#tf animated

Here’s the collaboration I did with my friend Francy @francy_pinksylveon_love We drew together 💖🥹🖤💜 Cherry and Neon from Shattered Glass, in the Mirror, Mirror AU version.

__________________________

“Story time! Story time! Story time!”

Megatron chuckled at his son’s enthusiastic chant.

He always wanted more story time every chance he gets when megatron returns from his long ‘mining’ trip, still covered in the stickers he put on him prior.

“B-127, if you keep on chanting over and over again, the tickle monster will come get you.” He smirks, hearing bee squeal and possibly scurry off to a hiding area before he turns around. “Oh gee, where did my babybee go?”

He says with faux questioning, looking around purposefully avoiding the obvious pair of peds. “Is he… here!” He shouts, looking under his son’s berth before shaking his helm.

“Nope, not here~.” He sing songs, hearing giggles of anticipation from behind him.

“Hmm, maybe he’s right… here!” He suddenly shouts, lifting his squealing and laughing son while whole heartedly making whooshing sounds before plopping him on the berth with an explosion sound.

“Hahahaha! Again!” Bee shouted with stars in his optics, making megatron chuckle.

“Again?! What happened to story time?” He questions, arching a challenging optic ridge at his giggly son. “Oh alright. Up we go!” He exclaimes, lifting his son up and doing what he did before.

Same exact explosion sound too before plopping him back down on the berth. “Are you settled now?” He asks, his son finally had it out of his system.

“Yeah, can you tell me the story?”

“Bee bee, you gotta be specific.” He reminded, booping him on the tip of his olfactory sensor. “Y’know! The story!” Bee exclaimes, making the older mech shake his helm amusingly.

“Ok, once upon a time, there was primus-.”

“Noooo mama! The other story! One with the miner!” He finally gave, megatron ohh’d before chuckling. “Ok, ok. Let’s see now….”

Long ago on the far end of the galaxy, live an angry, lonely bot.

He was left to wander alone on his ship, with nothing but his function, old and new as company… one cycle, while maintaining his ship he heard a noise.

That noise drew the mech in, he snuck around and saw a femme with energon blue paint.

As fierce and passionate as can be. While the two are exclusively different… this never bothered the estranged femme.

No. She showed him things that made him think otherwise, the creations she made and the things she finds joy in…

…it honestly made him feel something, something other than anger and loneliness… it made him feel… seen.

“Seen?” B-127 asked, making megatron nod his helm. “Indeed.”

All his life he thought fear and despair are the only ways of life to be fulfilled… but she made him think otherwise.

She showed him compassion, showed him enjoyment… and later down the line without that guidance… he learned love, safety, vulnerability.

Feelings that he never thought he’d feel in his long lifetime, ones he thought would never uncover…. Especially from a femme running away from her own past

“--And so, after all this time, the runaway femme and the lonely miner explored the entire galaxy, comfortable in each other’s presence.”

Megatron finished, staring downwards at his now already passed out son, hugging his favourite plush toy in his little servos. “Still works.” He whispers.

Kissing his son’s fore-helm before quietly leaving the room with a small grin.

‘Knew mine and shutter’s story would be his favourite every time.’ He thinks leaving his sleeping babybot towards his own berth room.

Un- subspacing an old crystal that reminded him so much of her optics, he held it close to his spark with a sad smile.

‘You’d love him shutter, you’d really love him.’

__________________________

Done and dusted.

I've never really liked how I looked.

I never really understood that part to be honest. I'm not unattractive in the sense, I've always been a rather pretty girl, mom says that I get it from her. I just don't know what it is about my appearance that I hate. I don't mind my hair color, I've always liked my eye color, I love my glasses, my face is fine. So what is it that bothers me so much about myself?

I think it's a part of the reason why I'm not a fan of mirrors, or most reflective surfaces I guess. I never noticed it much as a kid, just felt the weird feeling and moved on with my day. I told mom about it once and she said it was probably just a phase that I'd grow out of, kids hate weird things all the time. But it never really did go away, I honestly noticed it more as I got older, especially once I hit high school and once Laura and I stopped being friends. I mostly just try to ignore the feeling now, it's not like I can really avoid mirrors, otherwise my hair would always be a mess. Sometimes I catch myself staring at my reflection for too long but I usually snap out of it and go about my day like normal.

Summary: