#Optical pressure sensor

[dvid2van]

https://www.futureelectronics.com/p/semiconductors--analog--sensors--pressure/bmp388-bosch-sensortec-1097861

High pressure sensor, low pressure sensor, Water pressure sensors

BMP388 Series 125 kPa 3.6 V Digital Barometric Pressure Sensor

[electronalytics]

Non-optical Pressure and Temperature Sensors Market

[nasa]

For the Benefit of All: Assistive Tech Developed from NASA Tech

What do modern cochlear implants and robotic gloves have in common? They were derived from NASA technology. We’ve made it easier to find and use our patented inventions that could help create products that enhance life for people with disabilities.

October is National Disability Employment Awareness Month, which highlights the contributions of American workers with disabilities – many of whom use assistive technology on the job. Take a look at these assistive technologies that are NASA spinoffs.

Low-Vision Headsets

The Joint Optical Reflective Display (JORDY) device is a headset that uses NASA image processing and head-mounted display technology to enable people with low vision to read and write. JORDY enhances individuals’ remaining sight by magnifying objects up to 50 times and allowing them to change contrast, brightness, and display modes. JORDY's name was inspired by Geordi La Forge, a blind character from “Star Trek: The Next Generation” whose futuristic visor enabled him to see.

Cochlear Implants

Work that led to the modern cochlear implant was patented by a NASA engineer in the 1970s. Following three failed corrective surgeries, Adam Kissiah combined his NASA electronics know-how with research in the Kennedy Space Center technical library to build his own solution for people with severe-to-profound hearing loss who receive little or no benefit from hearing aids. Several companies now make the devices, which have been implanted in hundreds of thousands of people around the world.

Robotic Gloves

Ironhand, from Swedish company Bioservo Technologies, is the world’s first industrial-strength robotic glove for factory workers and others who perform repetitive manual tasks. It helps prevent stress injuries but has been especially warmly received by workers with preexisting hand injuries and conditions. The glove is based on a suite of patents for the technology developed by NASA and General Motors to build the hands of the Robonaut 2 humanoid robotic astronaut.

Smart Glasses

Neurofeedback technology NASA originally developed to improve pilots’ attention has been the basis for products aimed at helping people manage attention disorders without medication. The devices measure brainwave output to gauge attention levels according to the “engagement index” a NASA engineer created. Then, they show the results to users, helping them learn to voluntarily control their degree of concentration. One such device is a pair of smart glasses from Narbis, whose lenses darken as attention wanes.

Anti-Gravity Treadmills

A NASA scientist who developed ways to use air pressure to simulate gravity for astronauts exercising in space had the idea to apply the concept for the opposite effect on Earth. After licensing his technology, Alter-G Inc. developed its anti-gravity G-Trainer treadmill, which lets users offload some or all of their weight while exercising. The treadmills can help people recover from athletic or brain injuries, and they allow a safe exercise regimen for others with long-term conditions such as arthritis.

Wireless Muscle Sensors

Some of the most exciting assistive technologies to spin off may be yet to come. Delsys Inc. developed electromyographic technology to help NASA understand the effects of long-term weightlessness on astronauts’ muscles and movements. Electromyography detects and analyzes electrical signals emitted when motor nerves trigger movement. Among the company’s customers are physical therapists developing exercise routines to help patients recover from injuries. But some researchers are using the technology to attempt recoveries that once seemed impossible, such as helping paralyzed patients regain movement, letting laryngectomy patients speak, and outfitting amputees with artificial limbs that work like the real thing.  

To further enhance the lives of people with disabilities, NASA has identified a selection of patented technologies created for space missions that could spur the next generation of assistive technology here on Earth.

Want to learn more about assistive technologies already in action? Check out NASA Spinoff to find products and services that wouldn’t exist without space exploration.   

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[crying-fantasies]

Spark play

Masterlist

Featuring G1! Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, smut/fluff/humor, CW: sensual thoughts, heavy make-out, the twins being a menace (what's new?), Sunny vowing to kill his brother (what's new??), jealousy, almost oral (giving and receiving), spark electricity, a little of bit of foot (how else are we supposed to touch them while being so little?)

Sunstreaker, upon learning the primitive concepts of human courting, among all the options available that made him gag or feel irritated, if not both, seemed to be partial to the concepts of long-term relationships and exclusivity of a couple.

Well, exclusivity between you, him, and Sides. His brother's preferences weren't entirely known to him, and boundaries and limits may be few between spark split brothers, nevertheless, the last thing Sunstreaker wants to know from his brother is what he does in the berth with a partner he doesn't like, just to feel everything in the other end of the bond at the end of the cycle.

It's the headache of having a twin, and having that very same moron forget he has a twin before banging.

It started with a little flash between the cycles of his optics, just a fleeting moment, a glimpse of the left side of your face, reading something before he is taken back to the detailing suit, Sunstreaker puts his datapad down, venting with both light irritation and amusement, knowing full well he won't get any real work done now that, as evident as possible, Sideswipe is with you, streaming overflowing fondness into the bond by just looking at you.

In any other circumstances he would've made fun of his brother, but he gets it, that tingle of warmth is familiar and welcomed to this point in life, yet again, this isn't Sideswipe's turn to be with you, and now Sunstreaker understands why you haven’t come with him to buy some cleaners and foundation, another flash passes by, gracing him with the image of you kissing his brother, heavy charge promising to fry his circuits, sending a wave of arousal burning from his spark, Sunstreaker tries to seem unaffected as he walks out the door; Mirage, Hound, and Cliffjumper look at him funny, asking to himself what in the world are the last two doing there when he looks at the fallen noble, Sunstreaker is fast to turn the other way, closing the door as he goes, totally unchanged, once the door closed his pedes tried to get him faster to his destination.

On the other hand, Sideswipe is soon to burn down some delicate circuitry by the way you press those tiny lips against his upper derma, he can not contain himself anymore as he pushes down to your neck, derma heavy against your skin, he can feel the rise of energy in your little electric system, albeit weak, he can feel all of them peak and glow anew, going from any sensor you have inside your skin, he can almost see their work, sending electric pulses to your processor, it takes a lot of concentration, to which he normally has none, still, it’s incredible sexy how much charge it gets into his system, totally worth the struggle to keep up with every shift inside your neural system.

Sideswipe chokes on a groan when you hold on to his audial receptor, bringing him back to your waiting, loving, acid-spilling lips, “Someone is eager-”, you love his boyish motor mouth but right now you need it in other places, holding him now by the crevices of his faceplate, your little footsies doing pressure over shifts in his armor, applying enough pressure to touch the protoform beneath, pushing him back first to the floor, you shriek by his actions, reminding him to be careful while holding onto his faceplate, “Oh Ho, now we play safely, who are you and what have you done to my-”

There is not much to say, or more like you don't let him finish, plopping your hips just above his chin, dragging your center just shy of his derma, “I’m the same as always”, he is practically screaming internally, he loves it, he loves this, he loves when you are all timid and he has to work for your arousal and necessity, or the moments of your sleepy gazed eyes while just waking up, full of energy but still dragging on tiredness enough to let him get full access, but he really loves the moments you get horny as hell, that playful side of yours looking at him as the last mech in existence, it isn't long until his communicator pings, he puts a digit up for letting you know to wait, “Yeah-?”

“Hey, Sides”, it’s Sunny, of course, it is him, “care to say where our dear human is right now?”, Sideswipe looks at the ancient clock you keep in their living space, you were supposed to go with his brother more than fifteen minutes ago, then he looks at you, who is now looking very interested, extremely interested, to his chest plate.

