#tf Bonecrusher

[oldeubagel]

would bee survive?

[iszapizza]

prowl and his 5 bfs

[rungapikattohikattara]

Wuhuuu

[revelboo]

the idea that the constructicons are too worried about their pet being seduced to leave them alone is so fucking funny to me. Just them picturing another mech crouched down to your home area all “you like jazz?” While they’re away-

Gotta keep an optic on their human, according to Megatron, there’s too many deviants among the Decepticon ranks

Drive Pt 6

Constructicons x Reader

• “If I put you down, you’re not going to run,” Scavenger says, the words not really a question but an order. Those big eyes stare up at him as he cups you in his palms, before you look pointedly at your bound leg and raise your brows at him as if to say ‘really?’ Right. Even if you try to run, you're not getting far. Venting, he lowers you to the ground in the shade of the trees. “This won’t take long.” Not sure if he’s reassuring you or himself. Gently brushing a servo over your hair, he straightens and heads back to where his brothers are inspecting the refinery they’d just built. That’s not working.

• “Someone’s been here. Recently,” Scrapper growls, free hand flexing into a fist as he holds up the ruined component. Sabotaged from the looks of it. "Case of engex to whoever finds them." And his brothers are jostling each other, grinning as they spread out. Turning over the part, he swallows a growl. Autobots or fellow Decepticons as part of some asinine power play? Either way, he's going to enjoy making someone bleed for destroying their hard work.

• Leaning back against the trunk of the sycamore Scavenger had put you down under, you watch the Constructicons spread out. Looking for something. It's pretty out here and it does occur to you that you could try to book it while they're not watching you. Hobble until you find a hiding place and lay low until they stop searching. Try to limp your way back to civilization. Unfortunately, it also occurs to you that if they caught you trying to run, they'd be angry. And if they didn't catch you, there's always the very real possibility that you wouldn't find a way out of the woods, just wandering around lost until you starved to death. At least, they're going out of their way to take care of you. Like you're their glorified housecat, but still. You're alive. Head tipping back to watch a cardinal hopping along a branch, you catch movement from the corner of your eye.

• Venting softly, Bonecrusher brushes a servo against a broken tree. Studying the tracks of whoever had come through and messed with the refinery. Multiple tracks. Aware of the noise of his brothers crashing about, destroying trails as they search, he growls. Scavenger passes near him, and he reflexively reaches to seize him, bending him backward as his brother swears and he's freezing when he doesn't find you nestled in Scavenger's scoop. And then you scream. Grip tightening on Scavenger, he lunges toward the sound, snagging Long Haul in passing and dragging both of his brothers in his wake. Rushing to get to you.

• Spinning with a growl at your cry, Hook draws his weapon and hesitates. Autobots. Cliffjumper, Warpath, Ironhide, and Bumblebee. And Warpath has you in his grip, and Hook can't look away from you struggling to get away. Screaming in fear. Mixmaster and Scrapper move up right beside him. Attack and you might get hurt in the fighting. "Put our human down," he demands, all too aware of the Autobot's own weapons. That you're too small. Too fragile to survive caught between them if they start fighting. What if they try to take you? Mixmaster's arm brushes his own, rumbling dangerously. "Let them go and you can walk away with all your limbs," he adds.

• "You're going to be okay now," the strange mech holding you says as you panic and try to escape. Don't know who they are, but they've drawn their weapons on your mechs. So, they're not friendly. You see Bonecrusher rushing toward his brothers. See his visor flare when he spots you. And then he slams into Hook, Scrapper, and Mixmaster, dragging Long Haul and Scavenger with him. Hear one of the strangers yelling 'Primus, they're combining' and your confused brain struggles to understand what's happening as your six become a giant. The one holding you dropping you to draw his own weapon as all hell breaks loose and you scramble to crawl away as that giant that was the Constructicons roars.

Previous

[crying-fantasies]

In health and sickness

Masterlist

Many words could describe him at the moment.

Overprotective, over doting conjunx, overwhelming, overbearing and many others that could be an excellent reflection of his actions and reactions, it's the second one that catches him off guard because he isn't sure if it was due to embarrassment or that it felt like a joke at his expense.

