#scraplets

[shokveyv]

TFA:Transcend ch1:pp17-18

[catnerdenby]

@madamadamiu's Lost Light cat shelter AU again, because I can't stop.

I was going to draw the Scavengers as cats, but Whirl literally has me by the throat and won't let go. Low quality, because Tumblr decided that no, I cannot in fact handle more than 10mb PNGs

Loved @sphnyspinspin's idea about empty nester Whirl, so I made the scraplets and Whirl Jr meet.

Closeups below

I thought it'd be funny to make Whirl flip the bird, except it's a whole ass human hand. That's it, that's the explanation.

I genuinely love drawing human Rung, I'm sorry for being a lazy fuck

Them meeting ^w^

[zaneisth3m]

saw the art with cyclonus and scraplet 🥹 from @tetrahexianrootbeer

i wanted to doodle them

[tetrahexianrootbeer]

+ headcanon that Whirl and Cyclonus have late night duels if they have too much energy to recharge

[luxthestrange]

MTMTE Incorrect quotes#36 Scary dog privilege

Y/n*Is simply walking around at night, with headphones on, when you're suddenly grabbed by a metal arm, the whiplash makes you dizzy, and there you see two familiar decepticons*...

Breakdown*Is the one holding you, smirking at you*You're that fleshy the bots took in, Heard you been giving my friend here a hard time in the races with bumblebee...

Knockout*Tilts your chin up with his sharp servo*Rememeber me, dollface?~I wonder what the autobots do when they found out we take you-

Y/n*Puts fingers on lips and let out a LOUD whistle*BABIEES!?!

Breakdown & Knockout*Both wince at the pitched sound when they noticed thousand of tiny blue eyes sprouting from the shadows on the dark buildings*...what the fra-

---------------------------A phew moments later--------------------------

Knockout*pinned by the Horde of scraplets and cries in distress*HEEEELP!? They're gonna put me in the ground! *cries more* Noo! Noo! Aaah!-

Some Scraplets are digging a hole in the soil, and another one brings in a banquet of purplish flowers

Knockout*screams and cries*Those flowers are lovely!?!

Breakdown*Is already buried in the ground with only his helm out as you sit on his head*...

Y/n*Kissing one by one,your babies*Aww who's my babies?~you are!~

Part 1/Part 3

[earthsparked]

You: Trotting through the Lost Light halls with a basket of laundry in your arms, whistling cheerfully Random Mech: waves to you, not looking up from their datapad, but their EM field perks up a little at how cheerful you are Your pet/personal assistant scraplet, Scrappy: Hopping along behind you like a demonic rooster, painted neon pink with purple, green, and yellow flowers, another laundry basket balanced on his head, recording and playing back your whistling to sing along with you while champing his razor-sharp metal-eating jaws Random Mech: looks up. resets their optics. Random Mech: Rang was right, I gotta lay off the high-grade

[bird-in-the-space]

Imagine Being A Scraplet Farmer...

(Author's note: I actually had this idea for a long time, but couldn't bring myself to make it till now. Hope you enjoy.)

Warnings: mentions of the caste system, mentions of living in poverty, mentions of some bots threatening the farmers, and then getting eaten alive by the farmers' pets.

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- What if… there was a group of bots who handled pest control and waste clean up by using scraplets?

-This particular group would have studied the scraplets’ hive behavior, feeding cycles, and even their sensitivity to energy frequencies, which then allowed this group to find a way to domesticate these small critters. 

-They would then use these creatures to help clean up decaying machinery and dead zones—something that had become a common occurrence on Cybertron—while using their knowledge to remove wild scraplets and prevent them from spreading into populated areas. Wild scraplets were known to attack Cybertronians due to their taste for living metal.

-This work earned them the name Scraplet Farmers, as they not only handled existing colonies but also bred new scraplets to aid them in their work.

-The scraplets farmers would use specialized methods to communicate with their small companions, which include rhythmic pulsing, harmonized frequencies, and pheromone-coded energon dust.

-The farmers would be part of the lower class, living in poor, remote areas far from the wealthier cities. They owned large fields where they processed excess waste metal and fed it to their domesticated scraplet swarms.

-They weren’t particularly wealthy, which they honestly didn't mind, preferring the peace and quiet. They only visited the cities when there was a cleanup job to do.

-Living in wide, isolated areas also allowed them to manage their scraplet swarms with ease and avoid unwanted accidents.

-The higher-caste bots looked down on them and their “monster pets,” but otherwise left the farmers alone.

-In fact, the farmers were the only lower-class group the elites would leave alone — partly due to their vital role in waste management and pest control, but also because of fear. It was discovered that despite being otherwise docile toward other Cybertronians, the domesticated scraplets were protective of their farmers, even acting against their commands. 

-As a result, the scraplet farmers remained largely untouched by the meddling of the higher castes.

-To the society, scraplets were monsters, but to the farmers, they were family and faithful companions. Though the farmers bore the occasional bite or scar, they wore these marks with pride, calling them “signs of trust.”

-The farmers believed that scraplets, despite their metal-eating nature, were an essential part of Cybertron’s ecosystem. As long as their instincts were respected and their nature understood, they will not cause unnecessary harm and may even become a solution to certain problems.

-Even during the war, when neutrality was considered a death sentence, the two factions, the Autobots and Decepticons, left the farmers be. A few commanders, too confident or too cruel, tried to force their cooperation. But in the end, the commanders and their unit paid the price of becoming meals for the farmers’ fiercely protective companions.

-To the scraplets, when they sensed their bonded bot’s distress or saw a potential threat, it was on sight. Despite their supposed low intelligence, they possessed a powerful protective instinct toward those they considered part of their hive.

-They will not stop until the threat is gone, not even by their farmer's command.

-This forced the farmers to develop tactics to prevent other bots from becoming food for their little helpers.

-Despite those incidents, the farmers remained open for business. They preferred to stay out of politics, living quiet, pacifistic lives, but accepted calls whenever the Autobots or Decepticons required their services. Both factions had learned to treat these farmers with respect — after all, angering the small, metal-eating critters who adored their handlers was never a good idea.

-And after years of training, you — a humble scraplet farmer — finally received your first job call. You could only hope it would turn out well.

[violetvolute]

RBA SCRAPLETS!

I love the little scraplet gang from RBA, and love the scraplet design from TFP. So I tried designing the little bugs in TFP's style!

[EXTRA THINGY BELOW THAT I HAD FUN MAKING]