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Tried my hand at drawing idw, very proud of em :3

uhhh VERY rough doodle of Ratchet's clingy loser boyfriends

Too tired... Need recharging... (:˒[￣]

Merry Christmas eve and a happy New year! 🎄❤️

It's a bit late, but Happy Halloween! here are some halloween shenanigans >:]

There's so much work in progresses, but so little of time to finish it :') might delete this post later, here's some doodles I've been working on

🐀🐈🐩

I only pray you never leave me behind, because good music can be so hard to find

So

Let me tell you guys about my latest interest :)

can someone plEAse give my Transformers: Prime fanfic recommendations I’ll take anything at this point quarantine has me desperate. 

<3 

I LOVE RATCHET <3 ^^

Ratchet as a Rat or something idk

So uh. Human engineer Ratchet finding a half dead decepticon. Anyone?

I got bored so I made this little thingie haha. With all the cool fics we have about Ratchlock in mecha au I felt like they need at least something for a starting point:D

Titan Drift and city speaker Ratchet. Because why not :)

Bayverse glasses

got this idea when I was at a restaurant earlier today, originally just gonna edit Skids and Mudflap but I did the full thing.

Original video: 

https://youtu.be/cKJO06CYxdA

I just can't get over it

Ashes of Cybertron

Hi hey helloo, haven't posted on here in forever but it's wtv. This is a little project of mine that I'm working on (essentially what it is, is a rewrite/fan continuity inspired by the Aligned continuity). I haven't written anything for this in quite a while but wanted to share the first chapter anyways :D Chapter warnings include character injury, allusions to violence, potential derealization/dissociation (i think) Word count: 2781

There was a ringing in his audials. 

An uncomfortable feeling encompassed his entire body, his chassis feeling uncomfortably tight. It didn’t make sense, though. He shouldn’t be feeling like the world has collapsed on him, pressing down against his chestplates and rendering his legs useless. 

A shouting voice broke through the static in his audials, and Orion groaned soundlessly in pain. It ached, and his overwhelmed processor couldn’t handle that much more. An agonizing feeling made itself known right at the base of his spinal strut, spreading through his hydraulics and hip joints. It forced out another groan, this one louder and at a higher pitch than his previous cry. 

Someone must’ve heard it, as urgent steps made their way over to him. He still couldn’t get his optics to focus on anything, everything in his sight was blurry. A servo entered his field of vision, brushing lightly over his cheek. “-ime? Can you.. –ar me?” The voice cut in and out through the haze in his audials. Orion gave a nod, so small he worried the bot wouldn’t see it. It seemed that they did, if the relieved sigh was anything to go by. “Can you move? Wait no, that’s a dumb question to ask since you’re technically still pinned down. Unless your legs aren't in as bad of a shape as they look? But that would be dumb, and would surely land one of us a scolding by the medics. Apologies–” The bot cut themselves off as they noticed Orion’s growing panic.

“Hey, hey calm down. You’re fine, I promise. It’s just a support pillar that had crumbled over your legs, but it hasn’t done any extensive damage from what I’ve checked, I did try to remove most of the debris that had fallen over you. Ratchet’s going to fix you right up, as soon as we get out of here.” It did little to soothe the anxiety gnawing at Orion’s spark, but he appreciated the effort nonetheless. 

The ground shook suddenly, dust falling from the damaged ceiling above them. Orion bit back another sound of pain at the vibrations making their way through his injured frame. The bot who he now could see more clearly, was crouched down in front of him, the Elite Guard insignia visible on their chestplates. Oh, right, he was supposed to meet with them and the Council to discuss something regarding—

Wait, the Council! Frag, how could he have forgotten?! 

“Uh, Sir? Forgive me if I appear out of line, but is everything alright? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.” The youngling muttered carefully, afraid to cross some boundary Orion hadn't set. He coughed as he reset his vocalizer. “Yes, my apologies. What exactly happened?” Orion croaked out, watching with growing apprehension as the mech’s faceplates shifted into a frown. “You don’t remember, sir? We were ambushed by the Decepticons during the meeting with the High Council.” They paused as they glanced over at Orion with something unreadable in their optics.

“We managed to move you out of the building before any major damage had been inflicted upon the Citadel, but unfortunately the Primal Basilica was also under heavy fire. We’re currently waiting for reinforcements to ensure we can get you to safety.” Orion offlined his optics for a moment, collecting his shambled thoughts before glancing at the mech again. “Alright, thank you…” He trailed off, realizing he didn’t even know the scout’s name.

