#transformers nacelle

[ut-girl666]

Gender Dysphoria

Summary: Nacelle is not feeling like him- them- herself.

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TWs: Body Dysphoria, Gender Dysphoria, Gender Dysphoria written absolutely terribly by a cis person I am fr so sorry, any advice to do this better is MUCH appreciated.

Additional Notes:

Transfem!Nacelle

Nacelle is a teenager; roughly 16ish - the other three (Bitstream, Hotlink, and Sunstorm) are as well.

HC: Gladiators tend to be soft on kids, and Megatron is especially soft on the seekerlings, as he has basically known them since their youngling stage (8yo basically).

Nacelle is AMAB, and in their own perspective using they/them, for most of this.

There was a harsh sigh, in front of them.

This was the third time this month, they'd found themselves back here, stood in the middle of their leader's office. They could tell he was already getting tired of having them returning.

Their biggest concern was that the blame would be turned onto their mentor at some point for the persistence of the problem.

Beside the whole "frame not feeling like their own anymore" thing.

But at the moment mostly that Starscream would receive accusations when he hadn't done anything. It wasn't his fault they were feeling this way, and ending up here over and over again.

"Nacelle," Megatron finally began, obviously trying quite hard to keep his voice level. "what in Primus's name is going on?"

They didn't have an answer. They didn't think that their frame not feeling like their own was a reason to be here over and over. Those were precious little feelings. Those were excuses. They knew that him and Soundwave alone had been through far worse experiences of this sort of thing, with people treating them like nothing more than action figures. They could handle this small bout from their processor, that was absolutely nothing in comparison to whatever hell they'd probably been through.

"It's..." he paused, probably combing through his mental dictionary for a word that wasn't 'aggravating as frag'. "...concerning." He told them.

"I'm sorry, sir." They responded, keeping their helm down, optics boring a hole in the floor. "I'll make sure this doesn't happen again."

They could hear him suck in air, and must have been recalling that they'd said the same thing last week, and yet here they were. Again.

"You know, if you're really getting so twitchy that you're digging into yourself instead of a training dummy, I can easily arrange with Starscream to move you out from his tutelage into my own, so you can properly take care of that urge."

They felt the blood in their lines turn to straight ice, and their spark crash down to the floor, how quickly their blood ran cold and spark dropped suddenly.

There was no need to punish Starscream for their recent fuck-ups– he didn't even know this problem existed, they hadn't wanted to tell him.

"That won't be necessary, sir." They said quickly, hoping they didn't sound too desperate about it. That wouldn't help. "I can handle it myself."

It was silent for a moment, before he responded. "You're sure about that?" He asked, picking up a datapad on his desk. "Three weeks now, you've had this problem. Three times we've had this intervention about you clawing at your plating, getting close to vital lines. Three times you've told me that, and after the first two, I'm not expecting anything to change, when nothing already has." He told them plainly. "Usually the information of how close you are to nicking a vital line is enough to deter or at least grant some sort of epiphany, but it didn't even seem to dent you, given your damage is the same as last week, almost worse." He said, and the datapad smoothly scraped against the desk as he picked it up, and clacked as he put it back down.

It was interesting to them how the datapad scraped against the desk so smoothly. How everything he had did. It wasn't an overly fancy desk, or even that much better than cheap tin. Starscream's was better, - even if not by much, and probably because of lack of use rather than quality - and he couldn't achieve that. The sound of such a smooth, not grating scrape against the desk was incredible. Perhaps it was simply in technique? They'd have to observe that–

"Nacelle."

They looked up, surprised by the call of their name – and were brought back to the present, by a deeply irate look from Megatron. They turned their helm back down with embarrassment and shame for zoning out.

"There's a problem here, Nacelle." He said, and they remained still. They didn't say anything. "You're getting twitchy, and impatient with need for combat."

"I'm not twitchy." They weakly retorted.

"Oh?" He asked. "Really, because it looks to me, the same as you're doing now, your digits are twitching and you're allowing them to dig into your plating." He told them.

