He's trying not to smile in the first pic

TFP Wheeljack in TFA Masterlist

some ratchet shenanigans

found this in the depths of my computer today skldjgf

My magnum opus I wasted 2 days on

Galvatron’s Revenge=Ruined

I have some bad news.

Galvatron’s Revenge just posted a video announcing the VA for Optimus who is the most racist and homophobic person in the Transformers fandom I know. When told about who they had hired, Galvatron’s Revenge’s creator firmly defended him. This VA attacked me and UltraPrimal in 2021 and wrote on Twitter (now suspended) that POC and LGBTQ+ people should die. How could anyone allow such a disgusting person to star in their project? My YouTube comment which may be deleted, explains who their VA for Optimus is:

In response to another comment against the VA, the creator of the TFP fan project Galvatron’s Revenge said:

The creator sees no problem with the VA’s blatantly bigoted and hostile behaviour.

If you pay Galvatron’s Revenge, you pay an atrocious person. This is a tweet from the VA himself. This is a small taste and there had been worse:

G.R.’s creator is deleting comments in their video about the VA. They are erasing evidence of how horrible this VA is. A person who doxxes people, attacks minorities… What they call valid political opinions are awful. These “opinions” are anti human rights and hate speech I have not called out other creators before. But I am creating my own Transformers Prime fan project and I had respected this fan project that had been in production longer than mine. They are now hiring a voice actor who has harassed me. Now that is one thing, but this VA has posted the most vile things about minorities and gone out to attack them. Galvatron’s Revenge’s creator DEFENDED this person even while fully aware of what he has done Galvatron’s Revenge is part of the problem. This is unacceptable.

NEVER in my right mind would I work with such a person. If I had a racist/homophobic person on my team, I would refuse to pay them or have them associated with me. I would not defend them for a bloody second. Galvatron’s Revenge, you have lost a lot of respect this day.

drew this around the time I started ATLA- decide to finish it :) So here’s Avatar Sari and Earthbender Miko!

two nerds discuss poetry and other literature while their jock boyfriends size each other up

aaand “best use of transformation in a sickass car chase” goes to

“So, the Autobots aren’t quite the indestructible war machines we’d hoped.” “Don’t misunderstand. They can take serious punishment.”

watch on youtube!

🎵You got the touch🎵 🎵You got the power🎵

tfp starscream for a patron ♥

Imagine: Raf can only hack into Soundwave’s basic systems so not like memory or anything, but he does manage to make it so that everytime Soundwave sees certain people his systems play different songs at full blast.

bILL NYE THE SCIENCE GUY BILL BILL BILL BILL BILL NYE THE SCIENCE GUY-

TFP HC/AU

So you know how Raf was able to understand Bumblebee’s binary speech pattern? What if the reason for this was because he had encountered Cybertronians before, but just doesn’t remember?

Raf was born to a large family, and has often felt overlooked despite his outstanding intellect. So what if, when he was younger, he had been left to his own devices a lot?

Imagine that one day, he is (briefly) forgotten in the car while his mom and siblings go grocery shopping. He’s not even a year old yet, so he’s stuck in his carseat. Obviously he’s a baby and has no idea what’s going on, so he doesn’t find it weird when the family car starts making funny noises. It’s mostly chirps and whirs and beeps, yet somehow it comes across as comforting, and baby Raf giggles at the sounds. Thank goodness, for his sake, his mom comes back shortly after.

As he gets older and into his toddler years, he’s allowed to wander the house while the rest of his family is busy handling his siblings. More often than not he waddles to the garage, paying a visit to his family’s “singing” car. Whenever he tries to describe his discovery to his siblings he becomes frustrated, because he doesn’t have the words yet. His siblings barely listen to him anyways.

In fact, there was a time his family was concerned for his speech and cognitive development. He wasn’t talking like other toddlers his age, and nearly got held back from starting school. Thankfully, he caught up to his peers quickly… not long after the family’s car was “stolen” when he was 3.

The kicker? I like to pretend it was a Vehicon.

THIS. I love it!

But we need more of this! What happens when the vehicon is one of the troops fighting the Autobots and they recognize Raf?

*I… I am so sorry*

What in the name of Primus is he doing here?!

That was the first thought that crossed the Vehicon’s mind when they spotted a familiar spiky-haired head trying to hide behind the boulders.

