#RID Fracture

[deepfriedhopesanddreams]

Steeljaw's pack cookies

[sibilans]

do they interact in canon? no. should have they? yes. case in point ^^ also read my business dads fic

sketch under cut

[asimp4bee]

So I was wondering if you can still do drawing request? if so, I was wondering if you could draw Fracture from TFRID15, he's my fav con and he's I would say underrated. its okay if you don't want to. :)

I like how the ‘Cons look in RiD15, their designs are so gooooodd

[anony-man]

Two very good requests for Fracture here, so I went ahead and combined them. Enjoy!

Chubformers drabble #141!

Characters: Fracture & Drift (RiD)

Word count: 1.1k

When did the hunter ever become the hunted, exactly? Never… except for this once, and as he would have expected, Fracture hated every second. For a mech whose specialties often, if not always, lied in his ability to outsmart the smartest and turn the situation over into his favor, this particular predicament was pretty embarrassing.

Fracture was smart, but so was Drift. He was skilled, and he was cunning, but then again, so was Drift. Falling for his own well-laid traps hadn’t been at the top of his list of expectations or wants in any capacity, but when in the heat of the battle against your self-appointed sworn enemy, things often had a higher chance of going terribly, terribly wrong. Blame it on the bounty hunter’s need to assert his superiority in the fight if you had to, but better yet, blame it on Drift’s uncanny ability to swipe poor Fracture’s pedes out from underneath him like he had today. Fracture was good, but apparently Drift was better… and that’s what made him dangerous.

Rolling with the bad guys meant flaky teammates and fending for himself more often than not, but being left stranded at the mercy of the Autobots wasn’t what Fracture was expecting. Drift had worn him down rather quickly, and thus, it was less of a surprise and more a disappointment that he sidestepped himself into his own trap and ended up tied in knots upon knots and kneeling at the swordsmech’s pedes. It was a shameful way to end what had been a rather pitiful fight to begin with, but there was still time to turn the tables. At least, he hoped.

“Isn’t this a surprise,” Fracture grumbled, masking the way his vents flared with every intake as he fought to catch his breath with squirming against the ties binding him. “About time I let you win, huh, Drift?”

He hadn’t been going easy on the big bot, but he wasn’t about to admit to struggling under pressure, either. He was just—well, it was just… it was an off-day, that was it. Granted, Drift didn’t seem to care much, and he certainly didn’t seem convinced, either.

The swordsmech had also taken a knee, and he sat silently in front of Fracture, seemingly content to listen to the onslaught of complaints and observe the struggle. In Fracture’s optics, it was far worse than the haughty back-and-forth they usually shared during all out brawls, and he didn’t like it one bit. A silent Drift meant a thinking Drift, and a thinking Drift had to mean bad things were in store for him. For once since succumbing to his own well-laid trap, Fracture fell still.

“Well?” he said, rearing his helm forward as his arms and legs stayed bound beneath him. “Aren’t you going to say anything? Take me back as the ultimate bounty? Go on, now, rub it in.”

Ever still silent with a piercing gaze and his mouth set in a frown, Drift merely tilted his helm before finally offering some small semblance of a smile. Fracture was more than a little taken aback when the mech reached into his subspace and took out a fresh cube of energon.

“I’m afraid I wasn’t expecting you to be bested so easily,” the swordsmech said as he peeled the top away and settled down into a proper kneel, “but with so many chances to best you in the battlefield, I’ve begun to wonder… have you always been so thin?”

Getting caught in his own snare had been a surprise, but nothing beat this. Fracture wasn’t sure whether he should balk at Drift’s apparent long-running concern for his refueling habits or be offended by the fact that the very mech he’d sworn himself against was, in fact, now holding him hostage by his own work and stuffing him full of as much fuel as he could handle… and then some.

Drift had to have been joking when he said that. He had to have been making an attempt at catching Fracture off-guard for the final blow, or perhaps catching him unaware, but no. No, this seemed to have been his plan all along. There was no refusing to be allowed and no protests accepted as the swordsmech fed him until he could hardly breathe and kept on from there. This was intentional, one way or another, and Primus, when Fracture got out of this mess—

Through the ties strapped across his frame, Fracture felt his tanks gurgle and groan. It hadn’t taken long to max out his fuel capacity, but Drift showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.