They went to say something in their defense, say that no they weren't doing that right now, but noticed - he was right. Their digits had began to dig into their plating again. They didn't even notice they'd started doing that. The words died on their tongue and they tightly pursed their lips, not trusting themself to say anything.

He spoke again, once their mouth had shut. "If you're not twitchy, then why in Primus's name else, would you be doing��"

"I think I may be a femme." Nacelle blurted, before they could stop themself.

The regret hit them like a train and it took every single ounce of restraint to stay still, remaining stood there in front of him, rather than slapping their hands over their mouth and taking off in a dash out of there to hide, and later pretend they'd never said anything at all.

They knew their vastly too large wings drooped, and tucked against their ridiculously square back, and they kept their optics firmly on their peds, hoping maybe that the lecture they were about to receive would all be over fast.

It was after a long moment of silence that Megatron finally spoke again.

"...I, don't see what that has to do with you damaging your own frame." He said, the "I" a bit drawled out, obviously a bit confused from his tone. "Clarify that for me?"

They swallowed the lump of dread.

"I– I just– don't like my frame. It doesn't feel like mine, anymore. Not like when I was a youngling." They mumbled. "My wings feel too big, everything does, and it all looks so... not me. Not what I imagine myself looking like."

It was silent again. He didn't speak for a long time - it felt like an eternity, but their chronometer said it had barely been a few kliks.

"Alright." He said, slowly. It was neutral, or at least they couldn't pick up any sort of a tone. "Divulge more, about this problem." He followed up.

They hesitated. They were definitely in for a lecture and a half now.

"You're sure?" They asked, daring to look up. "It's extensive." They divulged, just in an attempt to dissuade him from it.

From where he was now sat in a chair - they hadn't noticed that he'd moved one of them, and sat down - he only hummed with displeasure, and his expression took on a slightly more stern appearance.

"Yes." He said finally, still stern.

They nodded, still hesitant but understanding they didn't exactly have much of a choice. He had specifically requested. So they just took a deep breath, and began to list.

"I don't like my voice, I hate looking at or being reminded of my frame's appearance, I feel like I'm wearing a clown outfit three sizes too large all the time, and yet it still feels like it's actually three sizes too small– either way it's an ill fitting clown get up, sometimes I just want to stay in bed, go back to sleep, and not be perceived, other times I want to rip my own plating off and simply be a horrific wire monster that's only conceivable in concept because at least I'm not this, it feels like any amount of joy is impossible to achieve because I'm always reminded of my frame–"

"Alright, that's enough." He cut them off. "That is certainly extensive, and I assume there's more on top." He said.

They just nodded, and went back to staring at their peds again.

It was silent again, for longer. They only dared to lift their helm up just enough to glance at him. He was sat in the chair with one leg rested on the other, the joint connecting his ped to his lower leg settled just above his knee. His optics' pupils being slightly blurry at the edges with occasional bolts of coding like lines passing through the circuitry told them he was doing something on his HUD, likely comming someone, given the static coming from him.

Great. He was probably telling Starscream, and numerous other people about their dumb, pathetic little problem. Now they were just going to be utterly humiliated.

They heard his ped hit the floor as he moved to stand up. They heard the low noise, and felt the deep reverberations of each pedfall as he came over to them.

He shifted their helm up to look at him with a hand, and used his thumb to wipe something wet off their face, that they now realized was tears. They did their best to avoid making optic contact with him.

"Go clean off your face, and pick up your ration. Be certain to get some rest." He told them, his voice level and tone soft. "You are dismissed."

He removed his hand, and they nodded, before turning and walking out, trying hard to keep their helm up and wings in proper place rather than drooped low enough to probably hit the floor, and ignoring the way they felt Megatron's optics on their back the whole way down the hall.

"Nacelle, you're going to head up to the top of the Nemesis. Megatron will be waiting for you there."

They stopped cleaning the dried blood from their claws, and looked up.

