SirenaKell

Hey! I’ve been gone since July 2025, but I’m finally back! From now on, this blog will be focused on my art.

What I do:

Digital Art: Made entirely on my phone using the lasso tool for shading and rendering.

Traditional Art: Sharp ink sketches made with a simple pen.

Main Interests: Transformers (IDW/MTMTE/LL) and my own Original Characters (OCs).

About my writing:

No more long fanfics/requests. I want to focus 100% on drawing.

However, if inspiration hits, I might occasionally post some very short mini-stories or drabbles alongside my art.

However, you can still check out my past stories! Here is the link to my archive: [references to past works

Here is my Ko-fi shop

LAW & ORDER IN RUST JUNCTION? Not on my watch. 🤠❌

I've been working on this Western "WANTED" poster set featuring our favorite Lost Light crew, and they are finally finished! Rodimus with too much flair, Drift the desert ronin, Ratchet being extremely grumblesome, and Ultra Magnus trying to keep it all together.

Good news – the digital printable posters and phone wallpapers are now available on my Ko-fi shop! 🦾✨

You can grab your favorite bot individually or get the whole crew as a full pack!

🛒 Get them here

My IDW Transformers OC – LK (El-Kay) 🏎️⚡💨

Just a quick digital clean-up of my grumpy speedster. He’s ancient, built by a Master Smith around 4.5 million years ago, and he’s survived the entire war just to end up dealing with two chaotic ex-Decepticon twins post-war.

A few facts about this tired veteran:

Frame: Elite speedster build. Customized Lamborghini Aventador alt-mode. Sleek, narrow-waisted, but surprisingly dense and heavy "old school" forge work.

Vibe: Stoic, cynical, and constantly running on cyber-cigarettes and spite.

Fun fact: His cooling systems are highly sensitive due to his speedster metabolism, so whenever he gets genuinely annoyed (or secretly flustered), his optics tint a deeper shade of blue.

Meet L-K / El-Kaye 🚬🟢

Raw traditional ink sketch of another concept design.

Scene: "A Casino for Robots, or How to Explain Gambling to Beings Who Don’t Have Money"

(Setting: Reader and Drift are sitting in their hideout near a pile of scrap metal. A couple of other bots, invited by Drift for a "business meeting," are gathered around. Inspired by the idea of making some credits, Reader decides to explain what a casino is.)

Reader (enthusiastically):

"Alright, listen up. Imagine a place where you bet your Shanix on whether you win or lose. If you win — you get more. If you lose — poof, it’s gone."

Bot #1 (optics flickering):

"...Is that legal?"

Reader:

"Well... technically no. But it’s fun!"

Drift (dryly):

"You just described stealing energon from warehouses. We already do that."

Reader (waving a hand):

"No, no, it’s different! It’s about... uh... the thrill! The excitement!"

Bot #2 (raising an ‘optical ridge’):

"What is this 'excitement'?"

Reader (flustered):

"It’s when you feel hot, you want to shout, but you’re also happy."

Drift (to the other bots):

"They mean a processor overheat."

Reader:

"NO! Well... SORT OF. But it’s a good kind of overheat!"

Bot #1 (thoughtfully):

"So, it’s like when my coolant system fails, but I keep playing chess anyway?"

Reader (clapping):

"Yes! Exactly like that!"

Drift (whispering to Reader):

"They have no idea what you’re talking about."

Reader (not giving up):

"Let me simplify. Imagine a game: you pick red or blue. If you guess right — you get double the amount."

Bot #2 (suddenly lighting up):

"Oh! Like a stress test!"

Reader:

"...A what?"

Bot #2:

"You know, when we overclock our components and place bets on which one fries first."

(Silence. Drift facepalms with his servo.)

Reader (defeated):

"You know what? Forget the casino. Let’s just stick to fighting for money."

Bot #1 (cheerful):

"Oh! Now that we understand!"

Drift (muttering to Reader):

"Finally."

(Everyone cheers and heads off to train. Reader stays behind, staring gloomily at a puddle of oil.)

Reader (to themselves):

"I never thought I’d actually miss the roulette wheel..."

(ok that was fun, I had a smile on my face for a long time from this dialogue)

(English not my native language)

Megatron x Senator! reader meeting

....After Megatron (now more "uncertain former tyrant" than "Decepticon Lord") was brought aboard the Lost Light, the crew tried their best to delay his encounter with the Reader. But the truth always comes out—especially when it involves two ancient bots, one of whom funded the other’s poetry collections.

