Transformers Ratchet - Blog Posts

I don’t know what to draw

what should i do?

Ratchet is very dilf-coded >:P

Individual gifs:

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my favorite grumpy bot

Made more transformers OCs :)

Slight NSFW warning??

INTRODUCING RAVE AND NOVA

Like most of my settings, these two are from the IDW/MTMTE continuity. They are former decepticons who defected before the War was over (more info. will be disclosed later :D). Post War and they’re just trying to live a peaceful life, but that’s kind’ve hard when you ended up on the DJD’s list. Also, they are conjux ❤️

Individual Information

Rave:

pronouns he/him

worked in Communications before he defected

his age is equivalent to early 30s

he turns into a boombox (specifically the ION Audio Party Rocker Go HighPower Boombox Portable Speaker with Party Starter Lights Black iSP147)

he is 20 feet tall

he weighs 3,700 lbs

he will eat anything placed in front of him

he has pica, which is where one craves/chews substances with no nutritional value

despite his alt being a boombox, Rave is not that loud of a mech (he does have his moments)

also, despite being in Communications, he as social anxiety (he will persevere through it when the situation calls for it)

he took longer to convince to defecting from the ‘cons

^^despite this, he came up with the escape plan

he’s allergic to oil

dyslexic

the little spoon

^^but not the bottom *winky face*

fears ducks

he cooks like a white woman

Nova:

pronouns he/him

worked in SpecOps before defecting

his age is equivalent to early 30s

turns into a camera (specifically the Sony Alpha A6100)

he is 17 feet tall

he weighs 2,400 lbs

the more sensible of the two (he has his moments)

had to stop Rave from eating napkins once

the big spoon

^^NOT the top (another winky face)

also has social anxiety

^^also persevered through it when the situation required it

came up with the idea of defecting

he believed in the original cause of the decepticons, but as the War stretched on, he saw how they strayed from their original motivations and grew some major doubts

reads to Rave

fears needles

caught KOBD interfacing once

actually banned from the kitchen

cooks like a Victorian child discovering technology for the first time

More Information

the reason they defected was because they found out Nova was sparked

*in my AU, one does not get pregnant, rather when two (or more) mechs merge their sparks there is a 5% chance of getting sparked; mechs can also merge with the intent to create, and that raises the chance of a sparkling from 5% to 86%*

Rave initially wanted to name their child after Megatron, but Nova would not hear him out

^^they were then gonna name them Night Beat, only to discover that there was already a mech with that name

^^^they decided on the name Dead Beat, which they based on how they now viewed the current decepticon cause

Dead Beat is a femme

Rave and Nova are the best parents, although they do have dubious teaching skills

this little family does end up on the Lost Light

^^they had a really close call with the DJD which resulted in Rave getting badly injured

^^^once he was sure the DJD were no longer nearby Nova sent out a distress beacon, which was picked up by the Lost Light (who else lmao)

^^^^they were found and allowed aboard the ship; Rave was taken to the Medbay due to his injuries while Nova was taken to the brig out of precaution due to his intentions being unknown

^^^^^Nova had hidden Dead Beat under his armor when the ship initially touched down so no one knew there was a sparkling; when a member of the Lost Light’s high command came to check on their newest brig member, they were greeted with the sight of Nova having somehow equipped blankets guarding his kid, whom was asleep on his chassis

^^^^^^they were promptly taken to the Medbay where they got yelled at by Ratchet

Additional Images

Here my design for the Autobots that landed on Earth in the Ark, some have an earth alt mode while others have a Cybertronian alt mode. The reason for that is when they landed they all shut down (leaving vitals on of course) and when they were recovered some were able to be reconstructed with an earth mode while others weren’t as bad and just needed some heavy repairs.

I didn’t want to colour Wheeljack and Preceptor but I based both of my design off of @parhelionz Wheeljack and Preceptor designs.

Thought I'd draw more of Izure and Ratchet

Typo in the last pic, *she often covers them with her hair

Reactions to getting in trouble with Ratchet (he is not paid enough for this)

Art for my wip TFP fic To Earth and Back Again

Gonna start actually posting my animatics on here

Have some silly Pharma

TF Titty Headcanons Pt. 1

❏* — warnings — sub/bottom characters(autobots) + dom/top reader + robo titties(duh) + nipple piercings + lactation + breastfeeding kink + rough sex + degradation + praise + breeding kink + heat cycles + i love giving them sappy nicknames + prowl needs his own warning

❏* — a/n — if I have to be plagued with horny thoughts then you guys will suffer too

also, I'm willing to take more requests on which characters(especially decepticons) I should do for part 2 ^-^

➾ AUTOBOTS

✦ Optimus - As the leader of the autobots and one of the last living Primes, it shouldn't come as any surprise that Optimus is well-endowed. His tits are large and bouncy— they defy gravity in every sexy way possible. The Prime's chest is a white-ish color, plush and pillowy, a perfect to touch and perfect to cuddle.

