#Vaporex

[cocajimmycola]

Vaporex-

A gender system in which something is directly tied to vaporwave within your gender . This can be anything . I.E. Vaporexcat , Vaporexbun , Vaporexclown .. ETC. Can also be a gender within itself . [ Vaporexgender ]

Retrox-

Remake of old retrox . [ Also coined by me ] A gender system in which something is directly tied to retro vibes within your gender . This can be anything . I.E. Retroxgame , Retroxthing , Retroxcat .. ETC. Can also be a gender within itself . [ Retroxgender ]

[radioactiverats]

Thoughts: TFP Ratchet walking in on you using a dildo based on his spike

I want him emotionally and physically but right now, physically is winning. That is all

18+ 🌶️

There are two things that are simultaneously true when it comes to sex with Ratchet.

1) It is mind-blowing.

2) It is rare.

It’s not just past experience that makes him so good in bed. As an older mech, he’s not only accumulated experience but also the patience to draw out your pleasure. Even if you belong to different species, Ratchet’s keen optics sensitise him to every minuscule detail of your pleasure, making him a quick study. It sends a rush of pleasure through you to think about the fact that he’s not just a quick learner when it comes to any human body, but yours specifically.

Also, alien dick is huge. Optimus dwarfs near everybody, but him aside, Ratchet is not a small mech - broad and stocky, holding his own among the other Autobots - and naturally, when it came to you, he might as well have been a giant. The first time he revealed his spike to you, you’d stared at it for so long that he started to get nervous. He’d glanced off to the side and sullenly mumbled something about not being enough, and your confused-horny brain finally pulled itself together long enough to realise he’d made an attempt to study the intricacies of “human interfacing rituals” and drawn the entirely wrong conclusions (AKA humans chose mates based solely on their prowess like animals - and had misinterpreted your open-mouthed silence as dissatisfaction). After frantically convincing him that no, there was nothing wrong with it, and no, Ratchet, it’s adequate! I meant it’s more than enough! Way more than enough, in fact!, it finally clicked in his processor that it was quite the opposite. Ratchet’s entire demeanour changed after that - even now, he only needs to smirk lazily at you to remind you of the time he’d made you come so many times on his glossa you swear you met Primus himself (and shook his hand and thanked him for creating the absolute sex-god that was one Ratchet of Vaporex).

However, Ratchet was always busy. For good reason, too - you were reluctant to bother him when he was working on important things and unfortunately for you, that tended to be more often than not. The past few months had been especially hectic for the Autobots. Decepticon activity had been detected near an Autobot energon source, and the bots had been working round the clock to defend their supplies. With the pressure to secure fuel more acute than ever, Ratchet’s efforts to research a synthetic energon source had ramped up. You wished you could do more to help him, even ease the tension in his frame a little, but you didn’t want to distract him at such a crucial time - endlessly frustrated that you were too small to bring him energon cubes, too small to massage his shoulders, or drop a kiss on his faceplate without stealing too much of his attention away. At least that was one thing you could do - not be a distraction. Glumly, you roll over in your little nest of blankets on a corner of Ratchet’s berth. For the nth time in months, you take in his empty habsuite and despite your best efforts, fail to keep the loneliness at bay. You miss Ratchet - the way he’d huff when you press a goodnight kiss to his faceplate, yet be unable to stop a soft smile when you snuggle into his side. He way he’d carefully arrange you beside him with warm, gentle servos, and the rumble of his chassis as he bid you goodnight in return. On other nights, when you both weren’t ready to fall asleep yet, talking quietly together in the dark about everything and anything, Ratchet’s servo cupped around you as you basked in the turquoise glow his optics cast onto the ceiling.

There was no helping it, though. Ratchet had more pressing matters to attend to. However, as you tossed and turned in your little blanket pile, you became increasingly aware of a problem of your own - you were really, really horny. Burying your head in the blankets, you attempt to hide the flush of shame that bloomed on your cheeks. The bots were fighting a war, and here you were, fighting your own impulses.

It had been an impulse purchase, made on a weekend where you were back in your own apartment - a bright red and white striped silicone dildo. As soon as you saw it, you immediately thought of Ratchet. It was a little thicker than what you normally went for, but that only made it all the more perfect. The flaming blush on your face did little to stop you from adding it to your cart and purchasing it with expedited shipping.

You’d actually intended on revealing your purchase to Ratchet quite early on, thinking that he could use it on you while preparing you to take his spike - but your first encounter had you utterly convinced that magic was real, and it resided in Ratchet’s servos. You’d taken his spike with barely any discomfort the very first time you slept together (probably down to the fact that he’d spent hours eating you out and working you open on his servos until you were an incoherent mess). That said, you’d never actually gotten the chance to tell Ratchet about your purchase, much less use it. After all, why settle for the inferior option when Ratchet was right there and willing?

Ratchet might be willing, but as of present, he is not here. And based on the past few months, he probably won’t be for a while. You’d often stirred awake in the wee hours of the night to Ratchet wearily settling in berth beside you, and the only reason he was there was probably because Optimus had sternly insisted on his taking a break.

With another long night stretching ahead of you, what better time to put your purchase to the test?

You’d shoved it somewhere deep in your pile of belongings kept at base, still completely unopened in its package. Digging it out, you tear the box open to reveal the dildo in all its red-and-white striped glory. Less awe-inspiring than Ratchet’s spike, but you supposed beggars couldn’t be choosers. Anyway, it had been a while since you’d taken Ratchet and without the meticulous care of his magic servos, it was for the best that you were starting small. Well, smaller. You can’t help but blush when you remember that, when you first purchased this, you’d thought it was intimidating. Man, Ratchet had really ruined you for anyone and anything else.

You don’t even need lube at this point - you glide the cool silicone over your slick folds, hips jerking as the ridged head catches on your clit. You can’t help your breathy moan when it fills you up, inch by inch, every sensitive nerve ending singing to life until you sag back into your blanket nest with the satisfaction of feeling full. You close your eyes and imagine that it’s Ratchet’s spike filling you up. He doesn’t necessarily jackhammer into you unless you specifically request it - he doesn’t need to. Powerful, purposeful thrusts have you writhing beneath him, crying out his name as he drives deep, looking at him through teary eyes to see the affection for you in his optics. You pick up the pace, driving the dildo deeper into your weeping hole, arching your back as you try to hit that spot Ratchet always seems to find effortlessly. The biolights along his spike drag deliciously against your walls, nudging your clit on every stroke - whereas this dildo is smooth. Once upon a time, it would have been more than enough to tip you over the edge. Now, you find yourself missing Ratchet more and more, and yourself further and further from orgasm. Blowing your hair out of your face and frustratedly kicking the blankets away, you let your legs fall apart once more and exhale as the blessedly cool air of his habsuite hits your overheated body. You screw your eyes shut again, clenching around the dildo. Reaching a hand down to rub your clit, you fall into another memory - one from your first time together, of Ratchet eating you out. You press the dildo deeper inside you, breath hitching as it sets off a wave of pleasure that cascades through your body. You’d practically spasmed in his hold when he pushed his glossa into you - eagerly mapping out the sensitive spots that would make you sob with pleasure, curling his glossa against your walls in a way that had you thrashing against him. Angling the dildo just so, you bite your lip as the head brushes a particularly good spot - more heat rushes to your face as you remember when Ratchet first fingered you open, not letting up once he’d found the spot that made you scream -

“Y/n?”

All at once, your eyes shoot open as a familiar, rumbling voice calls out to you. Ratchet of Vaporex, Autobot medic and sex god extraordinaire, stands in the doorway of his habsuite, optics huge as he takes in the sight of you absolutely debauched on his berth.

“Um,” you squeak, mortified. “Welcome back?”

His vocaliser audibly resets with a click. “Optimus - he told me to, ah.”

You chance a look at him when you hear the low hum of static in his voice. Ratchet’s still in the doorway, servos clenching at his sides as he takes in your flushed face and spread legs.

Well. You didn’t expect him to be that interested. Maybe there’s a way to save this, after all. Fighting your raging embarrassment, you meet Ratchet’s optics and slowly, exaggeratedly, slide the dildo out until just the tip is inside you. Ratchet takes the bait - his optics snap to the movement of your arm, your hand, and finally, you can audibly hear his optics hyperfocus on the thick, red dildo that splits you open.

“Y-You-” he rasps, vocaliser spitting static, and it’s all he can get out before his cooling fans kick on with a high-pitched whirr.

“I missed you,” you say, and your voice is no better - wrecked, just at the thought of him.

His fans kick on impossibly higher, but to his credit, Ratchet recovers quickly.

“Well,” he rumbles, reaching over to lock the door to his habsuite. The shocked look in his optics has been resoundingly replaced with one of hunger. “I’ll just have to make it up to you.”

