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angelbroad · 2 years

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SECRETS THAT YOU KEEP

RETURN

Rating: teen and up audiences

Characters: Marjorie Brock (oc), Jack Darby (transformers), June Darby (transformers), Miko Nakadai (transformers), Raphael “Raf” Esquivel (transformers), Jonathan Gilmore (@cattalystic oc), Kenneth Brock (oc), Arcee (transformers), Soundwave (transformers), Lazerbeak (mentioned), Autobots (transformers), Cliffjumper (mentioned)

Tags: family reunion, past experiences, Jack and June Darby need a hug, introduction, drama, i don’t know how to tag this, drabble, fan-chapter, changing percepective, Marjorie Brock is a good person, stalking, comfort, hugging, espionage, holoform, smuggling, brief description of violence

Summary: The Darby family hears of a familiar face returning to Jasper, Nevada. Some other people are not too happy about it.

DISCLAIMER

THIS IS A FAN-MADE CHAPTER BASED ON THE CHARACTERS AND STORYLINE OF @cattalystic FANFICTION “SECRETS THAT YOU KEEP” NEITHER OF US OWNS TRANSFORMERS AND WE ONLY OWN OUR RESPECTIVE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS.

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It was almost noon, and the sun felt even hotter as the two teens walked

along the sidewalk. “Do you think it was a good idea to come back to the

Autobots?” the girl asked. Jack would be dishonest if he told her ‘yes’. Truth be

told, after their accident with the Decepticons and his father’s antics, he hasn’t

been able to think straight. “Are you okay, Jack?” asked another voice. Jack

noticed that it was Raphael, who must have joined the two at some point. “I’m

fine”, said Jack “I just have a lot of things on my mind lately.” the girl and the

pre-teen nodded in response. Jack’s situation was no secret to the two. They

had been through hell and back together, and they agreed to start sharing

more about each other’s lives, to have each other when they couldn’t rely on

anyone else.

Soon enough, they arrived at Jack’s house. June wasn’t home, being too

occupied with work. Ever since the boy’s father demanded for more time with him, she has been working harder, as if to better the situation somehow. Jack

wanted to believe there was still hope for him and his mom. She was a good

woman, who didn’t deserve what was happening to her. It was Tuesday, so

they decided it would be a good time for them to hang out a bit before he had

to visit his father tomorrow. Normally they would hang out on Friday, but it

was one of the days he would visit Jonathan because of the custody matter,

who didn’t let him go out. Compared to him, even his family members not

neccessarily related by blood, where far better.

Miko plopped on the couch with a groan, “When will school eeeeeeend?” the

boys let out a laugh. “You know school is kinda important, right?” the pre-teen

said, taking a seat beside her. “Well, yea I guess. But it’s soo boring!” “Heh,

well maybe sometimes.” answered Jack. They turned on the tv and continued

chatting.

“When will your mom be back?” Miko asked, sitting upside-down on the

couch and fiddling on her phone. “Probably soon, if they don’t have any

emergencies in the hospital.” the sapphire-eyed teen responded. It seemed Raf

was busy with a book, so Jack took the remote and started flipping through the

channels. Arcee had told him earier that she would be taking a recharge at the

garage, since there was nothing to do, but to Jack it felt like he was being spied

upon. The Autobots were good friends, but the kids’ trust begun to waver after

their Decepticon dilema, and it seemed like Miko was affected the most. Jack

noticed that the girl hasn’t been getting much sleep lately, and seems

interested in learning how to pilot aircrafts. Jack didn’t really think too much of

it, only assuming she figured out what to do after graduation. The same

couldn’t be said for the teen boy though. He still is lost to the concept of what

to do for his next step in education. Esquivel was four years younger than him,

and he probably already figured things out.

“Did the Decepticons bother you again?” Jack asked, causing both of his

friends to turn their heads toward him. Miko turned her body to sit at a normal

position, looking a bit hesitant, before answering with a happy ‘Nope! Nothing

at all.’ Raf also gestured at Miko as if he had the same response. They were

concerned about more Decepticon activity around them, especially when

Lazerbeak itself showed up at the school a week ago. To say they were a bit on

edge was an understatement.

The sound of keys unlocking the door was heard, and the kids turned their

heads to see June Darby enter the house. She was holding her coat on her arm, and looked really exhausted. Jack left the remote on the couch to go and help

his mom, the other two turning in way to look at them better. As June said hi

to them and started talking with Miko, the pre-teen felt a small vibration in his

pocket. He pulled out his phone to see what the notification was. It was a text

message, from Soundwave. “Dammit, not now!” Raf said in his head. He

excused himself to another room, saying that he needed to call his parents

about something. As it turned out, he wouldn’t take long. Usually the texts he

got from the Decepticon were questions about different subjects, that would

escalate to something akin to a threat when he would ignore them, but this

time it was something else entirely.

Soundwave:

The boy didn’t know what it meant, and was too cautious to ask. So he just

went back to the living area. As he entered the room, he noticed that Jack and

his mother’s attention was stern on the tv, so he looked over to see what it

was. It was a news report talking about a certain Aircraft Military division

coming to Jasper. Probably soldiers reuniting with their families. June covered

her mouth, and it seemed like her eyes sparked with joy. “Arcee is faster than

the car, right?” June asked Jack, “She is.” he responed. And they both started

leaving for the garage before they stopped to speak to Raphael and Miko, “Do

you two want to stay here or?” asked the dark-haired teen. “I dunno why you

guys are so excited, but it sure as hell seems important and I want to see. So

we’ll stay and wait for you to return! Right, Raf?” the girl said with her usual

spunk. The chestnut haired boy knew he couldn’t possibly convince her not to,

so he agreed to stay behind as well.

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There was a knock at Jonathan’s office door. “Come in.” he said, still not

looking up from the files on his desk. “Not-really-brother-in-law.” the man

lifted his head on the nickname. It was Kenneth Brock, the oldest son of the

Brock family. Even though his family owned Brock Indusrties, a large

technological company focused mostly on robotics, he lacked the skill and

intelligence to run it, so ownership was passed to his younger sister. Still, he

made a name for himself in the U.S. Goverment as an agent. “Am I being

investigated, ‘not-really-brother-in-law'?” Kenneth gave him a serious look,

devoid of his usual easy-going mood. The nickname was made because the siblings were considered family to the Darby’s back in the day, although to

Johnathan, Kenneth was the only one he trusted. Something about the sister

always felt, off. It didn’t feel like he was talking to a genuine human being.

“Here to angrily ramble about your family again?” he asked. Brock responded

by slamming his hand on his desk. Jonathan kept a calm look “That was

vintage.” “This is serious!” the older man responded. “What happened?” the

brunette responded, starting to take him more seriously. “Aircraft Division

‘Owl’ came back to Jasper, Marjorie came back.” Jonathan froze at the name

drop. Marjorie had been gone ever since early 2009, and now she is back?!

When he had plans in motion?!

He got up from his chair in a hurry, “Do we take my car or yours?” “Let’s take

yours.” Brock said, and they both set off in a hurry. He was going to pick up

Jack, no matter June’s protests. There were enough bad influences in the boy’s

life already that prevented him from achieving his goal, he wasn’t about to let

this mad-dog infiltrate their lives once again.