"What?" They asked, their spark about to burst out of their chassis.

"Did he do something?" Bitstream asked, and they most certainly, completely and utterly, very definitively ignored the way they felt as though being shot in the gut would have been nicer than being called a 'he'.

"No, there's just been a change in operations to properly adapt to new needs." Starscream answered, not elaborating further, tone entirely unreadable.

They felt shame run through them for having made this an all of them problem, by saying something, now feeling the way Bitstream, Hotlink, and Sunstorm all looked at them.

"You'll meet back up for the normal flight, and aerial training after midday ration." He continued. "So that's really the only change at the moment, though it is to be seen whether things may or may not change a little more."

Primus, they fragged up big time.

"You had ought to get up there, he's not known for a legendary patience like Prime has." Starscream said.

They nodded mutely, and got up from their seat, and quickly headed for the door, trying to be out of his office as soon as possible.

"And Nacelle," he called, and they stopped, and turned, trying to avoid the feeling of the other three's optics on them. "you can come talk to me if something's up. You have my urgency code, and my office door is always open for you four." He told them, looking them dead on in the optics.

They just nodded and fled.

When they got up there, Megatron simply stared at them, as they approached, crossing the expanse of the top of the ship.

"I see you were able to find your way out of his mess of a living space, after all." Was the first thing he said.

"I apologize for the lateness." They apologized to him.

Before they could continue he waved a hand dismissively. "It's not a fuss. He sprung it on you suddenly, and I know that he holds preference for his surroundings to be a maze. Truly like a sphinx."

They refrained from telling him Starscream usually convened them in his office, which as far as they knew, outside of the usual bout of paperwork, rarely saw any actual use, and thus, was far more neat than he thought, so they really had no reason to be late. They just simply nodded, instead.

"Now, before we begin, I would like to apply something to your plating." He said, and they stood stock still, confused and nervous.

He moved to their shoulder, and pulled out a little cling decal. It was a little rectangle thing, and Nacelle supposed it was just temporary until he figured they'd gotten their destructive streak taken care of. They weren't known for permanence, and they only lasted particularly long if applied on completely fresh clean plating after a proper cleaning. Nevertheless, he gently stuck it onto their shoulder, making sure to be firm so it would actually stick, but not rough as to hurt or manhandle them around.

Once he had, he stepped back and looked at it for a few nano-kliks, and then huffed with satisfaction at the job, so they properly looked at it. It turned out there were two: the first one they'd originally seen was still a rectangle, but just a couple stripes of color: sky blue, bubblegum pink, and white, going blue, pink, white, pink, blue. The other was the same Decepticon sigil as on their wings, but slightly more elegant, and had streaks throughout it like the engravings on his chassis. They didn't quite get the purpose of it, but they supposed Starscream would clarify things up for them when they asked later.

"Something a touch more permanent will be applied after a proper cleaning, however for the moment, that will do." He said, walking away. "Now, come along femmeling, we have basics we need to run through, and we're already behind, today."

Hearing him call them "femmeling", over mechling... there was something euphoric to it. It felt good. They liked it.

"Well?" He called, now standing by the edge. "Come on, we don't have all day. Starscream expects you back by midday."

"Right." They– she softly emitted, and jogged over to be next to him, a soft smile on her face, feeling just a little bit better than she had for a long time.

Okay so maybe not the best?? I tried. Again, advice is appreciated. Hope you all enjoyed regardless, tho. :)

This was written for a tf pride 2025 thing I saw on my dash a few days ago, originally for gender identity bc I completely missed the gender dysphoria prompt later on the list, but I decided I’ll just post it now, since I’ve gone through all this effort of getting it done. :)

[legofanguy1999]

A Transformers fanfiction using @cybertronia-obscura January prompt Cold Construct, which feature the others Seekers and introduces a Transformers oc of mine named Skykite.

