Don't!" Porco's cries grew louder.

Megatron grit his denta as the Predacon's glowed from the fire crawling up its neck.

"DON'T LEAVE ME!" Megatron's optics snapped open at that, knowing for a fact that Porco did not say those words out loud. Megatron stumbled back through the groundbridge and landed on the grass. Megatron could only stare in horror as the groundbridge closed in front of him. He could feel everyone swarming him, asking him questions, demanding what the hell he saw. But Megatron no longer felt the dark energon in his spark pulse. It was practically cut off in an instant. Primus. PRIMUS!

"Megatron!" Megatron snapped out of his shocked state to see Optimus grabbing him by his shoulders and forcing him to look him dead in the optics, "What else did you see?"

"We have...a problem," Megatron finally spoke.

(You know, I take a look at this timeline and think 'How much more fucked up can I make this?' And then I reply to myself: 'Yes'.)

[lieutenantratte]

Alright, I finished it, and hoo boy do I have feelings. This will contain SPOILERS for multiple Transformers series, so bear that in mind for reading forward.

As I said, I have feelings. Most of them revolve around Ratchet, because of course they do, so I’ll get those out of the way first.

I love this Ratchet. Even with the stupid ugly black chevron that’s bigger than his face. Even if he’s not a cranky old fart. The change to the red chevron was the best aesthetic choice that was ever made for Ratchet. Keeping the black is just... eh. Making him old and cranky was another great change, aesthetically (IMO, but I’m the fucker with the old man fetish) and just for general inclusivity. Old people do exist. I know in the past we’ve had old characters like Kup, who I also love, but he was more of a characature of an old veteran with no frags left to give. Ratchet was/is multifaceted, still has room to grow and change despite his advanced age. That said, I still love this Ratchet, and started crying when Impactor died. Looks like the only Ratchet who will ever get a happy ending is LL Ratchet. So far, anyway. I do really, really like the moral struggle he had here. Was probably the best thing in the entire chapter. But, I’m biased because I am the biggest Ratchet fanboy. I would marry that mech.

Moving on from my personal obsession, I did like how Optimus was emotional and desperate. Very different from what I’m used to; the stoic, distant leader. Yes, he is sometimes seen struggling with decisions and feeling emotions in other series, but it’s never been enough for me to really get into and form a bond with the character. It might be this time.

Can we talk about Megatron being black coded for a moment here? I’m not sure I’m comfortable with the main villain being given stereotypically “black” features, and being almost the only or the only one as such (in this series, others have Black coded characters. Jazz, in some continuities, Wheeljack in Prime, and we won’t talk about the Bayverse disaster...) Like, I love Megatron. He’s a character you love to hate, and in IDW, after his redemption arc, a character you really feel for. Hell, you can even feel for him a little bit before that because he just wanted to be free of a predetermined fate, but power (and other things) corrupted him. But I’m still just a little uncomfortable with him being the only obviously black coded character thus far.

In relation to the last topic - GOOD LORD THE LIPS ON THOSE BOTS. The faces were... not good. The women were unnecessarily soft, all of the important male characters who had visible faces had big ol’ DSL. The hips... that I can live with, but good lord the faces were atrocious.

The story was the same old shit we’re used to. I laughed, I cried, but I’m an emotional sort, so of course I did. It wasn’t particularly impressive, but it wasn’t bad, either.

I enjoyed seeing Elita One doing her thing. Despite her good ideas being ignored constantly, she filled a necessary role. I didn’t like seeing Moonracer, who I was super excited for, die after MAYBE two minutes at most of screen time. I didn’t like how Arcee was unnecessarily feminine, like... struggling with holding her arms up to shoot her gun. Really? After she held a whole assed man on her back with no issue? I guess Prime Arcee spoiled me.

All in all, it wasn’t bad. Not a fan of the G1 styling, but ya know. Solid 3/5, will keep watching. Will probably make a version of my OC to be with this Ratchet too because I’m a slut for Ratchet.

[emsiesecretstuff]

Hello! How about “knife to the throat” prompt for SG!Optimus? If you feel like writing it?

Anon! You’re a genius!

Knife to the Throat - SG Optimus PrimeThis a continuation of the Gilded Cage prompt (warning for character death)

Gonna put this under the cut cos it ended up pretty long.

-

Prime carried Starscream back into their room. The bonding ceremony was over now. The seeker in his arms was crying, with Optimus soaking up every bit of sorrow and defeat the seeker was now feeling. It was delicious.

