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[vee-king]

I guess I should finally do an introduction post

Heads up, if you reblog/like/comment on anything of mine, I will look at your account >:)

HEY!🖤

The name is Vee King, but you can call me Vee! I'm a 20 yr old genderfluid (he/him preferably.) I've been here for a couple years now, just actually only recently started posting more consistently

Mdni is advised, because I can post suggestive, and do occasionally reblog NSFW content

Current hyperfixtion;

My fandoms include

Transformers

Cookie Run Kingdom

Rimworld

Failboat

Minecraft (specifically Calvin and DanTDM)

Animal Crossing

Pokemon

Cult of the Lamb

Majority of horror media and content

Kirby

Legend of Zelda

And a bunch of other things I'm forgetting rn

My tags

#Veeking Rambles ; My random rambles about my fandoms and thoughts

#Veeking Reblogs ; as the name states, reblogs

#Veeking Rant ; Rants about things ranging to serious or not

#Veeking Art ; all my art I've posted on this main blog

My sideblogs are;

@fanatictf My transformers fanfiction corner (mostly X reader fanfiction)

@vigil-is-here OC blog for roleplaying

Nice meeting ya! Enjoy my stupidity if ya want 🖤💙💜

[vee-king]

So as we know, all the Stunticons suffer from a mental disorder/illness. I see people dive into what Breakdown, Dead End, literally all the Stunticons suffer from; BUT MOTORMASTER. That's partly because I think people, inherently boil him down to an abuser and ignore that he mostly likely has Anti-social Personality Disorder.

Motormaster is often acting in his own interests, yes he might follow Megatron's order but that's because it favors the Stunticon himself. Any chance he gets to kill Optimus, is something he favors and wants. Outside of that, he shows a lack of care for anyone and everything else. That's not narcissism, if he was suffering from narcissism, he'd be playing the social game like Starscream does, trying to get others to favor him, over others, yet Motormaster doesn't care to play that game. Even sees it as a waste of time.

He doesn't care about anyone outside of his circle of Stunticons and high command, because, unlike the people he interacts with, they serve no purpose for him. Even then, he shows a lack of care to those above him in command, he most definitely doesn't care about rules if they don't serve him. Soundwave, Starscream, and even occasionally Megatron, struggle to get Motormaster to listen to them; all the Stunticons do, but Motormaster is actually the largest offender. And we all know he is abusive to his gestalt!

I'm not diagnosed, but I've done a fair amount of research and even watched videos of Anti-social people talking about their experiences with the disorder and how they try to cope and minimize their behaviors and Motormaster honestly fits the bill from what I've read and seen.

Please do not take this as a complete explanation of people with these disorders. Everyone is different, and experiences are different, especially when it comes to the world of mentalities.

[signedbrutus]

It's time for me to request from you >:3 

Maybe something about meeting after a long separation with Trepan and Siren (or with anyone else at your discretion)

Show me all your love for Siren!

Reunited

In which you return to your partner's side after the war forced you two apart.

Characters ── Atomizer [IDW] | Crosscut [IDW] | Motormaster [IDW] | Siren [IDW] | Trepan [IDW]

Reader is ── Gender Neutral | Cybertronian Story is ── Romantic | Headcanons + Drabbles

Warnings ── N/A

Atomizer

✦ ── The destruction of Kimia was the destruction of all hope Atomizer had that you'd come back. Escaping the exploding facility meant leaving all traces of you he still had behind. You'd left long before it was attacked, declared missing in action, but he'd hoped if he stayed where he was, you'd find your way back to him.

✦ ── Atomizer doesn't do 'moving on' very easily. He is dedicated to you. He will wait, even if it's hopeless. Since the two of you worked for Brainstorm on Kimia, he decides to follow the scientist onto the Lost Light.

✦ ── Imagine his surprise when, on some random side quest, he finds you'd been saved and taken in by the Circle of Light. Whatever insane luck this is, he takes it. He's sweeping you into his arms and not letting go until you're tapping out.

✦ ── Attached to your hip for a good amount of time following your reuniting. He acts nonchalant about it, but he still feels shame for not being able to find you. You had nearly died, and it was only thanks to luck they found you in time.

✦ ── Enjoys telling you about all the news on the ship. What's happened since takeoff, who else is onboard, and the best drinks at Swerve's. Wants to engrain you into the culture of it and get you comfortable. Keeping you safe may or may not fuel his dislike for Rodimus later on...