On their rare off time, the Seekers are off at a bar, drinking and talking about their duties on Cybertron while moaning fallen members. A dark blue female Seeker is sitting by herself with a drink of Energon when a blue and white Seeker come by and said, “Whose is the amazing Seeker that almost got a pair of Autobots? This gal.” Skykite look at the male Seeker and said, “Nacelle. I don’t want to talk about it. There were seven of us, with even Skywarp and Thundercracker there, and yet two Autobot spies managed to get pass us, and through a ring of fire that Hotlink uses. We will never be famous as that jerk Starscream.” and Nacelle said to Skykite, “True. All Seekers are cold construct, but we are basically a family loyal to the Decepticons’ cause. While we can fail, we can stand together as one.” which made Skykite feel better just as the voice of Soundwave call out, “Decepticon Seekers, board the Nemesis. We will leave Cybertron for new source of energy.” and everyone were stunned at first before they drop almost everything and head to the Nemesis as ordered.

[sprung-from-the-grave]

I like to imagine that all the decepticon seekers are connected in some way, which makes the idea that Starscream is just working with his entire family tree even funnier.

[runawaymac]

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And here we can see a flock of jets in their natural habitat. The two adults must teach their jetlings how to overthrow Megatron, so that the little ones could become strong, independent traitors

I can hear david

[tinydefector]

Not really a request but more of a ramble. Ive always been torn betweenn Cybertronians not really having any material instincts and just essentially knowing how to function since creation. Kinda like Steven Universe. They can be young and differ in how much knowledge they hold but overall they have the bases of how to function without any caretaker needing to be around. But then I immediately start shaking at the thought of them having even stronger instincts that humans. Maybe closer to animals that have come to accept a human as their own. Just picturing a cybertronain seeing someone who's carrying and immediately is distressed on how little protection our clothes offer. Nows theirs a bot who keeps hissing at those who get to close other humans included. Their plating is ruffled and if they are a seeker their wings are spread in a threatening manner. May you have the patience of a Saint if said seeker has a large trine because now they all share the same feral need to protect. A con that stumbles upon a lost child and immediately claims them as their sparkling.( if you wanted to make it a bit gross I can imagine they do a forced adoption the same ways farmers do sometimes. Where they just kinds cover a stray baby with the fluids of a mother to create that connection. Kinda gross but I can see it being used to further claim a child) They consider the biological parents of the child nothing more than food and shelter for their now sparkling. They try a coo and speak to the child in their natural tongue. A seeker that chirps and clicks its glossa. A grounder that does low hums and songs like a whale. Sorry for the long ramble haha. I just think the ideas of cybertronains either having no idea what instincts are but also the ideas of them drowning in them. Or meeting humans just relights their feral mindsets in any and every way.

I happen to really love both ideas a lot. I enjoy the idea of Cybertronians not understanding family or parental rolls, Forged sparks start off in smaller frames and slowly gain more framing as they get older. Instead, it works more like a mentor and apprentice side of things. They teach you how to do your job, keep your head down like Terminus with Megatron. Their race doesn't have a name for the connection they have so in turn they call each other friend, but intruth it's more than that but they don't know how to explain it or express it, they dont raise the younger one but they are their for special events such as plating ceremonies. To Megatron Terminus is an elder, someone to be respected for his knowledge and teachings. And they both care for each other, when Terminus us gravelly injured Megatron does everything he can to try and help him because he feels like he owes it to terminus for everything the older bot as done for him. It's a mutual benefit of a bond that's isn't family but also is much closer than friendship.

But on the other hand, I look at Optimus and Codexa, and I love the idea that I found this little bitlet and instantly went mother mode. Practically scoops him up out of a hotspot and takes him home with her. She's very attentive and is the one who even names him. In all aspects, he is her son, and she does everything she can to try and raise a good mech, and she does a wonderful job. She teaches him to read, sings to him, and each plating ceremony, she keeps a piece of his old plating similar to humans and baby teeth. She celebrates when he gets his first job as a Liberian because she put so much effort into making sure he had a comfortable job, not wanting him to struggle like so many other mechs less fortunate.

