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primussavethesemechs · 9 months

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I want the human/cybertronian life difference to be talked about more in canon

Cuz I mean. it’s RIGHT THERE.

Just a smidgen of true acknowledgment I BEG YOU HASBRO‼️

i mean come on all it takes is someone mentioning how long the wars been going for one of the humans to go “4 MILLION YEARS???? WHAT THE FUCK HOW OLD ARE YOU???”

And optimus or ratchet to be like “…5/7 million?” And all of the humans to have a break down CUZ WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUVE BEEN ALIVE SINCE BEFORE THE HUMAN SPECIES EXISTED??? WE WERE MONKEYS WHEN YOU WERE BORN???

And the (woefully uniformed) cybertronians to be like “??? What do YOU mean your species was still evolving when I onlined, how long do you guys live?? A thousand?? A few hundred??”

And the gobsmacked humans to be like “??? NO WE HARDLY LIVE OVER A HUNDRED ITS CONSIDERED AN ACCOMPLISHMENT?? AVERAGE OLD AGE DEATH IS LIKE MID 80s!! TECHNICALLY THE AVERAGE LIFE SPAN IS 72 OR SOMETHING???”

Cue the autobots being like “😨 72??? THATS A CHILD WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT⁉️”

the more attached/emotional bots looking at their charges and realizing that not only are they sparklings compared to them but they’ll die as sparklings too in just a few decades, causing them to straight up have a mini meltdown.

Yeah they’re in a war and they’ve lost plenty of friends, but never to anything as predictable and inescapable as old age.

It’s the seeing-it-coming part that gets to them, the slow dread of knowing that even if they do everything right and keep them out of danger and they stay healthy there’s nothing they can do to stop them from withering away in a couple of decades.

Most versions of bumblebee looking at their charge/friend and realizing his assumptions about the fact that since they’re both still young that they’ll have plenty of time to just. Live together and have fun- are wrong?? Immediately tears. Even if cybertronians can’t cry tears he’s doing whatever the equivalent is and running away to cry in his room. And then running back to snatch them and take them with him cuz HE CANT WASTE A SECOND IF THEIR LIFESPANS ARE REALLY THAT SHORT HES GONNA JUST HAVE TO SPEND 24/7 WITH THEM

This whole concept ESPECIALLY applies to TFP since all of them got their own little human buddy and there’s only like 5 autobots to begin with (of the main season 1 crew) they’ve lost so many of their own so recently, their numbers are already dwindling down to nothing, they’re losing the war and the kids are what’s given them a major morale boost. To continue fighting they need hope, and the kids have kind of become their hope for the future- to know they’ll die off in under a century despite how young they still are is a shot to the spark.

Look me in the eye and tell me bee wouldnt panic hearing that Raf only has 70-80 years to live. LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND TELL ME HE WOULDNT HAVE SOME KIND OF FIT OVER BEING TOLD THAT HIS LITTLE BUDDY (from a cybertronian perspective) HAS A LIFESPAN EQUIVALENT TO A LATE STAGE TERMINAL ILLNESS DIAGNOSIS. Bee would start treating Raf like a kid with stage 4 cancer 😭

I just KNOW bulkhead would have the worst reaction other than bee, maybe even worse cuz he looks at miko and realizes she’s used up basically a fifth of her entire lifespan already and she’s Still So Little and straight up starts weeping. That’s his DAUGHTER you can’t take her from him so soon it’s not FAIR! He might have to go destroy a canyon wall or something to let some of the anger and grief out

Arcee is Not taking it well either.

She JUST got attached to this one, just got used to a new partner and your telling her that no matter what she does he’s never going to last as long as tailgate of cliff jumper did?? Even if both he and she do everything they’re supposed to do to protect him and extended his life?? Depression time baby

Optimus and ratchet don’t react as much outwardly to the news as the others but inside they’re both 💔💥

These kids have brought optimus a level of contentment he hasn’t felt in vorns, and he sees how bright their spirits shine- Only to now know those precious spirits will burn out in less than a century- it gnaws at him inside, yet another strike from the cruelty of fate

Ratchet is devastated but refuses to acknowledge it, these kids- yes even miko- have become his pseudo grandkids and he’s not ready, nor will he ever be ready, to outlive them. Jacks reminds him too much of a younger optimus, still learning and still hopeful. Miko is… well she has a fire to her that ratchet can appreciate (when she’s not actively annoying him) she’s determined enough to make anything happen which he does begrudgingly respect even if he wishes she wouldn’t just throw herself into any and every situation just for fun.

And Raf…

Raf is his apprentice, the only one of the kids to understand him and listen intently to his stories of cybertron. To show appreciation for his work and his ideas, to Listen and Learn and Improve his inventions. He harbors the most fondness for Raf since he sees so much potential in him, and has taken him under his wing in teaching him cybertronian language and biology.

He feels almost like he’s training a student to take his place- only for the ground to be ripped out from under him to know that Raf will never have the chance to succeed him, will never even outlive him.

A parent should never have to bury their child, and ratchet already feels that he has.

TLDR the autobots find out humans have fruit fly lifespans next to them and become one big soggy mess of tears, optimus and ratchet included although they try to have a stiff upper lip about it (and fail to varying extents)

I swear this was supposed to be about any and all continuities but TFP took over completely😭 idk it just fits the best since they focus so much on how attached the bots get to the kids

Edit: btw this was inspired from the fact I found out that the cybertronian equivalent to a year (yes I know technically they have solar cycles which are roughly a human year but what they consider a year vs their lifespan/time perception is different) is a vorn. A vorn is 80 HUMAN YEARS. I saw that and went “oh wow a vorn is like a whole human lifespan!😃” and then I went “OH A VORN IS A WHOLE HUMAN LIFESPAN 😀“

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iinmysights · 11 months

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if my face changes no it didn't

#Ravage.txt #dl #i looove the color palette in this screeny of arcee (+ this vers of arcee in general) but. im getting too sad to not have my man anymore #lichrally watched c.od m.w2 yesterday for thee first time and im already depressed. i miss soap. i miss alej. i miss ghost. i miss gaz.#miss everyone really i need more content of them PRONTO #maybe i'll finally change my desktop theme to tf and then change mobile to c.od. maybe. sod is shutting down on the 30th so it feels wrong #to change it now tho :/ i think i'm gonna take one long screen recording of my profile and all my dragons and try to not audibly sob

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writeyouin · 10 months

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Mirage X Reader - Falling

Description (This was a request but it got sent to my PMs instead of my inbox by accident): When Alison Moyet's song Falling comes on the radio, Mirage is forced to think about you and his feelings towards you.

A/N – Yep, so another Mirage one for all of you desperately waiting for the film to come out on a good pirating site in top quality.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

You stood at the sink washing dishes, a tune on your lips that you mumbled quietly to yourself, only half singing with your mind on other things like lost loves, failed relationships, and someone new in your life; Mirage.

“She said something like, I’m tired of me,” You sang Alison Moyet’s ‘Falling’, and then transitioned to whistling part more of the tune which had only come out a year prior.

Then, without the radio to follow, you reset to an earlier part of the tune, singing whichever little bits came to mind.

Little did you know, Mirage was spying on you, trying his best to imitate the stealthy way Arcee moved. Alas, subtlety wasn’t Mirage’s strong suit and he had already knocked over a row of garbage cans, and crushed some kid’s bike; he could only hope the bike wouldn’t be missed. Fortunately, among the usual noise and squalor of New York, nobody had cared about the sound or come out to explore.

Mirage wasn’t trying to be a creep by observing you. He just wanted to know more about your life and what you did. It seemed that in your day-to-day routine, you were obsessed with music. Bumblebee had already introduced Mirage to the concept of human music which was vastly different from the stuff that used to exist on Cybertron and Mirage liked it.

It was different from what he was used to for sure, but there were some songs he just couldn’t resist. The Twisted Sister song ‘We’re Not Gonna Take It,’ seemed to be a great Frag You to any Decepticon scum that attempted battle with him. And there was that one Bumblebee had introduced to him, ‘I Can’t Drive 55’, by that Sammy Hager fella. That was great, but Mirage was more than capable of beating that set speed and regularly did so when he wanted to bait the local authorities into a fun chase.

Still, he wasn’t sure he saw the appeal of this song. It sounded happy and sad at the same time, and he couldn’t decide which it was supposed to be with its New Wave vibe. Was it about falling, like it said? Falling for what? Mirage wasn’t sure, but you seemed to enjoy it. You hummed it quite a lot when you were thinking; he wasn’t sure you realised that you did that. It was one of the things he liked about you. It felt like you were letting your guard down when you hummed along to half a tune, and he enjoyed that you could feel so relaxed around him and the other Autobots.

Mirage might have called on you that night to ask you out on a drive; he liked your company. Alas, he got a message from Optimus telling him to return for the evening so they might meet the humans that Noah had been found by. Apparently, the new humans wished to discuss the possibility of an alliance with the Autobots.

Either way, Optimus’ message ended with, “Return to the rendezvous immediately.”

“Mirage, return,” Mirage mocked, impersonating Optimus. “Mirage, meet the humans. Mirage, I choose you.”

“Did I ask for your backtalk?” Optimus’ gravelly voice came through the radio.

“Scrap!” Mirage hurried to end the communication, having not realised that the line was still open when he had been joking around.

He transformed and raced off to the rendezvous point, any thoughts of you temporarily forgotten.

The next night, the Autobots stood in a unified line as they stared at their new base, a fully functional warehouse, with technology that they could use, even if it was primitive Earth tech.

“Optimus, can we trust these humans?” Arcee asked, her optics never leaving the building.

“We must try, Arcee. I see now that we have spent too much time working only for ourselves when we should have been working together.”

“Any way you want it, that’s the way you need it,” Bumblebee played from his speakers, using Journey’s immortalised words to convey his point.

Arcee looked past Optimus to catch a glimpse of Mirage, “You’ve been awfully quiet, Mirage. Thoughts?”

Mirage marched himself in front of the trio, clapping his servos together as he began his speech, “Well, I mean, clearly there’s a lot to think about here. There are the new humans we know, we have to check the place for bugs, and of course, there’s the most important matter of all-” He took a few slow steps backwards, “- who gets the biggest room. I call dibs!”

With that Mirage spun on his heel and pelted towards the base. Bumblebee, unwilling to let Mirage have all the fun joined in the race and chased after his ally, though when he had just about caught up, Mirage jumped backwards, crashing into Bumblebee and knocking him over. Before he could sprint off again, Bumblebee grabbed Mirage’s ankle and the two began brawling on the floor.

Optimus walked past the wrestling bots with dignity befitting his position and a dismayed shake of his head.

Arcee took a few steps closer to her allies, resting her servo on her hip as she took in the show.

‘Scouts will be scouts,’ She thought mirthfully.

Eventually, the competition was over, with Bumblebee the clear victor, and after sitting on top of Mirage for ten minutes, he finally let him get up, but only after Mirage admitted that Bumblebee was the best Autobot and the supreme Earth expert.

After that, they raced through the base, checking out every nook and cranny, and wondering which exits they could exploit and sneak out of, should Optimus try to ground them from the drive-in again.

Eventually, Bumblebee and Mirage settled down, each picking out a portion of the warehouse that was just for them. All rooms had been modified with individual entrances so they could come and go as they pleased. Mirage had even been hooked up with some sweet racing posters. He set about decorating the room to his liking, letting his internal radio play as he did so. After switching channels, he stumbled across the song you liked so much.

Curiously, he let it play, trying to really listen to what the lyrics meant.

She said something like I want to go Down where the river's wild He said take me then I want to drown Deep in your violent eyes

Deep in your violent eyes? Was it a love song? If it was, it was the strangest one he had heard before.

He continued listening.

But I want to be sure of one thing That I'm getting into something peaceful I want to fly in on your wing Way, way up here I don't care for anything It's all in, and I'm not afraid I don't fear Falling

There was no doubt about it. The song was indeed about falling in love.

Mirage felt a sharp prick of indignation. Were you in love with someone? He had to assume so, considering that you didn’t seem to sing anything else. It was always this song. Who were you in love with, and why did he care so much?

He wasn’t sure, but the idea of you with someone else made Mirage’s engines rev and his face contort disgustedly. You were his buddy, his pal, his partner in crime. Why did you need some stupid, boring human, when you could hang out with him? Speaking of which, when was the last time the two of you had hung out of late? You hadn’t been together much since he’d been repaired. Well, with his room claimed and little else to do, Mirage decided that tonight was as good as any to get in some bonding time.

He transformed, revving his engine loudly as he waited for the automatic garage door to open for him. His wheels spun on the spot in a move that would have burned rubber on any ordinary car. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door opened enough for him to slip through and he sped off, ignoring every speed limit he came across; if Prime gave him the third degree about laying low later, he would claim ignorance and take whatever punishment he was given.