For a nanosecond they forgot everything around them. They forgot about the battle, they forgot about the Autobots who had attacked the mine some seconds ago, they forgot about the blasters shooting death from everywhere, Pit, they even forgot about Megatron because the sparkling was there, in the middle of a violent storm he wasn’t supposed to witness.

They couldn’t be mistaken. It was him, the little one to whom he had taught binary during his first mission of infiltration on Earth. Yes they had been stupid enough to think that a baby human was the same thing as a sparkling and thus their basic programming had awaken when the little one had started to express worry after being left alone – what kind of creators would be dumb enough to forget about them ? The Vehicon had begun to speak in binary to soothe the sparkling and it worked because Primus, his little giggles were the most adorable thing they had ever heard in a long time.

Then it had become a habit. Every time they were alone with the sparkling they would talk to them in binary, and the little one would stare at them with wide shining optics that seemed to understand – and even though they had learned he was a mere human, an organic life without intelligence, they could not help but think that this little one was different, better than the others. So whenever he came they would beep and click and whirr, and seeing the little one with his beautiful smile was enough to warm their spark – oh wait they didn’t have one, but whatever.

One day the little one had answered – yes he had tried to speak in binary ! The Vehicon had been so delighted they had almost honked their horn. Thanks Primus they didn’t or else they would have blown up their cover.

Sometimes the little one would climb onto one of their seat and curl into a ball and water started to leak from his eyes… The sounds coming from his mouth were so full of pain and sadness.

::{What is wrong, little one?}:: they would beep in concern. ::{Hush now, there is no need to worry. I am here.}::

And slowly the sparkling would calm down, until no more water came out from his eyes. Sometimes he even fell asleep on their seat, and the warmth his small body displayed felt… very nice.

Then the Vehicon was assigned to another duty. They had never seen the sparkling again.

Until today.

He had grown up. The little one had changed a bit, but he still had the same eyes – now filled with fear, trying to hide from the battle.

Why now? Why here? Of all the places, why here, where his fragile body could be easily destroyed?

The Vehicon could not betray their faction. They lived to serve Megatron, to obey. That was why they had been built and brought to the battlefield.

They were a war machine, only meant to kill and destroy, and they accepted it. But the little one – the little one deserved none of this. He was innocent and had a right to keep this innocence.

They were a mere drone. Disposable. There were plenty like him.

The little one was one. 

And so they made their decision.

They ran from the battlefront, dodged a few shots – and one could have thought they were just trying to find a better place to shoot – until they were in front of the human.

They could see he was scared.

::{I am not here to harm you, little one,}:: they beeped, which seemed to surprise the boy. Before he could say anything they gently scooped him into their servos, trying not to harm him with their claws, then started to run again.

“What are you doing!” he screamed.

::{Safety. A safe place for Rafael.}::

The human gaped at them.

“How… how do you know my name?!”

Ah… Right. After all, the Vehicons were all the same. But they could not answer, because a well-placed shot tore their leg apart.

They howled in pain as they collapsed, but nonetheless tried to hold the little one tight against their chest, sparring him from the ruthless fall. Despite their nasty injury, they crawled until they were hidden behind a wall of rocks. Then they curled around Rafael, shielding him with their body.

“Why… are you doing this?” he dared to ask after a moment, even if he still looked afraid.

::{You deserve… to live, little one,}:: they weakly beeped. An endless flow of Energon was gushing from their damaged leg, and several warnings popped up in their processor. They ignored them and continued to talk : 

::{You… probably don’t remember me… I was the… the car your family ‘owned’ when you were younger… and was ‘stolen’ when you were three years old.}::

Rafael stared at them with flabbergasted eyes.

“That… That was YOU?!”

If they had a mouth, they would have smiled at his expression, but they could only nod.

::{Little one… used to sleep on my seat. Tried to speak in binary with me…}::

Their visor flickered. Rafael noticed it, then noticed the growing pool of Energon under the Vehicon’s waist.

“You’re hurt!”

The Vehicon gave a weak half-shrug.

::{Vehicons are hurt… and die every day. It doesn’t matter… We have no sparks… no designations… It doesn’t matter…}::

“Of course it does!” Rafael exclaimed. “Every living being has a right to live! Don’t move, I’m going to look for help!”