Finally, after this seekers multiple attempts to escape from him he had him as his bondmate. Best of all Megatron would now never be able to claim the seeker, knowing he’d taken that away from his nemesis made it all the more delicious.

He was still buzzing with the charge of highgrade from the banquet to commiserate their bonding. But the seeker was entirely helpless, deprived of weapons and the ability to fly, even in his current state he had nothing to fear from the seeker.

Prime entered the luxurious new room he had created for the seeker. With a huge bed large enough for the both of them. It was where he intended to spend the rest of the night.

He chucked the seeker down onto the plush sheets and soft pillows. Starscream curled up and keened as he lay on the bed. Prime continued drinking up the sorrow that radiated through their bond.

“Hush now, little bird,” Prime said, climbing onto the bed, stroking the pretty seekers painted face “we have the whole night ahead of us.”

Starscream shuddered at Primes’ touch. When he tried to move away Prime grabbed his wrists and pulled him close.

“Please don’t hurt me!” Starscream cried.

“Oh no, I’d never do that. So long as you behave.”

Starscream stiffened in his grip.

“What do you want me to do, master?”

“I want you to please me.” Prime smiled. Starscream sobbed.

“Yes Prime, whatever you say.”

Prime reclined on the bed and got himself comfortable, as the seeker sat on his lap. The seekers servos starting to trace the seams of his plating. Trying to produce the right ministrations to please Prime.

Starscream started to place tender kisses on his body, first on his stomach plates, then moving up his body, fervently kissing his chest plates. The seeker giving little shaky sobs with each kiss. Prime gave a satisfied growl as Starscream continued.

The seeker began to kiss his neck plates, and Optimus shuttered his optics in contentment. This was everything he’d wished for.

Then he felt something sharp against his neck. For a moment he thought the seeker had tried playfully biting one of his neck cables but when he switched his optics on his saw Starscream glaring at him, one servo wrapped around Primes throat while the other one held a knife lodged amongst the cables in his neck.

“What?” Prime tried to struggle. “How did you…”

“I wouldn’t move if I were you.” Starscream hissed, pushing the blade further into his neck cabling.

In a second all the sorrow and helplessness from Starscreams field vanished. Disappearing with the grace of a magician revealing a trick.

Replaced by brimming anger and determination, and Optimus realised all the emotions he had been feeling before had been mere illusions. Projected to lull him into a false sense of security.

“Where did you get that knife?”

“Oh? Did you miss Soundwaves little spies make a visit?” The seeker purred. “I don’t blame you. It was a very fleeting visit, and you were quite overcharged at the time.”

Optimus glaring at the seeker. He was holding the knife just over his major energon line, a single slip would leave him bleeding out.

“If you think you’ll succeed…” He was already sending a comm to his guards. “I treated you well. You won’t get the same luxury this time.”

“I’m sure you’re already calling for help but I assure you your bodyguards will be quite busy in just a moment.”

“What?”

“Being bonded to you is unpleasant, but you’re not the first piece of scum I’ve been bonded to. I know how to worm my way into a bond to get what I need; information, important codes. Skyfire taught me how you can do that. It won’t be long now.”

“What do you mean?” Where were his guards? They should have been here by now!

“Ssh, do you hear that?” Starscream whispered. Prime listened out, from somewhere in the palace, there was an explosion. Only a few seconds later he heard gunfire.

“Perfect. Looks like the rescue team is on its way.” Starscream smiled. “Thank you for all your help Optimus Prime.”

Then Starscream plunged the knife into his throat. Prime’s vents stuttered as he realised what had happened. His servos clambered to his neck as Starscream pulled the knife out and energon began to pour onto neck and chest. His speech gargled as energon spilt out his mouth, splattering onto the inside of his mask.

“Grhk! I-I’ll k…” Prime lunged forward to grab Starscreams neck and rip the seekers head off. But the seeker easily stepped out of his grasp and Prime toppled to the floor. Dragging several of the luxurious sheets with him that were now stained with energon.

As the energon continued to drain he felt his spark to fade. Starscream winced and clutched his spark.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve had a bond break either, but I can survive it. Good bye, Prime.”

Starscream calmly walked out the door out to the battle beyond, not even looking back as Optimus writhed on the floor and spark finally sputtered out.

[the-energon-hole]

Hey um I know this may sound a little weird but if you didn't mind um I struggle with Suicidal thoughts and Self Harm would you be willing to write Comfort for it with Team Prime? or is it over the line??

