I Like Robots Sometimes (All The Time)

So long everyone! <3 (Not dead just not using this account anymore) masterpost

[tripleglitchwriting]

Hello everyone! I am Tripleglitch and I write sometimes. You can find my Ao3 here!

This blog will mostly (if not entirely) revolve around G/T, or giant/tiny. It will also mostly be transformers focused.

With all that out of the way I will be building this blog as I go and learning as I do. I hope you all have a good day wherever you might be!

[tripleglitchwriting]

Okay, I think it’s time to leave this account now. I’ll still be on tumblr, but under a different name. What will that name be…? I don’t know! I’m just setting down TripleGlitch.

Interacting with you all here has been such a fantastic experience. This was pretty much my first venture into the internet as someone who actually posts, and it was a good one!

Thank you to everyone, I’ll see you soon through another lens!

[tripleglitchwriting]

Hey everyone!! It’s been. Awhile. Oops. I kind of went though a character arc of sorts. I am so sorry that I never really lived up to my promise of continuing my fics, and I’m not sure if I will.

Don’t get me wrong, I still love transformers. My brain has latched onto it even more actually. I want to start a New Life on a far away island (different account) with and experience the wonders of the world (probably post different content).

I may still continue some of my fics over on my AO3, but if I did I would probably rewrite what I have because I feel like I can do better.

I would just dual wield accounts like a normal person, but once I log out of this one I won’t be able to log back in. I seriously have no idea what password I used was, and I can’t access the email because… well I also don’t know the password to it. Laugh and throw tomatoes at me, I am a fool.

I don’t know when I will stop using this account, but it will probably be soon-ish. Maybe. Probably. Ish. I don’t know. I’m tired and maybe only mildly coherent currently, so I hope this makes sense.

[tripleglitchwriting]

If any hackers figure out my email and password can you tell me because I forgot

[callsign-relic]

anyways it’s ok if you like size as a kink. it’s ok if you like size in an nsfw way to any degree. it’s also ok if you like it in a more sfw way as well. you can also. Like both! They are not mutually exclusive. Like I can admit I enjoy it in both ways. And there is nothing wrong with liking it one way or the other, and especially not liking it for both. there is nothing wrong with you if you like it for sfw, OR nsfw. it is just an interest, it speaks nothing on your moral standing as a person. thanks 👍

[tripleglitchwriting]

I want a transformers AU where they still go to Earth but there’s no war. Like Optimus and Megatron are still besties/conjux and just have the best banter about everything. There are no factions and everyone is cool with each other (apart from the fact that some people simply don’t like each other and that’s okay)

They go to earth for like, an exploration thing and either don’t recognize the population is sentient or go specifically to make contact. Either way, they end up doing the Robots in Disguise thing because revealing themselves immediately would be a bad move. And so you’ve got your human characters teaching them about earth but it’s mostly the transformers just. Enjoying each others company.

Maybe I just need to read a fluff fic.

[noisette-tornade]

Steal Something from My Space Tag

@the-angry-acrobat tagged me for the "steal something from my room" game! While I'm out robbing her of that box of old circus/dance costumes, my space is open:

Steal something from my room:

An English/Greek parallel edition of the New Testament

A pith helmet

A suitcase full of assorted leotards

A perfume bottle shaped like a shoe

A stack of 20-ish used and unused journals and sketchbooks

A duck body pillow

A super sharp acupressure mat

Voting ended onJan 30, 2025

No-pressure tags: @moon-rem, @catkin-morgs-kookaburralover, and @aspiringbabushka

[aspiringbabushka]

Snagging those leotards (just started dance and those would be handy rn! )

Steal something from my room:

A plate with a picture of a guilty-looking girl and a dog near a broken vase

A black and white duck decoy

A container full of bent and very large knitting needles

A framed artist's print of a albino hognose snake

A small dream catcher that'll fall apart if you take it down from the window

A basket of thread on wooden spools

A coin purse with a picture of a vintage sewing pattern illustration on it

Voting ended onJan 30, 2025

@moethh @thelingering @naomisramblings

[thelingering]

a little late to this one XD absolutely nabbing that plate lol, that sounds amazing (also thanks for the tag!! this looks delightful!)

Take your choice from my room :D

A tall glass-encased candle with Our Lady of Guadalupe on it

An intricate leatherbound journal that I received for my birthday last year

A statue of my girl Saint Kateri that's aboutt 8 inches tall

A tiny little black-and-gold incense burner

A small wood carving/sculpture of a bear playing piano with strings on the arms

An Ireland flag on my wall because I'm. so dang patriotic XD

A Marian Shrine calendar that has a bunch of different church thingies

Voting ended onFeb 1, 2025

I think I shall taggg @saltedcaramelchaos @margindoodles2407 @starsbecoming @lost-to-the-wind-sometimes (no pressure as always!) and anyone else who'd wanna hop in here :DD

[saltedcaramelchaos]

Why hello there! I'll be taking that bear statue, thaaankyouverymuch-

take smth >:3

at LEAST 8 tiny ducks (not rubber ducks either, the 1cm tall ones)

A mandolin (wall hanger included) (some tuning required)

A scarf my little sister knitted for me in the lesbian flag colors (im not-)

A rlly pretty painting of a girl praying with Jesus next to her

Pin with a child's doodle of a jellyfish that I got from an adorable 6yo enby

Three perler bead 'statues' of various Empire SMP members (Lizzie's hair glows!)

