#ricochet au

[letsgofoletsgo]

So because half of my Pacific Rim special interest involves making aus, new au time!

I call this one the Ricochet AU. It's split into two parts, the prequel/prologue that I call Alter Eon, which is based on @/eeriedragone’s original au, and the aftermath. This au is a runoff/addendum to my Crestfallen Au, which is my canon-compliant au of Uprising. (I’ll add a link to Alter Eon when it's published) I'll give the summary for the aftermath below, though be aware it contains slight spoilers for Alter Eon.

In Pacific Rim: The Black, there is a Kaiju-human hybrid who simply goes by “Kaiju b0y”. I’ve decided to take my own spin on that concept. Some time after Alter Eon, Newton detected the presence of a kaiju along the southern coast of Japan, but it felt off as it seemed to be stationary. The PPDC investigate, and to their surprise, they find what appears to be an unconscious human boy. However, they quickly learn his DNA is far from human. He’s taken back to the Shatterdome where he is tested, and is given the nickname “George”. Scientists found he had DNA traits that matched both humans and Kaiju, though unlike Kaiju DNA, it was not cloned. The boy awakens sometime later, and when it's determined he is not a threat, he is questioned. George only has vague memory of originating from the Antverse, along with general human knowledge the Precursors “programmed” into him. He also has the ability to shift into a Kaiju form, which he willingly demonstrates in a test chamber. Shortly after, he is introduced to Newton, uniting the only known Kaiju-Human hybrids. They talk, and Newton, who has recently learned how to shift between forms, explains himself and his history. He notes that while they are both part Kaiju, they do not possess the “hive-mind”. Newton hypothesizes that if they drift, they should be able to recreate it, as he connected to the hive-mind when he drifted with a Kaiju. Additionally, they may be able to search into George’s psyche, and discover the truth of his origins. After developing a modified neural bridge, the two drift successfully. It is revealed George was created as a prototype of some kind, but they are not able to find out what for. Something went wrong in the process of George’s creation, and was discarded, explaining why he is not under the Precursor’s control. Afterwards, a neural link is established between the two. From there, the hybrids along with K-science work towards finding a breach to the Antverse in hopes of defeating the Precursors once and for all; before they regain control over Newton and George.

Like Kaiju b0y, George is able to control his human and Kaiju form with ease, and is skilled in terms of physical altercation. However, he doesn't immediately know everything about the human world, which Newton teaches him. Over time, he becomes something of a mentor figure to George as they work together. George’s Kaiju form is known as Ricochet (hence the au's name), and Newton’s is Kynmatik (mostly just because I wanted to give him his own Kaiju name hskgbakhg).

Also, I made a little picrew to give an idea on what George looks like.

Additionally, he's able to make certain parts of his body glow blue from his blood, such as his eyes

#pacific rim #pacific rim au #ricochet au #also there's this cult called Sisters of the Kaiju in The Black #and it seems like they wanted kaiju b0y in their own hands as a 'messiah' #so maybe I'll explore that as well #I'm still fleshing it out #either way I'm lowkey pretty excited and proud of this hajksg #under a rose tinted microscope

[best-teen-polycule]

what if nobody wants to join my punk rock band (but what if my friends love me more than i hate me)

#sans-doodler au where scary manages to recruit three other freaks into butthole ricochet #zyrnarts #dungeons and daddies #dndads #dungeons and daddies season 2 #dndads s2 #scary marlowe #normal oak #taylor swift (not that one) #lincoln li wilson #dndads scary marlowe #dndads normal oak #dndads taylor swift #dndads lincoln li wilson #dungeons and daddies fanart

[kindlingkeen]

Jason sees the batarang coming & manoeuvres the situation to his advantage. (Does he change positions so it kills the joker? Something else? Who knows!)

he’s been trained by Batman himself, I don’t think it’s outside the realm of possibility he’d be able to read Batman well enough to see the hit coming (although iirc it did bounce off a pipe. So. Maybe that’s harder to predict)

Does he change positions so it kills the joker? 👀 Yeeesssss

#keen converses #oh man that’s DELICIOUS #also yes you are correct it did ricochet off a pipe #i still think that’s within jay’s skillset though #i actually think it’s possible he saw the batarang coming and let it hit #jason todd #red hood #bruce wayne #batman #the joker #under the hood #my fics #asymmetrical warfare #utrh au

[maxicaiman]

Predecessors AU designs !!!

they're old and they kiss

#maxicaiman #transformers #transformers au #predecessors au #transformers predecessors au #transformers ricochet #transformers megatron #tf au

[nerdfins]

@magicalmousey and I chat about OCs on Discord, and this happened:

Ricochet gets embarrassed over compliments on her looks, which she has low self-esteem about. Knockout and Breakdown think it's cute when she gets flustered.

