#transformation skills

[wishingsparkjar]

When your creative hobby saves your squishy human ass.

[starburstminibot]

Was supposed to be a quick sketch and then I got obsessive over the details :[

[jaradraws]

posts for exactly three ppl in the world: two high status failgirls playing sycophantic second fiddle to ungrateful space war criminals become besties

[somerandomcockroach]

"Mistakes on mistakes until" (my speed of reading is that one day where every planet stands in one line)

2 chapter in nutshell

3 chapter in nutshell

[transformers-synergize]

visiting family, tried doing some traditional art.

[chara-55]

No doubt he's a Megatronus merch collector

[factual-fantasy]

[opaliized]

SHOCKSTAR!!!!

It's messy cause I rushed 💔😔

[valacre]

: ̗̀➛ In Sickness and in Health

Optimus Prime x Reader - transformers prime

Optimus was frightened. It wasn’t often he felt this way, lest it was on the battlefield where Megatron was concerned, but now he felt as such in the base, a place where he and his team were supposed to be safe. It was supposed to be safe for the humans, too… Yet here you lay; sick.

It started with a cough or two. It’d earned you a few glances from him, but you’d brushed them off, saying something just caught in your throat. Human throats were sensitive like that. Nothing to worry about, or so you’d said.

It’d been worse the next day. You’d sounded strange, your voice different and the coughing had become more persistent. You’d stayed close to a trashcan with a box of tissues nearby, blowing your nose after every sneeze.

He’d become concerned, but you’d once again brushed it all off. You were just feeling a little unwell, nothing to worry about. You’d be fine.

Come nighttime of that same day, you’d grown hot with fever. Ratchet had taken a quick scan of you and had grown alarmed by your high temperature. Something was wreaking havoc upon your body and your breaths had become laboured and shallow.

Weak.

Now, you were so weak. Pneumonia, June had told them. It used to kill humans back in the day before they found medicine for it, but luckily, you’d gotten the treatment started before it’d grown too bad, but you didn’t appear to do any better.

June told him you’d be fine; eventually. Right now, you were doing poorly, but you’d be okay, and he wished to believe it, but your words still echoed through his mind. ‘I’ll be fine’, you’d said, and now look at you.

You were not fine.

He should have acted when you first coughed, should have raised concerns when your voice sounded strange, should have asked Ratchet to scan you sooner so you wouldn’t be where you are now; bedridden, pale and weak.

You could barely keep your eyes open, and Optimus was frightened of the fact that he may never see them again. That he may never feel their warmth as you look up at him, your admiration and wonder so shamelessly on display for him to see. You’d never been shy about the way you look at him. Perhaps you didn’t know how much he understood about your gaze, perhaps you weren’t even aware of the way your eyes would shine when he entered the room; when you’d stand up and greet him so cheerily.

He wondered whether you’d understood his own gaze, the way it so clearly softened at the sight of you and how warm you made him feel. And now, he wondered whether he’d have a chance to tell you how he felt, how he wanted to say so much but couldn’t force himself to do it, because you were a human, a fragile, wonderful being that he didn’t see himself as deserving of.

You deserved softness and peace, and he was not that.

“Hey…”

Optimus blinked, coming out of his thoughts that spiralled so wildly into doom. Your voice, so weak and painful sounding, called out to him. He stepped closer to the platform, treading carefully to avoid sending tremors through the floor to not disturb you. Silly, you’d say, he was sure of it.

You smiled up at him, lips so rosy in comparison to your otherwise pale complexion. Your eyes half-lidded, tired and hazy, but focused on him. You looked like what the children had explained a ghost was, and though he was frightened, he still found you beautiful, even at the brink of death.

Weakly, you chuckled.

“I’m not dying, Optimus,” you said, taking a breath, your eyes and brows furrowing slightly. It must have hurt. “I can see it in your eyes… optics,” you corrected, smiling.

“That may be true, yet I cannot help but worry,” said he, looking over you. “Much has changed in so little time. If we’d been too late, then you may have been lost to us.”

To me, he thought.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” you said, though your smile filled with pity when his expression changed ever so little. Despair. Poor timing to joke. “I’m sorry,” you said, closing your eyes for a moment. The bright light of the base hurt your eyes. “Poor choice of words, but I mean it,” you looked at him again, blinking the discomfort away, “I’m not going anywhere, Optimus. I promised I would be careful, be it by avoiding Decepticons or fighting against earthly sicknesses,” you said, and weakly you raised a hand, waving your fingers to him.

Slowly, as if afraid he’d hurt you by moving too quickly, he reached out a servo, allowing you to lay your hand against his index digit. Your skin was clammy and warm, but alive. It brought him some comfort, and when you nudged him closer to your face so you could nuzzle your cheek against him, he felt himself relax ever so little.