A mask i made in ceramics class that looks like stained glass

Voting ended onJan 26, 2025

tagsss.... @iii-of-ender @symphobunnie @man-of-many-moths @brightlyburningstar @spirit-sys @baradurus and anyone else that wants to join :DDD

[baradurus]

That mask is now mine bukero

Thx for Da tag

what are ya nabbing?

my 1000 Page book about the history of the World

My BRAND NEW tf elite trine figurines

ALL OF MY JEWLERY

my caramelised Popcorn that im earting rn

my 3 energy drinks that are in my room rn

a porzellan doll (shes so cute and tiny ngl)

my headphones that are faulty and randomly go off and on andyouhave2presstheonbu

Voting ended onFeb 1, 2025

Tagging !!: @orquydia @cool-fire @motshine @seekerwingzcg @anxious-mess19

[seekerwingzcg-deactivated202605]

@baradurus , ty for the transformers! Aaaanyway...

What would you guys take from me?

My red leather laptop bag (its big and heavy)

Assortment of hats of many types.

Fanart wall and all of its contents

Special edition Megatron poster

Various metal band shirts

An old laptop covered in stickers (needs repairs)

Large wool blanket... kinda scratchy

Voting ended onJan 26, 2025

@transboybatter @fanotastic @glittergummy @ivycorp @justgriffstuff @nomiyakazehaya @velvetwyrme

[velvetwyrme]

thank you for the tag :D!

TAKE YOUR PICK

sticker collection (all in one big folder)

shark plushie and babies (minus one baby shark)

whale plushie (PLUS one baby *whale*)

teeny tiny soundwave fig :]

weighted blanket...

box of chiton shells that i havent finished reassembling like seriously help

bag. of gummies 👍

Voting ended onJan 28, 2025

uhhhhHhh @dimnomss @callsign-relic @floofanflurr @aka-indulgence @timeofjuly

[callsign-relic]

Thank you for the tag!!! Sorry I reblogged this so late I was SLAMMED yesterday

What would you take from me 👀

Decently sized tf figure collection

Yo-Kai Watch Whisper piggy bank which is apparently expensive but I got for $20

Collection of small and large plushies

Video game art books (Splatoon 3, Crash Bandicoot, Liar Princess series)

Physical copy of beast wars Code of Hero storyboards

Variety of posters (tf, Sonic movie 2 & 3, and 1 Meta Runner Tari poster)

uhhhh idk my bishoujo Optimus statue LMAO

Voting ended onJan 29, 2025

Hmmmmm I tag @chamelanon @tripleglitchwriting @fiber-optic-alligator @mskenway97 @malewife-overlord @ohdearlingwhathappened @lovenotcomputed @ikkosu @michaela-o @bizarre-disjointed

no pressure ofc this is just for fun :D

[tripleglitchwriting]

Oh yes!!! I do this!! Thank you for tagging me!!!

What would you take from my room?

My only transformers figure which is a blind box G1 Ratchet from China

Pokemon plushies (Charizard, Psyduck, Eevee, Torchic, Popplio, Goodra, and more)

Four shelves worth of half painted 3D prints

A pride flag with my pin collection on it

Two full water bottles that have been in my room for 2 years that may have mold

Various posters (Hollow Knight, Honkai Star Rail, Persona 5, Undertale, Pokemon)

1 1/2 large bags of sour patch watermelon

Drawers of random things I don’t want to throw away

My dog (who is laying by me as of writing this)

Voting ended onJan 30, 2025

I would tag people but I don’t think I know anyone else lol

[tripleglitchwriting]

Tiny Tarn eating a firefly and having his eyes glow brighter than normal

LMAO LIKE A FROG

I can see any bot doing this, honestly.

I wonder if they even have anything life fireflies on cybertron or adjacent planets? Bioluminescence is obviously a thing for cybertronians because their eyes already glow, though I don’t know if that could be called true bioluminescence. (I mean, in real life it’s a chemical reaction. In fictional robot world I have no idea.)

But the concept of going to a completely alien planet, being forced to see all of the weird things the planet has, and recognizing a fucked up little creature has the ability to make light has got to be confusing as hell. Like a mini spark just flying around. Only appearing for a second before flickering out again.

And then eating like a frog and being cursed with Too Bright Eyes.

[tripleglitchwriting]

tarn being stuch in a glass jar

Tiny Tarn anon… we meet again lol

Anyway,

NOOOO DONT PUT HIM IN THE JAR NOOOOOOOOOO

[callsign-relic]

was talking about snowy days with my wonderful friend @bizarre-disjointed and the conversation lead to Optimus and his human friend going out to see snow together, so I ended up writing a little drabble about it <3

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Scurrying outside as Optimus patiently waits for you, sitting on his knees and taking in the sight of the falling snow. Watching it build up on his plating, but all brush away when he shakes his arm.