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

Bluetooth Connected

IDW Brainstorm x reader

Gender neutral AFAB, racially ambiguous, oral, clothes tearing, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, wireless dildo connected to Brainstorm’s spike, size difference

“Here come look!”

Brainstorm covered your eyes by placing a servo over your face. His other servo held onto your lap to keep you steady as you sat on his shoulder. The position was a little awkward but it was a bit better than Brainstorm holding you like a Panic Pete doll in his excitement.

You hummed a little cautious of what he was planning on showing you but still very curious.

Brainstorm has become somewhat infatuated with you. The little human aboard the Lost Light so much smaller than a minibot. It was a shock to everyone when he approached you one night at Swerve’s. He just rambled and talked while you listened. It was kind of endearing in a way.

He always seemed to find an excuse to pick you up, carry you around, spend time with you, or touch you in some way. It was honestly making Perceptor a bit nauseous watching his lab partner so lovey-dovey.

You returning his affection only made things worse. It seemed like little hearts were constantly floating around Brainstorm’s helm. It also didn’t help that Perceptor had found human pornographic magazines under one of Brainstorm’s project.

“It’s for research. When my partner and I reach that point in our relationship, I want to make sure I know what I’m doing!”

To Brainstorm’s credit Perceptor did find an actual human anatomy chart and a couple papers on human sexology with the dirty magazines but the magazines outnumbered the other items by a Long shot.

Perceptor would be working then feel the aroused pulse of Brainstorm’s EMP field as the teal bot was staring off into space. Primus help him.

It was no secret that Brainstorm wished to move your relationship past its current point. As lovely as your innocent kisses are, he couldn’t stop thinking about you spread wide on his spike. The sounds you’d make, how warm you’d feel around him, how tight your little body would be gripping onto his spike.

That was actually the biggest issue.

You barely came up to his knee plate and yet you were somehow expected to take his spike? It’s not that he doubts your abilities but he’d rather not have to go to Ratchet “I didn’t major in organics” of Vaporex to see if he can sew a human back together again.

“Ta-da!”

Brainstorm took his servo away from your face to show you what was basically a large dildo mounted on some smooth electronic components on Brainstorm’s personal desk in his habsuite.

You felt your body heat up in embarrassment. Why did he want to show you a sex toy?

“I know: too impressed to speak! I didn’t think it could be done, well I knew it could but I didn’t expect to finish it so fast!”

You slowly turned your head to face Brainstorm, a horrified and confused look on your face. He only stared back with excitement in his optics. You then looked back at the dildo.

It was the same teal and white as Brainstorm with a tapered tip and a thick middle that slimmed out near the base. It looked to have a sort of metal chord like texture to it.

Then it hit you.

“Is that your dick? Did you make a smaller version of your dick?”

Brainstorm’s engine revved in excitement at your realization. “Not only did I make a smaller you-sized version of my spike but it’s also wireless! You can take it and use it wherever you go.”

You squeezed your thighs together and covered your mouth with your hand. Brainstorm wasn’t the best at communication. He simply dove into his ideas and whims while holding you in his servo and it seems like him asking for sex was no different.

“Use?” You cautiously asked trying to make sense of what Brainstorm was insinuating.

“Yes! For vaginal, anal, and oral penetration or manual stimulation.” Brainstorm wiggled his optic ridge at the last part.

“Did you make me a dildo of your own dick?”

Brainstorm seemed almost offended by your description recoiling a little bit and putting a servo to his chasis. “Dildo? This is more than a primitive toy! As I said, it’s wireless so it’s connected to my interface panel without me having to modify my frame. Anything you do to it, I will feel.”

You flipped your attention away from the toy back to Brainstorm. His face plate was flushed blue with energon as his grip tightened on your lap. You could practically feel his spark thrumming in excitement.

“Could I try it?”

Brainstorm couldn’t help the delighted rev of his engine. The vibrations making their way through his frame and to your core. “I made it with just that in mind.”

He slid his mask off, sitting it down on the desk away from the toy before moving to kiss at your face. You guided Brainstorm so his top derma was pressed against your lips. The pliable metal surface all too familiar under your mouth. Your tongue peeking out from behind your lips to lick at his derma.

“Frag I need you so bad,” Brainstorm groaned against your mouth. He swiftly grabbed you off his shoulder before scooping up the toy from his desk and flopping on his berth with you on his chasis.

You squeaked at the sudden change in position earning an appreciative chuckle from Brainstorm. “Make more of those sounds,” he teased guiding you back to his intake.

You reached out your arms to hold his cheeks in your much smaller hands. Your lips rubbing across his dermas teasingly before finally giving in and pulling him into a passionate kiss.

His servos rested on your hips where he begun guiding you to grind your clothed pussy against his chasis. “Primus I can’t wait to feel that val-vagina,” Brainstorm corrected himself trying to use human terminology to talk about your body. You only choked out a laugh against his dermas at his verbiage.

Brainstorm pulled you away from his intake with his pride clearly bruised at your giggle.

“Is that not what your human valve is called?”

“It is but that’s like the clinical term,” you said rubbing his face plate tenderly. Brainstorm seemed to relax a little but was still a bit upset that he had gotten the phrasing wrong.

“You don’t have to try to use human terms, baby,” you said peppering kisses across his face plate. “It’s fine to call my pussy a valve.”

Brainstorm groaned having you cover him in such innocent affection while speaking about your own genitalia so casually. He’d remembered seeing nude models spreading their legs, bent over, and getting fucked in all sorts of positions within his ‘research’ magazines. Every time he imagined they were you spread out and gaping from taking a spike too big for your hole. All wet and leaking from cumming only to have your pussy plugged again by either his digits or his spike.

“I need you to get these off before I tear them off,” Brainstorm rumbled while pulling at your clothes. You considered for a minute the idea of Brainstorm tearing your clothes to shreds. While tempting you did not have an extra pair in his habsuite and Brainstorm would be all too eager to show off just exactly what he did to you.

You pulled your shirt up over your head as Brainstorm’s gentle digits ran over the skin of your chest down to your stomach. He pinched at the fat on your hips making you squeal and slap your hands down onto his chasis with your shirt still on your arms.

“You’re so soft,” Brainstorm only continued fondling your hips. “You did that on purpose,” you groaned tossing your shirt at Brainstorm’s faceplate.

Brainstorm only gave you a shit eating grin as he tossed your shirt aside. “No but I can’t say that your reaction wasn’t appreciated.” You huffed grabbing onto his servos with your hands as he fondled up and down your sides simply appreciating the flesh there.

“Don’t look at me with that face,” Brainstorm scolded tightening his grip on your hips. “I have half the mind to tear you apart on my real spike when you look at me like that.”

You couldn’t help the airy moan that came out of your mouth when you tried to speak. Brainstorm started to guide your hips to grind against his chasis. “Is that really all I have to do to make you moan?” Brainstorm teased. “Just say some dirty words and suddenly you’re leaking through your little human coverings?”

You hold onto Brainstorm’s servos as you moved your hips with the rhythm he set. “Perceptor told me he found your porn magazines,” you shot back with a mischievous smile.

Brainstorm’s servos stilled forcing your hips to stop. His optics were wide, he face flushed blue, and his lips parted like he was going to say something. For once you caught him off guard.

“Do you have a little human fetish?” You continued to tease while unbuttoning your pants. “You look so cute right now, Stormy. I wish I could take a picture of your face.”

Brainstorm’s expression changed from one of pure embarrassment to anger. He grabbed the waist of your pants pulling the fabric down your legs so fast you fell backwards. There was a slight tearing sound as he tossed your pants to the side. His servos grabbed your thighs making you spread your legs and reveal the wet spot that was growing in your underwear.

“Shut up,” Brainstorm growled as he dragged you closer to his faceplate. “Perceptor has no reason to speak to you.” His massive glossa ran over your clothed cunt. You moaned arching your hips up to his intake. “You’re mine,” Brainstorm posited his statement with another slow lick to your underwear.

You reached your hand out to hold onto one of Brainstorm’s digits as he began eating you out through your wet underwear. His dermas moved softly around your pelvis as his glossa sloppily licked at whatever he could find. “Doesn’t-fuck!,” you moaned out when Brainstorm began sucking on your pelvis area. “Doesn’t change the fact that you were jerking it to human porn on the job.” You couldn’t help but laugh at Brainstorm’s furious optics when they moved to look at your face. “Did you have this in mind when we first met?” You humped against his intake earning a pleased growl from the mech. His vocals vibrated through your entire body making you gasp out his name.

“Fuck! I’m sorry for making you wait so long! Should’ve fucked me right on the table,” you turned your head moaning and panting at Brainstorm’s treatment of your cunt.

