#trailbreaker lives

[steelthroat]

You know, unless I need to write something specific I think I will always ignore canon deaths when writing idw-related ff.

Because I can.

Because I don't care about tf death, they are all immortal to me. I need my characters to interact and end their storylines. Yes that character died in issue #34 and that one in #99 and they never even saw each other once in the entire run....

But what if they did 😃

[revelboo]

Ooooooooh... I usually don't have many thoughts about prowl, just never paid much attention to him, but your posts make it so hard to feel normal about him I think you've awaken something in me, help!!!

He’s pretty fun to write as a jerk

Stand Too Close Pt 3

Prowl x Reader

• Like a sparkling sulking, you’re avoiding him and that’s fine. There’s always reports to work up, his task list a living thing that’s always growing. Except he can’t focus, rereading the same paragraph over and over. It’s the silence, he realizes in frustration. Somehow he’s gotten used to the soft sounds of you wandering about on his desk being a nuisance. Touching things just to annoy him. How did you become white noise that he needs to focus? Shoving up from his desk, he vents. How far could you have gotten?

• Only halfway listening as Bumblebee talks about a potential energon mine to two other Autobots, you lean into Bee’s hand to savor how warm he is. And there’s no angry tension here. Unlike the jerk you’d been stuck with, these guys seem to be friends. Joking and laughing. Occasionally remembering you and asking a question so you’re involved in the conversation. Listening to them, your thoughts turn unwillingly to Prowl. There’s never any other Cybertronians coming to visit him. No one joking with him, because apparently it’s not just xenophobia. He’s just a jerk to everyone and they all avoid him. It should be funny, but it doesn’t quite sit right somehow. Always alone. Always angry. Realizing you feel kind of bad for him only annoys you.

• It’s not like he hadn’t known that temperatures optimal for Cybertronians are too cold for humans. He’d heard Wheeljack mention it to Sideswipe once in passing, the young bot pestering for information on humans. Seeming fascinated when Wheeljack mentions that his will curl against him because he’s always warmer than they are, seeking his body heat constantly. You’ve never willingly came to him, though, and he’d not really thought much of it. Maybe the cold hadn’t bothered you. But thinking about it, he has seen you shivering before. Never complaining about it, just glaring at him whenever you notice him watching you. Cold and unwilling to approach him.

• Apparently, you just hate him more than you want to be warm, because there you are. Bumblebee’s laid his arm on the table, palm cupped slightly as he talks to Hound and Trailbreaker. And you’re sitting in the younger scout’s palm, leaning into his servos and his warmth. It shouldn’t bother him, the dislike is mutual and has been since he accidentally clipped you. He didn’t want to be stuck with you and, as you’re so fond of pointing out, he ruined your life. It shouldn’t bother him. Definitely shouldn’t light through him in a furious wash of what can’t possibly be jealousy. Almost absently, Bumblebee curls a servo to stroke down your arm and you relax further in the grip. Expression relaxed, not angry for once. He’s never seen you like that.

• “Bumblebee.” No, not yet. Groaning at that too familiar voice, you look over at the same time Bumblebee does and there’s Prowl, those optics pure ice as he just stares at you in Bee’s palm. “Thank you for watching over the human,” Prowl growls the words, sounding almost like they’re catching in his throat and he’s definitely mad. Fantastic. Fidgeting, Bumblebee looks almost unsure as Prowl holds out a hand in demand. Like he isn’t sure he should hand you over. Sighing, you grab one of his servos to pull yourself up and walk to the edge of the table waiting to be snatched up too roughly, because you made him come look for you. It’s a surprise when he lays his hand down instead, asking you wordlessly to come to him willingly. His expression is still tight with anger when you glance up before relenting. Maybe he just doesn’t want to yell at you here in front of witnesses.

• He flexes his servos as you climb into his palm and sit down so he can lift you. Eyes on his palm, your little shoulders hunch as he begins to walk. “Well?” You ask, sounding tired. Shifting his palm slowly once he’s out of sight of the others, he cups it and your little frame against his chassis the way he’s seen Wheeljack do. You don’t relax against him, though, slapping a palm against him and pushing at him like you think he’s trying to crush you. You really do hate him. It doesn’t bother him. It doesn’t.

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[tarnishedpeonies]

New WIP, after June is over, of course! 😅

Lost my job and all the baggage that went with it last week. Promised myself to art at least once a day until I'm ready for the job hunt again. Abstract watercolor hijinks for now.

[toomanybrainrots]

Heeeeyyyy I got my house back from it being burnt (I live in a cardboard box now) anyways could I mayhaps get a Oneshot of the M!minibot reader x Trailbreaker please? That’s all hope ur having a good day :]

I question your decisions, anon. Anyways, I hope this one shot is to your liking

Warning(s)/content: Male reader, reader is referred to with male pronouns, mech and/or male adjacent things

Trailbraker’s small husband

You let out a sigh as you made your way to the medbay, on your way to get your conjunx out of there. He had snuck in, got startled, and his safe bubble activated, form what you had been told by First Aid.

Thankfully, the “safe bubble”’s time was almost up. Now, you were going to pick him up.

As you walked into the medbay, you’re met by Trailbreaker, curled into a ball and in his safe bubble. Once he looks up and sees you, he rose to his pedes and surges forward “Sweetspark! You’re here!”

“Of course I am.” You say as you get closer to the barrier, putting a hand on it. “You need to stop sneaking in here.”

Trailbreaker atleast had the decency to look sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll try,” he put his hand on the barrier, right where your hand was. Compared to his hand, yours was so small, just reaching his knuckles. “For you.”

