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[deepfriedhopesanddreams]

Some hazformers Blitzing for @blitzy-blitzwing

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere Tfa Ratchet concept??

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Of course! TFA Ratchet could be fun :D Bout time I write for a TFA Autobot ;)

If anyone has advice on how to write all the different Ratchets differently I'd love to hear it!

Yandere! Ratchet Concept

(Transformers: Animated)

Pairing: Platonic -> Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Manipulation, Controlling behavior, Transformer/Transformer and Transformer/Human pairing, Trauma/PTSD, Fear of loss, Denial, Age gap probably, Kidnapping mention, Dubious/Forced relationship.

Ratchet in any iteration can be seen as either platonic or romantic.

He seems like he'd lean more towards platonic in his tendencies but isn't incapable of romantic intentions.

A human or Transformer darling could work with Ratchet.

While he can feel platonic and romantic to both, a human has a higher chance of being platonic.

Ratchet is the oldest Autobot of the group, he's wise and gruff, often complaining about the youth.

He's also the medic of the group who patches up the wounds of his allies.

First I'll explore his platonic behavior before things transition to romantic.

With a fellow Autobot Ratchet is already quite caring.

He acts like your mentor and often tries to keep you out of trouble.

He'd be the one to patch you up and often scolds you if you're reckless.

He may come off as stern and mean but he means well.

If you were human then Ratchet may crank up the overprotective factor.

Humans are squishier than Autobots so he realizes he has to be more careful.

He's used to watching Sari so he most likely can take care of you too.

He isn't the best human medic but he will certainly try to heal any wounds you have if he can't bring you to a doctor.

Ratchet may appear irritated at times yet I think he'd be caring towards you.

He doesn't want you to think he hates you.

He likes you and is comfortable around you, it's just that war has hardened him.

Ratchet is naturally protective as he's an Autobot.

Not only that but also a medic.

That combo would definitely make him prioritize your safety.

Ratchet in TFA isn't as prone to jealousy as his TFP counterpart.

In TFA he's more likely to silently grumble about you doing something with someone other than him instead of trying to get fully involved.

Not that he won't eventually call you away from something if he's overly annoyed though.

Ratchet is insistent on being the only one to treat you.

As an Autobot that's a feat easily accomplished, you can only go to him.

When it comes to a human it's strange behavior.

In reality you should go to a doctor to get checked out and treated like Sari does.

But suddenly Ratchet is interested in learning about human treatment?

Ratchet is a yandere who is heavily affected by his past.

He's been through war and seen loss.

He knows how easy it is to lose those you care about.

So when he looks at you, Autobot or human, he feels thoughts of paranoia seep into him.

Especially now that this Cybertronian war has hit Earth.

There's so much potential danger.

Decepticons lurk everywhere, then there's the shattered AllSpark fragments everywhere creating new dangers.

It's strange... yes, he cares for the rest of the Autobots and Sari...

But when it comes to you he feels himself shutter at the idea of you being exposed to danger.

Like most Ratchet iterations, he's aware that how he's feeling is off.

He's not entirely delusional in his obsession.

He has a sense that he shouldn't be feeling this way towards you.

When his feelings are platonic he feels he can excuse it.

Oh... he's just a bit overprotective.

That's normal for an old Autobot like him, especially after all he's been through!

He just likes to keep you in the hideout to have company and watch over you.

When his obsession is small and he still sees himself as a mentor to you then he can convince himself it's fine to feel such a way.

It's when/if his feelings drift into romantic territory that he has a harder time excusing his behavior.

Now he fears he no longer just sees you as a friend and companion to protect.

He starts to realize his feelings are darker than he thought.

When he sees you he starts having ideas.

He wonders if you'd be comfortable with him.

Would you even consider anything like his fantasies if he's an older Autobot?

If you're also an Autobot, Ratchet feels explaining things is easier but he still hates the idea of going through with it.

Maybe you'll be understanding?

Even then he worries you don't see him in such a light and things will be... strained between you-

If you're human then there's even more issues.

Issues he doesn't like to think about without his head aching....

Again, Ratchet is most likely not one to try and act on his feelings.

Most iterations of this character tend to hide away their feelings.

He feels it's too problematic to reveal such feelings to you.

Even if you reciprocate he still shows denial and tries to refuse.

He's worried if he gives in he won't be the same.

For the most part he'll play the role of the overprotective medic.

He'll dedicate himself to protecting humanity with the Autobots... and that's it.

He isn't sure how long he can ignore his obsession, however.

Yet he'll try his best to stay in denial.

But really... how long can he go?

How long until he stuns you with his Electromagnetic Pulse and takes you for himself?

How long until he locks away his cute human in himself to keep you close?

How long can he ignore these thoughts brewing in him?

As much as it hurts him... he'll hold off as long as he can... but he worries his patience is running thin the longer he looks at you.

[eight-cats-in-a-box]

Hi hi! Can you do TFA Bumblebee x gn! cybertronian reader where they're just having a silly wrestling competition? Bee boasted bout him being the best at it and reader wanted to put that to a test so they sparred, with Sari on the sideline cheering them on when Bee tripped over something or with his pedes that he missteps. He fell down onto reader and ended in an awkward position. Both become a blushing mess after Sari snapped a picture to show to others 🎀

SCREAMING SCREAMING SCREAMING THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE OMG

One order of tiny little bastard man, coming right up!

TFA Bumblebee x Minibot! Flier! Reader

"I could totally beat you in a fight!" Bumblebee grinned, smug confidence in his tone.

You raised a browplate, doubtful. You knew Bee was no weakling, but neither were you. "Really now? Well then, we'll just have to see."

That was all you could get out before the little yellow bot tackled you to the floor, pulling an audial-piercing shriek from you as your wings scraped across the concrete.

"You're helping me buff that out later, you aft!" You cried, swiping at him with sharp claws and managing to flip the two of you over when Bee tried to dodge. He yelped, looking quite nervous all of a sudden as you managed to pin his servos above his head.

"I'll, uh... I'll come back later, then." Oh, slag. You whipped your helm around, furious at the interruption to your sparring match, only to see Optimus at the doorway, looking rather…embarrassed.

Whatever. You turned your attention back to Bumblebee, crowing delightedly. "Guess that means I win, Bee!" He made a noise that sounded like grinding gears as you heard the telltale click of a camera shutter, and Sari hollering about how she had won the bet.

Wait a minute.

"What bet?" You scrambled off of Bee, your faceplates feeling abnormally warm, to chase after her. "SARIIIIIIII! WHAT BET ARE YOU ON ABOUT?!"

Bumblebee groaned. "That was humiliating." Optimus just chuckled, helping Bee to his pedes. "I'm never doing that again."

