#jazz wanted to stay with prowl

[watermelonsverything]

"You're a hero, kid."

I needed comfort

[smallestapplin]

Warnings : harem, human reader left GN!, autobots, in a meeting no less, belly bulge

🔞MDNI 18+ only🔞

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Imagine being the darling of the autobots.

You practically live at their base, help them in their respective works, maybe even giving them ideas they hadn't thought of in the heat of the moment. They adore you, but it's common knowledge between them at least, that they all want you.

You don't notice that Optimus has you smelling like a truck, his scent pouring off of you in waves, confusing some if they don't see you first, thinking it's their boss, but no it's little ol' you.

Or how Sidesipe and Sunstreaker team up to get you away from Prowl, ho has no problem chasing them down to get you back.

Or that Bee follows you around, or carries you around, like an excited puppy, he just wants to be around you at all times and gets huffy if your time is taken up by another.

But it doesn't take too long for someone to cave and confess their love to you, and just when Jazz does so, so does everyone else, arguing that they love you more and just want to spoil and protect you.

So why not share?

Surprisingly everyone agreed and came up with a schedule so everyone could have time with you.

Maybe that's how you ended seated on Optimus's spike in the middle of a meeting, just keeping him warm in front of everyone. You can feel so many optics on you, staring at your trembling body, watching you struggle to stay still on the massive spike stretching you out.

You're not even half way down Optimus's shaft, but even so there is so much transfluid leaking from where you two connect. You can't even hear what the boss bot is talking about, your mind is fried and your stomach bulging from the intrusion.

And all while being watched? You know most of the bots in the room aren't even listening, just captivated by the sight of you.

The knowledge makes you clench around Optimus, making him tremble and fumble is words midspeech.

You don't want to disturb or interrupt them, but you're so close to cumming-!!

You bite down on your hand, trying so hard to muffle your squeal. Your juices coat the spike inside you, sliding down the rest of his shaft. Your climax has Optimus overloading, covering your insides with his transfluid, but it's so much and gushing out from around him.

By the time you two are done, he carefully lifts you off him, giving the top of your head a tender kiss, before passing you off to Prowl so he could continue what he was saying.

And given such a chance in front of everyone? Oh, of course he's going to use it to prove he's the best at pleasing you.

It becomes increasingly harder to listen to Optimus when you're sobbing and shrieking over his words, pleading 's-slow down! I can't- fuuuck!'

Drooling and crying as your hole gets stuffed with Prowl's thick spike.

Faintly you can hear Bee and Hot Rod whining, probably begging to go next with you, or trying not to touch themselves at the sight of your fucked out expression.

You're just going to be passed around after he overloads, just to let everyone have a taste of you.

So what's a few more climaxes when you'll get the best aftercare?

[revelboo]

Cuddles with Jazz, the growing tension reaching a breaking point with Starscream and Soundwave, getting pinned by Prowl...! Just today!! I'm so feral rn I can't wait for more ❤️💙🤍

Gravity Pt 4

Optimus Prime x Reader

• Watching you move about his desk, looking around with open curiosity, he can admit that you’re not what he expected. Especially after Prowl had complained that humans were pit spawned abominations sent just to torment them. A bit overdramatic, but he’d honestly expected some resentment from you. Not for you to ask him questions about his day and himself, because hardly anyone ever bothered except Ratchet. Like when he’d become a Prime, he’d become something other and unapproachable. Intimidating. That you want to know, spreads through him in a warm rush. “Careful,” he murmurs, reaching out a servo to gently nudge you away from the edge when you get too close.

• Biting back a snort, you give the big guy a smile, not sure if you should find his protectiveness cute or a little insulting. You’re not a toddler about to fall off something, but it’s almost nice to have someone looking after you even if it’s unnecessary. “Thanks,” you call up to him cheerfully, because staying on his good side is the entirety of your plan for now. Freedom means earning his trust and playing nice. You follow as he lays his arm back down on the desk and sit with your back against it, enjoying the heat and fighting a yawn. Whatever schedule he’s running on, it’s a lot longer a day than you’re used to.

• You make that noise again, little mouth opening disconcertingly wide before you close your eyes and lean your head back on him and it finally clicks. You’re tired. He’s so used to staying up late working, that getting enough recharge has become little more than a distant memory. And while he has no problem pushing himself, there’s you to worry about now. How much rest do humans need? More than Cybertronians? Your eyes snap open, nearly falling backwards when he moves his arm before carefully curling his servos around your tiny frame and lifting you. Aware of your little hands holding on to him as though afraid he might drop you.

• Legs dangling, you cling to that massive hand as he hesitates then heads toward his berth. And then hesitates again as if he’s not sure what to do now. Slowly he climbs on and lays back, before easing you down on the center of his chest, that hand lingering over you like a cage. As he lays his head back and shutters his optics, you get the idea. Apparently it’s finally bed time and he’s your bed. Alright, then. Easing down on him, it’s the heat rolling off of him and the soft thrum under you than you’re aware of. That warmth sinking in and letting you relax. You wish he wasn’t so nice, wish thinking of escape didn’t make you feel vaguely guilty. The almost cautious, gentle slide of a big servo down your spine just makes it even worse, because you can’t hate him.

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[felixdragonheartofficial]

TFA TEAM PRIME HUMAN REDESIGNS FINALLY

FUCK

+headcannons

Optimus: gotta stay focused

looks too old compared to his bot form.

I find it impossible for Optimus to be more than a million years old in this canon. In the least, he's older than 1000 years and since we have mfs that are canonically over 70 million years old(fagatron iykyk) compared to that, he feels like a dude in his early-to-mid-30's being the group parent.

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-I made him more youthful, gave him curly hair, and tailored his clothing to actually look like his bot form.

-workaholic

-on the cusp of barley being able to hold his liquor

-doesn't own a pair of pajamas until Sari gets some for him

-usually forgets to put them on, but appreciates the gesture

-stays active for like, 3 days until he can't fight off sleep with work brain anymore, and unceremoniously passes out on the couch to sleep for a full 24 hours

-ratchet sighs and puts a blanket over him as per routine

-frequently checks security feed

-elf on the shelf despiser

-early morning talks with jazz and ratchet over coffee (they all wake up at 6 am)

-half thrives on caffeine and a vigorous training protocol

-is a dog person, loves German shepherds to death

David sama, pls forgive me ily very much

Ratchet: to old for this nonsense

doesn't match his body type in the slightest.

Ratchet is really old, he's got a sallow face and a gramp gut, how dare they square him. He's wayyy too angular and peachy looking.

-I gave him his luscious curves back, adding all the equipment id expect a field medic to have because he is a field medic, not a regular doctor. I changed his facial proportions, and also made his face gaunt, for that dead inside PTSD look.

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-drinks his coffee black with brown sugar, literally drinks it piping hot

-is one of those old people who complains about noise

-confiscates bumblebee and Sari's toy cars, and puts them in a high up cabinet

-neither of them know how to bypass the child safety lock lmao

-casual clothes includes a lot- a l o t of plaid shirts, and 10 pairs of the same blue jeans

-tunes out bulkhead and prowls convos about birdwatching

-big fan of political satire dramas

-Sentinel doesn't approve

-Ratchet doesn't give a rats ass about what he thinks of course

Bumblebee: professional smart-ass

doesn't match his body type/age.

Bumblebees holoform is presented as a 10-12 year old child specifically for the fact that he's short, and the comedic relief. Total ass

I set his human age as 19-20 years old, making him more of a big brother to sari because that og model is disappointingly lackluster

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-Bumblebee is a scrappy wisecracking punk, like an adhd kid who just got roller skates for Christmas.

-since he doesn't have wheels, I feel like he'd wear skates instead to emulate the feeling

-terrible at watching where he's going cuz he's too busy trying to show off, so ratchet makes him wear all that padding + training wheels

-legit despises the padding and training wheels

-Jealous of Blurr for mastering roller blades lmao.

-his favorite games are choose your fighter and fps

-saw ONE ancient ass assassins creed playthrough and begged ratchet to install hidden tasers in his arm bands (was denied)

-Sari used her key to do it instead

-self appointed "rizzler"

-Optimus has zero idea of what that means and thinks it's code for something dubious

-Ratchet knows what it means and thinks it's silly

-"I' was something of a rizzler myself back in my day, kid"

-bumblebee cringes

-loves summer and swimming

-wants to be the fastest thing in the sea because y'know, it's bumblebee

-is spooked from the beach for awhile cuz he saw sharks in Prowls nature documentary

-there are infact, no sharks in lake Erie

Bulkhead: big guy, bigger heart

doesn't match his body type/aspirations.

