#mentioned springer

I think he initially got into it because it's like.. societal approved violence with a clear goal. Social bonding, too. He's meeting people, he's winning arbitrary points, and once it's over and he's got specks of energon staining his front, they can all line up and shake hands with no hard feelings about it. If you're like. Well adjusted, anyways.

Tangent probably just plays locally. If he played professionally, I could see some other player just gritting their denta every time they have to see his stupid fucking chevron or his Primusdamned doorwings blocking out the light and screwing up a pass. Hockey is what he does instead of stalking all of his family members' social media and catfishing their partners 'just in case.'

You know Tarantulas? Mesoluthas? That guy? Tangent has killer beef with him. It's not even mutual. Tarantulas is trying to do the 'yes my ex-husband's children he had without me are wonderful now will you take me back--' thing. Hm. My brain jumped through an elaborate set of circumstances but has concluded Rodimus probably has a Deltashock dickpic.

(Tarantulas->springer->Springer's relationships?->the wreckers->Springer and hot rod-> rodimus bare minimum association /pos-> delta e-slutting it up -> Deltashock's sent Roddy a dickpic before while knowing exactly who he is.) Is Hot Rod one of Springer's exes? Maybe, but they're friends. And fucking with (technically) her brothers exes friends is funny.

..why am I worldbuilding this. Anyways. I think Tangent's sparkling looks comically small next to him, so just hold up a mental image of armored up Praxian bot Tangent beaming with a lil buddy latched on to his bumper next to OH BOY MY RATIONED VIOLENCE TIME Tangent in full paint/gear. His team loves your Prinusdamned baby, okay. They're all grown mechs n femmes and largely so-so at small talk. Excited to see Tangent back, though, and to hear all about what you guys gave been up to. Cybertronians are incurable gossips.

They were kinda just waiting for their guy to step back in the same as always, but he's been so cooped up that's some mech is one bad day away from tasting the rink. He's getting aggressive at stuff he normally wouldn't, and he's really trying to tone it down. Tangent gradually improves in practice, but it's basically like he lost all of that patience and tolerance as soon as someone gets a bit too close into his space during a game, and kind of never decelerates. He's been missing for a while, so it's kind of disturbing for others to watch. He fills out his jersey even more, throws his doorwings up threateningly.

Stuck lactating as a natural consequence to, y’know, sparking, Tangent gets used to pumping at practice sessions and before games, and you're kinda stuck as his jockey. Lil cold, so I'm just picturing puffball baby.. and a bunch of sensor dampeners. Tangent is practically deaf when he walks into the rink so that he's not constantly overstimulated. He'd crash or be an entirely different kind of violent where the puck is the last thing he's considering.

He probably makes up a little go bag to just snatch before he leaves and get into the habit of it, making it routine to sit out and drain his pouches first thing, but.. uh. Might've taken his pump out of the bag to clean it some day or another and forgot to put it back in.. whoops. Tangent is tense, but pretty convinced the worst of the consequences is going to be some tightness in his bumper and aching. Takes a slam to the chest guard, and it knocks him out of balance significantly more than usual.

In his jersey, you're probably the only one with a decent guess of where the pink specs came from. Think it's a darker base color, so it hides it partially, but as he keeps moving and body blocking and the high is building, he's just become mindless to the feeling of his puffy nozzles swollen under his chest plates, hasn't spared an optic for whatever is going on with the tingling in his plating.

Eventually, Tangent probably gets signaled off the ice and because sure- some blood is fine, broken components might need a glance, but his bumper is dripping. It'd be ten times worse if he hucked off his plating to investigate, letting his swollen, drooping tits flop out and the liquids he's been ignoring soaked into his front.