#adventures in bumblebee sitting

[starsha-k-luna]

A little something I drew for @mgarmagedon for they’re Transformers Robots in Disguise Humanized AU

A read a post about their take on the episode “Adventures in Bumblebee Sitting” & I wanted to have a go myself of drawing a scene from that episode with @mgarmagedon Humanized designs (you should check it out, it’s really good)

It’s of Young Bee when he was on top of the Clothes Dryers pile saying his the King.

Hope you like the drawing @mgarmagedon

#transformers #robots in disguise #transformers robots in disguise #bumblebee #tfrid bumblebee #tfrid #tf rid15 human au #tfrid15 #tf rid 2015 #adventures in bumblebee sitting #i’m king of the clothes dryers #all hail the king #my own drawing #my own art #my own sketch #my own work #not my au

[hx4x4enthusiast]

your papa prime head cannons are spot on! Though I wonder what papa prime would do if and when he realizes that his autobots/kids are like his sparklings (btw I love your writing style!)

Aww, thank you for the kind words. I love this so here a short story about how I think he would discover that he is running sire protocol aka

Optimus realizes he is now a dad.

Optimus fluff

Words: 817

It was a quiet day in the base, the entire week was for the bots relatively peaceful the cons didn’t try to destroy the earth yet again and the kids were out using the holidays to go visit family. Miko was in Tokyo visiting her parents and catching up with friends, Raf and his family went to Mexico for his cousins Quinceañera and to catch up and even Jack and his mom went on a trip to Canada to visit Junes Sister.

The bots used the rare tranquillity, in different ways, Arcee went out more training her parkour skills, Bumblebee visit the Griffin Rock stationed Rescue Team. Meanwhile Bulkhead joined Wheeljack on a “space adventure” and even Ratchet allowed himself to rest more and work on some project of his. Truly a perfect time to relax before the storm comes again and the efforts to end the war start anew.

And yet Optimus could not sit still, since the beginning of the week his frame has been acting up. It started with the itching of his plating as if nanoticks are biting into his mesh, then his fans and vents acted up leaving him sometimes unable to move from the cold or borderline delirious from the heat. When parts of his frame started to move, like his right leg transforming, making him stumble into his work desk he had enough.

“Old friend, could I ask for your expertise?”

“Oh? What a rare occasion to find you willingly come into the medbay. To what do I owe this pleasure of your visit Optimus?”

“My frame has been acting up in various ways and I can not fathom on what may have caused this.”

“Well then let’s get you checked out come on take a seat.”

Optimus did as instruct while Ratchet readied the scans to run a complete diagnostic on his frame. With the last scan complete a frown made its way onto Ratchets face plate.

“Well Optimus physically there is nothing wrong with your frame, everything is in working order, energy levels are good. But what concerns me is your spark activity, normally it is in a very calm even lower compared to the others due to the influence of the matrix, but your current scan shows a hyperactivity, like you’re in a high stress situation.”

“Curios, I have never felt like this before.”

“Hmn, well let me run a protocol diagnostic scan maybe one of your battle protocols activated or is damaged. Lay down, go into power-down and I’ll see what I can find.”

“Very well, Ratchet.”

Laughter is what rose the Prime out of his power down, as his optics finally onlined he was met with the sight of Wheeljack laughing, Arcee getting a packet of rust sticks from both Bumblebee and Bulkhead and Ratchet standing on the side shaking his head in disapproval, before realizing Optimus woke up.

“Well Optimus, I have found the cause of your well, functioning problems, so I ran the protocol diagnostic scan and in good news all of your battle protocols are in perfect working order, matter of fact all of your protocols are working fine.”

“Then what would cause my flare-ups, old friend?”

“Well like I said all of your protocols are running fine and well-“

“Ha, your running sire protocol Prime, oh I never thought I see the day. Oh this is too good.”

“WHEELJACK!”

A very angry shout followed by the sound of a wretch making contact with a piece of metal, the piece of medal being Wheeljacks helm. Letting out a puff of air through his vents, Ratchet turned back around to face Optimus.

“What he said is true though, your sire protocols are running and that on overdrive.”

That day, at that time, something happened which has never happened before and will probably never happen again. Optimus was lost for words.

“But this doesn’t seem plausible I am not with a sparking neither have…I…adopted…one…”

A look of realisation crossed over the Primes features.

“The children.”

“Yes, Optimus your spark has formed a spark bond with each of the children and seeing the effect it has of you they, though most unknowingly, accepted it and with that you as their sire.”

“When are the children coming back?”

“Soon Optimus, Raf is as far as I know already on his way back, they will arrive tomorrow.”

“And Miko told me she takes the plane from Tokyo tomorrow.” Bulkhead added.

“Jack and his mom should arrive either today late in the night or tomorrow morning to noon.” Arcee mentioned offhandedly.

“Well I believe it is in the best od interest to wait until all of them arrive and see how we will proceed from there. I will excuse myself then I will see you tomorrow.”

With that Optimus exited the medbay not seeing the knowing smirk on his medics faceplate.

#transformers #transformers prime #maccadams #tfp #fluff #optimus prime #macaddam #papa prime #bulkhead #tfp ratchet #miko nakadai #raf esquivel #jack darby #tfp arcee #bumblebee #Wheeljack #arcee

[fallinashes]

Hello!! I was wondering if you could write a TFP Optimus with the human reader (any gender) where they flirt with Optimus around the bots and humans, I want to know how Fowler would react. Bonus if they make him blush so much that even Ratchet is embarrassed 😭

Once upon a time on the planet ✨Earth✨, you, a human, found yourself working closely with the Autobots, particularly with Optimus Prime. As you spent more time together, you couldn't help but be drawn to the stoic and noble leader.

One day, during a casual conversation among the bots and humans, you decided to playfully flirt with Optimus, hoping to see his reaction. As you dropped some subtle compliments and witty remarks, Optimus's normally composed demeanor faltered slightly, and a faint blush graced his metallic cheeks. Even the ever-serious Ratchet couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head, clearly taken aback by this rare display of emotion from the Autobot leader.

As the days went by, you continued to tease Optimus, and he found himself growing more accustomed to your playful banter. The other Autobots couldn't help but notice the change in Optimus's behavior whenever you were around. Bumblebee would give sly grins, Arcee would playfully nudge Optimus, and Bulkhead would offer words of encouragement.

Meanwhile, Agent Fowler, who often worked closely with the Autobots, couldn't quite believe what he was witnessing. He'd never seen Optimus act this way before, and it left him both amused and puzzled. He found himself blushing at the innocent flirtatious exchanges between you and Optimus, much to his embarrassment.

One day, when you had successfully made Optimus blush once again, Fowler couldn't contain his curiosity any longer and decided to confront Optimus about his newfound flustered state. Optimus, with a slight smile, simply replied, "I suppose being around our human friend has made me appreciate and understand emotions on a deeper level."

And so, your playful flirting with Optimus continued, creating an endearing dynamic among the Autobots and humans. The relationship between you and Optimus grew stronger, demonstrating that even in the midst of intergalactic battles, lighthearted moments and connections could be found. And though Agent Fowler was still occasionally caught off guard by your interactions, he came to accept and appreciate the unique bond you shared with the Autobot leader, adding a touch of warmth and humor to their epic adventures.

IM SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG ID BEEN ON HOLIDAY AND THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR AGES 😭😭

I also wanna say thanks for 23 followers y’all and I’m being serious I’ve never really got anywhere on tumblr the past times I made a blog 😭😭🫶🫶

#transformers x reader #fanfic #optimus prime x reader #transformers #transformers prime #transformers prime x reader #x fem reader #x reader #x gn reader #transformers x male reader #x male reader

[vodika-vibes]

**Chapter 1**

Summary: When Commander Wolffe is forced into early retirement after losing an eye in a terrorist attack, he thinks his life is over. However, when his twin brother volunteers him to help a younger cousin adjust to life outside the military, he doesn’t fight as much as he normally would have. Still when his younger cousins, Rex and Gregor, told him that they signed up to play security for Doctors Without Borders, he genuinely thought that it was going to be the easiest job he’s ever had. Right up until the plane falls out of the sky and they end up stranded on an island that doesn’t follow any of the rules as he knows them.

Characters: Commander Wolffe, Captain Rex, Captain Gregor, F!Reader character called Bumblebee or Bee in story

Genre: Adventure, Supernatural, some romance (because I'm me)

Word Count: 2394

Warnings: None, so far

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: So I wasn't going to start this story until I finished my event stuff, but apparently I had an idea and needed to get it down.