Brainstorm moved away from your pussy grabbing the waistband of your underwear between his teeth and tearing them off your body. You had half the mind to scold him for tearing not only your pants but now your underwear but instead you were interrupted by a hot lick to your bare cunt.

“I should have,” Brainstorm agreed mulling over the taste of your pussy. “I should have spread out your little human valve right in the middle of Swerve’s. Humans stretch, if you can push another human out of this hole-“ Brainstorm rubbed his index against your pulsing hole before pushing the tip in making you arch your back and hiss in both pain and pleasure. “You could have taken my spike.”

“You would have ripped me apart!” You moan out while moving your hips against his digit.

Brainstorm looked all too pleased at you as he reached for the miniature version if his own spike. “I really would have,” he grinned. You heard a hiss like a release of air. You tilted your head back only to gawk in awe if the massive appendage before you.

His spike identical to the small version he was holding was leaking pink transfluid. Your mouth watered at the thought of licking him clean.

“Brainstorm, baby,” you said in an airy voice. “Please let me suck you. Fuck your dick looks so good!”

A shudder ran through Brainstorm that made his spike twitch. He released his grip on your legs allowing you to crawl over his chasis and to his spike. It was probably the length of your leg or just a little shorter. You couldn’t imagine trying to take him to the base but your hole pulsed at the idea anyway. Brainstorm watched appreciatively as you stood on your hands and knees just marveling at his spike. Your bare ass and pussy presented to him like a present.

“Go ahead, sweet spark,” Brainstorm moaned as he measured the smaller version of his spike against your cunt. “It’s all yours.”

You practically pounced on his spike your hands rubbing over the biolights as they pulsed the same blue light as his eyes. Your tongue traced up his shaft to his leaky head in worship. Brainstorm gasped out curling his hips forward into your eager touch. Your tongue slurped up as much of his transfluid as you could. Brainstorm nearly dropped the miniature version of his spike at the feeling of your soft mouth working his spike. It was everything he’d ever dreamed of. Those fantasies and restless recharge cycles spent thinking about your cute lips wrapped around him, your soft pussy leaking in front of him, everything was finally coming together.

Your hips wiggled so cutely in front of him he couldn’t help but press the tip of the miniature spike to your hole.

You gasped pushing your hips back at the feeling.

Brainstorm whined being able to feel both your leaky cunt and your hands at the same time. “Is it too much, baby?” You murmured with your lips trailing his spike. Brainstorm moaned out your name as he pushed the tip of the toy inside of you.

“Keep-“ Brainstorm felt his body glitch in pleasure. “Keep sucking.” He was panting at the simultaneous feeling of your pussy wrapped around him via the miniature of his spike and your lips on his actual member.

You obeyed Brainstorm’s plea kissing and sucking on the tip of his cock while slowly moving your hips against his miniature. “You taste so good, Stormy,” you moaned while licking the transfluid off your lips. Brainstorm’s servo grabbed the back of your head pushing you back down onto his spike. You squeaked out a surprised noise as your mouth engulfed the head of his spike once more.

He slipped more of the miniature into you his intake open and drooling at the feeling of both your pussy and mouth on him. Your tongue licking and teasing his slit while the wet walls of your cunt gripped him.

You squeezed your eyes shut feeling your hole being spread open over the thickest part of the miniature. You whined around his spike trying to push your hips back against the toy. It was then with a wet pop that you were able to take Brainstorm’s miniature spike to the base.

You felt stretched beyond belief. Your hole having never taken something so big. You sloppily licked around Brainstorm’s spike feeling drunk off of his spike. You needed more of him, you wanted more of him. Your hips rose and fell over the toy as Brainstorm held it to keep it steady. You were so soft, so wet. He couldn’t believe the feeling if your soft little human valve wrapped around him while you licked and worshiped his spike.

His eyes followed your pussy as his miniature slid in and out of your greedy hole with every rise and fall of your hips. The wet slapping of your drooling cunt against the metal of the toy was enough to have Brainstorm shivering and humping your mouth with his actual spike.

You moaned, hearts practically in your eyes, letting Brainstorm take from your mouth what he wanted.

“You’re so good,” there was a slight glitch in Brainstorm’s vocalizers. “I don’t think I’d be able to stop. I’m going to keep your valve stretched out like this all the time.” You shivered grinding your hips at the base of the toy. You released your mouth from Brainstorm’s spike with a wet pop as you wrapped your arms around the metal appendage. His humped against your torso while you bounced on the toy. The stimulation was proving too much and Brainstorm couldn’t hold back the cry of your name as he covered you in his transfluids.

Your face and torso were flooded with the glowing pink substance. You stood still in shock not expecting there to be so much cum. You looked over your shoulder at your panting lover. His optics half lidded and his intake open. His vents rushed air in and out trying to cool him down and the sight of your face covered in his release didn’t help.

He could still feel your pussy wrapped around him. Fluttering walls making him whine in overstimulation.

You smirked at his noise as you brought your hips up only to slam them back down. Brainstorm let out an almost pained moan but did nothing to stop you.

“Feel good?” You teased leaning forward so Brainstorm could get a better view of your sloppy cunt slobbering all over the miniature of his spike. Brainstorm nodded and for once was without words.

You eagerly bounced on his toy taking whatever you wanted from him. His optic ridges pulled together as he winced. It was starting to hurt having you fuck him after his overload but the feeling of your walls so wet and tight around him was too wonderful to stop.

“Mmmm,” you moaned arching your back. “I cant wait to use this again. I might keep it in me all day.”

Brainstorm swore under his breath his servos grabbing your hips to guide you up and down the toy. “You’d look so cute trying not to cum in front of everyone,” you teased. “No one would have any idea that your little human was using you like a toy.”

Brainstorm’s grip was bruising. You shivered knowing you’d have the imprints of his servos on your hips for days to come. Your hand wandered down to your clit rubbing the tight bundle in circles. The room was filled with the sounds of panting, gasping, and the wet plapping of your pussy as you fucked yourself on Brainstorm’s miniature.

“Fuck!” You cried tears coming to your eyes. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum all over your spike!”

You screamed Brainstorm’s name as a rush of fluids exited your body. Your squirt dripped down Brainstorm’s teal plating as you rode out your high. Your words were a jumbled mess of praise and Brainstorm’s name. He felt his spark flutter in pure bliss seeing his lover covered in his transfluid riding out their high on top of him.

“So good,” You muttered before feeling your knees go weak. Brainstorm’s servos kept you steady and balanced as he slipped you off the toy. A string of your slick arousal still connected your pulsing cunt to the miniature. He slowly rested your body against his helm as he carefully set the miniature aside.

You panted letting your body rest against his helm with your legs draped over his chasis. Your pussy still throbbing from your orgasm.

“I love you,” Brainstorm panted while stroking up your body with one of his servos. You turned your head pressing kisses to the side of his face plate. “Do you think you could make one of those but it’s my pussy instead?”

You had to hold on tight to Brainstorm’s faceplate as he jolted up in the berth. His eyes wide in excitement and realization. “I bet I could!” Brainstorm exclaimed his mind already running wild with ideas. You giggled holding onto his helm already excited for what he had planned.

[redsea8me]

I need a description of the daily life of this small family of 3 🙏🏾

OKAY I GENUINELY GOT SO EXCITED FOR THIS ASK I LOVE TALKING ABOUT THEM

okay but uh… where to start…

Okay so, Vaporex is the super awesome little midwestern town that nobody knows exists and Ratchet popped out of the small hotspot there and Chromatin nabbed him before anyone else could and he quickly became her medical assistant/son boy whom she loves dearly and also wakes up at 5 am bc it is Time To Go To Work and every morning Ratchet is like Mamma please stop doing this

Chromatin is very action focused, spending time with her means working with her or watching her work while she explains it, idk, Ratchets quality time with her ranged from from sudden onsite medical lessons to quiet evenings w/ energon by a fire under the night sky while Ratchet talked excitedly about about the future

Bellarin is a travelling merchant, so she isn’t home all the time but her and her family are constantly writing letters to each other, when she’s home she’s very much the one to take Ratchet on fun adventures (read: hunting trips bc she is lizard) and sometimes Ratchet travels with her, she knows like a hundred different languages and has taught Ratchet a few, her and him bully each other playfully, she teases him relentlessly and will be the first person to pull out the embarrassing baby photos

