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This was my first tfa scribbles ever, but I hated how they turned out. I know I’ll never finish them, though, so frag it. Here they are.
Context is Optimus stealing the hearts of the Decepticons after he officially becomes Megatron’s courting obsession and fully accepts his new role.
Shockwave was in this, but also stuffed into a corner, suffering Optimus’ kindness. I’ll spare you.
Optimus/Megatron/Strika/Lugnut
With Optimus as the littlest little spoon in existence. Help him.
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🌟Optimus can’t deny that’s he’s.... ‘intrigued’ by the very surprising relationship he’s noticed between Megatron and his subordinates- Strika and Lugnut.
The terrifying femme tolerated nonsense even less than Megatron did, and her attitude matched Lugnut’s serious and straightforward approach to... everything, quite well. Learning they were conjunxed was easy to accept. Quite a fitting pair they made.
Curiously, though, Megatron had apparently wedged himself into the mix- Well, no. No, Optimus supposed the *truth* was more likely that Megatron had effortlessly attracted the attention of the two with his dangerous charisma, as well as by their sheer devotion to the glorious mech and his cause.
However they came to be, Optimus continued to struggle and fail to look anywhere else but at the thunderous trio when they were all in the room together.
Who could possibly ignore the flicker in Megatron’s optics when Strika *shamelessly* took him by the hips and swayed?
How Megatron spread a palm down her chest and followed it towards that thick waist, cinched the infuriatingly slightest bit at the middle.
What else was he supposed to think about when Lugnut practically jumped out of his chassis when he was invited over by an expectant pair of searing red optics, beckoning him to come enthusiastically grope at his partners? Of Megatron knocking his hips back into a fretfully sincere Lugnut, eager with what to explore of his talented, striking leader first?
No matter how brief and easy to miss the moments were, how could he look anywhere else?
He’d become completely entranced by the displays since his fist accidental viewing of their wandering servos in a secluded corridor. The surreality of it... the shock that they would do something so publicly only subdued by the fact that most war frames he’d come to know thus far seemed right at home making private berthroom matters public.
The prospect of the interactions between them away from prying eyes -like Optimus’, for example- thrilled the smaller bot. What did they get up to when he wasn’t there to see it? When no one was? How did they balance themselves between one another- how did they *share*?
Optimus hadn’t imagined being thrust into this position as enacting mediator -and essentially ‘babysitter’- so soon into a truce. Or ever, considering the constant disrespect he received from Autobot high command of his competent capabilities. But here he was-
And here he was being a lecher about it, too.
A young bot without an ounce of the experience or fortitude of these giant war frames, leering at them from over his datapads and morning energon rations.
He honestly, foolishly thought he hit rock bottom when he was sentenced to captain of a repair crew.
And maybe wistfully dreaming about the possibilities of ‘Cons treating each other like genuine, doting lovers in the privacy of their quarters *would* have been the true end of his disgrace... *If* he hadn’t been *caught* doing so by one of the mechs in question.
“Something Ultra Magnus wants to bring to my attention, Autobot?”
Optimus barely restrained himself from jumping at the sound of that baritone voice, draped across his throne. It wouldn’t due for Megatron to think he finally had some power over him, but especially during peace time when he was expected to roll over and keep tensions low.
He’d raise hell whenever he very well wanted, because it was always only ever deserved in Megatron’s case.
“No.”
“Then keep your optics to yourself.” The ex war lord sneered. Tapping a claw against his thigh.
Optimus instantly knew what he was referring to- apparently Megatron had caught him staring at the lingering touch of his servo along the low of Strika’s backstrut during their little briefing.
Optimus turned a vibrant color and whirled away to shield his face with his datapad. Pretending in earnest to take notes all at once.
Megatron, thoroughly confused, watched his wiggling finials curiously.
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Lugnut was marginally less aware of Optimus’ staring, sitting through his evening fueling with his bonded at his side, basking in the almost imperceptible stroke of her fingers about his hip joint -apparently Strika’s favorite place on a mech. Totally oblivious to the optics watching them from afar.