But he could not even make a step, for the Vehicon pinned him down with one servo. He protested and struggled, but he was not able to even move the huge limb.

::{Do not, little one,}:: the Vehicon said with a calm, comforting voice. ::{Do not endanger… yourself for someone like me. Stay here till… the battle is over… then go back to your friends…}::

“But…”

::{No buts.}::

Rafael pouted, but didn’t add anything. They stayed silent and still for a little while, the fury of the battle echoing not so far away, the Vehicon becoming weaker and weaker as time went by.

Then Raf hesitantly asked:

“So, you… you don’t have a name?”

The Vehicon shook their head.

“Then… Can I call you ‘Agathos’?”

::{…If you want to… But… Why?}:: they asked, curious – and a little bit flattered – that he wanted to give them a name.

“If… If what you said is true… Then it is thanks to you that I learned binary. And moreover, you saved me. You are a Decepticon, but you are a good person. ‘Agathos’ in Ancient Greek means goodness, kindness. I think it suits you very well.”

The Vehicon felt something throb in their chassis – a tingling sensation. Gratitude, maybe? They felt too dizzy to be sure.

::{Agathos… It sounds… nice…}::

No more shooting was heard. Had they been less weak, they would have heard footsteps coming closer and closer. Their visor kept flickering at a worrying rate.

::{Thank… you… li…ttle… one…}::

::{Rafael!}:: someone shouted.

Their visor shut down, and the world disappeared.

😭😭😭😭 Nnnnoooooo! Why you make me cry?!? But this was so good and I loved it! But Ratchet could still save him, right? If the Autobots knew? 😭

Please do not encourage me to do more or else I won’t be able to stop myself XD But moreover I think I should ask @primus-why for permission first. It is their headcanon after all. Primus, dear Lord, am I allowed to do so? (Oh and thank you for your words ^^)

ASDFGHJKL I DONT MIND AT ALL. GO FOR IT, MAKE US CRY SOME MORE 😭😭😭

We wish we had more time.

We wish we had got another chance.

But in the end, nothing is left to us. For we do not deserve existence, and what does not exist must return to the nothingness.

Primus, Father of all, forgive your children for having created the monsters we are. Forgive us for being the weakest of your spawn. Our kin is the first to go, yet we do not join you when our frame becomes devoid of life.

Primus, Father of all, forgive us for being scared. We who are lacking a spark cannot become one with all. We who are walking without light have nowhere to go.

We appear, we walk, then we disappear.

Primus, Father of all but us, forgive us for clutching to this life we did not ask for.

Give us one more day.

Give us another chance.

Primus, Father of all but us, we beg you to give us more time, before we go back to nothing.

Primus, dear Creator, please lend an ear to the nobodies’ plea.

O*O*O*O*O*O*O

Never before had Bumblebee seen Raf so distressed. The young boy was yelling for help, on the verge of tears, holding the much larger servo of a lifeless Vehicon.

“Save them! Please, they saved me, save them too, please!”

The Scout was taken aback by his friend’s words. How could a Vehicon produce such a reaction from the human? He was snapped out of his thoughts when Optimus Prime kneeled then gently took the drone in his arms. The words he pronounced surprised everyone.

“Ratchet, open the groundbridge.”

“Are you sure, Optimus?” Arcee asked. “It’s an enemy. A mere drone! Bringing it to the base could be dangerous.”

“But they protected me!” Raf exclaimed. “They got injured in the process, please, their visor went dark, I don’t want them to die!”

The groundbridge appeared.

“Then it is a risk I am willing to take. Arcee, Bulkhead, start collecting the energon from the mine. Bumblebee, Rafael, come with me.”

To say that the medic was less than thrilled was an understatement. Ratchet was irate, grumbling that the world really turned upside down if he was now supposed to fix a fragging Decepticon. But then Rafael explained the whole story, and he felt a bit less furious and more annoyed than anything.

“Rafael, stop being in my way,” the ambulance said, gently pushing the child aside.

“But…”

“The ‘Con is going to be fine, if this is what is concerning you. Now, the more space you will give me to work, the quicker it will heal.”