You were on your way to medbay to complain to Ratchet (again) about your joints making "suspicious noises, like I’m rusting from the inside."

Then—THUD—you walked straight into someone solid.

"Apologies, I didn’t see—"

Your voice froze.

Standing before you was Megatron.

Yes, that Megatron.

A little worse for wear. No regal posture. Optics full of something suspiciously like... guilt?

You recognized each other instantly.

"You."

"You."

The tension in the air thickened to "could-cut-it-with-an-energon-knife" levels.

"So..." you said, feigning nonchalance. "How’s the... poetry going?"

Megatron twitched.

"Are you joking."

"No. Genuine question. You promised a second anthology. I invested."

"I started a war," he deadpanned.

"Eh, minor details."

Silence.

"You know," you mused, "I could still sue you for breach of contract. You never delivered on that literary project."

Megatron looked at you like you’d just suggested reviving the monarchy.

"I destroyed half of Cybertron."

"But you didn’t publish the sequel."

"..."

"You didn’t even try."

"I WAS BUSY LEADING A WAR!"

"Not an excuse."

He facepalmed.

"Why did you have to survive..."

"Because I got a ‘subscription renewal’ deal on my stasis pod."

"WHAT?!"

"Shanix-saving hack. Senatorial privilege."

Megatron short-circuited.

Just then, Rewind popped out from around the corner—having clearly been recording the whole thing for five minutes straight.

"This is the greatest thing since the Lost Light launched!"

Ratchet, who’d materialized out of nowhere, just growled:

"If you two don’t separate now, I’m spacing you both."

You and Megatron exchanged glances.

"What if—" you began cautiously.

"No."

"You didn’t even hear my proposal!"

"I know what you’re going to say. And no, I’m not ‘reviving my creative career under your management’."

"But you have so much potential!"

"I COMMITTED WAR CRIMES."

"We’ve all made mistakes."

Megatron walked away.

Rewind was already editing the footage for the crew’s group chat.

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✔ Rodimus Prime:"This... this is genius. We could sell their banter as a stand-up act!"

✔ Chromedome:"I can’t believe the war ended over a publishing dispute."

✔ First Aid:"If they start arguing about copyright law, I’m resigning."

(Sorry, I couldn't help myself, if this offends anyone, please let me know, I wasn't trying to offend anyone.)

Warning: romantic content, mild jealousy, hint of a more intimate moment, gender-neutral reader, possible spelling and lexical errors

addressing : you, your, yours, they, their

Character: Wing x reader

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The Crystal City glowed, as always, in cool shades of blue, but your heart was hot with tension. You, the Archivist of the Circle of Light, were sorting through old archives when you came across the unexpected - Wing's holorecord, hidden among the training reports.

He started playing and his voice was usually calm, it sounded gentle and thoughtful

"I will never forget you. You were my continuation, my strength.." - the audio holorecording sounded

You didn't immediately understand who he was talking about, as a thought occurred to your processor, what if he was talking about his ex-partner, you thought it would be worth asking him who this "continuation" was, you weren't one of those who gets jealous, since you trust Wing, but now you felt a slight twinge of this jealousy, you were interested in how often he mentioned his ex, your fingers squeezed this recording, but you loosened your fingers in time so as not to break the datapad, you exhaled trying to calm down.

Suddenly the door to the archive opened, you threw the record away with a serious face and continued sorting through other datapads, the one who entered was none other than Wing

"Are you busy?" His voice was calm, but his optics were meticulously studying your servo wires, which were too quickly translating the datapad to "deferred"

You didn't look up, but your energetic movement of the servo wire betrayed your confusion.

"Yes. Archiving. Usual work"

He came closer, you didn't move from your place, so as not to show your embarrassment even more, your optician looked for a moment at the drawer of your desk where the record was, and immediately returned to her task, sorting the datapads

"You are so diligent with me" he tilted his steering wheel, his voice was warm, and curiosity played in the optician "found anything important?"

If you could sweat you would be covered in sweat in an instant, you didn't plan on talking to him about it right now so you forced out while still trying to keep a serious tone

"No"

Silence

Wing reached out the servo cable - not to you, but to the nearest rack and took a random datapad

"Then ....I won't interfere" he diverted the datapad in the servo cable, but his gaze slid to your table "if you need.... help ..."

You had to run, or confess, or ....

"...Maybe it's time for a snack?" You stood up, locking the necklace

Wing looked at you in surprise, then laughed quietly

"Snack?" He put the datapad back in place "okay."

