#St3v3

[nerdfins]

When I learned Jon Hamm was Sentinel Prime, my brain mashed this fact together with my love of Good Omens.

[jazzy-man13]

YEAHHHHH ST3V3 IN MTMTE ^^^

Also. I am so MAD. I FELL IN LOVE WITH ROSSUM AT FIRST SIGHT AND I KNOW DAMN WELL THAT SHE'S NOT GONNA BE IN ANY OTHER TRANSFORMERS MEDIA EVER. WHY MUST MY BLORBOS BE THE MOST VAUGE OF SIDE CHARACTERS!!!

[cyber-streak-2]

For the Character Bingo: St3v3

[iliterallydecepticanteven]

IS THAT ST3V3??????

[fluffy-fusion]

Yk another thing that's clearly not thought out by the writers.

If the train/subway is supposed to be a transportation between the same moment in time how the actual f*ck did Five and Lila get stuck there SEVEN YEARS while it was only THREE HOURS for the family. Shouldn't it have been seven years for them as well?? It's the same moment in time.

I just can't wrap my mind around it its so stupid. It shouldn't have been only 3 hours for the family if they got stuck there seven years. Clearly the writers did not put any thought into this.

[hercarisntyours]

FINALLY TFONE BLOKEES ANNOUNCEMENT i need elita now or i'll stick dynamite up my

👵🏽 me as fuck after waiting 73 years to see them after the tfnation announcement (it's been a month)

[mino491]

I genuinely belive that the writers this season just forgot everything about this show,,,

here are just the examples of things that were really confusing this season:

>Klaus either can't conjure ghosts anymore or for some messed up reason would rather have a ghost possess him and have sex with his (the ghost's) wife rather than the lesser of two evils which would've been to just conjure him and let them do whatever they wanted.

The ghosts clearly aren't Klaus's puppets and can do what they please while corporeal (like when Ben tackles Klaus in s2) so why didn't he just let the ghost get nasty instead of letting him possess him, something that he himself says is super violating WHEN TALKING ABOUT HIS BROTHER WHO HE MUST TRUST and not even considering some random man possessing him.

>Quinn somehow just knows that Klaus has powers, can talk to ghosts, AND can be possessed ???

>Quinn doesn't freak the fuck out when he sees Klaus just floating

>Klaus, within 6 years, starts using and doesn't stop for 3 years until he gets sober and just randomly becomes a germaphobe?

I totally understand him being afraid of death from the get-go but why does it take 3 years (i assume because he's been sober for that long) for him to really understand that he can die? Does that mean that he was just really suicidal for 3 years and didn't care if he died until he found Allison and Claire? The writers touch on this when Klaus talks about being someone Claire likes but that all goes to shit when he gets his powers back and takes a complete 180 back to his old life. I just wish so bad that they could've had more time this season to let the characters breathe and react rather than just doing stuff for the sake of the storyline. I, and many others, would've loved to see the aftermath of Klaus lecturing his siblings because we see a side of Klaus that I personally loved but felt like was out of place when we see him in later episodes.

>Luther's ape body comes back because of the Marigold even though it has nothing to do with his powers'

>Five suddenly doesn't care about his family, doesn't care what happens to them, and FALLS IN LOVE WITH HIS BROTHERS WIFE AKA HIS SISTER-IN-LAW AND KINDA SORTA ACTUAL SISTER

>RAY LEFT ALLISON???? AND SHES NOT GOING CRAZY??? they literally mischaracterized the most hated character in s3 so badly that she's one of the best (main) characters in s4.

>Lila is bored of her life even though all she's ever wanted was a family. AND she's acting like her parents being alive is no big deal?

>Lila's family just accept that she's their daughter.

This confused me so bad and as I'm writing this I'm getting more confused. So if Lila's family just accepted that she, a random 30 year old, was their child, does that mean that Marigold children (Umbrellas, Sparrows, etc) never existed in this version of 2019 or were they born and then killed or were they born without powers? All of those options have issues like a) if they never existed, why did Lila's family let her in, b) how did like all 43 kids just die all over the world without gaining any attention and how were they born in the first place and why would Lila's family take her in if they thought she died?, and c) they were born because Reg gave their Mums each a bit of Marigold so how were they born without the Marigold or with the Marigold but were powerless

I have so many more points so if anyone's interested let me know <3

[invadergia]

So I did a thing @skylarkking @starscreamhasdied

[hallucinateonpaperspines]

If Ashley found a shrunk con, like fit in your Palm small what would she do with them ? What would the experience be for the con ?( I blame bittyformers/tinyformers tags for this question)

It would depend...