((A/N I don’t mind writing things like this- I just want to let you know if you are starring down that hole and you fell like you could walk over that edge, please don’t do t. Get help- I’ve been there so many times, I’ve been a long time sufferer of depression and anxiety that I know what to look for in yourself when things just become to much for me to handle. You are strong, and I believe in you being able to get through the hard times.

These are all derived from real feelings and are all the wrong ways I’ve tried to cope with these feelings. Once I opened up to people they were almost always willing to help me through the times in which my ind is foggy and I can’t see past my own senses. Support is so important, get help if you need it, no one should think less of you for it.))

Optimus Prime

You were a sobbing mess as you stood there practically bare and raw in front of the illustrious leader of the Autobot cause, and arguably, the most important being in the entirety of the universe. He explained how he bore witness to your self destructive behavior over the last few months, and he was growing with an increasing concern about your well being and emotional situation. You broke down right then and there in front of the Prime, sobbing so hard you began to hiccup and practically choke on your own breath- you were not used to someone as important as Optimus giving you attention, let alone confront you about such sensitive and private things.

You were not ungrateful, just genuinely surprised that someone would even take notice.

“Take all the time you need, young one.”

His baritone voice was soothing as you rode out your small breakdown in front of him, as he not once removed his attention from you even though you were certain his time was better spent elsewhere. You sniffed a few times and wiped your now sticky and puffy face on the sleeve of your jacket.

Explaining things to him was hard, just because you have never had someone to confess your pain to so wholly. At first you were in doubt he would understand- he was an all powerful being, why would he care about the suffering of one measly little squishy like you? You were shocked when he took his hand and gently stroked at your dry and sticky cheek with his digit as he explained a similar situation he faced back home on Cybertron- emotional support was important no matter what species you were, and he promised from now on that if you needed a face to vent to that he was more than willing to help yu work out your problems with you. He even said if you couldn’t work out a solution to your problems right way, it’s always nice to just share and talk about what you are going through.

Your heart melted as he opened himself up to you, no one has ever offered it before, and it made you so grateful that someone in this universe actually cared about you. You hugged his hand tightly as you cried a little bit more as you felt yourself unwinding just a little from the knot you had bunched yourself into on the inside of your mind.

Ratchet

As someone in the medical professional field, especially in his line of work and expertise, mental health if probably one of the most important subjects right up there next to making sure one has a safe place to sleep and a good source of energon. He took notice of you sitting alone in the dark in the base all by yourself and decided to investigate to make sure everything was alright- he didn’t want to pry, but he was noticing dangerous signs in you that he has seen all to often in his fellow bots.

You were displaying self destructive behaviors in a way that gave little or no regard to your own life, and it scarred him a little. He even researched human psychology on the internet to see if your behavior was normal or not.It wasn’t.

He confronted you, and all you could do was stare at the floor and whine a little at what felt like an out of nowhere attack on your character. You aggressively explained how things in your life aren’t going so hot right now, and that nothing you do seems to be working and it was just making your whole situation worse. You were surprised when after you basically yelled and screamed at Ratchet, the infamously hot tempered doctor, he just placed a hand on his chin and looked deep in thought.

He wasn’t going to yell back? THrow something at you? Make you want to jump off of a bridge?

“What you are displaying are classic signs of human depression- from my research it is beneficial for me to tell you that you are very valid in what you are experiencing and feeling.”

He told you Cybertronians have a similar illness, and the best way to cure it is with therapy and drugs, but since you didn’t have access to the drugs you needed to fix the chemical imbalance in your brain- well, Ratchet took it upon himself to go out of his way to do little extra things to make you happy, and to also act as your faux counselor until you can find a real qualified one.

You cried when he said that, you never knew this old rusted bucket of bolts could be so kind, maybe you should bare your soul to people more often- most will understand, ad the ones who don’t are not worth your time.

Bumblebee

You sighed as you sat in the middle of the desert, just staring at nothing as you were dissociating, but that was better than the other option as those involved letting your anxiety take over you thoughts with intrusive ideas to hurt yourself so badly you can’t recover from your injuries. It made you sick to think that your brain would show you such things, whisper such things, and insist it was the best thing for you to do.

You didn’t notice Bumblebee sitting next to you, and you didn’t notice the sun begin to dip over the horizon.

He beeped at you with concern.