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Crystal Bridge. Circle of Light Training Hall.

Wing stood in the middle of the hall, his sword gleaming in the cold light of the crystal walls. He was sharpening the blade—not because it was dull, but because the routine helped to organize his thoughts.

He knows that his Conjunx Endura, the archivist, but today they were very tense, it was noticeable in their gestures, the way they tried to hide their emotions under seriousness.

Wing already guessed that they had found something in his past, nothing shameful, but there were things he did not talk about.

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You thought about how best to ask Wing about what you had seen and heard.

So a little later you went to the training room, where Wing was. Wing had just finished another training session, he turned around as he heard someone enter the training room, Wing smiled at you.

You came closer

"Aren't I distracting you?" You asked

"Not anymore" his calm, light smile was still on his face

"Wing ....I have a question.."

"I'm listening to you, worldspark"

"Did you have someone before me?" You asked a little innocently

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You looked at Wing in anticipation, you held the datapad you found behind your back in the servo wires.

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, did you have someone before me?" You asked more directly, you showed the datapad and gave it to Wing

Wing watched the recording again, but to the end where it said that he was talking about a sword, and you didn't have time to watch it to the end, your optics widened from understanding how you looked

"Sweetiapark I was talking about a sword" Wing smiled looking at you, his smile still remained light

"What? Really?" You were surprised and didn't know where to go from shame, because you started to be jealous of Wing for his "ex" who turned out to be a sword, if you could your face plates would be very, very red

"You were jealous of me for a sword?"

"... A sword? A sword?!" Your processor froze for a second. If there was a way to get through the ground, you would have used it.

Silence. Even the hum of the fans seemed too loud.

You stared at the floor, where your fingerprint was already starting to burn out in shame.

“It was... an emotional breakdown,” you whispered, quite ready to disappear.

Wing put a hand on your shoulder:

“Flame, if you had watched the recording...” He turned on the hologram - the image of the blade appeared in the air. “...you would have known that I would never trade you for a weapon.”

Pause. Then - his eyes flashed:

“Although it did look good in my hands.”

You pushed him desperately in the chest, but Wing was already laughing, pulling you closer.

Shame turned to something warm as Wing held your servo, his fingers sliding over your wrist.

“You know…” his voice was low, on the verge of irony and tenderness. “If I were to truly compare you to a sword, it would only be because you are the only one who can break me.”

You were getting excited, but he didn’t let you say a word. His lips stopped a moment before touching, deliberately provoking:

“Say, flame… Do you really want me to stop joking?”

“No.”

Your response was instant. You gripped his shoulders, finally closing that damn distance.

The kiss was passionate and hot, so hot that your cooling systems had raised their activity level to mid-level.

Wing's digits traced the contours of your details on your waist, studying them and memorizing what they felt like.

After the kiss, he looked at you and smiled his usual smile, but there was a faint tenderness in the smile.

"Here... too open," you whispered, feeling his energy field hum at a low frequency.

Wing stifled a laugh in your neck module:

"You know the rule if no one sees the violation, it doesn't exist."

Suddenly, footsteps in the hallway.

You fell to the floor in a perfect battle roll, pretending to practice dodging. Wing stood above you with his sword as if demonstrating a technique.

The door opened. Dai Atlas froze in the doorway.

"Are you... training?" his voice was full of suspicion.

Wing calmly lowered his blade: "Yes. Yesterday the flamethrower lost to me at chess. Today he's working off his debts."

When Dai Atlas left, Wing opened a hidden equipment compartment, cramped but large enough for two.

"No one will find us here," his voice merged with the rustle of the ventilation system.

You felt his fingers find the sync connector on your back:

"You're not against unconventional training, are you?"

Your answer disappeared into his mouth module.

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(this was supposed to be a short fic, but whatever, I'm happy with the result)

warning: possible mismatch with the characters, the reader is gender neutral.

address: you, your, they, their

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...So you continued to look at the bot in front of you, the mechanism was silent you decided to repeat your question you clenched your fists in anticipation of the answer

"Where am I? and who are you?"

