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cybertron-after-dark · 2 months

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Taking inspo from your post

Could you write about the mind control machine swapping the minds of these Decepticons and Autobots:

Shockwave

Knockout

Bulkhead

Dreadwing

Ratchet

Ultra Magnus

Wheeljack

Soundwave

Optimus

Predaking

Use a random picker or a wheel to choose who gets mind swapped with who

If you wanna take it further, then add the reactions of the unaffected members on the situation and their behaviour around the affected mecha

good luck and have fun

Ratchet < - > Shockwave

Bulkhead < - > Knockout

Soundwave < - > Optimus

Dreadwing < - > Predaking

Wheeljack < - > Ultra Magnus

Dear Primus the wheel understands COMEDY

Ratchet

His depth perception is GONE and he is NOT happy. He's even LESS happy that he can't CONVEY how distinctly not happy he is nonverbally because he can't even make facial expressions anymore, so he's taken to LOUDLY bitching even more than usual. Admittedly, the extra weight to throw around and the precision-designed clawtips are very useful, and he likes being able to pop out of the ground bridge and lay down cover fire without getting mixed up in the action. It may be giving him ideas for backup weaponry in the future.

Shockwave

The lack of his typical ranged weaponry is frustrating. That anyone should be content with bladed melee weapons alone is simply illogical. He also finds himself incredibly annoyed with the subpar earth-based altmode and all the unnecessary human designed internal kibble it comes with. He does not naturally emote at all, and he will not be starting today, sudden addition of facial features be damned. Gets pretty creepy to see Ratchet's face completely devoid of his usual grumpiness in favor of a completely blank look.

Bulkhead

By the Allspark he feels so small... Speed has never been his strong suit, and grace ESPECIALLY hasn't. Sure the drill and the buzzsaw have been useful when he needs to deal damage, but they're just not the same as good old fashioned Blunt Force Trauma™️. He gets frustrated pretty quickly. However, he does take a certain malicious, schadenfreude-filled delight in messing up the good doctor's finish. He might just take Miko off-roading before they trade back 😈

Knockout

DONT LOOK AT HIM, HES UGLY!! Knockout is going to spend this ordeal researching a cure while locked in a closet... Whatever closet is big enough to fit him anyway. All his usual hideaway spots are way too small for such a big lug like Bulkhead. Which means he's stuck out in the open... Looking like a clumsy, dull, green oaf... UGHH!!!! New plan, time to lock himself in the medbay and have breakdown work his magic with a rotary buffer. New paint job, new slimming decals, he's going the whole 9 yards to make himself borderline presentable. Whether Bulkhead wants it or not.

Soundwave

Soundwave is taking this very special opportunity to do a little trolling. Under normal circumstances, he's sworn never to let his voice be heard again. However... It's not really his voice, now is it? Besides, he doesn't have any of his remix equipment OR his visor screen. His normal means of communication are out. Though he does have Laserbeak to record him while he uses optimus's face and voice to say all kinds of horrible, blackmail-worthy slag that could completely ruin his public image whenever Cybertron gets restored. He'll definitely take requests too :)

Optimus

Optimus is a mech who typically garners a lot of respect, by virtue of his position, his demeanor, and his sheer size. What he is not used to eliciting, however, is fear. And it hurts just a little seeing his trusted allies shrink back when they see him. He has no face to give comforting looks. His voice is not his, especially not under so many layers of off-putting static. Even his big, steady servos, so used to pulling people up when they fall, are good for little more than striking. And that's without mentioning the monstrous tentacles he finds himself relying on. He feels terrifying, and he doesn't like it one bit.

Dreadwing

Dreadwing does not like the Predacons. He doesn't like the Predacons one bit. Call him stuffy with his moral code, but he's firmly of the camp that if something is dead it should STAY dead. The odd little experiments Shockwave concocted are no exceptions. They shouldn't be alive, plain and simple. And the fact that currently he IS one of the resurrected beasts and the brain of this disgusting undead thing is running around in HIS body is, quite frankly, unacceptable. He's going to be looming over the resident scientists with his new terrifying form until they find a way to fix this grievous error and return things to some semblance of normalcy.

Predaking

He feels... Terribly small. Especially in his altmode. Flying without needing to move your wings at all is quite a strange experience. As is having no face or limbs outside robot mode. He's just so compact and it's all very uncomfortable. He will admit, though, it's nice being treated less like an animal. He's yearned to be seen as an equal, true and proper, and this is about as close as he's gotten.

Wheeljack

Oh man, he switched bodies with the straight laced hard aft? Man, if Primus really has a hand in how things play out, he's one funny bitch. He's taking full comedic advantage of this situation, much to Magnus's chagrin. He's saying every swear he knows and breaking every petty rule in the autobot code that he knows isn't really enforceable. He's going on insane monologues about how rules keep us from descending into chaos in a horrible impression of Magnus that overshoots and ends up sounding closer to Sam the eagle from the muppets than anything. The kids are laughing their asses off. Bots who have worked with magnus are doing everything in their power not to laugh, with mixed success rates.

Ultra Magnus

Ulta Magnus does not care too much about being shorter or currently looking like a delinquent with no regard for anything other than his own personal amusement and some abstract concept of "coolness." ...Okay, he cares a lot and its very frustrating that people take a second to take him seriously again, but he cares much MORE about the delinquent currently inhabiting HIS frame and making a mockery of everything he believes in!!! It's unacceptable behavior and his body should be treated with the respect it deserves, not puppeted around for unfunny satire!!! He refuses to stoop to his level and mock back, so he'll simply stare him down until he gets the damn message.

#maccadam #transformers #tfp #ratchet #shockwave #bulkhead #knockout #optimus prime #soundwave #dreadwing #predaking #ultra magnus #wheeljack #im sorry this took ages i kept getting sick and not being able to write anything 🥲

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hapi-transformers-enthusiast · 8 months

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"Wayward Soldier"

General and Romantic headcanons for TFP Ultra Magnus.

He has made a lil office in my head and he's paying rent, so I'm indulging him.

WARNINGS: Mentions of death, PTSD, sleep paralysis, and general mental-health related things that may hit very close to home.

General HCs first, then Romantic ones Under the cut!

Ultra Magnus has been through quite a lot, just like the other Autobots. However, unlike the others, he's had very little time to get used to Earth.

His uptight demeanor and formal speech is a front, but he's had to hold it up for so long, that it's become difficult for him to ever truly lower his guard anymore.

After he starts getting used to the team, he does loosen up slightly. He's still very strict and orderly, but he starts learning what the other bots won't appreciate - especially Wheeljack.

Earth as an environment, however, takes much longer for him to acclimate to. The first time he gets caught in a thunderstorm, it sends him into a panic attack from the sudden noise. He... rather dislikes rain, really.

The weather that he does enjoy, to everyone's surprise, is Snow. The cool air and the way it seems to muffle noises around it calms him down, even if he needs to be careful about the temperature.

That being said, please do not send him up to the Arctic. Bulkhead told him about the Scraplet incident, and he really doesn't want there to be a second wave of that.

Ultra Magnus also has a pretty religious sleep schedule, which he only diverges from in the event of an extreme emergency. However, there is one particular hinderance that occasionally robs him of rest: Sleep Paralysis.

Every now and again, Magnus gets extremely intense bouts of sleep paralysis, rendering him unable to move for hours at a time. He has a repeated hallucination of a dead comrade holding him down, whispering just barely too quiet, and every time it destroys him.

He'll usually break out of the condition before the sun rises, but it's never pleasant. He'll be extra uptight and particular about things the next morning, as well as a little bit jumpy.

The way that Magnus tends to calm himself down is actually with creative writing. Contrary to popular belief, he's actually a very adept storyteller, and he enjoys putting his extensive vocabulary to use. However, he never shares these stories, always deleting the files after he finishes them.

Onto the Romantic Headcanons!

This mech is extremely out of touch when it comes to romance. It takes him a long time to even recognize that what he's feeling is love, rather than just particularly deep comradery.

Once he does realize he's in love, he'll withdraw pretty deeply. He has lost so many people that he has cared about, and the very idea of losing the one he loves most shakes him to his spark. That, and he overthinks things quite a bit.

After his significant other lets him know that they love him back, though? He is on Cloud Nine. He has trouble putting it into words, but he smiles a lot more now.

Ultra Magnus' love languages are Acts of Service and Words of Affirmation. He's a chivalrous mech, always willing to help his S/O with even the smallest tasks, and he'll always go just a little bit above the standard.

However, he absolutely needs his S/O to verbalize that they love him. He can be very insecure if it's not something war related, and thus needs reassurance that he's doing things right: That his lover is happy with him.

Touch Starved. He spent way too long alone on that ship flying to Earth, and it shows. Put a hand on his cheek, or (if you can) the small of his back? He'll be putty in your hands.

At first, he doesn't really like cuddling, because he starts to overheat. However, if his S/O helps him through a Sleep Paralysis or Traumatic Episode, he'll start liking it a whole lot more.

Similarly to humans, Cybertronians tend to sleep better when in groups, and Ultra Magnus is no exception. He often wales to find his hand entwined with his partner, or even spooning them lovingly. Don't ever mention these things to Wheeljack, poor Magnus will never hear the end of it.

Alright, that's all I have for now!! Stay tuned, folks, I'll be writing more often soon!

#maccadam #tfp #transformers prime #tfp ultra magnus #ultra magnus #prime ultra magnus #transformers #transformers headcanons #tfp headcanons #tfp x reader #transformers romantic headcanons #my writing #written by hapi transformers enthusiast

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mgarmagedon · 2 months

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How are you and your au co-maker friend doing? Any new ideas?

She is fine, for now she is really busy and has really hard time, so she wouldn't have time to even make anything with me. Wish her luck guys, because she is doing her best ❤️❤️❤️

And she isn't exactly co-maker, because she is from time to time making random content about transformers prime or rid15, I'm mainly creating content here, but thank to her Sideswipe is tampon now. :D

But i can tell off what we were talking about last time:

Like lately we chosen to add that after Starscream almost died in explosion, when he was still mainly into scientific stuff, not only making Megan angry (when war was still active conflict and 90% of the population weren't dead), he met that time KO (when he was still teenager) and without getting licences, because how he could get his licence while the war, when practically all schools were in ruins XD So they met that time, KO helped him in coming back to better shape. This is why KO came to Nemesis in TFP with his husband Breakdown, because Starscream saw him as a trustworthy doctor. I don't need to add that they fucked AS ADULTS ON NEMESIS, when Breakdown was still around, because he was fine that KO wants to life in open relationship. They were still happy together :DD

We talked about the fact that Bee couldn't look at Sideswipe optics at the beginning, because he has Smokescreens optics and after all this shit that happened, it was really painful for him. He drank himself into unconsciousness, Ofc Grimlock and Danny were trying to comfort him as much he could (at that time Drift wasn't around yet, he joined with his sons team after 8-9 months Bee, Strongarm and Sides came to earth). He felt terrible, because it wasn't Sides fault that he born or that his best friend, which he treated like his older brother and first love in his life, made children when both of them was drunk. He didn't won't to hurt him or take revenge on the poor teen, which also had hard childhood like Bee and slowly but surly start to get close with. Sometimes he even thought of if he didn't leave him that day they told him about the protoforms, he would be now Sideswipe and Sunstreaker's father and maybe even marry KO. But those are only his thoughts. I was thinking of making black and while comic of it, but in his bot form not human. XDDD

