#g1 brawn

[astronaut-paradise]

I always thought Bee being shorter than even other mini autobots was fun. Little guy

[transformers-sans-context]

STRRRRRRRRIKE THREE YOU'RE OUT

[mossyscavern]

Fifth promise, kept forever

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“Bee, you really need to stop chewing on that key.”

Brawn says, walking up beside bumblebee. “I-I can’t help it, I’m nervous, scared.. cautious… I dunno, my spark is swirling like crazy ever since the space bridge.” Bee admits, fiddling with the object.

“Did you talk with Optimus about it?”

“I did, yeah… he called rung for a session next astral week.” Bumblebee told him, subconsciously chewing on the key before getting it snatched away. “Hey!”

“Kid, you keep chewing on the thing you’ll give it dents!” Brawn warns waving the key around. “Brawn-.” Bee tries to say, trying to take the key back.

“I mean it bee, this habit stops now! I mean it-. Stop trying to grab it!”

“Give it back then!” Bee shouts, trying to get it out of brawn’s servos. “I’m making a point here- will you cut that out!”

“Do that after giving my key back!” Bumblebee interjects, still grabbing and missing the key.

What’s your problem? It’s just a stupid key.” Brawn heralds, keeping the key out of reach, bumblebee just… snapped. “ITS ALL I HAVE LEFT OF MY CARETAKER!”

Brawn stops and stares, noting the coolant threatening to slip from bumblebee’s optics. “… bud i-.” Bumblebee snatched the key away, holding it close to his chassis as he ran off.

And brawn. Looked. Everywhere.

He checked the med bay, the autobot hampers, teletran area.. even ask some of the autobots if they’ve seen bumblebee. No one did, not even spike.

Brawn thought of the worst when he couldn’t find bee. thinking bee might’ve gone out to scout, brawn volunteered to go out and scout the outer areas more.

It took some time… (and a couple of turns) but, he found bumblebee sitting outside near a cliff where the ocean meets the sand… chewing on that key like a lifeline.

Brawn cringed at how stressed bee is, he knows how curled up bumblebee gets when stressed… and he made it worse.

“… bumblebee, I-.” Brawn hesitates, contemplating whether bee is actually ready to talk with him or not… considering the fact that brawn himself can hold grudges.. he can’t keep guilt either.

Not when the normally happy, hardworking, go lucky, sunflowering, best friend of a bot… is not as happy right now. “… I’m sorry-.”

“No I’m-… I should apologise, I acted out when you’re trying to help.” Bumblebee replied, keeping the key against his chassis.

“… no, If anybody is apologising it should be me, I was a jerk. Took away your sense of comfort, I overstepped boundaries I shouldn’t.” Brawn explains, sitting next to bumblebee. “Yeah but… I yelled-.”

“Boy! You ain’t getting guilty because of a thing I instigated first, take the apology.” Bumblebee laughed a bit, uncurling himself. “And what if I don’t?” Brawn gave him a look.

“Ok, ok. I accept your apology.” Bumblebee replies. Brawn shook his helm with amusement.

“Aight, now as I was saying, it’s a bad habit-… can I have that for a sec.” Brawn asks, this time, bumblebee hesitated… but passed it anyways.

“Point is, it’s a bad habit, not only will it mess up your denta, but it can also damage-.” Brawn stops mid sentence, looking the key over more than once.

“… did you get it fixed recently?” Brawn asks once more, pointing to it. “No, I didn’t really get it fixed… why?” Bumblebee wonders, tilting his helm.

“You serio-….?! This is damn good material for something so tiny.” He told bee, passing it back. “It’s not that special-.” Bumblebee was about to say before getting cut off.

“Listen kid, it has been some time since we’ve been off cybertron and that.” Brawn point to the key. “Doesn’t even look like time had passed on that thing.” Bumblebee looked at it closely, brawn was right.

Bumblebee’s dental marks would’ve been presented on it with how often he’s been biting on it, to top it off it hadn’t even changed its colour either. “Huh, I never noticed.” Bumblebee said out loud.

“The material on the key is unknown, but it’s strong enough to withstand any damage.” A voice in bee’s helm echoed. It’s not Kup’s voice… it’s someone else.