Jesus fuck he's so wide?? And his belly migrated to his shoulders?? I'm gonna be honest, I really hate this design. I feel like it contributed to the "brute strength = stupid" take that most in the fandom associates with him.

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-Bulkhead is a SWEET. CARING. NERD YOU FOOLS. He's like the male version of a tall goth gf-

-a tall-nerdy-farm hand-physics bf, You got me fucked up.

-Its already shown that bulkhead really likes art in Addition to creating it. He hates being only seen as the "muscle" so it wouldn't make sense for him to lean into that.

-bunny slippers that him and sari made together(she provided the buttons)

-the slippers go missing sometimes (basically considered community property unless he's wearing them)

(ratchet and prowl are the main offenders)

-frequent art museum goer

-really likes watching cooking shows, but is too shy to make food himself

-Owns a ton of star maps

-Really wants a treehouse that he, bumblebee and sari can hang out in

-pillowfort enjoyer

-casually reads quantum physics at the beach

Prowl: draft dodger

Doesn't look like him at all.

Prowls holoform being a mustachioed,white, police officer was an actual jumpscare for 7 y/o me, I kid you not

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- I know this bitch would not wear a helmet (you can't force him to) que windswept hair

-Not as much as starscreams, for obvious reasons but yk

-prowl is like one of those "shoes are a prison for your feet"

-emo hipster

-has a pet cactus named "planty"

-bumblebee heckles him for it

-can and has brought his cactus with him on early evening motorcycle rides

-the helmet is reserved for his cactus, bring your own >:(

-salad consumer

-him and jazz share custody of the cactus

-repeat victim of the cat distribution system

-ratchet has probably spent hours telling him they can't keep any animals at base

-frequent midnight picnics with jazz

-and beachcombing

-and roaming around antique stores cuz jazz wants to know what vinyl records are

-got a mug with an attempted pink chibi cat with big round shiny eyes painted onto it, courtesy of bulkhead trying to find an artsyle

-cherishes this mug to death

-has a shrine dedicated to it

[weirdlookingsnakewithlegs]

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe being sparklings during the war? Funny af

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe being sparklings during the war and getting snatched up by Autbots? Not so funny

The only way I can think of it happening is maybe one of the trine taking the two out on a scouting mission where they end up getting shot down and taken into Autobot custody. Of course, which ever seeker was shot down is definitely much more worried about the sparklings in their cockpit than being apprehended by the opposing faction.

For humor purposes I say it was Skywarp.

Now, Skywarp is definitely the type of mech that likes to lash out not just physically but with his EM field as well, but he can’t do that with the sparklings because they’re really sensitive to that sort of stuff. So, the Autobots are thinking something is wrong because Skywarp has never held back is EM field and he’s being more reserved, not lashing out physically but he’s still making snide comments and insulting every Autobot within radius.

It’s probably just when they get to the Autobots base that Sideswipe and Sunstreaker start making noise because they love being convenient. It starts with soft chirps, barely noticeable to anyone but Skywarp and unfortunately he’s cuffed, tending to two sparklings while cuffed in an extremely difficult task. He can only hope they stay quiet.

And then Sideswipe starts shrieking and suddenly all optics are on him. I think Skywarp could only really give a nervous smile and take a step back before somebot like Prowl is up in his face and questioning what that noise is.

Eventually, after way too much verbal bullying, Skywarp is forced to open his cockpit and he has to scramble because both of them are immediately attempting to escape.

Now that Sideswipe and Sunstreaker are out in the open it’s pretty clear of what they are, hell their frames are probably just now gaining color at this point.

Red Alert is around I just know he’s accusing him of stealing the little ones because and I quote, “They look nothing like you.”

“They take after their sire.”

“They aren’t seekers.”

“Their sire was a race alt?” Truth is Starscream never told them.

“Who’s the creator?”

“Starscream.”

Immediate silence and Skywarp realizes that maybe he should have claimed the little scraplets but the problem with that is that these two are very sure of who their creator is and would never play along with that idea. Plus that would just confuse them and the last thing he wants is a lecture from Starscream but at this point it may be too late.

The two sparklings, now settled on the ground and hiding behind Skywarp’s legs, are not having it. Their little optics are glaring at every Autobot in vicinity and Sideswipe is even flaring his very unformed door wings at the nearest one.

The group at the moment probably consists of Prowl, Red Alert, and Jazz but now that sparklings of all things were involved, Ratchet and Optimus were sure to be offered a spot in the ring of fools.

Skywarp is immediately shoved(he’s being dramatic) towards the medbay, sparklings hot on his thrusters. Sunstreaker doesn’t bother with the chase, doing his usual cling onto Skywarp’s leg which makes the seeker more hobble than walk. Yet, the moment they reach the medbay, all civil nature is out the door.

One thing Skywarp hates more than Autobots? Medics. And what’s worse than that? An Autobot Medic.

Immediately the seeker’s wings are hiked up the moment he’s on the medberth, positioned to a point they show off any injury sustained from being shot down but also to the point it puts strain on his hinges. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe probably try to copy him only to whine when they feel how uncomfortable it is because ow.

Now, Ratchet is… somewhat civil, and by somewhat I mean he’s actively yelling and waving a wrench at whoever thought it would be a great idea to shoot down one of the Elite Trine especially while he was carrying sparklings. The answers he gets are not satisfactory and both Prowl and Red Alert are chased out, Jazz leaves before things even got bad.

Now, mind you, it’s only Skywarp, the sparklings, Ratchet, and Optimus fragging Prime in the med bay. Skywarp is trembling like a leaf and Ratchet hasn’t even addressed him yet. The sparklings are just as frightened by Skywarp’s reaction and have probably cuddled up tightly against the seeker’s cockpit, though they refuse to go back in.

Eventually a very long conversation is had and Optimus ends up being forced to call the Decepticons to tell them that their missing sparklings were ready to be retrieved. He doesn’t expect to see Megatron cowering when the call is accepted, he also doesn’t expect the amount of screeching in the background.

“Prime.”

At least Megatron still has the class to pretend he’s not terrified out of his processor.

“TELL PRIME I’LL DEACTIVATE HIM”

“Starscream wishes to tell you-“

“I heard… I have called to inform you that we will be handing the sparklings over, along with Skywarp.”

“We will be there to pick them up.” Megatron just barely dodges something being thrown at him, “Starscream is already leaving.” He adds and the call flickers out.

[in1-nutshell]

Hello again, can I please request more dinobot Buddy and Bumblebee?

Thank you so much! :D

She now has a name! You can check her name out in the Canon name list and learn her fun fact!

Hope you enjoy!

Nova: Slice of Life

SFW, Platonic, Hinted Romance, Slight Familial, Cybertronian reader

G1

Nova was out on a solo patrol.

She was near the edge of the desert when she spotted a mother duck and her ducklings.

Curiously the dinobot walked closer to the group.

The duck looked tired and her babies even more, barely keeping up on foot.

Nova remembered that ducks needed to be somewhere near a pond from the last museum trip she took with Chip.

These ducks were nowhere near any water.

She was going to fix that!

Nova carefully getting even closer to the group. The mother duck quacks in panic as her duckling gets closer. Nova: “No hurt. Nova help.” She gently nudges the ducks in the opposite direction. Nova: “Here, this way. This way.” The ducks look at the dinobot curiously. Slowly the mother duck begins to follow the larger bot with her babies in tow. Nova puffs her chassis a bit and wags her tail a bit. Chip, Bumblebee, Optimus and Grimlock would be so proud of her! Meanwhile back at the base… Ratchet finishes the last dent on Grimlock’s armor. Ratchet: “And that should do it Grimlock. Your free to go.” The dinobot didn’t move and had a concentrated look on his face. Never a good sign. Ratchet: “Grimlock, what’s wrong?” Grimlock: “Nova not back yet.” Ratchet raises an optic. Ratchet: “Not back yet?” Wheeljack walks into the room. Wheeljack: “Who’s not back yet?” Grimlock: “Nova not back from patrol.” Wheeljack looks confused but shrugs it off. Wheeljack: “Maybe she’s taking the longer route today.” Grimlock doesn’t look convinced and leaves the med bay.

The leader of the dinobots started pacing around the Arc after the comment.

Slowly the other dinobots started getting restless as well.

Snarl already suggested looking for her, but Grimlock didn’t want to.

Not yet at least.

He trusted his teammates.