You let a small smile curl on your lips right as the barrier pops and dissipates. As soon as it does, Trailbreaker curls his fingers to interlock with your hand, and you do the same.

“Now, how about we head out? My treat.” You let out a sigh as soon as those words come out of his mouth. What will you do with his mech…

[novafire-is-thinking]

Round One is ready!

Results will be recorded on this Google Sheet.

It is recommended that you vote on ALL of the matches, but it’s not required. If you don’t know who someone is, TFwiki is your best friend. Or you can just vote based on vibe. That works too.

This round will run for 24 hours. I will post round two the following day unless a tiebreaker is needed.

For current and future followers who want to be notified when poll updates and new rounds go live, don’t worry about getting spammed with my non-poll post and reblog notifications if you have alerts on. I found a way around it.

Cyclonus vs. Hound ✧ Dominus Ambus vs. Cerebros

Censere vs. Getaway ✧ Megatron vs. Broadside

Maccadam vs. Rung ✧ Thunderhowl vs. Predaking

Whirl vs. Kup ✧ Tracks vs. Froid

Meteorfire vs. Hubcap ✧ Tyrest vs. Alpha Trion

Flatline vs. Blurr ✧ Topspin vs. Misfire

Dai Atlas vs. Dinobot ✧ Ratchet vs. Grimlock

Rodimus Prime vs. Hook ✧ Cheetor vs. Pharma

Star Saber vs. Hardhead ✧ Thrust vs. Smokescreen

Blackout vs. Heatwave ✧ Hardshell vs. Slingshot

Vos vs. Wasp ✧ Chase vs. Helex

Knockout vs. Silverbolt ✧ Powerglide vs. Grapple

Nemesis Prime vs. Optimus Primal ✧ Drift vs. Skyquake

High Tide vs. Beachcomber ✧ Motormaster vs. Rampage

Fireflight vs. Fracas ✧ Doubledealer vs. Quickstrike

Huffer vs. Breakdown ✧ Ten vs. Tarn

Snarl vs. Boulder ✧ Shockwave vs. Sentinel Prime

Cosmos vs. Sunstorm ✧ Crankcase vs. Trepan

Bluestreak vs. Windcharger ✧ Scrapper vs. Skids

Long Haul vs. Ambulon ✧ Dreadwing vs. Soundblaster

Optimus Prime vs. Riptide ✧ Soundwave vs. Cliffjumper

Metroplex vs. Bonecrusher ✧ Sideswipe vs. Barricade

Depth Charge vs. Brimstone ✧ Offroad vs. Ultra Magnus

Scavenger vs. Rattrap ✧ Starscream vs. Afterburner

Rewind vs. Brawl ✧ Hot Shot vs. Tesarus

Wheeljack vs. Blades ✧ Thunderclash vs. Kaon

Astrotrain vs. Wildrider ✧ Blaster vs. Lockdown

Fulcrum vs. Swoop ✧ Blitzwing vs. Dead End

Warpath vs. First Aid ✧ Perceptor vs. Ramjet

Mirage vs. Bumblebee ✧ Chromedome vs. Sunstreaker

Tailgate vs. Overlord ✧ Jazz vs. Sludge

Prowl vs. Slug ✧ Swerve vs. Brawn

Deathsaurus vs. Springer ✧ Skyfire vs. Sunder

Air Raid vs. Spinister ✧ Terrorsaur vs. Bulkhead

Seaspray vs. Kickback ✧ Guzzle vs. Runamuck

Tarantulas vs. Trailbreaker ✧ Rhinox vs. Ferak

Red Alert vs. Thundercracker ✧ Fortress Maximus vs. Lugnut

Impactor vs. Dirge ✧ Wing vs. Mixmaster

Brainstorm vs. Skydive ✧ Nightbeat vs. Inferno

Gears vs. Hoist ✧ Runabout vs. Drag Strip

Sky-Byte vs. Scorponok ✧ Swindle vs. Tigatron

[lets-try-some-writing]

Ghostly Boredom

Optimus gave himself to the well, restoring life to Cybertron and ending his life in the living realm. He expected to join the Allspark or perhaps go to the realm of the Primes. He did not expect to find himself standing beside the well mere moments after it was restored to functionality... as a ghost.

He quickly found he couldn't interact with the living realm in any real capacity. He could walk straight through surfaces if he wanted and hover in the air if he didn't feel like walking. When he was feeling particularly emotional he could even gain just enough influence to cause the air around him to become warmer marginally. But beyond that he had no influence. This caused him a great deal of distress at first, especially as he watched his team mourn for him and could do nothing to comfort them. For weeks all he did was try and desperately attempt to communicate with them and wipe away their tears as they wept for his passing and all the others who had fallen. It tore him to pieces to be unable to so much as whisper to them or even allow them to feel his presence.

With time and after years of not being able to interact with others, his carefully cultivated composure fell away without anyone to keep up appearances for. More than once he screamed into the void, desperate to be heard, to be felt, to be seen. He raged, he raved, and slowly but surely his Primely persona slipped away back into his base nature, that of the archivist Orion Pax. As the years passed and his team moved on, Optimus's whirl of emotional outrage calmed. He grew to accept his circumstances and seeing as there was nothing he could do to aid his team or the newsparks that came from the well, he sat back and observed.

In the end he watched his team, his family, slowly move on all while he cheered for them.

