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rumble-tf · 1 day

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Who has the braincell, you or Frenzy?

Me! Naturally~! (OP comment: Neither of them. Ravage has the braincell.)

#ask #transformers #transformers fanart #maccadam #rumble and frenzy #rumble #frenzy #g1 transformers

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random-fandom1984 · 1 day

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Can I have some g1 soundwave x reader please😅😅😅😅😅

Being the only femme Cybertronian on the Ark can be... something. Especially when some of them try hitting on you without getting to know you; quite annoying really, but you keep it pushed down; but some people can tell because of your alt-mode.

You stayed in the Ark because of your job as a medic. Your alt-mode is a heartbeat monitor, which also corresponds with your sparkbeats, which is how some people, very few, can tell what you're feeling.

You made your own little base of operations under an abandoned amusement park. You'd bring in people who were injured and left behind in the ruckus of the battlefield between the two factions. Human or Decepticon.

Whenever it's a human, you'd ask them to promise to not tell your Autobot friends about your place of escape, and they do. But with Decepticons, you make sure that they are knocked out, and you just give them a few amounts of anesthesia because they would break in, destroy the place, kidnap you and hold you for ransom against your friends.

One day, when looking through one of the many aftermaths of a battle, you found a minicon in the rubble, Soundwave's minicon: Frenzy. When you took him back to your base, you realized you've forgotten to stock up on more anesthesia, so now you have to worry with the fact that he might wake up soon as you did the procedure of fix-and-repair.

As you were putting your tools away, he woke up with a fright, and you quickly explained the situation to him, which slightly calmed him down. Key word: Slightly. He was suspicious of you but is slowly diminished as you continued to work on the minor injuries that just need a new paint job and be buffed. The last bit disappeared in an instant when you gave him an Energon Goodie.

When he came by again, to your surprise that he remembered the way here, you gave a tour of the place above, he somehow managed to get the place up and running again; thank Primus that your location was miles away from the nearest civilization.

As time went by, Rumble found out, then Ravage, then Laserbeak. When they come to visit, it would be like as if there was no war, they're having a good time in the amusement park.

Sooner or later, Soundwave got suspicious. Where were his kids minicons going late at night?

Being the best spy he is, he followed them, and was surprised that they were hanging out with an Autobot, weren't fighting like there was a war, stopping a fight between Rumble and Frenzy as calm as possible- and somehow easily get them to make up?! He couldn't do that without them continuing to squabble with each other.

He used his telepathy powers to look into your thoughts to see if you secretly had ill intentions with his sons minicons, but there wasn't any!

When his minicons return back to base, it's an instant interrogation the moment they step foot back in the habsuite: How long has this been going on? How did this happen in the first place? What do she always do with them? The only questions that were about you were answered back with positivity.

Curious, he decided to look more into your file when the Decepticons fight the Autobots near the Ark. When he does, all he finds is all good things.

When it was the next time they decided to visit, he wanted to meet her in person. And so he did, and by Primus were you nervous. You were worried he might blow your helm up. You, Soundwave, and his minicons walked through the park, watching the minicons play games, ride the rides; he began to trust you.

The more you all hang out in private, at your secret location, the more you begin to bond closer together, mainly you and Soundwave; the minicons noticed it as clear as day.

So, being mischievous little ones they are, Rumble and Frenzy decided to stage a lil' something. In private, the minicons would call Soundwave Sire, or dad in human terms. So, when the next time you and they met up, they would unexpectedly drop Carrier, mom, at random times in the night. When they first did it, they'd put on an act like as if they didn't mean to say it and it just slip. You fell for their act, so did Soundwave because it was unexpected.

They see you? An Autobot medic? As a parental figure? I mean, sure, you heal up their injuries, you give them Energon sweets if they be good and behave, calmly deal with their fights, gives them sweet head pats, have the most caring optics he's seen, the most beautiful smile- Oh, scrap! He's in love.

He would lie awake at night, questioning why he found you attractive. For starters, your gently touch that he felt when you repaired him, your smiles seem to shine brighter than any star, and sound from your vocalizer was like a siren's call and he was the sailor that was lured by its enchanting melody, your optics the prettiest shade of blue that rivals with this hunk of rock's sky, have the spirit of a Carrier with his kids- Primus, he was hooked, lined and had sunk deep.

