Welcome To The Cavern

Where the craziest, randomness and/ or scariest creatures reside... that’s it..... I think

[vincent-van-gtg]

[fitnessdesire]

Can’t risk it

[laderdesders1]

The duck of creativity. I waited so long for it.

[luckyferrero-deactivated2020081]

i’m desperate huhu

[fandomchick80]

Please give me some inspiration oh great duck of creativity

[mossyscavern]

… ah, what the hell. I need a bit more creativity anyway

[duckerk52]

Scientific experiment.

According to the internet 40% of transformers fans are girls, which I find hard to believe cause I’ve never meet another female transformers fan in my life, so for the sake of science let’s figure this out.

If your a transformers fan are you a girl or boy

boy

girl

non binary

not a transformer fan

Remaining time: 4 days 9 hours

[mossyscavern]

*shrugs* Non-binary.

Plus I get misgendered a LOT in real life, even before I found out about myself.

Kinda funny that people think otherwise and then immediately get my assigned birth gender wrong anyway despite trying to tell them the truth…

it’s why I don’t tell them anything now and watch them crash out over something that’s never a problem in the first place.

[mossyscavern]

Scary cave, reveal the truth

Part 3.5

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“ we had limited options, but now we have NONE! So thanks for that!”

“No son or daughter of cybertron is born without a cog.” Alpha trion stated, making the four helms turn to the older mech and d stepped forward towards him. “Oh, yeah. I've been with myself since I came online and--.” D bangs his fist on his chest.

D bangs his fist on his chest, gesturing the cog hole. “--this slots always been empty.” He finished as elita walked up next to d-16, with b-127 in her arms.

“So… what you’re saying is….” She paused, looking down at her own with bee doing the same, placing his tiny servo on his chassis. “No. No way!” Bee screamed, shaking his helm.

“No one can be that evil. Not even sentinel… right?” He asked, looking up at Orion, elita and d-16. They each held their own expression but it tells them everything they need to know. “I’m afraid so… if your cog isn’t present as well.”

There was no exchange, no sound other than bee’s whimpers, orion’s shushes as he held the sparkling in his arms and d-16’s intense venting.

“Bee, can you cover your audibles for a minute?” D-16 asks, clenching his fist very tightly and out of bee’s line of sight. “… I dun know how.” He says, looking down at his tiny servos.

D took a deep invent and knelt down to bees height in Orion’s servos. “Just copy what I do, see?” He then put his servos over his audible sensor, watching b-127 stare at the grey mech, looked at his tiny servos and covered the reactive panels on his helm.

“Like this?” Bee shouts, not being able to hear his own voice judging how loud he is. “Just like that!” D-16 gave a thumbs up, then stood and went far away from the trio and prime.

“Uh… Dee-?” Elita stopped Orion mid step. “Wait for it….” Is all she said as d-16’s frame colours are mixed with how far he had gone.

He then screamed loud. So loud that same shout echoed through the cavern before punching the wall, screaming some nonsense and shouting swears. Even went as far as to kick a rock so hard it dinted solus’ shin.

“… good lord.” Orion spoke up. “Agreed. I thought I was bad after the train left.” Elita-1 comments, remembering how frustrated she was… but d-16 takes the cake in her books.

“… reminds me of when Megatronus is frustrated.” Alpha trion comments, staring at d-16’s destruction with concern.

After a while he came back, still upset but very much calmer than before.

“Feeling better?” Elita asked.

“… no, not fully. I still want to kill him” He admits. “Want bee?” Orion asks, holding b-127 out towards d-16.

D nodded, already hugging bee once his friend had passed b-127. “Did I do good?” The sparkling asked, audibles now uncovered. “You did great bee.”

To be continued.

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(Prev/next)

(First part)

Been way too long since I did another part of @yuukirita’s babybee au.

Might as well do it again since, it-… it’s so unfinished, hope they’re doing alright and… hope everyone enjoys.

[girl-blorbo-polls]

If you were handcuffed to your girl blorbo with magical unbreakable handcuffs for 24h, would you be okay with this?

I trust her, I’ll be fine

I trust her, but it’ll be a stressful 24h

It depends on what kind of day we’re having

This is gonna suck…

Other/nuance

Voting ended onJul 19

[mossyscavern]

Arcee… I trust her, but I’m terrified of heights

[mossyscavern]

The unexpected on the nemesis.

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Megatron is in a bit of a slump.

Out of all the things he has to deal with, he never thought writers block would be one of them, it’s honestly a bit pretentious if you ask him.

This month’s creative writing was supposed to be about the fiery passion of victory, where they shall prevail no matter how many losses they have endured, that kind of lose is the fuel that feeds the flame!

…. But he can’t think of anything that can actually ignite his creativity. ‘Soundwave was right, we should’ve never done today’s energon raid.’

He reminiscences, heading towards the lift for some semblance of fresh air. Once the door opened he saw Thundercracker… focused on something, he thought nothing of it and greeted him like normal.

