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frecklystars · 10 months

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KERI have u seen that one sonic fandub clip of shadow looking off in2 the distant stars n then he says 'maria.' n an explosion happens out in the horizon ? cuz im just imagining megatron looking out into space, eyes narrowed n hands behind his back n then he says 'keri.' n some faint explosion happens in the distance [this all came 2 fruition after i saw that post u rbd from 2020 w that whole 'ask my f/os!' thing u did jdjdjdjjs]

Anon I LOVE you!!! Not only did your ask make me burst out laughing in the middle of my shift (I didn't know the video previously so I had to look it up and I was in STITCHES while restocking the gummy bears) but also, your ask made me feel so happy. It has been so long since I've genuinely believed any TF characters would love me or even rly pay any attention to me whatsoever, and you giving me this prompt... god it made me so happy to think of Megatron thinking of me, I actually felt motivated to doodle a Transformers F/O for the first time in so fucking long 😭😭💙💜💙💜💙💜

I drew this on the back of one of those tiny ass 50% sales signs during my shift when there was a lull in customers:

#i forgot to add sparkles but its ok im going thru something rn dfjghslkfdg #anon thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺#i notice it has actually helped me a LOT when ppl send things like this #and god that was so nice of u to think of me at all #and to take the time to type this and send it to me #i want u to know it means a lot to me. even if it may seem small to u. its so big to me #means the whole world to me seriously #anonymous #asks #keepsake #lil doodles #💕 I want to be the one you remember 🖤💜#EDIT: OH WAIT I FORGOT TO MENTION #it's SO perfect that you sent this. because... 2 years ago maybe? i had a dream abt him #about megatron. he was smirking and acting all flirty and sweet #and he said in a low sultry voice 'do you think of me... when u see explosions... do u wonder about me keri...'#and it made me laugh so hard i woke up #so him + explosions is so so so fucking romantic to me LMAO

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lolathepeacocklord · 1 year

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I hope Earthspark gets fruitier actually. I hope that Bumblebee turns out to be bisexual. I hope that Arcee is transgender. I hope that Optimus and Megatron’s dynamic gets gayer. I hope that Elita gets to be bisexual too. I hope that more characters break the gender binary. I want this show to become a fucking nightmare for conservatives. I can’t wait for Optimus Prime himself to transform me and my friends into gender warriors

Edit: Oh yeah I forgot to mention Hashtag!! I also hope that she becomes a lesbian

#just found out about the silliness going on around earthsparkkkkk teehee /neg #I am going to start throwing bricks at people #call me tfp bulkhead the way I’m about to start violently executing my enemies #anyways I love Nightshade and their gendered pronouns so much. They enbious theymer swag is something that should be cherished forever #I still need to finish the first god damn episode of Earthspark #but this is my current take on it <3 <3 <3 #the peacock speaks #transformers #maccadam #transformers earthspark #tfe #earthspark

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in1-nutshell · 3 months

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Okay I absolutely love this thank you and sorry that I didn't specify which Autobot or decepticon in my ask it's just I was barely awake when I sent that ask I forgot to specify it and realized it and it was too late to redo it considering I already sent it but could you do Megatron and Optimus from transformers animated with cybertronian megalodon buddy please and thank you =]

No problem! I just prefer to have the characters named whenever I do these things so it makes it a bit easier. If you forget, its totally understandable!

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy with a Megalodon alt mode with Optimus Prime and Megatron

SFW, Platonic, Cybertronain reader

TFA

Optimus Prime

Optimus met Buddy by accident.

After he swung across the docks and missed a building causing him to take a quick dip into the docks.

Conveniently Buddy was just swimming by the docks looking at the small fish when something metallic fell onto their back. Buddy turned to see a rather startled looking Prime clinging onto their backside like his life depended on it.

Taking pity on the startled bot on their back, Buddy slowly rose up to the surface and moved towards the docks edge. Now the bot could reach over and grab the side pull themselves up.

As soon as the bot was on the dock, Buddy transformed, taking a better look at him.

“Are you okay?”--Buddy

“Yes, umm, thank you for the help…”--Optimus

“I’m Buddy!”--Buddy

“Buddy?”--Optimus

“Yep! That’s me! And you are?”--Buddy

“Oh! My name is Optimus Prime.”--Optimus

“Optimus Prime? Hmm. It has a nice ring to it. It suits you!”--Buddy

“Really?”--Optimus

“You look like an ‘Optimus’. Probably because you’re the only ‘Optimus’ I’ve met.”--Buddy

“Wait what— never mind. Did you come from Cybertron?”--Optimus

“What’s a Cybertron? I just remember waking up one day, and now here I am! Are you from Cybertron?”--Buddy

“Yes—”--Optimus

“Can you tell me about it?”--Buddy

“Oh, okay…”--Optimus

Optimus concluded that Buddy must have been some old machine that came alive thanks to the Allspark. He wants to tell them about it but decides against it and to tell them another time.

Optimus enjoys some of the small tales that Buddy has to talk about their time swimming around the lake, while he tells them a bit about Cybertron.

When he gets a message from his team, he knows that he needs to go.

He waves at them good-bye.

“Bye Buddy!”--Optimus

“Good-bye Optimus Prime! Thank you for being nice! If you have time to spare, I’m usually by the docks if you want to hang out again!”--Buddy

“I’ll come back, don’t worry.”--Optimus

“Really?!”--Buddy

“I promise.”--Optimus

Megatron

His meeting with Buddy was… special, to say the least.

Lugnut had dragged him to a nearby island close to the city to meet someone.

When they land near the islands shore, something starts to come out of the water. Megatron had his swords ready but knew that Lugnut would never put him in harm’s way.

At least intentionally.

He is a bit in awe seeing the gigantic mechanical shark. Though he was bit disappointed seeing how docile the shark was.

“Lugnut! You came! Oh? Who’s this?”--Buddy

“This is Lord Megatron! Our grand and—”--Lugnut

“Thank you for the introduction Lugnut. And you’re name must be…”--Megatron

“Buddy!”--Buddy

“…Buddy?”--Megatron

“Yep! That’s me! Are you here to be my friend too?”--Buddy

Megatron and Buddy started to chat a bit while Lugnut surveyed the area making sure no Autobot spies were there.

Megatron tried to persuade Buddy to become a Decepticon, but Buddy was much more concerned about being friends with him.

Seeing this as a potential way to get Buddy to his side, he agrees to be their friend.

“Really!? You’d be my friend!”--Buddy

“Of course—”--Megatron

Buddy transforming out of their altmode to give Megatron a strong handshake with a goofy smile on their faceplate.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”--Buddy

“…You’re welcome.”--Megatron

#transformers #transformers x reader #maccadam #tfa optimus prime #tfa megatron #tfa x reader #tfa x platonic reader #bot buddy

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transingthoseformers · 1 month

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Tarn geting on his infrequently used personal account on The Great Conversation and lurking in Relationship Advice before coming to the conclusion he actually needs to post because there's no previous question that addresses his problem.

Megatron gets a high priority notification that DamasceneSteel is posting. Tarn is using his old personal username! Megatron keeps tabs on his most volitle high comand member's activity infrequent as it is. "Help! I accidentally seduced a jet," is the last thing Megatron expected from the DJD leader so he lurks on his personal acccount(identity known only to Soundwave) and watches the trainwreck unfold in real time.

Tarn's geting notifications of Lucky slagger! Or, Share your Wisdom I beg you! Not to mention, Hoax! Everybody knows jets dont frag grounders ever!

Then User ShootyShoot McBangBang weighs in to dispense his wisdom. No hoax mech. I once when I was a newbuild, I slaged off my CO so bad i got temporary assigned to a grounder unit and let me say you losers on the ground are fragging weird about fragging. All weird and soft and slag when you flirt. I though my temp CO was flirting with me but when I kissed him he punched me for being a weirdo. The loser had no clue even when I explained how to him exactly how he was coming on to me!"

