#ironhide/oc

[iminahole247]

For You, I Want to Sing, but I Have No Mouth

A ShockOp plot outline/scenario ideas using songs based on @keferon Mech Pilot AU

This pairing has been eating me alive so I decided to write so I don't have to bottle it up any longer. Enjoy this New Year's gift 🎁

DISCLAIMER: The characterizations are mainly based on collective and selective headcanons and personal views and understanding. Some OCs will be included. Don't take them too seriously.

Also, some songs I skimmed from my playlist will be referenced for scenarios that are brought to mind, not in order of events. I just love the 'what ifs' and what happened in between for this pairing. If there's nothing after a song, then the scenario(s) is self-explanatory.

Using music just helps the creative process you know. There'll be more additions as I straighten my thoughts out.

Est-ce que tu m’aimes - GIMS (the translated lyrics speak for themselves)

Look Around - Under the Boardwalk (it’s a cute song and it could be akin to the Open Arms scenarios)

Run to Me - Clarence Coffe Jr.

Oh My Love - The Score (Orion’s POV)

Would You Fall in Love with Me - EPIC: The Ithaca Saga (Odysseus as SW, Penelope as Orion; probably when they meet in the afterlife or something)

LET THE WORLD BURN - Chris Grey

We Become We - Journey to Bethlehem

Raise This Barn - My Little Pony (A big stretch but this is where the imagination and headcannons comes in. Shockwave was an orphan for a while til he was adopted by a pair of farmers, Leonard and Tommy [Leonard in reference to Lanard Toys for trademarking right to the name for a while during his Bay Movie appearance, and Tommy in reference to Takara Tomy being one of the creators of Transformers]. The farm was his home, even when he went off to pursue his studies in the city, he might not be big on people but he holds his family close enough. Rebuilding after a certain natural disaster brings him home, which knocks out having a family gathering for the next decade cause that’s a lot of relatives he won’t remember but to help his dads is all that matters, especially in their old age)

Can't Help Falling in Love - Kina Grannis

To Build A Home - Patrick Watson (during some quiet moments on the farm when he brings Orion for some fresh air from the that place, Shockwave taking a moment to breathe too, maybe showing his dads’ cows too, Fluffy Ears hitting it off with Orion, watching from the side sending looks at him, oh does his heart get lighter when he returns the same look through eyes that cling to all the hope in the world for the both of them, he pitied and envied for those eyes, at least in a way they were his)

Die With A Smile - Lady Gaga & Bruno Mars (there was no way either of them could, this world doesn’t allow such a luxury, but maybe in another universe, another life)

More Than You Know - Axwell /\ Ingrosso (for the both of them)

Open Arms - EPIC: Cyclops Saga (could symbolize their contrasting outlooks, open arms for a more optimistic future in spite of their situation even for a moment, cause what’s the point if you don’t stop to smell the flowers and admire the stars)

Fix You - Coldplay or Danny Olson & Jadelyn

We'll Meet Again - maruwhat

A Million Miles Away - Belle (from Orion's ghost to Shockwave)

Yuri on ICE - Taro Umebayashi

Magic - Sia (stargazing outside of the mech or outside in the wilderness, where for now the world consists of him Orion and the stars above, but it goes unsaid that they’re each other’s whole world, for better and for worse)

The Line - Twenty One Pilots (they feel JayVik coded to me, like if Viktor survived but couldn’t revive Jayce or something like that)

Happy Ending / Sewer Home - TMNT Mutant Mayhem (some form of happy ending, it feels out of place but they're together at last, somehow)

Wu Ji - Xiao Zhan & WANG YIBO (the YEARNING)

I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For - Scarlett Johansson & Bono

DREAM BOY Album - Morgan Clae

Count Me In - Liv and Maddie

Fantastic - King Princess (iykyk)

Until I Found You - Stephen Sanchez

KISS OF DEATH - Mika Nakashima (pilots with giant mechs, codependency stuff and romance and angst in and out of the cockpit)