And then there is my headcanon for birthed sparklings, which differs depending on what frame type they are. They experience different behaviours. Grounders are in different sub sections

- Tanks: Megatron, Tarn, Warpath, Blitzwing

- Mine frames: Megatron, Terminus,

- Hauliers : Optimus Prime, Sentinel Prime, Ironhide, Ratchet, Inferno, Kup,

- Emergency services: Prowl, Ratchet, Pharma, inferno

- Battle Chargers: Ironhide, Hound, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Trailbreaker, wheeljack, Tracks,

- Praxian carters: Prowl, Bluestreak, skids, Smokescreen,

- speeders: Rodimus, Drift, Jazz, mirage, redalert, blurr, Tracks,

- mini vehicle: Bumblebee, Tailgate, grapple,

- Vosian Fliers (later Seeker's): Starscream, skywarp, Thundercracker, sunstorm, Nacelle and so on all of the Jets.

- Helimech: Whirl,

- aerial Shuttle: Cosmos, Omega Supreme, Senator Shockwave.

- Combiners: stuntacons, combaticons, constructicons

- Cassettes/ mini bots: Ravage, Rumble, Frenzy, Rewind, Lazerbeak, buzzsaw

- non Traditional frames: Rung,

- Non shifters:

There's a lot more but these just just who I can think off off the top of my head.

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Tankers and Mine frames don't get the luxury of families or raising sparklings, most of them are cold constructs, and don't get a chance to see life outside of mines or duties they have been put into. But if given the chance they are actually very protective of a sparkling, they will fight to the death for their bitlet even if it isn't their. Their behaviour is very similar to a bear mother with their protectiveness of a child, human or cybertronian.

Megatron's optics focus on the tiny form in his lovers arms. If it were any other situation, people would think he is glaring at the tiny baby being placed again in his Chassis. "They have no plating or outer frame, no protection." He states while looking to his lover. "They are a baby, Megs, human babies don't have anything like sparklings, they are very fragile," they explain with a smile as they watch their child try and grab Megatron's large digits. His optics soften as he watches their child as the baby babbles and giggles up at him. It makes a switch inside his possessor flick. Nothing would ever hurt this child. He would make sure of it. A deep rumble leaves his chassis as he lets them play with his large servos. A laugh leaves his lover as they watch him. "You look like a grizzly bear with a cub," they chuckle as they lean up to press a kiss to the side of his helm.

Hauliers tend to see a random sparkling and go. "You're mine now, I'm going to warp you up in bubble wrap and keep you in my cab so no one can hurt you" Hauliers tend to be very attentive carriers/ Sires to adopted or sparked bitlets. A lot of Hauliers tend to be very nomadic in the rust sea moving inpacks. They tend to behave more like migrating herds when on cybertron, but those who live in the cities tend to make a very homey and comfortable for sparklings. But also they are the ones who panic the most when their child puts something in their mouth they shouldn't have.

Optimus chuckles as he watches his bitlet roam around. Playing with sticks and mud. He sits not far off watching them as they play his optics soften as they giggle and let out little buzzes of excitement as they find a new rock. "They seem to be enjoying their first proper road trip," His lover calls out as they walk their way over to him. Leaning down to press a kiss to his Helm. "They are very fascinated by a lot of things on Earth," he rumbles his optics, meeting his partners. "Can you really blame them, I remember a certain bot being very fascinated with Terra's fauna when we first arrived here," they tease him. Another squeal of delight comes from their sparkling as they begin trying to chew on a rock. Optimus let's out a slight noise of panic as he quickly moves towards them. "No, no, Bitlets, you can't eat that," he states while trying to pry the rock from the little ones' servos. They squeak and squeal in protest before eventually letting go of the rock. Another laugh leaves his lover as they watch the two.