Masterlist

[pinkanonwrites]

I know I don't usually pop in to people's inbox (I shy) but oooooh you are reigniting my love of transformers that I shuttered for years (bumblebee my sweet babie 🐝) with your fics, I didn't remember that I used to like Rodimus and TFA Prowl a lot until your fics I was like 👁️🫦👁️😳😳😳😳😳😍😍😍😍 so I'm just here to say THANK YOU SO MUCH ILU 💛💛💛💛

Welcome back to Transformers brainrot!!!! We're happy to have you here!

I've got more Transformers fics coming down the pipeline this October too, so look forward to that!

[alligatorjesie]

1) Rey’s relevance is not dependent on Kylo/Ben, it never was

It is tho. It literally is. They’re fucking soul bonded to one another.

well... were.

2) she’s the protagonist like the movies are about HER journey and always will be

Star Wars episodes 7 8 and 9 are about multiple people. Rey is the ‘main character’ for sure since she has the most screen time but those stories are just as much about the Skywalkers and their drama, Rey sometimes being just a vessel for us to watch it implode upon itself up close. Stating these movies were solely about Rey is an outright lie. Those movies were just as much about Ben Solo and his family.

3) TFA Rey, TLJ Rey and TROS Rey are all one in the same

… yeah? I mean, no one is arguing she’s an entirely different character from one movie to another?

She’s a little out of character in tros because she has some severe emotional constipation that I personally feel like she never had in TFA and TLJ. She was always very blunt but if she felt a way about something she was at least vocal about it.

In tros she’s just angry and pent up she comes off as somewhat emotionally stifled compared to her in previous movies in my opinion and I understand fully that is My opinion, not a fact.

But no one said she’s completely out of character. Or a different character?

Legit I don't remember seeing anyone say that in the original post.

4. DLF is just short for Disney Lucas Films mate. It ain’t that deep.

what else do you want us to call it? You really want everyone to type out the entire thing like that’s some kind of sign of respect? I don’t respect Disney because they hired nazis back in the 50s and shuttered an entire hand animation studio because they realized they could force computer animators to do the same work next to fucking nothing with zero union fees.

Fuck Disney. They're lucky I don't call them Demon Lickass Fucks.

Listen, yo, my comradio, you need to let this 'Strong People Don't Need Anybody' shit fuckin' die brah.

It’s not weakness needing people.

If anything; people can achieve amazing things with help from loved ones.

Ben Solo was able to do the one thing Anakin was never fuckin' able to figure out and tipped ass over teakettle to the darkside to try and learn it, how to bring a loved one back from the dead, and he was able to do it at all Because He Loved So Deeply.

There's power in that. Power both the Sith and the Jedi were very afraid of.

No man is an island and we could/should argue trying to force a person who needed people into not needing people is how Ben Solo became Kylo Ren.

Rey having a bond with a person she’s able to emotionally understand and balance with through the force isn’t a character weakness. I don’t know why people like you think she can just swallow that pain down and pull herself up by her bootstraps and still be emotionally centered enough to be an effective Jedi master.

She rejected Ben in the throne room back in TLJ and spent An Entire Year trying (poorly) to emotionally suppress those complicated feeling. She couldn't process being mad at him over the course of tros and constantly has angry outbursts that start bleeding out into the friendships around her.

That just doesn't sound like shit a centered Jedi master does you know?

She lost a very deeply ingrained part of herself when Ben passed. Broken force bonds can feel like someone has cut off a part of themselves, forever feeling a hollow ache in the place the person once occupied.

You know. Like when a Fucking Loved One Dies.

I've lost pets over 15 years ago who I still think about and it makes me sad they're not here anymore.

Rey lost half her soul.

The Jedi being so hell bent on no attachments and a lack of empathy for the suffering around them is the exact reason they failed in the end. Forcing Rey who So Deeply Craved Someone, Anyone, to come back for her on jakku to now forgo all attachments because she’s trying to become the jedi master we’re not even entirely sure she wanted to become to start with says YOU only view Rey as a vessel that will rebuild the Jedi Order.

She wanted a family. She got war and death.

It’s fine for some fans to not be really jazzed to watch a character they really like get beaten down further by the pain we know she’s got to be feeling or worst yet expect us to swallow that she’s fine and happy with her shitty lot in life from a writer who doesn’t understand her or care to.

I'll be real with you, until I see Adam Driver is attached to this project I sincerely dgaf, and we all know that's not going to happen I don't blame him for writing off the whole idea post TROS, obviously, the cast of the Sequel Trilogy was PRISTINE across the board and I blame them for literally nothing, it is DLF that is the problem It will be interesting to see how Star Wars fans react to this, and if anyone at all gives it the time of day. It will also be interesting to see if they give Rey a new love interest in these new movies, because I've got a feeling the internet will instantly set the whole thing on fire if they do Lots of bad in the future, people. Lots of bad.

[eve-of-halloween]

Got a little wip of mama Blitzy and the twins, Shutter and Fringe!

What are they gossiping about? Probabky the twins classmates after their first day of school. Funny that the youngest of their sparklings are the only ones in an actual school XD

This is post war so Blitzy has had his weapon systems removed. He had no need for his canons anymore. Removing those systems actuslly allowed him to fly better due to less weight and drag.

[xensilverquill]

short TFA MegOP prompt i did for @pastelpaperplanes​ ! i hope you like it!

Meet in the Heat of the Day

"Good evening, Autobot." 

Oh, fragging Pits. 

The burned-out baritone of Megatron's voxcoder instantly had his battle systems initiating. It was everything Optimus could do not to instantly whip his plasma axes out and throw it in what he thought was the Decepticon's general direction. The control bridge's monitors offered little enough light, and there was no making out Megatron's form in the gloom. A quick switch of his optics to thermal-mode revealed his hulking form leaning against the far wall, his own optics shuttered but that stupid smug smirk still on his face.

Primus, but Optimus wanted to punch him.

"Out for a late night stroll and sabotage, are we?" Megatron asked, not moving a mechano-inch from his present position. "I hope you were not so naive as to believe taking over the Nemesis' command protocols would be so easy."

"No, I leave that kind of thing to the professionals," he replied, pleased to find at least his voice did not betray how much the mech had startled him. "Speaking of which, I passed Starscream in the hall earlier. He said to, and I quote, 'go frag yourself.' His words, not mine." 

"How kind of you to relay the message for him."

"Besides, if you really thought all that," Optimus continued, "I doubt I'd still be standing here."

"Wiser and more perceptive than you appear, I see." Megatron finally did open his optics to look at him then, the dull crimson casting a faint halo over his faceplates. "Much as I enjoy our little spark-to-sparks, I doubt you came just to make polite conversation. What business do you have with me?"