Great Balls of Fire - Miles Teller (rare moment of Shockwave singing in the hometown bar, Orion was there singing along with his arms around him, a little bit drunk; Orion might not be able to sing as well later on down the line from deteriorating lung damage, doesn’t mean he won’t get to hear Shockwave sing to him every now and then)

Beautiful Things - Benson Boone

I Think We're Alone Now - Tiffany (that one time they fooled around in the cockpit, luckily no one was there to witness, or not)

More Than Anything (Reprise) - Hazbin Hotel (moments of comfort and reassurance after a trying test or battle)

Good Old Days - Macklemore & Kesha (reminiscing)

Classic - MKTO (Orion’s POV again)

Independent Together - Caleb Hyles & CG

Carnaval Del Barrio - In the Heights (morality at a low but a musical number does wonders, even to progress their relationship)

Accidentally In Love - Counting Crows (Orion’s POV again, cause he fell first and hard)

Had I Not Seen the Sun - Robin, Chevy (post-battle moment, surviving another day, )

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Headcannons and scenarios (I know most of these are not as angsty but the lot of you can make it up tenfold so how about some more soft stuff):

- For living in civilization for all his life, Orion isn’t up to date with the ‘pop culture’ but at least he has Shockwave to show him the good tunes, like classical and synth

- That one time when Orion got him a stuffed cow teddy with a recording of Fluffy Ears’s moos for his birthday. Since when did he have the time to acquire he still doesn’t know

- In their mech, they’re a beast on the battlefield. It might not have been amazing compared to the current mechs and pilots, but they’ve lasted this far with just the two of them for a reason. Got a marksman’s eye and the strength to rip the faces off those tentacled fuckers. Sometimes Orion forgets to take it down a notch outside the battlefield.

- Afters years of piloting evolving mechs, it takes a toll on the both of them, especially for Orion. Fatigue and back pains riddle him, along with a certain accident that caused him to wear a mask to not further damage his lungs. It also made his voice more deep with a certain timbre that gives Shockwave a soothing feeling compared to Orion youthful and lighter voice before.

- When Shockwave isn’t in piloting, he’d be in a lab overseeing the other operations on mech tech and poking at the Quintesson corpses. Orion had Ironhide to converse with and try as he might, he hasn’t had a chance to successfully evade Ratchet hawk like supervision. When Shockwave was working on the down times from attacks, there would be a myriad of medical tests and checks that would be at best tedious and ��unpleasant” at worst. Post-medical exam cuddles are mandatory for them, behind closed doors of course.

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I’ll add more when I’ve gathered my thoughts and straightened them out. You have other songs for them or any other headcannons for Shockwave and/or Orion Pax, share what additions you have for these tragic old gays.

[neonjellyfishart]

I'm making a Transformers au called Transformers life. And I wanna test my skills, so it's gonna be a multipart series where each episode is at least 42 mins. It's gonna be posted on my YouTube, but the resson I'm posting this is because I want voice actors. If you are interested in this message on Discord, but here's the thing I am unfortunately not able to pay you guys.

The series is still a work in progress, and it's gonna take a while as i am still in school, but so far, here are the characters

Autobots

Orion pax/ Optimus prime

Elita-one

Ratchet

Jazz

Bulkhead

Prowl

Bumblebee

Arcee

Ironhide

Sideswipe

Wheel jack

Nightflare (needs several voices)

DINOBOTS

Grimlock

Slag

Snarl

Swoop

Sludge

Decepticons

Starscream

Shockwave

Soundwave

D-16/Megatron

Villians

Aegis (Optimus prime father)

Lyra prime (Optimus prime mother)

Sentinel prime

Black arachnia

Nightflare

Again, more characters will be added into the future, which is all bye 👋🏽

https://discord.gg/hHA4bbe2

!!!!UPDATE!!!!