We also lately write A LOT about Ultra Magnus and Wheeljack. Mainly we was thinking what Magnus was doing after the war and becasue he was like this big badass judge, he could just become the guy how almost rule Cybertron. I mean by it, that Cybertron came back to the almost state after the war and that is not a good news XD. "And what about Ratchet?" nothing, he doesn't give a fuck about him. After all, he himself as a guy in new created council vote to send Ratchet on Earth as his retirement and still explain himself by saying " this is last wish of Optimus Prime". I just like the idea that right hand of Prime, makes Cybertron great again, causing fulling prisons by ex cons and not happy with his decisions war veterans. It would also explain WHY FUCKING CYCLONUS WAS IN THE FUCKING FINAL, because he would be rebeliant that wants freedom for his ppl. He also created slums :), idk I think it's cool idea that Ultra Magnus was a villain of the series And I think Arcee would see sense in that and after all those years and ptsd, also got mature, she would fine peace in new worlds order. But she would still take back her father and brother back on Cybetron... at least be too kick his fucking ass. XDD And practically nobody can do anything with, only Bulkhead is living his best life as a worker, it doesn't mean that he is now fighting, he is just tired and like Arcee wants some peace in his life. After they banned contacting with earth and he could talk with Miko, he needed finally some peace. The same with KO and Smoke. He is living now with Wheeljack AS A FRIENDS!!! But from time to time, Wheeljack is showing up at Magnus mantion to fuck him, say hey to his daughter and then disappear for next 9 months. I'm just seeing NeoCybertron as a Gotham City but as a planet XDDD

I can't write more words, so do you have any more question? XD

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lets-try-some-writing · 1 year

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Hi!! I absolutely adore your kids as sparklings series!! and just wondered since Jack tend to be one of my favourite if you could do a interact of him and Dad Optimus, he needs more love since he such a quiet bean XD

I will gladly produce more lovely bonding fuel for you dear anon! After writing about Miko and Raf, I intended to do Jack anyway.

Little Medic

After all the chaos with Miko and Rafael growing and rapidly gaining themselves Decepticon secondary Caretakers, Optimus had more time to focus on the eldest of his three humans-turned-sparklings. It had been eating at him for months having to work himself half to death to deal with being Prime and his sparklings. He had wanted to spent more time with his neglected eldest for the entirety of the time he had the sparklings under his care. But now that the workload was more evenly distributed, he finally had the opportunity to bond with Jack.

As such Optimus's lessons in history and culture with Jack grew more frequent and at the same time he rapidly found himself wrapped up in games of medic. While he had hoped somewhere deep in his spark that his eldest sparkling (excluding Bumblebee) would have a desire to be an archivist as Optimus once was, he was still proud of his little one. Jack had shown great interest in becoming a medic, contrary to his warframe build, and Optimus was incredibly happy for him. So when Jack began putting stickers that were modeled after welds onto Optimus's armor where he had scratches on his paint, he smiled and let it happen.

It didn't end there though. As Jack began taking simple lessons from Ratchet, he also expressed an even greater desire to play medic and stickers just didn't cut it for him anymore. And so using the new free time Optimus had on his servos, he pulled up some old knowledge from the Matrix and some of the tricks he had acquired over the years to make a little gift. With Ratchet's help and permission to take a few small tools, Optimus put together a mini medical kit for his sparkling. It had just about everything, with small (thankfully dulled) tools, mesh wraps for bleeding, thicker weld stickers (the novelty of which kept Jack enthralled for days), and small vials of glowing liquid not too dissimilar from energon in fake syringes. Then to top it all off, Optimus commissioned a field medic's battle-mask from Wheeljack. The wrecker of course did not hesitate the make the mask and even went out of his way to make an attachable surgical blade like Ratchet (which was promptly confiscated and turned offline before being given to Jack).

When everything was prepared Optimus gathered the team and knelt before Jack with the gift held behind his back. The team rapidly took photos as Optimus presented his gift and watched Jack's reaction go from confused, shocked, to overjoyed in less than ten seconds. Jack did not hesitate to accept the gift, reverently putting it on the ground before leaping into Optimus's arms in gratitude. He ended up crying from how happy he was with the gift, temporarily leaving Optimus and the team to worry that something was wrong.

The very next day Jack was outfitted with his new mask, his blade (which remained dulled and offline but still usable), and his kit. He marched directly up to Optimus after he returned from patrol and in his best doctor voice proclaimed his Sire needed a checkup, to which the rest of the team nearly perished from cuteness overload.

Jack: Sire! You need to get a checkup!

Optimus: Is that the doctor's order?

Jack: Yes! I will be your attending physician today!

Optimus: Very well doctor, please, tell me what to do.

Jack: Go sit over there please! We need to run scans!

Before anyone could really process the adorableness, Jack began giving orders to Ratchet and had Optimus lay down for a checkup. Not wanting to waste energon, Ratchet gave up his pride for a moment and made fake scanning noises while pulling up some old scans for Jack to use during his "checkup". The sparkling did not suspect a thing and accepted the comparatively huge datapad with as much grace as his small frame could afford him. He then looked down at the datapad knowingly and made some thoughtful hums before putting it down and pulling out his new medical kit.

He immediately pulled out a little scanner designed to only pick up basic vitals and looked at the results with the most adorable look of concentration both Optimus and Ratchet had every seen. Then once complete he nodded to himself and grabbed his tiny sander and other dulled tools. Jack's tools were made to only damage paint when used, so when the sparkling began powering up his itty bitty sander, Optimus merely chuckled quietly and endured the slight tickle that came as Jack clambered around on his frame using the tool on all his biggest scratches.

Optimus looked like a blotchy mess when Jack finished, a bit like a spotted leopard if he was being entirely honest considering the varying spots around his frame where his paint had been stripped away. But he did not stop Jack as the sparkling seemed so proud of himself for "fixing" the scratches. He kept a smile on his face as Jack then went about slapping weld stickers on the sanded parts of his frame to make it "all better". Then when Jack was completely content with his work he patted Optimus on the cheek and passed him an absolutely miniscule energon lollypop that Ratchet had provided. Being a good sport and not wanting to foul Jack's mood, Optimus accepted the lollypop as Jack began listing off what he had fixed and what his orders were.

Jack: I fixed up all your broken bits, so now you need to get lots and lots of rest.

Optimus: Of course doctor.

Jack: AND you need lots of cuddle time to help the pain go away too!

Optimus: Oh really?

Jack: Yeah! Lots of cuddles and hugs and kisses to make all the ouches better!

Optimus: *struggling to stay composed* If that is your order head medic.

Ratchet: *dying of cuteness quietly in the background* How many cuddles should he be prescribed doctor?

Jack: At least fifteen! But the more cuddles, the faster the ouches will go away!

Optimus obeyed his personal medic's orders and gave Jack lots of cuddles throughout the next few days. Jack was ecstatic and quickly took to having Optimus lay down for "check-ups" every time he began to feel lonely or had something to talk about. It was his way of stealing time away just for him and Optimus, and the Prime did not begrudge him that. Jack was always such a mild and well-mannered sparkling, so he did not object at all whenever Jack called him over and did his little diagnostic before prescribing Optimus anything from cuddles (to help with ouches), game time (to help with stiff cables, obviously), to story time (for memory retaining purposes of course).

Whatever he was prescribed, Optimus took the time to fulfill. If Jack ordered him to have cuddles, Optimus would spend at least an hour with just him and Jack in their little nest at the end of the day. When Jack ordered him to play, Optimus would sit with Jack and his siblings and play a little game of ball or blocks with them until the younger ones got tired. And of course when Jack prescribed stories, Optimus would take Jack aside and tell him tales of Cybertron and the old days with as much skill as he could work into his glyphs.

Jack also took time to do little "check-ups" with the rest of the team when he wanted something as well. It quickly became obvious who he liked best by how often he summoned them for medical exams. Optimus, Bumblebee, Smokescreen, Ratchet, and Arcee were favorites by far, often being prescribed any of the things previously listed. Bulkhead, Wheeljack, and Ultra Magnus got called every now and then, usually being prescribed something like "you need to find X in order to handle your mental stress" or something of the like as a way for Jack to get items from the outside. They never objected despite being made into effective messenger boys at best and fetch quest receivers at worst. The visiting Decepticons in Soundwave and Starscream didn't get "check-ups" as a general rule. But every now and then Jack would slap a weld sticker on a scratch on their legs and pass them a lollypop as a form of appreciation when they aided Optimus in handling his siblings.

As for Miko and Rafael? Jack didn't give them "check-ups" due to them not holding still long enough. Not that it stopped him from trying.

#maccadam #transformers prime #transformers #tfp kids as sparklings #jack darby #optimus prime #team prime #father son bonding #fluff #Jack is a little medic and I love the idea #I am the one writing this au and even I am sitting here giggling as I type #I love my little sparkling kiddos so much

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ilovefoodwithallmylife · 2 years

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Transformers Prime/TFP Autobots as sparklings💕

A/N: Welp, I was bored. GIFs do not belong to me, the credits go to the original creators (Some were found on google). My work was kinda inspired by @naida-nikarai and lastly, I hope they don't seem OOC😭.

Link to Decepticon Version;

Warnings: Light injuries and Fluff.

Optimus Prime: An adorable obedient little angel, he's a very sweet and kind sparkling for his age. He gets really happy when he receives any type of affection from you, you can even see his optics light up. In return, he willingly helps you, if you are in dire need of assistance. Optimus can be a playful sparkling as well, so when you have free time, you both would play games together and have fun, you two would end up sleeping together, tried yet, happy from the time you both had together.

Ultra Magnus: Now despite his age, he's a very quiet and stern sparkling. Who tends to isolate himself from other sparklings. But when it comes to you, he's curious about what you do. So please be a good example to him. Just like Optimus, He feels warm whenever you show him affection, even if he's not expressing it freely. Ultra Magnus will show it through his actions, by asking you that if you need any help he's there, just like Prime.

Ratchet: He's a sparkling who is mostly the type to want things to be his way, if others disagree he'll start a tantrum or scream at them rudely. Not only that, Ratchet can be stubborn sparkling when he's doing something and he needs your help or assistance, for sure he will hide that he needs your guidance. But Ratchet would let out small huffs when he sees you having injuries on you. Warning you to be more careful when he gently helps you apply medicine.

Bulkhead: A big crybaby, just because he looks tough, Bulkhead is sensitive and shy. He's a sparkling who wants to make new friends but is too scared to talk, so he goes back to you, needing comfort and reassurance. Please don't be harsh and strict towards him. He can't help but be joyful when you give him any type of affection, especially if you guys cuddle together. Give him a small smooch he'll cling onto you more, being more than happy.

Arcee: A very silent and distant sparkling. To the point that you won't know what's going on in her mind, what she wants, etc. Though she can be a handful to deal with when Arcee is angry, she tends to scream and be disrespectful. Be patient with her alright? Give her time to just let herself be alone and talk to her when she feels better and calm. When she receives affection and care from you, Arcee becomes shy. You can even see a small tint of blue Energon on her face when you do so.

Wheeljack: He's a troublemaker, so make sure to watch him properly for Wheeljack to be safe. He's going to be caught by you, doing silly and reckless shenanigans he's not supposed to do. More importantly, hide away any materials that can cause potential threats. For sure he'll try to do something funny that will hurt him by accident. It's hard to put him into stasis, Wheeljack's a sparkling that's energetic and bold, and mostly he has a liking to staying up late at night. He doesn't mind affection or hugs from you, but he'll get annoyed if you smother him though.