You did hear that though, and you checked your phone to notice you did in fact lose many hours just sitting here in the dusty dirt staring at the same barrel cactus and you couldn’t help but let a few tears fall from your eyes as you sniffed to try to keep your composure together, Bee doesn’t need to see you like this- no one needs to see you like this. This is your problem and no one else’s problem… Right?

He beeped at you sadly and placed a comforting hand behind your back for you to lean into, and honestly, you were happy he did so because it finally hit you how tired you really were.

“Hey Bee, do you ever get like, you know- thoughts of hurting yourself so frequently that you are afraid you might actually do it?”

He beeped at you with concern as he nodded his head yes- he also did his best to give simple beeps in mores code for you to translate explaining that growing up seeing as much war as he has, it was something he thought about often- his method of dealing with it was talking about it with the other Autobots, and allowing them to distract from those terribly intrusive thoughts until before you know it they are just gone and you never have to worry about them coming back.

It was sound advice, and you sniffed one last time as you smiled when he offered you a ride back to civilization- you two can talk about it more once you get cleaned up from all the dirt and dust that has accumulated over you from sittin gut here alone for s long.

Arcee

Your obsessive pacing and muttering was starting to get on her ast nerve as she was trying to focus on the work she had to do in front of her- and since you and her were the only ones in the base she figured she should let you know your behavior was grating on her last nerve. SHe called your name multiple times in multiple tones, but you were unresponsive as you chewed on your thumb and continued to mutter things she couldn’t quite make out.She knew something was really wrong then.

She tapped you on your shoulder and you let out an unholy scream that rattled her to the very core of her being, and once you were done screaming and panting you began to look around as if you were confused as to where you were and what was going on. You asked her what day it was, how long have you been here, were you even still alive or was this the after life in which you had to experience. Ok, now she gets it, that one question made it all very clear to her.

“You aren’t feeling well, are you?” She asked as you looked up to her with tears in the corners of your eyes.

Oh, everything was horrible, you couldn’t sleep at night because the urge to just thrust yourself upon a knife was just so strong you were afraid you were actually going to do it .You tried so many things to take your mind from your pain, but nothing worked- no video game, movie, or task can make you forget what is troubling you. She stopped you right there as you began to pace and mutter once more, and she was genuinely afraid you might lose control of yourself.

SHe transformed and basically forced you onto her seat- and without any words once you placed the helmet upon your head she took you out for one of the longest drives you have ever been on. It was so soothing to just watch the small town disappear in the horizon as you made your way basically to the next state over just seeing how beautiful the world was- this was the distraction you needed form all the noise.

Once you returned you cried a little as she stood in front of you, quite tired herself as long drives always made her sleepy. She insisted that if you need to talk to come to her right away, and that she was mostly down to drive you in any direction at any time if you ever needed it. Long drives have always helped clear her head, and she was pleased to find out that it can help you clear the fog of anxiety in your mind as well.

Bulkhead

You must have been wailing louder than you thought you were, as you dew the attention of the nearest by Autobot, which happened to be one of the biggest gentle giants you have ever come across. He didn’t ask you what was wrong and he just acted on instinct as he lifted you off the ground and pulled you up to his chest to let you finish crying about whatever was upsetting you. He noticed recently that you were a little more sensitive than usual, always ready to fight with the other kids in the group- it was concerning for him as he didn’t want all fo you to lose your friendship over something that can be fixed.Once you were coherent enough to speak, you told Bulkhead all of the things that plagued your mind. He listened and nodded, giving small responses as he let you vent and speak in hopes that maybe it would help you feel better.

It did. A little.

“I know the feeling, I get like that to sometimes- things seem hopeless and sometimes it feels easier to just think maybe if you weren’t here things could somehow magically get better- but they won’t.”

He explained how being thrusted into a war no one even wanted to fight, it always left a sour taste on his glossa to slay and kill other Cybertronians he would have once happily shared a glass of high grade with. Life’s hard- and he was no psychologist or whatever, but he knows how overwhelming things can get when all of those little things stack up and you can feel yourself become so agitated you are screaming at inanimate objects that can’t respond to your bad behavior.

He suggested talking to Ratchet about it, because he was a good doctor and could help for more things than just those of physical ailments, he also offered to be here if you needed someone to scream at-he can take it. He pounded his chest with his fist in a way that made you laugh while he explained his skin was so thick that nothing you can say will penetrate his armor! It was sweet of him to offer to let you scream at him anytime you are feeling frustratingly destructive, but maybe just having nice quiet talks in enough to make you feel better.

What a big and bulky sweetheart he turned out to be.

(04/28/18)