“That way when your denta is hardened over time while you’re teething, it’ll never wear and tear, even when fully hardened… I shouldn’t encourage it but… not even I can stop you.”

“Bee!” Brawn shouts in his audial, causing bumblebee to flinch and cover over his helm. “You ok? You kind of spaced out over there.”

“Sorry brawn. “Bumblebee apologises. “I was just… remembering.”

“Again? What’s it about?” He asks, genuinely curious. “My caretaker… he knew the consequences of me taking up a bad habit, but I was teething so... I guess I didn’t really listen.” Bumblebee shrugs, thanking brawn for passing it back.

“Hey, there’s something written there, right there.” Brawn said, pointing at the handle of the key. Bumblebee looks and as brawn had said, it does look like something is written here, except…

“You’re right! But….” Bumblebee trails off, staring at the faded lettering presented on the key. “… most of it’s been worn away.” Bee finished, trying to spell out the word. “Heh, of all the damage.. all it had gotten was faded letters.”

“… it says… res.. pow.. en gon… respow engon!” Bumblebee says with a smile, brawn snorts, covering his intake and faceplate. “What…? What’s the matter?”

“N-nothing just-.. don’t change bee. Don’t ever change.” The bot told him, patting him on the back.

“You’re too precious for this world, bee.”

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Finally! It’s done!

Phew, man the amount of times I had to switch out autobots is not funny. I’ve started with ratchet then switched to blaster.. before switching back to ratchet, then switched to Perceptor and then switched it to brawn, that’s a lot of times I’ve switched characters.

Anyways this bit sort of happened… after they rescued gears and got his personality back? I dunno I didn’t really watch the g1 show in order.

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[orangelemoncandies]

🍊🧼Smelly🧼🍊

Brawn x Reader (Non-Gender Specific) (Drabble)

Rating: 16+ (Domestic, Fluff, ASMR-ish) TW: Language.

(Ah, nothing like getting pampered after wallering in the dirt outside, hm? Well, don't worry, Brawn's gonna take very good care of you.)

(This would have came out months sooner if I didn't keep getting distracted by the music on the post. It's absolutely wonderful, did you know there's like 4 or 5 different key changes in there? Like a fun little roller coaster, it's very distracting.)

"Are ya' comfortable, small fry?" Brawn's coarse voice echoes around the room, bouncing off the dull metal walls, his vocals encapsulating the sound of the water slowly pouring into the large, makeshift tub (Ahem.. Cybertronian sink.) with you. You feel the surface of the water beneath the palms of your hands, softly raking them across the silky-smooth ripples before you submerge yourself further into the steamy pool. You glance up at him, your head just barely peeking out above the tall mountains of bubbles, before you give him a soft nod, earning a hearty chuckle from the usually gruff mech. "My, my, you're really built for this sort of thing, ain't cha'? Made specifically to be spoiled. If I didn't know any better, I'd say ya' got all dusty outside on purpose.." He shoots you a small, knowing glance as he carefully lays each tool he'll need out on the counter before him. What does he have in store for you, you wonder?

You slowly wander over to the sink's edge to try to sneak a peek around his hands, but they're kind of large and hard to see around... This is the one instance where you'd say that's a bad thing. What do we have here.. You kick your legs about happily, causing you to bob ever so slightly in the water's waves as you admire the array of neat doohickeys lined in a row. There's what seems to be one of those dog-washing foaming squirt bottle things.. to be completely fair, you've always thought they looked like they'd feel really good. Then there's a rubber brush, something you've seen out and almost impulsively bought but talked yourself out of it the last second. You're especially excited for that one! And is that a small candle? It looks to be your favorite scent, you'd recognize that waxy gleam anywhere. And last, but not least, a small wine glass and a pitcher of ice cold water with some lovely fruits and berries settled within. Mmm.. you bet that'll feel smooth going down once you get all warmed up.