Tarn meanwhile is cross-referencing the database. Misfire might be an incompetent Deceptacon but he's a seeker and he's actually giving an explanation that's sheding light on of what the frag just happened with Pharma.

What would Jet courting look like to the uninitiated? Tarn typed tentitavely and waited for a response.

Hmmmm. It's really hard to describe the subtitles between flirt-threat and threat-threat to grounders but basicaly if it looks like a seeker's trying to kill you and you're still alive or they could kill you at any moment and they chose not to it's pretty likely they're trying to spike you.

Tarn blinked in shock and typed an incomplete response as he processed. Wait would that mean

KaoniteMiner2793 responded at the same time, But Starscream

Misfire cut them both off with STOP! ✋️ 🛑 Speculating on the Air Comander's love life WILL get you slagged! He'll make sure. You could be a Phase Sixer or the slagging DJD and he would find a way! Anyhow onto a shiny new and much safer topic! DamasceneSteel, you said you seduced a jet and I hadn't heard through the gosip network about anyone in the airforce geting it on with a grounder. You bringing the good news of The Cause to the Lost Colonies, or trying to pull a DocKnock?

Pull a DocKnock? Tarn typed brow furrowed under his mask

ShootyShoot McBangBang blythly typed away unaware who he had warned off. You know Knockout the medic and interogator from Velocitron? Pulled a slagging Wrecker over to our side early in the war with his impeccable valve Dom game? Break-something or other? The two of them single-handedly launched the Converted to the Cause porn genre. Its rumored some of the hottest smut in the genra were written by one of the elite trine.

It's been so long I forgot about that recruitment campaign. KaoniteMiner2793 added. It got unpopular when mechs realized they had to kill their lovers if they didn’t join the Cause and didn’t have live capture bounties.

Tarn considered his response. Misfire didn't. Live capture bounties! we had those! When?! 🤯

We still do. Tarn educated absenly before he logged off. Mostly medics and a few others who if they can be made to serve The Cause are more useful alive than dead. Thank you for your help clarifying the situation.

Tarn leaned back in his chair to best consider how to use the situation.

Megatron blinked at his screen stuned. Starscream's ridiculous stunts were courting attempts?!?! It was ridiculous! Preposterous! It made... entirely too much sense actualy. Had he accidentally been engaging in an amorous game of one-upmanship with his subordinate??? What in the Pit?!

Misfire sipped someone else's energy drink and scrolled to a new thread.

This is just great amazing great amazing great

Win Misfire for being our Ultimate The Great Conversation problem solver today

Megatron is Learning Today and he's not quite sure he's ready to think out the consequences

Tarn got what he was looking for, and shall utilize that information accordingly (oh the humanity, that relationship is going to be so fun given the conditions of this au)

Win Knockout and Breakdown for kick-starting a porn genre

The little lore drops make it extra interesting too like the part about live bounties and how for a short period of time porn was 100% used as positive propaganda

#valveplug #i have littl words #mtmte tarn #mtmte megatron #mtmte pharma #mtmte misfire #idw starscream #idw knockout #idw breakdown #kobd #tarnma #megastar #kinda #and a lil mention of Thundercracker

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sketch-mer-6195 · 6 months

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Scare Tactic (Earthspark Megatron x gn!Reader)

My very first gender neutral reader for all who love this handsome mech! It is a bit of a shorty but, I'm glad how it ended up! Word Count: 666 (by the allspark we're doomed) Warnings: Fluff, sfw, lots of cybertroninan anatomy terms...if that's a warning?

Anywhizzlepop, enjoy the funny!

You think that you're so funny, right? Scaring the former Warlord and Leader of the Decepticon's half to death and making him think he actually squished you beneath his peds.

Well it was kinda funny for a moment.

You had Dottie take you to Ghost Headquarters as you had several close calls with Decepticon's since your move to Witwicky. In reality, you wanted to see Megs and catch up a little bit since he had been swamped thanks to Agent Croft. So, when you got the opportunity to find him in the halls reading over a communication pad. It was just perfect. Hiding behind the large pillar that supported the walls, you waited till he got close to where you were until you let out the most Energon curdling screech you could muster.

Poor Megatron jumped a good 12 feet in the air hearing your scream. He knew it was you. His spark about ready to go into supernova if he knew he was the one who actually hurt you.

But as he began to think of what you were going to look like under his ped, the sound of your laughter was soon replaced. Making the titan raise a brow in utter confusion, he looked down to see you rolling on the floor and clutching your midsection because of your laughter. Your feet kicking in the air as tears started to prick at the corners of your eyes as your laughter continued. Megatron was deeply relieved that you were perfectly fine and let out a heavy ex-vent he had no idea he was holding. But what was once relief in his ruby optics were soon replaced with slight annoyance with a hint of mirth.

"(Y/N)! What in the Allspark do you think you're doing? Deceiving me into thinking I severely harmed you." He lectured you.

As your laughing fit soon fizzled to giggles, you sat up and wiped your eyes and cheeks. Looking up at your beloved 'Con, you knew you weren't going to get out of this so easily.

"I'm sorry, Megs. But… it was just too easy to not pass up the opportunity!" You explained as you stood and brushed off the dust on your pants.

With a slight glare, Megatron offered you his servo to which you happily accepted and perched yourself into his palm. With his thumb securing you around your waist, he lifted you to his chassis only to see Elita-one and Optimus running down the hall.

"What's wrong!" Elita exclaimed.

"We heard someone in distress! We came as fast as we could." Optimus said before laying optics to see the only culprit.

“Apologies, old friend. (Y/N) here came to visit and surprised me.” Megatron replied as he carefully lifted you to his shoulder plating. “Come to think of it, I was thinking of showing them my latest simulation.”

Turning on his struts, Megatron had a smirk on his own dermas to which Prime had no intention of figuring out what his plan was. You on the other hand were not planning on what was about to happen next. In the training simulation room, Megatron activated the system with a simple command where a pillar formed and rose to his eye level before plucking you off his shoulder.

“Ah! Hey!”

“This will teach you not to scare me.” And with a simple wave of his servo, the pillar rose an extra 15 feet into the air with Megatron chuckling.

“Megatronus! Put me down this instance!” You ranted only to hear your lover chuckle and soon begin to full blow tanks-laugh.

Again, it was funny. And in the end, it was worth it. Even if you scared the Spark out of him. He forgot about work, laughing and relaxing with you. Which you ended up laughing and him bringing you back to his level so you two could have a little stroll through the halls and talk about each other's day.

Now… what’s next to get your ‘Con lover?

Tagging: @robot-horde @mysticboombox @nilawii

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers earthspark #tf earthspark #tfes megatron #megatron #earthspark megatron

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steelthroat · 2 months

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Can you write a funny little TFA MegOP thing where they're already together. Lets say cuddling in their berth, and suddenly Optimus has a thought.

"How did we even get together?"

"Hm?"

"No, I'm being serious. How did it happen? You are.. were? A war criminal. I put you in jail. How are we together right now?"

"..."

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LIKE. IDK IT WAS FUNNIER IN MY HEAD. SO EITHER 1. Some otherworldly being (a fanfic writer) manipulated them and the world around them. Making them be together. But now the writer is gone after giving them their happily ever after.. But the characters revert back to how they were in cannon. Vaigely knowing what allowed them to get to this point, but not really understanding anymore how or why?

Or 2. Optimus forgot and wants Megatron's pov on how they got together. Either way, I know that even if you write little for this, it will still be hella entertaining :3

Ooooooh that's such a nice and cool idea tho! sadly, I'm not taking requests since I'm an INCREDIBLY slow writer, and life is also getting in the way ahahahah

Believe me, I would have done in other circumstances, and this idea has a LOT of potential! I am a sucker for the "how did we even end up here???" trope too, but you would either have to wait a long(immense) amount of time ahahah.

