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waspinator x reader pt2 where they do get away & join the maximals. My sweet bby bug boi deserves to be loved😤😤😤💚💚💚💛💛💛💚💚💚🐝🐝🐝🐝⚘🌷🌷🌹💐💐🌺🍯🍯🍯🍭🍬🍫🥛🎂🍦🍨🍨🍩🍮 good job on your writings have some flowers & sweets above in favor of our fav bug boi.

Three years later and your is wish granted!! <3 Thanks y'all for putting up with me and s/o to my irl lovebug that got me inspired to write again!

Waspinator/Reader Pt. 2

Life was finally looking up for Waspinator.

He had miraculously escaped the Predacon base with you in tow, alluding Megatron's clutches by having disabled your tracker. Not as if it really mattered. The t-rex knew exactly where the two of you were headed. For as stupid as he was, Megatron wasn't dumb enough to launch a full scale attack on a Sentinel protected Maximal base.

Waspinator's days were no longer filled with dread and hopelessness, but rather your dazzling smiles and tender touches. He was greeted every morning with the sight of you nestled into his side. Your sleeping face - angelic and ethereal. His mandibles would twitch gleefully as you cracked your eyes as you came to your senses, his cooing and the purring of his engine stirring you slowly awake.

Like so many other mornings, today was no different. Waspinator beamed down at you as you blinked to consciousness. Traces of sleep were evident in your smile and voice as you greeted your bot, "Morning, lovebug."

"Hrnzz good morning, fleshy bot." His arm around you gave you a light squeeze as he buried his face in your tousled hair. "Did fleshy bot zzleep well?"

You giggled at the tickling sensation of his words on your scalp. "I slept well, thank you for asking. Though, I am a little hungry." As if to prove your point, your stomach let out a growl. Laughing at the comedic timing, you untangled yourself from the grasp of both the blanket and Waspinator.

"No problem!! Letzz go steal from the Maximalzz food zztorage!" His optics squinted mischievously.

"It's not exactly stealing if they're letting us take from their storage, sweetheart."

"Hmmzz-" he scratched his chin in thought, "Waspinator zzuposes fleshy bot is right."

Grinning, you extended your hand for him to take. "Now that we settled that, let's go eat!" With Waspinator in tow, you exited your room and walked towards the small eating area the Maximals had created ever since gaining their half-organic forms.

The two of you had been happily chatting and eating when Cheetor prowled in from his usual morning patrol.

“Hey Cheetor! Anything interesting out there?” You waved the big cat over to where you and Waspinator were sitting.

“Sup shortstack! . . .And uh, hi to you too.” Cheetor gave the briefest of glances towards the green bot. Instead, opting to focus his fuzzy face on you. “No, nothing fun to report. But I could always take you with me on my next patrol! It definitely beats hanging out here all day.”

It was impossible to miss the way Waspinator’s wings buzzed in irritation at the feline’s remark. As irritated as Waspinator was, he knew better than to pick an outright fight with the people currently hosting the two of you. Without the Maximal base, not much would stand between the pair of you and Megatron’s ire.

Wishing to defuse the tension you gave a light laugh before answering Cheetor. “Thank you but I like it here, truly!” You nudged Waspinator’s side with your elbow, “And the company is pretty great too.” It wasn’t really the whole truth. You were getting a bit stir crazy to be completely honest but saying that would only serve to make Waspinator feel worse. Thankfully it seemed you said the right thing, evident by the way your insectoid bot had a smug look on his face to which Cheetor only quietly scoffed.

Emboldened and wishing to rub in Cheetor’s face the fact that you chose him over the cat bot, he turned to you with a happy squint of his optics “Fleshy bot come with Wazzpinator to get more food now, yes?”

It would be obvious by one look at your plates that the two of you were nowhere near done eating. You briefly wondered if your sweet bug understood how much of an open book he was. Knowing what he was up to, you could do nothing else but smile at his antics.

“That sounds like a great idea, lovebug.”

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I am once again mentally rambling about how Perceptor probably fell in love with Brainstorm after he traveled through time and how it was because his perceived image and assumptions of Brainstorm were shattered.

Okay long post bear with me, not really good at putting words to writing but: it isn’t just “Sapiosexual Perceptor.”

So in the beginnings of mtmte Brainstorm can be described by others, probably including Perceptor, as the following:

  • Egotistical. He thinks he’s hot shit and wants everyone to know it and say it out loud.
  • Cowardly. Self-preserving above all else. “Allergic to confrontation.”
  • Distant. He has one friend and it’s Chromedome. That’s it.
  • With little to no regards for the well being of others.
  • A good weapons engineer, sure, but....

