#Jetfire RiD

[theangrycomet-art]

The Spooky Sidequest NO ONE wanted to sign up for

Drift's Jettrine having to deal with Airachnid because they clearly don't have enough trauma with shady criminals with creepy bug altmodes that spit webbing at you and want you as part of their collection.

At least with Shadow Raker they were sure he wouldn't kill them and waste all the time, energy, and resources he put into training them.

Dealing with a serial killer who has a thing for smaller prey bots is a very different story.

Jetfire is the definition of the "this is fine" meme

COMMISSIONS OPEN

[xenonmalachite]

a sketch dump of oc nonsense. for context for the animated one: JD's family takes the Jettwins in as her brothers after sentinel is found to be not suitable for them. so her family takes them in and gives them a life. JD's just happy to have some siblings close to her age for once. they're like that cat and pitbulls meme. hey, it's free brothers.

also @merryspark beeformers JD and JD working with Crosshairs as her mentor. tried the rainbow magic style with Diamond claw. anyone remember those books? i do. i thought she'd be cute as a rainbow magic fairy.

also lil starscream and eureka there. and a truss because why not.

so yeah. memes and harmless fun

close ups down below

[weenwrites]

Headcanons w armada blurr an armada jetfire an rid prowl so it's like there in a parental relationship w a human kid (basically like 1 of the kids in armada) an the human kids playing around in another room or sumthin (the bot just hears laughter or whatever) an like all of a sudden there's this loud as hell scream an the bot just comes running an they see the kid onda ground w a broken arm just crying like what do they do (ThIS IS SO LONG IM SO SRY ITS MY FIRST TIME MAKING REQUESTS

[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]

Blurr

His first instinct upon seeing an ally harmed is to bring them to the nearest doctor of course. Despite how quickly he picks you up, he's surprisingly gentle and doesn't throttle you around as he takes you to Red Alert who then tells him to take you to a hospital. He spends a hot second running every red light in the city to bring you to the hospital. Once your arm's put in a cast and you come back to base, he'll be more cautious about what you're doing and where you're going. Of course he'll ask you what happened and he'll scold you for being reckless.

Jetfire

He's still figuring out how fragile humans are, and what will seriously injure someone and what won't, so he initially thinks it's nothing big and encourages you to "walk it off" because he thinks you're a pretty tough kid. But the moment he takes a closer look, he realizes that oh, human arms are NOT supposed to look or bend or swell like that... Once again, you're brought to see Red Alert, but when he's told to take you to the hospital, he has to pass you off to someone like Hotshot or Hoist because a giant space shuttle in the middle of a city is not exactly being discreet. Once you're all patched up, he'll warn you to be more careful when you're playing next time. From then on, he's quicker to act the moment he hears anything that sounds like crying.

Prowl

His brain automatically kicks into autopilot, and he follows protocol. He first assesses the injury, and after determining that it's something that requires a medical specialist, he's quick to drive you to the hospital. Once you're passed off to a doctor, he goes back to inspect where you were playing to figure out how you broke your arm, and he establishes any safety measures accordingly. And once you're feeling better, he'll ask you how it happened, and if he needs to he'll scold you.

[katetcake]

Oh God why does he sound like that lmaooo

[hellyeahpancakes]

[anony-man]

Taking chubformers requests!

Send in a request for your preferred character and I'll write up a little drabble for them! Just a few things to keep in mind before asking:

1) Any characters welcome!

2) Feel free to ask for the same character, even if it's already been written!

3) If you have a specific prompt in mind (bedbound character, stuckage, etc), feel free to add it!

See below for finished drabbles and characters who have already been requested!

Characters previously written:

1. Sunstreaker (G1)

2. Megatron (TFP)

3. Swindle (TFA)

4. Starscream (G1)

5. Thundercracker (IDW)

6. Sky/Jetfire (G1)

7. First Aid (IDW)

8. Ironhide (G1)

9. Sideswipe (G1)

10. Bumblebee (TFA)

11. Prowl (IDW)

12. Shockwave (G1)

13. Galvatron (G1)

14. Bombshell (G1 - sfw)

15. Devastator (G1)

16. Rodimus (IDW)

17. Helex (IDW)

18. Sunstreaker (G1)

19. Megatron (G1)

20. Bravern

21. Bulkhead (TFA)

22. Optimus (G1)

23. Megatron (TFA)

24. Scrapper (G1)

25. Seaspray (G1)

26. Swindle (ES)

27. Long Haul (G1)

28. Megatron (TFP)

29. Soundwave (G1)

30. Dreadwing (TFP)

31. Starscream (TFP)

32. Blitzwing (TFA - fluffy)

33. Sunstorm (G1)

34. Wreck-Gar (TFA)

35. Minimus Ambus (IDW)

36. Ratchet (G1)

37. Rumble (G1)

38. Chase (RBA)

39. Springer (IDW)

40. Vortex (IDW)

41. Cliffjumper (G1 - mobility issues)

42. Bulkhead (TFA - stuckage)

43. Sentinel Prime (TFA)

44. Unicron (G1)

45. Bulkhead (TFP)

46. Galvatron (G1)

47. Ratchet (IDW)

48. Skyquake (TFP)

49. Bumblebee (G1)

50. Starscream & Windblade (IDW)

51. Ratchet (IDW)

52. Dratchrod (IDW)

53. Breakdown & Knock Out (TFP)

54. Knock Out (TFP)

55. Blurr (TFA)

56. Cyclonus (IDW)

57. Pharma (& First Aid - IDW)

58. Starscream (G1)

59. Megaratch (TFP)

60. Overlord (IDW)

61. Primus (G1)

62. Blitzwing (& Bee - TFA)

63. Misfire (IDW)

64. Windblade (& Starscream - IDW)

65. Kiloton (TF)

66. Megatron & Optimus (ES)

67. Rodimus & Velocity (IDW)

68. Dreadwing & Skyquake (TFP)

69. Smokescreen (TFP)

70. Blast Off & Onslaught (IDW)

71. Starscream & Wheeljack (IDW)

72. Tailgate & Cyclonus (IDW)

73. Rung (IDW)

74. Starscream (TFP)

75. Megatron (& Kiloton & Soundwave - G1)

76. Megatron (& Terminus - IDW)

77. Megatron & Soundwave (TFP)

78. Megatron & Soundwave (TFP)

79. Megatron (IDW)

80. Soundwave (TFP)

81. Skyfire & Cosmos (IDW)

82. Megatron (water inflation - TFP)

83. Pharma (& First Aid & Ambulon - IDW)

84. Brainstorm (IDW)

85. Pharma & Tarn (IDW)

86. Swoop (TFA)

87. Pharma (& First Aid & Ambulon - IDW)

88. Pharma (& Ratchet - IDW)

89. Fort Max (& Megatron - IDW)

90. First Aid (IDW)

91. Megatron (& Soundwave; Gladiators - TFP)

92. Megatron (Armada)

93. Overlord & Trepan (IDW)

94. Megatron (liquid inflation - TFP)

95. Sunstreaker (ovi - G1)

96. Swerve & Skids (IDW)

97. Sunder (& Froid - IDW)

98. Lockdown & Swindle (TFA)

99. Perceptor (IDW)

100. Drift (IDW)

101. Optimus (G1)

102. Cliffjumper (& Shockwave - G1)

103. Tailgate (IDW)

104. Brawl (& Onslaught - IDW)

105. Shockwave (stuckage - TFA)

106. Red Alert (IDW)

107. Ultra Magnus (G1)

108. Thunderclash (IDW)

109. Cyclonus & Tailgate (IDW)

110. Megatron & Soundwave (inflation - TFP)

111. Megatron & Soundwave (TFP)

112. Pharma (& First Aid & Ambulon; blueberry inflation - IDW)

113. Beachcomber & Perceptor (G1)

114. Smokescreen (G1)

115. Hound & Mirage (G1)

116. Bumblebee (& Cons - TFA)

117. Sky-Byte (RID)

118. Megatron (& Soundwave - TFP)

119. Brawl & Onslaught (IDW)

120. Red Alert (& Inferno - G1)

121. Pharma (& the DJD - IDW)

122. Starscream (TFA)

123. Megatron & Minimus (IDW)

Characters requested:

1. Orion Pax (TF: One)

2. Hound (& Crosshairs - Bayverse)

3. Trailbreaker (G1)

4. Starscream (blueberry inflation - G1)

5. Megatron (Cyberverse)

6. Prowl (G1)

7. Sentinel (TF: One)

[brandwhorestarscream]

I agree that the jettwins should have been included in other media (besides the mini reference in IDW)

Jetstorm initially only appeared to be the "antagonistic face" of silverbot and the mini-con version of RID didn't appeal to me. Both were mentioned in TF1 so there's a chance he's a con

Jetfire also deserves to appear as his own character, I know that Skyfire's name change was for copyright reasons but, apparently, they no longer have that excuse.

That and starscream deserves his chaotic children

Yeeeaaaah ive said it before and I'll say it again, I HATE that they changed Skyfire's name to Jetfire. Those two will always always always be separate characters in my mind

I want more of the jet twins as they appeared in TFA, adorable, very young twins just trying their best

[problematicbots]

Winged Sentinel Au Snippet 10: Alone

Jetfire, with a metal collar around his neck, runs across the training grounds that have been turned into a gray maze with large walls touching the metal ceiling overhead that blocked any chances of flying away without any deathly crash.

Jetstorm was following right behind him with a similar collar around his neck as they both dodged into separate corners barely avoiding multiple giant lasers coming from the wall behind them.

Ever since Sentinel was suspended as sub-commander, nothing has been the same; Alpha Trion got rid of all the updates Sentinel made to the training grounds in favor of this labyrinth filled with deadly puzzles that the twins have solved and escape from as their final test To prove themselves worthy of official Elite guard status.

Alpha Trion wasn't even there to guide them through the maze; instead, he watched safely from overhead cameras and spoke through a speaker every time they failed.

“Wrong answer, you failed 2 times in a row another failure and room you stood upon shall crash upon itself taking you with it” announced Alpha Trion “You got 30 minutes to solve the next puzzle before the lasers activated once again”

With that, the floor between them begins to rise, creating a wall with a countdown monitor separating the twins.

“Jetfire!” Screamed Jetstorm, trying to reach his brother but was cut off by the wall, nearly cutting his faceplate.

“Jetstorm! “ Screamed Jetfire slamming his servos against the wall with angry tears in his optics

In an attempt to reunite with his brother, Jetfire turned his servo into a blaster and was about to fire at the wall to burn it down when.

ZAP!

The collar around his neck zapped him, causing his blaster to retract and for him to fall to his knees in pain.

“No weapons allowed, plenty: your time has been cut down to 5 minutes. Solve that next puzzle ahead soon, “ announced Alpha Trion over the speaker coldly as the numbers on the monitor changed from 30 minutes down to five minutes.

Jetfire bit on his glossa to hold back from yelping in pain however angry tears still fell down his faceplate this wasn't fair first he lost Sentinel and now he was separate from his brother: he never felt so alone before

“Jetstorm,i-I’ll find you, I promise..I'll find you, “ cried Jetfire over the wall, hoping his brother could hear him.

However, Jetstorm didn't respond, whether it was because he couldn't hear him or..he was offline, Jetfire didn't want to know it would be too much for his spark to handle, so with a heavy sigh, he passed and followed to the next puzzle while the countdown monitor slowly ticked down.

The puzzle that Jetstorm approached was a black panel floor that expanded across most of the area. At the end of the puzzle was a locked door that seemed to be the exit and in front of the puzzle was a simple sign that simply said: Make the floor brown to leave.

Determined to get his brother back, Jetfire begins leaping on top of the different panels on the floor jumping across each one without thinking twice.

When he turned, he landed on the last panel. He turned around expecting the panel he previously jumped upon to turn brown, only to widen his optics in surprise to find that half of the panels had turned yellow while the other half was purple.

So he decided to try again, leaping across each panel only to get a similar result. This time, it was blue and orange.

This frustrated and panicked him since he could tell he was running out of time as the numbers on the monitor softly shifted from five minutes to two minutes each time he was unable to turn this damn floor brown.