Hey if you want to write it yourself I could give you a couple ideas or advice if you'd like :3, otherwise I'd say see if there are other writers who take requests or commissions, I could redirect you to a couple of them :)

For now I can at best give you this little drabble for the second idea since it's really cute:

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"It just happened"

"Wake up" Megatron felt someone flicking at his nose and then shaking him when the action gave no response.

"Wake up!" This time that someone went for the helm, the bang of the collision rang in the otherwise quiet room.

"What?" Megatron opened one optic and glared at his disturber, Optimus Prime.

"How did we end up together?" He asked with an almost accusing expression

"Huh?" What did he even mean by that

"You heard me" Optimus scoffed

"What like... you don't remember?" He started going back with his own memory banks and backups, He would have been more worried about Optimus apparent amnesia if he weren't struggling to find an answer to that absurd question.

"Do you?" Optimus crossed his arms

Megatron stayed silent for a while... he couldn't pinpoint the exact moment they had become a thing. Centuries, no, millennia of circling around one another after signing the peace treaty, spending more and more time together, fighting, bantering, provoking each other, speaking about personal topics, binding while annoying each other to death had, at some point, led them to fall in berth together.

They had kept falling into each other's berth since then... and now they were here.

So there wasn't really an answer to that question, not a typical one at least.

Megatron cleared his vocalizer "I... I guess it just happened" he answered at last.

Optimus seemed to reflect on this answer before humming "are you happy with this?"

Megatron though about it, he really was, sure there were invisible limits they never actually crossed but at this point they lived like a conjunx couple, minus the status and the spark merging... but Meagtron found the though of Sharing his spark with Optimus not to be as dreaded as he anticipated... he almost- longed for it.

"Yeah..." he said smiling softly and bringing the smaller mech closer to him "a lot" and his servos started shifting over his lover's frame delicately almost in worship.

"Do you want more?" The question could be interpreted in two different ways and Megatron wanted to answer yes to both.

"When it comes to you I always want more" he answered looking at Optimus, his lover's gaze was so bright and full of love he felt like it would melt the metal of his frame.

"I... also want more. Everything." he whispered with his lips ghosting over Megatron's.

Megatron closed the distance between them and kissed him. "And you will receive it"

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I hope you like it, it's incredibly short :)

#transformers #maccadam #steel rambles #megatron #optimus prime #should I open requests for this kind of small drabbles and scenes?#idk #tfa megop #megop #steel writing #yeah i can't use the steel monologues fornthis one #babe wake up new tag just dropped #maccadams #fanfic

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jazzy-man13 · 6 months

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Pt2 of WFC Megatron x GN Titan cybertronian reader

Pt 2 (Also I forgot to mention, this fic was meant to be platonic- you can totally interpret it as romantic though if you'd like)

As the war went on, you had been a very useful ally. Every time it seemed as though the autobots had the upper hand, you would show up and crush them, along with any chances of them winning.

You thought back to the first time you had truly been used in battle.Megatron let out a sinister laugh. "Look at these cowards flee!" You looked at him. He was standing on your shoulder, making fun of the autobots so far below as they ran off the battlefield. He looked excited, like a sparkling getting their first alt mode. You figured that the decepticons had been struggling to gain the upper hand for quite some time if he was this excited over one victory.

Megatron looked up, noticing you observing him. "Is something of interest to you?" He had asked with a sneer, though his words didn't sound unkind. You paused, unsure of what to say next. Megatron let out a laugh, amused by your sudden shyness. Such a big bot with so little to say was certainly an entertaining sight.

"(y/n)"

"(Y/N)!"

You snapped back to the present as Megatron shouted your name. "What are you doing? Make yourself useful and finish moving th-" Megatron's sentence was cut short by a loud explosion.

You glanced up from Megatron to see none other than Metroplex standing before you. You instinctively grabbed your null ray and prepared to fire at him. To your surprise, he raised his cupped hands and revealed Optimus in them. Optimus looked you in the optics and said, "I did not come to fight." You gave him a quizzical look, but did not lower your weapon.

Before you could question him, he spoke. "I came for answers. Are you aware of what you are doing? You've sided yourself with the decepticons, but do you know their true motives? They have waged war upon our planet, out home, and you continue to assist them. I came to make an offer. You can stay with the decepticons if you wish, or you can learn the true meaning of freedom and fight for it. I bear no ill intentions, but if you stay sided with the decepticons we will have no choice but to take you offline."

Finishing his speech, he stood expectantly, waiting for an answer. It's true that you had not known of the decepticons' intentions when you had first joined them. You don't approve of merciless slaughter, but did that matter now? You had already established yourself as a con, and you had no intentions of betraying your loyalty to Megatron.

You were prepared to give your answer, but someone spoke up before you did.

"HOW DARE YOU, PRIME!" Megatron roared up at him. "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TRY AND PUT MY SOLDIER'S LOYALTY INTO QUESTION!" You looked down at the tyrant you had grown close to over the past few months. Reaching one arm down, you let him hop onto your sevro before lifing him up to the Prime's level. Shifting uncomfortably, the Prime questioned you once again. "Have you come to a decision?"

"Yes. I will not abandon my leader. Megatron shall bring glory to Cybertron, and together we will crush whoever stands in our way." Megatron grinned up at you, and Optimus sighed. Metroplex gave you a funny look, like you had insulted him. You supposed that made sense- considering that as far as anyone knew, you two were the the last functional Titans.

It can't feel good knowing you'll have to destroy the only other one of your kind, you thought to yourself. Wait, what? You were startled out of your thoughts by the cannon aimed directly at your face and Megatron shouting at you. "(Y/N), MOVE!"

You brought Megatron closer to your chassis to protect him as Optimus aimed his weapons. Finally gathering your senses, you moved. You booked it out of there, sprinting as fast as a titan can while being shot at. You finally gained some distance from the two chasing you and sat down, venting hard. Megatron laughed. A long, genuine, hearty laugh. Confused, you looked down at the warlord, moving your hands away from your chassis and toward your face.

"What's so funny?" You asked. Megatron looked up at you and smiled. "You're rather loyal to me." he said. "Of course I am, you saved me. I vowed to follow you from the day we met. I have no desire to stop now. Were you expecting a different outcome?" you questioned. "I'm not sure what I had been expecting, but the devotion of such an excellent warrior such as yourself is most welcome."

Warmth spread through your frame as Megatron turned his attention from you to call Soundwave. You were certain that the next time you faced Metroplex and Optimus, you'd be ready. All hail Megatron.

#transformers #megatron #war for cybertron #megatron x reader #Titan reader #Wfc #Wfc megatron

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skelswritingcorner · 3 months

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A Question, A Scar-Covered Body, A Sister?

Part 2 of A Stranger, A Vessel, An Experiment! Read the first part here.

Synopsis: After the incident on the Lost Light, First Aid brings Ailith (canon name of reader characters) to her original destination of the clinic.. However, there was a gift waiting for her when they arrived. Angst galore.

She/Her pronouns are now used when referring to the reader character.

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: SFW, Mentions of blood, mentioned kidnapping, mentions of unethical experimentation, probably some other stuff

(Edit: I forgot to turn some layers back on when I originally saved the image oop- It's fixed now)

Before the story…

It was a broadcast from Earth, of an interview with a black-haired woman. “Miss Makayla MacArthur,” the interviewer asked, “what motivated you to join the Intergalactic Negotiations Program?”

Makayla sighed, “Twenty something years ago, my twin got abducted. They were alien creatures, and they took her. I strongly believe that she’s still alive out there. This is the best opportunity I have to find her.”

The interviewer’s face softened, “I’m sorry that happened to you, Makayla. What will you do when you find her?”

“It depends. Will we realize that we’re sisters when we meet? I’ll try to bring her back to Earth, even if it’s for a brief moment. She doesn’t know about our niece! A family reunion would be in order. We’ll have so much to catch up on.” She put her hands in a steeple.

