A Universe Full of Diversity

Hello everyone! I thought it might be fun to give writing commissions a try for some extra spending money and practice. Priced at $10 for around 1000 words.

I'll be keeping the fandom to Transformers for now but may branch out if this gets even the slightest bit of attention.

TF series I'll write for: Transformers Animated, Transformers Prime, Earthspark, MTMTE/Lost Light Comics, Cyberverse

Content I'll Write:

Sfw

Nsfw

OC x Canon

OC x OC

Canon x Canon

Bot x Human

Content I won't write:

Noncon

Underage

Incest

Gore

Scat/Watersports/Emeto

If I didn't list something and you're unsure, please ask!

This is my first time doing something like this so please be gentle with me.

Examples of my writing can be found here, here, and here!

Hello everyone! I thought it might be fun to give writing commissions a try for some extra spending money and practice. Priced at $10 for around 1000 words.

I'll be keeping the fandom to Transformers for now but may branch out if this gets even the slightest bit of attention.

TF series I'll write for: Transformers Animated, Transformers Prime, Earthspark, MTMTE/Lost Light Comics, Cyberverse

Content I'll Write:

Sfw

Nsfw

OC x Canon

OC x OC

Canon x Canon

Bot x Human

Content I won't write:

Noncon

Underage

Incest

Gore

Scat/Watersports/Emeto

If I didn't list something and you're unsure, please ask!

This is my first time doing something like this so please be gentle with me.

Examples of my writing can be found here, here, and here!

“Any of you seen Gleam? She's not answering her comms.”

“Last I saw she was heading to the lab with some bot I've never seen.”

“AND YOU DIDN’T THINK TO TELL ME THAT?”

Wheeljack replayed the brief conversation over again in his head. Gleam, his prototype, brought to life with energy from his own spark chamber, hours of scolding from the medics be damned, his precious prized creation. Alone. With some bot he doesn't know. Doing Primus knows what alone in his lab. He was young once he knows how this works. First time he got caught he had to spend six hours sanitizing everything.

And Wheeljack was not being over protective! He was being the perfect amount of protective, thank you very much. Was he supposed to just leave her alone with some bot he's never met and hasn't properly vetted? Absolutely not! He was putting a stop to this right now.

Stopping just short of transforming and driving to the lab, Wheeljack ran as fast as his stabilizers would carry him. Nevermind the fact that Gleam could dismantle a bot ten times her size in under a minute, and would probably dismantle him for this. She was small and couldn't talk properly and that left her open for bigger bots to take advantage of her. Primus, he hasn't been this close to a spark attack since the time the jet twins got into his highgrade stash.

“When I get my servos on that pile of scrap-”

The door to the lab was in sight. Pausing just before it, Wheeljack took a step to calm himself. Maybe he was overreacting. Just a tiny bit. Gleam was a grown femme and could take care of herself. If she wants to have friends over, that's her business. But she will not be conducting and other kind of “business” in his lab. Punching in the security code, the door slid open and revealed Gleam standing on one of the tables with the bot standing beside her, pedes on the ground. With his intake moving faster than his processor, Wheeljack blurted the accusation.

“You two are interfacing!”

“W-Wait, no I can explain! We were just-” The bot, a meter maid by the look of him, panicked and stuttered while Gleam hadn't even looked up from the project in her hands.

“Really?” She began, the mechanical chirps and whirs of her alternate style of speech filling the space of the lab and cutting off the panicking bot. “Meter, why didn't you tell me? I would have put my tools down.”

Gleam finally glanced up from the unfinished project she had previously been showing the bot, named Meter apparently, and gave Wheeljack an unamused look.

“You seriously think I'd interface in a lab? In your lab? Where I know for a fact you've interfaced before? If I was going to frag Meter it sure as the pits wouldn't be in here. Nevermind the fact that fragging doesn't even appeal to me.”

Ah. Right. That little fact about her he had conveniently forgotten.

“Wheeljack, Sir, I swear I didn't have any kind of intentions with her!” The bot, Meter, interjected. “Gleam, I thought you told him I was coming over!”

"I did! But apparently he forgot."

And now Wheeljack might have conveniently just remembered Gleam telling him she was bringing a friend to the lab today.

Hello taking a chance with posting one of the first transformers pics I ever wrote! A huge thanks to @foxespen for helping me so much with writing this! Wheeler, Liam, Cass, and Junior belong to her as well and Lightstreak belongs to me!