Before becoming a Prime, his boobs were already big but now, they produce mineral-rich energon. He sometimes finds himself upgrading his chassis armor because his tits often press up on his windshields, sometimes popping his chassis armor. On rare occasions, he might even be lactating— It's very distracting, and he always gives embarrassed yet wholehearted apologies whenever his fellow autobots are met(blessed) with the sight. It might even happen that one of the decepticons he meets on the battlefield start tripping over themselves as they gawk at his chest.

Optimus lets out low, silky moans whenever his tits are fondled, his audials twitching with sensitivity. He's very open about his tits. He has no problem with his berth partners wanting to grope them, even suckle on them. If his partner wanted to, he would absolutely let them lay him out on his spinal strut just to fondle and suck on his nozzles, drawing out any energon they can find. It's a bit embarrassing for Optimus to admit, but it's not too hard for him to overload just from having his refineries played with. All Optimus needs is the feeling of having servos grabbing his plush chest and constantly rubbing his nozzles, maybe even his partner clamping their dentae down hard on his nozzle for him to let out undignified sounds and squirting all over himself.

As much as Optimus enjoys having warm servos massage his tits with care, his moans go up a pitch when his tits are bruised and left with marks from sharp dentae. Whether his partner apologizes for their rough treatment or not, they definitely knew that the Prime got a little wetter from it.

✦ Ratchet - Ratchet has huge tits and I will die on that hill. No doubt about it. Ratty's tits are a dark gray, matching his faceplate. They're big and hefty, hard for a mech of even his size to cup them fully into their hands. While he would rather die than admit it, he definitely loves to have his tits played with.

As a medic, Ratty's boobs produce much more energon than your regular cybertronian, which causes him to need to milk them often. Whenever he starts producing extra energon, it's always a pain to deal with because it leaves his poor tits swollen, nearly pressing up against his windshield, and so sensitive when he ends up leaking energon. It's so hard for him to milk his tits on his own so whenever he's at his most frustrated and sensitive state, he has to begrudgingly go to another trusted mech for help. Even though he insists on it being strictly professional, his cute whimpers and the dark blush on his face always betrays his neediness.

During the war, Ratty was definitely known for not only being the best medic Cybertron has seen, but the medic with tits that make the sweetest tasting energon. Whenever he's treating his patients, almost all of them ask if he could provide some energon for them with his generous breasts. Even though they try their best to be subtle about it(except for the most shameless mechs), Ratchet always knows their reasons, but he'll still provide it anyway because it's in his nature to help others. He just has to make sure not to get release his panel and reveal his already drooling valve during the feeding, which is going to be really tough for him.

✦ Drift/Deadlock - Drift's tits aren't the biggest but not the smallest(definitely bigger than Rodimus' though) , but there's still nothing about them that you can't not love. His protoform there is a darker color just like his faceplate, and sometimes flushes a cute pinkish color. Drifty has very sensitive tits and will let out a little squeal if they're groped too roughly. He's not too keen on showing his chest to anybot, especially when he still went by Deadlock, due to his more private nature. But when he has a partner to show them off, they are one lucky mech.

Whenever someone is mindful with how they treat Drifty's tits, massaging them softly, rubbing their digits over his nozzles with practiced care, he absolutely melts in pleasure. He lets out small eeks of pleasure while his finials twitch in response to the stimulation, his frame shivering like a turbo-rabbit . His whines and slight pouts are so attractive whenever his tits are played with. Drifty tries so hard to seem like he's unaffected but it's so hard for him to do when both his faceplate and his tits are both flushed pink with energon.

When he was known as Deadlock, even in bed, he would be known for being feisty and a little too eager to bite. But the moment servos are on his tits and slowly groping them, he gives up all resistance and tries his best to stop the little moans threatening to come out from his vocalizer. He'll still have a look that screams "make fun of me about this and the last thing you'll see will be my gun" but it'll be softened by his half-shuttered optics and and his breathy whines tumbling from his intake.