“Come on, come turn brown!” shouted Jetfire, beginning to slam against the panels with sevros in frustration. “I just want my brother back! I just wanted Sentinel back I just wanted-”

Jetfire cut himself off with tears as he curled up into a ball watching the panels flash different colors in front of him when he felt like he was about to give up and just..let Alpha Trion win..he realized something half of the panels turned the opposite color of the other half of the panels if he could change the panels to dark green and dark red.. he could make brown.

So, with that plan on his hard drive, he was able to get back on his feet and begin leaping on top of each panel. This time, he paid attention to the colors below him, making sure he did this right.

The numbers on the monitor tricked down to one minute as Jetfire landed on the last panel making the floor half dark green and half dark red.

CLICK

The door at the end of the puzzle unlocked and opened wide, making Jetfire optics light up his hope; however, his spark dropped when he realized the monitor was still ticking down: he needed to get out of there and fast.

“I’m coming, Jetstorm,” cried Jetfire, dashing towards the door that led him into a long white hallway that he kept running through as everything dimmed around him in darkness.

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Jetstorm found himself in a similar position as Jetfire in front of the same puzzle, but instead of immediately jumping on each panel like his brother, he carefully slowly tapped each panel with servos while on his knees, but just like his brother, he ran into the same frustration of the colors never turning brown.

“Come, I'm doing anything right, isn't I?” questioned Jetstorm, sniffing in desperation as his tapping became faster with each second until he couldn't take it anymore, feeling like this was all his fault for never speaking up until recently, and just like his brother. He slammed servos against the panels creating a flash of colors.

This makes him realize that half of the panels turn the opposite colors of the other half of the panels, and if he wanted to get out of there, he needed to turn the floor into the two colors that make the color brown.

However, his current strategy wasn't going to work as he turned his helm over to the ticking countdown monitor, which was nearing one minute.

If he wanted to get out of there, he needed to be fast, so with a sigh, he got up on his feet and began running across the panels as fast as he could while making sure all the colors were right.

When he hit the last panel, he heard a loud click, and he turned his helm to find the previously locked door at the end of the puzzle now wide open.

With the countdown monitor still ticking down, Jetstorm ran towards the door that took him towards a long white hallway where he kept on running.

Eventually, he found himself entering a white room with a passageway across from him, another passageway to the right side of the room, and a garbage chute tucked in the left corner.

As soon as he stepped farther into the room the collar popped off his neck and he heard footsteps coming from the passageway so he quickly took his blaster ready to blow a windstorm at what he believed to be another challenge only for his optics to widen in joy at who step out of the shadows of the passageway.

“Jetfire!” squealed Jetstorm retracting his blaster and running towards his brother with open arms.

“Jetstorm” Squealed Jetfire with the collar popping off his neck as he ran towards his brother with happy tears in his optics.

The twins pulled each other into a giant tight hug, never wanting to let go of each other since they both, for a moment, thought they lost their closest family for good.

However, their moment was interrupted by a light clapping sound. They turned this helm around to find it was no other than Alpha Trion stepping out of the passageway on the right. However, his faceplate was anything other than proud. There was a clear underline of anger there.

“Impressive you solved my maze, but unfortunately to the rest of Cybertron you shall never be Autobots and will always be Abominations” spoked Alpha Trion with hate spilling from his voice

Jetfire and Jetstorm step away from Alpha Trion as he approaches and they start draggers at the old mech however their anger quickly turns into fear as they watch Alpha Trion’s body begin to transform into his monstrous vehicle mode yet an ancient steamed machine that was mixed of a owl body, the cannons of a tank and the wheels of a steam engine.

“Abominations I must eradicate for the better Cybertron future “ hissed the old mech before shooting a blast at the twins

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Inside of old rusty oil house Jazz sat down at a bar counter with a glass of untouched oil by his side looking down at the messy drawing of Jetfire, Jetstorm, and Sentinel in regret: what has he done, in his attempts to avoid confrontation he ends up screwing up everything instead of earning everyone respect…he lost the respect of a friend.

He wondered what could have been if he hadn't been so short-sighted and if he could have seen the bigger picture instead of letting all those harmful judgments from others get inside of his hard drive.

He placed down the messy drawing on the counter table and picked up his untouched glass of oil.

For a moment, He stared at the reflection of himself on the glass where he could no longer see a cool head bot that could go with the float but instead.. an ignorant coward who couldn't even stand up for himself.

“I’m such an idiot,” muttered Jazz, putting the glass of oil back down and taking off his shades with one servo placing them on the counter table, revealing his blue teary optics before covering his glossa with the same servos as he let out multiple sobs.

This caught the attention of a familiar red Cybertronian who was wearing a purple party on his helm: it was Cliffjumper who approached Jazz with concern across his faceplate as he sat next to the white mech.

“Jazz, By the all spark, what in Cybertron happens to you?” asked Cliffjumper.

Jazz turned his helm over to Cliffjumper, a bit hesitant to open up at first. However, all of this guilt overwhelmed him that he needed to speak to someone, so he removed his servo from his mouth to speak.

“i-I messed up, Cliffjumper,” choked Jazz “I want to gain everyone's respect, but..I ended up losing a friend, and I-I don't know what to do”.

Cliffjumper was still concerned for Jazz; however, the red mech couldn't help but narrow his optics at the white mech.

“May I ask, why should you care what others think of you? They aren't worth it at all, especially if they talk nonsense,” questioned Cliffjumper, hardly yet still in concern. “What you should care about is getting that friendship back. “

Jazz was a bit taken aback by Cliffjumper's nonsense attitude, but at the same time, he felt like he needed it, although doubt came crawling back from his hard drive.

“Well, I guess you're right, but what if…you know he doesn't forgive me? “ muttered Jazz under his breath. “Maybe…just should stay here “

“Oh, get your helm out of your aft, Jazz; this isn't about forgiveness. It's about doing the right thing no matter what,t, “ replied Cliffjumper, crossing his arms in almost disappointment.

Cliffjumper was right; Jazz was done with letting his fear control him: it was time to do the right thing regardless of what everyone else thought. He didn't care if he lost everyone's respect or had to pick a side in a conflict to do so since he had seen the consequences of what happened..this time, he was on Sentinel's side, but for real.