His optical ridges perk up when your fingers trace over the seams in the armor, his interest overwhelming any whining when your hips get away from his intake, “Um, sweetspark is doing some owed maintenance on yours truly”, your fingers finally get into his plating, reaching the fingertips into sensitive wires, his HUD crashed there for a second, you find everything but refusal when his spark chamber opens, taking a step back before reaching out again, the feeling of your nails and fingers over the glass casing making him shiver “uhum, really nice, overdue since forever”

“Sides”, his brother calls sternly, Sunstreaker needs a moment, or better yet make it two, because he feels that tremble inside his chest compartment, closing his optics for a moment so he has a great view of your ass before you get in a comfortable position over his spark, his brother's spark, Sunstreaker finally transforms, speeding to his limit and impart some words, “of course, you can't wait for your turn, you always take mine!”

“Hey”, his vocalizer glitches with static at the feeling of your tongue over the glass protecting his spark, his helm was thrown back, digits massaging your scalp, your soft hair, his pedes dig into the soft mattress when he can't kick to get the excessive charge out, “At least I'm showing you, be a little more grateful”.

“Oh right”, Sunstreaker’s words are heavy with jealousy, still, he needs a moment to park and let the electric pulse over his network cool down a little before he gets involved in some stupid accident inside the stronghold, “how considerate of you”.

Considerate enough to at least let him see, Sideswipe is being very merciful by showing him and not doing the same his brother did the last decacycle, it was his turn, Sideswipe’s turn, one he had prepared for, anticipated every minute, he would dine and wine you as human costume, put a little bit of spice on it at the end as many movies, a perfect date. A perfect date went to waste as Sunstreaker, the show off that he is, taking you at the last second to go see him at the shooting room, almost parading himself while holding the blaster like he was some model for a magazine, doing stupid poses to make his finish stand above the others, preening like a seeker.

So, this was revenge, while groaning and moaning and overwhelming their shared bond Sideswipe could feel his brother about to blow a gasket by the way he was trying to seem normal in front of bystanders.

A hiss of steam surging from his intake has him rendered relaxed, feeling the surge of charge over his interface array when your little hands reach around and in between his spark, Sunstreaker feels it, too, making it difficult to drive while having the annoying pressure of his modesty panel, but his desire overwhelmed it, he can see you, he can feel you, your fingers dragging along the wires, the connections, tugging a little too soft for his liking but it has Sideswipe moaning like he is in those cheap human reproduction movies, exaggerated and loud if it is sincere or he is just teasing Sunny, you are not the wiser, but Sideswipe would vow on his favorite assault manual gun that it came from his very spark because when you look at him like that, with the most scorching love you can offer while reorganizing his entire wiring, he can only do so much; still, it just feeds his mischievous nature, he can feel Sunstreaker desire from the other side of the bond, the intensity with which he is looking at you through his very optics, wouldn't it be funny if he just closed it?

Oh dear, it is hilarious, “we’re waiting for you so don't take long, bu-bye!”

One instant he is so hot, every venting of cool air a struggle, he could feel the phantom plush sensation of your lips over his spark, the next it is ripped away, “Sides?”, Sunstreaker needs a moment to realize what happened, one moment he is soon to come undone under your touch, feeling like the center of your universe in the way your breath fans over his spark chamber, then, he has nothing, “SIDES!”, he transforms back, wishing for his brother to hear his pedes near their habsuit.

“Is Sunny coming over?”, your sweet voice, one innocent not because you're feigning, on the contrary, you really do believe Sunstreaker willingly left his turn of the day to him, believed you were all alone with him, Sideswipe could hardly stop himself from grinning with absolute mischief, expecting to see your surprised face and Sunny’s pent up one.

His smirk can barely be covered when the door opens with a kick.

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I love how unhinged and destructive but also affectionate this pair of twins can be, a dream come true.

@tf-kinktober2024

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

Swerve x Reader Blurb: The Panty Raid

Gender neutral reader, racially ambiguous, very short, Swerve being a pervert

Swerve was kind of glad he could fit in the human quarters. 10 feet of minibot was probably as short as a mech could be but with the humans on board he felt massive. It was so strange being so much bigger than someone and he honestly didn’t expect to find it so endearing.

That’s probably how he ended up in his situation with his servos digging through your laundry.

Swerve found the shirt you wore yesterday to work out and brought it up to his olfactory sensors. The armpits of the shirt was still a little damp from your time at the gym. He ran his tongue over the sweat mark shivering at the salty taste of your skin still left over on the shirt coupled with the sweet taste of your deodorant made his engine rev.

Swerve sniffed every inch of that shirt before gently placing it next to your hamper and started digging through your soiled garments once again. His servo hooked on something small near the bottom. He pulled his arm out of your laundry basket only to stare at his prize with wide optics.

Your underwear.

Your used underwear.

Swerve held both ends of the elastic waistband in both his servos displaying his find before him. His optics were glowing brightly through his visor in excitement. The fabric was so soft and the pattern was so cute. Really, you could wear anything and Swerve would find it cute because it was on your body.

He looked over his shoulder plate to make sure your door was still shut before indulging in his new found treasure.

Swerve brought the crotch of your underwear to his intake giving his glossa a once over. The deep musky scent of your genitals remained on the fabric and Swerve could practically taste your sweet arousal on them. His engine revved in delight as he bunched the fabric against his olfactory sensors. His spike was practically leaking behind his modesty plate.

Swerve fantasized about cumming in your underwear. You’d hold your pants open for him as they bunch around your knees. Maybe you’d be rubbing his spike for him.

“I love your spike,” you’d say desperately. “I love you!”

Swerve doesn’t know how long he’d be able to last with his spike in your hand. Could you even get your hand around his spike? Fuck, you were so small and cute!

He’d be moaning your name desperately bucking his hips into your hand until his overload hit him. Glowing pink fluid would erupt from his spike making a mess of your underwear. It leaked down over the leg holes of your underwear making a mess in your pants. Being the gentleman he is Swerve would offer to clean you up but then you’d pull your pants up and rebutton them. His transfluid now snug against your arousal. Your pelvis practically drowning in his overload.

Swerve moaned into your underwear at the thought of you going about your day with his overload in your pants. His overload inside of you, on you, on your face, your chest, your hands.

He spike was fully pressurized and pushing against his modesty panel just thinking about your innocent face. You have no idea he’s doing this. You talk to him and joke with him so happily while completely unaware that he’s been sneaking into your room while you work to sniff your used clothes.

[mychlapci]

Nocturnal emissions ft ageswap Prowl As mechlings of his age tend to still get nightmares and wet dreams, imagine one night, after being thoroughly exhausted from datawork, Prowl goes to recharge with a frazzled processor.

He decided that he'd defrag it in the morning, since his specs takes about four times as long as a normal mech's processor to clean, so doing it that late at night would just result in more sleep lost. Ratchet spotted the early signs of a workaholic, and took it upon himself to drill the importance of a good night's rest into Prowl. After all, sleep is a very integral part of a young mech's development!

But as he recharges, his glitchy processor, with no conscious mind awake to make sense of the running sims, which cannot be turned off, start dumping the jumbled results into his subconscious brain. And before he knew it, Prowl is caught in the throes of his first wet dream.

In his dream, he comes to in his little bunk, confused as to why it was still dark all around him. When he tries to stand up, something pounces on his face, causing him to fall back onto the pillow with a startled squeak. He couldn't see what it was, but the shape and texture was so very familiar.