(on the topic of baby, when Ratchet was newly forged he had no idea about Bellarin at all until suddenly she showed up in Chroma’s house middle of the night and she herself had no idea about her new son and when Chromatin was woken up by the two of them she had to explain everything)

it’s all very fun when Ratchet leaves for Iacon to go to medschool bc this is baby’s first trip by himself (Chromatin cried) and when he gets there nearly the first thing he does is call his parents but it’s awful and awkward bc Vaporex isn’t really.. advanced at all, there is a singular phone that belongs to Chromatins medical bay and it trying to reach Iacon is a little hard 😭 they call as often as they can tho

getting calls from them is always a doozy but Ratchet always responds bc his sleep schedule is shit at medschool, it’s very funny tho bc Chromatin is very blunt and oft forgoes social conventions/cues (she’s autistic) so sometimes the first words out of her mouth when Ratchet picks up the phone is “Have you eaten, boy?” And Ratchet has to decide on whether or not he feels like facing the consequences of his answer or not (3am breakfast)

sometimes when they call it’s after or during one of Ratchets party moments and Chromatin won’t notice but Bellarin will Know and will encourage him (she’s an enabler) and remind him to be safe (she reminds him that if he gets kicked out bc of his partying Chromatin will be Very Disappointed and it shakes him to his core)

sometimes they drop by unexpectedly bc Bellarin is a Very Fancy Lady who goes to Very Fancy Events and she’s bringing her Mountain of a Wife with her Fuck You so sometimes they pull up

it always startles everyone a bit bc Bella walks in like she owns the place and Chroma plods along behind with her cane hitting the ground threateningly bc she’s big and scary and also doesn’t like new places so her permanent resting bitch face looks even worse (she earns the charms of Ratchets professors tho bc even if her medical knowledge is very dated and she doesn’t have a formal education her ability to work with limited materials in a stressful environment is next to none) but Ratchets parents scare his peers a bit but he probably does too honestly

uh ending it here bc I’ve realized I’ve tapped a lot about things that weren’t really your question 😭

[medicdoodles]

A mashup of IDW and Seige canon of Ratchet and Deadlock, meet and run his underground asylum.

Based on Dialogue trees you get from Futomimi and Sakagahi, when you do the Aferlife Bell quest in SMT Nocturne.

For Ratchlock day.

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There's a stain shaped like a human.

Work hard, do your best, and eventually you'll get somewhere.

When Ratchet transferred from the highest ranked schooling from Vaporex to the political charged state of Iacon, he expected pointed comments. He expected turned up faces. What he didn't know was how much he would be pushed into being an engineer.

Sure he has some skill in the field, many of his professors have left comments on it but never has he imagined being one. However, Ratchet found that his study to become a medic was going nowhere. Everywhere he went all of the classes would refuse his application, but he didn't give up.

If he wasn't going to be an official student he could still go to classes. When other mechs would sneak out or skip lectures he would slip in. Medic trainees would pay him to do their homework and he took it. All this hard work pays off, he gets the top scores, his engineering career is going well too. When his colleagues get hurt he can repair them better than the campus doctors. Then he graduated...

He gets hired to work on ground bridge operations. It doesn't excite him but it was honest work, and he could save enough money to carry equipment for a first aid kit. Once he was shipped off to the outskirts of the Dead End, that's where he finds his calling.

Since all fast travel in the area was decommissioned, Ratchet was forced to drive out to all locations. It wasn't too bad, but since he was the only one willing to do this job he was on his own. That's when he sees in person just how much Cybertron has abandon.

Streets filled with broken mechs and ruined buildings. There's no hope here, and his white paint lights up against the ash filled air, stains the vision of the city. It was silent until a siren went off in the distance. Despite him knowing the police's pensions for brutality, seeing it with his own eyes still frighten him.

"You're going to be okay." He hears a bot the panic in his voice. "Just hang in there, I'm going to get you help. Just hold on." Ratchet makes it to the voice. It was two bots in the middle of the road, both covered in blood. However, one person is down, closer to death.

"I don't think I can...", said bot also coughs up more blood. "Just wait for me to pass on. Then you can scavenge my parts."

"It's not fair." The mech brakes eye contact, looking to the sky. Then he looks towards the siren lights driving away. "They killed the wrong bot..."

"Let me try to help." Ratchet walks up to two mechs. The back mind is yelling at him, he's a ground bridge operator, an engineer, never even picked ot study medic. He can't do this, but he also can't stand here doing nothing. "I can't promise anything, but please I want to help."

They both look at him with a befuddled faces. He knows they shouldn't trust him but something must have broken because they allow him to help. They let him operate, and by the end of it all they thanked him, and for the first time since he left his home village, he felt proud of himself.

That's when Ratchet knew the direction of where is life is going. He would make money fixing and maintaining public works, taking other jobs, and making as much money as he could to build a clinc. He set it up in the center of Dead End, chosen it to give it resistance the fastest access to him. He worked himself tirelessly between these jobs and for the first time in his life. He managed to find success and happiness.

Do you think my life was a success?

Yes

>No

I see... yeah you might be right.

Just when I thought I achieved happiness, my fortune collapsed like a house of cards.

Then the outside world gotten word about it. The Senate at first only saw the healing of Dead End's bots. That they would start to walk around and they would fix the left over peices of the city. Had enough energy to walk around and wanted to start working.

However, Ratchet soon discovered that this was unwanted. That if Dead End successfully pulled itself together and made it possible to be something, then the fundamental ideology of Functionism would be thrown into question. If that where to happen, what other mechs would go against the class systems set forward by them.

It couldn't stand, so they made sure it didn't, and so they set off a bomb. Framed as an accident during transit from the military bases, they had approved of it being set off. Then they approved of some police officers to do a quick sweep of firing rounds to hit what remained. They're mission wasn't to kill anyone but if the managed too, it wasn't seen as a bad thing.

At the time Ratchet was sent off planet to see if he could assist in fixing a space bridge from Lunar-2 to Tyger Pax. Of course when it played on the news he tried to ground bridge there, but couldn't. His first transporters where destroyed, when he did get back, his clinc as well. Then when he made it home, his house was raided too.

Nothing made him feel so powerless than when he was stopped at the front door. A mech had pinned him against the wall of his assigned room and warned him away from returning to Dead End. That if they found out he went back he wouldn't be able to keep his face.

Worse was when the said mech had his hands wonder all over his body, and said next time he gets sent out he has permission to do as he pleases with him. Ratchet also finds all of his funds were frozen out, and when he does get access to them all of the money had disappeared.

You should be careful. You never know what tomorrow may bring...

After all of that, Ratchet still tries to help. He still returns to assist all the mechs of the city. They still look at him with hopefully eyes, but understanding that they could never crawl out by their own strength. Many where mad at him for even letting them entertain the idea. Others where mad for him, after all it was one thing to steal from bots with nothing on them. It was another to kick the bot who tries to give a hand to someone who needs it.

Most bots however, joined the Decepticons. They believed that if the government had been threatened by their peaceful solution then they would coware at their revolution. All of this would lead to their planet dying, not that the blame could be one sided. The Senate and later the Autobots would fight them to standstill.

Ratchet would find himself in the middle of it. At first he tried to stay neutral but the bots of Dead End where quick to bring up the attack. Then it was shaking down his person and finally braking into his home and ransacking his equipment.

Traitor was branded on his door, then on his frame. When Ratchet returned to work with a still orange smelter on his left hip, his friend Wheeljack, help him join the Autobots. For a time he was safe, the squad he joined even allowed him to repair any bot whom he wanted, even Decepticons were allowed to be fixed.

Do you think my life was a success?

>Yes

No

That's what everybody else thought, too.

...until that one day.

That was until a superior officer had came down for a vist. When they saw Ratchet repair two mechs with purple badges, they made it clear to him this would stop. If he gets caught again they would charge him with treason and he would be place on the enemy list. That's when he knew he had to go.

Being a deserter was a lighter charge than being a traitor. With his life on the line again, Ratchet has to go, because he could never leave a bot to die. In his spark he could never leave a mech to die without trying. He gives Wheeljack his coordinates, he trust that mech to only uses it when absolutely necessary.

Or at least he did.

The next time he sees his former colleague the bot had brought in toe a former bailiff turned Assassin. They force Ratchet to hand over everything on his person. The bots he was traveling with where tied down and put into custody of the Prime.

For the first time in my life, I had the urge to kill.

He was left on the ground, one push away from the cliffside. Wheeljack had saved his life but at the freedom of others. That's when he tells him to never find him again. That if he truly is sorry, he would only give that location to mechs who need it. They both promised something that day and that would be the last time he would speak to him, or it seemed.

So much anger,

As the war went on, Ratchet would travel. He would make a portable ground bridge went to the next battlefields and collect both parts and bots left behind to die. Like a Grim Reaper, he walks the path of death. However, he wouldn't take life he would do his best to keep it.

Rumor about his presence as a super natural entity made it easier to avoid authority. Many bots who believed in apparitions would come with him quietly. When he repaired them all of them would stay by him. When two bots of different factions would meet, it was almost always up to him to keep them civil.