Optimus shrugged. "Shocking as this might sound, not everything is about you." He held up his servos in mock surrender and turned on his pedes. "Recharge is an elusive glitch lately, and clearly I won't find it here. I'll be going now. Happy brooding, or whatever it is you're doing in the dark like a creep."

"Oh, no need to leave on my account." His laughter was as smug as his smile, though it lacked the usual cruel edge to it. Or maybe that was just the compilation errors piling up in Optimus' processor and fragging with his audials. "And your company here would be... tolerable."

"I feel so loved," Optimus grumbled, but he turned back to face Megatron. He went to lean against the opposite wall in a mirror of the Decepticon's repose. A beat of silence or two in which they merely stared at each other. Grasping for any topic that would not send them right into another round of quipping, he asked, "So... any updates from your side?"

"Concerning the Quintessons, you mean? No, though it is not for lack of looking or listening. Neither Shockwave nor the other sources in his employ have heard so much as a whisper of those filthy techorganics..."

"Mm." He was tempted to poke at Megatron for that last one, but there was no use banging his helm against that particular wall. Again. Little wonder Blackarachnia never spent any more time than she had to in the company of her leader. "Would it be naive of me if I said that maybe no news was good news?"

"In the extreme," Megatron replied, though there was no heat in his words. "Nightmares of those tentacled terrors keeping you from recharge, Autobot?"

"Nightmares would, again, imply that I could find recharge in the first place. You?"

"Ha! No. It is merely that I dislike the idling, the..."

"The waiting?" Optimus offered. His slowly slid down the wall until he was sitting on the ground, helm falling back and optics offlining. "Same here, honestly. I figure it's either walk the halls at night, or finally give in to the stir-craze and throttle someone just to have something to do."

"If you are looking for my leave to offline someone, then you have my every blessing to snuff the spark out of that scheming Starscream." He looked up to see Megatron offering him a smile that bordered on the genuine for once. And, in the clarity and intimacy one could only find in the quiet of these late hours, Optimus found himself smiling back.

"Heh... I'll keep that in mind."

---

"Cut that obnoxious little droning slag you call a voxcoder before I cut it out for you, you little insect!"

"Shove it up your tailpipe and twist it, three-face!"

Screeching metal and a grunting heave was his only warning. Twisting to one side, Optimus narrowly avoided getting his helm knocked off by a table as it went flying across the room. A quick glance back and he saw Bumblebee had managed to dodge as well and was quickly scrambling over the upturned chairs out of immediate grabbing-range of Blitzwing, who was currently presenting as Hothead. Broken energon cubes and crushed oil cans lay like so many dead frames on the canteen floor, the fuel trickling slowly towards the drain in the center of the floor. 

Optimus groaned tiredly. So much for having his morning ration in peace.

"Say that again, I dare you!"

"You're just torqued I was the one with the ball bearings to say it first!" Bumblebee had found a precarious perch on the thin ledge of a shelf, just a little higher than Blitzwing's head. "Not my fault you're a little we-- Heyheyhey!"

"I'll torque your bearings straight through your fuel pump!" Blitzwing had managed to grab at a pede, and he wrenched the smaller mech down with ease.

"Leggo!" Bumblebee shrieked, aiming a kick at those bucked dentae with his free leg. "Fine! You want me to say it again, I'll say it, Blitzbrain! You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid--!"

"Bee, stop!" Optimus ground out.

Megatron's voice nearly drowned out his own at the same moment. "Cease, Blitzwing!" 

It took scant seconds for the two of them to take their respective mechs by the scruff, so to speak. Optimus sent a grappling hook to anchor onto Bumblebee's plating, yanking him back and winding him up in the same, practiced motion. Megatron, meanwhile, used the cannons on Blitzwing's shoulder as convenient handles for gripping the triplechanger and flinging him none-too-gently at the wall. 

Fortunately, Bumblebee and Blitzwing had been separated before they could come to any real blows. Unfortunately, they now had the wrath of their superiors to endure.

"What in Primus' name do you think you're doing?" Optimus hissed at him, holding the still trussed-up mech so they were looking at each other optic-to-optic. "If I've told you once, I've told you a hundred times: stop baiting Blitzwing!"

"But bossbot--"

"Stow it!" He jerked a digit at Bumblebee's face and revved his engines in warning. "This truce is dangling by a frayed wire as it is without you taking a chainsaw to it. You think any of these 'cons will hesitate to scrap you if you get them angry enough? Either you and Blitzwing work--" Optimus waved his servo irritably. "-- whatever this is out civilly, or I'll have you confined to the barracks until the next landing. Have I made myself clear?"

Bumblebee looked like he wanted to protest, but he had the good grace to flush and glance down at the smoldering look Optimus gave him. Plating and field tight against his frame, he muttered, "... Yes, bossbot."

"Good." He dropped the yellow much unceremoniously and jerked a thumb at the nearest maintenance closet. "You've got a joor to get this canteen cleaned up and back in working order." He held up another digit. "Then, I want you in the training salle with me for a one-on-one session. Clearly you've got too much excess charge for your own good. I'll be more than happy to help you take that out on some old boot camp exercises." A third digit. "And I expect you to make a public apology to Blitzwing before the cycle is out." He pointed again at the closet. "You have your orders, soldier. Now go."

Crossing his arms, he watched Bumblebee slink away. Only when he was sure the mech was doing as he instructed did he look to see how Megatron was dealing with his own mech. The servo he had on the triplechanger's intake was just a touch short of a chokehold, and he held the other pinned against the wall with all the effort he might have pinned a rustfly down. Megatron was all but growling in his audial, the exact words unintelligible at this distance but the anger in them unmistakable. At the tight and fearful expression on Blitzwing's face -- now the Icy persona -- he could almost feel sorry for him. Almost. 

Bumblebee and Blitzwing took great pains not to even look at one another when Megatron finally let Blitzwing free sometime later. They kept as far away from each other as their respective rounds of cleaning would let them. As they worked, Optimus and Megatron sat to one side at the only intact table and oversaw them in a clear statement that they did not trust the two not to start fighting again like two troublesome sparklings.

"Primus grant me strength," Optimus huffed over a new cup of hot oil. He took the barrel he and Megatron were splitting and poured some into the Decepticon's own cup. "That's, what, the fifth time in the past decacycle?"

"The sixth -- yes, thank you -- you are forgetting when they nearly got themselves launched out of the airlock yesterday." 

"Right, right. Still, the way things are going, I'm more than a little worried that these brawls of theirs are going turn from public fighting to public fragging one of these days. They're... Well, neither of them are exactly being subtle about it anymore."