✦ Rodimus - definitely has small tits. And he is proud of them!!! He loves to show off his tits to his partners in berth and has possibly opened up his chestplate to show them off to any crewmates that flatter him enough more than once, maybe even let them cop a feel. His boobs are a white color similar to his faceplate. He has very perky nozzles and he will whimper when they're tugged on. Even though his tits are smaller than the average cybertronian's, they're still just so adorable, especially with the way his nozzles slightly flush blue when he's aroused.

Roddy knows that people are into his tits and he uses it to his advantage. Whenever Magnus is boring him to death with reports on ship maintenance or whatever, he shoves the datapad or anything that Magnus is holding in his servos, brings the huge mech's helm down to his level, and pushes his tits into Magnus' face with a cute little "ta-da!". There isn't much to push into the big mech's face but nonetheless, it's effective. He would giggle a bit and ask Mags if he liked his tits and Rodimus is left with a short-circuiting Ultra Magnus to explain to everyone. He's tried that move on Megatron too, but it's sadly not as effective on him, though the ex-warlord definitely does enjoy the view.

✦ Prowl - This praxian definitely has huge tits-- that's what his bumper is for. Now his bumper is great and Prowl definitely carries it with pride, but his titties are the real star of the show. His protoform are a dark gray compared to his faceplate. Unlike most mechs, Prowler has custom nozzle piercings: a pair of gold piercings(they cost him a mean amount of credits) and a pair of silver hoops. He switches between pairs each day. They're so big that he sometimes has a bit of trouble transforming his bumper over them. He loves to tug on them while he fingers himself silly because the pain is so delicious that even a few tugs can get his pathetic spike overloading and his messy valve squirting.

While Prowler berths very few partners, he loves to get his tits fucked by a spike big enough to reach past his cleavage and into his open mouth. Whenever his partner tugs on his nozzle piercings while fucking his tits and hisses out some degrading words, Prowl's vocalizer lets out a whoreish squeal-- he probably overloaded right then and there. Prowl for sure loves his titties. He may not be on Starscream's level of narcissism(no one can reach his level), but he sometimes like to check himself out in a mirror or camera to admire his busty chest, groping himself and gently tugging on his piercings as he begins to pant and his fans click on. It's at times like this that he often dreams about being subjected to obscenely kinky scenarios: his tits being bitten down on harshly as he's forced to continue riding his partner's monstrous length, his partner hooking up pumps to his nozzles to activate his energon lactation and leave him hooked up with multiple vibrators stuffed up his valve and aft and left overloading silly for hours, or being left in a dirty alley during his heat cycle, all his panels open while he drips energon from his tits and his pussy leaks lubricant all over the ground as he's left in a spike-hungry state, just about willing to let anyone fuck him as long as they'll ruin his pussy and fill his gestation tank with transfluid.

TF NSFW Headcanons #3 - Ratchet

warnings: sub/bottom Ratchet + oral fixation + praise + dumbification + face sitting + body worship kink + manhandling + Ratchet is literally my wife + the love of my life right here<;33

a/n: ratchet's design when he came back from saving his boyfriend>>>

-> Frame Ratchet has a frame that attracted all sorts of mechs during his academy days. He's a boxy frame, a bit short but none the less attractive. He has a wide and heavy chassis and a wide midsection. His hips are wide and load-bearing, with thick powerful thighs to support them. I know I was praising Optimus' thighs in the last one but 100% Ratchet beats him in that department. He has a warmer frame than most mechs. Ratchet's berth partners love to push their helms onto his chassis, his midsection, his warm embrace, or his big thighs. They nuzzle into his frame while listening to his half-hearted grumbles, admiring the flush on the medic's face.

Ratchet's array seems to be average at first sight but don't let looks deceive you. Most of his berth partners get fooled by his standard valve, dark, plump lips with a pretty red node. But the moment someone slips their spike into Ratchet's valve, they had better prepared themselves or they might overload on the spot. Ratchet's valve clamps down like a vice once his partner bottoms out. His extra warm frame makes his valve run hot like lava, but it's only so much more pleasurable for the one spiking his. His greedy valve sucks in his partner's spike, unwilling to let go. While Ratchet moans lowly, his partner will be biting their own glossa trying to control themselves and to not start bucking into him like a wild mechanimal.

-> Oral Fixation Ratchet likes to suck things. Like, a lot. Something that will always get him in the mood is his partner rubbing a digit against his lip, and pushing into his intake slowly, slowly adding more as they watch Ratchet drool all over them. His optics glaze over, a fuzzy feeling filling up his processor. He's easily brought into a deep subspace as he noisily sucks on his partner's digits. The charming wrinkles on his faceplate soften as his body fully relaxes and leaves himself in his partner's care. While his glossa sloppily swirls around his partner's digits, his panel had since been retracted and his neglected valve is dripping wet. He's too far gone to even give his soaking pussy any attention.