#my tiny sketchbook is my friend #transformers #ricochet #transformers oc #transformers au #transformers epica #knockout #knock out #my art #sketches #tfp knockout

[004thebrave]

We gather here, we line up  Weepin' in a sunlit room, and  If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too  – my tears ricochet by Taylor Swift

Matt Smith as Daemon Targaryen

Jenna Coleman as lady Clara Oswald

#daemon targaryen #clara oswald #matt smith #jenna coleman #doctor who #house of the dragon #house of the dragon au #eleven & clara #clara x eleven #matt x jenna #jenna x matt #doctor who au #daemon targeryen x reader #house of the dragon crossover #taylor swift #my tears ricochet #whouffle #johanna constantine

[stardust948]

Me, scrolling through the MLP Infection AU tags: This isn't too bad. Guess I finally outgrew my fear of MLP horror.

Also me at night: Oh no.

#i should probably stop #but i won't #dodged the bullet in 2010s #only for it ricochet and headshot me in 2020s #mlp fim #mlp infection au

[mitsuki91]

Crack!AU where Coryo while at college found one old record and he plays it and it was an old forgotten song "My tears ricochet" by Taylor Swift and he spent at least one whole month closed behind his bedroom's door sulking and listening to it endlessly.

#Tigris was so worried but Coryo didn't talk to her #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow meme #my tears ricochet #taylor swift #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #crack!AU #tbosas meme

[bluebutlikenotalways]

This comic is based off that one episode, but instead of it being British it’s gay.

She’s in pencil, because designing a new costume takes a lot of mistakes

I got really tired near the end, so it does not make sense DX

The fly was absolutely my favorite to draw

#mucha lucha #mucha lucha the flea #mucha lucha buena girl #mucha lucha ricochet #primadonna hodges #wait #shut up #I can come up with a ship name #uhhh #primabuena #QMENFKDNDNFJFJF #I promised a Copperight au #but then I realized it was really bad #and I had already almost finished this one… #there needs to be more lesbians

[seraphim-seeker]

New AU

OH! OH! OOOOOOHHH!!! NEW AU!! NEW AU!!!

So we all know in SG Jazz and Ricochet (and in general) are two different Bots. But Wyrm’s AU where Megatronus Loses his memory inside of Optimus got me Curious…..what if I did that but with Jazz? Like in the middle of battle dude gets knocked tf out so hard it reset him to Ricochet and the only person who knows what’s wrong is Blaster, Bro just goes “Oh dang, Rico’s Back” and everyone else just responds with “Rico? Who the pits is Rico?!”

And Ricochet is like “Where am I? Who tf are y’all?”

#maccadams #transformers au #transformers jazz #transformers ricochet #Jazz is Ricochet #I blame that TFA SG art I saw of Ricochet for this #Will I make this TFA? Maybe? Could be fun #Could just make it with TFA Elements #humanoidformers

[auduux]

Chapter one preview! Please leave comments if you like it!

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“Smokescreen?” Inferno asked, entering the break room.

“Yeah?” The smaller man asked, sitting on the floor playing monopoly with Ultra Magnus, Tarn, and Mudflap. It was a common sight, though Mudflap being without Skids wasn’t. He didn’t question it though, accepting the brief peace.

“You mentioned another space station near here a while ago, but I thought we were supposed to be isolated?” He asked, sitting down beside them, on the opposite side of Tarn. He still stayed a distance from the Decepticon in case he decided he wanted to blow his head off.

“We are, for the most part. They’re not close close but Astrotrain could take us there in only two light years.” Smokescreen shrugged, watching as Mudflap lunged at Tarn after the Decepticon got his hands on one of their railroads. It didn’t do much, given they were about nine times smaller, but they still flailed and cursed when they grabbed him by the waist and shook him a few times before putting him back down. The shaking worked in shutting him up, but it also made him wonky, spinning around the room without any footing.

“Are they affiliated with this station?” Inferno questioned, still unfamiliar with how the stations worked, how many there were, and which ones were ‘affiliated’ with the station. In common writing, which ones shared a first name.

“They are! That’s where our medic and mechanic are! They come here sometimes, but not often. It’s called Alytra 2/B Alpha, their AI is a Decepticon named Sevens Apollo. You can guess where his name came from.”  Smokescreen answered, always excited to share common knowledge with him. They seemed extra giddy to talk about the station in particular, but Inferno didn’t question it.