So the young boy was now sitting at the edge of one of the catwalks, forehead pressed against the railing, watching the medic from afar. Seeing his friend being so worried for a mere Vehicon, Bumblebee wanted to feel jealous… but he just could not. How dare he, to think so bad of a person who almost died in order to keep Rafael out of harm’s way? Moreover, a little part of him could not help but feel grateful that the Vehicon had had the kindness and the patience to teach the binary to Rafael – thanks to a Decepticon, the yellow bot was able to communicate with someone who had become one of his closest friends. How ironic…

Finally Ratchet stepped out of the medibay, wiping his hands in a rag.

“I replaced its missing leg with a prosthesis. It’s not the best I can do, with the few items available here, but at least it’ll be able to walk. However, it –”

“Stop calling them by ‘it’, Ratchet,” Raf raised his voice defensively, “they’re alive and they’ve got a name!”

The white and orange mech narrowed his optics.

“I would really appreciate if you would not interrupt me, kid.”

“You said they have a name?” Optimus asked, curious. Usually Vehicons did not have a designation…

“Actually it was me who gave it to them,” Raf confessed, “and they seemed to like it, so… I called them Agathos.”

“Agathos… It is a nice name.”

Ratchet reset his vocaliser, getting the attention of the two.

“As I was saying, ‘they’ will be able to walk. But they’ve lost a lot of energon, so they will need a deep recharge in order to get some forces. I think they will wake up tomorrow at least, not before. However, there are other issues about bringing a Decepticon here…”

Optimus nodded.

“I know that you do not like this decision, old friend, and I understand. Yes, they might be a threat, but right now, they are helpless. Moreover, because they were healed here, if it reaches Megatron’s audios, it is highly probable that they will be considered as a traitor, and thus executed. For now the best we can do is waiting for them to wake up, and ask them what they intend to do next. If you fear that they might do something during the night, I will watch over them.”

Ratchet didn’t look convinced, but he sighed in defeat.

“Fine, Optimus. But tomorrow you will have to recharge or else I will chain you to your berth until you do so.”

A little amused smile stretched the Prime’s lips, and he agreed.

And so the night went by, with the leader of the Autobots sitting next to the medical berth where the Vehicon – Agathos – laid motionless. For precaution their blaster had been deactivated, but the rest of their frame had been left untouched.

Optimus thought it would be an uneventful night, but several hours later Agathos mumbled something in their sleep. The Prime hesitated, then began to listen.

It sounded like a prayer. But never had Optimus heard someone pray with such despair. The pessimistic and sad words made his spark clench. Was this “nobodies’ plea” a common thing among all the Vehicons? How could anyone think so low of themselves? He had never thought the Vehicons considered themselves unable to join the AllSpark. He had never thought the drones were conscious of their condition of disposable, or that they were so… so… resigned. They lived from day to day – it seemed to be the only thing they truly had.

Agathos’ frame began to shake lightly, as if they were remembering something painful in their recharge. Optimus saw it, but this time didn’t hesitate:  as gently as possible he took the Vehicon’s right servo in his own, softly stroking it with the other one. Agathos stirred in their sleep but did not wake up – they slowly stopped trembling instead, until their frame became peacefully still.

Optimus did not let go of their servo until the sunrise.

O*O*O*O*O*O*O*O

When the Vehicon came back online, it was, however, another affair. Without doubt, any Decepticon would be panicking if the first thing they saw when they woke up was the enemy leader standing right next to them – and panicked the drone was.

Optimus slowly raised his hands, showing that he had no bad intentions.

“Do not be afraid, Agathos. No harm will come to you.”

The Vehicon was not able to express emotions with their mask, but surprise could be heard in their voice:

“How… How do you know this designation?”

“Rafael asked us to call you by the name he gave you.”

“The little one!” Agathos exclaimed, forgetting for one moment where exactly they were. “Is he alright? Is he safe? Er – what am I doing here?” they asked hesitantly, remembering to whom they were speaking.

“Rafael is perfectly fine. In fact, it is thanks to him that you have been brought here to be healed.”

They glanced at the prosthesis, where their leg used to be. Then looked back at Optimus.

“I should ask you why you did this, but if it happened thanks to the little one, I suppose he and I are quits.”

There was a hint of sadness in their voice, and Optimus wondered why. Agathos respectfully bowed their head to him.

“Thank you, sir, for accepting his request, even if you did not have to.”