Forgot to put this here the first time, but help is also needed with designing the characters, and again, if you're interested in being part of this message, I'm on Discord

[transformersowa]

After years my main Transformers OC - Speedcee (ex-Decepticon, now Autobot) , got a redesign☺🤗 The amazing @goatielicious drew her and I cannot even describe how thankful I am🥹💗 She looks so pretty now🥹💗

*Do not use*

[fandom-lover2]

My Sword Is My Shield, And I Shall Never Bend

Chapter Four - No Politics At The Table

Word Count - 1359

-image not mine-

Chapter Three - Too Young For This

Chapter Four - Music And Mead Make Men Happy

Optimus had been convinced that seeing the girl dressed the way she was when she first entered the dining hall was the most beautiful he’d ever see her, but he was mistaken when she entered a second time.

When she’d come in after being summoned, she was obviously straight off the training field, quiver secured to her back and bow still in hand. Her sword rested in the scabbard tied around her waist. The white shirt hung loosely on her top while tight leather pants hugged her legs tightly and boots went up to her calves.

Her hair caught the last few rays, making it shimmer a mix of gold and chocolate brown. It had been the same as this morning, except then her hair had been untied and showed the golden more. Now the locks were secured in a plait, though some strands had escaped and stood out in all directions.

When she left the room it was almost as if she was excited at the news she would be joining the meal. That had not been too long ago and now she had returned.

A royal blue and cream gown covered her body, hugging her chest snuggly. Her hair was pulled away from her face, but now showed tight curls that cascaded down her back, so beautifully natural.

Everything about her was so natural, the way she moved with grace but also comfortably. How she flopped down into the chair rather than slowly sitting. How the small “thank you” that followed after the servant had helped push her in was automatic and not forced.

Optimus decided that he liked all three versions of her equally. The morning bedhead who cared not what others thought, the training hard and looking like it, and the dressed up. Each showed a different side of the same woman.

She began eating without a word, but snuck glances at every one of the men when she could, studying them. Curiosity danced in her eyes, blending effortless with wonder.

The Lord began talking, but the General did not bother listening to him. He watched her. Then Ironhide, who sat beside him, nudged the General.

Optimus snapped his attention back to the Lord. “Yes?”

The Lord was glaring at Optimus, clenching his teeth. “I asked how long you thought the war would continue?”

Optimus was used to these kinds of questions.

He and Lord went back and forth, war talk. Optimus continued to talk. As long as the Lord focused on him, his men could eat.

It was after Optimus had said something about casualties that the Lord decided to toast, “To worthy sacrifices!” he cheered, hoisting his challis up.

Before any of the soldiers had the chance to be horrified at the Lord’s callousness, a snort broke the tension. Everyone turned to the end of the table, where the Lord’s daughter was picking at her plate.

“Yeah, worthy.”

Optimus felt the shift in Ironhide beside him, the anger now aimed at her. He raised a hand to rest on his friend’s shoulder but it was shrugged off.

“You will not speak at the table.” The Lord ordered, putting the challis down.

“No,” Ironhide spoke up, squaring his shoulders as he looked at the girl. “Let her speak.”

The girl took the challenge, sitting straighter and turning to face Ironhide.

“What do you think of war?”

She took a second before replying. “I think more damage comes of it.”

Ironhide narrowed his eyes, a cue to continue.

She took it. “Fields destroyed, towns burnt to the ground, millions of lives lost and good soldiers buried, and yet no side ever gains an advantage, so the cycle continues.”

“You think war to be brutish and unnecessary?” Ironhide tried to be aloof about the question, but the underlying tone and way he was gripping his mug said otherwise.

“I think that there are times when war is necessary and times when it was a loss of human life.”

Ironhide barked out a laugh, but it was not one of joy. “You believe diplomatic talks are the way to end manslaughter?”

Now the conversation had changed from war in general to the current war. Would she notice?

The girl took a moment. “You ever hear of the debate of whether the pen or the sword is mightier?” The question was directed to Ironhide.

He clenched his jaw, leaning back. “Yes.”

The girl smiled. “Well I believe the mightiest is the hand that knows when to pick up a pen, and when to raise a sword.” She allowed a moment for her words to sink in. “And mightier still is the hand that knows when to lay down the sword.”

That struck something inside Optimus.

