#transformers prime ratchet

[eminemily05]

Well, I did it. I finally cracked and wrote for Ratchet. And an inspired fic, no less

I wanted to give one of my pieces (Kissy Times ) a way that was more open to any readers/viewers. While also having fun building around the moment itself.

I hope I was able to capture the grumpy guy's personality well enough, and I do hope you all enjoy. And it gets a bit more suggestive towards the end, just a warning

This work is 2.2k words and roughly proofread...I may have issues.

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It’s a damn good thing the kids aren’t at base to witness this.

That’s the only thought on your mind as a metal servo slips under your shirt. The touch is gentle, hesitant even. Yet, its owner seems anything but at the moment. As mesh lips slot against yours, the faint rumble of an engine reverberates off the metal surfaces of the Autobot base. Steam slips through the seams of alloy plating, nearly unnoticeable biolights flickering beneath armor plates.

Of course, the feeling isn’t nearly as incredible as the fact of just whose servo is wandering your heated skin. 

Ratchet, mass displaced, yet still towering, had cornered you off to a section of the medbay. His back turned towards the main room so he could keep you from any prying optics that did manage to sneak in. Not that he was even focused on sensing whether any of the team witnessed this moment. All his attention diverted to the melting putty of human against his frame. To which he quickly responded with a supporting servo along the nape of your neck. Taking care to not pinch any skin between the seams of his digits as he cupped it with practiced precision.

Your hands found purchase along the seams of his warm plating. One settling on his shoulder pauldron. The other, gently cupping his audial–which wiggled happily–and pulling him closer into the embrace. Soft puffs of steam warming your fingers from beneath his frame. 

Internally, his scanner was pinging off repeatedly with warning signals for your current state. Easily, it picked up the shift of your breath, the uptick of your bodily temperature, and the steady increase of your heart rate as he practically stole the air from your lungs. His frame pressed flush to your trembling form and heated form. Yet, the feeling from your miniscule and weak EM field told him it was nothing to worry about.

Well, aside from the obvious–and very much annoying–human limits compared to his own alien species. Curse the universe for doing this to you.

Setting a shaking hand against his chassis, you gave a firm–yet gentle–push. It took him a moment to pick up on your silent plea, and he pulled back with a hiss of his pistons. Engine rattling unhappily at the separation. But, your comfort always came first.

Immediately, he was checking you over. A worried click of his vocalizer settling between you. “I…wasn’t too much, was I..?” His bright blue optics dimmed slightly and his finials perked. His sensors hadn’t picked up any physical discomfort, but mentality was always a fickle thing. 

Maybe he read your field wrong? He contemplated, It’s not like it’s his fault it was so fragging hard to pick up on.

Struggling to even get your brain to boot back up, you didn’t even notice the fact that the bot in front of you was having a mini crisis. Scared that scrap, he broke the human. How was he supposed to explain this to the team?

You were absolutely starstruck, your brain sailing high in the clouds on the wings of pure euphoria. When was the last time you had even felt something that good? That kiss had been so far out of this world–pun intended–that your mind was having a bit of a hard time coming back out of the stars. I’m sorry, but too much? You thought silently as his words finally floated into the mush of your hazy thoughts. This man cannot be serious. 

A repeated firm pat against your cheek brought you back. Crash landing your shuttle of daydreams right back down to the hard, serious surface of reality. You blinked a couple times before finally looking up at him. Him and his–very clearly–annoyed expression.

“It would be helpful if you could actually answer me, I do hope you know,” His finals twitched in slight, harmless, agitation. He wasn’t actually mad, just worried. Maybe he wasn’t always able to show it in the best way, but you had known him long enough to learn his tells.

Malleable metal creased slightly under his optical ridges in silent concern. Dimmed optics diligently scanned over your body for any sign of discomfort. Servos drifting over your skin for anything out of place. He cared through actions best, not words.

You couldn’t help the teasing tone that left your mouth, a smirk playing on your lips. “Well, then maybe you shouldn’t take my breath away so easily,” You gave the antenna of his back kibble a slight flick, drawing a stutter from his engine, before wrapping your arms up and around his helm. Messing him was child’s play.

Panic flickered across his features for just a moment. Plating hissing as it rose in stress, his digits gripping as his optics zeroed in on your chest. While generally perverted, you could tell he was checking whether your lungs had actually collapsed.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that you probably wouldn’t be talking if they had.