After he came to terms with his newfound emotions, he started noticing something about you. Every single time he was close to you, he'd see the screen of your alt-mode, on your chassis, start getting taller. One time, he danced with you as music played in the park, and he saw that the big spikes became frequent, and a subtle blush would be on your cheek plates that you try to hide with your servo and turning your helm to the side. He found this adorable, so much that he became addicted to having that cute blush on your face.

When back on the Ark, you would get pings from an unknown comm-link number, only to realize it's Soundwave, and he's sending you something. When you are finally alone in your habsuite, you would take a look to see that they were poems; they were so sweet, you reread them, laying on your berth, kicking your feet as you excitedly giggle from how nice, sweet, and adorable they are that they might as well be invitations for Cupid to continue to shoot arrows into your spark, making you fall harder for the Con.

When they spent the night in your secret base, you all had fun doing any activity that comes to mind: pillow/blanket forts, teaching the little ones the steps on how you make your glorious Energon Goodies, etc. The last activity was a horror movie marathon. Every time a jump scare would pop up on the screen, you would hug the closest bot, and it just so happened to be Soundwave. During the horror movie marathon, you, Soundwave, and his kids ended up in a cuddle pile, scared, all but Soundwave, Ravage, and Laserbeak.

They decided to spend the night here before returning to the Decepticon base at the break of dawn. You decided to put the little ones to sleep. He decided to start cleaning up the mess that was made, and when he finished, he came back to you telling the ending of an old Cybertron bedtime story.

To him, it looked so nice and peaceful, and you looked so motherly that he just wanted to confess right there, right now. What sealed the deal was you placing a goodnight kiss on the top of their helms, tucking them to sleep before leaving the room they were occupying, only to be dragged off to somewhere by Soundwave, into the place you slept in from time-to-time.

You wondered what was happening, until Soundwave got on one knee plate, servos holding your own, visor looking up into your optics, glistening as he let out a very poetic, charming, delightful, exquisite of him telling you about his feelings, everything about you that made his spark soar: your voice, your optics, your touch, everything.

He carefully watched the screen on you chassis to see if there was any indication of making you uncomfortable or not. And by the end of his heartfelt confession, he watched the heart monitor didn't make any giant spikes. Oh, no. It made a heart at the center of the monitor as blush covers your entire faceplate.

Part 2 coming soon!

#transformers #transformers g1 #transformers g1 x reader #g1 x reader #soundwave #soundwave x reader #g1 soundwave x reader #cybertronian reader #frenzy #rumble #laserbeak #ravage

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drill-teeth-art · 5 days

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Frenzy is...A BULLY.

#transformers #transformers fanart #maccadam #frenzy #skywarp #g1 transformers

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009274937 · 6 days

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rumble and frenzy

#mine #transformers #rumble #frenzy

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theyodelerz · 7 days

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Rumble and Frenzy

Wyverian blood can be used to heal either dragons or humans. They can also be healed by the blood of either or. They're quite rare but despite their usefulness Wyverians are usually seen as a curse to their parents. Most end up abandoned by their human or dragon parents, animals don't often recognize them as their own.

Rumble and Frenzy are known pranksters, most dragons could snap them up but make the wise decision not to because of Soundwave. They do a bit of scouting and spying but don't often leave the volcanic region. They're more vulnerable than their siblings in battle but they aren't helpless.

Rumble has a hard scale covering his fists that making any punch from him devastating. Frenzy is near untouchable because of his speed. However, they avoid fighting if possible.

#transformers #maccadam #dragonformers #rumble #frenzy

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comicwaren · 10 days

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From Dead X-Men #004, “Hyper-Ballad”

Art by David Baldeón, Bernard Chang, Vincenzo Carratù and Frank Martin

Written by Steve Foxe

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helticks · 12 days

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howdy! sorry for the inactivity, folks. college has been one hell of a cluster fuck, lol

rumble minecraft skin to tide y'all over while i get back into the grove of modeling n arts.

#helt’s art #transformers #maccadam #rumble #frenzy #minecraft #minecraft skins #pixel art

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putall · 14 days

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Tetsunori Tawaraya

#tetsunori tawaraya #frenzy #comics

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pinkanonwrites · 15 days

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fwiw ive read your rumble fics probably over 10 times now. those fics made me obsessed with the cassettes. to the point i watched g1.

i need them both its driving me insane.

