#airachnid x sentinel

[jweekgoji]

I quite like Cybertronian!Reader, who can transform into a motorcycle. So Reader's size is just taller than a human. They can still stand in the palm of a larger Cybertronian's hand. What do you think?

TFO!Chars/Motorcycle!Reader [hcs]

tw: size difference, mentions of possessive/overprotective behavior. chars mentioned: D-16/Megatron, Orion Pax/Optimus Prime, Elita-1, B-127, Sentinel Prime, Darkwing, Airachnid. word count: ~2000 a/n: the size difference is sooo yummy  thank you for request anon

D-16/Megatron

One of the tallest from the miner gang. When D-16 finally gets his cog, be ready for a constant tease from him. I feel like cogless D-16 is the most respectful one, he understands how hard it is for you to fit in a society where physical differences play a huge role in how others would treat you. So every time you get into trouble, he will pick you up and like «my apologies!» before quickly walking away since he does NOT want to be punched for the second time this day. He is a total sweetheart, but please, don't be like Orion.

Cogged D-16 is more bold. He is happy he can finally transform, and he desperately wants to test the limits of his own powers. You might walk next to Orion and Elita-1 one moment, and then he quickly grabs you from behind, placing on his shoulder with a «here, let me help you» which is kinda sweet if you think about it.

He also has that tiny overprotective side in him, which is borders with possessiveness. If Orion tries to ask D-16 about it, he will get defensive. What is wrong with him, helping his fellow bot? He never means to disrespect you, his intentions are pure, it's just happens that he is taller and stronger than you. How ironic.

I still believe that, as Megatron, he never treats you as someone weak and unable to protect yourself. He admits that you're skilled, you are a capable warrior if necessary, but he'd rather keep you close than let you wander around others. His touch is careful, his whole servo covers most of your frame, and he loves it, but he's not sure about the others. He doesn't trust them with you. If other decepticons try to mumble even the slightest insult towards your size and alt-mode, he will act as if they dare to insult Megatron himself. [reader is hot enough to replace you whenever I choose, Starscream!]

Orion Pax/Optimus Prime

Cogless Orion is a huge troublemaker, and he is reckless, despite his good intentions. He constantly wants to prove himself, to Sentinel, to others and to you. He can see you struggle with everyday life, and he wants it to make it better for you. Orion often brings you some tiny energon cubes he stole during one of his secret visits to the archives, or maybe it's some pretty shiny thing he gets you because he knows you love it. When he sees your optics almost sparkling in amazement when he holds a trading card of Micronus Prime and you immediately go to reach it, he will be like «what's the magic wooord~?» playfully making you try and reach for it. He's not a bully, usually he quickly quits it and gives you it anyway, but he just adores that cute, tiny smile on your face.

The height difference between you and Orion once he gets his cog is even more noticeable. But after everything, there are noticeable changes in his behavior. He sees you from a little different perspective (no pun intended), and he practically looses that playful and teasing side of his now that he has many responsibilities on his shoulders.

If Megatron is a bot who prefers to hold you close to himself, standing on his shoulder, Optimus is the one who would kneel so he can look into your optics. Now that he's a Prime, a real, kind and caring one, it might feel a little different for you because with Sentinel everyone was used to looking up at him. What Prime would stand on his knees for a small bot for you? You're dear to him no matter what size you are, and he wants you to know that you're important to him.

^ a tiny addition, but he's the bot who probably would like having you on top of his alt-mode, a tiny bot on top of a truck. It gives more mobility during a fight, and he can be sure you're safe next to him. a cute sight for autobots, but a dangerous combo on the battlefield for others!

Elita-1

Elita doesn't really care if you're short or tall, she is more occupied with her own thoughts about how to deal with today's mission and get her promotion. If you do your job well and listen to her orders without being a trouble, she also has no trouble with you. She's not rude, just a busy woman who is thinking about her career, you know? But if you somehow are friends with her, she can spare a minute or two to have some rest.

I feel like she shares the overprotective trait with D-16 if you're much smaller compared to many other bots. Mines are already dangerous for everyone, so she has to keep her optics on you 24/7 so you wouldn't get in trouble, for example, if you accidentally got stuck by a rock or lost somewhere. She explains it like «I don't want to lose my chances of promotion because of you» but it is only a partially true.

Cogged Elita is as bossy and commanding as before, but now she's more open about her feelings about you. You two have some similarities between your alt-modes, you're both cybertronian motorcycles after all. << but the size difference between her and you are a little funny tbf. She might give you the same treatment as Orion with her «I am better than you» talk, but she quickly adds all your other unique abilities. You're fast, brave and strong despite your size, despite often being teased by others, you never give up and continue to fight. She's inspired, and she makes sure you know that she adores you for it. But when someone else tries to pick on you, she will punch them straight into their face.

B-127

You two are both short. Congratulations! But somehow...he's not the shortest on the squad? Bee doesn't see anything wrong with you being small, if anything, he will try to make it look like it's the coolest thing he has ever seen. He is just happy to have new friends, especially the ones who can talk back to him! like «what do you mean you can transform into a motorcycle? that's like super, mega, ultra AWESOME! can you drive while standing on your one wheel? can you do some cool trick??» he's your biggest fan.

B-127 is really touchy with you, mainly because he had never talked with other bots for cycles while being stuck on level 50. He likes to hug you, pull closer to himself, and nuzzle his cheek against your helm, sometimes even doing it without realizing it because he has so much energy and affection he has to release, and you're just around him...it's hard not to give you some love.

This guy probably makes you his victim of loooong, long talks. He will keep you close to himself, and you just HAVE to listen to him talking about Steve, how he struggles to pick a new nickname for himself, and how happy he is to have a cog and finally work for the government...! Bee is very enthusiastic, it doesn't hurt at all, but he has this death grip around your frame that you have no chance but to listen to him. He probably doesn't realize that he holds you, maybe he's unconsciously a little scared of being left all alone.

Sentinel Prime

That man is a bastard. And a huge prick. If he chooses to let you have your own cog, that's probably for his own amusement. I mean, with or without a cog, what difference would it make for him? If anything, he might accidentally kick or step on you if he wasn't careful enough, so consider yourself lucky because he was in a good mood to spare your life. Maybe with a cog, you would be more useful for him?

Personally, see him as a bot who would have you on his shoulder/palm while posing for some photo just because he wants to look like a very respectful guy. Look at him, some tiny two-wheeler and THE Sentinel Prime? Ohh he's so kind and caring for all of his citizens! But he just does this for a boost of confidence and support from other bots. Whatever helps him rule over Iacon and get energon faster?

In private, if you have a closer relationship with him, I can definitely see him loving your small frame the most. Other bots I mentioned before pay a little to no attention to it, for Sentinel this is a thing that makes him feel even more powerful.

He's careful around you, his touch is gentle and soothing, but in his mind, it's tempting and hot; one wrong move, and he can easily damage you, but he never does it because he is in control. You're lucky he likes you or just finds you amusing to keep around. He's a control freak.

^ definitely into holding you on his lap if he has a chance. you can mind your own business until he randomly picks you up and places you where he wants it.

Dakrwing

He is a jerk too, but at least he doesn't hide it. It really depends if you just got your cog recently or if you were with it all your life. If you were a cogless miner before, Darkwing has no mercy for you. He needs his work done and fast, after all, it is an order from Sentinel and he doesn't care if it's too hard for you to hold mining equipment that is almost as big as you. Do your job or he will report you, there's no other expectation. << but he might pick on you more than on anyone else just because of your size. Poor you.

If you were born with your cog and one of the elite cybertronians, might be a racer too, I can see him being softer. As a cogged bot you have a lot of free time, and most bots usually spend their time racing or minding their own business but let's say, you are popular enough to be noticed by him, who happens to be your biggest fan. If he spots you walking through the streets of Iacon he will awkwardly approach, holding his poster of you, shyly asking for you to sign it. His height and voice in intimidating but he acts like a total fanboy around you.

Airachnid

The spider lady is scary, intimidating and a little freaky. Most of the time she's really quiet next to you, whenever you are in the same room, listening Sentinel yapping about something unimportant as usual, you will notice her glancing at you. At first you might think it was an accident, the second one as just awkward, the third time she would not look away once you notice her staring. she has that little pleased smirk on her face whenever she sees you.