“Take your breath away?!” His tone turned frantic, engine roaring loud and causing his frame to vibrate against you, “I didn’t mean to deprive you of air, oh I am a fo–” 

Fortunately, his concerned ranting was cut short when he saw the amused look on your features. Suddenly, his plating drooped with a click and hiss of steam as he gave you a clearly un-amused glare in return. 

“You were using one of your incredibly annoying Earth idioms, weren’t you. Need I remind you to not use those sort of phrases with a Doctor. I would feel this is obvious.”

Playfully rolling your eyes, you dragged a finger along one of his seams. Watching his finals perk slightly at the touch. He seemed to relax…albeit slightly. But hey! Slightly with Ratchet, in any capacity, was a celebration of its own!

“Loosen up Doc–” His wheels spun with displeasure at the nickname, finials flicking down, “You really need to stop thinking so much about it. Oh, and learn a bit more about human culture and phrases. They get so much worse from there.” Ratchet hearing the phrase ‘shit fire and save matches’ would probably send him into a spark-attack and a tirade you didn’t even want to imagine explaining to him…

…Although, the idea did seem quite amusing.

“And fill my processor with useless, and primitive, information? Puh-lease. I’d rather build a space bridge from scrap, than even attempt to understand you humans.” He grumbles, looking at you over. Clearly, still apprehensive about your physical wellbeing 

“You still never answered my question, you know.”

He really was worried about you, wasn’t he? The old softie…

Sighing, you gently rubbed along one of his finials. His helm shifted to follow the touch as you answered, “Ratchet, that was probably the best damn kiss I’ve ever had. Too good, in fact.” You hummed, smirking at him. Mirth sparkled in your eyes. “Have any more experiences you’d like to ‘share’ with me?”

The question was supposed to be playful, a simple teasing jab at his age and probably lack of experience. 

….Apparently, that was not the case.

“Not that you could handle.” He scoffed, the corners of his dermas twitching in a hidden smirk. Plates shifted as steam rolled through them. Your eyes widened like saucers at a sudden peak at his very much tucked away personality. Like a tiger eyeing its next meal through the chain-link of its enclosure.

This fucker! You thought, suddenly feeling like a kid who just watched the last of their favorite treat get swallowed up. How dare he keep sexy secrets from me. 

You sent him a deadly glare, an unappealing whine slipping from your throat. “That’s not fair, Ratch!”

The servo under your shirt shifted upwards slightly, digits caressing the curve of your spine. A breathy keen replaced your quick forming tirade and you couldn’t help leaning into the touch. His expression said it all for you. The medic knew exactly what he was doing.

Then again, he was a quick learner.

“What’s the phrase again? Life’s not fair?”

Oh, how you wanted to wipe that smug look off his face. The digits dancing along your back didn’t seem to want to help your stuttering mind from its predicament.

“Nevermind, no more human phrases for you.” You grumbled, recovering quickly. Knowledge was power, and human knowledge in Ratchet’s servos was like playing with fire. His knowledge of you–your ins and outs–was like dancing through hellflame, though.

Breath suddenly hitching as he leaned in close, he gently bumped his helm against your brow bone. Taking care to shift his chevrons out of the way, lest he accidentally stab you. He moved to speak–which was probably more stupid snark from his stupid (handsome) face in that stupid (attractive) tone–and you instantly took the opportunity to jolt forward. Slotting your lips against his, stalling his engine and actually drawing a surprised whoop of his sirens. The small snort of amusement you gave was incredibly short lived, as his servo gave a gentle tug of your hair.

 Your gasp, with the following undercurrent of a soft moan, gave him just enough of a chance to slip his glossa past your lips. The taste of iron and static charge sat against your tongue, and your eyes fluttered closed. Any sane person surely wouldn’t find enjoyment in such a strange mix of taste. But at this point, sane wasn’t even part of the equation. Not when you got a chance at riding with (on) the party ambulance. The grouchy, moody, but incredibly skilled and fine wine, agedly handsome party ambulance.

