#klikbait

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Work doodles because my night won't end for another few hours 🫠

Autobots: “The answer is obvious! Optimus Prime is the one!”

Decepticons: “Foolish Autobots! Lord Megatron is the one meant to rule over all of us!”

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And the results are…

Optimus Prime - 9.999

Megatron - 9.999

Bumblebee - 1

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Autobots: “…”

Decepticons: “…”

Jazz: “Who…who the frag voted for Bumblebee?”

Klikbait in the background: ✨☺️✨

Wheeze

I had a moment of inspiration lmao, here you go y'all~

Continuation of this: https://www.tumblr.com/samnoelle/803976122700316672/colored-ver?source=share

@samnoelle here ya go friendo o7

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Klikbait trudged through the junkyard with a disgruntled expression, paying no mind to Boombait’s excited babbling from where the tiny robot was perched on his shoulder.

He hadn't expected for the terminators he'd accidentally created to come back, let alone stick around with him after he tried to get rid of them. Though, judging from their behavior, it seemed like it hadn't even occurred to them that he'd tried to do something so fucked up. 

So much for dodging responsibility, he thought to himself, only mildly annoyed as he raised a hand up to keep his small son from tumbling off of him. Single dad of two- way to go, Jules.

Boombait scrabbled up his body and clung to his head with a cackle, and Julian let out a low grumble when the kid’s foot slipped and smacked into his eye.

Fucking ow

“Careful, Booms,” Julian said as he delicately raised a claw to flick the small foot away from his face, making Boombait squeak. “Your dad’s only got two eyes- can’t grow ‘em back if they get broken.”

“Grah!” Boombait exclaimed and Julian blinked when his kid’s head popped into view upside down. “Boombait: sorry, Creator!”

“All good,” Julian replied as he made it to his intended destination where he bent down to scoop up an armful of gasoline cans, only to pause at the sound of…

Hissing?

He felt the weird antenna on his head perk up and swivel towards the sound as he slowly looked around. He didn’t have to look for long as his eyes locked onto a pair of red ones where they stared out at him from the shadows.

Julian hissed and began to back up, letting the pile of cans clatter to the floor as the figure shifted before stepping out into the light.

Julian narrowed his eyes at the sight of the familiar paintjob. You have got to be fucking kidding me-

Boombait had frozen up completely and in a quiet, anxious voice, he whimpered, “Boombait: not know spark.”

“Inside,” Julian snapped. 

Not needing to be told twice, Boombait scrambles inside of Julian’s chest compartment the second he let it open up, and once his kid was inside, Julian snapped it shut immediately, his eyes never once leaving the other terminator’s as he steadily came closer and closer until he was practically looming over him.

Seeing the other’s eyes glance down at his chest, Julian crouched low to the ground with a rumbling growl, letting one of his arms come up to hover protectively in front of where Boombait was hiding. “My eyes are up here, fuckface.”

The white terminator slowly lifted his gaze back to his eyes before tilting his head at him, and then Julian watched as those eyes narrowed and he heard a dark, rumbling snarl echo out from the other’s body.

Whose-?” The terminator rasped through a static-filled audio clip as he brought up a hand to point at his chest. 

Julian glared up at him, his entire being tensed in preparation to run.

He wasn’t sure if he could take on this guy on his own- much less with a kid hiding inside of him. He needed to find a way to get out of here, grab Gifbait, and look into cross-country travel.

“Whose what?” Julian asked, taking a step back, snapping at the other terminator when he took a step towards him. “Stay back, fucker!”

The white terminator paused and motioned towards his chest again. “Whose- baby is it?”

“Mine, dumbass,” Julian snapped as he quickly sent a ping over to Gifbait where she had stayed behind to nap in their tent.

“Creator Klikbait?” He heard her ask groggily.

“Gif, I need you to find a way out of here. Me and Booms will catch up with you,” Julian told her as the terminator shook his head in frustration.

“Who- is the father?” The terminator hissed out through a thick layer of static

Julian took another step back and bared his teeth. “Fuck is that supposed to mean? I’m the father. I made this kid, bitch.” He set a claw against the ground, feeling a familiar heat build up within his core. “Nobody else.”

