Hey there everyone! I'm, as you can tell, Dreamweaver. But y'all can just call me Dreamer. :) I'm an Autobot medical assistant. Ratchet still doesn't think I'm ready for being a medical officer and First Aid wont let me live it down! It's kinda embarrassing sometimes, but it's totally cool most of the time. They have to give orders to somebody.

I'm old by human standards but quite young by my race's standards. I'm only about a fifteen if you calculate my age from Cybertronian to Earth.

But yeah. I've decided that in my free time of not taking care of my comrades wounds and listening to Ratchet lectures that I would help my human friend, who shall not be named, write stories. Which probably will get me in trouble and locked into the brig for a vorn, but there's so many stories about our race that I think we will blend in nicely. She comes up with ideas and writes, while I provide her with information.

Stories to Come-

Designation: Dreamweaver ;

This is MY story which I'm writing myself. No summary is to be included, as it's hard for me to put such a long complicated mess into a few short to-the-point sentances. Hope you understand.

(untitled for now) ;

Just one mindless walk. A simple decision that changed my life forever. I'm still not sure if it was for the better... Now I, Angie McLaren, have been thrust into a world and war that isn't mine. One that stole the life of my father. I would have walked away from it too, too happy to let the government make me 'forget' and return to normal... But damn me if I never wanted to see those blue optics again!

That's Not Funny ;

sorta AU, crackfic. The Allspark deemed it funny to change all the Cybertronians on Earth into humans.

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