He couldn’t understand why Drift was doing this in the first place, let alone why he’d fallen for it so easily. What had possessed him to come out here and face off with a big mech like him to begin with? It was like the old bounty hunter knew him better than he knew himself, and for a mech with Fracture’s reputation, that wasn’t a good thing.

“Mph—“ he tried to speak around the umpteenth cube shoved against his lips, only to whine in response to Drift gently tilting his helm forward to take it. “No more—no more…”

His belly was aching now, and his internals were screaming at him to stop, but Drift just kept pulling out one cube after another… and he kept feeding the poor mech one after another.

“Have you had your fill already?” Drift asked as he peeled the lid from another fresh cube. “If we compared the insatiable drive you have for putting a stop to my existence to your tolerance for a proper meal, I think you’d come up quite short, Fracture.”

Fracture tried to snap back with a nasty retort, but the only thing to come up at first was a gurgling bubble of air that he quickly swallowed down and an embarrassing whimper of shame that followed it. Drift took pity on him then, at least, and didn’t bother with pushing the next cube.

“Why—hic!—why the… change of spark?” he panted, his expression pained. “Thought you—mmph, hated me.”

Since starting to stuff the poor bounty hunter full, Drift’s smile never wavered. Even now, as he set the last cube aside and shook his helm, his amusement only seemed to grow.

“I suppose I get bored of going in circles,” he said. “And truly, it hasn’t been a fair fight between us in… oh, ages, I’d imagine. But enough talk of that—here, you have plenty left to drink.”

So then, he wasn’t to be tied up and taken hostage as Drift’s prize, but tied down and forced to be fed up on the sweet, sweet fuel his arch nemesis provided. Oh, how the tables had turned… and Fracture, for once, had been bested.

[jazzy-man13]

Hi! If it's okay to request/ask, could you do a scenario/headcanon of tfrid 2015, Steeljaw's pack, with human (gn! or f!) Reader? Romantic/Platonic

Human Reader's a cinnamon roll, and has the personality/backstory of Perrito from Puss in Boots movie. They're very motherly and therapy-like friend and also a Pacifist but can be passive-aggressive…

Steeljaw's pack x cinnamon roll gn human hcs

Grrrrr hello anon! Ty for the request, I hope this is what you were looking for- I can always do another if not 🫶(I haven't watched tfrid in a hot minute, hopefully I didn't forget anyone- lmao)

Steeljaw: He admires your ability to keep everyone in check in spite of your small size, though you're also slightly unnerving to him. How can you be so kind and patient after the life you've lived? He trusts you, but he'll also try to keep an eye on you, just in case.

Thunderhoof: To him, you're a pleasant change of pace compared to the rest of the group. Since you're so kind and relaxed, he often goes to you to unwind after a long day. Of course, in front of the others he'd treat you the same as everyone else, but when he's alone with you he's actually a pretty decent dude.

Fracture (+Divebomb & Airazor): He'd never admit it, but he's rather fond of you. Sometimes he worries about you since you're a pacifist, and he'll try to convince you to train with him and teach you some swordsmanship skills. As he sees your ability to keep people in check with your passive-aggressiveness, he slowly relaxes and doesnt bother you about training as much. His minicons, Divebomb and Airazor, are obsessed with you. They think you're amazing! They always try to grab your attention to play games with you while the others are on missions. You're like a parent to them, and Fracture only trusts you to watch over them when he can't take them on a mission.

Underbite: He tries to keep up his tough and intimidating reputation, but he's really just a big sweetheart. Underneath all that bulk is a golden retriever personality, and it shines around you. He'd die on the spot if anyone ever found out, but he loves playing catch with you. You always make sure that he gets enough metal to eat so he doesn't get distracted during missions, and his performance continues to improve thanks to you.

Clampdown: Whenever he gets in trouble with the others, which is often, he'll run to hide behind you. Your pleasant demeanor is usually able to calm the situation before someone loses their cool at him. The poor coward clings to you like glue, staying with you for protection.

[driver270]

Mini Mayhem II

[lunarfeat21]

Some silly fic skit abt everybot going nuts abt sparklings

Sparkling Shakedown

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Chapter one: Morning Interruptions

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The leftover shimmering of stars as the dark night sky had turned to a pale lavender gradient, the upcoming morning is here. The remnants of meteoroids flew by Denny’s scrapyard as their bright beautiful tails followed.

Especially one huge meteoroid that grew brighter and brighter as it flew over and crashed northwest of the scrapyard and into the nearby woods.

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In their little quarters somewhere in Denny’s scrapyard, it was particularly odd for Jetstorm, stirred as groggy optics fluttered. He could have sworn he heard a loud crash somewhere and glanced at Slipstream to see if he was also awakened by the noise. 

Slipstream is still asleep, but stirred as he too was awake by not the crash, but the activities outside their quarters. “What is going on?” croaked Slipstream as he rubbed his optics out of the sleepiness in them.

“I have no clue,” Jetstorm said as he jumped out of his makeshift and opened the intermodal container’s latch “but whatever the crash was also awakened them.”

The residents of the scrapyard slowly arrived at the Communications Center one by one as the chirps of various songbirds greet the warm summer air. Some members of the Bee Team yawned and stretched to draw the tiredness out, what in the world of Primes’ is going on?

“Grim,” Sideswipe yawned as he spoke to Grimlock as the dinobot arrived in the Center after him “maybe next time you could be careful with whatever you're doing.”

“It wasn’t me,” Grimlock said as he rubbed his optics to keep himself awake “I thought it was you or Strongarm doing something, I was asleep when that crash happened.”

“I was also asleep when the loud crash happened.” Came a grouchy Strongarm as she appeared behind the duo, optics ridden with a glare mixed with tiredness as she aggressively poked at Sideswipe’s chassis “I thought it was the punk doing dumb shenanigans to wake the scrapyard as a prank, like usual!”

“Was not!” Sideswipe scowled defendly as he returned the glare “I was in my quarters sleeping peacefully when that happened, I thought it was Grimlock.”

“Nope, wasn’t me.” Grimlock chimed.

Running to the Center, both Jetstorm and Slipstream met the others. “Did anyone hear the crash?” questioned Jetstorm as the giant trio acknowledged Drift’s minicons.

“Sure thing,” Grimlock said “it was really loud. What were you guys doing when that happened?”

“Both of us were asleep when the crash happened.” Jetstorm replied.

“And where were you guys too?” Slipstream said as he yawned.

“Asleep like the rest.” Strongarm answered, she too yawned.

“Same.” Sideswipe and Grimlock replied.

“Alright, what’s with the noise fellas.” A sleepy Bumblebee arrived with Drift, Denny, Fixit, and Russell in tow, with sleep written in their face as little bags under optics and eyes suggested.

“We heard a crash happened not long ago, Lieutenant.” Strongarm answered as she shook her helm to stay awake, it’s still early in her opinion. “I boldly assumed it was Sideswipe doing a prank, however, I found out that it wasn’t him or the others as they were asleep too.”

“And what were you guys doing when it happened?” Sideswipe yawned as he stretched.

“Like the rest, asleep.” Russell replied as the young human yawned.

“Denny, could it be possible if one of your antiques just fell off from somewhere?” Fixit glanced at Denny who was drifting back to sleep, only to snap awake.

“Huh, n-no. I always make sure nothing can go out of place and tighten stacked objects. Aside from crashing, I could have sworn I heard a loud roar overhead, like something from the sky before the crash.”

“Now do you mention it,” Bumblebee started as he think a bit of what Denny said “I do heard a roar, but what could possibly-”

A notification sounded off at the Center as Fixit made haste, clearly the blare had jump started their adrenaline. Now they had the energy unintentionally needed as Fixit madly typed down to see what the computer detected; “This is quite peculiar,” Fixit murmured as the Team drew closer.

“What do we got now, Fixit?” Bumblebee asked.

“And why so early.” muttered Sideswipe.

“The scanners detected Cybertronian technology at the northwest of the Scrapyard.” Fixit said as the computer projected the map of the Scrapyard, showing a dot at the northwest outside of the premises.

“So… whatever it is that caused the crash.” Bumblebee concluded.

“Exactly,” Fixit agreed as he read the diagnostics of the object in question “what interests me most is that the scanners also detected possible lifeforms in whatever served as their container.”

“Lifeforms? Do the scanners say what could possibly be Fixit?” Strongarm asked while glancing at the map.

“Not exactly,” the orange Minicon replied “looks like you guys had to retrieve it for further examination.”

“Alright team,” Bumblebee intoned triumphantly, like the many times before he and the rest transformed to their respective alt modes “Rev up and Roll out!”

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In the northwest of the woods, far, far, far up the huge hill he did sniff the dirt. Long pointed ears twitched at the slightest of noise, and yellow optics darted to every corner, Steeljaw was on the trail for his prize. He and his pack heard the crash some time ago and since tracked it to its site, now that he picked up a really faint smell, he will claim whatever it may be. If Thunderhoof and the rest weren’t so grouchy that the crash had stolen their ‘beauty’ sleep.

“Steeljaw, is this really necessary to drag the rest of us ta whatever that noise be.” Thunderhoof muttered at the Wolficon, tired optics seared at him on top of that.

At the mention of the noise, Steeljaw was upset that his needed rest was disrupted, needed sleep for planning and conquering Earth, but for whatever reason his spark commanded him to go to the source and trust himself. 

“You see dear brother,” Steeljaw spoke with charisma, paying no mind to explain the grumpy tractor moose as he entrapped the ex-boss with one servo around the shoulder plates “I get this ambitious feeling that the crash had brought something that is worth tracking.”

“And what does it even mean?” Clampdown nervously rejoined as to not upset his leader. The informant even shrank back a bit as Thunderhoof stared at him.

“An excellent question brother.” Unhanding Thunderhoof as Steeljaw, now speak to Clampdown regarding to his question “It means that whatever it was, we will use it for our goals of conquering this planet and make our Decepticon world paradise, a dream come true.”

“Oh…” the Crabicon recognized as Clampdown, slowly inched away from Steeljaw, chuckling nervously while Steeljaw confidently giggled; then to full blown laughter. 

Thunderhoof, Fracture, Underbite, and Quilfire had various reactions, but think the same when glancing one to another. The group collectively believe that the crash caused Steeljaw to be a bit… loose in the helm, to say the least.

The laughter ceased when Steeljaw’s ears perked up, signaling that the Wolficon detected whatever he heard. He heard something huge traversing through the woods they’re in, the roar of engines from vehicles and their tires crushing the dead vegetation. Steeljaw bared his sharp denta as he hissed at his Pack “Someone’s coming! Hide right now!”

The Pack wasted no time as they shifted to their alt modes and hit the gas to where they came from, much to Steeljaw’s frustration as he too transformed and followed suit while four vehicles arrived at their designation; not even the vehicles saw Steeljaw or his Pack leaving the area.

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“This is where the signal came from,” Bumblebee spoke to no one in particular as he and his team transformed to bipedal mode, some starting to search for the source “I want everyone to leave their commlinks on incase when you found the source or an emergency. Got it?”

“Got it!” The Team replied as everyone fanned out.

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In a few minutes not far from the rendezvous, in the southmost part, Drift, Slipstream, and Jetstorm checked the underbrush and other signs. Everything seems normal, minus a bird that scared the living days out of Jetstorm, who checked in a bush where its nest is in. 

“Master Drift,” spoke Jetstorm as he eyed on Slipstream, trying his best to suppress his giggles from his scare, then focus on his teacher “what do you think of what is inside the object that Fixit mentioned? Could it be something… dangerous?” The dark colored minicon shivered at the thought.

“I believe it's not Jetstorm.” Drift calmly replied “It’s rather unlikely something-”

Without warning, as Drift was formulating an explanation to his student as his attention was diverted from him when he landed his foot to a deep hole in front of him. The hole itself wasn’t so deep, merely around 5-or-so feet, and during his short fall he landed first to a metal surface.

The Minicons wasted no time skidding next to the hole and gasped, from where their teacher felt on top is something that the scanners detected.

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[Chapter two]

[lesliemeyers]

doing Mysterion art inspired by a Batman cover just seemed... right

+ closeups under the cut ↴

[p1per-j0hns0n]

Redraw🤩🤩 @mgarmagedon

Some silly sketch

Is it wrong for me to ship Fracture and Drift?🥹🥹

I redesigned Drift from rid15 XD

Edit:

Plus small sketch uwu:

[its-elioo]

The ourples 💜

They're sooo girlboss and malewife coded

[deepfriedhopesanddreams]

Rubble and the Pack

*at the pack's hideout*

Clampdown: hey boss, I found a defenseless minicon outside, think we can use him as a hostage when we meet Bumblebee and his team again?