He hears the door close and looks down to see you. “Ready, little one?” As he offers his massive hand down before you like a platform. You almost step in, but you stop halfway— asking him to wait as you quickly turn back inside the house.

Optimus’ helm tilts, and he can’t help his curiosity as he leans down and peeks an optic into your doorway. The bright blue glow of his eye illuminated the otherwise dim corridor— though, it was dim in a comforting way, he somehow thought. Softly alit with the cozy glow of yellowish-orange lightbulbs, emanting a heat from inside.

He hears your footsteps approach, and he’s quick to pull away. He didn’t want to invade any of your privacy, after all… but when you step back outside, he’s pleasantly surprised to see you wrapped up in a large, thick cloth. What did you call it again?

“Ready,” you give him a thumbs up from your spot, and it doesn’t take him long to start on his way once you clamber into his warm hand.

Ah, now he remembered. A duvet.

[tripleglitchwriting]

I feel like I should write something small… I need to learn how to make my stories shorter. Just as a skill to keep in my back pocket. Any suggestions?

[tripleglitchwriting]

Woah, it’s been one year since I made this account! Time flies. It’s been quite a year. Then again, when isn’t it?

I’m going to keep doing what I’m doing. I’ll do my best to keep uploading :-)

[fiber-optic-alligator]

GOING TO TRY AND SLIP THIS IN REAL QUICK

Uh can I request some first contact au soft vore swindle (any) with a human he found maybe when humans first started getting taken?

It took me ten years and I am absolutely exhausted but HERE IS THE SWINDLE FIC!!! I, um, forgot to add vore, but there is an allusion to it, so I hope you'll still enjoy this! I'm so sorry it took me so long to write :(

How To Discover A New Species And Make Money Off Of It (Totally Ethical Strategies Which Break No Laws)

Pairing: Swindle x Human Reader (First Contact Au)

Word Count: 2462

Summary: After traveling to Earth on a mission to locate rumored Energon deposits, Swindle discovers a new species in which he quickly realizes he can make quite a big amount of money off of...and they are called humans. Capturing you and deciding you will be the ambassador of his newest endeavor, you have no choice but to let Swindle rope you into a twisted plan where he hopes to turn humans into the popular Cybertronian pets.

  The planet is a small, diminutive thing: a piece of space rock cast out into far reaches, reeking of organic growth that shows itself in shades of dark green, desolate brown, deep blue, and patches of puffy white swirling above everything else in the form of physical moisture. Its closest neighbors are all wastelands, either long abandoned by their inhabitants, or completely devoid of anything to begin with. Earth, as it is registered in Cybertron’s database, is the only planet in this backwater area of the galaxy to host life. It’s an insignificant sphere, circling an insignificant sun, in an insignificant solar system. No one would be caught here, simply because there is nothing to see.

  Yet, here Swindle is, doing just that. Staring out at the mud puddle planet, he wonders how he ever thought accepting a job here would turn out to be profitable. The talks of Energon deposits being found on Earth had been too much to ignore. Such claims are typically rumors started by mechs with far too much time on their servos: fables of the purest Energon ever discovered hiding deep beneath the soil of places such as this one. If he were younger, Swindle would have fallen for the stories on the spot. Many newbies do. They think they’re making it big, wasting energy blasting off to no-name systems, ready to pour their resources into expeditions that always yield no crop. Fads fade. Stories end. And Swindle is not new to his trade.

  He does his research. He interviews those he deems noteworthy. He takes notes. He’s careful. Ultimately, results prove Earth definitely has something. Energon? Eh, he’s not too sure. But his intel tells him it's something he can make shanix off of. A boon. A land mine of opportunity.

  So he’s taken the chance. But now that he’s here, with his ship gradually getting closer and closer to the planet, he’s beginning to believe his research might have yielded false information. Earth is looking far from profitable, and he can tell no Cybertronian faction has made contact with its surface yet. It surprises him; Autobots and Decepticons, despite their countless differences, are extremely good at the art of colonization, whether accidental or intentional. It seems like practically every planet in the universe has been touched by his species in one shape or form. But no such thing can be found here. His ship’s systems aren’t picking up on a single Cybertronian satellite or base. It might very well be possible that he is the first to ever lay optics upon Earth.

  This was a bad idea, he thinks. High chances will be that his search will bring up nothing. He could turn his ship around now and head off to places where his time will be better spent. He won’t regret it. Probably.

  He continues looking at Earth and vents a frustrated exhale through his intake. Whatever. He’s here anyway. Might as well take a look around.

  The forest his ship lands in has various creatures frantically darting out of harm’s way when it makes contact with the ground and stabilizes its support footing. With a hiss, the bay doors open, and he steps out slowly, his optics quickly adjusting to take in Earth’s light. It's all…very green. There’s a slight wind whistling between the leaves, making them rustle with a strange noise Swindle isn’t used to. He cringes and considers retreating back aboard the ship, then decides against it. His external diagnostics register no visible threats in the immediate area. He’ll be fine. After all, what organic would pick a fight with a giant alien robot such as himself?