When Mirage got to your house, he honked his horn loudly, waiting for you to open your window and see him. He couldn’t transform into his root-mode while a few seedy humans lingered about, so he had to wait for you to get to him… presuming you weren’t with someone lame, like a crush you hadn’t mentioned.

At the commotion, you poked your head out of the window, grinning when you saw Mirage. You held up two fingers, indicating that you would be two minutes and then hastily got changed from your pyjamas back into your day clothes. Grabbing your keys, you ran outside and climbed into Mirage’s passenger seat, buckling up in case he decided to take off before speaking as he was prone to do; buckling up was indeed a wise choice as Mirage took speedily to the streets.

“So,” You asked casually, “Business or pleasure?”

“Have you ever seen me do business? Business is for the big guy, you know, never smiles, never shows me that underbite, the big OP,” Mirage sassed you.

“I dunno, you seemed pretty business when you fought Scourge for me.”

“For you? No, no, no, I was fighting Scourge just for the sake of being the tri-planet champion.”

“Tri-planet champion?” You repeated incredulously. “You only fought him on Earth.”

“Yeah, but he’s from Galvatron, the living freaking planet. He fought on the Maximals’ planet, and he came here. Count ‘em – One, two, three. So, I digress, Tri-planet Champion.”

“Well, technically Noah was the one to face off with him, so-”

“Yeah, while he was inside me.”

“Okay, but Optimus was the one who took him offline.”

“Look, Optimus is always gonna be the champion of frowning and hard stares, a class I can’t compete in, so this is my thing.”

“All right,” You held up your hands in mock defeat. “You’re the champion.”

“Damn straight.”

“…Is the Champion going to tell me where we’re going?”

“Nowhere. Everywhere, Anywhere the road takes us. Just sit back and relax. We could listen to some music,” Mirage suggested innocently, his hidden agenda on his processor.

“Sure, then I can be the champion of karaoke,” You bragged.

“Against my voice? In your dreams.”

“Oh, so you can fight, race, and sing? Triple threat.”

Mirage laughed and turned on his radio. He let a few songs play, letting you sing along while he distractedly kept his inner workings tuned on finding the Alison Moyet hit. It would likely play soon, considering its popularity.

After a few good tunes, Mirage managed to find the song and he switched channels.

“Oh hey, I’ve heard this one before,” He said nonchalantly, “This is that sappy love song, right?“

“I don’t think it’s that sappy,” You defended with a smile.

“Oh yeah? Why? Does it make you think of someone special or something?”

You imagined how easy it would be to tell Mirage the the ‘someone special’ was him; as it turned out, it wouldn’t be easy at all. You clamped your mouth shut, a blush peppering your cheeks.

“So there is someone!” Mirage said all too accusingly. “You won’t be needing me anymore then, when this new person comes into your life.”

“You sound angry.”

“No I don’t!” Mirage replied huffily, proving your point. “You know what? I don’t think I like this song after all.”

He turned the radio off and the two of you sat in awkward silence. He kept on driving, slamming down on the accelerator. There was a lot of noise from honking cars as he sped in and out of their way.

“Just tell me who it is!” Mirage demanded petulantly when the silence finally got to him. “Is it Noah? He’s probably your type, right?”

“Why do you care?” You asked, annoyed and upset by the turn of events from nice drive to speedy interrogation.

“I don’t.”

“Then why are you asking so many questions?”

“I just feel I deserve to know who it is.”

“NO YOU DON’T!” You yelled back. “THEY’RE MY FEELINGS”

“AND I’M YOUR FRIEND,” Mirage countered as if that ought to give him the right to know everything you thought.

“This is so stupid,” You breathed, shaking your head.

“Come on!” Mirage insisted. “Tell me!”

“No.”

“Tell me!”

“No!”

“Tell me, tell me, tell me-”

Against Mirage’s frustrating onslaught, you finally yelled, “IT’S YOU!”

Mirage slammed hard on the breaks and you lurched forward, hissing as the seatbelt bit painfully into your collar bone. Fortunately, you were in an area with no cars on the road, having got off the interstate some time ago.

“What?” Mirage asked.

“It’s nothing, just… take me home, please,” You begged, scared now that you had said too much.

“You like me? Like romantically? You like me romantically? You romantically like me?”

“You done with the combinations?” You said bitterly.

“But I’m- I’m an alien.”

“Yeah,” You threw your hands up. “That’s why I didn’t tell you. Now will you please take me home?”

Mirage transformed his arm, pulling you out of his chassis as the rest of his body followed suit. From his palm, you looked down to the floor, wondering whether it would be better to jump and get a concussion rather than have the embarrassing conversation that was about to follow.

“I don’t get it,” Mirage said, staring at you as if you were a complicated mathematics problem.

“I know,” You said, wrapping your arms tightly around yourself as if it might protect you from the sorrow you were feeling.

“No, but like, I really don’t get it. I thought you were just a friend, and kind of cool but I think- I think I feel the same way, maybe?”

You watched Mirage guardedly, unsure as to why he was asking you when it was his feelings that were scrambled.

“Look, Mirage, you don’t have to pity me, okay? Please don’t test yourself on me. I know I’m not what you’d look for and-”

Mirage pressed his lips against yours then hastily pulled away. You stared at him, too scared to speak.

He nodded to himself, pecked your lips again, and then vented a quick puff of air from his systems.

“Yeah, yep, yes,” He stammered. “That- That was a feeling. A-ha. Yeah, so I just found out I have a thing for you too.”

“You serious?” You asked, making sure that Mirage was alright as he stumbled through a barrage of new feelings.

“Yeah, I uh- I get the song now. Still don’t love it, but I get it.”

“Seriously? You’re still thinking about the song?”

“Hey, I’m thinking about a lot of things at once here (Y/N), mostly how I’m going to explain this to Prime later, a little bit about how this is going to work, and yeah, the song slipped in there. Frankly, I think we need to get you more into Bon Jovi, but I guess this could be our song or whatever.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. “This was not how I pictured any of this going.”

“Yeah,�� Mirage nodded, pacing back and forth, the motion rocking you on his palm, “But at least we got a song, right? Most new couples got nothing.”

Despite your tiredness, you couldn’t help smiling at his straightforward manner of thinking, “Sure, Mirage. At least we have a song.”

#fanfiction #fanfic #reader insert #reader #transformers #maccadam #tf #transformers rise of the beasts #optimus prime #bumblebee #arcee #mirage #mirage x reader #mirage x you #falling #alison moyet

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in1-nutshell · 1 month

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ANOTHER EARTHSPARK REQUEST SINCE THERES NOT MUCH!

So, I wanted a terran bot buddy that kind of acts like Rumble, kind of- since I wanted to see Soundwave becoming their dad2 and the minicons being their adopted siblings unintentionally lol

And I meant unintentionally, maybe they met sometime before the “Decoy” episode, which leads a bit of an angst thing since I also wanted to see the minicons a bit shocked seeing Buddy being with the autobots

Oh!

Oh... this is going to be fun...

On a serious note though, where is Rumble? And where's Ratchet?!

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy the Terran with the personality of Rumble meeting Soundwave and the minicons

SFW, Platonic, Slight Angst, Cybertronain (terran) reader

TFE

Buddy was one of the livelier Terrans between Twitch and Thrash. Defiantly the hardheaded one.

Having a mini rover as their alt mode, Buddy often liked riding around in the back blasting whatever tunes that were on the radio or on their playlist. And being the smallest Terran also had its perks.

“Have you seen Buddy yet?”--Robbie

“I’ve looked in the barn, and garage.”--Thrash

“I flew over by the cows, no sign of them.”--Twitch

Twitch looking at Bumblebee, who’s leaning against the barn door.

“Have you seen them?”--Twitch

“I don’t see them.”--Bumblebee

Twitch groans before looking back at the group.

“They couldn’t have gone that far, they know they aren’t supposed to go out of the fences.”--Mo

“…But what if they did?”--Twitch

“They wouldn’t do that… would they?”--Thrash

“We need to find them before dinner’s ready.”--Robbie

“How much time do we have for that?”--Twitch

“15 minutes.”--Mo

“…”—The Maltos

They all spread out to go look for Buddy.

Bumblebee looks around for a bit before tapping the barn floorboard.

Buddy pops out of there filled with dust and some cobwebs here and there.

“You know you should go and tell them where you are.”--Bumblebee

“Nah, this is revenge.”--Buddy

Bumblebee looked at them curious.

“Revenge?”--Bumblebee

Buddy picks off some of the cobwebs off their arm.

“Thrash didn’t catch me during our trust fall exercise and Twitch decided to take me flying. She knows I hate flying.”--Buddy

“What about Robbie and Mo? What did they do?”--Bumblebee

“I… I honestly don’t remember…”--Buddy

Buddy suddenly feels sad and extreme worry.

“…”—Bumblebee and Buddy

“…You should get back to them.”--Bumblebee

“I should get back to them. Hey guys! I’m here!”--Buddy

They definitely had a bit of an attitude, but they were fiercely protective of their family.

They were not afraid to throw their servos at anyone who decided to hurt their family in any way shape or form.

No one was going to mess with their brothers and sisters except them.

When they first met Autobots, he felt weirded out by their prolonged stares.

Especially Megatron’s.

Buddy wanted to ask, but they never got around to asking.

Mainly because they were looking after their siblings while also doing the stuff they liked.

Buddy accidentally dropkicks Thrash during training.

“Oh! Sorry Thrash!”--Buddy

Bumblebee coming to Thrash and Buddy.

“Rumble you can’t just dropkick—”--Bumblebee

“Rumble? Who’s Rumble?”--Buddy

Bee freezes a second.

“Forget what I said. Just no dropkicking during training.”--Bumblebee

Buddy raises an optic through their battle visor but lets it go.

Buddy had fallen behind the group when they were introduced to Arcee and went to go and find Bumblebee.

They blamed the speed of their alt mode for not being quicker.

Buddy came out of the woods transforming and landed in front of their siblings ready to fight the other minicon.

To their surprise, all three stopped at the same time.

They looked… shocked.

Buddy in battle stance.

“Listen I don’t know who you guys are, but you better leave me and my siblings alone.”--Buddy

“Rumble?”--Frenzy

Buddy falters their stance a bit.

“Who’s Rumble? I’m Buddy. You know what never mind. Just go away!”--Buddy

The three snap out of it and charge up a sonic scream at them all.

Thanks to a catchy tune the scream stopped.

Bumblebee came from the ridge and started fighting the minis.

Buddy saw one of them charging a scream at their teacher.

“Bee look out!”--Buddy

Buddy took the hit instead and flew off the ledge to the battle below.

“BUDDY!”—The Maltos and Bumblebee

Buddy hit a couple boulders on the way down and ended up falling on the side of the battle. Their pede got stuck on some rocks rendering them immobile.

Arcee went to go and see Buddy, but the rocks were still pinning her down.

Optimus tried to go but got tossed to the other side by Soundwave.

Soundwave and Megatron were now in a stale mate servo locked in place.

Megatron looked quickly where Buddy was. They were still trying to get their pede out from the larger rocks angrily muttering.

Soundwave looked were Megatron was looking and his grip nearly faltered.

The minibot rubbing their helm with a pede stuck on some rocks looked so much like…

The sound of rocks crumbling was heard above Buddy as huge chucks started falling.

Buddy looked up in fear at the rocks starting to come downwards.

They felt more fear from the link from their siblings.

Oh no their siblings…

What was going to happened to them?

What was going to happen to their family if they got squashed?

“BUDDY!”—Megatron and Optimus

Soundwave threw Megatron to the side and sprinted to the minbot, throwing the rock from their pede, snatching them, tucking them safely into his chest compartment and ran out.

A couple of larger rock did hit him, but he made sure to protect the compartment with his frame.

Soundwave heard the frightened screams from inside which pushed him to get out of there quicker.

The last big boulder made him trip onto another pile of rocks.

He landed on his back, servos crossed his chassis and laid there for a bit.

Everything was quiet.

Soundwave slowly sat up in pain and opened the chest compartment.

Buddy spilled out into his arms.

Buddy just stared, shivering from fear, at the larger Con that had just saved their life.

They noticed that Soundwave’s servos started to shake too.

They gently patted them as he set them down next to him.

“Thank you—”--Buddy

Megatron tried to snatch them up, but Soundwave grabbed Buddy’s servo tightly.

“Soundwave, while you’ve done an admirable—”--Megatron

“Rumble.”--Soundwave

The bots freeze a bit.

“Where is Rumble now Megatron?”—Soundwave

“Soundwave—”

“Where is he!?”--Soundwave

With That Megatron yanks Buddy out of his grip and Arcee kicks him in the face, falling unconscious.

“Buddy?”--Megatron

Buddy buried their face into Megatron’s neck cables shaking like a leaf.