Especially his scout.

There were things that Nova did that he questioned, but at the end of the day, she always pulled through.

If Nova decided to take the longer route, then that was okay.

… but it didn’t hurt to call either…

What was really bothering him was that she hadn’t called since early in the morning.

The scout always called in at random times in the day.

Today there was none.

Grimlock is pacing in front of Prowl, Jazz, Optimus and Teletran 1. Prowl: “Grimlock you are going to break something if you continue with your pacing.” The dinobot just grumbles looking at the clock. If only he could read the time. Jazz: “Relax Grimlock. I’m sure ol’ Nova is probably hanging out with Bumblebee and lost track of time.” Grimlock paused. He hadn’t thought of that… Optimus: “Jazz is right Grimlock, she has lost track of time when she is with Bumblebee.” Bumblebee walks in the room with a worried look on his face. Bumblebee: “Has anyone seen Nova today? I haven’t seen her since this morning, and she is usually back by this time.” Grimlock, Optimus, Prowl and Jazz: “…” The Autobtos looked at the stress dinobot. Jazz: “I’ll go get the search—” Prowl: “Search party on, absolutely.”

Meanwhile with Nova…

Nova was still walking the ducks when a snake suddenly appeared from the back of one of the ducklings.

Before the mother duck reacted, Nova slammed her tail in between the snake and duckling, scaring the snake away.

The duckling started quaking and nuzzled to her side.

Her spark melted a bit at the fuzzy little creature quacking.

Then the other ducks started climbing her tail.

The dinobot stayed as still as she could.

The mother duck flew up to her ducklings and nestled on her bac struts as her babies climbed on their mother’s back.

The mother duck quacked at her.

Nova took this as the sign to continue.

Carefully Nova continued her way with the ducks on her back.

Back at the Arc… Optimus is trying to calm Grimlock down. Optimus: “Grimlock we don’t know if the Decepticon’s have her—” Grimlock: “It only exp… expla…” Wheeljack: “Explanation?” Grimlock: “Why Novy not here!” Optimus: “We already have a search party out looking for her. Did you already try calling her?” Grimlock: “Yes! Me Grimlock need to go outside!” Perceptor: “Grimlock, the last thing we need is you and the other dinobots on a rampage trying to find her. Let us try and find her." Grimlock snarls at the microscope before turning to the Prime. Grimlock: “Nova. My teammate. My responsibility.” Sideswipe whispering: “I didn’t know he knew that word.” Sunstreaker whispering back after seeing the glares from Snarl and Sludge: “Shut it Sides.” Optimus places a servo on Grimlock’s tense shoulder. Optimus: “And she is my responsibility as well. Right now, we don’t know where Nova is and if something has happened, we need to be smart about this. We can’t rush in; it could risk harming her.” Grimlock tenses a bit before loosening up a bit. Grimlock: “… If no one find Nova in hour, Dinobots take control.” Optimus nods as the two leaders wait patiently for any sign of the lost dinobot.

Meanwhile with Nova…

There was a good explanation to why Nova wasn’t answering.

Mama duck was sitting on the part on Nova’s back that received signals.

That and the number of feathers jammed into her sides and joints didn’t help either.

After another hour, the dinobot had finally managed to reach the destination.

It was a quiet pond in the woods that lead into a slightly marshy area.

Beachcomber had shown her this place one time.

It was the perfect place for the ducks.

Seeing the duck’s not wanting to get off her back, Nova decided to carefully wade into the water

Slowly the ducklings and the mother duck hopped off and began splashing in the water.

Nova smiled at this.

A job well—hold on.

The mother duck once again flew up to her helm and sat on it.

The dinobot could hear the duck quietly quack.

A little nap wouldn’t hurt.

Nova stayed near the muddy shore for about 2 hours.

Enough time for the ducklings and mama duck to try and make a nest for her.

It took another hour to try and leave the pond because the mother duck did not want her to leave.

At all.

Eventually she did manage to leave but promised the duck that she would visit the next day.

She didn’t know if the duck understood.

The dinobot began to run back to the Arc.

Nova could feel the mud start to harden a bit.

She arrives at the base just as the sun was setting.

The dirty dinobot was greeted with an empty base.

She quietly chirped a bit.

Nothing.

Nova sits down and tries to reach for a twig in her joints. Nova’s tail starts thumping at the sight of a familiar yellow minibot. Bumblebee had just arrived to take a break from looking for Nova when he stopped in his tracks. Never had he thought seeing a muddy, dusty dinobot would bring him so much joy. Bumblebee runs and launches on her and hugs her tightly. Nova feels her entire frame on fire but smiles and curls her tail around the minibot. Bumblebee: “Oh thank Primus you’re okay!” Slowly more bots start filling in and then start sprinting to her. Everyone asked so many questions it gave her a helmache. She decided to focus on Bumblebee’s arms still wound around her neck and gently nuzzled closer to his chassis. Ratchet and Wheeljack look over her. Wheeljack pulling twigs: “What is—” Ratchet pulling out a servo full of feathers: “All of this?!” Nova was about to respond when the floor began to tremble. Bumblebee quickly got out of Nova’s hug, causing her to quietly whine. Grimlock and the other dinobots suddenly stop in front of the group. Nova waves: “Hello—” Dinobots: “NOVA!” All the dinobot’s minus Grimlock immediately swarmed her asking a million more questions and trying to rid of the mud on her armor. Grimlock: “Enough!” The dinobots stop and slowly back away from Nova. Grimlock’s little arms were crossed. He looked angry and disappointed, but his optics said the opposite. Grimlock: “Nova have a lot to say.”

Nova just nods before opening her subspace and pulling a shiny rock and a feather.

She passes the feather to Bumblebee and gives the shiny rock in Grimlock’s servos.

Grimlock sighs tiredly.

Explanations could wait, he needed a nap.

He opens his jaw and gently clamps down on her back, lifting her up from the ground and walking to the dinobot quarters.

The other dinobots follow suit.

Nova just waves at the other Autobots with her tail as soon as the doors close.

She couldn’t wait to introduce her team to the mother duck and her babies tomorrow!

[awesome-normal-heroes]

What if Starscream was competent when he later left the Decepticons?

*Armada Starscream basically pulls a Dinobot and leaves the Decepticons for the Autobots (and Alexis) as fast as possible...

*Animated Starscream still plants the bomb on Megatron that helps the Autobots win the battle, but Starscream is actually a surprisingly competent leader and helps the Decepticons conquer many worlds with Autobot Colonies.

When the Allspark eventually reactivates on Earth years later, Starscream brings Blitzwing, Lugnut and Blackarachnia with him to hunt it down; as a result Starscream doesn't confess to placing the bomb on Megatron.

Starscream kinda becomes the Main Villain of Season 1, while Megatron's head still works on trying to restore his body.

Starscream is also Bumblebee's nemesis.

When Megatron's head created Soundwave then Soundwave gets defeated by Bumblebee and Bulkhead, Soundwave finds and joins the Decepticons.

Despite Starscream not confessing, Megatron still had a feeling that Starscream still had something to do with his defeat... So, after Megatron's body was restored, he gives Soundwave permission to destroy Starscream, if he believes the commander is being traitorous.

Starscream find an Allspark Shard and places it on his head to create his clones, insisting to Megatron and Soundwave that they're to help the Decepticons.

Starscream hunts for the Allspark Shards like Megatron and Optimus do, but secrets keeps a few for himself.

He wants to use them against Megatron.

In the Season 2 Finale, Starscream's clones attack Soundwave, Blitzwing, Lugnut and Blackarachnia, while Starscream tries destroying Megatron.

The Decepticons get sucked through the spacebridge except for Srarscream, his clones, Soundwave and Blackarachnia.

Soundwave tries to somehow get Megatron back to Earth, while Starscream hunts for more Allspark Shards.

When the Autobots later get mind controlled by Soundwave, Sari and her father are forced to team up with Starscream and his clones.

Shortly after the team-up with Starscream and Sari, Slipstream (Starscream's female clone) stole almost all of the Autobots' Allspark Shards.

However, the Autobots managed to steal them all back before the finale.

Meanwhile, Blackarachnia focuses on her techno-organic science experiments.

In the Season 3 Finale, Starscream watches the final battle between Optimus and Megatron, deciding to attack whoever the victor is, after the battle weakened them.

Starscream loses his forehead shard to Prowl and Jazz, thus he and his clones are forced to escape.

But Starscream was smart enough to keep an Allspark Shard hidden in his jet seat and Starscream plans on using it to create a new kingdom for himself.