Bumblebee: Is a sparkling that is talkative. He'll express himself by happily letting out buzzes and beeps. He is curious and sparkling as well about the world around him. Just like Bulkhead he can be sensitive, he'll cry out in fear if there is something that he finds scary. So please comfort him and calm him down, let him know that you're there for him no matter what. Bumblebee's the type to adore and love you, he sees you as somebody he wants to be so, expect the young sparkling to look up to you a lot. He loves affection, like Bulkhead he enjoys most of it especially if it's cuddles.

Smokescreen: Oh my Primus, he's going to be a Responsibility to deal with. Smokescreen is a very energetic and hyper sparkling that you can get tired and exhausted from him. Like Wheeljack, he can be a troublemaker too. So be sure that he does not do something risky. But he does cry if you don't listen or pay attention to him, which is something that he needs. You can calm him down by swaying him in your arms securely while singing a sweet lullaby. Slowly he'll begin to fall asleep in your arms, due to you being so gentle and kind.

Cliffjumper: Such a friendly and playful sparkling. When he sees other sparklings he'll talk to them as if they are already his friends. And it would attract others to play with him. Because of how sweet and extraverted he is. Though he's not the best when it comes to listening to you, when his attention is on you, it can be short. But he tries hard. He's a tough one so you don't see him cry often. You only see him cry is when you leave him to fall into stasis. He wants you to snuggle him to sleep. It makes him feel protected and safe and he enjoys the feeling of himself being taller than you.

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yes-i-write-fanfiction · 1 year

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tfp skystar , or the autobots find skyfire beating the ever living daylights out of megatron, all the while starscream is helping him ad cheering him on, the reaction?

Optimus might feel a bit conflicted because on one hand he deep down cares about Megatron but on the other he's also his enemy and it's nice to see someone finally beat the shit out of him. Ends up just standing there, kinda awkward but also kinda enjoying himself? Conflicted boy.

The team has to hold Ratchet back so he won't run up and join Skyfire in beating the crap out of Megatron. He's so happy, you guys can't even imagine the smile on his face. It's like a kid experiencing a Christmas miracle. He'll be talking about this for years.

Bumblebee is cheering while also taking some notes. He may not have Skyfire's size of strength but he'll pay close attention to where he's hitting Megatron the most. The spots are sure to be sore for a long time and he's gonna take advantage of that the next time he sees him in battle.

Bulkhead is shouting encouraging words and giving Skyfire some pointers. "Go for an uppercut! And when he's down, kick him on the chin!" Straight up shadowboxing on the sidelines while at the some time holding Ratchet back, simply because he's worried the medic would get accidentally crushed. Otherwise he'd absolutely let him join in on the fight.

While a bit peeved that Skyfire is doing this for Starscream of all mechs, Arcee won't look a gift horse in the mouth. She's nodding her head while leaning back, appreciating the view of Megatron getting his ass handed to him. She looks as if she could be on an exhibit, appreciating some fine art and holding a glass of champagne in one hand.

Smokescreen is straight up that pointing wojak meme. He can't believe what he's seeing and he can't stop going "Are you guys seeing this??? Is this really happening???". He's just so excited, he's always wanted to see something like this happen and now that he's seeing it he can't believe his optics.

Like Bulkhead, Wheeljack is trying to give some advice to Skyfire on how to best beat up Megatron. So excited he doesn't really know what to do so he simply ends up grabbing Bumblebee's shoulders and kinda shaking him.

While Ultra Magnus might appear kinda uninvolved/uninterested in the beatdown, he's actually recording the whole thing. He's trying not to move so the footage won't get all shaky. This is something that needs to be documented. He will distribute this to the rest of the autobots later.

TLDR;

Everyone:

#transformers imagine #transformers prime #skyfire #jetfire #megatron #optimus prime #ratchet #bumblebee #bulkhead #arcee #smokescreen #wheeljack #ultra magnus

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in1-nutshell · 2 months

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Hello love! I know it would be a long while until you respond but for now, as I am writing this, Happy Valentine’s and Family’s Day! (Or whatever you are celebrating) ❤️❤️❤️❤️ So, I have a big TFP theory. You don’t need to write any fics for this, I just would like some reactions and some of your thoughts to this, cause you really know a lot about the TFP characters and stories. And if this is not your thing, please do skip it, I don’t mind at all. So, the other day I was analyzing the TFP characters designs with my friends, and I noticed something interesting: Ratchet, despite being a medic, got big and bulky hands and fingers. Like, if the man is a medic and a technician, why are his fingers designed to be so big and fat? How could he perform surgeries and work on machines smoothly like this? And if you look at Knockout, his fingers are knife-like and agile and clearly made to be a surgeon. And the same is with Soundwaves— his hands are also long and skinny, wonderful with working on computers. Both very different from Ratchet’s. So here is my theory: (forgive me if I missed other important canon points in TFP that goes against this theory. I am kinda new to it) but my theory says that TFP Ratchet was never born nor trained to be a medic. Instead, he was trained to become a warrior. Other proof for this is that Ratchet got muscular square build like Wheeljack, and in the episode where he used Synthetic Energon, he became extremely powerful and good at battles, but there is no way the energon alone could have suddenly taught him so many battle skills and techniques. However, at some point in Ratchet’s life, he chose to become a medic and the technician despite not being completely suited for it, either due to his own passion and dream, or because of the situation. But Ratchet was smart, and not only managed to work his way into this field, he also became a master at it. This also explains why he has so many tools all the time, and why he always “needed that”, cause his own body and hands itself are not suited for most jobs he does, and he needed a whole bunch of tools to help him. Like if I recall correctly neither Knockout nor Soundwave ever needed that many. And this might be another reason why Rafael was even better than Ratchet was at certain computer jobs. Of course, Raf is also a little genius, and is full of talents himself, but another factor could be that Raf got smaller and more agile fingers that are better built for typing, and have less limitations to computers compared to Ratchet. So yeah, what are your thoughts on this? I don’t think the whole Ratchet’s fingers things are ever pointed out by anyone else. You can just provide a single paragraph of thoughts. Thank you for your time.

This a very interesting theory you have.

It would make sense to have slimmer digits to perform more sensitive surgeries. It would be a bit harder to do it with bulkier digits.

Ratchet being a born/ created warrior is also an interesting concept to think about.

Imagine if we didn't get Ratchet as a medic, but as some warrior.

I personally think that he is built 'boxy' so he can look more friend shaped.

Comparing a fuller, 'box' like character to one that is thin and sharp; you would be more drawn to the box than the sharp.

Huggable even.

Ratchet can come off as cold, but ultimately cares for everyone around him. He keeps most of his problems and opinions to himself neatly packaged away.

Like a box.

Knockout is very much a vain character and has repeatedly stated that he is more useful in 'slicing and dicing' than putting things back together.

Hence, the saw.

Probably the reason why Ratchet gets more frustrated at his tools being destroyed could be because most of his tools are made by him, for him.

Thinking back on how limited resources are and how probably most if not all medical supplies/ tools are broken or dented. Nothing is new and minted, they wont work the same as a one fresh out of the assembly line.

He would be rightfully mad if the only 'good' tools were getting broken on the daily. The ones that he has to ask for help with is because they have been repaired and disfigured so much it doesn't work the same as before.

Ratchet is probably used to the newer, the 'standard' tools more than the make shift ones.

This was fun to think about! Hope everything is good on your end!

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kingrayii · 8 months

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Please check it out and leave kudos and feedback! As good as this one is 1st part of a TFE fanfic series I have, called -: family :-

“Hey, Optimus! Happy Father's day!” Bumblebee’s voice rang to Megatron’s audio receptors. Optimus had received a video over to his communicator, and it was from Bumblebee.

“Happy Father’s day!” Arcee greeted on the video as well, she made a brief appearance behind Bee.

“I’m sorry for a late greeting, I’ve been stuck at Malto’s the whole day. The Maltobots needed my help to make the day perfect, so I stayed to help. But I will never forget to remember you on this day! See you tomorrow, Prime sir!”

Before the video reached to end, the voices of the Terrans and their human family shouted and greeted Optimus happy father’s day. Bee knelt down to Mo, who was apparently signing him to kneel down for her. Mo appeared on the video.

“Mom said we can say that, even if you’re not our dad, but you are still a dad! At least to Bee!” Mo said with a wide smile.

“Bye, Mr Optimus!” with that, the video ended.

Optimus chuckled to himself. He replied to Bumblebee’s video with a brief text message, thanking him, Arcee and the whole Malto family. Megatron walked over to Optimus’ right side; “Cutting it quite close this year. The day is almost over.”

Optimus sent his reply and facing Megatron he said: “It doesn’t matter. These things are something you know, even if no one says anything.”

“Actually, I, too.. received a greeting today”, Megatron mumbled, trying to appear cool about it, but Prime saw the glimmer in his optics.

“Oh?” Optimus asked, tell me more, and Megatron answered; “Young Twitch called me earlier today. She… told me, happy father’s day, even if I am far from being one to her.”

“You may not be a father to her the same way Alex Malto is, or even as far-fetched as Wheeljack. But those bonds also prove to us that being family doesn’t mean biological connection”, Optimus explained, and Megatron hummed thoughtfully.

“Yes, I understand that. I guess… I never expected to mean this way to anyone”, Megatron confessed.

Optimus smiled for him. Megatron had come a long way from when he was still a Decepticon leader; back in those days, he would’ve never thought the way he did now, never admitted those kinds of feelings out loud. Optimus felt joy in his spark.

Megatron and Optimus both turned to look at the beautiful scenery that opened in front of them. Witwicky was a beautiful place, and the sun setting painted the world purple and pink. Both of them took a deep breath and let their optics rest on that beautiful view.

“I also consider you family, Megatron, and I-”

“Don’t say it, Prime, or you might grow on me.”

Prime chuckled; “I already have, old friend. I just wish to remind you of how much I cherish you, and what we have.”

Megatron averted Prime’s gaze for a moment before he looked at him from the corner of his eyes. Megatron was struggling with words, he still wasn’t used to being treated like Optimus spoke and thought of him.

“I… can’t say it back yet”, Megatron admitted, defeated, and looked down at his feet. Optimus smiled dearly to him; “I know. It is okay.”

“But-” Megatron added, lifting a hand on Prime’s shoulder.

“I… you know.”

“I know”, Optimus hummed.

Megatron didn’t need to say it back. Actions spoke volumes, and Megatron was shouting to Optimus the same words he just said to him. Optimus and Megatron shared eye contact, and both of them smiled. There was still much healing to do, and not only for Megatron. Optimus would wait for him for all of eternity, and even longer.

“Megatron? I often find myself thinking of how wrong we could’ve gone, had we not stopped the war.”

“Why waste time on something like that?”

“I can’t say. Maybe it is the fact of how good things are, and how bad they could be. Maybe the idea that in the countless other universes, things are far, far worse. Do you think that, maybe, there are more universes like ours? Where we do not have to fight? Where we are brothers and sisters, not divided by factions or anything else?”

“Like you said, Prime… There are countless universes. Some ought to be as good as this one.”

Optimus smiled and sighed contently. He narrowed his optics and hummed; “Yes. Some ought to be.”

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noodleblade · 6 months

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“It’s been a long time,” Ratchet murmured, his smile still there but softer, “I’m happy to see you here, finally finding your way.” Deadlock wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry or scream.

Or, Drift's mtmte origins with Deadlock's cyberverse fate.

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“Aw, scrap,” Hot Rod said as he came to a complete stop in the middle of the hall, helm sweeping left and right. “‘Think I took us down the wrong hall. They really gotta color code this place.” The speedster turned, rubbing the center of his crest sheepishly. “Sorry, Drift, let me just check the map real quick and...”

Deadlock bit down the snarl building in his intake and gave Hot Rod a congenial smile instead, crossing his arms behind his back to hide his tightly clenched fists.

