DID HE JUST SAY MEGATRON?!

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Jet twin screenshots, Part 7

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Desiderium

+ sketches

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*shattered glass, kidnap to adopt au*

SG! Bumblebee, knawing and biting megatron’s arm:

SG! Optimus in stasis cuffs: … is that even hurting you?

SG! Megatron: no, not really. Is it supposed to?

SG! Optimus:

SG! Optimus, rolling his optics: fragging feral thing.

———

*kidnap to adopt au*

Megatron, writing: hmm…. Yes I’d do that.

Lugnut: my gracious leader, may I ask what are you doing?

Megatron: hm? Oh just signing some adoption forms.

Lugnut: oh ok… wait-. You’re planing on an heir?

Megatron: indeed. It’s a long story

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Blackarachnia: Optimus, late as ever

Optimus prime: arachnia! Give me the anti-venom.

Blackarachnia: unlikely, your ninjabot will never online

Optimus prime: grrr-! Wait…. What about bumblebee??

Blackarachnia: the minibot…? He’s just asleep, watch. *pokes bumblebee*

Bumblebee, stirs before snuggling back in unconsciousness:

Optimus prime:

Blackarachnia: yeah, I don’t know how either. Can we just get this over with?

Optimus prime: … yeah, sure.

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Jazz:

Prowl: … you good?

Jazz: you’re telling me. That bumblebee…. The sweetest kid ever to live-.

Prowl: he’s not that sweet.

Jazz: is also the tyrant’s son! The protoform eater?!

Prowl: yes.

Jazz: … HOW ARE YOU SO CALM ABOUT THIS?!!?!

Prowl: lots of practice… also it’s a lot more complicated than it needs to be.

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*Turned into a sparkling au* (still working on/finding a better name for it)

Sparkling bumblebee, internally: ok, I just have to get out of here, find the others and return home safely before I get eaten-.

Megatron, picking up bumblebee: come here little one, you must be hungry. I just made you some low grade energon.

Sparkling bumblebee:

Sparkling bumblebee, still internally: who are you…. and where the pits have you been when my carrier died?!

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*shattered glass mega-dad au*

SG! Megatron: who’s the cutest babybot in the world~! Who’s the cutest babybot!

SG! Babybee, internally: don’t you patronise me father/mother, I’m the being of destruction, you’ll be the first once I get my servos on your helm-

SG! Megatron: do you want num nums? I got some strawberry alloy purée for a growing bot!

SG! Babybee:

SG! Babybee, internally: you live another day, father/mother. You live another day.

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Ultra Magnus, doing his thing: hmm… maybe I should cut this out of funding-.

Ghost! Shutter: do that and I’ll give you nightmares for decades

Ultra Magnus: *girlish screams* shutter! What in primus?!

Ghost! Shutter:

Ghost! Shutter: pff-! I should do that more often, you should’ve seen your face!

Ultra Magnus: … you’re laughing at my face but not my scream?

Ghost! Shutter: please, that scream barely changed when I was alive.

Ultra Magnus:

Ultra Magnus, facepalm: damn it! It really didn’t change-…

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*babybee au*

Megatron, sitting still: are you done?

Babybee: almost… just three more and…. …done!

Megatron: fantastic, may I take them off?

Babybee: no! These stickers are supposed to protect you while you’re out! Keep them on… *puppy dog eyes* please!

Megatron:

*later that same day*

Megatron, still covered in stickers, debriefing: -- as you see here, we’re behind schedule and we need to get involved with this immediately-.

Starscream: … is that a new fashion statement I’m not aware of or…?

Shockwave: *shrugs*

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Bumblebee, tired: hey dad/mom

Megatron: hey babybee, big day?

Bumblebee, climbing up on megatron’s lap: yep, bigger than I thought it was….

Megatron, amused: hungry?

Bumblebee: mm… no. *yawns* not really. *leans against megatron’s chassis* night dad/mom

Megatron: sleep tight. *back to the screen* where were we Blackarachnia?

Blackarachnia, optics wide:

Blackarachnia: … HE’S YOUR SON?!!?

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(… Y’know what? Fuck it) *isekai au*

Bumblebee, before being reforged: boo! You just met this kid! And now he’s somehow the rightful heir?! Who the heck wrote-…. That petty glitch.

*one death later*

Sparkling! Bumblebee, internally: did I seriously get isekai’d?! Can this get any worse?

Cyclonus, entering the hall: your highness? What are you doing up so late?

Sparkling! Bumblebee:

Sparkling! Bumblebee: frag. I’m isekai’d to the worst story pad on cybertron.

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*kidnap to adopt au + Arachnus prime*

Arachnus prime, staring at bumblebee:

Bumblebee, staring back: … well? Aren’t you gonna do something-?! WOAH!!

Arachnus prime, now with bumblebee in his arms: you’re my child now!

Bumblebee, confused: w h a t??

Arachnus prime, on a comm call: hey megatron, i’m adopting this autobot mini as our son!

Bumblebee, slightly panicking: WHAT?!!?!

———

*just a funny thought that came to mind*

Megatron, internally: please don’t have your carrier’s taste in mechs, please don’t have your carrier’s taste in mechs, please don’t have your-.

Bumblebee, w/blitzwing: hey dad!/mom! I’m dating your TIC blitzwing.

Megatron, head banging against the wall: every. Single. Time. Her coding wins. Every. Time!!

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For the long and short of it, I was board.

And during that boredom I had a random thought of megatron BEGGING primus internally for his son to not have her taste in lovers.

Sunstorm screenshots, Part 3

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Day 1: Sunsets/First Kiss

TFA:Transcend ch3:pp39-40

Sunder design by decepticonaiden

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