Then he ran into Deadlock. The bot he gained feelings for. At first he didn't recognize him, but in private the mech tells him about the time they first met. That he was standing in the middle of the road in his friend's arm about to die. Then he adimts about the time he almost turned him to Megatron.

But the only way he could place Deadlock to the incidents is when he spoke those words to him. "Come on Doc, don't think like that. Everyone has kindness in their hearts."

That's when Ratchet's spark drops. This was the mech who was sent to capture him. Who knew of his habit of helping injured bots and almost trapped him into the Decepticons. Whenever he looks at Deadlock now, all he sees is a bot who has changed course, and doesn't he deserve a chance at it.

Ratchet of course also has a bad habit of letting mechs who hurt him do it again. So they both come to an agreement, he repairs Deadlock and takes him to back. The mech agrees to help him out with his operations.

So that's what they did. Ratchet would travel around and Deadlock would follow in tow. Keeping him safe and holding down bots when their reflexes kicked in. Later when their party had gotten too big to travel around and the building became to full. Deadlock drove off without a word.

Weeks became months and when two years passed by the mech came back. He tells Ratchet that he managed to find a bombed down theater that still had functional power. It was large enough for housing and medical care. When he shows him Ratchet is so relieved that he kisses him on the spot.

Deadlock field goes haywire but he doesn't reject it. Instead he grabs Ratchet's frame and frags him hard and wild, places him on the stage. With his groveling voice yells into Ratchet's microphone pick ups that he can't wait when the crew comes in. That after a long shift of picking up bots and patching up frames they would do this again, and next time they will have an audience to perform for.

That was the only time they had. As most of it was being too exhausted with fixing the building. Making sure that it look destroyed from the outside, having to only fix the bottom floors without collapsing the building from the top proved to be difficult. Even with the mechs he saved helping out, many issuses of resources and planning was still too much to worry about.

So Deadlock planned to search again. He spends his last night just sitting next to Ratchet. Telling him not worry, and he will comm every day just to reassure him of his safety. Ratchet gives him his ground bridge. Tells him to come back immediately after he finds something he thinks will help and that he will pick up his calls even if he can't talk back.

That was the last time they speak together, because once Ratchet was properly situated he update Wheeljack of his location.

There's a stain shaped like a human.

That's when he finds Impactor and things spirals out of control. Between Wheeljack taking Optimus Prime here, their entourage raising tempers and talks about Megatron abuse of the Matrix. Ratchet has to leave.

Many of his mechs encourage him to stay. Prime has no power here and if they want his help he should force the Autobots to promise to leave them alone. He doesn't answer them, he knows Wheeljack has betrayed him before. That the army has force his hands, but something tells him complying is the best option.

He turns to Impactor, tells him to tell the bigger bots to take care of the sick. Ratchet knows that mech has turned himself around and regained his spark. So it comes to a surprise that the mech follows behind him. Defending him from Elita-One and even sacrificing his own frame by pulling his comm out.

They violated him and still Impactor smiles at him, stays with him and gives his life for him. He sees his spark give out, but never sees his new found love of life leave his body.

That mankin died. He died the instant he became human. You see humans cannot exist in the vortex world...

As he boards the Arc, Ratchet gets a call from Deadlock. When he reached to answer the distance is to far.

[pluage-docters-go-brrrrrr]

So I thought of this last night after watching a quick review of the Friday the 13th movies and it has been in my head since. (The video is by the youtuber chalupa. This is in tfp btw.)

So basically on cyberteon, after the war, there's this successful horror movie trilogy and the directors are thinking of making the final part of the series. They want to make the one character that has been watching from the sidelines the whole time. Then one guy gets the idea to get a popular figure to be that character. But the only popular figures at the time are political figures.

So they go to like Bumblebee or Arcee or something and their like "nah, the movie business isn't really my thing." But like they have Ratchet with them for some reason and he's like, "oh wow, being in a movie sure sounds interesting." So like the directors are like sure why not and make some adjustments to this new character to just make them Ratchet. Because Ratchet's smart and would figure the bad guys whole flow very easily.

So like they just have ratchet in here with seasoned actors and like 1/12 of the shit he does is like improvised cus the directors told him to just be himself the whole time. And most of the script was pretty accurate.

I have two scenes floating in my head at this point. So the first is the whole introduction of the new character thing and it's like a whole interview for like a talk show or something and like in the middle of the answer to a question the bad guy walks in and like he's murdered 3 people at this point and ratchet just goes like this:

(Can't draw the back of ratchet's head lol) Two seconds later ratchet just shoots the guy like 10 times.

The second is like the bad guy is thought to be dead because the girl main character stabed him 45 times and they all start walking away but then the bad guy gets up and so they all have to do a climactic turn around. And when they turn around ratchet's just like "fuck this guy" picks up a vase and like smashes it on the guys head. The bad guy falls to the floor and junk and and ratchet casually just does this:

So(off topic) the tf wiki page for tfp ratchet says he's from a small village outside of iacon or something so I'm spawning artistic liberties and saying the village is in vaproex. Thus making him Ratchet of vaporex, and I head cannon he looks more like someone from iacon than from vaporex so everyone just assumes he's from iacon. So when the credits are being made ratchet's all like "oh btw I'm from vaporex" and everyone's like "oh no we put iacon." But ratchet just like changes so it reads "Ratchet of Vaporex as Ratchet of Iacon" instead. They kept it because they were too scared to change it.

I shared this with @shroombat14 already and I thought it would be better to write it down in case I ever want to make a fic or comic about it. I'll probably reblog to add any new ideas to this idea dump. Maybe new visuals as well. 🤷‍♂️

[ghoulz4foolz]

Alright I have a lot of thoughts about TF:One!!! [SPOILERS BELOW]

So, firstly, I loved it! There was a whole lot good about it, but I am mostly going to discuss my criticisms. Just because I have some things I don't care for/would change doesn't mean I didn't like it or don't value it as a fresh start!

My biggest issue was with giving Optimus and Megatron the exact same origin. It set up a great relationship between them, but leaves their later development a bit unfounded. So much of the reason OP and Megs have different views is because of their origin. Megatron was a miner in the pits of Kaon (sometimes Tarn in some continuities), a gladiator. He had nothing if he didn't take it himself. Orion Pax was an archivist. Not high class, but not bottom rung.

Transformers is nothing if not a class commentary. By making Optimus and Megatron complete equals you miss out on the story of Why Megatron is more willing to lead by force. He had to be forceful. Optimus didn't endure the same hardships. Optimus studied history while Megatron fought and worked day in and day out. This doesn't make one more right inherently, but it's **why** they act so differently. The movie frames it like Megatron was just angrier and more prone to violence. You lose all the threads that add nuance to the class commentary. People in oppressive regimes are more likely to act upon their oppressors. Making them equally oppressed makes Optimus seem so much more moral for wanting to overthrow Sentinel without violence.

They also made almost all the autobots shown miners, while the decepticons were the ex high guard. This was a bizarre choice to me. It made the Autobots the working folk while the Decepticons were on the outskirts, not participating actively in the society. I don't actually dislike the choice to make the Decpticon high command the ex guard. It could be super interesting. I just found it strange that no other Iacon citizens (that I saw!!) Were would-be cons.

Also!! I didn't care for Iacon being the one and only place on Cybertron pretty much. It's mentioned as a city, but it seems to be the only city there is. The movie really homogenized the planet. Where is Kaon? Vos? Vaporex? Small criticism, but I think it would have added a lot of depth to see a whole planet revolutionize rather than one city.

Ultimately, I know most of these choices were made to start the series new in an easy-to-consume format, but in doing so, they lost a lot of stuff I really valued about things like the IDW run (and even Bayverse)

[decepticonfessional]

Finally got a good chunk of basic functionality working with Cybercattle Ranch, so now I can start building out scenes. There are three ranch locations - Toraxxis, Monoplex, and Vaporex. I’ll be focusing on the first one, which is where Bumblebee, Cliffjumper, Smokescreen, and Bluestreak all are, with the starting mechabull being Magnus.

[fieldmedicine]

"Look," Ratchet mutters, cheek resting on his fist. "Me and him grew up the same. I mean, sure, Vaporex is way up to the north and the Pious Pools are down past Tetrahex out on the coast, but it was the same kind of thing. Little religious enclave, one service hall, everybot knowing everybot."

He fiddles with the empty drink in front of him, tapping his index against the glass.

"I got out early. I don't think Rung ever left."

[rifleseye]

I've talked about it in depth with a friend (who is not on here) But here's my general headcanon for what the Lost Light's crew structure and layout is like.