“Do you have something you plan on giving her?”

“Well…” Makayla sighed, “I plan on giving her a box and a letter. I won’t refer to her by name though.”

“And why is that?”

“Well, it’s been twenty years! I don’t think my sister remembers it, so I don’t want to call her something she won’t recognize.”

The interviewer leaned forward, “What else will be in the box?”

Makayla started counting on her fingers, “A few photos, and clothes. We’re identical twins, so what fits me is probably gonna fit her.”

The interview went on for another twenty minutes, and eventually concluded. The blue-visored Cybertronian finished recording the interview. He had a feeling that this could be relevant.

✩✩✩

“So,” Ultra Magnus looked at Rodimus, “the small object was in fact, a ship. Is that correct?”

Rodimus nodded, “And it had a human inside it, who is currently in the medbay recovering from her injuries.”

“Along with that,” he scrolled through the datapad, “there were documents about experiments, most likely performed on her. Ratchet did a scan that confirmed this as well, along with other various injuries.”

Rodimus gave the datapad to Magnus, who looked at the report. He tilted his helm. “What’s with this thing slightly above the pelvis?” He pointed a digit at a white shape around the pelvic area, overlapped by a crescent-shaped trauma area.

“Beats me. I’m pretty confident that it’s deep inside her.” Rodimus shrugged.

“Maybe there’s another document we haven’t gotten yet explaining it. Hidden in a more obscure place.”

“That’s probably the case. Anyway,” Rodimus stood up, “I’m gonna go ask Ratchet about Y/N’s condition. If Megatron is confused, explain the situation if he hasn’t gotten one yet. Also, inform the others on Cybertron.” He didn’t wait for an answer, simply leaving the office and walking to the medbay.

The doors to the medbay opened, and Rodimus saw a familiar gray figure.

“Megatron?!”

✩✩✩

When you woke up, the helms of several people were looking down at you. One you recognized as Perceptor, another being Drift, but there were a few unfamiliar faces. One had an orange face with yellow eyes with a mask covering his mouth, another that was white and purple and had horns coming from their forehead, a blue one with a single yellow optic, and a gray one with red optics.

“So this is the human you all have been speaking of?” The gray one asked.

“How in Primus are they so small?!” The blue one asked. Loudly. Making you get up and give them a stink eye, even if it caused you a bit of pain.

A chuckle to your left distracts you, “I don’t think it’s a good idea to crowd around someone that’s injured.”

The blue one rolled his eye, “Whatever you say, eyebrows.”

The doors opened, and someone entered the medbay.

“Megatron?!” Rodimus yelled.

Oh. You know that name. Other mercenaries have warned you about a giant robot with that name. If you caught his eye, you were doomed. After all, the group he led destroyed the homelands of several mercenaries you knew.

“Perceptor explained everything to me,” Megatron said, “I just had to see for myself. Humans usually aren’t present in this solar system.”

“Well,” you cracked your knuckles, “I haven’t seen any humans other than myself during my travels. Also, most of the people who hire me don’t know either. I like to keep my identity… well-hidden from the masses. I barely know who I am anyway, so it’s easy to do that.”

“You don’t even know yourself?” Ah, the purple one is speaking now.

“It’s hyperbole, but technically true,” you rolled up the sleeve of your left arm, “I don’t know my family, my ancestry, or any way to return to my birth planet. All I know is that I was experimented on to be sold as a smuggler. That, and the skills I acquired after years of being a mercenary.”

The purple one put a clawed servo on his chin. “Tailgate told me as such.”

Rodimus walked up to you. “How did you even end up like that, anyway? The injuries, not the… subspace thingies.”

You sighed. Might as well explain it now. “It was when I was doing a job,” you explained, “I got myself hurt pretty badly, but my client didn’t get a scratch. They tried to have me go to a clinic nearby after the job was done, but I told them that I’d be alright.”

“Why did you do that, though?” Drift’s optical ridge furrowed, “Your client knew you got hurt, why didn’t you heed their advice?”

“The moment I receive my payments in full, the contract ends. They are no longer my client, and therefore no longer obligated to show concern about my wellbeing.” you growled out the last part.

“You should’ve listened to them, though.” You sighed at that comment.

“As I said earlier, I was experimented on,” you justified yourself, “if I went to another clinic, they’d essentially keep me captive and do a bunch of tests on me. That, and I don’t know if any of them are connected to the experiments and will try to bring me back to that wretched place. And I’d rather not have to deal with them again.”

“Why do you go to one specific clinic, then?” The purple one asked.

“Cyclonus, I think that might be too-” you cut off Drift from saying anything more.

“It’s because the sister of the mercenary who took me in works there. The people there were the first to treat me with empathy, despite me being so difficult to them the first time. All the other clinics I’ve been to, they’ve been too scared of me and think I’ll mangle them.”

They’re all looking at you.

The blue one laughed, “You, scary? You’re not scary at all!”

“I think that’s when she’s wearing her mask and cloak, Whirl.” Drift said. You nodded, confirming his guess.

“Anyway,” Rodimus ordered, “let’s give the human some privacy. Perceptor, Brainstorm, you both plan on asking her about the documents that have been translated, right?”

“Correct.”

“I’ll leave you two to it then.” Rodimus left the medbay, followed by most of the others. Perceptor and the one with the yellow eyes stayed. That must be Brainstorm.

Perceptor took out a datapad, looking over at some data. “I’ve looked through all of the documents, along with Ratchet’s scans of you. I’d like you to confirm some things.”

“Go ahead.” You gestured.

“According to these documents, you’re from Earth. Do you have any memories of that planet?”

You shook your head. No shit you didn’t remember anything, you were a year old! “Some species don’t have memories until they’re a few years old. I was taken at roughly eighteen months old, way too young to form memories.”

“That’s strange. We Cybertronians remember everything from when we were first created, excluding amnesia.”

Perceptor wrote something on the datapad before asking another question, “Were your eyes originally golden?”

“Nope. I’ve read those documents multiple times, my eyes were originally brown.”

“Isn’t gold also the color of the subspace openings on your body?”

Well, damn. “Yes? It was also the case for the other experiments.”

“Now, a third question. Do you know what this thing is?” Perceptor pointed to the intrusion shown on the datapad.

Right. That. The documents explaining it are in the subspace on your left arm as far as you recall. As it was inside your uterus, however, it’s something very few know about. And you’d rather not explain to a bunch of mechanical beings something you only know the basics of.

“I think that’s none of your business, Perceptor.” you crossed your arms. They likely don’t have ultrasounds on the Lost Light anyway, so it’ll be hard for them to find out.

The mech grumbled. “You’re making this difficult for yourself, Y/N.”

“Explain why you want to know what it is so bad then.” You stared directly into his optics, “Because it’s pretty fuckin personal. And don’t just say ‘I need to know for scientific reasons’ either. You better have a good justification.”

“Because it might be a dangerous object that could kill you, and may need to be removed.” Perceptor justified.

You scoffed. Based on the documents you stole, it just prevents fertility and menstruation until removed. Prevents uterine lining from building up. All the uterus-having subjects (or an organ with similar functions), including yourself, had it implanted once puberty was entered. So far, there’s been no complications.

“I’ve had it for twelve years and it hasn’t killed me yet.”

“How has it not-”

Laughter. You and Perceptor looked at the source: Brainstorm laughing his ass off.

He composed himself, “Sorry, sorry. It’s just the way you two are bickering. I’m confident that the object is medical in nature. It’s meant to prevent pregnancies, correct?”

Right on the money. “Surprised to hear you figured it out without cutting me open to check, but you are indeed correct.” you put your hands on your hips.

“So I am right!” Brainstorm smiled with his eyes. “Also, can you show us how the subspace works? Are you able to pull something out?”

Say no more. You put a hand in the subspace on your left arm, pulling out a mechanical object. Something you won after a bet.