The seeker jumped before greeting him as well, standing at attention before the warlord. “At ease, it’s a slow cycle anyway.” He told the seeker simply, pressing a button for outside access.

They both stood in silence, waiting for the lift to stop at their designated areas. Thundercracker stood there, idling awkwardly before the lift suddenly stopped and the doors opened. They both nod and Thundercracker left.

—an hour later—

He returned back into the lift, more annoyed than ever, punching the side of the lift he took a breather and pressed the button for the floor of his quarters.

Surprisingly, Thundercracker is also in the lift too, more confused than surprised until they locked optics with one another. “… your quarters I’m assuming?” The seeker asks. “Yes, you?” He counters.

“Same floor, I needed to converse with starscream but it lead to the top instead.” He answers, rubbing the back of his helm. “Fair enough.” He says coolly, entering the enclosed space before pushing the lift’s button to go down.

“Apologies for that, shockwave installed a new update. Whenever I enter the lift it automatically overwrites its primary objective for any other bot.”

Megatron explains, making Thundercracker less confused. “Oh…. It’s a bit inconvenient.” He comments, megatron snorted at that. “Indeed.”

Megatron nods as the doors suddenly opened, both him and Thundercracker walk in the same direction. They were both very silent during their stroll, until Thundercracker decides to speak up.

“… shall I give you the status report now or…?” Thundercracker asks carefully, earning an arched optic ridge from the high ranking commander.

“It isn’t due until next week, you finished it already?” He asks, looking more intrigued at the prospect. “Y-yeah, I tend to do my work now rather than later.” He shrugs, earning an occasional impressionable hum.

“Very well, I shall review it.” He says, taking the data pad from thundercracker’s shocked servos, not giving the seeker enough time to react.

“W-wait that’s not the-.” He tries, but his voice is lost when Megatron actively read the continents of his data-pad.

Megatron blinked in surprise as he stopped in his tracks, seeing how well written thundercracker’s work is… despite it not being the report he expects.

Smirking, megatron turns to the light blue outlier seeker, taking note of the red faceplate and steam escaping from said seeker’s frame.

“This isn’t the report, soldier.” He testifies, earning an embarrassed and strangled. “M-mhm!” And a nod from the seeker. Without looking he hands thundercracker’s data-pad back.

“I expect your report on my desk after your talk with starscream.” He says, immediately having the object expectedly snatched out of his servo.

“I-I apologies for t- that. I-it wasn’t-.” Thundercracker stammered, holding the object of his embarrassment close to his chassis. “It’s quite alright.” He waves off, turning back to the embarrassed mech before him.

“I actually enjoyed that. It’s beautifully written and quite inspiring.”

He says, before turning to walk away, leaving a very dumbfounded seeker behind him as he turns a corner. The expression the seeker had on his faceplate before he left made him smile, it was incredibly expressive and quite endearing.

‘Even the seekers wings were expressed in that same way, very endearing indeed.’

He thinks, replaying that moment with thundercracker’s flustered and steaming faceplate with that wide eyed, face fallen look of utter shock at megatron’s casual expression of interest.

His thoughts then derailed to the other seekers when he did the same thing, they had the same experience and somewhat different expressions…

But there was one detail that made him really think about those interactions.

Out of all the bots, all the fliers, all the seekers even…

… how come it’s thundercracker that he finds more endearing?

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… yep, here it is. My big secret that I’m throwing out there.

I also really like megacracker. While yes megop is my otp ship… it also shares that title with megacracker too.

I’m not sure what it is… but I really like the magnetic appeal it has, Y’know it’s something new, something different. Gotta be fair here, I’m also a multi shipper.

@starscream-is-my-wife and I think @doomspoon888 are the big inspirations for this fic, I just… went with the wholesome route… *kicks dirt* cause yes-.

Quick note: I’m not putting this ship in the same category as the parental megatron franchise, because it’s a seperate thing and… I really like Optimus being a dad too despite making a whole different ship for papa/mama megatron’s lore.

Psst! For those that don’t know me, check out (big secret) it explains… absolutely nothing about me, but at the same time… tells you ✨everything!✨

[0sbrain]

Tumblr added a bunch of tracking shit to share urls, so now ill teach you how to get rid of them

if you copy a url by sharing on the website, the link will look like this

getting rid of tracking in these is easy, just delete everything after the question mark and you are golden

in the case for the app, its slightly more complicated

first you have to delete at. that appears before tumblr(.)com the other tracking shit on this one has a lot more info, so please, clean app urls. after the first set of numbers, there's a / you have to delete everything after it

a clean Tumblr url should look like this

blog safely

[big-papa-huge-time]

Removing this garbage makes posts embed on discord btw

[mossyscavern]

*eye twitch*

… I fucking hate this.