There are little options when his system charge way before the programmed hour, not knowing what is going on before his sensors show him in deep red alarms a focus of temperature in the room and the low registration of CO2 in the room, there is a way too short time for decision making as he finds you looking at the ceiling without blinking, chest hardly moving before a horrendous sound erupts, like an engine got stuck somewhere or a spark giving up, almost like a dying cybertronian or an idiot that consumed some corrosive substance.

He has heard both frequently in the battlefield, that's his excuse to call, and appear, at ungodly hours to the nearest clinic going full police car, poor the souls of any mech on his way while you were hardly battling off the mucus on your throat and the pain of your insides twisting, churning, trying to get whatever kept oxygen out of your lungs.

Nothing too hard, just the main problem being what humans call a virus, Prowl has to download once again the basics of your species and the recently updated papers about the whole deal, how did it came to Iacon when he was so sure the outbreak was limited to Stanix? How is it possible that there is no cure for this humorless pest, almost strangling the medic with his bare servos when the indications of "just let them rest well, a lot of fluids and a healthy diet" were all he could give you apart from medicine to only temporarily placate any symptoms.

Prowl knew that humans had a terrible automatic cleansing and protective program, but it still was ridiculous how it only took a little microscopic individual to have you in the verge of dehydration and suffocation, assaulting as an opportunist in your weakest state of mind to have him saying the same as always: you don't have to work, he'll take care of everything, you don't have to stress yourself because here you're safe, but his words aren't that believable as this is the result of the heat generators in the city falling once again because he can't still keep the energy flow uninterrupted, your little body caught in a decreasing temperature in mere minutes before someone else gave you a heated metal blanket to stop a freezing coma or something worse.

There is nothing left to do, only make it bearable for you, as long as it can last because even the most advanced remedies are lacking and he can't have something better in at least a few more years when he needs them by yesterday when it all began.

"It's okay", you try to calm him, knowing well how under his stoic faceplate he is freaking out, you just have to see how far Prowl is going, this is his second day working from home, his scowl is present as always but the way his door wings move at any sound from the street show just right how in the edge he is.

Somehow, your words seem to make it worse, his angry expression almost scares you, "don't talk back now", is his only response, putting a little cube with warm lemonade next to your side of the berth, internally, you cringe, thinking of the warm but also stinging fluid going down your sore throat, thinking how expensive a single lemon is in Cybertron.

But, above all else, seeing him so on edge puts you in the same circumstances, trying to talk him down from submitting a complain to Stanix's medical officers regarding the virus now in Iacon, he is so engrossed in it, not even putting his datapad down when there is an obvious notification of intruders on your door, Prowl only gives it attention when Bonecrusher ends up decimating the door of the living quarters by brutal force, falling with it and still punching the poor thing, growling and roaring like a wild animal, soon after the rest of the constructicons follow, but they look in a way you've never seen before from them.

Wild gazes, bared dentae, vents puffing out hot air, their armor moves and stands threateningly, they look murderous enough for Prowl to hold you in his servos, almost preparing himself to be attacked before Long Haul claims, "Where is it?! Where is the slag fragger, son of a glitch-?!"

Turns out, Prowl's anger and worry could be felt by them.

Turns out, also, that they don't have his filter of supposed control.

"What? What is this?"

Turns out, easily freaked decepticons, who have very little real interaction with humans, shouldn't enter the medical area of a corny website probably made by a doctor wannabe.

And it shows, in how Hook push them all out of his way when you cough once again, too hard this time, the paper on your hand now with a tingle of blood in between, before any word of assurance can be said from your part Prowl is the first to hold you near, Hook is fast to ask what is going in and someone is already crying out loud for a medic.

So much for a peaceful Saturday morning.