“I—I want to go home now… I want Mom and—and Dad.”--Buddy

Megatron can only hold tighter as he walks them over to their siblings.

Later that day, Buddy would try brushing the feeling of fear for of the dents they were going to have to explain to Dot to their siblings.

Robbie and Mo seemed less convinced than Twitch and Thrash, but they didn’t press more on the matter.

Dot and Alex were more concern with Buddy nearly getting crushed, but Buddy reassured them that they were fine and now had a cool story to tell.

Truth though was that they were far from fine.

They were terrified.

They were terrified of that name.

The name that had been bouncing all around today.

The name that everyone seemed to associate them with, but they didn’t even know who they were.

The name.

Rumble.

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfe x platonic reader #tfe x reader #earthspark x reader #earthspark x platonic reader

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digitalstardust · 1 year

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TFP Optimus, Ratchet, Bumblebee and Arcee with a human s/o that likes to sing

Hi everyone! I know that I said I would post Part 2 of Wildest Dreams this week, but I'm not sure when I would finish it since I have a TON of work to finish, so I'll see do I get around to finish it at all.

There are a couple of songs that I will mention and the links' below! There are some in Chinese and Korean, so if you want the translation you can search it up or ask me for them :)

Enjoy!

Notes: Fluff, fluff, gender neutral reader

TEAM PRIME

Optimus Prime

Optimus has a pretty nice voice so I would say he used to sing before the war.

He was relatively shocked to find out that you sang too.

He found out one day when you and the humans were having fun and goofing around. Miko was trying to sing a song in Mandarin and the kids were covering their ears due to the limited Mandarin words she could speak.

You took that as a chance and took over for her, not missing a single word and reaching every high note.

That left them speechless and left you with a very red face.

After that, he would silently with you would sing all the time.

You can't blame him, honestly, since he has a love for music too.

I think the music on Cybertron is quite different from Earth, so he would love to listen to you sing.

He doesn't care if you sing well or not, he just loves your voice.

His favorite song would probably be 'Something just like this' because it somewhat reminds him of the life he had when he was a clerk in the Iacon Hall of Records.

He would probably ask you to sing for him when he's feeling down.

He would also sing for you when you don't feel well or is feeling sad, and honestly that man has the voice of a god.

You are the only one he sings to, so don't abuse that privilege.

"I've been reading tales of old, the legends and the myths..."

Ratchet

This man... He is the complete opposite of Optimus Prime.

He would pretend he hates your singing because it 'disturbs him' but he actually looks forward to listening to your voice.

He discovered that you loved to sing when he heard you singing when working one day.

He grumbled and asked if you could stop because it was disrupting his work and when you didn't stop, he went over to see what was going on.

It turns out you had headphones in and couldn't hear him, still singing to whatever song you were singing to.

He secretly enjoyed your singing and was somewhat disappointed when you stopped.

But of course he said 'Thank Primus' or something along those lines.

He would pretend to hate your voice so much that you actually believed it and stopped singing.

Once he saw you crying in one of the vents (how did you get there?) and was surprised when you said you were crying because of how unconfident you felt whenever you sang.

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize that he was the reason you felt unconfident.

He immediately apologized and reassured you that you have a beautiful singing voice.

Honestly... That's just the way he is. A pretty nice guy pretending to be a jerk for some reason.

He hates to admit that he wants to hear you sing, but you usually know what he wants and sings for him.

His favorite song would be '白月光与朱砂痣', because it's the song you sang when he first discovered your beautiful voice. Even though he doesn't completely understand the lyrics, it sounds peaceful and soothing.

"白月光在照耀你才想起她的好..."

Bumblebee

This boy is the most supporting boyfriend anyone could ever have. You are lucky to have him. Do not break his heart or you would be seeing me tonight.

He's young. Like really young. He was born into the war so he has little time where he could actually let loose and be a child, despite him always acting like one.

He has this certain pressure on him to be mature and a warrior, so he has never had a peaceful life.

He loves music on Earth, especially hype music. He would be the type that hates classical music since it's too boring.

A Kpop fan. A huge one. He would be listening to Kpop 24/7, and I'd say that his favorite band is Stray Kids (because who doesn't love them)

He would be the type that doesn't go out of his way to learn a song or a certain dance but just jumps to the rhythm and hums to the music.

He discovered your singing voice when you were singing to a tune under your breath when you heard the song coming from his speakers.

Needless to say he asked you to sing it again and again.

He would watch all the MVs and try to dance along (and breaking stuff in the process)

His favorite song would be 'Zoo', indefinitely. He loves the beat and the rhythm, and it makes him feel alive. It makes him want to jump up and dance, so it would be a bad choice for music when he's driving.

"Head to toe, cool like a lion, CEO, boss like a bison..."

Arcee

I feel like she wouldn't like songs that are too noisy because they actually disturb her (unlike a certain person mentioned above) but she wouldn't like songs that are way too quiet.

She would listen to classical music when trying to focus or work, but overall she would like to listen to songs that aren't too boring but aren't too hype.

I think she would be a great singer but decides not to because she needs to focus on whatever she's doing, same when she was back on Cybertron.

If she's a good singer, then she would be an even better dancer.

She's really agile and quick on her feet (unlike me lmao) and she could hear the beat in music 10 times faster than anyone else and can come up with dances for every song.

She used to be a dance teacher as a part-time back at Cybertron and was good at it. Why do you think she can do cartwheels, backflips and splits without a second thought? She was either a gymnast or dancer and I'm saying dancer.

She would somewhat be like Ratchet, not going to admit she loves your voice but not going to say she hates it too.

She discovered your love for singing when Miko was learning a new song to dance and sing to when you popped in.

Since she was Japanese, it was a bit hard for her to learn something in Korean, despite them being similar (I'm saying this because I have that difficulty too, but for those that don't have this problem correct me pls).

You popped in and taught her how to pronounce the words correctly and proceeding to sing the song yourself.

She was pleasantly surprised, to say the least.

I think her favorite song would be Chandelier by Sia, because it sounds really nice and she just loves the song for some reason.

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I might make a second part with the rest of Team Prime or the Decepticons, but we'll see. I was going to make a full Team Prime for this one, but I didn't have enough time.

Songs are below:

Something Just Like This (Optimus):

youtube

白月光与朱砂痣 (Ratchet)：

youtube

Zoo (Bumblebee):

youtube

Chandelier (Arcee):

youtube

This wasn't good, I know but it was an idea I had and I wanted to finish it before I lost motivation :(

See you next week!

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Cybertronian Liminal spaces ideas: TFP

Tunnels (thru Mts, under cities, etc.)

Red Sand Deserts (Rust Sea Similarities)

Large Scale Industrial Sectors (Think big, automated assembly lines; Similar to their factories)

I also feel like truly gigantic cities (Lots of skyscrapers; similar to their cityscapes) would be similar enough to evoke a sense of nostalgia.

Cybertronian Specific Places:

OP - Libraries (the bigger the more nostalgic he gets) and Rome, b/c of the Collusium (I imagine it reminds him of Kaons Arena)

Megs - Rome (Same as OP), Empty Mines, and ruined Forts (even tho their forts 100% looked different, our ruins still give the same effect)

Ratch - Colleges (Academy Days, specifically the long, winding trails from one building to another), Hospital Corridors (If he has a holoform) and Oddly enough, Victorian Houses. Old and creaky, reminiscent of an old era.

Star - The Buj Kalifa (Vosian Remenicent). Sometimes Specific weather patterns, like Hailstorms or Freezing Rain, remind him of the stinging Acid rain of Cybertron. He hates Blizzards too.

Bulk - Construction sites get him. Rome as well (architecture in general, really).

Sounders - Rome, Government Buildings (specifically, the twisting hallways some important buildings have) and castles/forts.

Arcee - Tunnels, Ravines (I imagine she hid a lot on cybertron, cracks in cybs exoplates would be similar to ravines), and old houses (dilapidated buildings, slowly rotting away; similar to one specific spider incident.

KO - Raceways (obv), but also airports (hanger bays specifically) and large scale paint factories. Also, Buj Kalifa (HC that KO is a Grounded Seeker, explaining SS comment in TFP). Maybe medical tents as well? He was a front line medic after all.

Bee - Rocky mountain roads (scouting), ruins like Stonehenge, and ghost towns. Places where life has been destroyed. Also, war ravaged cities and mysterious old paths through the trees.

BD - Similar to Bulk, but add Mines and industrial buildings too.

Smokey - Libraries (not to the same extent as OP tho), old ruins, and abandoned junkyards (similar effect to the transport ship) I also HC that the escape pod made him pretty Claustrophobic. So small spaces are a no go.

Shockers - Labs, research buildings, but also government buildings (Senator days) and hospitals (too pristine/white a room; he slightly panics) HC that Shockers hates the color white with a dying passion.

Jackie - Labs as well, but also hanger bays and random bars get him too. (HC that he basically found Seaspray in a galactic bar.)

Dread/Quake - Old English/French architecture and Rome

Mags - Government buildings, Libraries (somewhat), but mainly offices and conference rooms get this guy.

Arachnid - Dug out Tunnels (insecticon hives), fancy buildings (Senete esch enough; similar to all her targets homes), and out-of-the-way villages (similar to other organic planets easiest targets)

I think that basically everyone (everyone important I think? Cliffs dead so I didn't include him lol).

HOOOOLY FUCK man you put a LOT of thought into this, this is so cool. The bit about lifeless or decayed places igniting that kinda nostalgia in Bee is actually really sad if you think about it.

Man now I wanna see an episode where a relic is found near the remains of the colosseum, and it has a lot of bots on edge.

I feel like the cities with big reflective or iridescent skyscrapers are spot on, especially in the flashbacks. To add to city scenes, in the flashbacks they had huge streets and ramps and freeways that looked a lot like ours too! (Unless I’m remembering wrong and I’m just nuts)

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thefingerfuckingfemalefury · 2 months

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A lot of characters have been killed off in a lot of things I've read and watched and I've been sad over a lot of them but ironically the death of Sideswipe, a character who I didn't really much feel strongly about in the IDW Transformers comics is one of the moments that always makes me cry hardest

It's a mix of Arcee and Sunstreaker's reactions and the fact that in that final panel, he knows

He knows that he's about to die and he's just genuinely glad, not just that after four million years of conflict and pain, maybe things are finally getting better and there's hope that it wasn't all for nothing but also that his brother and his friend wanted him to be happy before he went and to know that maybe now things will be alright.

Especially since his last memory before his death was of how a warlord was trying to re-start the Decepticon empire. Showing him that actually no, that was prevented and that Cybertron is at peace and the world is better than it was now

I think it makes it even sadder that Arcee in this continuity doesn't remotely believe in Primus or the Afterspark or anything like that. She's certain that when Sideswipe dies that's it, he's gone forever. But she still goes to all this trouble to try and make him happy before he passes.

IDW Arcee is blunt and angry and often more than a little insensitive but she CARES. She doesn't always have the language or the ways to express it the way people expect but she does

#Transformers #MY FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELS #Sfw #Comics #I cry a lot about shape changing robits

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The criticisms (beyond blatant misogyny) surrounding Elita One typically trace back to the fact that she's JUST Optimus Prime's love interest– except this argument itself is a flimsy argument because she's appeared more times NOT as a love interest! In fact, Elita One's most consistent character trait has and continues to be that she's a LEADER! Whether it be the resistance leader on Cybertron, the leader of a Quintesson elite team, the second-in-command of the Autobot's etc. It's people themselves who refuse to see her as anything other than a love interest but her origins as just a love interest aren't exactly black and white to begin with? Ariel and Elita One were originally separate characters, Ariel was going to be Orion Pax's friend and girlfriend that was killed by Megatron while Elita One was a separate character who was coincidentally similar in design. Elita One was always intended to be the character she was in The Search for Alpha Trion. We were always going to get Cybertronian Autobot resistance leader Elita One, she just happened to be conflated with Ariel which in turn saved Ariel's character from being a killed off love interests ultimately sparing the world from one less completely avoidable female character death

Yeah... I was thinking about this, too. With iterations of her that were romantically involved with Optimus, I see people say, "She's bad because she only exists to be his love interest!" but then when there are iterations of her that aren't, people say, "She's just a flat girlboss stereotype!" And you're right—more versions of her weren't romantically involved with Optimus than were, and even the ones that were never really seemed to end up with him? I swear, people just make up reasons to hate her no matter what. Sadly, even her role as a leader I've seen derided. I've seen people saying, "She doesn't deserve to be a leader like Optimus!" as if Ariel and Orion didn't behave basically exactly the same in that one episode. As if Elita-1 and Optimus didn't both save each other in the cartoon, as if they weren't equally competent. It's like for some people, Elita can never be worthy enough, or fun enough, or deep enough... it's sad.