A lot of emergency vehicles tend to not be the best for being parents. Mainly due to their work and just not having the time for a bitlet. But they are very attentive to those who do have them, trying to calm them and make sure that they aren't hurt and can make it back to their parents. A lot of the time, they will put up the disgruntled act of the dad who said they didn't want a cat, but then ends up with a child curled up on his chest as he works.

Praxian carters tend to act very similar to seeker, but with children and sparklings its as if they can feel where they are but have a tendency of paranoid when they can't see their little ones. Their door wings will flicker and twitch when they hear their children and will respond back with soothing little clicks. A lot of the time, they will carry their sparklings on their back between their door wings.

Prowl wasn't impressed with Sunstreaker or Sideswipe. The two young mech burst out into fits of laughter watching him with a human baby strapped to his chest. His wings flutter in dispair as they begin taking photos to send to every mech they know. "Oh Primus Prowl, when did you get yourself a bitlet!" They ask while also fauning over the baby who giggles and reaches out with grabby hands. Prowl let's out a slight,all collection of angry clicks as his optics narrow in on the twins. "I am looking after them as their parent had an important meeting today," he snaps as he begins walking, trying to outpace the twins as they continue shooting questions at him. "But you have them strapped to your chassis like they are battle gear!" Sunstreaker laughs, which earns him a smack up the side of the helm from Prowl. "They are too small and too young to be left to their own devices, and the safest place for them is where I know they are," he grumbles before slamming the door to his office shut.

Speedster are one of the cybertronians who tend to forget their child exist sometimes, having no awareness until they are like something is missing. Oh Primus, where is my Bitty!. They are very live fast die hard kinda mechs and it translates over to their child. They are very much the one who will proudly show off their child who is currently eating something they shouldn't be. But they are also one of the most cuddly with their child. Curling up with them to their chassis as they purr loudly.

"RODIMUS PRIME, DRIFT DEADLOCK WHATBARE YOU LETTING MY BITLET EAT!" their voice boomed as their optics narrowed in on the two speedsters and sparkling. Drift turns around in an instant. "I tried to stop them, I swear, but Roddy dared them," he states. Rodimus looks sheepishly at his lover as their sparkling laughs and shouts. "Told you I could!" The little one shouts in excitement, not carrying about the disappointed look from their other parent. "You timeout, you Decontamination spray Now, and You... I'm not angry, but I'm disappointed, " they state, which makes Rodimus face drop. "Nooo. That's worse!" He shouts only to have his bitlet laugh at his whining.

Seekers are the most parent of all cybertronians to the point that some trines work as a family system. Each seeker is a carrier to one seekling, but also being the sire to another or having one seeker who is the sire to two. But then their is the others who aren't spark bonded to others in their Trine, because tries can consist of siblings, cousins, parents or complete strangers so each trine is different. but the family works to train and care for all of them together. They speak in a pigeoned vosian, which is a mix of chirps, thrills, and other little vocial noises. They are also the most social. With large gatherings for sparklings to meet and also bond with others so that they can eventually find their own trine.

For example, I love the idea of Thundercracker and skywarp being brothers, but starscream is trine bonded with them.

Acid storm, Nova storm being a bonded couple who ended up with Sunstorm who is much younger who try care for as their sparkling.

Dirge, Thrust and ramjet who are all random Seeker's who became friends at a young age and are a trine but aren't together at all, they be the boys who go out on the town and wake up in their flat with a hangover and a random mech/ Seeker in their berth.

Nacelle trills lightly as the little seekers curled up in blankets and pillows. Wings fluttering in delight as he watches the little mechs curl up again each other. His two lovers chuckle softly, watching how me preens and chirps and thrills at his two little bitlets. One of his lovers moves closer to him, resting their helm against his backstruts as his wings flutter again. "They are just sleeping sweetspark you can step away. They aren't going anywhere," they call out to him. "I know, they are just..." he starts before his other lover calls back. "Fresh, I know and very you, but they are here finally, you don't have to stand guard all the time," They tease before leading him into the room towards the fluffed up berth. "I think that's enough playing guard for the night"

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And these ones too I guess…

[weirdlookingsnakewithlegs]

Lord wormy requests more headcanons for all of the seekers :3

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Starscream - Unlike many seekers who are naturally reactive, Megatron beat the reaction out of him. Where one would normally snap if something were to be waved in their face, Starscream will flinch back but make no move to bite or posture.