The girl then turned her attention, looking at each soldier as she spoke. “From what I understand of this war, two men with similar ideals picked up pens in an attempt to make a change, to speak out against the abuse the old council dished out to the Kingdom of Cybertron. They gained attention from the people and soon their writings turned into words. But soon one lost faith in the pen and raised a sword in anger. The second then raised his in defence, and both men gained followings that started the war. Neither have learned how to lay down their swords.”

 She then fixed her gaze on Optimus. “Though from what I hear, neither of you are trusting enough of the other to allow peace talks to occur.”

Optimus cleared his throat, readjusting in his seat. “You speak with a wisdom far greater than your age.”

The girl smiled, picking up her goblet. “Perhaps I can just see both sides.” Her eyes never left his as she took a sip and swallowed. “But that is just the ramblings of a child who has never seen war.”

“Exactly.” her father started, and every soldier was brought back to the awareness that they were all seated in a dining hall in a Lord’s mansion.

How did she always manage to steal the attention of every person and make them hang off her every word without even asserting herself in the centre of the room?

“Just nonsense ramblings of a girl. From now on you will hold your mouth at the table.”

The girl scoffed, leaning forward to take an apple from the table. “Sure, as long as you keep holding that stick up your ass.”

Optimus could see many of the men try to hold in their laughter, hiding smiles behind feigned sips of mead. Ironhide was the only who didn’t bother holding back.

“I like her.” he decided, shooting a genuine smile in her direction, which she returned.

“Take her.” the Lady spoke up, smirking at the girl from across the table. “You can turn her into the army’s whore.”

The smile fell away, but instead of hurt or fear, she girl looked at the woman with fake innocence. “Didn’t my father meet you in a whorehouse?”

The soldiers shifted uncomfortably. This was definitely not something they should be involved in.

The Lord rose, slamming his hands on the table. “Go to your room!” he roared.

The girl kept her gaze on her paled step mother, a smirk gracing her beautiful face as she rose, apple still in hand. She made a show of scrapping the chair as she stood, then doing it again as she pushed it in. Once she got to the door she turned, dipping her head.

“Brave warriors.” she addressed, then raised her head to the General, repeating the action and calling him his fill title.

That was the first time Optimus heard his name fall from her lips, and he liked it.

Then she spun on her heels. Her father’s call of her name stopped her.

She turned to face them again, doing a very exaggerated curtsy. “Sperm giver. Whore.”

It was very clear who that was intended for.

Then she rose to her fill height, took last look at every soldier who stared at her in wonder and bit the apple. She spun again, pushing the doors open. “Jack! Come on, we’re going to the tavern!”

[bluebellbot]

Ironhide here, anybody wanna explain what’s going on with my daughter?? She suddenly got really angry and started throwing things and trying to pick fights with everyone. She gave me a nasty punch when I tried to talk to her.

[thevioletninjadraws4]

IT'S THAT TIME AGAIN!!

CHRISTMAS DOODLES!! 🦅🦅🦅

Sorry for not having much this year though, I didn't had much time to do them and had much ideas. I hope next year will be better.

And I was hoping for the next two pages of the comic to be done but it didn't happened sadly, sorry 😔😅

Anyways I won't be posting until next year since I won't probably have anything done by then. So I appreciate for all the support this year, it means a lot, I know I haven't really shown it, but I do love the support! It means a lot to me. This year wasn't the best, it was ups and downs. But it was good one. I'll see you all next year.

I wish you all a Merry Christmas and happy holidays. 🎁🎄

Transformers belongs to Hasbro

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Art (C) Me!

Please do NOT copy, trace, repost, steal my art or use it for Ai! (If you want to repost my art, give me credit, if not credit, I'll tell you to take it down, or add credit.)

[prismatica-the-strange]

Ironhide girlies pspsps! Come get y'all juice!

[deepfriedhopesanddreams]

A new transformers oc, Symphatique

[bluespider008]

Nahh, I despise this mf.

[textbook-machismo]

Them with this meme💅

[cheesecake-bich]

This is my main Transformers oc, that I treat like a child (and throw into the most harsh, fire lore ever, trust its for character development.)