“That’s… an optic. An actual optic. How did you get this?” Perceptor asked.

“I got it after winning a bet.” you replied.

“What kind of bet would lead you to owning a Cybertronian optic?”

“Drinking contest. I don’t know why they even placed the bet in the first place, it’s common knowledge that no matter how much I drink I physically can’t get drunk. I’ve tried several times.”

Brainstorm chuckled, “If you could even consume highgrade, Swerve would love you as a customer. It would be a good experiment if you could.”

“That would be one of the few experiments I’d consent to,” you chuckled, “once my injuries have finished recovering, that is.”

Oh. You just remembered. “I just realized that I should probably go to that clinic. I lost a good amount of blood, I might need a blood transfusion.” you grimaced.

“That makes sense. I believe Ratchet and First Aid were communicating with someone at the clinic you mentioned. You had the coordinates set on your ship’s navigator, correct?” You nodded at Perceptor’s question.

“It’s possible that holoforms may need to be used to get you there,” he commented, “I don’t know how large the facility is.”

“It’s pretty big, actually.” you replied, “I’m probably their smallest regular patient, which makes some things a bit difficult to do. Most rooms are about four times my height. I’m sure at least one of y’all can fit without feeling cramped.”

Well, at least the smaller ones. Probably First Aid.

“I’ll inform Ratchet, then.” Perceptor nodded, then left the medbay. Brainstorm quickly followed.

You’re gonna need a plan. Your main grappling hook was taken from you while you were asleep, and those two likely have it. You have spares, yes, but you’d rather have all of them in case one breaks. You also need to find where your ship is, as most of your supplies are still inside along with your spare clothes. What you’re wearing right now is bloody, and you’d like to wear something that is not covered in your own blood. The magnet boots should help when dealing with the Cybertronians and navigating the vessel.

Along with that, you need to figure out how to deal with them if any try to kill you. The blasters in the subspaces should work at least a little, but do you have any weapons that can give you an advantage? You have cable cutters, but that will only work if their cables are exposed. Can any of your blades cut through their armor? If you’re able to, you might need to see if any weapon dealers around these parts have anything that can give you the ability to fight them. Trying to sneak away for long enough to get them is another story entirely, though.

The door opened. Ratchet and First Aid walked in, with First Aid beelining to you. “We established a connection to the clinic!” he exclaimed, “When we told them about you and your injuries, they told us to bring you there as soon as we can. Also, apparently there’s something for you there? They said it’s best if they tell you about it when you arrive.”

“As long as you can get me to my ship so I can change out of these blood-covered clothes.” you said. It’s likely the best way for you to figure out where your ship went if they can bring you to it.

“The ship’s probably with Nautica, she wanted to check it out. I’ll escort you there.” First Aid picked you up with a delicate grip, likely to prevent accidentally hurting you. Given the strange condition of your body, however, you’re probably gonna end up dislocating a joint before he harms you.

Entering the room, you saw a purple and yellow Cybertronian. Most likely Nautica.

“Hey there! That must be the owner of this ship, right?” She reached a servo to you, “I’m Nautica. Nice to finally meet you!”

You couldn’t do a proper handshake with Nautica, so you just held her pointer finger and shook it.

“I’d like to enter my ship to get something. Is that alright with you?” you asked.

“Of course! I made sure to clean the blood where I could. Had to use my holoform to do that, though. Here, I’ll carry you to it.” she picked you up gently, transferring you to the entrance of your ship.

“Thank yo- ack!” you stumbled, quickly being caught by Nautica.

“Be careful!” she exclaimed.

First Aid grabbed you. You didn’t know how he got up to where you were so quickly, but before you knew it he was holding you up. “I’ll help Y/N. It’s probably a bad idea to let her be alone for a long period of time with her blood loss anyway.”

Oh, this might get uncomfortable fast. You were fine with First Aid seeing you all battered up and bloody, but the concept of him watching as you got changed made your stomach flip. And you’d rather not show your tits and bits to someone you’ve only known for a single solar cycle.

Before you could protest, though, he carried you to your ship. While he did put you down on your feet, he waited a bit before letting go. He even followed you to your quarters, where you hastily grabbed a crop top and a pair of pants. You’d grab a jacket after changing. When he tried to follow you into the bathroom, you put a hand over his chassis. “You’re not going in here. I don’t know how y’all view nudity, but for us we usually don’t do that around people we’ve only met for a day.”

“Oh!” First Aid backed up, “Sorry about that. Nurse instincts, I guess.”

You walked in, closing the door behind you. There’s no windows in the bathroom, so he couldn’t peek even if he tried. You knew he had innocent intentions, nothing perverted or anything, but you needed some time to yourself.

Quickly removing your blood-stained clothes, you ran some water and used a cloth to clean some dried blood off your body. After cleaning what you could, you put on the clean clothes. You’d usually not wear a crop top, but at this point you didn’t care. You had a jacket anyway.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, holding a hand over the stitches. Despite Ratchet being significantly bigger, the stitches were done expertly. You looked at all your old scars, and at the subspace entrances on your body. Never were a fan of looking at ‘em, it always reminded you of the fact that you’ve been mutilated. Not enough to be unrecognizable as a living being, but enough that people would stare if they knew. It’s why you covered yourself entirely. Strangers have no right to know what’s going on with your body after all, why should they look at it? Of course, you couldn’t do that with the ones on this vessel; they all know. Might as well not hide it.

Walking out the bathroom, First Aid was just standing there. At least he didn’t try anything, that was reassuring. You went back to where your jacket was, back turned to him.

“What’s that purple and blue thing on your back?” he asked. An innocent question.

Shit.

You always knew that you bruised easily, most likely a consequence of a condition you have but don’t know the actual name of, but you didn’t expect that the fall from yesterday would bruise you.

“It’s a bruise. I don’t know why, but it’s pretty easy for me to get bruised. It’s an organic thing, it takes a few days to heal. Don’t worry though, as long as I’m careful it won’t hurt.” you explained, putting on your jacket. “I’m ready now, let’s go to the clinic.”

First Aid picked you up, being mindful of your back. Nautica helped the both of you down, but not without making a comment about the fact that he was holding you.

“That worried? You’re holding her like she’s made of glass.” Nautica commented.

“Y/N’s still my patient, and is still recovering!” he countered, “Also, humans are way more fragile than Cybertronians! It makes sense to be careful!”

Oh, if he knew about how roughly you’ve been tossed around in fights. Or how roughly you’re often treated in general. In fact, being treated so softly was unfamiliar to you, but a welcome unfamiliarity. How they’re gonna freak out if they pop a limb out its socket if that happens will be priceless when it happens.

The both of you walked, well, technically just First Aid since he was carrying you, to a smaller ship docked in the vessel.

Why is Rodimus there?

“Hey, Captain!” First Aid greeted the orange mech, who was waiting by the smaller vessel.

“Yo! I wanted to get here before you two left. How’s Y/N’s condition?”

“The usual. I did experience some blood loss, so I might be at the clinic for a solar cycle or two. That, and I’d like this injury to be documented with them.” you replied.

“Also, there’s a nasty blue and purple spot on her back that she says is fine but I’m not sure if it is.” First Aid added. If you could, you would’ve covered his mouth. You couldn’t though, so you gave him a stink eye. Fucking snitch.

Rodimus took a bit to reply, “Oh. I’m neither a medic nor an expert on humans, so I’m not going to try reassuring you.”

“Aaaaanyway,” Rodimus started walking away, “Mags needs me for a meeting since Y/N is probably going to have not much choice in staying on the Lost Light with those injuries. Something something ‘We need to inform the officials on Cybertron about the organic on the ship.’ See you two later!”

You looked up at First Aid, “Who’s Mags?”

“Ultra Magnus. He was the one who noticed your ship and the blood coming out of it, surprisingly. Best not to call him Mags though, something about shortening a senior officer’s name being an offense.”