"Nuh uh uh." You gaze up at him curiously. "That's for later." He says with a wink before he gives the soapy foaming squirt bottle thingy a slight squeeze, shooting it out into the water with you as a warning shot.. It wasn't very foamy yet, he must be washing it first. You sigh defeatedly and meander over to the giant faucet, allowing water to pour over your head, unknowingly splashing it everywhere in the process. He swiftly shuts off the stream, but not before you accidentally topple over a few of your bubbly towers in your unknown wake of destruction. Your eyes hesitantly blink open, Where'd my water go? You furrow your brows and look up at the source. Brawn chuckles at your frustration as he reaches within himself and throws in a few bath toys in with you, probably to keep you out of trouble.. or perhaps he just genuinely forgot they were in there until now. (Doubtful.) Oooh, look! Rubber ducks and other colorful, rubber aquatic critters like otters, turtles, starfish, fishies, and sea horses bobble around the flowing, weaving water almost as if they're dancing... It's kind of hypnotizing with all the pretty bubbles encircling them, it's very distracting, to say least.. so you suppose his tactic worked.

"Ya' were gettin' it everywhere, sweetspark!" He explains with a chuckle as you grab a toy of your choice and squeeze it, then hold onto it determinedly, you've decided that it's your buddy for the rest of the bath. It seems some instincts from childhood never quite leave you, huh? Ooh.. that makes sense. I guess I probably made that mess all around the tabletop, then. You glance around at the soaking wet metal before shrugging it off and continuing to wander about the giant bath for fulfilling adventures as you await for the bathing to actually begin. It's not like it's hard to clean up water from plain ol' metal, anyway. "Not to mention, I think that's more than enough water, hun. You're gonna drain our tanks if ya' keep goin'!" He teases as he prepares the squirt bottle by pouring some of your favorite soap into it, you watch as it goopily dribbles along the sides of the container, then drips onto the bottom like some kind of syrup. Then he gracefully dips it into the bath to get some water in there, you can't have a proper squirt without water, can you? It'd probably be too thick, you'd imagine.

As he gives it a slight shake, you splash your hands in the water in protest, you wanted more water! His optics dart your way, and he cracks a small smirk at your pouty face before he focuses back on the object in hand. "You'll live, won't cha'? I'm about to bathe ya', how am I gonna bathe ya' with all that water in there? It'll overflow, lovely." He mumbles as he fiddles with settings on the nozzle's end, you huff in annoyance and turn around pissily, however, in your heart you know he's right. As you wait semi-impatiently for your personal pampering party to finally start, you begin to pop bubbles here and there from the treasure trove of bubbly masses formed all around you. One by one, 'Pop, pop, pop!'

Suddenly, you feel his servos wrap around your currently silky smooth hair, carefully detangling it, one small clump of strands at a time. You sigh and lax into his touch, you even tilt your head back a bit so he can get in there even deeper. "Thank ya', sweetness." He praises as he continues to detangle your hair with ease... you would imagine such a large being (Especially considering his destructive nature.) wouldn't be capable of accomplishing such a delicate task, yet it seems he's quite the natural at it. "It's not too bad.. I expected it to be much worse..." He admits absentmindedly, you feel his hands fall from your scalp and reach over to grab something, leaving with a 'Brawn shaped hole' in your chest. Luckily for you, before you know it, long streams of soapy suds is cascaded onto your once flowing, now wet and flat locks. He makes sure to thoroughly douse you, even bothering to lift your hair up the best he can to spray underneath to reach the rest of your scalp. Something you absolutely love about Brawn is that he's all about the details!

Then, with a 'Thunk!' of the spray bottle being sat onto the counter, he begins to very softly knead and massage your hair and scalp with his digits, first in circular motions, slowly lathering the suds into it, then small, quicker, back and forth motions to really get in there. "Ya' ready?" He queries, you lift your head up and glance at what he's holding now, the rubber brush you were 'oh so excited' about earlier. You spring to life and happily bounce and bob in the water, showing him you're more than enthusiastic about this one. He laughs at you, you're such a cutie, he just loves you to bits! "Alright, alright! Here ya' go.." He gently rakes it across your hair in a single, long swipe.. He's not quite sure how to use this one, but he assumes he can just do the same motions as his usual lathering and it'll probably feel nice? Back and forth, back and forth, he slowly pushes it into your hair, making contact with your scalp below. He gently eases it along the follicles to clean deep and thorough.