Airachnid is probably the second one of the tallest bots here. she's taller than Sentinel (but I'm not sure if she's bigger than Megatron with Megatronus cog), her spider-like appearance makes most bots uncomfortable and it will surprise her if you weren't at least a little scared of her. she's not the one to openly tell you that she enjoys the height difference between you and her but her silent interest tells you everything. her optics always focused on you and no matter how small and stealthy you are, you have no chance to make a move past her.

[magicalbunbun]

- What's the feeling blue? -

[transformersxreader]

Have some Yandere-ish Sentinel and Airachnid animatic, I’m thinking that (Y/n) is like their child and they wanna keep them forever lock up or something like that,

But I’m still working on that idea

Peace ✌️

[cherbexr]

Sentinel's Conjunx HCs

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Sorry I love this sick sick man </3

For anyone who doesn't know, Conjunx Endura means spouse

Warnings: Mentions of R*pe, bad language, Slight Spoilers, Mean Sentinel

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You could have gotten paired up with this mech in two ways. Either he threatened to kill your family, or you willingly wanted to be with him (if you're continuing from the meeting headcanons).

He announced this to all of Iacon and every bot seemed to welcome you with open arms! Sure, some bots weren't happy to hear that their crush got mated to some random bot. Before this he made you polish up and look all dolly and stuff.

I feel like he might act like a good mate for the first couple of weeks, maybe months. Yeah, he has to go to the surface for a bit, but he'll probably call you or something during his "mission to find the matric." You don't know that he's actually meeting with the Quintessons.

He'll hand feed you, bathe you, make sure you have all the latest upgrades, a good paint job, hold you, kiss you, all that nasty lovey-dovey stuff.

That's only during the good times, after maybe two or three months that's when it starts to go downhill. I see him starting to ignore you, dismiss you, take his anger out on you, etc. He doesn't let you leave his golden tower unless accompanied by one of his trusted guards.

I feel like at first he'd be hesitant to let you work. He wants you to stay pretty and polished because he needs to keep up a reputation that he has a pretty Junxie. After some thought, he would allow you to work because he feels that if the people see that his Junxie works, so will they!

On the topic of sparklings, this guy would HATE having a kid. What do you mean he has to give his attention, time, and money to this dumb brat? What do you mean he can't recharge cause this stupid sparkling is too busy bawling its optics out?

!!!This is the disturbing part!!!

When he gives it some thought, he believes he should let his legacy carry on. Now what about you? He doesn't give a fuck about what you think. He expects you to just bend over and do as he says. He may even force you to do it against your will. It's one of the things he expects from his mate, to bear his children.

Yikes. Sorry.

Now if you do end up bearing his children, expect you to take care of the thing 80% of the time. The other 20% is one of his NPC guards or maids. Arachnid is damn well not taking care of that thing. If you're with the sparkling and he wants to be with you, he probably would shoo the thing away and make you wash your servos.

If you choose not to, he would get a little upset about it and keep trying.

If you're right in the mind (and not like me) you'll probably want like a breakup or something. He'll look at you and be like, "Yeah no."

And you'll be like, "Why?"

He'll look at you again and show his sweet and caring side and be like, "I just love you too much, how could I let the love of my life leave me?" (yeah we know this is bullshit)

An argument may arise and he'll bring that nasty side out we all know and love.

"I said no. End of discussion."

You'll have no choice but to just shut up and not bring it up again. Plus you have a kid, so it may not be the best decision anyway. Just know, after that conversation you're not allowed out anymore.

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Remember, these are my headcanons! You're free to make up your own or disagree with my headcanons!

Not proofread!

[pinkpinkmermayyy]

Part 1 of the Transformers One Tangled AU!

thank you so much @sassycandypoetry for helping me with the different parts and concepts of the tangled au, so here's part 1! Part 2 might have more time until it comes out due to school but I hope ya'll enjoy this first part!

tw for this part: childbirth, kidnapping

Also here's some vocabulary I might need to clarify for those who aren't that informed on cybertronian terms:

Groon: an hour

Cycle: a year

Jour: a month

Helm: head

Servo: hand

Digit: finger

Also, when the text is in italics, Starscream is narrating

let me know if I missed anything else!

taglist: @punkeropercyjackson @aishabellasbigblogofeverything @akifandragon

(also let me know if you want to be on the taglist or if you want to be removed!)

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This… is the story of how I died…

No no, don’t worry, this is a pretty fun story, especially when you compare it to my previous missions, but the truth is, it’s not even mine. This is the story of a mech named Bee.

And it all starts with the Earth’s sun.

A long time ago, cycles before the fall of the Primes, it was discovered that a single drop of sunlight had fallen from the Earth’s atmosphere and onto the organic planet. From that drop of sunlight grew a magical, golden flower. It had the power to heal the sick and injured, and upon the discovery of this powerful resource, the Primes sought to protect it and make sure it didn’t fall into the wrong servos.

Alpha Trion in particular was responsible for this flower. Flowers, in general, have never been a part of Cybertron’s ecosystem, so he’d come up with the plan to create a secret room as a part of the Prime’s headquarters where oxygen was always present, and a device was placed right above the flower that acted as a sun for it to receive the proper nutrients alongside the H2O that Alpha Trion fed it. The flower was protected, and it never fell into the wrong servos.

That was until Sentinel betrayed the Primes and allied with the Quintessons. After killing the Primes, he immediately took the flower along with the sun device and kept it to himself, using it selfishly to stay young and healthy forever. And all he had to do was recite a simple incantation.

“Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine,” Sentinel sang, sitting on one knee as his hands orbited around the plant, glowing a bright yellow-golden. “make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine.”

“Heal what has been hurt, change the fate’s design. Save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine, what once was mine…” He felt his scratches and injuries heal along with any signs of rusting smooth over, a cool tingling sensation on his frame, and he smiled in satisfaction.

You get the gist, he sings and suddenly he’s all new, creepy right?

Sentinel was able to keep this plant a secret and away from the public eye, but that all changed when a certain miner couple were in dire need of a cure, and heard of the flower and its properties.

D-16 kneeled near his and Orion’s shared berth, holding on to Orion’s servo. His lover looked over to the grey miner weakly, barely managing to smile, as if still trying to bring his spirits up despite his condition. D-16 smiled back to reassure Orion knowing fully it was false, and affectionately kissed the back of Orion’s servo.

 It started 6 jours into Orion’s carrying period, with a weak cough and warm face plate. Then it was a nasal voice and watery eyes, a sneeze here and there. The miners just thought it was a case of short circuits and insulation damage due to the freezing temperatures of the mines, and even the sick weren’t allowed to leave their shifts. But then one day, while digging for more energon, Orion had collapsed, leaving D-16 in a terrible panic as he frantically carried him back into their small shared room. Of course, Darkwing had ordered them back but D-16 ignored it, leaving the larger authority figure to mutter about how “miners shouldn’t be getting carelessly knocked up.”

Now it was 8 jours into Orion carrying his and D-16’s sparkling, and there was no sign of him getting better. When one of the medics assigned to the miners grimly told D-16 that Orion and the sparkling would die and that there was no cure for his condition, he collapsed into a puddle of tears. He never told Orion this; he didn’t want to burden his lover even more, and he couldn’t even look Orion in the eye to avoid crying again.

He coped by working endlessly, mining even when their shifts were over. The other miners noticed but didn’t dare to speak to him, worried they might provoke him to snap. Elita-1 was the first to break this silence, bearing more than sympathy and “sorry”s for D-16.

“What is it?” D-16 asked, his gaze lowered as the pink bot walked over to him. It was late at night, and most other miners were taking advantage of the time they got to rest, but D-16 mindlessly swept the floors to keep him busy. She gave him a pitying look before continuing, something D-16 didn’t appreciate. Elita got straight to the point.

“I think there’s something that could save Orion and your sparkling.”

D-16 scoffed, not looking up. “Last I heard the medic said he was going to die and I just have to deal with it,” he said in a cynical tone.

“I’m serious, D-16. if you want to at least try to save your conjux, follow me.”

D-16 looked up to see Elita walking away, and he begrudgingly followed her, catching up to her quickly. “Where are we even going?” 

She ignored him, leading him into the archives, going deeper and deeper through the aisles of Cybertronian knowledge. She only stopped until she had reached the edge of the room, something D-16 didn’t even think existed due to how vast the Archives seemed. 

These shelves were much less pristine and shiny than the shelves at the front of the Archives room, and the books were tattered and nearly falling from their spines. Elita carefully picked up a light green book in a similar condition, and the author that was listed on the bottom of the cover was scratched out ominously. Elita slowly flipped the pages to the one she desired, which featured a hazy illustration of what seemed to be a plant with yellowish petals. D-16 had never seen anything like it.