“you’re right in gotta make things right, “ spoked Jazz, picking up the messy drawing from the corner table, storing it safely in his glove compartment, and getting up from his chair, although he couldn't help but ask one thing before he left.

“Oh, What with that party hat?” Jazz couldn't help but ask as he was a foot out of the door.

“Oh yeah apparently Rodimus throws a party for anybody who gets a promotion” answered Cliffjumper “It's a little bit weird but I guess it's not as weird as that blue cube that felt like it had spark beat that Longarms gave me”

Jazz froze at Cliffjumper’s words: did he just say that a cube felt like it was a spark? Beat that was impossible unless..that cube was a Cybertronian..no. No, Longarms wouldn't do that.. would he..but then again, there was a feeling in his spark that told him to check Longarm's office.

“But then again, this is the same sicko who exposed a death femme journal that got Sentinel fired, so I can't really be surprised anymore,” continued Cliffjumper.

He did what?! Ok, that was it; Jazz needed to check his office since something was up.

“Thank you for anything, Cliffjumper, but I got to go, “ yelped Jazz before officially leaving the house oil in a bolt as he transformed into his vehicle mode, not realizing he left his shades behind on the counter.

Jazz kept driving as fast as he could toward Fort Maximus, transforming back to his robot mode as soon he reached inside and progressed to running until he reached Longarms’s office. He slowly opened the door, peering his optics through the open frame.

Jazz’s optics widened in shock when he spotted Longarms transforming into some kind of dark purple Cybertronian that had one thing on his chest plate that sent fear into Jazz's spark: a Decepticon logo on it.

This was, of course, no other than Shockwave and Jazz watching in fear as the Decepticon poured poison into a glass of oil that he was holding.

Jazz immediately connected the dots in front of him: this con was going to poison Ultra Magnus, frame somebody for it, and take the title of Magnus so he could hand Cybertion to Megatron

No, Not on Jazz's watch this time. He wasn't going to run away, so he kicked down the door to enter the room and threw his Nunchucks, hitting the poisoned Enegon out of Decepticon servo, causing him to turn his helm over to Jazz.

“I won't recommend that with your enegon, con” spoked Jazz firmly as his nunchucks came back to his sevro like a boomerang.

Jazz expected the Decepticon to growl or hiss at his remake, but no, instead, Shockwave just let out a deep sigh like he was expecting this.

“... let's just get this over with,” exhaled Shockwave before lunging towards Jazz as the cyber ninja spun his nunchucks.

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Sentinel screeched and fell out of the passageway towards a large pile of garbage. He quickly tried to transform into vehicle mode; unfortunately, it was far too late as his faceplate crashed against all the empty and deposed cans of oils.

Damn it, was this his life now crushing into disgusting garbage piles? It was probably the most humiliating thing he had ever done in his life since he was covered from helm to aft in filth.

Whatever, he had no time to rant on how disgusting this was; he was on a mission, so with a brief “ew,” He got up on his feet before brushing himself off

He scanned around the area to find himself inside some kind of indoor landfill that was the shape of a spiral and had different passageways upon the walls; they were all spilling out garbage onto the ground.

Each was seen to be connected to many different garbage chutes of Fort Maximus; Sentinel could tell since different symbols above each passageway implied this.

Bingo. Find the symbol for the training grounds, and Sentinel will be home-free.

So the prime begins walking around looking for a symbol for training grounds, which he assumes to be a weapon. Unfortunately, all the symbols are different types of weapons.

“Scrap, whose bright idea was to make every symbol weapon related “ complained Sentinel to himself.

Sentinel was about to just choose at random when he bumped into something that made gurgling noises.. that almost sounded like a voice.

What the.. wait he recognized that voice...no way.

He looked down to find there was a blue familiar cube in front of him that was whimpering and grumbling.

No way.. right? That would be insane unless…

Sentinel put his servos under the cube and began turning around the cube slowly to different angles, only to widen his optics in horror to find Blurr’s faceplate there; Sentinel was so taken aback that he screeched a bit and almost dropped Blurr in shock but luckily caught him before he could hit the ground.

“What the!-” Yelped Sentinel not believing his optics. “Blurr, what the scrap happened to you!”

Blurr tried to respond, but unfortunately, his glossa was covered by his arm, and he was unable to move it away.

Ok, this wasn't going to work, so Sentinel scanned around the area to find anything to..uncube Blurr. Was that the right term?

Whatever. Sentinel didn't really care as keep scanning and walked around the area until he spotted two crawls popping out of the ground that were gently unfolding cube-like objects.

Bingo

“Huh, this might feel a little bit weird, “ warned Sentinel before giving Blurr to the claws on the ground.

Sentinel watched in somewhat surprise and horror as the claws unfolded Blurr from his cube back into his robot, from where he screamed a bit in pain before falling in a daze from the claws, yet Sentinel quickly caught him in his arms before he could hit against the ground.

Blurr's body was mostly covered in large dents and his left optics was completely gone, replaced with a large scar across his faceplate. It's almost a miracle that he is still alive as he pants heavily against Sentinel before finally speaking.

“Ok, 1, thank the all spark you found me, I thought I’d be stuck down here ever “ gasped Blurr slowly as he gripped Sentinel's shoulders,” and 2…. I’m pretty sure Longarms is the real Spy because he tried to kill me for bringing up Decepticon samples.”

“What!” Yelped Sentinel, almost now believing it until remembering that Coghead exposed him by using Elita's Journal “Wait a minute, that would explain why that scum exposed a.. heavily personal piece of information; he wanted to get me out the way!”

Sentinel couldn't believe this. All this time, he was chasing down Warp when Longarm was the real con that needed to be behind bars. That slippy snake was going to pay for all of this and Sentinel was going to make sure of it.

“Ha, just when you thought you could trust somebody…they just throw you in the trash like you’re nothing..” nervously laughed Blurr with a look of sadness on his faceplate. “I'm not sure if I can trust anybody anymore. “

Sentinel could relate a bit: After all, he has a major argument with Jazz. Longarm exposes Elita’s Journal, and worst of all, his commander reads that said Journal along with possibly the whole Autobot council.

“Pft, tell about it, “ huffed Sentinel, pulling away from Blurr to cross his arms and let out a heavy sigh.

