TF - Prank the HatchetTitle - Prank the HatchetTF - Prank the Hatchet8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Requested by - Starscream225647
Fandom - Transformers
Main Characters - Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Ratchet
Rating - Kid, Teen
Word Count - 1,231
Sideswipe smiled, standing back to make sure their work was completed. He gave his brother an even brighter grin, for which Sunstreaker just sighed silently and shook his head.
Ratchet woke up minutes before his shifted started, stretching stiffness out of his gears as he walked out of his room and into the hall. He paused, glancing up and down the hallway why did it seem so quiet? He knew it was early in the morning, but something just seemed off.
Maybe it was just paranoia, but he knew something was going on. The CMO shook his head and walked up to the medbay doors entering the code and stepping through as they hissed open. The lights came on, revealing his medbay in a flash of light that his optics took a moment to adjust to. His daily routine
Father's day for RatchetFathers Day for Ratchet (Sequel to Dinobot Mothers Day for Wheeljack)Father's day for Ratchet8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Dinobots sat around in a circle, all of them with their thinking expressions on. They were tying to think of what to give to Daddy Ratchet, but so far they had all drawn blanks.
At first they thought they would give the same things to Ratchet that they gave to Wheeljack, but Swoop thought that would be a little tacky. He didnt think that Ratchet would like all the same stuff as Wheeljack. So they were back at square one: what were they to get Daddy Ratchet for Fathers day?
Me Slag dont know what to think, him Daddy Ratchet harder to get presents for the him Mama Wheeljack, said Slag sounding defeated.
Snarl nodded his head to show his agreement with his brother.
Me Sludge say we need help. Maybe can find other Autobot that help us? said Sludge.
We Dinobots no need help from them Autobots. They just laugh and call us Dinobots bad names again,
The Scent of a SeekerThe Scent of a Seeker4 years ago in Humor More Like This
There were some times that Starscream wondered just what went on in the possessors of his fellow Decepticons. Some times he envied Soundwave's telepathic abilities. Then again, some things were better off left unknown and the tri-colored seeker was beginning to think this was one of those times. He stared at Ramjet and wondered if the white jet had done what he thought he had done.
"Did you just sniff me?" Starscream asked, raising an optic ridge.
Ramjet blushed and looked flustered, "N-no! W-whatever gave you that idea?"
Starscream was unconvinced. "Yes you did! You just sniffed my neck!"
The cone-headed jet shifted his weight from one thruster to another uneasily, "Uh, I think I hear Dirge and Thrust calling me Screamer, gotta to go." The white jet took off at a speed that Starscream found impress
Mother's DayRatchet leaned down over Ironhides open chest to examine the work he had just completed.Mother's Day8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
That should hold, he muttered as he twisted a connector fully into place.
Yeah, right up until he throws himself in front of Megatrons fusion canon again, Wheeljack replied from where he sat on a nearby gurney, fiddling with a small box.
So says the mech who spends more time on this table than anyone else.
Wheeljack smirked evilly. Well, I dont know about that. From what Ive heard you and-
Dont! Ratchet ordered, though there was a lightness to his tone. Dont even think about finishing that sentence. And put down that switch box. The last thing I need is for you to blow up my lab.
All right! All right! Wheeljack laughed, lifting his hands in defeat. But you have to admit that-
And Im guessing that your lab hasnt seen any action? No visits from-,
TF's: Not Again Wheeljack..."Of all the ill-fated, inconceivable, incorrigible, idiotic, indescribable--"TF's: Not Again Wheeljack...9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Autobots of all shapes and sizes paused in their daily business as the ranting voice erupted from the medbay. Some of the newer ones look around in surprise. Most merely grinned knowingly at one another. Someone had obviously pushed the wrong button on a certain medic. Once one considered the fact that the twins were presently out on patrol, it really only left one mechanism who managed to wind Ratchet up on a regular basis.
"--insane, imbecilic, ideological, ignorant... GAH! Why today of all days, Wheeljack!"
Said scientist was standing sheepishly in the doorway, dripping fluids from one hand while three newly-detached digits sat sparking in the other. His headfins flashed a soft shade of pink in embarrassment as he scratched the side of his blackened face.
"I wasn't expecting it to self-destruct so suddenly. I even had Prowl double-check the formula for the internuclear filter system. It was perfectl
Chaosclan InformationChaosclan Information5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Located in a forest far from Metropolis. The camp is located in ruins of a small Gaia temple shrine. Only one room for twolegs. Cracks in walls and roof been torn off provides light. Camp also include fern/bramble dens inside, caves in thick walls for leader, nursery and medicine cat and a large rock at the end center for leader to address the clan. Also has a training/playing hollow outside (Sand pit sheltered by ferns) and smaller pieces of ruins provide as sunning rocks. Territory is mix between pines and decidous. Many streams and marshes have either abandoned twoleg bridges or stepping stones. Prey includes squirrels, birds and mice but mostly voles. Boundaries include streams and a large Thunderpath leading to Metropolis.
Cats inside Clan:
Real Name: Shadow
Apperance: Black with red stripes and underbelly. Red eyes, fur bristly hard at back of head. Rough, long fur. White chest fur.
Personality: Calm, seriou
glitch_ upsglitch_ ups4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Universe: Transformer's Prime
Reason? Ratchet Club Contest July 2012 "Learning Something About Humans"
Warnings: Kids, don't try this in your silo, base, barn or home. Animated kids are not the same as real ones. And not all Autobots found this funny.
Copyright: darhhh. I'm not sure if I've seen someone do this before, but this is all my cracked idea with the help of an 8 & 11 year old sons.
*Hic* "Oh leave me the *hic* alone!" Miko stomps out of Bulkhead with Raff and Jack right behind her.
"I'm just saying, it always works for my mom." Jack shrugs taking his bag to the kid's rec area of the Autobot base. Meanwhile Miko is still hic-upping. Raff, short as he is, keeps trying to 'boo' 'rahhh' and other such scary leaps into her face.
"Give it up, Shortstuff." Bulkhead sniggers. "Remember, even zombies don'
Dinobots Mother's Day Mothers Day for WheeljackDinobots Mother's Day8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
No one was quite sure when or how the Dinobots learned about this particular earth holiday, but they seemed to have taken to it with the usual amount of gusto that they took towards everything.
The Dinobots had learned about the human celebration called Mothers Day. And Ratchet and Wheeljack were not quite sure when or how they came up with the idea that Wheeljack was their mother but they had as was the tradition of the holiday gotten him presents.
Swoop had gotten Wheeljack a bundle of flowers that he had collected that morning from outside the Ark. The flowers in the bundle were white, red, blue, and green, which were all Wheeljacks favorite colors. It was actually a very sweet gift, even if the flowers were a bit smashed, the pterodactyl obviously not rem
Twin Femme Terrors 1Twin Femme Terrors 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Twin Femme Terrors chapt 1
So far my life had been considerably easy, I was born from good creators, with kind sparks, who gave me everything I needed to be happy.
I was a good student, always getting good marks and behaving, nothing really out of the ordinary. The only thing out of it was my lack of social skills with other mechs. The femmes although still younglings, would often give me appreciative glances but apparently my fame for being anti social was keeping them at bay, well not that it mattered that much, I wasn't really interested in femmes yet.
You see in my life I have only one drive, one objective, one tiny piece of action that could make my spark feel livelier than any other time.
I wanted to be a racer. Yep, the name's blurr, and currently I am sitting in the living room chair, staring up at my two creators and considering to check if my audios were mal-functioning.
My life was taking a sharp turn around the corner. This couldn't be happening to me, this ruined everythin