I wonder if people resent Elita because she is a female character who is aspirational the way Optimus Prime is usually aspirational. I'm not saying they don't have relatable traits, too, but usually they are people who are role models, who are authorities. And not only that, but there's often a paternal element to Optimus and a maternal element to Elita-1. I often see people saying, "*insert other female character here* is better than Elita, Elita shouldn't be used anymore!" but there are actually very few maternal authority figures among the female characters in this franchise. Arcee is often someone who has to grow into that sort of role over time, and not as often an equal to Optimus in terms of authority.

Elita-1's original bio in the script

Also, while I totally understand wanting the female Autobots from the Sunbow cartoon to be more than parallels to various male characters, I feel like they've already moved away from that over time? Chromia especially. I get people disliking Oplita in the Sunbow cartoon specifically because Ariel and Elita-1 definitely did feel very much like "the girl counterpart to boy Orion/Optimus" (although she does not actually have the same personality as him! People rarely comment on that) but I genuinely do not get the literal dread at the thought of Elita and Optimus being together that certain people on Tumblr seem to express every time Elita is going to show up???

I mean, my preferred Elita ship would be with Chromia, but that's not because Elita can't be a good love interest to Optimus—it's because I want an "old friend" sort of relationship between a leader and her bodyguard. It's more because I feel like Optimus hasn't been there for Elita enough in my liking, but that doesn't mean he couldn't be in a new story, like in the Skybound comics or something. And my preferred ships for Optimus are Ironhide (G1 cartoon) or Scorponok (G1 comics)... so... strong people who can protect him and can be close friends with him and would sacrifice themselves for him? That literally also perfectly describes Elita-1!!!

It's shocking to me any time people say they hate Elita-1. Like there are so many other characters you could hate in this franchise and it's her? lol

#transformers g1 #transformers go! go!#Elita-1 #Elita One #Oplita #my analysis #People on Tumblr sometimes judge people on sites like Reddit but I've never seen Elita hate THERE! But it's in her tag on here often!

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konata-izumi-kinny-writes · 2 years

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HCs for G1 Bumblebee, Optimus, Starscream, and Arcee with a human s/o who loves singing

(Seperate)

(Author's note: I headcanon that cybertronians are naturally good singers. I don't know why, i really don't lmao)

(Also most of this will be focused on vocaloid as the music genre. Srry lol)

Part 2

Bumblebee

Boi is amazed. Blown away. Stunned.

Can ya blame him tho??

Just frozen in the doorway as he walked in on ya singing

"Sweetspark, you never told me you can sing!"

If you're shy about your voice, don't worry he understands, hes the same.

Small duets, just you and him

If you're not shy about your voice, it inspires him to get over his shyness and yall end up walking the Ark while quietly singing and harmonizing.

Sing Kikuo songs for him, he'll be really surprised when he finds out what the lyrics mean. 🤣

He will question your overall mental health though.

"...wait- thats what that means?? But wha- why is it so catchy- are you okay??!"

Really fun ^^

Of course not every day is sunshine and rainbows, there are times when he comes back extremely sad, tired, or damaged

Just lay him down and sing somethin for him, he'll feel better in a matter of minutes.

You might even put him to sleep

Pls bless this beautiful bot with your voice, it really keeps him going. Especially after a long day.

Optimus Prime

He's impressed to say the least

Turns his audio receptors off and back on, is he hearing this right??

He listens for a while before he says anything.

"My dear spark, what a wondeful voice you have.." he gets closer and takes both your hands into his, then gives you a kiss. "May I hear you again?"

He's so romantic about it aaaaaaaaa

Often times he finds himself humming along to your catchy little melodies

Earth music is fascinating to him, its similar, yet so different

Optimus won't show it but he gets hyped whenever you hit a high note.

He supports you all the way and will never pass up a chance to hear your amazing voice

Starscream

Never though he'd fall in love with a human in the first place but here he is.

Taken aback when he hears you for the first time, no way, a human??? Sounding that amazing?? No way!!!

"...huh.. i wasn't aware humans could sing too.. and dare i say, yours is the best i've ever heard!"

Nobody else gets to hear you, only him.

He keeps you for himself, your now his personal songbird

He loves the little intricate melodies that spill out of you, he just can't help but listen.

Loves Kikuo and Maretu songs. Loves how sad, dark, and negative the energy they give off is.

Starscream isn't much of a musical one himself but he'll hum along, maybe even harmonize if he's feeling up to it.

If you're shy, he'll help you try overcoming your stagefright. Yes he may be evil, but hes not an abusive lover, he doesn't stoop that low. Thats not what love is.

He may be evil, but he supports you.

"You're mine.. my songbird. Nobody can have you, not other humans, not the autobots."

Arcee

Shes so sweet aaaaaa-

When she walks in on you singing, she just stops, sits down and waits for the song to end. A round of applause is given afterward, along with lots of kisses

"You sound amazing, Sweetspark! Music to my audial fins."

If you're shy, she'll understand even though shes the opposite of shy.

She usually goes quiet any time you sing. She just wants to hear you. Nothing else.

There are times where she'll join in though, and oh. my. GOD!!! You two are literally perfect.

Hearing you relaxes her so much. She just adores you.

Arcee's expression just lights up whenever you hit a high note.

Very proud of you. 10/10 lover 💗

Thanks for reading, yall

Unfortunately requests are still closed.

#g1 transformers #transformers x reader #arcee x reader #arcee #g1 arcee #g1 bumblebee #bumblebee x reader #starscream #starscream x reader #g1 starscream #optimus prime #g1 optimus prime #optimus prime x reader #transformers

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melishade · 16 days

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Attack on Prime Incorrect Quotes: The Saga Continues

Main Story

Part Whenever

Hanji: I'm tired.

Optimus: You slept for three hours last night! Why are you surprised?!

Hanji: I'm not surprised. I just wanted to complain about it.

Levi: I want you to know that I’m judging you

Megatron: Don’t you always judge me??

Levi: Yes, but you’ve been extra quirky today so I have to let you know that it hasn’t gone unnoticed.

Hanji: Would you rather kill Eren, or—

Megatron: Yes, kill him.

Armin: They didn’t say the other option.

Megatron: I don’t need to hear it.

Eren: …I’m feeling a little unsafe.

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Zeke: I can't believe you assassinated the Commander of Marley!

Megatron: Well, 'assassinated' implies it was politically motivated. I killed him because he was a dick, so technically I murdered him.

Zeke: That's not better!

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Survey Corps: Can we ask you for a favor?

Optimus: I would literally die for you but continue.

Levi: We have got to talk about you starting sentences that way.

Beloved Timeline

Optimus: What am I supposed to do all day while you're off in Marley?

Elita:...I don't know? What do you normally do when I'm gone?

Optimus *Sniffing and tears up*: Wait for you to get back.

War Timeline

Hanji: We have fun, don’t we, Doc?

Ratchet: I have never been more stressed out in my entire life.

Jack: Wow, Miko, looks like you've been dethroned.

Armin: I...I think we have to kill Eren.

Megatron:

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Pieck: So...how did you two meet?

Optimus glancing over at Megatron: ...You know, we actually legally can't answer that.

===

Beloved Timeline

Elita: Go on! Shout, scream, say something! Stunned as Optimus puts his servo on her cheek.

Optimus to Elita: You're as beautiful as the day I lost you.

Survey Corps:

Megatron: I don’t think you apologizing to me is a good idea.

Armin: Uh…why?

Megatron: Because when you do that, I inevitably feel bad and forgive you, and I really want to be mad.

Armin: But why would you want to be mad? I hate being angry, it ruins everything.

Megatron: Exactly. Ruining everything is kind of my thing, I can’t lose it.

Peaceful Timeline

Maria: Oshern, can you do me a favor?

Oshern: Of course, mo leanbh (my young child). Always.

Maria: Cool. Can you stop denying your feelings and tell Mama (Ymir) you love her — like love love her in that kind of way so the two of you can stop pining?

Oshern, spit-takes

Optimus: Maria, what?

Maria: Focus, Papa. This is important.

===

Megatron: I need help.

Levi: Two words.

Megatron I bet they won't be helpful.

Levi: Your. Problem.

Megatron: I was right.

===

(Based on a prompt of Hanji experimenting with dark energon and seeing Unicron)

Unicron: Hey, I bought your soul last month and-

Hanji: No returns.

Unicron: Please, it’s making me sad.

===

A million years later after the Dark Timeline Epilogue

Optimus: You're worth every tear I've cried since you died. You've always been.

Megatron: Optimus...

Optimus: *almost crying* So don't tell me you're not worth my tears, because you are. You're worth the tears of relief, and, and happiness. I missed you everyday.

Megatron: *hugs Optimus*

Optimus: *crying* I missed you, I'm happy, these are, these are tears, they're—

Megatron: *holds Optimus tighter* Happy tears. I know brother. I know now.

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Arcee: Where's Buckethead?

Hanji: Don't worry, I'll find him.

Hanji, shouting: Optimus sucks!

Megatron, distantly: How fragging dare you!

Hanji: Told you he still cared about him.

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Optimus dealing with another death/respawn situation: What's up guys, I'm back.

Hanji, crying: What the- you can't be here. You're dead. I literally saw you die.

Optimus: Death is a social construct.

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Eren: I'm not traumadumping.

Eren: I'm telling you my villain origin story.

Arcee: That's fragging worse!

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Levi: Someone will die -

Hanji: Of fun!

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Random Marleyan: Wait, you're gay? Are you fucking serious?

Optimus: I'm bisexual, actually. And yes.

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Peaceful Timeline

Ymir: ...You came...

Optimus: You called.

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Megatron: The dwarf is telling me I'm going to die.

Armin:...Are...are you sick?

Megatron smirking: No, he just doesn't like me.

Levi: IMMA FUCK YOU UP ON TUESDAY!

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Hanji: You are, of course, wondering why it is I have brought you here tonight.

Optimus: Actually Hanji, after all these weeks, I just sort of go with it.

===

Eren: Arcee, I just realized something. I had a bad childhood.

Arcee: Yeah, I know.

Eren: What do you mean you know?

Arcee: Look at you.

Eren: What do you mean look at me?

Arcee: Look at how you stand! People with good childhoods don't stand like that.

===

Arcee: *speaking Cybertronian*

Eren: I know, I know.

Wheeljack baffled: You speak Cybertronian?

Eren: No. I just know the phrase, 'this is all your fault' in every language.

===

*at Megatron and Eren's funeral in the Dark Timeline*

Armin: Optimus...it... it was a beautiful service.

Optimus: *staring up at thunderclouds* I'm glad it didn't rain. They hated the rain. *reaches up to wipe away tears* Why do I feel this way Armin?

Armin: Because you loved them, Optimus.

===

Hanji to Optimus: You are my best friend! If I'm dying, you're dying with me! Ain’t no choice!

===

Peaceful Timeline

Megatron to Maria: I was never afraid until you showed up.

===

Eren: When have I ever done something rash or irresponsible?

Optimus channeling his inner archivist: I keep a list. It’s alphabetized.

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weenwrites · 8 months

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Little Quirks About Them

[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]

Arcee

She always knew that she'd leave earth at some point, whether it's because she's met the end of her road, or they're moving someplace else, or for some other reason entirely... She just hopes that it's to go back to a revived cybertron, but when—if that time ever comes, she's often entertained the thought of "what if she could bring you with her, just to show you around?"

If that time ever did come, she'd show you all the old places she used to spend her time around before the war, take you on rides around the old war-torn roads, and she'd tell you all about what her life was like, all about friends from the past, etc. etc.. But there's a glint of grief and sadness in her eyes and tone whenever she does, and her voice sometimes tapers off into silence when she really just takes in the scope of how much was destroyed in the war, so hopefully you'd be there for her when she needs it.

Bumblebee

He probably did keep a journal to document his time on earth at some point, and to write down all his thoughts, feelings, frustrations, etc.. And if you looked through it, you could tell just when he began to like you. How so? Well, you'll be mentioned more frequently in almost every entry, and with the way he talks about you makes it clear that he "likes" you.

He always seems so lovestruck and happy, his doorwings would flutter and he gets so excited whenever he talks about something you were telling him about, whether it be an accomplishment, a show you like, something nice you said to him, etc... And he likes to look back and review his older entries—particularly those where he talks about you, or some other nice thing he enjoys—whenever he's feeling down or if he has some free time.

Wheeljack

Before he officially joined the team but decided to stay on earth, he mostly spent his time traveling around to his heart's content. And wherever he stopped, he'd occasionally find a stray cat or dog, or perhaps a horse in a field, or a cow who always seemed unafraid of him, and he'd take some time from his day and just hang out and chill with the animal.

He'd talk to them as if they were an actual person, and he'd pet and rub them... At other times he'd just jokingly offer them some energon (just to let them smell it) and say something like "yeah, want a little bit of that, buddy? heh, sorry, but I don't think organics can eat this stuff..."