He stood by Ratchet watching on as his friend first fell deep into depression and then gradually regained a sense of purpose, assisting in the rebuilding of Cybertron. He smiled widely as Arcee and Smokescreen worked together to re-establish the elite guard, healing from their respective traumas together. He practically glowed with pride as Bumblebee came into his own and joined the ranks of the law enforcers. He observed Ultra Magnus, Bulkhead, and Wheeljack endeavor to use their skills to repair their shattered world with no small amount of joy. And when he was sure of their circumstances, he even followed Knockout as an unseen spectator as the medic struggled to fit into the new society rising up around him.

Optimus came to find that he preferred following Knockout more so than his team simply because it hurt too much to be around them for long. He couldn't bear to stand idly by and be unable to speak with his closest loved ones. Such instances of him staying with them for too long led him to grow depressed. As such he enjoyed Knockout's company even if the former Decepticon didn't know he was there. The medic made humorous remarks even when alone and tended to always act in such a way that the part of Optimus that was Orion found it to be entertaining. He took to making snarky remarks, a habit he picked up from hanging around Knockout too much, to keep himself entertained as pain, rage, and worry faded into boredom.

He found himself taking to floating around Knockout as the medic went about his day and talked to himself all about the daily gossip. This woke the archivist in Optimus and soon enough he too was always eager for the details of the happenings in social circles he didn't know or care for.

Knockout: Primus! Trailbreaker did not!

Optimus: *floating nearby trying to read over Knockout's shoulder* What did he do this time? He better not have fallen of a bridge agian trying to perform some stupid stunt.

Knockout: I can't believe he fell of a bridge for the fifth time this month trying to do a flip in alt-mode!

Optimus: *very much invested* He did NOT! Did he tear a transformation seam like last time too?

Knockout: He even tore a transformation seam! If I were his medic I would destroy his finish!

Optimus: He absolutely deserves it. Now don't leave me hanging. Did Brainstorm also blow up his lab again or not?

Optimus developed a relationship of sorts with Knockout, albeit one only known to him. He would spent a majority of his time tailing the medic just to have something to do. And when not doing that he would follow one of his team and make commentary on whatever it was they were doing.

This continued for several more years as he grew more and more bored. Any elegance he had developed as Prime was pushed aside in favor of mocking and criticizing everyone just to stay sane. However as his team continued to move on, Knockout steadily grew more on Optimus, and Cybertron continued to build up around him, the Prime found himself alienated even more so than he already was. He hated watching his home be restored and be unable to interact with anything. And while he tried to eliminate the feeling by mapping out the rebuilt cities and wandering the restored archives to read over some archivist's shoulder, he grew tired of that too after a time. And so to clear his helm a bit, he went in search of Megatron.

A perk of being a ghost was that he didn't need to hunt mecha down through the usual means. He merely needed to reach out for them mentally and he would find himself before them. So this is exactly what he did, soon finding himself on a desolate rock where Megatron sat glaring off into the distance.

Optimus: So this is what you have been doing for nearly two decades? Rather pathetic. Not at all like the revolutionary and warlord I knew.

Megatron: *whipping around* What the ever loving FRAG!??!?

Optimus: ... well, scrap

The Prime came to discover that Megatron of all mecha could see him. And as if a switch had been flipped, Optimus made it his life mission to be as irritating as possible until Megatron got up off his aft to do something about his previous poor life decisions. There was only one mech that he knew that could see him and Optimus had no intention of wasting that.

Megatron: Will you shut up!? You weren't nearly this irritating before or after becoming Prime!

Optimus: *bellowing cotton eye joe on loop* WHERE DID YOU COME FROM, WHERE DID YOU GO! WHERE DID YOU COME FROM COTTON EYE JOE!

Megtron: For Primus's sake, shove it or i'll-

Optimus: Do what? Kill me? Too late for that I am afraid. Now are you going to get up off your aft to go fix things or what?

Megatron: ...

Optimus: *getting ready to sing the song that never ends*

Megatron: FRAGGING FINE!

His mission of being the biggest pain possible to force his nemesis to go redeem himself complete, Optimus followed Megatron to Cybertron just to ensure he actually went about making a change. Then once Megatron reassured everyone that 'no, I don't intend to kill you all', the former warlord got to work with restoration, even taking up a place in the archives to give the Decepticon side of the war to the new archivists working there.

Pleased, Optimus decided to go to earth for some fresh scenery... only to find the fragging fallen looming there. And so panicked beyond belief he hurried back to Cybertron and exerted every ounce of willpower he had to call upon the only other mecha with a bond to him strong enough to possibly allow them to see him. He went to his sparkling.

Using the memorial pool he directed Bee to earth as best as he was able and then watched on with increasing exasperation as his charge somehow managed to frag up a simple task so royally Optimus almost considered just going to get Megatron. He watched on as Bumblebee managed to get himself, his partner, and a random troublemaker stuck on earth. Then he watched as Bee picked up more companions, including an actual dinobot, a flier, a samurai, and his minicons. And then he got second hand embarrassment every other minute as he was forced to watch Bee struggle to figure out a leadership style. More than once he wished he didn't phase through things just so he could bang his helm on the wall.

However if nothing else he gained great amusement from watching Bee's companions do ridiculous scrap. Optimus came to enjoy mocking Sideswipe more than any of the others, constantly making remarks on his bad form and offering up sarcastic and deadpan advice even though he couldn't be heard. He also found it hilarious to confuse the minicons as they were a suspicious duo who tried and failed to convince Bee's team that they were being haunted. For the pure chaos of it, Optimus exerted his influence around the minicons whenever he was able, even managing to make ominous whispers and throw a rock once. He found it hilarious to watch the minicons feverishly try to prove that he was there, especially when they got Fixit involved.