-> Praise/Body Worship Ratchet would rather die than admit it, but he absolutely loves being praised and showered with affection. He may act annoyed when his partner sits him in their lap and begins caressing his body, but he can never keep up the act. Ratchet can't help but whimper as his partner's servos roam his chassis while the intake his on his throat cables leaving small dents on them, all the while they're murmuring sweet nothings into his audials. It's almost therapeutic for Ratchet. It just makes him feel so loved to have his partner run their servos all over his frame, dipping their digits into seams and pulling on bundles of wire that has his thighs trembling. Ratchet lets out small whines as his partner leaves sloppy kisses along his jaw, only for his noises to be swallowed up when his partner closes the distance between their faceplates. He just can't help but hope for the moment to never end.

-> Face-sitting With enough pestering, Ratchet will grant his partner's wish for him to sit on their face. He grumbles about how he's too old for this and how he's too heavy until his partner grabs him by the hips and pulls him to their intake. Ratchet whimpers as his valve is thoroughly eaten out, the mech underneath him lapping up all his juices. Ratchet's big thighs instinctively clamp down on his partner's helm, an embarrassing yelp leaving him. Yeah, maybe he slightly crushed the helm of the mech under him, but his partners know the risks. Anything is worth it to get a taste of Ratchet's valve. His partner will thrust their glossa into Ratchet's quivering hole and Ratchet will only be able to moan as his pussy is being ravaged, unable to tear himself away from the onslaught of pleasure he's receiving. He'll grind his hips into the intake he's riding, until he feels that familiar heat in his lower regions bloom. Even when Ratchet overloads with a loud cry, his partners stay glued to his pussy, lapping up all the juices from his valve. He'll protest weakly but will end up finding himself rocking his hips again, hoping to get another overload from the skilled glossa under him.

-> Dumbification This poor mech is so stressed out. During the war, he had to treat hundreds of thousands of mechs with gruesome injuries, and even after everything is "over", he just can't catch a break!. It's why one of Ratchet's favorite things for his partner to do is to fuck him dumb. It doesn't matter how his partner does it, with a false spike, a vibrator, he doesn't care. He just wants to be pounded so hard and deep, grinding on the ceiling of his valve and watching a slight bulge form, manhandling him into all sorts of positions and keep fucking him so stupid that he can't even create a coherent thought, let alone speak out loud. All that's filling Ratchet's processor is lust as he feels that wonderful spike just keeps slamming into his wrecked pussy until they overload in him once again, the transfluid in his hole barely having enough space to stay inside of him causing some of it to dribble out. He's slurring his words, making 0% sense as he's fucked silly. If you were to ask him what his own name was he wouldn't even begin to thin of an answer. All Ratchet can manage to think of with that fucked stupid processor of his is that he won't be walking for some time after that.

Thank you so much for giving me the go ahead to request the matchup for Transformers MTMTE 💜I'm a 21 yr old female who dresses more androgynous. I'm also a Pisces so Im pretty reserved when i first meet people and tend to be very introverted. My morality is very situational but I live by "Do no harm, take no sh*t". I enjoying writing, playing RPG video games(the dirty secret is I love fps too). Im on the spectrum for autism and have trouble with textures/physical contact. Sorry it's long(1/2)

I match you with Ratchet and Drift!

You and Ratchet got together before you even knew who this Drift was who Ratchet left Lost Light and you for. You heard about him from Ratchet and by what you heard you knew he harbored feelings not only towards you but also for the swordsmech. So with your blessing, Ratchet set out to find Drift and bring him back where he belongs.

Next time you two meet is in the middle of the battle against Decepticon Justice Division and knowing it might be the end of you all Ratchet introduces you and Drift to each other and you click immediately.

It’s your moral code, “Do no harm, take no shit” that captures Drift’s attention. What an interesting saying, is it from Earth? He likes it, it reminds him of Ratchet, which to the doctor grumbles, “We’re Autobots and we certainly don’t take this from those scrappy Decepticons!”

After the battle is over you three settle the things and to Ratchet’s joy, you and Drift like each other. The relationship may begin anew!

You have been writing ever since Ratchet left but your computer and everything you hold dear is in Lost Light that Getaway hijacked. Maybe it’s for the best, I mean, most of them were love poems, stories and novels so they could be a little bit embarrassing.