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Wheeler doesn’t always understand human traditions. Even after living there for 10 earth years at this point, some things still don’t always make sense to her. Things like ‘memes’, children, or, in this case, camping. Why build or buy a house and then go sleep in the woods with all the…ugh, bugs crawling everywhere? Just the thought of them made her plating crawl.

However, she still wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. It’s nice to get away and be with the human family she’s grown to cherish. Cassidy and Junior are almost 11, and they’re still always so excited to come to the orchard every year. On top of that, the trips probably do wonders for Liam as getaways from the stress of the cities and the auto shop.

Wheeler reflects on this as she watches the campfire’s flames dance in the dark, little chunks of burnt marshmallow and hot dogs charred in the pit. Suppose she could add ‘burning your food to a crisp’ to the list of things she doesn’t understand about humans. Oh well, the kids seem to be having fun. “Careful with the sugar, kids, I doubt your old man can keep chasing you around the forest in the middle of the night forever.” She laughs as the old man gives her a glare. 

“Ah, let ‘em live, woman! ‘Sides, that extra energy can come in handy in case you gotta outrun a monster.”

“Monsters?” Junior says through a mouth full of marshmallows.

“Liam, don’t.” Wheeler warns flatly. “Because I’m gonna end up being the one needing to ‘protect’ them tonight.”

“Fine, fine, I guess they won’t get to hear about the Detroit Banshee.” 

“The Detroit Banshee?”

Oh, Primus, here we go.

The older man leans forward. “ That’s right, she lives in these very woods! They say that long ago, a light shot from the sky and into these woods, and that’s when… she appeared.” He gestures to the trees surrounding them. “First, you hear the branches creak, and then a ghostly wail.”

Liam shoots Wheeler a pointed wink. She rolls her optics and turns her fans on, startling the children at the light whirring sound.

“Then after that, you hear the faint sound of a woman crying. Just about the saddest cry you’ve ever heard. The kind of cry that makes you want to run off and help her.” Some critter scuttles around just behind them, sending the kids closer to Wheeler. “But that, there, is her trick. To lure you closer and closer…” He leans in, his voice softening to a whisper with every word. “Until the last thing you see is a pair of ghastly, Red eyes… and then-” Liam jumps forwards, arms stretched out towards the kids. “She Gets Ya!”

The kids screech, hurting Wheeler’s audio components as they climb and cling to her. Liam doubles over in laughter, earning a glare from his twins. “DAD, QUIT IT!”

“Hehahaha! Oh you kids are too easy!” Liam cackles.

“Yeah, thanks Liam, now they really aren't going to sleep.” Wheeler sighs.

“No problem, Wheels!” He wipes the tears from his eyes. “Now, they ain’t gonna be running around those woods, now.”

Wheeler rolls her optics for the umpteenth time, servos patting the children’s backs to sooth them. “Come on, guys, your old man is just messing with you. There’s no such thing as a ‘Detroit Banshee’”

“B-but, how do you know that? I mean, there’s such a thing as you, so who knows what’s out there?!”

“Gee, thanks kid.” Wheeler answers dryly. “ Well, it’s probably about time we get to sleep. Or at least however much we can get when your old man starts sawing logs.” The kids giggle as Wheeler pushes them to their little tents. “I’ll keep the fire going for a bit longer so you kids can see if you need it.” The kids reluctantly nod as they wish the two goodnight and crawl into their sleeping bags.

“You know you can always live a little, right? Scary stories are a rite of passage for camping.”

“Well we’ll see how smug you’ll be when you have to wash their sleeping bags because they were too scared to go to the bathroom. Now you get to bed too, you old fart, if you wanna make it to the lake at a good time tomorrow.”

The senior grumbles about her needing to get off his back, but goes to his tent nonetheless.

Wheeler finds herself staring up into the night sky… this world is strange, the people on it even stranger. She supposes she should feel alienated, after all being a literal alien. Oddly enough, she’s never felt more at home. She’s never able to connect with any of the bots on Cybertron, always feeling like she was unwelcome on her own planet. Of course, this world isn’t perfect. Wheeler is sure there’re plenty of people that don’t want her here, but the people that do make it pretty impossible to care.