“No worries,” he said, keeping his voice level, pleasant, and absent of the absolute infuriating rage in being made to follow this clueless, imbecile Autobot . He bottled that rage and locked it deep in his chassis, burrowed in his spark, where he always kept it. “Take your time.”

It would not do anyone good to lose it now. Not him, not Megatron and not his mission. Hot Rod was not worth it. Not yet .

Deadlock could withstand the torment of this idiot for the sake of his mission. Infiltrating and spying on the Autobots was far too important to lose his cool over the annoying speedster. He would have to tolerate it and swallow his annoyance. It seemed as though Optimus Prime had insisted on Hot Rod showing Drift around and helping him get acquainted with the assembled crew. Deadlock had hoped it would be Bumblebee. He was equally as stupid and idiotic as Hot Rod, but rather than a misplaced sense of self-importance, Bumblebee was just gratingly friendly. It was marginally more tolerable.

“Okay!” the flamed speedster exclaimed, spoiler perked up high as he clapped his hands together. “I think I figured it out. Wheeljack’s lab should be to the left and the second right.”

No, it is not .

Deadlock swallowed down the correction and, in dismay, followed as Hot Rod continued to lead them down the wrong path, further prolonging this torturous excursion.

He walked a half-step behind, humming in faux interest as Hot Rod rambled aimlessly, pointing out random rooms and features of the Arc as they took the long way to Wheeljack’s lab.

Of course, Deadlock already knew all this information. Soundwave had given him a detailed schematic of the entire ship and each of its levels from the ventilation systems, down to the internal wiring. Deadlock had dedicated himself to memorizing every square micron of it, wasting away cycles prior to his infiltration to catalog every possible detail of importance. He could navigate the entire ship blind, if challenged.

Little did he know, the true challenge would be keeping his glossa pinned down as Hot Rod continuously takes every wrong turn. What was worse was that he doesn’t even seem to realize, too caught up in his blathering about…well, Deadlock wasn’t sure. He had tuned out the annoying Autobot at the beginning of the tour, only keeping his audials online for keywords like end, finished, over.

“So, that about wraps it up.” Another marked key phrase. “Any questions?” Hot Rod grinned at Deadlock with relaxed ease, leaning against the wall almost as if he was trying to strike a pose. Deadlock was not impressed.

“No.” He hoped keeping his answers short and clipped would dissuade further conversation with the pesky Autobot.

“Cool, cool. I think that was everything. And all we have left is medbay. Medics were able to fit you in for a quick check up.”

“Check up?” Deadlock asked, hackles raised as he watched the flashy racer give him a questioning look.

“Well, yeah? We all got to do it. Decepticons not big on overall health?” Hot Rod teased lightly.

Deadlock almost laughed. Almost. He held back the urge and gave Hot Rod a small, defensive shrug. “Not a lot of medics to begin with.” And the medics they did have had no right to call themselves medical professionals . He was thankful that his time with the Decepticons had left him fairly unscathed. Any injuries he had he took care of privately. He’d seen Shockwave’s work with Shadow Striker and didn’t relish the idea of a similar fate. He’d rather have himself offlined.

Hot Rod at least had the decency to wince, dropping his smile for something more stricken.

“Ah right. Well, it should go pretty quick. It’s just an intake so unless you got anything hiding under the plating, Ratchet will be done with you in less than twenty kliks.”

Deadlock froze, brakes hard locking without him even thinking. His engine stalled, optics blown wide.

“Ratchet?” There was a slight quiver to his voice.

That name wasn’t on the intel reports. That name wasn’t on the crew manifest. That name wasn’t on any document he had received in his mission file. Soundwave wasn’t sloppy . A complete afthole, yes , but missing this information? Deadlock felt acid crawling up his intake as panic seared through his lines.

“Yeah, he’s our chief medic. ‘Decided to join at the last minute so it's been a bit of a mess around here,” Hot Rod waved off, still walking ahead without realizing Deadlock had stopped at all. “Big ol’ crankshaft but he knows what he’s doing. He’s put everyone on this ship back together at least three times over so what he lacks in personality he makes up for it there I guess.”

Hot Rod turned, blinking as he saw Deadlock still rooted in his spot fifteen paces back.

“Oh, I guess you’ve heard about Ratch before? I can guarantee whatever the Decepticon reports say about him are over-exaggerated. He’s much more boring than that.”

That…that wasn’t it. Not by a long shot. But Deadlock took the blessed out and gave a shaky nod of his helm. He didn’t trust himself to speak, afraid of what would come out if he opened his mouth.

“Well, come on,” Hot Rod waved him along. “The sooner we get there, the sooner we can get it over with.” As Deadlock fell into step with him, Hot Rod dropped his voice. “Don’t tell anyone, but I get a little lightheaded whenever Ratchet takes out the needles.”

Needles were the least of his worries. Comically so. Deadlock had no fear of any medicinal treatment he may receive, but rather who was administering it.

The walk to the medbay was horrifically short. Like a cruel curse, somehow Hot Rod took the shortest, simplest route. It was as if fate wanted to test Deadlock, to jeopardize his mission, his faith, his spark.

All that time, all that energy. Deadlock had spent weeks agonizing over his mission. He had perfected everything down to the finest detail. He’d spent grueling cycles studying and memorizing every bit of intel he could grab his hands on. (He knew how Prowl liked his energon and spent a whole cycle learning about meteor surfing just in case Hot Rod brought it up.) He had gotten repainted, stripping back the accented black for shiny, bright white. It felt almost…foreign to be back to his default factory paint after so many years without it. It was crisp, clean, stark in a way it had never been when he had lived on the streets of the Dead End.

He even adopted his old name. Drift . That had been…challenging. There was still the knee jerk response to bare his teeth and snap whenever anyone addressed him as such. He had gone through so much effort to rebuild himself, to shed off the tainted and stained plating of his past to go right back to it.

But it was temporary. It was for his mission. He had been chosen . Hand selected and deemed the best choice by Megatron himself. Not Starscream, not Shockwave, not even Soundwave. Deadlock was the mech to earn Megatron’s complete and utter trust with this mission and he’d be damned if he did not execute it to absolute perfection.

Even if he meant he’d have to face the ghost of his past. Even if it meant he’d have to see-

Deadlock took a steadying breath as Hot Rod came to a stop.

“And here we are,” Hot Rod gestured to a set of heavy, white doors. “We’ll be in and out in no time.”

He gave Deadlock no time to speak as he palmed the entry.

The doors to the medbay opened, blasting with them a cool gust of air. Hot Rod waltzed in before the doors were even fully opened. Willing himself to get this over with, Deadlock followed quickly behind, optics immediately scanning the room for red and white and-

“Hot Rod, I told you not to barge in here while I’m working.”

He sounded the same. Still gruff, still bitter, still masking affection under a frown. Deadlock felt his spark drop as he saw the medic turn away from his console to glare down at Hot Rod, only to spot Deadlock instead.

“Is that any way to speak in front of your new patient? At least try to make a good impression,” Hot Rod faux gasped, servo over his spark. “Here I was being nice and escorting Drift to his appointment and-”

“Save it,” Ratchet cut him off with a short hand gesture. “We both know you’ve been talking off the poor mech’s audial for the past several breems. Go. I’ll send him your way once our check up is done.”

Hot Rod gave Ratchet a big grin before spinning on his pede. He clapped Deadlock on the shoulder on his way out. “Don’t let Hatchet scare ya. He’s not that mean. All bark, not bite. I’ll meet you in the mess hall. ‘Think you remember the way.”

Deadlock found his vocalizer unwilling to cooperate and settled for a nod of his helm.

He turned to watch Hot Rod go, the flashy speedster transforming as soon as he crossed the threshold and bolted off with an obnoxious rev of his engine.

Behind him, Ratchet tutted. “Whatever you do here, don’t follow Hot Rod’s example unless you want to be on Optimus and Prowl’s list.”

His vocalizer still refused to online, stunted by being alone with Ratchet for the first time in…so long. Deadlock gave another quick nod and Ratchet snorted. It was an ugly sound, but Deadlock found himself repeating it in his helm as Ratchet waved him forward.

“‘Going to start with your measurements and a general scan. Stand here and don’t move around too much.”

Deadlock moved automatically. His limbs felt stiff, like they would lock up again at any moment, but he managed to make his way across the medbay to stand on the small raised platform Ratchet directed him to.

“Keep your arms by your sides while the scan is in process. You’ll feel a slight tickling sensation.”

Bright white light cascaded down his frame. Deadlock kept rigidly still. He could feel the tickling sensation Ratchet mentioned but it was nothing. He had been forced to withstand far more painful and cruel torment without so much as a flinch. Ratchet seemed to notice this and gave a small appraising hum. That made Deadlock shiver, the sound rolling down his plating.

“You can step off now,” Ratchet waved him forward, shutting off the scan.

He held his hand out and Deadlock stared. When he didn’t take it, Ratchet simply let his servo drop as he moved to grab the datapad anchored to the scanner.

Deadlock quietly moved, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. He stared at Ratchet, unsure what else to do. Silence was usually his friend, it's how he managed to keep himself safe in the midst of the Decepticon’s constant infighting. Here, it only served to exaggerate the quiet of the room. It made him feel twitchy.

He wondered if it was as uncomfortable for Ratchet as it was for him. That would be assuming Ratchet even recognized him. It didn’t even hit him until that moment there was a chance Ratchet wouldn’t even recognize him.

It was not a surprising revelation but it was disquieting nevertheless.

“Have a seat, Drift.”

The same instinct to correct the name was surprisingly absent.

Deadlock sat on the medslab, servos anchored to his knees as he watched Ratchet comb through the readings of the scan. His optics drifted across the screen, denta pinching his glossa as he poured all his focus onto his work. It was so simple and yet so mesmerizing, Deadlock didn’t realize he was staring until Ratchet looked up and made eye contact with him.

Deadlock thought maybe now recognition would finally make its way to Ratchet’s face. But the medic’s gaze was as neutral as it always had been. Ratchet turned back to his datapad.

A…confusing mixture of disappointment and sorrow curled at the base of Deadlock’s throat.

He…doesn’t remember me.

That should be a good thing. It would make his mission easier, it would make everything easier. But it…hurt. Deadlock was surprised to feel it. The stabbing pain in his chest hurt so much he brought up a hand to rub at it, looking down and away from Ratchet. It took away the sharp sting in his spark, but the ache was still there.

He should be happy Drift was forgotten. He had put so much effort in trying to forget it himself. It’s what he had wanted . He had stripped his name, discarded his past, worked to etch himself into something new, and valuable, and special. He’d thrown it all away…except for that one night in Rodion. It was the one thing he couldn’t rid himself of.

He had always known that night had meant everything to him and was just…passing words for a tired, charitable medic. But Drift- Deadlock had always wondered if maybe, just maybe, it had stuck with Ratchet.

Evidently not.

Deadlock kept his helm bowed as Ratchet finished reading his scan. A sharp click of the datapad being set down clued him that Ratchet was done. There shouldn’t be anything on that scan. Shockwave had given him a tormentingly thorough examination before they sent him on his mission. The scan then had been clean; there shouldn’t be anything. All he wanted was to be dismissed so he could find his quarters and hide out for the rest of the cycle. The real work could begin tomorrow, the real mission could start then. He just needed a moment to lick his wounds and-

“So,” Ratchet spoke, his voice absent of the gruff bite he had given to Hot Rod, “still have that cable kink in the knee. ‘Thought you would have gotten that sorted out when you got your armor refitted.”