“Our Medic is Knock Out, He’s a Decepticon, pretty keen in disassembly. He works with Charlie sometimes, she’s over there too, she’s our mechanic actually. She always comes with Ricochet in case he decides to punch another hole in Red Alert…hopefully not again.” Smokescreen continued, rambling as he usually did. He was used to Smokescreens info vomiting by now, he found it cute. It was an interesting quirk, just like how he talks a mile a minute when he’s nervous and sings when he’s working or bored. He had picked up on cleaning as a pastime when they weren’t fighting someone or calming Red Alert after they start panicking randomly. He’d gotten good at it; Inferno never saw Red Alert dirty anymore.

“Who’s Ricochet?” Inferno asked, noticing the gleam in his eyes as he talked about the person in particular. He was interested in hearing what it meant, and how close they were for Smokescreen to talk about them with such a fond look.

“He was a Decepticon but switched over before the war ended. He has a short temper but he’s nice once you get past it. He’ll look at you like he wants to smash your head in too but it’s just his resting face, he wouldn’t do that. To you, at least. He does it a lot to the people he fights. Gruesome thing to watch. Anyway, Red Alert is terrified of him, so he won’t do anything while he’s here, but he’ll probably alert you each time he senses something, so watch out for that. You haven’t felt it yet, but he can enter your mind, pretty much, read your thoughts, memories, see from your eyes. It feels weird. He’ll be able to talk to you like that one on one, through your mind, so you won’t miss it. If you have a sleep schedule, I would throw it out the window. It’s getting ruined. Utterly. But he’ll let you in wherever you want without a fight at least.” Smokescreen rambled, disregarding the game of Monopoly entirely and ignoring Tarn and Mudflap as they continued to argue over which railroads were whose. Magnus had moved further away, preferring to be isolated from conversations he wasn’t a part of.

“And how much sleep do you think I’ll get with Red in my head?” Inferno asked in a sigh, mentally preparing already. Ricochet he assumed was admiration. What there was to admire, however, he wasn’t sure. From the description he was given the ‘bot didn’t seem like someone he would want to hang around.

“I got about four, five hours when he was in my head, but I’m a light sleeper. It might be different with you. He hasn’t known you as long, just don’t spook him.” The Autobot said, an apologetic smile on his face. Red Alert was aware Smokescreen couldn’t do what he was doing before, which would make him lose his job if anyone figured out actually, and would go to Inferno instead. They were over paranoid but not stupid. Inferno sighed in response, standing. He decided that was as much info he could take for the day. He would probably ask Smokescreen again later.

“That’s enough for today, I’ll be in the control room if you need me. If I can get in.” Inferno chuckled, the last part supposed to be funny, though he was sure Red Alert wouldn’t take it too well. He never did, but really could he blame him?

#no i have not reached my peak of dumbassery #new to this #red alert x inferno #writing #not written that well #fanfic #archive of our own #transformers smokescreen #smokescreen x ricochet #red alert #inferno #transformers #please leave comments #please reblog #ai red alert au #autobots #autobots are humans au

[kariachi]

Quick Argit 10 fic. Rook gets an illusion as old as sapience shattered.

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“I admit, I used to be quite put out you never took the form of a Revonnahgander, despite supposedly being able to become any sapient species.”

Argit rolled his eyes. The only things more annoying than stubborn fans was apparently naïve, backworld, stubborn fans apparently.

“First off, do you know how many fucking sapient species there are in this galaxy alone? Every pouch couldn’t fit them all, it’s ridiculous. Second, what utility would I get out of becoming a Revonnahgander?” Blonko blinked, swallowing his food before answering.

“We are a very agile species, flexible, natural climbers, adaptable to many harsh environments-”

“Pretty much never seen off your homeworld,” Kevin cut in around a mouthful of food. He swallowed and continued. “Sorry to tell ya, you lot are in the same group as humans, Ickthyperambuloids, and a damn good chunk of the rest of the galaxy. Just not anything overly special.”

“I don’t know what the shows tell you about me,” Argit said, refilling his bowl, “I don’t vet them beyond the early shit-”

“Variable, most of them greatly exaggerate your good traits.”

“This, from my own man.” Kevin flashed him a teasing grin. Fucker was lucky he loved him so much. “Anyway, I’m not running around changing shape for the fun of it. Pretty fond of the way I am.”

“You need to gain weight.”