Drift loves playing RPG games with you and he plays as Lawfully Good and you have to tell him the sad truth that you can’t date a Krogan yet in these games. He can’t wrap his helm around the idea that humans haven’t developed a romantic route to Wrex, he is a catch! No one has the heart to play as the bad guy in this relationship expect from Ratchet but he has better things to do than to play some stupid shooting game where you can romance an alien. It takes you to blurt out that “That’s how you got me!” and Ratchet grumbles stubbornly and demands to get the controller, “Let me show how the best generation does it.”

Ratchet is a great medic, but he can only heal your scraped knee. When you first started dating and Ratched had left, he had insisted you see Rung. He should have been able to help to put your mind at ease. When Drift learns about your condition he tries to get you to meditate with him. You don’t need to touch in it and it improves your mind and anxiety.

Two of them get you a birthday present from Brainstorm. It’s a 3D first-person shooting game, made to be the most lifelike gaming system there is. Not only can you actually shoot with a finger on your trigger if you want, but it can also make popcorn and you can play it with friends or lovers! You go crazy on those zombies in Call Of Duty and as  Ratchet and Drift offer you backup against the living dead you keep making these dark jokes and puns. Ratchet retires, Drift takes the vow of silence, but no matter what they do, they can’t escape the puns. The puns that Drift can stand are light-hearted jokes.

Preview to a ficlet I’m writing for Transformers

This is in response to a Mafia AU with Humanformers roleplay my friend is in. I was submitting this in response to a prompt given for the RP for the part of roleplaying as Ratchet.  The Prompt was: “ Optimus and Ratchet fighting because OP ignored a warning from him not to send out certain members and it ended up with some of them nearly dying and one currently in critical condition. “ It was pretty vague to give the writer the freedom to explore the possibilities of the scene.

I took my 3 paragraphs I wrote to get the part of Ratchet and made it my own starter for a ficlet I’m dubbing...

Whiskey Instead of Rubbing Alcohol

It had been ten hours since he left the medbay, ten hours of his hands deep in the gut of someone else, voice hoarse from barking order after order. It had been easy for him to fall into the adrenalin rush of having more patients than on-call nursing staff. The room where he had worked was freezing at one point but had since heated with the bodies that swarmed inside it like maggots to a corpse. In the chaos, he hadn’t realized how much blood had actually got on him and his once light blue scrubs were an ombre of reds. His arms still had specks of blood on them and he could feel the sweat still sliding down his face as he tried to calm his pounding heart. His eyes were thin slits as he squinted to deny the migraine that was begging to form behind his eyes. His shoulders were tense, boxed and seemed like a warrior getting ready to face off against an army he was outnumbered for. His breath shutters for what seems like the millionth time since he left the ward with all its patients in stable condition, and he bowed his head to rub at the bridge of his nose. Outnumbered like the men Optimus had sent into the fray with nothing more than a pep talk and some rushed instructions. 

His teeth grind so hard together he could feel the sandiness of his teeth slowly being whittled away. His hand slammed onto his desk from his nose, reaching again for the large jack-daniels and pouring the open bottle into his glass. He threw his head back as he took the entire glass like a shot, the burn spreading like a poison across his tongue and burning away his anxieties as it scorched down his throat before sending one last devil’s cry up his nose. As it settled to melt his stomach, he sputtered a cough, moisture pricking his eyes as he rapidly blinked to clear his vision, sure of when his vision cleared the body of one of his patients would be lying dead before him. He ran a trembling hand through his now spiked hair, trying to smooth it down as if it would soothe him, but his anger caused his hand to clench around the ends and pull with a force that ripped a few strains from his head. The burn of vinegar was pungent when mixed with the copper scent coming from the ward down the hall. 

His office was dimmed and the only light was that on his desk, the yellowed glow reflecting off his face and making him seem gaunt and sickly discolored. Heavy bags under his bloodshot eyes, staring blankly at the paperwork that would need to be filled out and filed later. He couldn’t bring himself to even recount in writing what he had to do to save those poor men- boys, they were so young- lives. His breath wavers as his shoulders shake with the manifestation of his frustrations and he shakily poured himself another glass. Occasional beeps drifted into his office from behind his closed door and it seemed to him as if the reaper was ringing his bell and trying to lure those boys to eternal sleep after all he tried to do to save them. He wouldn’t be surprised if at least three didn’t survive the night- but he hoped to any god above, if one existed, that they would all pull through. He didn’t think he could handle having to call their mothers with the news of their children’s youthful demise.