This is the worst.

The absolute worst.

He should be home, in the barracks, looking after his brothers in the 104th. He should be standing next to his general as they prepare for the next push against the Seppies.

But no. He’s here, miles away from where he should be, waiting for the tiny plane to finish getting loaded for the last stretch of his, and his cousins, journey.

Wolffe can’t even bring himself to enjoy the scenery, why bother, it’s not like he’s going to be here long anyway. He leans against the back of the bench that he’s sitting on, his gaze flickering around the airstrip until he spies Rex and Gregor, talking with a pair of women near the building. 

Good. So long as they’re not getting in trouble.

Not that he really expected them to. But as the oldest, he can’t help but look out for them.

Especially Gregor.

His cousin had healed very nicely from the injury that nearly killed him. He’s still himself, the TBI doing very little to change his personality, but his memory is still spotty.

It’s one of the biggest reasons that he didn’t fight quite as hard as he normally would have when Fox volunteered him for the position. Besides, Doctors Without Borders is a respectable organization.

He could do worse.

Sure that his cousins are safe and aren’t wandering off to get mugged by someone who hates tourists, Wolffe casts his gaze back to the plane. And slowly his eyebrows raise when one of the doors open and a young woman hops out of the cockpit.

She looks familiar.

She looks very familiar.

He knows that jacket. He damn well better, he was the one who bought it in the first place.

He pushes to his feet and approaches the plane, and…there, on the side of her neck, a bumblebee tattoo with a honeycomb behind it.

A grin crosses his face without his permission, “Well now, look who it is. Lieutenant Bumblebee, in the flesh.”

She turns, and a wide grin crosses her face, “Wolffe? What brings you to my corner of paradise?” She walks over to him and bumps her fist against his, “I thought ‘vacations are beneath you’.” She mocks.

“Yeah, yeah. They are. I got a job with Doctors Without Borders, with some of my cousins.” He jabs his thumb over his shoulder, “I heard that you were living in the lap of luxury, though. White sandy beaches and fruity little drinks with umbrellas-”

She laughs, “Does this look like retirement to you, Wolfy-boy?”

“Dunno, you always loved to fly more than anything else.” He folds his arms over his chest, “Seeing you with a plane doesn’t surprise me in the slightest.” Wolffe pauses, “You know, I did hear a rumor-”

Her smile becomes slightly strained, “That I was Dishonorably Discharged and slapped with a court martial? Cause that’s not a rumor.”

“Shit, really?” She doesn’t respond and Wolffe rolls his eyes, “Come on, Bee. It’s me. What happened?”

“Gross Insubordination.” She says with a sigh, “Look, after I was transferred from Koon, I was given to Krell.”

Wolffe inhales sharply.

“Yeah.” Her laugh is slightly bitter, understandably bitter, “Well, I took issue with how he treated the men under his command and I didn’t hesitate to tell him so. So I was grounded and slapped with a court martial. And by the time Krell was removed and arrested for abusing the men under his command, everything had taken a life of its own, so I just took the Dishonorable Discharge.”

“You could have fought it.”

“Could have.” Bee agrees, “Just…the way that some of the people I’ve known for years looked at me.” She sighs and pushes her hand through her hair, “There was no point. Luckily, Plo put in a good word for me here.”

“Good thing the General likes you.”

“Tell me about it. I could do far, far worse than being a pilot for an organization as well respected as this one.” She shrugs and glances at her clipboard, “Not to mention, they’re pretty good about making sure that my prosthetics are up to par-”

“Prosthetics? What prosthetics?” Wolffe asks, his gaze snapping down her body, “Since when do you need prosthetics?”

Bee arches a delicate brow and lifts the leg of her long pants, revealing a matte gray prosthetic leg. “Parting gift from Krell.” She pauses, “Or, well, that’s my guess. I was officially injured in combat. But I’m almost positive that there weren’t any seppies on that planet-”

She pauses and takes a deep breath, dropping the leg of her pants and gestures vaguely with her clipboard, as if to say well, what can you do.

As if Wolffe needed another reason to hate Krell. Life in prison is too good for him.

“Sorry, I didn’t know. No one told me.”

“Yeah, well. It’s not as if I had very many friends left behind after the Court Martial.” She shrugs, “Anyway, what happened to your eye?”

“That blunt, huh?”

“That blunt.”

“Seppies.”

“Isn’t it always?”

Wolffe releases a humorless laugh, “Seems like it.” He leans against a crate, “Officially, I was medically discharged. Technically, I’m on medical leave for the next six months.”

“General Koon favors you.”

“Don’t I know it.” Wolffe’s gaze drags across the crates of medical supplies and other supplies, “So, who all are you transporting.”

“Well, according to my manifest-” Bee flips to a back page, “You, Rex and Gregor-” She pauses, “Is blondie over there, Rex? Shit, last time I saw him he was still in high school.”

Wolffe grins, “He’s a Captain now.”

“Ugh, I feel old.”

“You feel old? How do you think I feel?”

Bee laughs, “That’s what you get for being one of the oldest.” She glances back at her manifest, “Anyway, I’m also transporting a new nurse, her name is Raya Valencia. And a mechanic on loan from the GAR, Maty Wilson. Also, someone from the local government forced his way onto the manifest.”

“Mm, politics.”

“There’s no escaping it, I’m afraid.” Bee sets her manifest aside, “Anyway, someone will have to sit in the cockpit with me with the new addition.”

“Is that an offer, Bee?”

“What, you want a handwritten invitation?”

Wolffe laughs, “Hardly. I’ll be more than happy to sit up front with you. Maker knows we clearly have some catching up to do, LT.”

Bee grins at him, “Hardly my fault you went and got promoted to Commander and stopped associating with us minions.”

“Hey, I’ve always had a soft spot for you minion-y types.”

“Yeah, yeah,” There’s a laugh in her voice, “Beat it, Wolfy-boy. I have work to do. We’ll be lifting off in thirty.”

“I’m going, I’m going.” He tosses his bag over his shoulder and meanders on over to his cousins, as Bee turns to shout at a worker in a language he kind of recognizes.

It’s damned good to see her. Though it is a shame to hear about what happened to her.

“Making friends, Wolffe?” Rex asks with an arched brow.

“Chatting with an old friend,” Wolffe replies, “One that you know. You’ve met Bee before.”

Rex blinks, twice, and then his head snaps towards the plane, “Wait Bee? That Bee? The one we met at your graduation?”

“The one and the same.”

Rex stares in her direction, “Small world-”

“Tell me about it.”

“What happened between you two anyway?” Gregor asks, “If I remember correctly, you two were a thing-”

“Drop it.” Wolffe frowns at them, and then he sighs, “We were never a thing. I chickened out before I could ask her. And then I was promoted and it wouldn’t have worked anyway.”

“Well, she’s not in the military anymore-” Rex prods with a grin.

“Drop. It.”

“Okay, okay.” Rex holds his hands up, “Sorry. There’s no need to get snippy.”

Wolffe opens his mouth to say something, only to pause when Bee jogs over, “Alright Boys, and Girls and both and neither,” She says as she claps her hands, “The Airstrip is needed for an emergency medevac so we’re hauling out of here early. Get your stuff on board and make sure everything is secured.”

“Copy that, LT.” Rex says with a cheerful salute.

“Don’t you sass me, Rexy. I remember you as a pimply high schooler.”

“Yes, but I outgrew that. See, pimple free.” His grin widens, “You, however, are still short.”

“Get!” Bee shouts as she points at the plane, and Rex, laughing, hurries past her. And then she turns her glare on Wolffe, “How is he just as obnoxious now as he was when he was a kid?”

“It’s just his personality. Sorry, Bee.”

Bee scowls at him and then hurries off to go and find the politician, probably.

Wolffe shakes his head and joins his cousins at the plane, where he promptly smacks Rex across the back of the head, “You piss her off and I’m the one who pays for it, how’s that fair?”

Rex, for his part, doesn’t look the least bit apologetic. Which only serves to make Wolffe more annoyed with him. Still, he’s mature enough to let the situation settle as everyone climbs on the plane.

Wolffe stows his bag under some netting, and then climbs into the co-pilot’s seat, while making sure that everyone else is strapped in properly. He’s not so worried about Rex or Gregor, but the two civvies might need some help.

And then Bee is back, with an older man in tow. He’s wearing a nice suit, nicer than anything Wolffe has seen anyone wearing since he arrived here, and he’s holding a cloth over his mouth and nose.

