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Coffee gives me life

"Let you pass, huh? Why? So you can sink yer claws into my back during our next run in? I don't think so."

They were poised to move. He could read it in the stiff lines of their frame. He would have to be ready - for offense or defense, he wasn't certain, though he'd be willing to bet on the former. He did, after all, have the upper servo. And somewhere at the back of his processor, a niggling suspicion. Did he... know this bot? Size and shape hinted at one particular individual... but they had perished, had they not?

Perhaps this was the perfect opportunity to coax some information from them. He'd been told he could be quite... persuasive.

Nudging the end of his weapon a little closer, Wheeljack pressed, "Why don't you start by giving me your designation, along with your reason for bein' all the way out here?Cooperate, and I might just consider civility."

@gutter-bot liked for a starter.

Since returning to his host's side, Ravage rarely left the Nemesis. Soundwave was protective- rightfully so-, and Ravage's frame just wasn't what it used to be. After his near death experience that lead to the separation from his host on Cybertron, he never quite regained his full strength.

However, that didn't mean he was useless. On the contrary, in fact. Ravage could still perform his strong suit exceptionally well; that being his work as a spy. It helped that the Autobots were unaware of his existence.

He had been slinking back from a successful intel gathering mission when things went wrong. Wheeljack, as he was last informed by Laserbeak, was not supposed to be in the area. Apparently, things had changed. He froze at the glowing blaster aimed at his helm, a low growl ripping itself from his throat. "Back off," he snarled, red optics narrowing beneath the Soundwave-esc visor that covered most of his helm.

Transformers Prime // various text posts/headlines

I like big bots and I cannot lie...

...... is...... is it his ass?

Wanted to do another DS-style render since it's been a long time since I last did one. So I recreated a scene from Shadow Generations with Optimus Prime and Megatron.

Models are from the Transformers Prime DS game. Rendered in Blender 3.6.17 with the Eevee renderer.

Full-resolution/textless version + the scene it's based on under the cut!

We have always existed, and we always will.

id like to request kobd please 🙏🙏🙏something fluffy 💕they deserve it

They absolutely do!! I hope Aligned is alright - I'm leaning in that direction right now for fluff.

Steady servos moved in practiced motions over his workspace, the pointed tips of his digits pressing the cleaning pad into seams and corners to ensure every centihic of the room was disinfected. With an optic for detail - and a predisposition for obsessive cleanliness to the point of anxiety - Knockout was a stickler when it came to keeping the med bay sterilized.

Not only would any contaminants negatively impact his patients, but quite frankly, it was a bad look. He strived for perfection, and it simply wouldn't do for his surroundings to be anything short of pristine.

He wavered slightly, catching himself with a start. Referencing his odometer, he noted it had been some time since he'd taken recharge. A habit of his, unfortunately. Hyper focus often lead to long periods without proper rest.

"Why don't you let me finish up and go take a few breems?"

Apparently, he wasn't the only one to catch his lapse. Ex-venting, he paused to address the room's other occupant.

"I'm nearly finished. Besides, your digits are too wide to get into some of these crevices."

Breakdown scoffed. "That's a lie if I ever heard one. You'll be at this for another cycle, at least."

Waving him off, the red mech continued scrubbing. "Yes, well... you know how I am."

He heard the larger bot approach, groaning when the cleaning pad was removed from his servo. He was about to object when he felt a steady weight against his back.

Leaning over him, Breakdown replied with a raspy laugh, "Yeah, I do know. Which is why I'm callin it."

Turning in place to pin the blue mech with a pointed stare, Knockout reminded him, "I believe I am the Doctor here. I make the calls."

"I'm not asking as your assistant... I'm asking as your conjunx. Please, Knockout. Get some recharge."

Frag. Not the look. Unable to withstand the pleading expression, he gave in. "Fine, fine! But make sure you get into the corners! And don't forget about-"

A kiss shut him up.

Pulling away slowly, Breakdown assured him, "It's cleaning. I've done it before."

Pleasantly flustered, the red bot nodded. "Yes, I suppose you have. Well... I'll be back in about - uagh! What are you doing?!"

Easily hoisting the smaller mech into his arms, he turned and exited the med bay, moving at a leisurely pace as he strode down the hall to their shared hab suite.

"I'm perfectly capable of walking."

"Yeah, but I wanna carry you. It's been a while since we've been able to spend time together outside of y'know... work stuff."

Unable to argue with that, Knockout relaxed into his lover's hold, leaning his helm against the mech's broad chassis. The war certainly had changed things. They'd been at this for so very long...

"Thank you."

Breakdown smiled at him, that crooked grin that was somehow rugged and adorable all at once.

"It's my pleasure."

The rest of the walk was spent in silence, the pair simply enjoying one another's closeness. It was over all too soon, but it had been nice to partake in the indulgence while it lasted. Upon arrival, Breakdown allowed his partner to slide back down onto his pedes, stopping him as he moved to step away, stealing one last kiss.

"I'll be inspecting your work when I return!" Knockout teased, strumming his digits against the blue mech's armor.

"Oh, I know you will. Now get some beauty rest, would ya? Yer startin' to look a little dull."

He gasped in false indignation, but found himself unable to hold the facade. Smiling, he threw a wink at his partner and headed for the berth, the lack of recharge finally catching up to him. Knockout watched him go before shuttering his optics. He wasn't sure what he would do without him.

To the lovely anon

who sent a KOBD request I promise I did not forget you I am just *trying my hardest* to get through this OC origin stuff so I can start on other things!!

Mmm me likey when shes murdery

Arcee I could never resist... no Ultra Magnus can tell you how to live your life...