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With Arcee, they arrived at the airport, and June ran straight inside. “Who are

you so excited to pick up?” Arcee asked. “My aunt, Marjorie.” said Jack, “Her

division came back.” “Oh, that’s great! You must really miss her, huh?” the

femme responded. She didn’t really have a biological family of her own, to her,

the team was the closest thing she had to what humans called ‘family’.

Regardless, that didn’t stop her from caring about others’ families as well. Jack

gave the motorcycle a pat and went inside after his mom, leaving Arcee to wait

outside. After the dust was settled, she really wanted to apologise to Jack for

acting out. It really wasn’t his fault that him and the others were captured by

the ‘cons, and no-one could truly guess the outcome of the ordeal. Sometimes

she wishes she could vent all this with Cliffjumper.

They were lucky to find an unoccupied bench. A lot of the pilots’ families lived

in Jasper, and the area was packed with people. Slowly, the pilots begun

reuniting with their families, the room filling with great joy, and Jack started

searching with anticipation. Aunt Marjorie didn’t live in Jasper, but they still

hoped that in someway, she would decide to come.

Soon enough, a figure taller above all else started making its way through the

crowd, and a familiar bandaged face came into view. June was the first to get

up, and without any words coming out of her mouth, she dashed towards the woman’s direction. The yellow-eyed woman noticed her almost immediately,

and set down her suitcases to stretch her arms forward, and embrace her

beloved family member into a hug. June felt so small compared to Marjorie,

still she melted into the hug. She felt like she would cry, clenching the Air

Commander’s coat tighter. “June, I’m back.” said the taller woman. As she

stayed hugging June, she noticed another familiar face, “Hey! Nephew! Come

here!” she exclaimed as she stretched out one of her arms, which alowed Jack

to join the hug too.

After they finally seperated from the hug, the Darbys got a chance to look at

Marjorie’s face more carefully, noticing she had an eyepatch now, and more

stitch-like burn marks in her forehead. “W-What happened?” asked a worried

June, putting a hand on her face. Even though an injured eye would seem like a

painful deal, Marjorie responded in an energetic tone, “I just fell off a small

cliff, no big deal.” both of them were quite surprised. They always knew

Marjorie was stronger and more durable than most people, but this? Jack only

wished he was as strong.

As they were walking through the halls, Jack started feeling a bit off, and

suddendly he felt the need to look up. Turning his head to look at a glass part

of the roof, something large flew by. He assumed it must have been another

plane or a bird.

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They were waiting for a while, so they went to go sit at the park to talk more,

since the sun wasn’t burning as hot now. He had sent Arcee to wait

somewhere around the corner of the park, Marjorie already having a ride set

to arrive at the location. They sat down on the bench, enjoying the light

breeze. “Things haven’t changed all that much, have they?” the woman asked.

“When it comes to the town, yea I suppose.” the teen responded, ruffling his

dark hair. Brock raised her one remaining eyebrow. “I’ll be staying here from

now on.” the nurse looked at her with hope in her eyes, “You’ll stay here?

Where?” “I already had a house contructed a little outside of town about a

year ago. Both for work and because of some” she turned her gaze away for a

moment “familial disputes.” Jack and June nodded, looks like they were having

similar experiences.

Still, it seemed that the golden-eyed woman figured there was something

wrong. “You know, if you have any problems, I am always here to help you.” it is true they had a lot of baggage, but they didn’t want to bother her after the

long flight she just had. They agreed for Marjorie to come visit them as soon as

she unpacks her luggage, as she didn’t want to have to tell the driver to change

courses and give them more work. And so, they parted ways for now.

Marjorie’s expression changed into a more serious one as soon as they left.

She knew they had troubles, she knew about Johnathan’s return. It would take

all she had to prevent herself from breaking some bones. Right now, she had

to keep a low profile, especially since the Autobots were stationed here.

Another man walked up and sat on the bench, he was slim, with dark hair and

clothing, with a mask covering his nose and mouth. He offered her a box of

chocolates, which she set onto her lap and disposed a hard drive into the

previously empty package. She gave it back to him, and the man got up. They

gave each other a nod, and Marjorie picked up her luggage to go their seperate

ways. As she got into the car, somewhere else the holoform faded, and

Soundwave transformed into vehicle mode to deliver the information back to

the Nemesis.

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Author's note: just wanted to give one of my favourite fanfics some love and write the introduction of Marjorie and her brother into the story of tfp

#transformers prime #tfp oc #tfp jack #tfp june darby #tfp miko #tfp raf #tfp arcee #tfp cliffjumper #fanfiction #tfp fanfiction #transformers fanfiction #original characters #tfp soundwave #lazerbeak

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sparklingpax · 2 years

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Tales From Iacon - Part 5: The End of the World

A/N:

-Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

-HOLY CRACKERS ITS BEEN OVER A YEAR IM SO SORRY LMFAOO

-help what--no actually why is the plot of this chapter sdjdsjsdj yes its silly please dont laugh at meeee o////o

-yes by the way. despite the very long gaps between chapters, this series is definitely ongoing, I do have plans for future chapters I just....have to write them........... :'D

-BRUH this one is so long, I'm sorry, I'm bad at making things like. Not Drawn Out lmao--

-If you haven't read the other parts, and just as a reminder, this and all future chapters are set in the aligned continuity (tfp) oh and also! this is the first time ratchet meets megatronus; a bit anticlimactic maybe, but I thought it would be better to just have them meet sorta by coincidence. I do like the idea the three of them are friends, perhaps another reason why Ratchet is so resentful and bitter of Megatron later...anyways.

-at the end of the day, this and all the things I write are just for fun. If you think it's garbage or you just don't like it, that's valid...just scroll on by please ;w;

-ummmmmmm I really don't have anything else to add other than to have mercy on me with typos and the like, I'll edit them as I reread at later dates. and I hope you enjoy! :D

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One fine evening—early morning, really—Megatronus received the worst news anyone could receive at such an ungodly hour.

Megatronus had passed out on his berth, having a much-needed rest for his sore, battered body after a particularly trying match against twin, rogue Insecticon prisoners.

About maybe an hour earlier, the huge mech had stumbled exhaustedly into his room and flopped down on the bed, huffing a relieved sigh as he felt the throbbing in all his limbs begin to dissipate.

Within moments, he’d fallen asleep.

His arm hung off the berthside, fingertips gently grazing the edge of his immobile, silent holopad. Everything was, for this one time, so still and peaceful.

So, when the device went off with a sudden and violent buzzing, Megatronus was instantly jerked awake—ripped from a calm rest in the realm of absolute nothingness, not even a dream.

His arm shot away from the floor, coming to rest uneasily on the bed with the rest of him.

Since the room had no light source, if the lights were off, it was pitch black inside. This little holopad had by itself, lit up the entire room, painting it with a decidedly eerie, turquoise light.

For a few moments, his optics blearily fixated on the object—glowing electric blue, emitting a frustratingly repetitive buzzing noise, and vibrating.

Vaguely, he recalled sending Orion a message about this to ask if he could turn that feature off.

And after Orion had in fact, explained this process...Megatronus had forgotten entirely, and decided it wasn’t worth the effort.