You understood that. A lot of people in important positions don’t like having nicknames, likely because it makes them appear less threatening if they accept a nickname. It’s something you’ve weaponized when doing non-bodyguard work, but the people here don’t need to know that.

When you and First Aid entered the ship, the coordinates were already set. First Aid placed you near the navigator, making sure that you wouldn’t fall.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

Luckily, the ride was rather smooth and quiet. Neither of you said anything until the vessel docked.

“We’re here, I’ll carry you to the entrance.” First Aid picked you up, and carried you there.

✩✩✩

“Welcome! What’s the purpose of your- Y/N?!” the receptionist jumped up from her seat, walking up to the both of you.

“What happened? Why are you being held by a Cybertronian?!”

“Y/N was injured badly, a spike impaled her, a cut on her back, and what I think is a bullet hole in her right cadulen.” First Aid explained. “We didn’t know that her ship was the one sending an emergency signal at first. We patched her up as best we could, but she mentioned needing a blood transfusion since she lost a good amount of blood.”

The explanation eased the receptionist. “That’s good. I’m glad that she’s alright. I’ll inform the doctors right away.”

Using her communicator, she informed the doctors on call. After a minute, an all familiar face walked up.

She was a being with four yellow eyes and light red skin, with tendrils coming from her skull neatly tied behind her. Relatively human, but still noticeably not. This is the one person who you consider family right now; Doctor Daule. You call her Aunt Daule, however.

One set of arms held a datapad, with the other set crossed in front of her. She had to look up to see you.

“Eirii told me. Are you able to walk?” she asked.

“Oh! Sorry,” First Aid set you down, making sure that you could stand before letting you go, “She stumbled some time ago, so I thought it was best if I carried her. I’m also a little uneasy about transferring my patient.”

“Don’t worry,” Daule smiled, “I’ve known Y/N for years. You can trust her with me. Besides, a group of humans just came by last solar cycle. I took a DNA sample from one that looks a lot like her, and she gave me something to give to Y/N.”

Wait, someone that looks a lot like you? You’ll have to ask later. Aunt Daule supported you with her right arms. “You’re also a medical professional, correct? You can come with me, I have some questions for you.”

First Aid followed the both of you. Aunt Daule walked you into a room where the IV was just finished being prepared, setting you down on the bed. As a nurse prepared your arm for the IV, you asked a few questions.

“You said someone that looked like me was here, right? Do you know their name?” you asked.

“She said her name’s Makayla.” Daule answered.

“Is she still here?”

Daule shook her head, “No, she left the same day she came. Makes sense though, she had to bring her injured colleague to us. She wanted to stay in case you came by, but her Captain needed her somewhere else.”

Oh. Guess reuniting with family needs to wait.

“You mentioned getting her DNA, is there a match? Do you need another saliva sample? I haven’t eaten anything in the past solar cycle, so I should be fine on that.”

“It matched pretty quickly, said there was almost no genetic deviations between either of you too. Anyway,” she walked over to pat you on the head, “I’m going to talk with him for a bit,” she gestured to First Aid, “the nurses will check you out. I’ll be back soon.”

They both left, leaving you with the whir of machines and the feeling of lightheadedness slowly leaving your body as the blood dripped into you.

✩✩✩

The two walked into an office. Daule sat down in the chair. “We should introduce ourselves. I’m Dr. Daule, I mostly take care of the smaller species at this facility. I was also Y/N’s caretaker for some time.”

First Aid nodded, “I’m First Aid. Currently stationed on the Lost Light as the Chief Medical Officer-in-training.”

“You’re a medic, that’s good. That means some of these concepts should be somewhat familiar to you. But first,” she put her top hands in a steeple, “how did you end up finding her? From my knowledge, Cybertronians are not only rare around these parts, but also one of the largest species in the universe.”

“We noticed an emergency signal coming from a vessel, and one of the people captured what turned out to be her ship and put it somewhere. Eventually, the second in command noticed that the entrance was open and that there was a blood trail leading out. I was with the CMO preparing the medbay. We were able to take care of her, but as I’m not that familiar with organic biology, I had a feeling that it would be best to bring her to people who can actually treat her.” First Aid answered.

“I’m glad that you found her and did all you could. In fact, I think it might be best if she stays with you until she’s fully healed.”

The mech stalled, “Why do you say that? It’s likely best if she stays here, right?”

“Well,” Dr. Daule grimaced, “there’s been a recent incident that’s making our clinic a little bit packed. Y/N doesn’t need to be here for too long, probably just a cycle or two then have her return to get the stitches out in fourteen cycles. Besides, she needs to socialize more.”

“Oh! That makes sense. Just give me the care instructions, I’ll inform everyone once I get back on the ship. It’s best if we all know so we can prevent Y/N from being reckless.” First Aid nodded.

“Once the nurses come back and tell me what’s going on, I’ll write a care plan. Make sure she doesn’t do anything strenuous, the stitches might break." She said, “Also, there was no dressing on the stitches, so we’re going to add some. I’d rather not have the stitches redone if possible, they’ve been done rather well.”

“Anyway,” Dr. Daule got up and walked to the door after grabbing a box, “I’m going to check on her. This is what her sister asked me to give her. Follow me.”

✩✩✩

The nurses did plenty of checks on you, along with putting dressing on the stitches. After some time, Aunt Daule and First Aid returned. There was a blue box held in her lower arms.

“What’s with the box?” you asked.

Aunt Daule brought the box to you. “Your sister brought this to us. Said this was for you, in case you were alive. I know it feels weird to get something from someone you haven’t known since infancy, but try not to think about it too much, Y/N.”

You opened the box, opening the letter. It was in the language the planet you were raised on spoke.

My dear sister,

How long has it been since you were taken from home? Twenty years? We couldn’t even hold our heads up back then, and now it’s possible for us to meet again at a bar and drink together. I miss you so much and I’ve known you for so little. It’s ironic in a way; identical twins who won’t even recognize each other. You’ve shaped my life in so many ways. Even as you were declared dead, I never stopped searching for you. I’d look up at the night sky and wave, imagining you waving back at me. I went into astronomy, learned all I could about the world beyond Earth, with the thought of meeting you again.

I joined a space exploration program for the possibility of seeing you again. I knew you were somewhere out there. If you’re reading this, then I was right all along.

I know the possibility of you being alive is slim, but if you are, I’d like you to have these. The clothes you have might look weird on Earth, right? I bought some and washed them for you. I don’t know what style you like, so I mostly went with simple solid-colored stuff. Mostly black. I feel like you’d like black.

On the back of this letter are some coordinates and addresses. These are the places mom, dad, and I live. And our big sister too! I can’t wait for you to meet our niece. When we meet again, tell me your name, okay? I want to address you properly.

Your long-lost twin,

Makayla MacArthur

P.S. We have a weird gene that makes it so we can’t get drunk no matter how much alcohol we drink. You might’ve figured that out already, though.

Opening the box, the first thing you saw was a picture of a little girl next to two swaddled-up infants. The girl had black hair and brown eyes. Two pieces of paper had names, and the one on the right simply said ‘When you tell us your name again.’

It was you. You and your sisters. Another photo, far more recent, was of an older woman holding a child. The note on that said, ‘It’s our niece! Hope you don’t mind Chloe using your old name for her middle name.’

There was a third picture, with who you believe is Makayla, in a night blue uniform. She looks almost exactly like you, without all the experiments and scars. Brown eyes instead of your golden colored irises.

You thought you were a lost cause. That nobody would be looking for you on Earth. Oh, Makayla, how she proved you so, so wrong.

MacArthur. MacArthur. Y/N MacArthur. It’s going to take getting used to having a family name. An identity beyond being an experiment.

“Also, apparently the elasticity of your skin and flexibility isn’t normal for humans. According to your sister, it’s because of a condition called Ehler-Danlos Syndrome. I’ll explain some of the other things she explained once your scars are healed.” Daule added. “I’ll write up a care plan for you. You’ll be staying on the vessel that found you until you’re fully recovered.”