The youngling seemed to realize the same thing, as they suddenly perked up with giddy embarrassment. “Oh, right! The name’s Windsweeper, sir! I was one of the guards who was assigned to escort you to Polyhex about three orbital cycles from now.” 

“Well, thank you, Windsweeper. For keeping me company and ensuring I am alright.” Orion said with all the gentle affection he could muster at the moment, noticing how the cadet puffed up in delight from his words. “Of course, sir! Just doing my job.” They laughed, wings flicking with mild embarrassment at being acknowledged. They halted as their comms beeped, signaling an incoming message. “I’m sorry, one moment.” They hastily muttered before opening up the comm link. 

Orion listened with mild interest as the scout spoke, figuring out that the reinforcements were almost there. At least that is how it appeared to be until Windsweeper cursed, the static audible even to Orion’s audials. The youngling didn’t say anything to him after the link was closed again, seeming rather interested in the floor before their pedes. The ground rumbled again, this time with the ceiling shaking dangerously, the slightest bits of debris falling around and on them. 

“Slag–” Windsweeper cursed again, a servo brushing off the bits that had fallen on their shoulder pauldrons. “The others are here in just a few moments, I’m sure of it. We’ll get you out and patched up, Prime.”

Orion could only hope so, as the world started fading into black. ______________________________________________________________

Angry steps thundered through the hallway, followed by the sound of sprinting.

“Megatronus! Please, can’t we talk about this?” The clerk shouted pleadingly, chasing after his friend. He stared at the broad back turned to him, now having come to a stop as Orion heaved. “What is there to talk about, Optimus?” the gladiator all but growled, blazing red optics glaring at the archivist over his shoulder. “Would you prefer to talk about how you set out to usurp the title of Prime from me, or rather of how you used me for your gain?” 

“I didn’t want this title, Megatron, nor did I usurp it from you! I didn’t use you just get a chance to speak with the Council, I simply don’t believe that you had the right approach–”

Orion grunted as he was slammed into the wall, a giant servo on his chest pinning him down. Megatron loomed over him, optics lit aflame with fury. “I didn’t have the right approach?! The Council wouldn’t have heeded my words otherwise! I haven’t risked my life, my existence, for this cause simply for you to tell me I should have approached the Council differently.” His words were vehement, almost dripping with the saturated rage that was all the more present in Megatron’s voice. 

“The Council would not have listened had I not threatened them. The Senators would simply look down upon me and my brothers as vermin. The Gladiators of Kaon, lowest of the low. I had to get my point across, be it through protests or a call for action,” he continued, now having eased the pressure on Orion’s chestplates. but still adamant about not letting the archivist go. “And you, brother, should’ve been the one to encourage me the most.”

The gladiator dropped down to his knees in front of the new Prime, looking up at the wide optics right above him. The shattered look in them made him want to tuck the smaller mech against his frame in protection, to ensure no hurt would befall his beloved. But the rage he felt was stamping the protective protocols down into submission.

He reached out to Orion who, after a moment’s hesitation, held the offered servo in his. “Dearspark,” Megatron began. “You betrayed me today. You betrayed us all. You know as well as I do that peace has no place in a revolution and Cybertron does need a revolution.” The wide optics widened further, emphasizing the hurt the Prime felt, before narrowing in uneasiness. 

“No. No, Megatron, you betray yourself. You talk of war, of violence as if it is justice. You would have this planet tear itself apart, and then you could reshape it as you see fit.” The archivist rose up to his full height, sudden and fierce determination blazing in his optics with a ferocity Megatron has come to admire. “You have always told me that freedom is the right of all sentient beings, but what you seek is tyranny. I believe you want the best for Cybertron, I really do, but there is no peace through tyranny. There will only be misery, resentment and heartbreak as the result of your ways. I cannot allow that. I cannot.”

With anger so unusual for the usually timid clerk, Orion pulled himself out of Megatron’s hold. He cradled the gladiator’s helm in his palms, helmcrest leaning against the gladiator. Megatron was caught in the righteous fury that had only ever been directed towards their opposition. Until now.

“I always vowed that I would follow you to the ends of the universe, my dearest spark, but I cannot do that if violence is the only language you are willing to speak. I cannot allow you to lead our planet down that path, I’m sorry.”