“Besides that. I use the Omnitrix for utility purposes- work, heroing, shit like that. You lot aren’t common enough off your homeworld to use as a disguise, and you don’t bring anything to the table by way of utility that another species doesn’t do better.” Blonko’s jaw tightened, like he was trying not to take offense at what was the simple and unaltered truth. With an amused noise, Kevin reached across the table to pat his shoulder, which confused him enough to break him out of whatever line of aggravated thought he was going down.

“It’s okay, my species is in the same boat. I’ve only ever seen him become a human when we’re on Earth, and even that’s only because the place hasn’t officially made first contact yet.”

“The suffering I do for you.”

“Love you too, Hedgehog.”

“That, makes sense,” Blonko allowed, nodding his head like it might make the concept easier to swallow. It sat a little sour in Argit’s stomach, breaking that ‘Revonnahganders Are Special’ illusion, but it was destined to happen at some point. Most everyone went through it, realizing that they weren’t the most specialest of all. There were very, very few species that brought something truly unique to the table, and a large percentage had nothing more to brag about than any other species that reached sapience. Even Erinaens only had their quills and magic to set them apart, and that just put them in categories with hosts of other species who were venomous or highly magical. “I think I will refrain from telling my young brother though.”

“Yeah, let him dream.”

#fanfic #i don't have *much* in the way of argit 10 ricocheting around my head #but it's the only thing ricocheting around my head #yes this is an arvin au fight me

[melody-chan333]

Prologue For years, two types of BRAWLERS ruled over the BRAWL STARS UNIVERSE: ORGANIC LIFEFORMS and ROBOTS. Ricochet, Rico, and 5 other ROBOTS found the reason why they're called BRAWLERS. They're born to fight, regardless if they win or lose. Many years later... Mystic Mountain, 2019. Whatever happens to the BRAWLERS does not matter.

#undertale au #brawl stars #brawl stars rico #brawl stars ricochet #fanfiction #alternate universe #alternate timeline #crossover au

[nerdfins]

Pre-Sparkeater Ricochet doing what lots of Starscream's fans want to do. (Besides throw him in a blender. Which she also wants to do at times.)

#Self-indulgence ahoy! #transformers #starscream #tfp starscream #transformers oc #ricochet #this could go for any of my AUs honestly #transformers epica #transformers bondings

[anon-e-miss]

Vault - Homecoming

“What did you find?” Cheetor asked as Jazz and Ricochet carried the small CR chamber to the ship. It did not surprise Jazz that the rookie Op was waiting outside rather than on the ship. He would not have wanted to be slowed down by the door if Jazz had sent an S.O.S.

“Prowl’s bitty,” Jazz explained. “At least I think he is... The eight-legged freak had’m on ice. Looked like he was tryin’ to build a mech-sized protoform.”

“It could have made the bitlet gutter if he’d tried transplanting his spark,” Barricade groused.

“Freak’s fussy streak did us all a favour no doubt,” Jazz agreed.

“Did you find Tarantulas?” Cheetor asked.

“No, wit the drones he had goin’, ‘m sure he was long gone,” Jazz replied.

“Prowl’s in danger!” Cheetor exclaimed, jerking with horror.

“Easy, mechlin’,” Jazz said. “Prowl’s safe. No chance o’ that madmech gettin’ passed Ori.”

As much as it troubled Jazz to do so, he left the CR chamber in Ricochet and Barricade’s care in the hold and he took back up the pilot’s seat with Cheetor as his co-pilot. The rookie would be too jumpy to fly alongside Ricochet and Jazz thought Ricochet would be too jumpy to leave his lover to Jazz’s mercies. Barricade looked a worn out. Though Jazz would fly as smoothly as he could, low altitude flying through canyons was never exactly comfortable. If he was feeling nauseous already, odds were the flight was going to be unpleasant for him. Hopefully, he would recharge through it, but if not, a bit of clean up was no big deal. He was not going to raze his twin’s lover. Jazz knew exactly how well that would go over with Ricochet and exactly how well Ori would react when he found out. Despite his reputaiton, Jazz was not actually reckless or insane.

“Just like before,” Jazz said as he latched his harness. “Low and silent.”

“If your origin couldn’t handle Tarantulas, would he break comm silence?” Cheetor asked, visible disturbed.

“If he thought he was comin’ our way,” Jazz said. “If he thought he had no choice. Hound ‘n Mirage are on call. Prowl’s safe. Trust me, Cheetor.”

“It’s just...” Cheetor said, “I don’t want to let him down again.”