"Hm, so I've noted," Megatron replied, quirking an optic ridge at him. "Let us hope they remember the loyalty to their factions above their... rivalry." 

Optimus only "hmm"-ed noncommittally. He took a long draw from his cup, venting out slowly as the warmth radiated from his tanks to the rest of his frame. Casting a cursory glance over at others, he caught Megatron's gaze and nodded at the door. "I can take it from here. If you've got somewhere else to be, I mean. This wouldn't be the first time I've sparklingsat a couple of misbehaving bots."

"And risk Blitzwing thinking my absence is license to resume hostilities with your little scout? I think not." Chuckling, he waved away any implication of incompetence Optimus might have interpreted towards himself with a wink. "As lovely a picture as you make when you are righteously angry, little Prime, it does absolutely nothing for most Decepticons, and it will not cow one such as Blitzwing into submission."

"Most Decepticons?" Resting his chin on one hand, he leaned forward slightly as he smirked at the warlord. "Dare I ask if it does anything for you, Megatron?"

Another chuckle. "Now, now, that would be telling, wouldn't it?"

--

Verdant skies ran parallel to endless cyan sands. Oddly enough it reminded Optimus of an inversion of Earth's own landscapes. As he sat on the rocky outcropping, simpling basking under the twin suns as he looked down on his mechs zipping this way and that across the dunes, his thoughts turned to Sari. His spark twisted a little at the memory of having to leave her behind, even if he and the others had agreed doing so had been for the best. With the ages-old conflict between the Cybertronians and the Quintessons fast reigniting across the galaxy, the safest place was with her own father back home.

We'll see you soon, kid, he promised silently, as much to himself as to the girl who was now light year away. Assuming they did not end up getting mulched by the Quintessons, and assuming the uneasy little alliance aboard the Nemesis did not disintegrate into a pile of graying frames in a pool of their own energon.

Hence the little -- well, it could not be called a proper vacation -- trip they were presently making on Letsap Three. Officially, they were here to do a bit of recon work to find any Quintesson signs and even scrounge up a bit of crude oil for fuel if they could find a well that could be tapped with minimal effort. Unofficially, this was something of a mental health visit. 

Even a ship as large as the Nemesis, built to comfortably hold far more Decepticon warframes than it presently did, was still entirely too small to keep the tension between the Autobots and Decepticons below flash point for long. To Ratchet, the last little spat between Bumblebee and Blitzwing had been the cadmium canary in the energon mine and he had ordered an immediate detour at the nearest likely star system and planet that would give them all a place to stretch their alt-modes and work out that pent-up frustration. Hook, the ship's medic and generally the most sensible 'con among them, had agreed and diplomatically communicated the order as a suggestion to Megatron.

Above him, the Cons were wheeling and whirring and streaking their way across the clear sky. The thermals coming off the hot sands allowed them to reach dizzying heights, and Optimus craned his neck to watch them for a few moments. Starscream, a seeker down to his spark, was riding the wind like he was one with it. Blitzwing was making a game of diving in and out of Lugnut's general vicinity and making clipping, glancing blows on the bomber's chassis. (Probably Random leading at that particular moment, then.) 

It took him a moment to realize someone was missing from the antics taking place above, and as if summoned by his thoughts alone, Megatron came flying at a leisurely pace from over a nearby ridge. His grey-and-crimson plating gleamed under the light of the suns. His altmode fairly dwarfed that of his fellow Decepticons, and even Optimus had to admit he made for a fetching sight--

Purging that particular thought right out of his processor, he opened up a commlink.

:Well, look who finally decided he's not too good to join the rest of us on a break,: Optimus said by way of greeting. 

:I was scouting,: he replied tersely. :I was of the understanding we were here to do actual work, not merely gambol about like errant sparklings.:

:It can be both, you know.: He was considering ending the transmission there, but... :So... I take it that's a 'no' to my earlier suggestion?:

:Indeed.: Megatron's tone was firm and brooked no argument, but it was not unkind. :You may not feel a need to maintain a certain degree of dignity and separation from your mechs, but it is a necessary thing in managing a squadron of warframes. If I cannot present at least the impression of being in control of my baser impulses, what hope do the rest of them have to keep themselves in check?:

:It was an invitation for a race, Megatron, not an orgy,: Optimus replied, rolling his optics. Still, he stood and stretched his arms to the sky, flaring his plating to catch every of ray sunshine. :Well, I guess it's just as well. Your mechs watching you lose your aft in a competition with an Autobot probably wouldn't do any favors for your 'dignity.' And a mech your age racing like that? You'd probably just burn out your poor engines and end up in the medbay for a decacycle.:

The taunts were baseless, of course and scarcely any classier than a creche-yard taunt. His bid to goad the warlord was a transparent one to both of them. Still, that did not seem to stop Megatron from rising to it. Optimus was spitefully delighted as he vaulted over the rocks and slid down the dune he had been perched on.

:Bold words for a mech in firing range, Autobot.: 

:You know my designation, Megatron. Use it.:

:Optimus.: The Decepticon drawled out the designation derisively. (There was certainly nothing heady or attractive at all about the way it sounded in those growling tones.) :If you wish to humiliate yourself in front of those under your command, far be it from me to deny you. Only understand, regardless of this truce we find ourselves under, that I have no intention of holding back to spare your pride.:

:Funny, neither do I.:

When he reached the bottom of the dune, he wasted no time in transforming. The moment his wheels touched sand Optimus was burning rubber. Grit sprayed in his wake as he raced past the others, scarcely sparing the half-second it took to send the rest of the Autobots a comm that, no, there was no danger and, no, he did not need company just this moment. Then he was barreling over the dunes, the shadow of Megatron's altmode to one side of him, exhaust trails following in the Decepticons' wake as he flew across the sky.

:You realize that this little alliance of ours will not last forever,: Megatron said, their commlink still open. :These little amiable overtures of yours are futile at best, naive at worst. Even when we drive back the Quintessons, there will be no love lost between our two peoples. The Decepticon mission will remain the same, and you and I will be at each other's intakes once more.:

:I know that,: Optimus replied, even as his tanks roiled a little in spite of the giddy thrill of the race. :But in the meantime, it's going to be easier on all of us if we at least pretend we don't hate each other's guts. There won't be an after to worry about if we do the Quintessons' job for them and kill each other. If there comes a day I get to actually put one of my axes through your spark, Megatron, I'd like to live to see it.:

:Hm.: It almost sounded like a laugh. :Fair enough, I suppose. The feeling is mutual, Optimus.:

:Good, I'm glad we agree.: Grinning inwardly, he put on a renewed burst of speed and actually managed to pull ahead of the Decepticon. :Now, eat my skids!:

--

"And that, I think, was when it truly began," he rumbled, "when I started to take a shine to your sire."