Of course, now he was being reminded of what had annoyed him enough to even ask about it in the first place.

Tomorrow. I’ll fix that infernal beeping tomorrow.

Still only half-awake, the large mech remained still, simply continuing to stare at the holopad. He felt a twinge of annoyance as exhaustion quickly crept back into him, as his whole body was taking a moment to remind him how tired and sore he was.

Frag it—who the scrap is calling me at…

He squinted at the screen to see the time, printed in a neat, short, white font.

“—3 in the morning?!”

He groaned, rubbing his face and hefting himself off the bed.

It would keep ringing if he didn’t do something about it. Like take the call.

“Primus give me patience,” he muttered as he picked it up…a little too late.

Or, I could have waited for the damned thing to quiet itself. He’d forgotten that was a thing, too.

He watched as the screen went dark again for a couple moments, then lit up to read “missed call.”

Megatronus registered the profile picture and the name written beside it.

Orion?

Okay, so it was either important and life-changing, or something very strange.

Megatronus thought for a moment, feeling a bit more awake as he considered the possibility of something terrible soon to take place—or perhaps something unexpected in general.

That piqued his interest some.

Now I must know what he’d wanted at an hour like this.

The device started to buzz again.

Megatronus glared at it.

I’d like a round in the pits with the guy who designed this sound.

It had a particular way it bothered his audio receptors.

He sighed and tapped the ‘pick up’ button. Then, dropping it beside himself and lying back in his bed, the gladiator chuckled a little as he started speaking. The device darkened its screen again, leaving Megatronus to eye the darkness of his room once again.

“By the Primes, Orion—it’s 3 in the—”

“Megatronus.”

Instantly, he stopped, unnerved by the solemnity of his friend’s whispery tone.

His eyes searched the dark nothingness of his room as he waited in silence for whatever his friend was about to say.

“What I am about to say, you may not believe….but it is something that could affect all of Cybertron…something of great magnitude—something…very dire…”

“Is…is that so?”

He felt uneasiness begin to well up from the pits of his stomach. The thought of this being a joke flashed through his processor before he reminded himself this was Orion making this call.

He happens to be a terrible liar. I would know if he was messing with me.

Orion exhaled shakily over the call, filling the silence.

Megatronus tensed and slowly sat up, hearing the crackly sound of paper being unfurled from his device.

His confusion deepened, but interest locked his jaw shut as he waited.

Then at last, Orion told him.

“Megatronus, I—I found….a prophecy—a scroll. In it, the writing states…” A sharp rustling noise sounded from the holopad, “…it—it said our world will crumble away to…to nothing on the next full moon—the smaller one.”

Megatronus had…no idea when the full moons were to happen.

He did know, however, what “crumble away to nothing,” meant, and felt an apprehensive worry start to stiffen his body, turning over the revelation in his mind as Orion spoke more about the scroll.

“And…the time in simpler terms would be?”

A long pause, as if the archivist did not want to reply.

“…I-In…two days.”

Megatronus was suddenly not as tired and sore as before.

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The sun was shining very brightly in the sky, causing all the shinier structures and objects in sight—built from their reflective metals—to glint and shimmer. On a day as bright as this, it was like the streets of Iacon city, and all its things, became as jewels.

Yet such beautiful sights were not so eye-catching to Orion Pax today.

Instead, he had his optics trained on the ground below his feet. His figure was slumped over and seated on a lone park bench, head leaning on his palm. He tapped his foot to no particular rhythm, but more as an anxious motion to keep his mind at bay.

The buildings and the nature around him were only more distressing, actually, for Orion could only think about the immenant end of it all….set to happen a mere two days from the present, and counting.

He checked his holopad again, seeing the time and sharply sighing.

He’s late again…ohhh, we must do this today or never!! Come on, Megatronus, come on…

Footfalls directly behind Orion caused him to shoot upright and turn with a hopeful gaze—

“There you are!” He exclaimed.

Megatronus came around and took his seat, apologizing for the wait.

“Kaon is a long way, and bypassing the security is no easy feat…” he paused, “Though doable all the same.” He flashed his friend a confident smile, but it faltered when he realized Orion had gone back to staring at the ground in thought.

Now is not the time for jokes, He reminded himself, trying to sober up. End of the world. Destruction. Right.

Megatronus found his optics wandering from one bot to the next as they bustled by. He was used to this kind of silence, as the two often met in this park to talk, or to simply share each other’s company to contemplate things.

After a few moments of silence amidst the noise, Orion at last spoke up. His words were brisk.

“I’ll take you to the Hall of Records and show you the scroll. While there, we must gather resources, find a means of escape, and craft a message to send to all the cities of Cybertron—”

Megatronus turned sharply at the last part.

“All of Cybertron?!”

“Yes, Megatronus!” Orion sounded as if it had been obvious. “We can’t just—”

“But—all its citizens, in all its cities?” He interjected. “Orion, it’s not possible!”

“Says who?”

“Logic!!”

“Logic is not the answer all the time, Megatronus!” Now, he was getting annoyed.

“No, Orion—” Megatronus found himself getting frustrated as well. “Be realistic!”

“I’m being realistic, and fair,” Orion fired back, leaning a little closer.

Now he really was upset. Megatronus grimaced.

“What other heartless arguments have you, Megatronus? You want to leave this planet alone and let everyone else just…die?!”

Megatronus felt his blood start to simmer.

Heartless? He was anything but heartless. The gladiator took a deep offense to that.

If there was anything he knew, it was what it felt like to be brushed off—as the “others” to be trampled on, overlooked, forgotten…left for scrap.

But he also remembered that it would be impractical to fight with Orion at this moment—more specifically, it would be a waste of time in the face of this great danger.

Orion….for all your book-smarts, you can be a fool all the same. You must be aware you can’t save everyone…or do ideals build for you kingdoms in the sky that you trust as reality?

“Perhaps…I am not seeing things from your perspective,” he yielded, in a quieter voice.

“That’s what I thought,” Orion snapped, then drew back and stood up. “Let’s go, Megatronus. There’s no time.”

Calmly, the burgundy-silver mech stood up and eyed his friend with an odd kind of gaze.

“I thought I’d have to tell you that,” he said.

Instantly Orion opened his mouth to respond, then realized his own mistake. Instead of owning up to anything, however, he huffed and turned on his heel, starting down the smooth sidewalk.

Megatronus watched him for a moment, feeling a little triumphant.

The world as we know it ends in two days…there really is no time.

He strode after Orion.

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“The fools are the ones with knowledge, and the fools are the ones without it….in essence, my friends…”

Ratchet turned the page.

“…we are all fools. Fools convinced of knowledge and science, but fools all the same in the greater scheme of things. We will never know it all…so let us resign ourselves to that fate, and strive to learn all we can.”

Ratchet stared at the last few words and let them sink in, trying to understand on an abstract level what it all meant. They were the final words for a novel he’d elected to read and write a report on for one of his university classes.

Yes, he was studying medicine and science and all that, but philosophy and studies on the mind and life couldn’t possibly hurt. In fact, Ratchet was convinced that he could only add more to the things he knew—the more to think on, the merrier.

His gaze lingered for a moment more on the final page, then he shut the book gently. Folding his servos, he let them rest lightly upon the sturdy, leather cover.

