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magicalbuffalotransformerman · 6 months

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two of them

[one's not from here.]

...

[an exhausted groundrumbler wakes up from an unexpected nap. it's sure been a while since he's had any good naps, but this one was needed all the same... hell, he'll probably need another one if he turns out sour. doesn't like being sour.]

[he also remembers the unexpected guest he met last night, who's graciously provided their lap for him to rest on. sleeping on another's leg's isn't normally this comfortable for groundrumbler... he'll have to try it more often.]

[welp. day's gotta get suffered through one way or another. groundrumbler uses his early morning post-nap strength to straighten up and rise from off of his guest's legs, slumping onto his feet and stretching his arms above his head. he turns to see if the guest is still asleep.]

[yeah. he's out like a light. must've needed the sleep from hiding out in that insufferable weather - groundrumbler doesn't blame him. in fact, he probably needs a pick-me-up after all of that trudging that groundrumbler expects him to have done to get here.]

[scratching his armored belly, groundrumbler turns towards the bedroom door again and waddles his way to the kitchen. unlocking sequence takes a couple seconds - mostly because of the heavy duty locks inside the doors - but it slides up as well as any other day, so groundrumbler doesn't bother to complain.]

[hey look, it's the kitchen. cool. what isn't cool is the fact that groundrumbler doesn't have a clue on what the guest would want after a nap. would he want a cube of energon? engex? some of the special stuff? hell, maybe he's a coffee guy. only a guess can tell at this rate, so groundrumbler settles for a cube of energon. two, actually - an alcoholic one for himself and a normal one for chiliad.]

[entering his room again, groundrumbler stubs one of his feet against the doorframe, biting his tongue hard enough to draw blood to avoid waking chiliad. as he hobbles forward on one foot instead of two, he barely makes it to the bed, placing chiliad's cube on the bedside table and sitting down next to him.]

[...he seems like he's in a pretty deep sleep.]

[...fuck it.]

[groundrumbler gently taps his cube of energon against chiliad's mask, which causes the latter to stir quite a bit. retracting his arm, groundrumbler watches on as chiliad wakes up.]

C: aw, geez... how... [chiliad rubs his mask, dazed and a little confused.] ...how long was i out for?

GR: bout as long as i was. ten hours, give or take. g'mornin', sunshine.

C: [a gentle chuckle.] g'morning. i see you're starting the day off strong, eh? [he uses a lazy digit to point at groundrumbler's cube of energon for emphasis.]

GR: yeah, you could say that. i got you one, too - a normal one. hope that's cool.

C: you shouldn't have. [a joke. he grabs the cube of energon off of the bedside table, cracking it open.] thank you kindly.

GR: you're welcome. gotta treat a guest with respect, eh?

[chiliad emits another chuckle at groundrumbler's reply, quite chill with his behavior so far.]

C: so... [he sips his energon with a straw.] any leads on your leader, or is that classified?

GR: [he returns a chuckle of his own.] as of right now, they've found a large autobot base operating along the shores of northern canada - somewhere in yukon, i reckon.

C: cool. buncha turrets and security guards?

GR: i hope not. no one's told me much beyond where it is. [he takes a sip of his energon.] pretty irritating.

[chiliad simply nods solemnly in regards to this. he knows what it's like to have a right to info that you're not getting, and how it could eat away at someone. saw it happen to someone back in the day.]

C: ...i appreciate your hospitality, by the way. quite the welcome change from the usual business of 'get in, get out'. though i do have a question about it; why?

GR: ?

C: why'd you keep me here?

GR: well... [he lets out a sigh, thinking of the right words to match what he's feeling about last night.] ... it's... lonely, not having anyone around. as much as i enjoy the peace and quiet, with occasional drinks to keep me company... i miss having my friends in arm's reach.

[chiliad gives groundrumbler a nod, listening intently.]

GR: that, and i fear that you may have been working with my sister. y'see, me an' her have some serious beef - i'll spare you the details - and she's been hunting me for a while now. feeds into my loneliness, really; if i don't have anyone around to protect me from her, i get antsy and short-fused.

C: i see. feel good to get that off your chest?

GR: ...[he averts his gaze, towards a wall.]

C: ...you want a hug?

[a gentle huff escaping his body, groundrumbler leans into chiliad's body and wraps his arms around the other's torso.]

[chiliad reciprocates, of course. poor bastard looked like he was gonna start tearing up, it's only polite that he'd offer a hug.]

[...feels like he's not gonna be moving any time soon. chiliad snuggles into the bed a little more to make himself more comfortable. in response, groundrumbler snuggles deeper into chiliad.]

[fuck it. war machine nap time.]

#groundrumbler #mbtm!chiliad #magicalMILDnsfw #(mild amounts of alcoholism + plausible amounts of swearing)#(+ fuck it. i'm gonna go through all of my 4.000+ reblogs and tag them as reblogs)

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magicalbuffalotransformerman · 6 months

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[so bonecrusher's missing.]

[most of the gang has been sent out to go find his ass - minus groundrumbler. our little groundhog's been tasked with home defense, just in case any ruffians want to steal anything while everyone else is out playing.]

[...and since this is groundrumbler, he's plastered off his ass and more bored than a 2x4. so what's a bored alcoholic shortstack to do?]

[why, snoop around the base!]

[so, with this idea popping into groundrumbler's head, he slides off of the couch, takes a little bit to get off of the floor, and stumbles down the hallway.]

GR: 'n'... where t' go from here...

...

GR: ...ah.

[he decides that his first destination is gonna be: the offroader brothers' {see: dirtbuster, hitchhiker, terraterror} shared bedroom. with those guys out investigating the saharan desert, who knows what they'll do once they find out what groundrumbler's been doing while they've been gone.]

[groundrumbler lazily rests his hand against the doorpad, wandering through a second later.]

[...ah. it's. a lot messier than he expected. exhibit a: he just stepped in a pile of guts. not something he expected from anyone aside from bonecrusher, but, eh... well. it's certainly something.]

[groundrumbler takes this opportunity to just. not. so he turns around and closes the door behind him to go investigate another bedroom. but who's?]

[well, footmuncher's, o'course. for obvious reasons, groundrumbler already knows pretty much what to expect from the chopper's bedroom. moments after thinking about what else he might expect from it, groundrumbler presses the doorpad and walks on in.]

[...yup. ropes of hardened cum. and it's goddamn everywhere. smells strongly of marshmallows, though, so that's... well, not much better but it's a start.]

GR: [drunk gibberish.]

[he closes the door as he walks out, not wanting much else to do with that mess. so, a pile of guts and a room lousy with cumwebbing. what else?]

[fuck it, groundrumbler considers his own bedroom. heading for the door, he pops it open.]

[the walls of his bedroom are wooden in the same way that you'd expect to find an old-fashioned mansion's walls to be. his bed is soft and comfy, his little multi-task desk is where it should be.]

[...and there's an intruder. matte black paintjob, eyes aren't visible from where groundrumbler's standing.]

???: [mumbling to itself as it searches through one of groundrumbler's drawers.]

[groundrumbler has a couple of ideas on what to do in this sort of situation, but not why this fellow cybertronian's in his bedroom. he chooses to take a risk and announce himself with a human technique: a simple 'ahem'.]

[the intruder's head swerves over to look at groundrumbler, its face covered with part of a mask. the right eyehole's built like one of those annoying ass 2008 shutter shades, whereas the left is a slit. red light flows through both holes.]

???: ...uhm.

[groundrumbler squints his eyes a bit as he tries to place where he recognizes this bot from.]