Optimus also developed a habit of commenting on everything and anything Bee did, throwing out his critiques and groaning in mixed embarrassment and irritation as he watched Bee fumble around with leadership. He also regularly took to floating above the scrapyard to look down upon Bee and his team, usually wishing for a cube of energon to sip from as he watched them with a fond irritation. But by far Optimus's favorite thing to do was follow around the human boy that Bee's team resided alongside. The boy hardly read his books, but when he did Optimus was always there to read over his shoulder anxiously.

Optimus: *leaning over Russell* Fascinating. I didn't know your ancestors created glue in such a manner.

Russell: Ugh, this is so boring.

Optimus: Wait don't stop! Keep reading child!

Russell: This is stupid, I'll read it later.

Optimus: NO, Child please! Finish the chapter at least! I need to know what happens next!

Russell: *closes the book with a snap* Forget this!

Optimus: *angry screeching* ITS BeEN ThReE mOnTHS!! JUST FINISH THE BOOK!

Optimus spent all his time hanging around hoping that Bee and his team would be able to face the threat that was on its way. He most certainly did not expect to be pulled into the realm of the Primes and tossed into an actual frame again empowered by his newly returned Matrix and the sparks of his fellow Primes.

He did not adjust well to suddenly being able to interact with the world again.

[planet-of-the-machines]

Aftermath

It’s been a few hours, and everyone in my class is fine. The outpost did not fall. None of us were injured too severely, though Cliffjumper tried to fight one of the Disassembly Drones and lost an arm. 

Apparently, Mr. Doorman’s daughter was let outside early this morning for an assignment (Mr. Vernon has refused to elaborate), and the first door jammed part way open after she left. That would be bad enough on its own, but then the young lady accidentally led three Murder Drones to our outpost. 

Fun fact: the ventilation system is laid out in a way that allows the bastards to circumvent the other two doors. 

The situation's been resolved, but many are on edge. However, we’ve managed to contain the three Murder Drones. Dr. Ratchet seems eager to finally get a look at how they tick. 

-Trailbreaker

He said he wasn’t going to do a live autopsy on them, Trailbreaker. Too big of a risk they’ll react violently and break containment. The most the doctor’s going to do is do a metallurgical spectrometric scan [[AN: basically a X-Ray]] to get a layout of their skeletal frames and organ positions. After that, Prowl’s likely going to interrogate them. 

Even so, we’ve already learned a bit about the MDs. They can talk, for one, but one of them doesn’t seem to be so Hellbent on eating the outpost for dinner. From what we can tell, he takes it more as a job than something to relish in. 

But at what cost did we learn this little? The lives of 15 WDF members, and possibly a civilian? The rest of the outpost is breathing a huge sigh of relief, but Mr. Doorman’s daughter– her name is Uzi –is in critical condition. The poor girl was mauled and is in the ER right now. Ratchet told Khan- who told me -that he's done everything he could, but it’s doubtful she’ll live through the day.

She’s not free of blame for what happened, of course, but neither am I. 

Uzi came by the archives yesterday looking for something to power some kind of weapon. A “railgun,” she called it. Apparently it blew up in her face when she tried demonstrating what it could do in class, and she needed something more stable. After that, she told me she was going to go outside and test it on one of the Disassembly Drones. I was all for building something that could actually end this siege, but she’s not a soldier. She’s not even graduated high school yet. I tried to dissuade her from going out there by herself, but as the events of the past few hours showed, Uzi didn’t listen. 

Now look where that’s gotten us. The fact that she survived her encounter with the Disassembly Drones is a miracle in itself, to say nothing of the fact that we’ve detained three of them. I hope she survives this, but if she does, she’ll need to think long and hard about her actions. 

And God only knows what her father is feeling right now.

-OP

[artsy-hobbitses]

In terms of who will let you live, if you are dumb enough to start a fight.

Which bots/ cons will kick, stomp or murder your ass?

Assuming this is an actual fight with actual stakes.

No-Kill Policy: Rung, OP, Bumblebee, Jazz, Ultra Magnus/Minimus Ambus, LightBright, Blurr, Wheeljack, Trailbreaker, Swerve, Hotspot, Sludge

They said No-Kill, they didn't say No Kneecaps: First Aid, Windblade, HotRod, Soundwave, Blaster, Nautica, Skids, Groove, Streetwise, Swoop, Thundercracker, Rumble/Frenzy

There is MASSIVE spectrum between 'No Kill' and 'Murder', and I'll make sure you feel all of it: Ratchet, Sideswipe, Hound, Chromia Ravage, Laserbeak, Ironhide, Steeljaw, Snarl, Strongarm, Springer, Impactor,

You won't live to regret it: Megatron, Grimlock, Slag, Prowl, Mirage, Perceptor (Sniper phase), Ramhorn, Arcee, Kup, Blades, Whirl, Skywarp, Barricade, Drift

You will live to regret it: Tarn, Shockwave, Sunstreaker, Starscream, Brainstorm

[lightandspark]

Headcanons for rooming arrangements in the Nemesis and Ark for a AU.