Wind swayed the leaves above him, so he let his head tilt back to stare at them, as if it was also moved by the breeze.

Fools in this universe, huh?

Ratchet let his eyes close.

Perhaps now he would be able to finally catch up on the hours of sleep he’d missed with his late-night cramming nearly every night of this week….

“All of Cybertron?!”

Ratchet snapped forward at the loud voice, instantly annoyed.

Who the scrap is yelling and disturbing the peace of this park—

“Orion, it’s not possible!”

“Says who?!”

“Logic!!”

Ratchet made a face, realizing he knew those voices.

“Logic is not the answer all the time, Megatronus!”

Turning slowly, Ratchet found he was indeed correct. He watched as Orion and Megatronus heatedly conversed for a few more minutes, then stood up to leave. Orion stiffly marched out, Megatronus had remained standing for a moment before following at a quicker pace.

The two of them had been visibly annoyed with one another, he noted, only Megatronus seemed to be doing a better job of hiding it.

And that was as expected—Orion was known to wear his spark on the outside, so to speak. His emotions were upfront and clear most of the time.

Or at least, that’s how almost anyone who knew the mech would describe him.

“Orion,” Ratchet muttered, watching them finally fade into the crowds outside the park grounds. “What on Cybertron are you up to with that gladiator friend of yours?”

He sighed, rising from the bench and gathering his things.

Yes, he more wanted to sit in the park and continue enjoying his free afternoon.

No, Ratchet had no worries about anyone’s safety.

But something in his spark tugged on him, urging him to follow them. Plus, Ratchet was a curious bot. He had to know what was up.

He made his way out of the park on the same path Orion and his friend had left.

It couldn’t possibly be something minor if it involved ‘all of Cybertron,’ after all.

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“It’s back here,” Orion said, taking a left and heading into a side room.

Megatronus squinted with some effort and followed Orion into it, as the blue luminescence of huge computer screens and shelves upon shelves of active tablets was left behind them.

The room ahead was almost pitch black, for nothing in that room was alive but himself and his friend. After a few moments, his optics adjusted to the room, and he began to see the shapes of the room’s contents.

Megatronus found it interesting that there were so many physical documents left after all this time and modernization.

It was assumed most everything was coded and left on holopads these days; transcribed, moved to a digital form, archived on a device of some kind, and yet…what seemed to be hundreds of scrolls—and even stone artifacts, he noticed—lay before Megatronus.

He looked from left to right with every step forward, silently and in awe.

Orion previously explained that there had always been means for these things to be written in digital form, yet there was no real reason why these documents were not.

It was thus theorized by elder scholars that the authors of the stories and accounts had simply not had said tools at their disposal in those moments, and decided to note their experiences and observations with whatever they could. Either that, or for unexplained reasons, had chosen physical documentation over digital.

Up ahead, Megatronus could make out a small desk and chair, and heard Orion’s footsteps speed up as he made his way to it.

Well, as an aspiring archivist, he must know his way around without the lights. No wonder he walks ahead with such ease…

A sharp click sounded.

Very suddenly, everything was visible. Megatronus uttered a small noise and squinted again, this time slightly in pain. He had just gotten used to the darker lighting but…oh well.

“Now, we’ve got to put together our transmission message,” Orion started almost immediately.

Megatronus watched him begin the speedy ‘cleanup’ of his messy desk—shoving things in drawers, moving the stray papers into piles and crushing them into an open science textbook. A few things clattered accidentally off the reddish wood, while others plummeted off the surface quite intentionally.

It is somehow…cute to watch him scurry about like this.

Orion eyed some papers tacked to his wall, then removed and relegated them to the floor as well.

“I see you keep a tidy workspace,” Megatronus observed with an innocent tone.

Orion threw him a look, but the larger mech could see the suppressed edges of a smile before Orion turned back to his desk and began opening files on his computer.

After a couple moments of quiet except for the typing, Orion motioned for Megatronus to come closer so he could help out. It was then that he noticed one paper had been left on the archivists’ desk, rolled shut.

Staring at it, he asked, “Does this paper tell us of our doom?”

Orion nodded, beginning to type out what was probably his evacuation plea—or a draft of it, at least. So Megatronus carefully picked it up and turned it over in his servos, handling it with as much care as he could.

Then, he opened it.

What he found, however, was not a terrifying prophecy. What he found was—

“Orion, what the scrap is this?” He muttered, holding it closer and squinting at it. He let it roll shut again and placed it on the desk. “It’s all meaningless scribbles! And you mean to tell me you got ‘the world ends soon’ from it?”

“It does say that,” Orion muttered back, continuing to type. “That’s old Cybertronian.”

Megatronus blinked. He didn’t even know there was an ‘old Cybertronian.’

“Which I can read…” Orion finally stopped typing, seeming to realize something. “Or, well, that’s to say…”

The gladiator raised an eyebrow. He didn’t like the sound of that unease in his friend’s voice. He was about to ask another question when the two of them heard someone was coming down the hall.

And sure enough, someone Megatronus had never seen before poked his head through the doorway.

“Ratchet!” Orion exclaimed, perking up and waving. For a moment, Megatronus observed, all the apprehension had seemed to disappear.

Megatronus frowned in thought, watching the mech pick his way through the piles of scrolls until he was next to Orion’s desk. Finally, it hit him, where he’d heard that name before.

“And you are…the medical student?”

Ratchet broke off what he’d started saying to Orion and looked him up and down. He then nodded.

“And you must be Megatronus, the…warrior from Kaon,” he returned looking very serious.

“Gladiator. Though I enjoy the title of ‘warrior.’”

“Right.”

There was a short pause.

“Though I am by law not allowed in these streets, I’ve found the law to be quite shabby at their job of keeping those like myself…out.”

“Seems these days we’re all figuring something out about our…illustrious leaders, and their idea of a functional society,” Ratchet said sarcastically.

Orion leaned back in his chair to look at them both, worrying they might be sizing each other up or something.

Then, Ratchet grinned.

“Well, Megatronus, I don’t have my degree yet, but if you’ve anything you’d like me to take a look at…” He offered, extending his servo.

Megatronus chuckled, and shook it firmly.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said. “And it’s a pleasure to meet you in person. I’ve only heard your name from Orion, after all.”

“Same here.”

Thank the Allspark, no hostility.

Orion sighed quietly, then got back to work.

He’d let Megatronus get to know Ratchet a little better rather than demand any more of this focus for this. Besides, Orion wanted to write the transmission himself.

He scanned the place he’d left off, his second paragraph, reading it off in his mind to get back into the writing flow.

‘Though it may seem hard to believe,’ he typed, ‘I can assure you that this is a very real threat. One that I believe we must heed. Fellow Cybertronians, we must remember that our race is one of change. Moving homes is a large leap, but it will be necessary—’

“‘—if we are to survive what our elders have warned’…” Ratchet’s voice startled Orion, quickly realizing he and Megatronus had quietly moved to watch over the archivist’s shoulder as he was writing. Finishing that sentence, he stopped again, having lost concentration once more.

He turned to request that Ratchet not read over his shoulder like that, and then to ask what Megatronus thought of the announcement so far, but Ratchet spoke first.

“Orion.”

“Ratchet..?”