And to some point, all of these are accurate. But then the other Lost Light event occurs, and immediately after Brainstorm travels back and time, and when all is said and done all his motives and who he truly is comes to light.

Brainstorm created non-consequential time travel. That itself is enough to shatter Brainstorm’s image of just a weapons engineer to someone who is actually dedicated and incredibly brilliant, but there’s more.

His past and his motives come out. He’s an MTO, he’s a false Con double agent, he was planning to travel back in time to change history so that someone he loved could live, and then changed that plan (mostly due to the grief of his only friend, Chromedome) to make sure that the war never happens and so many could live. All of this was with no guarantee that Quark would still ever love him back, and then with the guarantee that he would never exist.

All of a sudden, Brainstorm comes out as someone who is apparently devoted, hard working, overal very brave. He’s suddenly someone who’s actually capable of caring for others, and not just that, but caring for others on such a level that he attempts ultimate altruism. He, to the surprise of probably everyone, is very loving. All his distant behavior, his constant self-preservation, it turns out it was all for one selfless act that would’ve saved many at the expense of himself.

And then at his trial he surprises again. Going against his previous cowardly behavior, he admits he’s afraid, that he doesn’t want to leave the ship, while also confronting the council when responsibility of the other Lost Light is pinned on him. This is what earns him an applause from Perceptor.

On top of that, he changes. He’s no longer distant (becomes friends with Nautica, Skids, Nightbeat, becoming overall more social), and he’s somewhat humbled by his failure, his bragging moments become fewer and farther in between.

All these breaks of the status quo of who Brainstorm is to other people, the revelation that he is so full of love, is probably what made Percy fall for him, but that’s just my brain going off.

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My TED talk, called “Ratchet Knew He Was Going To Die”

Soooo… I think about this little non sequitur from LL 25 a lot:

Ratchet’s talking about the voyage of the Lost Light of course, and at a meta level, the story itelf. The entire scene reads that way. But his peculiar addendum (“if you’re lucky, you’ll get to see it coming”) makes zero sense in either of those contexts. He’s talking about something else.

What “ending” might he be referring to, that he can see coming?

That’s from MTMTE 17. Age-related burnout: a condition little understood by a race whose members are more likely to die by some other means before they reach the natural end of their long, long lives. It’s cited as the underlying cause of Tailgate’s aggressive cybercrosis.

It’s also what kills Ratchet.

Notice him unconsciously holding his hand in that panel. Partly in remembrance of Pharma, one would think, but it’s an interesting gesture to perform in the middle of a monologue on the finitude of life. And it’s not the first time he does it:

Let’s talk a little bit about Cybertronians and age. Ratchet’s not that old. In years, anyway. He’s the contemporary of mechs who seem much younger than him in both disposition and physical condition. You get the impression he entered the war in his prime – not in the bloom of youth exactly, but nowhere near the decline we associate with middle age. So why does he seem so much older now, older even than the oldest bots on the Lost Light? Why are his hands – his forged hands, which ought to last him his lifetime – glitching out and forcing him into retirement?

Well, maybe not all Cybertronians are built to last the same number of years. Maybe age is a relative concept. Your lifespan might be determined by a number of factors: your intended function, the skill of the blacksmith, the quality of the sentio metallico harvested to make you. But most of all, the strength of your spark. We know not all sparks are born with the same capacity. Some are vigorous, some are weak, some are point-one-percenters.

So let’s go back to those glitchy old hands. Those hands that were forged. Along with Ratchet. Wear on them might have been accelerated by wartime conditions, but then, so it was with the rest of him.

Sort of makes you wonder about the rest of him.

Ratchet probably wondered. And, being a doctor and someone who is naturally curious, he probably did more than wonder. Luckily, he had the perfect tool to tell him what he needed to know:

That brings us back to LL 25. Imagine that Ratchet’s been clocking his burnout but knows he’s got a few solid centuries left. Not a lot by Cybertronian standards, but enough that it doesn’t warrant serious concern just yet. Hence the nonchalance with which he’s able to talk about the “end” he sees coming.

The last opportunity he would have had to check the death clock would have been right before the Lost Light was requisitioned for parts. So he stops keeping track in any rigorous way. His life is very different now, and he’s in love, which can make you feel as far from death as any immortal.

The way it’s phrased in his eulogy–

–suggests less surprise or dismay than resignation to the inevitable. Shrug, sigh, bugger. He saw it coming. He knew exactly what it was and when it would happen. He’d simply been happy and lost count of the years.

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