Deadlock snapped his helm up as he met Ratchet’s amused face. The medic let out a low chuckle, his smile crooked in a way Deadlock wanted to trace with his fingers over and over and over again.

“Hi Drift,” Ratchet said, his name spoken with a warmth Deadlock hadn’t heard in years. It was spoken with remembrance, fondness.

“You…remember?”

“I’m not that old, don’t let Hot Rod convince you otherwise.” Ratchet rolled his optics before they settled back on Deadlock, kind in the same way they had been all those years ago. “Of course, I remember.”

The pain in Deadlock’s chest melted away. This was where the disappointment and bitterness should step in. This was where the worry that his mission would go sideways should sink in. And yet, he felt light, lighter than he had been in so many years.

“I,” Deadlock hesitated, his words low and quiet, “I remember you too.”

Ratchet let out a small snort as he set a palm on Deadlock’s shoulder. In that moment, all Deadlock could see was a Ratchet from before, holding Drift in the same spot, in the same way.

“It’s been a long time,” Ratchet murmured, his smile still there but softer, “I’m happy to see you here, finally finding your way.”

Deadlock wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry or scream. He had found his way. He finally had found a place for himself, respected and loved and it has nothing to do with this ruse . Megatron trusted him and handpicked him for this position that no one else could ever think to achieve. He had found his way! He had! Ratchet would one day see the scope of that and…

Ratchet gave him a pat on the knee to signal he could get up. A small, warm smile was on the medic’s face as if he were genuinely happy to have Drift here. Deadlock stood on wobbly knees, his center of gravity off-centered despite being in top notch health. If Ratchet noticed, he didn’t say anything. He simply put a warm hand on the Deadlock’s back to steady him.

“Thanks,” Deadlock muttered, unable to look at Ratchet and his too kind, undeserved smile.

Ratchet won’t be smiling like that when he learns the truth. He won’t be offering Deadlock any warmth, any kindness. Deadlock…was not sure what that would look like. He’d never thought to picture Ratchet angry or upset or horrified. Any time the images tried to appear, he forced them away, choosing instead to think about distant worlds far, far away from the reality in which he would lose Ratchet’s trust. He didn’t want to know what it would look like.

He knew he shouldn’t even care. He knew his mission was to destroy the autobots and any friendships made here were false.

He couldn’t deny the small part of himself that wanted to live in his bubble a little longer. That wanted to live in a pocket of space where he and Ratchet weren’t on opposite sides and…well he wasn’t even sure what they could do.

Talk?

Deadlock had imagined it countless times, curled in his bunk in the Decepticon barracks running through the simulations of just meeting Ratchet again. His simulations were always tenuous and painful. Ratchet’s disappointment was scathing even in the realm of fantasy. Only a few times had the simulations been positive, when Deadlock tried to imagine a universe where they could just talk.

Where Ratchet would smile at him and be proud of him and see the potential he had seen in Drift all those years ago in the shady clinic in the Dead End come to fruition. To see that Ratchet had been right, had seen him and understood his potential when no one else could. That they could talk and talk and talk and maybe Ratchet would laugh at one of his jokes and maybe Ratchet would tell him stories of before the war. And maybe Ratchet would admit that he had thought of Dri-Deadlock too. The words wouldn’t be too dissimilar to the ones he had said just now. And then Deadlock could smile back at him and mean it when he said-

“Me too,” Deadlock spoke to the floor, his mouth moving without his permission. Ratchet rubbed his thumb across the base of Deadlock’s neck. He shuttered his optics to memorize the touch before adding, “I’m happy to be here. To see you.”

It wasn’t even a lie, despite the guilt that curled around the base of his intake, threatening to make him purge.

He left as soon as the nausea passed. He threw away the urge to even attempt thinking of an outcome that didn’t end with Ratchet’s disappointment.

It’s been a long time.

Deadlock struggled to clear his vents as the acid waste washed over him, Hot Rod’s digits digging into his plating and dragging him down down down. His intake was crushed; he scratched and clawed at Hot Rod’s arms to no avail.

Hot Rod was dying, and he was taking Deadlock with him. This was the end. And what an end it was.

Deadlock fought weakly against Hot Rod, desperately grasping for something . He couldn’t die here. He couldn’t die now . He had so much to do, so much he never got to do. So much he failed to do.

This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. How things were supposed to end. How a nothing leaker from the Dead End became…a nothing Decepticon…in the acid wastes beneath Autobot scum. A nothing. A failure. A disgrace.

No one would weep for him.

Not Megatron or any other Decepticon. Certainly not any Autobot. No one would mourn the loss of a failure, of a traitor. No one would care, no matter what name they called him. Deadlock or Drift, discarded and forgotten. Just like before. Just like always.

Not even Ratchet would mourn. Why would he? Deadlock had only ever disappointed him, only ever hurt him, only ever lied even when he was trying not to. He would not deserve Ratchet’s sympathies. He wouldn’t even deserve his pity.

But as the acid stripped away his paint, peeling away the white then the black and then the white again, Deadlock still hoped that maybe Ratchet would feel saddened by his death. Not as a failure, not as a traitor, but as that lost mech he had met all those years ago, brains fried out on circuit boosters and looking for someone to save him.

No one was going to save him now. Not Ratchet, not the Decepticons, not some misplaced divinity. No one.

I’m happy to see you here,

Are you still happy, Ratchet? What does that feel like? Why can I never feel that?

Deadlock had hoped once, long long ago, that he would be able to.

In Dead End it had been Gasket that brought him comfort and the closest thing to happiness. They shared each other’s warmth as they whispered together into the night. They talked about the future, stupid dreams and made-up realities that could never be. Gasket wanted to find a planet with no one on it, where he could be alone and safe and free. At the time, it had been easy enough to copy that dream.

Ratchet had given him hope- not just hope, but trust, and faith, and belief that he could be more. That Drift could be more. That he was special, that he deserved more than what the world and society had spat at him. He didn’t have to follow the will of others, but make his own. Make his own future, his own dreams, his own happiness. It was the first time anyone had looked him in the eyes and seen more than a dirty little syphonist.

He had thought about those words ever since. He thought about them every cycle, whispering them in the dark, tracing his fingers where Ratchet had rested his hand. It still felt warm and Drift knew that was what happiness had to feel like.

The Decepticons didn’t do happiness. It hadn’t taken Dri- Deadlock long to put that together. But that was okay; power and security were close enough that it didn’t matter. He wasn’t starving. He wasn’t aching. He wasn’t fighting just to find a place to recharge. He had a home and responsibility. He was trusted and valued and praised and-

He was not happy with the Autobots. It was all fake, manufactured, false. Every stupid joke of Hot Rod’s Deadlock laughed at while shaking his helm fondly . Every nod of approval from Perceptor or pat on the back from Grimlock or weary smile from Arcee. It was all lies, all of it.

And Ratchet. Those…those were lies too…

Every brief passing from the medic, always taking a moment- nothing more than a few nanokliks -to say hello, to give Drift a small smile and ask him Have you settled in well? Keeping out of trouble? Heard you took a tumble, want me to check out that knee joint?

Every meeting, Deadlock shuffled as close as he could dare, to stand side by side as they listened to Optimus or Prowl or whoever . It never mattered. Deadlock would record everything for Megatron, but his focus was always on the medic. So close, yet still thousands and thousands of leagues away.

Every quiet morning cycle, when Deadlock would get up early just for a chance, a quiet chance, to refuel with Ratchet, exchange pleasantries and smiles. Rarely did they speak beyond that. Deadlock wasn’t sure what they could talk about but he wanted it. He wanted it so bad it made his spark hurt and his teeth ache. He wanted Ratchet to see him, to hear him, to understand him. Like he had back then. But asking for more was unwise. Expecting anything would only make his betrayal more painful.

None of these moments were truly noteworthy, but each one was categorically recorded, replayed in the deep, dark of the recharge cycle as he ignored the twisting pain in his chest that reminded him this wasn’t real. None of this got to be real. Soon enough it would all turn to ash and destruction, soon enough Drift would be dead once again and Deadlock would be watching every single Autobot burn, burn, burn.

finally finding your way.

Was this how it was supposed to turn out? Was this his destiny? How was choking on acid any better than rusting to death in Dead End while he fried his brains out.

Deadlock felt his arms lock up as his energy seeped away, acid corroding his lines and making him immobile. How was this fair? How was this just? How…how come there was no happy end for him?

Deadlock let his optics shutter close, refusing Hot Rod’s face to be the last thing he saw.

Instead, he drew up memories: the bright lights of a medslab in Rodion, with a gruff medic telling him to keep living, to keep going, that he was special .

He let his processor, in its delirium, take him back to familiar dreams and fantasies. Long ago, he had stopped co-opting Gasket’s dreams. In truth, they never fit him anyway. He never wanted to be alone. Safety, freedom and happiness meant nothing to him if he didn’t have anyone with him. In forming his own dream, it had been so easy, so simple, to put others around him.

Those faces changed all the time, but Ratchet’s was always there. Sometimes he even felt bold enough to put Ratchet beside him, standing together as equals. In his dreams, it was okay to reach across the distance. In his dreams, he never had to think this was impossible.

In his dreams, they were together, far away from Cybertron and the war and the pain and the suffering. Far away, in a spaceship not too dissimilar to the arc, charted for the unknown with no factions, no fighting, no war. Ratchet was always there, by his side, in the quiet way the medic always was in his off hours.

In his dreams, Ratchet still called him Drift and there was no bitter sting in hearing it. In his dreams, they just sat together.

And maybe, if he was lucky, they could talk.

#dratchet #drift #ratchet #cyberverse #transformers #macadam #my fics

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sillyromance · 8 months

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Hello!!!! I read the pred hcs you made for some transformers and I really loved them…I was wondering if you had more? I’d love to hear more about TFP Ratch or TFE Bee…but honestly I’ll take any character you’d like to elaborate on. Those were SO cute 🥺

Good day, dear anonymous!

I'm really happy you like my post - thank you very much for your kind words!!! Unfortunately, I don't have any more ideas about Ratchet and Bee for now... But as soon as I get some, I will definitely post them!

And at this time, here I have predcanons for other transformers from different universes. Hope you will enjoy!

P. S: I'm really sorry for my long silence - sometimes school takes too much of my time...

TFP

Wheeljack

Always confident and calm ninja seems to be quite easy-going at the first glance, but the more you watch him the better you see that in reality he prefers being all by himself, and it demands time to earn his respect and affection. So, like Ultra Magnus, he would be very picky about who he would let inside of his fueltank. However, as far as he warms up to someone, he gets unbelievably chilly about swallowing his beloved team pal down. Need a place to rest? Feel scared or upset? Lonely? Just get in. He doesn't see any point in long ceremonies; his movements are slow and gentle, however it doesn't take much time for Jacky to push you down his throat with a satisfied hum. At the same moment, the part of the process he would adore is tasting; unusual, exotic human flavours would make his processor just buzz in bliss! Sometimes he would take his time a little, carefully, methodically licking a person in his mouth from head to toe, rolling and tickling them with a tip of his tongue, optics closed and lips smiling joyfully. Only when there is no dry spot on the human's body, he would title his helm back and let them slide further into his core. Wheeljack would never be shy to speak to his friends after they got in his fueltank; often he is watched by puzzled eyes of comrades while he's running around his business and talking to someone they can't actually see or hear. But he doesn't pay much attention on their reaction anyways...

As an addition: Wheeljack finds vore a perfect chance to take Mico with him and Bulkhead on missions without Ultra Magnus noticing anything. And he always manages to set her free right at the time when no one is able to see it. So, Magnus is repeatedly driven mad by this small, innocent tricks, although he admits human child's help is quite useful from time to time.