But still, some things she was just unable to connect with them on. There isn’t much she could do about it, but sometimes she thinks it might be nice to have someone that understands how she feels in those moments…

Wheeler is brought out of her thoughts by loud snoring, glancing at her family to see them all fast asleep. Oh well, there isn’t much use dwelling on it now. She grabs the bucket of lake water and dumps it on the fire. Once fully extinguished, she lays back on the tarp covered ground and lets her optics close as she drifts into recharge.

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“Wheeler… Wheeler!” Her blue optics blink as she feels little hands smacking at her faceplate. She pushes them away and turns over. Alas, it is in vain. The tiny hands continue to torment her. “Wheeler!”

She lets her optics stay open this time, staring back at the scared little faces in front of her.

“Alright, alright, I’m up. Who needs to go to the bathroom?”

“No, Wheeler, it’s the Banshee! We heard her!”

Wheeler groans, “No, it’s not.”

“Yes it is! Listen!” 

Wheeler loves these two to death, but she swears that she’s gonna strangle them one day. Still she sits up and listens around. “I don’t hear any-” 

Wheeler freezes as a soft sob rings through the trees.

“O…ok some weird animal is making noises.” She stands with a sigh, knowing she was gonna have to check it out. “Just stay here, I’ll go shoo whatever it is away.” Wheeler follows the sound.

Most likely it has to be an owl, or some other bird. Wheeler counts herself lucky that most animals out here aren’t that big. Especially since she isn’t that tall in comparison to other cybertronians, only standing at about 13 ft. Hopefully it isn’t something like a bear, she really isn’t in the mood for trying to scare one of those away.

As she nears the source of the crying, slowing her speed to a creep. As she carefully brushes some branches out of the way, and freezes.

That wasn’t a fucking animal…. It was a cybertronian…. And a big one. A flier with scarred purple armor hunched over on the forest floor. 

She needed to go back quickly and get the Jacksons out of here. Wheeler begins to back away, but in her silent panic, fails to notice the root her ped was now hooked on. She yelps as she falls, her wheel getting stuck in the root. She starts to yank her ped, only to freeze as the glowing red eyes zone in on her. The figure stood to her full height.

Shit, she was really tall!

“Who are you?! What are you doing here?!” a blaster is now in her face, furthering her panic.

“H-hold on! I’m not here to cause any trouble!”  Her optics trail to the insignia on the bot’s chassis, or at least what is left of it. Wheeler recognized the Decepticon emblem, but it was heavily scratched.

“Hey! Optics up here, brat!” 

Wheeler’s optics flew back up. “B-Brat?!”

“Who sent you?”

“Wha- no one sent me! Can you please get that thing out of my face?!” Yeah, maybe it was a bad idea to back talk the bot with a blaster aimed at her, but Wheeler was also freaking out. She took a deep breath before continuing. “My designation is Wheeler. And you?”

The bot stared her down for a minute, clearly skeptical, before lowering her blaster. “...Lightstreak.”

“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it? What are you doing out here? Wasn’t exactly expecting to see a con out this far.”

“I am not affiliated with the Decepticons. And I could say the same for you. I didn’t pick up on any autobot or con signals out here.”

“Yeah, cause I’m neither. I left Cybertronian space a long time ago to get away from all that bullshit. And stop avoiding my question.” 

"Hm. At least you've got half a processor in your helm. And the reason I'm out here is precisely none of your business." Despite her harsh tone and words, she knelt down and got Wheeler's ped unstuck from the root before standing and offering a hand to help Wheeler up. "Now get up. You're small enough as it is and I'd rather not talk to you when you're all the way on the ground."

Wheeler’s brow ridge twitched, but she decided not to say anything. She takes the offered servo, slightly surprised at how gentle Lightstreak was being. Before she could say anything, the bushes behind them rustled.

“Wheeler! Where are you?!”

“Did you get eaten by the banshee?!”

Lightstreak retreats back to the shadows as Cassidy and Junior pop out of the shrubbery. 

“Wheeler! You’re not eaten!” The two run up and cling to her stabilizers.

“Of course not, you dorks. There’s no banshee out here.” She shook her head.

Cassidy looks behind Wheeler and screams while pointing.

“THE BANSHEE!” Wheeler turns back and sees Lightstreak’s optics. Great! Now she had two piss scared little kids and a giant ex con.

“Uh… hey, can you come out for a sec! Just so these brats will calm down. I promise these two aren't venomous or whatever!”