Lugnut sat the whole course, murmuring in a way that Optimus had thought impossibly quiet for the boisterous ‘Con, unaware of his prying stare. Occasionally Lugnut leant in to return a touch to Strika’s powerful bicep in quiet awe of his lover’s strength- repaid tenfold by her following an assault on a certain part of him that was out of Optimus’ range of sight. Earning Lugnut’s approving growl.
Out of Optimus’ sight, yes. But goodness, could he imagine.
He turned a color he doubted he’d ever had before, shocked to the core at no end by the boldness of war types.
And then his luck ran dry, as it often did, and Optimus was left inhaling and choking on his cube from a few tables away when a piercing optic swept over him, looking him up and down.
Lugnut was bound to notice him eventually, and Optimus visibly paled.
Lugnut, who’d never learned of subtlety or patience, or letting small perceived slights on his person go, rose from his seat in his full glory and threw a servo towards Optimus -who nearly slipped down onto his aft, he’d gone so tense.
“You! Autobot! Explain your fixation for my mate and I at once!”
Optimus desperately fought for practically to override embarrassment. Explaining himself articulately and quickly would end the confrontation in a timely manner and reduce any further embarrassment.
Only he had nothing to say for himself. He *was* staring and he....supposed he *was* fixating.
So lying was the only option he had enough working processor power to think of at the moment, and it was never his forte -or his preferrence.
But desperate times...
“I wasn’t, I- I wasn’t looking at you.” He forced the waver from his voice.
Strika had never looked at him like *that* before, but back on Earth, Lugnut had looked like he wanted to kill him plenty, so that was normal.
“I was just thinking to myself, and-and I let my optics wander. It had nothing to do with yo-“
“Such weak lies!” Lugnut bellowed, forcing all optics in the near vincity that Optimus had been struggling to ignore to turn back on him in question.
“Your faceplates are flushed! You’ve been *watching* our coupling- your Autobot gaze is *unworthy*!”
Optimus thought he might faint from the head rush of Energon to his face.
Lugnut was nano-kliks away from revving his engine to the point of exhaustion, he was so loud.
And Optimus had no one to blame but himself...
“I- I’m so sorry!” He yelped, effectively damning himself and confirming the unfortunate truths Lugnut spoke.
He bolted out of his seat and speed walked -because he was definitely *not* running away right now, he *wasn’t*- to his designated quarters.
The few others who’d been present for the show parted way.
He didn’t know if he felt better or worse for having some of their sympathy.
——- ——-
“Jou judge our velationship unfairly. Vut does an Autobot know about the affairs of ‘Cons?”
Optimus, having lost himself in another hour of the report he was making back to Cybertron -as if they’d read it- felt his spark nearly extinguish.
He answered before he even turned to face her, desperate to avoid another skirmish like last time.
“Nothing- absolutely nothing, ma’am. *Commander*.”
And he’d never claimed to.
All he ever claimed was that feeling pinned to his pathetic little place in the command center of his single desk and monitor by a sweltering hot war frame at his back was the stuff of nightmares.
He was no coward -hideously humiliated by his recurring run ins with this particularly enchanting femme or not- and found a handful left of his old brazen self to dare and stand. Turning to face her in the few inches between his desk and her chassis. In his pathetic little cubby, he had nowhere to run. Which he definitely did *not* do last time.
Strika had earned his direct and honest respect around the time he started tracing Megatron’s digits across her supple thigh, anyway. He would at least give her this much. A small, unknowing, apology.
“Hm. So explain now vhy you stare at my berthmates so incessantly.”
Good lord.
Optimus’ finials flattened and pinched the slightest bit pink at their tips. Sharp as a whip, Strika would no doubt have realized she was chasing her prey into a corner at the sight- which meant the pounce would soon follow.
“Are they- I don’t, um... I don’t think I-I do that, ma’am.”
A furious lie- maybe he was much more inclined to lying when his opponent was the grizzly, gargantuan Strika, then.
“Oh?” She said, almost sounding rather amused by that. Where as Megatron’s approach was cruel sarcasm and Lugnut’s blatant fury, Strika’s must be the sort where the femme enjoyed to play with her food until it had thoroughly humiliated itself and was good and tender.