“My dear,” The old man says in a raspy smoker’s voice, and Wolffe doesn’t even have to look at Bee to know that she rolled her eyes at the diminutive pet name, “Surely there’s someplace…private for me to sit?”

“Nope.” Bee replies, “Small transport vessel. No private rooms.” She points to an empty seat across from Gregor, next to the door, “Sit there.”

“Well, I suppose the door is the best seat.” He muses as he sits down and only fastens the belt around his waist.

“You need to fasten the-” Gregor starts.

“Young man, I know what I’m doing.” The older man interrupts with a sniff.

Bee rolls her eyes again and lightly claps Gregor on the shoulder, “Don’t worry about it.” She moves through the aisle, taking a moment to make sure that everything is secured, and then she moves into the cockpit and pulls the door shut behind her.

She tosses Wolffe a lopsided grin, and offers him the spare headset, “I know you don’t fly much anymore, Commander, but surely you can co-pilot for one flight?”

Wolffe chuckles and takes the headset, pulling it on, “Well, I suppose I’d better.” He leans back in his seat and he watches as she effortlessly goes through the pre-flight check.

Less than fifteen minutes later, the plane is in the air, and pulling away from the airfield. And Bee activates her radio, “Alright everyone, as of now, our flight will take three hours, we’re taking a circuitous route to avoid a storm-”

She’s interrupted when the radio from the back crackles to life, “Absolutely not! I refuse to spend more time in this tin can than I have to. Take a shorter route or I’ll have your job!”

Bee glances at Wolffe, and then sighs, “As you wish. Then our flight will take an hour.” She cuts the radio, and glances at Wolffe, “This is going to go horribly.”

“Maybe we’ll get lucky?” Wolffe offers.

Bee just sighs, and turns her gaze out the front window, “We won’t.”

Wolffe wakes with a pained groan. His head is throbbing.

Actually, his everything is throbbing. Including his eyelashes.

His eyes crack open and the sun, high overhead, nearly blinds him.

Wait. Sun?

Wolffe opens his eyes properly. The top of the plane is gone. He’s still strapped to his seat, luckily, and he still seems to be in the cockpit, but the roof is gone.

“Bee?” He, painfully, turns his head to the side, looking towards the pilot’s seat. Bee is still strapped in her seat, her head lolled to her chest, blood dripping from a wound on her temple. “Bee!”

She groans at his voice, “Stop yelling,” Bee’s eyes crack open and she groans, “Ow…”

“What happened?” Wolffe asks, “Do you remember?”

“I was ordered to take a shortcut, and then-”

The storm.

The clouds came from nowhere. One moment there were clear skies, and then it was like flying through a hurricane. Wolffe had been forced to actually co-pilot to help Bee keep the plane under control.

“-the door ripped off,” Wolffe remembers, vague memories of the various consoles flaring to life in front of him as the side door opened.

“Which would have caused a pressure imbalance,” Bee agrees, as she unfastens her harness and falls out of her seat, “Which would lead to-” She gestures to where the roof used to be. “You okay?”

“I think my everything is bruised.” Wolffe says as he pulls his own harness off and reaches for the door separating the cockpit from the rest of the plane.

“Better bruised than dead,” Bee replies logically as she adds her weight to the door. Together, they push the door open.

Rex and Gregor are unconscious, but clearly alive. As are the two civvies, Raya and Maty. The politician is missing.

“We’re missing one,” Wolffe notes as he checks over his cousins.

“Yeah, I don’t think we’ll find him.” Bee says, “he wasn’t wearing his harness.”

Wolffe glances at the ripped seat belt and silently concedes that she’s probably right. “We need to get them off the plane.”

“Yeah. Let’s make a path first, make sure we’re not bringing them into something more dangerous.” Bee says. “We have plenty of equipment, at least.” She adds with a wry smile.

“Small blessings.” Wolffe agrees, “Come on, Bee. Let’s see what we’re working with.”

He walks over to where the door used to be, and he hops out, with Bee hot on his heels. With luck, they’ll find someplace safe nearby. 

With luck, they’ll only be here for a couple of days.

Wolffe isn’t going to hold his breath, though. He’s never been very lucky.

#star wars #tcw #star wars au #commander wolffe #captain rex #captain gregor #the wolf's pack

[moonlight-tmd]

Continuation of Bee' ADHD adventures!

There's this thing where some ADHD folks will do a thing and that thing will turn into a big thing and they done a whole lot more before they realize what happened. ADHD Trance per se.

So one time Team Prime left Bee all alone in base cuz they had to do something and he was supposed to stay at home cuz something- maybe an unhealed injury or Bossbot put him on monitor duty or smthn.

So he was sitting alone in base, Sari also went out to assist them with whatever they were dealing with. The others have been nagging at him about cleaning his room for a while and his processor seemed to not stop bothering him about it just now. So he gave in.

He went to his room and started picking stuff up one by one. It didn't do anything. He dropped it and decided to look for something to entertain himself. He did and he noticed few of his things were not arranged the right way. So he started organizing them. Then noticed another thing that needed proper organization, then another... and one by one he organized everything in his room and cleaned out the trash and things that needed to be thrown out.

But it didn't stop there, there were dirty sticky spots he didn't notice before- that needed cleaning. So he got to cleaning. On the trips to and from his room he noticed other things that needed some care...

When Team Prime and Sari came back they noticed stuff was odd. It was... clean. Then they went into the living room and saw Bumblebee cleaning up some spills and organizing thing on counters/shelves. The music on the tv was playing loud and he was incoherently singing along to it. He didn't react when they called out to him, he didn't even seem to notice they were there. It took Prowl going up to him and grabbing his shoulder to notice- or well, let out a short startled scream, jumping and whipping his helm around to see his team standing near the doorway.

"Oh- You're back quick." He said, slightly embarrased at the scream. "'Quick'? We were gone for 4 hours." Optimus was so confused. And so was Bee. He didn't know this much time has passed.... He was even more confused when they mentioned he was cleaning. Huh? When did he-? Did he do that??

So they looked around- Somehow, Someway, Bee has cleaned up the whole base in the time they were gone. And not only his room was clean, every room that was in use was. Even their rooms- Bulkhead's art supplies were neatly stacked and prepared for work. Prowl's room was swept of fallen leaves, the potted plants were all watered. Ratchet's tools were put away and organized. Optimus' report datapads were organized on his desk- by date moreso! The berths were all made, everything that was dirty was washed and floors swept of dirt. The windows were washed too. Trash was taken out and dishes were done. Heck- Bee even managed to fix few of the minor damages around the building that Ratchet took forever to fix.

He did this all by himself. In less than 4h.

And he didn't even remember doing it.

They were all so confused while Sari was wheezing her ass off about it. So yeah, ADHD Trance has weird effects on cybertronians.

...They should leave Bee alone in base more often.

Anywho, is it obvious that i wrote this from experience just now? No? Good.

Update: i just learned the correct term for it. It's called Hyperfocus.

#maccadam #tfa #tfa bumblebee #tfa shenanigans

[nova--spark]

Team Bee is there?! Bumblebee is never living this down is he?

Oh he won't.

But then again, there's the episode Adventures in Bumblebee-Sitting

So

They had a similar situation already.

But Bee will still be highly embarrassed once it's all over, and they will tease him in the future about it.

#baby bots au #transformers #maccadam #maccadams #transformers prime #tfp #tf prime #nova writings

[alicefromwhichplanet]

My new work! In this fiction I made my first attempt to create my OCs. They’re actually sparklings to be more specific:

Jinglestorm— Blitzwing and Bumblebee’s daughter, an orange jet, blue optics

Skystrophe— Megatron and Optimus’s son, a black truck, red optics (a bit inspired by Scourge)

Clobber— Strika and Lugnut’s daughter, a ground unit (like tfc Clobber) but in Strika’s color, red optics

This story is an AU of tfa/ my tfa fiction Heroic Nonsense. The three main characters, as members of a new patch of sparklings born after the Great War, also children of decepticon veterans/ autobot-decepticon parents, are going to blaze a trail to building a new world where autobots and decepticons are peacefully united, while exploring and healing scars left by the old warring world.

Follow their adventures! This will be a story about: trauma after war and how the gap between two race/fractions can be healed after war ended; the growth story of three children with complex identities.

Excerpt:

“Then why don’t you tell us about the beginning year of the Great War?” The old professor just can’t let her go. This time she isn’t sure. Her optics wander to her friends— Clobber sitting front right of her, is now staring at the window as well, her mouth agape in a daydream, her biggest optic half-shut, her history tablet almost shut down from power off. Slag! Her optics again wander to the back row. Skystrophe is there giving her a silent condemning look. His book is neatly opened to the page in use but he is clearly not going to give her the answer, and probably does not agree with her behavior of distracting in history class. Skystrophe loves history class, like his famous sire Optimus. Sometimes he is just insufferable.