“I was afraid that they would find this book and censor it but it’s still here, and this,” she said, pointing to the illustration, “may just help you.”

She squinted her optics to whisper out the blurry text. “‘During the 15th and 16th centuries on Earth,’ which is about 10 stellar cycles before the fall of the Primes,” Elita added for D-16’s information before continuing, “‘a drop of sunlight from Earth’s sun fell onto the planet’s soil, and a golden flower grew from it. It is said that the flower could heal all illnesses and injuries, make both bots and humans younger and even reverse death, and the Primes preserved that flower before Sentinel Prime took on the task of protecting it after their demise.’”

“Sentinel Prime?” D-16 said in disbelief. “B-but, how have I not heard of this before?” 

“The book was probably banned after traveling to other planets became illegal. The author was either imprisoned or even executed due to this,” Elita said matter-of-factly. 

D-16 stood up, brows furrowed. Why would he keep such a life-changing resource away from everyone? This could help millions! It might even help…

D-16 realized why Elita brought him here. “But how? How the hell would a miner like me be able to get a plant that is probably highly guarded? And steal from Sentinel of all bots?”

“Just think about this D-16, would Orion do it for you if the roles were switched?”

D-16 paused, pondering over it. 

If he had been the one to get sick instead of Orion, and there was a chance to save him even in the most dangerous possible mission, Orion would have done it. He’d risk losing his life and a limb or two just to save D-16 because he loved him way more than any God, even someone like Sentinel. D-16 slowly nodded in defeat.

“I don’t know about how to use the flower,” Elita started. She smiled, facing D-16 and putting a palm on his shoulder plate. “But the book never said you had to retrieve it alone.”

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D-16 and Elita ran for as long as they could, not even realizing the rest of Sentinel’s guards had lost them amidst all the panic and chaos. D-16 panted heavily, careful to not drop the flower and blow his whole operation. Their masks made it hard for them to see, the cutouts for their eyes barely giving them sight.

When they finally reached the entrance to D-16 and Orion’s small home, the grey miner looked back at Elita-1 with pure gratitude in his optics.

“Thank you, really. I didn’t think you cared that much about saving Orion.”

Elita-1 smiled back warmly, despite how panic-stricken she had been just a few moments ago. “I know I seem like I only care about my job and being promoted, but I care, truly I do.” 

She then playfully hit D-16’s shoulder plate “But that’s the last time I’m doing something like that, so tell Orion NOT to try to die on us again once he gets better.”

D-16 chuckled. “Sure thing Elita.” She then descended from the premises, as D-16 unlocked the door within the mine shaft’s walls and closed it behind him as he entered.

He felt his spark ache when he saw Orion on the berth, tears streaking his cheeks as he tried to sit up, to no avail. D-16 remembered that Ratchet told him that the illness would become extremely painful for the sick bot in their processor, abdomen area, and hinges, and that was what happened now. D-16 felt awful for leaving his lover here alone for groons, but he knew Orion’s health would become better now with the mysterious plant.

D-16 placed the flower on the table next to the berth, hastily grabbing a spare bottle of liquid energon he had saved and an empty bowl. He poured the energon into the bowl, flinching when a couple of drops spilled. He then set aside the now empty bottle and held the flower slowly, his servos shaking. He didn’t know how the hell he was supposed to use it and didn’t want to accidentally kill the flower, so he submerged it into the bowl as slowly as any bot could move.

To his amazement, the flower started glowing, the golden color from it dissolving into the energon and changing from a vibrant blue to a golden yellow.

D-16 sighed, walking over to Orion with the bowl full of golden energon.

He looked to see if Orion was still awake. He was, and he was looking right at D-16, his eyes filled with pain. D-16 spoke softly.

“Orion, this is going to make you feel better. All you need to do is let me feed you, m’kay?”

Orion nodded, too exhausted to speak, and D-16 kneeled in front of the red-and-blue mech. He reached his servos towards Orion’s open dermas, who consumed the drink until the bowl was empty, the petals now dry grey husks.

D-16 just prayed that Orion’s illness would be gone by morning, as his lover finally fell asleep after hours of excruciating pain. The grey mech lay beside his sleeping partner, and he gave him a small peck on his cheek plate before succumbing to exhaustion as well.

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It was nearing daytime, and Sentinel strode through the golden halls before any other bots in the building woke up. He held onto his arm and winced slightly in disgust, noticing the rust that had grown on it. 

He of course kept it a secret, but before he betrayed the Primes and took away the flower, he had caught a disease known as Cosmic Rust, where the victim’s body would slowly rust away into nothing. It also made the bot age much quicker than others and could even make it possible for bots to die of old age. There was still no cure for it, so he resigned himself to using the flower’s ability to heal all ailments to subdue it before it returned weeks later as a painful reminder of his curse.

This was the cycle Sentinel had been living by for decades now, but when he reached the room where the flower was kept, the guards were knocked out, the door was wide open, and the flower was gone.

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The first thing D-16 noticed when he went online was that Orion was absent from his side of the berth, making the grey mech immediately jump to his pedes. He rushed out the door, only to find Orion happily laughing alongside Elita-1 and other miners, walking around and standing on his pedes with no struggle whatsoever. The palm of his servo held his large abdomen as he chatted with the other miners before noticing D-16 walking outside their shared home.

Orion looked over to the shocked D-16, his radiant blue eyes shinier than ever, and gave him a large smile as he waved.

“Mornin’ D!” His voice was bright and loud like it had always been before, and D-16 felt a huge wave of relief and gratefulness wash over him. 

He ran over to Orion and gave him a large hug, managing to be gentle on Orion’s belly before lifting him and spinning him around, placing him down on the floor after a moment. Orion laughed more before D-16 gazed warmly into Orion’s eyes and kissed his dermas passionately. His optics were shut tight, and Orion closed his as he leaned into the kiss before they both pulled away.

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The days after that were blissful after months of stress and devastation for D-16. Because Orion was now 8 and a half jours into his carrying period, he was dismissed from work until after the sparkling was delivered (to the higher-ups' dismay), relieving D-16 of any more worries about how Orion would fare in his state while mining. The only downside was that Darkwing handed him exceedingly dangerous and strenuous work due to his frustration, but it didn’t bother him as much as it should have. 

That was, until when the sparkling was about to be born. D-16 had dropped everything and ran straight out of the cave, racing towards his home and staying right by Orion’s side as he groaned and hissed out in pain, squeezing his servo in his as he felt a sense of dreadful déjà vu creep up on him upon seeing his conjux’s frame. Other miners crowded out the door but D-16 only allowed Elita-1 and a medic she had hastily called, while everyone else remained curious about the whole situation.

After groons of tension and spiraling intrusive thoughts that invaded D-16’s mind as he stayed by Orion’s side, the sparkling was delivered. While the medic held the fragile and wailing sparkling in her servos, D-16 caressed Orion’s face plate, thanking Primus that Orion was safe and okay. The medic told the couple that she’d clean the sparkling up and return him to them after a groon and a half, and she left, leaving D-16 and Elita-1 to tend to Orion.

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Sentinel Prime rarely saw to the birth of new sparklings that were sired and carried by miners, but this one, in particular, was very peculiar. Nothing about him was alarming regarding his health, in fact, he seemed much brighter than normal sparklings. His optics were a radiant blue, similar to his carrier’s, and his armor was a beautiful golden yellow. He didn’t cry excessively like other sparklings, instead giggling and smiling almost all the time, a trait that would’ve been annoying on a grown mech or fem but was very endearing on the sparkling. 

Sentinel entered the room, prompting the medics to address him formally, not noticing the growing rust on his arm plate that he covered with his other servo. He glanced at the smiling sparkling, who looked up at the blue and gold bot with big doe eyes. The golden color of the sparkling instantly caught Sentinel’s eye, and if it weren’t for his slightly panicked state from the night before he would have complimented it. He offered to proceed with the procedure that only miner sparklings had to go through shortly after birth, which the medics agreed to. 

They seemed surprised that Sentinel would concern himself with such a mild task, but they also spoke amongst themselves about how that makes him more honorable in their eyes, caring for sparklings from lower classes.

Sentinel smirked while hearing their conversation two rooms away from him as he quickly but painstakingly plucked the t-cog from the sparkling’s chest before returning the sparkling back to the medics, allowing him to go on with the rest of his day.