Lightstreak hesitated for a moment. She wanted to just leave, but she didn't want the children to be scared. She really had no qualm with humans.

Slowly, she stepped out from the shadows.

"Really? Banshee? Not the most creative nickname I've been called, but I think I like the sound of it."

The kids peek out from behind Wheeler, “Another robot?”

“Yep. Another robot. In fact she’s an alien like me, and therefore not a banshee. Which means you can go back to-”

“Wait!” Junior interrupted. “You’re an alien like Wheeler?”

“I…Suppose I would be an alien to you, yes.” It wasn’t exactly the reaction Lightstreak was expecting. She especially didn’t expect the children’s look of curiosity to melt into pure excitement as they rushed to her before either bot could make a move.

“That’s so cool! How long have you been here? Are you and Wheeler related?” Cassidy asked quickly.

“Huh? No we’re-”

“And you’re so big! Do you also turn into a scooter but like a giant scooter? Can we ride the giant scooter?” Junior cut Lightstreak off with his own rapid fire.

What is with these two?! “That’s not-” 

“Do you live in the woods? Do you have a place to go?” The twins gasp in unison and whip around to Wheeler. “Can she come back with us? Please, please, please, please!” They begged.

Wheeler felt her brow twitch more. “ Guys, now come on- we don’t- it would be rude-” The little pouts bore into her spark… ugh she better not regret this.

“... fine.” the two cheer. “IF she is ok with it.”

“Absolutely not! I am not going anywhere with-” The kids turn their puppy dog stare on to Lightstreak. And by the allspark, she has no idea what she’s looking at or why it makes her feel bad for not agreeing. “...fine, I'll go with you.”

The two squeal in excitement, jumping around their new friend. Wheeler groans, the sugar rush decides to kick in now? This was not how she thought the weekend was gonna go.

“Alright then, come on.” Wheeler motions for Lightstreak to follow her as she picks the two children up. “The camp site isn’t that far from here.”

As they walk the kids turn to face the flier. “My name’s Cassidy, this is my baby brother, we call him Junior.”

“Hey, you’re only 12 minutes older than me!”

The young girl ignores him. “What’s your name?”

“Lightstreak.”

“Do you turn into a giant scooter?”

“No, I turn into a jet.”

Junior gasped, “ Can you fly us around?”

“Not happening, squirt.” Wheeler shuts him down, earning a whine.

Cassidy jumps in, “Is that why you’re so tall?” 

“Yep.” Lightstreak wasn’t sure how much they knew about Decepticons, but regardless she didn’t need to indulge them on the specifics of flier coding genetics. “Are all humans this chatty?”

“Just the obnoxious ones.” Wheeler retorts, earning a chuckle from the larger bot.

“You’re just mad cause she’s bigger than you!” The children both blow raspberries at her, earning a full on laugh from Lightstreak. 

“Well, if Wheeler here is a scooter then it makes sense why she’s so small and adorable. I bet I could carry her around in my subspace.”

“Try it and I’ll dismantle your legs.” Wheeler shot a glare over her shoulder strut. 

This just in. Cringe culture is dead and I'm posting my self indulgent fluffy oc x canon fanfiction. In the dead of night so no one can perceive me

The knightformers au belongs to @archie-sunshine and Gleam belongs to me. I hope the two entire people that end up seeing this enjoy

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Shockwave knew he was the last person to deserve the sight before him. Gleam's tired eyes staring at him lopsided in the dimly lit room, freckles glowing a pale blue in contrast to the warm yellow of the light spell she was just barely maintaining in her sleepy state. It was late, and yet she always insisted on staying up with him as long as possible whenever he stayed over. Another thing he knew he didn't deserve.

Shockwave was well aware of the truly heinous things he had done in the war. To others. To himself. His form corrupted beyond repair, done of his own free will in his pursuit of knowledge and power. Even just speaking his name was enough to make some shudder with fear. And yet, sleepy sky blue eyes stared with nothing but pure love and adoration for him. 

Truly, he had no right to have such eyes on him. No right to be laying beside Gleam on her vast collection of soft blankets and pillows, gently brushing his thumb over the star-like freckles on her cheek. Surely just a mere touch from an abomination like him would corrupt her beauty, and yet it never did. 

“You look lost in thought.” Soft purple words appeared in front of him and lingered for a moment before fizzling out. 