The Prime sighed, a shaky and watery sound. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly, in-vents just a bit too unsteady. Pressed close to the Prime like this, Megatron could see the coolant pooling in those captivating optics. “I'm so sorry,” Orion whispered, so sincere and honest. His servos shook minutely from where they were holding Megatron’s helm. That same touch would soon be turned into a vicious, cold bite of an enemy if Megatron couldn't convince him.  

He wishes he could say it isn't the archivist's fault that they have come to this, but he can't bring himself to lie. Orion betrayed their cause the moment that he was granted the title of Prime, and the moment that he reluctantly accepted it. The closest a Cybertronian can come to Primus, their Creator. A symbol of hope, prosperity and peace. The Lifegiver, in some versions of ancient texts. The title which was supposed to be Megatron’s.

“I know.” The Champion settles for instead, equally as quiet as the Prime's apology. “It isn't too late for you to join me. We could still achieve our goal, and thus fight for the same cause. Although I assume it isn't likely. You'll return to your Autobots just as I will return to my Decepticons.” 

The Prime nodded. “You are right to assume that. It seems as though our cause has split into two, just like the followers of what we believe in. I cannot allow violence to guide those who follow me. That is what sets us apart, Megatron.” The coolant spilled over, silently making its way down the silver faceplates. Clawed servos wiped the tears away with surprising gentleness, and the Prime leaned into the offered touch. “I wish it did not have to turn out this way.” Orion muttered, optics dimming with sorrow. Megatron felt his expression twist into a similar state of regret and sadness as Orion's. He sighed, before standing up from his crouched position. 

The brief panic that flickered across Orion’s face didn't go unnoticed by the gladiator, but he found it best not to say anything. Instead he drew the archivist into a fierce embrace, tucking the slighter frame against his chassis as his servos settled around the mech's waist. Orion immediately tucked himself closer, grasping almost desperately at the plated armor on his back with his helm resting against a spiked shoulder pauldron. 

“Can I spend this night cycle with you? Just.. one more time, before all of this ends up bigger than us both. Will you allow me that?” 

The gladiator isn't surprised at the question. His spark cries out, pleads for him to say yes. He wants to decline, oh how he wants to say no. But he can't bring himself to crush the already shattered bond between them any further. “Yes, of course. I doubt it would do us any good to spend it apart.” He mutters against the blue helm, cradling the archivist, memorizing the feel of the slighter frame in his embrace before it too will turn to something from a previous life.

“Thank you.” Orion whispers against his chest, right above his spark chamber. He pretends he can't feel the coolant dripping onto his chassis, just like how the clerk pretends he doesn't hear the hitched breaths next to his audial. 

Pressing himself closer– as close as he can, Orion lets himself melt into the comforting hold of his lover. 

–because he knows this is the last time they'll hold each other. No matter the outcome, they will go their separate ways. No matter the outcome, they will not let themselves linger a moment longer than necessary.

“I love you, more than anything. I always will.” The Prime admits against the broad chest. He hears the gladiator suppress his sniffles and reset his vocalizer before answering.

“I love you too, my dearest. Through this life and the next.”

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“Orion, are you absolutely certain you’re up for it?”

Orion had to hold himself back from snapping at Ratchet. He knew the medic meant well, and that he was simply concerned whether or not Orion could handle the sudden meeting he had been called to attend, especially how things had turned out the last time he had anything to do with the Council. But this was his duty now, as Prime.

Prime. 

The title still felt more like a verdict rather than something he had achieved, and he knew others didn’t take his position seriously. He had seen the way the Senators had looked at him, all calculating and trying to figure out how a mech like him of all bots had been granted the title. He was but a mere archivist working under Alpha Trion, who was the only bot Orion could consider a tie to the political part of Cybertron’s society.

So was Megatronus, a treacherous part of him chided. Before the meeting with the High Council, when their worries were simply of the Gild and their approach to the rallying lower castes. 

“I’m certain, Ratchet. I have to be present. As the Prime, it’s a part of my duty to ensure we have the ties we need if we wish to meet the demands of the Decepticons. It would also assure our troops that Iacon isn’t the only major city under Autobot command.” Orion remarked kindly, watching fondly as Ratchet scurried around in the medbay. “Yes, yes of course. I’m not diminishing your duty as Prime, but still, you can’t blame an old bot for being concerned.” The medic chimed, waving the wrench in his hand as he spoke. “You make it sound as if you’re ancient.” The Prime chuckled, smiling brightly at Ratchet. 