Looking at Skystrophe’s silent condemning red optics, Jinglestorm is suddenly hit by an idea. She looks back at the professor and says with confidence:

“The Great War began about 5 million years ago. When the decepticon leader Megatron decided to start a riot.”

The classroom falls completely silent. Skystrophe suddenly looks down, pretending to be intrigued by his pencil. Alpha Trion frowns at the young bot, slightly nods and then shakes his helm, looking both satisfied and disappointed at her answer.

“Yes, that was written in textbooks before the war ended. But today, with the united government formed, and a peace treaty being reached permanently between autobots and decepticons— (his mouth corner twitches as he says that) today we say the Great War began when the former autobot government refused to pay decepticon miners full salary at year 917.”

He walks back to his podium with a slightly upset look, while muttering more comments. “The current government believes there are blames on both sides of the Great War, and they required us to be neutral about this part of history teaching. In the past we teach about the dangers decepticon riots posed to our society, but now they say the former autobot government was maintaining an unequal system on Cybertron as well.”

Jinglestorm nods attentively. “Yes. My carrier said…”

“Your carrier, Blitzwing, right?” Alpha Trion’s blue optics narrow as he looks into Jinglestorm’s optics. The girl shrinks a little at the coldness in them.

“You may sit down, Trainee Jinglestorm. ”

#tfa #megop #blitzbee #strika x lugnut #transformers sparkling #maccadam #optimus prime #megatron #blitzwing #bumblebee #strika #lugnut #transformers oc #jinglestorm #skystrophe #clobber #alpha trion #writing #fic: old world new world #trauma and healing #family fluff #adventures #growth #transformers femmes

[witchofthesouls]

Hi! I would like to request some Team prime things with a tiny child, about 15 months to 24 months, thrown in the mix. I.E they place a bell on the child to make sure little baby doesn't go squish and stuff like that. Please?

Not bells. But a leash. The toddler will be leashed for their safety and everyone else's piece of mind.

The Autobots had severely underestimated how fast those little, chubby legs will speed away. One moment they're in their playpen, the moment there's no eyes on them, then they'll escape and make their way across the base without care to look in any direction.

The Annual Running of the Minis/Toddler Track becomes an inside joke in the Autobot base. As does child-wrangler. The saying Easier than Toddler fishing becomes a base staple.

Jack and Miko suffer from Single Child Syndrome and have really small families or are too distant to actually interact with, so they really don't know about tiny humans under the age of kindergarten. It's Raf to the rescue.

The base fridge has a stock of lemon juice now because the internet had failed them with breaking the toddler's pacifier habit. Now the baby asks/demands a little cup of sour to dip their binky and suck on it.

June Darby has soooo many stories about bitty Jack, especially his imaginary friends and how he was little robber at vending machines to feed the animals outside. Not a thief because requires sneakiness. Oh no, Jack literally waited at the base of the machine for snacks to drop and darted away.

Because there's a smaller and far more impressionable human, there's parental locks on the TV now. Much to the kids' displeasure. Miko is trying to sweet talk Bulkhead into allowing full access to anime because of the sheer variety. Ratchet stopped it because of the sheer variety.

The base gets a lot of reruns around the Winnie the Pooh series. Specfically The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh and the Book of Pooh. And the Muppets whenever the little one is around.

The moment Eeyore spoke on screen everyone now understand their excitement over Optimus. They think he's the donkey. Optimus and Eeyore do sound eerily alike...

Ratchet, despite his gruffness and initial upset at another human at the base, does have some ideas on DIY crafts for the baby when the kids are searching for activities to keep them occupied. As does Arcee from her old profession as a shopkeeper near a creche and an educational facility.

The Autobots made a little monster because of the invention of the Crane - a combination of a leash and a fishing rod. Now the baby would simply hide and sit just to have one of the 'bots activate the instrument to gently tug them across the floor by the designated overalls.

They also liked being dangled by the back of those overalls by a 'bot's pinched fingers. Practically wriggling and pretending to fly around like a superhero.

Because kids say the damnest of things and model the people around, it's hilarious to see a tiny rendition of Bulkhead, I needed that, complete with hand gestures. Ratchet absolutely denies looking like that and the baby mirrors that grouch. Including the scoff.

Instead of vroom vroom with toy cars, they mimic the beeps and chirps from Bumblebee.

They called Jack and Miko "old," so the bots are "dinos."

Likes pushing their books to Optimus because of his voice. He reads to them poems, nursery rhymes, and Dr. Suess. Much to their utter delight, he picked up Winny the Pooh for them.

#cmstars2 #ask #transformers #transformers prime #tfp #jack darby #miko nakadai #raf esquivel #june darby #ratchet #arcee #bumblebee #bulkhead #optimus prime #optimus #maccadam #hey yall Peter Cullen voiced Eeyore and Optimus Prime #What a fucking treat #my writing

[whatwouldmickeydo]

✨ Joy List ✨

Le sigh I love joy lists, thank you for the tag my sweet bumblebees @metalheadmickey @energievie @creepkinginc @gallawitchxx 🐝✨🩷

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The eucalyptus next to my bed that scents my room every so often even when I think it’s long since died 🌿

Unhinged feral convos with my silly silly friends

The smell of the air out the window in the early morning

Banana bread 🍞

My giant green shirt dress 👗

Coming home and climbing right into bed

Holding hands

Peppermint coffee creamer

Additionally, mixing coffee cream and coffee just right so it’s not too much creamer or too much coffee ☕️

When the writing juices are flowing and feeling particularly proud of how certain things turn out, like my brain and my hands and my thoughts are all working together for once

Wildflowers 🌸

Wandering around farmers markets 🧺

Finding fun lil drinkies to try 🥤

My Pinterest style board 👚

Perfect Caesar salads 🥗

Tiny animal figurines 🦔

The time warp that happens when talking to and being with my favorite people and how literal hours will go by before realizing how much time has passed

The way my fiancé recently got a promotion and how he karate chopped his way into our bedroom to tell me

The anticipation of it being cold enough to wear my big color block winter coat again

Elote 🌽

Fionna and Cake

My kitty wanting to lay in my lap but not knowing how to get there so allowing me to drag her onto my lap and showing her how to sit so she’s comfy

Upcoming weekend adventures 🧚🏽‍♀️🧙🏼‍♀️🧝🏽‍♂️

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Tagging a bunch of cute-cumbers 🥒

@heymrspatel @gardenerian @sluttymickey @howlinchickhowl @rereadanon @whatthebodygraspsnot @thisdivorce @crossmydna @self-absorbed-pretty-boy @nicksobotka @abundanceofnots @sleepyfacetoughguy @y0itsbri @too-schoolforcool @xninetiestrendx @squidyyy23 @tidalrace and any other lil fruities and veggies out there that have joy they’d like to share 🩷✨

#joy list

[beansprean]

Hi, I absolutely love the way you draw bumblejinx (adorable ship name btw). Would you be willing to draw more? No pressure of course!

Answering asks from November 2021!!! LMAO. I was waiting on inspo to return when all of a sudden it did. They're cute!! B is playing spider solitaire.

(ID and alt under cut)

ID: 1. Screenshot of a second message. Anonymous asks: I never considered Jinx X Bumblebee until I found this blog and now my gay heart is obsessed they r so cute. Also your art style is amazing!!!!

2. Fanart. Jinx, wearing her usual purple dress and capelet with her pink hair in harlequin-esque pigtails, stands waist-up in the foreground, arms out and braced for a fight. She looks up with a start, cheeks flushing and mouth open in outrage as Bumblebee flies over. Bumblebee, full body in her yellow and black crop halter top and leather pants with her hair in space buns, zooms into the frame high above, holding her left arm straight down toward Jinx with a confident grin. The gold knuckleduster in her left fist crackles with electricity, right hand down at her side holding the docile second as her wings flutter behind her. She boasts, "Gotcha!" with a pink heart.