[novaboystars]

more music because i am going back to school onthe 23rd NO I DON’T WANT SUMMER TO END so i’m making the most of it by. Mucking around in bandlab and on my piano

[mossyscavern]

👀

Why do I love this more than I should

[mossyscavern]

Do you have an ao3 or other fanfiction account? It would help to keep your work organized and easily accessible!

I like your mega-dad au but its a bit hard to navigate-

N-no I don’t, I’m thinking about getting an account though but I don’t think I’m ready just yet.

As for the mess, I am so sorry I’ll see to it that it’ll get cleaned up if I remember, but only for like…. Actual story series, the skits however stay messy since there isn’t a lot of context.

I’ll try to keep my stories on here more accessible and more organised here.

I honestly have a much different plan for when I finally decided to start on ao3 but other than that, I’ll try and properly organise my stuff here to the best of my ability….

[mossyscavern]

Feral con madness!!

(Part 3-3)

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“M-my lord! Mercy!”

Starscream cried, grasping at the bigger mech’s servo around his neck guard. “I beg you!”

He gasps, the feral leader grumbled low as his denta bared with an animalistic growl, optics dark and piercing.

Bumblebee watched from where he was dropped from the seeker, he tried to move but his frame didn’t respond… he couldn’t move, he didn’t want to move.

his frame shook and his optics unfocused on the scene in front of him.

He thought about every possible outcome, every decision and every action that he made that would probably turn him into scrap metal once he switches-.

Bumblebee suddenly screamed, an electrical shock went through his whole frame as he doubled down, the shock from the cuff became intense.

Apparently bee’s scream was enough to bring megatron’s attention.

The feral leader let the seeker go and immediately went towards the minibot with a low growl and unsheathed claws. ‘When does megatron have claws?!’

Was what rang in every decepticon’s mind as bumblebee was suddenly pinned down on his front by the feral warlord’s servo, the minibot struggled while the decepticons watched.

Starscream sneered while others stared with worry, blitzwing may be crazy… but he’s not that crazy, Lugnut and Blackarachnia aren’t no better.

Bumblebee shut his optics with a scream when Megatron raised his servo.

He waited for the pain… but nothing happened.

The minibot blinked his optics, he definitely heard the metal scrape… but no pain. He turned his helm and optics widened, sitting up at the odd sight once megatron let him go.

His right arm is intact while the shock cuff is in pieces.

“Wha…?! I don’t- woah!!” Bumblebee suddenly screams, going limp instinctually as he’s suddenly being held by the nape of his neck guard by Meg’s denta.

“Lord megatron?”

A low grumbling growl came from the warlord, a warning. Silencing any decepticon that dares to try and go near him and the minibot.

Bumblebee, with all his confusion furrowed his optic ridge as he looks upwards at the very out of character warlord, taking notice of his optics still having pupils and still being diamond slits.

The scout shrieks, suddenly being dropped on top of mountains of stolen pillows and mattresses. ‘The slag?’ He thinks trying and failing to move around before megatron settled in.

‘… nope, I’m out.’ He thinks, trying to wriggle his way over and through the hefty amount of stolen plush pillows. “Where did they get these?! They’re literally the size of bots bigger than bulkhead-.”

A low grumble made him halt, he turned back slowly and megatron is staring at him again with… mostly calm and steady diamond optics.

With a non heated huff from the warlord, he lifted himself up a bit and used his servo to bring bumblebee back. Away from the exit.

Bumblebee- while a bit scared -blinked in confusion as megatron kept bumblebee from getting out of his hold and started licking his helm.

‘The scrap?! Why is he-…’ his thoughts flickered, an image of Optimus doing the same thing to bumblebee appeared, making him groan and facepalm.

“This again?! Why primus?! Why?!!?!?” He asks, optics furrowed as he glared up at the pillow fort covered sky.

Bumblebee huffed and buried his servos in his hands when he hears Blackarachnia discussing about megatron’s out of character feral instincts.

He whined at the thought of explaining… all of this in the report.

Throughout his self loathing and the whole process of… ‘a very weird Wednesday’ according to humans- despite being only Saturday -a very low very deep bass rumbling made bumblebee stop mid thought.

It was… a bit louder and more rumbling. But weirdly quiet for a huge con and more… soothing, strangely-. Bumblebee immediately shook his helm at that.

‘Nuh uh! No way!’ He thinks shaking his helm at that. ‘Not in decepticon territory!’ He reminds himself, trying to wriggle himself out of megatron’s hold on him, but the warframe’s servo is heavy!

And difficult to move off of too! At least with Optimus he can move it off any time.

This is too weird for bumblebee, even after getting used to this kind of treatment from Optimus. Huffing with defeat, he finally gave up on trying to escape from the feral warlord.

‘Well at least I won’t recharge, no way am I gonna let my guard down.’ He thinks…. Without knowing, he fell into deep recharge halfway through his thoughts.

The feral mech hummed victoriously, finally getting the sparkling to settle. Settling into the crook of his crossed restarlueus, megatron finally relaxed.