Weirdly enough, the white terminator seemed to relax at that, and even went to step closer to him-

Only to jump back when Julian spat out a fireball at him.

That’s right, you piece of shit, Julian thought as he narrowed his eyes at the other when he began to pace in front of him, gaze focused completely on his face. I ain’t letting you get close to me this time.

“Who are you?” The terminator purred as he came to a stop.

Julian, already staring at the terminator, spotted a flash of blue over the other’s shoulder, and suddenly wanted to scream at Gifbait about what the hell she was doing when he specifically told her to leave-

“You first,” Julian said back with a strained grin, keeping his gaze firmly locked onto the other’s as his firstborn did… whatever she was doing behind this huge motherfucker. “Stranger danger and all that jazz.”

The white terminator leaned towards him, eyes half-lidded, seemingly unbothered by the green flames that lightly licked at his body, leaving behind black scorch marks.

“My name is~ bumblebee,” the newly named Bumblebee told him easily. “Your turn- beautiful.”

Huh?

Deciding to ignore the weird endearment, Julian lifted his chin up with a huff. “I’m Klikbait.”

At that moment, a jerry-rigged barrel-turned-molotov of fuel came flying towards Bumblebee and when the terminator dove to cover, Julian took the opportunity to book it.

And as Gifbait raced after them, Julian told her to transform, had Boombait jump into her passenger seat, and then transformed himself.

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As the three of them raced away from the junkyard, a stunned Bumblebee gazed after them with wide, gleeful optics, one servo grasping over his chassis, right over where he could feel the fluttering of his spark.

A carrier, he thought giddily. Klikbait is a carrier.

The sight of that small, fragile mech with a sparkling of all things had lit a fire within Bumblebee.

One of rage, at first, as he had first assumed that some other unworthy bot had staked a claim over the other and had left him to rot-

Only for his assumptions to be proven wrong in the best way he could have ever imagined.

Klikbait being capable of creating his own young, of being a carrier… and having already had not only one, but seemingly two younglings- judging by the almost childlike field he had briefly sensed from the blue femme.

Two younglings, Bumblebee purred to himself before straightening. He will need someone to help… provide.

Bumblebee nodded, transformed, and followed after the small family, already making plans on how to acquire the necessary amount of fuel for the two youngsters and his future mate.

somethin' short, somethin' sweet xDDD

The Meeting:

"Fuckin shit!" Two voices hissed in unison as a third simply said, "Fragging owww."

They all blinked at one another. And as one, they cocked their heads to the side.

"Oh my fucking god," Klikbait said. "I'd know that stupid ass expression anywhere."

"You're-!" Deadeye said with a wide grin.

"ME!" Ricochet howled as he punched the air. "Let's fucking goooo!"

"This is crazy," Deadeye said as he walked over to poke at Klikbait. "Why are you so short?"

"I'm a motorcycle, bitch," Klikbait snapped. "They're tiny."

"The better question is," Ricochet said as he sauntered over with a lazy grin. "Why are the both of you so fucking short?"

"Shut up, you big blue bastard," Klikbait said as he struck a pose. "I bet y'all can't do this!"

He set himself on fire, and the two seekers clapped excitedly.

"Dude!" Ricochet said. "That's sick as fuck!"

"Oh! My turn!" Deadeye said before he reached over and lifted Ricochet up into the air, making him scream in surprise. "Hah!"

"What do you do?" Klikbait asked Ricochet as he extinguished his flames. "If I'm the arsonist and me number two over there is strong as shit, then you-"

Ricochet snorted as Deadeye placed him back down. "I'm a fuckin' tank bro. I can take hits like nothing, and I can deflect so much shit."

"Bet," Klikbait sneered as he spat out a fireball at the blue seeker, who grinned and raised his arm.

Sure enough, the fireball swirled around the appendage before rocketing back towards Klikbait, who was sent stumbling back with an 'oof!' as the fireball exploded on his chassis.

"Nice!" Deadeye gushed. "Oh! What are our names?"

"I called myself Klikbait," Klikbait said as he brushed soot off of himself. "What about you?"