"You mean when you fell in love with him?"

"Hm... No, not as such. The beginnings of it, perhaps. You inherit a grand tradition of stubbornness and refusal to accept the inevitable from the both of us, little love. Neither of us would acknowledge it for stellar cycles, and it was a long and needlessly complicated affair when all was said and done. But looking back on it all, that was the turning point. For me, at any rate." 

"Ooooh... Okay."

Oversized finials wiggled in excitement and bapped lightly against the plating under Megatron's chin. Bright red optics stared up at him, the challenge and mischief so very much like Optimus'. Their pedes dug hard into the ridge on his chestplate to keep themself balanced on their little perch as they leaned ever-so-slightly forward, as if that small distance would let them look further past the horizon.

"You sure this is the right planet, carrier?" the sparkling asked, flopping back after a long minute against Megatron's shoulder. "We've been here forever!"

"We have been here for less than a cycle," he laughed, lightly poking at their tummy with a claw. "Have patience. He will be here soon."

"Sooner than you think!"

A shout from above had the both of them looking up slightly, squinting at the light of the setting suns. Something thumped in the sand a short distance in front of them, sending grit flying into their optics and vents. The sparkling sneezed once, twice as Megatron brushed their faceplate clean with the back of one digit. When he looked up again, it was to see Optimus -- Magnus now, Prime no more -- staring back at him with a smile as bright as his own.

The Autobot's expression turned a touch unsure and apprehensive after a moment or two, glancing away for a moment.

"Hey, uh... Megatron." He looked back up at the Decepticon with a visible effort. "I, uh... I got your note? Or your poem, I guess?" He pulled out a worn datapad, waving it in the air a moment. "'Meet me beneath the emerald skies we once raced under together.' That was you, right? I mean, of course, it had to be, otherwise why would you be he--"

"Peace, dearspark." In the time Optimus had been rambling, he had walked up to stand scarce mechano-inches from the other. Reaching down, he cradled the Autobot's helm between his servos. He bent down, and Optimus, a whimper in his throat, leaned up on his pedes to meet him in a kiss. When they parted, breathless and dizzy, Megatron nuzzled against his faceplate and unfurled his field so that Optimus might know the truth of his words.

"I am here, Optimus. We are both here. Together."

"Yeah," the shorter mech replied, voice sounding choked and a tentatively hopeful expression on his face. "Yeah, we are."

He leaned forward again, as if he meant to kiss Megatron again when--

"Eeeew!" The sparkling piped up, poking their helm from where they had been clinging behind Megatron's shoulder. "Stop trying to give carrier cooties!"

"Carrier--" Surprised turned to confusion, then to disbelief in Optimus' optics as he looked between Megatron and the sparkling. "Megatron, who--"

"I believe some introductions are in order," he cut in, scarcely restraining the laughter that threatened to rattle his plating and their sparkling right off his frame. "Little one, this is Optimus, your sire. Optimus... meet Crusade."

[seeker-of-the-stars]

Tfa sentienel and tfp soudwave? (If requests are pen)

“Hey Jazz, get over here!” Sentinel grinned at the mech in front of him. “Looks like we got another bot from that mirror world!”

Jazz sighed when he heard Sentinel calling him over, but stopped when he saw the bot he was referring to. He was hoping it would be one of the ones on their side, like Optimus or Bulkhead. But this faceless, slender bot sent a shiver down his plating. If he was an Autobot, he was the most unnerving Autobot he’d ever seen.

“Tell me your name, mech,” Sentinel demanded as he stared down the black and purple bot. The only response he got was a slight head tilt.

“I said, tell me your name!” Sentinel repeated, his patience (not that he had much to begin with) starting to wane. “I am Sentinel Prime of the Elite Guard, and I demand that you tell me your name and affiliation! Are you Bot or Con?”

“Uh, Prime?” Jazz spoke up. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea-”

“Soundwave: Deception,” replied a quiet, raspy voice. It sounded as if it hadn’t been used in stellar cycles.

Once again, Jazz suppressed a shutter, and even Sentinel looked alarmed for a moment. He quickly fixed his expression once again to hide it.

“In that case, you are under arrest,” Sentinel pulled out a pair of stasis cuffs from his subspace, and moved toward the ‘Con. “If you try to resist, it’s going to be a lot worse for you-”

Soundwave smacked the stasis cuffs out of Sentinel’s servos and tilted his head in challenge.

“Why you filthy Decepticon!” Sentinel threw a few punches, but each one was effortlessly blocked. As though he was a bothersome insect instead of a bot, Soundwave picked him up by the neck before slamming him to the ground, ignoring his cry of pain.

“Wh-Where in the Pit did you come from?” Sentinel asked, his vocalizer strained. 

Wordlessly, Soundwave opened a groundbridge a few feet away and started dragging the Autobot in its direction.

“Wait! Where are you taking me?” Sentinel clawed at Soundwave’s grasp but it only caused his grip to become stronger.

“Somewhere, over the rainbow,” a short clip from The Wizard of Oz played from the Decepticon, as if in answer.

“Stop, please!” Sentinel pleaded. “I have a family!”

“You have a family?” Jazz asked.

“Shut up, Jazz,” Sentinel shot him a glare that under normal circumstances would make him cringe, but now just seemed sad. 

Without warning, the ‘Con threw Sentinel into the portal, his screams growing fainter and fainter as it disappeared. 

Soundwave then turned his expressionless helm towards Jazz, as if daring him to challenge him as well.

Instead, Jazz racked his processor to think of something to say that would neither get him sent to Primus knows where or killed brutally.

“So,” he finally said after a few long moments of silence. “You’re into musicals?”

[cybertronian-cupid]

Oh! Requests are open! Do you think you could do smut with TFA lugnut trying to breed his human s/o?

Took a bit of a spin with this one~Gregoria🏩

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"IT WOULD BE THE GREATEST OF HONOURS, IF YOU AGREE TO BEAR THE FUTURE GENERATION OF DECEPTICON WARRIORS." 

Lugnut… oh how could they describe their Lugnut. Passionate, loyal and devoted almost to a fault, a robot with an enormous spark under all of his thick plating. As was his brain module on certain matters. 

"Lugnut, I can't."

His bright optic shutters twice in quick succession. 

"Oh,"

They wave their hands in front of themself, noticing his hulking frame begin to hunch on itself.

“It’s not that I don’t want to! It’s just-” they fumble for words, before gesturing at themself.

He bellows their name, “You are more than worthy of such an important role! As well as deciding to present yourself to the mightiest of the Decepticons, I am ceraint mighty Megatron will-”

“LUGNUT YOU ARE TOO BIG!” they scream, causing him to freeze. He perks up, before remembering the situation has not been magically resolved because his human partner loves him more than his glorious leader. 

