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Because you're not wrong, anon.

His spouse has many nicknames for Megatron. The more annoyed, the sweeter it gets.

My Titan sweetcheeks

Dearest piss-baby

The father of my children

My warlord honey bunny

The love of my life

My bucket-headed boo boo

My beloved hubby

Babygirl would only be between them and absolute privacy because said human-to-Seeker-femme!spouse wrecked his valve and he liked it, no matter how much he complains and broods about it.

Sin Queen, I loved your work for years but was to nervous to ever ask or submit any art or stories but that changes tonight.

Meet my TFA oc, Chain Angel. Given life by the allspark fragment like Wreck-gar later on in the series, she's made a place next to the orange junkion along with the other autobots.

Just like Wreck-gar her intro was sudden and chaotic, but unlike the sweet trashbot she much more self aware albeit confused of the world around her. Angel didn't start out as a fembot. Nope she started in her alt mode a junkyard dog. Great right? After the autobots heard about a giant metal dog chasing cars in the streets of Detroit, the first meeting was... a bit confrontational.

Her manner of fighting is close and personal. This includes the chains wrapped around her waist occasionally swinging and striking her intended victim or pulling them close in hopes of strangling with the pretty pieces of gold. At other times the head on her back can give energy blasts to blow anybot away. She's brutal to put it short.

Personality, accompanied with a New Yorker accent, Angel is brash, abrasive, and will not hesitate to say what's on her processor. She's the brain between the herself and Wreck-gar, acting as the voice of reason for the older junkion when the situation turns sour. So she's basically your hot tempered take no shit boston robo lady.

Her words consist of slang such as " what a schmuck", " ya mook," and "quit yer grillin." Everyone is stumped of how she obtained such a humanlike personality in such a short time frame, especially old bot Ratchet who has no honest to god idea of what she's saying. He thinks it has something to do from the trash pile she came from. But before Angel could lunge for any throats she saw little Sari staring up at her in curiosity her. Angel completely melted. cooing and nuzzling the little girl.

Upon seeing such a familiar design Ratchet somehow tracks down Wreck-gar all the while Sari puppy talks Angel into following her, chained tail wagging all the way. The medic is yelling and shaking him demanding what he did. Locking optics with the trash hound there's an instant pull. Shifting into her fembot alt surprising everyone, Angel steps closer and both emit a white glow the closer they get. Angel's demeanor softens finding someone that feels so... familiar. Wreck-gar feels the same way. It kind of feels like... home. After the meeting, the two trash bots become inseparable. Wreck-gar gives the name Angel saying she was his guardian Angel (most likely repeating it from human propaganda). They start using the terms "big bro" and "little sis" as Sari explains how they came from the same place in a similar way dubbing them family.

After that she becomes fiercely protective of anyone she deems a friend. This junkion will either treasure you or flat out despise you. (There's no in between.) And we're talking full guard dog mode. Her main favorites of the cast are Wreck-gar, Sari, and Ratchet much to everyone's shock. You so much as look at her family or friends funny she's out for blood. An example of this is when Sentinel made a snide comment about Sari being an organic in front of Angel, ending with her chasing him up a tree with Optimus snickering at his screaming ex friend.

Chain Angel has a temper that puts hothead to shame along with a sharp tounge. You insult her she comes back full force. Not only that but she has the strength to back it up. If your familiar with the tfa series than you know Wreck-gar has some serious power thanks to the allspark fragment. The only difference is Chain Angel knows how to use it. Which is good because she finds herself going head to head with bots three times her size (cuz this girl short, a whole head shorter than bumblebee) whether decepticon or neutral.

Lockdown heard about Wreck-gar housing a fragment and found the opportunity too good to pass up figuring Megatron would pay handsomely for it. But upon meeting loyal protector Angel, the bounty hunter is more than surprised to find a smol angry fem threatening to choke him to death with a gold chain. He then has an inner conflict from wanting to take her spark as well to wanting to date her. Another instance is Megatron himself humored Angel referring to her as a "mutt" patting her on the helm mockingly. Angel just stood there, silent, static cracking from her metallic hair. Let's just say the warlord didn't find it so funny when he only pulled away with a few wires sticking out of the slot where his arm should have been.

But rough tough psychobot aside, Angel is super sweet towards humans finding them adorable. She'll refer to her friends as "boo," "sweetspark," and "Hon." She even calls oppy "Hot lips" or Bulkhead as "Dreamboat" flustering them immensely. She basically gives nicknames to anyone who she considers a friend, though it does get confused with flirtation often.

Despite being from Earth it doesn't stop her from help the autobots whenever she can with Wreck-gar by her side often cleaning up the city after decepticon attacks and coming to the rescue when there's an injured friend. The trash siblings even have an intro when making it to the scene. "I am Wreck-gar." "And I am Angel." "And we are your heroes!"

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Submitted by @purple-striped-shirt​

Oh!!!!!!!! I love your Transformers character, she’s so cute!!!! What a fun character!

This was a commission from @rocksinmuffin for @dunglizard

I had a lot of fun working on this I have to say. 

Thought I add something to @rocksinmuffin ’s Appliance-formers theme, so here’s my own oc and the first cybertronian character I ever finished designing!

I never thought that the first robot i draw would be @rocksinmuffin‘s Sinbot....

i never thought i would spend so much time on this -this was supposed to be a quick doodle how did it became like this-

“Darlin’, come down here.”

You and Megatron share a quick look. Even with the short, mayfly years passing by, you and him had achieved a strange… equilibrium. You shrink down, quickly mass-displacing in two steps to your old height as a human. Megatron spots the other adults in your family tuning into whatever is going on between you and your creator’s creator. They’re not even trying to hide their obvious interest. A quick glare deterred most of them, but a brave few had actually inched their way over using the slim cover of sorting out the recyclables on the nearby table. By color, material, and size. Your cousin had brought over the hose and a bucket to actually rinse out the various cans, bottles, and tins.

Of course, they all hear the ridiculous thing Meemaw says.

Megatron sputters as do you. Those raised purple wings flapping in confused alarm as your grand-creator drones over your “buts” with the well-intentioned sternness of a matriarch and dictatorial bullheadedness. She isn't a loud woman, but her voice echoes under the doorway.

Your cousin drops the hose. The sorting stops.

Megatron stomps his foot, and the table rattles from the force. They scurry to stop the glass from rolling off.

His in-laws somehow acquired the power to teleport with their sudden appearance. Your sire gives him such a long resigned look as the shared femmes of their lives begin to argue. Loudly.

“I’m sorry about this. I told her what you said. And we do love Starscream as if he’s our own flesh and blood, but Ma gets her ideas. And, well, since that-” your sire gestures to your entire being, “happened, Ma’s not letting it go.”

Megatron has no idea what’s happening, but his sire-in-law steps into the foray as Meemaw reiterates her point about troubles and marriages and making do with the situation. Especially when children are involved.

Your carrier is getting that particular pitch in her voice. The one that mechs side eye Starscream, even though the Seeker had existed before humanity extended beyond their primordial ooze out the ocean. You face pinches and wings slightly shift away as your carrier gets shriller in her affront.

Starscream strolls up with that ridiculous tie that Meemaw gave him on his graduation. “What’s with that face?! You look constipated or you got shot in the-.”

“Y/N’s extended kin thinks you were sired by Optimus.” He interrupts Starscream’s words, refusing to rise to the bait.