Steeljaw: well done brother, now with thi-

Thunderhoof: Eyo! NO! What are ya? stupid?!

Steeljaw: you dare go against this great opportunity?

Thunderhoof: listen here, that kid over there, it ain't no ordinary kid, that's lieutenant Bumblebee's kid!

Steeljaw: well that's- wait he has a kid?

Fracture: uh yeah, you didn't know?

Steeljaw: ...

Thunderhoof: I can't believe I'm saying this, but we gotta leave this damn kid where we found him and "we" I mean YOU!

Clampdown: ah! *Shakes in fear*

Thunderhoof: and it better be far away from our base because we can't be caught dead with the kid, not only are we caught but we're also DEAD

Airazor: bad news everyone, he's not budging!

*Airazor and Divebomb are forcing Rubble to move, Rubble still refusing*

Thunderhoof: alright kid, we need ya to leave this place so what do ya want?

Rubble: do you have any food?

*the pack looks at each other*

Fracture: I have Chase Chips, does that count?

Rubble: *shrugs*

Thunderhoof: fine, I think we have enough energon to make my MA's famous Plutonium Pepperoni

*meanwhile, the pack and Rubble were eating some Plutonium Pepperoni*

Clampdown: *munch* wait, it feels like we're forgetting something

Bumblebee: *busts through the door* WHERE'S MY SON?!!!!!

The pack: oh FVCK

Rubble: *giggles*

[phantomlight-eye]

They're laughing at Clampdown falling down the stairs (again).

Righty's out getting snacks.

(Gyat DAYUM, these guys were hard to draw-)

Original Image:

[taciturnraccoon]

Omg they have matching welds <3

[hah-studios]

Some scenarios for my Alliance AU where Bee Team and Steeljaw's pack start to work together. It's having its ups and downs.

[lunarbreaksblog]

Note: Tumblr is being weird, so I can't edit drafts

Note 2: I basically grew up with RiD, I remembering staying up to midnight to watch the reruns lol

How RiD! Drift, Fracture and Thunderhoof react to Alien! Reader

Fracture

How did you manage to capture his spark is one thing but to make him not turn you in for a bounty was something new.

Your species is ancient, more older than Cybertron and perhaps the universe itself. You are but a ball of pure energy.

He met you when you were experimenting with using a dead mech as a vessel. That was some sort of war crime you were committing but he couldn't care less.

Quickly you fled, even if your species was old, you were a great source of energy for warp technology. He let you flee, after all you were spectacular, he never saw you kind.

Soon, he met you again.

You spoke to him

You spoke

You had no mouth but he could hear you.

Quickly he realized that maybe he shouldn't hand you into someplace so he could get credits even if it was a lot of credits.

You could be his. His energy.

Drift

You looked and felt cybertronian but you weren't

If he had met you as Deadlock, he would've claimed the bounty on your helm. However, now as Drift, he's curious about you.

How do resemble his people but some how are his people, there's something wrong with you. Not that it's big issues like wrong number of optics. Its the way that your face doesn't seem right if he looks close enough. How your mouth never seems to move with your vocals.

It terrifies him.

But he sees that as a thing to get over, to accomplish not being afraid of you, even if you say you're cybertronian.

Thunderhoof

He might not be into organics, but he will admit you have a very nice ass. He's doesn't seem like it but genuinely could care less about what race you are. As long as you listen to him and let him do his business with his dealings.

You seem human but what makes you different is the fact that you seem to have weird sharp ears and green blood.

Something about you being a Romulan, he knows that your species is secretive but he's glad he took the chance to speak with a Romulan, which was you.

You only come to his knee, but damn does he like what he sees.

You though, could care less.

[driver270]

Another fun toy discovery: Robots In Disguise 2015 Warrior Class Fracture's rifle is compatible with Siege blast effect parts. Who's ready to BLOOOOOOOOOOSH? 🤣

On a side note, is there a toy (Transformers or otherwise) that can ride Fracture's alt mode and look good doing so? Dude gets pretty compacted in this mode.