Optimus bit his bottom lip, Energon confusingly rushing from place to place and blotching his frame in a colorful hue.
Strika, sadly perceptive, but intrigued, was very forward about her thoughts on the display.
“Jou fluster easily. How quaint.”
Maybe she was using that word incorrectly. Or maybe she was being condescending.
Optimus was shushed from condemning himself further by a servo brushing at the tip of his audial fin and stroking it downward, silencing him immediately.
Time seemed to stretch on for light years as that digit stroked down towards his jaw, over to his chin, and grasped it in a firm hand to *lift*.
Back his helm went, face tilting towards the dim light above.
“Hmm. Gracious. Look how pretty.”
Strika stared down and Optimus stared back- wide optics and parted lips.
She turned to call to someone over her shoulder then.
“Don’t jou zink so, my Lord?”
Optimus, incapable of moving his helm, darted optics over to the blur of a dark figure with the light in his eyes, fast approaching behind her. Glaring red optics appearing curiously over her shoulder and seemingly out of nowhere.
Optimus went very still.
Silence followed, both mechs clearly unsure of themselves. Prompting Strika to encourage the lord in question a bit more.
“Lugnut caught him staring at us vile we shared our love.” The phrasing was purposely made whimsical and romantic.
As expected, it triggered a fresh, warm flush in the little mech’s faceplates.
“Zen he decided to vudely interrupt him, and ze poor thing ran away.”
Strika tutted sympathetically, and Optimus thought he might melt from embarrassment -or from gratefulness.
She leaned into Megatron’s side and murmured,
“He vas just enjoying ze show.”
Optimus made an aborted noise between a whine and something of protest.
But it was sadly all too true. He had been enjoying it... Save his spark, he needed therapy.
He hadn’t meant for it to go this far.
Optimus was just curious! He was just fascinated by the idea of these war scourges sharing affection, and trust, and loving whispers between one another. He was just floundering in the surreality of it- just unable to tear himself away from the amazing chance to witness war frames acting civilized and familiar. And careful and earnest. He was just...
He was just...
A little lonely....
Optimus remembered all too vividly his own mockery of a trine with Sentinel and Elita. He once had his own bots to come ‘home’ to- several soft hands touching him and hauling him into a heady embrace. Petting at his sensitive finials and kissing him goodnight.
The three of them against the world.
He was at a loss of how to process the three nefarious warriors’ own love triangle when he saw it for the first time, and never really learned how to move past it. Not in a way that was probably healthy.
He shouldn’t of poked his olfactory into their lives like this. He shouldn’t have assumed he was entitled to witness these things for himself, no matter how much he missed these moments in his old life.
“Hm. We should endeavor not to interrupt him next time.” Megatron finally spoke, snapping Optimus out of his daze.
Strika’s field bubbled and surged against the other two.
“Better yet, ve should *invite* him next time.”
Optimus didn’t dare to move, to ex vent or twitch or faint- or anything that would remind them of his presence down there beneath them. Pinned between them and his desk.
He didn’t even dare to hope- rather easy with fear and confusion muddling his processor.
There was no way that meant what he thought it did.
Megatron, however, had been seeming to test something in Strika with vague, careful words, and was seemingly *thrilled* all at once with the result it’d given him.
“Yes! Yes... hmm, I think you’re right.” He practically beamed, and it was so unlike the terror of Kaon he’d always known, Optimus wondered if he’d fallen through a black hole into another dimension this morning.
Optimus felt something uncomfortable stir in his belly and squashed it with a vengeance.
He was just projecting. He was just overthinking. He was just *imagining* things. He-
Megatron began to speak again over Strika hailing their third party on her comlink.
“I did have my suspicions, for some time mind you, but I never believed them to be true. That our little Autobot here was simply *shy*.”
Optimus flinched, spark in his throat.
“My, Optimus~ You should have told us you’d like an invitation sooner. I see no harm in another mech joining.”
“Especially vun so pretty.”
“Hmm, yes~ Right as always, Strika.”
‘I think there’s been a mistake’ was overruled by “Erm, um, um I-“ so Optimus promptly cut his rambling there.