But now it couldn’t seem to leave his processor. That golden color looked so familiar, so strangely recognizable and he was drawn to it. He held the t-cog that he took from the sparkling, debating whether he should throw it away like he did all the others now, wondering why he felt that this sparkling was so important, so significant. It was when he looked back on the empty room that once contained his flower, it clicked for him.

No, it couldn’t be…

But it made sense. Two seemingly cogless bots stole the magic flower from the tower, and anyone could connect that to Orion’s miraculous recovery. He supposed that one of those bots was D-16, while the other bot was unknown. He debated punishing the grey miner with execution or imprisonment, but knowing that the sparkling might have the same healing powers as the plant, a different idea sprung to mind.

Conveniently, Airachnid walked in at that moment, cringing at the larger wound of rust on Sentinel’s arm.

“Sir, your arm-”

“I know Airachnid, I know,” Sentinel responded in irritation, pinching the bridge of his nose plate with his digits. He then rested his chin on his servo, optics looking down in thought.

“Airachnid,” he began, looking up at her. “You know of that new sparkling that was just born today? The sparkling of Orion Pax and D-16?”

“No sir, but what would you like me to do?”

“I think that the sparkling has the same powers as the golden flower, and I want you to check if that’s true. If not, leave him, and I’ll jail D-16 for thievery and treason.” Aiarchnid nodded, taking in the orders precisely.

“But if the sparkling has those powers, bring him to me. That’ll be punishment enough for the thief, losing a sparkling. Besides, no miners could ever properly take care of a sparkling, especially one so valuable.” He added with a chuckle.

All Sentinel knew was that D-16 would pay for stealing his precious flower, no matter what.

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“What should his name be Orion?” D-16 asked, cradling the sparkling in his arms. Orion thought for a moment and then smiled mischievously.

“How about D-Pax?”

D-16 furrowed his brows in thought and smiled softly. “You know, that sounds pretty good. That could actually work!”

Orion started giggling, to D-16’s confusion. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing, but you haven’t heard the name before?”

D-16 raised his brow. “No?”

Orion smirked, leaning into D-16’s touch. “It’s our ship name.”

D-16 widened his eyes and laughed, putting his arm around Orion while securing the sparkling in the other. “Really?”

“Yeah! Darkwing actually came up with it to taunt us but it caught on, and now he hates it.” He chuckled, kissing his conjux’s cheek before resting his helm on D-16’s shoulder plate. “So you wanna name him that?”

D-16 looked at his sparkling fondly, now sleeping soundly in his arm. “Yeah, I do.”

I’ll give you a hint: that’s Bee.

At that moment, everything was perfect. You’d think that this was the end of the story, that everything just stayed fine, right?

But then that moment ended.

It was night now. D-16 and Orion shortly fell into a deep sleep in each other’s arms, D-16’s servo cradling the back of Orion’s helm. Their sparkling fell asleep in his small makeshift crib, occasionally mumbling incoherent babbles in his sleep, while the light of Luna 1 and Luna 2 shone on the sleeping sparkling.

But suddenly, the moonlight was replaced by a spider-like shadow that cast over the golden sparkling.

Airachnid bent over, one of her servos lightly touching the side of the sparkling while she started singing the incantation. 

“Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine…”

The sparkling’s armor started to glow, and what appeared to be tiny swirls and flower-shaped designs that looked embroidered onto the sparkling appeared as well despite not being present before. Airachnid smiled in satisfaction before she heard Orion stirring and in horror, saw his optics open.

She quickly grabbed the sparkling, jerking him awake, making him start crying for the first time in his life as Airachnid carried him close to her chassis to try to muffle his sobbing.

Orion jumped out of his berth while D-16, now awake, gasped in terror while chasing after Orion, who ran as fast as his pedes could go after the kidnapper.

But it was all in vain. When Orion reached for the door leading outside the mine shaft, the bot was long gone, his baby with them.

Under Sentinel’s orders, she broke in, stole the sparkling, and just like that; gone!

Devastated, Orion, D-16, and the rest of the miners had searched for the sparkling. They also filed a report for the kidnapping, in which Sentinel Prime publicly declared he would be determined to search for the precious sparkling, but of course that was a lie. 

The miners dubbed him the “Lost Sparkling”, and even those who weren’t well acquainted with D-16 and Orion mourned the loss, as being able to even have a sparkling as a miner was rare due to so many complications they could face and how hard it was to raise one in those conditions.

Meanwhile, deep in Sub-Level 50, Sentinel decided to raise the sparkling as his own.

The sparkling (named B-127 by Sentinel) , now 6 cycles old, sat on Sentinel Prime’s lap, his frame much smaller in comparison to the false prime’s. He had his optics closed as he recited the same song Airachnid did 6 cycles before.

“Save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine, what once was mine…”

Sentinel felt the rust disappearing off his body and grinned, sighing in relief as the glow faded from the sparkling’s frame. He opened his wide blue optics and looked up at Sentinel.

“Why can’t I go outside?” he asked innocently as Sentinel still held Bee’s small servo on his own. Sentinel’s smile was replaced with a frown and he sighed, stroking bee’s helm.

“When you were born, the Quintessons and thousands of other bots alike knew of your power and tried kidnapping you, intent on enslaving you. But I was able to stop them. The world outside has become a dangerous place, filled with horrible, selfish people. You must stay here, where it’s safe. Do you understand, my flower?”

B-127 looked down, his miniscule antennae lowering. “Yes papa.”

Despite Bee being a beacon of light he was shrouded in darkness by Sentinel, but one day, that was all going to change.

[transformers-spike]

Since you're asking so nicely, TFO Sentinel it is. But I say he's into being dominated by organics. It's not just a type, but a fully-blown "-philia" and he cannot imagine himself interfacing with anything that is not organic. So here we have it, little human reader who's the only one capable of domming him to overload. And Sentinel here is also a bottom, so add insult to injury. He might act as the high and mighty Prime, leader of Iacon, but behind closed quarters he's begging to have his faceplate ridden by a small fleshy creature whom he calls "mistress"

This was such a fire idea I just had to write it, and of course I made it hella long (yet again)

[transformersoneiq]

TFO Actor AU Episode Two

More Truth or Dare

Orion Pax: Darkwing, truth or dare?

Darkwing: Uhm... truth?

Orion Pax: If you had to kiss anyone in the room, who would you kiss?

Darkwing: ...no one.

Orion Pax: Oh come on, you gotta like someone!

Darkwing: No. No way. I don't like any of you idiots!

Orion Pax: Not even a little crush?

Darkwing: I'm aroace, okay?!

Orion Pax, surprised: Oh... my bad, dude.

---

During a solo interview with Orion Pax

Orion Pax: Well... that was a shocker. Kinda thought the reason the guy's always so pissy was because he isn't getting laid or something.

Orion laughs before getting serious again.

Orion Pax: But anyways... the guy is a jerk, but I'm gonna respect him with that. Everyone deserves to be comfortable with their sexuality and not be bothered about it, even someone like Darkwing.

---

During a solo interview with Darkwing

Darkwing, being open and less aggro for once: That was a little uncomfortable for me... I haven't told anyone I'm aroace until now. I've heard that some aroace people still do fragging and relationships in their own way, but not me. I just don't want it, nor do I feel comfortable talking about it. And they better respect that!

---

Back to Truth or Dare

Darkwing: Alpha Trion, truth or dare!

Alpha Trion: Truth.

Darkwing: Do you chase laser pointers in your alt form?

Alpha Trion: What? Don't be ridiculous!

Darkwing: So you wouldn't mind testing that theory?

Alpha Trion, shifting into his alt form: Fine.

Darkwing gets out a laser pointer and points it at the floor. Alpha Trion initially resists temptation, but gives in eventually and starts chasing the dot around as Darkwing moves the laser pointer. The rest of the cast erupts into laughter.

Alpha Trion, shifting back and sitting back down: Alright, alright, enough! Sentinel, truth or dare?

Sentinel: Dare.

Alpha Trion, referring to this AU's version of my OC Aethos: I dare you to finally ask out that script writer you've been eyeing.

Sentinel, blushing: WHAT?!

---

During a solo interview with Sentinel

Sentinel: Okay, what in the Pit?! Where did he get that idea from?! Like, sure, I enjoy talking to her. And sure, she's got a nice personality. And sure, she's the most beautiful bot I've ever seen... but I'm not into her!

---

During a solo interview with Alpha Trion

Alpha Trion: He's so totally into her.

---

Back to Truth or Dare

Sentinel: Ugh, fine, I'll ask her out. But you owe me, old timer!