TFE (Earthspark)

Starscream

This mech with difficult, sarcastic, but secretly soft character would be a shy and nervous kind. He would be quite concerned about his tiny friend's safety; when it comes to gulping them down, the 'con is too afraid that he can accidentally hurt them if something goes wrong. And he is sure it will go wrong because he is too used to failings... Moreover: it's really hard to win his trust because of everything he has been through. That way, it would be not a simple task to convince this ex-decepticon that vore is actually a good thing. However, if you manage to go over with all the obstacles, he will be the most careful and wholesome pred ever. And once he completely understands there is no danger - an obsessively willing one. He wants to keep his human companion as close as possible, warm and protected from everything and everyone (especially Megatron). He can get a little teasy in attempt to see how you blush and smile - recognition of his human's pleasure makes his spark sing of happiness; but usually he would just coo at you softly, give you a light kiss in the forehead and then his smooth lips would slowly, but demandingly pull you into his salivating mouth. As a person with PTSD he always needs to have absolute control over the situation, something unexpected (abrupt movements, screams, loud laugh, sudden rough squeezing of his insides) extremely freaks him out; so, you better let Starscream take the lead and stay still. After his darling reached their destination, he would try to move less, not wishing to cause any problems to them. He would curl up in a tight ball, hugging his middle with both arms and stroking it happily, and speak to them softly until he and his prey both fall asleep.

As an addition: sometimes he have panic attacks and feel deep enxiety, so some reassuring weight inside of him would be required.

TF RID

Drift

This autobot is a tough guy which is quite strict to others as well as to himself. So, you shouldn't expect him being a sweetheart. Although the alien samurai never forgets about humans' fragility, his tiny friends are barely treated softly most of the time because they are members of their team like others; they have responsibilities and have to work on their best without excuses or privileges. He doesn't accept extreme sensitivity in anyone; in order to that, he can often hurt his little partner's feelings. I think in this case, vore for him would be a way to apologize for being rude and to show that his friend can trust him; putting them deep inside of his body, close to his spark would mean that whatever offensive things he says sometimes, he is always there for his precious comrades. Of course, his is a QUITE protective pred; if Drift understands that his companion isn't able to defend themselves, he will simply grab little one in a second and shove them into his mouth - such straight forward actions committed without any explanation can be shocking for a prey, but, unfortunately, they should just live with it; he won't change anyways. If you're his close friend or a lover, then perhaps he will go slightly easier on you; at least, he will be definitely more gentle and caring every time he is bound to send you down his fueltank.

However good control Drift has over his emotions, he isn't able to deny that he likes the entire process. When there is an opportunity, he loves examining his sensations; presence of a small life hiding in his very core has a comforting and relaxing influence on him, especially because of his protective instincts. These are the points why he wouldn't hurry to set his human friend free (not like they would be unhappy about it though). The samurai wouldn't tell anyone about where his partner is once they got tucked into his "stomach" (even to the minicons) because in Drift's opinion it could be shameful for both included; that way, when he is around others you can imagine that he has forgotten about you at all. It's not true. And the fact that even during the hardest battles he will keep you fine inside no matter the cost perfectly proves it. But he would pay attention on you openly only in private, far away from the team. Then he would lay one servo on his waist, caressing it delicately, and finally ask softly if you are OK in there. Afterwards, perhaps there would be a long philosophical discussion till the evening, when he would let you out to look at a beautiful sunset from his shoulder.

#safe vore #soft vore #extreme cuddling #transformers vore #transvoremers #earthspark vore #tfp vore #tf rid vore #drift vore #starscream vore #wheeljack vore

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that-one-weeb-but-it-transformer · 2 years

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Autobots w/ a young

cybertroian Archivist

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Summary: your young, naive, and an archivist from Iacon, Orion Pax taught you everything you know he was your mentor after all

Reader: Cybertroian | Gender Netural

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Orion Pax, litterally your poster wall hero

You were young when the war started: and placed on Iacon's archivist team before war the really broke out

Young Iacon Archivist were then loaded with information, sensitive information on both sides

It was certain Orion took care of you, he taught you everything, and even before he was truly Optimus Prime he helped in sending you away

So imagine when they find an decepticon pod capped in ice and this archivist falls out

"Optimus. Is this who I believe it to be?"

"It's Y/n..."

"Alright! Y/n!" Miko cheered then stopped, "Uh who's Y/n?"

"Y/n was a young cybertroian archivist." Optimus spoke, "that I mentored personally."

So Ratchet spends his time trying to warm you up which you take to quickly.

God the conversations Ratchet could have with you. Finally someone could understand his talk

"So that means you got another prime then?" Jack asked, "or. Basically? Right?"

"Another Prime?" Bulkhead asked.

"We'll be unstoppable." Arcee smiled.

:easy pickins now!: Bee beeped.

"Im afraid that I must disappoint you all." Optimus started, "Y/n is not war-"

"No! Don't touch me! Don't touch me!"

Optimus was quick to rush at the sound of your shouting

Ratchets trying to calm you down but thats doing squat shit

"Y/n. You must calm down." Optimus coaxed.

Y/n was quick to look up at him. Needless to say Y/n was scared scrapless, falling off the medbay and scooting away.

"Y/n. You are just awaking from Statis-"

Still Y/n tried to stand to run, ending in the bot falling over.

Bulkhead picked you up with the help of Bumblebee but it ended in Bulkhead being headbutted, and you hurting yourself even more

"Ow..." y/n complained, that'd leave a massive helm ache later on.

"You archivist are certainly something else." Ratchet commented, kneeling down to get a better look at you as you sat on the floor, knees in as you rubbed your helm, he moving a servo away to get a look at you, "But your tempature is starting to-"

Ratchet had gotten too close, Y/n bitting into his servo as Y/n quickly got up to run away.

"Wow. Slippery one." Arcee commented.

"I will go after Y/n." Optimus spoke, "stay here."

So Optimus goes to find you: but due to your not made for war frame: you can squeeze in areas to hide.

But then he finds you tucked away, your not even armed, but your hoping you'll just blend in.

"Y/n..." Optimus spoke, "We are not going to hurt you. Please."

Y/n was silent as Optimus kneeled down and looked at the bot, "It is me. Orion Pax."

That got you out of hiding quickly yet worriedly

It took you a moment, but you realized it: this was the guy...Orion Pax.

So he manages to coax you to atleast follow him

You do but you hide behind him

Smokescreen tries to friend you almost immediately, and he ends up running circles around Optimus with you

You're just trying to hide from Smokescreen in full honesty and Smokescreens just tryin to introduce himself happily

Everyone else seems happy to see you and meet you but its too much at once

You just contuine to hide.

Especially from Miko

Wheeljack and Bulkhead scare you even if your intrested in the history and stories

And Arcee seems annoyed with you

Ultra Magnus. You were always terrified of him to begin with

Ratchets...alright and so is Bee

You really only trust Orion though

It maybe be a bit much to try and Coax you out from behind him

"O.Orion....what do I do?" Y/n questioned holding onto the back of his arm plating.

"Let Ratchet contuine to assest you for injury."

You let Ratchet look you over and apologize quietly for it.

Orion can't stray far from you before you start to panic

You tail him like a lost puppy at a constant

Not that he minds.

Reminds him when you two were back on Cybertron working together

You tell him anything thats up there in that noggin of yours but you'll only give it to him

Magnus finds you extremely disorganized and a complete wreck for a Archivist

And he makes it clear

Kinda just jealous of you and Optimus

He's really just jealous of Optimus

But we wont go into reasons why

Optimus has always been like a big brother for you, he teaches you all he can about earth

And he even takes you out for your first drive to find a vehicle mode

As much as he Loves you hanging around, he's gotta go and do missions while you help Ratchet

But...well...having the two younger bots hang around you isnt always...the best especially with Miko and Wheeljack joining you

Wheeljacks a little shit too you: doing anything to make you embarssed and unravel into a sputtering mess

You're the easiest to embarssing, and it dosent help that you're super curious about everything

Smokescreen and Miko. Not the best influences but they teach you the meaning of fun besides data pads and lectures which you enjoy quiet a bit

If its anyone Prime wants you hanging out with Ratchet or Bumblebee

Bumblebee becomes like a really close cousin as he's also super young and curious you guys explore together

Optimus often finds that you're quiet easily able to connect Cybertron to Nature on earth

And he will listen to all your findings

Its like your scouting report and its full of information on earth plants and things that they could use as fuel plentful things here on earth

Its real refreshing too from the same old decpeticon v autobot battles

"Well done Y/n." Optimus spoke, "I believe your reports should be shared with the team. Perhaps starting an archive."

"I'd be honored Orion!"

Oh to see your eyes light up so happily

It makes it much easier and infromation for the team, and you're able to decode things way faster than any of them.

Its impressive

You do tend to ramble as you go, but damn are you quick

"See The decipticons...."

And there you go, the autobots are in shock with your quick talking and typing, talking about parts of the war you werent even there for, jumping to Iacon then to Kayon and its making some of the helms spin.

"But anyway- Oh! Two coordinates! See! Easier than organizing records on file."

Its litterally become a past time on the autobots and thats how you manage to fit in

Arcee and Wheeljack will litterally bet on how fast you can decode

While Bulkhead and Miko always try and help you in beating your all time record.

"Best time yet!" Miko cheered.

"Alright Y/n!" Bulkhead praised.

It also turns out your the only one going to stand up to Ultra Magnus

#transformers #tfp #transformersprime #tfp headcanons #optimus headcannons #tfp optimus prime #bumblebee tfp #smokescreen #optimus x reader #ultra magnus tfp #tfp ratchet #tfp arcee #tfp bulkhead #tfp smokescreen #tfp wheeljack

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cybertron-after-dark · 2 months

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what is wayward sparks :0?

YOU'VE ACTIVATED MY TRAP CARD >:3

This is gonna end up being a long ass post about my very goofy iterations of my blorbos and the unbelievably fucked up version of Cybertron they inhabit, so to spare those of y'all that mostly follow me for the canon tf content, I'll just put all this under the cut

To summarize, wayward sparks is the non-existent tf cartoon I've been Envisioning for a few months that starts off goofy and low-stakes but gets progressively more and more fucked up as it goes. The absolutely BRAINLESS lookin bumblebee I keep posting is supposed to be from this AU, as well as the borderline catgirl skywarp, the really grumpy Optimus, and most of the other tfa-esque redesigns I draw.

The Story

Cybertron's been at war for millennia, everyone's sick and tired of it, especially the Decepticons. They're backed into a corner, being captured and killed left and right, and a loss is just around the corner if they don't do something drastic.

So Megatron does something very drastic indeed.

He steals the Allspark, in a heist that, frankly, should've gotten his entire high command killed (though, very suspiciously, they suffered no casualties and got out unscathed, save for Blitzwing, who clipped a wing), with the intent to ambush the Ark, and finally neutralize the greatest threat to his movement and his people: Optimus Prime. Unfortunately for everyone involved, the Allspark doesn't particularly like being used as a weapon and instead decides to put everyone in timeout on an isolated little backwater planet called earth until they can learn to get along and stop trying to kill each other.

Team Prime (Optimus, Ratchet, Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Wheeljack and Prowl) are all WOEFULLY unprepared to be stranded on an alien planet with only each other, Decepticon High Command (Megatron, Starscream, Soundwave, Shockwave, Blitzwing, and Lugnut), and the very strange, very small, and VERY trigger happy humans populating the tiny rural forest town they managed to crash near.