“OH,” The optics on the sides of his helm shutter slowly and you can see his main optic dart to the side. He sheepishly clinks his claws together.

“It would appear so.”

“Do you think you can like, have that professor guy whip up a shrink ray or something? Maybe if you were closer to my size-”

“NOT POSSIBLE! I must protect our Lord from traitors and meddlesome autobots!”

“My pistachio nut, I think Lord Megatron is more than capable of protecting himself. He didn’t become your leader from being sheltered by his followers.”

Before their relationship, a statement like that would result in yelling out the accomplishment of his leader for the whole world to hear, until said leader deemed the levels of noise were going to result in the humans spotting them or causing a cave in. They would be squished for such a comment.

At the beginning of their relationship, Lugnut would not spare a moment to not share the moments of glory and tales of victories of the Decepticon leader. And while the professor seemed to grow paler and greener with each story, before ultimately managing to tune the enormous deceptifan out, they somehow found his excitement endearing and found themself asking about it more and more, soon learning that their “Nutty” tends to spill important information in his praising.

Which lead to them becoming a permanent addition, and a human ally to these giant aliens. Not that they mind.

Since Lugnut has spent his share of epics for the day, he instead reluctantly agreed.

“I will see what can be done,”

And yet they were still curious.

“What does it look like?”

“WHAT?”

“Your, errr dick?”

His jaw opens and closes with barely audible clicks.

“You said you want to breed me right? What does the thing look like?”

"Ah, you must mean my spike!"

They can see latches on his pelvis plating move aside, his codpiece tuck itself away as his metal spins and begins extending. Their jaw nears the floor with each passing moment before the absolute behemoth of a thick metal dick extends to its full length.

“Human, is my spike not to your liking?”

They swallow, throat dry, legs shaking. That thing could block the main traffic lane of Detroit with its length. Morbid curiosity has them wonder how he expected they would ever be able to fit around THAT. 

“Oh I like it,” they managed to squeeze out of their throat, eyes counting the ridges and bumps glowing the same strong color as his optics. They lick their lips when it bobs, lights pulsing as a bead of fluid makes its way down his thick head.

Now they just had to see what that felt like.

“Can I touch it? Please? ”

The ground trembles when their partners legs hit the forest floor, a steady stream of the fluid making its way down the shaft. The massive thing finally close enough for them to touch and even with how small their hands were, he moans their name, the mesh and almost silicone like flesh between the heated metal plates shaking under their hands. They scoop some of the liquid in their palm. Looking him in the optic, they begin to lick it off, loudly sucking and moaning around their fingers. He grunts and more liquid spills out, the nearly neon pink splashing on the forest floor.

“What do you call this?” they ask hoisting themself on the head, digging their hands into the gaps to begin grinding against widening slit on his head. They snort when he answers, muttering ‘a little on the nose isn’t it?’, before sticking one hand inside the opening, dragging their fingers over the small bright buttons just under the rim. They don’t have more than a moment to move away before Lugnut screams to heavens and shoots his load at speed and force that would no doubt shoot them to the other side of the forest. They whistle as he pants, and begin riding his still weeping spike, enjoying the sight of metal plates moving, pushing the last of his lubricant in a much more gentle pace out. They need this thing inside them.

“Can’t wait for you to pump me full of that Decepticon glory, I bet I won’t be able to walk at all until the little ones are rolling around the base.”

“I will make sure to exceed your expectations.” he vows, his spike neatly folding back when they slide off, plating shifting and snapping in place. Clean as if nothing happened.

Loud footsteps begin approaching, and they huff, looking down at their soaked clothes. They really hope this will wash off.

[nonbinarybrainstorm]

Hey may I request tfa blitzwing breeding kink if that’s ok

UH ha um hm

If the gods didn’t want me to write sin then they shouldn’t have given me hands

additional: floor sex, size kink, dirty talk, tongue deep throating

“Ju zink I don’t know vhat ju vant?” Blitzwing, as Random purrs into their audial, running his servo down their side as he looms from behind them, “I’ve seen za vay ju have been starring at me. Vhat a naughty sing ju are.”

This had certainly not gone the way they had planned, they certainly hadn’t planned on exposing their attraction, thinking that Blitzwing would never be interested but here they are. When they had tried to make a speedy getaway, Blitzwing had drawn them back in against that powerful frame of his and the sound of his voice was making them feel weak. They can feel his hot vents against their neck as his hand travels low, making them shiver.

“I do need ju to say eet out loud zhough,” Blitzwing teases, “I vant ju villing und begging for my spike. Eez zhat agreeable vith ju?”

“I…” they try to start but then Blitzwing is biting into their shoulder and their mind goes blank for a moment before they continue, “I want you to spike me.”

As soon as the words are out of their mouth, Blitzwing has them bent over on the floor, his massive frame surrounding them completely. He rubs insistently at their panel that they open with a gasp and he’s immediately on them, stroking and rubbing their valve as he turns their head enough to kiss them, greedily swallowing down their moans. Despite his eagerness, he takes his time with them, humming with approval as they grind against his fingers as he pushes one in, just the tip of his digit stretching their valve carefully and pausing at any sign of discomfort. They moan as he finally delves his digit in all the way and drags it out slowly. He’s so big compared to them it takes time for him to work two of his fingers into them, pushing in and out slowly, his other hand rubbing their thigh soothingly.

“Ju are so tight,” Blitzwing, as Icy moans into their audial and laughs a little, “I hope zhat I can fit.”

Sliding his fingers out, he leans back up so he can see their wet valve as he lines up his to their entrance and pushes the head of his spike into them making them cry out at the stretch. He pauses there, waiting for them to adjust, as they pant below him, only continuing when they start pushing themself further onto his spike. Inch by inch, he presses into them, stretching their valve wide while they helplessly moan beneath him. He leans back down over them, thrusting shallowly, moaning lowly against their audial.

“Vell, look at zhat,” he chuckles, almost sounding nervous and chokes off a groan, “Eet fits.”

They shudder beneath him as they run a hand over their stomach and can just feel the stretch of his spike beneath their plating and whimper at the thought of him filling them up. He continues on, his thrusts painfully slow and all they can do is pant and moan.

“Blitzwing,” their voice is breathy and heady with lust, “Y-you’re going to fill me up, right?”

Blitzwing makes a choked off sound and his hips stutter making them cry out in surprise.

“Eef-eef zhat eez vhat ju vant,” he stutters out and his spike pushes into them at a rougher pace and they dig their fingers into the floor, leaving shallow gouges in their wake.