“Well looking after you certainly does feel like looking after a sparkling, on occasion. I’m bound to feel old because of you.” Ratched snarked playfully, swatting the back of the Prime’s helm. Orion laughed before gasping in mock offense. “You dare speak of your Prime in such a manner? Aren’t you crude?” He could barely get the words out without erupting into a fit of giggles, made even worse with Ratchet swatting at him again. 

He swung his arms at the medic, trying to push him away to little avail. Ratchet gave an affectionate pat to his helm before stepping away  allowing the Prime to calm down. He coughed suddenly, embarrassment tangible in his field. Orion just smiled, and let himself lean back on his hands against one of the med berths. 

Even with the little moment that eased the tightness in Orion’s spark, his thoughts still drifted to the upcoming meeting. It would be the first one he’d attend as Prime, and the worry that something would go awry was gnawing at his processor again. The Prime didn’t realize his field had communicated his anxieties so openly until the medic stepped close again, this time with a worried glint in his gaze. 

“What’s on your mind, kid? Something’s worrying you.”

Orion frowned, finials drooping slightly. “I– I'm just worried over the meeting. There is something that feels… off about it.” He sighed, flicking his finials in annoyance. Ratchet hummed, offering wordless reassurance to Orion. Reaching into his subspace, the Prime pulled out one of the datapads containing what would be discussed with the Senators and Commander of the Elite Guard. 

Well, better get to reading, Orion supposed.

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“–frag, someone get him stable, now!”

“–losing more energon than we tho–”

A multitude of voices were yelling, but he couldn’t remember why. The lights overhead flickered in a way that left Orion’s processor spinning. They winked at him, beckoning him to succumb to the ache in his frame.

“Prime? Slag, someone give me the energon drip–”

A consistent beeping was heard from somewhere to his left, but it only amplified the cacophony in his audials. The lights winked at him again, almost like the stars whispering ‘come home, child of Primus’. 

That’s the last thought that made its way through Orion’s head before he succumbed to the darkness.

(The Ao3 link is available here in case anyone's interested :D)

Live footage of me talking to people about my most recent hear me out (it's not recent)

TFA: The Last Cyber-Shinobi Sparkling - Ch.13 Rise for New Decepticons (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1353917143-tfa-the-last-cyber-shinobi-sparkling-ch-13-rise?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=NawaraAbasee&wp_originator=onQXkhGJk3a30gDDCeyTwEqz8gC3N%2FcSSLGXh2Q6UYjb0thVD90%2B20FysVSVa4E%2BxusNy8bdHm5AGw9brZc9aDiwIlqRfMoWm41%2FUwkJ8QEfkpqCpVqjd%2BSs8crUnWqr The Shinobi aren't exist anymore, but things has change when the All-Spark has exploding into many fragments which means there is gone be a new challenge for the Autobots and Decepticons... The Newborn Sparkling will change everything included Optimus Prime when he found him. And Megatron would have alot of thing to learn when he found other Newborn Sparkling. The two differences between them will have a hard time to understands the changes... What will happen next... find out.

TFA: The Last Cyber-Shinobi Sparkling - Ch.12 A Newborn Decepticon (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1220287719-tfa-the-last-cyber-shinobi-sparkling-ch-12-a?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=NawaraAbasee&wp_originator=QyfnowkKsIgxtQsVkLRvWOXUC6pi8rsgNYGgleqUJ0jVvhmztuGi%2FU5bC2m%2BltQu2OHERUDhVBecltAkt2zeyiEil6sOApjINhuTs831ed%2FOevqA2fd47qtkcdH3F8%2Fb The Shinobi aren't exist anymore, but things has change when the All-Spark has exploding into many fragments which means there is gone be a new challenge for the Autobots and Decepticons... The Newborn Sparkling will change everything included Optimus Prime when he found him. And Megatron would have alot of thing to learn when he found other Newborn Sparkling. The two differences between them will have a hard time to understands the changes... What will happen next... find out.