He hadn’t had the chance because his decepticon soldiers didn’t letting the mech have his peace and solitude….

Ever since this hesitant bitlet came across his fort, trying to quietly step away from the area… The feral mech knew that he’s the most harmless despite the sent of the prime.

His ‘reasonable’ side may say otherwise about all of this.

But he ain’t letting this bitlet go any time soon.

He’s a lost child anyways.

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(Prev)

Ok, I’m done now and I will not be returning to this au any time soon, while yes I love doing the feral au, I don’t really want to return to it since I’ve got other projects, so I won’t….

Right after the next [uh oh! Spoilers!] then I’ll leave this alone.

The feral prime au idea belongs to: @yinandyang1 so it’s technically their au… while the feral leaders au is… well a mix between the kidnap to adopt au and feral prime… so-

[mossyscavern]

Fell in love in October.

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Stephanie paced back and forth outside their area.

She had been doing this a lot for a very long time now, in her hands is a simple wild flower she picked up next to one of the old cabins.

And Stephanie is so VERY nervous about this. Courtship is supposed to be a man’s job normally… unless you’re in Japan according to terry, whatever that means-.

Stephanie shook her head and groaned, if she could, she’d throwing her head up in frustration. But alas her head is attached so she can’t be literal in her approach-.

“Hey Steph!”

The mangled girl jumped at the nickname, turning around with her arms immediately behind her back. Samantha, the redheaded girl who died in the well waved her hand as she walked towards her.

The scary cat beauty so brave not even phobias can make her feel insignificant.

That’s the thing Stephanie found the most admirable about her.

Every scare, every chance they tried to take her life… she always found a loophole, found ways to survive and kept on going, no matter how terrified she is.

She always kept moving forward. “You wanted to see me?” The redheaded girl asks, standing next to the darker brunette. Stephanie nodded, holding the flower tightly in her hand behind her like a nervous wreck she is.

“… so this is the mysterious abandoned camp you lot talked about, huh?” Sam asks, placing her hands on her hips as she surveyed the area.

Stephanie nodded, turning her head away from the redhead. “Wow. It’s so… morbidly beautiful.” She comments, taking in the scenery all around her.

Stephanie nodded her head, she always admired the scenery here despite their circumstances.

The masked girl took a deep breath and finally, but shyly, presented Sam the flower she had been hiding behind her back the whole time.

“I-is that for me..?” She asks.

Stephanie nodded, keeping her head facing away from the redheaded girl, already preparing for the harsh rejection that comes with it-.

“How’d you know?” She asks, gently taking the purple flower from her hand. Blinking she signed. “Know… what?” With an arched brow behind her mask.

“That moonflowers are my favourite flower!” She gestures casually, smelling the small flower in her hand Stephanie looked at her with surprise.

“I-… I didn’t.. it was one of the flowers I found right next to that cabin.” She signed, pointing at the cabin she had picked the flower from.

Curious, Sam walked to where Stephanie had pointed while the mangled girl followed her.

And just as she told the redhead the moonflowers are right there, fully bloomed and under the moonlight’s glow.

“Thought so! Only these kinds of flowers can bloom under the moonlight and still be able to stay open around dusk and dawn.” She tells the masked girl.

Both girls knelt down to stare at the beautifully bloomed flowers, one of the ones Stephanie picked remained resting behind Sam’s ear.

The pale bluish white compliments the red hair perfectly in Stephanie’s eyes.

She still didn’t get over her nervousness at all…

But at the very least, during this moment…

She hopes Sam knows she’s interested in her.

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*dusts my hands off*

It’s been way too long since I’ve done a genderbent fic.

And a gift fic for a familiar friend too! Hope @rina-inab likes it like how I written a fic for their genderbent stuff like before.

[spin-the-wheel-polls]

You've been turned into a mythical creature, spin the wheel to see which one!

Are you happy with it?

^^^^^^

https://wheelofnames.com/5k9-xsu

Are you happy with it?

yes!! I love it

yes!

It's okay I guess

no

NO.

results/other

Voting ended onJul 14

(if you don't consider some of these mythical creatures please don't come for me)

[mossyscavern]

I got turned into a gorgan, I can live with that.

[mossyscavern]

Tf g1 skits: some good ol’ fashioned parent megs

Note: a lot of it might be kidnap to adopt… so-

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*kidnap to adopt au*

Bumblebee, struggling: whatever you want, I won’t be willing!

Megatron: oh, you’ll be willing, I’ll make it.

Bumblebee, slightly scared:

Megatron, bringing out the paper work: just sign this, that’s all I need from you.

Bumblebee: … are these adoption papers?

Megatron, delighted: yes! It’s come to my attention that you don’t have a caretaker and I would be glad to be your sire, just sign here please.

Bumblebee:

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*kidnap to adopt au*

Starscream, entering: megatron, please tell Soundwave to stop.