Ashlyn would most certainly not be picky. After all, she is a fan, a little trauma does little to erode the foundational love (one-sided as it is) she carries for these characters. A little mini-con? How can she not pick it up and give 'em a little SQUEEZE?

She would be collecting them like Pokemon.

Knockout would be a little... upset. How dare the grimy human touch him?!?! He can feel his finish eroding every nanosecond those oily digits make contact with his paint!

He'll cool down once the buffer comes out. It's a full-body massage now. The Doctor might even find himself enjoying his new state, the routine compliments, the ease of getting prime varieties of paint and polish, and, better yet, no one to scratch or dent his frame. It could almost be idyllic if it wasn't so pet-like. Yet, lounging in his microfiber blanket, suggesting new modifications to the toy mini race track, KO can't find it within himself to be too upset. Ashlyn for her part is rather diligent with his upkeep, relatively entertaining banter, and doesn't seem too hostile.

He could get used to this. Just until the process is reversed and he's free once more.

Breakdown is more confused than agitated. Ashlyn took one look at him, made a strange strangled noise, and plucked him up. Now he's here, wrapped like a burrito in a mattress nest as the human coos over him and plays monster truck rallies on the TV. It would almost be relaxing if not for the concerning focus in her eyes, the impressive assortment of bug spray and lighters, and the odd sentence she mutters every so often.

What does she mean he won't get torn apart for the third time? What does she mean the second happened when he was dead?!?! KO, please come pick up BD- he's scared.

Makeshift is the most proactive out of them all, fighting valiantly till he can't anymore or risk going into a forced stasis. He transforms in her hands, stabs, and slices as exposed flesh, his vocal processor glitching as his curses in Neocybex. It's not till Ashlyn starts bleeding that the Mech's joints lock up, mind flashing to a particularly sore memory as the warm fluid gets between his gears.

He's still frozen as he's gently washed in a basin, warm water soothing and his ruined arm treated with more consideration than even he's bothered to give the useless limb. Makeshift is still thinking as the human mutters, questions about how he's alive, apologizes for the injury, and promises if he hurts someone again. It's very confusing; an odd mixture of guilt and justification that seems dwarfed by his existence.

Ashlyn Moore promises to take responsibility for this discrepancy she's created in the timeline, and Makeshift feels both threatened and assured by it.

Starscream will be a shrieking mess. He will claw up everything he can get his servos on and insult everything he can think of. Which is a lot. He's entirely unprepared for how the organic snarks back at him, pointing out the height difference in a coldly factual way while she's also ensuring everything is Starscream-proof and comfortable. Including an assortment of cat posts arranged in a way that could almost mimic Vos's skylines.

It's not until he witnesses Ashlyn being, well Ashlyn, that Starscream finally shuts up. A human did that? THAT? That crater, those screaming wails, the sheer fear radiating off masked soldiers as they back away from the same organic that put a cat seat by the window for him?

The seeker can't help but smile, clawed digits and stoking the hand that protectively holds him like a supervillain with a favorite pet. If this is what she can do to MECH, how else can he use this nugget of chaos?

Megatron is shocked to be in this situation, but, similar to Starscream, he believes he can use our darling chaos goblin to his advantage.

That plan is quickly sidelined.

Ashlyn treats him relatively well, maybe a tiny part of her is hoping to change that rusted bucket's mind about the war, or at the very least, about humanity's perceived status as inconsequential. It would be nice not to have to worry about the giant alien in the sky raining down super weapons every other week, okay?

It quickly devolves into a rather obvious game of mental chess, one side with manipulation tactics, and the other with dubious philosophy and ethical questioning. Both sides prove adept at picking up the other's traps. Ashlyn knows what Megatron is, she knows how he works and is quick to call him out when he presents a logical fallacy or deviates into emotionally based evidence. Megatron is quick to pick apart her questions, dealing with even the Trolley problem with simplistic but probing ideas.