“Ya didn’t,” Jazz assured him. “Not when ya was a mechlin’ ‘n not when ya went after ‘em straight outta basic. I let’m down, Cheetor. He tried to get me to help, back when he first enlisted. He didn’t tell me about the bitlet but he tried to get me to go after Tarantulas. I thought it was a lover’s quarrel, like everyone else ‘n I snubbed ‘m. I let’m down. He saved my bitlets anyways ‘cause he didn’t hold my sin against ‘em. He’s a good mech. I ain’t half as good.”

“You’re pretty good,” Cheetor replied. “You only got the Twins back the same raid they found Prowl. Trusting a Con... after what Dealer... Doubledealer did, I don’t blame you for putting the Twins first.”

“Thanks, Cheetor,” Jazz said.

That was right. The same base Tarantulas had abandoned Prowl at had been the one where Doubledealer had stashed the Twins as he had tried to blackmail Jazz into doing his and Megatron’s bidding. He had not, but he had played like he had, faking Mirage’s murder as an example, rather than murdering his friend. Doubledealer had been careful to keep Jazz on targets far away from him and the Twins, he had not been able to stop Ori as Counterpunch from infiltrating the base. Though Mirage was invisible and Hound created holograms, Ori was absolutely silent unless he wanted to be heard and Doubledealer had not heard him coming up behind him and Ori’s knife had been in his back before he had said his piece. Jazz had hardly paid any attention to the scandal of Prowl’s recovery and enlistment as it had happened, he had been too wrapped up in his traumatized creations. By the time Prowl had approached him, Chromedome had filled Jazz’s audial horns with poison and he had let that prejudice him to the Praxian. As an Op, he was supposed to be better than that.

“Incoming comm from Iacon,” Cheetor said as they crossed into Autobot airspace. Jazz nodded his helm and Cheetor engaged the comm.

“This is Hound calling Lifeflight. Come in Lifeflight.”

“This is Lifeflight,” Jazz replied. “We’re comin’ in wit precious cargo. What’s the status?”

“The the threat was eliminated,” Hound said. “Punch is thorough.”

“Good to hear,” Jazz said. “Tell Ratchet to be ready. I really don’t know what to make o’ what we got.”

“Should I alert Prowl?” Hound asked.

“No,” Jazz said. “If the news is bad, I want Ratchet ‘n Prime there to help’m when he hears it.”

“Understood.”

Ratchet and Prime were both waiting on the tarmac when Jazz landed the small craft without the slightest bump. Ironhide, of course, was also there but he was Optimus Prime’s shadow. Despite his sense of urgency to get the bitlet into Ratchet’s servos, there were protocols he had to follow. Before they offloaded, the landing checklist had to be completed. Some corners in life could be cut, this was not one of them. As soon as the ship was powered down, Jazz went into the hold. He found Barricade looking that much greener as he rested his helm on Ricochet’s shoulder. There was no stink of purged energon, not that Jazz would have blamed him. When his brother’s lover, and Prowl’s brother brightened his optics it was not relief Jazz saw.

“Cheetor ‘n me’ll take the bitty to Ratchet ‘n then I’ll give Prime the low down on ya both,” Jazz declared. “Just sit tight.”

Ricochet would kill without hesitation or regret if anyone tried to storm the ship. Jazz did not consider himself at all over cautious but his twin was less so; Ricochet’s temper was considerably more hair trigger and a threat against his lover and unemerged creation would be tolerated. Cheetor took the front of the CR chamber and Jazz the bottom as Ricochet lowered the ramp for them. There was an audible and vicious curse from Ratchet as they appeared. He thought they were carrying a coffin. It was not until they had cleared the ramp and turned towards the three waiting mechs that Ratchet recognized their load as a CR chamber.

“Leakin’ lubricants,” Ironhide cursed.

“Tell me you didn’t power it down,” Ratchet said, jogging up.

“I hooked it too a power pack to make sure it lasted,” Jazz replied. “Didn’t think it was smart to take’m outta the chamber.”

“No, that would have been dumb aft,” Ratchet replied as he scanned the bitlet through the chamber’s thick metal casing. “There are procedures... Stasis is especially hard on bitlets, I’m not cracking that chamber until I have it in my medbay.”

“The bitty’s Prowl’s right?” Jazz asked. “I didn’t just happen to find someone else’s bitlet?”

“He’s Prowl’s,” Ratchet replied. “Spark signature matches. Hand him over. I have worked to do.”

“When y’re done wit’m, I got another patient for ya,” Jazz said, shoulders sagging with relief.