If you can't tell I like drawing him w Ironhide 🤓

pp

[jaydenforest]

Momma Charge and big scary Husband💕💞

Gift for @textbook-machismo

(Hope you like it😭😭😭 i Tried--!)

[subiehasissue]

[fandom-lover2]

My Sword Is My Shield, And I Shall Never Bend

Chapter Three - Too Young For This

Word Count - 2487

Chapter Two - A Gift And A Curse

Chapter Four - No Politics At The Table

Saiph breathed deeply, feeling the oxygen flow through every part of her body, making her feel lighter. Then, she released, her breath following the arrow.

Perfect bullseye.

She smiled, proud of herself.

“Nice one!” Jack called from his position on the stairs.

Satisfied with her practise for the day, she retrieved her arrow and added it to the quiver strapped to her back before making her way to Jack, greeting Miko as she passed her.

Jack lounged against the stairs that lead to the armoury, sipping a goblet of water leisurely as he watched her approach. She sat heavily beside him, taking the other goblet and downing it in two gulps.

These were the days Saiph loved most, when she was left alone to be her.

Well, today wasn’t the best of days. After meeting the General, while she ran around the house trying to catch Jack, she ended up meeting Nurse June sitting in a hallway, crying. When she asked why, she realised that the reason the General was here was because he had been escorting her cousin home.

The house had received the news weeks ago of what had happened to Bumblebee. Saiph never thought he’d come home.

She raced to the doctor’s room where she found Bumblebee seated at the table, Preceptor and another man standing in front of him.

When he saw Saipha, he pushed them aside, standing. She rushed at him, throwing herself around him.

Bumblebee wasn’t actually his name. When he was a baby, Bradly would continuously make buzzing noises. With the rare black streak in his blonde hair, the nickname caught on quickly throughout the household. Bumblebee suited him better than Bradly anyway.

Saiph released him from her embrace, pulling away to look at him. He was tired, eyes drooping and red.

She raised her hand slowly and stroked his cheek. “I’m so glad you’re home.”

She debated giving him a light punch to the gut in warning of him ever scaring her that badly ever again, but decided he’d suffered enough.

He smiled weakly, not meeting her eyes.

Saiph inhaled sharply, fighting back the tears that stung her eyes.

Perceptor ushered her away shortly after, telling her morning classes were cancelled and she needed to go find Jack and Wheeljack would be keeping them busy. She reluctantly agreed, knowing Bee was safe is he was with Perceptor.

After a failed 2 months at finishing school, Saiph was homeschooled by the house’s doctor/advisor. No one was really sure what he did. He was the doctor if you needed him to be, but he also had a vast knowledge of pretty much everything. He oversaw Saiph’s education with Nurse June, but it officially ended a year ago. He continued to add subjects her father had not included in her required syllabus. History and geography, biology and warfare, basic medicine. Saiph was being taught how to survive in the world, not rule above it. Perceptor was a kind and patient teacher.

Jack was the son of Saiph’s nurse maid, June. They were raised side by side from birth, but never as equals. Well, her father believed they were not raised equal. Any chance Saiph could she was sneaking food from the kitchen to him, and she always kept the meals that were brought to her room so we could share. Saiph never ate that much anyway. Jack helped keep the gardens and mind the horses.

Many of the good memories from her childhood were Bee, Jack and Saiph getting into trouble for the mischief they caused. And later on, the memories consisted of them being trained by Wheeljack in combat and swordsmanship.

Her archery lessons were carried out by a hunter who would pass into Yuss every fortnight. He would observe her form and make corrections while his haul was documented and coin was counted. Then he’d go off into the woods once again, returning when his wagon was fill 14 moons later. He never gave a name, merely calling himself ‘Hunter’.

Wheeljack was a strange man. He was from the country called Japan, and instead of ‘Knight’ called himself a “Samurai”. His weapon of choice was two swords he called katanas. They were smaller than broadswords in width and had a curve to them. He said they could not learn his method as they were not from his land, but was more than willing to teach them three with a broadsword.

Saiph’s father had despised the idea of her holding a sword, let alone wielding one, but she didn’t care. It was mostly his wife’s influence anyway. That her only job was to marry into a wealthy family and allow her sons to take over the family house, name and title.