Thundercracker - Because of his denser frame he often puts himself in harms way for his trine, overestimating himself at times. Unsurprisingly, he has the highest injury count.

Skywarp - Considering his processor is taken up by his warp drive and mapping software, he often finds himself in situations he doesn't remember getting into. In the beginning of the war this was a major problem.

Dirge - Dirge struggles with his standing in his trine, often uncomfortable by their constant fighting.

Thrust - Believing he should be trine leader, he has made a few attempts on Ramjet's life. he is unsure as to WHY he keeps it up or why Ramjet stays trined with him.

Ramjet - Ramjet loves his trine but the truth is he never wanted to be trine leader, he's not sure what to do when it comes to Thrust and Dirge. Though, he knows better than to allow Thrust that role.

Bitstream - His hubris often gets the better of him, resulting in many beat downs from other Decepticons.

Nacelle - Nacelle was originally a slave before the war, a servant under one of the senators. He got by due to his quiet and elusive nature.

Hotlink - He has a major soft spot for Nacelle and Bitstream, it's often used against him for others to get what they want from him.

Blackout - Blackout struggles with letting go, letting people go to be specifically.

Slipstream - No stranger to starvation.

Acidstorm - His own ability causes him to be in the medbay several times a day.

Novastorm - He keeps a holo of his conjunx and sparklings, it's a reminder of why he took in Sunstorm and Blazewake.

Ionstorm - Honestly there's nothing going on with him he's just a major glitch.

Sunstorm - Sometimes a thought crosses him, a small wonder if Primus gave him this power to punish him rather than gift him.

Cloudcover - He constantly blames himself for Sandstorm's death, can't stand looking at Blazewake.

Sandstorm - Before his death, he had promised he would take Blazewake through in electrical storm. Guess what didn't happen.

Avia - She was attached to Wheezingarrow like a leech, always exclaiming how she wanted to be a medical assistant like him. After his death she lost that dream.

Chemtrail - Having lost her creator, sire, and adoptive sire, she's a bit fussy over her trine. She's almost constantly fussing over Blast and Blazewake, scared to death she might loose them.

Blast - As the war continues, Blast slowly looses his confidence. Each bad injury sets him back and he has to regain himself.

Redwing - He often feels a hopeless, after what happened to Knockout, being unable to save his own trinemate, and witnessing Avia's tumble into grief, he's not sure if he could even be considered a medic at times.

Blazewake - After flying through his first electrical storm he buried himself in Chemtrail's arms and Chemtrail would keep it to herself that he cried.

Wheezingarrow - Wheezingarrow's last words were a joking request for Redwing to find a better medical assistant.

[prince-toffee]

Windcharger Takes Nacelle Apart | Transformers (2019) | #30 | Lineart by Anna Malkova | Colours by David Garcia Cruz

[berrystarred]

Below is a short scrap of writing I did about Nacelle. Look him up, he's so silly.

I like to think of him as an innocent little people pleaser because of his character description of "just trying his best"

He's not the best seeker... but he tries, and no one likes him because he's one of the few nice seekers.

BTW, in our version nacelle looks almost exactly like Starscream ;3

Anyways, here's Skywarp and Nacelle's first meeting:

[After a successful raid on an autobot outpost, the seekers celebrated their victory]

Nacelle: (brings in a small cake he made to celebrate)

[All the seekers continue to ignore him as he tries to offer it around, no one even taking notice of him being there]

Dirge: (bumps into Nacelle, nearly making him drop his cake) hey, gearbox, get out of the way!

Nacelle: s-sorry! (Walks away and goes into the hallway, sitting on a bench)

Voice: Whipped?

