You know what, I'm glad TF: ONE is introducing the possibility of a naive D-16 (Megatron) meeting an already manipulative Starscream. Because it's a shame that in IDW, this pookie version of Megatron never met the tax-evading politician Starscream.
I just love the premise that, whenever Maxima or Lithia go "(Character Name), I needed that!"
Ratchet, who could be anywhere from the next room over, to on a whole other planet, just gets hit with this sudden, inexplicable feeling of pride pulsing from deep within his spark.
YES!
Ratchet just knows when his nieces/ daughter does something that makes him swell with pride.
It is an extra sense he acquired over time.
Some examples are and not limited to...
Maxima: *Sees Smokescreen crush her paper mache volcano that she had been working on with Raf all afternoon* Smokescreen! I needed that!
Ratchet: *By his work station* What is this feeling...
Lithia showing Bumblebee how to correctly use a laser scalpel
Lithia: Bee your holding it wrong--
Bee accidentally cuts another tool with the laser,
Lithia: *Taking a big vent* Bee... I was going to need that for later.
Ratchet: *Picking up Raf from school* There it is again.
Raf: What's there again?
Ratchet: A sense of pride in someone else...
Ophelia and Steve helping Fix-it fix a stasis pods door.
Ophelia: I think we are just about--
Steve: *Sees a large shadow rapidly descending on the group and scoops his Conjunx and Fix-it before it came crashing down*
The three of them look over at a fallen Sideswipe as he gets a mangled tool from his backside.
Ophelia: Sideswipe! We need that.
Sideswipe: Oops...
Ratchet: *On the road somewhere* ...Where is this coming from...
Rapidfire: *Trying to fix the ship* Can someone pass me my wrench?
CRUNCH!
Rapidfire looks at a guilty Bulkhead and a squashed wrench under his pede.
Rapidfire: *Takes a deep vent* Bulkhead, I needed that!
Ratchet:*In one of the storage rooms* ... I feel understood somehow... maybe I should get in an extra hour of recharge...
Bonus!
Iron Bolt is the official name for Bulkhead's daughter with the opposite personality
Iron Bolt: * under the main computers desk fixing a glitch in the system*: Can someone pass me the flashlight?
CRUNCH!
Iron Bolt immediately comes out from the desk to see Wheeljack holding the lob ball and the bits of the flashlight on the floor.
Iron Bolt glares at the Wrecker.
Iron Bolt: Uncle Wheeljack, I needed that!
Wheeljack: Sorry kiddo.
Ratchet: *Just walking into the base* My mood has just gotten better for some reason...
ughgughgughhgjhh imagine having a married life with both drift and rodimus 😩😩 I love them sm your honor 😔
I love them too your honor!!
Ouhhh married life with driftrod 👀 so much delicious scenarious.
Theyre both very affectionate bots but only one of them seems to have any semblance of care for their poor humans's boundaries lmaoo (it's definitely not Rodimus). Hot samurai boyfriend!!! Aghhh.
Domestic au is eating me up rn. Imagine having a nice cottage in the country side, living with large ass robots that frequently travel on their spaceship. to battle aliens and the like, coming back home sometimes with missing limbs, chassis dented, and purple goo coating their entire paint job.
—
A large explosion rattled the ground. The freshly washed plates you had just loaded in the rink clinked in tandem of the seismic movement and you rushed outside, panicking if another comet had crash landed on your cornfield—
But the sight of two bots, tall looking shadows, blue optics ablaze, halted your confusion.
"I had advised him it was inefficient to go for the more organic creatures." Drift began, wincing as he plucked out a tendril wedged between his chassis. "Obviously, he didn't listen."
"Great. Now, the blaming happens." Rodimus huffs and crossed his arms. The pungent smell of rotten meat purged your nostrils. You can only assume the thin sheen of green substance coating your lover was the source. "You weren't so prissy a second ago when I saved your aft from that monster, weren't you?"
"The explosion?!" You had threw up your arms. "Don't tell me you landed in the cornfields, again Rodimus or I swear to god i'll—"
"Worse, actually." Drift grins and jerks a digit behind but Rodimus interjects with a whine
"What? He's got like six more, I'm sure one loss wouldn't kill the guy."
Prowls love language,,,hmmm he's definitely not the vocal type. I doubt he'd be the one barraging his s/o with 'i love you's or pretty compliments all the time. He likes expressing his love through his gestures. Disgruntling snuggling up to his human after a long day's work, coming behind them, arms around their waist and chin on their shoulder — or just completely collapsing on top of them lmaoo. On random days he'll stop by your cubicle with a quick imperceptible kiss on your nose before striding off to tend his duties. At meetings, he'll rub your little head with a digit while he listens. When he's not feeling affectionate, he'll express it through giving you a cup of coffee, treats and snacks. Hnngmgm I want this man so bad,,,,