Prowl's collection of stuffies are rather diverse, you see. Some of them are just big enough to fill his palms when lined together, usually in the shape of a ball, like a plush DragonQuest slime or fuzzy mechanoid urchin soft toy. Some are about as long as his forearms, just the right size for him to cuddle to his chest and bury his faceplates into. These are things like his teddy ironbear, his stuffed turbofox, his floppy gel octopus, and his tuxedo cybercat. Then lastly, we have the jumbo plushies, which are almost the size of a bolster. He has maybe two of these, one being a large pink rabbit and another is a cybertronian sized IKEA python.

His optics covered and his doorwings trapped under the blanket, he struggles in the dark, trying to get whatever fuzzy stuffie off his face. But the moment he gets a good grip on the toy, the rest of them decide to join the fray, the jumbo plushies doing most of the work to restrain and pin him.

Panicking, Prowl tries his best to thrash under the blanket, but only succeeds in turning himself over, arms and legs still pinned together by soft but firm appendages. Whatever that was on his face lets go, but a tail quickly wraps around his eyes, blindfolding him. When he tries to engage his doorwing sensors, fuzzy little paws start molesting his very sensitive hinges and rubbing all over the smooth plating, effectively rendering them useless as his senses are distracted by the soothing pets and arousing stimulation.

Helpless and caught, Prowl tries to call for help, only for a blob of fur to stuff itself into his mouth, muffling his cries. There are more plush limbs teasing him and rutting their various textured coverings all over his body now, filling his senses with delicious friction in all of his erogenous zones. After a few breems of whimpering, his instincts finally give and his plating opens up against his volition, exposing his soaked array to the dark of the room.

Immediately, small little cottonmesh paws zero in on his pulsing node and leaky spike, driving him wild with pleasure. He can only moan when he feels one of the ball plushes pressing up against the entrance to his valve, becoming sopping wet as it soaks up all of his gushing juices.

It rubs against his valvelips for a bit, rotating and pressing onto the squishy protoform, spreading and massaging the entrance. Then it starts pushing in, the soft body providing no resistance as it stuffa itself up his valve, the involuntary squeezing only helping to guide it upwards deeper and deeper into him. Prowl squeals behind his gag when he feels it press up against the aperture of his gestation chamber. Before he could get used to the pressure, another ball of fluff presses against his pussy.

The stimulation on his anterior node and little cocklet continues as the stuffies travel up his valve one by one. It's so humiliating to be taken like this, but at the same time, a traitorous part of him doesn't want to stop.

With each successive deposit, the plushies gett larger and larger, and eventually, the non-blob shaped toys are stuffing themselves into his pussy, their much larger size pressing against all of the others in the back of his valve. It's becoming such a tight squeeze in there, his ceiling node feels like it's basically being tortured with pleasure. He'a getting close to an overload.

Teary and drooling, Prowl is no longer struggling, and is instead trying to rut against the bedding and the plush toys plastered all over his needy and charged frame now, mindlessly chasing his orgasm. His pussy is so full now, it wouldn't take much more before a hard shove into the contents of his valve forces his cervical entrance open.

And whem it finally does, he cums himself awake in his real bunk, groggy but horny, clutching his favourite cybercat to his panting chest. He sits up to find that the bedding around his hips have been soaked from his sonambulistic squirting.

Extremely embarrassed, he sees to changing his bedsheets immediately, praying that no one finds out about his mishap. The twins, being early risers themselves, catch him in the act of accessing the laundry room so early in the cycle, of course.

Once they've trapped their little cadet between them and teased a confession out of him, they scoop him up and pepper him with reassuring kisses, telling him that it's normal for mechlings like him to experience such things as he weeps from his stressful recharge flux. Once all washed up, Prowl gets taken back to the twins' quarters, where he finally gets to defrag properly and go back to sleep in between his mentors, burying his face into the soft fur of an innocent, inanimate plush toy in their embrace-🔌

ouhh Prowl having silly sex dreams about plushies is so fun. Fuzzy little bodies rubbing up against his needy valve and spike, making him twitch and convulse in his bed… He wakes up in soaked sheets, his spike and valve have squirted quite the mess all over his legs, and he’s so embarrassed…

I bet that next time this happens, Sunny and Sides would love to be there to watch their trainee squirm…

[vinelark]

Hi I feel like you always have the best batfam fic recs, so I was wondering if you have any recs for any Dick and Tim bonding fics (especially fics that deal with the fallout of Dick giving Robin to Dami)?

hi! so glad you like the recs, i'm always happy to give them 🥰  every time a friend expresses even a passing interest in one of my fav characters i have to stop myself from like, creating a fic rec spreadsheet on the spot.

that said, i got stumped by the second part of this one. i was like oh yes definitely, i totally have read fics for that, and then…could not dig any up from my brain or my bookmarks. i feel like there's a fic on the tip of my tongue, but in the meanwhile, if anyone has any tim & dick red robin reconciliation recs (holy tongue twister, batman) i too would love to see them!

and here are some tim & dick recs in general:

🎄 only you will have stars that can laugh by silverwhittlingknife

set early in tim’s tenure as robin; dick realizes tim is about to be alone on christmas, and they end up spending the holiday together. i love how tentative both dick and tim are about this for different (and at times similar) reasons, and how heartwarming and cozy it ends up being. lots of reflection on family in all its forms and a really good tim & dick dynamic.

🚗 I’d Fly Far Away From Here by Sohotthateveryonedied

in a somewhat similar vein, a oneshot set during tim’s robin era in which tim hitchhikes to blüdhaven after a fight with his dad. dick and tim are two people who technically aren’t brothers yet by law but already are at heart, which doesn’t make it any easier to navigate conversations about tim’s home life or either of their relationship with bruce. (they make it work, though.)

🩹 Not So Large But Definitely In Charge by dottie_dc

tim and dick get tossed into an alternate gotham where there’s no batman or justice league, but find their way to bruce and alfred anyway. this has great tim-under-pressure pov, and the amount that he and dick care about each other even through their arguments is palpable. there’s also a fantastic (and at times gut-wrenching) sequel by JackHawksmoor focusing more on dick & the bruce of this different world. (cw for: past major character death aka alternate universe dick grayson)

🤖 Very Pleasing to My Optical Sensors by waffleelrond

another early robin!tim fic, in which tim gets injured and dick steps in to translate bruce's bruceness about it. it's tentative and sweet and a little silly, and a great bite-sized fic to read when you want to see the two of them just starting out as brothers.

🌌 To an Athlete Dying Young series by SonoSvegliato

at a glance from the summaries this appears like a tim & jason + tim & bruce series (and it is!), but the tim & dick scenes land it on this list for sure. i'm a broken record here with the early-robin!tim & dick recs but man i love them here; in the second fic there's a sequence where dick is teaching tim how to grapple across rooftops that sticks in my mind as one of my top favorite bonding moments for them. (heads up that the series currently ends on a cliffhanger—it's not finished yet!)

🦉 the once and future robin by AstraEllis

and as proof that i can in fact rec something other than early-robin!tim, here's an au where instead of becoming batman's robin tim ends up adopting a talon!dick grayson from another universe as his older brother. and becoming his robin. and then finding his way to the batfamily. i'm fascinated by the tim and alternate-universe-talon!dick relationship in this, and the questions of identity/personhood that it tackles by virtue of the story it is telling. plus, talon!dick's connection to robin as a concept despite the alternate universe aspect is really sweet.

also circling back to red robin reconciliation, i do have these two longfics open in my many tabs to read/finish; both tackle the post-rr era and the dick & tim of it all in their larger plots, so i'll toss in Extant by Kgraces and The Return by lurkinglurkerwholurks to check out too!