“We could not let you die while you had saved a life. It is I who should thank you, for watching over our friend.”

There was a moment of silence, then Agathos’ vocaliser made a sound of static. Optimus realised they were sobbing.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, worried.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s just…” static masked all the words as Agathos hugged themselves. “Nobody has ever th-thanked me or one of my fellow Vehicons before. Any Decepticon would have left me r-rusting on the ground of the mine, because they – they only bring back to the Nemesis those who are still conscious. And – and you, you decided to do otherwise, you have acc-accepted the little one’s request, even – even if I am unworthy and I – I just – I’m sorry I can’t…”

Agathos continued to sob while they could not make sense of their words anymore, their whole frame shaking. They felt a comforting servo on their shoulder and did not reject it. Unconsciously they leaned into the touch, making Optimus’ spark clench again. Poor thing…

In the main room of the base, everyone had heard the Vehicon’s outburst, and they were silent, unsure of what to think. Then the sound of an engine came closer – Bumblebee had arrived, and when the kids, who had finished school, stepped out, they too heard the strange noises. Raf immediately headed toward the medibay, and he was relieved to see Agathos awake, but also worried to see them ‘crying’.

Then the Vehicon noticed him.

::{Little one…}:: they beeped, their voice strained but, for the first time since they had woken up, with a hint of happiness.

“Hey Agathos,” the boy said with a smile, climbing next to them then sitting on their servo.

There was a short but comfortable silence, one Optimus did not dare to disturb. Then Rafael asked:

“Are you going back to the Nemesis?”

Agathos tensed, their free servo clenching into a fist.

::{I-I-I am not sure I want to, but I am made to obey orders. I was brought online to serve Megatron, and nothing else. There is – there is nothing I can do about it, I have to follow my programming, I have to go back even if it means I will be off-offlined for helping you.}::

::{You could stay here.}::

Everyone turned their head towards the entrance of the medibay, where Bumblebee was standing. The young bot was looking at the Vehicon with gentle optics.

::{Optimus, can they stay here? They will be safe at the base.}::

::{Do not say such things, Scout!}:: Agathos exclaimed with a panicked voice. ::{I will be nothing but a burden.}::

“We will be the ones to decide about it,” Optimus said calmly. “And everyone will have a say.”

And so the Autobots were gathered in the main hall, discussing about the Vehicon’s fate. Optimus and Bumblebee wanted to give Agathos a chance. Bulkhead felt conflicted, for he had always believed that all the ‘Cons were bad folks, but Agathos’ distress had shaken his convictions. As for Arcee and Ratchet, they clearly expressed their disagreement – they would never trust a ‘Con to wander freely around the base.

“And you, Agathos? What is your opinion on the matter?” Rafael asked from a catwalk. His demand made the Autobots stop talking, and they all waited for the Vehicon’s answer.

They looked silently at the human, then sighed.

::{Please, little one, do not give me false hopes. Neither here nor among my faction I will be welcome. I am not worthy of your trust… But if you really think I am, then I will not betray it. I will behave. I will follow every order you or your friends will give me. I won’t go anywhere until I am allowed to. I will accept any treatment.}::

It hurt, to hear them talking about them like this. Even Ratchet and Arcee could not help but feel uncomfortable.

So the femme tool several steps forward to stand in front of them, fists on the hips.

“I don’t trust you,” she said firmly, “but Raf does. And I will never, ever treat you like the ‘Cons would. Screw this up, and I will demolish you. But if you remain true to your words, then I guess we can give it a try.”

“I agree with Arcee,” Bulkhead said, and Ratchet nodded in approval.

Something in Agathos’ chassis was singing – and their visor brightened.

“It is settled then,” Optimus declared, and he gave them a warm smile. “Welcome among us, Agathos.”

“Thank you,” they whispered, still having a hard time to believe that all of this was true. They turned their head to face Rafael, their visor a few centimeters away from his body. ::{Thank you, little one.}::

The young boy smiled, then leant forward and fondly hugged their helm in response.

*Hey @primus-why, I did it! The Vehicons are a bunch of depressed bots, Optimus is a soft dad and Raf got a new buddy. Also Agathos is non-binary. Who found the line from MTMTE? ;D*

I can’t draw atm so here’s another tfp shitpost