Anyway, all this to say that he would probably love any pets that you have.

#tfp imagines #tfp headcanons #tfp x reader #tfp arcee #arcee x reader #tfp bumblebee #bumblebee x reader #tfp wheeljack #wheeljack x reader #x reader #reader insert #self insert #weenwrites

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Can Tfp Autobots And Tfp Decepticons React To Tfa Soundwave Who Was Not Cybertronian But Who Was An Homemade Robot Created By Tfa Megatron Who Control The All Robot Helpers All Over The City And Who Kidnapped The Tfa Autobots And Put Them In His Secret Base Where He Put Them Unconscious And Who Make Them Enter Virtual Reality Who Tfa Autobots Are Humans And Brainwashed Them But He Also Brainwashed The Whole Tfa Humans And He Called Tfa Autobots To Renamed Them As Evil Autobots As Their Brainwashed Selfs And He Had Also Pet Bird Named Laserbeak And Who Transforms Into An Electric Guitar He Aids In Soundwave's Manipulations of Sound And Data Transmission He Can Hack Into Any Computer Acoustically And Also Can Focus Sound Into A Concussive Blast And Who Can Although Built By Soundwave And Laserbeak Possesses A Spark Due To Bearing A Tiny Sliver of The AllSpark And Had Pet Bat Named Ratbat And Transforming Into A Keytar He Aids In Soundwave's Manipulations of Sound And Data Transmission And Is Capable of Broadcasting On Multiple Frequencies All At Once This Allows Soundwave To Take Total Control Over The Minds of Any Human or Autobot that's Unfortunate Enough to Hear Ratbat's music Although built by Soundwave Ratbat Possesses A Spark Due To Bearing A Tiny Sliver of the AllSpark Instead of Refueling Through Conventional Means Ratbat Enjoys Sucking Out The Energy Out of Other Machines Especially Tfa Autobots And Tfa Soundwave Who Had Drones Army Of Himself But He Called Them Minicons

Hello sorry it took me so long to get to this ask I finally found some energy and perfect time to do this. Thank you for the Ask!

Tfp Optimus Prime: Optimus was surprised to learn that Tfa Soundwave is the creation of Tfa Megatron. He kinda finds it interesting that Megatron would do such a thing. Optimus would want to try to bring Tfa Soundwave on to the side of good.

Tfp Ratchet: He's finds it weird that Tfa Megatron created Tfa Soundwave. it's not that he doesn't think it's possible he just doesn't understand how Megatron of all people would create and entire sentient being. he finds the parallels to tfp soundwaves partners (can someone tell me how their official title is spelt please I would look it up but I am lazy) and tfa Soundwaves minicons to be very interesting.

Tfp Arcee: She doesn't like Tfa Soundwave all she knows is that he was created by Megatron and has minicons and that's all she needs to know before deciding that he is an enemy not to be trusted. she's proven right when she learns the story about him trying to brainwash the Autobots and almost succeeds.

Tfp Bumblebee: he semi pities Tfa soundwave after all being the creation of any Megatron is sad enough but he also knows that any soundwave is dangerous so he steers clear of Tfa Soundwave.

Tfp Bulkhead: Bulkhead doesn't understand what lead Megatron to creating Tfa soundwave and he cares not of the reasons. he feels that all he needs to know is that Tfa soundwave is an enemy.

Tfp Megatron: he finds it interesting that an alternate version of himself created that universes version of soundwave. he doesn't care of the reasons but he treats tfa Soundwave with the same respect he treats Tfp soundwave with. He figures that since Tfa Megatron created him that Tfa Soundwave would have even more loyalty towards Tfa Megatron which in Tfp Megatrons optics is a good thing.

Tfp Starscream: He would find Tfa Soundwave just as annoying if not more annoying as Tfp Soundwave because since he's smaller he can get in and out of places with out being noticed which makes him the perfect spy and that is a problem for Starscream seeing as he's constantly making plans to overthrow Megatron.

Tfp Soundwave: he likes this other version of himself not that anyone could notice. he likes that this version of himself all though small still found a way to contribute to the cause. he also would take a page out of Tfa soundwaves book and try to brainwash the Tfp Autobots.

#maccadam #macaddam #i got an ask!#tfp optimus prime #tfp ratchet #tfp arcee #tfp bumblebee #tfp bulkhead #tfp megatron #tfp starscream #tfp soundwave #tfa soundwave

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eldritch-araneae · 11 months

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Sparkpulse XII - Jewel of Vos

Summary: Bumblebee and Windblade are searching for cultural artifacts to take with them to the stars. What they found wasn't just an ancient heritage, but direct key to Bumblebee's past. ((Hello, I'm back with new update and amazing art! Enjoy! <3))

Days go by as Autobots prepare to leave Cybertron while searching for the missing AllSpark. Despite scouts' best efforts to find the most important cybertronian artifact, they still have zero clues where it could be. As if it’s just vanished from existence.

Trying to distract himself, Bumblebee switched his focus to gathering resources, historical artifacts, and anything with cultural value. They are leaving but still will part parts of Cybertron with them. Thus, he and his amica are exploring nearby regions.

“We’re finally here,” Bumblebee says, gazing at the ruins of Vos below him as he leans into Windblade’s side.

“So eerie to see the city we often see in your dreams being busy and full of life, being so quiet and empty.” She looks at the horizon, seeing nothing but ruined buildings and rubble everywhere. The silence is almost deafening, only a howling wind making it a bit more bearable. Her optics land on the particular building. “I see our destination.”

“Yep, Jewel of Vos, the city amphitheater. It has seen countless people and history in making.” Bumblebee nods, “I hope we’ll find some cultural artifacts intact. The more we take with us the better.”

“Couldn’t agree more!” Windblade smiles and opens her arms. “Shall we?”

Bumblebee happily jumps into her embrace, letting her grip him tight as they fly into the air. In a few minutes they reach the amphitheater, Bumblebee sensed a layer of sadness coming from Windblade’s spark. It’s been like this since they returned from the Spire. Initially, he thought it was stress over seeing him badly injured, but the mood still prevails weeks later, even though he recovered fully without issues. It troubles him, but he doesn’t want to push either.

They head inside, stepping carefully around the unstable floor.

“So, do you like new weapons Wheeljack made for us? That ammo system looks very cool!” Bumblebee tries to bring up the mood.

“Yes, I even tested my sword in the training arena. It’s a bit noisy but very effective! I think those “undead” stand no chance against us.”

“Ugh, right, those things! It would be great if we won’t run into them… but last scouting reports said they’re crawling everywhere.”

“Not good. Is Shockwave sending them or do they just wander around? If yes then why? They don’t seem capable to execute even trivial tasks.”

“Who knows…” Bumblebee sighs, trying to not think around it. Seeing her mood isn’t improving too much, he changes the topic. “By the way, did you hear Arcee and Slipstream are dating now?”

“Huh, really? Looks like your matchmaking efforts paid off!" she chuckles, but her mood still fades quickly. They carefully pass the ruined hallway into an open arena-like space. This was the center of everything for everyone.

“Windblade, are you alright?” Bumblebee finally asks, seeing how dancing around the subject proved no help. “You’ve been feeling sad for a while now and I’m worried about you.”

“Am I?” her optics widen in surprise. ”Hm… now you mention this, I do feel some kind of sadness, but never bothered to stop and examine it.”

Bumblebee perks, seeing being direct was a good choice. He spots a few benches intact in the front of the arena and takes her hand. "Well, we don’t have to rush with the mission, and I feel anyone near us. I think we should rest. And talk.”

Windblade’s expression softens, following Bumblebee to take the seat. They relax in the front row, taking in the melancholy of the forgotten place. Bumblebee opens his arms, offering her a hug. She gladly accepts it and pulls him closer. They stayed like this before she gathered her thoughts.

“The fight with Decepticons near the Spire.“ She says. ”I wasn’t thinking much at the moment as I was afraid for your life, but now the danger is behind us I keep thinking about how I reacted.”

“You were protecting me.”

“Yes, but it’s not just that. Usually, I count hits in my head, always aiming to subdue my opponent as fast as possible. But when Starscream stabbed you, my mind went blank and the next thing I see is his tail in the ground.” She sighs as she slightly nuzzles his head. Bumblebee feels fear in her spark as she said the last sentence. “I know he’ll grow another tail in a few days. His regenerative abilities are impressive… but still.”

“Are you afraid of losing control?” He asks while being impressed if he was honest. He knew she was an incredibly skilled warrior, but he never thought how much precision and focus goes into it.

“Exactly. I don’t want to kill somebody when I don’t intend to. Or killing in general, even if I want to.” Windblade trails off in the end as if now she is not sure she should say it out loud.

“Did you ever have to?” he asks carefully, sensing he’s getting into touchy subject territory.

“Unfortunately.” She sighs. She looks down to see his face. He nods, encouraging her to keep going. ”It saved the rest of Autobots from death, but it’s not something I can easily brush off and get over it.”

“I’m sorry, it must be tough.” He squeezed her lightly. ”No one should be forced to kill for the greater good, and wish I could take this burden from you.”

“You’re very kind, but I wouldn’t want this for you.”

“That’s alright, I think I used to do this kind of thing. Rarely, but I would have to kill a beast only because it grew too big and powerful it started to decimate its ecosystem. When it comes to awful people in power, I tend to think the same. I would take this burden so no one has to do this. That’s what I was made for, I think.”

“That’s fascinating! You’re full secrets, aren’t you?” she lightly boops his nose, earning a cute giggle in return. Bumblebee feels her mood is getting better after she let out the burden from her chest.

“Apparently yes. I still can’t grasp my past, but little dreams here and there show I used to be some kind of guardian. Watching over nature, making sure ecosystems are stable and overseeing evolution.”

“Your vast biology knowledge definitely supports this!”

Bumblebee looks up and reaches with his face to gently nuzzle her face, causing more giggles from both partners. Windblade’s improved significantly, and he sighs in relief.

A shuffling sound nearby interrupts the peaceful moment. After exchanging confused looks, Bumblebee carefully moves towards the noise with his weapon drawn from subspace containment.

“RAAAAWR!” a creature jumps out from the wall crack, ready to maul whoever dared to get close. Sharpened reflexes guide the minibot, he beheads it in one swift motion. Electric pure energon spills everywhere, its limp body collapses onto the floor. Windblade was immediately at Bumbebee’s side.

“Here they are…” she says with much disdain.

“Yes, I forgot they were sparkless, no wonder I couldn’t sense anyone nearby except you— wait!”

“Hm?”

He went still, focusing deeply on his senses. “No way! Now I feel someone else, right at the edge of my radius. They’re deeper into the amphitheater and very stressed. Can’t really tell who it is from here, but they might need our help.”

“Lead the way, Bee!” she says with her sword ready.

Carefully the duo proceeds deeper into the establishment, trying their best to not alert the undead husks. It was easy at first, but the number of monsters raises significantly as they keep going.

‘This is getting tricky.’ Windblade says into Bumblebee’s mind to keep it quiet.

‘And in addition to my inability to sense them - they all look gray, merging with the surroundings.’ He grimaces, trying to see how many husks are on their path. ‘At least the spark is nearby… and it sounds like Frenzy or Rumble. Can’t say which since they’re twins.’

‘Right, being split sparks and all.’ She nods, mentally preparing ahead of time since either of the cassette twins can be an absolute menace. ‘Something tells me the husks hunting anyone alive, no matter which side they’re on. Megatron has such little regard for his own comrades.’

‘I’m not surprised, he still lets Shockwave do anything he wants.’ He almost growls but manages to keep it inside. ‘Let’s get moving.’

Tip-toeing around the horde, Bumblebee tries to not react to the unnatural sounds the undead make. They groan and moan nonstop, shuffling and stumbling to stand. He could say they act like dying beasts, but even this wouldn’t be the right comparison. A beast would be silent as it’d weak, it would hide so no one can found it. Meanwhile, the undead has no rhyme and reason! Their behavior is random, only controlled by a simple algorithm that occasionally triggers some other functions.

They shouldn't exist. It’s nothing but a waste of precious mechon that could become a brand new living being housing the brilliant spark! Instead, it’s nothing but a flex of the disillusioned scientist who’s thinking he’s above nature! Every protocol in his mind urges him to fix the balance and return the stolen mechon to the core.

But the core has been broken for a long time! Littered with corpses, nothing gets recycled. It’s the reason why he’s stuck with a fragile cold constructed body that can’t even form into his dragon alt-mode!

Bumblebee takes a deep breath to cool his raging core. He feels the comforting hand of his amica, grounding him. She knows how he feels, but she’s right - no time for distractions. They successfully sneak by the horde into a big round room.