"This will do, this has to do the work", Mixmaster usual anxious movements seem to reach another point, normally steady servos seem to shake ominously when mixing something that smells like bleach, "concentrated citric acid, this'll kill it, show that thing not to mess with us", a drop of the thing reaches the table, an acid like reaction eating away the metal, Long Haul and Scavenger look with dread as the thing keeps eating part of the floor, smoke frizzing out of it, visors wide with obvious panic, the bigger 'con putting a protective servo over you, using his own frame and stopping his partner to get near in his hysteria while the smallest started to cry yet again while clutching your hand between massive digits, said cries only decreasing when you started to promise you were going to be okay, hard to believe when another coughing session appeared again, "it'll work, I swear, only a few sips of it and those parasites will be gone forever!"

Hook shouted too, "it's vitamin C! Vitamin C!", he holds down Mixmaster, who at the end just let's go of the cube with a strangled growl.

Prowl would never admit it but he could act normal if Long Haul was watching over you.

"We should punch them in the faceplates", Bonecrusher keeps going, going from one side of the place to the other, barely kept anger on him.

You try, you really do, to push yourself out of the different blankets above of you, but they have made the sentence of "keep warm to improve the process" a lot more unnecessary, as you're sure at least one of those is your weighted blanket, "I'll be fine" you promise once again, mucus on the nose, throat incredibly raw, pretty sure they can read the increasing fever in their sensors, Scavenger is the one closest to you, and is also the one hearing every word of yours and give it real credit, "this takes a week as much, just let it-"

Another fit of coughing erupted, and this time followed by sneezing, more blood coming and showing like an alarm on the white tissue, and someone shouting "MEDIC!" as if you have just been injured on the battlefield.

You're ready to die from mortification, preparing your lengthy apology to whoever has the disgrace to treat you as Prowl drives back to the hospital with 5 constructicons after him.

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For my Prowl lovers fellows (sorry for the constructiprowl content but boy I love all of them together) @dundeey, @lovenotcomputed and @ikkosu.

[tinman-musings]

"You may look black and white, but underneath - you're Constructicon green"

Capping off a long work week by drawing Prowl in the Constructicon's colors. This was originally a silly little comic idea with my friend but i decided to just do one illustration for now. will probably revisit and do the Constructicons in Prowl's coloring.

Just thought it would be fun to see Prowl match the rest of his guy squad. i drew his G1 version because I need more practice to tackle the IDW designs in a way that I am satisfied with.

[niiwa-angel]

Funniest idea I've had recently about the Deceptions. It's an even split between Divas and Gladiators, which leads to interesting clashes.

Megatron, former gladiator: I will wear the blood of my enemies to prove my fortitude.

Knockout, 50,000 step skincare routine, attacking him with a hose: Let's have some standards!!

~~~

Shockwave, forgets to bathe because science: I must conduct unethical experiments.

Starscream, OG diva: Your stench is contaminating the lab!! To the wash racks!!

~~~

Barricade: We shall keep the place dark to motivate us towards the light of glorious victory!

Soundwave, who isn't a diva but is a father: query: why?

~~~

Lugnut: Why wash the dishes if we're just going to get them dirty again anyway?

Skywarp, activating his blasters: I want off this shit hole planet.

~~~

Bone crusher: we waste time and resources with the cleaning drones! We should repurpose them as assault drones!

Ravage and Airachnid: We're defecting

[deepseaphantom]

The Constructicons! Feat: DEVASTATOR!

(process images under the cut)

((the constructicons are underatted))

[indragonsaur]

Transformers: Cybertron chronicles: Crusher Trio

[bizarre-bait]

Doodling a few bois 👀

[sjincer]

Happy Valentine's Day guys!!! Brought you some silly "Love is..." sketches with some of my favorite ships!!

--- (Each of them based on a real one, references below:)

[dividingcosmos]

There's something about Prowl having doubted a lot of things, having his choices and decisions confusing his friends and even himself, going through a whole mental struggle, and then learning these guys who saw the inside of his brain tell him that "We like how you think!" And his eyes LIGHT UP

And he needs Bee to say that it was ridiculous

Prowl, buddy,,,,

[rungapikattohikattara]

It's out lollll (video from @ju33e)

[peaskikio2]

Bonecrusher!! The strongest and most problematic out of the other Constructions… though they still love their brother! Even if he’s been detained on multiple occasions…

[cubeparadise823]

[luluchankrl]

Maybe I'm even more in love with Megatron 🫦