It turns into a game, and, eventually, a respectful friendship. There never going to agree, never going to be allies. Ashlyn is not going to let the Warlord go, and he is not going to stop a millennia-long war for a short-lived organic. But they can respect each other.

It's easy to respect a mind that works so similarly to your own.

Soundwave and Ashlyn just stare at each other. Eventually, the Survalince Officer is also added to the hoard. Ashlyn isn't quite sure what to do with him, the mech is a legitimate threat just by existing, but she can't leave him or mini Lazerbeak where they could get stepped on.

Totally not because it's freaking Soundwave and it plucking all the right cords of her fanatic heart to see him in a mini version.

In the end, Ashlyn starts walking around in a tin foil hat and makes a miniature Faraday cage. Hopefully, that keeps the con from hacking her phone.

Soundwaved takes this as a challenge and a vacation :)

Airachnid is found first by Jack. Solid willpower morphed whatever reality this drabble peers into, and Jackson Darby found the spider first. Lacking bug spray and a lighter to attach to it, the teen does the most sensible thing he can think of. He kicks her.

The sadist, six bonus legs and all, goes sailing through the air, her attempted threat cut short by her own teeny tiny squeal.

It's a mercy. Ashlyn would have just stepped on her.

*bonus*

JA332 dropped the final sugar cube onto the ground. Chuffing in a pleased manner as he wiped the few remaining granules from his armor, the little vehicon turned to gather the rest of his brethren to complete the ritual.

He'd prove the existence of Unicron's spawn today. The offering, and now a name ready to be chanted as his kin witnessed him summon the giant. Yes, JA332 would offer proof of what he witnessed so long ago today, and they'd command the giantess to grant them what they desired. Energon, territory, the death of the ants that kept trying to steal the offering sugar. Perhaps even a miracle would be done and ST3V3's true love would finally reciprocate so they didn't need to hear how amazing the Commander was every single vorn.

Yes, this could only end well.

(if you know, you know.)

[gouinisme]

hate followers who add unfunny stuff on my mutuals post do NOT embarass me in front of the girls* i want them to think i'm cool

[tiftaf-the-world-jumper]

St3v3 is an outlier with the powers of death resistance.

No I will not take criticism.

[lets-try-some-writing]

In tfp do you think the vehicon play games when other bots are looking? Like soundwave is off on a mission so some vehicons decided were just gonna play 20 questions. I feel like it would be a little funny.

I bet they absolutely do.

The Vehicons have to keep all their games on the down low to avoid Starscream or some other Commander stopping them. So most of their games are either easy to hide, or require no tools at all. There are a few rather popular games amongst the Vehicons that are their preferred choice of pass time when they can't leave their posts but still have nothing much to do.

Obviously, the most common game is cards. But of course, it is not as simple as one might think. A Vehicon needs to be worthy to play the game, and they way they do this is by trading for the cards that one uses to begin with. Every card is specially crafted, each modeled after a notable wartime character, Autobot or Decepticon. In order for a card to be produced, a piece of the character in question must be gathered and quite literally put into the card. Usually this means having to grab a piece of shed plating before anyone notices. As such, cards have increadible rarity and the strength of each card is determined by how many are in circulation, whether or not the character is dead, and the edition of the card.

It is honestly less about the game and more about the collecting and production process. Sure, the Vehicons will actually play the card game using real life stats around each character, but more often it is a trading match. Three Starscreams for one Whirl. No one has seen Blaster since Cybertron went dark, so his card is worth four Bumblebees. Eight Optimi for two first edition Orion Pax cards (an ultra rare collectable considering most of Orion Pax's plating fell off LONG ago.) Four Megatrons for two Megatronus cards, and two Megatronus cards for one D-16 (Soundwave has the only known D-16 copy and no one is willing to take it from him.)

The cards are highly valued and often taken excellent care of. Only some Vehicons are certified to make more via the general agreement of the troops. The most sought after cards are by far the:

Party Ambulance Ratchet: Only three are known to exist and Pharma absolutely has one and Optimus may or may not have the other. It is unconfirmed. There are rumors the remaining one is floating around in a different Vehicon battalion, so the Vehicons have no yet lost hope for it.

Gladiator Soundwave: There are two known copies of this card, and many believe Soundwave claimed both. ST3V3 swears up and down that Megatron has one, but few are willing to go ask the warlord to confirm.