TFA: The Last Cyber-Shinobi Sparkling - Ch.10 Chakra Reborn (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1144275073-tfa-the-last-cyber-shinobi-sparkling-ch-10-chakra?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=NawaraAbasee&wp_originator=CscvTLqckGYkHNLFLaRtuI5UDLwKXSVq7u1FSP6aWjXrfGYXTOVjk8NObRj8h0cijFjxh8q48%2BXC%2FgWlrCKHPSN%2BWH1BmQYKfLGFf0Y3IcmicYVmd%2F7xYTOcBxwcPskg The Shinobi aren't exist anymore, but things has change when the All-Spark has exploding into many fragments which means there is gone be a new challenge for the Autobots and Decepticons... The Newborn Sparkling will change everything included Optimus Prime when he found him. And Megatron would have alot of thing to learn when he found other Newborn Sparkling. The two differences between them will have a hard time to understands the changes... What will happen next... find out.

TFA: The Last Cyber-Shinobi Sparkling - Ch.08 Home (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1109932117-tfa-the-last-cyber-shinobi-sparkling-ch-08-home?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=NawaraAbasee&wp_originator=WINLZkipa9BdED3Yj3Ug043FM6mMqMQpUatZwTis9izLNU7M%2BB7TJQkvWrj43qotYgzIi73qeRFZbcdEMdgy1nY8%2BVKmYI%2BP3MoPkxmXNoJVgHZN4Gjklvmbw115OzeV The Shinobi aren't exist anymore, but things has change when the All-Spark has exploding into many fragments which means there is gone be a new challenge for the Autobots and Decepticons... The Newborn Sparkling will change everything included Optimus Prime when he found him. And Megatron would have alot of thing to learn when he found other Newborn Sparkling. The two differences between them will have a hard time to understands the changes... What will happen next... find out.

TFA: The Last Cyber-Shinobi Sparkling - Ch. 07 Knows the Truth (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1088379345-tfa-the-last-cyber-shinobi-sparkling-ch-07-knows?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=NawaraAbasee&wp_originator=U11hjtpZRNGTFvMQYRlfc%2Bhti8M3o5NBGVGa0kYFIerxQhdxeSYWuo5KqpWE%2FG1niU7jYVnNssX1UvpYZsAMz6hBOF2P%2Bni8uq4xB%2Btz3dk7%2B8bUSvyrkz3fhqrwASFs The Shinobi aren't exist anymore, but things has change when the All-Spark has exploding into many fragments which means there is gone be a new challenge for the Autobots and Decepticons... The Newborn Sparkling will change everything included Optimus Prime when he found him. And Megatron would have alot of thing to learn when he found other Newborn Sparkling. The two differences between them will have a hard time to understands the changes... What will happen next... find out.

TFA: The Last Cyber-Shinobi Sparkling - Ch. 6 Unexpected Arrival (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1081215146-tfa-the-last-cyber-shinobi-sparkling-ch-6?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=NawaraAbasee&wp_originator=bnSB1itnl2s84nL2L%2F%2F0uqTD81UsyvWh39iGrKHKJQExdmN%2FY9LXabq6ybuwxtUvZQn7YSBQUWzZsakAYIhVW%2BpQfmBhg7V6ggDYw1YtiQrjVutG79IdwOukXmVi%2F%2BOl The Shinobi aren't exist anymore, but things has change when the All-Spark has exploding into many fragments which means there is gone be a new challenge for the Autobots and Decepticons... The Newborn Sparkling will change everything included Optimus Prime when he found him. And Megatron would have alot of thing to learn when he found other Newborn Sparkling. The two differences between them will have a hard time to understands the changes... What will happen next... find out.

Heya, sorry to be a bother but for the emergency requests could I get Ratchet, Rung and Blitzwing with a s/o thats mental health is taking a skydive due to multiple undiagnosed chronic pain problems? So sorry to bother you,,

I personally have to deal with this, so I get how you feel :(, but I'm not very familiar with it, like; I don't really know what it was so I did some research! I also have never heard of Rung, so I also did some research on him and now he is my child. Like; he is so precious and cute!! Anyways; I hope you enjoy this, and I’m so sorry for the delay, I’m working on two emergency requests at the moment and trying to get them both done as quickly as possible, so I’m so sorry! I hope your pain doesn’t hurt you too much, I couldn’t find out if it can go away, but I hope it does!

(Note: I’m so sorry this took so long! School ended up hitting pretty hard and I need to move out of my house in 14 days and I have nothing packed so I’m stressing✨✨😳)

TFA Ratchet!, TFA Blitzwing!, and Rung! with a S/O! with undiagnosed chronic pain:

Ratchet:

He has no idea what’s going on, but when you barely acknowledge him and just lay on the couch; unmoving; he gets slightly worried.