"I'd feel a lot better if you kept something on you other than a sword to keep you safe. This ship can be unpredictable." Atomizer cleared his vents, walking alongside you to his habsuite.

He was helping you carry some of your things as you finally got clearance to share a habsuite with him.

"Trust me, I do!" Once you set a stack of datapads at the foot of your recharge slab, you reached for the sword on your back. When it released from its holding mechanism, the sword began to transform into a sleek compound bow.

"I refitted the crossbow you gifted me into this! Of course, I had to compromise on the 'cross' part to make the components work with a sword..." Atomizer nearly dropped everything he was holding, engine rumbling.

"I'm madly in love with you."

"Eh?"

Crosscut

✦ ── Both being senators on Cybertron, the two of you had gotten used to seeing one another constantly, more than you were apart. When the war started, that all changed. Being stretched across the galaxies in the beginnings of an awful war made it impossible to stay in contact.

✦ ── The only way he knew you were still online was if he heard your name in passing. Sometimes, if he were lucky, he might have met someone who worked alongside you so he could get some kind of update on your life. From what he gathered, you were a lot more battle-intensive than him.

✦ ── He never expected you to be there at Megatron's trial. He should have, but somewhere deep within his processor he'd started to worry you might have gone offline. But there you were, waiting patiently for him when the Lost Light landed.

✦ ── Ever the dramatist, Crosscut's lifting you up into his arms and spinning you around in front of the whole crew. He doesn't care who can see. This moment is nothing short of inspirational to him.

✦ ── You'd mentioned hearing about his plays, how happy you were he was finally taking up being a playwright, and how he'd joined the infamous Lost Light crew. Some part of him was envious that you'd managed to find out so much about him; if not guilty he hadn't looked harder for news about you.

"Is this based on us?" You had another datapad in your servos, already halfway through the first act.

"Of course it is. Most of them are." Despite the guard covering his mouth, you could see the way his optics smiled from across the table.

You were finally taking the time to get through each play. Not all had been published, and some had never crossed your desk in your time apart.

It was nice to be together, doing something other than work.

"Surely not 'My Shovel, Your Face,' though?" You leaned forward, smile indicative of your teasing.

"Surely not. That'd be ridiculous! But you are a major character."

Motormaster

✦ ── It comes as a surprise to the Stunticons when you appear one cycle, hand on Motormaster's shoulder, with a warm smile. They're pretty sure you're about to get your helm ripped off.

✦ ── No such thing occurs. Instead, you are pulled against his frame so quickly the clash of metal indicates you've both just scratched your paint to all hell. But what does that matter? It's been tens of thousands of years since you last saw one another. Thousands since you last spoke. Hundreds since you last messaged.

✦ ── Being a gestalt, let alone the leader, means he has no 'private' life from the Stunticons. He cannot go where he wants, especially not as a soldier. Menasor is needed. You, in your more technical skills, were kept far from the battlegrounds.

✦ ── He is gruff, cold, and blunt even with you. But he grips your servo tightly, keeps your frame close, and will severely damage any teammate of his who so much as looks at you wrong.

✦ ── Doesn't feel the need to 'make up' for lost time. No time is lost so long as you two are Conjunx, even if it is not spent side by side. Knowing you were out there was all he needed to maintain his will to lead and fight. The only reason Menasor fights not just to win, but to survive. All from his will to see you again, however long that is.

It was surprisingly difficult to keep up with the semi-truck as he raced along uneven terrain, the growl of his engine drowning out your own. He was made for this kind of thing, while you certainly weren't.

"I might have to walk from here, Motormaster." Your voice excited this radio, his tires screeching to a halt as your own got stuck in the half-molten tar of the planet's surface. You were forced to transform, trying to pull yourself out of the muck.

"What's the point in having such a useless alt mode?" The mech grumbled, backing up until his wheels hit the back of your knees, making them buckle until you fell back onto the deck plate.

"Motormaster!" Chains hooked themselves around your peds, pulling you from the muck without any struggle.

Unfortunately for you, they continued upwards until you were fully strapped onto him.

"Motomaster, let me off!" All you got in reply was a chuckle, and the mech took off in the same direction, this time with you in tow.

Siren

✦ ── The two of you were separated halfway into the war. Dreadfully, it had been sudden and without warning. One cycle, you were in the same squadron. Next, he was told you'd been relocated as apart of an emergency effort.

