#thunderrod week

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ThunderRod Week! Day 6: Royal!

Prime Family!

@thunderrodweek

[Day 1] [Day 2] [Day 3] [Day 4]

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Start you engines for...

THUNDERROD WEEK 2021!!

[liaswritesrobots]

ThunderRod Week- Fair

"Come on, come on! I wanna ride the rollercoaster!" Rodimus says with a mouth full of over priced hotdog.

"Again?" Thunderclash chuckles, "This is the third time since we've been here." 

"I know, but it's my favorite!" Rodimus runs forward, scarfing down the rest of his hotdog.

Thunderclash smiles at the speedster zooming through the crowd. He takes the last few remaining bites of his cotton candy before tossing the cone in a nearby trash can. He's glad that Rodimus suggested this place for their date, even if they do have to use their holoforms, and it is a bit more expensive than what they normally do, but he's having fun. And Roddy seems to be having fun too, which Thunderclash loves.

These human fairs have a cute little flair to them, everyone smiling and playing games, having picnics and going on rides, it's nice. He definitely wouldn't mind coming to one again.

He catches up with Rodimus, flashing two tickets so they can ride together. They make their way up the platform with a line of other people and finally get seated somewhere in the middle. The ride starts and Rodimus is practically bouncing in his seat as they slowly make their way up the rollercoaster's raised rails.

"Hope you can keep that hotdog down." Thunderclash half jokes, elbowing Rodimus' side.

"Pffft, easily!" He responds, crossing his arms briefly, "Oh, oh we're about to drop, this is the best part!" he says with excitement in his eyes.

Thunderclash smiles at the speedster. They reach the top, pausing briefly before they plummet down. Screams, Thunderclash being one of them, mix with laughter, and Rodimus' excited "WOOOOOO"s. Thunderclash holds tight to the rails in front of him as Rodimus throws his arms in the air with a few other people. They both laugh as they do a loop-de-loop and speed forward towards the next hill, only picking up momentum.

After the ride is over Rodimus is practically bouncing in his seat again, "Look I know we've rode this three times but we gotta do that again before we leave!"

Thunderclash laughs, "Sure," he looks at him with stars in his eyes, "But only before we leave. Let's give some of these things a try."

"Alright." Rodimus groans, but smiles when he looks at Thunderclash. 

They make their way through the fairgrounds, playing balloon pop and ring toss competitively, going through the haunted house attraction, and even enjoying a funnel cake together. Thunderclash even wins Rodimus a large, brown stuffed bunny in a test of strength. They spend the evening enjoying the fair, and eventually ride the ferris wheel once the stars come out and all the lights flip on, giving the fairgrounds a nice glow to it.

"We should do this again." Thunderclash suggests, looking at Rodimus as if he's the one who placed all the stars in the sky.

"Hell yeah." Rodimus whispers, holding onto his bunny as he looks down from the top of the ferris wheel to see all the people going by, then looking out over the horizon to see all the different city lights glittering against the night sky.

Thunderclash smiles before leaning in and closing his eyes. Rodimus notices and places the bunny in front of him so that when Thunderclash opens his eyes he's met with it. Rodimus smirks before laughing, then leaning in and kissing Thunderclash's lips. Thunderclash leans in and closes his eyes again, placing his hand on Rodimus' cheek.

"I love you." Thunderclash whispers after slowly pulling away, but still being close to his face.

"I love you too." Rodimus whispers back, eyes hooded as he presses his forehead to Thunderclash's, keeping silent for moment before letting out a content sigh, "And remember, you said we'd go on the rollercoaster again before we leave."

"Thunderclash chuckles, "Yeah I remember," he replies, pressing his nose to Rodimus'.

[nonbinarybrainstorm]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

These probably aren’t going to be nsfw but I’m trying to make them sweet. This is my favorite ship so yeah of course I’m doing this

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[dorksidefiker]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Transformers (IDW Generation One), Transformers - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rodimus/Thunderclash Characters: Thunderclash (Transformers), Ratchet (Transformers), Rodimus | Rodimus Prime Summary:

Thunderclash considers himself far better at rousing speeches than spinning metaphors.