  He types some instructions into his data pad. A panel opens on the side of the ship, and out comes a scouting drone, the perfect way for him to get a Seeker’s eye view of the terrain. “Alright,” he murmurs to himself. “Here we go. Let’s see what this planet is hiding.”

  The drone cycles and whirrs, then darts up into the air. Its video feed translates onto the data pad, giving him a clear aerial picture. At this vantage point, he can see that this forest he’s landed in stretches on for a long time. The drone picks up on various sorts of metals: his universal translation tool registers these as iron, copper, even gold. Sounds quite expensive, but they aren’t what he’s looking for. He types in a primary locating directive. Find Energon.

  A few cycles pass, and still, he locates nothing. Just more green and strange lifeforms he couldn’t care less about. Swindle grumbles and wishes he brought some drinks with him to pass the time. There definitely isn’t any Energon here, and that frustrates him beyond measure. But it is a big planet by organic standards…just because Energon isn’t in this immediate location doesn’t mean his search is a total loss. He worries at his lower derma in thought. Perhaps he should check the polar caps next…or maybe the equatorial region?

  Snap.

  His audial processors immediately pick up on the noise. Intrusion. Whipping around, he has his gun out in an instant, the barrel revving up with pulsing energy, eager to incinerate whatever is in its path.

  What stands before him-or below him-is a lifeform. A strange, fleshy being standing on two skinny legs with equally skinny arms. It stares up at him with big, alien eyes, and it’s flappy mouth parts in what he can only assume to be surprise. Swindle blinks, then slowly lowers the gun.

  “Well, well, well,” he says, snapping the weapon away and crouching down with a curious tilt of the helm. “What…are you?” All of the natives he's seen so far are either quadrupedal or avian. This animal is neither; it stands like he does, yet clearly displays the qualities of subpar intelligence. It hasn’t done a single thing so far. It’s just…there. Staring. Perhaps a fright response? Does it think he can’t see it because it’s so still?

  “You certainly aren’t Energon.” He clicks his derma, thinking. “But you are interesting. I don’t think I’ve ever seen something quite like you before.” He wonders, is it friendly? He does a quick scan and comes to the satisfying conclusion that the creature-you-doesn’t harbor any natural defenses against his kind. He could break you in half like a stick with little-to-no pressure required. He extends a servo, intending to be friendly.

  You finally snap into action and stumble back, letting out a yelp. He can’t help laughing when you fall over onto your aft, minuscule digits digging uselessly into the forest floor. Primus, you are pathetic. No claws, no antlers, no wings…what purpose do you serve for this planet? Your species definitely must be at critical risk of extinction.

  Yet…he feels his spark soften when he observes your trembling body and listens to your soft squeaks. You…you’re adorable. Swindle is a hardened soul, one who doesn’t fall for the idea of cute easily. Yet you’ve managed to make him want to say “Awww” after looking at you for less than five cycles. Is this your way of self-preservation? Can you somehow influence the feelings of others in order to escape danger?

  He wants to know more. He’s intrigued by you. Snapping his digits, he reaches forward. “C’mere, little thing. Let’s get a better look at you.”

  Your face contorts into an expression of pure panic, and you fumble away from his looming servo, a startled shriek leaving you. But unfortunately for you, he’s far too quick, and snatches you into a fist before your tiny brain can keep up with his movements. You immediately begin struggling, letting out these sharp squeaks and desperate chatters. Swindle sighs and gives you a very patient look. “Quit squirming, alright? I swear I’m not going to hurt you as long as you don’t hurt me. Though I’m guessing you probably can’t. You’re barely taller than my index digit. Why are you so small, huh?”

  He turns you over and observes you from every angle, being careful not to rough you up too much. You wear fabrics over your body and a weird sort of bag against your back. Swindle easily slips it off of you and holds it to one optic, scanning its inner contents. Just paper books and a weird ocular device. He snorts and throws it away, disinterested. You don’t seem to like this and begin pushing at his digits with a frantic desperation that has him chuckling.

  “That’s not going to do much for you.” He brings you closer to his face and inhales your scent. A pleasant, woodsy aroma that only seems to permeate from organics fills his olfactory sensors and makes him shiver with delight. “How wonderful. You smell amazing. Almost on par with Energon.”

  Oh. That reminds him. He’s here to find Energon, not ogle at weird little Earth creatures. He sighs and shifts you to his left servo so he can recall his drone. “Not much here to see besides you, pipsqueak,” he mutters as he watches the vessel speed back over to his ship and return to its charging panel. “Let’s go do some further exploring of this planet, alright? I think I’d like to hold onto you for a bit longer.” He smiles down at you. “You’re kind of cute. You don’t mind hanging out with good ol’ Swindle, do ya?”

  You certainly do mind, with the way you continue to wriggle around with your arms flailing. Scared squeaks turn into angry growls, with you narrowing your eyes and puffing up to express your indignation. He watches you, then revs his engine and bares his denta, growling back at you with such a loud rumble, it sends a frenzy of avians flapping from the tops of the trees.