The foamy sound of tiny bubbles popping in your sudsy locks is one you never expected to be satisfying, however, you are pleasantly shocked that it certainly is! You tilt your head back, this must be heaven, right? Hm.. that ones good... He thinks before he switches it up and begins to move it in circular motions, small and precise, making sure to hit every spot he hadn't. It's all so perfect, you can't decide which you like more! The usually heavy-handed bot is so delicate with you, it brings a smile to your face. You wonder how focused he has to be to do such a thing? "Primus, ya' really like this, huh?" He teases as he throws the brush aside and grabs a plastic cup from somewhere hidden, hidden specifically so he can do.. this! He swiftly dunks it into the soapy water behind you, then splatters it all onto your head. You gasp dramatically before you slink into the water and reemerge, no longer soapy, and gaze up at him, your brows furrowed grumpily. Look at him, laughing his ass off at you. He covers his mouth and looks away to regain his composure. "Sorry, I couldn't resist... Snrk!-" As he still struggles to quiet himself, he gently grabs the wine glass from earlier and pours some of that refreshing looking fruit-infused water into it and hands it to you. You huff as you take it from him and quickly take a long, dramatic sip and look away... Hmph, it's really good.. You suppose you can forgive him... this time.

"Alright, you've convinced me.." You glance his way and watch attentively as he reaches into his chassis. "I was gonna save this until the end.. buuut!" Brawn whips out something wrapped in foil, you're curious, what could this be? You squint and wander over towards him to try to see. He slowly unwraps it, revealing some lovely marshmallows, all melty and gooey from being within his warm form. You gasp loudly and quickly make your way to the snack as he gently lays it onto the counter before you. "Aww, Baby! You didn't have to! The bath was more than enough!" You exclaim all the while you reach over to poke your finger into the sticky mixture, only to freeze as he carefully lays some small graham crackers along the sides for you to dip into it. "I know.. but I also know you really love when I spoil ya' and ya' more than deserve it... So I thought I'd make it special." He admits nervously, you stare at the beautiful snack for a moment before you look back up at him. "I love you, you know that, right?" He giggles flusteredly at your words before he kicks one of his feet and sighs deeply. "Yeah, I know... I love ya' too, babe. Never forget that."

[pocoslip]

Brawn did carry Perceptor before But Now its the Twink Scientist's Turn

(I don't know where I could store Perceptor's Gun so I plugged them on his Shoulder)

[tiny-tf-faces]

[n513]

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[catcake24]

I’ve had this specific au of G1 Perceptor rattling around in my brain for awhile now… it’s kind of a reverse IDW Perceptor in a way.

Basically, you know how Perceptor often as a semi-offical tank mode alongside his Microscope mode? Well, I thought if I took that to its logical extreme - Perceptor was a warframe, and was on the Decepticon side of the domestic/military conflict, until being reformatted into a microscope.

Okay so:

Perceptor would start out as a tank, created on the Decepticon side. In fact, his alt mode was specifically made to convert light into super powered lasers to cut through enemy lines and decimate buildings. He was their best sharpshooter too, able to hit a target from miles away with his aiming reticle. He quickly fell in with the typical decepticon mindset of being cold and tactical, never taking pleasure in war but not bothered by it.

That is, until he discovered something he truly loved - learning and science. It started with just some field manuals on fixing equipment, but soon he was grabbing any datapads and information he could find, even preserving information he was told to destroy to learn more. Through these studies, the more he understood science, the less he wanted to hurt others. And his growing knowledge also fuelled his disillusionment.

Why were they fighting, if there would be enough Energon left if they stopped? Why did they need to conquer and colonize living worlds?

One day, when a mission goes wrong, he’s left for dead by his comrades who saw him as weak. He was rescued by an Autobot medic team, who took him in to heal him.

After that, he defected to the Autobots, and was eventually reformmated to have a Microscope alt mode instead of his laser tank. He learns to be himself and not the version of him the Decepticons wanted, being genuinely excited and talking nonstop about science and the world around them.

He goes from serious sniper warrior to quirky and loveable scientist.

And many don’t know his former status, and he’d like to keep it that way, even if it meant bots like brawn ridiculing him for not being a warrior. He might be rusty, but he can defend himself.

In this AU, I imagine the episode Microbots would play out similarly just with Perceptor reciprocating the conflict with Brawn more than before, wanting nothing more than to never have to fight on the front lines again. If Brawn ever found out, he would be baffled why Perceptor ever decided to give up a tough TANK for a wimpy microscope.

Anyways thats the basic idea so thanks for reading my nonsense byeeeeee