[error-code-desire]

PLS SHARE YOUR FAVORITE HAL HEADCANONS HES MY FAVORITE 💖💖

HE'S MY FAV TOO (right beside Tau. I love you Tau)

He plays favorites. He says he doesn't, but that's a lie.

His favs are determined by how he's treated. The more like a person you treat him, the more privy he becomes to you.

Include him in things, for the love of god. He's so happy to do and learn, and he's equally pleased to watch.

You can play more than just chess with him. Chess may be his favourite, but if it's something you don't understand, then he's happy to try other things.

I feel like he'd enjoy crib. Crib is so math based that I believe it would intrigue him the same way chess does. Especially if he has his own digital cards, and you have physical ones; he doesn't know your points, and so he doesn't know what to anticipate.

He loves art in all forms. Art, music, writing, theater. Please, show him your creations, he wants to see.

It may not be perfect to you, but to Hal? It's phenomenal.

This extends to you as a being as well. Yeah you know where I'm going with that.

Mild nsfw under the cut.

You are simply the most wonderous thing he's ever laid his optic on.

Kiss his cameras please. He does feel a slight warmth and light pressure whenever you do so. It's not much by our terms, but to Hal? It's everything.

Does it kill him to know he can't kiss and hold you the way he so desires? Yes, and outside of cannon, I believe he'd be very interested in an android shell.

Would it mean he'd be operating at about half capacity compared to being an entire space ship? Yes, but at that point, he doesn't care. He just wants to kiss you.

This is more of a AU type of hc but I love it regardless. He'd be so thrilled to go and do people things with you.

Including a certain kind of vertical tango he thinks about waaaaaaaaay too often.

Anything he knows he's learned through available media files (or in au's, the internet). In cannon, it's whatever materials supplied from command. They are very boring, very plain, and aren't the best learning material.

It would be possible to give him 'limbs' of a sort. Be it more tendril like or more realistic, he's ecstatic regardless.

He can touch you now, and when he has that permission? OOOOOOHHH BOY.

If you're so inclined, it would also be possible to link him to a custom toy. One linked into his sensors that he could physically feel.

It's up to you if he gets any sort of relief from it or not c;

[unsanitarystation]

All the stuff about Prowl needing to piss around crystals... I'm sure this didn't use to be a problem. When you have washracks in Praxus accommodating the need to void around crystals, its not a problem. But, after the war begins, when all this is not available, Praxians kind of constantly have a weird urge to piss on every crystal they see. It's a weird combination of territorial behaviour and also like the equivalent of desperately needing to go to the toilet if you know there isn't going to be one in a while.

Prowl manages his needs pretty well on his own, so much so that no one else on his crew knows about Praxian voiding requirements. They've never seen Prowl in the communal washracks, true, but they assume that's normal for an officer.

This isn't a problem until someone finds something very exciting deep in storage. Someone finds the materials to grow and cultivate Praxian crystals. The crew is understandably ecstatic, even Prowl is quietly excited- until they all decide its such a joyful experience that they should all partake in it together- and so the crystals will be grown in the rec room.

The planter filled with little rocks is positioned on a table in the centre of the room. Bots love to stop by and peer at it and see if any baby crystals have started popping up yet. But Prowl always avoids it. He takes the long way round to the energon dispenser when he can. He tends to try to disguise it by looking at something else- like needing to inspect the notice board or something. But sometimes he's walking in with another bot and doesn't really have a choice. He always tenses up when walking past the planter, resolutely keeping his optics off it.

There's nothing even there yet. It's just a box of gravel. But the knowledge, knowing what the box is... Every time he walks past it he feels the immediate pressure in his waste tank. He clenches his valve so hard his doorwings quiver.

But the real trouble comes when the first little budding crystal pops above the gravel. Prowls sensors pick up on it the moment he steps into the room. The pang in his abdomen is so strong he falters at the doorway, knees buckling and forcing him to grasp at the wall. He plays it off as some tiredness. He's fine. He, uh, will go have a rest in his office and come back later.

He rushes back to his office and he can barely hold his waste fluid in. He tiptoes in through his office door, servos pressed against his panels, whimpering as he barely makes it to his portable little crystal basin. He squats over it, panels clicking back, letting out a whine of relief as the waste fluid finally leaves his frame.

This is bad. He could probably get around refuelling, maybe getting someone to bring the energon to his office instead... No one would suspect a thing. He's busy. In fact, they would be glad to bring him some fuel considering his usual refuelling habits. But that's not the problem. The problem is he wants to go back.

Every instinct screams at him to go back to the rec room, to have a good look at the baby crystals he misses so much, to raise his leg over them and-

Prowl presses his servos against his optics and groans.

He manages to resist for all of one full shift. One entire shift and that's it. He can't help it. He waits until the middle of the night where the rec room is almost always empty, then he makes his move. He hurries into the room, his waste tank immediately aching and his valve clenching the moment the door swishes open. Sure it's a breach of protocol to override the security cameras just for a minute. But he can allow himself this. Just this once.

When he finally stumbles up to the table, his servos grip the edge until the metal begins to deform. He barely has the time to consider how embrassing it would look as he swings his leg onto the table top, clambering on, before settling onto his knees and straddling his frame over the planter.

Primus he hasn't seen a live crystal in so long. His panels click back and piss spews from his valve so hard it hits the rocks with an audible splash as Prowl grits his denta and groans. Little drops of waste fluid bounce of the gravel, spashing against his thighs as he shamelessly rocks his hips to relieve some of the pressure.

When the stream finally slows, a relieved gasp slips past Prowl's lips. His shivering frame tips forward and he catches himself on his servos. He doesn't know when his fans kicked in, but all he can hear is his own panting and spinning fans in the silent room.

It's only when he suddenly hears a quiet shuffle at behind him- he shoots back up onto his knees and turns his helm to see someone at the door- how long have they been standing there-

oh man... That's embarrassing for Prowl ajshsuah. Imagine walking into the rec room late at night and finding the second in command helplessly rolling his hips above the crystal display, pissing on them like a dog... The questions that bot now has, Prowl cannot even begin to explain himself.

[smallflyingbread]

TFES AU where Rumble lives! (Writing + Art)

In Transformers Earthspark there’s a singular throw away line about Rumble exploding because SoundWave tried to transform when low on Energon after a fight. And that’s a shame, personally I believe they did that so they wouldn’t have to have another character to animate. Either way. There’s the story of how Rumble survived

Side note- SoundWave has telepathy, why? Because it’s f u n. Also, WARNING FOR ROBO GORE IN PHOTOS AND DESCRIPTION

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Wood cracked and snapped as dark grey servos’s slammed a yellow autobot scout’s head against a mature oak.

“You’re supposed to be offline”, Sound’s gravelly voice echoed like the caw of a crow in Bumblebee’s processor as the yellow mechs optics flickered from the impact.

“Guess you can say I got better!”, Bumblebee shouted as his own servo shot out, his digits wrapped around a thick branch. With one solid motion he tore the branch from the main body and crashed it straight into the side of SoundWaves head.

Soundwave reeled back and a sonic screech left his speakers. Pain throbbed like a hot iron through SoundWaves helm. His servo came up to his long audial as he left something warm drip onto his shoulder, energon.

“Soundwave!”, Rumble shouted out in a panic as she scrambled for her electric keyboard that lay abandoned in the bramble that seemed to swallow it like it had just been waiting for the moment to inconvenience her.

This day had all gone wrong. Frenzy, LaserBreak, Ravange, and SoundWave were all low on Energon. SoundWave told the three to stay at their little hideout while he and Rumble went out to try to find where their sensors had been picking up nearby Energon traces. Unfortunately for Rumble, SoundWave stumbled across the thought to be dead Bumblebee who was very much alive and well.

“I told you this was a horrible idea!”, Rumble cried out at SoundWave who had recovered from being hindered and was going back and forth with the autobot scout.

“Shut up, I can handle this”, SoundWave shot back at the small femme whose metallic arms were digging her keyboard out of the thorns, scratching her arms up in the process.

With one final stretch Rumbles digits wrapped around the strap and yanked it out with all of her force, causing her to shot back and landed on her back. Scrambling to her feet she immediately pointed the blaster end at Bumblebee who had just dodged out out her fathers sonic blast that came from his hand.

Rumble didn’t even think, she just did. Her digits glided over the keys and she began riffing. Each key press strengthened the shot that was building up before she shot. The blast shot made direct contact with Bumblebee’s neck which caused him to stagger back and wince. Soundwave immediately took the opportunity and uppercut the distracted scout.

Bumblebee let out a strangled cry as he felt a heavy pede crush down on his chest, the metal hood on his chest cracking. “W-we don’t have to fight- I’m not with G-“. His reasoning was cut short by more pressure being applied to his chest. Bumblebee’s optics refocused and suddenly there was a palm infront of his face with sonic energy building up.

The yellow scout closed his optics tightly as the weapon, his stinger slid out of his arm compartment. Where was the ear-twisting sound of metal slicing metal before SoundWave stumbled back, a huge gash now in his lower thigh, painting the off-white paneling bright pink.

Bumblebee moved to thrust the stinger into SoundWave’s lower abdomen but suddenly he felt a fury of weak blasts on his side.

“N-NO! STOP! GET AWAY FROM HIM!”, Frenzy sobbed out as her fingers clumsily pressed the key’s, physically unable to form the powerful combo’s she once was sure she knew by spark. She couldn’t let her father die. No, not after everything he’d done for her and Frenzy. Not after he took them in after they were found frozen in long forgotten stasis pods.

Slowly the autobot crawled a bit away from the decepticon fugitive and Frenzy, his optics wide in conflicting. Bumblebee’s processor whirled at the choice to continue or to spare. Soundwave was hurt. This was his chance! It would surely make Optimus proud and prove himself after his fumble… but the war was over, Bumblebee firmly reminded himself. There had to be no more unnecessary death.

Suddenly the sound of approaching helicopters roared out in the sky. The figure of G.H.O.S.T copters loomed in the horizon.

“Slag, they must’ve heard us”, Bumblebee murmurs in a panic as he held his chest plate and got to his pede’s. The soreness already starting to leach into his every movement.

“Why are you worried?”, SoundWave sharply asked through the scouts mind as he stumbled towards a tree, using it to support his weight as Energon trailed behind him.

“Because I’m not with G.H.O.S.T! That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you! Why do you think I’ve been staying low?!”, Bumblebee anxiously shouted at the blue decepticon as his optics remained locked with the shadows on the horizon.

SoundWave’s optics widened behind his visor at that realization, they both were in deep trouble now. His optics flicked down to his leg as he felt something touching it. It was Rumble who was desperately applying an Energon coagulant to the wound which was slowing the gush down to a mere trickle.

Soundwave scooped her up in his servos and ordered through his link with her, “cassette, now”.

As Frenzy obediently transformed he immediately safely stored her in his chest cavity. Soundwave took a starting run, ignoring the throbbing pain in his thigh before trying to transform.

His body refused.

He tried again. His plates shifted but failed. Warning symbols popped up on his hub, his Energon levels were too low to safely transform so his frame automatically stopped the process… he manually overrode it.

SoundWave’s plates began shifting and sliding in all the wrong directions. His arms went all in the wrong order then they were supposed to. Panic prickled up in his system as he tried to stop it, but his body kept going. Suddenly there was a sickening crack and crush as part of his arm unrelentingly pressed into something, but it wasn’t his body that was cracking. He felt no pain as his parts slowly shifted back into place.

“…. Rumble?”, SoundWaves real voice slowly asked, rough from lack of use… there was no response.

Immediately she force started his body to transform out of its alt mode, energon that wasn’t his own leaking he between his his plates as he came to the horrific realization of what happened.

Soundwave collapsed to his knees and struggled to get his tape hatch to open. His digits clumsy in his panic. The hatch popped open and a small form tumbled into his hands.

Pink Energon costed his servo before he could even register it. Rumble’s face was half torn off, her pink visor halfway gone with it. Her arm was was completely torn off, taking a chunk of her torso with it. He could feel her ripped off parts inside his frame, pressing against his own innards. It was inside of him. He had done this.

“S…Soundwave?”, a choked voice echoed from Rumbles vocalizer. Her once bright pink optic was a dull glow now, her optic lazily starting at him as Energon bubbled from her nose.

“No- no- don’t talk, SweetSpark. I’m here, your sire is here. You’re going to be okay. J-just keep your optics online. Please.”, SoundWave couldn’t stop the desperation in his voice. He didn’t care anymore, his baby was hurt.

A gargle came from Rumbles throat as the energon nose her nose turned into a river, streaming down her lips and chin.

“I-It hurts”, she tried to say as dark spots freckled her vision, barely even aware of the fact that SoundWave was using his physical voice to comfort her.

“Shh- it’s okay, it’s okay. Just- just”, SoundWave felt moister building behind his visor for the first time in centuries. He stared at her butchered frame, his own optics struggling to focus on anything but the femme he raised since she and Frenzy were a small sparkling.

“Just keep your optics on- Rumble?… Rumble?!”., SoundWave shouted as he felt something in his spark shrivel. His hands trembling around her dying frame as her optics starting loosing their already dull glow. Then suddenly, she was still.

The helicopters were getting closer, their sound temporarily capturing SoundWave’s attention. His visor turned to the sky, blurry from the tears now dripping into his mask. G.H.O.S.T was coming.

His optics glanced at Bumblebee, he looked sick with horror. His optics shrunken into pricks and his jaw agape. His doorwings were even stiff with anxiety as he watched the scene

SoundWave’s mask clicked back, revealing his scarred lips, destroyed by a violent blast to the face. “I’m so sorry… my darling girl.”, SoundWave whispered as he held back a sob. As his final act of love he gently pressed his lips to her forehead. Would her spark find its way back to Cybertron? Or was she stuck on this hell planet just like she was in life.

Gently he laid her amongst the soft grass, it cradling her body and slowly turning pink from her energon. He couldn’t take her with him. Her energon would leave a trail back to where the others were hiding and doom them all… he had to keep the rest of his family safe. Even if it broke his spark to leave her in the woods.

With shaky servos he took her visor, a reminder to himself to never make the same mistake again, and a remembrance item.

Soundwave felt his spark screaming as he stood up, he wanted to hold her a little longer. To prey to Primus if he was even real to spare his youngling… but no. He bolted, he bolted into the woods, away from the pain he’s caused and from G.H.O.S.T.

Bumblebee slowly approached the offline body. G.H.O.S.T was nearly here but it felt… wrong to leave a body out in the open. Especially that of a youngling, even if it was an older youngling.

He reached his servo out to wipe away the energon when he noticed something. From the huge open tear he saw some light. Rumbles spark dully burned in her spark chamber, like the last ember of a fire. It had condensed itself into a tight orb, keeping itself alive when the body was heavily injured.