  You snap your mouth shut and shrink back, any rebellious bravado previously displayed disappearing with the avians. Swindle grins satisfactorily. “You try and bite,” he says. “I bite back harder. Now be a good Earthling and enjoy the ride, alright? I’ll let you go once I’m bored of you.”

  He walks slowly, taking his time not to accidentally knock a tree over or step on an accidental organic. You are quiet and oddly still, except for your constant vibrations which almost have him feeling rather guilty for scaring you into submission…almost. Glancing down at you, he watches the way you lower your head to hide your face beneath the cover of your hair. Liquid drips down onto his digit.

  Ah. You’re leaking from your eyes. Crying. He didn’t know Earth animals could do that. He raises the end of his thumb and runs it lightly over your cheeks, wiping them away. “Don’t do that, little one, come on,” he says in the most soothing tone he can muster. “You don’t have to be scared of me. I’m just your friendly neighborhood salesbot, yeah? Just a guy trying to survive like every other punk in the universe. Why would I hurt you?”

  You sniffle and peer at him with those big, soulful eyes. And oh, now you’ve done it. You’ve struck an arrow straight into his spark. A soft gasp escapes him, and he tilts your head back further. “By Primus, I have never seen something as cute as you. So soft…so small…” He ruffles your hair and earns himself a chirp as you swat his digit away. “Ha, and feisty too. I wonder…just how much would a bot pay to buy you as a pet?”

  The gears begin turning. A new idea shows itself to Swindle as the prospect of a tantalizingly lucrative step into an industry he hasn’t bothered contemplating until now. Cybertronians, for all of their ingrained brutality, love pets. He thinks it's because his kind are so war-torn, so used to the bloody, the disgusting, the traumatic. So many veterans on all factional sides own cuddly therapy companions which aid them in their long road to recovery. Helio hamsters, cyber dogs and cats, even glitch mice and turbofoxes…not to mention various other non-Cybertronian native animals hailing from other planets across the cosmos. Yes, the pet trade for mechs is quite popular, and he knows it won’t lose its momentum any time soon.

  So why can’t he get into it?

  If Swindle was to suddenly return to Cybertron with a new creature…a tiny, delicate lifeform from the distant Earth, advertised as the perfect companion for any bot…he could begin a whole business. Gentle, squishy, and oh-so cute! A lifelong companion who engages with you and offers the ultimate form of loyalty! Buy one for your sparklings, your conjunx, or yourself! Yes, yes, he can see it now! He could make millions if he plays his cards right! Perhaps even billions if it really takes off!

  He brings out his data pad and holds it over you. If you’re going to sell, you’re going to need a proper name to sell with. “Scan lifeform,” he orders. “Identify.”

  The data pad is slow with it. Its light casts over you and makes you wince, giving a long, contemplative hum as its AI races through the Cybertronian web and searches for a clear species identification. When it finally lets out a pleasant beep and reveals all found information, Swindle swears he sees shanix flashing before his optics.

  Species: human. Homeworld: Earth. Status: Critically endangered. Not protected by the Prime Universal Protected Organisms Law. Known clients are estimated to start at…20,000 shanix.

  “20,000!” He whistles and grins delightedly. “Good Primus, you’re worth that much? Who knew I had such an expensive little twerp sitting right in the palm of my hand?” He laughs, ecstatic. Forget the Energon. What he can make off of you and the rest of your kind is twice as much as a regular run would get him. This is what has been hiding on Earth. This is the boon. The opportunity.

  He leers at you, not even seeing you as just a fascinating animal anymore. You’re a product to take advantage of, to sell, to milk for all of your worth. Swindle’s done it before. He likes to say it’s nothing personal, because it isn’t. After all, he’s just surviving, trying to earn a life like anyone else. When he looks into your terrified eyes and sees the way you go pale at the sight of his nearly crazed expression, he thinks about how many bots will be won over by this face, how he’ll be rolling in dough by the time he’s through with Earth.  “Listen to me, little one,” he says. “You and I are going to be very good business partners from now on. I think I’ll keep you as a showcase specimen. Which leads into my next question…where can I find more of you?”

[tripleglitchwriting]

GATOOOOOOOOOOOOR ANOTHER BANGER‼️‼️‼️‼️

[hellopuns]

I realized I never posted ALL the colouring book illustrations, and since I no longer have any stock, I figured I'd share.

A collection of little Pokémon teams for Lost Lighters, drawn in 2021! There's a bunch of details I forgot about, but I still consider Ultra Magnus + 10% Forme Zygarde to be the biggest brained choice lol

[tripleglitchwriting]

Kinesthesis 3

Jazz/Prowl/HumanReader first contact AU

Part 2

I am so sorry this took so long 😭 but I finally got something out! This was written over the course of multiple months so if it’s inconsistent that’s why. Over my impromptu hiatus I’ve grown as a writer and as a person so that will probably change the way this story goes, but not to worry! I still plan on carrying on with this fic.