[then it hits him. this bot - based on a silent scan - took the form of a/the imponte duke o'death. why? who knows. what groundrumbler does know, however, is that he's not gonna let some grim reaper imposter rifle through his shit.]

GR: what're you doin' 'ere?

???: just window shopping for some info, 's all.

GR: what info?

[the intruder seems to shudder a bit as it considers its next words.]

???: ...familial documents?

[groundrumbler blinks a couple of times, his thoughts immediately turning to his sister. fuck, if this guy's with his sister...]

GR: [he grabs his dozer blade from off of his back.] who sent you?

???: some dozer chick. i don't know her personally, just that she wants to uh... in her words, 'confirm some suspicions?'

GR: 'dozer chick'...

[he emits a low growl. this bot isn't gonna get out alive if it means keeping his location safe from his sister.]

GR: hands out o' the drawer.

[the intruder takes its hands out of groundrumbler's drawer, closing it and keeping them where he can see 'em.]

???: i take it you... have some beef with this chick.

GR: it's more th'n beef.

???: ...ah. should i- should i go? i'm gonna go-

[before the imposter can get to the window, groundrumbler grapples its waist with both hands and pulls it backward a bit.]

GR: nah, c'mere.

[with a noise of exertion, groundrumbler pushes the intruder onto his bed and closes the window so it can't escape.]

GR: so... i guess i need t' install better s'curity.

[he shuffles over to his bed, climbing in and sitting next to the intruder. he doesn't seem too pissed about the intruder breaking into his bedroom for some reason.]

GR: what's yer name?

???: ...chiliad.

GR: mm. allegiance?

C: i don't have one. mostly just working for those who pay me the most.

[groundrumbler slumps over to lay in chiliad's lap.]

GR: y'seem oddly comfy fer someone who's jus' been caught intrudin'.

C: well... the dozer chick isn't paying me much. not much worry there- how much have you had to drink?

GR: ...bunch.

C: [slight chuckle.] i bet. this place seems a bit big for one bot to hang out in, eh?

GR: yeh. 'bout that... leader-esque guy went missing an' everyone else is searchin' for him.

C: damn, that sucks. you want me to keep you company?

GR: depends. yue a lightweight?

C: [another low chuckle.] yeah, a bit. hope that doesn't kill the mood.

GR: nah, nah, anything'll fly here. jus' don't make any attemps on anyone's lives 'n' you're fine... speaking o' which: name's groundrumbler. nice t' meet'cha.

C: likewise... guess you don't mind if i take a quick nap here?

GR: mm.

[chiliad emits a final chuckle before pulling groundrumbler up by the chest, snuggling with him as they both go for a nice nap, just the two of them.]

#groundrumbler #magicalNSFW #(cobwebs but... grosser. also alcoholic robot)#(+ gut imagery and home invasion.)#(+ new guy.)#(the new guy and the home invasion are correlated.)

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magicalbuffalotransformerman · 9 months

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[surprise.]

[bonecrusher and footmuncher are laying down on the couch, one delirious from post-repairs drugs, the other delirious from just waking up and trying to go back to sleep. in that order, yes.]

[they've been laying there for about an hour now.]

[...some brain cells rub together in footmuncher's head.]

FM: ...boney?

BC: ?

FM: didn't you say your older brother's coming over?

BC: ...mmm. why.

FM: i'unno if he's gonna be comfy in here.

BC: mmngh. [incomprehensible].

FM: you sure?

BC: [also incomprehensible].

FM: fair. you know him best, i trust your judgement.

BC: [more incomprehensibility].

FM: shit, really? i wanted to go back to sleep.

BC: [he shrugs, the gesture followed by further incomprehensibility.]

FM: ...alright.

[the two continue to lay on the couch in silence. cuddling a little bit and waiting for bonecrusher's brother to come on down.]

[...eventually, he arrives. a knock on the bunker door wakes the two couch potatoes up from their brief naps.]

FM: ...guess that's him. i'm gonna go answer the door.

BC: h.. no, it's fine. i got i- [severe pain shoots through all of bonecrusher's chassis, leading him to collapse back down onto the couch as he attempts to get up.]

FM: it's okay, boney. let me handle it this time, eh? get some more rest. you'll be fine.

BC: ...k.

[without wasting any more time, footmuncher goes to open the bunker door.]

[gravedigger finishes chugging a cube of regular energon, tossing it into a large storage crate fitted to be a rolling suitcase, and greeting footmuncher.]

GD: well, hell-o. aren't you a stunning chunka steel alloy.

FM: hi, yourself. bonecrusher's brother, i assume?

GD: eyup. name's gravedigger, wanted to pop in to see how the lil bro's doin'. life updates 'n' all that.

FM: cool. come on in, it's freezing cold outside and i bet you're already starting to crust over.

[gravedigger nods and grabs his suitcase, walking in as footmuncher closes the bunker door behind him. he places the suitcase on the kitchen counter, making himself at home as he tosses the emptied energon cube into the sink.]

FM: anything else in there, if you mind me asking?

GD: nah, not much. just a bunch of high-tech equipment. [he takes out an experimental weapon blueprint, handing it to footmuncher.] have a look at this. took a couple nights to develop the idea and i wanted to get some peer reviews down.

[footmuncher examines the weapon blueprint. it's for a medium-sized shoulder-mounted mini rocket pod system, connected to a large ammunitions pack system, seemingly fitted to attach to one's back and around the thighs. reminds him of a minigun.]

FM: what is this, a minigun for self-propelled rockets?

GD: that's the idea. i didn't build it with efficiency in mind, just wanted to have some fun. what do you think?

FM: hmm. pretty neat. i wonder if the other guys would like it.

GD: ooh, other guys? how many are there in here?

FM: bunch'a 'em. there's a couple tanks, a couple MLRS vehicles, some aeroplanes, a couple trucks. one of the MLRSs is a huge truck, and the other is a tank. there's even a dump truck in here.

GD: [he nods, intrigued.] and where's the bro?

FM: on the couch.

[bonecrusher waves his hand.]

BC: hey guts

GD: hey, bones malone. been a while. [he hobbles over to the couch, looking over and peering at his brother.] yeesh, you've been in better shape. how's it hummin'?

BC: not well. had to get another repair this week. i feel like patchie's starting to get tired of it.

GD: mmm. wanna cuddle your big bro for a bit?

BC: mhm

[gravedigger picks bonecrusher up off of the couch.]

GD: how's about a quick tour around the base?

FM: sure. come on over, have a look through some doors.

[gravediggers does so.]

[first door: patchwork's office. unfortunately, patchwork's neglected to remember that bonecrusher's bro was coming over today, and decided to take a ride on his favorite dildo. he looks up at his office door, does a double take, and whips his lab coat on.]

PW: [ahem-] apologies! i forgot you were coming over! hi!

GD: hey. your dick's glowing through your coat.

[patchwork looks down at the coat. sure enough, his dick is glowing through. he's embarrassed enough as it is.]

GD: we can talk after you're done. sorry for intrudin', doc.

[footmuncher closes the door, leaving patchwork to finish up while glowing rainbow and blue.]

[next door: bonecrusher's room, with a couple of drunks on the bed.]

[gravedigger leans in, looking around. couple of closets, couple of bedside tables. massive woman sleepin' on the bed. bulldozer dude next to massive woman chuggin' a cube. groundrumbler finishes the swig and looks over to the door.]

GR: howdy.

GD: nice to meet ya. i'ouno if you know me or not, but just incase ya don't, name's gravedigger. i'm bonecrusher's big brother.

GR: mm. groundrumbler, resident drunk... well, i drink the most, at least.

GD: who's the big lady?