The mech shook its wheel and started to say something you couldn't make out what it was saying, the sounds seemed to be the same but they were all made up to you in some kind of nonsense

"What are you saying?" On your face was the expression of someone who didn't understand a damn thing

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The Perceptor was talking to himself rather than to the bot that transformed from the sword, he reported to the higher command about the situation in the laboratory

The Perceptor whispered nervously into the com

"The situation in the laboratory ... we have a living Cybertronian. Unknown model. Language-Archaic"

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You stood and simply watched the mechanism, then you looked through your optics at the entire room you were in. There was panic inside you, but you weren't the one showing it to the public, you had to continue to be brave, you were wondering why you were alone, where were your brothers, who was this mechanism, what kind of room was this, so many questions and not a single answer, besides you realized that I didn't understand you at all, so all that remained was to observe you for now, you had insidious thoughts but you decided not to implement them into reality, still you are a knight no matter what and you still remained on the post to any car from the side of this bot.

A moment later there were three more mechanisms in this room, some orange, white and blue, the blue was the largest between the two, you looked at them, and they looked at you,

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"What happened?" Rodimus spoke first

"It turns out that this is not just an artifact, but a living Cybertronian, at the very least they look like a Cybertronian" replied Perceptor, looking through the edge of the optics at the large bot, who was burning a hole in the back of the Perceptor with his gaze

"So. ...are they the sword we gave you?"

Perceptor nodded

"How?"

"I don't explain it logically"

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You stood and watched the conversation of these mechanisms, not understanding what they were saying at all, you turned your gaze to the ground, you got tired of standing so you sat down on the ground and continued to watch them, you were not afraid of them at all, they seemed more strange than scary to you, but they were similar to those you had seen before. You would either have to learn their language, or use the translator that your good old friend gave you, it was a small device that you could turn on and it would automatically translate your words into theirs, but you just need to find out what language it is .... and whether it is on your translator, that's the main question.

Meanwhile, while you were thinking, the mechanisms continued their discussion

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"How did this happen at all?"

"Well, from my assumptions, I activated something by touching the sword handle and then the sword transformed into them" Perceptor nodded his head and pointed to the side of the bot that was sitting and looked like they were thinking

" Are they at least talking?" Drift asked

"They only speak I assume that the old language, we will have to either teach them or use a translator"

"A translator is better" replied Rodimus

"Yes, it is effective, but the translator can make mistakes and not correctly formulate sentences due to the old language"

"...I agree with Rodimus here, a translator is a better option than teaching them for now" Ultra Magnus intervened in the conversation

"Okay, but I warn you "

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You continued to think, I wonder what they are talking about, are they talking about you, then you notice how the mechanism you saw from the very beginning approached one of the guards in the room somewhere and took some object you were a little wary, until suddenly you began to understand them, and from which side you did not understand at all, but finally you understand their language, the orange mechanism approached first not very close but not very far away he spoke and you understood

"Welcome aboard the Elk Light I am Rodimus Prime the captain of this ship, and what is your mission?"

You only mentioned your mission when you got up from the floor

"Yeah...so who are you?"

"Knight"

You had nothing to hide

"Really..." Rodimus turned to the others who were also in shock he turned his head back and smiled broadly

A second of silence ....and....

"YES SERIOUSLY?? WE FOUND THEM!"

you flinched from the unexpected scream

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Previous part

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(I didn't think this idea would captivate me so much, but I hope it turns out to be a good second part)

Disclaimer: this is just an initial idea where the reader is a living artifact of the knights, and maybe the knight himself, don't judge strictly, it's just an idea that instantly came to my mind that I decided to write down immediately so as not to forget, the reader is gender neutral,the reader here is a tall and massive bot

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Imagine a universe in which knights do exist, but they were sought in the wrong place and at the wrong time. It is a distant, cold, and dark planet covered in ash and everything, everything is ruined there, only three statues remain holding swords high above their heads, two statues have their heads broken, only the one in the middle is whole and almost undamaged, covered only in ash.

Behind the statues is a half-collapsed building, in the middle of which there is a hidden room, and in that room there are three stasis capsules, two of which are broken and damaged very badly, only the one in the middle remains whole and almost undamaged, the capsule has a silver coating that is hidden behind a layer of dust and ash. There is no drain in the capsule to see who is inside or even what, on the capsule there is an old lock with a code in the old Cybertronian language.

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Surprisingly, today on Lost Light it is very quiet and calm, even a little boring, but still there is a feeling in the air of something ... that is straining everyone, a feeling of something that will happen very soon and very soon

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It happened that the ship was flying not far from this planet forgotten by Primus, and it caught some signal, a Cybertron signal.

No matter how much I wanted to, my curiosity was strong, there was an order to stop on this planet. The ship landed not far from the statues.

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Rodimus stood in front of this statue and looked at it, thoughts flashed through his processor, was it really something related to the knights, but what happened to this planet too, why is it all in ashes and soot, here and there even smoke was still floating somewhere in the air, between the statues the road to the building stretched.

