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bumblebiboop · 4 months
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*bumblebee voice* gee arcee, how come hasbro lets you have two girlfriends?
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cliffjumpersass · 7 months
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Crops of commissions taken over on tweeter
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valkylander · 7 months
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All of the canon ships in IDW1 Transformers are severe age gap or severe age gap coded and that's very fun.
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thenamesblurrito · 2 years
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A commission for @pluralsword for the lovely fic Addendum over on AO3, following Arcee on her gender journey! Some snippets are under the cut, including the bit this illustrated scene is from.
The torn metal thread shreds of the Crystal City Messenger newspaper fell from my hands. My body shivered and I felt bellows build up in my voice box unreleased.
“We have truly entered a world of madness- we are dead, dead peoples,” I muttered at my doorstep in the empty residential hallway.
The front-page article and first two sentences ran over and over in my mind. THEOCONOMIST FORM-ESSENTIALISM MADE LAW AFTER TAMPERED PUBLIC POLLS. Nova Prime endorses the theoconomists favoring form over aesthetic and orders the demolition of all aesthetic archives, programs, and organizations in the name of ‘freedom,’ and ‘moving on.’ We write with urgency – because of our reporting over the millennia against the reactionary rise, maintaining of records, and projecting of voices of the decreasing population that still connects to gender or anything like it, we are among the news groups hereby outlawed-
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In my wordless scream of frustration and his of terror, I severed his head from his neck and immediately charged towards the door, deflecting the shots and cutting down the handful of bots in front of me, while taking scatter blasts to my back in yells of pain-
Blasts that fell silent as the hauler’s metal screeched and tore from rocket explosions at the front, spinning us wildly. I stood alone, legs bent and jumping about, while the rest tumbled.
I was about to run- Don’t run- and instead began to bear down on each with my blades in rapid succession while I bled. Four stabs through sparks by the time the remaining eleven stood back up in the back corner gravity had left them in, near me, and I sliced through the group’s torsos in four blows with a triumphant yell, as all fell to my blades beyond their experience or technology.
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I sputtered, exhaust fumes coming out of my transforming seams in nervousness in my chair in her brightly lit office.
“You can say it, you know it as I do, and we’re here for you, just like people were for me,” she got up from her chair and stood in front of me, her sturdy shoulder stacked frame’s firm graspers towards me. “Can I hold your hands? Would that help?”
“Yeah...” I reached out and held her own, feeling her fingers gently find an easy grip around me. “It’s nice to actually be able to trust a doctor and a friend with understanding me and my body, that of a linked trans gal.” 
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"Sibling, you shouldn't be here," Galvatron crossed his arms and leaned on the wall. "This is far too dangerous, not in a combative sense, but that of you against the world," He frowned. "Including danger from your supposed patron and protector."
"You mean, the only person who has done right by our kind with any sort of power to protect us?" I stared back. "You showed up now to tell me that? No hug, no gladness to see me?"
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“Hang on m’am I’m messaging a medic named Safety he’ll be right over with his team-” Phreaker replied.
I was flabbergasted. “Phreaker!”
“What? Just finished talking to him, sorry about that lady,” Phreaker transformed back and extended an arm. “I’m way smaller than you, but you can barely stand, and you need a friend. Lean on me.”
“Why did you use she pronouns and gender terms that some have associated with women? I haven’t told you my pronouns or my gender or terminology therein,” I stared at his cube of a face.
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I spotted recent Cybernought tracks in the direction of my heading. No no no this is bad!! =”ANODE! LUG! Can you read me??”=
I slowed and reached the residue point- there was a crater with a shattered shield staff in the middle, and pink blood everywhere. 
I transformed, crouched, and spotted split off pieces of Lug’s chest and torso armor.
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“Hey Arcee, what’s up? Surprised to get a call from you after our last conversation,” Windblade’s holodisplay visage smiled at me, wings outstretched.
“I’ve been playing around with Earth mode reformats to choose.” I sent her communications table the file scans of considered alt modes and altered files I had tinkered with. “And actually found some euphoria from the shapes I’m considering, but I realized, I realized I didn’t want to be alone right now for this, I wanted someone who would understand to be present.”