Saiph didn’t want the skills to fight in this stupid war, she wanted them because they allowed her to feel as though she had some power in her own life. That she wasn’t just the girl, she was the fighter.

And she wasn’t the only girl in this town that fought. Jack and Saiph watched from their perch as Miko hoisted the hammer over her shoulder.

She was also a child from Japan, though she was orphaned at a young age when her parents were murdered on the road while travelling to Yuss. The convoy they were travelling with brought her to the city and were ready to give to the orphanage when the blacksmith came forward.

Bulkhead adopted her. She was raised around melting iron and molding swords. Being a blacksmith meant Bulkhead was ridiculously buff for a man, bulging biceps larger than Saiph’s head. No matter how hard Miko tried, she could never build mass, but she held strength. The only weapon she insisting training with was a war hammer. And damn could she use it effectively. Many times Jack and Saiph have narrowly avoided a painful trip to Nurse June after Miko swung that thing with pin point accuracy. Of all the kids in training, she scared Saiph the most.

There was one more child in this house, Raf. He was a quiet boy. Son of the head gardener, Saiph often helped sneak him into the library. The kid had a thirst for knowledge of the world, especially science. You could leave him in a corner with a stack of books and come back hours later to see he hasn’t moved at all, only the pile of ‘To read’ have shrunken. He was smart, and brazen for someone so small. Of all of the youth, the only one who rivalled the number of fights with the commoner children was Bumblebee.

Bumblebee was like a brother to young Raf, and Saiph’s cousin leaving for war broke his heart. The fights became more frequent after Bee’s departure. But as he always did, Raf went to read. His topic of books changed from science to warfare. He would write letters to Bumblebee almost every day, telling him of the new battle strategies and tactics he’d learned, begging her cousin to pass them onto the General. When news of Bumbebee’s injury reached the castle, Saiph thought the poor kid would burst with rage and fear. It took both Jack and Miko to hold him back from his quest of going to find the Warlord Megatron. To channel his rage, he did what he always did, read. He remembered reading somewhere of a man who learnt to use his hands to make different movements as a form of a language for people who were deaf. Raf found the book again and began making copies for all the people who were close to Bee. Then he began learning, practicing in the mirror and asking the kids to help him. All of them learnt, and a few of the adults in the house, for when he returned.

Saiph didn’t think he actually would.

“My lady!”

Saiph was startled out of gazing at the setting sun and turned to see it was Milo, a messenger.

“The lord wants to see you.” he informed with a bow.

The staff knew Saiph hated it when they bowed, and if they did it, it meant someone of higher standing was watching. She looked around and saw her step mother glaring down at them from a window on the third floor.

 “Thank you Milo.” Saiph dismissed him, turning back to the sun.

“Aren’t you going to go?” Jack asked.

“Nah.”

He chuckled, standing. “You should go. I need to get to the sables anyway.”

Saiph threw her head back with a groan, but she knew he was right.

Yelling a goodbye to Miko, they went their different ways. Saiph didn’t rush to her father though. She went to Bee first.

He lay on the bed, and one would assume he was asleep if not for the eye he cracked open when she walked in. Raf lay curled at his side, definitely asleep. His eyes were red and swollen, he had been crying. Poor kid.

Saiph picked a blanket from the pile in the basket near the bed and draped it over the two of them. Bee mouthed his thanks before closing his eyes again.

Did he want to rest because he needed it, or was he pretending so he did not have to see the pain in her eyes?

Saiph took the chance to grab a chair and sit, observe them. Bee’s hair had grown, now almost past his ears, and a start of a beard seemed to be trying to grow. He looked wrong with it.

Even though he was the oldest of them, the gap between him and Jack and Saiph was only two years. Raf was the youngest, being 16, Miko following at 17. Jack and Saiph were 19, leaving Bee at 21. None of them were children anymore, but it was so much easier for them to pretend they were still riding imaginary horses and fighting dragons.

