I'm an Ally to the Autobots

Indie Bayverse OC/Muse+Mun is over 18/Multiverse and multiship/Will have occasional NSFW/FC:Nick Robinson/Managed by thefastestautobot

[autobotally]

Open RP Thread

Derek looked up at the tall stack of cars that surrounded him within the abandoned yard, casting shadows against the ground here and there. It provided some refuge from the sun when he needed a break- which he was taking now and, after wiping his greasy hands on his jeans began to eat a sandwich he had made. Headphones that was connected to his cassette player were snuggly over his ears, playing Radio Ga Ga by queen. Beside him was his bike with his bag hanging off of the handlebars.

The junkyard sat a few miles outside of Brighton Falls, just left there for the junk yard to rust in the rain and decay in the sun. This was also Derek’s place to go when he just wanted to work in peace and just needed some time alone.

[joycethejoyspirit]

“Nice place you got here.” Joyce dangles her legs over the side of the car she cat on top of. “What you really need though is to set up a cooler full of drinks and a kiddie pool to put your feet in. I’m serious, this could be our own little personal hideout.” Joyce talked to the stranger in front of her as if they were old friends and she hadn’t just seemingly appeared out of nowhere just seconds before.

[autobotally]

Derek’s head snapped up to look at her when the song faded and he heard her voice. He stared at the girl startled and confused as to why she was there- no one had came here as far as he could remember after he found this place. It took him a moment for him to find his voice. 

“I uh...who are you? I thought no one else came here but me since it’s abandoned.”

[autobotally]

Open RP Thread

Derek looked up at the tall stack of cars that surrounded him within the abandoned yard, casting shadows against the ground here and there. It provided some refuge from the sun when he needed a break- which he was taking now and, after wiping his greasy hands on his jeans began to eat a sandwich he had made. Headphones that was connected to his cassette player were snuggly over his ears, playing Radio Ga Ga by queen. Beside him was his bike with his bag hanging off of the handlebars.

The junkyard sat a few miles outside of Brighton Falls, just left there for the junk yard to rust in the rain and decay in the sun. This was also Derek’s place to go when he just wanted to work in peace and just needed some time alone.

[autobotally]

Here it is...the moodboard/Aesthetic that is Derek 1980s post Bumblebee film. Pretty much, like Charlie, he had his own introduction to the world of Transformers- this time with Optimus Prime(hence why the mech is included). Don’t know exactly when or how but yeah. I tried my best but I was sort of limited- especially when it comes to Nick R. looking as closely as one could look back then. But yeah, enjoy this piece.

[autobotally]

A new Asethetic/moodboard of Derek. I tried to use as many different picture as I can but there is some repeats. Hope you guys don’t mind!

[toxicrobotyaoi]

Soft OC Asks

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

🍄 What are your OCs favourite snacks? Their favourite comfort food which always cheers them up when they’re down? Favourite meal to make? Do they enjoy baking and cooking and are they any good in the kitchen?

🍁 Where does your OC go when they need to have some time to themself? Would they ever have their own “comfort corner” filled with all the things they like? Do they have a favourite spot outside that feels like its theirs and theirs alone?

🍂 Does your OC enjoy hugs? What do they do as a show of affection for: their friends, their family, their significant other(s) or for strangers? Over all what are they like with recieving affection from others?

🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them

💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need?

🌿 What way does your OC show that they care without using words? What way do others show your OC that they’re cared about without using speech?

🌳 What is your OC’s favourite way to relax after a stressful day? Do they have a favourite book to curl up with? A hobby? Or do they have a nice bubble bath and have an early night to bed?

🌲 How deeply does your OC feel? Are they typically empathetic or do they have a hard time connecting with others in this way? What are they like when offering support and comfort to someone they care for?

🌺 What does your OC do to calm down when they’re scared or after a nightmare? Do they have any special comfort items or need to be reassured by a specific person? How do they handle this if they’re alone?

🌸 What are some of their favourite things and why? List as many as you can think of!

🥀 How would your OC decorate a notebook or journal? What kind of things are written in there? Could you give an example of a nice entry?

🌼 Who are this characters friends and found family? How did they meet, how long have they been friends for, could they ever be something more than just friends? What do they look for in a friend or a romantic partner?

Questions for You!

💫What is your favourite fact about this character and why?

☄️ Does this OC deserve better treatment from you? Do you make them suffer just a little bit too much? Be nice to them!

🌠 On a scale of 1 - 10 how Baby is your OC? BONUS when asking this question rate the OC yourself as see if the reply matches up!!

💦 If you as the writer could erase one traumatic event from this OC’s life what would it be and why?

[naughtyandnicerpmemes]

Send me “Smash or Pass” + a name and my muse will answer with 100% honesty.

[autobotally]

What I’ve Done

Summary: Derek Anderson was your ordinary teen- well, as ordinary one could be with parents like his. That is, until he witnesses something he could not explain and is thrown into a war that is not his own. Pairings: Sam/Mikaela Warnings/Tags: Profanity, Autistic Character, Closeted Gay Character, Canon-typical violence(will add more on AO3)

AO3

[autobotally]

A random Aesthetic I did of Derek just cause. I didn’t know what to put on the ones on either side of the middle one so two of the bots would have to suffice. 

[legattus]

                           “Eat my star spangled shorts!” 