“I want you to,” they gasp and he thrusts a little faster, a little harder, their valve making obscene sounds every time he pushes in, “I want to feel you overload in me. I want every bit of transfluid you can give me.”

He thrusts hard into them and they cry out, the movement pushing them into the ground and he pauses with his spike seated to the hilt in them. They writhe on his spike, barely able to move under his frame or around his spike that’s stretching them so wide.

“Ju…” he vents in deep and lets it out all at once, “Ju are going to make me lose control.”

“Please,” they whine, “I want it… I want your sparkling.”

His hips stutter and his spike twitches, still deeply hilted in them as they gasp and cover their mouth, their optics going wide at the confession. Before they can try to retract their words, a long tongue runs over their neck and the powerful engines behind them rumble deeply, all the way through Blitzwing’s spike making them gasp. He rubs over their stomach fondly and turns their head so his glossa can slip past their lips and down their intake until his lips meet theirs. They shutter their optics and moan around it. As he drags it from their intake, they curl their lips around his glossa and pant after it’s fully free from their mouth.

He purrs against their audial and whispers, “Zhen ju vill have zhem.”

He draws his spike slowly out of them then slams back in and gradually speeds up until he’s slamming into them, rocking into their very core. They meet every thrust as best as they can but, really, all the control is in Blitzwing’s servos, his strength so obvious and overwhelming. He’s so gentle with them even as he takes them with his large spike, so loving, the perfect mate. They cry out as they overload, pulling him with them, hot transfluid spilling into their valve pushing them even further over the edge until they’re sobbing from the force of their overload. Blitzwing runs a hand over their stomach, feeling the slight bump in their plating and they can feel him shudder in pleasure. Slowly, he pulls his spike out completely and they groan as they feel his transfluid gush from their valve and vent shakily.

When they’ve recovered somewhat, they carefully shift to their side and look back up at Blitzwing who’s reverted back to Icy and say, “Maybe… we could go again?”

Blitzwing stares at them as he vents heavily and lets his head hang down and whispers, “Frag.”

[deepfriedhopesanddreams]

Some more doodles for @blitzy-blitzwing

[marinersubmariner]

I watched The Rise of Skywalker again. But here’s a curveball for you!

Things I Like in The Rise of Skywalker

Babu Frik

The dead speak!

The little GPS in the wayfinder is so cute

The descent into the underworld on Exegol

Threepio is actually really funny the whole time. Although if you’re supposed to be emotional about “taking one last look at my friends” it does not work at all since Poe in particular is never not a total asshole to him. But maybe Threepio just thinks being an asshole is how everyone expresses friendship given his history with R2 and like... every other character

The music in the Tatooine scene is beautiful, it has a deep sense of melancholy to it that resonates with how I feel at that point in the movie

Rey staring up at the lightning on Exegol, as the shot flies out into the stars it gives a very good hypnotic effect that really sells the Force meditation

“General.” “General.”

Lightspeed skipping is dumb and way too frantic but it looks neat, I like seeing weird new places however briefly

Babu Frik

Ben Solo lightsaber behind the back exhale

Funnily enough I never liked Han’s “shoot without looking” move in TFA, it’s very tryhard “look how cool Han is” superhero bullshit... but I love Ben repeating it here, just because it’s a small moment that really quickly and obviously conveys SOLO, in addition to Ben’s confident decisiveness in his True Form

.......just Ben Solo

Rey and Zorii and “I care.” That lightsaber vs. blaster standoff pose is cool and reminds me a little of Mando and Cara with their blasters on the ground while Baby Yoda sips soup

Babu Frik

WEDGE

When Rey chops the wing off Kylo’s TIE and it wobbles really stupidly before it crashes, it makes me laugh. There’s like a Three Stooges woob woob woob playing in my head

Those little fennec fox looking things in that one establishing shot on Pasaana. CREATURES!!! TLJ is the only one of these movies that really went for prominent incidental creatures with the porgs and vulptex and I love shit like that for worldbuilding

Finn holding the lightsaber in the snake cave. Finn and Rey and Ben all using the same lightsaber.............. I’m fine

Rey using Chewie’s bowcaster

D-O’s “no thank you” (although I liked this a lot better before I knew it was JJ doing the voice. Now I mostly hear JJ which is a bummer)

The lightsaber hand-off is still the very best. Objects passing through the Force bond culminating in Rey and Ben using that to be TRICKSTERS. Friendship is magic

Babu Frik

The Luke and Leia flashback feels so old school EU, it makes me happy. Their outfits, the atmosphere, and the glow of the lightsabers are all really good

The little shutter flaps on Rey’s lightsaber emitter

Finn wearing Han-style pants with the stripe down the side

That lens flared close-up of Ben’s face in the Pasaana desert....... seeing Ben in full sunlight............ it’s... nice..........

Rey conjuring Force lightning is cool

The leap over the TIE is also very cool

“I’ll come tell you.” sassy

There’s always that one dude at the board meeting who has to trash talk the evil wizards. They never learn

Our lord and savior Babu Frik

“The daughter of Vader” and “the Princess of Alderaan”

SHE WAS IN MY QUARTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When Kylo picks up the wayfinder in the Death Star throne room and Rey immediately ignites her lightsaber, the way he then drops his hand in exasperation at her instant hostility is so funny

The aerial shot of the Knights of Ren standing on a rock doing nothing. Amazing

Falcon thrusters into the Star Destroyer hangar and Kylo hanging on while everybody else gets blown over

OCEAN MOON. I have a whole thing about water and rain in Star Wars, mostly because of Kamino. I just like water. And its relation to Rey as a child of the desert, and water as life and the ocean as a journey into tumult and darkness and discovery. I like that we had snow in TFA and water here and how it counters Episode 3 and Mustafar. Those giant waves are rad

Rey climbing in wreckage

Dumb anime Force jumps

Melting Palpatine is gruesome but I kinda like it. Also really like him dangling from a robot arm

The surprise on Ben’s face when Rey heals him and the surprise on Rey’s face when Ben heals her................... elmofire.gif

THEY’RE ENEMIES AND THEY’RE SOULMATES WHOSE METAPHYSICAL CONNECTION MANIFESTS PHYSICALLY IN A CONTINUOUS FEEDBACK LOOP OF VIOLENT AND GENTLE RECIPROCITY AND THEY DESTROY AND REGENERATE AND GROW INTO THEIR TRUEST SELVES

Not only Ben’s smile but his little laugh fuckfuckfuckfuckkcuffjjffhfgffff

“Ow.”

Babu Frik the one true king

[monty-madam-witch]

8. (Transformers) 18. 27. 35. ?