Alpha Trion just laughs at that.

Sentinel: Anyways... Airachnid, truth or dare?

Airachnid: Dare!

Sentinel, knowing Airachnid has the spice tolerance of a baby: I dare you to do the one chip challenge.

Airachnid, in tears at the mere thought of consuming spicy energon: ...okay.

Needless to say, that did not end well for her.

[guardsembush]

He’s My Man, I’ve Been Damned, No, Nobody Has To Understand

- AKA a short drabble I posted on my AO3 earlier detailing what I think happened to Airachnid after the events of the TF One movie, and how she became a Decepticon!

-By short I mean its like 5000 words and some change

- Some of her characterization and actions are based off of her TF Prime iteration, since she received only a few minutes of screentime in the movie ^^

- The relationship between Airachnid and Sentinel can be interpreted as platonic or romantic or any other kind of relationship, it’s pretty fluid in this imo

- In Airachnid’s POV!

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Airachnid always saw things before they happened.

Not in a divination sense, but in a predatory and analytical sense. She saw what others could not, how faceplates always twitch and tick in particular and predictable ways to tell her everything she needed without even lifting a claw.

Watching and observing for eons as a first lieutenant and surveillance officer hones such skills to near perfection. So much so that she could predict what a bot would likely do from a single movement, a single glance.

However, she never could have foreseen this.

The pathetic cell she was kept in could barely be considered one, as it was clearly meant for prisoners with much smaller frames. That didn't stop the new Prime from shoving her inside one and throwing the key away.

It was laughable, really. Once the second in command to the mech she was devoted wholly to, now reduced to nothing. It all ended so fast. Cycles passed like this, with Airachnid simply staring at the empty walls surrounding her. She was cut off from the rest of the surveillance networks, so she couldn't look at anything even mildly entertaining.

Now and then, the unrightful Prime and his weak underlings would visit her cell, speaking of peace and unity and other naive topics that they knew nothing about. They even briefly talked of freeing her to use her skills to their advantage. Not that she would agree to it, even if they did.

She never once spoke back to them. What was there to say? She wouldn’t join their lost cause. A civil war was just beyond the horizon of Cybertron’s future, but they couldn't see it. Nobody could. But Airachnid saw everything, even beyond the walls of her cell.

Airachnid always saw things before they happened.

She knew how the elite members of Cybertron’s past society felt hesitant to live alongside the previous lower classes, and she saw how Sentinel’s death was dividing more and more bots by the minute. It was only a matter of time before the Quintessons would become the least of Cybertron’s worries.

Pathetic. All because a couple of defective mining bots didn't learn their places in their society. It was times like these that made Airachnid reflect on her time with Sentinel.

He was the one who acknowledged her strength, even when the Primes did not. She was left to waste away as the head of surveillance operations, forever recording and processing battle footage and data but never participating in it.

She remembers the day Sentinel approached her for the first time, completely lacking fear or repulsion but instead showing genuine admiration and curiosity for her skills. He promised that the war would no longer be unwinnable, that she would be a warrior who could wet her blades with energon as often as she wished.

Sentinel kept his word. If nothing else, he kept his promise to her. For it, she swore her loyalty for all time. Over reason, over question, over her own life. For it, he was slaughtered as she watched.

Airachnid thought that she could see things before they happened.

She had to watch from the broadcasting tower as he was torn in half by the silver mech, the one who dropped the newly appointed Prime. The cog of Megatronus Prime was then ripped from Sentinel’s color-drained chest cavity, and she watched as his killer placed it inside his own chest.

She was battered and scratched, forcefully held against the broadcasting input panel as her memories betrayed her. Betrayed him.

None of it felt real then. It still doesn't feel real now. In a way, she was denying it still. She was meant to protect Sentinel, and now he was dead. Everything she ever did, she did for him. But now he was gone, and she was still here, rotting away in a cell that didn't even fit her.

An unfamiliar aching pain in her chest made itself known ever since that day.

She was not familiar with the concept of emotions, only with their capability of revealing weaknesses in her enemies. Anger leads to irrationality. Loss leads to impulsivity. Sorrow leads to openings.

So she kept that feeling locked away, unseen and unknown.

It stayed like that for cycles, and Airachnid counted every single moment of it. The distant window at the end of the hall where her cell was placed was painfully small, but it was just enough for her to tell when day turned to night. She never recharged. It unsettled the wardens when they left their shift only to return and find her in the exact same position she was in.

She was used to staying alert for days on end, working until Sentinel would not so subtly suggest a break. Even after they became more acquainted, he still couldn't comprehend that Airachnid didn't have downtime, let alone hobbies or personal preferences.

That pain in her chest only got worse the longer she thought of Sentinel. It seemed to dig and claw at her very spark.

Airachnid knows many things, but emotional connection isn't one of them. She and Sentinel shared that trait, she recalled him telling her. He played the part of a dutiful and devoted Prime, one that happily interacted with his subjects and praised the lower classes, but he didn't care for them at all. Nearly every last relationship he fostered was superficial.

However, there was…an understanding between them. He never bothered to keep up his act around her. She saw through the mask regardless. She saw what he was really like. However, he saw something in Airachnid too. Something that even she didn't realize or think was there.

There was one memory in particular that often crawled across her processor when she thought of Sentinel.

——

“Can you imagine waging a war could be this dull?”

Sentinel was visiting her working area again, an isolated and screen-filled room that was far away from potential prying eyes. It was dark and hidden, unseen and unheard, just like Airachnid herself. The large blue and gold mech was leaning against the doorway, simply watching her work. Sentinel’s gilded presence stuck out from the dim surroundings, but it was not…unwelcome.

She didn't look up from her work with her main optics, but a couple of the ones on the side of her helm flicked to him, a subtle indicator that she was listening. The mech tilted his helm at her action, having seemingly learned a couple of her unspoken signs.

“If it is varied action you desire, I suggest requesting more field assignments.”

His face fell just a little at her response, but it was enough for her to make her prediction. He would be disappointed by her lack of ability to humor him and leave her workspace, never to return. He wasn't the first mech to try and converse with her, and he likely won't be the last. Perhaps he would finally become unsettled by her.

Airachnid always saw a thing before it happened, after all.

But to her surprise, he didn't move from his spot near the doorway. He moved further into the room, like he was…intrigued. Fascinated, even.

He wasn't like the other bots. He wasn't deterred by her pragmatic demeanor or unnerved by her appearance and skills. Even if he was, he truly hid it from her gaze well for her to believe it, and that warranted her respect.

“Do you think we can win this war?”

His usual smile was gone, replaced by a slight frown and a surprising amount of awareness in his optics. It was like he was gauging her reaction, trying to pry open her helm to find the thoughts she buried so deep even she forgot they were there. Sentinel sparked something in her mind that she thought she had suppressed.

She couldn't tell that to him, obviously. He may be laying out a trap. She couldn't trust him so easily. However, she didn't want to ignore his question. For some reason, she decided to entertain him.

“My thoughts on this war are irrelevant. I am not the one behind the plans for battle and strategy.”

“But if you were, do you think things would be different?”

Silence. At least as silent as it could be with her slowed clicking and constant readjusting of her helm optics. Even though she was taller than Sentinel, she felt the need to shrink under his gaze, like he could see what she could not.

He could see her most hidden thoughts, and for the first time, she felt…vulnerable. It was thrilling. Horrifying. Was this how other bots felt when she entered a room? She felt her spark hum just a little faster than it normally did.

“We’ve been taken for granted, don’t you think? If the Primes weren't so self-insistent and hypocritical, we might be winning against the Quintessons.”

His usually outspoken and confident demeanor was stripped away, revealing something he had kept tempered and cleverly hidden in front of others, especially the Primes. But not her. Not anymore.

Pure ambition sparkled in those big blue optics of his. He was peeling himself apart for her, showing her what he would never show others. She knew it was there since she first laid her optics on him, but now he was completely barren of masks and walls and acts.

“Every last one of those Primes wastes your potential by keeping you hidden away. Don't you want to prove to them that you're more than a surveillance expert?”

Airachnid realized that Sentinel was now much closer than she anticipated him to be. How he managed to sneak behind her, she had no idea. Perhaps this was a plot, a ploy to get her to lower her guard-

She swiveled her helm fully backward to meet Sentinel’s painfully blue optics, her indigo ones burning for a reason she couldn't fathom. Her helm stayed completely still as the rest of her body turned to face him, her extra limbs unfurling to give her some extra height.

