#megatron mentioned

[gaylittleeldritchhorror]

Cooking up an AU here's a quick meme

[starscreamlubricant]

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In case anyone was asking, I write Transformers fics. This is my most recent crackfic one-shot if you wanna check it out! 

I'm a multishipper so if you see a lot of one ship, that's just my favorite atm :) I take requests in my inbox.

[starshadow8991]

First post of 2026! Megatron and Quietsong left Ultra Magnus not able to agree on how the council was treating the lower class bots, so during the war, Quietsong had been captured by the Autobots. She was used for dark energon experiments, and unfortunately, this was the result. Quietsong is no longer alive, but she can't offline either, leaving her in a constant limbo of pain and isolation due to not being able to touch another person without infecting them with the dark energon. Only Megatron knows of Quietsong's current whereabouts.

[decaffeinated-heads]

Ref ofc⤵️

[rowiewritesstuff]

Hi! I saw some of your work and it is fantastic!! And I like to request a bot reader to be tfp Starscream's long lost twin but the reader is like the opposite of what Starscream to be, different paint job, different personality, etc (kinda like the Shatter glass Starscream) and feel free to add something more if you like. I really hope you can do this but i understand if you don't want to tho

 (This takes place right after the space bridge explosion)

Starscream’s Twin

Instead of the classic silver and red Starscream bore, you were a gorgeous teal. You used to be gold, but you decided to change it up when the war started. You had a sleek form, perfect for being a seeker like your brother. Much to Starscream’s distaste, you chose to be a medic.

 Sadly, when the war started, there was an accident. You were neutral in the war, and a Decepticon decided to harm you. You got separated from your brother, Starscream. 

An Autobot found you and put you on a ship heading off world- unfortunately, said ship was shot down. It landed in the desert on a planet called Earth. Thankfully the ship had enough power to last for millions of years.

You woke up fully repaired when the Decepticons raided the ship. Starscream was the leader of the team investigating the odd signal. When he saw you in a stasis pod, his spark thumped in his chest. His long lost sibling- Lightbuster- was alive. 

“Open this pod! Now!” The screechy mech ordered. The Vehicons did so, and your optics slowly opened. 

“S..sta..rscream?” You spoke slowly. You were ripped out of the pod and brought into his arms. He thought you were dead. For millions of years he swore he’d kill the one who did this- Megatron. 

“How… how did you survive? I thought you were dead!” Starscream looked you over for wounds. The ship did a good job of repairing you.

“I…I was injured. The Autobots found me and after that it’s been a blur. What’s happened? Where are we?” You spoke softly. You were scared of all the Decepticons… but you knew Starscream was a Decepticon from the start of the war.

“You are safe on the planet Earth. It’s crawling with vermin, but don’t worry- you can come back with me. I’ll protect you.”

“...Vermin?” 

“Yes, an insignificant life form. You don’t have to worry, you’ll live on the Nemesis with me. Megatron has perished.” 

Your eyes widened in shock. You asked how, but Starscream shook his head. He ushered you through a groundbridge and you were on the Decepticon warship. He demanded Knockout give you a medical checkup, and after that you'd be allowed to acclimate to your surroundings. 

Finally, after all these years, he’s found you- and he’ll never let Megatron near you again. After all, Megatron’s dead, right?

[starshadow8991]

So I'm definitely late to Inktober but I'm trying to catch up I'll have the 4th, 5th and 6th done tomorrow

Viper showing papa Megs his costume

This one was actually my mom's Idea

Tried to do the bewitched lady but I kept getting frustrated now we have this

[wreck-en-rule-archive]

reuploading: grammar errors- ((Springers Night-terrors))

Springer was laid on his own berth, his chest armor removed so he could lay in more comfort. The green was in a deep recharge all his own, nightmares would often always plague him after his memory being restored. 

Pova…. 

Springer was in a world where the the rain came down in sheets, fear gripped him as a blanket of rubble pinned his legs under masses of weight. The young wrecker shoved and shoved to get himself free, “Don’t go! They’ll be on top of us in seconds! I need you here!” Springer seemed to have screamed at the purple wrecker leader, 

The obvious expression on Impactors face revealed he was less then happy about the situation given at hand, rookie pinned. Cons coming in, the ones Megatron had put together just to spite him. Bastard. “Quit whining, kid. I’m not the one who got us into this mess.” 

Springer whipped his helm around still struggling to pull his legs free quickly pulling his hands up as an impact grenade exploded not to far away from them. Springer quickly cursed. It wasn’t his fault when he was taking cover behind a wall it suddenly decided to collapse thanks to a few rounds of ammo fire and a scared kid behind it trying to bring up his end of the fight. “You think I wanted to get trapped?!”

Impactor simply rolled his optics, several things came to mind. Some being more probable to the next, “Listen. I’m gonna suggest something a little… unconventional.” he sneered, he knew the kid was going to struggle and scream at this one, “I’m going to shoot you. Nothin’ fancy, Just a few rounds through your midsection. Trust me…” 

The out-right fear on the little greens face said enough, ‘oh hell no’ was the first thing that came to mind.

Impactor continued, “…Its the only way I can get a clear shot at Squadron X.” 

Springers frame started to move more frantically struggling to get free like a worm in a birds feet. “You WHAT?! I’ve heard some crazy things in my time, but-” He was not okay with this. NOT OKAY.

“I’m serious. Just engage your circuit dampeners. You wont feel a thing!” The leader insisted already pressing his gun against Springers back plating, enough to send the green mech into an even more panicked frenzy, being pinned, outflanked and outgunned with a commander that wanted to shoot him through his midsection just for a clear shot?! “What circuit dampeners?! I don’t have any circuit dampeners!” Water dripped of the mechs faceplate causing the matrix blue optics to shine even brighter, contrasting a vibrate blue against the pale colors and greens.  the beams of energon blasts flying around them, bad guys were always bad shots. It was expected of them. 

Impactor showed nothing on his face, pressing the weapon up against an area where it would do the least amount of damage, well it was away from Springers spark. If the green mech got past this, would be one hell of a story for later. “I’m sorry, but this just might save both our lives. Come on, kid. Work with me! Say the words!” he tried jesting in some false courage, 

Springer pleaded trying to see the mech behind him, his spark was pounding, in the moment Springer hated this he hated everything. Fear was pumping through his frame. He begged and begged, crying out as loud as he could. “No!” 

     Impactor closed his optics and let out a long sigh, “Wreck and..” he pulled the trigger. A blast of molted hot weapons grade energon mixed with enough power to knock even Megatron on his ass went right through Springers torso like it was butter. The singe of heat Springer felt go through his chest was a painful embrace, he felt every wire it touched burn, snap twist and fly from him. His own armor flung with the metal taking out one of the mechs optics from a distance, several more blasts followed until the green mechs vocal processor caught up with what its frame was feeling, loud unbarring screams came from Springers throat the mechs face was twisted up in obvious pain. “…Rule-” The last words before Springers frame slumped forward and his helm hit the rubble holding his legs in place,

—

Springer flung himself awake sitting up in his berth. his hands going over his chest. Panting like a worked horse gently tapping his chest for any wounds. he felt the smoothed over metal where the patch was but no paint. An obvious reminder of what had happened. He looked around in a panicked manor, he was in his chambers. No cons, no wreckers. No Impactor- just him.. his legs draped over the edge and his hands held the greens helm. He needed to go talk to some body-