Imagining a younger, college age version of this bot sent blood pumping straight between your legs. Fuck, Cybertron had been lucky to witness the glory of prime-time Ratchet. Young, Fast, Energetic, and definitely a great–

The ever learning and observing medic settled his servos down along your hips now. Applying skillful and perfect pressure that pulled soft whines and moans from your mouth, and took you from your fantastical thoughts. You’d revisit those later…in the safety of your room, with the comfort of your…toys.

A quick learner who knew–and catalogued–just where to touch to mold your mind into such hazy thoughts. As if he knew just what you were thinking. Like he was silently saying to you, ‘I may not be young, but don’t think I’ve lost the energy and spunk to break your brains.’ Or something like that. Though, that may have just been your own mind saying that to you. Then again…with magic hands McGee over here, your brain even struggled to make its silent snide comments.

It clung desperately to any rationale it still held, not that any of it would last long enough. Not with eons old, intelligent as fuck, alien medic man pressed right up against you. Rumbling frame and hissing joints steadily working to clog your brain and untense your body. Biolights flashing a very alluring, tantalizing, pattern beneath the cracks of his armor plating. 

Just relax. They almost spoke to you. And damnit if you didn’t want to listen. Because you really really wanted to. You’d need to ask Ratchet about that later…when thinking wasn’t so hard…let alone speaking.

It probably would help if you didn’t have metal, and shockingly soft, lips moving so expertly against yours. Glossa slipping against your lips and pushing your own tongue down. Static sparkling deliciously against the roof of your mouth. A pleasant little buzz.

Ratchet pulled back just slightly, enough to look at your blissed out expression with a soft chuckle. He hasn’t seen that sort of effect since he was back in Medical School as a charged-up, naive mech. But by the gods, he still had it. And with a human, no less.

It made his wheels spin in pure excitement.

Thinking about it, the team wouldn't be back for a couple more groons. Having gone out on a scavenging mission for energon. And the old bot had needed a break for a good while. Optimus would certainly agree…

So, just this once, he supposed he’ll take what he deserves.

Settled in his reasoning, the aged mech slid his servos under your thighs and easily lifted you right up against the metal wall. Your back sat flush against it as his grip held you securely. The show of strength only caused your face to heat up significantly. Obviously, a human was like holding a bag of grapes compared to the metal these bots flung around regularly. But fuck if it wasn’t hot seeing how effortlessly Ratchet could fling you around.

Though you wished he'd just fling you into the nearest bed, this would do fine.

Locking his lips back up against yours, his engine rumbled loudly. Vibrating his entire frame against your body and sending pleasurable sensations down to the aching between your legs that so desperately needed some touch.

His vents and fans whirred at a deafening pace as his servos found purchase along your waist. Digits sunk gently into the plush skin as he held you pinned against the wall with his hips. Your legs settled along the runners of his hip guards and you just barely registered his antenna wagging at the movement. Like some overgrown, metal puppy. How adorable.

You silently thanked the gods that the kids weren’t here to witness this. 

Unfortunately, that was the last sensible thought your brain could make before Ratchet’s skillful touch dipped into your shorts. Completely shattering any rational idea from that moment on. At that moment all you could think was,

Thank you Primus for crafting this hunk of a wonderfully handsome, and incredibly skilled man. But please…just don’t let him break me.

[stupidseeker]

[wolfasketch]

In my defense, I got bored

Idea: TFP Autobots as Dragons

Decepticon Dragon

[multifandoms27-blog]

Hi!! I've been binge watching TFP, as I've recently just stumbled across it. And already wishing I've seen this show eariler!

May I request TFP Ratchet realizing he's fallen in love with a F/human ally? Honestly just love 'grumpy, gruff hero falls for sweet, caring love interest. But denies it at first till something happens' trope. Can be fluff/smutt. Anything you're comfy with 😊

Thanks and feel free to ignore, if your inbox is full.

Oh my God I literally love Ratchet so much, thank you for this. Finish the show and then watch the movie! I was lucky enough to watch it when it was coming out - I loved it as a kid and I love it now as an adult.

Content: TFP Ratchet x Fem! Hum! Reader

Warnings: None!

Notes: I wrote for Ratchet a lot on my old Wattpad account, or at least what I can remember of it. If anybody wants to see my cringy old writing, my username on there is the same here, Multifandoms27. I also have a four-part TFP Megatron series if anybody's interested. Also I apologize if this is shit - this is my first time writing for Ratchet in literal years so uh, hope you enjoy lol

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Ratchet usually didn't bother with the whole romance thing. He was too old for that. Even when you came into the picture, he didn't pay much attention to you. He thought humans were weak links - something that didn't belong in his world.

