Megatron/Ratchet IDW? :D

decepticonsensual:

(Thanks for playing! 🙂  NB – this anon also contacted me again and requested that I add the prompt “medical care”.  Hope you like the result!  Warning for mild gore in a clinical context.  Pre-war, set around the same time as Megatron Origins.)

The blindfold was whipped off, and Ratchet blinked, trying to get his optics to adjust to the darkness.  He could make out hulking shapes clustered around him, and here and there, dimly glowing slivers of red, blue, and yellow indicated mecha watching him from the shadows.

“Found ya a medic, just like ya asked for, Boss,” said a voice from somewhere behind him.  Close to floor level, it sounded like.

A shadow shifted in front of him, and resolved into a massive silver bot peering down into Ratchet’s face.  ”You are a doctor?” he rumbled.  Ratchet nodded curtly, biting down on his fear.  He’d been in a few nasty situations in the Dead End, mostly trying to get between the circuit speeder dealers and his strung-out patients, and he’d survived that.  He could survive this.  He could.

The silver mech tilted his head towards the back of the room.  It was an oddly graceful gesture.  ”We have wounded.  Come.”

“Do I get to learn who my patients are?” Ratchet asked, already standing up and taking his medical kit out of subspace.

“They are my followers.  They are of great importance to me.”

“And you are…?”

“The mech who will be removing your spark with his denta if you fail.”  His voice was as even as if he’d been commenting on the weather.  Ratchet didn’t quite manage to suppress his shiver.

There turned out to be three wounded mecha:  a minibot who just needed an injection to stabilise his spark after receiving some kind of massive electric shock (like running afoul of an electrified security system?  Ratchet wasn’t sure he wanted to know); a seeker with a near-shredded wing, but who was stable and awake enough to snark at him up until Ratchet put him under; and a yellow grounder whose chest and abdominal plating was mangled horrifically, and who graced Ratchet with a cocky smile and a soft, “Watch the paintjob, eh, Doc?” before passing out.  It took two hours to make certain they wouldn’t lose him, and another four to patch him up to the point where self-repair could take over.  Ratchet was nearly dead on his feet by the time he finished with all three of them.

Turning to his host, who had been watching impassively with his arms folded for the last hour, he snapped, “And now your arm.”

“What?”

“You’re hurt.  I noticed you favouring it as we came in.”

The mech glared for a moment; then, slowly, he extended one arm.  A meagre patch job and a haphazard lick of silver paint hid what was, once Ratchet got them peeled off, a particularly ugly gash.  Clucking, he said, “You’re lucky you don’t have the beginnings of a rust infection.  I get that you don’t want it seen, but next time, bathe it in a nanite solution before you wrap it – I can get you some from the clinic.”

“Your generosity to the mech who kidnapped you borders on suspicious.”

“Yeah, the guy who had his minions grab me in broad daylight and take me to a secret lair to treat battle wounds really has grounds to call me suspicious.”  He knew he should regret saying it, but somewhere around the fifth hour of surgery, the fear had burned off, replaced by exhaustion and worry.  Worry over every patient, from the kid with the torn-open plating to the mystery mech whose arm he was piecing back together.

To Ratchet’s surprise, his current patient said nothing more, until the repair was done.  Then he caught Ratchet’s retreating hand in his larger one, and turned it palm up, examining it minutely.

“You have a gentle touch, Doctor.”

“Yeah, well, that’s why they pay me the big shanix.”  Ratchet’s mouth went dry, watching the mech turn his hand delicately this way and that.

“I did not mean it as a compliment.  I do not require coddling, like a fretful newspark.”  He had a gentleness of his own, though, in the careful way he folded Ratchet’s fingers over his palm and released his hand.  "However, you are skilled.  You have my gratitude.“  For the first time since they’d met, the silver mech smiled, flashing bright, sharp denta.  "You may find that a valuable commodity in the time to come.”

MECHANIC’S GUIDE TO TRANSFORMERS PORN SCIENCE!

primus-why:

laprisonmechanic:

hey, so if you don’t know me I’m mechanic. I grew up working in my dad’s auto shop and now I make video games and do electrical work. I also read a lot of transformers erotica, and I write a bit too. Well, sometimes I can’t help comparing porn to its real-life equivalent. So I’m starting a little mini-series about the science of the hardware behind transformers sex and This is kinda the test run. 

Today’s topic:

Plug and Play; Gendered Cords!

So let’s talk about cord genders. 

To cover the basics this post will specifically be covering the type of cords usually covered in plug and play transformer/robots sex. Surprisingly the science on this one is pretty solid usually, though there are a few misconceptions that have been spread about it. 

We can start with what the fandom gets right.

Cables meant for exchanging data or power are gendered! Usually, you have a male end and a female end, and as the fandom would have you believe the male end plugs into the female. The terms here are even usually right!

Just because I’m familiar with it, we’ll use microphone cords (XLR) as an example. 

male 

both ends are male here, as they both plug into another port in order to transfer data. (The one end is a three-prong XLR cable while the other is a quarter inch jack)

female

female ends are generally used to receive data (This is the receiving end of an XLR cable)

This brings us to where the fandom gets some plug and play fics, maybe aren’t wrong but are a little off

Generally in fics people generally keep to the “Male ends send data to female” idea, which is 100% correct but not always the case in real live.  

SO LETS TRY SOME NEW STUFF SHALL WE?

I have to emphasize here that it’s only USUALLY that the male end sends while the female receives data, NOT ALWAYS.

one of those weird exceptions to the rules is actually headphone cords. While your phone contains the female end it’s the end that sends data through the male end of your headphone cords. (Or sometimes they’re hermaphroditic but we will come to that)

There are a lot of those odd exceptions, each with their own benefits and downsides. 

so let’s talk about Hermaphrodites!

Hermaphrodite cords are super cool because they can send AND receive data

The most common one?

USB’s!

Instead of pronged connections Hermaphroditic cords (Or sometimes called non-gendered cords if you would like) use smaller, more delicate metal strips (Like the ones you see on game cartridges) to send and receive information (Usually digital rather than dialog, but that’s another story for another time).

Another thing I have seen in this fandom is gender changers. speaking electrically a gender changer is a fastener you place on the end of a cord to change it’s gender OR change it’s type entirely. 

I mean…guys. where’s my plug and play transgender fics at? there’s a lot of possibilities here just from the science. 

in the end, I’m just pointing out scientifically we could get a lot more creative here if we wanted! SO be free with the new knowledge!!

TL;DR- Cords are a spectrum just like human genders and identities

HUEHUEHUEHUE as someone who knows their way around a patch bay I am 100% here for this lmfaooo