Meanwhile, back on Cybertron, the remaining Decepticons are trying their damnedest to keep hidden, and survive underground, and the Autobots try to figure out what to do while their leader is missing. While the Autobots are left floundering without Optimus, the other active Primes and their followers (Sentinel Prime, Rodimus Prime and Windblade Convoy (yes I know she's not a prime anywhere else but let her girlboss)) try to garner favor with the Senate by picking up the slack, and taking the Decepticon problem into their own hands.

The Autobots

Aka, Optimus Prime's merry band of dysfunctional freaks.

Optimus had to find out the hard way that being a Prime means a direct connection in his mind and spark to an eldritch, incomprehensible god that likes trolling. So now he has to hear Primus in his head at random saying shit that does not make sense. And now that he's in there it's kind of a no takesies backsies situation

While being a Prime is supposed to grant you a degree of divine power, that power is only made manifest through strong dedication to a bot and to a cause. That intense loyalty is also what allows you to handle the connection in the first place. Primes that become disillusioned with their masters have a track record of going completely mad. Unfortunately for Optimus, pretty soon into his career as a prime, the Senator he swore loyalty to disgraced himself hard enough to be sentenced to shadowplay and empurata. Senator Alpha Trion ended up taking him in so he could keep functioning as a prime. It'd be a shame to lose such a talented bot. And with the whole threat of lovecraftian madness looming over his head, he pours his whole spark into following his every order.

Bumblebee is not a Prime, nor is he even particularly religious (even though his boss has a god that's taken up residence in his head) but for reasons nobody can quite seem to decipher, Primus absolutely loves the little gremlin, which manifests as Bumblebee having impossibly good luck.

There's not a situation he can't fling himself into headfirst and wildly intoxicated that he can't come out of with barely a scratch. It's actually given him a pretty warped perception of the war and hardship in general. He really wants everyone to just stop worrying so damn much. Everything always works out in the end, right? So why does everyone gotta be so grouchy all the time? Especially Prowl.

Prowl cannot fucking stand Bumblebee.

This mostly stems from the fact that the little yellow bastard seems 100% intent on making him "happy" and refuses to leave him the fuck alone. Prowl is, to put it bluntly, really fucking depressed. Originally, his function was law enforcement, but he became quickly disillusioned with the job when he realized just how corrupt the Praxus police force really was. When he quit, he felt he lost his purpose, stuck living with nothing to make of himself. Joining the Autobots was supposed to fix him, but even though he's started to turn his life around, he can't say he feels much better. He spends most of his time holed up in his quarters, either maintaining the team's weaponry or just binging old datatrax on teletraan-1.

Oh, and ever since he got to Earth and found out about anime, he's gotten to be a bit of a weeb

Taking care of the team's medical affairs is Ratchet, and even if he wasn't a massive perfectionist he'd have his work cut out for him. His entire team is prone to making stupid, reckless decisions that end in somebody getting disassembled somehow. Their erratic, chaotic behavior makes his processor ache just thinking about it. Unfortunately Ratchet is pretty paranoid, and generally unable to think about anything other than how wrong everything can go all the time.

He typically tries to put forward a very straight laced, very orderly image of himself, but it's a bit difficult to keep up that demeanor when the overthinking spiral takes him. And nobody makes him spiral quite like Wheeljack.

Wheeljack is generally just here to blow shit up and do some Weird Science. Typically this results in Jackie himself getting blown apart with whatever he's trying to explode, but he had a blocker installed for most of his pain sensors ages ago, so he doesn't mind too much. Especially not when there's a top notch medic he loves to annoy that can put him back together when that happens.

And when the good doctor gets completely tired of his shit, he's got his good buddy and lab partner Bulkhead to help him out too.

Bulkhead is a sensitive type, and largely considered to be the voice of reason on the team. Unfortunately, he often has trouble making his voice heard to begin with. He tends to be pretty quiet and really bad at voicing his thoughts, especially when those thoughts are about something that stresses him out. Given he works with Wheeljack, it's a miracle he isn't nonverbal entirely.

He loves his friend, he really does, but it gets frustrating seeing him get blown apart so often Bulkhead worries for his safety because Wheeljack seems to be incapable of worrying about his own. It's pretty easy for him to get caught up in Ratchet's overthinking episodes with his own anxiety until someone snaps them both out of it

How all of them have managed to survive this long, let alone nearly win the war, is anyone's guess.

[Apparently I just hit the image limit so I'll do the cons in a reblog lmao]

#maccadam #transformers #wayward sparks #fan continuity #fan au #art tag #might post some of the pics on their own just because i worked pretty hard on them #and i think they came out nice

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robby-bobby-tommy · 10 months

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Hiii, here's a postcanon fanfic I've been working on for a few weeks. Before you read a few stuff: 1) I didn't know Ultra Magnus' hand was replaced in the movie,cuz my procrastination doesn't let me watch it; 2) implied Optiratch but it's up for interpretation;

Word count: 2398

I will always think of you.

It was quite late. The day wasn't anything special, yet Ratchet, who was now in the med bay on Cybertron, didn't feel normal. The longing, that lived in him since Cybertron's restoration, was crippling more and more. Doctor wanted the day to finally end, so he can go home and let himself miss the only spark he cared about so much. The thought of him, his smile, his voice.... It was painfully tearing his spark apart.

The knock on the door stopped medic's thoughts. Ratchet sighted placing his servo on his closed optics.

"Come in", Ratchet said loudly.

It was quite some time since Cybertron was revived. Life was slowly getting back to the planet. Ratchet loved his planet dearly. He was fighting all those years for it and was prepared to sacrifice almost everything for its restoration. But this time the price was too high. He would gladly sacrificed his own life and spark if it meant his survival. But it was impossible. Even if he could, Optimus would never let medic to put his life on the line. He would've said "My old friend, this is a generous offer, but there is an other way". Oh why couldn't he see this other way for himself?

Ratchet's thoughts flooded his head again, so he didn't recognize a bot, that was standing in doors.

"Hello, Doctor." The voice was familiar. Ratchet removed his servo from his optics only to see someone he hadn't seen in some time. They kept in touch with each other (as everyone in team Prime did), but the work didn't let them communicate as much as they all would desire.

"Ultra Magnus! I'm quite surprised to see you here. How are you? What's bothering you?"

"I'm okay, thank you. Nothing specific. Just thought a check up wouldn't hurt. Especially since Wheeljack and Bulkhead wouldn't let me work in peace till I visit med bay."

Despite the wrecker's words Ratchet could feel, it wasn't his friends' unending whining that became a reason for this unexpected visit. He couldn't explain what made him think that. Ultra Magnus, on his behalf, wanted to visit this doctor for a long time. No, there was nothing bothering him. Magnus was already used to his arm-replacement, that was made back on war. But UM didn't know how to visit his friend due to all of their works. He has grown to care about team prime, but he would never admit it out loud.

"Okay. Stay still." Ratchet got his scanner and started checking former second in command from head to toe.

"How's your life?"

"Fine. Since the war ended I've had to treat way more patients, but Knock Out is a great help, at least for now." Ratchet chuckled.

"So you're on good terms? I, honestly, wasn't sure you'd get along." Commander's voice was genuinely surprised.

"Well, he was mostly civil, if you don't count eternal flirting." Ratchet rolled his eyes, scanning UM's body, which was generally in good state. Few scratches here and there — nothing so terrible.

"Tell me about that. You know how Wheeljack's like."

"Ohoho, I'll never forget his 'Sunshine' line!"

As those words left his mouth, doctor saw his patient's damaged servo. Ratchet's face quickly became more gloomy, as he felt his internal shame building up. No matter how much doctor has told himself that he did his best, nothing could ever convice him he couldn't done better. Just like with Bumblebee, Ratchet felt how much he had let down Ultra Magnus. This new 'servo' never worked good. At first it barely even could hold energon cube. The sadness and worry in commander's optics, as he saw his comrades leave the base without him, haunted doctor.

"..You sure you don't want me to change this?"

Ultra Magnus quickly noticed his friend's emotional change. He himself wasn't happy with his new servo, but not because of the reasons, he deduced Ratchet thought of. This damage was an eternal reminder of his failure to protect Iacon's relic. It was his punishment. Yet commender has never blamed field medic for that. The only thing lieutenant felt was gratitude.

"If it'll ease your mind."

"Knock Out!" Ratchet yelled, turning his head to the door. "Bring me some spare servo!"

"Say the magic word and I'll consider it!" The response was heard from some where to the right, behind a wall. Since the war ended Knock Out was on probation. He wasn't fully trusted at first, but now he slowly became more and more reliable. His attitude didn't change, but now he was surprisingly nicer. Probably, an environment where he wasn't threatened every second made him softer.

"Please, your highness, do your job." Ratchet replied mockingly, not making his voice any quieter. This kind of bickering was so usual that both doctors didn't even bother on taking offence.

Though there were no verbal confirmation, both bots heard KO's steps towards storage room.

"Now, please, lie down here." Ratchet pointed at operating table.

Ultra Magnus chuckled at this interaction, completing doctor's order. This kind of operation didn't require stasis, so bots kept their little conversation. Magnus wasn't a fan of long operations, as they reminded him about some terrible situations during the war, where he saw someone else being torn to pieces or was this someone himself. Yet he trusted Ratchet with his life during the war, and there was nothing that could change it now. Ratchet himself was used to more drastic view and could've done this servo replacement quickly, if only his thoughts wasn't plagued by self-loath he felt. "You are a medic!" The Autobot doctor thought, as he took former second in command's servo in his own, slowly trying to detach it. "How could you let commander be left for so long with this abomination of a servo? How dare you let Bumblebee live so long, not being able to speak clearly and just giving him false hopes on one day repairing his voice box? Why couldn't you stop him from leaving all of us that day?"

"Doctor, is there something bothering you?" Ultra Magnus' voice made Ratchet snap out of this internal tirade. Only now medic noticed that he has done little to no progress on a detachment and has missed a few of his patient's questions.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just.. Thoughts."

"What are they about?" Ultra Magnus pressed a bit harder. He could feel with his spark that something was bothering Ratchet so much, it would simply not let him be if they don't discuss it.

"They're about him." The doctor finally confessed, without looking up at his friend. They both needed no clarification of who medic was talking about. And they both felt the pain of remembering someone so close to both of them. Ultra Magnus could feel Ratchet's servo squeezing prothesis tighter as his mood became worse. "I still think of him. Every nanocycle I can't get him out of my head. I still can't believe he is one with the AllSpark now." Doctor's voice cracked in the end of the sentence. He started to slightly shake as he kept pouring his spark out. "Why couldn't he find another way? Why couldn't I stop him? Was it all even worth it, if he won't be able to see Cybertron come back to life?" As he kept going, Ratchet's words became more and more desperate. Now he couldn't stop. All the pain he kept inside was now pouring out, poorly forming into words. Optics started filling up with liquid substance, and before the old bot knew it he started tearing up. This overload with undying love and overwhelming agony consumed Ratchet whole, as he fell into his own longing.

Unexpected yet very warm weight on the shoulder brought doctor back from his delusions. Autobot medic didn't notice how his patient's servo escaped his own and now was sweetly holding him. Ratchet raised his optics at Ultra Magnus. Despite commander not saying anything yet, doctor suddenly understood so much. It almost felt like words were unnecessary. Lieutenant showed everything he desired to say, before actually doing it.