Megatronus took a small step back, curious to see what was about to happen.

The university student had an expression on his face that read something of a mix between confusion and amusement. Orion stared back at him with full seriousness.

Ratchet wordlessly leaned closer and scrolled up the screen to read the draft in full, murmuring quietly each word while Orion sat back and began to fiddle with his fingers again.

And then, finally, it seemed Ratchet had read all he needed because when he drew back, he rested his face in his palms for a second, then started laughing.

No, really laughing.

It went on for a little while before the young archivist finally cut in with an inquiry as to what could be so funny. He was starting to look more embarrassed than indignant. Megatronus had no idea what was going on, but was too amused to interrupt.

Funny, if I’d laughed at him again, we might be arguing right now.

“It—it’s—” Ratchet struggled, still laughing. He fell against the wall, trying to compose himself. Orion turned around, rolling his optics and starting to type again before Ratchet finally turned to Megatronus.

“You—you’re aware of this, aren’t you?” He caught sight of the scroll lying on Orion’s desk. It was like he already knew. “And what do you make of it?”

Megatronus shrugged.

“Can’t even read it, ‘old Cybertronian,’ or something. Truth be told, I’m not very adept with reading anyway.”

“Hm. But Orion said he…can?”

Suddenly, the gladiator realized where this was going.

Orion stopped typing again, but didn’t turn around. Meanwhile, Ratchet reached over and picked up the scroll, unraveling it.

“Well, I can,” Ratchet murmured, scanning the text to confirm his suspicions, “and it seems Orion...has misread the entire text completely.”

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Ratchet finally returned from the shop and handed Megatronus and Orion their respective cups of warmed, sweetened Energon, shaped as crystals for some seasonal event.

Megatronus received his and thanked Ratchet, Orion took his in silence, still not meeting anyone’s gaze. The three of them walked in silence to the edge of the street and stopped.

Then, finally, Megatronus broke the silence, “Oh, Orion, it’s not the end of the world!” He tried a playful jab.

“Indeed. If you’re worried, no one’s upset with you,” Ratchet added, placing a gentle servo on his shoulder. “It’s better that you misread it, actually.”

“Exactly! Our world is safe.”

“No crumbling, no destruction…” Ratchet paused, sighing. Less excitedly, he continued, “And I can finish getting my degree.”

But the archivist merely took a bite out of his treat, optics still trained on the ground, absolutely silent.

As it had turned out, Orion had been reorganizing and archiving the roomful of old physical documents, in place of Alpha Trion (who was attending to an important matter in another city), and he had seen the scrolls in the dark of early morning. Naturally, he’d not slept, and was tired. In addition to that, he didn’t even know old Cybertronian well enough to decipher the entirety of the text, which had stated…this scroll was merely a draft for a story. Orion was self-taught, so he could read some of it, but well...he needed more practice with it.

What he might have done—had he not decided to read its contents and simply file it by the code on the back—would be to place it on the shelf for old texts by famous or unknown authors. Instead, he misinterpreted it to be a real prophecy, spelling out doom, coincidentally falling on their current year.

Thankfully, before he and Megatronus had made fools of themselves by sending an 'overdramatically poetic evacuation notice'—as Ratchet had worded it—Orion's friend had read over the transmission, the scroll, and clarified what was actually written there.

It was then also that Ratchet had finally seen the value of that required class he’d taken his first year of university, learning old Cybertronian. It was boring, but it had finally come in handy.

As one could guess, however, Orion was incredibly embarrassed. It seemed he had no intention to speak for the rest of the day.

Ratchet and Megatronus exchanged looks, then moved closer to their friend. They really didn’t want him to feel bad.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have lost it like that earlier, Ratchet thought, inwardly cringing at the memory of his laughter in the silence of the room. After all, the two had been fully convinced this was a very real threat.

“Orion, you can’t possibly take a vow of silence for life,” Megatronus tried again, in a joking tone. He bent down to look him in the eyes, and finally Orion met his gaze.

And finally, the archivist spoke.

“I…um…” he shifted to the side, as if debating whether to turn away from his friends or remain facing them. “I…apologize for…the confusion I caused.”

“Oh, Orion, it’s not—”

“And the panic. And…” he reached out and touched Megatronus’ shoulder plate. “For snapping at you in the manner I did. Even in a real situation of danger, I must learn not to lose my composure like that, and I must learn on my own, not through hurting my own friends first.”

He dropped his arm again and took another bite of his treat. Megatronus and Ratchet followed suit, and the three shared another moment of quiet thought.

“Hey,” Ratchet prompted, a little awkwardly. “I owe you an apology too. I should’ve handled it with a little less…” he sighed. “I should have been more charitable towards how you were seeing it.”

“And I shouldn’t have joined in,” Megatronus added. “You were probably embarrassed and…had got the point already. In fact, you haven’t much to apologize for, Orion.”

Orion regarded both Ratchet and then Megatronus before he started down the street again, looking at the sky. His friends followed.

“No, Megatronus, I have things to apologize for. But…” he looked at them again, this time with a smile of his own. “I suppose I see now the humor in it all.”

And the trio shared the rest of the twilight hours together, traipsing the streets of Iacon. At nightfall, they said their goodbyes. Ratchet and Megatronus left together for the city gates, since they were both leaving Iacon. The medical student offered to help get Megatronus past security, and the larger mech accepted with a grin.

Orion watched them go, pleased with how it seemed they had befriended one another. Afterward, he headed back down the path they’d come, deciding along the way that archiving the rest of those scrolls could not be completed unless he was in the right mindset—and that required some much-needed sleep.

As he walked, he continued to look at the sky, at the moon not yet full, chuckling to himself as he remembered just how panicked he’d been only hours ago. But more than embarrassment was relief.

Cybertron will continue to be my home for millennia to come. I will see the faces of my friends and mentors, and have the privilege to gaze upon the wonders of life and the universe for just as long.

He heard shouting from another street and stopped to watch as a group of similarly shaped bots emerged from a restaurant, shouting and whooping, arms together and surrounding the one in the center, who looked bashful, but happy. As he gazed at them, he noticed each had scratches, chips, and one even had a couple wires hanging from their arm.

Laborers. This must be a communal establishment.

Orion also noticed what looked like a bouncer standing behind the window, arms folded and features grim. The large mech was glaring at them, looking ready to shove them off the street and into the road if they lingered any longer.

The giddy group, however, made their way off and down the street, and the bouncer-looking bot nodded, heading back into the mass of Cybertronians in the building.

Orion continued on his way, still thinking.

Life is not so perfect as one might imagine. Ideals must be relegated to thought, they are not reality. But...rather than worry about finding a new home, we may all continue to work towards peace and equality. Towards a Cybertron where no bar must be “communal” or “private” for one to go in and celebrate something with friends.

There was hope yet for their world, in more ways than one.

And for that, I am truly grateful.

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I actually hate this chapter help it was more interesting in my head--

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tigressaofkanjis · 4 months

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My biggest pet peeve in Transformers media and fanfiction sometimes is that Transformers aren't treated as aliens. They are referred to as aliens, they obviously are aliens, but they never feel like they are aliens because they are always written or seen as having all human mannerisms or features usually. Human posture, human noses, human mannerisms, humanoids...