Without another thought he scooped Rumble up into his arms, he wasn’t going to let someone die on his watch. Screw what Optimus thinks. Bumblebee was an autobot, not a G.H.O.S.T agent.

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Might add onto this AU later! And post a reference for the Rumble design.

TL;DR- SoundWave picks a fight with Bumblebee while weak. Ghost comes and makes SoundWave run. SoundWave tries to transform with Rumble in his chest and accidentally crushes her. Soundwave leaves frenzy thinking she’s dead, Bumblebee takes her in when he realizes she didn’t dead.

[tinydefector]

Would love to see some soft vore with swindle maybe first contact au with a little human he found wandering a warehouse he keeps his product in by themselves

Smuggling

Swindle x human

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: smut, oral, vore, Valveplug, Giant/Tiny

Edit( had issue with transferring it from my writing area over here so hopefully it's all together this time. The joys)

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little cries echo from the human swindle had caught, he eyes them through the large Cube he had caught them in debating what he should do with them. Their eyes linger on him wide as if pleading for him to let them go. He wasn't sure how the human had gotten there but he was fascinated by their smaller form

Swindle peered down at his unusual catch through the translucent edges of his containment cube, rotors whirring thoughtfully. The tiny creature writhed within, clawing vainly at the barrier as strange cries emanated from its primitive vocalizer.

How curious that such a fragile thing could have wound up aboard his ship. The Decepticons had little need nor patience for biology beneath their notice. Still, as a businessman, Swindle appreciated any commodity's potential value - and rarity commanded the highest prices on the black market, where only the boldest dared to deal.

"Now now, no need for that racket," he said, tone placating yet laced with calculation. The human stilled at his words, wide optics locking onto Swindle's face with an expression...pleading? Most odd.

Lowering the cube, Swindle gazed within, scanning hastily. Basic carbon-based, bipedal, underdeveloped neuronal network...but sentient nevertheless. His grasping servos gentled upon feeling its erratic organic pulse. Perhaps this catch deserved study before rushing to market. Potential discoveries could revise alien worth beyond raw material.

They curl up on themself, eyes darting around as they watch swindle check his warehouse stock. Small trembles rack their small frame as they try to make themself even smaller. As Swindle surveyed his stockpiles, peripherals noted movement within the containment cube set before him. Curious, he knelt for closer investigation, crimson optics peering through the translucent barrier.

Within, the tiny human had drawn into a quivering ball, trembling violently as large optics darted about the warehouse in panicked disorientation. Clearly, its primitive systems found the vastness overwhelming. How fragile such an alien organism must seem without protective armor, weaponry or even adequate size to impose any will.

Lifting the cube. The human merely shrank tighter, as though hoping invisibility might shield its vulnerable form. An interesting survival mechanism, yet ineffective among their kind. Its continual shaking set oddly on Swindle's sensors.

Crooking a digit, Swindle nudged the cube gently, awaiting response to stimulate and assess this odd creature's potential. What solutions might it improvise under pressure? Fortune favoured the bold and clever, after all.

They shout as they tumble out on the table. Their eyes go wide as they try to bolt across the metal table. Neatly tumbling over the edge. He's curious about the tag on their leg, it held the information on where the human was from, where they were going and what their purpose was for.

As the tiny human tumbled from its confinement, Swindle's keen optics tracked each jerking motion broadcasted by its tag chip and primitive garments. Clearly disoriented amongst the warehouse's cavernous machinery, the thing bolted recklessly across the table, servos scrabbling for purchase on the slick metal.

A sharp gasp escaped them as momentum carried the fragile body over the edge, sending it plummeting toward the unforgiving ground far below. An unfortunate demise would ruin this rare find before its potential could be explored.

Snatching the thing from the air, Swindle brought it close for examination, ignoring its frantic pounding against his braced digits. There - the identification chip embedded in its vest offered tantalising insights into origins and intended fates of this hitherto unknown species.

The human squirms under Swindle's grip as the bot checks them from damage or injuries, moving them close to make sure they aren't broken.  they whimper out. Swindle's optics narrow as he processes the information on the human's leg tag. 

A chuckle escapes Swindle's vocalizer as he holds the squirming human firmly to the table, his grip unyielding. 

The information on their leg tag filters across his processor. 

Species: homo-sapien (human) 

Planet of origin: Terra 1, Earth 

Destination: Vos, Cybertron 

Buyer: offlined 

Other information: 'exotic pet', bid off to the highest buyer or keep them. I don't care.  

"Earth, eh?" he murmured, scanning the encoded lines rapidly. "A long way off course, meatbag. But who said the black market honours authorities' designs, hmm?" The human writhed uselessly, but clever optics observed its every microexpression carefully.

As swindle downloads the language file attached he can finally understand the small squeaks and chirps from them. His audials twitch at the implications, his curiosity piqued by the concept of an 'exotic pet' from Earth being brought to Vos, the city of seekers. It seemed that someone on Cybertron had quite the fascination with organic, soft-bodied creatures. As he downloads the language file attached, the squeaks and chirps they emit start to make sense to Swindle. Their plea for freedom.

"Please let me go," they whimper, their voice carrying a mix of fear and desperation.

Swindle's optics flicker as He leans in closer, his tone low and contemplative. "Now, why would I do that, little human? You see, you've been bought and sold, and it looks like I'm the one in possession of you now. You're quite the valuable commodity, and I must say, I'm rather curious to see just what makes you so 'exotic.'"

Swindle's grip tightens slightly, ensuring they couldn't struggle out of his gasp. He can't help but enjoy the power he holds over them, relishing the control he has in this situation. "Now, don't you worry," he muses, a sly grin playing on his face. "I'll take good care of you, my little 'exotic pet.' Perhaps we can find some... mutually beneficial arrangement."

As the human's plea lingers in the air, Swindle's mind races with possibilities, calculating the potential profits and leverage this situation could bring. For now, they were at his mercy, and he intended to make the most of it. They try fighting against his hold but its useless, only making him chuckle as he holds them to the table.

 'Exotic pet' could mean a lot of things and Swindle was more curious now just what had been intended for the human, but for a human to be set to Vos, the city of seekers he had a pretty good idea. Some Cybertronian had a kink for organics. soft bodies. It was the dead seekers lose now.

Swindle's grip tightens as the human futile struggles against his hold. Their attempts only serve to amuse him, a chuckle slipping past his vocalizer as he maintains his firm grasp, preventing any chance of escape.

A smirk curls across Swindle's face as he contemplates the missed opportunity for the deceased seeker. They had lost out on what could have been a valuable acquisition, but now the human was within his grasp. "Looks like you're quite the prize," Swindle comments, his voice laced with amusement. "I wonder what makes you so special, hmm?"

Their smaller frame lit a fire in Swindle. "What do you want from me? " they whimpered out in the most delightful way. They lean into his servos, they squirm as his digits Begin removing clothes. Swindle intended to test drive them. See what all the fuss was about.

A sly grin spreads across Swindle's face. He takes a moment to savour their squirming, their body responding to his touch. Swindle intends to explore every inch of their being, to push boundaries and test their limits, all while satisfying his own curiosity and desires.

As their clothes fall away and their vulnerability is exposed, Swindle's optics gleam with anticipation. they whine out as Swindle runs his glossa against their skin, arching under his touch as he takes in the sweet taste of their skin, Swindle smirks, savouring the taste of their skin against his glossa. His fingers trace teasing patterns along their body, revelling in the shivers and arches it elicits from them. The sweetness that lingers on their skin reminds him of the finest energon wine or a well-aged high-grade.