Soundwave, following behind: [Soundwave] has no recollection of this event.

Megatron: stop what?

Starscream: stop Soundwave trying to adopt more cassettes! We already have two of those brats to deal with!

Megatron: oh, no that one’s on me actually. That adoption paperwork is mine.

Soundwave:

Starscream:

Starscream & Soundwave: w h a t?

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Bumblebee: Hey dad/mom I have a question.

Megatron, drinking energon tea: shoot.

Bumblebee: with that time where you had the heart of cybertron… why were you all lying down on the ground with empty energon cubes around you?

Megatron:

Megatron: uhhh, we kind of celebrated our little victory during that time-.

Bumblebee: you guys were drunk weren’t you?

Megatron: yes we were drunk, however! I ain’t a lightweight!

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*Kidnap to adopt au*

Ironhide: darn decepticon scum! Once I get my hands on’ em!

Spike: easy now ironhide, we just gotta tell Optimus what happened.

Ironhide: yeah, yer’ right. Hope bumblebee will be alright.

*later at the decepticon base*

Bumblebee, eating homemade energon cookies:

Megatron, on the other side of their interrogation table: … any good?

Bumblebee: tastes like home…. But no, I’m still not signing those papers so you can adopt me.

Megatron: blasted! Foiled again!

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*kidnap to adopt au… again-*

Bumblebee, just woke up: morning guys! *yawns* what did I miss?

Tracks: first of all: we got a new human friend.

Bumblebee: nice! Whats the second thing?

Tracks: Megatron threatened me to give you this before he fled.

Bumblebee: throw that away, those are adoption papers that I will not sign.

Tracks:

Bumblebee:

Tracks: why is this a regular thing for you?

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*season 4 shenanigans*

Bumblebee, visiting the decepticons memorial: … hey dad, it’s me. Hi Thundercracker, Skywarp… some seeker’s peds I don’t recognise.

Ghost! Starscream: ahem.

Bumblebee:

Ghost! Starscream:

Bumblebee: ok never mind, hi starscream’s peds-. Wait! You’re dead?!

Ghost! Starscream: indeed bug, now scram.

Bumblebee: not right now! I’m visiting and mourning my sire you scrap!

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*turned into a sparkling au*

Megatron: you wished to see me, Soundwave-.

Baby bee: *gurgling and cooing while grabbing at his peds*

Soundwave: [megatron]: this is the emergency. [Decepticons]: don’t have the protocol to dealing with autobot this young-… [megatron?]

Megatron, already holding a giggling baby bee: hi there~! N’aww you’re so adorable~, yes you are~!

Soundwave:

Starscream:

Soundwave: [queary]: is this a dream?

Starscream: nope, not even my brain can’t make this scrap up.

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*kidnap to adopt au*

Megatron: autobot, this will be a lot easier. if you’d just accept this.

Bumblebee: I’m still not signing any adoption paperwork.

Megatron: please.

Bumblebee: no.

Megatron please.

Bumblebee: no.

Megatron: I beg you.

Bumblebee: no.

Skywarp: how long has this been going on for?

Thundercracker: about almost an hour now, they’re both so stubborn.

———

*babybee au*

Bumblebee: pppttthhh

Megatron: pppttthhh

Bumblebee, giggling: pppttthhh!

Megatron, chuckling: pppttthhh!

Shockwave, entering the room: ehem. My lord, if I may ask-.

Megatron:

Bumblebee, cheekily: pppttthhh!

Shockwave: … never mind, you seem clearly busy. I’ll go ask Soundwave.

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Megatron: --and that is why I will never let that happen again.

Bumblebee: … you’re a hypocrite, sire.

Megatron, sputtering: name one time I was a hypocrite-.

Bumblebee: kidnapping gears, turning the humans against us by impersonation, turning the autobots evil, agreeing to that Deceptitran guy about the mermaid people, multiple kidnappings and torture of bots back on cybertron shall I keep going?

Megatron:

Megatron: I need room for improvement.

———

*inspired by a Go! Go! Transformers comic*

Bumblebee! W-wha?! Where’s my energon?!?!

Megatron, eating bee’s energon on him: looking for this?

Bumblebee:

Bumblebee: aww, c’mon! Not the dad/mom tax!

Megatron, smug: indeed, don’t worry I’m sure Optimus will make you some more.

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Phew! Been a while since I’ve done some g1 skits.

Sorry about that, I’ve just-… really, really! Got dragged into the transformers animated hole after writing sooooo much stuff in it left to right.

Besides the g1 series, I’ve also… kind of and… sometimes not-. Grew up with the animated series also. It was.. really inspiring especially for kid me

[mossyscavern]

A very unfortunate day, turned out fine.

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“AAAAAARRRRRGGHHH!!!”

Megatron heard, making the mech jump at the sound but controlled enough for it to pass as unnoticeable.