GR: her name's rocketjumper. boney's married to her and they're both extremely horny for eachother. i ain't the same.

GD: built like a tank and fucks like one too, i imagine?

GR: what else would you expect? [chuckle]

GD: not much, really. haven't met a bot i can't fuck to a grey state yet, i'm sure she might be the one to put me in my own. er- if he's okay with that.

GR: they're polyamorous, don't worry about it.

GD: oh, nice. ...haven't heard that term before, though?

GR: neither of them really give a shit about who the other fucks, but they both have restrictions for the other. boney doesn't want rocketjumper fucking any Primes, and rockie doesn't want bonecrusher fucking any spiderformers.

GD: any reasons you're okay sharing?

GR: bonecrusher hates optimus prime - one of them. - and rockie's got a really personal reason about it. i think she might pummel me if i tell you.

GD: fair enough. here. [he places bonecrusher down on the bed.] take care of bonecrusher for a bit. gonna go continue my tour.

GR: a'ight. enjoy the tour.

GD: thanks. have a nice night, groundrumbler.

GR: you too.

[gravedigger leaves his brother with groundrumbler and rocketjumper, continuing to follow footmuncher throughout the base.]

GD: right. tour guide, where to next?

FM: hmm... how'zabout a quick pit stop over to my room? it's... well, not in the best shape ever, but it's still presentable, i think.

GD: we'll see. right down here?

FM: yep. [he opens the door to his bedroom.] have a peek.

[gravedigger does as asked. inside is, surprisingly enough, a room. one that looks like a metaphorical clothing bomb went off in there.. and reeks of unholy smells.]

GD: [due to how gravedigger's 'nose' systems work, he can only barely smell the foul stench.] ...what the hell is that smell?

FM: that... would be cum stains.

GD: cum stains.

FM: ...yeh.

[gravedigger blinks once at footmuncher, taking a moment to think about what he's gonna say next.]

GD: ...i knew bonecrusher told me he lived with some weird bots, but i didn't expect 'doesn't clean cum stains out of their room'-level weird.

FM: [short giggle.] yeah... sorry. it's been a while since i've actually slept in here. hey, off-topic question, who are your progenitors?

GD, catching FM offguard: ancient graves in the sea of rust.

FM: [blink] i... see. i'm sorry to hear that.

GD: nah, don't be. as long as i and bonecrusher function, as far as i care, they still function in spirit. been a while since i visited... i feel mean.

FM: well, better late than never! always nice to check in on your progenitors, whenever you can.

GD: mm. anyway, about the cum stains... how often?

FM: it's... mostly an 'on again, off again' sort of deal. sometimes, i'm absolutely rowdy, and other times i can't be bothered. why do you ask?

GD: just getting information on the dudes my bro lives with. seeing if you're trustworthy. y'know, older brother type shit.

FM: yeah. yeah, understandable, alright. any other rooms you wanna see?

GD: do you guys have a spare room?

FM: i think so! we keep a couple alternate universe bonecrushers in there.

GD: ...[blink.] real?

FM: totally!

GD: can i see?

FM: absolutely!

[footmuncher leads gravedigger by the hand down to the spare room, almost sprinting down the hallway in doing so.]

[he quietly opens the door. there's a large robot in the middle of the room, with a robot leaning against the near wall wearing a crown, and another, extremely rusty robot leaning against the crown-wearing bot.]

[gravedigger's attention is being tossed between the massive bot in the middle of the room and the two by the near wall.]

FM: sooo, whaddaya think?

GD: ...huh. cool!

FM: hell yeah. anywho, you wanna come see airstrike?

GD: m'alright.

[poppin' over to bonecrusher.]

BC: ...

GR: so, how's the recovery coming along?

BC: i do not feel good.

GR: yeah, stitches will do that to ya. i'm sure you'll be fine eventually. just take some time to rest. don't drink too much energon. the usual.

BC: mhm

GR: do ya want me to stick around?

BC: mhm

[groundrumbler takes a seat on the bed, resting next to bonecrusher.]

[bonecrusher wraps his arms around groundrumbler and pulls him closer, nestling his neck onto groundrumbler's shoulder.]

GR: ah. clever. [he chuckles, hugging bonecrusher in return.] you gonna conk out soon, 'crusher?

BC: m

GR: understandable. i'll be here when you wake up. [he pats his hunchback.] enjoy your nap.

BC: mm

[bonecrusher falls unconscious, snoozing in groundrumbler's arms.]

[now back to his brother.]

[gravedigger is sitting on the couch with footmuncher, chilling out with him. they both seem pretty tired.]

FM: ...so how did you like the tour?

GD: that shit went hard. not the best tour ever, but i had a nice view the entire time, so it's fine.

FM: [he emits a slight chuckle.] why, thank you. d'ya wanna have a nap?

GD: fuck yeah, dude.

[footmuncher pulls gravedigger down with him and cuddles with him on the couch.]

[gravedigger wraps his arms around footmuncher's waist, softly holding him close. footmuncher reciprocates.]

[overall, a pretty good night, eh?]

#ROTF!gravedigger #mbtm!bonecrusher #footmuncher #patchwork #groundrumbler #rocketjumper #magicalMILDnsfw #(alcohol. swearin. innuendos. injured robo. the Youzhe.)#(+ took a long time to post this one.)#(sorry lol.)

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magicalbuffalotransformerman · 9 months

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[been a while since i did a lore post. sorry for the wait if you actually wanted to see my garbage lol. got a good couple of fics in the works right now. otherwise. enjoy this. i guess.]

[devastator's rolling around on the moon. intel says that there's an autobot outpost up here that lord megatron wants gone. he cites personal reasons. devastator assumes that his personal time's been interrupted more than once by the outpost somehow.]

[devastator spots a shining light across the vast lunar valley, so he stops to spy on whatever's casting it from long range. turns out: yup. autobot outpost. big one, too.]

D: lunar rover to ground control, i've spotted the target. how copy, over?

['ground control', in this case nebula, responds.]

N: loud and clear, lunar rover. give 'em a good old-style whoppin' for the boys back home. over.

D: roger, moving to devastate. over and out.

[devastator begins rolling once more, crossing the kilometer worth of valley between his cliff and the outpost's front gate in a couple of minutes.]

[An Autobot security personnel halts the unknown vehicle in its tracks.]

Guard: This is a high-tech Autobot outpost! Identify yourself!

[devastator aims for the face, and obliterates him.]

[The Autobot is decapitated, and his corpse glides smoothly away from the impact point, before coming to a controlled stop against the wall.]

[since sound doesn't travel on the moon very well, someone would've had to have seen this happen for the alarm to begin blaring... unfortunately for devastator, someone did see this happen, and so the alarm's lights flash red across the outpost.]

[devastator blasts the gate apart, and rolls in to fight the autobots inside.]

[...it only takes 30 minutes.]

D, in need of repairs: lunar rover to ground control: outpost liberated. what's next; over?

N: discussing what's next with the boys back at base. sit tight. over and out.

[devastator transforms, relishing in the destruction he caused to the lunar outpost while he waits for clarification. he hops around on one foot, the opposite leg's hip actuator having been damaged.]

N: boys. what's next?

BC: how's the outpost? any damage to speak of?

N: oh, yeah. it's damn well devastated.

BC: good to hear. let's have marrowbomber haul devastator and any good loot out from the wreck and call it mission accomplished.

N: i hear ya. transmitting to devs.

BC: make sure he returns in one piece - marrowbomber too. i hear the moon's dust particles are particularly brutal against our metal.

N: understood.