Again, you smiled at him, and this time he believed it when you said you’d be okay. He trusted that you’d come out of this with returning health and that you’ll once again return to your cheerful spirit, and when that happens, he’ll allow himself to cherish it all the more, knowing how easily he could lose it.

[ooftheartist]

Art and a Short Fic to accompany it?!

Don't remember what song inspired this but I zoned out listening to music and this scene popped into my head, so I drew it and then wrote it ^^

Over and over he slammed Breakdown into the ground, screaming..almost begging out the words, “Why why, WHY?!” each time he’d lift Breakdown by his Chassis and push him into the concrete again.

Tears spilled over the ridge of his eyes, Words repeating.

Over and over. Breakdown had left him repeatedly over the decades they'd been on earth and more times than he could count on Cybertron. At least then he had something to blame, being on separate sides of the war was reason enough to not stick around. But now here on earth, though some Decepticons still roam, there is no war. Some measly battles sure, but there was no need to be on one side or the other. It wasn't just about survival anymore.

So when the battle with Mandroid was over and Breakdown came to say goodbye again Bee racked his brain to find some sensible reason as to why Breakdown would choose to run off with the few Decepticons with a thirst for war there were left.

Bee came to the realization that he couldn't blame the war or small quarrels they’d had with each other's sides anymore.

Breakdown was the problem.

He’d Decided once again to leave him. It’s like Breakdown couldn't stand him, like he couldn't bear to stick around for more than a week. Why..? Why? 

“WHY CAN’T YOU JUST-” 

Stay.

A firm pair of hands grasped his shoulders interrupting him, gently yet firmly pulling him up and away from Breakdown.

“Bumblebee!” A familiar voice rang through his audials.

Optimus stood towering over Bee, Sevros held tightly on Bee's shoulders.

“Breathe.” No doubt an order from the leader.

Bee sucked in a few ragged breaths, looking to his left he saw breakdown beginning to prop himself up on his elbows. Energon leaked from his mouth, repeated blows to the head will do that to a bot.

Breakdown blinked, peering up at the scout. “Bee…” He spoke weakly, desperately.

Bee squeezed his eyes shut and shook off Optimus’s sevros.

Turning his back to the scene he walked away. 

[fatedroses]

Two former military elites taking merc jobs perform absolutely hellish battle tactics together.

[finefett]

thinking about how he just yoinks starscream out of there by the waist....

[bibliophilesince2003]

Transformers One Incorrect Quotes (4)

Orion: So, you gave us the ability to transform. I'm sure you made some thoughtful adjustments, nothing too major. Alpha Trion: Bee has knife hands. Orion: He's a kid! Have you seen his energy? Alpha Trion: *shrugs* Orion: Well, I guess that's not the worst thing. Alpha Trion: Alpha Trion: D-16 is a tank. Orion: WHAT? You literally witnessed his mediocre anger management skills. Do you know how many ways that could go wrong?? Alpha Trion: *flinches* Orion: *groans* Orion: At least tell me you gave Elita and I the ability to defend ourselves, too. Alpha Trion: Well, you have guns, but they're really tiny, and they can only be used in vehicle form. Orion: I'm going to kill you. Alpha Trion: Oh, look at that... the enemy is breaking in! Better take care of it and I'm sure I'll probably die anyway haha... NOW GO!

[starscream-is-my-wife]

Currently I am building the Flame Optimus Prime model kit, and while I am struggling to find a 1 millimeter peice that fell into my carpet, at least I'm not Ratchet who spent 6 weeks finding all of Optimus' parts and another 6 weeks putting it all together lmao

[telesodalite]

Never getting over Fulcrum being a project manager...

Idk why, but something about that is so funny to me. Not just because the title of "project manager" is inherently kinda funny for a Decepticon, but also because-

1. It's vague sounding and hard to explain irl because it technically exists in multiple fields, like healthcare or manufacturing, which surely translates into canon in some way.

2. In canon, it's simultaneously a really mundane, innocuous sounding job, yet it's also a super morally awful position to reside over depending on the context. (*cough* forced colonization and cyberforming *cough*)

And 3. It solidifies the fact that behind all the surface level militaristic work we get with both the Decepticons and Autobots, there's also Cons and Bots with "normal" jobs in both factions.

Like, sure yeah we get scientists and doctors, engineers and programmers, but usually in big important or warfront positions. (For plot reasons, understandably.) But it's also really funny and interesting to think of those that worked background positions, or minor jobs.

Like an Autobot working in their equivalent of an HR department, or a Decepticon who runs one of their outpost's or starship's kitchens.

Just all the pre-war jobs that didn't just disappear with the war, but instead evolved to exist within the factions.

It's particularly funny with the Decepticons though, because it could be a super mundane job or situation, but because it's them, it has to have an air of ~e v i l~ to it, either legitimately and/or merely for the vibes, like Tarn's "performance reviews".