Starscream with his clones, Blackarachnia with her techno-organic creations and Soundwave all escape being captured by the Autobots in the end.

*Prime Starscream still destroys Cliffjumper, Megatron still ends up in a coma and everything stays the same until Megatron wakes up.

After getting beaten up by Megatron again (despite taking care of Megatron's army for years alone, without the Autobots detecting them), Starscream decides that he might have leave the Decepticons soon before Megatron decides to destroy him.

Starscream stopped caring about the war and only cares about his own survival now; Starscream goes on solo missions to get extra energon for himselg and hides it in a place that not even Megatron or Soundwave could find it; Starscream also creates a remote that makes groundbridges anywhere he wants.

Starscream is also trying to find a way to destroy dark energon, to weaken Megatron (so he keeps a few shards with him, but he never uses it on himself).

Later Megatron finds out from Soundwave about Starscream hunting/stealing energon from caves for himself and tries to attack Starscream for it, but then Megatron sees the Autobots and attacks them.

Starscream escapes Megatron then finds Bulkhead (forced to hold on to a boulder) with Miko... Starscream is willing to make a deal with the Autobot; if Starscream gets Miko safely out of the caves, then Bulkhead owes Starscream a favor in the future.

And the favor could be energon or medical supplies or even important information.

At first Bulkhead refuses, but when Starscream points out that Miko is losing oxygen and the other Autobots might not make it in time... Bulkhead reluctantly says yes and promises to help Starscream (which the commander had recorded).

Starscream takes Miko out of the caves and places her in a tree, where Arcee then finds her.

Starscream is amused that Airachnid thinks that she can handle being Megatron's second in command and isn't bothered when she wants the job.

When Starscream leaves the Decepticons, he tells the Autobot about Bulkhead's favor; Starscream wants protection from the Decepticons, in exchange for saving Miko.

The Autobots take him as a prisoner (since he can't be trusted), but they treat him decently (except maybe Ratchet) and Starscream NEVER tells them about who truly destroyed Cliffjumper.

Starscream stays as their prisoner until the events of the Autobots trying to restore Optimus Prime's memory, with everyone distracted, Starscream escaped his cell and took half their energon to his special hiding place.

Starscream never loses his t-cog and he never makes the clones.

Starscream saves Arcee from Airachnid and he says he did it, so Arcee would have to spare his own life someday, since she has Autobot honor.

Eventually, Arcee learns from either Knockout or Breakdown or Soundwave that Starscream destroyed Cliffjumper... but she's forced to spare his life, since he saved her life as well as Miko's life and he could help her rescue Jack from the Decepticons.

Starscream gets captured by Soundwave in Season 3, with Ratchet.

They both kinda bond over how much they both hate Megatron.

Starscream then helps defeat Soundwave during the final battle.

When Megatron is finally defeated, Starscream escapes while everyone is still distracted.

Starscream makes a hidden life on Earth, since he isn't welcome on Cybertron anymore and the Autobots still want to imprison him.

[anon-e-miss]

Reformation - 12

“Ah,” Barricade moaned in his recharge. Prowl squeezed his servo. It had been an orn since Ricochet had flown him to Iacon and Prowl had not left his cousin’s side, apart from joors long surgeries.

Ratchet had not been able to make any repairs yet, beyond patching leaks. Until Barricade had beaten the infection, repairs were impossible. The surgeries so far had been to control leaks and to remove or to debride wounds. Though Ratchet had been cautious to avoid giving Prowl too much hope for Barricade’s recovering, he had seemed more hopeful during his last exams. The fever had finally started dropping late the last dark-cycle. This light-cycle, it had finally broken. So long as Barricade’s spark remained strong, the first repairs were set for the next mega-cycle. Time would only tell if his frame would accept the repairs. If the infections were not completely resolved, the repairs might reject and the infections might spread frame wide.

“Mm,” Barricade’s optics flickered and Prowl covered his cousins servo with both of his.

“I am here,” Prowl told him. “You are safe.”

“Prowl,” Barricade groaned. “Lockdown...”

“Jazz will attend to Lockdown,” Prowl assured him.

“He wants you,” Barricade moaned. “He wanted to make you watch.”

“I am safe, Barricade,” Prowl said. “We are in the medbay on the Autobot base. Lockdown is no match for Ratchet, Ironhide or Prime.”

“Nightstalker...” Barricade hissed.

“Is dead,” Prowl said. “They were saying it was you.”

“It was,” Barricade replied. “He ambushed me with Lockdown. I think he was the one that paid Lockdown to botnap you.”

“That... fits,” Prowl blanched, remembering Nightstalker covering him when that heat had crept up on him. Thank Primus he had not kindled in that heat.

“Lockdown...” Barricade groaned.

“Ricochet put a tracker on the Death’s Head before he got you to safety,” Prowl assured him. “He and Jazz are hunting him now. He will not escape. There is nowhere in the universe he can hide.”

“Won’t hide,” Barricade said. “He wants you. He’ll kill your bitties.”

“He will not get the opportunity.”

Prowl never left the medbay. Like Ricochet had given him a holster to magnetize to his leg. He did not need to reach into his subspace for a weapon, it was always at servo. If Lockdown got this far, Prowl was Barricade’s last line of defence, and he would not let his cousin down. Ricochet had told him what Barricade had said before he had lost consciousness and Prowl knew without a doubt Barricade had goaded Lockdown, encouraging the torture in order to distract Lockdown from search of him. Barricade had sacrificed so much for Prowl’s sake and Prowl wished he had not. He wished Barricade had stayed in Iacon, out of Nightstalker’s and Lockdown’s reach. He even wished he had begged, if that might have convinced Lockdown to leave him alone. It might not have but could it have been worse than it had been?

“How is he?” Punch joined him.

“Resting,” Prowl replied. “Ratchet performed the first grafts. It will be quartexes before we know if Barricade will have any kind of normal function.”

“He’ll be fine,” Punch told him. “He’s a strong mech. He’ll adapt how he gotta, if he gotta. Ratchet’s the best, o’ the best ‘n he’s got more experience fixing Omega ‘n Beta victims o’ Alpha abuse. I hate to think it, but he’s seen scrap, maybe not quite like this, but close enough ‘n horrible all the same.”

“I have not heard anything for Jazz,” Prowl worried out loud.

“He’s fine,” Punch assured him. “Both o’em are. They’ll be in touch when they’ve taken his helm.”

“I am glad to have you here,” Prowl told him. “I wish I just... knew. I cannot stand I have that mech’s mark on me.”

“Even if ya don’t got Jazz’s bite on ya, yer mated in the only way that counts,” Punch told him. “Yer mates o’ the spark.”

***

Lockdown did not take kindly to Ricochet stealing his prize. Rage made him more reckless than normal and they took advantage. While Lockdown was distracted in the drug den, Jazz sabotaged the Death’s Head fuel tanks. If the bounty hunter escaped them on the ground, when he turned on the engines, the fuel tanks would blow. It would have been easy enough to leave it at that, and left the explosion do him in but Lockdown did not deserve an easy death. He might have left it to his twin, he had a good claim for Lockdown’s helm but Ricochet could not just stand back and watch. What he had seen, what he had felt when he had explored Barricade’s mutilated array to try and find the source of the major leak that had been threatening to cause him to bleed out, Ricochet needed to make Lockdown hurt. He needed to make him feel humiliation and shame.

The bounty hunter had raped the Beta so violently that he had effectively destroyed both his valve casing and aft tubing and further ruptured his waste and fuel systems. Ricochet did not know if he had caused him some permanent loss of function by cauterizing the leaks he had found but if he had not cauterized them, Barricade would have bled out. If he Beta needed to vent on him for his choices later, Ricochet could accept that. The mech had the right to be angry about what had been done to him. There was no question in Ricochet’s processor that he would survive, though he had never seen Ratchet go paler when he saw a patient, Barricade had been strong enough to challenge Lockdown and to keep challenging him to protect his gravid cousin. He would be strong enough to survive to be gifted with a trophy.

“Did he always hit Syk this hard?” Ricochet asked.

“He was a casual user,” Jazz replied. “Probably got hooked on scrap in Garrus-9. Even thought they’re in solitary, they weld Alpha’s panels shut so they can’t even jack-off.”

“Shoulda gelded’m for what he did to Prowl,” Ricochet said.

“Agreed,” Jazz said. “Didn’t even charge’m for it. Too afraid to let it get out it could happen to one o’ theirs? Don’t make sense to me. I wouldn’t let it slide if it happened to one o’ my ops.”