The war was getting worse. Almost 80% of Cybertron had been destroyed. Crops burnt and farms destroyed in the fighting between The Great Optimus and the Warlord Megatron. Was the war even worth it if there was no land to govern after the war had concluded. How many more Bumblebee’s would die for opposing ideals? How many more innocent civilians would be forced to join the war to save themselves from starvation?

This town had been getting more refuse seekers everyday, many coming from all around Cybertron. Saiph’s father had had to begin turning them away. Not enough space for them. How much more was the war going to take?

She knew why the war started, why the revolution started, but was it all worth it?

Her inner conflict ended when a match was struck beside her and she was startled to find Perceptor standing behind her, lighting a candle.

“I thought your father asked to see you an hour ago?” he questioned.

She stood up, horrified. “An hour?”

Oh no.

Saiph turned without another word, rushing out the room.

If Milo had called her that meant her father was in the dining room, probably getting ready for dinner. Entering the main house, Saiph was surprised by the chaos.

Servants ran around, food and jugs smelling of wine being hurried around. That only meant one thing, her father was hosting a feast, probably for the army.

The sun only had a few rays left, torches illuminating the walls.

She laughed to herself as she passed the kitchen, poor men.

Saiph’s father was a cold man, to the servants as least. With his wife and their sons, he was joyful and kind hearted. She never spent much time with him. Mandatory dinners were bad, but the dinner table was large enough that she could sit on the far end and not hear their conversation. Saiph would eat as fast as she could and excuse herself.

His wife hated her with a passion, simply because Saiph was a threat to her son’s success in life.

The children themselves were monsters. Well, the older of the two was, the younger was a quiet boy. Kept to himself mostly, though that was because he never managed to get a word in over his older brother’s constant screeching.

Saiph often wished she got to spend more time with him, but anytime she got near, he would be called away. The staff were given strict orders to keep them separated as much as possible, and were harshly punished if they did not intervene. Saiph often saw him squatted down playing with the bugs to the side of the training grounds. A soft boy that would be ruined by the harshness of his mother and abuse from his brother.

She heard the hushed talks of her father from the staff, and the complaints from our visitors. He always forced himself into the center of a conversation, always making it seem he knew more than you. Many complained about him, like she didn’t know.

Taking the stairs that would be less busy, she entered the dining hall.

Yip, food overflowed the table, and soldiers.

They all turned to look at her, mouths full. The General sat to the right of her father, who was seated at the head of the table. To her father’s left sat the older of her two brothers. The youngest was probably in his room. An extra table had been brought to fit all the men, 16 in total.

Saiph’s step mother sat at the further end of the table, away from all the men, like tradition stood. Woman one side and men the other. An empty chair was opposite hers, Saiph’s.

Oh hell no.

She looked toward the General and saw him staring at her, expression unreadable. He was handsome, unfortunately. Black hair and stubble, eyes a startling blue. A strong and obviously build body hiding beneath that simple shirt and jacket.

It was like he was studying her, trying to understand who she was, what she was thinking.

It was weird, but not uncomfortable. It was like he wanted to know more and celebrate those parts, not force them into submission.

They stared for each other for a few beats too many, but were interrupted by Saiph’s father growling her name.

She turned her eyes toward him. “Yes?”

“What are you wearing?”

She looked down at her clothes. “What I always do.”

He took a deep inhale and Saiph saw the angry vein on his forehead showing. “Go to your room, get changed, and join us.” It was calmly said, but the rage behind it was obvious.

Normally, Saiph would fight, begin acting so unruly and fake a manic episode so she was dragged to her room and excused, but this time she didn’t want to. Saiph wanted to be seated with these men, to hear what they had to say. All of them. She bowed my head. “Of course, Father.” Saiph turned fast then, hiding the smirk that formed.  

[bluebellbot]

Heard Prowl say some things about Skywarp and Nova Storm. I know they’re cons but my daughter loves them and they make her happy so I’m gonna go kick some tailpipe.

And it won’t be Decepticons’

[stinger-shot]

HES REAL

he's real.. yes, ironhide did fuck and no he didn't birth that was my boi redshift who went through the pain. (Pray for him)

(@belyyvolks @xjackieism)