With an arched optic ridge he undoubtedly told swindle he’ll call him back in a bit. Trudging through the halls with a controlled pace, he’s gotten a lot of questions from his other subordinates.

Telling them he’ll handle it as he walks past Lugnut came running. “My lord! Thank primus I found you in time.” He says, undoubtedly thankful as megatron shoos his soldiers away. “Is there an issue Lugnut?” He asks

His most loyal soldier nodded, a worrying look on the wrecker as he turned from the hallway he walked down from.

“Very much, I came as soon as I could when he requested for you, he seemed very distraught at something, looks like he’s about to combust and, and-.”

Megatron placed his servos on Lugnut’s palderons before shaking him out of his spiral. “Feel better now?” He asks, Lugnut nodded. “Good. Now vent and tell me what’s wrong?” Lugnut took a deep breath and sighed.

“It’s your heir megatron.” He finally got out. “He needs you.”

That did not take long for megatron to immediately head to his private quarters in not time at all.

He canceled every meeting he had that evening, told his subordinates he won’t be there for quite a while and grabbed every strawberry alloy sweetener energon he had on the ship.

He had a feeling his son isn’t in the best state according to how loud that yell was, how lugnut immediately went to find him and looked worried for a bot that can’t show much emotion in those five optics.

Once he opened his quarter doors… he saw a whole lot of electrical burns and damage around his room, even the floor was damaged too.

‘I just waxed that.’ He thinks, but that train of thought is immediately forgotten once he sees his uncontrollably sobbing heir underneath the covers he generously gave (despite stealing it once again)

His baby needs him more than ever, whatever happened to him.

“Babybee?” He asks carefully. Bumblebee, revealed himself from under the covers, tears stained his faceplate as his lower derma quivered. “Mama?”

Megatron’s expression turned to worry, his son’s voice box is glitchy and raspy from strain. “Hey babybee, I’m here.” He says quietly, placing the flavoured sweetener energon down and bringing his son’s into his arms.

Hushing and rubbing his back, continuing to sob and bury his faceplate into his chest. “It’s ok, shhh. I’m here, mama’s here, mama’s here.”

Megatron repeats, wiping the tears away whenever bee lifts his helm before burning against the chassis again, by the time he finally calmed down he’s sitting in his lap with a very pitiful look on his faceplate.

“May you tell me what troubles you, my son?”

“…no. Just some- *sniff* just a very bad cycle.” He admits, wiping the remaining tears that fell down his faceplate. “Non-stop reports, humans trying to take over Seattle, starscream showed up, repairs are a pain-.”

Megatron nods, listening to every bad thing that has happened today, some of these he’s already been doing almost daily… so what made him this upset.

“-- but that’s not the worst that has happened….”

‘Not the worst? Primus how badly did this final straw affected bee?’ He wonders rubbing circles on bee’s back, careful to not accidentally activate the speed booster.

“The worst that happened was… *sniff* I didn’t get any sleep at all!” He shouted, bursting into tears again.

‘Ah, it was a minor inconvenience turned major once settled in.’ He thinks, remembering the last time it had happened when he skipped nap time. “There there, it’s ok babybee. Tell you what--.”

He stopped briefly, grabbing the treats he had put down on the birth and showed it to his son. “--how about we eat some strawberry allow flavoured energon candies that I had made a couple of cycles ago, and we’ll go for a nap, hm?” He asks, wiping the coolant tears away once more.

Bumblebee nodded and smiled, despite the exhaustion he’s still feeling. “I’d like that… but maybe just some normal savoury energon today?”

Bee requested, surprising the warlord so suddenly. “… I missed how you make your homemade energon cubes.” He admits, leaning against his sire as the former leader smiles down at his son’s simple request.

“Very well, it has been some time since I’ve made some.”

He muses, noticing that bumblebee didn’t respond, he looked down and saw him fast asleep. Literally, he was awake before but fell quickly asleep.

Megatron shook his helm with an amused smile and lied him down on his berth, covering his frame with the blanket Isaac sumdac gave him.

It was never made for him, it was for bee. He just request it.

“Recharge well baby.” He whispers, giving him a peck on his forehelm. Megatron then went off, threaded his fingers from both his servos and made the metal creak.

He’s got a lot of work to do before his son awakes and returns to his friends.

Besides, he missed making bee his favourite fuel.

He isn’t about to waste that opportunity.

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This story is based off of this ask (right here)

A request story for @purpalwolf1214 it was such a very good concept idea and I had to write it! I was gonna put it as a blurrbee scenario… but I thought against it-.

Instead I went for a personal experience of when i wasn’t feeling the best, I was heavily tired, hadn’t had any sleep and kind of… broke down into tears over how overstimulated I was.

It happened a long while ago, I’m a lot better now. *shrugs* so there’s that.

[mossyscavern]

I can't help but wonder what happened when the Weavers interact with Optimus Prime because that skit makes my heart warm and laugh.

Then I’m doing something right if it makes you laugh and your heart feel warm.