Honestly? You’re fine with that. The people on the Lost Light have all been kind to you so far, especially First Aid. Kinder than most people from the planet you’ve lived on for your whole life, despite knowing nothing about you.

“That’s fine with me.”

“Well then. Rest up, you’re gonna need it Y/N.”

#transformers x reader #first contact au #mercenary!reader #transformers first contact au #transformers perceptor #transformers ultra magnus #transformers drift #transformers first aid #transformers nautica #transformers brainstorm #transformers megatron #transformers g/t #giant/tiny

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petitelepus · 11 months

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For the "humans are cute". I keep thinking of how on tiktok there's this cat distribution system joke going around. Its where you either find a cat or a stray cat just walks up to someone and now they've got a cat.

A human just walks up to a bot on the Lost Light or walks onto the Lost Light and is like "yeah this is my home now, I choose you as my owner" (the human distribution system is hard at work).

Rodimus was honestly minding his own business on this alien planet where he was looking at this sparkling red paint for his frame when something suddenly tapped his leg.

He looked down and saw you standing there, just... staring up at him.

"Can I, uh, help you?" He asked and you just stared at him before taking a glance at the paints he was admiring.

"You would look good in that." You pointed out the bright sparkling paint and Rodimus blinked and glanced at the paint you pointed to.

"Oh, sweet, thank you-!" He smiled as he turned to look at you, only to see that you were gone.

The Autobot blinked as he looked around in confusion. Where could you have gone, you were just there, you couldn't just disappear like that!

"Rodimus!"

The Bot turned and saw Drift waving at him as he approached his friend.

"Did you find the paint you wanted?" The swordsmech asked and Rodimus smiled as he pointed out this paint you had picked and the two of them bought enough paint to cover Rodimus completely.

Rodimus totally forgot you as he made his way back to Lost Light with his best friend by his side... Completely unaware that you were following them.

Not long after Lost Light left the alien planet, Bots started to notice weird things happening all around the ship.

Stuff got moved and Tailgate swears that he had seen something running through the halls of Lost Light. Some mechs put up rat traps in case there are organic rodents from the planet they visited in the ship...

But the next day they see that each trap is snapped close and food is gone. Bots don't understand what is happening and some demand that Rodimus, Megatron, and Ultra Magnus do something because some Bots are getting anxious.

After talking with Megatron and Ultra Magnus, Rodimus is exhausted as he makes his way to his habsuite. He wasn't prepared to see you laying on his berth, eating some sweets someone had put on the rodent traps.

"Wait, you're the creature from that planet!" He said and you looked up at him and smiled, "Hi ya."

"How did you get here?"

"Don't worry about it." You waved your hand dismissively before taking a bite of your sweets, "You are blessed, for I have decided that you shall be my new servant."

"Wait, what?"

Rodimus took you to Megatron and Ultra Magnus to see and the former Decepticon groaned as he looked at you and then his co-captain.

"They are a being called human, Rodimus." The grey mech stated and Rodimsu blinked. "A human?"

"A fancy pet to most. This one is relatively in good shape, it must have had an owner on the planet we visited." Ultra Magnus noted as he took in your fancy clothes and how healthy you were.

"They mustn't have been on the streets for long."

"Is it true?" Rodimus asked as he looked at you, "Do you have an owner?"

"Nope, I got bored with my earlier guy so I left." You said as you yawned, the mere memory of them boring you.

The mechs glanced at each other but before anyone could suggest what to do with you, you looked up at Rodimus.

"I like you. You have style." You said as you grinned like a cat with a mouse, "I'll even let you serve me."

"Are all humans like this?" Rodimus asked and Megatron shook his helm, "Absolutely not."

"Well, I don't see a reason why they can't stay!" The young co-captain said with a smile and looked down at you.

"My name is Rodimus! And you are?"

#humans are cute #transformers #transformers mtmte #mtmte #rodimus #rodimus prime #megatron #ultra magnus #tailgate #reader is spoiled #ANon #ENJOY!

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im-just-a-dumb-gay · 8 months

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Even More Bayverse stuff (this time with some pictures)

The Allspark is sentient. In the beginning, all it thought was “create.” It was more of a drone in the beginning with a learning AI. Over time, the Allspark grew in knowledge as well as gaining more sentience. When Quintessa threw it out to space, the Allspark felt betrayal for the first time. Since its inception, the Allspark was always surrounded by Someone in some way. When in space, that was the first time the Allspark felt loneliness. When it crashed on Earth it waited to one day be found and returned home. Then it was discovered by humans. The Allspark had expected to be treated the same way it used to be. Instead, the Allspark was experimented on and experienced pain. This greatly angered the Allspark and its creations during the first movie were violent as a reaction to this anger. Then Sam forced it into the spark of Megatron. This was the first time the Allspark felt death. It’s sentience, however, lived on. When Sam dropped the Allspark fragment, it created the Apliancebots to kill Sam out of revenge. Then Sam became the Allspark’s new host. The Allspark purposely made Sam live a nightmare, only forcing its great knowledge in times it knew were most inconvenient. It was when Jetfire spoke of the Primes sacrificing themselves to save humanity that the Allspark would start to question itself. It was when Sam sacrified himself for Optimus and the Primes graced him with their presence that the Allspark saw there was more to humanity than how it was treated by Sector Seven. I’m also making it that the Allspark can only change hosts if the host dies/is destroyed or the host chooses to let it go to a new host. When first connecting to Sam, the Allspark kept that information away from Sam. After the 2nd movie’s ending, the Allspark gave Sam the choice of either keeping it or letting Optimus become the new host. Though it expected Sam to choose the 2nd option since it gave Sam a hard time, Sam actually stayed as its host. This was because Sam wanted to feel important and didn’t want to go back to being a regular guy. (I’m making it that this feeling has always followed Sam. He always felt like a loser and it was during the first movie that he truly felt special and he didn’t want to let that go. So instead of the 2nd movie of him wanting to be a normal guy, it instead is him trying to be a normal guy but having trouble doing so as he can’t catch that feeling of being special anymore.)

If Sam has the Allspark, why did the government not let him work with NEST? Sam might have had an important Cybertronain technology part of his brain, however, he had not shown any skills necessary to work with them. Optimus agreed with this decision since working with NEST would put both Sam and the Allspark in danger. It was seen safer that Sam simply reintegrate into society and the Allspark be hidden within the masses.

Staying with Sam, the Allspark gained some sass. “Witwicky charm.” For fun, the Allspark would randomly give information to Sam in the middle of the night. When Sam ever tried to question this behavior, the Allspark would jokingly say “You killed the future of my home. I think this is fair” even though the Allspark did somewhat forgive Sam at this time. Basically they’re frenemies.

I forgot Sam mentioned Sentinel Prime’s ship during the Fallen movie. Since Alpha Trion can have random predictions he might have also uploaded this information to the Allspark. Since Alpha Trion doesn’t get full predictions, he only saw information about Sentinel’s ship but not that Sentinel was working alongside the future Decepticons. So the Allspark knew about the ship even though it wasn't on Cybertron during the war. It didn’t warn Sam about Sentinel as the prediction wasn’t full. I think Alpha Trion saw the destruction of Cybertron and thought he could prevent this by storing more energon…which eventually led to them finding Earth and Megatronus fighting them and then starting the war. In a way, Alpha Trion made his prediciton come true by trying to prevent it. Might change it that this specific prediction led to the Star Harvestor being created instead of a prediction that the Allspark might be lost. Or maybe a mixture of both. I might make it that the Primes wanted to make their own “Primes” or ultimate creations just like the Creators before them by having disciples. Alpha Trion chose Sentinel. Megatronus chose Megatron. The other disciples of the Primes most likely sided with Sentinel and sadly died in war as they were most likely targets since the Fallen had said only a Prime could kill him. The Fallen only knew one Prime still lived, but couldn’t pinpoint who it was. Because of this, anyone who was considered a disciple was a main target. When Sentinel made a deal with Megatron, The Fallen could sense he was not a “True Prime.” The reason why The Fallen fears a “True Prime” is that the Creators made it so that a True Prime could kill another True Prime. This was done so that none of the lower soldiers would rise up against the True Primes. This was because they believed they had full control of the True Primes and that whenever they were gone the True Primes could lead decently well on their own. They didn’t make a failsafe that their own creations would kill them as it would never happen. Even Prima, who prided himself with his future vision, did not think to see the future of his creations or that they could lead to his death.