3. Waist up of Bumblebee, now wearing a yellow and black striped bonnet over her hair and a beige tank top, sitting and tapping at a computer offscreen. She smiles indulgently, eyes still facing the computer, as Jinx leans on her from behind. Jinx is wearing an oversized black tee shirt with "ghost girl" in pink gothic text on the front, several rings, and her usual purple stone choker. Her hair is untethered and pushed back into spikes resembling devil horns (think in the style of mandy from grim adventures of billy and Mandy lol). She circles her finger teasingly on Bumblebee's bare arm and squishes her cheek against the back of her shoulder, staring up with beseeching eyes. Jinx whines, "Are you done yet...? I wanna play Slime Rancher..." with a pink heart. /end ID

#teen titans #bumblejinx #wlw #teen titans 2003 #jinx dc #bumblebee dc #dc #my art #fanart #image described #me remembering bumblebees real name is karen: oh no #she is type a but karen doeant fit her at all how can i call her that im just gonna call her B 😂 #also jinx's weird pigtails are impossible to draw so im giving her mandy hair

[lethby]

I'm here (and I'll always be) ⍣ ೋ

Pairing: Bachira Meguru x reader

Summary: Bachira will always support you, even more now that you're suffering from depression motivation

Sound echoed from the wooden door in your shared apartment as Bachira arrived from practice.

"I'm home~" He contentedly sighed.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Upon the absence of a reply, the boy went on his little adventure to find you. Skipping footsteps and quiet giggles could be heard as he neared the bedroom, thinking he was going to get the chance to jump at you and drown you in snuggles. He opened the door frenetically and energetically crouched next to the blanket bump in the bed that he believed was his girlfriend. Mischief flowing through his veins, he grabbed the edge of the warm blanket and threw it back as far as he could.

"Hel-lo, y/n! Rise and shine my sweet angel!"

Not knowing when your boyfriend got home, his voice and the sudden cold breeze snapped you out of your trance. Your tired gaze met his.

"Meguru?"

Bachira's playful state and wide smile instantly disappeared and turned into a frown when he saw your devitalized self. He was by your side in a blink, sitting next to you on the mattress with a hand resting on your hip. You being unhappy is an alert that makes Bachira immediately switch, making cheering you up his main mission.

"What got you so gloomy, bumblebee? Everything okay?"

Hearing his concerned tone made you cringe inside from guilt.

"It's nothing Meguru, really. Just some silly thought that keeps bugging me. I'll feel better tomorrow."

"But I don't want you to feel better tomorrow, I want you to feel better now. It's not silly if it's bothering you. Please?"

You hesitated silently a bit and shifted in the bed. A few seconds that felt like hours passed before you parted your lips to speak. After all, he was what you needed the most in this moment.

"I don't feel so good right now, Megu. It's like everything is boring and I want to do something fun, but everytime I try to do anything it just doesn't help me, even if it's one of my favorite activities. I can't find the motivation to keep trying to do something even if I want to, but that makes me feel like I'm procrastinating. I don't want to be an unproductive hassle."

Your voice broke while you spoke your thoughts out in what you knew was a rushed and incomprehensible speech. However, Bachira was all ears, listening to you in one of his rare quiet moments. You abruptly sat up in bed, your hands fleeing to cover your face, as despair took over.

"I don't know what to do or what's wrong with me."

You felt tears begin to pool in your (e/c) eyes before two gentle arms guided your body to Bachira's warm one as he enveloped you with care. You pressed your head to his shoulder, your face muscles slowly relaxing and tears dropping.

"I understand that feeling, bumblebee. I feel that same feeling a lot of times. Sometimes I don't feel the passion of what I'm doing and it makes me so tired. Sometimes it feels like I lack motivation to do things despite me wanting to.

I know it's hard y/n, but I want to tell you that I'll always support you and I will always cheer for you. I'm here for you anytime, my sweet angel."

That's all it took from him to make you stop holding back and let your previous slow tears flow uncontrollably. He held you, rubbing your back in circles. This is why you loved him so much. He always knew what to say and what to do; how to say it and how to do it. He was your guardian angel that was there to comfort and protect you, no matter the cause.

In the presence of him, you didn't feel the need to cover your hiccups or avoid letting it all out. When your shaking significantly ceased, you felt your voice strong enough to not break when you spoke up.

"What can I do to help it?"

He put some thought into it while tapping your back with his finger.

"How about we try and rest a little? That always helps me. Just stop worrying too much about it and put your thoughts at ease. Let's try and relax, yeah?"

His soft voice was so convincing as he spoke barely over a whisper, making you nod at his suggestion.

"Will you stay?"

"Of course I will, bumblebee. Promise I won't let you go until you feel better."

"Thank you, Megu. I really don't know what would I do without you."

"No problem." His tone was uncharacteristically low and relaxed.

That said, he cradled you in his arms, supporting you as he laid you both onto the bed and under the welcoming blanket, offering himself as your cushion. You gladly accepted the tenderness, pressing your bodies impossibly closer. Your head rested peacefully on his chest and your limbs were tangled, locking yourselves in each other's grasp. The arms around your waist tightened and Bachira placed a soft kiss upon your forehead. Then, he decided to be even more sweet and started to lightly rock both of you as much as he could in this position. He also began to hum a happy and calming tune contentedly, the vibrations from his ribcage echoing in your ear. You always thought he had a very nice voice, so that combined with his warmth and soothing ministrations was enough to successfully lull you to sleep.

"I'm here."

Those were the last words you heard before eventually drifting off.

Bachira noticed as your breath evened out and your heartbeat steadily slowed down against his chest, meaning that you finally got a shut-eye. The sight of your peaceful face as he leaned back a little, free of any perturbations as you slept soundly in his arms, made Bachira shed a single tear of relief he didn't know he was holding back, letting it run down his cheek as his smile enlarged.

He calmly wiped it off as he soothed your back muscles with his hand, feeling you happily press closer to him. Bachira hated seeing you sad, because you meant the world to him, and he would do anything to help his world if they were feeling down. So, him actually achieving it made his heart tighten in reassurance. He lovingly nuzzled his face in your hair.

"I love you so much, my buzzing bee."

At last, with your inviting warmth and comforting embrace, he too fell asleep.

Heyaaa! I hope you liked the fic!

I'm so sorry, I spent 30min trying to find the artist of the fan art but I couldn't. I you do, please let me know!

This scenario is based on true events so it was very wholesome and heartwarming to write.

Eat five meals a day, Lethby ༊*·˚

#bachira meguru x reader #bachira x reader #bachira x reader fluff #bachira x you #bllk #bachira meguru #bllk bachira

[autistic-fool-with-ideas]

Thinking about how Adventures In Bumblebee-Sitting is the happiest we’ve ever seen him in the entire aligned continuity

#rid15 #transformers rid15 #tfp bumblebee #rid15 bumblebee #maccadm #he was so HAPPY #he was living life and enjoying himself trauma free

[walking-on-a-scream]

Hello! Do you have any other stories from the Transformers Legends book? I’m having such a hard time finding them!

Howdy, I'm happy you enjoyed Redemption Center so much. I don't think the other stories reach the same emotional highs as this story but I did find the whole thing available on Archive.org so you can even re-read Redemption Center without my crummy scans 😅

I still enjoy most of the other stories, especially the one where G1 Optimus, Beast Wars Optimus, Beast Machines Optimus and Armada Optimus sit down at a bar and have a chat or Bumblebee being a little scamp when two teenagers try to steal him while in car mode.

#happy reading #let me know if the link isn't working #transformers legends #redemption center

[lifetimeshipper]

Life's New Adventures and Secrets

Chapter 28

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Bumblebee sighed as he looked at the movie list, "Why does this have to be hard? I've fought Decepticons and helped save the planet and this is what gets me stumped," he muttered.

"How about Oliver and Company for the sparklings?" Fixit suggests.

Bumblebee looked at the cover, "Isn't that based on the book called Oliver?"

"Yes, made for kids."

Looking at the cover he could see several dogs and a cat on a taxi, with a creepy human in the background, "You sure it's made for kids?"

"Pretty sure. It's from Disney the most popular kids movie making company on this planet."

"Wasn't the last movie made by Disney?"

"Yep, and they have some good movies for children and adults," Metalsound chipped in.

"Hey, Metalsound. How are you doing?" Bumblebee inquires.

"I'm awesome. Having trouble picking a movie?"

"Yeah, I suggested Oliver and Company but the lieutenant doesn't seem to like it."

"It's a good movie, trust me. I've seen it so many times that I've lost count."

"I don't know."

"Why do you not like it?"

"Because it's based on that book Oliver and I've read that book, the story just doesn't seem like something for kids."

"The Lion King was based on Hamlet. Trust me Disney is good at keeping these stories kid-friendly."

"How is The Lion King based on Hamlet?"

"I think it was more similar to it. I never read Hamlet."

"I thought the movie was based on the wildlife in Africa."

"It's a little bit of both."

"OK, we have the kid's movie, now for the adults," Fixit brought up a list for the adults.