✦ ── He's waiting to hear from you. Then starts looking for any signs of you. But two million years of nothing convince him that maybe you've gone offline. He once told you that when the war was over, he'd perform the Conjunx Ritus for you. Siren holds himself to that, refusing to perform the Ritus for anyone else.

✦ ── You can imagine his surprise when just after Megatron's trial, he bumps into you on the Lost Light, escorting Megatron to Rung's office. He's louder than he's ever been, screaming as he grabs onto you to make sure you're real.

✦ ── And you are. And you seem just as happy to see him, but far less shocked. Turns out you were sent as a spy, and you'd been working along the Decepticon Elite most of your time apart. Is he proud? Of fucking course! And now he's telling everyone on board how cool his (soon to be) Conjunx is!

✦ ── There's a certain hurt that comes with not being told, but he understands spy efforts require such secrecy. He's far more happy to see you than upset, that stupid grin stretched across his face. Much to everyone else's annoyance, he's only gotten louder with you back at his side.

"SOUNDWAVE? THE SOUNDWAVE?!" Siren jumped up from his seat, nearly bumping his face into yours. You laughed with his enthusiasm.

After being kicked from Swerve's for being too noisy, and then the halls for being loud, the two of you are now in the oil reservoir, far from anyone's unwanting audio receptors.

"I hadn't expected it either! Prowl had me fitted with a processor scraper so he could only read the thoughts we wanted him to. But I was still pretty nervous he would find me out." Being a spy and integrating with the cons was always nerve-wracking work, though. "The trick is to stand out on purpose."

"You're amazing," Siren vented, his voice the quietest you'd heard all day. Reaching forward, you placed your servo against the side of his helm.

"I had great inspiration."

Trepan

✦ ── It was his fault you two never crossed paths, and he accepts that as a flaw of his own nature. The New Institute needed him, and he couldn't tell anyone he was close to where he'd be or what he would be doing. Especially not the one he loved most.

✦ ── But he continued his work in hope that whatever it was he was doing behind the scenes, no matter how sinister, would help you out there in the main battle. Thankfully, he not only heard of you, but he'd also see you in the memories of some he poked and prodded at.

✦ ── Your reuniting with him is chaotic. He's nearly offline in a medical facility in backwater areas of the galaxy he'd been held in by Overlord. Someone was sent to kill him, and someone was sent to save him. In the end, his near-lifeless corpse was brought to you just in time.

✦ ── He's in the best care under your tools. No longer the medic in training he knew so long ago, you're now the head medic in a facility dedicated to saving mechs like him. Mechs had little to nothing left to salvage. When he finally wakes, he could have sworn he was in the afterspark, seeing your optics looking right back at him.

✦ ── If he could hug you, thank you, kiss you, and apologize to you, he would. But for now, he remains unable to move as you slowly nurture him back to health. For the first time in a long time, he is the patient. Trepan, for only a moment, wonders if he deserved to be treated so kindly after all he's done.

"Good morning, Trepan." Your voice took time for his audio receptors to interpret, optics lighting up to see you stood over him. Light was filtering in through a window in the room, giving your plating a warm glow.

His racing processor relaxed, pausing its self-repairs to bask in your company.

"That's a saying on Earth, the planet we're on. I can't wait for you to really get out of this room and see it. The views are beautiful, and the inhabitants are very lovely." Your servos were already working on one of his, doing the tedious work of rebuilding his mnemosurgery interfacing tools.

"You're doing an impressive job reworking your processor. I can see all the progress you're making. Keep it up." Every word out of you was an encouragement for him to hang on.

He could hardly wait to move again. To stop being your patient and go back to being your partner.

Author's Note ── I have never struggled so much finding pics for my banner EVER. Motormaster just gets pretty pictures to frame his evil face.

SO NICE TO SEE YOU, CASTOR!!! I was hoping you would request <3 I included some others you mentioned liking for funsies.

[vee-king]

What I find interesting is that; Menasor, no matter who makes up his limbs, it's Motormaster who makes Menasor who he is.

You can't have Menasor without Motormaster! The shared hatred from the limbs to the torso is what makes him unstable, makes him crazy. Which is why no matter who you put where. If they hate Motormaster you're getting Mensor!

Other combiners if you change components, even just one, you run the chance of getting a new combiner with a slight difference. Except with Mensor! That hatred is what literally makes him, the need to destroy comes from Motormaster and the hatred and fear he creates in those he perceives below him.