Rumble & Frenzy: A duo card that has long since gone out of production in light of the minicons deaths. There are perhaps fifty somewhere in the galaxy and only one Vehicon on the Nemesis has a copy. He keeps it in perfect condition.

End Your Life Tarn: One very VERY unfortunate Vehicon managed to get enough off Tarn to create a singular legendary card. Myths say that it may still exist somewhere in the ether, in Tarn's personal collection, or somewhere else in the universe.

Senator Proteus: Why does it exist? No one is entirely sure since he died early into the war. But a Vehicon has a copy of the card and it is said that six others may still be around. No one cares much for Proteus, but his card is rare and thus valuable considering the mech has been dead for millennia.

[lovefazedforsoundwave]

OFM! SOUNDWAVE X GN!CYBERTRONIAN! READER | SMUT

Warnings: valve teasing, SPIKE IN VALVE INTERFACING, small Praising.

You had been working aside soundwave under megatron and his orders. You two both remain as work partners, but you want to be more than that. It just didn't feel right as a work partner. It gave you a sharp feeling in your spark. It pounded when you were close. Who knew if he felt the same about you,

You had just wished you had enough courage to tell him that you loved him, and you needed him. Soon, each cycle and micro second you wasted no time to spend together strengthens your relationship with him. You get more confident each cycle. And you had planned a few cycles ago that it was time to admit your feelings to him since they can't just hide there forever. Cycles pass, your crush for your work partner grows, and you even plan to make a confession, eventually.

Cycles later, it's decided that you tell him what you've been wanting to. You practice & muster up courage each day, to tell your work partner you love him, he's gotta be somewhere, maybe in the communications?, you go check but he's not there. You should ask the other vehicons or the other fellow decepticons. You walk around and somewhat manage to find vehicon ST3V3,

"Hey. Steve, have you seen soundwave? Anywhere??"

"Oh. He's in his headquarters, and he wanted me to invite you there, I was going to find you."

"Oh, thanks, steve."

You walk off waving goodbye at steve before going off to soundwaves headquarters. Maybe he needed something? As you drift off into paradise, you find yourself by his headquarters door. You shake out off it and knock on his door and he then opens it.

Oh, uhm. Hi, soundwave. I've heard you've requested me?."

" Yes. I have requested for some personal reasons."

You look at his towering from. You've always been shorter than him. He invited you in and locked the door, he retracts his mask and placed it down on his desk as he turned to you and walked closer and kissed you out of the blue, his soft dermas against yours fell so nice, you shutter at this but accept his passionate kiss, he shoves his glossa into your intake while you moan to the sudden action, his yellow visor brightens to your pleasured sound, he breaks to kiss to breathe, the long Saliva string on his tongue and in your mouth, you breathe hard.. he moves you to the berth, he towers over you as you lay down, you blush and hold back a whine of pleasure as he runs his two digits over your interface panel

"Permission: may I open your panel?"

"Ahm.. ye-s.. you can.."

He's so careful with what he does, so it won't hurt you in a way. He takes off your panel, the cold air hits your valve lips, you shiver, he grumbles a praise, and he then adds his digit to your valve Thrusts in and out slowly, your valve gets wet with transfluid by the second, you moan as he geta deeper each microsecond , you get closer to releasing your pent up cycles of pleasure, your fantasies got ahold of you, soundwave on top of you, touching you, and it's exactly what you'll get. He's thought so many things of you it's impossible about how incompatible he becomes when his fantasies of you get stronger each cycle, he speeds up his digits, hitting all the right spots, causing you to moan, you were just about to overload, but he pulls out and sticks his two digits into his mouth tasting you, he grunts, you whine after the cold hits your valve lips again but then he takes his own interface panel, revealing his spike, it pulses, the ridges, and bio lights glow, he spreads your tibulens gently, he positions himself by your valve entrance, he pushes in gently, taking his cable inch my inch, you moan, from both pleasure and pain, he runs his digit over your chassis, as a sign to insure you, that you'll be fine, adjusting to his cable, stretching you out, you nod meaning he can move, he moves gently in and out, the pleasure builds up each Thrust, you moan so generously for him, he praises you,

"Your moaning generously for me, good, good bot."