Be aware that I may not remember things about that last two chapters before this because it’s been a while. If you find any mistakes, let me know!

Also, thank you to the anons that encouraged me to keep going! This one goes out to you.

So, now you have quite a few problems. Not only were the ‘robots’ alive, they were also obviously damaged and asking for your help. Your help. Of all people. You still didn’t know where they came from, if someone was piloting them, how they got here, what that blue liquid was, or why one of them only made weird metallic scratching sounds. That one in particular really freaked you out when it first started ‘speaking’. At the time, you immediately assumed there was a metal demon somewhere coming to eat you.

Instead of that, they were just giant robots asking for your help in the middle of asscrack nowhere. Very simple. Foolproof, even. Nothing wrong there.

“I’m… going to get to work.” You told the one apparently named ‘Prowl’. He didn’t make any sputtering noises at you this time, so you took that as your go-ahead.

He was huge. Well, you knew that, but it was still jarring. You had to literally climb him to get to his wounds. Delicately placing your rag to the injured spot on his neck, you could feel the pump of something akin to a heart under the metal. Now that was weird. Wait, maybe it was just a fuel pump of somesort. He couldn’t… it couldn't have an actual heartbeat, right? Robots don’t have heartbeats.

That isn’t possible.

After a bit of cleaning up blue liquid and trying not to cut yourself on shards of metal, a realization dawned on you. These guys were more complicated than you thought. Really, a robot shouldn’t have this much… everything. They shouldn’t have half of whatever parts are in them. What kind of coding was driving them anyway? What fuel did they even use? The blue stuff?

Oh, who are you kidding. They aren’t robots. They can’t be. They can’t just be robots. They fell from the sky, of course they can’t be robots! Your heart picked up its already erratic pace, yet even with shaky hands, your work took priority.

Soon after there wasn’t a hole in Prowl anymore. Not one on his neck, anyway. You counted that as a win. But seeing as there were way more lacerations, dents, and cuts all over both of them, you definitely had the rest of your work cut out for you.

Simple. Foolproof, even. Nothing wrong there.

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Jazz, with his sight still mostly busted, anxiously awaited some sort of indicator that the person helping them was actually patching up Prowl. They seemed pretty stunned earlier. Scared. He had assumed they’d run away and get help. That would be a more reasonable reaction, right?

Obviously it was probably better that they didn’t, this was a completely new planet after all. They’d be scrap if it weren’t for this random person helping them out. This person that is native to this new planet. With… no knowledge of Cybertronian biology- oh scrap. This person had no idea what they were doing!

“W – it! Wa– a - i!” Staticy, barely understandable garble came out of his vocalizer. He heard a tiny peep out of the little guy and a kind of ‘hrmph’ from Prowl.

“What? What is it? Did I do something wrong?” They squeaked in a comically high-pitch tone. “I- I’m sorry, I- know mechanics but this is kind of different and I don’t want to hurt anybody I just-”

“Y- yo- u kno- me- c– nics?”

“Um, yeah, it’s what I do. For school.”

“S- – -ry f’r t--e frig–t, I’m j-st co– m– in’ to–my–sen s- s- ses, an’ rel-i’ed wher– we ar’... an’ I don’ kn- kn- kn- – -w… ca—n– ya- re- – -y fi- x us?”

“O- oh, n- now yo- -y questi- on it?” Prowl commented from the sidelines. Jazz deliberately ignored him.

“I mean, I can, I just need some time to figure everything out… i- it doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“W- Wha-t’s’t sayi- in- ing?”

“A- askin’ i- if it- it- it- hu- – -ts.”

“O- of co- rs’ it h-urts!”

“Wait, what’s he saying?”

Jazz cringed for a moment, realizing just how taxing it’s going to be on him to keep translating. Of course, he decided to use it to his advantage. Why not have some fun in the face of certain death?

“H- he s’ys h’s t—ckl’sh.”

“Oh, um, okay. Does that mean you guys can’t feel pain? Like, can I go harder with this? I have some power tools I can use back in—” Okay. Bad plan.

“N- N- N-O we C- – -N Fe’L It!”

“Oh, um, can or can’t?”

“C- C- C- C- CAAIIIEEEZZZZzzzt!” His vocalizer gave off a pointedly unpleasant sound just before shorting out.

“Is that… should I know what that means?” Jazz took a second to reset his vocalizer.

“N- n- n- o… b- b’t w– fe’l pa’n… i–t h- – -rts…”

“Can feel pain, got it. Um, is your voice okay? I can try fixing it… if that’s a thing I can fix…?” As much as he appreciated the gesture, Jazz wasn’t ready for that kind of operation.

“N- n - o thn’ks.”

“Alright… I’m gonna keep going here then.”

It was then, nearly offline, cut off from most forms of communication, on a completely alien planet, that Jazz realized this might be a little bit too much to handle.

“Y- y- you—re an ‘di—ot.”

“M- ay’e… bu— ‘least I c’n t- t- ta-k to ou- fr’nd ‘ere.”