But through your own effort to get to know him, he slowly warmed up to you. He thought you were one of a kind - smart, funny, understood him in almost every capacity...he loved you. But he would never admit it, not even to himself.

You had been nothing but nice to him, even in the beginning when all he did was snap at you. Thats what softened him, made him draw closer to you. How could something so tiny be so kind to something so...large?

And then, when the children came and he had to grow accustomed to them, then to June and Fowler, he had realized that you had made him so accustomed to humans and made him believe he could finally...no. No, he did not love you.

...At least, that's what he told himself. Until you got hurt.

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Optimus had walked through the groundbridge, his servo raised and, for once, a solemn face. One of their own had been hurt, and Ratchet feared Miko finally had gotten hurt from chasing after Bulkhead. But, when Optimus showed him his servo, his spark nearly extinguished.

"(Y/n)! Oh, Primus, no!" He carefully took your unconscious form in his servos and called for June.

Optimus felt responsible for your state, and so he went to lock himself in his berthroom. Ratchet however, tried to assist June anyway he could. But June eventually grew too stressed trying to dress your wounds and assure Ratchet, that she finally snapped on him and told him to get out of the room.

Ratchet went to find Optimus, to ask how you had gotten so hurt. He was angry. He was so livid. How could this have happened to you? To his favorite human?

He knocked gently at first on Optimus' berthroom door. When he got no response, he began to pound on the door. "Optimus, I know you are in there!"

Slowly, the door opened. Optimus stood, staring down at his medic and long time friend. His gaze was quizzical, but he said nothing. Ratchet was even more put off by that. He began to speak. "How did she come to be like that?"

"She must have snuck through the groundbridge when none of us were looking, and-"

"Just tell me how she got this way, Optimus." Ratchet pleaded.

"Megatron was not so kind to her...that is all I'll say, for your sake." Optimus spoke, sadness lacing his tone.

Ratchet grew enraged. "And you couldn't protect her?! Primus, Optimus! You have had more than one chance to defeat Megatron, yet you stand here, sad as an Earth puppy who got kicked, while my (Y/n) is getting torn apart by the most tyrannical Cybertronian in our history! How could you?!"

Optimus sighed and looked off to the side. "Goodnight, Ratchet. We will speak in the morning."

Ratchet protested, but the Prime had already shut himself back in his room. Grumbling, he turned to find all three children staring from around the corner, accompanied by Bumblebee. He grumbled more. "What are you looking at?!"

Bumblebee whirred that you were awake. Ratchet blinked and rushed back into the medbay, where sure enough, you laid there awake and groaning in pain. June looked up and saw Ratchet once more.

"I administered some pain meds just now. She should be okay in about twenty minutes. Her wounds are all dressed." June backed away. "Do you want me to uh..."

"Yes, please." Ratchet waited for June to leave before kneeling next to you. "How are you feeling?"

"...Could be worse." You laughed, then cringed in pain.

"I'm not sure how much worse you could be. I hear you survived Megatron. Well done, sweetspark."

"Sweetspark? That's a new one." You chuckle this time, careful not to create a big pain response like before.

Ratchet blinked in surprise. "D-Did I say that? I meant-"

"It's okay, Ratch." You grinned and placed a hand on his large servo. "I know what you mean."

Ratchet stopped, then slowly and softly smiled down at you. Yes, you always understood him in some capacity...but not every one. You could never pick up on how much he loved you.

Yes, he loved you.

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Here's my Transformers masterlist in case you wanna request something!

[skybiie]

Synthetic energon 🌱💚

Original by @//itwasleo on Twitter!!

[nova--spark]

So I am infamous now for the time I pointed out Op and Meg's eyes both are tears of sadness and of rage.

But @seraphim-seeker commented on my Megatron one with this in the tags

So yeah, what about Ratchet?

Ratchet has been described, in the Art of Prime to have soft eyes

Which, when looking at Ratchet, does in fact come across in his design but I wanna point out one very vital factor in his eyes.

These almost teardrop like additions to them.

