#I HATE MTMTE (lying)

[mainenorth]

I’m NOT over Skids remembering Quark and wanting to using his final moments to tell Brainstorm about what happened to Quark.

AND THEN BRAINSTORM BEING THE ONE TO BE BESIDE HIS STATUE AND SEEING IT FLICKER OUT??

[lord-squiggletits]

Actually the funniest example of Megatron apologism (neutral) I've seen is when people call it biased and rigged for Optimus to be the judge for Megatron's trial, but have nothing to say about the fact that Optimus let Megatron on the Lost Light AS CO-CAPTAIN which is ALSO incredibly rigged and biased and no one wanted it and Optimus barely had the authority to even do that.

It just seems like a case where people will always take the angle/interpretation that favors Megatron as a victim of Autobot eeeevillll, so they harp on how unfair it was for Megatron to be put on trial, but completely skirt over exactly how and why Megatron even got to serve parole/not rot in prison in the first place. I guess because it would disrupt the ever-present fan wank about how actually Megatron is being victimized for being put on trial and those Autobots are "just as bad" (lmao).

[in1-nutshell]

Ohh can we have Moonie and Swerve finally announced their relationship and finally kiss one a nother ..... :3cc

Moonie and Swerve!!!!!!

Hope you enjoy!

Moonstreaker and Swerve confess

SFW, Platonic, Romance, Familalal, Cybertronian reader

MTMTE

It had taken quite a while before Moonstreaker was back to her normal self.

After all the things that happened with her finding out she was an outlier and then having to tell the crew the new discover…

Swerve was just glad the tough part about this was over.

While Moonstreaker didn’t like using her outlier ability too often, she did entertain a few bots if they asked nicely.

Tailgate: “Have you tried any new tricks?” Moonstreaker: “Only the ones Roddy knows.” Whirl: “I call scrap. You definitely know another trick not even Rodimus knows. Well, maybe Swerve knows.” Swerve: “Hey! I do not know her other—oops.” Moonstreaker gives a tired sigh but smiles. Moonstreaker: “All right I’ll show it.” Tailgate: “Yeah!” Little tongues of blue flames decorate the top of her helm, looking like a crown or even a halo at a certain angle.

The minibot would be lying if his crush on her didn’t grow the longer he spent time with her.

But he was slowly distancing himself, but not too much.

Moonstreaker was hyper aware of his distancing tendencies after the Swearth incident, something he hated and loved.

Why distance himself?

The pair had recently had a conversation about the future and potentially finding a Conjunx.

Moonstreaker had joked around about Whirl being her potential Conjunx.

He knows it was a joke… but at the same time…

Swerve saw a lot of potential in the two getting together.

They would make a great powerhouse couple.

Anyways it wasn’t like Swerve had any chance with her either.

So, he stuffed all those feelings down for her sake and decided to be the best wingbot she could ask for.