Solos:

Optimus

Ultra Magnus

Rodimus

Blaster

Springer

Fort Max

Kup

Ironhide

Thunderclash

Windblade

Pyra Magna

Wheeljack

Perceptor

Skyfire

Silverbolt

Hot Spot

Scattershot

Rung

Whirl (for the safety of everyone else…)

Couples who share a room/roommates but romance~:

Ratchet and Drift

Jazz and Prowl

Inferno and Red Alert

Mirage and Hound

Tailgate and Cyclonus

Greenlight and Arcee + Gauge

Jumpstream and Dust Up

Lightspeed and Afterburner

Alana and Seaspray

Roommates:

Bumblebee and Blurr

Sideswipe and Smokescreen

Tracks and Sunstreaker (BAD IDEA)

Bluestreak and Brainstorm

Powerglide and Warpath

Trailbreaker and Cerebros

Beachcomber and Sandstorm

Scrounge and Cosmos

Lightbright and Glyph

Velocity and Nautica

Manta Ray and Leadfoot

Firestar and Road Rage

Flare Up and Rosanna

Swerve and Skids

Grapple and Hoist

Nightbeat and Roadhandler

Brawn and Tap Out

Rewind and Highbrow

Eject and Hardhead

Air Raid and Slingshot

Skydive and Fireflight

First Aid and Streetwise

Groove and Blades

Strafe and Nosecone

Skyburst and Stormclash and Rust Dust

Minerva and Lancer

Huffer and Cliffjumper

Bulkhead and Hot Shot

The Dinobots sleep wherever they want, also the rest of The Wreckers as well as the wreckers never sit too long to stay.

The Maximals come by as well; Optimus Primal and Dinobot, Airazor and Tigatron, BW Silverbolt and Blackarachnia, & Rattrap, Rhinox and Botanica each share rooms together and they are couples. Cheetor usually bunks in with Bumblebee and Blurr OR with Rodimus.

…

Solo:

Megatron

Starscream

Soundwave

Shockwave

Blitzwing

Sky Byte

Nightbird

Glit

Onslaught

Astrotrain

(Deadlock) (Until he bailed and conjunxed with Ratchet.)

(Cyclonus) (Until he bailed, rumour has it that Tailgate seduced him.)

Slipstream

Sunstorm (for the safety of everyone else… he is too hot.)

Shadow Striker

Hun Gurr

Arachnid (for the safety of everyone else)

Couples who share a room/roommates but romance~:

Megaempress and Flowspade

Knockout and Breakdown

Needlenose and Horri Bull

Exhaust and Loud Pedal

Trickdiamond and Lockdown (They aren’t really together… they are fragging and wanted the benefits if having a nice suite.)

Cons4Eva and Crankcase (Crankcase saved Cons4Eva from Shockwave.)

Roommates:

Thundercracker and Rumble

Skywarp and Frenzy

Misfire and Fulcrum

Octane and Sparkstalker

Flamewar and Thunderblast (BAD IDEA)

Spinister and Krok

Swindle and Hardtop

Vortex, Brawl and Blast Off (Blast Off WISHED he had his own room.)

Wildrider, Dead End, and Drag Strip

Moonheart and Lunaclub

Ion Storm, Acid Storm, and Nova Storm

The rest of the Terrorcons placement are unknown, as well as the Stunticons leader. Tarn is missing as well and a few other decepticons. The max decepticon, Overlord is out there with arrest warrant on him.

The Predacons only come by if they NEED something, the BW Megatron comes by to consult with the former gladiator. His most loyal soldier AND lover, BW Inferno, is always by his side. Waspinator comes by too.

…

Human Allies; Raoul, Astoria Carlton Ritz, and Marissa share a flat together. Charlene and Cecilia Santiago also are roommates. Raoul, Astoria, Charlene, and Cecilia go on group dates with their partners Tracks, Powerglide, Skids, and Roadhandler.

Dot and Alex Malto, our favourite couple, are living at their barn with their SEVEN children: Robbie and Mo AND their Terran babies: Twitch, Thrash, Hash Tag, Jawbreaker, and Nightshade!

Some couples happened AFTER the War or DURING the late war. Some of them including Decepticon and Autobot love matches and forbidden romances. That however is a different story it self… quite a long one as well.

The Cassettes wanted more independence and that’s why they aren’t with Blaster or Soundwave. Blaster was supportive with it while Soundwave… he just worries about his babies.

[mehiwilldoitlater]

I have another brainrot but idk. Finally, the reader was arrested(? Found? And well because of visión holders, the autobots too were taken down. The characters that tried to help the autobots and the reader were captured too, everyone chained with geo or hydro, It doesn't matter. Reader being chained to the stage as they are about to be executed for their "sin", Teyvat causing storms, the waves at the ocean Threatening to destroy the harbor, thunder and lightning hitting the ground, the winds harsh and cruel, Teyvat screaming to let the reader alone, but no one listens.

The reader just crying and trying to explain that they were born with that face, screaming for everyone to stop, to not to harm their friends as they are forced to stay still with their head bend down.

The angst!!! I LOVE your transformers crossover so much, I have a little question, wich transformers version are the ones on the crossover? (G1, TFP, MTMTE, TFA?)

"YOU'RE MAKING A MISTAKE!"

Even while shouting, Optimus's voice was almost covered by the raging sound of the mob, a sea of people united by one objective: kill. The archons, the ones that he shouted at, were well capable of listening to his plea, but why care about him when the source of their hatred was there, in front of them, ready to face the final retribution?

Your face was covered in tears, and your eyes were completely covered by the fear. You didn't want to die, not like this. The ropes around your wrist and your torso were tight, and you felt your oxygen leave your lungs.

Venti has a torch in his hand. They wanted to burn you alive, in front of your friends.

The autobots tried to put up a fight before, but the archons and their allies were too strong, and there were far too many of them even for them. Even with their own allies, there was no chance. And now there they were, chained and restrained, ready to face their own demise, but not before you.

They had a chance to escape this end; admit the fact that you were not the creator. You hated the fact that they cared more about you than their own lives.

Even Diluc, who was so proud even in chains, decided not to flench for a single second. Kaeya almost begged him to just give up on you, to just care a little more about himself instead of you. Instead, he was there, horrified by the burning.