YIPPEE!!!!! Welcome to the cassette-bot fanclub! We need matching t-shirts, or maybe club bracelets?

#transformers #tf rumble #tf frenzy #rumble #frenzy #anon #pink chat #nice comments

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bumblecow · 16 days

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Damn dude where did you get so many little gremlins. Do you even have a salary or smth?

It seems you have been hacked, Soundwave. So I'll answer in your place. There is no salary for the Decepticons as a whole, if you must know.

Below is the text version for easier reading. (No glitches!) Here's a secret between us hackers: highlight to view the redacted information on Ravage...but if your optics are sharp enough, you may notice that some glitches in a certain gif reveals some redacted data that is not supposed to be shown...

DESIGNATION: FRENZY ALLEGIANCE: DECEPTICON FRAME TYPE: REFORMATTED MINICON FORGED CREATION CYCLE: UNSPECIFIED CREATOR: SDW177 CNA DONOR: UNKNOWN ADDITIONAL INFORMATION THE SECOND KNOWN ADDITION TO SOUNDWAVE'S CASETTICONS. THE ONLY ONE WITHOUT AN ANIMAL FRAME TYPE DUE TO INCOMPATIBILITY. REFORMATION REQUEST APPROVED BY MEGATRON, AND EXECUTED BY SHOCKWAVE.

DESIGNATION: LASERBEAK ALLEGIANCE: DECEPTICON FRAME TYPE: CASSETTICON FORGED CREATION CYCLE: UNSPECIFIED CREATOR: SDW177 CNA DONOR: UNKNOWN ADDITIONAL INFORMATIONTHE ELDEST CASSETTICON YET THE SMALLEST, BUT NO LESS DEADLY. WHILE CREATION CYCLE REMAINS UNCERTAIN, IT IS CLEAR THAT HE IS MUCH OLDER THAN HIS FELLOW CASSETTICONS*, HOWEVER NOT AS MATURE.

DESIGNATION: RAVAGE ALLEGIANCE: DECEPTICON FRAME TYPE: CASSETTICON FORGED CREATION CYCLE: REDACTED CREATOR: SDW177 CNA DONOR: SHW-299 ADDITIONAL INFORMATION THE LAST FORGED CASSETTICON CREATION, CREATED SPECIFICALLY FOR THE PURPOSE OF EFFECTIVE ESPIONAGE. CO-CREATED BY [SHW-299]. AN EXCELLENT SPY, LOYAL AND EFFICIENT, HOWEVER NOT VERY TALKATIVE.

*There is a typo in the Laserbeak pixel gifs! (>ლ) It's supposed to be "Cassetticon", not "Decepticon"..

#soundwave #frenzy #laserbeak #ravage #earthspark soundwave #earthspark #transformers earthspark #tf earthspark #maccadam #transformers #wavewave #;) Can you see why?#Look again at Ravage's ompf #bumblecow

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txfeline720 · 16 days

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Title: Revenge of the Spacebus. Part 1 of 2.

Part 2 can be found here. Link.

Summary: After hearing about the incident with Skyfire, Astrotrain decides to get some payback of his own.

Takes place after the events of my other fic, "Chair Cushion." Can be found here. Link.

Under cut because it tops over a thousand.

It was late in the morning on the Nemesis when Astrotrain stomped into the mess hall with thunder rolling in his chest.

The handful of mechs that still lingered looked up as Astrotrain walked in. He ignored the curious and, unfortunately, knowing stares as he made his way to the table designated for larger frames. He plopped down, the chair creaking in protest, and rested his clenched fists on the surface.

Someone had pranked him. Again.

He awoke this morning to find he couldn't get out of bed. Somehow, the mechs snuck into his room and managed to saturate his berth with glue while he was sleeping on it. After a minute of profound cursing, and, swallowing the embarrassment like rancid oil, he called Hook and asked the irate medic to come to his quarters with a solvent and unstick him.

Life seemed to have it out for him because Skywarp spotted Hook heading to Astrotrain's room. Deciding to follow, he got a full view of the residential Spacebus losing half his paint job in the unsticking in progress. By the time Astrotrain was free, half of the Nemesis had received word of it thanks to the Decepticon Network and a certain Seeker with a mouth bigger than Starscream's ego.

