#rid fracture

[deepfriedhopesanddreams]

Steeljaw's pack cookies

[asimp4bee]

So I was wondering if you can still do drawing request? if so, I was wondering if you could draw Fracture from TFRID15, he's my fav con and he's I would say underrated. its okay if you don't want to. :)

I like how the ‘Cons look in RiD15, their designs are so gooooodd

[sibilans]

do they interact in canon? no. should have they? yes. case in point ^^ also read my business dads fic

sketch under cut

[ahlss]

I'm 100% convinced, based on the attitude, physique and occupation(and just in general), that Fracture is Starscream and Knockouts child.

I love him sm and he needs more hype lowkey. Fracture also commands two minions who, based off the episode they are in, seem almost like family. They seem to really care if their master is hurt but in a genuine way not a if he is hurt ill be out of a job way.

Oh and he turns into a sick ass motorcycle

[sabinovaxxangelxx]

Fracture and Drift as humans.

[driver270]

Ready for deployment.

[anony-man]

Two very good requests for Fracture here, so I went ahead and combined them. Enjoy!

Chubformers drabble #141!

Characters: Fracture & Drift (RiD)

Word count: 1.1k

When did the hunter ever become the hunted, exactly? Never… except for this once, and as he would have expected, Fracture hated every second. For a mech whose specialties often, if not always, lied in his ability to outsmart the smartest and turn the situation over into his favor, this particular predicament was pretty embarrassing.

Fracture was smart, but so was Drift. He was skilled, and he was cunning, but then again, so was Drift. Falling for his own well-laid traps hadn’t been at the top of his list of expectations or wants in any capacity, but when in the heat of the battle against your self-appointed sworn enemy, things often had a higher chance of going terribly, terribly wrong. Blame it on the bounty hunter’s need to assert his superiority in the fight if you had to, but better yet, blame it on Drift’s uncanny ability to swipe poor Fracture’s pedes out from underneath him like he had today. Fracture was good, but apparently Drift was better… and that’s what made him dangerous.

Rolling with the bad guys meant flaky teammates and fending for himself more often than not, but being left stranded at the mercy of the Autobots wasn’t what Fracture was expecting. Drift had worn him down rather quickly, and thus, it was less of a surprise and more a disappointment that he sidestepped himself into his own trap and ended up tied in knots upon knots and kneeling at the swordsmech’s pedes. It was a shameful way to end what had been a rather pitiful fight to begin with, but there was still time to turn the tables. At least, he hoped.

“Isn’t this a surprise,” Fracture grumbled, masking the way his vents flared with every intake as he fought to catch his breath with squirming against the ties binding him. “About time I let you win, huh, Drift?”

He hadn’t been going easy on the big bot, but he wasn’t about to admit to struggling under pressure, either. He was just—well, it was just… it was an off-day, that was it. Granted, Drift didn’t seem to care much, and he certainly didn’t seem convinced, either.

The swordsmech had also taken a knee, and he sat silently in front of Fracture, seemingly content to listen to the onslaught of complaints and observe the struggle. In Fracture’s optics, it was far worse than the haughty back-and-forth they usually shared during all out brawls, and he didn’t like it one bit. A silent Drift meant a thinking Drift, and a thinking Drift had to mean bad things were in store for him. For once since succumbing to his own well-laid trap, Fracture fell still.

“Well?” he said, rearing his helm forward as his arms and legs stayed bound beneath him. “Aren’t you going to say anything? Take me back as the ultimate bounty? Go on, now, rub it in.”

Ever still silent with a piercing gaze and his mouth set in a frown, Drift merely tilted his helm before finally offering some small semblance of a smile. Fracture was more than a little taken aback when the mech reached into his subspace and took out a fresh cube of energon.

“I’m afraid I wasn’t expecting you to be bested so easily,” the swordsmech said as he peeled the top away and settled down into a proper kneel, “but with so many chances to best you in the battlefield, I’ve begun to wonder… have you always been so thin?”

Getting caught in his own snare had been a surprise, but nothing beat this. Fracture wasn’t sure whether he should balk at Drift’s apparent long-running concern for his refueling habits or be offended by the fact that the very mech he’d sworn himself against was, in fact, now holding him hostage by his own work and stuffing him full of as much fuel as he could handle… and then some.