The archons looked at you with disgust, savoring the moment when the impostor would be finally erased from their world. But someone still hasn't given up. Everybody was intelligent enough to secure every Autobot, but they weren't smart enough to take drastic measures on a bot with force field ability!

Trailbreaker has always been confident in his abilities, knowing that during dangerous times they were sufficient to complete the task and that now is the ideal time. He just needed to focus, concentrating all of his energy in the right spot.

"Trail..."

He needed to focus; Ironhide's voice was being covered by the screaming of the mob. He needed to focus only on you now...

"No! It's dangerous, we need to stick together!"

He genuinely cared about you.He couldn't let anything happen to you, not after everything that had already happened.

"You won't stand a chance!"

The sound of the rocks being broken by his shield shocked the humans near him. He was free! And he knew what to do!

He tried to avoid as many humans as he could with his vehicle form; the people around him were shocked by his stunt and didn't even put up a fight. He arrived at the base of the pyre in a matter of seconds, taking back his form.

"Y/N!!! HANG ON, KIDDO!"

You screamed for him, trying to catch his attention, and warn him!

"IT'S ALLRIGHT! I WON'T LET THEM DO ANYTHING TO-"

A purple light illuminated the area, striking in one shot. The Shogun blade was cast back from where it was before, and her expression never changed for one second. The body of your giant friend fell at your feet with a roar, without a flinch. Every part of his body was completely motionless.

Ei's polearm flashed in her hands, the remains of a direct strike from her thunder. "He may be the first to pay for the audacity of protecting you, vile impostor." You watched him on the ground, his visor had lost the light inside. Was he...

Every sound in the area disappeared, even the natural ones. The strong wind that was howling dissipated, the waves that were crushing on the shore calmed down, and the sea was unnaturally flat. The clouds above the crowd hovewer...

What came out wasn't a scream; it was something more animalistic. And then, all  fade out.

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"Can I confess something to you?"

The midday sun shone in the sky that day; there were a few clouds here and there, but it was one of those postcard views that a few organics loved. All days were like that one, from the day you started to open up to them. Not far from you two, Klee was trying to climb on Grimlock's heads; the giant bot was somehow interested in the child like the other dinobots. Lowering his gaze, Trailbreaker noticed how far you were even now.

"...Sure!  Go ahead."

You opened your mouth, but he needed to wait a few moments before hearing your voice. You were unsure.

"...I...I think something is wrong with me, Trail...I....I make so many thoughts, and many of them aren't... nice..."

Your hand pushed behind some hair; it was trembling.

"It's like...A voice...that is telling me to do the same thing that those bastards do to me! And at the same time, I...I can't! I don't want to, but....UGH!"

You were frustrated and tired of everything that was happening to you. You wanted to go home, but not even the autobots knew how to do that. They tried to help, but you were all in the same boat now.  He knew that what he was ready to say wasn't something that Optimus would have said, but, for some reason, that was something that he believed you needed now.

".....I don't think that is so bad."

You finally rised your gaze, your glossy eyes meeting his calm and somehow warm smile.

" I mean, this thought! ...Considering what you've been thinking, I honestly believe that those are almost normal things to think!"

"B-but...I want to hurt people, Trail! I want to scare them like they scare me, make them feel the same way as me!"

"And it's not a very nice thing to do, i know, but...I think it's normal! ...They started it, and... they don't know you like I do."

"...So you know me now, uh?"

You sound like you were testing him, and you were. He started to scratch his head, trying not to sound too stupid.

"Well, as much as I can say,... you're nice; you always try to do the right thing; and... well, you're my friend, kiddo; we're partners."

Was he blushing? You couldn't tell, but he seemed cute like that.

"...Yeah...we are."

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When Trailbreaker woke up, the sounds of crying and screaming were shouting in his perceptors. He was currently lying on a berth in what seemed to be Ratchet Medbay, but the amounts of people and bots there make it look like one desolate photo. Every part of him hurt; he'd never been struck by lightning before, and now he knew how it felt. 

Ratchet was giving instructions to humans and other bots. The small girl that he once saw near Mondstadt, Barbara, was the one that was tried the most to help, but there were so many...what had just happened?!

"TRAILBREAKER!"

Firstaid voice hammered in his so much damaged perceptors, but he wasn't in the position to blame him, not with all of the mess around him. The medic was covered in some organic stuff, holding Trailbreaker chest plate.

"You need to rest! You were almost electrocuted; you need to lay down!"

"No...no, I'm...I'm fine. I need to..."

He started to remember...the mob, the autobots, the Archons and...

" Y/N! We-we must go and take Y/N! Thy need us! We need to-"

"Trail, please, you need to calm down!"

"NO! WE MUST FIND Y/N! They're in danger!"

"Trailbreaker...Y/n...."

He waited, he hated the medic's silence; why was it taking so much time?!

"...They....they left Trailbreaker... Something happened, the arth, the water, the fire...it as like Teyvat tried to kill everyone! And...they left....they rise to the island in the sky."

(iiiiiiiiii am a terrible person...BUT, i'll go with MTMTE because i freaking loved those dowks on the lost light)

[steelthroat]

Ok, ok, ok- hear me out! The main trine of Seekers, but they're outliers and absolutely overpowered.

So, Starscream is immortal as usual. I mean it, he just cannot die. No matter how hard everyone (or himself) tries, he just doesn't die... or at least his Spark, and when I have the time, I'll elaborate and give him complications because yeah.