“I am simply wondering how many stars were sacrificed in order to etch them into your skin so beautifully.” Of course he would never tell her what was truly going through his mind. He had made the mistake of expressing these thoughts to her once and will not be doing so ever again. It had resulted in a confusingly angry and affectionate lecture on all the good he’s done for her, how happy he makes her, and how dare he disparage her boyfriend like that. Definitely not something he was looking for a repeat performance of.

Unaware of his mental plight, Gleam simply smiled and leaned into his touch. “You already know. You counted at least ten times by now.”

And he had, because of course he had. It was imperative that he knew every single detail of her body, the exact number of freckles on it included. Of course she hadn’t stayed still through the ordeal which had necessitated the numerous recounts. Not that he minded. It was simply more time spent appreciating the sight of her he knew he wasn’t worthy of.

“Perhaps if you hadn’t moved so much I wouldn’t have needed to count so many times. The slightest touch had you squirming.” He poked her side just to see the silent giggle etching a smile onto her face, only for a yawn to break it.

“You are tired. You need to sleep.” Shockwave had lost the need to sleep long ago with his corruption, but could still appreciate sleep when it allowed him to hold his love while she rested. A fact he had to struggle to remember when a truly heartbreaking pout formed on Gleam’s face. She hated when he insisted she sleep when he was there. She always wanted to spend as much time with him as possible before he left again.

“Don’t look at me like that. You know I will be here for at least three more days.”

“I know…” Suddenly she leaned forward, loosely draping her arms around his shoulders. “Carry me to bed? Please?”

Another tactic of hers. One he was powerless to resist.

“Very well.” Carefully pulling her into his arms, Shockwave stood and lifted Gleam from the mass of pillows and blankets. The “cuddle puddle”, she had dubbed it. Making sure not to jostle her he carried her to her bedroom, though she kept insisting he call it their bedroom, and set her on the bed. It took some gentle tugging as well as the promise to only take a moment to remove his armor to convince her to untangle her arms from around his shoulders. He felt her eyes on him as he turned his back to her and began removing his armor, and no sooner had the last piece been removed did he feel her arms wrapping around his waist and gently pulling him back towards the bed.

“Impatient little thing.” Yet his tone held nothing but fondness as he allowed himself to be pulled onto the bed, turning himself so he lay facing her and once again had her adoring gaze on him. Of course, no sooner had he laid down did he feel her delicate fingers tracing the ‘Y’ shaped scar on his chest. It was self inflicted of course, done to himself in the process of becoming what he is now. This time he forcefully shoved down the thoughts of such an unholy part of him tainting her soft skin as he felt the soothing pulse of healing magic flowing across his chest. It wouldn’t do anything. Scars this old couldn’t be erased. Gleam knew this as well, and yet she insisted on doing this every time. She had claimed it was the same thing as “kissing it better.” An action she had also performed on numerous occasions. A completely nonsensical and illogical notion, not to mention completely useless and ineffective.

Though he found it increasingly difficult to care as the calming blue light from her palm illuminated the scar on his chest as well as the jagged runes etched onto his arms. A cheap bastardization of the pale blue starlight on her cheeks.

All too soon, the light faded and she simply rested her hand on his chest. Even in the near complete darkness of the room, Shockwave could see Gleam struggling to keep her eyes open. Normally he would pull her to him, keeping her safe in his arms as she rested, but he was feeling a bit self indulgent tonight. Instead, he tucked his face into the crook of her neck. He felt her silent giggle as her hand found the back of his head. Tendrils of smoke caressed her fingers as he nuzzled further into her. The scent of medicinal herbs and flowers flooded his senses. A scent so uniquely her that he couldn’t get enough of.

Shockwave stayed pressed against her, as close as he could possibly get, hearing and feeling her breathing gradually evening out as she fell asleep. Then, slowly, ever so slowly, his mouth began to open. Jagged teeth poised just millimeters away from the thin skin of Gleam’s throat. It would be entirely too easy to bite down. To tear her tiny little throat out that wouldn’t have been able to scream even before then. She was so weak. So fragile. And yet she slept so soundly, unaware of the true danger she was in. She trusted him so implicitly. Him. The Demon Lich. And he so readily, so selfishly took advantage of her trust. Allowed her to show him affection. Allowed him into her home and bed. Accepted her kindness and gazed upon her beauty he had no right seeing. 