                                      Code of Conduct | Dossier

[leaderofteamprime]

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“Yes. Bumblebee informed us of their existence, as well as explained how painful it was to be hit by them, for humans or bots.”

He found the fence, and though he did not wish to cause the damage, he drew his blaster and fired, opening a hole that he and Derek could squeeze through. That the shots had traveled through and hit two trees behind the yard, so they started falling in the path of the S7 agents was just luck. 

“How far away are we from your team?”

“An hour, driving straight. We’ll be going the long way, to make sure we lose them.”

He cradled Derek close to his chest as they ran through the woods, one servo up to push away branches, though some he hit too hard and they fell behind them, leaving a block for the pursuing agents, but also a trail. 

He finally spotted a road, and he knew what he needed to do. “Curl up and stay still,” he said, before jumping and starting his transformation sequence. Mindful of where Derek was, he hit the road as a Peterbilt, Derek safely in his cab. 

[autobotally]

Derek quickly did what he was told, curling up and staying as still as he could...and then he heard the sound of transformation and then he was sitting in the passenger seat, blinking. “...Woah....that was....awesome.”

[autobotally]

What’s your personality percentage?

Tagged by: @leaderofteamprime

Tagging: @steelandslobber @ofgreasestains @kingoftheoffroad

Derek's  Personally is 93 precent baby 57 percent bitch 100 percent horny 84 percent softie 80 percent chaotic 3727388392 percent thot 11 percent cursed

[leaderofteamprime]

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However, before Derek could head to the exit, black vans started pulling up. Several men with shock guns jumped out, and one called out “Back away from the boy!”

Without thinking, Optimus scooped Derek up and retreated further into the junkyard. There was a part of the fence that was not as strong as the rest, a combination of rust and a partial collapse from a fallen car some time before. It led out into some woods, and would give Optimus an escape route not easily followed. 

Derek clung onto the other’s digit like it was a lifeline. “I’m guessing those types of guns can incapacitate you?”

“Yes. Bumblebee informed us of their existance, as well as explained how painful it was to be hit by them, for humans or bots.”

He found the fence, and though he did not wish to cause the damage, he drew his blaster and fired, opening a hole that he and Derek could squeeze through. That the shots had traveled through and hit two trees behind the yard, so they started falling in the path of the S7 agents was just luck. 

[autobotally]

“How far away are we from your team?”

[leaderofteamprime]

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“Derek, wait!” Optimus put a servo down just in front of Derek. “S7 will likely try to detain you, if they realize you have been assisting me. You will be in danger too.”

“I don’t care. I can at least slow them down while you get away.” Derek looked up at the mech. “Now, don’t worry about me and focus on getting outta here.”

However, before Derek could head to the exit, black vans started pulling up. Several men with shock guns jumped out, and one called out “Back away from the boy!”

Without thinking, Optimus scooped Derek up and retreated further into the junkyard. There was a part of the fence that was not as strong as the rest, a combination of rust and a partial collapse from a fallen car some time before. It led out into some woods, and would give Optimus an escape route not easily followed. 

[autobotally]

Derek clung onto the other’s digit like it was a lifeline. “I’m guessing those types of guns can incapacitate you?”

[leaderofteamprime]

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Luckily, Optimus was, and by now he had learned enough about humans to know distress when he heard it. He knelt down to be closer to Derek’s level. 

“What is it, Derek?”

“You need to get going. I think some of the Sector Seven guys are at my house right now. They might be asking around to see if anyone had seen a truck fitting your discripsion. So, you need to get outta here. I’ll see if I can distract them long enough if they head do head here.” he turns and starts heading back towards the entrance.

“Derek, wait!” Optimus put a servo down just in front of Derek. “S7 will likely try to detain you, if they realize you have been assisting me. You will be in danger too.”

[autobotally]

“I don’t care. I can at least slow them down while you get away.” Derek looked up at the mech. “Now, don’t worry about me and focus on getting outta here.”

[rp-meme-glaceon]

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Get specific! Ask about the home life, their experiences, incidents that have affected them, etc!

[lost-amidst-the-stars]

Reblog if this sight on your blog makes you smile and you would like your followers to talk to you more. 

[leaderofteamprime]

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“Of course.” Optimus pulled out of the junkyard and followed Derek’s directions back to his house. At the end of the block, he stopped and opened his door. “I thank you again for your assistance, Derek.”

“No problem, big guy.” He smiles and slips out before heading into his house.

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It had been two months since he helped the Autobot leader and every other week since then, they two had decided to meet up at that old abandoned junkyard with Derek teaching Optimus the human side of things while the other was teaching him about the Cybertronian side.

Today was one of their meetup days and Derek was riding his bike to his house first to grab his cassette player…until he noticed some strange trucks in the driveway. He got closer and closer until he saw a few people getting out and heading to his front door. He remembered how Optimus described the S7 personal and his eyes widened before turning around and biking towards the junkyard where he discarded his bike and ran through the entrance.

“Optimus, we got a problem!” He really did hope that the mech was there already.

Luckily, Optimus was, and by now he had learned enough about humans to know distress when he heard it. He knelt down to be closer to Derek’s level. 

“What is it, Derek?”

[autobotally]

“You need to get going. I think some of the Sector Seven guys are at my house right now. They might be asking around to see if anyone had seen a truck fitting your discripsion. So, you need to get outta here. I’ll see if I can distract them long enough if they head do head here.” he turns and starts heading back towards the entrance.