Okay re-hearing the scene on loop I now hear "Sentinel Prime Mission" or something like that. Perhaps the Cube was given Sentinel's research on the Space Bridges (which either way the Cube would need Alpha Trion's predictions to know about this even as it was off Cybertron by that time. Alpha Trion saw that Sentinel was going to create something about exchanging mass far distances. Perhaps he didn't see this as part of the "destruction of Cybertron" prediction but either way he gave this info to the Cube and Allspark decided to be petty with Sam and use that random info to mess him up. )

I now realize Glados's song kinda fits Allspark XD

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#bayverse #transformers #bayformers #Sam bickering at air while people question his sanity #Allspark did that on purpose #Added images to break up the text #My old posts are so long lol #Youtube

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Artistic Rendition · Megatron & Artistic!Reader

Summary: The Reader is suffering from immense Art Block and wants to draw Megatron something to show their gratitude which leads to a heartwarming speech.

Authors Notes: I do take requests for stories involving Megs, Athena or even the Reader. This was converted from my Wattpad.

You were an artist. You weren't well known around Witwicky but there is one person that enjoys your work.

Megatron.

He was well known as the old ruler of The Decepticons. But you didn't mind.

You were Megatron's Ally before he met Dottie Malto. Then you were ripped away from him because Dot was basically partners with him. So often times you drew to past the time from the pain. Megatron adored your art because ever since he decided to turn to the force of good he was always trying to learn more about the culture. He was so infatuated that he asked you if he could get a drawing. You told him it'll take awhile.

Megatron told you that he didn't mind and to take as long as you want, so here you are. Sitting in the comforts of your favorite tree drawing a neat little drawing. Megatron adored art of yours, you used to draw for Bumblebee, but he one day disappeared so you drew for yourself. It was only a matter of time before Megatron requested art from you. Drawing became hard when you couldn't think of anything to draw, so you scribbled and scrapped most of the time. Annoyed you gripped your head trying to think of a way to draw without losing your mind. You accumulated quite the ball pile, you decided to stare at the pile in hopes that you could find some inspirations but all that came from it was a blank page. Groaning you banged your head on the drawing pad. Before a thud was felt and a hand picked you up. You looked to see the silver face of Megatron.

"Oh hello Megan." You said, you sighed and placed the pencil down.

"What seems to be the matter?" Megatron asked.

"Art block." You mumble.

"Art block?" Megatron questions.

"Art Block is when an artist is fatigued from drawing. It's usually from low inspiration or another facture." You explained.

"I'm guessing you're attempting to draw me something?" Megatron asked.

"Yeah, but nothing is coming from it." You mumbled.

"I see..." Megatron said.

"I just want to draw you something to show you my appreciation as you're my friend!" You said.

"(Y/n). You don't need to push yourself for me." Megatron said.

"Yeah, but... I... I want to! I want to draw you something!" You said.

"Please don't force inspirations it can lead to burnout or worse a worse product you aren't hoping for, or otherwise known as being unsastfied." Megatron said.

"Wait, how do you know?" You asked.

"You forgot, that I am around millions of other humans and by observing I found most of them seem to be unsastfied with their work. And I wish for you not to end up like that." Megatron said. You sigh. "But I owe you something!" You try and protest.

"You don't owe me anything, you did by being my friend." Megatron said.

"F-Friend? Oh! I think I got something! But I need help from you Megs." You said.

"Oh?" Megatron questions, he walked towards you and sat down activating his mass displacement. You handed him a pencil and you sat down in his lap while drawing, you instruct him to draw and he did so. Drawing together you made a nice mural of you, him and Witwicky. You teared up and hugged him.

"Thank you Megs. I couldn't have done this without your help! Friendship is what I needed after all!" You chimed happily." You smiled. Megatron smiled back and placed a hand around you.

"Perhaps it is, (Y/n), perhaps it is..." Megatron smiled.

#transformers #maccadam #earthspark megatron #tf earthspark #transformers earthspark #earthspark megatron x reader #megatron x reader #earthspark fanfiction #. 💞 ; txt #. 💕 ; fanfiction.jpg #. 🌍 ; earthspark

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nova--spark · 4 months

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Well we have Dadimus Prime and Momlita

Older Brothers Bumblebee and Smokescreen

Uncle Ratchet (also since Ratchet has a nephew that would make medix their honorary cousin)

Guardians Arcee and Bulkhead

Resident Miko Enabler Wheeljack

Ultra Magnus who pretends to be annoyed by the children’s antics but if anyone so much as looked at them wrong he’d smash them into scrap with the Forge

Wine Aunt Knockout (Yeah I know Knockout’s a dude. Being a wine aunt is a state of mind)

And Miko and Jack’s teacher Megatron

And I’m sure if StarScream and Soundwave take the same redemption route as Megatron they would also be added to the sparkling’s ever growing family

Oh god this famlily is huge-- WAIT THIS ISN'T EVEN COUNTING TEAM BEE CUZ THEN YOU GOT

STRONGARM, SIDESWIPE, GRIMLOCK, FIXIT, DRIFT, JET AND SLIP, WINDBLADE--

Oh good lord this family is ever expanding. FUCK YEAH I FORGOT THE RESCUES, AND RATCHET'S NEPHEW

omfg Guys help, we have so many families in this. But nah I adore this??? Wine Aunt KO is peak, perfection, no changes ty.

As for Screamer and Soundwave, I don't know honestly. Last we knew of him in RID, he was comatose, dunno if he will wake up , not to mention, I don't see him much as a teacher as Megatron did.

Soundwave however, I could very much indeed see going through not only counseling but also atonement by public service of some sort. Will have to think on that more hm.

#transformers #TFP: TIMESKIP | RID15 AU #Reborn Spark AU #tfp: timeskip rid15 au #maccadam #maccadams #transformers prime #tf prime #tfp #tf rid 2015 #tf rid15 #nova writings

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transingthoseformers · 3 months

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TFP, during peace talks Megatron and Optimus sneak away to actually frag for the first time, to get rid of all this tension. They're both just planning on a quickie in what amounts to a janitor's closet.

Skip forward a little bit. Megatron is slumped against the wall, fans roaring as he twitches from his overload, when Optimus presses himself against him, clearly on the cusp of overload and— wait. Wait. The base of the Prime's spike is swelling up?

Megatron glares at the wall and hisses, "You have a knot mod?!"

Optimus's finials droop guiltily, not that Megatron could see it. "I forgot."

What was supposed to be a quickie turns into a much longer affair while they wait for the knot to go down, and hope none of their underlings come looking for them. It might be a bit difficult to explain.

Sdgydyd yessssss

Looks like they're going to be hanging out together longer than expected (not that they mind tbh) :)

Oh Optimus

#on one hand i don't want them to get caught but i do want to see their underlings guess what happened #insert the mortal Kombat 🎶whoopsie!🎶 in here #oh optimus #on the other hand. soundwave. soundwave who has been not so secretly trying to cockblock them this entire truce #unsuccessfully so #tfp megatron #tfp optimus prime #megop #valveplug #Soundwave might not be able to find them just yet but he Mcfucking knows #rolling this around in my head #NECESSARY UPDATE BUT FUN FACT IT'S NOT ACTUALLY A WHOOPSIE IT'S ''TOASTY!''

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