Thundercracker can control electricity, idk how idk why, but I need him to have a cooler power than just idk sonic booms. Let him live to his name. When there's a battle and there's a storm, I want him to be fkn overpowered. "Isn't it too much?" NO??? Just take a look at Trailbreaker or MEGATRON??? You can't stop me from giving my Boi cooler powers. Obviously, complications- but not now, now I need him to be cool and smile for the camera.

Now... now this one will sound crazy but! Skywarp. So, he can warp himself, now imagine him warping himself super fast at close distance. Not just fast, super fast, like for a VERY short amount of time it almost looks as if he cloned himself. Do you see where this is going? He can't do it for more than a few seconds or he's dead lol.

Now imagine you're a simple autobot on the battlefield, it starts raining, I mean like- a lor, very bad weather okay? Now you hear three jet-engines, and the sky is lit up by thunders.

Now you raise your head up to the sky and here they are. They're even worse than the tales that surround them. Thundercracker is redirecting thunders everywhere on the battlefield, Starscream is on a killing rampage and nothing is stopping him and then Skywarp starts diving towards you and suddenly there are like... 5 of them who shoot in your direction before becoming one once again.

You're fucked. You're all absolutely fucked.

[cassette-cryptid]

So, with a recent TJ Omega video bringing up one of my favorite massively underutilized transformers, I felt like I should share my head canon for him!

Flatline!

Flatline was a medic for the 'Cons first introduced in the comics circa RotF. He didn't really get to do much unfortunately

He then showed up in IDW, where he was a repaint of Hoist/Trailbreaker, and he did fuck all once again

He showed up in Earth Wars as well, but there's not much info of note there.

So he's basically a blank slate as far as characterization

What I imagine is a necromancer medic hearse.

He's a medic, who can't heal living bots. You might be asking, how does he heal bots then? He kills them. He kills the bots and then resurrects them.

His personality would be evil, slimy, uncomfortably insect-like and really uncanny. When not locked away in his lab or "healing" his teammates he's just awkwardly standing in the corner making DIRECT eye contact with whoever is near by. Conversation with him is very difficult because Flatline starts ranting about whatever morbid or rabbit-hole esque concepts are on his mind while making aggressively blankly staring.

He's still got the hunched goblin vibe from RotF but has the chest setup of IDW (made out of front of hearse) and the fold out arms made out of Landau Bars (usually tucked away into body). He usually wears a battle mask (except ironically in battle) to cover up his maw (see pic 1 at top) with mandibles like an insect or arachnid

On Cybertron he turns into an ambulance/hearse type vehicle

On earth he transforms into a 1970 Cadillac hearse

(red tinted windows)

All of this was started because according to the original creator, if he was in G1 he would've transformed into a 1960 Cadillac hearse (I love that body style but thinks it's over done with the 1959 from the Ecto-1)

[mychlapci]

Headcanon that Riptide and Trailbreaker were really close friends on the lost light despite not knowing each other during the war

That is like the only thing I can say without making it horny

Red (I don’t have a passport and my friend that’s letting me move in with him forgot to specify that he fucking lives in Croatia so idk what to do now because I can’t afford a flight either so I’ll probably be homeless for a good while longer)

oh lord... and we took robot sex time from you in these dire times. hang in there soldier o7

Riptide and Trailbreaker would have probably met at Swerve's a lot... i think they'd have gotten into plenty of drunken shenanigans. Riptide's a dumbass and Trailbreaker gets in a silly mood when he's had a few drinks. They're perfect. don't worry Red your blorbos are holding hands and gossiping

[thekanucklehead]

An old cowgirl/rancher/farmer/trailbreaker/cookie/bronco breaker and everything in between who was a huge influence on me in my younger years in the church, has passed. I’m selfishly sad that I’ll never see her again on this earth, but am so joyous that I’ll see her in the next. What a great life she lived, and what an impact she had. RIP my old friend, one of these days I’ll learn to ride a horse, and when I meet you again in Heaven, we’ll laugh at my learning attempts together

[seraphim-seeker]

WELP!! I’m gonna talk about my Continuity Again! I’ve still gotta a lot the story elements to work on and what I want to do with it but! For right, I’m mainly gonna focus on Characters.

Some things haven’t really changed for some characters, others are up for Debate but here are a few things (I apologize if this gets sporadic):

Megatron, Galvatron, and Megazarak are siblings. Terminus is their carrier and he did his damnedest raising them (He’s a good parent in my continuity)

Megatron is the Youngest, Galvatron is the middle child, and Megazarak is the oldest

Galvatron is the most odd outta all three of them

Megazarak disappears during Megatron’s early adults (but we’ll get into that at some point)

Galvatron got sent to the Pits days after Megazarak’s disappearance

and much, much more of this family

Kiloton is also in this AU, she helped Megatron take care of Terminus in his dying moments, since she was trained in medical she did all she could.

Orion, Ariel, and Dion are all in a Relationship and are very happy, they were orphans that grew up together and they all work at the docks together:

Orion is FTM

They all have Fangs

Dion is a sweetheart, let’s hope nothing bad happens

Orion also works as an Archivist as a side job

Ariel and Orion like reading stories that Orion checks out together

StarScream, SkyWarp, and ThunderCracker. They’re not royalty in this AU, as much as I adore that, not here! StarScream and his brothers were orphaned and they had to scrape by to live. Of course when older, they managed decent lives but they all can see each like they used to but they keep in touch via calls or through their bond.