Menasor will always be Mensor as long as Motormaster is an afthole and abuses others that combine with him. Motormaster has a larger effect on his gestalt than I feel people realize; He has more control over others than he shows either.

Motormaster will forever be my favorite, because despite his behavior and what his boiled down too. His still nuanced in a way that can't be erased or rewritten!

[aurora-explorer]

Uhmmm leg reveal igggg

TFA Soundwave my son

[j4c0b-the-wr3tch3d]

rb if your blog is not at all a safe space for these red flags

(image: dreamsexual (the mc/yt one), zoophilia, p3d0philia/maps, aams)

FYI the red-yellow flag is AAM aka adult-attracted minors. Same effects as a MAP.

For clarification, I am aware Dreamsexual COULD be a troll, although some people in the Dream community took it into serious matters

This is not reblog bait!!! Boo!!!! Scary!!!!!

[morningmightcomebyaccident]

Replied to a recent comment on a fic that I wrote years ago and then took the time to revisit previous comments and I say this with complete sincerity:

Leaving a comment on a fic provides compounding delight. Authors will love initially receiving a comment, will love later recalling this and that particular aspect of a comment, and they will love rereading comments and being reminded how readers enjoyed the work.

Comments are not a one-time act of kindness and consideration. They keep giving.

Thank you to those who take the time to give a nice word, describe an excited reaction, point out favorite parts, and generally let it be known that not only has the work been read but it had some effect. :)

[aurora-explorer]

I don't know what bit me

[fanatictf]

The Stunticons when they like you, more than they should!

Cybertronian!reader X Stunticons (Motormaster, Drag Strip, Dead End, Breakdown, Wild Rider)

Note;. This can be read as yandere or normal; Stunticons aren't sane to begin with. We know this

Suggestiveness

Headcanons

Motormaster

Silence, pure and utter silence from him

Everyone knows something is up, because that's very unlike Motormaster to be that quiet

His finding any excuse to be near you, maybe even touch you, but he doesn't push that often

Helm always tilted down in your presence, unless you talk directly to him

Not to mention; he can't help his engine revving, loudly, when you do acknowledge him; always makes it sound like he's angry, he's not.

Eventually he breaks and claims you for himself...

Drag Strip

Flirt, massive flirt alert

Always around you and trying to talk, no matter what else is going on

Boasting about his skills and trying to just woe you

If you're a grounder like him, his proposing to you to see who is faster; if you're a flyer, he's trying to convince you to help him do some tricks

If anyone interrupts him, and steals your attention, he acts like a kicked puppy

Please just give him a chance! Just one; all he wants!

Dead End

The only one you can't really tell... like at all

Already assigned himself that he has no chance with you; doesn't stop himself from trying though

He definitely lingers around you, but that's the only oddity

In his processor though, a bunch of thoughts roam

"Such a pretty paint job," "talented as ever," "they'd never like you back." Just to list a few

Can't help himself, and eventually tries to pursue you

Breakdown

Breakdown, has a... breakdown over it at first

He first believed it was you, that had been hunting him down; why all of sudden are his thoughts filled with you?!

That quickly changed when he saw you stretch and your seams got exposed barely; oh boy!

Finding excuses to be on a mission with you, even if the Stunticons are not needed, he's finding a way!

Doesn't want you getting hurt. Can't have you getting hurt! Paranoia be damned!

Understands a relationship between you and him will definitely take time and he's patient!

WildRider

Good luck; because you aren't escaping him

Always flirting, always touching, doesn't care where you are, HE'S GETTING AS CLOSE AS HE CAN!

Doesn't care if you start yelling or psychically fight him; your attention is on him!

Gets much more antsy if you aren't nearby, to the point others have to literally hold him still so he doesn't go bolting off to find you

It's so bad, the Stunticons are actually asking you to give Wildrider a chance. They can't stand him like this!

If you accept? that's entirely up to you.

[hammertrain]

[vee-king]

FantaticTF main blog here

Love the art!

[vee-king]

How Motormaster should've looked in Transformers Animated

My reasoning for my choices!

Arm tailpipes, a way to make a big entrance after hopping through a cloud of smog (his supposed to be ring leader!) this can also just help obscure him in general

Made him have his g1 pallet (mostly) green is not his color!