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I have nothing to say except that I love this precious boys💕☄ And I want to thank @dangerouslyclassyhottub for making such a wonderful fic about them😙💕

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Arts and Crafts

@thunderrodweek Day 3: Ropes

Beta’d by @percy-writes

If you’d prefer to read on AO3

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3

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Thunderclash slips into his habsuite and locks the door behind him. “I’m home!” he calls out into the bowels of his hab. There’s a high-pitched squeal that follows. A little red and yellow blur comes jolting into the entryway and his leg is enveloped in a warm, and somewhat sticky, hug.

“Didi! Didi!” the little ball of energy screeches.

Thunderclash stoops down to gently pat his helm in greeting. “Hey there, my little firework,” he croons.

Hot Shot giggles at the nickname. “Come see what me an’ Sisi hab been doin’!” he insists, grabbing hold of his servo and tugging him along. Thunderclash relents, having to walk in a rather odd, hunched-over fashion so his bitlet can even reach him.

He’s steered from the entryway into the living space, where Rodimus is seated at their fueling table. The speedster sports an assortment of glitter and stickers all across his plating, and when Hot Shot lets go of him, Thunderclash realizes he too is covered in glitter.

“Hey,” Rodimus greets, a wide grin stretching across his faceplate at the sight of his conjunx.

“Hello, my love~” He dips down to deposit a kiss to the crest of his helm.

“Where’s my kiss?!” Hot Shot demands with a little stomp of his pede before Thunderclash even has a chance to pull away. The convoy chuckles fondly at his sparkling and leans over to press one to his forehelm as well.

“And what is it my two lovely speedsters have been up to today?” he prompts as he settles into the chair beside Rodimus.

“Aats and cwafts!” their bittie chirps. He’s quick to clamber up into Rodimus’s lap and wave his tiny servos at the mess on the table. Piles of glitter, globs of glue, a knot of strings, and sheets of tin foil covered in streaks of paint crowd every inch of its surface.

“Oh, I see,” he hums thoughtfully, appraising the messy work with the love only a carrier could have. “Can you explain to me what some of this is?”

Hot Shot nods his helm eagerly and reaches for one of the aluminum sheets. “This are us!” he proudly declares, pointing to the big blue blob surrounded by two smaller red ones. “Is... what’s da word, Sisi?”

“A family portrait,” Rodimus explains with no small amount of glee.

“Yeah, that! An’ this-” he grunts as he stretches as far as his little arms can reach, attempting to grab at the pile of string. Thunderclash nudges it into his awaiting servos and he beams back at the convoy. “This is a wreckwace!”

“A necklace,” Rodimus corrects. “I helped put most of it together,” he comments quietly to Thunderclash.

“Liar! He only cut da string, says I too small for scissahs,” Hot Shot accuses with a pout. He holds it out to Thunderclash, and announces, “We made it for you!”

The piece of red twine is donned with a smattering of charms. They consist of an assortment of painted nuts and bolts, a couple crystals, and, most importantly, a little image capture of Rodimus and Hot Shot glued into a shell as the centerpiece. They must’ve collected it on the ocean planet they’d just visited.

“Awww,” Thunderclash coos, his field practically glowing at such a sparkfelt gift, “It’s perfect!” He plucks it from Hot Shot’s tiny digits and attempts to don it immediately. The string gets caught on his finials and the charms clatter haphazardly in a halo around his helm. Hot Shot hoots and giggles, finding the sight quite amusing.

Rodimus chuckles softly to himself, before offering to help, “Here, let me.”

Thunderclash turns so he can properly tie it around his neck, and as the charms fall against his chestplates, he smiles adoringly at the array of colors. Turning back around, Thunderclash strikes a pose. “What do you think?”

“Gorgeous,” Rodimus sighs, casting fawning optics at Thunderclash. The convoy’s cheekplates tint with color at the sincerity in his conjunx’s voice.

“Yeah, gerges!” Hot Shot readily agrees, prompting both his creators to laugh.

“Now who’s going to clean all of this up?” Thunderclash wonders after a moment. He’s never seen his speedsters exit a room so fast, leaving a trail of sparkles in their wake.

[dangerouslyclassyhottub]

I’m writing as fast as my little thunderrod-loving fingers can but I feel so bad that I didn’t prepare more before the week finally got here DX I’m gonna aim to complete 3 prompts because I CAN’T NOT. On top of that I’m still posting Unintended Consequences ch22 this week and MAYBE an extra little thunderrod fic at the end of the week.