They See Me Rollin'

The club was far busier than usual, and Octane had no clue whether he missed an announcement on some event or if he just picked a bad time to accept a bartending shift.

Not that he minded the crowds. The more people he interacted with, the more sub-spaces there were to sneak into and snatch up whatever goodies he could find. Except he found out that some people tend to keep the strangest things on them or items that should be thrown into a junk pile.

It completely puzzled him.

Octane leans against a wall in an alley outside the club, enjoying a much-needed cy-gar break and blowing out pink smoke, only to spot purple in the corner of his optic. He turns his helm to see who was disturbing his downtime, and his wings perk upward at the mech.

The bar was closed for tonight. Everyone went home or was picked up by a friend to be dragged out. This place didn't accept guests staying overnight, even if they were trashed on high-grade or narcotics, and if no one came to pick them up, they would be waking up the next day behind bars.

While he cleaned up the place, two hoses slithered around the tables and booths, searching for anything or anyone that wasn't noticed by others. If it was small enough, they could pick it up and toss it without any trouble. A larger mech would get its limbs tied up until enforcers arrived to take care of the problem themselves.

Octane's wings twitched at the sound of something in one of the private rooms, and he sent one of the hoses to check it out. It slid across the floor, pressed against the door to open it, and touched a mech inside.

He underestimated how angry the dealers would be over the product, and frankly, it wasn't his fault they didn't know the difference between quality and quantity. To him, the deal was solid, maybe even better than what he gave before, but they felt they were getting ripped off and decided to chase the triple-changer.

Too bad Octane knew every in and out of the area and, despite his size, managed to give them the slip by entering a building he could only assume was some sort of club, judging by the signs outside. Whatever the case, it was good enough to lie low and let the heat die down before leaving the city entirely.

Now he simply needed to blend in, even if it meant finding a random person to do it with, so he wouldn't look like the odd one out.

The wings are the first thing he notices when looking for someone, as it means he could rely on them flying if they wanted to take this somewhere else instead of hopping in for a ride. Not that he minded; he simply didn't like doing it for free.

A small, lonely mech in a booth gets Octane's attention, and he sneakily grabs a drink off a table without the owner noticing before making his way over to slide into the booth next to them. "How is a cute thing like yourself all alone?" He beams and slides the drink across the table for the mech while his arm rests on the back of the bench.

This wouldn't be the first time Octane has witnessed mechs and their strange drinking habits. Although he could do without this one chipping away at the cube like it was some chew toy for his amusement.

He leans forward to tap the glass away from the mech, a simple gesture to, with any luck, avoid any unnecessary drama.

Blaze is in.

The horns are the first thing Octane notices when the mech walks in. Red. Long. Something that would be considered a hazard if they were pointed any lower, and if the owner of the bar were here, Octane knew they would suggest putting rubber noodles on them for safety reasons.

Slag, he just might because of how hilarious it would look.

Octane sat behind the bar, watching a show on a datapad propped against an empty cube since it was a slow night. Two hoses worked behind him, restocking the shelves and tidying up the place for the morning crew, without having to lift a single digit himself.

As Blaze approaches the bar counter, Octane turns away from the datapad and puts on his customer smile. "Annnd what will you be having tonight, gorgeous?" He asks, getting straight to the point and studying the frame type as his hoses continue to work in the background.

It couldn't be an animal alt mode, no, something tells him a flier with those rotor-like pieces on the stranger's arms.

Take a gamble and swipe right. Jk I'm the handsome one.

Octane. Triple Changer. IDW / G1 mix with a city speaker AU.

[Rules] [About] [Verses/ AU] [History]

Not accepting Magic Anons

Ns//fw tag to block is The Naughty Club.

Universe: G1 / IDW

Faction: Ex-Decepticon/ Neutral

Occupation: Fueler

Pronouns: He/ Him

Sexuality: Pansexuel

Height: 38’

Alt Mode: Tanker Truck/ Boeing KC

Octane is a fueler first and a (Ex) Decepticon second. He wasn’t in it for the war, but for the benefits and personal gain. Plus, playing with both sides had its pros and cons. He is a coward, a cocky bastard, absolutely horrible to deal with, and the only reason he’s been able to function this long is that he can find, drill, and convert any fuel or energy into energon, despite being difficult to work with and even more annoying to get said fuel from. His wits help him out of almost any bad situation he’s in, knowing exactly what to say or what to offer. He will even give up things he knows if it means he’ll avoid being beaten or thrown into a cell.

Octane likes the attention and the need to feel important, so being the only fueler around makes him feel like a star. Sometimes, he is far too confident that he won’t be attacked because of it, which can put him in dangerous situations, because the last thing he wants is the fuel tanks inside of him rupturing and taking everyone out in a huge explosion.  My personal opinion: he’s a jerk with a semi-gold heart. Octane can do good and will occasionally (if there are no witnesses) help, while making it seem like he’s not, believing that it’s for his own benefit.  He was simply more terrified of what the Cons would do to him than the Autobots, which is why he didn’t switch sides or become neutral, at least not until after the war ended.

Likes: Drinking, People begging for his fuel, Humans & other alien lifeforms, Anyone with a large chassis.

Dislikes: Working, Bossy people, Psychical fights, Needing to purge his tanks.

Fears: Explosions, His fuel tanks getting hit, Insecticons.

Headcanons: 

He has four hoses that will draw from his back plating, and are used for fueling, drilling, lifting/moving things, etc. (Think TFP Soundwave, just don’t call them tentacles, he hates that.) 