“Even the Cons don’t do it,” Ricochet said.

“Right?” Jazz replied. “Probably afraid we’d do it back.”

“He’s comin’ out,” Ricochet said.

“Go Hound, lure’m o’er,” Jazz ordered.

They watched a hologram materialize. It was identical to Barricade. Hidden by the hologram, Hound moved towards the alley, mimicking a heavy limp. Lockdown made a guttural sound that echoed down the empty street. Both Ricochet and Jazz were ready. Hound was just a few steps ahead of the hologram he had deployed. If Lockdown got within a breath of reaching him, he would be shot where he stood. Jazz was constantly doing the math in his helm. Vengeance, for anyone, was not enough for him to risk his friend and subordinate. What was important, to all of them, was that Lockdown died this dark-cycle. There would be no trial, Spec Ops did not work that way, not for a monster like Lockdown. If they ever got their servos on Vortex, there would be no trial, no prisoner exchange, for him either. Lockdown followed the hologram into the alley. He screeched as the snare, triggered by his heavy ped, swallowed him up. The hologram vanished and Hound, a Beta, gave him a smirk. Ricochet and Jazz walked over and shared a look. They had caught him with his spike hanging out, his knot already about to pop. Jazz gave Ricochet a knife.

“Barricade said he’d cut yer spike of,” Ricochet told him as he knelt next to the bounty hunter. He wrench Lockdown’s spike out of the netting and held the borrowed blade to it. “Ya weren’t mech enough to face ‘m fair.”

Lockdown screamed as Ricochet severed his spike at the base. Hound stood in the entrance of alley, hologram deployed, showing just an empty, dirty alley. It was a rough part of town, no one came to the wretched scream, no one wanted to be the next victim. Lockdown shrieked curses. Jazz seized his jaw and cut out his glossa. The glyphs he had used against Prowl had wounded him. He would not speak again. They did not have time to clinger on vengeance, unfortunately. Jazz carved a knife through his abdominal plating and ripped out his internals, showing them to Lockdown. Ricochet watched his twin lean in close, glaring into the dying Alpha’s optics.

“I always knew ya was gutless.”

[artsy-hobbitses]

Is there a pet squad? It seems like every time I see something new about a character, it that they end up with a pet. So like the pet avengers or dc superpers version in ties that bind au a possible thing? Also who on both sides has a pet?

I DID NOT INTEND MOST OF THEM but animals just. Happen to some of these folks XDXD

Lesse...

AUTOBOTS:

Esmeralda the cat (Prowl and Jazz) - Jazz brought her back during one of his missions, Prowl basically became the dad who's like "I don't want pet" and a month later has her riding on his shoulders.

Dakshi the ovcharka (Kup) - Big dumb, big fun and big monstrous when you get him in the mood. Usually found roughousing with the Wreckers.

Molly the cattle dog (Ironhide) - Little dynamo of a dog, absolutely bouncing off the walls since she has no cattle to HERD NOW so she herds people instead.

Dunedan the Irish Setter (Mirage) - An old gentleman like his owner and Mirage's sightdog during hunts.

Avalon's Renaissance the horse (Mirage) - A riding horse who has seen better days and now enjoys leisurely canters with her master through the woods of Alpha Trion's estate.

Bigwig the rabbit (Bumblebee) - Is a gift to Bee from Optimus! Is also a right bastard to anyone not Bee, Bee's friends or OP.

An assortment of medical leeches (Ratchet) Many are named, mostly off famous vampires, and they live in a tempest prognosticator he had specially made for them.

A flock of pigeons (Optimus Prime) All are named and wear tags. OP doesn't have a favorite, and refers to them as his Mantiq Altair.

A murder of crows (Drift) They are not individually named, since Drift doesn't really consider them pets in a traditional sense, he simply feeds them and they see him as a human friend and bring him little gifts as such. However, he does refer to them affectionately as "The Crass Ones", because Sludge once asked him what these birds are called (he has some speech issues from the experimentation done on him and is working on remembering names of things around him) and while Drift told Sludge they were crows, he also told Sludge they were known as 'Karasu' in his language. Sludge misconstrued it as 'crass', became distressed and gently asked them to be kind to the nice man feeding them, and Drift found that so sweet/funny that the name stuck.

Tabiba the dove (First Aid) - A gift for First Aid from her uncle, Hotspot, when she graduated medical school.

Serpico the German Shepherd (Nightbeat) - Was the K9 Nightbeat worked most often with while he was a cop, and when he left to go underground/work from the shadows, he 'liberated' Serpico and Serpico chose to go with him rather than stay at the precinct. Is Nightbeat's scenthound and 'bodyguard' during stakeouts.

Lelaps and Boudicca the Maned-subtype Turbofoxes (Alpha Trion) - These were former sentry hounds of the Quintessons and were freed/reprogrammed by the Primes to help them instead.

DECEPTICONS

Old Fella the Pit Bull (Barricade) - Was rescued from an illegal fighting pit, and has long passed his best days. Was intended to be rehomed, but Barricade grew too attached to him, and with Megatron's blessings, decided to keep him instead.

Najmina the falcon (Skywarp) - Skywarp's pride and joy, and his scout during recon missions.

Buster the Jack Russell (Thundercracker) Your standard Jack Russell Terrorist so named because she would bust everyone's balls (her original name was 'Ballbuster') at Marissa Fairborne's base. With Marissa's encouragement, was adopted by Thundercracker who was feeling lost after leaving the Decepticons and needed an 'anchor'/something to care for while he figured out a new purpose in life.

Mollica the British Shorthair cat (Nickel) - One of those "there is a cat in my house, I do not own a cat" situations. This thing just sauntered into the DJD's quarters, almost slapped Tarn's mask off when he grabbed her and Nickel immediately fell in love and insisted on keeping her if only for her audacity. Her being around Tarn has not endeared him to her one bit

Graymalkin the Sphynx cat (Starscream) - Post war, adopted by Starscream as a companion.

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Can the tfa bots and elite guard react to Optimus and sentinel sparkling beans becoming best friends and Optimus and sentinel force to do play dates for their sparklings

-Optimus is happy that his kid is making friends and he's got nothing against the other sparkling personally. It's just that... it's so, so awkward to hang out with Sentinel while the two sparklings are playing. At first, he tries to keep a civil conversation but it always devolves into bickering and snide remarks. So Optimus decides to just ignore Sentinel instead, settling for watching the sparklings play instead. It's still awkward, the tense silence between them, the words left unsaid and the stolen glances at one another. But as long as his sparkling is happy then Optimus will bear with it. Even if he so badly wants to punch Sentinel in his stupid chin at times. No, Optimus, think of the children, you can scream into the void later.

-Does Ratchet feel sympathy for Optimus? Yes. But does he also think it's funny? Yes. The universe sure does have an ironic sense of humor sometimes. He's also happy to see that for once, Sentinel can put his own feelings and massive ego aside for the sake of someone else.

-Bumblebee may or may not burst out cackling when he first sees the two sparkling happily play together. Then he sees the morose expressions of both Sentinel and Optimus and he laughs even harder. He loves watching the sparklings play and 100% encourages them to hang out as often as possible. Also encourages them to play in the dirt so that Sentinel has to clean his kid later.

-Oh, Bulkhead thinks that it's just delightful that the sparklings don't yield to the tense situation between their respective parents influence their friendship. Encourages them to be nice to one another and happily lends them his paint and art supplies in case they want to draw.

-Prowl finds it amusing that amusing that despite all odds, these sparklings are just the best of friends. He privately talks to Optimus and tells him that despite his relationship with Sentinel, he is a good parent for allowing his sparkling to make friends on their own.

-It's a good thing for autobots to be close and trust one another, that's what Ultra Magnus thinks. Yes, the sparklings are still young and have yet to officially join the autobot ranks but as the respective offspring to two autobots (one being an Elite Guard) it's all but a certainty that they will one day join the cause. So it's good that they get along. He commends both Sentinel and Optimus for their parenting.

-Sentinel... Sentinel is not happy. Look, he loves his kid. Adores them! That's his little champ, Sentinel Jr.! Of course they're popular and making friends! But... why, of all sparklings, why did it have to be Optimus' kid? He won't actively discourage his sparkling from playing with them but he will try to nudge them towards other kids. You know, someone they have more in common with! Please? No? Fine. Go hang out with, ugh, Optimus' kid. Yes, yes, have fun. Yes, he loves you too. Now go play while Creator, uuuugh, stays with Mr. Optimus. Why is parenting so hard?