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“So, after all these millions of years, after all your labor for a radical revolution and then for survival in the wider galaxy, why in the stars would-” I fumbled over my words, the weight of my title and path of peace pressed on me, as I looked on at Arcee and Windblade, the old and new wiser than me, and both our future. “Why would you, an ancient trans woman anarchist, join up with the Autobots and work as my right hand, and even a commander in my stead?”
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“Hey, hey, Arcee, Aileron told us what was happening,” Lug rubbed my back stacks, as did Anode from my sitting position where Aileron held me. “I know it’s a lot sometimes when we visit, and especially the occasion today.”
 I let their rubbing and embrace anchor for me a moment, and then whimpered out: “come around so I can hug you- let me try to stand-” 
Aileron helped me up, and the four of us hugged close. Lug’s head nuzzled on my waist, Anode leaned her head on my shoulder, and Aileron touched the three of us with her arms and torso. We had a quiet, lovely moment. 
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“Reading Anode and Lug’s journals again I see,” Prowl sat across from my cell bar’s door. “I have to ask, what do you of all people see in them besides curiosity? A change of spark, historical inclination?”
“It’s how they lived with the resources they had, and how strong they were with so little material,” I turned my head, and put the journal down. “They had in abundance things I didn’t value that only they could make- their euphoria, their companionship, their epistemes, their memories, their family. Resources I lost understanding for their true meaning long ago and am trying to retrace, (rest of quote removed due to spoilers)
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Aileron's drippy face looked up at me as Gauge and Sideswipe held her hand, and Ailering, Greenlight, Anodes, Lugs, and Lancer hugged her. "I know we'll be family again too, Windblade..." 
"I know we will," I smiled and joined the embrace, letting her chest rest on my head. "I have no doubt." 
"Aunty, do you think-," Gauge wrapped an arm around me. "Do you think if our world had been happier- if we had not had 12 million years of empire- that her life would have been able to blossom more than it did? To never have been so alone?"
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dustbunny105 · 3 months
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Title: Your Lipstick Stains Fandom: ex/RiD Ship: Arcee/Aileron Word Count: 100 Rating: G Summary: Aileron is back. Arcee marks the occasion. A/N: For TF Femslash February’s prompt “lipstick”! Inspired by this commission I got a few years ago from Kei Zama of Aileron grinning with some kiss marks on her face. While you’re here, consider donating to Care for Gaza.
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Marissa glanced up as Arcee came in, then blinked. Pointing absently at the corner of her own mouth, she said, "Your lip paint is smudged."
"Oh," said Arcee, pulling a rag from a wrist compartment to dab at it. "Thanks."
"Y'know," said Marissa, "I thought that was part of your paint job. I didn't realize you actually applied cosmetics."
"I usually don't," Arcee said. Smudge gone, the smirk she wore was clear. "This was just for fun."
Before Marissa could ask what she meant, Aileron came in behind her-- grinning and with that lip paint smudged all over her face.
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pluralsword · 1 year
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Made this experimental short stop motion fan film while we get the stuff we need to reduce choppiness & do more stuff. Called it Finding Trust, starring Aileron, Sideswipe, & Arcee, love them so much. Free source music is from here: https://freesound.org/people/Casonika/sounds/540974/
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Mmm. Arceeleron bodyguard AU
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shiddyformers · 3 years
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I saw that it was lesbian visibility day, and I just had to finish this.
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zxid · 5 years
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some fun with arceeleron and alt palettes and q-formers
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tildch · 5 years
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Transformers Femslash Week Day 2 - Arcee/Aileron
Kinda late to the party but here it is :)
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ernestinapickman · 5 years
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Bro you just posted arceeleron...........you are going to gain subscriber
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victoriousaatrox · 6 years
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Arceeleron Aesthetic !