What about TFA's cat noses or TFP's helm noses? One of the reasons I think those two shows have peak designs is because they have this lack of uncanniness to humans design wise. I'm not looking at a human being as a robot, I'm looking at an alien robot, ones that have claws, ones that have different body types that blend with their vehicle modes, ones with horrific mutilations and designs impossible by human standards. I love seeing that type of stuff in Transformers because to me, it makes them feel alien without completely changing the premises of similarities to where we can't compare their culture or likeness to humans. The films (mostly 1 and 2) showed off this as well.

Another thing I really would like to see in Transformers media is non-human interactive qualities. What do I mean by that? One thing I've noticed is aside from techno-organic species, regular Cybertronians do have a few qualities found in animals. Engine humming I believe was once used as a form of purring in the films and in some of the cartoons. Humans can't purr; cats can, and that small detail is always interesting to come across because it's like "wow, they have this feature that shows off a trait found in Cybertronians. That is so cool." You have them with multiple voice boxes for mechanical, natural, and human-like tones which is also an animal trait. Bumblebee is self-explanatory in most universes being able to still make sounds yet not talk. They have sensors across their body that don't act like the basic human receptors. Most animals can do more than just feel through certain points of their bodies. They can taste, smell, or even hear a hundred times better than a human being throughout various body parts, and Transformers have been hinted to have this ability too, especially through their servos. It's stuff like this that expands upon their existence as aliens.

They have extreme durability, their body morphs to extremes and can also double as a moving weapon (most obvious of course), some of them can make ungodly roars and creature-like noises to warn or show their threatening demeanor (Megatron's dinosaur-like growling), some can have two rows of teeth (a flat base in front and fangs hidden behind), and some of them have mimicking animal-like features (Starscream's bird-shaped feet with visible expansion the same as organic foot padding with similar distributive weight physics in a few universes) despite having no beast mode. There's probably more I can't think of on the top of my head in canon, but all those things are not heavily used as they should be to make them feel alien. They can still hold some relation to the humans they interact with, but I think a lot of Transformers are more than just metal "humans", you know?

Depending on the universe in fanfiction and who you encounter who writes it or not, you have several things that are always cool to see. They have to sparkbond (merging of hearts) above everything else to create a sparkling's life force with interface as just the extra for physical coding features. I've seen people use the non-canon heat cycles which are, of course, our fandom way of making a type of breeding euphemism akin to an animal's cycle. You have the common phrasing of nuzzling, heightened senses, armor and certain parts of the helm acting like fur or ears where it raises and flattens per their mood, and some Transformers have limb dissonance where if necessary, they can convert between bipedal and quadrupedal stances (best example is Bulkhead and Lugnut from TFA who have long arms but short legs and they have the bulky structure where they could possibly run like an animal briefly and the physics of it would work).

So, you have all these different things a common Cybertron most likely would be able to do or have but a human couldn't, and it's never utilized to their full potential. I would like to see people address the nature of Cybertronians as alien and not be afraid to make them alien. I think that's the biggest flaw in our franchise is that everyone is scared of making the Transformers not the humanoid "norm" and getting ridiculed for it. Like, they're aliens, you can make them act however animal-like or completely batshit insane as you want them. You can give them powers, animal-based senses, and behaviors hidden among a human thought process. And technically, you wouldn't be wrong to what they could be as a living creature in the universe by doing so. They aren't humans; they look humanoid, but they aren't us. Why should they have to be in every regard?

Thank you for reading my TED Talk.

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yuki2sksksk · 1 year

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@sunntownn , I love how you make Optimus is an anxious mess that worries for his soulmate but then there's his oblivious dumbass soulmate.

(replacing y/n with oc cause)

#tfp #tfp optimus prime #transformers prime #optimus x oc #optimus prime #transformers fanfiction #drawing digital #digital arts #oc #tfp oc #tfp x reader #optimus x reader #maccadam

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pixeleart · 1 year

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little sketchies for ‘stop me’ getting an update recently! here’s some of my fav moments

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botmilf · 3 days

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TFP BOTMOM EPISODE 5

"make me your Maria, I'm already on my knees." -- from "Bedroom Hymns" by Florence & the Machine

#transformers prime #transformersprime #maccadam #tfp optimus prime #tfp ratchet #transformers #transformers fanart #transformers fanfiction #botmom #transfromers

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harventheblorbo · 2 years

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Hii! Love your writing, could i request a TFP Megatron, Knockout, Optimus Prime and Predaking to a cybertronian!s/o who heavily depends on them for protection, etc? Because she was heavily injured during the cybertronian war?

Megatron, Knockout, Optimus Prime and Predaking with a Cybertronian S/O who depends on them ➵

Containing:.. Megatron, Knockout, Optimus Prime, Predaking and Cybertronian Gender neutral S/O

___ is femme and Cybertronian

Warning:.. None

Authors note; I didn't know if you wanted gender neutral or femme or not because of the she/her pronoun at the end so I went with feminine.

Megatron➵

Whenever you started to depend on him a little while going on missions with him, he thought it was just some friendship stuff that he didn't understand all that well.

When you started to get more dependant on him, he started to notice it. Of course he would say that it would be weak of you to do so but, he knew of your past.

As much as he is a strong mech and a leader, he does take the time to help you with missions. H understands to a degree on how much trauma can effect a mind and how it's like a virus. (Mainly from being a gladiator)

He suggests getting help for it if you haven't already. He hasn't have much experience of personal trauma for himself so asking him for advice wouldn't be wise.

Knockout➵

Whenever he starts to see you around his work quarters, he sees it as flattering. It shows that you want to hang around him more and how much you care.

He does take a mental note that you might be dependent on him due to the trauma that you had previously had. In fact, he was the one helping you with your wounds after the battle

When you two are set on missions together, he helps you with the big stuff and let you do the small things and each mission, he urges you to do some big thing on your own to face your own fear and basically conjure it.

He understands how hard it is due to how much cons go through his treatment and most of the time vent on how hard it is to be a con.

Optimus Prime ➥

As a leader, he is often being depended on so he is quite used to it. But you were a different type of dependent. You relayed on him more then a normal bot would. You were shaken up a bit of the thought of fighting

He often wondered why and curiosity got the best of him and asked ratchet why. When he learned It was from a previous battle that left more then scars, he felt empathy for you.

He did encourage you to face your fear and reassured you that it's okay if it's too much or might relive memorys. He understands that being in a war isn't easy on anybody at all.

Predaking ➵

Whenever he first started to notice it, he thought it was just something that cons do due to him not talking to anyone for a long time so it messed with his processer a little bit.

But when he saw others acting normal. He started to wonder what happened to you that made you relay on him. He doesn't understand how trauma works but has a positive outlook on it.

