Seeking for SolaceVisions for Valong IISeeking for Solace by mamabot
Three Commander Mechs and two Commanding Femmes sit at the planning table. “Take a look at these,” the rosy femme fans the images out across the holo-table.
The lead commander flicks the nearest image to the far side of the table away from himself and most assuredly from the chrome and rosy one, “No thank you. Seen more than enough already.”
The dusky blue femme giggles and nudges her superior, “Yep, you were right.”
Elita kicks Chromia under the table and Optimus scowls at Elita. Folding his dignitary hands on the table top, he address his statement to everyone even if his optics are locked onto the blue one. “Just because I do not care to look at the captured illicit images of three sleeping mechs in the privacy of their quarters, it does not make me a prude.” Clenching his fingers, lies, “Nor jealous.”
Broken Boys Flattened Femmes Broken Boys Flattened FemmesBroken Boys Flattened Femmes by mamabot
Visions for Valong III
Thanks go to Spacelady2012 and of course Valong who encourage me along with this.
Tearing across the sky, the MIG 701 whistles in a shrill cry that leaves Thundercracker wondering if it’s the air over her wings or the peeling of her spark. First he tries calling to her with his vocorder, but the F18 mentally smacks himself to that as soon as the wind sheer rips the sound away. Then he calls to her over the Decepticon audio signal. He gets sharp feedback making him wince. With a deep sigh, he banks with her and follows her twist and curl for curl. With a last ditch effort he digs into a signal they haven’t used since before the war: Private Elite Guard code.
She warbles for a moment, and then kicks on every last bit of reserves she has, but Thundercracker punches his as well and then some. He knows he only has one chance at this and it could go badly for bo
Siblinghood BondsSiblinghood BondsSiblinghood Bonds by mamabot
Pedes kicked up on the Autobot table that once was used to plan attacks against the owner of said pedes, a ring of cigar smoke drifts over. “I’m here. Now what?” the silver gun-former asks.
Although Optimus would like to slap the pedes off the table along with that smug look on Megatron’s arrogant face, he knows there are bigger issues at hand. “We need to talk.”
A third smoke ring chases the solid and disintegrating ones. “I kind of gathered that. Now if you don’t mind, I have memoirs to write.”
A fourth ring makes it’s way over the table but from a different owner along with it’s snort. “You, write? I highly doubt it.” The foam-green old pick up truck retorts.
Megatron puffs his next wider ring out towards the old bot, “Maybe you should try it and we will see who gets better sales… Old Mech.”
Kup beams bright shooting a smoke ring out
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Pink is the New Black (Transformers [Movie-Verse])Pink is the New Black
A Transformers One-Shot
For the Cybertronians Mini-Mini Contest
“What in the…what have you done to yourself, Hound?”
The off-road vehicle flashed its lights at the disturbed green mech and drove a circle around the mech. From the back of their current hideout came a calm chuckle that was largely ignored by the disturbed Autobot watching his comrade circle him. “Ya like it? Thought it would help blend in a li’l more. You know, look more ‘civilian-like.’”
Crosshairs simply stared while Hound did a few more circuits around him. On the mech’s fourth lap, Crosshairs turned to face the last Autob
Til All Are Drunk (TF: MTMTE)“I can’t believe they just dumped me like that!”
Swerve sagely nodded from behind his counter before taking the empty glass sitting beside Rodimus’ folded arms and refilling it to the brim with a vibrant yellow engex. The young ‘bots head immediately shot up from where it lay on his arms to ingest the small glass of liquid. “I get it. Kicked to the curb— discarded —replaced. You got the short end of the stick, Roddy.”
“Wanna another glass?”
The bar-mech graciously refilled the ex-captain’s glass. There was a shout from the other side of the bar—likely from the highly intoxicated Trailcutter—and Rodimus whipped around to drunkenly join in the ruckus. Swerve resisted the urge to laugh at the young Autobot’s actions. He admirably hid his grin with a grim frown when Rodimus turned back to him.
“I was a great captain!”
(Transformers) Pint Sized: Prologue -The Past
DISCLAIMER: I claim no ownership of the Transformers franchise as it belongs to Hasbro. This disclaimer applies to all chapters of this story.
"Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots, will kick Megatron's ass once and for all!"
A gasp came from inside the little tent made of throw blankets and bed sheets. "You said a bad word!"
A sigh followed the little girl's voice. "Vicky, I'm a big boy! Big boys get to say grown up words."
There was a pause as the bed sheets fluttered in the wind produced from the ceiling fan. "When will I be big enough to say grown up words?"
"I don't know; girls age slower than boys."
There was the sound of a slap followed by a giggle and exclamation of pain. The blankets parted as a small giggling child quickly ran out from under the tent followed by an angry older brother. "Get back here! You can't hit!"
The giggling child abruptly stopped and spun around to grab the little boy. "Shh! We're in the big gray leade
Rebirth Chapter 49: Big Day
Chapter Forty Nine
Jaden took in a deep breath and held it there for a moment. Once he began to feel a little lightheaded, he calmly exhaled and waited.
Nope. Nope, that new little ball in the lower half of his stomach was still there. How did people with anxiety problems get through life? He had been feeling so incredibly nervous for just a few hours that it felt like he was going to hurl the small breakfast forced on him earlier that morning! This was just insane. Nothing else in his life had made him feel this way, and he had absolutely no idea how to handle it.
And Mattie wasn’t helping!
“Man, if you don’t stop checkin’ your phone every five minutes, Ah’m tossin’ it out the window!”
Winner Takes All (Transfomers Flash Fic)
Winner Takes All
A Transformers Flash Fic
Prompt: Fun and Games
Characters: Autobot and Decepticon Cassettes Ensemble
Word Count: 422
Rumble scowled in concentration as he crouched down. He could feel the ground beneath him tremble from the battle raging behind him, but he did well to ignore it. Having spent the majority of the war as a spy had taught him not to react to distractions. One wrong move, and it would be all over…
“For frag’s sake—shoot already!”
The red Cassette felt his hand flinch, and his scowl shifted to anger when the shot went wide, laughably missing its intended target. Rumble swung around to glare at his blue twin and snarled, “You—look what you made me do!”
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