Like I said… I think three times now, I’ll prolly bring Optimus later into the au but first I’m letting megatron get used to the weavers as well as the area around him… though they’d prolly be suspicious of Optimus anyways-.

Plus… megatron needs certain parts of a spirit box in his language emitter in order to understand Tom a bit, hence why Travis needs to text Duncan.

(I didn’t proofread the skit properly so it kind of sounds like I’m making this up on the fly… which I was a tiny bit-)

[mossyscavern]

Did Weavers also not allow deaf people to play the Wick game? (I also headcanon that a deaf person taught Tom how to do sign language.)

I can tell Weavers doesn't allow leg or arm prosthesis users to play the game, considering how fragile they are, no matter if they are mechanical or bionic, expensive or cheap.

Random headcanon’s cause I can

Wick/most au’s

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Well…. Yeah no, they don’t allow deaf people, no.

For reasons that 1: yes a deaf person did teach Tom sign language. 2: … Lilian got a bit fed up with trying to scare them or kill them when they can’t hear anything. They just tilted their head at her and gave her a thumbs up before moving on

As for the leg and arm prosthetics… they got hella confused for a while.

They did technically allowed them to play, only because they were tricked and did not know those same prosthetic limbs are fragile until Sam told them so.

He told them that they’re like Tom’s leg brace but can be easily broken and it’s very hard to replace since Tom’s brace is made to last longer.

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Yeah… the rules of those who they allow in and who they don’t allow kind of gets a bit complicated.

They’re glad that Travis and Sam are with them cause half of the disabilities are… they haven’t seen or heard of them before-.

[mossyscavern]

Tfo & wick crossover skits… cause I’m bored.

Just megatron being the adoptive father he is for vengeful dead children-.

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Tom, growling and croaking:

Megatron:

Megatron: can I have that in writing… or at least in signs?

Tom, rolling his eyes, signing: I’m trying to ask how old you are to… to see if you’d be able to out live us if we weren’t dead

Megatron: … fair enough, so our species lifespans are very long, so long it takes a whole planet to form--.

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*part 1*

Lilian, drawing on megatron: aaaannnnddd, there! All done!

Megatron, looks at the drawings on his left arm: it looks ridiculous.

Lilian: it looks fine! Pink is a good look on you!

Megatron: charming… where’s Sam?

Lilian: he’s getting something that’ll stick to your frame but it’s not permanent, not sure what but he’s admin about it.

Megatron: … ok now I’m worried.

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Tim: --and that is pretty much how I made these masks.

Megatron: impressive, very impressive indeed.

Tim: yeah, though at first it was a school project… but then Tom got hurt and I just… made another one to make him feel better.

Megatron, looks at Tom:

Megatron, back at Tim: his mask is a frown though.

Tim: I-i know. He’s admin about wearing the frowning mask.

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Megatron: --and that is pretty much how we came to be and how our religion started.

Benny:

Benny: … how big is this primus guy again?

Megatron: the size of a planet, if he was in bot form than he’d probably destroy planets if he could- aaannndd there he goes.

Sam, just walking by: … talking about primus?

Megatron: indeed, I just got him to at least talk to me without fainting too.

Sam: yeah, don’t worry he’ll properly process what you said and accept it eventually.

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Travis: c’mon! Pleeaaase!

Megatron: no.

Travis: c’mon! I wanna see you transform! That’s the coolest thing ever!

Megatron: Travis, I just got used to walking around this area without destroying anything I’m not going to transform if I feel uncomfortable.

Travis: but-!

Megatron my final answer is no. N.O.

Lilian: what do you transform into anyways? Is it a bunny!

Megatron:

Megatron: I transform into a tank little one.

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Caleb: hey! Wanna race?

Megatron: are you sure that’s wise?

Caleb: c’mon! One race, that’s it.

Megatron: … fine.

*many rematches later*

Caleb, heaving: so *pant* *pant* not *pant* fair!

Megatron, checking his digit tips: I warned you that you wouldn’t win this time.

Caleb: then I vote for a rematch!

Megatron: Caleb we’ve done this 7 times, let me have some peace and accept the inevitable.

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Tom, writing: … hey, what are good words that indicates love and death?

Megatron, also writing: mourning, acceptance, anger, depression, bargaining.

Tom: ok how do you describe both in the same feeling?

Megatron, turns with a weirded look: …. Now what are you writing about?

Tom: a tragic love story that ends in a horrible fate paired with religious trauma and a too little too late betrayal.

Megatron:

Megatron: one of them is already dead aren’t they?

Tom: 100% yes.

Megatron, amused: fair enough, try a murder that the dead person caused to their loved one before going towards the corrupted target.

Tom: ooo, that’s a good one!

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Sam, leaning against a tree: … whatcha doing?

Travis: hm? Oh just buying a mechanical translator… and calling Duncan.

Sam: why?