“This looks like a small auditorium.” Windblade stares in awe at the surrounding. Despite the destruction, she can make out detailed ornaments on broken walls. “I can only imagine how beautiful this place used to be.”

Bumblebee took a few seconds to admire the craft before his attention moved to the spark to his right. “You can come out, it’s safe here for now.”

“So you can kill me? Naaah, I’m good!” A distressed voice replies." Especially you bug, you’re scary!”

“What? We won’t?” Bumblebee says, glancing at Windblade in slight confusion. Autobots have never carelessly wasted lives. Even when Sentinel was in charge, he couldn’t convince every Autobot that unnecessary violence was necessary. But, of course, Megatron has to keep what remains of his army on a short leash.

“We aren’t on the battlefield right now, nor killing you is part of our mission.” She says. “And the undead doesn’t differentiate the sides it seems. I think it will be beneficial to all of us to stick together and get out of here before those things overwhelm us.”

“…Fine.” After a few seconds of shuffling, a purple and pink cassette crawls out rubble.

“Rumble, you look terrible!” Windblade gasps, seeing several injuries all over his plating.

“Well… I thought those reanimated people will be friendly to us since Shockwave made them…” Rumble averts his visor away from taller mechs, embarrassed by his naive thinking.

“He has never been on your side, to begin with,” Bumblebee says in the matter-o-fact. “Anyway, let’s go.”

“Wait, Frenzy is out there! When the horde attacked us, I lost sight of him.”

“Huh?” Bumblebee focuses on his senses, trying to locate the other twin for a few minutes. “He’s not nearby. Do you remember where you separated?”

“Sort of… I think? The ruins look all the same!”

“Show me.”

They follow the cassette, avoiding the horde, to the opposite side of the building from where the duo entered. Eventually, he stops. ”I think it was over here.”

Bumblebee’s keen optics notices huge scratch marks on the floor. The size is too big for any creature they have seen so far. That’s concerning, but maybe it’s just old marks left by a beastformer. Like Grimlock! But his claw marks look different. In fact, he can’t recall anyone with such a claw shape among the living.

“Hey? Are you there?” Rumble’s voice snaps him back to reality.

“Uh, sorry.” He focuses on his senses once again. Immediately he catches a distressed ping several meters away from him. “He must be in the next room, let’s go!”

Without hesitation, the group sprints into another auditorium to find Frenzy being cornered by an undead abomination.

“Why is it so huge? What’s wrong with it?!” Rumble yells in horror as Bumblebee and Windblade froze in place. It wasn’t just another reanimated cybertronian. It was a blob welded together from different parts of several people. Countless arms are twisting several faces around like worms, armed with jagged claws. The minibot realizes where the claw marks came from. Those claws looks like roughly cut sheets of metal, welded to creature's fingers.

“Stars! One thing is seeing this in movies and another when it’s in front of you!” Windblade grips her sword tightly.

“Cut this thing to pieces!” Bumblebee growls in fury, loading his glaive. It crackles with electricity. Without fear Bumblebee charges at the blob of hands, unleashing his anger. A loud thunderclap shakes the air as the blade cuts through the arm tendrils.

Windblade follows. His sword hums with energy, heating up so much it activates the fan in the hilt. With a precise motion, she slices another tendril off. The creature backed away from Frenzy, shifting its attention to the duo.

“It’s working!” Windblade cuts closer to the core of the creature. His optics catch a glimpse of amalgamated faces beneath. “Whatever power source it has, it must be where the faces are.”

“Got it!” Bumblebee replies as he cuts through from his side. The moment he sees the core he lunges for it. He misses. One creature’s arms grab his leg and yank him hard.

“Oof!” he falls onto the flower before the hand drags high up allowing more hands to restrain him. Bumblebee snuggles against several arms trying to squeeze him hard. His chest wails in pain and the spark loses its rhythm. He gasps, the pain is getting sharper.

“Bee!” Windblade flies up above the creature, then dives right at the arms holding her amica, severing them off successfully. Immediately she catches him in mid-air, landing a few meters away from the monster. Bumblebee freezes in her arms, waiting for his pulse to stabilize.

The undead amalgamation hisses and retaliates against them with its remaining arms, but the sudden earthquake forces it to lose its balance. Windblade looks over her shoulder to see Rumble using his stompers to stall the monster.

“Come here, you ugly face!” Rumble taunts and it works as the abomination charges at it. It chases the cassette around until he tripped and fell right in front of it. The monster would have injured him if not for the glaive and the sword piercing its core. Everything went still before was sliced into three pieces.

The undead abomination falls apart, revealing Windblade and Bumblebee behind it. The core hits the ground, revealing its power source - a crystallized pure energon. The minibot growls and crush it into pieces with his foot. It was over. Rumble stares at him with a frightened expression, noting to never anger the yellow minibot no matter how harmless he appears.

“Primus this thing was horrible! I almost died!” Frenzy finally gathers his bearings.

“You shouldn’t wander around the horde alone.” Bumblebee reloads his glaive just in case.

“They aren’t supposed to attack us!”

“Uh-huh.”

“We should leave before more of them come,” Windblade says.

“Yep, not staying here!” Rumble grabs their twin’s arm and hurriedly to the exit. For a second he pauses. “Um…thanks for the help by the way. You’re not bad. For Autobots I mean.”

The duo silently watches the cassettes leave.

‘Do you think we should leave or explore a bit more?’ Windblade talks into Bumblebee’s head.

‘I think we can stay for a bit. Hate coming back empty-handed. And our new weapons were great! Wheeljack outdid himself.’

Windblade smiles and they continued to explore the building. It appears that dismantling the big creature was enough to scare the rest of the horde, making the search much easier. They kept going until they stumbled upon a locked room. Locks are nothing to Windblade. The door opens and both mean light up, finally!

“Musical storage room!” Windblade rushes to pick up an ancient violin. “It rusted all over and missing strings, but I’m sure Perceptor can fix this.”

“That’s amazing! I hope we have enough subspace to carry all of this!” Bumblebee runs his hand over a drum kit. “You know, I always wanted to try this.”

“And I wanted to learn guitar!” She picks it up after storing the violin. “Imagine us making an actual band, with Jazz and Arcee.”

Bumblebee smiles at the possibility, this can brighten everyone’s lives. He looks around to see what else they can carry home until his optics land on the familiar-looking filigree lantern sitting on the table. His optics widen as he hurriedly runs over to make sure he’s not seeing things.

It was indeed the object from his dreams that houses the protective black hole, hiding him from terrible monsters. He sees the effects of time on it: the silver oxidized into black and the shine long faded long ago, the glass is broken and some bits of filigree are damaged or fallen off completely. He hears a soft gasp behind him as Windblade saw it.

“Lightbright’s lantern! And it is still intact despite how much time has passed. She must be here but she wasn’t part of an orchestra or a singer.” Windblade says.

Bumblebee stares at the lantern as if it can tell him, answerers, then he noticed a bundle inside it. He carefully reaches inside, trying to not damage it further, and picked up something warped in black cloth. Unwrapping it reveals a small metal key. The duo exchange looks.

“A mystery she left behind!” Windblade whispers in slight excitement, making Bumblebee giggle softly.

“There is nothing else, so the lock must be nearby.” His first thought is to check the same table where he saw the lantern. There are a few containers stashed under the table. He pulls each one by one while Windblade goes through counters for something that might resemble the lock until they find an old black case.

She places it on the table and Bumblebee tries the key. It fits perfectly and with a soft few clicks the case opens. Inside is a small hexagon shape a purple ornate box made out of biometallic tree plating, giving it a unique texture. It is decorated with patterns made out of white gold and with crescent-shaped morganite gem sitting on top. A winding key sticking from the side makes it clear - it’s a music box.

“Woah!” Windblade stares in awe. “This box must be ancient, just judging by the materials its made of. Absolutely stunning!”

“Yes, the master made it with love and care. It looks so familiar thought.” He smiles, revering the masterwork. He opens the music box. Inside is a beautiful lotus-like flower, with petals carved of rose quartz. Then he winds up the music box. The flower opens up and begins to spin slowly as music fills the silent room.

The melody and beautiful and serene, yet with notes of melancholy in it. Bumblebee listens carefully feeling the song stirring so many memories in his head, but they are just out of reach. His optics tear up. He knows this song is incredibly important to him. And the fact he forgot because of the seal makes his spark ache.

Meanwhile, Windblade is entirely zoned out, feeling like she’s in a different place and time. She looks up to see Bumblebee’s face which is towering over her like a mountain, telling him he won’t be lonely anymore. He gently smiles as tears float down his face.

But it’s not her memory.

The moment of realization snaps her back to reality. What was that she had no clue, but before she could chew on this thought, her optics caught another thing in the case - a small datapad. She reaches to pick it up, activating it in her hand.

“Voice Auntification.” A robot's voice says.

Windblade glances over at Bumblebee, who also heard it. She passes the datapad to him, feeling like the content stored in it must be addressed to him.

“Um…” he hums awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

“Welcome back Bumblebee.” Looks like it was enough to unlock it. Immediately he sees a message for him left on the home screen. He opens it.

Dear Bee, you probably won’t believe this, but I did! I found your music box! It was hard to track it down. But now it’s here and I am happy to —

The music abruptly stops, making the duo snap their heads where the box was only to see Frenzy holding it in his hands!

Bumblebee’s expression immediately changes fills with the fury that only a few people had the chance to see, giving the cassette a death glade that would incinerate him if it was possible. “Put. It. BACK!”

Frenzy freezes for a second, feeling like he’s just angered something he never shouldn’t, but it’s too late. He stoves it into subspace and bolts out the door as fast as he can. Bumblebee roars and runs after him.

“THAT’S MINE!” he yells as he pulls out his glaive and swings it at the cassette. Frenzy barely dodged the blade. Fear strikes Bumblebee’s spark. He cannot lose this music box! It has such huge significance to him and he won't lose it to some lousy con! He pickles up the pace and leaps after the con, capturing him successfully. They roll for a few meters as momentum carried them into the wall.

“Let go of me!” Frenzy yells, attempting it wrestle himself free.

“Return the box and I’ll let you go!”

“Make me!”

Something inside Bumblebee snaps and he roars, and Frenzy’s vision distorts drastically. The colors and waves fill everything, the chromatic aberration lining everyone's objects to see, becoming blurry and sharp again. He hears the minibot's demands, multiplied by hundreds of voices until he can’t hear anything else.

Frenzy had never been so terrified in his life. What kind of psychophysical warfare it is? Since when Autobots were capable of this?! No wonder many ‘cons are scared of this guy!

Unable to bear the assault on his mind any longer and he obeys. The moment the music box is pulled out of subspace, Bumblebee grabs it immediately and back away from the gasping cassette.

“Frenzy, what are you doing?” Rumble rushes in, confused about what’s going on. “We’re gotta leave!”

“I’m fulfilling Soundwave’s mission! He told us to go and bring this thing!” Frenzy point to the box Bumblebee’s protective hold. He growls at him in return.

“Well, but he saved us!” Rumble objects. “And he looks furious!”

“But Soundwave—“

“Soundwave can shove it where the sun does shine!”

“How dare you! He’s our caretaker!”

“A caretaker that doesn’t CARE about us anymore?! Wake up Frenzy, grows more neglectful each year! Only ‘Megatron this, Megatron that!’, when did he last time remember us outside of his stupid missions?!”

The twins loudly argue, looking like they were about start fighting. The emotions are high and unpleasant, the pain that has been setting in their sparks now is erupting out of the unhealed wound. He feels Windblade’s hands on his shoulders. She soundlessly asks if he’s okay. His expression softens and nods.

“Fine, you know what I don’t care! We’re leaving!” Frenzy throws his hands in the air, and stomps outside through the hole in the wall. Rumble sights, not sure if it was in relief or disappointment.

“Uh…” he feels like he needs to say something but can’t find the words.

“Do you always fight like this?” Windblade asks him.

“Not really, it's only a recent thing. Soundwave is the reason why.” Rumble says as he goes after his twin. “Not your business, though. Forget what you saw.”

‘That was a terrible fight.’ She says telepathically.

‘Yes. Decepticons’ life wasn’t great when I was infiltrating them and seems like it’s just gotten even worse.’ Bumblebee sighs. ‘No wonder so many left.’

Windblade hums in agreement, gently caressing his shoulders. ‘I have the lanterns with me and the datapad. And we got what we came for.’

‘Let’s go home.’

They returned safely, and Jazz was ecstatic to see many musical instruments the pair recovered. A crowd formed around them to see and make plans to leans an instrument. Optimus Prime couldn't believe his optics when they showed the music box.

“You have no idea how rare this music box is!” he says in awe, carefully looking at it while Bumblebee holds it up to see, not letting anyone hold it. “Many experts dated it to the Primordial Era! The motifs on the box are showing the old world before Quintessons took over. And because of its rarity and one of the kind status, many rich people would do anything to get their hand on it. From blackmailing to murders. We are very fortunate to have it intact.”