He by no means had much love for his life. Being the living transport for the other Decepticons will do that. Right now, though, if it had a body, he'd take the biggest gun he could find, shoot it, and dance on its remains.

"They got you good, Astrotrain."

Astrotrain turned to glare at Blitzwing, who stood to his right at the head of the table. His fellow triple changer was wearing a large grin and holding two cups of energon in both hands.

"Shut up," he growled, though the thunder within his chest subsided a little at the sight of the rations.

Blitzwing sat down on the other side of the table and slid the extra cup to Astrotrain, who caught it and took a slow sip. The fullness the hot pink energy brought to his tanks took the edge off his anger, though not much.

"So." Blitzwing leaned back in his chair, getting comfortable. "Who was it this time?"

Astrotrain set his cup down, now half empty. A residue of anger colored his annoyed expression. "Rumble and Frenzy," he said.

Blitzwing raised a plated brow. "You saw them?"

"No."

"How do you know it was them then?"

"A little hard not to when you wake up to see 'FrenZ and Rumble wuz here' graffitied above you while you find yourself glued to your own berth."

Blitzwing snorted a laugh. "They left fragging graffiti saying they were there? Primus, they're stupid."

"Why wouldn't they?" said Astrotrain. "They know they can run to Soundwave if anyone tries to deactivate them. If it weren't for him, they would be scrap metal by now."

The thunder grew back up until it was audible again. "I swear, Blitzwing. If mechs don't knock it off with these pranks, and I don't care if I end up with the mode lock for a year, I will kill someone."

"You almost did," Blitzwing laughed. "It was Dragstrip, was it?"

Astrotrain groaned at the reminder. Three months ago, after the Stunticon insulted him too many times, he snapped and sent him to the Medbay. Unfortunately, that meant Menasor was out of commission for the time being. Furious, Megatron had Astrotrain handcuffed and watched as Motormaster and his team throttled the bound triple changer until he was reduced to a pile of dented armor.

Astrotrain glowered down at his rations at the memory. The burning humiliation of such a punishment made him refrain from giving retaliation of any sort sense then.

"So, did you hear about that Autobot shuttle?" Blitzwing suddenly said.

Astrotrain looked up. "What?"

"You know, that one Autobot whose name we are not supposed to say under threat from our dear second in command?"

An impatient sigh escaped him. "No, I haven't. Why the frag would I?"

"Where in the pits have you been? Glued to your berth?" Blitzwing asked, ignoring the warning glare directed at him.

After a quick look around, Blitzwing leaned forward. He motioned for Astrotrain to do so as well. "Okay, I'm not saying how I know," he staged whispered, "but it looks like that shuttle woke up and decided no more, Mr. Nice Mech."

Astrotrain nodded, disinterest already kicking in. "Uh, huh, so he's finally grown a pair. This was important to tell me because…"

"He's sitting on mechs."

A scratch like a needle bouncing off a player played inside Astrotrain's processor. "What."

Blitzwing threw his head back and guffawed, slapping the table like he had heard the world's funniest joke. The commotion made heads turn again before losing interest, figuring he's being weird.

"I… I swear," Blitzwing wheezed. "I swear, Astrotrain. I knew there was a reason I liked hanging around with you. You're so funny when you're not trying to be."

"Shut up."

After a second of clearing his throat, Blitzwing continued. "Anyway. From what I heard, that Jet Judo-loving Lambo, Sideswipe, did something to push old Skyfire too far and got a face full of aft for it. Been avoiding him like he has a rust infection ever since."

A huff of laughter bubbled up Astrotrain's throat before a sprig of green envy grew and snared it as he heard this. Here was someone who got fed up with taking slag, and he got away with doing it. And it's the Autobots, no less. "Lucky glitch," he muttered, bringing his cup up for another sip.

"Which one?" Blitzwing asked. "Cause if we're talking about Sideswipe, I'd pay to be in his place."

And Astrotrain's appetite packed up and left in half a second.

The cup slowly descended back to the table with a soft clink. "You're gross."

"So says everyone," Blitzwing said before leaning back again.