“What did you do?” Ratchet demanded.

“Recovered a couple o’ my Ops,” Jazz replied. He looked to Prime who looked to Jazz like a whole world had been lifted from his shoulders. Jazz had not been the only one to have been blaming himself for Prowl’s bitty being left out there in the care of his monstrous progenitor. “My twin ‘n his partner. Darkmount in chaos. It’s too hot to leave’em at their post.”

“Who was hurt?” Optimus asked. He looked like he was wracking his processor. He did not know of every one of Jazz’s Ops or their postings, Jazz kept a great deal underwraps for the protections of his operatives and operations but he was friendly with the Bossbot and while Jazz had spoken of Ricochet on a personal level, he had never mentioned any partner.

“Not so much hurt,” Jazz explained. “As gravid. Bein’ trapped in that Pit ain’t made it easy on Barricade.”

“Interceptor Barricade is one o’ your Ops?” Ironhide asked, optics narrowing.

“Ya know wit these things, the less that lot knows the better,” Jazz said. “Ya can scare’m after Ratchet makes sure everythin’s in order.”

“Ya best believe I’m clearin’ him personally,” Ironhide warned him. Optimus may have been willing to take Jazz at his glyph for the moment, Ironhide was not as trusting. Keeping Prime alive was his single duty and he took it seriously.

“After Ratchet’s cleared ‘m,” Jazz replied. “Or Ole Hatchet is gonna be yer problem.”

“Why did he, gravid, join your mission?” Prime asked.

“He’s Prowl’s half-brother,” Jazz explained. “He found the freak’s lair. It was hard work convincin’m not to go after the freak on his own.”

“Has Tarantulas been eliminated?” Optimus asked.

“He turned up at my hab,” Jazz said and Prime and Ironhide both recoiled. “Ori handled’m. Put up a fight, from what Hound said. Ori couldn’t take’m alive so he took’m out.”

“That’s the official story?” Prime asked.

“If it sounds better, we can say I smoked’m in his lair,” Jazz said. “Can’t see anyone askin’ after’m.”

“No,” Optimus agreed. “May he rust for eternity.”

“Amen,” Ironhide agreed.

“I trust you to debrief your team,” Optimus declared. “And see them both cleared by Ratchet. I assume Ricochet is the ‘genitor.”

“Oh yeah,” Jazz confirmed.

“He could be hiding his own injury out of focus for Barricade’s condition,” the Prime said.

Leave it to Optimus to worry for anyone. Jazz pinged his twin and a moment later, Ricochet was guiding Barricade down the ramp. He seemed even more gravid than he had in Darkmount. His dark coloured armour and the darkness itself had disguised it. Jazz thought he was probably about half way through his gestational cycle and getting passed the point where hiding it would be at all possible. Barricade did not look up from his peds, watching his steps carefully as he leaned on Ricochet. When his peds touched the tarmac he looked up. It was not the sight of Prime but Ironhide that had him recoiling. He doubled over and purged violently. Jazz and Optimus both looked at the weapons master.

“I didn’t even make a face,” Ironhide defended himself. “I just got that affect on Cons.”

“Ops,” Jazz reminded him, firmly stinking to the lie. “Deep cover or not, still my Ops.”

“How many Ops ya got slinkin’ ‘round their officers?” Ironhide asked.

“Better ya didn’t know,” Jazz replied. “They know to dodge. If ya didn’t shoot at ‘em their cover wouldn’t stick.”

“Easy, Cade,” Ricochet ignored them all in favour of comforting his lover. He rubbed Barricade’s back as he crooned at him.

“Best head straight to the medbay,” Jazz said as he walked up. “Ya might feel better if ya lie down a bit, Cade.”

“Good plan,” Ricochet replied as Barricade looked up at Jazz from the corner of his optics.

“I know ya been undercover longer than planned, Cade,” Jazz said, helping his twin help the Praxian straighten. “But we can worry ‘bout debriefin’ ya after Ratchet sets ya ‘n the bitty right.”

#valveplug #maccadams #vault #vortex au #tf jazz #tf barricade #tf ricochet #tf cheetor #tw gore #tw rape #mechpreg

[keyboardsinmyface]

Slime Rancher stuff for idk. Named Lugosi, Vega, and Ricochet respectively.

Believe or not they all are characters involved in a plot with backstories on their own.

#drawing #slime rancher #slime rancher 2 #slime rancher au #batty slime #phosphor slime #cotton slime #lugosi #vega #ricochet #the AU is called Slime Adventures btw