Bumblebee grimaces at the thought, thinking about how many times it was passed around like it was an expensive thing for the rich to own.

“Can I keep it? I don’t know why, but I feel really attached to it.” Bumblebee asks, fearing he might have to give it up.

“Huh, I wonder why.” Optimus murmurs, before he nods. “Alright, you can keep it. Just take a good at it. It is one of the rarest Cybertronian artifacts we’ll ever get.”

“I will. Thank you.”

After a little party Jazz decided to throw to celebrate the mission's successes, the duo retreated to their room. It’s past noon and they desperately need sleep. But despite being tired Bumblebee is wide awake staring. The last message is occupying his mind, but at the same time, he is anxious to read it.

But he cannot wait any longer.

Bumblebee carefully crawls over Windblade and takes the datapad.

“Can’t sleep?” Turn out Windblade wasn’t asleep either.

“I keep thinking about the letter and everything. I must know what Lightbright wanted to say or I will never rest.” He lets out a sad chuckle.

“Fair enough,” she says and relaxes against the soft bed. “The melody was beautiful, can we hear it again?”

Bumblebee smiles and winds up the music box again, filling the room with music. Then he activates the datapad, this time he can read in peace without any distractions. His optics began running through the strokes.

Dear Bee, you probably won’t believe this, but I did! I found your music box! It was hard to track it down. But now it’s here and I am happy to return it so the memory of Starjump will always be with you.

Starjump. The name echoed in his mind, making his spark ache. Tears are slowly gathering in his optics as the memories try rushing into his head, but only to be stopped by the seal yet again. But his spark remembers.

It knows.

It grieves.

I’m leaving my lantern with it. I don’t know if my suspicions are true, but Shockwave has been stalking me lately. More cityspeakers are murdered, I feel my end is drawing near. So, if anything happens to me, I beg you not to blame yourself. What happened wasn’t your fault.

Bumblebee chokes softly, his spark hurts more as foggy tears float down his face.

You did all you could to save us. I hope one day you will be free from your prison and live your life again. So, please, live no matter what because I will find you in the next life. I promise!

I love you, Bumblebee. Until we meet again.

Tearful mist flows down his face as the realization hits him. Lightbright knew what was coming, and yet she wished for him to move on without guilt. Part of him that hates him denies this truth. It wants to object, that he deserved suffering for letting her, Starjump and others die. He feels Windblade’s gentle arms wrapping around his chest, pulling him closer.

This is when he knows Lightbright would comfort him if she was in Windblade’s place. She wouldn't want him agonizing over the past. He knows it. It’s hard to accept, but he can try. She asked him after all, he’ll do it for her.

Bumblebee turns around to hug Windblade fully. He buries his face into her chest, allowing himself to feel all his emotions as the music keeps playing.

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Author's Note: Phew, that took a while for to update, go hit with burn out really badly that cause me to rewrite this chapter multiple times! And they I decided to be ambitions and to make a title-card-like art for the chapter... which also took a while to draw xD

I'm sorry for all Soundwave fans, Earthspark planted the seed into my head, and now I want to explore this. But don't worry it, won't be just a drama for nothing I promise~

I hope you enjoyed the update! Like, reblog, comment until the next update! Cheers! <3

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witchofthesouls · 1 year

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I keep thinking about the Other!humans-into-Cybertronians. A lot.

Jack constantly sneaking around the base, spooking the Autobots like the ghost he is. June is no different. Absolutely amused whenever she gets someone to ruffle their plating with every random appearance.

Whenever Jack and Miko get excited, their wings start quivering and beat rapidly. When sad, they droop low. When spooked, they flare. When upset, they pull back with a higher flare.

Raf not only enjoys being carted around like a football, but likes tucking into someone’s side for a nap, especially after someone returns from a drive. He’s a heat-seeker. He’s the easiest one to find, usually in his pen, digging into rocks by the machinery, or underneath the computer.

Somebody save the rest of the Autobots whenever June and Optimus vibe on the same level. Like of course, the semi-domesticated mech from the Wastelands turned archivist and into a Prime gets along with the resident cryptid and the feral sparklings.

The kids are hot gossip at Jasper Hospital. There’s quite a few well-wishers and gifts. Miko absolutely adores the durable plushie/squishmallow that a floor worker from the Aquatic Unit had crafted and sent over. The Autobots have mixed feelings since it’s pale, has multiple faces, and many tentacles, and Miko really likes pouncing on it. The creepy thing causes a lot screaming when it propelled itself in the water. Joy from the kids; terror from most of the mecha.

Jack is picking up Neocybex quite well. He has the unfortunate habit of mashing different dialects together. It drives Ratchet, Arcee, and Ultra Magnus up the walls. Optimus doesn’t see the problem, the boy is learning quite well. (Orion Pax went through the same thing. Alpha Trion had the patience of saint to unravel the mess, especially when the ancient mech also had to bridge the Wastelands instinct with Iaconic mid-to-upper-caste sensibilities.) Wheeljack and Smokescreen, live on the edge and fear few things, cackled like hyenas when Ultra Magnus does an impressive spit-take when Jack, testing out more phrases, tried asking him for a ride. No child, not with those subglyphs.

There are many snapshots with the sparklings. On the ceiling, perched on the computer, cuddled in lap, in the makeshift nest that was once the couch, in the oasis, climbing all over walls and trees, deep in a hole, happily chirring in the showers, feeding wildlife, hitching a ride on someone’s back, and so on. (Weirdly enough, Jack’s pictures and videos have an eerie, dark shadow lurking at some corner. There’s no eyes upon the figure, but it seems to turn its uncomfortable gaze upon those that focus too much on it.)

Many times an Autobot had woken up by Jack’s face peeking down from the ceiling or Miko silently staring along with her giant plushie/squishmallow’s multiple, beady, dark eyes at the head of the berth. Yes, bitty, get in the berth.

The Autobots get used to Jack and Miko scurrying up their frames to peek over a shoulder as they hook into the seams of their back-plating or spinal struts. It’s easier to keep track of the sparklings, especially with Jack’s habit to suppress himself.

Never had an Autobot base been so meticulously clear, especially in private rooms. All because the baby Predacon will get too curious about anything on the ground and, due to the lack of fingers in Raf’s alt-mode, will nibble and take a mean bite. With varying levels of success.

There’s an unspoken agreement to not give the sparklings sugar. Jack and Miko already have the zoomies. Just as there’s an unspoken agreement not to question too deeply about June’s work and habits.

When Nightstrike, the once Base Cougar, finally got released, the kids raised so much fuss that a trip was made to try to find her in the wild. Of course, she finds them. Never had the Autobots seen such an indulgent look by an animal as Jack and Miko trill and chirp at her.

Because Miko is Miko, no matter the species change. She had immediately darted through the Ground Bridge and, much to the Autobots’ absolute horror, dropped into the icy landscape of Greenland during a major storm. Luckily, they didn’t recover an icicle of a sparkling, nor did Miko suffer any cold-related damage to her frame, but it was time that Optimus was truly angry and kept her grounded right by his side for several weeks.

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Everyone Needs Rest Sometimes

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a friend and someone on here asked, i am (nervously) delivering

comfort fic but this time it’s Optimus getting the care he deserves 💞💞 written as my oc, but no names will be mentioned so it feels more like a self insert thing. Also intended to be read as either platonic or romantic, but my lean towards the latter based on people’s boundaries !! Written with tfp Optimus in mind, uses his holoform (cough cough heres my design cough)

cw for mental health stuff, anxiety, paranoia // might be slightly ooc but shhh

also there’s a bath scene (get your head out of the gutter!!/lh,j)

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It’s been relatively quiet as of late, no new decepticon sightings or M.E.C.H. mischief popping up on the scanner. The peace was welcomed by most of team prime, the kids taking advantage of having free time with their robotic companions while the adults could be at a little ease knowing the youngsters aren’t in immediate danger. Considering there was a bit of a surge of enemy activity, the crew relished in being able to wind down from an intense week. Even Ratchet stepped away from his enhanced computer and projects to watch Raf and Jack go head to head in some (slightly too graphic) fighting game. You just finished prepping different popcorns and gathering a couple large bottles of various sodas, carrying everything including cups and napkins with the help of Arcee.

The only one missing out was Optimus. The old war warn autobot felt uneasy, cautious. While the team did just bust the decepticon’s most recent plan, he can’t help but worry himself by wandering what new scheme they’re coming up with. Seeing everyone having fun and conversing with each other was more than welcomed, the fear of that joy being ripped away from them made anxiety seep into his tired frame. He replaced Ratchet’s usual spot near the ground bridge switch, hitting multiple keys as he typed in the coordinates to yet another location to patrol. This is the third time today alone that he was preparing to drive off and watch for any possible leads, that’s the way it’s been since the updates died down. There wasn’t even enough time between attacks for them to plan something big and yet you could see that it was making him paranoid. Poor thing desperately needed a break, and yet he continues to push through, even though it’s clearly taking a huge toll on his spark. It was sad to witness, you could see how his eyebrows were tilted up in concern, how his steady servos hurriedly danced along the keyboard, it was beyond apparent the Optimus is running himself to the breaking point.

Slinking away from the others, you jogged to where he was standing and leaned against the rails, flagging him down just as the ground bridge started opening. Confusion was written all over his face as he turned towards your much smaller self, wondering why you weren’t mingling with the others. Before Optimus could even get a word out, you opened your mouth.

“You’re not going.” The Prime’s confusion increased at your order, not necessarily out of anger or annoyance, just surprise that you said it so plainly. However you stood your ground and sent him a look that showed you were more than serious. Standing face to face with a 30 foot cybernetic alien would’ve sent anyone else running with their tail between their legs, apparently not you though.

“Excuse me?” Turning to fully face you, Optimus rested his large servos on the railings of the platform, surrounding you like a cage. With a clear view of his front side, you can see just all the scratches and scuffs from recent battles, clearly unchecked by the base’s lone medic. Paint was chipping in areas, mud caked into others, apparently he’s been so caught up in protecting everyone that he didn’t even take his well-being into consideration.

“You’re not going. When’s the last time you recharged? O-Or even had energon?? Have you even seen yourself lately???” With every word that came out of your mouth, you sounded more and more upset, that concern you felt for the bot being beyond apparent in your tone. Optimus’ face drifted from confusion as he thought for a moment, before stating that your worries have been noted. That’s it? Yep. That was indeed it. Silently he turned back toward the still glowing ground bridge, completely brushing off your mini speech.

“No get your ass back here!! Don’t walk away from me!” Charging down the stairs while doing your best to not trip and stumble, you made your way infront of the walkway that led to whatever location he punched in, immediately doing your best to block his path. It didn’t do much, even with your hands sassily propped onto your hips, but it was enough to make his alt mode stop infront of you. By now Ratchet has picked up on your little spiel, alerting the others before inching his way to where he can hear. Not necessarily out of concern for a full argument starting, the old medic just hasn’t seen many tell the high and mighty Optimus Prime off.

It was rather tense, you clearly weren’t going to move from your spot and Optimus was just about as stubborn. After a long pause he folded outward and became upright again, wondering if he should just step around you. You are very small compared to him, he can do it, but he knows both you and Ratchet will chew him out later.

“I must go, if they are planning something it must be stopped before it comes to fruition.” That’s his first reason, usually the first one he says since it’s often times enough to get his teammates to side with his reasoning.

“It’ll be there later, you know that. Besides, they just tried to build some weird giant laser, big Earth threatening plans like that need time. You’ll be alright for a day.” And there’s your counter argument. Although you’ve not been with the autobots for years, you’ve been there long enough to have already thought of ways to get through whatever excuse he tosses at you. At the very least he has good motives.

“I don’t know how cybertronians work, but i do know that any living thing needs a break. That includes you, Optimus. Come on, I know what’ll make you feel better.” It helped convince him a little, but he’s still apprehensive. Ratchet finally buts in, just to confirm what you said, and then goes quiet again. The Prime’s face softened as you rested your hand on his knee, by now he’s kneeled down to be more level with you. Your attitude was harsh, yes, but you still showed that it was because you cared for the mech.

“I’m still a prime. You know this, I have a duty to fulfill.” And there’s the prime excuse. It was often a backup if his original reasoning wasn’t enough, but now isn’t the time for it to be tossed out. His worsening exhaustion is evident in his features and movements, the large digits that attempted to console you felt sluggish, drained. Guilt echoed out of his vocal cords due to the exchange, he felt terrible for making you and his team worry over him. A glance around the room revealed the distressed looks in his teammate’s eyes and optics. They knew just as well as he did that he was being overly cautious and in turn hurting himself, but they weren’t sure of when to intervene.

“Then for a few hours be Optimus. Nothing more.” An ex-vent heaved itself from his chest before he drew back.