LOST LIGHT CREW STRUCTURE

Captain: Rodimus Prime of Nyon Second-in-command: Ultra Magnus of Ambus Minor Third-in-command: Drift of Rodion

Director of Science: Perceptor of Nova Cronum Director of Medicine: Ratchet of Vaporex ( Formerly ), First Aid of Hydrax, Velocity of Aperium ( Temporary ) Director of Communication: Blaster of Iacon Director of Security: Red Alert of Iacon ( Formerly ), Hound of Lower Monoplex Director of Engineering: Hoist of Kalis ( Formerly ), Nautica of the Western Camien Sea

Lead Pilot and Navigator: Mainframe of Altihex Lead Mechanic: Nautica of the Western Camien Sea Lead Psychiatrist: Rung of the Pious Pools Lead Weapons Engineer: Brainstorm of Operation: Solar Storm Internal Affairs Committee: Rodimus, Ultra Magnus, Xaaron, (Sometimes Directors)

LOST LIGHT SHIP LAYOUT

The Lost Light is segmented into 3 different decks. These decks are further separated into smaller floors and wings. The ship was built in segments, which was then all brought together in a cohesive structure. The engines were added last and are detachable from the rest of the structure for ease of swapping and general repair.

DECK 1 — All of the hab suites. Observation decks. Visage’s. Mess hall. Lecture halls. DECK 2 — Bridge. Light storage. Offices. Meeting hall. Swerve’s. Communications. DECK 3 — R&D. Medical. Heavy storage. Generator + engine rooms. Brig. Shuttle bays. Reservoir. Laboratories.

[poptimus-prime]

Ratchet+ sweets

He prefers his sweets to also be spicy because it reminds him of home. Hailing from Vaporex means that he has a high spice tolerance because that's just what he's become accustomed to.

At least while he's eating it. We can talk about the consequences afterward.

[cocajimmycola]

Assorted Badges

Vaporex , Retrox , Dollemo , Dollpunk , Timdyria , Solarcreation , Mercurycreation , Venuscreation , Earthcreation , Marscreation , Jupitercreation , Saturncreation , Uranuscreation , Neptunecreation , Plutocreation

[pastelgrungewrecker]

Drache || Sg || Au of an Au of an Au

Don't try to reach me, 'cause I'll tear up your mind I've seen the future and I've left it behind

[“It’s destabilizing.”, sighed Stormy, knuckles rubbing at his temple to mitigate the headache from a sixteen hour binge in New Kimia’s labs as his double rested his head on the dining room table, “I. I can’t fucking figure out why, why NOW- But something’s wrong. Paradox doubles are bleeding through in heavier and heavier numbers, all of them saying they were guided by some kind. Some kind of weird leader.”

“Weird leader? Like a resistance?”, asked Perceptor as Percy stirred his coffee and tilted his head.

“Something in. I think it’s some lingua franca from a fringe colony maybe. Klinky Saga or something?”

“Strange.”, said Percy, the more flamboyant of the doubled Perceptors, before he sipped his coffee, “It almost sounds like old central Iaconian; from before Neo became the preferred speech?”

“Yes, perhaps.”, mused Perceptor, “Try to say it again?”

“Klayne Shagh?”

“Kleyne Shlang.”, said Ratchet from the kitchen as his double looked up, “Means little or young dragon, I think. Some of the old’ns in Vaporex spoke a language modified slightly from auld Iaconian; it’s actually still mostly spoken around where Ma lives.”

“Strange. I wonder why that moniker.”]

Sightless eyes watched the ship engage, a hand covered in a dirty glove didn’t bother to rise to shield a visor as the engines fired up and the shuttle vanished into the nightdark in silence and flickers of miniature sunbeams like a comet.

He turned, looking behind him and away from the Rift in the sky like a bleeding wound as he saw the Hell Horizon of the approaching battalions of the False God’s ships. He cracked his knuckles, tapping the side of the digivisor and whispering his commands.

“Server- destruct. Permissions code 8 dash 6 6 0 dash 3 5 7 7.”

::Permissions accepted, server wipe in t-minus 5...::

He smiled, mirthless and cold, and bolted for the two-man shuttle he’d had waiting on standby. The door hissed closed after him, his digivisor sending the activation codes to the shuttles main console and firing up the idle engines to max in seconds- jarring his passenger awake with a groan.

“Bout time. Thought I’d have to-nngh. Leave without ya.”

“As if you have the ability to stay awake, much less steer Captain.”, was the deadpan answer, “Stop forcing yourself to stay aware, let the sedatives work their magic- you’re gravely injured you know.”

“Yeah, well. Optimus ain’t exactly one to fuck around when it comes to finding out he’s wrong.”

“Hush, Rodimus.”, was the sighed command.

“That’s no way to talk to your old Cap’n, Aid.”

“Not a Captain anymore- The Last Light is rubble and this is my shuttle.”, Was First Aid’s soft answer as he took his seat and heard the distant rumble of carpet-bombing beginning to commence. He paused a moment, closing his eyes in a brief second of grieving for his fourth home lost to the ego of a mad God and then steadied himself. The soft trills and twitters of the console accepting his commands as his hands moved without him looking and he cocked an ear towards the badly beaten man in the passenger side.

“...I’m sorry we lost Magnus.”, was the curt statement.

“...Least we got the twins.”, was Rodimus’s reply, nodding his head to the darkened side of the shuttles interior where two teenage boys slept the sleep of the medicated- each sporting matching black eyes and nose patches, “That’s the important thing. That.. NeoCreator program... Why did Prowl even think it would wo-”

And with that, the shuttle took off at beyond breakneck speed; Rodimus wincing loudly and the twin boys snorting awake with shocked yelps in tandem. They steadied quickly, the Rift rising high in their vision through the heavy window of the shuttle before First Aid snapped the shuttle’s covers closed and dropped them into darkness.

“So. Why the nickname. Little Dragon? Sounds like a cartoon character for younglings learning their colors.”

“It’s something of a signal. To the right people on the other side.”, said First Aid with a grim smile, “...Assuming, of course- they made it. I hope they did- or I’m doomed and you’re dead and so are the boys.”

“Draw made it through.”, grumbled one of the boys with a yawn, “I know he did. His trackers are all still active.”

“Prowl’s trackers, you mean?”

“Nah, his own. He gave me the signal frequency just in case he uh. Vanished on Kimia for No Good Reason.”

“Aw, how sweet. You’re boyfriend taught you how to stalk him-”

“Shut up Forge, you fucking donkey-”

“Boys, no fuckin’ swearing!”

“Hold tight, engaging Rift in Five...”

“Four.”

“Three.”

“Two.”

“One.”

Another comet in a distant night sky as rolling death drifted over the last vestiges of a paradox planet, smoke billowing from the ruins left behind.

On the other side of the Rift; the sky darkened like an electric storm- the terrifying expulsions of electricity that plagued the planet in the time before history could be remembered. 

Twin Ratchets ran themselves ragged as power flickered, as generators were kicked and revved awake and lines were checked with an obsessive frequency. The sky was pitch black and the Rift pulsed in the sky like a visible tear in an artery, like a threat without words.

Blue eyes watched, too dark coffee was drunk too fast because sometimes chemicals could be a lifeline.

“What is on your mind, double?”, asked a modified medic with an amused snort.

A sigh, a hand through still vibrantly red hair.

“I’m just thinkin’ about what Stormy said, that he’d found out about the paradox doubles coming through the Rift. They keep saying they’re being.. Directed? Sent? By someone.”

“Oho, another ragtag attempt at resisting my people’s Optimus. Goody-goody.”, was the exhausted mutter, “Do tell, what grand title did this one use.”

“It almost sounds. Childish. Cartoonish. Like a nickname, y’know?”

“Mhm. Well, don’t keep me in suspense.”

“It’s old Teorrex, for Little Dragon. Sounds like a cartoon charac- GGGHK!”

And suddenly, Ratchet is faced with a mad-eyed double, modified hand cinched around a strong neck and pulling them close enough for him to see fear and the flickers of enhancements in glimmering eyes.

“ARE YOU SURE. ARE YOU CERTAIN-”

“Y-hgk-YES NOW LEMME GO BEFORE I CHOKE ASSHOLE-”

He was released with apologies, whispered and almost frantic and suddenly Ratchet is watching his wilder twin skitter about like a spooked deer, snatching up things like keycard rings and digging about in desk drawers for-

“IS THAT A FUCKING PISTOL.”

“Yes, yes it fucking is!”, hissed the more vicious of the pair, “I have to go, I need to get to the Rift immediately-”

“Wh- What, hey wait WHY after hearin’ that silly name are you running off like a Petrex hen with it’s head lopped off-”

“Drache.”

A pause.