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It was difficult to get into the building, but inside there was also ash but mixed with dust, everyone who got inside was only two, as you guessed it, Rodimus and Drift, after they entered the building the door to the building automatically closed, a passage opened under their feet and they fell to the bottom, it's good that there was nothing dangerous at the bottom but the dents remained one hundred percent

"Damn ..." - Rodimus cursed under his breath, getting up from the ground

Drift followed Rodimus's example and also got up, they looked up, it was high up, it would take a long time to climb. Drift looked around the room, the room seemed empty at first glance, until .... he noticed a strange pattern on the back wall, he decided to come closer.

"M? What are you doing?" - Rodimus asked

"Yes, I see" - Drift's tone was somewhat tense "and why did we get here"

"The signal pulled us"

"I know, just..." Drift didn't have time to finish when he stood up for something, he looked down and saw a slab under his feet. He stood up and went down a little, the patterns on the wall began to spin and a passage opened.

Rodimus was the first to decide to go inside.

"Wait, maybe you shouldn't do this?" Drift said, following Rodimus.

"It won't get any worse," Rodimus assured and went inside, as soon as Rodimus went inside, the automatic light turned on, in this next room there were just these capsules.

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Rodimus and Drift were able to get out of there, and they also managed to take the whole and healthy capsule.

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.....after several attempts, the capsule opened, and in the capsule was ....a sword?....seriously ...but this sword was not simple, but silver with a black handle and a red stone in the handle, the sword was very large, almost as tall as Rodimus

"Well ...this is also a good find, some kind of artifact" someone said

To be honest, Rodimus already expected that there would be something or even someone in this capsule, not this sword, what should he do with this sword

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The sword was shown to the Perceptor to clarify what kind of artifact it was or just an ordinary sword, the inspection continued until the Perceptor touched some detail, then the most interesting thing began .... the sword transformed into a tall, massive bot

"Where am I?" A question was asked that the Perceptor could not make out both due to shock and also because it was not a modern Cybertronian ....

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Next part

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(I'm still alive so my posts will appear from time to time)

Disclaimer: this is just a little nonsense that came to my mind

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We already have the IDW transformers x Bayversion reader version, but what if we make a version in reverse where there will be Bayversion transformers x IDW reader I think it would be very interesting >:D

Well, let's get started!

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Hmm, when you last went outside after the war, you hardly ever left your ship, too tired to see the mechanisms, you want peace and tranquility, you are ready to become the same spiritual bot, but you don't dare because you don't want to give up some of your actions yet, finally you launched your ship again to fly to another planet or another galaxy, you don't stay in one place for long, you lifted the ship and it flew in front, unfortunately the map failed and didn't immediately show the spaceship, so when you saw the light, a bright grove in space, you were going to turn away from it, it was too late, you were drawn into the grove in space and you closed the optics ..... and when you opened it, everything seemed to be the same, the same space, but something was wrong, you decided to land on some planet, you didn't choose the most successful planet .... you chose a planet "Earth" .....

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ahm....you lost control and fell into some damn forest the ship was damaged and you are unconscious.

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You turn on the optics everything is still blurry and near you something or someone is walking and talking it's your language! Cybertronian are there really Cybertronians here...finally you see more clearly you moved and looked around and....and what is Primusn!? What are these strange rmesinisms about the nuclear lev why do they have so little protection so many mechanisms open! It seems they noticed that you hatched at them and looked at you in response and with these mechanisms there were also these small organic creatures they call ....and exactly people. One of the mechanisms said something to the other mechanism with a black frame and walked towards you, approaching you, he introduced himself.

"I am Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots, and who are you?"

Optimus ....is that Optimus? This is the only thing that flashed through your processor, why does he look like that....unusual, you had met Optimus a couple of times before and he definitely didn't look like that, but you introduced yourself even though you were shocked

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When you understood the situation...you understood what kind of a mess you were stuck in, you had a real panic attack, they barely calmed you down...and when they said the war was still going on here...you just disconnected but it's good that it wasn't for long, you were connected to the network by the local Ratchet, you had so many thoughts, you couldn't understand why you were being punished...why you didn't join anyone or any faction or maybe for something else, you started crying from hopelessness, and when they asked you why you were crying, you answered

"I don't want to experience the horrors of war again..."

