#dbw

[bottomlessp1t]

I missed drawing kamski wiv baby connor

[ooftheartist]

Just wanted to ask; how would the autobots/Terrans and maltos react to seeing bee alive in ur dead bot walking au?

Idk in earthspark I've always liked bee having a parent figure, most times op or Megatron, so I imagine they'll be really upset realizing bee was alive the whole time and didn't contact them at all

(also is this breakbee?)

Really love your au btw, it seem like an awesome story

Ofc!

*Slight upcoming fic spoilers*

The first Bot to find out Bee was alive was Optimus. Upon seeing him he froze, his processor racing, trying to make it make sense. Bee was quick to turn and run, acting purely on instinct. Optimus's attempt to call out to him would be for nothing and so would the chase that followed. Escape, canvasing, hiding, these are all things Bee excels at as a scout. He wouldn't be found again so easily.

Optimus, among all the others, would be shocked. Confused and upset but unbelievably relieved. Almost in disbelief that it could be true, thinking it was to good to be so. Why would Bee run from them? Why would he hide from them if he was alive all this time? All questions they had, all questions they wouldn't get answered.

Optimus, Elita One and Arcee, The Maltos and The Terrans stuck with their thoughts, no trail to follow. They had become too consumed in the "How" and "Why" to move forward, to make a plan.

...But not Megatron. While he held all the same questions, unlike the others stopped in their tracks he was determined to locate the scout and get the answers. Determined to bring him home. Megatron isn't good with comfort and...feelings, but he does know how to take action. He knew Bumblebee wouldn't be easy to find, Bee had caused him enough trouble in the war to know that for a fact. Given some time, the others would join him in his search to bring their scout home.

And yes!! This is BreakBee :3 Though once the fic releases even if you don't ship them it's still readable! While there is BreakBee It won't be the main focus of the story.

Bonus Doodle I did a while back because I've been so busy with work ;w;

[jedimordsith]

I think this is the last unpublished bit that got cut from DBW. Very long and obvs NSFW.

“Mara?” Her hair slid like silk through his fingers, until he hit a tangle. She made a soft sound at the unintentional tug and he gently worked his fingers through it, smoothing it out before repeating the movement. “Mara? Do you want to take a shower?”

She mumbled something unintelligible and dismayed into his shoulder. Luke smiled indulgently, his eyes sliding along the line of her body. Flushed and soft in the aftermath of their play, she pressed against him as closely as possible. Alluring as it was, he knew she couldn’t be entirely comfortable with so much of her sticky from their combined fluids.

“Say it again?” he asked, dropped his head to hear better.

“Walking,” she reluctantly lifted her head away from his shoulder enough to be heard. “Problem.”

He resisted the urge to laugh at her grumpy matter-of-factness. “I see.” He rolled her over, stroking a hand down her body in possessive approval as he kissed her thoroughly. Mara hummed, her eyes unfocused and her cheeks flushed when he pulled away. “I’ll run us a bath.”

She whimpered when he slid out of bed, curling into the warmth of the sheets where he’d just been. Watching her made him feel full and content. Every doubt and discomfort of what they’d done vanished in the wake of this feeling. This visual of Mara, safe and sleepy in his bed.

In the fresher, he dialed the lights to half illumination and started the water in the tub. He didn’t use it much – it still felt like an unjustifiably decadent use of water most of the time. But not tonight. Opening a rarely-used cabinet he found bath salts – a gift set that had been there when he first got the apartment. He cracked them open. After a precautionary sniff, he added a liberal amount to the tub and swirled them so they dissolved. Evaluating the room, he decided it was missing something. He called up music – something soft and classical that he thought Mara would like.

Satisfied with the water’s depth, he wandered back to the bedroom.

Mara lay with her face buried in his pillow, her knees drawn up to her chest. It was how she always lay when he wasn’t with her, he’d noticed. He didn’t like it, though his mind steadfastly resisted thinking too hard about why. Pushing the blankets away from her, he scooped one arm under her shoulders and the other under her knees and lifted her. Mara wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging, and his heart warmed at her silent want for him.  

Stepping carefully into the tub, Luke lowered them both. The water was hot, but not uncomfortably so, and Luke relaxed into it, letting it soak through him. Mara was limp as a rag doll as he tucked her between his legs and leaned back, letting her rest against his chest. She said nothing when he gathered her hair and clumsily twisted it into a bun atop her head, out of the water. She lay pliant and staring blankly into nothingness as he stroked her, scooping up handfuls of water and letting them run over her shoulders, the water runneling down her chest and arms. For a while, Luke let her drift. He’d pushed hard, just like she’d wanted him to, and it wasn’t a surprise that their play had exhausted her.

Eventually, however, niggling worry crept in. The reheaters kicked on to maintain the water’s temperature and still Mara had said nothing. Hadn’t moved.

“Mara? Are you all right?”

“Hm?”

The sound was utterly absent, and Luke suspected she didn’t actually know what he’d said. His concern climbed. “Sweetheart? Is something wrong?”