Nacell: (perks up and looks at who was sitting down the bench) I'm sorry?

Skywarp: (sitting a few feet away, pointing at the cake on Nacelle's lap) The frosting. Is the frosting whipped?

Nacelle: u-uh yeah- I made it myself-

Skywarp: (scooches closer and takes some of the icing on his finger, licking it off)

Nacelle: ...how is it?

Skywarp: terrible.

Nacelle: o-oh- oh... sorry...

Skywarp: cut me a piece would ya?

Nacelle: huh-? But you said-

Skywarp: the frosting is slag, that's for sure, let me try the cake.

Nacelle: oh! Ok- sorry... (cuts him a slice and hands him the plate)

Skywarp: (eats some of it)

Nacelle: well?

Skywarp: hm... you're better at making cake than you are at frosting.

Nacelle: oh- thank you!

Skywarp: that wasn't a compliment. (He continued to eat his cake)

Nacelle: oh... you're Skywarp right?

Skywarp: Yes, and you're- Starscream's baby brother.

Nacelle: oh- I wish... no- I'm Nacelle-

Skywarp: That was a joke, I don't know you.

Nacelle: o-oh- sorry-

Skywarp: Damn you say that a lot. But seriously though- why do you look like Starscream?

Nacelle: o-oh- the others in my unit all chose their colors first... no one chose these colors so- I did...

Skywarp: wow, that's so sad! (He laughed mockingly)

Nacelle: hm- (laughs along with him a little)

Skywarp: (looks at him) What are you laughing about?

Nacelle: oh- uh- sorry... I was just laughing with you about what you said...

Skywarp: oh- I was insulting you.

Nacelle: o-oh- sorry I thought-

Skywarp: ugh- whatever. (Stands up) you're a weirdo, y'know that? And you say sorry too much.

Nacelle: oh- s- (he covered his mouth) I see...

Skywarp: try to do better Nacelle... (skywarp walked away, dropping the plate onto Nacelles cake, messing up the frosting on top)

Nacelle: (looks after him in awe) ...he remembered my name- (smiles) bye Skywarp!

[deepfriedhopesanddreams]

Some seekers

The only Starscream clones with relatively nicer personalities

[zynisynhaveagoodnap]

doodle for my headcannon

engineer seekers, and red wing

[ut-girl666]

Inspired from a clip out of Matt Rose’s “PART TWO: Twitter trying to say MORE things at the same time”:

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Hotlink and Nacelle (both young little 🏳️‍⚧️ MTFs): *proudly showing their good work off to their mentor (Starscream)*

Starscream: *wants to say ‘good job’ to show things are still the same, and their change of gender hasn’t changed his care for/pride in them, and also wants to say ‘good girl’ to affirm them as femmes now, and show that he’s supportive of them*

Starscream: *What comes out:* “GOOD GOD”

Star internally: NOOOOO YOU FUCKING IDIOT, IM GOING TO GO FUCKING KILL MYSELF-

HL & N: *start crying after this has happened for the second time this week and 12th this month, and go sob to Megatron, very desperate for some assuring words from someone important*

Star: *still mentally berating himself, before he realizes, and runs after to frantically apologize to them… where they are now being halfway cradled into the sides of an angry gladiator growling at him*

(video clip for reference under the cut)

[kaontic]

Reflector is a disappointment you guys. 😔

Context: Somebody failed to live vicariously through their “son”. :P

Maybe it had somethin’ to do with treachery or basketball idk.

Am I doing this meme again? Yes I am.

Audio: Aqua Teen Hunger Force

[runawaymac]

I give the jetlings a humble offering of shiny stones and this jet fuel i found

How kind of you! With these materials, they made a pretty fireplace. Time to light it!

[ratkid-kelp]

I love seekers

My design for her is very Windblade inspired

[tinydefector]

It's nearly 2:30am for me but I wanted to get this finished before I head to bed so enjoy some seekers, gonna work on The storm seekers mostly in a few days becuase I'm drained as hell.