Like a bartender, he can make just about any drink, knowing almost every recipe.

Due to his high tolerance for fuel, it takes longer for High-Grade to start affecting him.

Anything considered fuel can be converted into energon within him. 

Heavily armored, especially in tanker mode to protect the fuel.

He suffers from PTSD after the war.

Before the war, Octane was your average, single alt-mode transporter who kept things casual and had a few close friends. After being approached by a porn director and doing some side gigs for extra cash, he became quite popular and more outgoing with people. Life for him was getting good up until the war started to shift people around, and one day he was found passed out with bullet holes in him. 

Due to the shortage of staff and supplies, Octane was placed into stasis so he could be safely transferred elsewhere, but ended up in the clutches of Shockwave instead, who was finding specimens to use for his triple changer program. 

Despite a painful procedure, Octane survived and was greatly upgraded with not only two alt modes, but hoses and a complete frame overhaul to suit the fueler role. He loved the new look instantly, even though it took time to get used to having another alt mode that flies and has wings, and to understand he was much taller and wider than before. He met the other triple changers, as well as Megatron and a good handful of the other Decepticons before the war continued off-planet. Shockwave requested that Megatron allow Octane to remain on Cybertron with him to keep the base running as long as possible, using Octane’s new fueler abilities, and to defend the base against Elita and her crew. (I say “defend”-more like he flirted and just wanted to drink with them.) 

Once the Decepticons got the spacebridge working, Octane got to visit Earth whenever Shockwave would allow him, especially to refuel the base on Earth as well as the one on Cybertron, giving them more of an upper hand against Elita’s squad. Although at times, he would be very distracted by the inhabitants on Earth, finding them interesting to interact with by indulging in car washes or outdoor parties, but at the same time, sunbathe on a highway to block traffic because hearing them complain is pretty funny.

Verse: IDW

When the war was over, Octane returned to Cybertron and avoided any conflict by hanging out in Blurr’s bar until things settled. The whole ‘Tall Tankor’ thing doesn’t happen, nor do the interactions with the other Tankor. After Starscream was removed from his leadership position and Onslaught won during the re-election, Octane resumed his duties of being a transporter of fuel and other things, while also continuing to take trips back to Earth or other planets as a much-needed vacation.

Verse: G1

Takes place in Season 3 but before the last two episodes. The war is at a standstill; there have been a lot of casualties, some people are MIA, Galvatron is still out there somewhere and Octane is working for the Autobots on Earth, or for himself, depending on the day.

AU: Cityspeaker. Pronouns for Trypticon are He/Her. 

In Season 3 of G1, Octane finds and heals Trypticon back to health after his defeat by Metroplex. The events of Thief In The Night did not happen (don’t get me wrong, I love the episode), and since Trypticon was basically abandoned by the Decepticons and Octane was deemed a traitor, they remained on Dinobot Island.

Octane had no idea what he was getting into when Trypticon wanted to link up with him. He figured the titan needed some internal damage fixed up after his battle with Metroplex and was not prepared to have their minds connected.

Does it make it easier to communicate and understand what Trypticon wants? Yes, very much so, but this is all still a learning curve for Octane, and he doesn’t want the power to get to his helm. Or does he?

In this AU, Trypticon can make an appearance if you, the mun, are okay with it. Keep in mind, she is a titan and only trusts Octane. If she feels he’s threatened or scared, she won’t hesitate to give a warning.

Don’t expect any styles or decked-out replies, tags, icons, etc., as graphic design is not my passion.

Octane’s personality is a mix of G1, IDW, and my own version of him. So don’t expect him to be close to anything canon-wise. (You can thank Hasbro for treating him as nothing but a background character most of the time.)

*Nsfw may be a thing; it depends, but the tag will be ‘The Naughty Club'  for those who wish to block it. 

I’m trying to keep this guy as the fun, shit-posting, relationship-building blog. Therefore, if you are looking for darker themes, I have another muse who would love that stuff way more.

*Mun does not equal muse. Please understand that there is a person behind this blog.

If your muse wants to fight Octane for any reason, keep in mind that he’s a 38-foot, very heavy (especially if he’s carrying fuel), with hoses capable of lifting/ holding limbs/ etc. He may be a coward, but like a cornered animal, he will defend himself if he has to. 

Action. ”Talk.“ :: Comms :: Thoughts. || Messages. ||

Shipping is welcome. Just expect him to be an awkward romantic because he’s never gotten past the first date before. (He’s usually the one to never return calls/ leaves you on read/ and or is used to ‘one time’ things.) 

Not currently accepting Magic Anons or Anon RPers.

Please understand I can’t follow everyone back, as the last thing I need is to be overwhelmed. Do not reblog RPs you are not a part of, and you must be 18+. 

Mun works a full-time job, is a full-time gamer and dog parent, so activity and replies to stuff will vary. Be patient with me, and I’ll be patient with you in return. 

Plotting is preferred, but I’m up for random asks/ starters to start things off.

*So to explain, I had an Octane blog back in 2014. It was fun; lots of people loved him, but unfortunately I had to deactivate him because some people were… very uncomfortable to deal with. I had DMs where I was treated as if I were actually Octane, and smut was occasionally the only thing some people were interested in.

And I get it; I love writing it as much as the next person, and even though Octane may have been portrayed as someone who is very sexually active, people did not understand that, sometimes, depending on the situation, it was all talk. 

Therefore, if these rules are not being followed, or if I feel like you are only coming here for some sort of nsfw dumping ground, I won’t hesitate to block you.