The war frames focused their attention down on Optimus, trapped perfectly in their clutches. Delighting in his shuttering optics and trembling servo ‘trying’ to ‘pry’ Strika’s hand away from his chin to offer something like protest.
She mercifully lowered it away to rest on his collar, stroking down the expanse of his shoulder plating. Promising more fervent touch when the time was right again- which was horrifyingly, thankfully now.
Optimus steadied his gaze down to the third pair of pedes coming to fit themselves in with their partners’. Thick and green, and powerful enough to crush him with one stabilizer.
The gang was all here now, and Optimus waited for either that protest he’d attempted several times to make to finally come out, or the final nail in the coffin to be struck.
It was the latter, just his luck of course, as he could hear Megatron hum low into Lugnut’s audial that “Our curious little Prime would like an encore, Lugnut. My loyal subordinate~”
“An encore, my lord?”
“He vus most impressed with your prowess, conjunx. He vants to zee more.”
“Oh... He is?”
A large black servo, Megatron’s, cupped Optimus’ cheek in his palm and lifted his trembling gaze up once again to meet several starving, smoldering optics- angling his face towards Lugnut’s in particular. Strika resumed her gentle stroke down to his windshields, and all Optimus could do was stand and soak in the gentle touch to sensitive glass.
“Yes, Optimus simply suffers from a touch of shyness.” Megatron grinned -absolutely deplorable mech.
Optimus’ finials flicked in irritation. The effect dampened by the way he leant heavily into his tormentor’s servos.
“Won’t you show him there’s nothing to be nervous about?”
“Show him zere is plenty of jou to go around, and he needn’t vorry. Ve all get our due.”
Strika removed her warm palm to tug at a finial and prompt a full body shudder from Optimus’ painfully overclocked frame.
“Is simply time he got his.” She crooned.
“Primus.” Optimus effectively articulated.
Then someone he’d assumed would sooner smash him through the wall for insulting their dearest master at every available chance back on Earth had their mouth on his, purring happily and loudly at the way Optimus pliantly went slack against the desk behind him. Confirming that Lugnut’s prowess was truly as unmatched as this silly little Autobot had hoped -thank you for that humiliating assumption, Strika.
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if I could shame anybody in the world, it would be myself and Optimus. Oh, look at that, I just made a whole thing embarrassing us both.
I made this for that thing I wrote. Pick the color you like best.
Lol I only colored one thing
Bumblebee -too young and ungrateful to appreciate the new age peace with war and civil frames just quietly existing without bloodshed- blasting Nicki Minaj outside the Iacon plaza to destroy everyone who’s not an Earth Bots’ good day.
Blackarachnia, Soundwave, Bulkhead, Prowl, Swindle, Lockdown, Lugnut, Sunstorm, Ramjet, Optimus, Jazz, Ratchet, Megatron, Jettwins, Sari, Laserbeak, Starscream, Mixmaster, Blurr, Slipstream, Dirtboss, Scrapper, Sentinel (unwillingly), Skywarp, Wreck-Gar, Blitzwing, Grimlock, Thundercracker, Waspinator, Snarl, Ratbat, Omega Supreme, Swoop:
✨Let's go to the beach-each
Let's go get a wave
They say what they gonna say
Have a drink, clink, found the Bud Light
Bad bitches like me is hard to come by
BLITZTWING IM HIGH HEELS!!BLITZTWING IM HIGH HEELS!!BLITZTWING IM HIGH HEELS!! hE LOOKS SO GOOFY I LOVE HIM IN YOUR STYLE 🥹🥹🥹🥹💪
For anon and @toxxicpill for your nice words last night about my Blitzwing heel doodles ADAGSFZGV
Bonuses under cut for maximum thirst / boys being idiots
This is actually what I mean when I say post-war/peace era SKSLSKSKD
Ah. I really don’t post art a lot do I…
Here’s some silo doodles
I think silo and bumblebee would be great friends (not a ship)
Here’s a few tfa things, as well as some shockwave and starscream drawings because I was giving them swaggy designs
And finally, as a birthday gift and partially part of an art trade, here’s a transformers sona I had made for my buddy @atlattacus this was fun to do
That’s about all I have
I’m going to make a large comp of all my transformers refs here soon.