N: ground control to lunar rover: you're free to haul any worthwhile loot out from the outpost and get it home. over.

D: alright. how will i get it home; over?

N: same way you got to the surface: marrowbomber; over.

D: affirmative; moving to locate and contain the good stuff. over and out.

[devastator searches the compound for some good loot to bring home, and finds a bunch of resources such as experimental weapon blueprints and schematics for new vehicle modes. he even finds a nice lunar rover to bring along for the ride.]

[marrowbomber sets down next to the outpost.]

MB: shuttle to lunar rover. howdy.

D: hey, air support. what took you so long?

MB: had to stretch my legs. you don't know how stressful it is to try and fly in an atmosphereless environment in a conventional jet form.

D: i pray to never find out. here; i got some good stuff from the wreck. moving it inside your hold now.

[marrowbomber waits patiently for devastator to get it all in, and get in himself.]

MB: alright... where to now?

D: home sweet home. i trust you'll get home fine?

MB: ...pray to primus.

[marrowbomber takes off with a little bit of effort, escaping the moon's gravity swiftly and trying his god-damndest to get home safe and sound.]

[it takes him quite the unholy amount of effort... but god damnit, he makes it to the earth's atmosphere. not without some trauma, of course. no one wants to be lost in space.]

MB: oh. oh, god. homeward bound! fuck...

[devastator whistles in a satisfied and grateful sort of tone.]

[muffled celebrations erupt over the comms.]

N: welcome back to antarctican airspace, marrowbomber!

MB: thanks for the warm reception. that was... fucking horrifying. i never want to do this shit again.

N: i hear ya loud and clear, don't you worry. i'm setting down now to greet ya properly.

MB: see you then.

[marrowbomber directs his attention to devastator.]

MB: devs?

D: that was some of the worst rattling i've heard yet. you gonna be okay, mate?

MB: i... do not think so, no. we need a dedicated shuttleformer. not me. never again.

D: yeah, i get that. you want some energon from my personal stash once we land?

MB: oh, fuck, please.

D: hah! you got it, big man.

[marrowbomber sets his wheels down onto the cold, icy runway once more, and skids to a stop.]

N: whey! how's the big man doin'?

MB: i need a nap. and probably therapy.

N: heh... yeah. understandable. i made a deal with bonecrusher, he'll let you rest for a few months if need be. take your time off, my man, you earned it. [she pats marrowbomber's wing.]

MB: yeah... thanks.

[devastator hobbles out of marrowbomber's cargo hold, and dirtbuster takes over storage duty.]

D: he says we need a dedicated shuttleformer. see you in the base.

[nebula nods in response.] N: sounds like a good idea.

[nebula sits with marrowbomber and chats with him about various topics while dirtbuster gets his cargo hold cleared.]

[it only takes dirtbuster a couple of minutes to haul the loot out of there, and pats his tail end to let him know he's free to transform.]

[marrowbomber transforms, kneeling on the ground and keeping his space sickness on the inside... somehow.]

N: ...hey, are you gonna be fine, marrow?

MB: [gag]... nope. wh... where's devs?

N: he's in the base. i saw him hobblin' pretty wobbly though. might be getting some repairs from patchwork.

MB: l... let patch know i might be sick.

N: yeah, you got it, homie. sit tight.

[nebula gets off of the ground and pats marrowbomber's shoulder, moving to let patchwork know.]

[he kneels there. his brain is spinning. his body is churning. everything feels like utter shit. he needs a drink. everything hurts. he can't think.]

[bonecrusher gets to marrowbomber's side, cuddling with him to keep him calm.]

BC: hey now, big guy... lay down, rest your head. you're gonna be fine, bomb bay.

[bonecrusher pushes marrowbomber over to the base, making sure not to put too much pressure on certain areas.]

[marrowbomber leans on the wall of the base, able to see inside through the window. he holds onto bonecrusher, grateful that he's being so comforting tonight. he keeps him close, needing some warmth from him.]

[bonecrusher nestles deep into marrowbomber's frame, cuddling him for as long as he needs.]

[noticing marrowbomber lookin' like shit outside the window, groundrumbler opens the window and hands marrowbomber a cube of energon to help him out.]

[well, ain't this nice.]

#mbtm!devastator #nebula #mbtm!bonecrusher #marrowbomber #dirtbuster #groundrumbler #i think that's all of them.#would tagging emetophobia be a good idea here. because. well. no one gets explicitly sick e.g.. That. but. well.#someone gets close #magicalNSFW #(plane man almost gets himself and a good friend killed x2 + swearing + alcoholism + panic attack)#(+ marrowbomber gets his mental shit rocked)

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magicalbuffalotransformerman · 1 year

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[bonecrusher and groundrumbler are drinking in the kitchen again.]

GR: so... then i said.. that... [hic]- that i, little ol' groundrumbler, did not enjoy what we were doin' together... an'...

BC: and... that's how you... became asexual.

GR: [he nods.]

BC: you need a hug?

GR: ...no. jus... acknowledgement.

BC: mmm. [he pats groundrumbler's back.] i respect that. you want another cube?

GR: hey, if you don't mind. i plan on getting pretty pissed tonight.

BC: hell yeah, man. [he extends an arm, grabbing a cube of chewy lime energon and placing it into groundrumbler's hand.]

GR: huh. chewy lime. never tried this one before, how is it?

BC: it's alright. wildly sour, consistency of tender meat. i personally hate it 'cuz of the texture, but curbstomper enjoys it.

GR: so it's basically sour jello... neat. [he opens the cube, slurping a bit of 'energello'.]

BC: [feeling his phone vibrate in a chest pocket, bonecrusher checks a notification. shortly after, he puts his phone back into the chest pocket.] hey, rockie wants cuddles again. you safe to drink by yourself?

GR: ...who else drinks this much?

BC: uhhhhh... airstrike? i think. or maybe overhaul. ask around, i guess. enjoy yourself, 'rumbler. [he pats groundrumbler's shoulder pad, before heading to his bedroom.]

#mbtm!bonecrusher #groundrumbler #magicalMILDnsfw #(alcoholism + the end of a discussion that would've made this magicalNSFW)#((that being how groundrumbler became asexual))

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magicalbuffalotransformerman · 1 year

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GR: yo i'm going out for lunch d'ya'll want anything

BC: The souls of the innocent.

FM: a bagel

BC: NO

FM: two bagels

RJ, down seasonally depressed: a will to live

GR: all i got is 20 bucks c'mon

FM: three bagels

#groundrumbler #bonejumper #footmuncher #yea i'm using the ship tag as a catchall for them being together. fuck are you gonna do about it #magicalbuffaloincorrectquotes

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magicalbuffalotransformerman · 1 year

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doorbell o clock

[bonecrusher installed a doorbell. it sounds like a warship horn and can be tuned to play music if desired. let's see how many times it rings throughout the first week of having it.]

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day one

[dawn. from 3 am to high noon, the doorbell never rang, not even once. no complaining, however. bonecrusher is reading a book that katyusha has written for him. lore. very nice.]

[from lunch to dinner, the door bell was rung only once. groundrumbler had to test it out because he had a load of precious materials in his hands. good to know it works.]

[dinner to midnight, same verse as the first. bonecrusher slept on the couch.]

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day two

[dawn. same as last midnight, and the first verse. bonecrusher enjoyed a mix of barbed wire energon and black coffee. 'helps the systems boot faster', he says.]

[lunch, through to dinner. vibemaster FINALLY gets back to base with katyusha's clothes. he was surprised by the new doorbell button, that's for sure. bonecrusher teased him about it, and thanked him mercilessly about getting katyusha's clothing. patchwork noticed a little injury under vibemaster's arm, and herded him into his office.]