"Deadeye," Deadeye said happily. "Screamer named me since he didn't like Jetlag."

"What? What's wrong with Jetlag?" Ricochet and Klikbait both asked at the same time.

"It's a good ass name," Klikbait said, nodding. "Straight to the fuckin' point too."

"Agreed," Ricochet said, nodding as well. "Whoever this Screamer is clearly has no taste."

Deadeye snorted. "Screamer's my twin brother."

"AYO?!" Klikbait and Ricochet shrieked.

"Fuckin' jackpot, Dead!" Klikbait cackled. "I want a brother too, but I'm good with my kids-"

"YOUR WHAT?!" Ricochet and Deadeye yelped.

"Damn, do I really sound like that when I freak the fuck out?" Klikbait complained as he rubbed his audials. "Fuck. Yeah, I got kids. Hoo boy, about seven of 'em right now." And then he grinned and tapped against his chassis. "And a few more on the way."

Deadeye and Ricochet's optics went wide.

Deadeye flitted over to poke at Klikbait's abdominal plating. "You're pregnant? Like, pregnant-pregnant?!"

"What the fuck, what the fuck," Ricochet hissed as he held his helm in between his servos. "Who the fuck did you fuck?!"

Without missing a beat, Klikbait crossed his arms and said, "Bumbles. And it wasn't fucking. It was some soul-shit. Kinda whack but it was nice." Klikbait cleared his vocalizer and muttered, "The fucking came after..."

"Wait, wait, wait," Deadeye said, waving his servos in the air with a flushed expression. "Would, um, would this Bumbles just so happen to be called Bumblebee?"

Ricochet choked. "No fucking way-"

"Yep," Klikbait said.

"Oh my god," Deadeye wheezed. "Are we all-?"

"With Bee?" Ricochet asked with his helm buried in his servos. "Sure fucking seems like it."

Klikbait burst out into loud cackles. "Oh my fucking god- this is amazing."

Deadeye straightened up with wide optics. "Wait, so does that mean that me and Bee are gonna...?"

Klikbait shrugged. "I have the parts for it. I think it's different for all of us."

Deadeye hummed and tapped his chin consideringly. "Well... I wouldn't mind it. I think I want to have kids too one day." He smiled warmly. "I want to have a big family."

Klikbait elbowed him playfully. "Trust me- once you start there is no way you'll ever fucking go back. It's great."

Ricochet, from where he was smacking his helm against the wall, muttered, "The size difference is fucking immense- if we have any kids, they'll literally be microscopic-"

"You good?" Both Klikbait and Deadeye asked the muttering seeker.

"Fuckin' peachy," Ricochet wheezed. "Any advice on how the fuck I'm supposed to start a family with a dude who comes up to my fucking knee?!"

Prompt: "Crossover"

“ORDER IN THE COURT!” Stardust squeaked as he hefted a gavel that was over twice his size into the air before slamming it down against the podium. “I SAID ORDER!”

“Shit, we’re in court?!” Klikbait hissed over to Ricochet who made a face.

“I didn’t do it,” Ricochet said, straightening up. “I swear.”

Stardust pointed at them. “SILENCE!”

Onni tumbled through the ceiling and crashed into the ground with a groan. “Fuckin’ ow.” He then shot up with a delighted gasp. “Aw hell yeah! I can fuckin’ curse again! WOO!”

Klikbait looked around at the cell in bemusement “So, what’s happening, exactly?”

Stardust zipped into the air in front of his face. “Interdimensional mindfuckery is what this is.” He spread his arms out to emphasise the cell that was steadily becoming more and more crowded as more people tumbled, appeared or were portalled in. “All of the Julians of every known universe are getting sucked into here. For some reason.” He held up a digit with a smug expression. “I overheard the bad guys talkin’- I don’t think they realized I was already in the cell after their ‘test’ run.”

“Damn,” Corgi said from where he was eyeing Ricochet thoughtfully. “Are they stupid or what?”

“Stupid for sure,” Blossom buzzed as he flew up beside Stardust, who cupped his servos together around him with a gleeful expression.

“You’re even smaller than me!” Stardust said, delighted. 