“It’s Wh—lja’k, o- of c-cou’se I d- di—-nnooowoowOWW!” Jazz heard a loud crash followed by a tiny scream.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, what did I do? I- I didn’t know, oh my god…”

“Wh—t? —at ‘appe— d?!”

“I- I’m sorry, I think I hit something, I’m so sorry!”

“Pr—ler? P—owl!?”

He got a groan in response. A groan and a new, distinct, clear sound.

“—bbzzzt —- bzzzt ——tobots! This is Optim— —ime. If yo- can hear thi-, heed my call. The Arc is inoperable. Most of you are scattered across an alien world. While I do not know where the Decepticons have landed, I can confirm they are on the planet with us. Do not lose hope here, my friends. For the fate of Cybertron and the remaining Autobots rests in your capable servos. Attached to this message are the coordinates to the Arc, I will be waiting for you there. Good luck—- bzzzt —— bzzzt—-!”

The three sat in silence. While he couldn’t see the hologram that was most likely coming from Prowl’s projector, he heard what the message contained. They were safe. Optimus was safe. And he once again had a goal to achieve.

“Wh- what the hell was that!?”

“Th’nk Pri—us…” Prowl whispered.

“It -as… a- a- f- fri—nd.”

“Oh, okay. What did your friend say?”

“Th— w- we ha— so—me-here t- be.” Jazz attempted to move his body, but was once again denied. “W- we n- n- ne—d to g—-!”

“Hey, woah woah woah! You are not well enough to get up yet! I haven’t even started patching you up!”

“Aau—augh! I- I- kn— Ratc— uh, I- I- I kno—“

“Settle down. I- I’ll be as fast as I can, alright?”

Jazz huffed in halfhearted agreement. Prowl, on the other hand…

—---------------------

He thought this was an incredible waste of their time. Oh, sure, he needed to be fixed, but he was doing just fine now and he did not need help from a mysterious stranger he couldn’t understand. How could he, Prowl of Petrex, need the help of a tiny little creature like this one? There was no such need. The only need he had was to get himself and Jazz functional again, report back to Optimus, and win the war.

He tried to get up. After about half a second of metal creaking, unconscious groaning, and a little squeak from his benefactor, his body gave out. His spark burned with a searing mixture of frustration and stress as he tried to clench a servo. But of course he couldn’t. Of course he was stuck. Injured, vulnerable, and useless. But still, Optimus needed him. Needed them. So he needed to get up!

“C- cal- m d- do— n Pr—‘er… ye’ sca- a- rin’ ‘em…” He could hear panicked chittering from somewhere on top of him. He had half a mind to shoo the thing away, but even if he could raise his servo, he knew this was his only hope. He would never admit that, obviously, but deep in his spark he knew.

He didn’t respond to Jazz. He didn’t need to. He just focused on the little twinge of pain somewhere atop his chassis and a wound being sealed. A familiar feeling. Not too familiar, not like this, but enough to be comforting.

He imagined the medbay in the Arc. That time when they defeated the enemy and no one had to die. They won, and everyone cheered and celebrated and did whatever people do to express joy during a war.

He was unconscious for cycles. Just because nobody died doesn’t mean nobody was hurt. And he was really, really hurt. But it didn’t matter, not even to him. Moments like that are rare, after all. When one could rejoice without mourning the loss of a friend. He’d only expected Ratchet or First Aid to stay with him during that time. Who wouldn’t want to celebrate the spoils of victory? No one is willing to give up a moment of solace like that. No one is stupid enough to pass up the opportunity for happiness. Except Jazz.

Jazz stayed with him the whole time. He stayed by his bedside, refusing to leave once the required surgery was over. He brought glasses of energon for both of them. To share.

Prowl didn’t wake up then. He missed the party and the congratulations and the relief. He missed Jazz telling him stories and about his day. He missed when the rest of the crew stopped by to check on him. When he did finally come out of stasis, Jazz wasn’t there. Not of his own volition, but because he passed out on the floor due to exhaustion. They both got a long lecture about taking care of themself from Ratchet when it was over.

And Jazz is there, now, still with him. Bleeding out and broken, but still there. And Prowl was powerless to help him. His HUD sang one final message in his head before it went suddenly silent, and he fell helplessly into the deep abyss of stasis.

[tripleglitchwriting]

Hii!! I hope you're well! I've recently joined the transformers fandom via TFOne and I've been EATING UP a lot of your fics. They're amazing and I enjoyed them a lot!

I was wondering if the Ignition/Kinesthesis series was still going though? They are my favorites to read and I think the characters are written very faithful to their personalities. Just asking to see if I look forward to an update or not, thank you sm!

AWWWW TYSM!!!! It is still going, I’ve just had some really bad writers block (and also life things). Comments like this help a lot though!!! I’m so glad you like them!!!!