“I wasn’t good.”

The words were detached, barely a whisper -- like they weren’t hers at all. He got the disconcerting impression that she didn’t know she’d said them. That she wasn’t there. Real anxiety stabbed him, now.

“What?” He half sat-up, lifting his knees to brace her as he turned her so he could see her face. Her eyes didn’t focus on him – they stayed blank and far away. “Mara?”

“Hm?”

Cold balled in Luke’s gut. This wasn’t right. Had he done something wrong? Had he hurt her? She’d wanted her boundaries pushed, but if she hadn’t really been ready --.

“Sweetheart,” he asked, slow and intent, the way he would if she’d been injured in battle and was non-responsive like this, “what wasn’t good? What -- ” his eyes darted over her body then back to her face, swallowing hard, “tell me what’s wrong.”

“What?” Mara blinked, like waking up. Her posture shifted, her knees coming up, her shoulders hunching as she blinked at him again, confused and disoriented. “What?”

Luke felt as if he were holding his breath, anxiety and hope held suspended in equal measure between his ribs. “I asked if you’re alright,” he said, watching her carefully. “If anything hurts.” If I hurt you. Please, please tell me I didn’t hurt you.

Mara’s eyes found his, tiny wrinkles between her eyebrows as her brow furrowed in her attempt to process his words. And then, just like that, her expression cleared. Her shoulders dropped and she leaned into him, her head nestling against his shoulder, one hand lifting to squeeze his knee.

“Just my pride.” She smiled at him, that small, sweet, vulnerable smile she only ever got after he’d wiped out her usual defenses and left her worked over and wearily happy. “Zoning out on you -- bad for my image, right? I just – you -- it went straight to my head.”

The anxiety unspooled, fierce protectiveness rushing in to fill the space it vacated in his chest. He snuggled her a little closer against him, cupped her cheek with a hand and pressed relieved, grateful kisses to the damp hair over her forehead.

“Are you eating?” It was the first question that came to mind. She’d never been good at taking care of herself, he knew that.

Mara ducked her head into his hand, pressing a rueful kiss to his wrist. “Here and there.” She lifted a shoulder in a half-shrug. “I get busy…”

Luke berated himself for not thinking of this possibility sooner. All-encompassing as his current situation could be, he wasn’t the only one in the galaxy under stress. With as hard as Mara worked herself, to come here and play at what they did together – it was no wonder if her body struggled to cope sometimes. She wasn’t hurt – she wasn’t. Just hungry – blood sugar crash, probably. He could fix it – he could take care of her. She needed him to.

Tipping her head back, he kissed her tenderly. “Come on, that’s enough soaking for now. I’m going to find blankets and a snack.”

“You don’t have to --” she started to protest, half-heartedly.

“You’re going to eat,” he ordered, firmly, catching her gaze and holding it.

Interest sparked, and her lips twitched toward a flirtatious smile. “Are you going to feed me?” she asked, coyly. Her eyes flicked to his mouth and back. “Something I can lick off your fingers, maybe?” She ran her tongue along her bottom lip. “I’d like to.”

Luke chuckled, stealing one more kiss before he got around to business of standing and getting her bundled onto his sofa in a nest of the softest blankets he could find. “You can’t be that needy,” he teased.

Her body went soft – not limp, this time, but melty like it always did when he used that word – and fresh, happy energy flooded through him. They still had time. Time for him to take care of her before he had to let her go again. He wasn’t going to waste a second of it.

[pallideinanis]

Just uh

gonna place this HERE

[wherepoetswentodie]

it’s the dirty bean water anon :) your fic was so dope, i fully loved it. different topic, i know there are a few fics similar to it already, but,,, enemies to friends to lovers in an au where kevin and connor are always in the same audition, for the same part and if one of them gets cast, the other is usually the standby. i just,,, i have been starved of this content and i need someone else to share this with.

Dirty bean water anon I don’t think you realise what you do to me when you send me these things because now I want to write it!! And maybe I will because I’m thinking like....Kevin gets cast as the standby and it stresses him out because he’s ALWAYS THE BEST and sudden this little ginger prick is the best and he can’t stand him.....but then he watches the show and is like...oh maybe I love him and maybe I should write this

((Also, thank you!!))

[amkretov]

Tm 2/2 111 der DBW (DSF Bubikon Wolfhausen) zwischen Bubikon und Wolfhausen, Schweiz

Am 10. Dezember 2017 fand der alljährliche Weihnachtsmarkt im Ritterhaus statt, zu diesem Anlass fuhr auch wieder die Wolfhuuser - Bahn, Premiere das erste mal mit Schnee.

Baureihe: Tm 2/2 Autor: Michel Huber Aufnahmedatum: 10.12.2017 14:22

[ooftheartist]

crashing out over ur earthspark au like i came across the Cybaby animatic (?) and i am giggling kicking my feet keep slaying

Omg ty 😸

These asks be motivating me to keep writing :D

[ooftheartist]

Dead Bot Walking TFES Au, Chapter 1.