A black portal materialised midair and Spork hopped out with a cackle before he hacked up a blaster, which Deadeye snatched up with a disbelieving expression from where he’d suddenly popped into existence. “... pocket dimension?” He muttered before glancing up and pausing. “Uh.”

Multiple pairs of optics began to regard one another curiously.

Then-

“Just curious,” Morpho said as he leaned against the bars of the cell. “But do y’all ever buff?” 

“Only when I don’t have a choice,” Corgi said, looking at him with tired optics from where he was now curled up on top of a bemused Ricochet’s shoulder plating. “Which means that Bee usually takes care of that when I’m napping.”

It was like watching a tidal wave of reactions as every version of Julian perked up immediately at the name.

“You have a Bee?”

“Bumblebee?”

“Bumbles?”

“Hold up,” Klikbait suddenly said with a weirded out expression. “I am feeling some crazy fuckin’ deja vu right now.”

“Same,” both Ricochet and Deadeye said, eyeing each other.

Wrath hunched over with a curious expression. “So, since we’re all different versions of ourselves, does that mean that we’re all with different versions of Bumblebee too?”

Stardust clapped his servos together. “Right! If you’re all with a Bee, raise a servo!”

Nearly everyone’s servos went up.

All except for Stardust and Spork, who looked at one another in solidarity.

“Haven’t found a Bee,” Spork said with an amused expression. “Just been focused on runnin’ from the evil dude who made me.”

Stardust sighed. “I have been far too occupied with my presidency and maintaining a society to even bother leaving. Though, it has been some time since I’ve heard from two of my citizens. Hm.” He rubbed his chin consideringly. “A curiosity for later- those two are normally good at keeping in touch.”

“Yer missin’ out then,” Onni said as he strummed his banjo that had suddenly appeared out of thin air. “That’s all I’m gonna say.”

“Where did you get that,” Cyclic asked, staring at the banjo. “I’m serious, where in the hell-”

Vespa reached over to pat him on the helm. “Vespa thinks that we shouldn’t ask too many questions here, all things considered.”

Another commotion broke out as they all realized that they didn’t know each other’s names.

“We can’t just call each other Julian as funny as that would be,” Crash said. “My tacnet would fuckin kill me.”

An argument later and the appearance of Amazon Prime and they all had shoddily made bumper stickers on their chassis with their names scribbled over the blank space available.

“Why do you even have these,” Klikbait asked Amazon Prime, who shrugged. 

“I’ve been around for a good minute,” the Prime said. “Some people collect stamps. I collect bumper stickers.”

“Makes sense,” they all said, nodding.

Biteforce, from where he was chewing on Stardust’s discarded gavel, let out a growl as he lifted up his not-helm, the screen on his chassis lighting up with a grid view of the area they were all trapped in. “Ay, I think our jailors are comin.’”

Cyclic leapt up into the ceiling, managing to hide away from view as a multiple headed creature stopped in front of their cell, tentacles writhing through the air at them.

They took a collective step back with disgusted expressions.

“Ewww,” Arsenal said, cringing away. “What is that?”

Biteforce snapped his jaws over one tendril that came too close, and they watched as it separated from the creature’s body to plop onto the ground where it jumped and flexed before suddenly melting into a puddle of black goo.

“Augh,” Biteforce said, shaking his not-helm frantically. “Why can I taste that?!”

The creature didn’t seem to care that its tentacle had been severed, and they all watched as a new one took its place.

And then it was blasted backwards into a wall where it slumped down onto the ground with a gurgle.

They all whipped their helms around to stare at Deadeye who looked back at them.

“I have a gun,” Deadeye said. “What am I supposed to do? Not use it?”

“Is it bad that I genuinely forgot I could set myself on fire?” Klikbait asked no one in particular, but even that thought niggled at the back of his processor like an annoying itch.

“Not just you, actually,” Cyclic said as he jumped back down with a disturbed expression. “I think most, if not all of us have weapons we can use but… it’s like something’s keeping us from using what we have.”

Arsenal frowned and looked down at himself consideringly. “Let me try something.”

His chassis opened up, and then he let out a hum before pointing at Vespa. “Reach inside and when you feel something, pull it out.”