center image edit by @zzxid
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cchromedome · 5 years
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I drew up a ship chart for my own preferences and it's ridiculous
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monstrosibee · 4 years
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any time a post reminds me arceeleron exists i lose my fucking mind like a dog seeing a mailman 
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thenamesblurrito · 2 years
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Oof Rito first MegOPLita and now SpringRodCee? you're making me fall for throuples
lolll join me in rarepair hell! listen the dynamics of throuples are so fascinating to me and i love the way they bounce off each other and balance each other out, or make each other worse. it's only enhanced by the spicy secret identity hero shenanigans. actually let me make an updated list of SNAP ships rq, my previous list missed a few. many are just background, and not all of these go full-on relationship during SNAP's storyline but the groundwork is at least begun. can't delve super deeply into all of them at once, not with this many!
romantic datemates/Conjunces (having a romantic datemate or spouse does not exclude you from having a platonic datemate or spouse, and vice versa, hence me listing multiple ships with the same person, eg HotLock and SpringRodCee):
Orion/Ariel/Megatron
Blitzwing/Moonracer/Firestar
established Lugnut/Strika/Obsidian
established Chromedome/Rewind (technically Eject/Chromedome/Rewind due to the way twins work)
Rumble/Cosmos/Frenzy
Skywarp/Tailgate
Starscream/Windblade
Hot Rod/Deadlock
Arcee/Aileron (after Arcee flits around between datemates including Tailgate, Cliffjumper, Kappa, Blurr, and Glyph)
Springer/First Aid
Red Alert/Fort Max
Knock Out/Breakdown
Swerve/Lickety-Split
Sparkstalker/Lightbright
Kup/Maccadam
Botanica/Rattrap
Terminus/Termagax
established Deathsaurus/Esmeral
established Wreck-Gar/Rum-Maj
established Lug/Anode
platonic datemates/Amicae (considered the more important relationship in-universe, like how amatonormativity stresses romance in real life):
Arcee/Hot Rod/Springer
Blackarachnia/Blurr/Predaking
Nightracer/Skywarp
Wasp/Starscream
Misfire/Swerve
Whirl/Tailgate
Mirage/Hound
Swindle/Daytrader
Sunstorm/Riptide
Blaster/Damus
Nautica/Nightbeat
Shockwave/Dispensor
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dustbunny105 · 5 years
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Title: Coming Home Fandom: Optimus Prime/ex-RiD Ship: Arceeleron Word Count: 376 Rating: G Summary: “I know I said that I’d be back next week but hear me out--” A/N: I felt like writing something cute, so here it is! Might tweak the ending a little later, not sure how I feel about it.
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Arcee is nearly back to her quarters after a long work day when her comm chirps a cheerful note. She scoffs through a smile, thumbing the receiver on as she goes along.
“So,” says Aileron as soon as the connection clears, sounding as imploring as if Arcee hadn’t already forgiven her before accepting the call, “I know I said that I’d be back next week but hear me out--”
Fondness bubbles out of Arcee in a laugh almost like a giggle, warmth smoothing over the disappointment before it can reach her face. She smiles at Aileron through the screen, pleased that there’s less than the usual interference.
“What is it this time?” Arcee asks, her tone soothing whatever sting the words might’ve carried. She quicksteps along the last half of her hallway, eager to be home and eager to be able to speak with Aileron in privacy.
“Um, well, there’s something I kinda need to take care of,” Aileron hedges. She looks askance and her expression twitches at the edges.
Arcee frowns down at the screen then, tapping her door code in rapidly. It’s not like Aileron to avoid a question. It’s even less like her to miss a chance to talk at length about her adventures. As she steps inside, she asks, “Is everything alright?”
She recognizes a second presence in the room before the words are out of her mouth. She recognizes the second presence just before she would have drawn her weapon. Aileron looks up at her, letting the grin she’d been trying to smother breathe as the door closes them away from the rest of the world.
“You’re not upset with me, are you?” Aileron asks, as is her habit on these calls.
Arcee crosses to her and gathering her up for a kiss that becomes more of a nuzzle when neither of them can stop smiling. It’s all she can do to put her down again after so long apart and she doesn’t bother to stop herself from stroking across her plating, reassuring herself that Aileron is really here and unharmed.
“Oh, it’s fine,” she teases, hearkening back to the question. She rests her forehead on Aileron’s, optics shining down at her. “I know that you’ll make it up to me.”
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