"Any suggestions, Metalsound?" Bumblebee asked.

Metalsound's optics were glued on one of the movies, "Have you guys noticed how close Razorclaw and Soundwave have been getting?"

"Yeah. What about it?"

Metalsound grinned in a slightly disturbing manner, "I have the perfect movie for them," she pointed at the movie.

"The Phantom of the Opera, nice choice."

"It's an awesome movie, another one of my favorites," she says with excitement, "I'll try to control myself when we watch it."

Bumblebee and Fixit chuckle, "Yeah, we'll see Metalsound."

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Later that night, Fixit had everything set up, the kids were settled up front while the adults sat behind them. Razorclaw wasn't as shy as when he first came to the base, he was a little more comfortable being around the others. They all sit down to watch the movie.

Emberwing sat between the boys, they were all excited about the movie, "I hope it has some action in it," Seajumper said.

"Me too," Nightback agreed, feeling excited.

"Do you know what we'll be watching this time?" Razorclaw asked quietly as the opening credits started.

"You'll find out."

Razorclaw chuckled quietly as a man started singing. The femmes awed when they saw the kittens getting new homes. They then awed with sympathy as the one kitten didn't get taken and was washed away. The sparklings gasped as the kitten fell into the sewer drain, only to sigh in relief when he climbed out, "That was close," Emberwing whispered to herself.

They felt bad seeing the kitten have to fend for itself against the dogs and everything else. By the time the young one had gotten somewhere safe, he got scared by the thunder and lightning. Once he calmed down he washed his face before falling asleep.

"Aw, the little kitten is so cute," says Strongarm.

"It is, but not as cute as our pup," Steeljaw whispered.

"I agree."

They all watched as the kitten walked the streets of New York, hoping someone would take him home with them. He walked out onto the road but came right back on the sidewalk only to fall on his back when he tripped over his paws. Everybody awed.

They saw a dog walking the street as it passed a small brown dog. Hopping onto the car he got the female's attention, she turned to see him making kissy faces at her. The grown femmes all giggled at that.

"Ew," the sparklings said, looking in disgust.

The female dog let out a gasp before she humphed and left with her owner. The kitten got some help from the dog, Dodger, in getting some food only to be ripped off as Dodger took off. He challenged the kitten to get the hot dogs when he broke into a song. The kitten was trying to get the hot dogs from him.

Once the song was over the kitten followed Dodger to a place in the alleyway, "Come on kitty you can get them back," Emberwing whispered.

Their owner soon came in talking about needing money for a man named Sykes. The dogs quickly spotted the food and ran for it, tackling the man to the ground. The boys were losing interest until the dog fight broke out then they were into the movie.

"Yeah, get them!"

One of the bad dogs tried going after the cat, he yelled in pain when the cat scratched him. The other dogs jump in front of the cat to protect him, "Run along, Roscoe, your master's calling," the female told them in a smug tone.

"You tell them, girl," Strongarm says to the female on the screen and the other femmes cheered in agreement. The Dobermans growled as they left.

"That's how you handle them."

Metalsound smirked for a moment before the human came back. The movie goes on and they soon get to the part where Oliver gets taken in by a little rich girl. Oliver had gotten into a little trouble with the family's dog, Georgette. Georgette was trying to get rid of him because she didn't like having him around.

"She's kind of mean," Emberwing whispered to the boys.

"Yeah."

The dogs had finally managed to find Oliver. With some help from Georgette, they managed to rescue the kitten. But the kitten didn't want to be rescued, and soon both the kitten and the girl were kidnapped by Sykes. Oliver and the gang tried to rescue the girl only to get caught by Sykes again. They manage to get the girl and escape after taking out Sykes and the dogs.

The kids winced when one of the Dobermans fell on the train tracks, yelping as he got shocked, "Ow, that gotta hurt" Seajumper says still wincing.

"I'm sure it did," Emberwing whispered.

"It does," Sideswipe replied and the sparklings winced again.

"Stop scaring them," Metalsound growled softly.

They all saw the oncoming train as the car kept heading towards it. The sparklings closed their optics as the train ran over the car with Sykes still in it. Oliver, Dodger, and the gang all escape. Oliver and the girl made it home safely, Dodger and the young cat parted ways as the gang started singing, Why Should I Worry? Then the movie ends.

"That was awesome!" Seajumper yelled with excitement.

"Yeah!" Nightback exclaimed in agreement with him.

"I liked the songs," Emberwing started humming the song that Dodger was singing.

"And it's time for bed," Metalsound chuckled as she scooped up her daughter.

"Aww, but I'm not sleepy yet," Emberwing tried to argue.

"Same goes for you two," says Strongarm as she walks over to her son and picks him up.

"Aww, can we stay up a little longer, Mom? Please," Nightback asked.

"No, you need to go to bed."

"Just five more minutes?"

"OK, five more minutes but that's it."

"Yes!"

Metalsound sighed and placed Emberwing down. Fixit played the next movie for the adults.

"What's this movie?" Seajumper asked.

"It's called The Phantom of the Opera," Bumblebee replied.

"What's a phantom?" Nightback asked.

"And what's an opera?" Emberwing asked in curiosity.

"A phantom is like a ghostly figure and an opera is where people sing at high notes."

The movie opens up with a man bidding away some items to different people. The sparklings quickly fell asleep on top of each other, all snoring softly making their parents chuckle. The femmes went to pick up their kids only to be stopped by their mates, "We got them," Steeljaw said softly.

"Alright, hurry back," Strongarm whispered back to him.

#fanfic #transformers fanfic #robots in disguise 2k15 #rid 2k15 #steeljaw #strongarm #thunderhoof #oc #rid steeljaw #rid strongarm #rid thunderhoof #wheeljack #arcee #soundwave #tfp wheeljack #tfp arcee #tfp soundwave #steeljaw x strongarm #steelarm #thunderhoof x oc #wheeljack x arcee #wheelcee #soundwave x oc #romance

[sphnyspinspin]

Lost And Found

Chapter One: Summer

“Summer vacation, is now in session everybody!” Hotshot enthusiastically shouted after charging into the lounge area and flopping onto the couch. Stretching his limbs across the cushions and ex-venting from a tiring graduation ceremony. Which they finished surprisingly early.

“Hey, move over a bit would ya.” Using his servo to nudge Hotshot’s pedes away, Wedge sat down next to him and proceeded to turn on the T.V. “The best course of action right now is for us to relax for a little bit, then to go pack up our stuff and be ready in time for departure.” Wedge stretched his arm behind his head while watching the T.V. He kept switching channels until Hotshot tapped his pede against his side, signaling to stop at the soccer play-offs.

“A very good point Wedge. I, however, will be in the lab if anyone needs me. I’ll be doing a last recount of all the supplies there.” Medix responded as he headed off down the hallway, towards the lab. He just didn’t want his bandages to think he would forget about them.

“I-am-beat. I’ll be meditating over here, so just give a tap on my shoulder when it’s time to pack please. I’ll be in my happy place from here on out.” Hoist strolled over to sit on the tire-chair and listened to some white noise to meditate.

At first, Whirl just couldn’t decide what to do with her free time. Play the arcade game? Nope, already beaten it twice. Clean the lounge area? Wait-they all cleaned it before they left. Go through the wind tunnel? Yeah! She can definitely go for a last round in the tunnel. “You guys can come get me from the wind tunnel when it’s time to pack. I’m going to treasure my last few moments at the academy doing loopty-loops!” She waved excitedly to her friends while heading out.

“Have fun!” Hotshot exclaimed, sitting up to wave back, but he went to laying back down when Whirl exited the door.

She kept humming a random tune and kept skipping down the corridor. Having a big grin spread across her face, she was so excited to go back to Cybertron. Everybody was excited to go back to Cybertron.

Wedge would be training a lot, to one day be a part of the Bee team. He’s been ecstatic about spending more time with Bumblebee outside of the academy. He even got a job as freelance engineer to continue his scale-model crafting hobby. And he might even get a couple of his Heroes if Cybertron cards signed if he keeps hanging out with Bumblebee.

Hoist is going to go back to doing cool sigma-ship repairs with his cousins. They’ve been bugging him non-stop, asking him all about the academy and what his new altmode is. He’s planning on surprising them by showing up in his dino-mode.

Hotshot would be touring with the Cyberbalzers and probably go to Caminus. Since he was, practically, the main reason the Cyberblazers have become one of the best cube teams ever. Who knew that when he showed them how to work as a team, that they would become twice as popular.