[dinner to midnight. katyusha - rocking her clothes - and bonecrusher were sitting out in the kitchen for the entire night. they slept occasionally.]

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day three

[dawn, again. nothing important.]

[lunch to dinner. nothing important.]

[dinner to midnight. bonecrusher is staring in horror at a cybermail from... TARN. OH FUCK.]

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day four

[dawn. bonecrusher spent the last night staring at the cybermail. the bags under his optics grew.]

[lunch to dinner. rocketjumper came out to check on bonecrusher, and was not anything more relieved to see the cybermail he's read and reread and rereread and- you get the picture.]

[dinner to midnight. patchwork is reviewing the cybermail from tarn. he deduces that it's simply him wanting to catch up on things and bonecrusher was worrying for nothing.]

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day five

[dawn. bonecrusher's not convinced that tarn simply... decided to send a cybermail for catch-up, and is furiously and paranoidly reviewing the options over in his mind.]

[lunch - dinner. TARN POPPED BY -- and rang the doorbell. bonecrusher was uncomfortable for the entire meeting, wiggling in his seat and twitching all over. tarn was... a little offput by bonecrusher's own offputting, asking if he's alright. after the meeting was over, bonecrusher spent the rest of the day in the bathroom.]

[dinner to midnight. did you know transformers could puke?]

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day six

[dawn. rocketjumper's weekly freshening-up was interrupted by her seeing bonecrusher doubled over the toilet and weak to his atoms. she spent some time taking care of her husband.]

[lunch - dinner. rocketjumper handed the duty of taking care of bonecrusher to patchwork, a task he was quick to pick up.]

[dinner - midnight. katyusha and rocketjumper had a round of sex. no doorbell rings.]

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day seven

[dawn. nothing important.]

[lunch - dinner. bonecrusher's fine.]

[dinner - midnight. no visitors.]

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total doorbell rings: three. tarn:

simply wanted to chat with bonecrusher and keep tabs on him. no hostile intentions. quite suspicious, but... hey, he didn't bring harm to anyone, so it's probably fine.

vibemaster:

delivered katyusha's clothes after a long while of not being at the base. was kissed ruthlessly by katyusha as a result.

groundrumbler:

needed to get into the base, while having precious materials in his arms, and could not use the door. used the doorbell to get bonecrusher to let him in.

we're done here.

#magicalMILDnsfw #mbtm!bonecrusher #groundrumbler #vibemaster #autobot!rocketjumper #patchwork #tarn (one of them. will not specify who)#yeah that's all of them chief #more stuff to come lol #seeya

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magicalbuffalotransformerman · 1 year

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[the base lost power LMAO. the guys r fine though. their eyes (and footmuncher's (cock and) thighs) glow in the dark. anyway]

[rocketjumper is swirling energon around in a cube. she's developed a liking to a spicy flavor.]

[bonecrusher is sitting right next to rocketjumper, cradling footmuncher in his arms for good luck.]

[patchwork is outside in the freezing blizzard working his magic alongside groundrumbler.]

[nebula is in orbit. she's watching PW & GR work their magic. she spots a blue light off in the distance, and focuses in on that to see what autobot it is.]

[pov shift to kitchen gang.]

FM: this is just like the trenches. primus. so serene in sheer darkness.

BC: i hope one of the fuses hadn't went. rockie, how long did you say your internal heating system could last for?

RJ: it's an emergency system, i think. three day battery at full charge. or did you mean the things patchie surgically bestowed upon me?

BC: yeah, the things patchwork installed into you. how long do those go for?

RJ: about two weeks at a time. runs on my energy though, so if i run out i'm gonna need an e.s.s. revive.

BC: mmm.

FM: should get a better fuel source. don't wanna die cuz u wanna keep warm.

RJ: that's what i told patchie. he said he didn't have any better models in storage, and he also said he didn't want me 'butt-chugging oil to keep warm' with the older ones. which... not a pleasant image.

BC: ...yeah, no, that sounds unsafe.

FM: as unsafe as eating organs?

BC: a little less sanitary, i think. but yeah.

RJ: wat? how is eating organs more sanitary than butt chugging fossil fuels?

BC: fossil fuels smell horrible. guts don't smell earthy. also, guts feel nice.

FM: i know one organ that definitely feels nice.

RJ, BC, FM: [collective giggling]

= [pov shift: the engineering team.] =

GR: why is this so intricate in the first place, patch?

PW: i don't like it when bots fuck with my power. if someone - primus forbid a patient - fucks with my power, i'm putting them on my table for emergency surgery.

GR: hah. nice. i'm the same way with my privacy bubble. hey, speaking of which, am i still asexual if i wanna interface?

PW: i... need to do more research on that. pass a fuse?

GR: oh, y-

N: hey, ground team, there's a blue light heading towards the base. the bot seems relatively tall, could be a maz model vehicle mode.

GR: now, who do we know that has a maz variant for a vehicle mode?

N: very funny, rumbles. i'll keep watching the light, you just work on the power generator. over.

PW: thank you for the report, nebula. over 'n' out.

GR: ...which wrench should i use on the rings?

PW: i believe the... the clamp wrench should be good for the rings. if you can get a good angle and enough leverage on each nut, at least.

GR: alright. let's see... [clamp.]

= [pov switch: the kitchen gang.] =

[bonecrusher left to go investigate a noise. he'll be back soon.]

RJ: -it... glows in the dark when you're horny.

FM: hegehee,,, yeah.

RJ: you think it'll glow in my mouth?

FM: probably? you wanna test that hypothesis right now?

RJ: of course i do. just wanna check on nebula real quick, see how she's doing.

FM: alright.

[rocketjumper tunes into the comms.]

RJ: rocketjumper to nebula, how's it going up there?

N: good! there's an autobot coming close to the base and they seem friendly. kinda looks like cake.

RJ: oh, that's nice. thanks for letting me know, nebbs.

N: you're welcome. gonna keep watch on the engineers, see you soon.

RJ: see you soon.~ [she tunes out of the comms.]

FM: so? what did she say?

RJ: autobot incomin'. she says it might be cake.

FM: [very quick gasp] two rocketjumpers !!

RJ: [deep giggle.] anyway, hypothesis time. [she flips footmuncher upside down, gulping his tentacle-y cock down like it's nothin'.]

FM: [very soft moan...] oh, hey, it does glow in your mouth! that's pretty sweet.

RJ: gghuh du nnoe. [she flips footmuncher around again.] (good to know.)

[bonecrusher appears from the hallway, taking his seat back.]

BC: heyy, fellas. nice glow-in-the-dark cock, munchbutt.

FM: thank you,,,

[rocketjumper hands footmuncher to bonecrusher.]

RJ: any idea what the noise was?

BC: meh. looked like a pipe bursted, so i ripped it out and fixed it.

RJ: huh. wonder why it broke... cool to know. speaking of:

FM: cake's coming to visitttt

BC: oh, amazing! she'll be able to see katyusha today, i think, if she's awake.

FM: THREEROCKETJUMPERRRSSSSSSSSSS

RJ: [impotent giggles]!!!

BC: primus, dude, what is your obsession with rocketjumper and her lookalikes?

FM: i want to be sandwiched inbetween all three of them at the same time.

BC: ...me too.

= [pov switch: the engineering team] =

GR: -STUPID FUCKING GENERATOR!! FUCK! OWWW!!!

PW: i TOLD you not to touch the fuses already in the generator, groundrumbler!

GR: GRGGHRHGHGHHGRGHHGHGHGRGRGRGHR-

PW: [sigh]. just stick your hand in the snow, it'll be fine.

