#octane

[aleciosun]

Thinking about what if sandstorm and octane were on earthspark.

[pi-slices]

Ridges.

[spearxwind]

>> ENFORCER SQUADRON <<

Quick refs for everyone because they needed them!!!

[siberat]

Sweet Treats

Octane is trying to impress/pick up femmes/mechs, and is using the lure of sweet desserts to help. ‘what do you think? Think this would work? Would that spread of pies, ice cream, cake and donuts work? or does that devious grin spoil all chances?

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played around with the transformers animated style, but wanted to hint at his g1 style as well. Octane is a long time fav of mine that I haven’t done much of.

hope you all enjoy!

[teiahnex]

☀️🌴 Summer babes 🏖️🍹

[mordhiobhail]

sandtane

[dangiuz]

Know your Limits, by Dangiuz.

[revelboo]

This will probably be lost in all of your other asks but I love your writing! I’ve been reading quite a bit of your stories and you write for so many characters, it’s like you have something for everyone lol!

One I don’t think I’ve seen though is Octane, how do we feel about him?

He needs some attention

Soft

Octane x Reader

• Optics narrowing as he vents raggedly and stares at the other Decepticon clutching his caretaker to his chassis after mass shifting, Octane rumbles a warning as his wings flare. And he’s not even sure why he expected anything else from a primitive organic, but it still stings. Even if he hadn’t actually wanted a human to begin with, having them abandon him just because he was a few joors late is infuriating. How long had you waited? Was it even a breem before you’d dragged someone else into his stall? Lifting his upper lip to flash denta at the sweaty human that had come running with the guards after he’d started yelling, the man is waving at Spinister. “It’s just a misunderstanding- that’s not your caretaker. They were just so distraught when they thought you weren’t coming that they went back to the dorms,” the man babbles nervously. “These two were just fooling around in the first empty stall they found. Disgraceful, shameful business.”

• It feels like being back in grade school as you write your name in sharpie on a sticker and put it on your shirt. Shifting in the uncomfortable metal chair, this job is a far cry from your last one as a diesel mechanic, but you’d been fascinated with the aliens. Had seized the opportunity to learn more about them. Living machines. Opening the little spiral bound notebook with its very questionable looking logo and the acronym S.P.I.K.E. on the front that they’d given you, your head lifts when a couple of guards are coming in, looking around, then heading straight for you. ‘You’re a caretaker, right?’ One demands and you hesitate. “Well, caretaker in training,” you say. Though that’s not actually even started, yet.

• Clearing his vents as he eyes the human the other Decepticon is cupping to his chassis, some of his tension at the slight of being replaced so easily ebbs. Because that’s not his human. Just some deviant trying to frag a mech where anyone might walk in like he had. Head turning at the sound of running feet, two more humans are pulling a third behind them and you stagger slightly when you’re pushed his way. “See? There’s your caretaker,” the sweaty human says, gesturing as you smile weakly.

• “Hello, sir! Sorry about the misunderstanding,” you call out nervously, the two guards filling you in as they dragged you through the base. And you glance at the problem. This Octane guy’s actual caretaker being held by a different mech. So you’d gotten snatched as the sacrificial lamb to keep this mech from throwing a tantrum. Which you understand completely as you take in how big he is compared to the other mech. What does this guy even transform into? You see wings, but you also see wheels as he shifts slightly to scowl down at you. “Would you like your bath now? Some energon?”

• You don’t look like you’ve been grieving over him not showing up to let you court him. Just breathing raggedly and smiling weakly up at him. Not even dressed in the same coverings as the other caretakers he’s seen. Optics narrowing, he glances from the other human in that Spinister’s hands to you. Sensing something is off. Always been good at knowing a lie when he hears one, but then it’s hard to lie to a liar. “What’s my name?” He growls, looming over you and you’re still smiling even if it looks slightly manic. ‘Octane,’ you say, meeting his optics and he bends, grabbing you and walking away. “I want fresh soap and energon,” he snarls over his shoulder as he finds a new stall and you cling to his servos. May not actually want a human, but definitely doesn’t want anyone else to steal what’s his.

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