Medix is going to be interning with his uncle Ratchet at his clinic. His uncle even let him bring in a singular specimen from Earth for him to study and take care of. Ratchet doesn’t know what it is yet and Medix said it would be a surprise. He just promised it wouldn’t be like that bat incident again.

Oh, and Brushfire might come and visit her from Earth and tell her all about her adventures. Whirl is definitely excited to start hanging out with Brushfire again. Brushfire said that she might start going to the academy after this summer, which excited Whirl the most. Slash and Laserbeak would probably be starting the same year at the academy as Brushfire. So she’s going to have her hands full with her future team.

Whirl being Whirl, she took up a job of being a crossing guard for the local police station in her hometown. It’s not the flashiest of jobs, but she isn’t really experienced enough in the field to become full-time police officer. But she’ll do her part, and bring justice to jade-walkers everywhere.

Getting back on track, Whirl spent the majority of her free time doing a couple small tricks and stunts in the wind tunnel. A couple big loopty-loops, some relaxing gliding, and just to top it off with some ridiculous sideways and upside down flying. When it was time for them to pack up, Whirl got a call on her comm from Wedge about heading to the lockers.

:Hey Whirl. We’re heading to go pack up now. Time to wrap it up.:

:Okie dokie artichokie! Be there in a second!:

:…Artichokie?:

Whirl hung up and switched off the wind tunnel. She continued down the hall, through the academy. Just as she was minding her own business, a familiar, “Caw!” was sounded behind her. It was Laserbeak flying towards her, so Whirl lifted her elbow to let Laserbeak land on her forearm. As he perched on her arm, and he made another short but softer, “Caw.”

“Hi Laserbeak.” Whirl greeted with an excitable tone, while still being exhausted from her recent work-out. “Did you see some of my sick moves earlier?” She went and gave his little helm an itch with her digit. Which he kindly enjoyed. Until he bit her finger for her to stop.

“Ack! If you wanted me to stop you could’ve just asked…Ow.”

“Caw.”

“Heh…No matter how much of a jerk you can be, I’m really going to miss you Laserbeak.” Whirl said with a smile, still having the tiniest scar on her digit.

Laserbeak responded with a solemn, “Caw...” as he hung his helm a little lower than before.

“Aw…You’re going to miss me too? That’s okay. I’ll make sure to try to visit you when I get the chance. Or-you visit me.”

“Caw!” Laserbeak cawed in approval.

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Whirl and Laserbeak made it to the locker room where everybody was just beginning to open their lockers. Laserbeak flew down from Whirl’s shoulder and began to peck at one of the crates on the floor. Whirl went over to her locker, and began to pack. Pulling out her duffel bag that she shoved in her locker from her first day. Technically, it was her second first day, but the first day back nonetheless. Everybody began to chat, talking about what they were doing over the summer.

“I can’t wait to start training with Bumblebee! The-Bumblebee! Can you guys believe it?”

Hotshot sarcastically responded “Yeah, it’s not like you kept telling us that, after Professor Bumblebee offered to you to train under him. And-help me remember this correctly, Bumblebee said-“

“He said-‘And who knows? Maybe you’ll be a part of my team someday,’ Oh man! I’m so ready to get back home and start training.” Wedge said with a look of excitement on his faceplates.

“Well one thing’s for sure, I’m seriously stoked to go to Caminus with the Cyberblazers. Some say, that the city we’re playing at-is where Windblade lives! She might see our game! Maybe she’ll ask for my autograph?”

“That would be so cool. Honestly, I-I’m kinda nervous about going back home. I have no i-idea how my family will react to my new alt-mode. W-What if they don’t like it?” Hoist said, as he wasn’t the best at hiding his anxiousness about it.

Medix turned to him and said, “Hoist, it’s very unlikely for your own family to not like you for choosing an alt-mode you specifically picked for good reason. What makes you think that they won’t like your dinosaur alt-mode? Do they also have a fear of Dinobots?”

“Oh no, I just thought they would think i-it would be too...destructive. But now that you mention it, i-it does sound a little bit silly. They really aren’t the k-kind of bots that would do that. Thanks Medix.”

“You’re welcome.”

Medix continued to pack up his stuff after making Hoist feel better. He looked down to see Laserbeak pecking at one of his boxes and it began to shake from the inside. So Medix immediately, but carefully, set it into his bag. He then began to talk about his future occupation for their upcoming vacation.

“I’m excited to help my uncle Ratchet at his clinic again. I wonder if I’ll see any of the other patients I saw the last time I visited? Or maybe I’ll see some new ones with absolutely new injuries for me to study-I mean-to help with. To help with and study.” Medix continued, with a short and slightly awkward silence.

“Wow. Good for you Medix. It really sounds like a win-win situation for you.” Whirl agreed to with a reassuring smile, and a complimentary tone in her voice.

“Phew…I appreciate your input Whirl. I thought it sounded like I was a little bit-overly…enthusiastic about wanting to see patients for the wrong reasons. Not that I like seeing others in pain, but I do like it when they visit my uncle’s clinic for help. That’s what I meant.”

Whirl gave a muffled chuckle to Medix’s response, and they both returned to packing their things.

—-

After the hallways began filling up with sounds of a few bad puns, giggling, shuffling luggage, a couple caws being followed by screams of shocking terror, they were finally done packing. Well, almost all of their things. Whirl quickly closed her empty locker and hastily stepped out the room, following Wedge, Hotshot, and Medix. While Hoist was the last one out of the room, he spotted a drawing on Whirl’s locker that she forgot to pack. Hoist, being the fantastic friend he is, carefully took the drawing off of her locker, so that it wouldn’t be ripped by the tape. Then he soon caught up to the others, and to Whirl, so he could return her drawing.

“Hey Whirl, you f-forgot this.” Hoist waved the picture, so it would catch Whirl’s eye.

“Oh scrap! I can’t believe I almost forgot this. Thank you Hoist.”

“Oh, it’s no biggie. A-Anyways, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Go ahead.” Whirl gesturing with her empty servo.

“Who’s the bot in the picture? Are they a f-friend of yours? Family, maybe?” Hoist pointed to the large bot that was drawn next to Whirl. The bot had one optic, two big claws, and had abnormally skinny pedes.

“What? Pfft-Ha! What-Um…ha ha. Uh-what-uh…wha-what makes you say that?” Whirl darted her optics from side to side. And tried to shove her picture into her bag. Her smile looked uncomfortable. It’s like she was caught in a lie that she never told.

“W-Well, for one , you two l-look pretty close. And your b-both blue, and you both have yellow optics. Maybe you c-copied them, I assumed. Or that c-could just be me, but despite a couple d-differences, you guys do look a lot alike. I-I mean, like on p-paper-look-alikes. Uh, maybe not t-this paper, but uh….” Hoist after struggling for a bit to explain, gave a low sigh and began to apologize to Whirl. Because he probably felt that he made her feel embarrassed in some way. He felt embarrassed for sure. “I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Whirl slowly relaxed her face into a neutral frown. But she did still feel the tiniest bit upset. She wasn’t upset at Hoist or his question at all. She was just caught a little off-guard, that’s all. Whirl then un-crumpled her drawing and looked at it, without turning her head away from Hoist. “It’s my….imag…ry….fri…n..” Whirl mumbled, but it was too hard to decipher.

“Uh, s-sorry. What did you say?”

Clearing her intake this time, Whirl said, “It’s my-They’re my…..imaginary…friend.” Whirl took a minute to look up, before she darted her optics to look up at Hoist with her helm directing to the floor.

“Oh. Y-You had an imaginary friend? That’s k-kinda cool. They look cool too.”

“Heh. To be honest…I actually didn’t know what an imaginary friend was until Cody asked me about the drawing a while ago.”

“O-Okay. So what were they to you, before t-they were your imaginary friend?”

“I honestly have no idea. When I started drawing this, Cody asked me who they were, so then I said-“

—-

“Oh I don’t know. They’re probably just someone I’ve met before but I don’t remember.”

Cody was looking at Whirl’s drawing of her beside this tall guy, and he was asking who they were. Wondering wether or not they were a Rescue Bot or not, cause he definitely hasn’t seen them before.

“Well, they look interesting. What’s their name?”

“Whirl.”

“Their name is Whirl too?”

“No. Just Whirl.”

Cody looked confused for a second. But then it became a little bit clearer when he connected a few dots he thought were obvious. And it wouldn’t be that surprising for someone her age to have had.

“So, you both have the same unique name, you recognize them enough to draw them, but you’ve never actually met before?”