GR: ow... fuck. sorry. now what?

PW: should just be... closing up the generator and letting it work its magic.

GR: ...seems easy enough.

[slow stomping coming closer from off in the distance]

PW: huh. i think that's the autobot nebula was talking about.

GR: didn't someone say her name was cake? are you having plot blocks?

PW: ...oh yeah, cake. i remember hearing her talk one day while i was workin' on sketching tricky down in my little work-note-book.

GR: yeah, there you go. you think she has any beef?

PW: should be fine.

GR: mmm. gen's fixed. let's head back inside before our joints freeze solid.

PW: really? i was starting to get used to the snow! [/s]

GR: move it, asshat.

[patchwork giggles to himself, and climbs down from the roof, allowing groundrumbler to do so himself. as he does, patchwork catches him in his arms, walking into the base with groundrumbler in tow.]

[Cake catches up and gets her hand under the door before it has a chance to close.]

PW: greetings, gentlemen. rocketjumper.

RJ: 'ello there, doc.

[Cake opens the door -- though damaging its systems in the process - whoops --- and allows herself inside.]

Cake, a little winded: Primus. Hi. Heard there was someone new over here. Wanted to get here as soon as I could. How's it going?

RJ: it's uhhhhh... good. you okay there?

Cake: Me? Totally. Nothing happened.

FM: ...cake, why are you bleeding?

Cake: Someone got grumpy. That's all. Okbye [She rushes into Patchwork's office.]

PW: ...[looks over to bonecrusher]

BC: [gaze switching between patchwork and the hallway]

RJ: ...uhm. patch, you should... you should go check on her, i think.

GR, to himself: why is everything going wrong today?

[patchwork drops groundrumbler onto the floor, running into his office and locking the door.]

GR: [sigh]. [he gets onto his feet.] well. no one tell katyusha, and everything will be fine.

FM: why aren't you at least suspicious??

GR: too cold to be suspicious. i need a nap. enjoy worrying for cake, lads. [he heads down to his room.]

RJ: ...

BC: [he tunes into the comms.] did you get all that?

N: i'm surveying the continent for hostiles as we speak.

BC: thank you nebula. if the hostile's a popular character, alert me. if otherwise-

N: blast them into shittereens?

BC: you got it. bonecrusher out. [he tunes out of the comms.] now, uhm... anyone for a movie?

FM: i think i wanna go check on rumbles. he's not that uncaring, right?

BC: ...mmm... no, i don't assume so. go check on him.

[footmuncher hops out of bonecrusher's arms, trotting down the hallway.]

RJ: so... today's weird. why's...

BC: y'know what i think that it's just the paranoia sneaking in. how do you suppose we should get our minds off it?

RJ: you suggested a movie. any good ones in mind?

BC, getting out of his seat: i'm quite curious about there will be blood. see you in bed. [he rolls down the hallway.]

RJ: mhm... [she gets out of her seat as well, grabbing some snacks from the fridge and joining bonecrusher.]

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[bonecrusher is falling asleep in rocketjumper's already unconscious arms. nebula sends a ping through the comms, and bonecrusher answers.]

BC: ...yes?

N: you have a problem.

BC: what's their name?

N: (TFP!)megatron.

BC, immediately filled with rage: [growl.] checking the front door. [he tunes out of the comms. he shakes his wife.]

RJ: ...mmgh.. what?

BC: get katyusha in with patchwork and cake. someone's at the door and i think he's angry.

RJ: affirmative. [she rolls out of the bed, heading right out of the bedroom door.]

[bonecrusher heads left, knocking on patchwork's office door.]

[the door creaks open.] PW: hey, bonecru-

BC: rocketjumper and katyusha are coming in. don't answer the door for anyone else.

PW: why?

BC, raising his eyebrows: why else?

PW: ...megs. right. you can trust me.

[bonecrusher nods, heading to the bunker door.]

BC: ...wait.

[bonecrusher rolls to marrowbomber's room, knocking on the door. the door opens.]

MB: whaddaya need?

BC: megs is here. need you to prep incase he gets violent.

MB: mmm. i got your back.

BC: good.

[bonecrusher rolls once again to the bunker door. marrowbomber closes his bedroom door.]

BC: [he tunes into the comms.] where is he?

N: 20 meters from the front door.

BC: preparing to attack?

N: negative.

BC: thank you. prepare to blast him incase he gets aggressive.

N: you got it. nebs out.

[bonecrusher rubs his hands, hopping up and down in place, psyching himself up to meet megatron. in the hallway, patchwork is letting katyusha and rocketjumper into his office, and once he closes the door, he can be heard barricading it.]

BC: ...alright. megatron awaits.

[the bunker door opens almost aggravatingly slowly, revealing the sharp set of toes that've likely stomped many a helm, balled-up fists filled with bloodlust, and the mountainous, spiky pauldrons of everyone's favorite space meth addict, tfp!megatron.] (which... i'm not sure whether to type his dialogue in autobot or decepticon stylized text... well, he's pretty important. he gets autobot text for now.)

TFP!Megatron: Ahh, the Claw of ('07!)Megatron. How's the cannibalism situation going, my friend?

BC: fairly well. how's the dark energon addiction?

TFP!Megtron: I regret to inform you I'm not capable of shaking it yet. In the future, I'm sure I can get a lowly bot to assist me in such a matter, but for today, I have... different... intentions.

BC: [his mining claw twitches.] mmm. shall we discuss them in the kitchen?

TFP!Megatron: If you so wish.

[Megatron scans the environment as he enters Bonecrusher's base of operations. It all seems... very... what's the word? Unnatural. Megs hadn't seen any other bases stylized in such a human manner, especially not from a Decepticon who despises humans such as Bonecrusher does. For starters, the 'kitchen'... what is the purpose of the monument in the center? And the mettalic, cold box in the far corner? His optics slide over to the "living" "room" as he and his thunderous feet venture over to the kitchen. A monitor, coal in color, reflective in nature, and an unusually soft and long throne. The throne has an unusual pattern adorned upon the back. To add to that, no hand-rails like Optimus' hideout in Nevada. Megatron raises an eyebrow, and he feels Bonecrusher's own optics analyzing his every move. He's out of his element within this building.]

[bonecrusher knows this, and he's comforted by the thought. if only a little bit.]

[Megatron takes his place upon an unusually-shaped seat that looks like something he would place a hapless victim upon for torturing.] (in this house we adore extending sentences as much as possible)

BC: [he takes a seat across from megatron.] so, then. what're you visiting for, megatron?

TFP!Megatron: Oh, nothing special... I simply had a falling out with one of your co-horts and wished to take it up with you. Tell me, Bonecrusher, has your conjunx ever considered betrayal?

BC: [tch. no one's told megatron about rocketjumper's lookalikes yet, hmm? great. just wonderful. welp. here we go.] megatron, my conjunx -- my wife. -- would never consider betrayal unless it were forced upon her. she is loyal to the decepticon cause, and she always has been. there is nothing, at all, that can dissuade her from turning to another side.

TFP!Megatron: [He quietly snarls. Bonecrusher's lying? To his face? What incompetence.] Then why, may I ask, have I seen her adorning an Autobot insignia upon her carapace?

BC: [he attempts to lead megatron on to the idea of there being more than one rocketjumper.] tell me, megatron... was she white in color?

TFP!Megatron: [He hadn't considered that. He simply saw what looked to be betrayal, and fired upon her. How outrageous for Bonecrusher to assume that he could be wrong! Megatron asserts himself, launching out of his chair.] White in...? What sort of question is that?! The color of one's armor does not matter if they are on the enemy team, Bonecrusher, surely you must know this! How long have you been out of battle for?! That must be messing with your processor to assume that such details are worth thinking of!