Vespa cocked his helm to the side before nodding and then he reached inside.

After a moment, he pulled out a rifle.

“...” they all stared at Arsenal, then at each other with wide optics.

“Infinite weapons glitch?” Onni said giddily as they all took turns pulling out their own weapon. The train spun his revolver and jumped when he accidentally fired a shot into the already dead creature across from them. “Oh shit- mah bad, guys.”

“Move,” Shadetrick said, motioning for them to step aside as he aimed his blaster at the cell doors

“I can help,” Boombox said as he began to vibrate the metal with his speakers.

He and Boombox worked together to weaken the bars until Wrath was able to snap them away, and then they all filed out with wide optics as they took in the massive building they were inside of.

“As far as kidnappings go,” Klikbait said as he kicked at a wall. “This is by far the coolest.”

“I just want to leave,” Wrath said pitifully. “I don’t like being here.”

Stardust flew over to give him a consoling pat on the helm. “You okay, big guy?”

Wrath looked up at him nervously. “Bad memories.”

“Ahh,” they nodded in understanding.

“If someone tries to stop us, I’ll just rip them apart,” Shadetrick told him easily. “The place could use some color.”

They all let out noises of agreement before they began to chatter about what fights they’ve all been in, their favorite method of attack and they poked fun at Onni for being a support main, to the train’s disgruntlement.

Some time later…

“This place practically screams super villain lair,” Deadeye said as they all stared up at the massive orb that hovered in the middle of the chamber they found themselves in, more of those creatures floating around, seemingly not having seen them.

Amazon Prime pointed at the orb. “Oh damn, I didn’t know this thing still existed.”

They all looked at him.

Amazon Prime looked back at them before waving his servos frantically. “In my defense, I didn’t realize we were in my universe. Orbs of mysterious origin that can transport people through universes are a dime a dozen when it comes to the multiverse, okay?”

Ricochet rolled his optics. “Okay, Amazon Prime, we hear you. Let’s just blow this shit up and go home. I’m missing quality movie time with Bee.”

Klikbait nodded. “I’m getting cravings. I want to be spoiled.” He pointed at the creatures that slowly began to turn towards them. “And I’m in a somewhat shitty mood so I’m going to burn these fuckers right now.”

He hefted up his flamethrower and shot out a blast of flames, sending one of the creatures shrieking into the cavern below.

“Whatever you do, don’t touch the orb,” Amazon Prime shouted to all of them as he leapt up towards the controls, punching one of the creatures away as he did so. “If you touch the orb, it’ll vaporize you.”

“But it’s shiny,” Morpho whined as he shot through the air at high speeds before transforming into a falcon and used the metal spikes on his talons to rip through one of the creature’s faces. 

“DO NOT TOUCH THE SHINY!”

“I love family reunions,” Deadeye said happily as he shot another creature, sending it careening towards Onni who shot it full of holes, making it fly down into the abyss like a deflating balloon. “It makes life so interesting.”

“Family, you say?” Onni said with a shit eating grin as he reached up to grab his banjo before playing a familiar tune that had every Julian perking up with gleeful expressions.

Boombox landed beside him and fired a shot at an oncoming creature as he let his speakers blast out the chorus, successfully turning their group into a crowd of party animals.

“WE ARE FAMILY~” All Julians sang simultaneously, a few even dancing mid-battle as they took down their respective opponents. “I’VE GOT ALL MY SISTERS AND ME~”

Shadetrick sang along quietly and couldn’t help but wonder if his Bumblebee was watching the chaos unfolding around him, and that thought alone made him grin a little wider and he raised his voice to join in the cacophony as they all blasted, shot and blew up every single one of the creatures until the place was empty.

“WE ARE FAMILY~” they all sang, breathless and laughing as they gathered in front of the orb to finish the song. “GET UP EVERYBODY AND SING~”

Spork coughed up a cloud of confetti as the song drew to a close and they all whooped and hollered and high-fived one another.

Stardust and Blossom flew over to them and gave them a thumbs up. 

“Orb is ready to go!” The two smallest of the Julians said. “Amazon just needs to sync up our spark signatures and then we’ll be poofed back home.”