You moan as he praises you, his Thrusts getting faster by the minute, making you moan, you're getting so close to overload. Your spark chamber pounds in this passionate moment you both share, his yellow visor glows, and he groans loudly as he Thrusts, his digits grab your tibulens more, he Thrusts faster each second hitting your gstation , hitting places you'd never knew, you overload, as he just rides his overload out roughly inside your valve, being oversimulated, his transfluid drips out your valve as he pulls out, heaving a breathe, as you drift off to recharge, he comes closer and kisses you on you're faceplates.

"I.. love you y/n,"

He admits something he hadn't for just anyone before, a new feeling had sparked him.

[decepticononline]

TFP Knockout X Breakdown “Tell me you need me.”

This is a secret santa gift for a discord server I am in, dedicated directly to @neonhoneycomb ! Merry Christmas 🎄 I enjoyed writing this!

Warnings: NSFW, size kink, medical gore, angst, spike comparison, squirting.

The hologram target fizzled out of a view, which caused the ex-wrecker to growl in frustration. His rapid vents exhausted one after another as he retracted his blaster in defeat. He'd been in the training room for almost the whole cycle to work on his shooting aim now that he was… impaired. His non functional optic made all forms of combat almost impossible. He couldn't make a clear shot to save his own aft, let alone his partner's. 

Before Breakdown could exit the armoy room, his comm system loudly pinged. A slew of cybertronian curses fell past his dermas when he saw the comm was from Knockout. That indicated to him that he had been absent from the med-bay for far too long. 

“Need something?” With a nonchalant tone in his voice, the navy blue deception tried to play off the situation. It wouldn't work, but there was a 99% chance that if he didn't sound like he was doing anything wrong, then maybe he wasn't.

“Do I need something?! Great question because what I need is some assistance in the med-bay.” Even without seeing Knockout's face plate, it was obvious the mech was highly irritated.

 “Got it. I'll be there in a-” The comm ended abruptly, and Breakdown's singular beaming yellow optic rolled in its socket. Over the comm Knockout had sounded like he'd blown a few and a half gaskets since he'd been gone, and that made him much more resilient to take any longer to return.

Upon heading towards the med-bay, the mech passed by two badly cauterized vehicon drones, one of them still leaking energon onto the deck plates of the ship. Knockout must have been too busy to repair him correctly, but it didn't look severe, so the vehicon could walk it off… eventually. 

Two red glaring optics followed the ex-wrecker's movements as he entered the med-bay. If looks could kill, Knockout would surely be vaporizing him with just his vision right about now. The red medic didn't offer a greeting nor a chastising remark as his silence was more than enough to do the trick. 

“Sorry, got carried away in the armory.”

Knockout still said nothing while he cauterized a gaping wound in the shoulder-plate of another vehicon. He took his time with this one as the injury was fairly deep into the cybernetic metal. Knockout gestured to the data pad on the medical berth, without saying a word Breakdown knew he wanted him to start logging in the Vehicon’s credentials for an injury report. On his way to the opposite medical berth, the ex-wrecker let a servo graze against his partner's hip strut.

“Don't you dare start.”, a deep chuckle rumbled within Breakdown’s chassis as he tried to calm his highly displeased lover. The reaction Knockout gave him didn't make him feel any less determined with his goal. 

“I need a set of sharp pliers. There's a bullet fragment still in here.” Knockout's digit inched into the deep cavern of wound the vehicon drone shuddered with pain. The sensitive protoform within his shoulder-plate was exposed, and leaving the fragment in there would never let the gouge heal properly. 

“You know I'll give you whatever you need.”

“How about you drop it?” 

"How about you hold it."

Knockout's red optics widened, and he debated on whether or not he should hurl the cauterizing scalpel at the larger mech. “Enough!” The red medic said with a hiss before snatching the pliers out of his partner's servos.

After removing the plasma bullet fragment and completing the cauterization of the wound, the Vehicon designated as ST3V3 was evicted from the med-bay. Knockout shut the sliding doors and began logging all the services perfomed for that cycle within a data report for future reference. He had never seen so many patients at once, especially not when there weren't any instances of Autobot retaliation. 

“This cycle has been one of the worst in awhile -” Knockout's digit tapped rapidly against the datapad screen, furiously filing his own report. He knew his paint job looked like a wreck and that he would need a good polish and wax after a cleansing station visit.