Yes. Shockwave was selfish. Keeping this treasure locked away all for himself. Away from someone who truly deserved such a light in their life. But really, when has he ever cared about being selfish? Not once has he been a good person and he wasn’t about to start now. He had his love in his arms, whether he deserved it or not, and he will not be letting her go.

Daring to let the tip of his tongue brush against Gleam’s throat, tasting her, feeling the small shiver run down her sleeping body, Shockwave felt a sense of satisfaction knowing no one else would have her. She was his and only his.

Slowly, he closed his mouth again. He nuzzled his face back into her neck, taking in her scent once more as the thought settled in his mind.

He truly was a selfish man.

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Sunlight slowly filtered into the bedroom as the sun rose and Gleam awoke not to the gentle brushing of fingers on her cheek like she did when Shockwave stayed over, but to the feeling of arms wrapped tightly around her waist and soft breaths fanning over her neck. Her sleep-addled mind struggled for a long moment to comprehend the situation before it finally clicked. 

Shockwave had fallen asleep.

Gleam remembered him telling her that he could sleep, he just didn’t need to anymore. So even on the rare occasion that he wanted to be held by her as she slept, much like last night, she would always wake to their positions reversed and Shockwave stroking her cheek or hair. Not long after he would make her get up and start the day, no matter how much she pouted.

Today was different, however. Shockwave had fallen asleep and was still asleep. Asleep and clinging to her. Logically, she knew she should wake him up and get the day started. She had potions to make and he had his own projects to work on. But when did she ever get to sleep in with him? Surely just a few more minutes to hold him wouldn’t hurt?

Back from vacation posting another fic I have hidden in my Google drive. Once again thanking @foxespen for helping me write this! She owns Scraplet and I own the sparkling, who's name happens to be Vi (since she isn't named in the story) Hope you all enjoy!

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Even with the Quintessons dealt with, Scraplet knew he shouldn't be out exploring alone. Starscream had to have noticed he was missing by now and he was definitely going to get grounded when he got back. Oh well. It would be worth it after getting to see so much.

Still, he's been out for a while. Maybe he should head ba-

A loud cry cut off his thoughts. Wings perked up, he was immediately on high alert as he scanned the area. He could only see the usual fauna that lived on the surface, whispy plants swaying in the soft wind. Suddenly he saw something move in the bush along with another cry. He kept his blaster at the ready as he approached, but froze when he finally got a peak at what was causing the noise. 

A tiny transformer squirming uncomfortably in the grass. Scraplet had never seen one like this, lacking armor and the protoform looked soft and pudgy. 

“H-hello, little one. Where did you come from?” He reached out and gently brushed her helm with his digits. 

The tiny transformer let out a distressed whine and reached for him, grasping at his digits with her little servos. She didn't respond verbally, or even seem to understand what he said.

Maybe her voice box was malfunctioning? He should take her to Starscream and get her help. Carefully picking her up in his arms, he was able to feel how soft the protoform was. It was an odd feeling, but not an unpleasant one. “I hope you don’t mind me carrying you. It’s a little ways away from our base and it will be fast for me to fly us there.”

She settled her weight onto him almost as soon as he picked her up. Her only other response was a nonsensical babble as she seemed happier to be off the ground.

Scraplet couldn’t help but chuckle, this weird tiny transformer was kind of cute. He felt a protective feeling deep in his chassis. Holding her securely he booted up his thrusters and took off to the sky. Going slow and steady, he kept glancing back to the little one to make sure she was ok.

The tiny bot was visibly nervous, clinging to him and burying her faceplates in his neck cables. She was whimpering a little, but not full on crying just yet. Scraplet gently pulled her closer to his chassis, letting her hear the subtle hum of his engine. “It’s gonna be ok. Starscream will know what to do. Maybe Soundwave can help, too! He’s an expert with minicons!” He gave her a warm grin.

Little tear filled optics stared up at him for a moment before smushing back into his chassis. She still didn't seem to understand what he was saying, but clung tighter to him either way.

Scraplet’s smile fell and his optics widened. Oh no, he made her more upset! Ok, better get to the base a little quicker. Hopefully Starscream will know what to do.

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The Decepticon Air commander stood at the landing pad with his arms crossed and his pede tapping impatiently as he watched the sky. 

“You’re going to break your thrusters.” 