“I guess we got something in common then “ nervously laughed Blurr again clutching his arm with his servo “Aside from being stuck on this..dump “

“Eh guess we do and worst of all I can't find that scrapping passageway to the training grounds to get out of here because of these fragging symbols, I mean it could be that one for all I know “ huffed Sentinel as he pulled away from Blurr and a point at a random passway that had a hammer symbol on it.

The mention of symbols caught Blurr's interest immediately as turn his helm over to where Sentinel was pointing to take a closer look.

“Wait a second, that the passway leads straight to Ultra Magnus's first office when he first took charge many cycles ago when he was still somewhat young, “ spoked Blurr with a look of recognition across his faceplate.

Sentinel stared at Blurr in surprise: that was a very ultra-specific detail that usually most cybertronians wouldn't remember at all.

“Wait, how do you know you know that, “ asked Sentinel, both confused and genuinely impressed.

“Oh huh, I took a brief historical class on symbols during my Academy days“ replied Blurr.

What do you know, History of all things might be the only thing to get them out of this situation and for them to stop Longarms.

“Blurr for the sake of Cybertron, do you know which one these passways lead the training grounds” yelped Sentinel grabbing both of Blurr's shoulders “So we get rid of that con scumbag once and for all”

Blurr looked a bit unsure at first; however, after scanning all the symbols on the right for a bit, he got a boost of confidence.

“You know what I think I can” smiled Blurr a bit before scanning the symbols on the left “It's that one, the spear was the first weapon forged on the grounds during the early days of the wars”

Blurr pointed over at the passageway that was on the very top on the left side of one of the many walls that have heights that were unreachable to most Cybertronians but not to Sentinel: he was a jet so quickly pulled away from Blurr and transformed into his vehicle mode.

“Wow impressive” gasped Blurr with his optics widening in wonder at Sentinel's jet form checking it out at every angle

“We, what are you waiting for? Get on. We got a planet to save, “ shouted Sentinel, so hyper-forced on finding the twins and kicking Longarm’s aft that he didn't even suck in the praise as he would usually do.

“Ok, I guess we're doing this now,” shrugged Blurr before jumping on top of Sentinel's vehicle mode, handing on top his wings. “Let's get out here”

Sentinel flew upwards towards the passway at lighting speed never stopping once

He kept flying upwards until…

SLAM

He slammed through a metal lid of a garbage chute, popping it off onto the floor, and landed down into a white room where he transformed back into his robot mode, landing on the ground as Blurr quickly jumped off him.

Sentinel left his helm in horror at what he saw in front of him: Jetfire and Jetstorm, heavily injured, back against a wall while crying as some kind of monstrous machine aimed a blaster at the two and shot a blue blast heading toward them.

Sentinel couldn't stand there with his tailpipe stuck in between his legs; he knew he needed to do something. NOW

“NOOOO! Screamed Sentinel, jumping in front of the twins without a second thought as he pulled out his shield to block the blast.

Blurr watched in astonishment as Sentinel primed with all the strength in spark; he was able to turn his tiny shield bigger than his whole body and used it to reflect the blast at the monstrous machine, knocking it against a wall in the haste of dusk, rubble, and debris.

Sentinel took a deep breath and turned around towards Jetfire and Jetstorm, who widened their optics in pure joy seeing Sentinel again.

“Jetfire, Jetstorm!” shouted Sentinel running towards the twins in nothing other than pure concern

“Sentinel! “ squealed Jetfire and Jetstorm with tears in their optics running towards their primes with open arms.

To Sentinel’s astonishment, the twins leaped at him and wrapped their arms around him; for an instant, he stood there at a loss at what to do; however, slowly, although a little hesitant, he found himself hugging them back.

“Don't you two dare scare me like that ever again!“ scowled and yet cried Sentinel at the same time holding the two close, never wanting to let go of them.

“We won't, sir,” sniffed Jetstorm and Jetfire in happy tears.

However, their happy reunion didn't last long since Blurr spotted a red helm popping out of the rubbles of the wall from where that monstrous machine crashed, so he quickly stepped in front of the three jets' protective stand.

“Everyone stay back; that thing is coming back! “ warned Blurr, putting his fists up, ready for battle.

Sentinel immediately took Blurr's warning seriously as he reluctantly quickly pulled out the hug and ushered the twins behind him for their safety before pulling out his shield along with his lance.

Sentinel and Blurr widened their optics in surprise to find that it was Alpha Trio pulling himself out of the rubble, looking feral and furious: he was that monstrous machine and it seemed like he was about to make his next attack.

[tflegendarium]

Okay, now I'm imagining a giant skyfire holding the babies/protoforms jetfire and jetstorm with all the care in the world

That IS an adorable image.

I have been kicking around the end game for SkyStar in this. It would be kind of delightful to have Legend!SkyStar have the Legend!Jettwins.

Gosh, Jetfire I would be horrifed. Skyfire would genuinely name his kid after his brother to honor him (Jetfire I thinks) but Starscream would definitely be using it is three layers of psychological "fuck you" to her brother-in-law. He couldn't say anything either because Jetfire I would immediately adore Jetfire II and Jetstorm.

And now Starscream is even more someone he will never be rid of. He's already spent centuries seething about his brother's terrible taste but now how can he say anything when she's the mother of his absolutely perfect nephews?! It's a trap! He can't!

Jetfire I is wrong, though Skyfire would do it to mess with his brother as much as honor him, and Starscream would do it as grudging way to honor Jetfire I, who she has reluctantly developed some attachment and even respect for as a person not just a in-law. The two of them did make sure to keep an eye on each other and bonded over the "loss" of Skyfire after all.

But Starscream also staged a successful coup and took over the government of the polity Jetfire I served and overthrew his Winglord and banish him from Vos.

But yes, the family and cuteness would be ahhhhh! Tiny babies with big parents are delightful. Skyfire would be the gentlest.

[theangrycomet-art]

Seeing Drift as a single mom in RiD 2015 is amazing and honestly one of the funniest directions you could have gone with this character.

But you know what's better than 2 mini-cons?

3 MINI-CONS!

i.e. the "Comet loves the Jettwins too much to let Jetfire be left out from Jetstorm shenanigans" and "why can't Drift have 3 tiny planes as his kids?" AU

Also known as Drift's Jettrine AU

This was basically an excuse to redesign the Drift Fam with more TFP feeling designs and give them their "original"/namesakes' color pallets, and the picture I choose to start this with is one where you can barely see any of their designs lol.

Sketch (because I kinda like it more than the completed piece lol) and the original screenshot

I actually really love the Drift fam's designs in RiD but I wanted to have fun with it taking a shot at my own designs for them.

COMMISSIONS OPEN

[xenonmalachite]

"excitable and sweet, Jolt Drive, or simply JD, is a young weaponry designer. she's creative and clever, but has made it quite clear she's still learning. sure she trips up and messes up her words. sometimes she's too naive and forgiving. but don't let those traits fool you. she works smarter and harder to get to her end goals." this took 3 days... ;-; she has such a big wardrobe. i will admit that this was a doozy of a ref. but i'm proud of it. her human everyday outfits 1-7 are based off of stuff i own. they're based off of what she would as a human in the transformers movies but they work for different universe too. everyday 1 - Transformers, TFA everyday 2 - Transformers Revenge of the Fallen, TFP everyday 3 - Transformers Dark of the Moon, RID 2015, Cyberverse everyday 4 - Transformers Age of extinction everyday 5 - Transformers The Last Knight everyday 6 - Bumblebee, G1 everyday 7 - Transformers Rise of the Beasts, Earthspark, IDW

the dark grey hearts on her designs connect to form constellations in July that are Visible from Italy. her feet are also meant to have the flat part at the toe to mimic ballerina point shoes. her skirt and boots for party are meant to be holographic purple and her jacket is meant to be a metalic galaxy print lol.

TFP, RID - Auriga (the charioteer) TFA - Corona Borealis (the northern crown) G1 - Coma Berenices (the Bernice's hair) Bayverse v1 (transformers, RotF, DotM, Bumblebee RotB) - Andromeda (the princess) bayverse v2 (AoE) - Cassiopea (the seated queen) Bayverse V3 (TLK) - Canis Venatici (the hunting dogs) IDW - Cancer (the crab) Earthspark - Monoceros (the unicorn) Cyberverse - Lyra (the lyre)

i stuck with my idea for different movies she looks different to kinda show her mood and outlook.

anyway, backstory time

JD, also known as Jolt Drive, is BumbleBee's energetic girlfriend and apprentice to Crosshairs. She loves fashion and make-up and studies design. JD was sent to study on earth, unaware the war would reach her and drag her in, which is something she wanted to avoid for a long time. She is taught under the weapons designer, Crosshairs. Her weaponry is famously non-lethal and one of her most famous designs is known as the Apparatus, which can turn into weaponized versions of rhythmic gymnastics apparatus. However, She also has ASD and has to remember to turn everyone down to not be overstimulated from the noise. She also is very jumpy and has a strong Italian accent that isn't always easy to read. her first earth language is Italian and speaks only Italian when she's tired. She has a group of friends that were her exchange trip classmates in Japan. She makes non lethal weaponry mostly because she has a vow. an order from her home asks that she never kills. She may injure but never end another's life. She upholds this vow and gets angry when people try to make her go against it. Her family is very influential in her home but she's refusing to say where she's from. She and Bumblebee are very very much in love. They made a promise to conjunx after JD finished her studies. Her family also adopted Jetfire and Jetstorm as her brothers. she has a sneaking suspicion about someone who died in her family and thinks she knows where to look for the culprit.

[evalynnmesserli]

Chapters: 3/??

Fandoms: Transformers, Transformers Generation One

Rating: Mature/18+

Relationships: Bumblebee/Starscream

Characters: Bumblebee, Starscream, Megatron, Optimus Prime, Elita One, Soundwave, Skywarp, Thundercracker, Ratchet, Cliffjumper, Jetfire | Skyfire, Mirage, Other Character Tags to Be Added

Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe, Falling In Love, Redemption Arc, Post-War, Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Canon-Typical Violence, Major Character Death, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary:

After millions of years of fighting, Optimus and Megatron have finally managed to put aside their differences and put an end to the fighting. To show their soldiers and the various neutral factions that this truly is the start of a new era, a bonding ceremony is arranged between two of their members.

Starscream is one of the unlucky bots and is forced into an arranged marriage that he has no say in and seemingly with no way out of. He's humiliated, objectified, and absolutely miserable as he has to navigate the post-war setting of a Cybertron struggling to be rebuilt and a scheming Megatron who appears to have more up his sleeve than he's letting on. All while stuck with a dumb, pathetic little Autobot that he absolutely despises and desperately wants to be rid of.

But who knows, maybe he'll come to like the little bug?

Yeah right.

(Rewrite version)

[fictional-love-is-my-life]

Hello, you can make stratosphere, bulldog, jetfire, sentinel prime and medic reader

Altform is a helicopter

How would they thank the reader for their help when they were injured (or get rid of something)

Stratosphere - gets injured while flying

Jetfire - (reader) helps him with his aching body (for example for 3-7 days?)

Bulldog - (reader) helps to forever get rid of the fact that he sometimes falls apart? (if you can call it that)

Sentinel prime - (reader) helps with his bad leg (I’m not sure if this is accurate, but I read somewhere that he has limp on 1 leg)

(I tried to find a more normal image but it didn't work.)

Decided to turn this into a little oneshot.

Warnings: Mention of injury, pain, medics, doctors, memory loss, old age, hinting of death.

Word count: 2,494. Under read more for length.

The sky was still dark, in a few of Earths hours the sun would be rising. Hopefully by then you would be beside your first patient. You stretched, it was going to be a long week of tending to your rounds, but it was necessary. The place you called home, and where you tried to spend your nights, was a middle point between all the bots that needed you. You had recharged and was fully rested for you journey.

You jumped into the air, transforming into your alt mode of choice, a helicopter as the humans called it. It was perfect for you to get around quickly, allowing you to reach many mechs within a short time span. Being one of the only medics left you took it upon yourself to be there for the remaining Autobots, especially the older mechs. They needed you the most, more than the younger bots.

It wasn’t long before you got to your first stop.

Stratosphere was sitting atop a hill, his usual location to rest. If he had to be on the ground, he liked to be up high. You transformed in the air, elegantly dropping to the ground.