She was angry, angry at him for interrupting her life with his sincerity both true and false, angry at the losing war she was forged to serve in, angry at herself for letting anyone ever get this close to her true thoughts. The carefully placed walls of her stoicism had started to crack once Sentinel started visiting her workspace.

An unstoppable force had reached an unmovable object, it seems.

If he were any other mech, she would have gutted him for his insolence long ago and hid the evidence. Even tampered with footage systems to make it seem like he left and betrayed the Primes and their forces. But he was not any other mech, and he was still standing.

He may be her superior, the aide to the Primes themselves, but she never cared for ranks or titles.

Sentinel seemed surprised at her angered reaction, but not afraid. He didn't take any steps back, instead opting to stand his ground and look at her with an expression she still couldn't decipher even after cycles of knowing him. The closest description she could ever find was understanding, but even that felt wrong and inaccurate.

It stayed silent like that for what felt like eons, and every bit of it was tense and insufferable. Airachnid was used to sensing tension whenever she was around other bots, and she had grown used to it, but with Sentinel, it just felt…wrong.

“I…”

For once, Airachnid was at a loss for words. Maybe she didn't understand all of Sentinel’s facets after all. The thought of him having more hidden beneath his charm and confidence made her want to peel him open herself, to dissect him piece by piece to try to understand why and how he makes her act so…unlike herself.

Sentinel slowly reached for her servo with his own, an act that would have warranted dismemberment if he were any other mech. But he wasn't, so he lived. She didn't even realize he slowly guided her extra limbs down so that her pedes were touching the floor once more, thoroughly unraveling the web of frustration and barriers she put up.

“You’re held back by what others decided for you. So am I. One day, we’re going to be who we were meant to be.”

Her optics widened, surprised at the sincerity in his voice. If he were feigning his emotions, then he was very good at it. She was going to say something in response to his admittedly comforting fantasy, but he held her servo a little tighter and spoke before she could.

“This is a promise. I'll give us the destiny we deserve. I'm going to make sure of it.”

She didn't have any sort of response to his conviction. His smile wasn't like the practiced one in reflections or the one he used around the Primes, it was…different. Smaller. Personal.

Airachnid always saw things before they happened. She had expected the war to be lost, and to die not in battle with wetted claws and blades but in this cursed workspace that became her life. But now, she cautiously imagined a future of glittering cities and future cybertronians who knew nothing of war.

She could tell Sentinel saw the same future, and he was willing to turn it into reality through any means necessary. The thought of getting to spill energon once more thrilled her.

If Sentinel was lying, Airachnid didn't notice. More accurately, if he was lying, she didn't care.

——

Airachnid now knew that Sentinel was not lying. He effortlessly deceived working-class miners and even the Primes, but she discovered that he never lied to her. Not even once. He told her everything from his desires for Primacy to his plans to keeping someone quiet, and she was always there to wait, watch, and assist.

He was always there to provide her cover, always present to perpetuate the simple little lie that held the foundation of their society together. But when a few unsuspecting bots slipped through the cracks? That's what he had her for.

She was Sentinel’s shadow, the one who happily killed in the dark so he could bask in the light. He knew this, and he made her feel…seen. He never once told her to hide away in some distant lower floor, to hide who and what she is. He was happy to gloat about her dependability, happy to praise her skills in covering up brutal murders to look like unfortunate accidents.

He…

A distant explosion forced Airachnid to open all of her optics and receptors. She couldn't hear what could have caused the noise, but she could feel just how close it was to the walls of her prison shaking from the force. She wouldn't be surprised in the slightest if the disruption was caused by the new Prime’s inability to keep his own forces from dissent. He knew nothing of what it meant to keep someone in line.

Another explosion, and the quieter sounds of blasters firing. They seemed to fade in and out, but they all seemed targeted at her prison building. A riot or escape plan, perhaps.

Airachnid did not know anything to try and make a prediction. It was maddening, having so many eyes and yet unable to use any of them to know what was going on. She was blind in every possible way except physically.

She was defenseless, only having just enough energon in her systems to prevent deactivation. Her weapons were useless without the energon required, and her extra limbs had been removed long ago to prevent transformation or retaliation.

More blasts and explosions. This time, they sounded-

An impossibly loud sound erupted directly next to her, and pain traveled all across her frame in waves. Each of her optics was damaged, even the ones carefully concealed by her helm plating. She wasn't blind, not yet. She had just enough vision left to see that a giant hole had been made in her cell, revealing the outside. Just outside the gap was a jet of red and white and just a bit of blue-

Starscream. She recognized that imbecile easily. That high and mighty pathetic fool whom she so easily captured for Sentinel. High Guard exile scrap. He and his Seekers probably came for petty revenge for killing some of his forces, back when he was -and still is- an ignorant coward who hid as soon as he struck.

Without thinking, Airachnid jumped out of the opening made by the jets and onto Starscream in his aircraft form, clawing and tearing and prying at the metal of his wings and any other area she could reach. Even without her extra limbs and weapons, she knew how to fight, and she knew how to fight dirty.

Sentinel used to commend her for that. For being brutal yet efficient. For being swift and strong and vicious and-

Airachnid screamed out. She clung to the Seeker like a second set of armor. She didn't care that he transformed to try and counter her attacks, didn't care that she was being reckless and risking her life for nothing. She had nobody to fight for, no cause to follow.

These ignorant fools, Autobots or Decepticons or whatever they chose to call themselves were dooming Cybertron more than Sentinel ever did. Why couldn't they see that? Why couldn't they see that Sentinel intended to betray the Quintessons and liberate their planet once and for all, that he did what he did to protect their home temporarily?

She saw things before they happened. She saw how things were supposed to happen. But then these filthy half-wits got in the way.

Her senses came back to her once she realized she was falling, that some other Seeker had torn her off of their commander. She didn't panic. Though she would have liked to be able to fight with more than just her servos, she would gladly pick dying while fighting rather than rotting away in a cell or in a surveillance operations room.

One of the Seekers shot something towards her, and she wasn't able to dodge without the propeller that would usually be on her back. Whatever the thing was made contact with her helm, and everything glitched and burned before going dark.

——

“…Wake her up, and fast.”

Airachnid’s systems hummed to life, and she was immediately overwhelmed by all the notifications of her injuries and the critical state of her energon reserves. There was nothing but red registering in her optics, an unusual sight devoid of the details she was so used to processing.

Familiar surroundings. This was on the surface, nowhere near Iacon City or energon train routes. Red lighting. Nighttime. Distant burning.

Bright blue dotted and smudged against every single one of her optics, a searing pain washing over the injuries despite the lack of sensory inputs around them. Those cowardly imbeciles must have damaged her optics to prevent her from gaining any information.

She was forced up and forward with the distinct sensation of a blaster pressed to the cabling on her nape, the slight heat from the barrel nearly activating and the sound of it charging up being more than enough to make the assumption. Her servos were clamped behind her with the distinct heat and hue of energon cuffs, and she was forced to walk forward with shaky steps.

Her optics clicked and shuttered to process her surroundings fully. It was made very clear where she was now.

Bots and mechs of all kinds created a rough path for her to walk through in what she realized was their run-down base, all branded with the same symbol somewhere on their wings or limbs. The base was filled to the brim with other mechs and femmes alike, all bearing that same symbol. The simplified helm of Megatronus Prime was now an insignia for a band of miserable fools.

Airachnid would narrow a singular pair of her many optics, but the bright blue energon leaking from them prevented her with a sharp sting of pain. The equally bright blue energon cuffs holding her servos behind her back certainly didn't help.

It was humiliating to be paraded in front of these exiled High Guard miner-following imbeciles. At least with kneeling to the Quintessons, it was an unspoken rule with Sentinel to never bring up those moments of submission. But here in this dingy wrecked ship (a poor excuse for a base if she's ever seen one, especially after she and her fleet destroyed most of it), these red-eyed dimwits had already started to chatter and gossip amongst themselves.

“Look, Starscream and the other Seekers came back! They managed to catch Airachnid!”

Airachnid had to hold herself back to prevent gutting the insolent mechs where they stood, something that became increasingly harder to do as her propeller parts were either broken or no longer present to aid in her typical slaughter. She kept marching forward, not just to prevent herself from doing something she'd regret but also because a blaster was pressing against her spine as she walked.

Fearful cowards.

Even with a limited range of vision with damaged and bleeding optics, Airachnid was still acutely aware of her surroundings. The supposed warriors before her were nothing but fools with weaponry. She saw everything. The way some of them shifted uncomfortably when she glanced at them, how others narrowed their optics at hers to hide their dread.