Starscream glanced back to meet Megatron’s optics, clicking his glossa as he started passing instead. “He knows he needs to consult me before leaving the base alone. Especially if he’s gone for this long. Ugh when he comes back he’s going to be on washroom duty for two- no three weeks!”

Megatron rolled his optics as Starscream screeched out his frustrations. “The boy isn’t going to learn how to handle himself if you keep coddling him.”

The seeker’s wings twitched in irritation. “I will handle my underling and decide when he is ready to ‘handle himself’, my lord.” He tried to control the amount of venom he spat out with the title.

Both mechs perked up when they heard the sound of thrusters getting closer, spotting the youngling gently coming to a stop on the landing pad. 

“Scraplet! Where have you been? You know you’re not supposed to-” The seeker froze when he got closer and saw the small sparkling in his arms. “W-what the-? Wh-where did you get a sparkling?!”

At the mention of a sparkling, Megatron quickly approached to look at the little one. 

Said sparkling was still clutched against Scraplet's chassis, clinging as tightly as her little servos could. She let out a loud distressed whine, clearly not liking all the sudden attention.

“I-I found her out in a field.” Scraplet nervously tried to explain. “I think something is wrong with her vocalizer. She won't talk.”

“Of course she won’t, she’s a sparkling!” Starscream exclaimed as he looked the little one over. “She looks so young… You found her in the field?” Megatron’s face turned dark at the thought of the sparkling being left all alone in a slagging field. Right now he had to focus on the problem in front of him, but he intended to hunt down the carrier and have a chat. 

“A sparkling?” Scraplet tilted his helm in confusion. “What’s a sparkling? Is it a kind of minibot? That’s what I thought she might be.”

Said Sparkling was finally lifting her helm just barely enough to look at the two larger bots. Wide, tearful optics stared at the seeker and warlord for a moment before she hid her faceplates again.

“A sparkling is a young Cybertronian. One that has just been brought to life by a carrier and sire.” Starscream explained as he tried to get a closer look at the sparkling.

“You mean like when you created me? But I don’t remember being this small.”

“You weren’t. You were cold constructed like most bots are nowadays.” He pointed at Scraplet. “You emerged with a younger frame, but still fully functioning as a grown bot.” He pointed at the sparkling. “Judging by the lack of armor, this one has only recently emerged and will take a long time before she can walk or speak on her own.”

“We should take her to Soundwave for a check up. Who knows what she might be carrying.” Starscream reached towards the bitty to take her out of Scraplet’s hold. 

The sparkling shrunk away from Starscream as he tried to take her. He was new and scary and she didn't want to go with him.

“M-maybe I should hold her. She’s pretty skittish.” Scraplet held her tighter as he gently patted her helm.  The sparkling blinked up at him before taking his digits into her tiny servo. After examining his servo she stuck a digit in her intake, chewing with soft protoform instead of sharp denta.

Starscream sighs before he gestured for his ward to follow him. “Don’t think I forgot you left without permission. We’ll discuss your grounding later.”

The young seeker’s wing dropped slightly as he sighed. Meanwhile Megatron was following close behind, meeting the sparkling’s optics that were now on him. They were yellow, almost too big for her faceplate though she would likely grow into them. 

He can’t remember the last time he had properly seen a sparkling, or been allowed near one. They were common among the higher class, those that could afford someone else to take care of them. In the mines however, it was a hazard. Even if you could find time to spark another bot, it would be too dangerous to carry the thing down there. And if you got to the emergence? The guards could snatch them away, never allowing the carrier to see their bittlet again…

It made his tanks churn and his energon boil thinking about it.

Pulling Scraplet’s digit out of her intake, the bitty continued to stare at Megatron. After another moment or two a small smile formed on her tiny lipplates. The first smile she's given since being found.This sparkling, this tiny little bitty, smiled at him. Completely ignorant to his inner turmoil, to everything he's done. He knew in that moment he couldn't, he wouldn't let anything happen to her. Wouldn't let her have the same miserable life he did. 

So a bit of context for this one! What happened was @foxespen 's oc Scraplet is Starscream's ward in most continuities so for this specifically he ended up calling Gleam mom. So she decided to fuck with Starscream a little and say they had to get married now, fully expecting him to act disgusted and refuse. Only for him to leave and come back with two rings and an officiant. He accidentally lost his braincells trying to do right by his ward.