“- You weren't here helping because you decided to go frag off to the armory room.” It wasn't often Knockout needed to scold the other mech. He was usually resourceful and there when he needed him, lately Breakdown’s been consistently absent from his duties and refusing to pick up extra shifts with him. The mech declined going out on a patrol of a newfound energonmine, which Knockout deemed to be completed out of character for him.

“I'm still missing almost every shot, I can see but at the same time I can't see slag! Everything just looks off, I've never felt so useless.” Both of the ex-wreckers servo’s slammed down on the medical berth in front of him out of frustration.

Knockout's posture softened, and his optic ridges slightly raised. Breakdown was being… vulnerable around him, this was rare. He knew the mech had been having some difficulties accustoming to his sight with the subtraction of an optic, but he wasn't aware of how critical the situation was. If anything he thought the mech was toughing it out like he did with everything else.

“Your vision, it'll take some time to restabilize. The lack of an optic is going to make things hard for you, but it won't be impossible.” The medic approached his partner and let his servo grasp the side of his faceplate. He'd never seen such defeat on the decepticon ex-wrecker before. 

“And you're not useless. I wouldn't be able to do this without you, and you know that BD.” The dermas of the two mechs came into contact with one another and that gave Breakdown all the permission he needed to pick up the smaller mech and pin him down on the medical berth. 

The size difference between the two of them wasn't as severe as it may have been amongst other cybertronian relationships but it definitely gave Breakdown the upper hand at being able to maneuver Knockout how he wanted. The connection of oral receptors continued as Knockout slipped his glossa in and danced it along Breakdown’s, enticing him of what was further to come. 

The ex-wrecker's thick digits circled around Knockout's interface panel before the plating willingly slid down with a hiss. The aroma of the red mech's dripping valve filled the med-bay, and Breakdown broke the kiss. 

“You're already ready for me?”

“You think I didn't enjoy your antics earlier?” Knockout vented deeply as Breakdown pressed a digit at his entrance before slowly sliding it in.

His lubricating slick coated the intruding digit, and the quick clenches of his valve walls urged it to start pumping. A growl left Knockout's vocal capacitor when a second digit joined refuge within his valve. Breakdown knew exactly how to angle his digits to make the medic's frame twitch and heave. A loud moan erupted from Knockout when one of Breakdown's digits began rubbing circles around his outer-node. 

“Tell me you need me.”

“Frag- I do!”

“Then say it.” Breakdown quickened the pace of his digits, and the lewd slick noises only became audibly louder with the furthering of Knockout's pleasure and excitement.

“I need you!” The medic's sharp digits dragged along the underneath of the medical berth leaving gashes across the underside. Breakdown's servo was showing his valve no mercy as it shamelessly guided him to a long and drawn out overload. It didn't take long for Knockout's walls to start to spasm and small spurts of lubrication to erupt from his valve. He rode out his climax with a guttural groan and a very brief rev of his engine. 

Even the interface panel housing his errect spike slid off to allow him to leak thick beads of blue transfluid from his tip. Only when the medic was coming from his high did he pay attention to his partner's thick spike leaning up against his own. Their size difference wasn't just on the outside, as Breakdown was a good size and a half larger than Knockout in the spike department.

Knockout could swear to primus they were made for each other with how well he'd fill his valve when they interfaced. Breakdown lined up the tip of his spike against the soft mesh valve folds in front of him before pushing forward to enter. The entry was quick and painless as Knockout's frame knew this game the two of them would play all too well. 

A beep went off on the docked datapad stationed at Knockout's desk, which indicated that there were new inbound patients to the med-bay. Knockout looked back over at the mech, who was currently still inside him, who bared the expression of a sad cyberfox pup who'd just been told to stop. 

“We're finishing this. They can wait... Besides, I still need you.” A smirk appeared on his faceplate, telling his partner that the two would have a much longer cycle ahead of them...

[deja-mew]

Ridiculous Headcanons Pt. 1

Sorry in advance y’all. Okay so I was so bored at work my brain was rotting thinking of TFP characters for so long that I have this. Here’s what I think each character’s favorite cheese would be, if either they were human at some point and tried it, or could taste a big enough chunk as cybertronians; whatever excuse needs to be for them to have any opinion about cheese. (also could just be them as cheeses… idk, I work in Wisconsin, I’m always surrounded by cheese, this is what happens.)