“Hello Stratosphere.” You greeted, walking over to the mech.

“Good morning, Lass. how are you doing on this fine day?”

“Busy, but when am I not.” You joked. You scanned over his frame, and noticed he was hiding his arm behind his back. Your scan alerted you something was wrong with his arm. “Show me.” You ordered.

“It’s not too bad, really.” Stratosphere started to say, but you cut him off. Reluctantly he pulled his arm out from behind him, showing you the damage. His forearm metal was bent and a few of his digits were broken.

“Oh Sphere.” You gently took his servo in yours and examined the damage. Though it looked ugly, it would be an easy fix.

“Just a little mishap when landing, that’s all. I’ll be fine.”

“You will be now. I can fix the majority of it, then your inner healing will do the rest. But you need to stay grounded for two days, no transforming or flying until it is fully healed.” You expressed.

“I knew you’d say that.” Stratosphere grumbled, annoyed. He only wanted to fly, and knew you’d tell him not to.

“Be grateful it’s only two days. If I wasn’t here, it would not have been able to heal itself properly and would have gotten worse. Then you’d never be able to fly.” You explained, trying to quickly finish his repairs.

Stratosphere sighed. You were right, he just hated that you were. He was quiet the rest of the time you worked. Finally, you were done. You stood and pulled a small amount of Energon from your supplies. You always carried some around for bots. You handed it to Stratosphere. He took the Energon and placed it down beside him.

“Alright buddy. Be careful, and I’ll come back to check on you again as soon as I can.”

“Wait.” Stratosphere called, stopping you before you left. “I just want to say, thanks lass. I know I’m a stubborn old mech, but I love flying. I know I don’t have long left until I can’t anymore. I can feel my joints and I know they won’t last, so I want to try and keep flying for as long as I can. But I appreciate you helping me out, thank you for all you do for me.”

You knelt beside him once more, placing a servo on his shoulder. He placed his servo atop yours.

“I know. That’s why I am here, to help you and keep you in the skies for as long as I can.” You smiled sweetly.

“Thank you.” Stratosphere felt extremely lucky and grateful to have you helping him. As much as he grumbled about it, he needed your aid and was so happy you always came back to help him.

“I’ll be back soon.” You repeated.

“No rush lassie. I’ll be here for the next few days.”

You jumped into the air, transforming, and headed to your next patient.

Jetfire was laying down in the desert, his body slightly sunken into the sand. You transformed and landed beside him, your pedes burring into the soft sand.

“You doing okay Jetfire?” You asked, giving him a scan. His body was still deteriorating, there was no way for you to stop it, unfortunately it was just caused by age.

“No, I’m bloody not okay. My blooming backs gone out and I’ve been stuck like this for days.” Jetfire groaned.

“Alright, let’s see what we can do.” You knelt beside him and began scooping the sand away from him. Once there was a gap between the sand and Jetfire, you gently pushed your servo into the gap and against his back. You moved your servo around, feeling along his back. “Looks like it locked up. Easy fix.”

You gave a little tug, pull and twist, resulting in a pop then hiss. Jetfire sighed happily, then sat up, your servo still on his back helping him up.

“That feels so much better. Thank you.” Jetfire patted your leg.

“Anytime. I am here to help.” You dug through your Energon supply and pulled out a special one. “Here.”

Jetfire took the Energon and immediately began to consume it. You had formulated the Energon yourself, taking the original form then adding your own special ingredients to it. The new formula was perfect for older bots as it helped soothe and relieve pain and help strengthen weak joints.

“Would you like to try and stand? It would be a good idea to get moving.” You asked.

“If the doctor suggests it, then I guess I should.”

You slowly helped him up, his body creaking the entire time. Once he was standing, he let go of you and rested on his cane.

“I don’t know what I would do without you.” Jetfire stated.

“I’m sure you’d be alright.”

“I’d probably be gone already.” He stated blatantly.

“Don’t say that. You’re doing great, you still have a long time yet.”

“A long time of achy joints and falling pieces.”

“Well, that is why I am here. To help with the pain.” You paused, thinking for a second. “You know, I’d really like you to move. Come and live with me, I’d be able to take care of you a lot more often.” Jetfire stared at you for a second, thinking of your offer.

“Well, it would be nice to have the company. But as much as I would like to, I don’t think I can. That’s why I’m still stuck in this barren desert. I feel like my T-Cog is rusted, and my spacebridge doesn’t want to work.”

“Just try and transform. I’ll be here if anything goes wrong, but from my scans you T-Cog is still functioning.”

“Are you sure you wouldn’t get sick of taking care of me?”

“No.” You replied. “It’s my job, it’s what I like to do. And you are my friend, I want to look after you.”

Jetfire was flattered at the offer, and grateful to have a friend like you.

“Alright, I will try. But I’m blaming you if I get stuck.” You giggled and accepted the blame if anything were to happen.

Hesitantly Jetfire transformed. It took him a while, but soon enough he was in jet mode.

“Would you like an escort, or do you think you can find your way alone if I give you a location?”

“Juist give me the damn coordinates. I may be old, but I am not incompetent.”

“I never thought you were.” You sent him the coordinates over the personal comm link. “Be careful and call if you need me.”

Jetfire started his engine, but didn’t leave.

“Thank you, doc. I am eternally grateful.” You nodded at him in reply.

Jetfire took off, you transformed and flew into the sky shortly after but left in a different direction. You flew for a couple hours before reaching your third bot. You reached an abandoned lot. A large warehouse sat in the middle of the lot. You landed on the roof of the warehouse then transformed. You swiftly walked to the edge and jumped off the roof, finding a way inside. Sentinel sat inside of the warehouse, his back against a wall.

He looked up and watched you walk towards him. He was glad it was you and no one else, out of all the bots you were his favorite, mostly because you were useful.

“I was expecting you earlier. I almost left because you were late.” Sentinel snapped. It didn’t bother you; he was in pain and it was his personality. You were used to bots snapping at you, it always just rolled off your shoulders.

“I apologize, but I have a few other rounds before you and they aren’t all in the same place.” You explained. You scanned Sentinel, apart from his leg he was in perfect health. He just had an old injury that refused to heal properly. You always just mitigated the pain as best you could until he had another flare up. You knelt down beside him, handing him some Energon to consume while you worked on his leg.