[sleepyking]

Never done this before but uuuuuh

Picrew chain with this lil guy maker:D

little guy maker

little guy maker / ちっちゃいメーカー my third picrew :0 (first two were years old, ive since deleted them) please credit @reelrollsweat on tumbl

Here’s mine:3

@somedudenamedanthony @sillylilneurodivergent @brokenmilkcrates @strugglingsapphic

[sillylilneurodivergent]

YOU’RE IS SO CUTE!!! I was just thinking of making a chain post sometime soon too omg XD

@saturnisaroace @scraptumblers @leoisbabygirl

@nev-valkyriesdottir @spawnoferis @demon-of-ur-dreams

@skellseerwriting @frenchgirltalya @little-teacupss

[scraptumblers]

Goober central!!!!

@anonymouscheeses @mmultifandommultishipper @that-random-outsider @gayafsowhat (idk who else to tag- 😭😭😭)

[that-random-outsider]

Went searching everywhere for this little guy I made them a while ago but I still think it adorable so I'm not changing it

Thanks for the tag <3

@xdarkxxredx @this-girl-in-dead-fandoms @hayliemyers-agentofshield @maliabakerenthusiast @k1ng0fmyh3artt

@v-seul

[vicposter]

joining in

@redfoxraccoon @ronance4everbrainrot @yourbasicqueerie

[yourbasicqueerie]

tysm for the mention sweets!

tagging my lovely mutuals:

@nyoclosmom @jubshead @slut4alicewu @tremordusk

@polaris-likethestar

@lilia-calderus-pet-goat

@liliastriangle

@agathasstrap

@kenzie-floops

[soapyspurnell]

ily icons (thank u @yourbasicqueerie for tag)

tagsss: @tremordusk @nyoclosmom @acricketcannot @xxqueenofdragonsxx @insane-hag

@lilabelle777

@cherikdogfood

@stuckysimp

(had to do last three on seperate lines cause they not working)

[alien--cookie]

Thanks for the tag @polaris-likethestar !!

Here's mine :D

Tags (no pressure!!): @stuckydrewx @magnetoisnotahappybunny @ace-bucket @ivyace @cherikdogfood @stinkrat-aleks @spooky-lil-spider-enjoyer @wibblewubble @fizz-pop-thwip @ironspidersblog @eriksdefender (sorry if you've already been tagged 😅)

[cherikdogfood]

Thank you for the tags @polaris-likethestar and @stuckysimp !!

Tagging (no pressure): @221berkeleysquare @theofficialinternetloner @mkpersephone @thatcrazymind @jaymoriarty-knight @crazylazydays @magneticallyyours @clockwork-stars @fullcatkryptonite @ouchpotatoex @hofstadt3r @transgenderchainsawman @stuckysimp @neonwizardheehee @undeadfly @sonics-atelier

[undeadfly-deactivated20250708]

Thank you @cherikdogfood for tagging me! 💙

Made me and dear husband 🧡

@evansuvamp @amphitriteswife @shadowsartdraw @hyde-n-h @moonymeli @twinklemylittlestar @foxnikki @justvir @riseofamoonycake @alonelyidiotwholovescats + open tags!

[twinklemylittlestar-deactivated]

Thanks @undeadfly for the tag!

☆ Tagging: @amphitriteswife, @alonelyidiotwholovescats, @riseofamoonycake, @hankiki, @moonymeli and who wants to join ☆

[amphitriteswife]

Thank you for the tag @undeadfly @twinklemylittlestar and @moonymeli 🫶🩵

Me and taehoon once again-

Tagging @mizz-sea-nymph @nicasdreamer @tinyy-tea-cup @kinaoryi @foxnikki @yue-yolk @monstertreden @das-jaim3 @riseofamoonycake

@zendersenders @julihehe @etoilesbonbon @evansuvamp @justvir @swallowtail-lotus @vilereign @foxnikki @daughteroftyche08 @sigyn-foxyposts @rorlokiswifey @radioactivesweet @rlvdnt @15krixa15 @anticapitalistclown

@sethmp3 @rukia-writes @ctrldoll @snowmantita @asheervasilissa @alonelyidiotwholovescats @plopifuee @sorastar0 @helkodrillenz @hellany +anyone who wants to join! Sorry if i forgot someone

[julihehe]

Awww, thanks for tagging me @amphitriteswife!

I made my irl self lmao

Anyway, anyone can join!

@s0mething27

@aceofhearts25

@yourfavepookiebear

@ur-daily-inspiration

[aceofheartsssss]

AAAAA THX FOR TAGGING ME @julihehe

I absolutely LOVE picrews, they’re so fun to me- I love that it’s called “little guy maker” that’s so cute?! 😭

I made mine into me, so, Ace, the lil simping demon~

imma tag…

@tinydefector

@cyberrose2001

@desertrosesmetaldune

@botmilf

(I feel like Tiny’s lil goober would look great in this style ⬆️)

[tinydefector]

Thank you for the Tag Ace ^^ Here's my little Goober and this be how I look out working with the horses

Gonna tag @ladyofnegativity @lovenotcomputed @delectableworm @mskenway97

If you guys wanna join in.

[mskenway97]

Thanks for the tag!

I will tag: @ikkosu @callsign-relic @fiber-optic-alligator @tripleglitchwriting @desertrosesmetaldune @lovenotcomputed if want join to do

[tripleglitchwriting]

Ooo guy!! Little guy!!