Oh hey btw if there’s a transformer, specifically from g1 or animated or prime that’d you’d like to see in my style, go nuts and leave a request in my ask box.
I made a few photo edits and finally decided to post them.
I ended up writing a thing because I thought on what Blitzwing’s first faceswap/state change thing played out, and after talking about it with some buddies on Discord, I wrote this.
After I was convinced to do so, I decided to post the MS Paint doodles I made over multiple voice calls I had with friends on Discord.
TFA Underground City AU Part 5 (Decepticons)
Megatron
- The warlord couldn’t comprehend how such a meager little Autobot could best him, HIM- in battle. There was no way any Autobot could’ve known about his blind spot. Unless this little Prime was the next Magnus-to-be but not even Ultra Magnus knew of his blind spot. He wasn’t familiar with the fighting style either. It was a mixture of that repulsive Autobot training and something more. He’s fascinated by the masked Prime even more by it.
- He tries spying on them but he was found out sooner than expected, by the scout no less. He swore those blue optics zeroed on his spy cam the moment he entered the room.
- He has a certain fascination towards the Tunnels Mechs, stories of them only grow rarer by the era and he’s seen the Tunnels Mechs aided both Decepticon and Autobot at rare moments. Moments such as a pair of mechs catching Starscream from falling, an arm pulling the Autobot Medic out of firing range, so on and so forth. His respect stems from such events and Shockwave’s personal recount when he was allowed through one of the tunnels just once to get out of a collapsing building. They might’ve been foolish to allow outsiders through their tunnels but they had reason for it. Would anyone have stopped them from keeping their planet alive?
- He wonders where were they now and what happened to them to simply be erased from history. He’s wondered before if Cybertron could survive without both the All Spark and the Tunnels Mechs.
Starscream
- He doesn’t care too much about those tunnel dwellers but like any other sensible Decepticon he has some level of respect for their efforts, the Autobots would truly be fools if they had rid of them.
- A mech he knew long ago was a Sea Jack. Kind fellow, dead fellow.
- He hadn’t expected whatever relation he had with Skyfire would save him after he was gone. Certainly not in the form of two Sea Jacks saving his aft after his wing was shot off. “ We owed him.” Was all they had said before disappearing again.
- He never told anyone what he knew of Sea Jacks or any Tunnels Mech. Personally, “ It’s our secret, Star”
Lugnut
- He had once thought of them as cowards for not taking up arms to fight the war. Strika had been the one to tell him what they were truly doing and after Megatron unofficially approving of their efforts, he has some respect for them.
- He had killed an Ice Mech once and unfortunately injured dozens more, he had mistaken the slightly larger civilian frames for a regular Autobot’s. He didn’t know, he truly didn’t until a frost covered pickaxe came flying at his biggest optic. The injury made his new optic itch still, unable to integrate properly into his frame.
- He’d been more careful with badgeless mechs since.
- The Autobot Prime had removed his badge some time before the Elite Guard showed up so he’s not sure how to react to that.
Blitzwing
- He doesn’t know anyone who was a Tunnels Mech. The stories seemed rather a bit far fetched in his opinion. It was rather absurd to think mechs could be living beneath Cybertron.
- It became more plausible when the Prime broke out of his ice so smoothly. Of course he knew the ice doesn’t kill mechs. But the way he moved showed a familiarity to the cold substance. Each hack with that axe was precise, he knew exactly where to hit to shatter an entire chunk with one hit.
- The hummel proved insecticons were real so why not Tunnels Mechs.
Blackarachnia
- She’s never heard of these tunnel dwellers before joining the Decepticons. She didn’t get why these bots were respected or special in any way. It’s not like only they knew how to run the cores and temperatures on Cybertron....oh shit, they are the only who knew.
- Is the planet going to die? Can they be replaced? Autobot society is so screwed up.