-Jazz thinks it must have been fate for these kids to be friends. They just get along so well, complete each other, really. To have found and befriended one another, despite Optimus' and Sentinel's history, yeah, that's one hell of a friendship. Jazz just knows that these two fill be pals for the rest of life.

-Honestly, Jetfire and Jetstorm just thinks it's funny. Look at Optimus' and Sentinel's faces! So funny! And they both have to act nice when their kids are there so the Jettwins can goof off as well, which is just an added plus. They like to play with the sparklings, encouraging them to act silly together.

[tripleglitchwriting]

Kinesthesis (Part 1)

Set in the same universe as Ignition and Combustion!

Part 2

I am working if requests I promise I just wanted to write something else along with them.

Synopsis: As the Arc crashes down to Earth, Jazz and Prowl are left without escape pods. Stranded on an unknown planet and gravely injured, the two seem lost… if it weren’t for a curious mechanic going to see what all the smoke coming from the sky was.

Warnings: Robogore I guess? Not too descriptive yet.

When the ship was hit, Jazz and Prowl were already on deck and preparing a counterattack. They’d tried everything to cloak the ship from the Decepticons, but unfortunately they failed. One good shot to the Arcs main thrusters and it was starting to look like game over. Luckily that desperate shot gave Prowl a great opportunity to strike back. He landed a near perfect hit on the Nemesis before Optimus ordered a retreat.

Most of the crew were heading toward the escape pods per protocol, which was just fine by Prowl, but the damage to the Arc was severe. Severe enough that without somebody staying behind to keep it flying for a little longer, nobody would make it out with their sparks intact. Now, Prowl was never one to go against orders, especially not from Optimus, but there were little other options he had. As third in command it was his obligation to do everything in his power to save the lives of his crew.

Jazz knew that too. He just wasn’t a hardass.

“Heya Prowler, got cherself in a tangle here, eh?”

“This is not the time for jokes!” He snapped.

“Hey, hey, no joking here. I know what you’re tryin’ to do. And I’m gonna help ya.”

“No, I can keep the Arc up for long enough-”

“Cool it hothead, I’m second in command, remember? You take orders for me. And I say I’m helpin’”

“What about Optim-“

“He’s helpin’ the rest escape. I’m sure he plans to do this himself if we don’t take the wheel.” The ship trembled around them. “I’ll take the thrusters, you protect the pods.”

Prowl mumbled something under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Please stop cutting me off.” With that the Arc began its final decent. From the windows Prowl watched as escape pods flew out of the ship one by one. He did everything he could to prevent his friends from being turned into scrap midair. In seconds the number of pods still in danger trickled out. Warning signs flashed on every screen in the room, but neither paid much mind. As long as their cause continued, dying here wasn’t so bad, right?

Fate had other plans, though.

As the thrusters finally lost power and the ship began to rapidly descend to the planet below, Prowl and Jazz watched as each system went down one by one. Life support: offline, shields: offline, warp core: offline, escape pods… offline. They could only hope the rest made it out okay.

The fact a stray shot from what they assumed to be the Nemesis was hurtling towards them wasn’t really ideal. Neither bot had the time to react before the entire room was engulfed in flame. The windows shattered from the force, sending everything inside out into the atmosphere, including Prowl and Jazz.

——————————

The Arc was gone. Gone as in nobody knew where it was at least, which might as well be nowhere at all considering this planet was entirely alien. Actually, where was this planet? Where were they? Wait… who’s they? What’s a planet…? Wait, no, wait- what?

Jazz was running dangerously low on energon. And his left arm, apparently. That was definitely gone. His optics were offline for the time being, as were most of his senses. Luckily that included pain! Unluckily, he could be literally anywhere right now. And so could the rest of the crew…. and Prowl.

Prowl landed hard upon a canopy of trees that immediately gave under his weight. He couldn’t hear much outside of the ringing in his audials. Maybe that was lucky, maybe he wasn’t actually falling through trees on a faraway planet. Maybe he was getting chewed out by Jazz for being stupid, or tuning out Swerve for being Swerve.

…Deep down he knew that was wrong. He should be dead. Maybe he was. Maybe death was better than whatever going on now.

No. No, that was the cowards way out. Get up, Prowl, open your optics. One step at a time. You’re a soldier, you’re a commander. This is no time to be sitting around and- HACK — his body lurched as he spit up energon.

Alright, ok, slower then.

He could feel his entire frame creak. Slowly his optics sparked to life. The world was dim and glitchy. Objects around him moved in ways nothing should ever move. He wished Ratchet were there. He wished anyone were there. Wasn’t there somebody else that was supposed to be there?

“Prowler?” A weak but familiar voice sounded from somewhere far, far away. Or was it very close? It was hard to tell. “P- Prowler, my optics- are you there?”

“Jazz…” He replied almost unconsciously. “A- a- affirmative.” Most of his professor was screaming system failure, warning him of what he already suspected. He couldn’t see Jazz, not in his immediate line of sight, but knowing he was there was comforting. Knowing he was there for the end.

“W- we need h- help, com’on, we n- nee-”

“It’s o- okay. I- it’ll be okay, J- Jazz.” It wasn’t often Prowl was willing to talk so openly to others. Not about how he really felt at the moment. But who was around to witness this anyway? Who would be there to see his vulnerability? Rules, regulations, laws, sanctions, they didn’t matter anymore. His job was done now, right? He’d done well?

“B- big talk for a b- bot that soun’s l- like a g- g- glitch ‘ouse.”

“Haha. F- funny.”

“We must b- be in b- b- big trouble if t- the mighty Prowl is l- laughin’.”

Warning: System failure imminent

“W- we m- must be j- just f- fine if you c- can still crack j- jokes.”

Stasis mode will activate in 5…

“G- got me t- there, P- Prowl- ler.”

4…

“…W- who gave you p’mission to c- call me Pr- Prowler…”

3…

“A- ah, there’s t- the tightass I kn- know.”

2…

“Y- you’re r- really g- going to go out like t- th- this, J- Jazz?”

1…

“N- no b- better way, Prowl- Prowl- Prowler.”

Initiating stasis…

“Goodnight.”

“G- Goodnight…”

Procedure successful.

——————————————

Camping. Frankly, you hated it. It sucked! It all sucked. You’d much rather be back in the garage working on whatever project you had going on at the time. Cars were your specialty, though you chose to believe you could fix anything if enough effort was put into it. Unfortunately, out here in the middle of NOWHERE, you were out of luck when it came to machinery.

It was still bright out when you went to set up your tent. A beautiful, clear sky. You picked some random clearing near a small stream to lay your things down. While camping wasn’t your strong suit, building definitely was. That’s why you were even doing this in the first place- “no better teacher than experience”, your mother told you. You didn’t see what kind of mechanical experience you’d gain from this bullshit, but you also knew better than to question her.

Whether you wanted to be here or not, time still kept marching forward, and you wanted to save every bit of daylight you could before the forest got too dark to traverse. It took about an hour to get your campsite set up enough to be livable. You were expected to do much before time was up, but you had a couple days to complete that. Ugh, days. You had to spend days out here.

The sky darkened a little earlier than you expected. Sunset was in an hour, yet the perfect blue you’d been enjoying before was slowly being dimmed. When you looked up you saw black clouds. The kind that roll over the sky when a thunderstorm happens. The forecast didn’t call for rain, and even if it did it’s not like you weren’t prepared, but those were definitely no good omen.

A strange, low droning noise became more apparent the darker the sky got. You were trying to ignore it before, maybe the forest just made that sound sometimes. But no, when you looked up, you could make out something else strange.

Those clouds were coming from… nowhere, it seemed. Like two very very very tiny planes were producing enough smoke to cover the sun like a volcano.

Then it got weirder.

Strange little black things begun to jet out from thin air. They went in all different directions, some producing smoke themselves. You finally came to your senses when something up there definitely exploded. Whatever the hell was happening in the sky was not normal and you were not going to be in a random forest when the apocalypse or whatever came. More sounds crashed above, each getting louder by the second. While most of the black things were headed far from your location, you didn’t want to be there when one landed.

The campsite was left abandoned. Your legs felt like someone put them through a taffy puller. Your brain was so focused on getting back to civilization you didn’t notice the glaring issue right above your head.

Well, it was less glaring and more hurtling. Hurtling towards you. From the sky.

Needless to say, you were not very happy when the ground shook and a shockwave of dirt and ash blew past you. You were surprised there wasn’t a crater or a forest fire or something. No, instead there was… well you were too far to see, but it was strange. White metal, maybe.