And, knowing how rare to see them it is , believe me, I had to go through a lot of clips to find shots where it showed these tears I once again cannot help but be reminded of tears, of a medic in mourning.

Mourning what? The loss of his world, of his allies, his loved ones, his patients.

And it is so rare to see these tears, just as rare as it is to see Ratchet be vulnerable, because he puts on the armor and shields that hide his emotions from others.

With the kids for example, he immediately rejects the idea, but grows so close to Raf

one of my favorite gifs that shows how gentle and soft Ratchet once was is this

How he is quick to use both hands to catch Raf, and makes sure he has a hold of him with both, before making sure to shift to one carefully.

And keeping his eyes ON Raf, all times as he carries him.

And as always I mention RID15 for the rare good thing it did in design

It showed how tired he is. He was a war medic, making sure everyone made it back in one piece and made it out alive, and RID15 shows it in a way that makes it also feel so tragic

Ratchet bears the tears, ever eternal, of a doctor who couldn't save many, but saved those that mattered most.

Grumpy he may be, but there is a gentleness to him, no matter what he says to all.

[artxssa]

This is for the Ratchet x Optimus shippers

(me)

[deceptibots]

“Say It Again” - Ratchet x Reader

“Will you stop when I say it? Okay, you’re cute.”

Prompt by @/creativepromptsforwriting

Pairings -> Ratchet x Y/N

Warnings -> None

Genre/Theme -> fluff, teasing

Note -> n/a

Word count -> 744 words

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The med bay was as chaotic as ever, and you were deep in the thick of it, bouncing between tasks. Ratchet’s grumbling was a constant backdrop to the clatter of tools and the hum of machinery. For a temporary nurse, you were holding your own remarkably well—though you suspected Ratchet’s high standards would never let him admit it.

“Y/N!” Ratchet’s voice snapped across the room, sharp and impatient.

“Right here, Doc,” you replied, rushing over with a tray of tools. “What’s got your wires crossed this time?”

He shot you a withering look as he reached for the tools, his hands deftly working to repair a gash in an Autobot’s plating. “My ‘wires’ wouldn’t be crossed if certain humans learned how to follow instructions.”

You smirked, not taking the bait. “Well, if you’d just admit I’m doing an amazing job, maybe I’d listen better.”

He snorted, muttering something in Cybertronian that you could only assume wasn’t flattering.

As the hours dragged on, the med bay began to quiet. The last injured Autobot had been stabilized, leaving just you and Ratchet tidying up. He was at his station, meticulously organizing tools, his broad shoulders hunched slightly with the weight of exhaustion.

“You know,” you said, breaking the silence as you wiped down a counter, “you could try taking a break sometime. You’re not indestructible.”

“I don’t need a break,” he replied without looking up, his tone clipped but lacking his usual sharpness.

“Of course not,” you said with mock solemnity, setting down the cloth and walking over to him. “You’re Ratchet. The great, invincible Autobot medic.”

His optics flickered toward you, unimpressed. “What are you getting at, Y/N?”

“I’m just saying,” you continued, leaning against the counter beside him, “if you’d let me handle more, maybe you wouldn’t have to carry the entire med bay on your shoulders.”

“You?” he said, raising a brow plate. “Handle more? Last week you nearly broke a scanner because you thought it was a ‘weird Cybertronian thermometer.’”

“That’s slander,” you shot back, grinning. “I’m a fast learner.”

He huffed, turning back to his tools. “You’re a fast something, I’ll give you that.”

You stepped closer, resting your elbows on the counter as you watched him work. “You know, Doc, you’d be in a much better mood if you just admitted I’m right.”

“About what?” he asked, though his tone suggested he already regretted asking.

“That I’m amazing,” you said, your grin widening. “And cute.”

That made him pause. His optics flickered toward you again, narrowing slightly. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Well,” you said, tapping your chin theatrically, “if you just called me cute, I’d stop nagging you. Think of how peaceful your life would be.”

He stared at you, clearly debating whether or not to dignify that with a response. Finally, he sighed, turning back to his tools. “I’m not indulging this ridiculousness, Y/N.”

“Oh, come on,” you teased, poking his arm lightly. “What’s the harm? Just one little compliment and I’ll leave you alone.”

He didn’t reply immediately, his hands pausing as he set down a tool. You saw his servos flex briefly, his optics dimming as if he was actually considering it.