A sigh from the modified medic that seemed to deflate him and his ego at once, “Drache was a nickname Prowl had for me. Dragon, in auld Iaconian. It was... Not quite an inside joke, more likely it was derogatory because of his jealousy and, well. The fact he was absolutely out of his mind with zealotry. But Little Dragon as a name isn’t a name or a title. It’s a signal.”

“A signal?”

“Yes. The little me. The smaller me- That nickname could be First Aid on the run again; since I am gone, and he was CMO of the Last Light then... then when Optimus reclaimed it he...”

“...He woulda forced your Aid to become his medic, thinking your Aid could keep him alive like you used to.”

“Exactly. That name can’t be an accident- Not with how clever my boy is. Now; I have to go- I have to go and make sure; The Rift is acting up obviously, and it does this before a horde pushes through.”

Then the sky crackled alive with fingers of electricity and the Rift seemed to glow brighter and almost wider as the noses of shuttles pushed through, looking like a shark’s teeth growing in due to the the distance from the planet’s surface.

“Get goin’ then! I can hold down this place, I’ve held down worse now GIT!”

A mod from the modded double and he snatched his day coat, hurriedly pulling it on to flare behind him as he ran- polished leather shoes silent on the sanitized tiles as he barged through doors and out into the street.

Hurriedly, his vehicle rumbled to life, the dashcomm activating when he babbled his verbal code and his modded hands nearly dented the steering as he gripped onto it.

“Mmn, hello dear- Just woke up from a nap; wait, you should still be on shift love, love what is it-”

“Aid’s coming.”, he choked out as his speed climbed higher. His eyes burned almost like they needed to grieve as hope climbed too high behind a reinforced chest, “It’s Aid, love. I know it is. Double told me the name the Riftrunners have been giving.”

“What name, oh, the whole little dra...gon...”, Percy’s voice trailed off, and then silence before a breathless half sob leaked through, “Oh God. Oh God that’s right, Prowl always called you that stupid fucking name and Aid was. You made him CMO before...”

“I did. I shouldn’t have god DAMMIT I’ve never been stupider- Hell in a handbasket this is the biggest horde through the Rift yet-”

The commline dropped as his vehicle’s motors died with a shriek; as massive shuttles drifted through with scalds and scorchmarks all along the sides and stamped with city names he could feel were long gone.

He stumbled out, jacket flapping in the heated downdrafts that kept bursting through in random intervals and then he saw it- as the last shuttle pushed through and the Rift began to shrink back down to it’s usual size once more.

He saw it, careening crookedly through the sky at an uncontrolled angle with red lights bright along each side... and the Mad Mod Medic began to run. He shouldered past Enforcers and field medics, modified eyes on the sky and blown wide as enhancements zoomed in best they could; soot dusted his clothes as he got ever closer to the hellscape of a landing zone the massive shuttles had chosen as their own systems gave out and he watched in sudden and new terror as the much smaller spacecraft spiralled down and slammed into the ground at what he prayed was not terminal velocity.

And he ran. He felt the singe of seams in clothes overheating as he got closer and closer to the still bubbling hull and gagged as he breathed too deep the fumes of burning protectant coatings and crackling systems.

He pounded his fist on the shuttle’s visible and half melted door, bellowing a name loud enough for his forgotten God to hear.

“MULLEIN, MULLEIN ARE YOU IN THERE, CAN YOU HEAR ME!!”

The trill of the lock releasing, and a crackle in his earpiece comm.

“Papa, hel-”, and static.

He ran his hands over the shuttle door, looking for any point to get a grip on even as he heard Enforcers behind him.

“Sir, hands up, this is a restricted zone-”

“MY SON IS IN HERE NOW STEP DOWN OR YOU NEVER SEE YOUR FAMILIES AGAIN!”

Steam trickled from between megalodon’s teeth, eyes wide and glowing in unholy glimmers of green and blue and sickly hazmat yellow. He turned back, snarling again and flexing modified hands to expose knifelike claw implants that had long ago replaced fingernails. Still simmering metal screamed like it was in pain as he dug hands into where seams once were before the Rift burned it all together, and he began to pull. He pulled until he felt shoulders creak, until the nanomodded heart in his chest seemed to scream in time with the steel and he had to pause- coughing toxicity and pressure steam before his moved his head to crack his neck and start again.

Inside the shuttle, Aid coughed weakly; Halfway through the push through the Rift internal oxygenation systems had failed. He had masked the twin boys and Rodimus but all three had fallen unconscious as sedatives and lack of air slowly began to overtake them.

And Aid had simply tried to breath quick and soft and small; just like all those years ago when his Nana bundled him close and told him to breathe by her heart; when the air was hot like it was now, when the smoke tasted acrid where it leaked in from the crash and it smelled like Vaporex burning.

And then, there was light. Flashlight.

Flashlights illuminating a broad-shouldered silhouette with shimmering eyes and a crisp-shouldered businessman’s coat.

“H-Hello. Father.”, rasped First Aid as his digivisor finally shorted out, “Rodim-s. Stitches. Not holding-”

Aid passed out then, feeling his body relax and weaken as the bellows of unfamiliar voices called for breather masks and oxygen tanks. As he felt familiar modified and calloused hands reach in after the weight of Rodimus and the boys was moved from the broad chest he inherited from Optimus’s right hand medic.

The paradox Ratchet stood tall, Enforcers backing away at the few mods that had activated in his panic and fury and he lifted his Aid from the destroyed shuttle and held him close.

“Call the New Iacon Research Hospital.”, he rasped, “Call the red Ratchet.”

{The between place glimmered like the Rift. Aid looked around, touching his face and knowing he was dreaming because his vision was so very bright. His steps clacked like he walked the halls of an afterlife his Nana once pondered the existence of.

“Mullein. Lee, my baby.”

He turned, recognizing that voice.

“Nana! Nana where are you!”

“Foller my voice, young’n. Your papa’s worried sick now.”

“NANA! NANA WAIT WAIT FOR ME!”

“Oh baby- it ain’t time for you t’follow me so far yet.”, were the words that echoed around him as his temples began to throb, “Jus’ follow m’voice. I’m so proud a’you li’l one. Now g’wan. Your Papa is so worr-”}

-”ied about you. And so am I, my sweet boy.”

“Nana!”

Aid sat bolt upright, seeing only vague shadowy grey shapes once more before something clicked near his ear and his digivisor flickered back into activation to once more give him his crystalline color vision.

Percy sniffed grandly, eye swollen and red, “Oh my baby- you c-c-cAME HOME!”

He grunted as Percy threw himself against Aid’s chest, and his arms went around his Baba on instinct and he looked slowly around with a hard wince.

“Head is POUNDING-”

“You were on the way out young’n.”

He whipped his head to the side, instinctively reaching for a sidearm he realized he no longer had, “...Father?”

“Nah, well. Kinda? I’m... his double. His paradox twin. The Rift it... Leads to our universe. Our version of it, anyway.”

Aid raised his eyebrows, “...This has to be a joke.”

“It’s not.”, was the sigh on his other side, and he turned- and couldn’t help the shrieked swear as he clung tight to his Baba and made the vampiric sniper wheeze.

The double Aid’s stared at each other, the sighted one moving his visor up to show the entirety of his annoyed expression, “Get it out now, dude- I really don’t want a repeat of the Brainstorm’s okay? If you’re gonna try and kill me, do it now-”

“The Warmaster. Is here.”, were the growled words that made several eyes widen slightly, “And WHERE is that rude, narcissistic, borderline nymphomaniacal ratfink.”

“Uhm. Well, he is with his Quickdraw. They’ve been sitting with the Rodimus you brought in and the twin boys. His Quickdraw was rather antsy about them all.”

“Yeah, he and young Dominus the Second have been an item since they started their study years not long before the Rift.”

“...Right. Uh, anyway yeah! That’s where he is; with our daughter also, she was fussy and I didn’t think you needed a crying toddler in the room coming back from nearly suffocating.”

“YOU PROCREATED WITH THAT PILE OF MISMATCHED ALLELES, ARE YOU BRAINDEAD OR SIMPLY MENTAL?!”

“HEY, THAT’S MY HUSBAND YOU’RE ACCUSING OF BEING A MENTAL ILLNESS, NOW-”

“YOUR HUSBAND ONCE SENT ME A VOICE CLIP OF HIM BRAGGING ABOUT RAILING MY BABA BECAUSE I REMINDED HIM HE WAS SCARED OF FATHER!”

“HE WHAT?!”

And with those words, a modified hand gently landed on top of dark waves cut through with auburn highlights.

“Storm’s sins against you aside, son.”, rumbled a familiar voice, “Welcome back from the brink.”

He turned his head back to see his Father, face tired and reddened near the edges of modified eyes. Aid twitched his nose, his version of a squint.