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Autobots

Optimus Prime: Optimus liked Colby Jack. Good, classic Colby Jack. He likes the two distinctive colors and just generally enjoys the flavor.

Arcee: Pepper Jack; well loved, timeless, and packs a punch too. She likes that it’s soft but not sweet. Also, Jack being in the name is a bonus.

Bumblebee: Velveeta. The color is great and it’s a universal, famous cheese; everyone knows it (at least in the USA), just like him. He had it in a mac & cheese and stuck with it as his favorite. (he strikes me as a mac & cheese sort of guy)

Bulkhead: He’d chose brick cheese because it has a good, versatile, underrated taste. Also, just like him, this cheese is softer than its name implies <3

Wheeljack: Cheetos. He didn’t care that they “technically wont count as a cheese”, they’re cheese flavored enough and they’re what he likes. Especially the flamin’ hot ones.

Smokescreen: Cheese curds. Warm, squeaky, proper cheese curds. Specifically the ranch flavored ones are his top pick.

Ultra Magnus: This was how Ultra Magnus found out he was lactose intolerant. He didn’t like any of them, and he won’t be asked to try again.

Ratchet: Ratchet chose blue cheese, purely because the flavor was so distinctive. It’s also a very mature choice of cheese, which just made sense for him. 

Decepticons

Megatron: Monterey Jack. The warlord refused to consume any cheeses but picked Monterey Jack just because to him, it sounded like an evil version of Colby Jack.

Starscream: Cheese whiz..?? When presented with the samples he didn’t bother to try anything, but automatically went for the can of cheese whiz, as if he already knew it..??? (He did what he had to do when he was rogue. Ik it doesnt make sense but its hilarious.)

Soundwave: Mozzarella. Soundwave had already heard of cheese on the internet indirectly throughout his few years of needing to interact with human information in order to serve Megatron. Because he understood mozzarella cheese to be a monumentally important cheese to human society, he internally likened himself to it, being himself monumentally important to the Decepticon cause. No one knew that this was why he chose mozzarella, they were just glad that he responded at all. 

Shockwave: When Shockwave received the cheese samples he did not taste anything and instead just.. Left to his lab and ran some tests.. After a while he decided on feta cheese, saying that it is among the healthiest of cheeses and therefore, for nutritional purposes, is the most logical choice.

Knockout: Camembert. It’s soft and fancy and french and… He hardly tasted much it, but liked pronouncing it, and appreciated that he could spread it on a cracker instead of getting a giant chunk stuck all up in his teeth.

Breakdown: Breakdown chose Parmesan cheese because he had once seen in a movie the grater that is used at restaurants where they just keep cranking it. He said it tasted as good as it looked in the movie.

Dreadwing: Dreadwing thought that Provolone was the ideal cheese. It seemed the most sensible.

St3v3: String cheese was St3v3’s pick, even though it is technically mozzarella. For him, it was a texture thing.

Airachnid: Cazu Marzu. It’s that maggot cheese that can kill you if you eat it. It wasn’t even on the sample plate, she just brought it herself.

Predacons

Predaking: Predaking chose smoked Gouda. He did admit that the smoke added a touch of familiarity to the cheese (seeing as, of course, breathing fire exposes you to plenty of smoky smells). Overall, he thought they were all pretty good, but somehow this was the only smoked one on the plate, so he chose it.

Skylynx: Skylynx thought the aged Swiss wasn’t that bad. The bitterness was enjoyable to him, and he found it best melted.

Darksteel: Limburger. It was the most controversial cheese on the plate, and that just made him think it was the most exciting one. The smell didn’t even bother him much, and he genuinely enjoyed the flavor.

[theyodelerz]

Back at it again with the dragonformers.

Vehicons are the most common dragons in Kaon. They are pretty small compared to other dragons usually being about the size of horses. There are two variants of Vehicons, wyverns and drakes. Hybridization is possible but not recommended.

Vehicons hatch a dark or light gray color to blend into their usual environments and develop a rich purple color with either a spotted or striped pattern with age.

Steve or St3v3 is a young hybrid Vehicon with the deformities that come from it. An awkward gate caused by underformed wings and or malformed legs.

He admires Starscream for being as high ranked as he is at such a young age. Starscream also 'rescued' Steve when he became lost in the seeker's portion of the ravines Kaon.