“I know right? It’s like they’re a cool ghost with mind erasing powers, that has a mysterious past. Pretty cool right?”

“I see. So they’re your imaginary friend?”

“A what?”

“An imaginary friend.”

Cody then sat up on the table and he began to explain the concept of an imaginary friend. It’s someone who a kid, or someone young creates, in order to feel less lonely, or to just have interesting company. But the catch is, they aren’t real, and the whole point of creating an imaginary friend was to imagine they’re features to your liking. Even if what you find comfort in is a one-eyed, blue, string-bean with servos that looked like they were stolen from a claw machine.

“Huh. I guess that makes sense.”

“I didn’t mean to diminish your friend. If I’ve offended you in any way-“

“Oh no no no-I just I didn’t know what they were to me at first. But it does make more sense to call them an imaginary friend. I really don’t mind.”

“Okay then. I just wanted to make sure I didn’t hurt your feelings. Or, your friend, Whirl’s feeling either.”

“Its okay Cody. It’s not like, they can hear you if they’re imaginary, am I right?”

—-

“And let me guess. Y-You did mind?” Hoist asked, feeling bad for bringing it up in the first place.

“Well…not at first. But this was during the middle of our first year here. I’ve pretty much forgotten about it already. I just hung the drawing back up, because I liked what I did with the, uh…-line art! Yeah, it’s one of the neatest drawings I’ve ever done with the line art like that.” Whirl stated with full confidence.

Pointing to the piece of art she was holding up. Emphasizing how willing she is to prove that it didn’t have too much of a personal meaning to it. Nothing below the surface whatsoever within Whirl’s subconscious along with her self-doubt and anxieties. Nope. Nada.

“The..line art is r-really pretty…Now that you mention it.” Hoist said as he turned to give crinkled piece of paper Whirl’s digit was set upon his full attention.

“See. Nothing to worry about.”

“I-I see that, but why were you so g-guarded about it in the first place?”

“No….reason?” Whirl shrugged her shoulders and gritted her dente as her response left her voice box. Her insides felt twisted, her faceplates were hurting from pseudo-smiling, and her grip on the picture looked like she was hanging onto it for dear life. It really sucked that Hoist knew about how awkward the situation must’ve been. It was supposed to be just a simple answer, until Whirl’s big mouth just couldn’t keep shut. She thought she could try to convince herself and Hoist that the situation was fine. But, deep down she knew for a fact that she just couldn’t lie to friend. Especially Hoist, now that she knew he was worried about her. “Listen Hoist, I know, that you know, my feelings are a bit complicated at the moment, but i really just can’t talk about it right now. You’re a great friend, it’s just that-”

“Hey! Are you two coming with us or not?” Wedge yelled from down the hallway. Where everyone else were already at the groundbridge and waiting for them. Cutting off Whirl from explaining the rest to Hoist.

“Sorry Hoist, I really am. Maybe we can talk about this later?”

“Yeah. I understand. Take a-all the time you need.”

“Thanks buddy.”

And with that, they both met up with the others. The groundbridge flared a great big green and blue light. Electricity softly crackling, symbolizing their return home, and onto the train station back on Cybertron.

—-

The beginning of summer vacation has now become just little bit more complicated for Whirl, but she plans on talking it out with Hoist once she gets the chance. But for now, she just wants to go home, take a stasis nap on her berth-slab, and sleep in.

Maybe then she wouldn’t have to worry so much about the other Whirl. She’s just so conflicted. Every part of her is conflicted. Her thoughts, her emotions, her…memories are all so confusing-

*blank*

It’s the feeling she would always get from thinking too much about it. About…about….who was she thinking about? Oh yeah, her imaginary friend. She still had to apologize to Hoist about getting so worked up about it. It was like she was in a different dimension for a moment there.

Crazy right?

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Commentary:

Short chapter, I know. I already posted it on ao3, but I’m not sure if want to keep posting it on there. So I’m just gonna switch it over to tumblr. Cause I can. It’s also slightly easier for me. I wanted it to start off slow, and just inevitably build up to the climax to the beginning of the story. If you look hard enough, there’s a teeny bit of foreshadowing. Ooooooh.

#transformers #maccadam #maccadams #rescue bots academy #transformers rescue bots academy #rba #tfrba #rba whirl #rba hotshot #rba wedge #rba hoist #rba medix #Lost And Found #whirl & WHIRL #get it #How To Parent A Whirl #is not coming out anytime soon #i’m sorry

[moonlight-tmd]

what if, what if, what if

one member of team prime sings the song "this day aria" from MLP friendship is magic

but only the part that goes: "no, I do not love the groom. in my heart there is no room. but I still want him to be all mine"

sorry, this is giving me brain rot since I listened to that song and my hyper fixation on transformers is not helping

oooh i know exactly what you're talking about.

I went on youtube and found a perfect scenario to this version of the song. This is purely for the MLP: FIM vibe-

Blitzwing betrays the Decepticons and ends up with Bee and Autobots- in that version, the Autobots decided to build a peaceful colony/asylum on Earth for all the other Cybertronians, there's both Autobots, Decepticons and many other neutral folks along with techno-organics n stuff.

Optimus is the ruler of that colony and Blitz and Bee want to Sparkbond- so of course there is a big ceremony thrown. Similar to Mane 5, Team Prime is invited as special guests with Optimus in the role of the one to give them the blessing n stuff- the priest basically. Prowl, who's been adventuring around the globe comes back to the colony- it's way bigger than when he left it.

They all meet up and talk about it, but something's not right- Prowl notices strangely off behavior from Blitzwing. The most odd detail is that he seems to never switch faces. He was somewhat close with Blitz in the past, but it's been a while since he saw him so he brushes it off. It doesn't stop however. Bee is also a little off, Prowl talks to him if everything's okay but Bee tells him he's overthinking again.

Blitzwing continues to be off-putting, at one point Prowl voices his concern to others who just tell him to leave it. But alas, Prowl keeps going, he spies on Blitzwing and overheards him talking with someone on the comms- something about a plan, about taking over.

He's worried, he doesn't say anything- but one day when they were preparing the hall and stuff and talking Prowl speaks up, the talk becomes more of an argument and Prowl slips. Of course it doesn't end well. Blitzwing tells him it was about the future project he's been doing for Bee in secret and Prowl just ruined it. Now everyone is upset with him.

Later Prowl is sitting in one of the private gardens the great hall had, Blitzwing comes up to him- you can guess what happened- Prowl apologized and Blitz just knocks him out. The next thing he knows is that he wakes up in some cave- no, a mine. And next to him is- Blitzwing? He's damaged and dirty with chains clinging to his wrists and neck. Prowl tries to attack but Blitz pins him down, Prowl want to yell at Blitz but he cuts him off explaining that this wasn't him at all- apparently Shockwave has escaped and along with other Decepticons are planning to take over the colony. Shockwave has made himself look like Blitzwing, most likely thanks to Blackarachnia, he gave Bumblebee a virus to make him act like everything's normal. Prowl suspects that's why he's been put here, because he was gonna blow Shock's cover.

Now you know what time it is. The dramatic love musical where Shockwave is there disguised as Blitz and the real Blitz is trying to escape the unfamiliar mines with Prowl.

And so, the ceremony happens, everyone but Prowl is there. Sari is worried but then Ratchet chimes in recalling what he did and maybe he's too embarrassed to show up.

The vows are being said, the final 'yes' is just few words away- then something crashes thru the wall. From the rubble raises Prowl, but before they can say anything, another Blitzwing stands up. "JOUR PRETENDER-AFT STAY AVAY FROM MY HUMMEL!!" He yells while pointing to the Blitzwing by the altar.

Then all hell breaks loose; The fake Blitzwing yells and few of the warframes in the crowd start to wreck chaos, the Elite Guard and Team Prime are up for defense as the Decepticons wreck the colony outside too. Two Blitzwings fight and one reveals themselves to be Shockwave- his plating falls from his frame and he rips his blue face out.

It seems like an unfair fight but you know how it is- with the power of love and friendship, Team Prime overpowers the evil. They apologise to Prowl, who also apologises for his behavior. Bee is freed from the virus and now they need to rebuild a chunk of the colony from the attack. But before that- in the ruins of the great hall gather Team Prime and Bee and Blitz are given the ceremony, not the grand one that was planned but it might have been even better like that.

Either that or it's Wasp disguised as Bee and he's conjunxing Prowl (trying to ruin someone's life again i see) and it's Sari who's stuck with real Bee in the cave.

Sorry if i'm missing something or misunderstand but this was too good not to write.

#maccadam #tfa #ask box #blitzbee