“Father. You have been crying. You know that can corrode the facial circuitry-”

And then words were muffled as both Percy and the newer Aid were enveloped in a breath-killing hug; tight enough to make natural spines creak.

Aid coughed weakly, patting at his father to be released and hiding his grin at the show of emotion.

Percy held his son’s face, frantically peering about and checking for any more damage before Aid sighed and laid his hands on Percy’s.

“Baba, I’m alright now.”

“I know, I know but. What would have possessed you to do something so bloody RASH?! What if he had killed you?!”

“He was going to.”, said Aid softly, jumping slightly as his double crossed his arms to lean against the wall, “Something’s gone... terribly wrong. There’s been disappearances in the higher echelons- nobility vanishing without a trace, prisoners being found in pieces in their cells with very particular parts missing.”

The paradox Ratchet’s jaw set in a grim line, “...He’s decaying.”

“Yeah, he is.”, sighed Aid, “He thought for some reason I knew how to replicate Father’s remedies and when he realized I couldn’t, well. He sent Rodimus after me... with another agent.”

“Who?”

“...The Executioner. Magnus.”

The room went cold, and the sighted Aid glanced from face to face before looking at his own papa and staying silent by the look in his eyes.

“The planet on that side of the Rift is. Dying. Maybe already dead. The Matrix’s corruption is overtaking the False God faster than he can be put back together and he’s finally gone totally mad. I had to evacuate who I could. I had to, Baba.”

Aid hung his head, “...I couldn’t let Vaporex happen all over again, not while I could do something.”

A sigh, “That’s why you used that name. You knew I and your Baba had gone through. You knew, if I were alive, I’d pick up on it.”

“I’d expect Der Drache to know his hatchling was trying to get safe.”

A chuckle, “You’ve done well, First Aid.”

A softly hopeful twitch to a mouth that this universe’s Aid remembered having all too many times.

“I’ve never been more proud of you.”

“....Not even when I blackmailed Prowl into bankrolling my first single-shuttle?”

“This is even better than that- but only just.”

There was a knock at the door, the sound of a nurse’s voice calling gently, “Pardon me, a visitor for- uhm. kleyne.. something, oh dear.”

“Send them in.”, rumbled both Ratchet’s in unison before giving a half hearted squint to each other.

The door slammed open then, and the nurse yelped as the figure in the doorway grunted and the medical boot on their leg thudded into the room. He leaned against the doorframe, giving an exhaustedly fond look to the Aid on the bed.

“Kiddo, when you tol’ me you’d be tailin’ in a shuttle you coulda TOLD ME that the shuttle you was tailin’ in had injured aboard.”

“Sorry, Uncle Hide. You were worried enough shepherding the refugees and I needed you crisp and alert just in case it all went tits up tango, so to speak.”

“HIDE?!”

Ironhide, or the paradox double of him, looked up and grinned before digging in a pocket and pulling out the remnants of a cigar and tucking it between his teeth, “You and Percy pumped out a helluva rebel there Ratch. He made his Nana proud. Twice an’ double, he saved.”

The unmodified medic watched in amusement as his modded double bolted at the speed of too fast, barreling into the paradox Ironhide and crushing him into a near-pneumatic hug.

“L-Lemme fuckin’ go you gotdamn hellhound, they JUST stabilized m’spinal rods again!”

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You guys should know about the banger idea I had for Ratchets parents awhile back bc they are my everything I won’t lie

admittedly this totally started out as ‘hmm, Ratchet used to live in a small village… I wonder who taught him medicine then..’ and then suddenly BAM 💥 Chromatin, #1 grumpy mom (she’s the really big one) and her smaller, meaner wife Bellarin

Chromatin used to work as a blacksmith in Vaporex before losing her arm in an explosion and afterwards she took up medicine so that she could give people a better chance than she did at the time

Bellarin is sort of a travelling merchant (she also transforms into a frilled lizard bc I thought it’d be funny) and she’s sassy and mean (and likes to steal things) and doesn’t really stay in one place for very long, but always makes sure to visit her wife

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So my latest post is of my take on Ratchet's family so I'm going to yap now to make the little tid bits make more sense.

Opal (Ratchet's carrier) lived durring the quentasons (wired tentacle guys with the 6 faces) time on cybertron and when crazy when they left. It was the first time she felt aloud to live, then the functionist views started becoming mainstream, so inorder to nkt be traped in a live she hated she and her boyfriend at the time Starburst (I need to work on a design) when to a life of crime.

She and Starburst would go to the new cybertronian colonies and cause trouble, she became infamous in cybertronian culture calling herself Iacons finest (or greatest). She would go on a crazy streak though and cross like 70 billion lines when she and Starburst kidnapped Alpha Trion to make a statement, they keept him for a cybertronian month. And in that month all the prime does is antaginize Opal for being an idiot and wasting her youth. Opal not taking this well beats the living shit out of him. Starburst having to keep her from killing him at times.

When Alpha Trion was released, Opal found out she was carrying Jethopper and she and Starburst were super excited about it. A few months later they have Jethopper and they go on hiatus. Unfortunately Alpha Trion was right and a group of shooters found their hideout and shoot them. Starburst didn't survive and Opal barely escaped with Jethopper intact. The shooters think they killed both of them and tell the public. So now Opal is in hiding trying to keep the public perception that she's dead. While she's trying to keep Jethopper quiet she gets found by Overheadred, he honestly wasn't even going to do anything till he saw the baby.

So he took them back to vaporex with him got them situated, and their relationship developed like the relationship in Godzilla Minus One. Eventually they become conjux endura and Opal finds out she's carrying again. This time it's with twins, Ratchet and Clank. (See what I did there.) They had trouble though because Ratchet decides that Clank is delicious and tries to eat her while their orbiting around her spark, they have to detach them multiple times. Making their magnetic connection way too strong. And eventually when they are born Clank almost dies because Ratchet took his sweet time whilst choking her. The doctors have to put her on life support while Ratchet screams.

Clank pulls through, and now they have a picture of Ratchet giving Clank a side eye while she's showing she's alive. The twins become menaces to their tiny southern village, playing puppies (attacking eachother in broad daylight), collecting their handouts (shoplifting), and driving their parents insane servo in servo. Jethopper likes to tease them, Clank specifically because she's a lot more sensitive than Ratchet, Ratchet likes to one up him and he hates it.

Overheadred bonds with his boys over science, doing experiments with them and encourages their curiosity and creativity. With Clank he has to get creative, she's a horse girl so he takes her to a riding range all the time. He brought Ratchet one time now he's banned.

Eventually they grow up and develop very different views on authority. Clank does what she's told no questions, she's very obedient and her teachers love her. Ratchet's in his rebel phase. Sneaking out, using his genius for evil. Surprisingly his grades don't dwindle while he's doing this. Eventually he and his sister graduate and they get scholarships to collage, Clank gets a full scholarship to a local law school while Ratchet gets a scholarship to Iacon medical. THE medical school.

This makes Opal terrified because he looks just like her, so she bans him from going to Iacon. This makes him so mad because he getting denied opportunities while his mom's having a panic attack due to her criminal past in Iacon.

Ratchet ends up getting tired of that and runs away to Iacon. Leaving a note saying how he's not missing out on the chance of a life time, Overhead cried for a few weeks. Then Clank left for law school. They don't get updates from Ratchet till he's done with his first semester of med school. Up until the war starts they have almost constant communication with both their twins. Jethopper got a local job.

When the war starts Jethopper starts a little neutral band and after a while starts to think of the autobots and decepticons as cults. He openly voices these opinions. Clank meets a neutral guy Hard-drive and they hit it off. They make the while relationship in war thing work out. They even have a kid Medix. Eventually Opal gets in contact with Ratchet, it's durring his time on the nemesis. So he convenses Megatron that seeing his family would be beneficial in increasing his speed on Synth-En.

So when he gets to cybertron, he gets assaulted by his brother who yells at him for joining a cult. Which Ratchet then gets defensive yells at Jethopper about starting a cult. Which gets him yelled at more until Opal and Overheadred get there and the screaming match ends because their sire is sobbing. He runs up to Ratchet and just cries about how much he looks like his carrier and how tall he's gotten. It makes Ratchet feel real guilty for running away.

Opal drags her baby boy back home where his sister is waiting for him. The reunion is sweet and heart warming, Ratchet gets to meet his brother in law and nephew. Well its nice till medix asks for war stories and Jethopper goes off about how Ratchet's in a cult. Which Opal shuts down, then the cons come to pick up Ratchet, then The twins have twin communication and Clank punches Megatron in the face, THEN he punches her back. Which gives her a wound Ratchet patches up.

Then Ratchet goes back to the nemesis and after the war he has regular communication with his parents.