8. Top 10 Transformers: Oh lords, ummmm.... I'm just going to range them from personalities I admire the most: 1. TFP Optimus 2. IDW Megatron 3. IDW Rodimus 4. IDW Cyclonus 5. Beast Wars Dinobot 6. TFP Bulkhead 7. TFA Jazz 8. TFA Prowl 9. RB Blades 10. IDW Krok ((IDW Soundwave is in a different tier of his own))

18. Phobia: Trypophibia; the fear of compact abnormal holes, for me its particularly in the skin. (I looked it up to see if I was spelling it right and shouted a curse and shut my eyes closed at immediately being greeted with images *shutters*) and Philophobia; the fear of falling in love

27. First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive: Oh god, is it bad that I immediately think of IDW Megatron?? 😆 Alright, an actual celebrity I think of when I hear "attractive" is André René Roussimoff; aka Andre the giant. I love big guys, but not the types you see with a six-pack and stubble like what you see on cologne magazines; I'm talkin' big but toned middles that happen to be attached to a gentle giant.

35. Have you ever danced in front of your mirror: Every. Single. DAY. I have ADHD, so when my creative juices mix with my hyperactivity, I just go to the living room, put on my music with my bluetooth ear buds, and watch my long hair sway in the TV reflection while I get all the dancin'-queen-need out of me.

[thewildwaffle]

Empurata TFA Optimus AU

AU idea from @nekonokami23 that you can check out here

I’m just adding for funsies:

When Soundwave was trying to reprogram the Autobots, he took especial interest in their empurata leader. It was not too uncommon a practice for the council to punish criminals or those they deemed a threat to their power with empurata, but it was rare indeed to see the victim retain their allegiance to the Autobot symbol.

Why? After the atrocities that had been endured- the cruelty he must have suffered- why did he even now continue to resist the Decepticons?

Soundwave poured everything he could into his music. Doubt, anger, betrayal, the thirst for revenge. There was no way the Autobot could hold on to his foolish loyalty, right?

Chord after chord, he didn’t seem to waver. Impossible! Soundwave double-checked his readouts again to make sure his optics weren’t seeing things.

Sure enough, the reprogramming was not taking. The Autobot’s processor even seemed to be rejecting it, fighting back. How was this possible?

Soundwave entered the feedback of the reprogramming protocol. The virtual world the prime was currently trapped in materialized around him. The bot in question kneeled in front of him, clearly in distress, his claws gripped around his head.

“Submit, Autobot. Resistance: futile. Your loyalty to Autobot cause: misplaced. Redesignation as Decepticon: superior.”

The Autobot, Optimus pulled up his designation, hardly looked at him. Instead, he lowered one clawed servo and stared at it with a half-closed optic. “How?... How could they… do this to me? I never meant… I didn’t deserve this.”

“Affirmative. Autobots: cruel and inferior.”

Optimus didn’t respond, but instead completely shuttered his optic. He was trembling now.

“Optimus!” a small voice surprised both the Autobot and Soundwave. Curse that half-organic! She was going to ruin everything unless Soundwave put a stop to her!

“Optimus, don’t listen to him! He’s trying to trick you! He’s gonna…”

Soundwave pulled out of the feedback and looked around for the real-world cybernetic human in question. He would make sure she never interfered with his plans again.

“Laserbeak: Eject. Operation: search and destroy.”

Laserbeak transformed and took to the air. With a quick scan, he found the intruder trying to pull the plug at the base of the medical berth the real Optimus lay on. Sari screamed as Laserbeak’s shadow engulfed her, but before he could fire a blast, blue claws seized the robotic condor.

“Don’t you touch her!” Optimus pushed and pulled at Laserbeak’s wings, forcing him to transform back into a guitar alt-form. “Sari! Are you alright?”

“I’m fine! Kick his butt, Optimus!”

Single blue optic met and locked with red visor.

“You got one thing right Soundwave, what they did to me was wrong, but you got something wrong too.” “And what is that?”

“They aren’t the Autobot code. Freedom and protecting life, all life, is,” he glanced down at where Sari was still hiding. She smiled up at him before he looked back to Soundwave. “And as an Autobot, I will protect this planet and its lifeforms from you and any Decepticon that dares threaten it.”

With a wide stroke, Optimus plucked a deafening chord on Laserbeak’s strings, throwing Soundwave through the wall with a concussive audio blast.

[eve-of-halloween]

Post war sparklings

Well, one post-war sparkling I have for you is Shutter’s future wife Beatdown! Beatdown is the youngest daughter of Lugnut and Strika! Shutter and her met at a secret fight club and it was love at first ass-kicking.

It was the first time Beatdown got roughed up that bad, especially coming from a scrawny mech like Shutter. But Shutter got her sire, Bumblebee’s feral spite. There was no stopping her! Shutter works as a photographer/journalist and Beatdown runs a gym/boxing ring.

[theblackstarsaga]

(Pictured: Initial Military Variation of a DST-203 Gillmer)

Gillmers, or DST-203 was first marketed by DECITRIX CYBERNETICS in 2388 designed by Techframe pioneer Louise Stromare. There were at least 3 Major Variations, The first two were Mining and Military models that utilized the same drive frame system and included many of the hallmarks that have come to define the Gillmer in the minds of techframe enthusiasts.

TFA, Terrestrial Flight Association released a limited series of personal shuttles which utilized surplus Gillmer engines in 2408. The lawsuit over proprietary rights is considered one of the major contributors to TFA shuttering the doors of most of its factories in 2410.

The Military models were made in limited numbers but the Plasma Grenade modules which were already produced by a Cygnette Subsidiary were produced in greater numbers in 2418 when Cygnette purchased DECITRIX. This was the same year that produced the Q Model Gillmer (If you’ve found a Gillmer that’s still functioning despite age its more than likely a Q Model).

The Q Models were named after Tristan Quinn, a Cygnette Engineer who overhauled the Techframe for modern specs and a complete redesign of the famous Gill-vent engines. These are the most widely used, though some older models still made it out through discounted surplus sales conducted by Cygnette in the early 2420s. Q Model Gillmers are notable for having thinner armor and smaller toepads (the older models were most notable for the gripping system which was used everywhere from mining to construction to military reconnoitering). Cygnette attempted to smooth out the design and Quinn, a young person himself, was very much in love with the idea of making it more streamlined and hip for a new generation.

(Pictured: The Q Model)

Old school enthusiasts often relayered the armor on these Q Models in order to beef it up for the sort of look or purpose that everyone knew the model for during the Decitrix days. Louise Stromare called the Q Model an “Flaccid vanity project which relies upon the stake of the Gillmer name to hoist it up to the masses. More proof, if you want it, that Cygnette’s systematic destruction of a competitive marketplace has doomed quality and innovation.”