Predictable.

She resisted smirking to herself upon seeing just how many of the High Guard were missing. She knew what happened to them, of course. She sliced them to ribbons with her blades. Perhaps that was why her presence here was such a spectacle to behold. She stood just a little taller as she walked, savoring how some of the surrounding bots shrank under her gaze and physical presence.

Starscream sneered from behind her, his glitched voice box causing some of his words to crackle and be pitched much higher than normal.

“Keep walking, freakshow.”

The null ray on his arm pressed into her back even more, causing her to stumble forward ever so slightly. She said nothing in response, only opening up the back of her helm for just a split second to let her many bleeding optics gaze at his crimson ones.

She couldn't help but smirk a little once she heard and saw his determined expression turn into a panicked one for a split second.

The rest of the walk through the pathetic base was uneventful, save for a forgettable mech or two from the sidelines who tried to shout at her for killing their best friends or Conjux or whatever it was they said, outbursts that were quickly hushed with a glare from Starscream and shushes from the other surrounding bots. It was almost funny.

Airachnid and her escorts ended up reaching a throne towards the end of the room, one that was fashioned from various junk scrap metal pieces and stray cables. Fitting for the mech sitting upon it.

D-16. Or Megatron, as he now insisted on calling himself. Either way, he was still a petulant brute. Even with his new silvery armor plating and tank alt-mode, he still reeked of inexperience and an innate lack of proper control over his forces.

Starscream kicked one of her legs from behind, causing her to kneel awkwardly to avoid falling forward. He and his Seekers then emerged from behind her to join their leader in stoic positions, their pure red eyes rivaling the crimson moons of Cybertron itself. Starscream’s torn plating and sparking wires brought her immense satisfaction, though nobody would be able to tell from her expression.

Someone tried quietly suggesting he get checked out by a medic, but he rejected the notion with glitching hissed words. A small spark from a bundle of exposed wires made him curse quietly to himself, and Airachnid’s gaze narrowed at the sight. Even without her extra limbs and her weapons, the High Guard were still complete jokes.

For a while, it was mostly quiet. There was the occasional distant whispering in the background as Airachnid tried and failed to regain some of the sight she lost after the fight with the Seekers. Megatron continued to glare at her with disgust from his throne as if he was some battle-torn warlord and not an upgraded miner.

She said nothing. She did nothing. She knew how to easily break the energon cuffs holding her servos back. War and surveying battles provide such tricks. She should slaughter all of these imbeciles where they stand.

She should have killed D-16, but she struck him only once. It was all she needed to do to subdue a forgettable miner. Sentinel wanted him alive, after all.

But here, she was surrounded by other soldiers with fully loaded weapons. It was best to watch and wait. To do what she has always done.

Her main pair of optics narrowed to match Megatron’s. His faceplate twisted with revulsion even further if it were possible. Starscream seemed all too eager to tear her spark from her chest if the silver mech demanded it.

“I should have you torn apart right in front of everyone here just for being alive. For working with Sentinel to keep up a lie that was bound to be revealed. For hunting anyone close to the truth. For many things that would take me too long to list.”

Megatron’s faceplate contorted with detestation and far too many other emotions, ones that he didn't have the skill to hide from Airachnid’s perception. Anger. Hatred. Disgust. Reminiscing. Regret.

His words prompted the other High Guard members- the Decepticons- to ready their weapons and point them all at her. Some had even stepped forward as if waiting for their leader to give a silent cue.

However, the silver-plated mech held a black servo up to subdue them. The other bots around him turned their heads in confusion, clearly all too eager to kill her if only given the chance.

“Lord Megatron, what is the meaning of-”

Starscream was hushed with a sharp side-eyed glare, and he hesitantly lowered his damaged arm weapons. The other Seekers and Decepticons slowly followed his actions, all of them reduced to meager insects underneath their leader’s gaze. Airachnid held in a scoff at how easily they were corrected.

“As much as I wish to rip each of your optics out one by one…”

Airachnid braced herself for whatever may come next, the energon cuffs around her servos straining with pressure. The back of her helm split just ever so slightly, just enough for her to use her damaged optics to seek a way out, any way to escape. Her main pair and the ones on the side of her helm all focused on the mech in front of her, his grey and black frame still mostly covered by shadow.

She could escape, though not easily. There were gaps in the plating of the upper rafters, cables and wires parted just enough for her to slip through. She would need to subdue the Decepticons around her. Prioritize the strongest. Starscream, then Soundwave, then-

“…You would be more useful to me with them intact.”

Airachnid lifted her helm slightly, the back plates closing completely. So that was what he wanted. Her skills. With how Starscream and his Seekers made their entrance in Iacon City, it was clear that the Decepticons didnt have anyone who specialized in stealth or covert operations. It was painfully obvious that they needed her experience.

But working for a leader like Megatron? It wasn't worth staying alive and becoming a warrior again. It was an embarrassment. A stain on her history of working for someone like Sentinel.

What would he think, seeing her like this? What would he think of her now, joining a group of inexperienced imbeciles in order to survive?

No. She was not getting involved with this meaningless war. Whether it was with the Quintessons or the Autobots or whatever they called themselves, Airachnid wasn’t interested. Cybertron was doomed either way.

Nothing will have any meaning, and none of these imbeciles cared.

Megatron, however, seemed to be the most delusional of all. He acted as if his word was law here, and so did his minions. They were blinded, but not by the new Prime’s so called deceptions.

The energon cuffs linking her arms behind her back were suddenly removed, and someone forced her to stand upright. She must have been trapped deep within her own mind, otherwise how else could someone approach her without her detecting it?

The optics on the sides of Airachnid’s helm shuttered and blinked individually, each of them reflecting her confusion and sudden tuning into her surroundings once more. There were more Decepticons around her, nearly crowding her but clearly too afraid to actually approach her. Some of them had malicious, almost satisfied smirks on their faces, others had disdainful and disapproving frowns.

It started off quiet, then it quickly became loud cheering and chanting, each of the Decepticons looking in the distance at something. Airachnid followed their gazes, and her optics narrowed.

A red-hot branding iron was being carefully carried over to her in the servos of a large mech, aimed directly at the center of her chest plating just beneath her neck cabling. The insignia was the helm of Megatronus Prime, now desecrated and pathetically symbolic of the Decepticon cause.

Airachnid never cared for the Primes in the first place- except perhaps a certain pretender one- but even she raised an optic ridge at the sorry excuse of immortalization this was. Her secondary optics focused on the different Decepticons around her, each bearing the violet symbol on them somewhere. Wings on one, chest plating on another.

Through this symbol, she would be bound to the Decepticons until her spark gave out or until it was torn from her by her enemies. Through this, she would be loyal to them. At least, that was their definition of loyalty.

The mech with the branding iron approached her slowly as he got closer, the visor over his optics unable to hide his uneasiness as Airachnid didn't move an inch. Her optics hardly narrowed as she gazed at the sizzling metal meant to mark her place in the faction for the rest of her existence.

But these fools knew nothing. They don't know what it means to hold an oath to someone, to swear to stand by them with everything they have, everything they are. To kill and lie and fight not as a servant to their leader but as a complement, as a missing piece to something greater. As someone who understands their leader and is understood in turn.

The searing pain of branded symbols was nothing. It was insignificant compared to the true bonds that forged themselves underneath, carving them into a spark and into life effortlessly. The connection that inspired someone to their greatest good and their darkest evils.

Airachnid only stared directly in front of her at Megatron- her new leader- as the hot metal was placed on the center of her chest plating, not even flinching at the steaming heat as it pressed harder than it probably should. Megatron stared back at her, helm raised as if he had conquered an army. As if he had broken her in.

The other mechs around him didn't share the sentiment. Starscream, in particular, had a displeased and sour expression. His position as second in command was threatened. He was threatened. Predictable. An easy target to make an example of.

If playing weak was what it took for Megatron to lower his guard, then Airachnid would do it. She would play along with his meaningless words and his insufferable band of fools for as long as it took. She would play the part of a faithful and dependable little soldier for Megatron and wait. She would wait and watch, just like she always has.

Airachnid always saw things before they happened. She could see the path unraveling itself now.

While every other Decepticon had careful fear of their leader, she would wait and watch, weaving in between the shadows and the light. She made very little mistakes when it came to her duty, her purpose. Sentinel always told her that. However, there was one mistake that led her here today. She struck D-16 only once. She left him alive.

But now, a new opportunity has presented itself. Airachnid would be damned if she ever let go of it now.