When you eventually open up to him about it, he immediately transforms into his normal form and gives you a hug. He feels bad and wants to help you throughout your healing process. He understands that it makes your life be a living hell sometimes so he wants to help as much as possible

#tfp #tfp x reader #tfp fanfic #tfp ratchet #tfp ratchet x reader #tfp fanfiction #tfp megatron #tfp Megatron x reader #tfp knockout x reader #tfp knockout fanfic #tfp knockout #tfp optimus prime #tfp optimus x reader #tfp predaking #tfp predaking x reader #transformers

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mariacrow · 8 months

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hello my fellow ratchet apologist!! love your works! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

do you think you could write some sweet and cute sleeping hcs with Ratchet? I just wanna lay on him or him lay on me <3

(ps. this is ur opportunity to write those snoring hcs too 🤭)

thank you for your love on my works too! have a great day/night <3

ROOOOSE I was bouncing off DA WALLS when I saw ur request (it’s not like I immediately started bombing you with love in ur dms nope not at all- me? Naaah never)

THANK U SO MUCH AGAIN AGH!!! 🧡 One grumpy doc hc coming up fresh out da oven! 🚑 hope u like it, love ya 🧡

GRUMPY DOC LOVERS UNITE! 🚑🧡

ʚ Ratchet x reader ɞ

ﾟ｡ ⋆ ☁︎｡ ☽ sleeping headcanons ☾ ﾟ｡ ⋆ ☁︎｡

2nd person

female reader

WARNING: SNORING GRUMPY DOC!

Does he look like he needs sleep?? HE NEEDS ANSWERS!!!

Kidding. He definitely needs stasis. ASAP.

It would be hard to drag him away from work, you'd have to be stubborn to the point you annoy his way to bed

Later you'd realize puppy eyes and a pretty please also works on him which would make his cheek plates go slightly blue

He loves to have you next to him or on top of him, either way nicely tucked in, wrapped in a little blanket burrito because he can't risk you getting cold

His servos... oh his beautiful gentle servos... He'd play with your hair or rub your back to soothe you. He wouldn't speak much but here and there you might hear his handsome voice through a romantic whisper saying:

Ratchet: are you comfortable enough?

Ratchet: my sleeping beauty...

Did he do research on Disney princesses to find a proper nickname for you because you're his princess? Perhaps.

He would always watch over you before you fall asleep. Even when you do, he'd stay up a bit longer, listen to your peaceful breathing and focus on your calm heartbeat while dozens of thoughts would be running through his mind, keeping a tiny smile on his face

He always keeps one of his servos around you no matter what

He's a light sleeper so he'd hear every little shuffle you make and slightly open his optic to check on you. If your blanket has slid off of you, he'd gently tuck you back in every time and plant a soft kiss on your temple

If he really overworks himself (and I'm talking 3 days without stasis) a bomb could barely wake him up. If he ends up on his back, he snores, like, real loud. It would definitely wake you up and you'd be greeted by a funny sight of your old grumpy doc with an open mouth, shaking the whole base with his snoring

Considering you wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, you'd have to give him a little nudge or gently caress his face plate to which he'd mumble something in his sleep while getting comfortable on his side as he'd stop snoring

He always wakes up before you, no exceptions. He needs to wake up early and go back to work

He always gives you a kiss on the cheek or forehead before leaving. If you'd tug at his servo and tell him to stay a little longer, he'd refuse of course

But your sleepy little begging would drag him back to bed nevertheless. He'd stay for about 30 minutes longer, listen to your cute sleepy voice and yawning, smiling while having a little morning chit chat with you

He loves your messy morning hair, it's so adorable to him

If you have longer hair and prefer tying it while sleeping, in the morning he'd help you fix your ponytail/braid(s) (whatever you prefer). Same goes if you wear a bonnet, he'd make sure it doesn't fall off throughout the night as well

If you brush your hair, he'd love brushing it for you or make your braid(s) e.g., whatever you ask him to do. He isn't afraid of the size difference, he's confident and very gentle, he learned his way with you

If you oversleep often, he'd scold you the moment you show up, telling you how it's unhealthy and blahblah

If your sleeping schedule is not sleeping at all, ironically enough, he'd tell you not be like him and how sleep is necessary for your species, how stasis works differently, how you should blahblahblah he can be such a parent but he does that because he cares for you

If you're a morning person and go to bed on time, he'd praise you for that

He'd make sure you have breakfast every morning even if it means feeding you because breakfast is the most important meal of the day!!!

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What I was listening to while writing this 🧡

Dividers belong to @dvluc , @firefly-graphics , @animatedglittergraphics-n-more 🧡

#transformers #transformers headcanons #transformers x reader #transformers prime #tfp #ratchet #tfp ratchet #ratchet x reader #tfp ratchet x reader #transformers ratchet #transformers fanfiction #autobots #tfp autobots

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praxcrown5 · 2 years

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Hooo! Boy! It's good to be working on War and Wings stuff, again. I'm celebrating the 10 year anniversary of my Transformers Prime fanfic: War and Wings. As part of the celebration, I'm planning to edit each of the chapters, as well as release new artwork for each chapter. Don't worry; I'm not going to change anything major. I just want to edit for readability and to close up some plot holes that were missed during the initial release. So, to kick things off, I think it's high time that Io gets her own reference sheet.

I'm also including an extended biography, since we really don't get to delve much into her backstory in WAW.

Here’s a link to chapter one of the fic (unedited as of right now...but that’ll change once I finish another character ref).

https://www.deviantart.com/praxcrown5/art/War-and-Wings-Chapter-1-part-1-Truth-or-Dare-304027044

Enjoy

Name: Io of Nova Cronum Age: Approximately 250, 000 earth years (by the time WaW starts) Profession: Medic and CaranologistStatus: Offline Eons before the Decepticon/Autobot war, Io studied caranology--a mathematically intensive subdicipline of enerology--under the tutelage of Flash Point and Olefin, two prominent researchers in Nova Cronum. The two scientists used their power and influence to collect Io as a raw protoform from the Well of Allsparks. They took the protoform back to their lab and used Olefin's knowledge of protoform matter to shape her body, giving her her first altmode (hovercraft). She would begin studying caranology as soon as she finished her general education courses at the Iacon Academy. Within a few dozen vorns, she had advanced so much in the field that 'bots, including her formers, began calling her a "prodigy," and she was sent to the Nova Cronum Research Institution to hone her studies. She would continue on there until just before the Rust Plague forced Cybertron to destroy it's expansive space bridge network. With energon supplies dwindling due to rampant use in the ages prior, Io would rejoin her formers and together with a cabal of other scientists, would begin the seemingly impossible task of trying to create synthetic energon. During the age of Rust, Io would be introduced to the world of underground gladiatorial combat by one of her research partners. She never participated in any matches, as her body wasn't designed for combat. However, she would become sympathetic to calls for social equality that were being expounded by bots like councilor Soundwave, Orion Pax and Megatron. As time went on, the functionism of old began to regain steam, and many bots in the research caste began to draw ever more arbitrary lines between themselves and those whom they considered socially inferior. When Io's own research cabal began to drift in this direction, Io left in protest. Her formers didn't want her to go, as they felt that her viewpoints may help influence the rest of the cabal, but ultimately left the decision up to her. She flew to Kaon where she became a vocal supporter of Megatron and his more radical ideas of social reform. After Halogen's assassination, she would side with Megatron and his "decepticons", hoping that her knowledge of caranology could be put to good use. However, she soon found out that the 'Cons cared little for what they considered "intellectual pursuits," and after being dismissed by Shockwave, was sent to the Kaon slums to serve as a medic and prostitute. She was reformatted into a jet to make her more appealing to Decepticon soldiers. Despite hating her new life, her talents in "medicine" earned her some sympathy from her y'vst, and she was allowed to leave the slums from time to time to practice flying and marksmanship in the nearby Sonic Canyons. Eventually, her favorable reputation in the slums (combined with a bribe of several thousand shanix) earned her a place in an aerial gladitorial match called the toib'ai'lov Tournament. She earned high enough marks that she was recruited to the 4th tactical bombing division under Commander Dreadwing, where she would partake in numerous, aerial offensives against Autobot ground forces. Between battles, her medical skills were still used to "boost morale," and as time went on, she began to wonder if joining the Decepticons was really worth all of the pain. Eventually, the Decepticon front reached Praxis, and the ensuing stalemate saw a pause in the war. Megatron, furious over the outcome, ordered Bruticus Maxiumus, and a legion of loyal gladiators, to invade Nova Cronum. The citizens of the city were given an ultimatum: Join Megatron or die. The citizens, including Io's formers, held fast to their position of neutrality, and were slaughtered. The city was shelled until nothing was left in the aftermath but pools of molten slag. When news of Nova Cronum reached Kaon, Io deflected. If Megatron was willing to inflict such horrors upon unarmed scientists, what was to stop him from doing the same to his own followers.? She flew to the ruins of Praxis, ripped out her decepticon insignia in front of the startled Autobots allowed herself to be shackled and carted off to Iacon where she was interrogated by Prowl for nearly three orns. Once it was discovered that she was a very qualified medic and caranologist, she was sent to the Iacon Academy and assigned to an old scientist named Drive System. Drive System, suffering from Decepticon prejudice and jealous that Io was more talented of a scientist than him, attempted to blackmail her for her research. Io, in a blind rage, tries to kill him, but is apprehended quickly and sent to the decagon. After ten orns of confinement, her probation begins and she is sent to the Iacon Clinic and Triage Facility to serve as Ratchet's shield and assistant. https://www.deviantart.com/praxcrown5/art/War-and-Wings-Chapter-1-part-1-Truth-or-Dare-304027044