Semi again, because I hated the fact his body was just Optimus's

Made him bigger; his whole thing is destruction and being "larger than life" in his personality

[vee-king]

Alright, Swindle needs some glazing because this fandom seems to have forgotten a crucial detail about this mech. HIS FAR FROM ALL TALK! DUDE HAS NO PROBLEM TO AIM HIS SCATTER BLASTER AND FIRE THE MOMENT YOU TURN AGAINST HIM.

SMILE GONE! HIS SMOOTH TALKING REPLACED WITH THREATS AND ACTION. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! WRITERS, BRING IN THE FACT SWINDLE LOVES COMBAT JUST AS MUCH AS HE LOVES MONEY! HIS A COMBATICON FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!

[vee-king]

YES, YES! YOU GET IT; in fact you seem to get me a lot!

Swindle is dangerous, strong, and smart. He uses his friendliness to throw others off! HIS NAME IS SWINDLE AFTER ALL!

Also, thank you! My favorite comes from me liking smart and dangerous characters. Motormaster and Swindle happen to fit that bill perfectly!

[revelverse]

Hello! I beg you, can I request something tender with Motormaster <3 He may be rude most of the time, but quiet moments of tenderness with him must be the most incredible! 

Just imagine this fierce bot wrapping you in a silent embrace and kissing you tenderly on the forehead, it must be so damn comfortable😩

I can try! 🔞 MDNI Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Warm

Motormaster x Reader

• Clearing his vents as his engines rumble aggressively, he steps inside his habsuite and as soon as he spots you leaning slightly where you’re sitting on the berth with your back against the wall, a book open in your lap, his irritation just falls away. Because you’d tried to wait up for him. Shutting the door behind himself, he crosses to you and reaches. Servos brushing your warm body as you make a soft noise in your sleep. Carefully gathering you up in a hand, he fixes your nest of blankets and pillows and eases you back down in it.

• And he’s putting a knee on the berth to climb up as he mass shifts. Kneeling beside you, he eases down facing you and his servos ghost against your cheek, cupping your face in his hand. Smiling crookedly when your sleepy eyes open, he brushes a servo against your bottom lip. “Couldn’t even manage to stay awake and wait for me?” He growls as you softly snort at him. ‘You’re the one that’s late,’ you counter on a yawn and he brushes a kiss against your forehead, feeling you wiggle closer, a thigh sliding against him.

• “You’ve seen what I have to work with,” he says, servos tracing softly over your face as his optics study you like he’s mapping you out. Trying to memorize you. Tugging at his chassis, he clears his vents to wash warm air over you even as he shifts to straddle you. “You’re tired,” he adds, the words not quite a question as he settles himself between your thighs. ‘I missed you.’ Reaching up, you pull him down and he lets you. His mouth covering yours in a slow slide.

• Tasting you when you open up for him, his glossa strokes against your tongue while he lazily rocks his hips against you. Teasing you both since you’re still dressed, but he can smell you. Can tell the exact klik your scent shifts to liquid heat and need. Growling when you break away to pull in deep breath, his mouth brushes against the corner of yours. Along your jaw before his denta graze your soft throat. “You missed me?” He demands, spike stirring and aching to release. Wanting to strip and claim you. Wanting you to say it again.

• “You know I did,” you whisper, clutching him to you as his mouth peppers kisses and bites against you. ‘Then say it,’ he growls and you hook a thigh against his hip to make him rumble louder. “Did you miss me?” You retort and he presses a soft bite against your neck. Squirming at the feel of his spike releasing and pressurizing between your bodies, his optics are wicked as he pushes up slightly to look down at you. And you’re reaching to pull him back down as one of his arms squirms under you and he presses his face against your neck. But even with his words muffled against you, you still hear him admit he missed you as he holds you close.

[vee-king]

Alright, Swindle needs some glazing because this fandom seems to have forgotten a crucial detail about this mech. HIS FAR FROM ALL TALK! DUDE HAS NO PROBLEM TO AIM HIS SCATTER BLASTER AND FIRE THE MOMENT YOU TURN AGAINST HIM.

SMILE GONE! HIS SMOOTH TALKING REPLACED WITH THREATS AND ACTION. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! WRITERS, BRING IN THE FACT SWINDLE LOVES COMBAT JUST AS MUCH AS HE LOVES MONEY! HIS A COMBATICON FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!

[aurora-explorer]

SHOT INTO SEA

Sari looked at a poster in Optimus' room, the poster was very pretty, and on it, there was a femme with a white frame, the poster was a drawing with no outlines, and for the background there was a bright yellow and orange striped pattern.