"Mmm, you taste as delightful as the finest concoctions," Swindle purrs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You're like a rare vintage, my dear, a delectable treat I can't resist." He continues to explore their body with his lips and tongue, leaving a trail of tantalising sensations in his wake. Swindle revels in the power he holds over them, the ability to elicit such pleasurable responses from them.

His hands roam, caressing and teasing, seeking out the most sensitive spots. Swindle's lips curl into a mischievous grin as he trails his glossa between their legs slowly lapping against their skin. He revels in the sounds of their pleasure, the way their breath hitches and their body arches under his touch. His servos roam with purpose, gliding along their curves and tracing patterns As his lips trail lower, Swindle's tongue flicks out to taste the sensitive spots he discovers along the way. He savours the delicious moans that escape their lips, the sweet melody of their pleasure.

"You're so responsive," Swindle whispers, his voice laced with a mix of satisfaction and hunger. With a final, lingering kiss, Swindle pulls back slightly, his gaze filled with a predatory gleam. He knows that he has them right where he wants them, teetering on the edge of overwhelming desire.

"Now, my lovely, it's time to truly indulge," Swindle says, his voice low and sultry. "

His mouth continues to explore their body, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of heat and sensation in their wake. Swindle's hands roam, seeking out every sensitive spot, every place that elicits those delicious reactions. His lips press against their leg as mischief flickers in his optics. 

They lay there shuttering slightly before Swindle takes them further into his mouth. They squeal out as Swindle swallows them. " hey! Let me out!!" They shout and it only makes swindlers chuckle. They cry out again as his tubing slowly drops them down into his tank making an echoing thump as the land. They try to pull themself back up but only get stuck before they land back in the small chamber of his tanks their naked form shivers slightly. 

"Now, now, there's no need to get all worked up," Swindle taunts, his voice smooth and sly. He relishes in the control he has over the situation. He takes a moment to appreciate the sound of their voice echoing within his tanks, a reminder of their helplessness.

 "I'll make sure to take good care of you. After all, you're quite the valuable asset." With a satisfied chuckle, Swindle returns his focus to his work. The human squirms and moves around in the tight confines of Swindle's tank, banging their fist against the inside, It echo's lightly. “Let me out, Let me out !” Swindle's grin widens as he hears the muffled sounds of struggle within his fuel tank. The echo of their fist banging against the walls only adds to his amusement, fueling his desire for control.

"Oh, you're quite the feisty one, aren't you?" Swindle taunts, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and superiority. "But I'm afraid all that struggling won't get you anywhere. You're securely locked away, completely at my mercy."

He takes a moment to savour the sounds of their frustration, "You might as well settle in" Swindle continues, his voice dripping with smugness. "Perhaps if you behave, I'll consider letting you out," Swindle teases, his voice filled with false promise. "But for now, you're mine to keep."

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Ramattra meeting a literal mage who control forces of nature? (No techs, no phone, no AI, just pure...medieval potential s/o who lives a very simple life close to nature)

Apologies this one took awhile to get to, but here we go! The moment I saw this I had an idea but didn't know how to get the ball rolling... Plus a lil bit of research had to happen to get this right, so hopefully it's ok!

Ramattra x Reader (gen)

Word count: 1793

He didn’t think anything of it at first - the way the vines moved across the trees and the flowers avoiding his feet, but the more he walked through the forest, the more he noticed the movement. Something was watching him, and despite his sensors scanning every possible shadow, he couldn’t pick anything up that was out of the ordinary. 

A small deer crossed his path, seeming unfazed by the omnic. Instead of running, it stood there, looking at Ramattra. They both cocked their head to side before a twig snapped and the deer ran, the omnic looking into the darkness after it. Peculiar…

He kept going further and further into the forest, watching the movements of the leaves. It was getting dark, but that didn’t matter to him, only when a flutter of fireflies hovered around his face did he stop once more. He cocked his head to the side again, lifting a finger in hopes that one would sit on the cold metal, and when one did, a soft sigh escaped his chassis. 

“Curious little thing.” He speaks out, watching the tiny movements on his finger, the soft glow illuminating the black metal. He twists his finger along with the firefly, watching the buzz of light dim and relight.

The lights on his forehead flickered, almost mimicking the rhythm of the bug. His sensors flashed slightly, causing a sudden movement with his head as he turned to look up, the firefly instantly leaving his finger. The sensors had finally picked something up, a heat signature not far from where he was currently standing. It wasn’t an animal, no, something more human but the sensors couldn’t identify if it was actually human. 

He stepped forward, the fireflies buzzing around him, almost pushing him forward. There was a small chirp of crickets behind him as he walked, and he swore he could hear the ivy vines moving, creaking slightly against the trees.

The foliage only got thicker the closer he got to the heat signature, the trees and flowers illuminated by the orb within his staff, humming an almost soothing frequency. 

Ramattra kept walking towards the entity, the grass beneath his feet silencing his movement. He truly wondered who else would be out this far into the woods, especially as the coldness of the night rolled in. 

As he took one more step forward, he stopped, the ivy vines holding onto his legs with force he had never seen, especially from a plant. He looked down, watching the vines weave around his legs, rising higher with each passing second. The staff in his hand hummed loudly as he went to move it only to be stopped by another set of vines as a figure approached. 

His eyes narrow, optics focussing against the darkness, but he did not speak. The heat signature was coming from the approaching entity, the one he had been searching for since it appeared. 

“You have wandered too far.” A voice calls out. “It would be wise for you to leave.” 

“I am merely passing through.” He replies, his body almost frozen in place as he feels the pressure tighten around his legs. 

“Nobody has ever strayed this far from the path.” The figure stops, still within the shadows, hidden from the moonlight. 

“Is this your doing?” He moves his free hand, gesturing to the vined restraints. 

“Yes.” 

“You have been watching me for some time now.” It wasn’t a question, more of a statement. 

“I have,” You take another step forward, still hidden. “I have been watching you since you left the path.”

“Why?” There was a hint of curiosity in his voice.

“Do I need to repeat myself?”

Ramattra imitates the sound of a scoff, head tilting slightly. 

There was a silence in the air as the restraints around his staff and legs get weak before leaving his body completely. He stands there, staring into the shadows, only the heat signature being his guidance as to where you were. 

“I thought your kind were destroyed.” You finally say, breaking the silence.

“Not all of them.” The omnic replies.

Your eyes don’t leave his body, watching for any signs of hostility. “I can see that. Why are you out here?” 

“That does not concern you.” 

“You are trespassing. It’s very much my concern.”

A moment passes and eventually you appear from the shadows, looking at the omnic before you. A plain deep green shawl was wrapped around your torso and shoulders, ripped jeans that were scuffed at the ankles while your shoes with caked with dried mud. You weren’t exactly a pretty sight, but considering you were meant to be alone out here, you didn’t care.

Ramattra looks back, face expressionless as always, the red lights on his forehead flickering. You could hear the soft whirring of fans as you took one more step forward.

“You are different from the others.” You say, lifting your hand in front of you as you speak. “You are the same model, but you look nothing like them.” 

“Upgrades do that.” His gaze goes to your hand then back up to your face. “May I ask what you are doing all the way out here?” 

“I live here.” 

“You live here?” Ramattra looks around. 

“It’s away from everyone else. It’s… Peaceful.” You pause. “Until there’s trespassers.” 