He’ll move quietly closer to you to see a stern look on your face, glossy eyes, and you staring into the abyss.

He gently moves next to you, moving down to your eye level, studying you. You barely move your eyes to look at him before slowly rolling over to face the couch. He noticed you grunting slightly as you did so.

He doesn’t know what to say honestly, so he just says the first thing that comes to his mind. “You ok kid”? It’s all he could think of, with concerns lacing his voice.

You let out a muffled ‘no’ before slowly turning back to him, face in pain. “What’s up kid”?

“I have undiagnosed chronic pain”.

He is confused at first. Bless his spark, he is trying his best to understand.

After a bit of explaining, he finally understands and honestly, feels bad for you.

“Well, I can fix it, right? Or your human doctors can fix it”? You shrugged. You honestly didn’t think there was ever a solution it the constant pain and suffering; or at least, it was very hard to get rid of.

He does understand though, knowing that Cybertronians also have diseases that cannot be reversed, but he isn’t happy that you need to go through this alone.

He assures you that you will always have someone to talk to, and can tell him if you want the base quiet, and he’ll shut everyone up for you.

He will also bring you little snacks or blankets if you need them, or will even go out and get you something If you randomly decide to want something.

He also have icepacks and heating packs on demand.

He cares for you and wants you to be as comfortable as possible.

Blitzwing:

He is honestly offended if you just lay down and ignore him.

He’ll call you out for it, but will be met with silence. He will march over to you, ready to verbally attack you, but stops when he sees your face in pain.

That strong, angry exterior changes so fast, and he is by your side in an instant.

His personality’s are fighting for control, all wanting to know what’s wrong or what happened. Random was the first to speak. “Meine Liebe! What’s wrong”!?

You just groaned in response, making his wings shift down slightly; wishing to know what he could do to help.

He moved close to you on his birth, taking you in his servos gently, and held you up to his face. You shook slightly, clearly in pain.

Your teary eyes met his icy ones as you mumbled out “undiagnosed chronic pain”. He is not as shocked as expected, having to deal with it himself, and knowing the pain and emotions it brings.

His face switched to Random, who (surprisingly) didn’t have anything to say. He just warmly smiled and laid on his birth, you in his servos.

Despite your pain, you smiled warmly, curling up into his warm servos.

You heard another switching sound before Icy’s voice spoke up.

“Just rest Meine Liebe. Rest your body”.

Like Ratchet, he will drop everything and even will disobey Megatron to get you what you need or want.

He loves you, and will do anything to make you happy and healthy. Like seriously; he will do anything for you.

Rung:

Robo Jesus is very concerned when you don’t show up to your scheduled session with him.

He knows all about you. Everything. He knows your problems and he helps in anyway he physically can.

He would simply sigh, before getting up and leaving the room, making his way towers your habsuite (forgive me if that’s not correct, I’ve never read MTMTE).

He would walk in and find you on top of your many pillows, your body draped in a heated fleece blanket.

He would walk over slowly, before sitting near you, moving his hand to gently stroke your side. You awoke from your painful sleep, to look into the beautiful blue eyes of Rung, a small, concerned smile on his face.

“We can have our meeting here”. He was a very understanding mech; he had to be for his job; and you where glad he was. You wouldn’t move but you would look up at him, talking him about your problems and pains, and he would just listen and pet your side; giving you an amount of comfort.

He won’t allow anyone to bother you if you are having a bad day or if the pain is to much. He would guard your door and would sometimes hold off appointments for your health.

He cares for you. So much. And it’s honestly quite adorable. He is always by your side, getting you everything you need. And he is afraid to lose you, so he sometimes seems like a lost puppy when he can’t be with you when Rodimus or Whirl need him for something.

If you want cuddles, he is yours. He will activate his holoform and be by your side instantly, holding you close to him gently, as not to hurt you. He is always so warm, so when your cold it’s a win! He has snacks in his drawers in his office, and they are always up for grabs for you.

If you are feeling bad about yourself or if your body hurts, he is there, kissing you gently and whispering how important and beautiful/handsome you are to him.

He loves you. Don’t forget that. Well-you won’t be able to forget it, due to him reminding you every 30 seconds.

Here it is. The Wave I promised. And it won’t be the last.

I tried to put something different on each picture, I hope you people like it!

It will be me and them, against the world.