So, she will keep her optics open. She will weave a web and familiarize herself with her new circumstances. She will wait. She will watch. And when the time finally comes,

Airachnid will strike twice.

[st1ckart1zt]

This was needed to be said

[devils-yui]

How do you feel abt tf one Airachnid and Sentinel Prime?

I’m holding your hand, sitting you down and looking you in the eyes as I say this in the nicest way possible

I do not care for Airachnel (Sentinel Prime x Airachnid)

It’s… A vanilla-ish ship for me? In terms of their interactions for most of the movie to be honest. Other than the minimal interactions here and there that I thought was pretty neat with Sentinel complaining abt the Primes to Airachnid and all. I see them as… Platonic really, just two kinda freaks being buds.

I don’t entirely see the romantic aspect? I understand if people like the bodyguard x person they’re guarding being real famous ‘n all or something along the lines of that—trope or even a yapper x silent listener,

but really? It just isn’t for me. There’s not enough for me to like abt them being together as a couple, I find them more as either close friends or just coworkers that simply share the same view or etc.

I’m interested to know why people ship it though so I can understand better.

Maybe if there was more time outside of the movie or what-not or just interactions more I’d be able to see and get a more firmer reading but other than that. Yeah, not my thing

[anonymousbeeblurr]

I think that's how Sentinel started to like Airachnid

original reddit post

[sentinel-prime-after-dark]

I love how everyone basically agrees that arachnid is the top and sentinel is the bottom. I mean it is absolutely true sentinel loves getting railed by arachnid.

Iacon 5000% he does.

Shamelessly, too. He says her name!

[longarmdecepticon]

Full story

[nsokolow]

Transformers One: Charoite

Chapter Six

Charoite woke up to her name being called, along with knocks on her door.

“Char, you ready for your first trip to the surface?” Sentinel asked.

Charoite burst out of her sleeping pod, out the door, and into Sentinel’s arms. “Morning, Sen! Yep! I was born ready!”

A hint of fear flashed in Sentinel’s eyes. “Good to hear. Just remember what I told you last night: What happens on the surface stays on the surface. Okay?”

Charoite’s eyes darted from side to side. “Okay!”

Sentinel picked Charoite up and kissed her. “Fantastic. Let’s go!”

Charoite followed Sentinel, Airachnid, and the guards to the balcony.

“Okay, everybody ready?” Sentinel enthusiastically shouted.

Airachnid and the guards gave Sentinel a single, firm nod. Sentinel chuckled at Charoite’s hyper, wide-grinned nod.

“Okay, gang!” Sentinel stood on the balcony and spread his golden wings. “Let’s fly!” Sentinel fell backward and flew off.

Charoite flew off the balcony with the rest of the crew.

The sky on the surface had to be the most gorgeous thing Charoite ever saw. It had teal steaks of light, and the sharp rocks on the ground glowed a bright orange.

“This is gorgeous!” Charoite said as she flew up closer to Sentinel. “I can’t believe you’ve seen this so many times!”

Sentinel nodded. “Yep! This is one of the perks of coming to the surface! One of the few for me, actually.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask, how come we’re bringing trains with us? Are they carrying weapons to be used against the Quintessons or something? Then again, they haven’t been around in fifty cycles…”

Sentinel’s face froze. “Well, the crates are used as part of a bargain I have with the Quintessons.”

Charoite felt a painful shock in her stomach. “Wait…what? You have a bargain with Cybertron’s greatest enemies? Why?”

“Relax, Char! It’s fine! It’s just a little way of taking control of my destiny and making sure they stay away from us!”

“Well, I mean, thank you for protecting us, I guess.” Charoite felt some relief. Sentinel was merely keeping Cybertron safe, and that was the most important thing. “So, what do the Quintessons want with the crates? What’s inside—”

“Look, Char.” Sentinel held up a hand. “The most important thing is that I’m still a hero, and that you all are kept safe.” He touched her cheek. “Especially you.”

Charoite felt mostly better. She still felt like something was wrong. Surely, Sentinel wasn’t doing anything that wasn’t in Cybertron’s best interests, right?

“Okay! We’re here!” Sentinel announced.

Everyone landed. The trains came to a stop.

An enormous ship, which somewhat resembled a dusty purple beast with multiple heads slowly flew above them and landed. Quintessons exited the ship and stood in two straight lines. One of the green creatures, evidently their leader, flew out of the ship and headed straight for Sentinel.

“Sentinel!” Charoite cried. What was he going to do to Sentinel? Why was Sentinel just standing there expressionless?

Sentinel knelt. In the direction of the Quintessons.

Charoite felt her stomach drop. She frantically looked around and saw Airachnid and the golden bots doing the same.

“What in Primus are you doing?” Charoite yelled.

The Quintesson leader let out an irritated vibration and puffed out pink smoke.

Charoite was so horrified she didn’t care. She grabbed Sentinel’s shoulder. “Sentinel, what’s going on?”

“I told you I had a secret on the surface!” Sentinel exclaimed. “What happens on the surface stays on the surface!”

“Sentinel, what’s in those crates?” Charoite asked with a tremble in her voice.

Vessels extended from the ship. Cubes of energon levitated from the crates and were sucked up into the vessels.

“W-What?” Charoite backed away. “How…how could you do this?”

Sentinel reached his hands out. “Char, I’m sorry, but this is how I’m able to stay Cybertron’s hero and live my life!” He grabbed her hands. “To live our lives, together, in my tower, with everything we could ever want.”

Charoite’s throat hurt as she nearly cried. She jerked her hands out of Sentinel’s grip. “No! Not like this! You’re not a hero!”

“Yes I am, Char.” Sentinel frowned. “I was scared you’d get like this, so I kept putting off telling you. The truth is what I make it. I’m Cybertron’s beloved hero, and you’re my co-hero who will be with me forever!”

The Quintesson leader growled a pointed a tentacle at Charoite. He flew closer to Sentinel and growled louder in his face, surrounding it with pink smoke.

“Charoite, he wants you to kneel.” Sentinel looked at her nervously. “Come on!”

Charoite was so upset she wasn’t even scared. She crossed her arms and frowned. “No! I love Cybertron too much, and I want it to be the real truth someday that I’m their hero! Whether I’m your co-hero or not!”

The Quintesson leader approached her and growled.

“Leave me alone!” Charoite yelled. “You have our energon, so why do you care?”

The creature grabbed all of Charoite’s limbs with his tentacles, picked her up, and threw her onto the ground. He let out a louder, longer growl. He flew towards her.

Charoite screamed and flew away. She looked back at Sentinel.

Sentinel held out an arm. He slowly shrunk it back as the fear on his face morphed into anger.

Charoite’s pace stalled. She almost stopped flying. She might as well have been dead anyway. She lost her home, her dream…

She lost Sentinel.

Charoite felt something pierce through her chest as her vision glitched and went black.

“She’s waking up.” A somewhat deep voice said.

“Finally!” A high-pitched, distorted voice replied. “Maybe she can tell us who she’s working for in exchange for a quick death!”

“Quiet, Starscream.”

“But the Sentinel decal—”

“You think I didn’t see that stupid thing? I remember this girl! I know she worked for him! She might be of use to us!”

Charoite opened her eyes and saw a shiny silver bot’s face peering down at her, his face pensive, his eyes red. He was a transforming bot with sharp cheeks and a long helmet. She thought he looked familiar.

Charoite gasped and sat bolt upright, causing the silver bot to cautiously hold his hands out to her. It couldn’t be!

The silver bot sat back up. “Charoite, right? You may remember me. I was D-16. Call me “Megatron.”

A/N: I realize Sentinel betraying Charoite may come as shock to some of you. It broke my heart. As much as I, most of the time, enjoyed writing about their relationship, I never planned on it lasting, and I had the betrayal in my head for a while. Although it had some good in it, the power dynamic was uneven, and, well, it’s Sentinel. He did care about Charoite, but sadly, he cared about himself more, and chose himself over her.

Anyway, Megatron! Woop woop!

[sentinelassitantaethos]

What is the best part of your day and what is the part that have you just counting the second fpr itt to end?

Best part of my day is going to wake up Sentinel in the morning with a nice cup of energon coffee. The way he lights up when he opens his optics... though, can't tell if it's because of me or the coffee.

Worst part? Anything involving working with Airachnid.

[bluemushroomkey]

I NEED THEIR SHIP NAME!!

uh, hi

i rewatched tf one and made this, sorry ??? (im not)