Ratchet is still Ratchet for the most part, used to be a medic for the Senate but then dipped and made his own in the Dead End where she helps others. She meets Hot Rod and Drift this way and they all become good friends

Okay, I’m at the end of my rope so other characters that may be in this whether they have significance or not to the main story:

Ultra Magnus, Springer, Arcee, Cyclonus, Tailgate, Soundwave, Bumblebee, Cassetticons, The 13, Shockwave, Junkions, Combiners, Metroplex, Trypticon, Omega Supreme, WindBlade, Dinibots, Insecticons, Blurr, Jazz, Ricochet, SkyFire, Predacons, Lockdown, Wheelie, Scourge, Rung, Primus, Unicron, Tarn|Damus, Whirl, Skids, Minibots, Chromia, Ironhide, Wheeljack, Roller, Trailbreaker, and etcetera

That’s all for now

[kudosmyhero]

Transformers: More Than Meets the Eye (Phase 02) #3: Liars, A to D - part 3: The Chaos of Warm Things

Read Date: September 20, 2022 Cover Date: March 2012 ● Writer: James Roberts ● Art: Alex Milne ● Colorist: Josh Burcham ● Letterer: Shawn Lee ● Editor: John Barber ●

Synopsis: Aboard the once-again-airborne Lost Light, Shock laments the passing of his fellow Duobot Ore, and sets about removing all the evidence he can that they were Prowl's agents aboard the ship: in fact, Ore was too close to the engine block that he wound up being mashed into precisely because he was following Prowl's instructions to place a tracer on it. When Shock goes looking for the tracer, he is attacked by a monstrous creature hidden in the bowels of the ship, which pulls out his brain module and consumes his spark. His dead body is found a short time later by Red Alert, who blames the death on a mythical Cybertronian creature called a Sparkeater and passes the news on to Rodimus.

Dubbing the scenario "cool", Rodimus calmly orders the assembled Autobots to their quarters without explanation, has them locked in (because of course they'd disobey orders and sneak off), and takes Chromedome, Trailbreaker, Rewind, Drift, Ultra Magnus, and Ratchet with him to investigate Shock's body. The group bickers about the potential existence or not of Sparkeaters, with Ratchet in particular loudly insisting they keep to a rational train of thought. At Rodimus's request, Chromedome reveals his hidden talents: he is a mnemosurgeon, capable of tapping into a living or dead brain and reading its memories. Doing so to Shock, Chromedome discovers that whether or not a "Sparkeater" is the proper term for it, there is definitely a spark-munching monster loose on the Lost Light. Knowing that it will seek out the "brightest spark", the Autobots split into teams to hunt it down, with Rodimus remaining on the lower decks on the cocksure belief that the Sparkeater will be coming for him.

Meanwhile, the other crew members deal with the situation in their own ways. Realizing that they know each other from millions of years past, Cyclonus helps Tailgate—stuck in mid-transformation—to a set of quarters, where he grimly relates the history of the war that Tailgate slept through, and ponders which side the little 'bot would have taken. Skids and Swerve get a little lost and wind up not in a habitation suite but a bar, where Swerve wistfully remembers the old pre-war plans he had with Blurr to open a joint of his own. Skids, on the other hand, takes a distinct dislike to being locked in, and leaves via a ceiling duct, on the justification that his lack of memories is allowing him to make up his life and personality as he goes along.

Animus, having been unable to find a unit of his own, knocks on Whirl's door, but as they're now auto-locked, he is unable to get inside before suddenly being set upon and killed by the vicious Sparkeater. Whirl blasts his way out of his quarters and opens fire on the Sparkeater, but at the last second, Trailbreaker appears and surrounds the creature with a forcefield to prevent the undigested sparks in its stomach from igniting. The Sparkeater flees, and the Autobots realize that since there's only one room in the direction its going, it must have found the brightest spark—Rung's! The creature bursts into the psychiatrist's office, but Skids suddenly pops out of the ceiling and drags Rung up into the ducts to relative safety.

Below decks, Rodimus and Drift discover that the Sparkeater had been trapped by the previous Neutral owners of the ship, who kept it docile by feeding it turbofoxes. Hitting upon a plan, he contacts Rung and Skids and orders them to lure the pursuing Sparkeater back down into the engine room. Skids has them take the direct route route, moving from duct to elevator shaft and into the carriage below, much to the surprise of its occupant, Brainstorm. The Sparkeater is hot on their heels, but Brainstorm finds himself lucky enough to be spared by the monster as it continues its pursuit of Rung and it probably had nothing to do with his briefcase…

Once Rung and Skids reach the engine room, Rodimus grabs hold of the therapist and uses him as live bait to lure the Sparkeater in close. At the last moment, Rodimus throws Rung to safety and grapples with the creature, ordering Perceptor to initiate a quantum jump. Manoeuvring the Sparkeater into place, Rodimus teaches it the first lesson of interstellar travel: never stand next to a quantum generator when it's about to flout the laws of nature! Like Ore before it, the Sparkeater is mashed into the generator and perishes, though the heroic act costs Rodimus his arms as well.

A little later, in the medibay, Rodimus has been outfitted with some new arms by Ratchet, and is lambasted by Ultra Magnus for his reckless risking of Rung's life: something that he feels nobody else is willing to do, and says with concern that third-in-command Drift has too much awe for Rodimus. The boss does not take kindly to this and snaps that on this ship, Magnus takes orders from him.

And across the room, as Ratchet works to unjam his stuck transformation, Tailgate announces that he has chosen a faction based on what he has learned from Cyclonus: he wants to be a Decepticon!

(https://tfwiki.net/wiki/Liars,_A_to_D_Part_3:_The_Chaos_of_Warm_Things)

Fan Art: Sparkeater by morgenty

Accompanying Podcast: ● Married with Comics: Rod Pod - episode 03