They sat in silence. Blitzwing was nursing his energon rations when he froze, his visor brightening up. He sat back up as a devious smile lit his face. "I think I have an idea for your little predicament, my big choo-choo bot."

Astrotrain frowned at the nickname. It was worse than Spacebus. "One: don't call me Choo Choo Bot. And what do you think it might be?"

"You want payback without getting turned into some mechs' punching bag, right? Well, what if you went the Skyfire route instead?"

Astrotrain quirked a plated brow as the realization of what Blitzwing was saying dawned on him. "You mean… sit on mechs?"

"Yeah."

That was an interesting suggestion, to put it lightly.

"And what makes you so sure it won't get me in trouble for it?" he asked.

"Think about it," Blitzwing said. "You got fragged in the first place because you inconvenienced Megatron. With this, the only thing that's getting hurt is some glitch's ego. Trust me, you can turn a mech into scrap, and they'll brush it off. But humiliate them," his smile took on a sinister tilt, "and they'll wish you snuffed their spark out."

"And they'll turn around and throw the most fragging, painful revenge they can come up with at me," Astrotrain pointed out.

"One word: blackmail." Blitzwing held up a finger for emphasis. "Do it in private, film it, and threaten to show it to all the crew if they ever bother you again. They'll sell their frames before letting anyone know what you did to them."

That…might actually work, and if Astrotrain was being honest, the idea set off a little buzz of excitement in his processor.

"Alright," he decided. "Alright, I'll give it a try."

"Excellent." Blitzwing stood up, downing the rest of his rations, with Astrotrain following suit. The two mechs walked out of the now empty mess hall and into the corridors. "Now, if you want to pull this off, you're gonna need an assist."

"Let me guess, you want it?"

"Obviously."

Astrotrain shrugged in silent consent.

"Who do you want to start with?" Blitzwing asked.

It only took Astrotrain a second to think before a knowing grin lit his face.

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The door to storage room number 23 slid open, permitting the two cassettes to enter. It closed behind them, shrouding the room in darkness. The glow of their visors was like red fireflies in the dead of night.

Frenzy scanned the room as Rumble turned back to the door. It wasn't the most used: three boxes in one corner and a tall shelf that stood in another next to the door.

Metal-on-metal rang out as Rumble hit the panel to turn on the light, only to huff in confusion as nothing happened. "How come the light ain't comin' on?" he asked.

Frenzy walked further in, ignoring Rumble's question. They had been hiding from Motormaster after bashing his ankles for the hundreth time when Blitzwing called them about an offer he had. When asked, he said to come to this location to hear out the details, and that he'll throw in some high-grade as a bonus. Frag, yeah, they'll come. Who says no to high-grade?

So here they are, in a dark room with no Blitzwing or high-grade in sight.

Rumble, giving up on turning the light on, walked away and joined Frenzy. No sooner than he did, a shadowy figure emerged from behind the shelf, having pulled it from the wall earlier to make a little space to hide behind. Its glowing red visor gazed at Rumble and Frenzy's backs as, little by little, it crept towards them.

"Where the frag is Blitzwing?" Rumble said, anger boiling up in him like a rice cooker. He felt the itch to change his arms into piledrivers and smash something. "He ain't tryin' to punk us, is he?"

"He better not," Frenzy growled.

They were too angry at being stood up to notice the shadowy figure coming to a halt, looming over them before striking, aiming for their necks. Their yells of surprise were short-lived before they crumbled to the floor.

The form looked down at the offline bodies with a triumphant smirk, holding two tasers in both hands. Phase one is complete. Now for phase two.

#transformers #transformers g1 #astrotrain #blitzwing #frenzy #rumble #transformers fanfiction #Transformers fic

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heckcareoxytwit · 16 days

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A preview of Dead X-Men #4

DEAD X-MEN #4

EVERYTHING ENDS! Prodigy, Dazzler, Frenzy, Cannonball and Jubilee have gone farther and have risked more than any X-Men team before. Now, at the end of everything, the final fate of Krakoa rests on these five mutants. Will the Dead X-Men save the seed of the future… or kill it before it can even be planted?

Written by: Steve Foxe Art by: Bernard Chang, David Baldeón, Vincenzo Carratù Cover by: Lucas Werneck Page Count: 28 Pages Release Date: April 17, 2024