“Just a few hours. I will grant you that and then I will patrol. For real this time.” As the words left his mouth you immediately sprung up, somewhat taken back that you got him to reluctantly agree. Ratchet, still hovering behind you, looked beyond bewildered at the fact that you were able to convince him, even when he, a millennia old medic and friend, failed to do so. A few hours isn’t a lot of time so you had to get to work immediately in order to take advantage of the situation. One problem though, a rather large one at that. The art of taking care of massive metal aliens was one far too foreign to your fleshy self, however humans are a different story.

“…Would you mind using your holoform in the meantime…? You don’t have to of course!! It’s just uhh, a bit hard to reach that high.” Rest in peace to your cocky attitude, it was a good run. A small nod and flash of light later, his much smaller and meatier form revealed itself. Technically a very high definition hologram, he still had the sensory inputs that you needed to soothe him the best you knew how. If anything, the softer form would allow you to do better than if it remained stiff. Optimus still towered over you, by the looks of it his intimidating height transferred to his holoform, as well as features to show how tired he is. Scars decorated his exposed bits of skin, a few adorned his face but from what you can see numerous ones were etched into the calloused skin of his hands. His eyes drooped and the bags underneath were beyond visible, the combination of his tired expression and slouched shoulders felt like a crude impersonation of the strong leader you’ve grown to know. It must’ve been obvious that you felt pity towards him since Optimus averted his eyes from your view, almost like an animal preparing for a scolding after doing something it was specifically told not to do.

“Come on, I’ll take care of you.” Your hand took his and you led him down the hall, straight to a bathroom that you did a slight renovation to in attempts to make it more homey. It wasn’t anything spectacular, but the underneath the sink you stored numerous bath salts, some used to help with sore muscles and some infused with lavender to help soothe anyone that could possibly need it. The door swung open effortlessly as the two of you walked into the smaller than ideal room, there was enough space for the both of you to move and exist without knocking into eachother, but it was still a snug fit. With a twist of the faucet knobs cool water flowed out before gradually starting to heat up, while the water slowly filled the tub Optimus found himself lost on what to do besides stand there with his arms stiff at his sides. He wasn’t dirty, you weren’t either, so why did you start a bath,,?

“Here, while this fills up I’m gonna dig out a couple things to help you relax, god knows you need it. Go ahead and get undressed, I promise I won’t look.” Your grin was evident on your voice as you spoke, trying to ease the tension by making joking a bit before hiding behind the now open cabinet doors to dig out the previously mentioned bath salts.

“Is this not an… intimate? thing for humans?” His words were a bit hesitant, unsure if that was the correct term to use. Optimus was always curious about Earth culture and routinely asked you questions about stuff he finds, whether it be online or something he saw a family or friend group do while on patrol, but this time it seems like he was figuring out things on his own.

“To some people, sure. Depends on who you ask in all honesty, for me I don’t mind it. If it makes you feel any better I’ll step out and wait until you’re settled if you want-“

“It’s alright. I’ll let you know when to look.” Turning your head back towards the inside of the cabinet you resumed your hunt for your bath add ins as the sound of rustling clothes filled the room. By the time you finally got a glimpse of the lavender flowers and the word ‘epsom salt’ slapped onto a bag, you could hear rippling water settle before Optimus let you know you’re not at risk of getting flashed.

Crawling on your knees towards the tub, you showed him your miracle workers you salvaged from under the sink, explaining that the salt helps muscles stop aching and that the lavender scent can help people take off the edge, even helps some sleep better. You sprinkled a generous amount of each into the water, getting a glimpse of even more scars that riddled the old Prime’s body. Some were raised, others with lines across them that show just how the skin mended itself together, all caused by a countless amount of battles, some of which were won, some of which were lost. They even speckled his knees and the bits of his legs that weren’t covered by the warm water. He was tense, unsure of what to do. Optimus isn’t used to relaxing like this, the vulnerability of it all made him feel exposed and like danger is lingering around, even with the ‘aromatherapy’ as you called it. His fists were clenched against his own will, he must be ready at all times to protect his team, he has to do anything he can to prevent another loss. Pressure and paranoia gnawed at him, the echoing thoughts in his head didn’t help in the slightest. He shouldn’t be doing this, it’s selfish to stop when everyone could be in danger, he needs to go-

“If something happens the others can handle it. You need to take care of yourself just like the others.” At your words the racing thoughts halted, immediately pausing to let him take in what you said and to wonder how you knew what he was thinking. Your hand rubbed soft circles into his shoulder as you spoke, gently trying to bring him out of his unfavorable headspace. He looked at you for reassurance, eyes wide and nearly timid, you could see his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed rather harshly. Millions of years of wars and battles, and yet one of the coldest things he’s faced is his own anxiety. Nothing to fall back on, nobody he can turn to in hopes of reeling him back from his sea of what ifs. As a prime he felt like he had to hold his head high all the time and did not have the right to step back and let himself rest. You adjusted yourself a bit to try and sit at a better angle, but the second you raised a bit his tattered hand flew out and grabbed onto your shirt like you were going to disappear. The poor thing looked terrified as his knuckles turned white from his death grip, he needed your reassurance and was scared of you being ripped from his grasp like others from his past. Your hand rested against the back of his own, still desperately clinging to your now wet top.

“I’m not leaving, you’re okay, I promise. You know I don’t break promises.” You grazed your thumb against his hand, reassuring him that you just needed to adjust before your knee snapped in two. It took him a bit to give you any response, the only reply being a small nod before his grip loosening slowly before dropping to the edge of the bathtub, followed by the rest of his body.

“Let me wash your hair, hun. You can still hold onto me if you need to, yeah?” Grabbing a cup you had set off to the side specifically for baths, you started the water up again before getting Optimus to tip his head back. It still felt beyond foreign to him, but he couldn’t deny the warm water dancing across his scalp could put him to sleep. When you put shampoo in his hair and began to massage it into the follicles, you could watch as his eyes got heavier, his sleepiness trying to creep up on him. It was tempting to let him doze off, but with the size difference it wouldn’t be a good idea if he started slipping underwater. A light prod to his face was enough to wake him up enough to rinse and finish up with conditioner and a final spritz of water. You stood to grab a couple towels, one for his body and one for the soggy mess of hair on top of his head. The bath alone made his posture a bit less rigid, hopefully that lavender actually did it’s job. While he dried off, you jogged put the door and further down the hallway to a room with spare clothes, grabbing a mostly new t shirt and some pajama bottoms, praying that they were the right size. It felt a little strange to be grabbing a cozy outfit for someone who was tall enough to make some houses look small and someone who happened to be made out of metal, but at least you got him to take it easy-ish. Could be worse.

Upon your return you realized he was probably frozen, your evidence being the goosebumps that littered his crossed arms.

“Sorry for freezing you to death, here’s these. I’ll wait out by the door while you get dressed and when you’re done i’ll blow dry your hair, alright?” With a nod Optimus gratefully took the pajamas as you stepped out into your aforementioned position. In a sense it felt like you were keeping guard of the old man mech, the thought triggers your curiosity and you can’t help but wonder if he’s had someone take care of him like this. If his reactions have told you anything, it’s that he’s not allowed himself to be treated in such a way. Perhaps it’s a matter of not wanting pity, or maybe it’s as simple as he feels like he’s too mature to accept such treatment. It’s a shame really, the one that needs it the most is usually too selfless to allow it. A couple minutes later the door creaked open, revealing a damp, but slightly more relaxed Optimus. You stepped back into the cramped room and instructed him to sit on the toilet seat as you dug out the blow drier and plugged it into the wall outlet. He watched every movement you made with curiosity filled eyes, he always had a fascination with human objects, the way people have invented items for basically everything was so interesting to him, especially considering how primitive Earth’s creations can be.

“What is that in your hands?” He asked you, using his hands to point at the blow dryer in your hands. He’s not seen one before, and the way it resembled a gun made him a little nervous over it, especially considering flesh will suffer much more with a bullet than if he was his usual metal self.

“Oh this? It blows out hot air to help dry your hair. It’s not as scary as it looks, I promise.” As you spoke you used your freehand to lead him to sit down and got to work, flipping the switch that caused the simple device to do what you said. The sudden sound startled him a little at first but with reassurance he calmed enough to let you do your thing, his eyes closing while he absorbed the peace around him. Optimus was still apprehensive to letting you tend to him, but the longer time passed the more he felt his walls chipping away, reluctantly letting his guard down to you. Partway you grabbed a plain comb to send through the synthetic hairs that rested atop his head, the sensation was yet another new one considering his holoform was mainly used as a disguise, not a tool for self care (or in this case care from a trusted individual). It was a nice change of touch, if that made sense. The sensation was a lot more enjoyable compared to battling or trying to track down energon to refuel the already exhausted team. Unfortunately, due to his short hair the moment didn’t last near as long as he wanted or deserved, but at the very least he wasn’t damp anymore. Between the heat from the blow drier and what’s left of the steam from the bath, he felt so cozy and weightless, almost as if the water washed the weight from his tender shoulders. With a click, the air stopped blowing on his scalp and a gentle tap on his shoulder made his eyes open up again.

“Come on, I’m making you watch a movie. Don’t worry, I picked an animated one so it’s nothing too intense.” Despite your order, your tone stayed soft and gentle as you spoke, making sure not to jolt him from his little moment of peace. As you put your tools away Optimus stood and ran a hand through his hair, taking in just how soft it became from something as simple as wind. Being made of metal most of the time didn’t allow him to have such moments, to a human this would be such a normal everyday thing but for him it was a welcomed break. Being able to be over all softer and vulnerable after being alert for Primus knows how long, it was soothing after the first anxieties fizzled away. You took his hand and led him back to the main area of the base, dragging him up the steps and to the slightly worn down couch. A small tv, fit with the kid’s gaming console and various movie and game cases scattered about. By the looks of it, the team has already escorted their human companions home while Ratchet lingered in the background, typing away at his computer as per usual. It was abnormally quiet considering the hubbub that filled the room earlier, but the lack of music blasting or prepubescent voices squeaking their way into everyone’s ears (or audials) wasn’t unwelcome. You led Optimus to sit down before you crouched in front of the tv, popping in your choice of entertainment. Most have already been watched so you made sure to avoid anything overly angsty or gut wrenching, from what you know the prime doesn’t sit down and watch these, hopefully you can get him into something besides recon. Everything was up and ready to go as you made you’re self comfortable next to a rather stiff holoform. His hands were awkwardly tapping against his thighs as his back was straightened, clearly unsure of what to do or even where to look. Has he ever taken the time to actually wind down…?

“You’re stiff as a board, here, get comfy.” A little maneuvering later you managed to get him to lay down with his head in your lap, though the lower part of his legs ended up dangling over the arm rest due to his sheer height. His body was still fairly rigid but, it’s an improvement at the very least. A blanket rested on the back of the couch, it was a thin but fuzzy one that June brought over in case the you or the kids got cold, it’s coming in handy right about now. You draped it over his body and your legs the best you could, it was a bit difficult considering the size difference between you two, but you managed the best you could. After a couple button presses and a huff from Ratchet due to you asking him to turn off the light, the movie began.

The screen displayed whimsical colors as exciting music erupted from the speakers, immediately capturing the prime’s attention. You could see vibrant hues dance along his cheeks and nearly child like wonder swirl in his eyes, the way he processed every sentence and action was endearing, especially considering you’re doing something as small as watching a movie. You could practically see the cogs turning in his head as he clung to every word and movement of the characters, the sight of such a strong bot finally getting a more than well deserved break was heartwarming.

Part way through the movie your hand drifted into his hair, immediately raking your fingers through his soft locks. There was the slightest, almost undetectable, tensing in his body before he eased into the touch, even trying to cuddle closer to the best of his abilities. You could feel how he sunk into you even more as he watched the screen, eventually letting a yawn slip from his mouth. He fought to stay awake though, hellbent on seeing how the main character beats the antagonist and resolves the main issue at hand. Optimus was much more exhausted than he let on, even he didn’t realize just how tired he was. By now he’s twisted to lay on his side and his upper body was layered on top of your abdomen, arm wrapped somewhat around your hip with his head laying on your stomach. Eventually his eyelids grew too heavy and drifted closed, his fleshy frame softened ever so slightly as sleep overcame the poor mech. Your hand still danced around his hair, mindlessly playing with the strands as a similar fatigue settled its way deep into your bones. The ending of the movie will remain unknown (to Optimus at the very least) as you both dozed off, getting some well deserved rest.

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sorry this took me ages!!! between surgery, mental health stuff, and being exhausted every day it’s been in the works for a lot longer than i intended!!!!

#transformers #transformers prime #transformers optimus #optimus prime x reader #optimus prime #tfp #tfp optimus #comfort fic #comfort

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