MarleeZ
To me, it felt like Wing wanted a pet or at least someone with an equal spirit of adventure and Drift was the one. Yes, Wing's demise was mostly Drift's fault because he wanted to do things on his own, instead of asking for help. He was on the run..
Anonymous

full-autopsy:

Definitely! Wing was sneaking out of the city for some derring-do, and I get the impression it’s not the first time. Given his friction with Dai Atlas in the text, Wing’s the sort of person who wants to be out there doing things, righting wrongs, defending the weak, etc. I LOVE to write him and Drift as kindred spirits in that both of them hate sitting around while others need them.

And for a pacifist, Wing shows clear joy and pride in his fighting skills when showing off for teaching Drift: it must be nice to finally have someone who’s a real challenge! (“Challenge? But he kicked his can every time!” Yeah, not so much skill-wise, but Drift has spirit and persistence and brings a life-or-death urgency to his fighting that Wing finds exhilarating.

Yes, Drift’s actions led to the battle where Wing died, but knowing Wing, he’d do the same thing all over again in an instant: he made a choice to lay down his life for the City, and Drift made a choice to stand alongside him, and if Wing could hear Drift blaming himself for what happened he’d take his face between his hands and smother him in kisses until he smiled again.

uguguu agreed, and this is precious. 

tvthesue:

Scuse me all, have a ficbit.
Drift sat patiently, polishing his great sword, hoping that he would be visited again today. It had been a month since he’d first seen the little red and white bird with golden eyes, and he was very enchanted with it, for more than just its appearance.
A sweet melody filled the air, and he looked up with a smile as the bird glided down from a nearby tree and landed lightly on the great sword. Drift nodded to the bird once, not pausing in his polishing. “Hello Wing.”
The creature sang out a short tune, avoiding the hand that traveled the length of the sword to shine it, edging away or hopping over it, chirruping at Drift as he spoke.
“I missed you last time, were you busy?” Drift wanted to drop his rag and touch the bird, to embrace it, but he knew from experience that if he stopped polishing his sword, it would leave. The bird hopped onto the jeweled hilt of the sword, making it glow faintly, and Drift paused to watch. The bird was the only thing that made the sword glow like this anymore, and to him it was proof that it was Wing. What better a form for the jet who’d longed to fly wherever he wanted? The bird looked up and sang for Drift, making emotion swell up in the swordsmech’s spark as he recognized the tune as one Wing used to hum.
Drift let his hand drop to his lap, and Wing chittered reprovingly, hopping up the length of the blade and pecking at it where the rag had not yet touched. Drift laughed softly. “Yes Wing, I’m taking care of your sword.” He contined to polish, looking fondly at the creature perched near his hand.
He wasn’t sure if it was a real bird. Maybe this was just a projection, Wing’s spirit form and not a physical reincarnation. He’d never been able to touch, so he didn’t know. Sighing regretfully as he finished up, he turned his head to look at the now silent bird, a little sad since he knew Wing would leave once he was finished.
Th bird hopped down the blade and sat between Drift’s hands, fanning its wings a little before folding them again. Drift hesitated, but slowly, carefully leaned down, and the bird chirped once, streatching up and pressing hits head against his chin, letting him place a kiss on its forehead before it flitted away, circling above Drift and singing for him. Singing its own joy.
Drift sat for a while after the bird left, a bittersweet smile on his face. At least he knew the bird was real now.

tvthesue:

Scuse me all, have a ficbit.

Drift sat patiently, polishing his great sword, hoping that he would be visited again today. It had been a month since he’d first seen the little red and white bird with golden eyes, and he was very enchanted with it, for more than just its appearance.

A sweet melody filled the air, and he looked up with a smile as the bird glided down from a nearby tree and landed lightly on the great sword. Drift nodded to the bird once, not pausing in his polishing. “Hello Wing.”

The creature sang out a short tune, avoiding the hand that traveled the length of the sword to shine it, edging away or hopping over it, chirruping at Drift as he spoke.

“I missed you last time, were you busy?” Drift wanted to drop his rag and touch the bird, to embrace it, but he knew from experience that if he stopped polishing his sword, it would leave. The bird hopped onto the jeweled hilt of the sword, making it glow faintly, and Drift paused to watch. The bird was the only thing that made the sword glow like this anymore, and to him it was proof that it was Wing. What better a form for the jet who’d longed to fly wherever he wanted? The bird looked up and sang for Drift, making emotion swell up in the swordsmech’s spark as he recognized the tune as one Wing used to hum.

Drift let his hand drop to his lap, and Wing chittered reprovingly, hopping up the length of the blade and pecking at it where the rag had not yet touched. Drift laughed softly. “Yes Wing, I’m taking care of your sword.” He contined to polish, looking fondly at the creature perched near his hand.

He wasn’t sure if it was a real bird. Maybe this was just a projection, Wing’s spirit form and not a physical reincarnation. He’d never been able to touch, so he didn’t know. Sighing regretfully as he finished up, he turned his head to look at the now silent bird, a little sad since he knew Wing would leave once he was finished.

Th bird hopped down the blade and sat between Drift’s hands, fanning its wings a little before folding them again. Drift hesitated, but slowly, carefully leaned down, and the bird chirped once, streatching up and pressing hits head against his chin, letting him place a kiss on its forehead before it flitted away, circling above Drift and singing for him. Singing its own joy.

Drift sat for a while after the bird left, a bittersweet smile on his face. At least he knew the bird was real now.

One of the Rodiminis decides that their spoilers are actually WINGS and the whole pack of Rodiminis runs up and down the hall, trying to gain enough momentum for flight.
Anonymous

full-autopsy:

shokkuwebu:

THATS ADORABLE AS HELL WHAT THE HECK. RODIMUS WOULD JOIN THEM TOO COS HES A GOOD PARENT LIKE THAT.

THAT’S TOO CUTE…

HE WOULD.

lizwuzthere:

inushiek:

Imagine a Cybertronian with weld lines all over their plating, and everyone thinks they were badly injured, but then they transform and the weld lines join together to form an intricate pattern that makes their jaws drop

Cybertronian tattoooooos :U only visible in their alt modes??? SIGN ME UP

deathpoolquinn:

chookiemunster:

pale-blue-knot:

this was so important to me when i was young and i didn’t even know it

Wait… a… moment…

WHAT

Genetic Lifeform and Disk Operating System

addelburgh:

incognito

addelburgh:

incognito

aleatoryw:

justsomecrazydreamer:

Glamour finally speaking my language

FICS BEFORE DICKS

aleatoryw:

justsomecrazydreamer:

Glamour finally speaking my language

FICS BEFORE DICKS

skywarpscrayons:

evilhasnever:

For vintage-mechanics, who asked for possessive!SS and tolerant!OP. (Specifically, Starscream being like a spoiled cat who bites if you stop petting him.) That’s, like, my favorite thing.

Just a simple derpy strip. :’) sorry for the long wait!

…punches artblock in the mouth  ᕙ(ಥㅂಥ ᕙ)  

just Draw aN OTp KIssong passionately please!!

dobe-qj:

cmo-of-doom:

dobe-qj:

cmo-of-doom:

dobe-qj:

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i think i forgot to draw the kiss part 
i’m sorry ok

I swear this is what the Dratchet NoTP-ers see us gleeing over

i fkin bet it is

They were already too anime you put them over the next level XD

endless animu weeb powers