The femme was holding a flag, the space bridge repair crews' flag and on top, there was the caption: "fly high, miss Aurora prime" on Cybertronian letters.

The poster was clearly old and slightly withered, but it's colors were still bright.

Sari felt like she had seen that femme before, so her searched started. Bumblebee's room went first and she found some cyber pens with the same caption,

The next was bulkhead, who had some pretty old paintings about her standing next to some other bots.

Prowl... Had nothing of her...

And ratchet... Well he caught her.

"What are you doing here, Sari?"

"I-i nothing!"

She said a little too nervously.

"Mhm, what are you here for?"

"I... Well I saw a poster with this lady bot... Her name is Aurora prime... I was wondering if you had anything of her?"

"You curious?"

"Well yeah! She seems important"

"She used to discover planets for us to settle into, basically, she allowed us Cybertronian to mass colozine other planets"

"Woahhh! And what happened to her?"

"She retired to a nice blue planet with beaches"

"Woah!!! I wanna move to the beach too- oh hi Optimus!!"

"Hello, Sari"

Sari happily ran out, without a care in the world.

"Do you think... She did that?"

"Honestly.... I hope that's what happened"

7 years later... Planet 4546B was destroyed by the war ....

2 months later... An un-identified object reached Earth's orbit,

2 weeks later, the object fell into the ocean, creating large waves.

2 days later, the object was pulled out of the sea with the help of the autobots and costal police.

2 hours from that... Optimus and ratchet have just started at the now identified Cybertronian Aurora prime... Who'se once pristine plates are now adorned with barnacles and rust.

Her frame now sports bite marks... And both of her pedes are missing.

She is unresponsive.

To say that the people were confused was an understatement. Optimus had to go in public and explain the situation.

"As many of you know, an accident happen. A Cybertronian crashed into the ocean, and uh... I know you have questions about her... Unfortunately, she is not here to clarify them, so I will try to do this as best as possible"

A chorus of voices and questions echoed, Optimus raised his servos asking for silence, pointing at a woman that was with the press.

"Optimus prime, sir, who is this new Cybertronian?"

"Her designation is Aurora prime, she... Uh... She had gone missing 15 vorns ago after she went to explore a planet that was 95% water.

She was presumed offline and... Any attempts at contacting her stopped"

A man quickly took the chance to speak

"Is she going to recover?"

"Lucky for everyone, the rust damage she has is only superficial and has practically been kept out of her internals"

A voice rose through the bunch

"ARE YOU GUYS PLANNING TO INVADE EARTG BY SETTLING ON IT?"

"Well... That's a mean thing to say, we don't really have interest on this planet, mostly because there is no energon here, but we do need to find a way to stop the decepticons before we do"

A woman decided to lift up the mood with a question of her own

"Who was Aurora prime? Like... What did she do before going missing"

Optimus expression softened before he looked away, recalling some things.

"Well... She was an astronaut, a scientist, a teacher, she wasn't exactly one, but she helped around with politics... Uh, she was way too many things, and trust me, it's not normal for our kind to stick to such a vast amount of jobs.

Uh... She helped perfect space bridges too, she... Tried to stay away from the war"

"For how long was she missing?"

"I already answered that, 15 vorns... Which is about 15 human years and you-probably-didint-know-how....much...a vorn is"

Optimus placed his servo on his forehelm.

"Are you going to be okay?"

The crowd parted ways for a small child who was on the front, Optimus looked at him.

"Things... Are getting messy.... And I am hoping that they will go better but... I will be okay"

Optimus gave a soft smile... Unfortunately, the moment was interrupted by a tall shadow being casted over everyone, a figure so big, Optimus mistook it for megatron, he raised his servos for a fight, turning around and seeing grey plates.... But the frame was different... And it was just Aurora with her paint stripped off

"Hi Optimus, ratchet told me you would be here, you have grown so much" she picked him up dangling him Infront of her

"I- shouldn't you be resting?"

"Optimus, I have been in recharge for 14 vorns.i am well rested and-"

She looked at the humans

"Oh dear"

"Oh- uh...that is the natal species of this planet... They call themselves humans and we were just talking about you please-put-me-down"

"Do they... Bite?"

She took a step back setting Optimus behind her, looking at the humans with a certain caution

"Uh no, why would you think that?"