BC: [bonecrusher ALMOST loses his temper as well. megatron... oh the space meth must've fucked with his own processor.] megatron, calm yourself. such details are of course important, especially if you fire upon the wrong rocketjumper. let me explain it to you in terms that you can actually understand.

[bonecrusher's mining claw forces megatron back down into his seat, as he climbs onto the kitchen island, stomps across it, and gets in megatron's face. stabbing three fingers into his cheek for good measure.]

TFP!Megatron: GET Y-

BC: [fuck it.] YOU WILL COOL YOUR JETS, MEGATRON OF KAON, ELSE YOU WILL BECOME MY NEXT MEAL. YOU WILL NOT RAISE YOUR VOICE AGAIN WITHIN THE WALLS OF MY BASE. YOU WILL CEASE TO KEEP UP YOUR REPUTATION, ELSE YOU WILL BE OFFLINED WITHIN THE SECOND. DO YOU COMPLY?! [his voice echoes across antarctica, let alone his own base.]

TFP!Megatron: [...Megatron hadn't had the fear of Primus stricken into him from anyone, aside from Bumblebee and his first gladitorial duel, such like Bonecrusher was able to. He doesn't understand how he'd done it... and yet, he feels as if he must comply. He ceases his resistance, adjusting in his seat accordingly. ...Also, his face hurts now.] Yes. I apologize. It was foolish of me to assume such incompetence of you, Bonecrusher. Now, ahem... explain to me why I'm wrong in attacking an enemy, if you so please.

BC: [...huh... uhm. he wasn't confident that that would work. well. good. alright. he takes a seat on the kitchen island.] good. good. i'm assuming here that the other megatrons hadn't bothered to explain to you how lookalikes work. i'm sure you must know how they work from the insecticons, as well as skyquake and dreadwing, correct?

TFP!Megatron: [He nods.] Correct.

BC: alright. are you aware that my wife, rocketjumper, also has lookalikes?

TFP!Megatron: [He realizes his mistake. Disappointment washes over his frame, as he holds his head in his hands. After a moment, he raises his helm up to face Bonecrusher again.] ...It had not occured to me, no.

BC: [there we go.] you have shot such a lookalike. her name is cake, if you hadn't known that either. i say again, rocketjumper has not and will not -- EVER -- betray the decepticon cause. cake has never had a taste of the cause. there exist two other lookalikes, as well. would you like to hear the details of all three, or would you like to exit my base and never enter again?

TFP!Megatron: I would like to hear of the details of these lookalikes.

BC: as you wish. [he whips out a clipboard, with some sheets of paper on it.] for the first lookalike, cake. she is an amicable, polite femme, equipped with ion blasters, similar to those of your nemesis optimus prime, as well as armblades near-identical to my own wife. her armor comes in white camouflage paint, ice blue eyes, and cubic, blocky shaping. i feel as if she doesn't wish to meet with you, however, due to your fire-on-sight policy.

[bonecrusher flips the first paper.]

BC: the second lookalike is a femme more similar to rocketjumper than that of cake: for the longest time, we've known her as 'autobot rocketjumper' due to her being my own wife, but twisted and molded into a weapon by that of my own nemesis, who also happens to be an optimus prime. we've donned her with the new name of 'katyusha', however, and we hope you call her katyusha as well. now, her armor is a shade away from my wife, and it is -- i kid you not -- riddled with scars, bruises, and injuries beyond reason. if she was an astronomical object, she'd be an asteroid with all of the marks on her frame. it's horrifying how horrible her treatment was, i believe.

[he flips the second paper.]

TFP!Megatron: How does Katyusha think of me, do you think, Bonecrusher?

BC: not well. i've warned her of your reputation. she doesn't like you.

TFP!Megatron: ah. :(

BC: now for the third lookalike... which might as well be a new character with the pain she's been through so far. we've not adorned her with a nickname yet, but right now we're calling her abomination in search for something less mean. this version of rocketjumper -- which i want to say, she and katyusha are alternative universe versions of rocketjumper. sorry for the confusion. -- was on an energon run that went astronomically horrible for her. i'm... not going to discuss what she had to do to survive the bombing that she underwent. just know that she's bulkier than the other two lookalikes, as well as my wife.

TFP!Megatron: [He notices that Bonecrusher's been calling Rocketjumper a different term... a 'wife'. What is that...?] Heh... I have an offtopic detail I'd like to bring up.

BC: go ahead.

TFP!Megatron: Why are you calling Rocketjumper your... 'wife'?

BC: well, i've got more than one conjunx.

TFP!Megatron, perplexed: what.

BC: i have two - working on a third - conjunxes. rocketjumper is my first and my wife, footmuncher is my second as well as my husband, and i've noticed that bunkerbuster seem to be... a bit attracted to me beyond the usual sexual feelings. i think i might talk to him after tonight.

TFP!Megatron: ...Okay. Mmm. I believe I need to recharge. [He gets out of his seat, approaching the bunker door.] Bonecrusher, I would like to ask if you'd let me in another time in the future, possibly to meet these lookalikes.

BC: just as long as your promise not to raise your voice.

TFP!Megatron: [He nods.] I promise.

BC: [he nods in return.] get out of my base.

[Megatron does so, transforming and flying off into the distance.]

[the bunker door closes automatically.]

[bonecrusher reaches for a drink from the energon cupboard, wondering how he managed to make megatron behave. maybe he dug his claws too deep. he giggles to himself, sipping a cube of strawberry flavored energon.]

N: ...huh.

[bonecrusher jumps off of the kitchen island, scrambling to get off of the floor.]

BC: jesus christ, nebula, at least warn me before you hop in.

N: [giggle.] sorry, bonecrusher. how the hell'd you calm megatron down like that?

BC: ...i blame plot magic.

[bonecrusher and nebula share a laugh.]

BC: go tell patchwork and everyone else that we're good. i'm gonna clean myself off.

N: oh, you- whoops! sorry about your energon, boss.

BC: don't worry about it... and don't call me boss. feels uncomfy, idk.

N: alright. have a good time, bonecrusher. i'm going to... take a nap on the couch, i believe.

BC: sweet dreams, nebula.

N: and you have a nice shower.

[bonecrusher heads down to the bathroom. nebula knocks on patchwork's office door to let him know that everything's fine, then going off to the couch to take a nap.]

#okay so basically #magicalNSFW #we got mild dicksuckery in this one !!!!#and handburning #and two-three rocketjumpers(?)#anyways character time #bonejumper #footmuncher #groundrumbler #patchwork #nebula #autobot cake #autobot!rocketjumper #marrowbomber #oh and uh. y'know.#tfp!megatron #space meth guy. yk. :)

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magicalbuffalotransformerman · 1 year

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('part 1' contained in bonecrusher's tiny rage compilation post)

[two engines rolling up to the base.]

BC: yeah, thanks again for the hardlight bridges, nebbs. you're a real help.

N: no problemo, bonecrusher! see you in a bit?

BC: if you want to! bonecrusher, out.

[bonecrusher turns his comms off.] (long post warning.)

A!RJ: ...How do you think Groundrumbler will feel, seeing me?

BC: what do you mean?

A!RJ: Well, he's usually hateful... from what I remember, of course, and I don't know why. From what you've said about him, I see him as this grumpy old guy that nobody tolerates. I'm hoping that's not true.