#transformers #tfp #tfpratchet #tfp ratchet #tfp fanfiction #transformers prime #transformers prime fanfiction #decepticon #autobot #decepticons #autobots #war and wings #megatron #cybertron #cybertronian

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botboots · 9 months

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Saw that your requests were open so what about TFP cons with an adorkable teen human reader? A really close friend (the emotional support bundle of joy™) that is really artistic, kind, understanding and just a pure cinnamon roll, what would be the bots reaction to the lil' human? Optimus, Ratchet,Bulkhead, Arcee, BB, and if you do the kids then the kids. If not the other bots, stay safe!

im back!! so sorry for the long ass wait, had so much going on in my life recently (graduating, going back home, etc.) but hopefully i'll be back to posting somewhat regularly! tysm for the continuous support :] love seeing the notifs pop up every day this is one of the first asks in my inbox (and i completely forgot that the prompt said reader was part of the cons... whoops) and i've wanted to get it done for a while now! have so many more to get through but will get them done eventually - this isn't the best but its cute <3 and you can 100% tell who my favs are lmao warnings: none word count: 939 (GN reader)

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Optimus:

he finds your outlook on things is a nice change of pace compared to the more pessimistic views that some members of the team can have at times

values your compassion greatly, often turning to you as a confidant over the time you’ve gotten to know each other. a mission went wrong and he’s putting all the blame on himself? you’re there to reassure him in a heartbeat, reminding him that he did his best and there’s always another chance; you keep him grounded

has an innate interest in art and writing - he used to be an archivist, after all

so he enjoys watching you indulge in your hobby, your excitement about it reminds him of his younger years of being a clerk at iacon when he would become giddy over a newfound archaic text

he’s very fond of you and makes sure you know it, taking note of the small things you like and getting you whatever little gift he can manage to find - genuinely thinks you’re cute and likes seeing you happy :]

Ratchet:

while it may have taken him a little longer than the others to warm up to you fully, he grew to start looking forward to your company (despite his his best efforts to hide it)

he appreciates your quiet company; you’re much less rambunctious than both the other humans and his own team - you complain a lot less too, probably one of his favorite qualities about you

like optimus, your bubbly attitude gives him a much needed break from the dreary duties that come with being the autobot medic

you often find yourselves working in tandem, with you sitting on the couch working on your newest project while he stands at his terminal typing away. occasionally you’ll walk over with a nervous smile, and with a roll of his optics he’ll lower a servo for you to climb into and lift you up onto the corner of the console, huffing when you chirp a thank you before the both of you quietly return to your tasks (he enjoys it, really)

while he’s not one to vent his frustrations to you, he’ll always be open to listen to you vent about yours. even if he doesn’t respond with much, he’ll offer logical solutions and observations for whatever issue you’re having

Bulkhead:

the big guy loves art, having been exposed to his fair share of it by miko, and is very encouraging when it comes to your projects

he might not get some of the nuances or meanings of the things you make, but he tries - oftentimes making you laugh a bit at the sheer amount he misses. it’s endearing though, and you appreciate the effort

too fidgety to sit and watch you do anything for too long, but he’ll offer to drive you to a vista for some inspiration while he does his usual scouting routes, miko tagging along of course. she’ll probably bring her sketchbook with her and sit next to you and draw, chattering the entire time while blasting some music from her ipod, offering you one of her earbuds

Arcee:

similar to ratchet she takes a while to get used to you, a little cold at first to your attempts at friendliness

she notices how happy you seem to make everyone else and eventually makes a legitimate pass at being friendly despite how awkward it feels

but with how eagerly you accept it she doesn’t feel as bad, sighing in relief as you immediately start filling her in on how much you’ve enjoyed your time with the autobots

she’s not much of a conversationalist (especially when it comes to humans) so your chattiness is almost a relief - not having to keep up fake interest and energy with someone puts her in a more comfortable position; especially since you’re not one to comment on it like others tend to

will sit and watch you work on whatever your newest project is, a comfortable silence shared between the two of you

rambles about random stuff from her past sometimes - you turn out to be one of the few people she trusts enough to mindlessly dump her thoughts to, both good and bad

Bumblebee:

one of the first to get to know you, overly excited about having a fresh face around

super curious when he sees you working on something, a barrage of questions translated from mechanical chirps and whirrs with the help (and annoyance) of ratchet

he’ll actually try and mimic some of your art on the walls of hidden ditches where he and rafael hang out, excitedly bringing you along to show off his latest work and buzzing happily when you praise it

will eventually, with your encouragement, try and make something original - he ends up finding it pretty soothing and an easier way to feel understood; communicating his feelings without words can be unsurprisingly helpful for someone who can’t use any of his own

you’ll spend hours hanging out and working on your stuff - he likes when you help him with his own art, adding your own brushstrokes to the concrete wall

he’ll let you sit up on his shoulder just to watch him make whatever he feels like making, or even just taking you on joyrides in the desert where he doesnt need to worry about anything going wrong

while it’s usually you, him and raf hanging out he does enjoy spending solo time with you - usually in silence or one-sided conversations, but you understand each other well enough without words

will also figure out what your favorite songs are and surprise you with them; he loves when you get all giddy about literally anything

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