Casually switches around between robots and humans because they’re indistinguishable in my head any more lmao
How Tailgate acts when drunk varies. Typically, he’s on the chipper and affectionate side of things, but when drunk, it’s easier to accidentally trigger a mood swing into morose self-loathing. I wanna say he orders baby wussy drinks with cherries and umbrellas because… come on, that’s really cute.
Cyclonus likes to nurse something relatively low-charge (a “beer” as opposed to something that’ll knock your boots off) just so he can sit there and brood over a mug for hours.
(Since whether robots even have a childhood or not is debatable, I’m just gonna go with humans for this one)
Did you know that hawk’s human femCyclonus was a sukeban when she was younger? It was kind of the only way a tall, muscular girl with a facial deformity and a problem with authority could fit in, growing up.
Scourge is an idiot and a bumbler (and has a fu-machu), but he’s one of the few people Cyclonus would consider a close friend, even though his current whereabouts are unknown. They met when Scourge thought he could take on the uppity gangster girl and got his ass handed to him for his trouble. He’s been following around Cyclonus in admiration ever since.
We’re not 100% sure how Cyclonus and Scourge fell into Galvatron’s company, but we’re pretty sure he might’ve been over in Japan for unscrupulous reasons and Cyclonus ended up owing him a life-debt. Cyclonus would never go back on something honor-bound like that—and things only got more out of control from there.
I’m thinking Tailgate was probably the youngest son, and either his parents or grandparents were Islamic immigrants from India. He didn’t have a particularly /bad/ childhood, but he did get pushed aside or forgotten a lot in favor of his older siblings, which only happened more and more as he kind of dropped the ball as far as his expectations for achievement went. Whining and lying for attention kind of were his ways of coping with it.
God what’s a sex headcanon I haven’t plastered all over my fanfics or my tumblr yet…
Oh man. Here we go.
The other night Hawk and I were laughing about one of CBB’s recordings (about Cyclonus trying to be sexy and Tailgate going “ehh I’m kinda tired is it okay if we wait till tomorrow”) and it sparked this whole conversation.
Don’t get me wrong—Tailgate is intensely attracted to Cyclonus. Like. To the point of sometimes being reduced to a quivering puddle of doki-doki goo. But in my mind? He’s not /actually that sexual/. He’s actually much more needy for affection, validation, and physical contact than he is for sex.
Cyclonus, on the other hand, has this deep reservoir of anger and sexuality that he very rarely actually allows to be provoked to the surface. He’s usually untouchably stern, but when he’s in the mood, hoo boy. He can be quite the beast.
That’s partially why, the first time something like that recording happens, we think Cyclonus is probably totally not sure what to do with himself. One partner or the other simply not being game for it tonight is a normal enough thing to happen—but after Galvatron, Cyclonus simply isn’t used to normal relationships, putting himself out there to initiate anything (Galvatron took whatever he wanted when he wanted), or being turned down when he does so, let alone by someone like /Tailgate/.
(but then Cyclonus sucks up the blow to his worldview, Tailgate gets all rested, and tomorrow he’s all set for making it up to him, yes)
(…watch Cyclonus not be interested tomorrow. That’d be just Tailgate’s luck)
You might not think it, but Cyclonus, coming as he does from a background in real estate, actually has an extremely educated (if seemingly unenthusiastic) taste in architecture and interior design. The thing is, his personal preferences run towards the extremely sparse and minimalistic. As we know, he thinks placing too much importance on possessions is a weakness (and a waste of money.)
Tailgate, on the other hand, is a bit of a packrat. He lost everything after falling in that hole—so that means that any friends he makes, any gifts he receives, any mementos he keeps of his new and improved life, hold all the more personal significance to him.
Cyclonus puts up with this by making sure Tailgate’s worthless junk is at least neatly displayed or organized. Eventually, he… well, normally I’d say that eventually Cyclonus accumulates a shelf full of little knickknacks Tailgate’s given him, but—- the issue #17 preview is… hanging heavily on me right now.
ARGH we have too many AUs so humans again I suppose
They don’t have a car, so when they need to go places, they sit together on the public bus. Tailgate sticks real close and offers to share an earbud to his old-fashioned CD player—Cyclonus only has one ear, anyway—and sometimes, Cyclonus accepts. Don’t tell anyone, but Cyclonus has a soft spot for the musical stylings of Cher (thx chronicbama)
(Since I don’t personally think robots cook their Energon, this one’s also humans)
Tailgate does most of the cooking, though he’ll recruit Cyclonus to help if he’s around and in a good mood. He starts of cooking mostly Indian stuff because that’s what he’s used to, but acquires more Japanese recipes in an effort to make Cyclonus happy. Luckily, the cuisines do share a few basic similarities, enough that Cyclonus doesn’t turn his nose up at Indian stuff too much.