- Can they be recreated? Apparently not. There were too many details and specifications to be able to recreate anything like them. Word has it that they fled the planet after some sort of event during her academy years. She recalled how upset Optimus had been one cycle, he wasn’t even talking anymore. She brushed off the memory, like he’d actually know anything about the Tunnels Mechs.
- Giving up on the Tunnels Mech stories mostly due to how vague they were, she focused on her own goals.
- She’ll have to decide something one day when she sees Optimus again.
Shockwave
- His time as a senator had been one of the reasons he was still standing. It had given him the chance to meet the fabled Tunnels Mechs.
- They had foolishly allowed him passage and he sought to make note of the routes and use them for the Decepticon cause. “ Cybertron’s chaging.” His guide had told him as he walked down the passage. He waited for anything else but was met with silence. The silence was broken once again by a humm, soon joined by several voices as they sang in Whisper, the rhythm of their work as they moved reminded him when he had visited Megatron in the mines all those years ago. “ Goodbye, Senator.” The guide mutters before leaving.
- When he returned to infiltrate the Autobots the sight of the sealed tunnels devastated him. Every single entry was completely sealed. He tried opening one at Rodion but was greeted with a mountain of dead frames just rusting there, they were trying to escape.
- The discovery was broadcasted throughout the Decepticon network, caught on by a few Tunnels Mechs who were secretly among them and spread to every known Tunnels Mech network until it reached the Tunnels Mechs travelling at the edges of the universe and back to the ones on Cybertron.
The news of what happened to the Tunnels Mechs were intercepted by a rather hated enemy to all of Cybertron. They wanted to use this opportunity to invade Cybertron now that the primary system protecting its core has been eradicated.
Draw lugnut and his gf
look at the little happy couple! Lugnut made a little flower for her!
TFA DOODLES YEAHHHH
Part 2 of my nagaformers au.
Lugnut-boa constrictor. Big boy! That is all.
Starscream-western diamond back rattle snake. He rattles! Plus they're one of the most venomous breeds there is.
Blitzwing-indian cobra. They're on the big side plus pretty venomous with rather nasty tempers making them a perfect match for our beloved triple changer.
Megatron-king cobra. They're the smartest breed of snake in the world with a very potent venom which works beautifully for megsy.
Soundwave-banded water snake. While solitary this breed is pretty aggressive which i think suits sound wave just fine.
Megabee soulmate au part 3!
So I got a request for everyones reaction to the situation so here you go, I hope you like it❤
Team prime!
Optimus prime-he's both shocked and worried. Sure bee can be a bit of a trouble maker but he's no where near deserving to be bound to a monster like megatron! He pity's him though in the ink link and crystal flower aus he tries to find the good after all it seems megatron really loves bee from the messages bee's told him about and he's seen the flowers that shows the love is mutual.
In the s.a.t au he pity's bee for having a symbol of a tyrant always looking over his shoulder
Bulkhead- poor guy fears losing his little buddy. Other than that he's pretty optimistic about the situation. He's read the sweet poems and messages megsy wrote for bee, helped picked the flowers that act as living proof of the warlords love, and he's witnessed the great dragon comfort bee through some of his worst nightmares. He's a little less optimistic about the name au but he trusts that it wouldn't be there if megatron would hurt bee. Right?
Ratchet- He's to old for this scrap! The kid is trouble enough on his own but apperantly he's the spark mate of FRAGGING MEGATRON! In all seriousness he's worried about the kid but he's doing his best to reassure everyone. In the flower au he's gearing up to smack megsy upside the helm with a wrench. In the ink link au he's a little confused to hear about the side of megatron reserved specifically for bee but atleast he doesn't have to worry about Megan mistreating the kid.
Prowl- he's more than a little concerned for bee, but his master taught him to trust fate so he'll go along with it. Like ratchet he does what he can to reassure the others that things will be fine, even if he's worried for his friend. In the flower au he wonders the kind of partner megatron is given the flowers tend to grow in spots that can cause some major damage. He makes a point to ask about the things megatron says to bee through the ink link and talk to bulkhead about how the spirit animal behaved back in boot camp.
Decepticons!