“This would be easier if you just stayed with me.” Sentinel grumbled.

“I know. But I can’t do that, there are a lot of other bots out there that need me. And like you, many of them don’t want to move. So, I have to go to them.” You worked on his leg, relieving the pain as best you could, trying to fix his old wound but it never properly healed no matter how hard you tried. “How does that feel?” You asked.

“Better.” Sentinel finished his Energon. “Thank you.” He mumbled.

“You are welcome.” You didn’t expect thanks from Sentinel but it was nice to receive them.

“I know you don’t have to help me. But you choose to, and even though you are late you always come back to help me. And I thank you for your loyalty.” Sentinel liked you because of your usefulness to him, but he did also think you were generally a good and nice bot. He liked how efficient and kind you were when caring for him, you also never judged him or thought ill of him which he appreciated. “Thank you for your time.”

“Thank you for trusting me and for using my services.” You smiled. You were just happy to be of use. Sentinel stood, putting weight on his leg. His pain had subsided and he was able to step comfortably on it.

“Feels like it should.”

“Good. And don’t be afraid to contact me outside of our appointed meet up times. If you need my assistance any time, I can come help. As long as I am not busy.” You told Sentinel. If he was hurting, you wanted to be there for him.

“I will.” He nodded. “Now I need to take my leave.”

“Stay safe.” You called after Sentinel as he transformed and drove away.

The sun had set, leaving you in darkness. You stretched out your limbs, feeling a satisfying pop from your back. Your last patient was a long way away. You were comfortable with the journey, as you had done it so many times, but occasionally it was tiring. You shook yourself, making sure you were completely awake and alert before taking off.

Your last stop took you across the ocean, a long journey but you knew it was necessary. Eventually you made it to your destination, landing on the gravel outside of a large old house. A tank was sitting outside it. The tank spotted you and began turning its gun towards you. You quickly transformed and held your servos up.

“Medic!” You yelled out. “I’m a medic, Bulldog, here to help you.”

Your words calmed Bulldog; it took him a few seconds but he eventually realized who you were. He transformed, his joints popping and crackling as he did. The armor atop his helm falling off.

“Ah, good to see you friend. It’s nice to have you here.”

“It’s nice to see you too.” You smiled. “Here let me take that.”

You took the top of his helm and motioned for him to sit down. Once he was seated, you equipped your welder and began to weld his armor back to the top of his helm. You were quick and efficient, making sure it would not fall off again.

You liked Bulldog, he was a sweet mech. You hated that you could not cure his memory loss, but you would do everything else you could for him. During all the times you had been helping him, you had reattached many of his parts and he was always grateful each time.

“There we go friend, all better.”

“Thank you.”

Bulldog stayed seated; you took a seat beside him. You scanned over his frame, but there were no other issues you needed to fix, at least not at that time. Out of all the mechs, Bulldog was the oldest and the one who needed the most attention. You wanted him to come live with you, but he had a loyalty to his home which you respected, so you just checked on him often.

He didn’t need any other fixes, but you stayed by his side wanting to give him your company for at least a day, or maybe two.

“Tell me about your day friend.” You asked.

Bulldog began to talk, and once you got him talking, he didn’t stop. But you sat and listened happily. Enjoying his stories, and glad you were able to be there for him.

Bulldog always remembered you. Maybe it took him a second, but he always did. You were kind and gentle with him. You fixed him up and gave him company. In his eyes you were his best friend and his best medic, and he treasured you. He looked forward to when you arrived.

You were glad you were a medic, able to help the old mechs. Even if you weren’t you think you would try to spend time with them anyway. They needed support, and you were so happy to be the one to give it to them. You were happy to be their support, their company and their fix.

You dug into your supply and pulled out more Energon, handing it to Bulldog.

“Thank you.” He took it gratefully.

“You are welcome.”

You leant back, enjoying Bulldogs company. You knew you’d have to leave and go back home eventually. Then you’d have to start your rounds over again once more and spend time with all the old mechs again. You always looked forward to your rounds, so happy you could help. But for the next day, you stayed put, giving yourself rest before flying the long journey back home, and staying beside your friend Bulldog.

[transformers-coded-music]

A Jetfire/Skyfire coded song recommended to me by @cyber-neptune which I’m living for right now

(If u don’t want the @ I’ll get rid of it, don’t wanna be a bother)

[preceptorsguineapig]

More things about mortis is that she's a foodie and that it good that cybertronians didn't get rid of human food or she'll would've been cooked. Also her "best friend" is jetfire actually he think there friends but she skeptical. And they had intimacy like once.

[steelthroat]

For the salty asks :D

1. What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?

22. Popular character you hate dislike/don’t get the hype for (hate’s a strong word and I don’t want to be too negative)

Hiiii :D thanks for the ask :3

1: mh Starscream/Jetfire|Skyfire doesn't do much for me... idk, it's a pairing that's "supported" by Canon (I'm using the word supported loosely here), and it has all the elements to be interesting... but idk I prefer them as friends or exes who learned how to be civil around each other. But if someone writes them convincingly, I'm down, I'm not hard to convince :D

22: hahaha yeah, thank you! Hate is a strong word for me too, especially since I LIKE most of the canon iterations of the characters... it's not always the case about fanon ones, but hey, it's fanon for a reason.

So onto the answer itself... huh mh this is a difficult question.

Mh, I don't wanna say Bumblebee because I like him in most of the continuities, especially in the comics (although sometimes they do my man dirty :/)... except in the aligned one, maybe - but it's unfair on him (I mean, rid 2015...) so no, let's see someone else.

Idk I get the reasons behind the hype for like everyone, I'm a hype-beast I get hyped up about characters for the silliest reasons so it all comes down to a general disliking... either because of the writing- or because they're just not characters I vibe with.

For example I really do NOT vibe with the Mistress of flame. Pretty design, interesting character and lots of potential... but I cannot stand her. And I'm being gentle here.

I also do not vibe with Tfa Ultra Magnus... but I have a love/hatred relationship with him and his character... ambiguous fragger.

Then there are characters we're just meant to dislike so I won't bother mentioning Sentinel... heh