seen from Malaysia
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Orion: *fragging hates the conversation he’s having*
Orion: *glances at the window*
Jazz: Yes, a fall from the window on this floor would absolutely kill you.
Orion: ????
Later In Life
Optimus: *fragging hates the meeting he’s in*
Optimus: *glances at the window*
Jazz: *grabs his arm* No.
Optimus: I’m a Prime now, maybe I could survive it-
Jazz: NO.
Sparkling object permanence isn’t great when they first develop optics instead of basic light sensors, they’re still figuring out that things Exist.
I’m saying sparklings sometimes run into glass doors.
Little B-127: *standing patiently at a glass door waiting to be let in*
Jazz: Imma comin’, Bibo. *sudden devious thought*
Jazz: *mimes opening the door* Okay, B, you can come in now.
Little B-127: *bonks his head on the door*
Jazz: *filming*
Optimus: *manifesting menacingly behind him bc B is crying now*
Later:
Little B-127: *standing patiently at an open door* ((traumatised))
Optimus: ‘No, trust me, Optimus, it was really funny.’ Jazz, if this has permanently stunted his growth, I will toss you out of an airlock-…
Optimus: *mimes opening the door and sticks his hand through the empty air to prove it* Come on in, Littlest One.
Little B-127: *happily toddles through*
The Autobots end up taking refuge in their human ally’s auto repair shop, just trying to politely avoid detection and not knock over anything that looks too important.
While waiting around for their human friend to come back, one autobot (probably Wheeljack) finds a jar of loose metal chips sitting on the counter. Upon scanning it they find that the chips are mostly copper, zinc, a couple silver and a single gold alloy.
Snack food to a Cybertronian.
So they grab a handful and start munching. It’s been a long time since they ate anything that wasn’t bland energon rations. They even pass the jar around the group, to much jubilation because snacks are hard to find in a war.
The human ally comes back to tell the team the coast is clear before spotting the now empty jar.
Human: Did someone else come in and take all of this?!
Autobot: The chips? No, no, that was us. Sorry, it’s just been a really long time since we’ve had copper and zinc to eat, we should have asked first.
And the human just stares at them in horror at the realisation that they just ATE the TIP JAR-
Best versions of Bumblebee are the ones where he’s slightly feral compared to everyone else.
Like, he was raised on ship where everyone was focused more on teaching him trigger etiquette than social etiquette. He has bitten people before to get them to back up. He will bite again.
Most items (and people) on the Ark have B-127’s dentae marks in them just because he considers his mouth a third hand.
His combat style is ‘Random Bullshit Go’, just kick, scratch, bite, and cut off the energon supply to the processor as quickly as you can, no time for style or fancy moves just GO-
And, sure, he has knowledge of proper fighting techniques but his method works just as well if not better, so…
Bee is sort of like Ellie from The Last of Us, born after society pretty much collapsed, so all of the cultural norms from before are alien concepts to him.
The Autobots using Optimus as their personal dictionary/thesaurus as if they don’t have a superpowered ship search engine to ask instead.
Bee: Hey, Boss? What’s that word that means sparkly and show-offy but in a bad way?
Optimus: *not looking up from his desk* Ostentatious.
Bee: *editing Hotrod’s personal file* Thank you~
oO——————————————————————Oo
Arcee: Sir? What’s ‘01010010 01110101 01110011 01110100’ in NeoCybex?
Optimus: Rust.
Arcee: RUST-
oO——————————————————————Oo
Jazz: Yo, OP? What’s a more respectful way of saying someone is ‘mighty fine looking’?
Optimus: You’re pestering Prowl again?
Jazz: Yeup~
Optimus: Pulchritudinous.
Jazz: *texting with his tongue sticking out* How you spell that, bruh…?
More Jazz and Optimus being Besties (and Oppy being a lil mean because I think he deserves it)
Jazz: Why don’t you try seeing things from my perspective for once, Prime?!
Optimus: ….
Optimus: *squats down to eye level*
Jazz: Stand. The frag. Back up. NOW.
Optimus: If you could make your mind up, old friend?
More of Optimus being romantical with Elita
They both deserve it.
I like to think that Oppy is a bit of a cuddlebug the moment they get behind closed doors, almost instantly sitting his aft down somewhere and pulling Elita in just so he can hug her waist and rest his helm on her chest. It doesn’t take much for him to be happy.
He just enjoys switching his processor off around her, listening to her spark hum, feeling the warmth of her plates, her EM field drowning out any concerns he might have, if only temporarily. Elita enjoys not having to be the ‘Indomitable Ferocious Commander’ for a moment, she can be soft again around Optimus. For a little while, she’s just Aerial and he’s just Orion and everything might just be okay.
I also like to think that the only time Optimus gets petulant and grumpy is when Primely duties start calling him away. Half tempted to pull off his comm and toss it across the room so he can get back to his very important work of putting his face almost directly into Elita’s spark chamber.
Megatron thinks that Optimus dreams of sitting atop a throne with hundreds of bots at his beck and call, his power absolute over all others. (Megs projecting HARD)
In reality, Optimus’ greatest fantasy is a quiet night in with Elita, complete with a strong drink, a good movie, a tray of chrome cake all to himself and his head rested in Elita’s lap as she fiddles with his finials.
(Elita’s is to have Optimus fully lie down on top of her. Just dead weight. If she dies under him, she dies. She is prepared to go to the Allspark like that.)
The Autobots trying their best to shield Little Bee from the horrors of war for as long as they could.
B-127 knew about the fighting and he knew that sometimes people left for missions and unfortunately didn’t come back, but the Autobots tried to keep him away from what happened to the people who lived but didn’t make it in one piece.
Jazz once showed up to Bee’s berth-room immediately after Optimus and his troop came back from a mission, stopping Bee from rushing out to greet them and instead asking him if he wanted to hang out and listen to some music with him. And Little Bee wasn’t sure why at the time, but Jazz looked a little shaky on his pedes, his optics tired and his smile not quite right but Bee agreed because Jazz always made great music. So they sat together while Bee wore Jazz’s headphones and coloured.
Bee noticed that Jazz kept glancing at the door, looking like he felt sick before turning back to Bee and smiling.
Bee even asked Jazz how the mission for the others had gone and could see Jazz’s optics welling up behind his visor before he shook it off.
“A few dents and scuffs, but everyone made it back.”
And Bee could feel that Jazz wasn’t telling the whole truth about something but didn’t know how to ask.
At one point, Bee started to get bored and got up to go find Optimus, pulling off the headphones only for Jazz to jump up and clamp them back on. Jazz put himself between Bee and the door and suggested they play a video game instead because Optimus was occupied with his reports and would be super busy until tomorrow. In fact, everyone was going to be busy until tomorrow, lots of important things to do, so it would be best for Bee to just stay in his room instead.
Bee didn’t believe him.