"Doctor," He started, his voice slightly quivered as he did. "He was like.. He was my brother. I loved him so much I was prepared to die for him. He loved me so much he wanted to show me how to live with family. Without you this family wouldn't exist. You showed him something he kept giving the others. Unconditional love and support you provided helped him go through uncountable amount of failures. You did your best..." This moment now fully opened Ultra Magnus. The centuries of war and loneliness were something commander lived with, which made him more distant. Yet he put it all aside for the one he cared about. "You supported him and his cause. Freedom. This was his choice to give us a freedom he never had. I know Optimus good enough to understand how much he desired to see Cybertron, no.. You.. Us obtain the peaceful life. And he'd never let himself stand in the way of this dream. There was no way we could've stop him. So maybe, the best we could do was to give him the best life we could in the surrounding circumstances. You've done this and even more. I could've never ask for a better family you gave for my brother. Thank you."

They both felt something changing. They felt the (metaphorical) weight on their shoulders being shared, thus somehow being lighter. Pain became bittersweet since now it finally made sense. Doctor and his patient could never know what Optimus prime wanted, yet this new founded certainty eased his friends' pain.

"Don't forget your own part. Bet you were the best brother Primus could ever gift Optimus." Ratchet said, slightly smiling.

Suddenly the door opened, and Knock Out entered the room. He didn't try to pretend he didn't hear other bots' dialogue. Quite contrary. The former decepticon had a badly disguised sad face, as he made his way through the med bay, holding a spare servo from storage room. Knock Out's optics were as red as always yet they weren't sadistic or angry like when he was a Decepticon. They expressed this kind of sympathy you can get only from someone who suffered something very similar to you. Red bot gave the spare limb to Ratchet, and placed his own servo on ambulance's shoulder, staying for a few seconds like this. This touch said more than any words could. But this unexpected moment of relatability and closebess ended as suddenly as it happened, and Knock Out made his way out of the med bay. The other two bots' optic followed the doctor on probation, full of surprise.

"Seems like he also lost someone dear to him." Ratchet said, still looking at the closed door.

"We all did."

"Okay, now let me finally change your servo or else we're not gonna leave this place till the next megacycle."

The newfound understanding eased doctor's mind and he did his work really quick. Yet this tenderness was plagued by the akwardness of the situation. A grumpy old doctor and a stoic by the book lieutenant, that both spent a great amount of their lifes on the fields of gruesome war, weren't used to expressing their deepest feelings or reassuring someone. So now they sat there in a complete silence, that sometimes was broken with a weak attempt at a small talk.

After the work was done, Ratchet asked "Now, who does your new servo work?"

Ultra Magnus started moving his fingers. This limb worked way better than the claw one; it definitely wasn't freezing as much for sure. The lieutenant couldn't hide his satisfactory smile.

"Thank you."

"It's nothing." Ratchet replied, returning the smile.

"Before I go, can I ask you and your assistant something?"

"Of course. Know Out, get your pistons back here."

"I'm busy, sweet cheeks. My finish's not gonna buff itself." KO's nonchalant demeanor was back to him and as strong as ever.

"For one nanoclick. And then you can buff anything you want." Ratchet rolled his optics.

Once everyone was in the med bay and done with bickering, Ultra Magnus started.

"Today we all learned something new about each other: directly or indirectly." Magnus made an accent at the last word and stared at KO for a few seconds. The former decepticon looked away for a second, as if expecting some kind of scolding or a punishment (working for Megatron didn't let him learn any different relationship with an authority), but lieutenant just continued. "I have a proposal. Let everything that happened or was said here stay in this med bay. I don't feel like sharing such sentiments with anyone."

"On it. If team prime finds out about it we'll never get out of Bulkhead hugs."

Both bots looked at the last one standing in this room since he hasn't said anything. KO looked back at them, testing their patience, and, after cheely smirking, said "Moi? Je n'ai aucune idée de quoi vous parlez."

"Thank you..?" Unsure of what was said, Magnus decided to be polite. The small confusion and timidity in younger doctor's posture didn't escape old medic's optics.

"Wasn't expecting such respect?" Ratchet decided to mock KO a bit, yet his question didn't lack a genuine curiosity.

"Well, when you've worked with people who didn't appreciate scrap you did, it's quite unusual to get such sweet treatment."

"I couldn't imagine working under Megatron or Starscream." The truck bot grimaced in disgust.

"Sometimes Starscream wasn't such a prick. Rarely." Knock Out scoffed. After a few seconds of hesitation, he dared to ask. "Is Maccadam's Old Oil House still around? If yes, want to drink some wisco together? Maybe even can get the whole Team Prime to join."

"I'll see if I have any weekends off. Wreckers are helping with rebuilding Iacon. I can't let myself rest while they work."

"I wouldn't recommend putting too much pressure on your new servo." Ambulance bot mentioned as if by chance. "And I'm sure Bulkhead and Wheeljack will appreciate this generous offer."

Magnus couldn't argue with that.

"So, what about tomorrow?" Red bot asked.

The other two agreed. Finally everyone went home, sending their friends invitations.

Out of nothing, this day became special.

"Tragedies really do bring bots close, don't they?" Ratchet thought. "Optimus, thank you for this family we've made."

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With Cybertron in the brinks of nearly extinguished after the Great War, the remaining Cybertronians that survive try to rebuild the once prolific planet. Despite many great efforts, the politics and law enforcement especially the new Senate dreamlike that to bring Cybertron to a new era there has to be change. New laws. New ideas. A New Generation.

Thus… The Mating Protocol happened where it’s technically assigned arrange marriages given by the law.

Optimus is genuinely distraught as they are back where they started. Mechs and Femmes, anyone who reside on the planet, are to be blinded by a partner they either NEVER met or have any clue that if they can ever love them OR it’s with a former enemy rather than a friend.

Ratchet finds himself comforting a lot of friends and foes as they get their assigned partners, sighing heavily as he glanced down at his papers as he gets Deadlock. Looking sadly at his now former fiancée, Wheeljack, the pair separated sadly. So Ratchet was ready yet Deadlock wasn’t who he was when he first met him. No, Deadlock-… Drift was… quite… special in his optics. Or was he always just like that? Could Ratchet fall in love again?

While Jazz is trying to figure where his relationship with Prowl could stand now. They were… a good and productive duo during the war, Jazz grew to admire Prowl and… he grew to love him. However, Prowl was cold and rarely expressed his feelings Jazz slowly figured that everything was out duty in Prowl’s optics when they got assigned. Well, better make the best of it. Unaware, Prowl was overjoyed on being his mate as his love for Jazz drove him mad, that Prowl was extremely devoted and he would move the moon and back for his beloved. He just needs a little help to show it. Though, Prowl and Jazz would soon realize that their happiness could be robbed by the Senate that blinded them together. So Jazz asks, how far Prowl would go for them, if they stand as one and united, and if they could win a happy ending. Yes, Prowl would do anything for them.

Mirage absolutely DESPISE this new law, how could this even happen!? He was already raised in a higher society where he had to endure bots controlling his life including his potential suitors. NOW THIS?! Where is that damn freedom? The power to make his own decisions? The power to find his own beloved mate!? How could this even happen? Whatever happens now, he is NOT going to make this easy for his new “mate”. Unaware that Hound finds his reluctance rather… adorable. Much to Mirage’s dismay. Mirage isn’t going slouch at this mess no matter how cute Hound is.

Rodimus is stunned… he got Ultra Magnus. Ultra Magnus, one of the most fiercest warriors that fought by Optimus side and one of the most by the book mech there is. Primus, how did this even happen? They were so different and seemingly incompatible. Rodimus is convinced there is NO WAY a potential romance could bloom in this affair. But Ultra Magnus is determined to win his mate’s spark and prove to the mech of his greatest devotion and desire that “Yes,” they ARE suited for each other.

Bumblebee is trying hard not to cringe. He had Blitzwing. If Rodimus thought he was incompatible with his mate, Bumblebee thinks otherwise. The mech before him, they try murdering each other and fought each other on numerous occasions during the war. This was a disaster… so why is it that Blitzwing was acting kind… was it all pity? Was it a way to mock Bee? Whatever it is, Bee was determined to not lose himself to whatever plan his new ‘mate’ was planning. Unaware, Blitzwing’s plan was merely… to win his spark.

Greenlight isn’t in a good mindset… Lancer was presumed dead and the law was forcing herself to endure the life with a mate that she is getting thrown into. Arcee. Someone she dearly admired and adored but as a friend and colleague and fighter in the war. The arrangement was first awkward but slowly, Greenlight realized Arcee devotion to her and quite frankly their mating was a success with the birth of Gauge. Life was perfect… until a half dead Lancer comes back.

Knockout is pleased that he had Breakdown. The easily flustered Stunticon that flattered Knockout as he realized how devoted his new mate is to him. His spark was Breakdown’s and only Breakdown’s and vice versa… yet, they were happy their bond is at risk as the Senate’s demanding of sparklings. Questions are asked and the mates hear whispers that whether Con’s should be allowed even be together. Knockout is ready to fight. The Senate. The Law. The entirety of this planet all for one mech. His beloved Breakdown.

Then there Blaster, who wound up with the coldest con there is. Soundwave. They are so similar yet so different. The pair had their unflattering moments and Blaster is rather annoyed with this situation and his mate’s coldness, having to bite his glossa a few times until finally… he can’t. He demands Soundwave declare his hatred for him, that he KNOWS the quiet mech must despise him for being thrown into his arms all of the sudden due to this new law. Despite it hurts that his mate might hate him, Blaster needed that acknowledgment. Only for Soundwave to laugh. Not a quiet chuckle or a mere smirk, but a hard laugh as he threw his helm back and laughed. He then pins Blaster to the wall and mutters his the red mech drove him mad with desire and he does hate him… for making him fall in love. Much to Blaster’s bewilderment.

Worst out if this was possibly is for Windblade and Starscream as they get tied together in this mess. The Cityspeaker and the Second in Command of the Cons with a lot of demons within. Though, as the Chosen Ones, they play a picture perfect couple on the outside as they smile and wave and host parties for senators before calling it a night. Both are infuriating each other to the point that they either are yelling at each other about the corruptions of this new Senate to aggressively making out and proceed to help… repopulate the planet with a new generation. Though, as time past, the pair realize their places and find themselves turning to each other for comfort with the pains they hold within.

Inferno wasn’t planning to ever find a mate… despite he dreamt of finding love and though it would be nice, he accepted with the line of his work and how dangerous it could get… he doesn’t want his mate to ever worry for him. So when he was thrown to Red Alert as his mate, Inferno is shocked. Don’t get him wrong, he’s fond of Red Alert, they worked well during the war but to also be dismissed from his position to work things out with the mate (honourably too) Inferno fallen into an internalize conflict. He smiles and acknowledged Red Alert as a mate but Red Alert knows him far too well that Inferno gives him credit for. Inferno was enduring this… but Red Alert isn’t going to let it last for long. He was going to fight for Inferno’s happiness as well their own as Inferno starts to realize, maybe love isn’t something too much to ask for after all

Of course, Optimus is determine to figure it all out but it’s hard when considering… he is bind to Megatron himself. It’s horrible. But he knows, the reason their binding is to show Cybertron that the war has past and that he and Megatron united as one. Til All Are One. However, the burning tension of unsaid words before it all broke out… before the war, how Optimus can’t avoid Megatron’s angry glares. How Megatron can’t avoid Optimus’ knowing glances. How neither of them can avoid that burning desire within their mating protocols and their sparks desires… not for long anyway.

(Couples that are also bind together so far would be:

Tailgate x Cyclonus

Perceptor x Brainstorm (maybe)

Jumpstream x Dust Up

Swerve x Misfire

Velocity x Firestar

Náutica x Road Rage

Silverbolt x Slingshot

Lightspeed x Afterburner

Sandstorm x Octane

Blurr x Swindle

Possibly more but I’ll get to that later… maybe… eventually… I think?)

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