A terrifying thought passed through your panic stricken head. Somebody could be over there. Maybe it was a plane crash, maybe people were dying, or- or worse! Whatever you were witnessing wasn’t normal, obviously, but hell if you were going to sit on your ass while (assumed) people were in danger.

You just hoped that instinct was right, because most of your other senses told you to hightail it out of there. Suddenly, camping didn’t sound too bad.

[what-have-i-unleashed]

in your eyes

let's go another mermaid-bunny installment! featuring dust watching killer sleep like a creep.

(cw: stalking behaviors, paranoia)

killer has to admit, the right-hand man to his new owner is kind of a creep.

the weird thing is that the guy often just ignores killer and pretends he isn't in the room with him at all. so killer does the same to him, no feelings harmed. but whenever killer feels a prick at his neck, he will turn to look just in time to see the usual dull white eyelights intensely focused on him for just a millisecond before they break away and look at something else.

killer knows a predator when he sees one.

but dust never acts upon his position over killer. he only watches from afar, as killer gets more acquainted with cross and horror, the other two under nightmare's employment. horror is a bit of a mean character, but cross balances that with a healthy dose of niceties that killer hasn't seen in a while. all in all, not too bad of an arrangement. anything would be better than the situation he had with chara.

that doesn't mean everything is nice and dandy, of course. the first thing killer took note of on his first night in the castle was that while they have their individual rooms, there are no locks. something about "we're all trusted comrades here, aren't we" and all that jazz - killer couldn't be bothered to pay attention to an obvious lie. so killer spent pretty much the first three days having what little shut-eye he could have against the door of his room, with his knife held tightly inside his jacket. on the second night, he could hear it - the light footsteps that stopped just outside of his room, the soft clacking of someone trying to twist the handle and open the door. killer was jolted awake immediately, but he stayed still, waiting for the maybe-intruder to force themself into his room. but they never did. instead, after a few attempts, they gave up and walked away. killer stayed wide awake for hours until the next day came, vigilantly guarding his door the whole time.

he didn't confront dust, nor does he have any intention of doing so just yet. but he's sure that there is no one else in this castle who can move as silently as dust does.

creep, the voice in his head, eerily similar to chara, scoffs. killer, sitting on the couch next to horror, looks up from his phone. there is dust again, coming down from the stairs. and their eyes meet for a second before dust angles his head and goes past the communal area, disappearing into the hallway.

"what's his problem?" killer asks aloud. horror pauses in his little wood carving project to look at him.

"just ignore him. he's like that all the time."

"what? being a weirdo?"

"like you have any place to say," horror mutters, back to his carving.

"funny. last i remember, i'm not the one prowling the halls at night like a glorified janitor."

"he does that," horror muses. "he doesn't sleep much. just don't get in his way during nights. you won't like the aftermath."

"heh," killer props his chin on his knees. "now i'm curious."

horror only gives him a side-eye. "seriously, don't provoke him."

"sure thing," killer smiles at his comrade. horror doesn't look like he believes him. truth to be told, killer doesn't either.

you're a dumbass for doing this, the chara-voice in his head bemoans. killer ignores it as always, snuggling into the surprisingly cozy blankets on his surprisingly comfortable bed. do you want to get killed by that insane murderer?

well, that's what he's trying to find out here. he can't figure out what dust wants with him, and the quicker he knows the better. lying down on the bed with one hand under the pillow where his trusty knife is, killer closes his eyes and slows his breathing. a trick he learns from his before-times. comes in handy whenever chara is around.

time trickles by as killer stays still in his bed. seconds stretch into minutes into hours. eventually killer hears it - the slow creak of a door opening and closing. he could hear the footsteps approaching him, just stopping at the foot of the bed. his hand tightens around the handle of the knife. there's no more sounds, not even the rustling of clothes. it sounds like dust is just standing there, watching him sleep. he could feel the eyelights burning into his form, like a colony of ants crawling onto his body. creepy, but not the worst thing to endure.

things get interesting when dust decides to move. but not towards killer. sounds like he's perusing killer's room, as if searching for something. killer wouldn't know - he doesn't have anything of importance in here except for his share of clothes and some trophies he stole from chara. killer listens to dust moving around his room and finally stopping right next to the bed, just behind killer's turned back. killer can't sense any intent, with his soul being like that and all, but he has a feeling dust wouldn't do anything further than watching him anyway. something pangs in his chest, a sensation he cannot pin down exactly. it's... uncomfortable.

he counts in his head how long dust stands there - about three hours and eleven minutes - before leaving. he waits for a few minutes before springing out of his bed to check around his room. he can't find any camera yet. his room looks unchanged as far as he knows. none of the clothes was taken away. his secret stash hasn't been discovered yet - the unfortunate finder will have their hand stuck in a bear trap already.

so all in all, killer still doesn't get why dust is stalking him. great.

maybe it's time to get proactive then.

[cozzzynook]

Someone kidnapping sparkling Hot Rod and Perceptor trying to get him back.

I made this story twice and it kept getting deleted. I really want to crash out honestly.

But this is my third and final attempt at making this so i’ll just say Hot rod is a bitty with a spark condition and he’s taken from Perceptor while the mech is recharging. Perceptor wakes up and wails in anguish going on a bot hunt for his bitty who was taken by a group of mechs who believe bots with a dysfunction, not capable of serving their species or forged from or could forge other bots in the future from tanks.

He finds the group that stole his bitty and offlines them in a carriers rage that leaves them in pieces with their sparks ripped up and some missing chunks from being bitten out.

Hot rod is no longer allowed to sleep in his special made sparkling pod that they stole him in. Instead he’s strapped to Perceptor twenty four seven with his spark wires hooked into his chest and being hefted around on Perceptors hip and back.

Hot rod is not allowed out of Perceptors sight for a very very long time. The wreckers, Optimus, Ratchet, Deadlock, Prowl and Jazz have to intervene and send him to counseling.

Both Hot rod and Perceptor were traumatized by the kidnapping along with every mech aboard the ark and the decepticon side.

Word spread quickly and war just wasn’t on the forefront of any bots mind since almost every bot on both sides had a sparkling or more to protect. War just kind of stops and both sides claim a side of the planet for themselves.

Perceptor eventually learns to let Hot rod stay with others.

He lets Optimus watch Hot rod who plays with Bee. Hot rod and Bee developed differently than most of the sparklings on board. Bee was born too small and unable to process minerals and the ability to naturally create nutrients while Hot rod’s spark was connected to a lot of wires that stabilized it and helped it developed a normal beat.

Perceptor felt most comfortable with Hot rod in Optimus care. His next choice was Deadlock and Ratchet which surprised a lot of bots except for those that knew the three. Deadlock did not play when it came to sparklings and he barely trusted a bot outside of Ratchet and Perceptor with his own bitty First aid. Hot rod enjoyed playing with sparkling sized fake medical tools that Ratchet made for First aid. Ratchet was the best medic cybertron had ever seen and he was perfect to make sure Hot rod was okay. It wasn’t a hard decision like Optimus wasn’t. It was just extremely hard being away from him.

The next bot he left Hot rod with was Kup who was a bit rusty but he did very well. He was an incredible grandsire to Hot rod and Perceptor was sure he was safe since Kup wouldn’t let Hot rod from his arms. He found the two napping together barricaded in Kups office and he just couldn’t be mad.

When it came to letting Jazz and Prowl sparkling sit Hot rod he was…ordered to in a way by Optimus who assured him the two would keep an optic on Hot rod as they did Bumblebee. That gave him great reassurance but he still worried every nano klik.

Jazz and Prowl had two sparklings going on three. Springer was another mechs sparkling but Jazz claimed him as his own as well. Springer was a huge sparkling, really huge. He was scared he’d crush or hurt Hot rod but was pleasantly surprised the bitty was even more careful around Hot rod than a sparkling should be. Bluestreak was a bitty like Hot rod but even he was careful. The three of them had fun playing together and Springer even managed to rest Hot rod against him when he sat up. It was both scary and extremely cute but Perceptor was more than happy to leave Hot rod with them.

His winning moment of loving Springer was when they were all sitting together in the common area talking while their bitties were playing. Bee was rolling on the floor with Bluestreak while First aid was putting band aids on Blasters sparkling. Chromia and Windblades sparkling Arcee was nibbling on Springers helm, the bitty didn’t even mind, while smoothing Hot rods helm.