"My last encounter with organic creatures on a planet with similar characteristics ended up with they trying to bite me"

"Oh"

"How was this planet?!"

A voice rang out from the crowd, and Optimus could see Aurora's frame puff up with excitement.

Aurora pulled out 3D scans of the multiple creatures from planet 4546B, going out on a long explanation on their biological characteristics of the strange creatures.

The conversation shifted into space bridges and before Optimus could stop her, she had pulled out a projection of a whiteboard... And she was now explaining the math behind this subject... Primus this was a public university lecture, all of this while just having woken up

"Aurora prime, please, uh... Please let's go back to base, you need to get your paint coat redone..."

"I don't mind the grey"

"Miss..."

Aurora prime and Optimus walked away, all of this while a crowd followed them, asking Aurora prime all kinds of questions which she tried to answer

Aurora prime had spent her sweet time with the autobots. To say that everyone on Cybertron was shocked was an understatement.

Aurora chose to stay on earth with team prime to "re-learn the basics" plus, ratchet had already started her treatment.

When they found out about what happened... It was a mess... Aurora didn't answer questions regarding the matter, she just said what happened once. She.... Didn't seem to want to remember it...

Christmas rolled around, snow fell, she loved it, curling up under the snow and letting herself be buried under it, some humans even helping with the task by shovelling her full, children climbed on her and slid down, the sleepiness of wintertime leaving her recharging out in public... Humans loved her, she loved children, she loved science, she loved progress.

It was clear in a silent sorta way that... She wanted her sparkling back... Her baby... She clearly was still grieving the situation, not that she had time to process it in the first place...

Surprisingly... Her team didn't call her back...

Falling into recharge, falling... Under ... The water

#######: "GET OFF OF ME"

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THE COLDNESS ETERNAL THAT SUCKS YOU BELLOW... UNDER DEEP. UNDER. DEEP. WATER. COLD. COLD. COLD. YOUR SERVOS

####: "your servos are so cold! Hehe!"

#######: "FRAG OFF!!"

Aurora opened her optics... Getting up and going back to base.

Sari was there... The techno-organix immediately started rambling on and on and about...

Aurora didn't really get it.

Until she saw... Them.... Little... Bits... Blue and yellow metal, Sari scrambled away... Aurora stood still... Sparklings...

Sparkling.... So shiny!

So... Bright

Sari: "AURORA!! RUN!!! THAT'S SOUNDWAVE!!!"

"huh?"

Aurora didn't seem to care pulling the bunch of little blue bits into her servos... They broke... Like glass, crumbled to bits...

Aurora heard sari say something... Something along the lines of "yay!" But... It was... A blurr.

They were gone.

They left...

Did they leave?

Had she hurt them?

**"Aurora!"**

**"Aurora!!!"**

"Are you okay?"

Sari clung to Aurora's thigh, looking up at her... The femme slowly turned towards her.

"I am"

"We have got to save the others! Soundwave has them! Come on!"

Aurora got up, flickers of a black frame echoing through her mind, regret regret ...

She should have done what was best...

Sari and Aurora stood Infront of the rest of the team, their optics red with hate, besides them, a small army of robots.

Aurora's optics were set on Soundwave... Oh dear... He was so small... So .. tiny... Basically a child...

Aurora and sari bravely fought against the decepticon, managing to break his though outer armor, freeing the rest of team prime from his control and turning Detroit back it it's peaceful state...

But Soundwave wasn't destroyed; in her grief eternal, Aurora could fix him, save him, she could redeem herself, make something right... Help... Help Soundwave... Cradling the small toy on her servos with gentleness, she found herself alone staring down at the con, coolant dwelling up in her optics, falling at his sides, tears so big he had to dodge them...

He could use this...

He can work with this....

[vee-king]

As a Motormaster fan, I've noticed people often forget a detail about this monster of a truck. HIS SMART AND OBSERVANT! Yes his abusive, yes he wants to be king of the roads, YES HE LETS HIS STRENGTH SPEAK FOR HIM!

Yet, when push comes to shove he knows how to slow down and think things through, know how to assess a situation and conquer it without fail (we don't acknowledge autobot plot armor here!) his not only terrifying because of his strength, but because he knows how to be logical and calculating! That's why the Stunticons are dangerous. Without Motormaster, they'd probably be a hot mess or never get anything down.

[vee-king]

[vee-king]

Me trying to find Motormaster X reader, that isn't my own writing, only to find next to fucking nothing