And then you explained the situation that happened in your home dimension from the very beginning to the very end of the war, and it seems you've been stuck here for a long, very long time...you'll definitely do something when you return to your own dimension, and if you do, you'll return anyway, but here the mechanisms look pretty good....phew! What are you thinking about, it's not cultural, you say to yourself mentally when your own pesky thoughts start to pop up in your processor, and you realize even more that you're stuck here for a long time ..... but you're not complaining much yet ..... the key word is yet, until the Decepticons attack.

You were taken to a base of people who called themselves "NEST" you didn't really remember how it was spelled and you somehow don't care much but the hangars here are quite spacious and high, you will have a lot of time here for various adventures and research this journey promises to be interesting

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(I'm alive!! It's been a long time but I'm alive. I'm finally feeling better and maybe I can't promise, but maybe I'll try to write a little more, maybe I'll write more thoughts and draw a little more, but I'm not against requests to write or draw something. The main thing is not to be afraid and send requests if you have the desire)

Address: you, yours

Characters: Prowl x Jazz + Reader

"Mentors"

Okay, the story is about you again, my dears, in this universe, to be clear, you are a Cybertronian teenager. You woke up during the war, so you don't know life without war, without all this cruelty, the spilling of internal energy of other Cybertronians, but you quickly adapted to this world, you kept neutrality, as you saw that neither one nor the other was any better, in the extreme, these were your conclusions.

After the war, you finally stopped hiding from the constant fights, you could finally feel what it was like to be a teenager, but there was one but.... You basically had no idea how to behave, so you became a very wild and unruly teenager, you didn't do anything serious, but you still did some dirty things, for example, the same steps on others, painting walls, and sometimes even resorted to theft, because you have to eat something, and you don't have someone adult, you don't have a mentor, and you often feel lonely, but it won't be for long, because soon you will have a mentor and not against your will.

Everything was fine with you until one moment, until you were caught for vandalism, you drew on the walls again. You didn't have time to escape and now you are sitting in the police station.

They gave you the task of calling your mentor, to which they received an answer from you.

"I don't have any mentors." And they were a little aggressive towards others.

To which you received surprised looks at this answer, usually teenagers your age already have some kind of mentor, but here without supervision, things won't work out that way, they thought, and reported this to their boss.

It would be better if you didn't do anything that day, because when you saw this cold optician who literally analyzed your every move in detail, it was scary ..... and the voice was even colder than the optician with notes of aggression, because he introduced himself as Prowl.

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You don't know how it happened, but somehow it happened, probably even Prowl himself didn't really understand how it happened that he became your mentor, you would have preferred to stay like that somewhere else ... but not with him, he had a terrible aura, you didn't believe it until you met Prowl. This is where your story of discipline and not very sweet life begins, don't think there is no cruelty, it's just that this life is a bit tasteless for your taste ..... until you were introduced to another Cybertronian named Jazz, and you were quite interested in him, although he could also be serious, and some of your mischief was approved negatively.

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Well, congratulations, you now have two mentors, of course, your relationship with them was very, very difficult at first, although Jazz still tried to find a common language with you, sometimes like Prowl, you had demands on your behavior and your studies.

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Here you are going to go outside, the spirit of their permission, or rather you want to escape while they are gone, well, one of them wants a lot of demands and expectations from you, you have already left the building and were about to run when there is a dull knock and you bump into Jazz.

"Hey, where are you going in such a hurry?" He looked at you and raised one of his visual combs, there was also a slight smile on his face plate.

"If you are going somewhere, you better warn one of us," it was clear that he understood your intentions perfectly.

"Ah ....hah ...I'm the one..." You didn't know what to think of, what excuse to say, so you just agreed to go back to the apartment with him.

"Okay, just don't say anything to Prowl, please... I don't want to be burdened with even more studies"

"Agreed, but you're not running away anymore, kid?"

"Okay," you thought.

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"Well ....seriously? I just did all the tasks you gave me."

"We still have about 30 minutes left, and you still can't hurt to study a little theory."

"Aaagh.... That's slag..."

"Watch your language," he squinted his optics at you.

"Sorry." You quickly apologized, looking at a new stack of datapads with assignments

That's the relationship between you and Prowl, you study the material on time and then more material is added, it's terrible for you, although sometimes it seems not so bad when it recharges.

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As for your life, it's not sweet but you can wash it off, with Jazz it's fun, and with Prowl it's fashionable to learn something, although the fact that he gives additional material for studying is not cool at all.

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(I got sick, so the story came out a bit dry and unclear, sorry, when I get better I'll try to write some kind of pine story, maybe I'll even betray my principles, or rather I'll try).