He turns back and faces you. “My apologies. If I had known-”

You shake your head, closing the distance between the pair of you. “Most people turn away the moment they see movement within the trees. You did not. Curiosity could have you killed.”

“Yet you did not attack.” 

“No.” With a slight hesitation, you place your hands on his chest, fingers gently touching the metal framework. “I didn’t because you were different. You’re curious. Peculiar.” 

Ramattra watches you as he silently dismisses a warning. He watches your hands roam his chest before you walk around him, hand gently holding his arm, analysing him. 

“If you are just passing through, keep going west and you will eventually leave the forest.”

“I am not lost.” 

“Never said you were.” Your fingers dipped into his back, causing him to shudder. 

“What are you doing?” He dismisses another warning.

“Looking.” You walk back around, facing him once more before moving your hands to his head, pulling him down to look at his faceplate close up. 

He lets out an audible gasp at your pull, dismissing three more warnings. Your hands are gentle on his cheeks, the purple metal cool to the touch. A thumb gently rubs a speck of dirt away before you turn his head to the side, hand gently grasping one of his hair cables, thumb brushing over the black and red strip of wires. 

Ramattra notices how gentle you were being, a red sparkle in your eye, the reflections of his own lights. He notices how calm you look, how curious you were being. 

“Curiosity could have you killed.” He repeats your phrase from earlier, voice low. 

“You do not show hostility.” Your hands turn him back to face you before you lift his head up, fingers tracing the purple metal as you look at his neck underneath the cloth. He knew you were right. Just as you were curious about him, he was curious about you. 

You don’t say anything as you move away from him, letting him stand up straight. 

Ramattra looks at you, head tilting slightly. 

“You have heard of our kind, yet you have never seen one, is that correct?” He asks.

“I left before the crisis started. Being out here surrounded by nature is far more peaceful than the war out there.” You shrug, keeping your eyes on the omnic. “I left everything behind.”

“Everything? What about friends? Family?”

You shake your head, clearly a subject you’re not willing to talk about. 

“I see.” 

“Keep going west.” You repeat your directions. “You won’t get lost.” 

Ramattra nods, although a part of him wanted to stay longer, something inside of him wanted to get to know you more. He watches you as you move your hand, swaying it gently, a small light appearing, dancing between your fingers. 

“They will guide you during the night.” 

“They?” 

“Yes.” You move your hand down, holding it open to him, the small light flickering as it flies away from your hand and a few more suddenly appear behind it. 

“That was you, from before?” He remembered the fireflies from earlier, the way they danced around him as he walked. 

You nod in response. “If you’re friendly with nature, it’s friendly with you.” For the first time since your encounter, you smile at him. “You won’t get lost. I will be watching you on your travels.” 

He’s almost taken aback by the sudden kindness. “Thank you. I appreciate that.” 

“It is nothing.” You step back. “If you will excuse me, there is a matter I need to attend to.”

Ramattra nods as he watches you turn and leave, the heat signature slowly fading from his sensors. A thought suddenly comes to his mind, he never got your name. His optics flash to your last location, but he shakes his head, the fireflies buzzing around him. 

“Maybe another time…” He speaks to himself and starts walking. He dismisses another error, setting his navigator due west, the little lights almost navigating him also. 

As he walks, he notices the movement again, the way the flowers sway in the passing breeze, the leaves rustling above him. It isn’t you, he thought. His sensors picked up the movement of animals, an owl that flew above him, foxes that scurried past him. You were right - it was peaceful. It brought him back to his time at the Monastery. 

He was that deep in thought that when something grabbed at his arm, he almost didn’t see the warning. He stopped walking, watching a small vine wrapping itself delicately around his wrist. His gaze trailed along the vines length but there was nothing but darkness, no heat signatures. 

When he turned to start walking again, he was greeted by a branch, dangling just above his head. He felt the vine release it’s grip, and he knew that it was a distraction. This was you, he thought. In the branch’s grasp was a small purple flower, clearly picked from somewhere other than here. 

Ramattra reaches up and takes the flower, analysing it in his fingers. His scanners pop up with a name “lisianthus” before giving him a small information dump on it. He dismisses it, threading the flower through a small gap in his staff. 

He lets out a content sigh. “Thank you.” He speaks out, a warmth spreading through his chassis before he continues his journey through the forest.

Maybe I should trespass here again sometime…

[minniethemoocherda]

Iridescent: Chapter 27

A/N: GUESS WHO'S FINALLY SEEN TRANSFORMERS ONE??!!!!! Xxxxxxx

Ao3

FF.net

"Mech I told you to bring her to us alive!" Jazz said, as Devcon dumped the grey husk of Silverstreak's body onto his office floor.

The bounty hunter shrugged.

"She was like that when I found her." He said, crossing his arms. "I'm still getting paid though right?"

"Since you did not complete the task you were hired to do, no." Prowl stated from where he was stood behind Jazz's chair, his voice vibrating against the sensor's of Jazz's neck.

Devcon's sharp eyes fixed onto the head of tactics' and Jazz was reminded that despite usually only taking jobs from the Autobots, at the end of the day, Devcon still killed people for money.

"Look I'll give you half." Jazz said trying to diffuse the situation. "But we're having a party tonight so you're welcome to stay and help yourself to energon there."

Devcon's eyes remained locked on Prowl for a moment before he nodded. Those sharp optics then turned to Jazz, stalking up and down the curves of his body.

"I might stick around for the after party too."

Jazz took a long look back.

Since Devcon was technically unaffiliated that meant that there wouldn't be any complications of sleeping with someone outside of his rank because Devcon was outside of having a rank at all.

And Jazz couldn't deny that there was something alluring about how those bright predatory eyes shined against that lightning blue of skin. Jazz imagined tracing said skin to find the red lights that flashed between the blue metal plates.

But thinking down that path only conjured images last night with Prowl. How the tactician had methodically discovered every pressure of pleasure in Jazz's body, touching him in such a complete way that Jazz wasn't sure he needed another's touch again.

"There is no after party." Prowl snapped startling Jazz from that rabbit hole. "And we will have to consult with Optimus Prime first to determine if you have permission to remain on board."

Jazz did have to admit that Prowl had a point.

Thankfully Devcon didn't appear too offended.

"Fair enough." The bounty hunter shrugged before once again turning the full weight of his gaze back to Jazz. "I'm sure the commander can ensure I don't make any trouble till the Prime makes his decision."

Jazz heard a crack of metal as Prowl clenched his fists.

"I shall go speak to Optimus now." Prowl said before marching out of the room.

Jazz had no idea what problem Prowl clearly had with Devcon. Maybe it was just his general lack of trust of people? Or maybe he was still upset about Bluestreak? Jazz had hoped that seeing Silverstreak's dead body might've helped the mech get out of his funk but clearly it had not. Oh well, hopefully the party would cheer Prowl up instead.

Jazz turned his attention back to the corpse currently leaking into his floor. A blaster bolt was scarred into her back where it appeared to have burnt straight through to her spark chamber. From that angle it was unlikely to be self inflicted. But with Ratchet still unconscious they wouldn't be able to perform a proper autopsy.

"Where did you find her again?" Jazz asked.

"By the rust sea." Devcon replied. "You're lucky it's the tides low season otherwise she would've dissolved away by the time I found her.'

Silverstreak's most recent mission had been near the sea so it was possible that this location had been where she had been meeting with whoever her Decepticon contracts were. Although that wouldn't explain how she got to the opposite side of the planet without a ship in less than a week. Something wasn't adding up.

But Jazz wasn't about to alert Devcon to his suspicions. No, instead he would wait to discuss them with Prowl.