“Will you stop if I say it?” he asked, his tone gruff but quieter than usual.

You blinked, caught off guard by his sudden seriousness. “Uh… yeah, sure.”

He turned to face you fully, crossing his arms as he looked down at you. For a moment, you thought he might laugh—or, more likely, scold you for wasting time. Instead, he tilted his head slightly and said, “Okay. You’re cute.”

The words were gruff, awkward, and utterly unexpected. Your jaw dropped, your heart skipping a beat as you stared up at him.

“Wait, did you just—?”

“Yes, and if you make me repeat it, I’ll take it back,” he muttered, already turning back to his tools.

You grinned, recovering quickly. “Doc, I had no idea you were capable of such emotional honesty. I’m touched.”

“Don’t push your luck,” he said, though there was no real bite in his tone.

You leaned against the counter, watching him work with a newfound warmth in your chest. “You know, if you keep this up, I might start thinking you actually like having me around.”

He paused for half a second before replying, his voice dry. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Y/N.”

Still, you could’ve sworn you saw the faintest flicker of amusement in his optics.

[obsidianimp]

Medics and their work... both are tired...

[praxcrown5]

War and Wings: Truth or Dare

So, this piece is, like, three years in the making.  I started working on the lineart while I still lived in Texas, and really didn't knuckle down to work on it until last year.  I've been busy lately, so I've only been able to work on it a few hours at a time.  And since digital art isn't my strong-suit, it took a LOT of hours.  Way too many to count.

This deviation is a scene from the first chapter of an old Transformers Prime fanfiction I wrote back in the early 10's.  Team Prime is playing truth or dare with their human partners.  Their fun annoys Ratchet, whom is working on his nerdy science stuff (AKA synthetic energon).  Rafael rolls a nat 20 on his charisma check to convince Ratchet that they'll leave him alone...so long as he plays a few rounds with him.  Ratchet has no idea what he's getting into.

Link to the Fic on Fanfiction.net. Eventually, I'll migrate it over to A03. Eventually...

[mannepl]

First time drawing Ratchet from Transformers Prime.

I am gathering the courage to post more of my Transformers art. I will be shifting and post Ace Attorney and Transformers content because they are both very dear to me.

[rainydaydreamsideblog]

(Transformers Prime) You Ask Them to Drive You for Ice Cream

Optimus Prime: It depends on what's going on. He has a lot on his mind, but there is also a curiosity about the ways of people. If he's swamped with Prime responsibilities, he may suggest you inquire with Bumblebee or Bulkhead to take you instead. But on a good day, he just might pull away from his duties and take you himself. When he learns that going for ice cream is also a method of cheering someoneup, he'll offer to take you if he thinks you could use it.

Bumblebee: Absolutely! He is the most enthusiastic about a request like this. As long as he isn't in the middle of a throwdown with Decepticons, all you have to do is say the word. He loves any opportunity to go for a drive, and especially enjoys seeing you happy once you have the sweet treat.

Ratchet: Will say no immediately without hesitation. However... that isn't his final answer every time. His first instinct is to wave off the request and say he has too much to do, and that there's no time for silly Earth customs. But you've grown on him. He just might change his mind after a minute or two of thinking it over. He'll never admit it, but underneath the attitude, it warms his spark to see you so happy over something so simple.

Bulkhead: He'll take you, no problem. He likes getting out of the base, and it makes him glad to see you enjoying your treat. He will definitely note this custom and offer to take you anytime he sees you feeling down, or if you just need to take your mind off anything stressful.

Arcee: She'll shrug with a, "yeah, sure." She's not exactly over the moon about it, but not at all opposed. Any opportunity to zoom out of base for a bit is worth it. After seeing how it made you happy, she might nonchalantly offer to take you in the future, playing it off like it's something she's doing begrudgingly. But actually, she enjoys it.

[stupidseeker]

[skybiie]

I HADDDD TO DO THIS TREND WITH RATCHET AND SMOKESCREEN IT JUST WORKED SO WELL (!!!NOT A SHIP!!!)

Original trend by @//sweepswoop_ on Twitter!!

[bulkheadbignaturals]

Late night Ratchet doodle to get myself familiar with drawing mecha, nothing much else.

[mysticaltravelerr]

Feeling festive today ✨🎄