Lugnut- he's surprised to say the least, but if fate decides the little autobot is worthy of being his glorious masters mate then so be it. He treats bee with the same respect as he does megatron and places himself as bees sudo bodyguard given 1-Bumblebee is really small and 2-he wants to redeem himself for harming megatrons other half. He's a little jealous of shockwave in the ink link au for getting to meet their future queen before him.
Blitzwing- icey is surprised and a little worried for his safety. Hothead is pissed because their future queen is a FRAGGING MINIBOT. Random thinks the irony is hilarious and keeps trying to get bee to show him his spark mark or tell him about megatron romantic side. Icey atleast tries to reassure bee that megatron will be a good partner to him which bee appreciates. He's a little worried for his safety so he joins lugnut as a sudo bodyguard.
Shockwave- for most of them he's shocked but he already knew in the ink link au. He's smug as hell that HE got to meet the queen to be before anyone else but also a little worried about the whole manipulation thing. He informs megatron about all bumblebees interests, hobbies, and stuff like that because he wants credit for helping to bring them together. (Plus he TOTALLY ships them but denies it.)
Starscream -PANIK! He's torn between using this as an opportunity to engraciate himself to bee and fear of ending up on the business end of megatrons fusion canon. In short he see's bee as both a potential asset and threat to his claim to leader of the decepticons. Blitzwing, lugnut, and team prime all make sure to keep him the ever loving pit away from bumblebee (it's the one thing everyone agrees on.)
Tfa gem au. Con addition.
Megatron- hematite jasper.
Gem position- chest.
Starscream- tourmaline.
Gem position- forehead.
Lugnut- zoisite ruby
Gem position- stomach.
blitzwing- a permafusion of a larimar, an onyx, and a topaz.
Gem position- one on the forhead two on the chest.
Shockwave- quahog pearl
Gem position- back of his head.
Tfa merformers con edition
Megatron- great white
Soundwave- mimic octopus
Shockwave- colossal squid
Blitzwing- bull shark
Lugnut- tiger shark.
Tfa botbots au
Optimus- diffuser
Bulkhead- wobble ball (the kind babies have)
Prowl- vase
Bumblebee- fidget cube
Ratchet - first aid kit
Cons
Megatron- game system
Lugnut- projector
Blitzwing- lava lamp (you know the color changing kind)
Starscream- coffee machine
Soundwave- radio
Shockwave- handheld recorder
Imagine if Bumblebee and Megatron decided to have a family together, how will the autobots and decepticons react?
Oh this is a good one.
Optimus- He's both exited and terrified. On one hand a he's happy for them, but on the other the kid will probably be subjected to alot of discrimination. He's a little worried for bee's health given the size difference but ratchet assures him that it should be fine.
Bulkhead- he's super exited for his little buddy! He promises to babysit whenever needed and he likes to talk to the baby whenever bee let's him. He's doing his best to make the entire pregnancy as easy for his little buddy as possible which is greatly appreciated by bee and megsy.
Prowl- he's fascinated by the entire situation and very curious of how the little one will turn out. Just like bulkhead he likes to talk to the babies and tries to keep bee calm for the sake of the baby. Like op he's concerned over the potential risk given the size difference but tries not worry to much.
Ratchet- first things first he explains the health risks of the process and advises them not to get there hopes up since the sparkling is very likely to die. Second he does regularly check ups on bee to ensure everything goes as smoothly as possible. Side note, ratchet did the delivery for them.
Lugnut- oh the big boy is almost more exited than the parents. He's positively THRILLED about the little prince or princess and swears to protect them with his very spark. He fusses over bee alot and he's incredibly flattered when bee offers him a chance to feel the baby kick.
Blitzwing- icey tries to help bee with the mood swings and cope with the heightened jitteryness. Random talks to the baby more than anyone and mostly keeps bee entertained when he's to sore to move. Hothead is suddenly the favorite face because bee adores the warmth that is all.
Shockwave- shocky does what he does best and gathers as much intel as possible to help with the process. As it turns out the feeling of mild static is incredibly soothing to bee making shockwave the go to for calming him down, which he incredibly smug about. "Suck it lugnut!" Petty shocky is petty.