This is for anyone who's followed my page for this AU that I stopped posting about- I fell out of the fandom a little bit but I may be coming back...

Anyways this has been sitting in my google docs for Months and months because It's short and I originally wanted to publish two chapters at once but never got around to writing the second one- So here it is!! DBW Chapter 1.

Also disclaimer- sorry to any Shockwave fans out there, he's set to be the bad guy in this :,) For no particular reason, i just needed a character to use!!! I love him in this version of Transformers so no hate.

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Suddenly, the world froze.

every bot on the battlefield turned their heads when the sickening sound of metal on metal echoed throughout the arena.

But it wasn't just the clang of metal, no…it was much more than that.

It was the choking that followed.

The sheer amount of Energon that spilled from the small bot.

the scraping and screaming as the blade was slowly pulled from the other's abdomen.

A Decepticon bystander, backing away from the previous battle now coming to an unnerving silence, widened his optics as he witnessed the bot gag and fall to his knees.

The Decepticon’s mouth fell slack and within seconds, he was beside the fallen soldier.

The battle resumed around them, and the shouts from the Autobots went unnoticed.

“No…No no no-” He wrapped one arm around the bot’s side and his other cupped the back of his helm. “Hey-” He said, pulling the fallen one closer to him. “Bee? Hey look at me you-” He panned to the gaping hole in the other’s center. Energon pooled beneath the two, it soaked his knees.

His vision snapped back into focus when he felt cool digits graze his faceplates.

“Break…Down—” The lower bot's voice was cracking and raspy. His Optics were wide and filled with shock.

“It’s me, Bee, I’m- I’m here hey-” Breakdown Stuttered. “You- You’re–” 

“Yeah…” The yellow bot underneath him coughed lightly, Energon bubbling up from his chest and out his intake.

His Optics flickered, his spark threatening to give in.

“I Know.” Bee’s hand laid flat against Breakdown's face. “This- This is it...” He sucked in a breath as his engine slowed.

Breakdown's teeth were pressed together so tightly he was sure they would crack. His eyes darted from the gaping hole in his best friend's chest and back to his face.

He knew he was right but-

He didn’t want to believe it.

Eons of war, and they always seemed to find their way back to each other.

After so long, the thought that something could happen to either of them like this became distant.

It was like Bee was invincible, sometimes.

Too good at what he does to get hurt so fatally.

Scrapes and dents sure, but this…

Bee fought to display a pained smile, although it quickly faltered. The look on Breakdown's face, the pain and sorrow…It sent a surge of pain through his spark. At least, he thinks that’s what it was.

He wasn’t ready to die.

There were so many things he’d allowed to go unsaid.

To the auto bots- His friends. To the Maltos, his family.

To Breakdown, His… His Best Friend.

His world.

Breakdown listened closely to the humming in Bee’s chest as it began to fade.

“You have to- just hold on, just hold on a little longer I- I can find help!” Breakdown began to panic. He could feel the vibrations as the moving parts within Bee slowed to a stop.

A small sound exited the scout's mouth, almost as if saying no.

Bee’s sevro began to slide from Breakdown's face.

“No…” Breakdown took hold of his arm. “No- Bee?” Yellow paint flaked off onto his hand as the other’s arm fell slack by his side.

He watched the blue light in Bumblebee’s eyes flicker and go dark.

His breathing quickened and hitched, he paused for a moment, then lowered his lax body onto the ground.

His hands hovered helplessly over Bee’s body before locking into tight fists.

The pain and grief-stricken look on his face began to twist, his eyes narrowing and pooling with anger.

His helm slowly lifted, optics tearing themselves away from the smaller bot’s body below him.

Shockwave.

He had moved so quickly, locked into battle with Bumblebee. He had forced his weaponized arm through Bee’s abdomen. And he had been so quick to move on to the next opponent.

He hadn’t even noticed the pain he had caused.

Breakdown slowly came to his feet. Legs shaking for a moment, almost struggling to find balance.

Shockwave now stood among the others, shooting at the enemy.

Their enemy.

He watched the Autobots try to push forward, and he watched them fail.

“BUMBLEBEE!” Their fearless leader shouted with an attempt at running toward his son, only to be stopped by a hand dragging him back by his arm.

Megatron.

“PRIME!” He struggled to keep hold of his partner. “OPTIMUS HE’S GONE” 

“NO!” Optimus retaliated. Optics torn wide open, teeth bared as he shouted.

“WE NEED TO GO!” Megatron insisted, Pain sewn into his own face.

Elita and Arcee provided cover fire, but the Decepticons pushed forward relentlessly. They gained confidence as one of the Autobots had fallen, it had been so long since the Autobots lost one of their own. It put manic smiles to some of their faceplates.

“Optimus!” Elita shouted from across the field, taking cover behind a boulder.

His optics darted to her.

She closed her mouth into a tight line and shook her head.

Megatron was right.

Bee was gone.

Optimus’s frame went slack. The second he stopped resisting, Megatron took him by the waist and transformed, leaving Optimus in his holding bay as he and the other Autobots fled the scene.