Travis, smirking & arching his brow at Sam:

Sam, confused:

Sam, lightbulb moment: oh! To help with megatrons translator emitter?

Travis: yep!

Sam: nice! … won’t there be side effects?

Travis: probably.

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Tim, nodding off:

Tom, asleep:

Megatron, knowing what that feels like: go to bed little one, your brother isn’t going anywhere. Not while you’re around.

Tim, turns to megatron: … aight. *finally settles down* g’night

Megatron, genuinely smiles small: sleep well.

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… Welp that’s pretty much done.

And no I don’t know what I’m doing, I’m just bored and I just gave you guys the moon knight equivalent of random bullshit… so-.

[mossyscavern]

Camp wick creek, it’s to die for.

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Sam awoke once the bugle horn sound off.

He groaned and put his pillow over his head to drown out the noises. “Alright, c’mon Sam rise and shine!” Duncan announced shaking the redhead from his slumber.

“I’m not awake.” He says, words muffled by the pillow on his head.

Words and noises sounded more muffled and far the longer he kept his eyes closed and pillow over his head-.

🎶-I’M GOINF OFF THE RAILS ON A CRAZY TRAIN!!!-🎶

“Aaahhh!!” He screamed, falling off the bed and with Duncan laughing at his redheaded cousin’s reaction. “Ha, ha very funny.” Sam sarcastically says, reluctantly grabbing the offered hand helping him up.

“But seriously though, it’s breakfast time we can’t be late.” Duncan informs. Sam nods his head in understanding.

“Did you really have to use travis’ phone?” Sam asks, grabbing his suitcase from under the bunk cabin he slept on. “Hey, he’s the one that set it up like that, not me.” Duncan defends, placing a hand on his chest as he referred to himself.

“Ey! Ude. I’s how I can ake u’!” Travis interludes, brushing and combing his hair at the exact same time, still in his pjs. “You’re problem not mine!” Duncan responds earning a brokenly worded “bite me!” From Travis before going back in the bathroom.

With a shake from his head, he noticed the drawing pad on the table is opened. “Had a bad night?” He asks, looking at the drawing on of the day on there.

“N-not-…. Yeah actually, another nightmare.” Sam answers bluntly, no point in trying to lie when you have chronic nightmares. “Medications aren’t working well either.” He adds, camp uniform already out and put on the table.

“This is… very new, are they just people?” He asks, holding up sam’s drawing pad.

“Uh…. Not really but maybe not. I-it’s complicated.” He stammered, taking the pad back and placing it back in the cabin drawers where it normally rests.

“… it might be the last comic strip I’ll ever post once camp is over.” Sam comments, grabbing his things once Travis is finally out and drying his hair. “Alright, I’m done. Who’s next?” He asks, Sam called dibs before shutting the door.

“Something on your mind Duncan?” Travis asks, after putting his shirt on. “Yeah, just-… I’m worried.” He says, grabbing his things for this week’s activity.

“He’s been getting less and less sleep every night and his drawings get more and more realistic.” He added, shaking his head at the unmade bottom bunk his cousin sleeps in.

“Uh huh, sounds like he might need new medication, I know a good one that helps me sleep well.” He comments, throwing his pj shirt and pants on his own bunk.

“Really?” Duncan asks, deadpanned and arching his brow at his friend. “What? I really did try the medication once. Had one hell of a goodnight sleep!” He exaggerates, snoring fauxly before getting a pillow to the face.

“I’m still not telling you anything about Sam’s new comic strip.”

“Aw c’mon!!” Travis complained, begging and pleading with the other teen about the redhead’s new sketch. “No, travis.” He replied, after the constant pleading from the raven headed boy.

“Why not!!” He whines, slumped on the ground and pouting. “Because it’s Sam’s art, not mine. It’s not my place to say anything.” Duncan reminded.

“If you really want to know, ask Sam. He’s the artist after all.” He adds, just as Sam finished up in the shower. “Ok I’m done, your turn Duncan.” He says, hair still dripping wet. “Nah, I already went-.”

“SAM! Can I please, PLEASE! Know what you drew for your next comic strip, please!!!” Travis interrupts, begging and gripping Sam’s leg like a toddler not wanting their parents to leave them.

“… uh, sure?”

“Wait really?!” He asks, both boys surprised by the artist’s answer.

“Well, yeah. It’s in its concept stage and I do need a second opinion.” Sam answers honestly, folding the towel neatly before sighing at the unmade bed.

“You guys go ahead, I’ll catch up after I deal with my bed.”

To be continued

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As I said Before… I am so, so sorry! I was kind of working on a different version of this story before I-…. I accidentally sent it.

I was supposed to send a different story, I was confused for a bit as to why the story I ‘published’ was not showing up as I intended… turns out I accidentally sent my WIP story instead-!!

Though to be fair lack of sleep can do that to a person and… yeah I definitely needed that sleep and I didn’t listen until that mistake had been made.

… what? I did got sleep! Eventually…