BC: oh, i'm sure that he'll be. something, towards you. mostly, when i see him noticing a stranger in the base, he watches from afar. studies what they do. he almost never talks to them himself.

A!RJ: Mmm. But, I'm not exactly a stranger. He knows what I look like, he has a rough understanding of how I think. What of it then?

BC: it'll be fine, rockie... it feels weird calling you rockie, gotta say.

A!RJ: How about... Katyusha?

BC: oooh. i like that!

[the two pull up to the base. they both transform.]

BC: alright, stay behind me. oh, and cover up. your armor reset.

A!RJ: Ah! Apologies. [She activates her shogun armor.]

[bonecrusher opens the bunker door. he leads A!Rocketjumper into the kitchen, allowing her to choose a seat.]

BC: i'm going to go get vibemaster to hunt down your clothes. where does your old outpost lie?

A!RJ: Somewhere in the Rocky Mountains.

BC: ...intriguing choice. name slmilarities, i like that. anywho, back in a flash! [he rolls down the hallway.]

[A!Rocketjumper thinks for a moment, looking up at the energon cabinet. She takes a peek inside, reaching in and acquiring a strawberry cube.]

A!RJ: 'Strawberry'...? [She opens the cube and moves her mask aside, taking a sip.] ...how sweet. As sweet as empathy, I believe.

[She sets the cube down onto the island table.]

[a voice slowly comes into focus from the hallway.]

VM: ᵃˡʳᶦᵍʰᵗ, ᶦ'ᵐ ᵍᵒᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ˡᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵇʳᶦᵈᵍᵉˢ. ᶦ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰere her base is, going to go see her now. respond in a minute, over.

[vibemaster arrives.]

VM: ah! you must be katyusha! greetings.

A!RJ: Greetings. You're the one Bonecrusher says is going to recover my garments, correct?

VM: correct. he's neglected to tell me just where your old base is, however.

A!RJ: Should be somewhere in the Rocky Mountains. Search for a steel, two-story building deep in the dark forest. It lies on the edge of a small descent, if that helps.

VM: thank you kindly, madam. i'll be back in ~2 days. get to know some of the other bots around here if you wish, they're quite hospitable. [he opens the bunker door.] enjoy yourself!

A!RJ: Safe travels!

[the bunker door closes.]

A!RJ: ...What a fellow.

BC: [suddenly, bonecrusher.] i know, right? very polite and very sneaky. how are you feeling?

A!RJ: I feel... something I can't put into words. This place... now that I'm finally 'welcomed' here, it's all... soft. I'm free... and... [She rubs her mask.] I don't know how to react... It feels like you're supposed to be ripping me apart, and you're not, and... [She leans on the kitchen counter.]

BC: [he places his hand on one of her shoulders.] hey... hey, it's alright, you're safe.

[Katyusha embraces Bonecrusher, quietly sobbing into his shoulder, mostly from a mix of fear and confusion.]

[...a groggy groundrumbler pops out of the hallway.]

GR: ...ah. is this a bad time?

A!RJ: [She notices Groundrumbler out of the corner of her eye. She gives him a peace sign.]

GR: [he responds with a peace sign, and takes a seat on the opposite side of the two.]

[Katyusha pulls off of Bonecrusher.]

BC: hey, rumbles.

GR: hi. uhm. didn't expect to see a visitor here, especially not one from an alternate universe. i assume you two are healing together?

BC: in a way. so, katyusha -- her new nickname -- has been hiding some stuff from her teammates and wanted somewhere to be herself.

A!RJ: Yeah, they made me sign a contract. I don't... want to be an Autobot anymore. Not one of those Autobots, at least.

BC: so she wants to live with us. any complaints?

GR: ...no. totally fine with this. you're moving out of a bad place and... hmm. sorry, i'm just a bit curious. uhm... how bad was your situation, katyusha?

A!RJ: Eh... well, my roommate wasn't... wasn't too bad. He was one of the better ones I've met, I think. Optimus, though, he really sucks. Treated me like some sort of supersoldier slave, I guess. You... wanna see my scars?

GR: [his eyes widen a bit.] how bad are they?

A!RJ: Sorry, I don't have anything on under here... [She parts her breastplates, moving the left one out of the way.]

[groundrumbler observes the bruises and scars. a particularly deep one around the collarbone region, likely a knife wound, could be battle damage. a whip scar directly centered on the nipple... ouch.]

GR: i'm glad you chose, and managed, to get away from your abusers. whoever they are. have you already met footmuncher?

A!RJ: I remember... seeing him a couple of times? Never got the chance to talk to him, I think. He's the helicopter one with the dumptruck, right?

GR: 'the dumptruck.' [snort.] eh- yeah, he is. should be in bonecrusher's room right now.

BC: i can go get him if you want.

A!RJ: ...Sure, why not.

[bonecrusher rolls into the hallway.]

GR: ...well. if i may ask, how many other scars do you have, katyusha?

A!RJ: Oh, you... actually want to...? Okay. Uhm. [She deactivates her shogun armor, and takes her missile-backpack off, setting it on the floor.] Sorry about the rampant nudity, uhm...

GR: so much damage... wow... i- excuse me for the off-the-cuff comment but this is... kinda hot? i- i don't want to be rude, of course. but. [he glides his hand down a scar.] i can't explain these feelings, really. you're a stunning lady, katyusha.

A!RJ: [Mild blush, and a tear.] ...Thank you.

[bonecrusher appears again, now with footmuncher.]

FM: [mild stuttering] holy primus! wow! hi!! [he hops into katyusha's arms like a dog.] hello!! so nice to see you!!

A!RJ: [Giggling like a little girl, nuzzling Footmuncher's face.]

BC: ...

GR: were you expecting this? i wasn't expecting this.

BC: kinda, yeah. it's really nice to see her having fun.

GR: it's weird, though, isn't it? she was built up to be this big, mean, terrifying force of nature that'll stop at nothing to wipe us all out, and... she's just. taking her spot in our team. and loving every second of it.

BC: well... i can't say it's weird. we're all weird. it's refreshing, i think, to see her 'reputation' dissolve like this. she's a nice lady.

GR: true that. how long until... was it vibemaster?

BC: yeah.

GR: how long unti he gets back?

BC: depends. should be less than a week, i believe.

GR: ...do you think it's alright that she keeps her clothes off?

BC: i guess, yeah. why, are you attracted to her?

GR: ...yes. i am.

BC: good for you, rumblie.

[bonecrusher and groundrumbler shake hands.]

GR: thank you, kindly. do you think i should change my sexual identity?

[while the two were whispering to eachother, Katyusha and Footmuncher decided to hug.]

FM: ...warm femme... [purring.]

BC: i'm not sure. we can talk about it later if you want?

GR: sounds like a plan. how's the tall woman, munchie?

FM: TWO!!! two rocketjumpers!!! so cool!!!!

BC: [chuckling.]

A!RJ, softly: I assume you told him about the plan?

BC: yeah. didn't feel right to keep him out of the loop.

A!RJ: ...I love you guys.

BC: we love you too, katyusha. now, how's about we figure out where you'll be sleeping?

A!RJ: Oooh, sure. Let's see the rooms you alluded to earlier, huh?

[Katyusha gets out of her seat, holding Footmuncher in her arms. The group takes a trip down the hallway.]

[...and all was alright in the base on this day.]

#autobot!rocketjumper #mbtm!bonecrusher #nebula #vibemaster #groundrumbler #footmuncher #tw for scar discussion #this feels like a real treat to me #idk.#been a while since i've written a feel-good story #theres probably a million and one plot holes in this entire post but IDGAF tbh #happy post with happy people. based #enjoy :)

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