As always, the knightformers au belongs to @archie-sunshine ! I hope you all enjoy

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So I got brainworms and made a new OC and the disease progressed further and made me ship them with Rung. Mayday is a medic and of course I headcanon that medic hands are really sensitive and things have escalated from there. But anyway I hope you all enjoy!

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Thank you @archie-sunshine for this wonderful commission! And for letting me post it with the fic i originally wrote that inspired the comm. Everyone will read it and check out Archie's Stragglers fic right now immediately since the depiction if Hot Rod is from his au and its Really Good

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1. Progesterone: not for everyone, but for many people it may increase sex drive and WILL make your boobs bigger. Also effects mood in ways that many find positive (but some find negative). Most doctors won’t prescribe this to you unless you ask. Most trans girls I know swear by it.

2. Injectible estrogen: is more effective than pill or patch form. Get on it if you can bear needles bc you will see more effects more quickly.

3. Estradiol Cypionate: There is currently a shortage of injectible estradiol valerate. There is no shortage of estradiol cypionate. Functionally they do the same shit.

The concerns surrounding venous thromboembolic events as a side-effect of hormone replacement therapy can mostly be traced back to one particular study known as the Women’s Health Initiative. This study was an enormous undertaking which, unfortunately, demonstrated significant adverse effects of the hormone therapies studied. As a result of this the use of hormone replacement therapy in postmenopausal cis women was dramatically reduced as the medical community began to question whether or not the therapy caused more harm than good.

Naturally, trans women have been suffering from this fall-out ever since.

What physicians seem to fail to recognize is that the study examined a very specific hormone regimen which was, arguably, outmoded at the time the study was conducted: It examined the use of conjugated equine estrogen (Premarin) with or without the use of medroxyprogesterone acetate. Neither of these drugs is regularly used for the treatment of transgender women.

The estrogen most commonly used to treat transgender women nowadays is 17β-estradiol either in pill form or in the form of a sticky patch that you apply to your skin. Esters of estrogen (e.g. estradiol valerate) are also sometimes used either in a pill form or as an intramuscular injection.

Transdermal estradiol patches are the gold standard when it comes to treating women who are at high risk of a venous thromboembolic event. It simply does not increase the risk of developing a venous thromboembolism. The only thing you should keep in mind is that patches are not always well tolerated because of the lifestyle changes required to keep them from falling off and the fact that they tend to irritate the skin.

Fortunately, oral 17β-estradiol appears to be safe, regardless of the increased risk. At least one large study has shown that the use of oral estradiol in trans women is not associated with venous thromboembolic events. An individual woman’s risk would need to be substantial in order to contraindicate the use of oral estradiol.

For those who have significant risk of venous thromboembolism because they have had a previous thromboembolic event, because they are paralyzed, or because of some other factor it is good to know the relative risk between oral and transdermal estrogen. The latest research indicates that the use of transdermal estrogen lowers your risk of a thromboembolism to 80% of what your risk would be using oral estrogens.

It’s difficult to find hard numbers regarding the relative risk of venous thromboembolic events with regards to hypertension. The best I could find after an hour or so of searching was this study regarding VTE in lung cancer patients. Hypertension increased the risk by a factor of 1.8.

However, to put that into perspective being of African descent increases your relative risk for deep vein thrombosis by a factor of 1.3 when compared to Europeans. Europeans are, themselves, at increased risk when compared to Asians and Pacific Islanders by a considerable margin: a four-fold increase.

I should point out that being ‘male’ is also a risk factor for developing a thromboembolism and hormones are likely to be a contributing factor. Also, menopause is another serious risk factor. Given this information it is likely that the use of transdermal estradiol will lower your risk of thromboembolic events significantly.

As far as the anti-androgen is concerned: The primary use for spironolactone for cisgender people is as an antihypertensive.

Even if the risk of thromboembolism was truly significant with modern hormone replacement therapy it wouldn’t justify what your doctor is doing to you. The fact is that mortality in the transgender community from suicide–caused in part due to the lack of access to hormone therapy–is substantial. The quality of life lost when a trans woman is denied hormone therapy is substantial. The fact that your doctor does not appear to be taking this into consideration when they weigh the risk of thromboembolism against not receiving necessary medical care is deeply concerning.

I strongly recommend that you seek a doctor who is more sensitive to your medical needs as a transgender woman.