Perceptor was unapologetically grateful the sparklings had a sense to not be rough with Hot rod or Bee and still included them.

He also fell in love with the big green bitty when a mech came up to the group of sparklings with the creators permission and smiled waving at them. The bot reached out to give a friendly pat to Bee’s helm only for Hot rod to cry out disproving and that made them all slightly alert but they sat still.

The mech moved away and smiled friendly towards Hot rod with their hands in a soft manner moving slowly towards Hot rod who looked at them funny. Only for Springer to slap their servo away and rev his little engine.

None of them had ever seen him do that, not even his creators. Jazz was quick to grab Springer, who was about to flare his plating at the mech, and Hot rod who whined holding onto Springer. Prowl struggled to get up because he was carrying heavy while Perceptor hefted him up and ran to grab Hot rod while Prowl grabbed Springer.

The mech backed off entirely and scurried off making Jazz and Windblade follow.

“Thank you Springer,” Perceptor spoke truthfully, “I’m forever in your debt,” he truly meant it and the others could tell.

Ever since Perceptor was willing to leave his bitty with another but he never let go of being weary of new bots nor did he allow them to look at his bitty too long.

[mychlapci]

we should unleash a bucket load of aphrodisiacs into the vents leading to prowls office since he wants to stay there all day and night. he should feel quickly hot and bothered, shifting in his chair as his panels warm and star leaking. his tits grow until they pop out of his hood, and he lifts out of his chair to let his tcog reconfigure his hips to be wider. soon he'll be too distracted to work with violently fingering his wet and empty valve and tugging on his perky tits and moaning like the slut he is. hes like a bitch in heat, maybe he pisses himself to relieve the tension in his valve but it only makes him hornier.

hmm if he keeps this up, someone is bound to come knocking at some point, and delirious heat riddled horny prowl with his massive leaky tits and soaking valve wont think twice before letting potential spike in. (whoever finds him is up to you, I'd like to think high command like jazz or optimus. or maybe prowls so delirious he cant tell whos spike is sinking in his valve

Hrgh this makes me go crazy, actually..., i love to imagine Prowl desperately fingering himself at his desk, squirting a puddle under his chair and not even caring because he needs a spike so so badly, someone please come fuck him...

[lightandspark]

Love Confessions be Like:

Perceptor to Brainstorm: Every day, the moment I met you, I found a new reason to keep trying, to keep exploring, to keep getting right back up… because that’s what I saw from you.

Drift to Ratchet: I started living when I first met you, before that, I was just surviving.

Prowl to Jazz: You are my light, that leads me home. The moment you are gone, I’m lost.

Ultra Magnus to Rodimus: My love for you is like fire, it burns more today than it did yesterday, but it will only grow tomorrow.

Mirage to Hound: I learned I can be and that deserve to be happy because of you, from the moment you laughed and smiled, I never realized how laughing could be so natural… I want to continue to be happy and share those moments with you.

Starscream to Windblade: I never wanted to be alone. I never wanted to be like this. What I want is you not to go… stay. Please. Stay.

Greenlight to Arcee: From every return, from every embrace, to the next battle, and then repeat… I don’t want you to go without hearing this, I love you, Arcee. My spark speaks to yours and yours alone.

Red Alert to Inferno: I know I can’t stop you for helping others. I know I can’t prevent you from your selfless ways. I wished you could be more selfish as me, because I want to keep you myself, to keep you safe until our sparks flickered out.

Soundwave to Blaster: Silence scares me. Not hearing your voice scares me. To not hear your footsteps, your laughter, you… please never make me start living in a world without you, because it scares me.

Octane to Sandstorm: I’m a lot of things, I’m everything that wouldn’t let me deserve you as my friend. I know this. I also know that I love you. I love you. I love you. I will continue to work hard to be worthy of the love you give me because you deserve more than a ‘I love you’.

Cyclonus to Tailgate:You saw something in me that I thought I lost years ago into an abyss of darkness. You helped me find that again and I promise, I will always find you in every abyss of darkness to save you.

Knockout to Breakdown: Beauty fade as we grow older… I disagree. You have only gotten more beautiful as time went on and at every moment I laid eyes on you.

Bumblebee: Damn… what are you guys waiting for, kiss already!

Sideswipe: Don’t be shy, be happy!

Bluestreak: Primus, they are doing it!

Smokescreen: They are really going for it.

Sunstreaker: Wow…

Whirl: Yeah~ gets some!

The bots and cons: AWWW.

The Wreckers, Aerialbots, Protectobots: *snickering nearby*

The Combaticons and seekers: OwO

MegaOp: *Megatron pretends to stretch and rest his arm on Optimus’s shoulder as Prime chuckled fondly*

[in1-nutshell]

Transformers G1 meets IDW transformers

I wrote specifically for some characters since there are too many from both sides.

Hope you enjoy!

G1 Autobots meet IDW Bots

SFW, Platonic

G1/IDW

IDW Bots get sent to G1 universe via Portal.

The first thing the small group notices is of much smaller this world is.

It’s not tiny, but they are a couple feet higher than their counter parts.

In some cases, even higher.

G1 Optimus is the one who offers the small group of counter parts a place to stay.

The general explanation is given by IDW Optimus to the G1 bots.

So many bots were happy hearing that their war was over and were now back on Cybertron.

G1 Bumblebee: “What about Earth? And the rest of the Cons?” IDW Bumblebee: “Earth is safe, we actually have a good relationship with the planet. Its become home to several Cybertronains.” G1 Ironhide: “And the Cons? Did we beat those Decepticreeps to oblivion?” IDW Bots: “…” IDW Bumblebee: “They surrendered and—” IDW Prowl: “Starscream’s the leader of Cybertron now.” G1 Bots: “…” IDW Wheeljack: “I think you broke them Prowl.” Spike comes from around the corner: “Hey guys what—” Looks at the IDW Bots. Spike: “…Did Wheeljack clone you guys or—” CLICK! IDW Bumblebee: “Prowl put the blaster down…”

During the IDW Bots stay some of the highlights were the following.

IDW Prowl is no longer allowed near Spike without two bots nearby.

IDW Wheeljack and G1 Wheeljack are not allowed in the lab together.

IDW Wheeljack trying to adopt G1 Perceptor.

G1 Perceptor has a small army of Wrecker’s acting as his body guard.

IDW and G1 Bumblebee’s getting mixed up by each other’s counter parts.

G1 Jazz sneaking up behind IDW Bumblebee: “Gotcha!” IDW Bumblebee proceeds to hit Jazz repeatedly with his cane. Later… IDW Prowl: “Bumblebee!” Prowl throws a blaster at him. G1 Bumblebee gets pinned down by the bigger blaster.

IDW and G1 Optimus have tired ‘Dad Talks’.

Usually talking about the war or whenever their bots get into strange situations.

G1 Optimus: “Do you think… do you think this will be worth it in the end? After all this loss… is it truly worth it?” IDW Optimus placing a servo on his counter parts shoulder: “… Our wars started differently. Our reasons are both the same and quite different from yours. But, to answer your question, it is. Everything will be worth it in the end. It is a hard road to follow and to stay on… but continue fighting my friend. Keep on fighting.” CRASH! Both Prime’s jump up with weapons raised. IDW Optimus: “Decepticons?” G1 Red Alert: “THE LAB IS ON FIRE! SOMEONE GET ME INFERNO!” IDW Prowl: “WHO LET BOTH THE WHEELJACK’S INTO THE LAB!? G1 Grimlock: “Me Grimlock wants some of action!” IDW Bumblebee: “BY THE ALLSPARK! GRIMLOCK YOUR OKAY!” G1 Bumblebee: “WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT!” G1 Red Alert: “THE FIRE IS STILL ON! WHERE IS INFERNO!” Both IDW and G1 Optimus sigh tiredly before going to the main room to help with the problems at hand.

The Decepticon’s only try one time to battle the Autobots while the IDW Bots are here.

Reason?

Megatron is not about to go fight an alternative version of his nemesis that looks like he will run him over multiple times and laugh while doing it.

Plus!, He hasn’t heard what happened to his alternative self from all the spy work Soundwave and Lazerbeak has done.

He is not taking his chances again.

The Decepticons barely get back to their underwater base online. Megatron: “…I believe it is time to create a stalemate until these newcomers leave.” Starscream holding one of his attachetd arms: “What’s the matter Megatron? Too much of a coward to face the other Optimus Prime as well?” Megatron showing the door: “Do YOU want to fight him? Because by all means there is the door.” Starscream: “… The stalemate is the best solution.”