Drift had to have been joking when he said that. He had to have been making an attempt at catching Fracture off-guard for the final blow, or perhaps catching him unaware, but no. No, this seemed to have been his plan all along. There was no refusing to be allowed and no protests accepted as the swordsmech fed him until he could hardly breathe and kept on from there. This was intentional, one way or another, and Primus, when Fracture got out of this mess—

Through the ties strapped across his frame, Fracture felt his tanks gurgle and groan. It hadn’t taken long to max out his fuel capacity, but Drift showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.

He couldn’t understand why Drift was doing this in the first place, let alone why he’d fallen for it so easily. What had possessed him to come out here and face off with a big mech like him to begin with? It was like the old bounty hunter knew him better than he knew himself, and for a mech with Fracture’s reputation, that wasn’t a good thing.

“Mph—“ he tried to speak around the umpteenth cube shoved against his lips, only to whine in response to Drift gently tilting his helm forward to take it. “No more—no more…”

His belly was aching now, and his internals were screaming at him to stop, but Drift just kept pulling out one cube after another… and he kept feeding the poor mech one after another.

“Have you had your fill already?” Drift asked as he peeled the lid from another fresh cube. “If we compared the insatiable drive you have for putting a stop to my existence to your tolerance for a proper meal, I think you’d come up quite short, Fracture.”

Fracture tried to snap back with a nasty retort, but the only thing to come up at first was a gurgling bubble of air that he quickly swallowed down and an embarrassing whimper of shame that followed it. Drift took pity on him then, at least, and didn’t bother with pushing the next cube.

“Why—hic!—why the… change of spark?” he panted, his expression pained. “Thought you—mmph, hated me.”

Since starting to stuff the poor bounty hunter full, Drift’s smile never wavered. Even now, as he set the last cube aside and shook his helm, his amusement only seemed to grow.

“I suppose I get bored of going in circles,” he said. “And truly, it hasn’t been a fair fight between us in… oh, ages, I’d imagine. But enough talk of that—here, you have plenty left to drink.”

So then, he wasn’t to be tied up and taken hostage as Drift’s prize, but tied down and forced to be fed up on the sweet, sweet fuel his arch nemesis provided. Oh, how the tables had turned… and Fracture, for once, had been bested.

[jazzy-man13]

Hi! If it's okay to request/ask, could you do a scenario/headcanon of tfrid 2015, Steeljaw's pack, with human (gn! or f!) Reader? Romantic/Platonic

Human Reader's a cinnamon roll, and has the personality/backstory of Perrito from Puss in Boots movie. They're very motherly and therapy-like friend and also a Pacifist but can be passive-aggressive…

Steeljaw's pack x cinnamon roll gn human hcs

Grrrrr hello anon! Ty for the request, I hope this is what you were looking for- I can always do another if not 🫶(I haven't watched tfrid in a hot minute, hopefully I didn't forget anyone- lmao)

Steeljaw: He admires your ability to keep everyone in check in spite of your small size, though you're also slightly unnerving to him. How can you be so kind and patient after the life you've lived? He trusts you, but he'll also try to keep an eye on you, just in case.

Thunderhoof: To him, you're a pleasant change of pace compared to the rest of the group. Since you're so kind and relaxed, he often goes to you to unwind after a long day. Of course, in front of the others he'd treat you the same as everyone else, but when he's alone with you he's actually a pretty decent dude.

Fracture (+Divebomb & Airazor): He'd never admit it, but he's rather fond of you. Sometimes he worries about you since you're a pacifist, and he'll try to convince you to train with him and teach you some swordsmanship skills. As he sees your ability to keep people in check with your passive-aggressiveness, he slowly relaxes and doesnt bother you about training as much. His minicons, Divebomb and Airazor, are obsessed with you. They think you're amazing! They always try to grab your attention to play games with you while the others are on missions. You're like a parent to them, and Fracture only trusts you to watch over them when he can't take them on a mission.

Underbite: He tries to keep up his tough and intimidating reputation, but he's really just a big sweetheart. Underneath all that bulk is a golden retriever personality, and it shines around you. He'd die on the spot if anyone ever found out, but he loves playing catch with you. You always make sure that he gets enough metal to eat so he doesn't get distracted during missions, and his performance continues to improve thanks to you.

Clampdown: Whenever he gets in trouble with the others, which is often, he'll run to hide behind you. Your pleasant demeanor is usually able to calm the situation before someone loses their cool at him. The poor coward clings to you like glue, staying with you for protection.