Swerve spotting Moonstreaker and Whirl walk into the bar. Swerve: “Moonie! Whirl! Over here!” The pair went over and found their usual drinks sitting right next to each other. Swerve: “Your usuals. Let me know if you need anything.” Swerve walks off. Moonstreaker looks at the retreating minibot. Moonstreaker: “That was weird.” Whirl chugging his drink. Whirl: “No complains here.” Later… Swerve and Moonstreaker are talking. Moonstreaker: “I’m going to need a bit of extra time to get my aim back. Do you think y—” Swerve: “Whirl would be great for that! Maybe not the best choice, but that copter will get you shooting targets head on in no time!” Moonstreaker slightly deflated. Moonstreaker: “I guess…” A few minutes later… Swerve talking with Whirl. Whirl: “Sometimes I feel like Magnus is just waiting behind every corner.” Swerve: “Maybe Moonstreaker can help.” Whirl: “Moonstreaker? What happened with Moonie?” Swerve ignoring the last comment: “Moonstreaker can talk to Magnus and maybe she can get him to stop being so uptight about it.” Whirl squints his optic a bit. Whirl: “Sure… get me another cup of this will ya.” Even Later… Swerve serving Rodimus his usual drink. Swerve: “So Rodimus, what do you think about Moonstreaker looking for a potential Conjunx?” Rodimus almost spits out his drink. Rodimus: “What?” Swerve: “Moonstreaker looking for a Conjunx. Do you think she might find one here?” Rodimus: “Moonie finding a Conjunx? Haven’t really thought about it…who were you thinking?” Swerve: “Not really thinking, more like wondering, because why not. It’s a slow day at the bar.” Rodimus: “Hmm, don’t know. I really don’t see Moonie with anyone. Anyways I’d feel sorry for the poor bot who even wants to be with her.” Swerve feels a bit angry at the comment but pushes it down. Swerve: ‘What about Whirl?” Now Rodimus spits out his drink. Swerve: “They have been together a bit more these past few months Captain. I wouldn’t be surprised if it hasn’t crossed any of their minds before. Moonstreakers a good bot, anyone would be glad to have her by their side.” Rodimus grumbles. Rodimus: “She wouldn’t. Whirl isn’t even her type!” Swerve: “Then what is her type?” Rodimus: “I- don’t—its – Its defiantly not Whirl!” Swerve: “That’s what we thought of Cyclonus and Tailgate. Now look how they are.” Rodimus grumbles and leaves the bar.

It hurt the minibot more than he would like to admit it.

But if it meant Moonstreaker was happy, Swerve was willing to go through it.

Moonstreaker was confused and hurt.

Swerve was avoiding her and constantly bringing Whirl up and leaving her with the mech.

At first, she, didn’t mind it too much, it had been a hot second since she had spent time with Whirl.

Moonstreaker was walking down the hall with Whirl. Whirl: “Are we going to address what’s bothering you or am I going to have to sic Eyebrows on you?” Moonstreaker: “Eyebrows has a name Whirl, its Rung. Secondly, I don’t have anything bothering me.” Whirl squints his optic. Whirl: “Yeah and I have a kid. Is it about Swerve?” Moonstreaker pauses for a bit before nodding her helm. Whirl: “Well, I’m not into the whole ‘relationship advice’ thing, but I do know that talking helps. Maybe try that before you go moping around the ship.” Moonstreaker: “I wasn’t moping.” Whirl: “Yes you were.” Moonstreaker: “Was not.” Whirl: “Was.” Moonstreaker: “Was not.” Both pause before laughing a bit. Rodimus turned the corner and immediately turned back. Rodimus: “Nope, nope, nope nope, nope…” Moonstreaker patting Whirl on his shoulder. Moonstreaker: “What would I do without my Amica?” Whirl: “Still be moping?”

She tried to talk to the min bartender, but he still kept on avoiding her.

The longer it went, the more it started to hurt.

Maybe she was being too clingy or too bold and he got uncomfortable with her.

Or maybe he got tired of her.

She wouldn’t blame him either.

After what she put him through with the transformation and all, she’s just surprised that he didn’t leave sooner.

Whirl and Skids eventually found out what was going on both sides.

The facepalm both the bots did nearly made Rewind and Tailgate take them to the medbay.

Then they found out and also facepalmed.

They needed a plan.

Skids recommended that they just talk it out.

Rewind and tailgate wanted a slightly romantic atmosphere for the confession.

… then there was Whirl.

He went behind their backs and told Moonstreaker that Swerve was going to go on a date with Rodimus.

This certainly got a reaction out of the blue bot.

It was after hours when Moonstreaker kicked down the bar’s doors looking downright furious.

She marched right up to the bar and grabbed Swerve putting him on the bar counter and started explaining every reason why he shouldn’t even consider dating her loud brother.

Swerve tried to get in that he had no idea what she was talking about when she told him that she liked him.

She like, liked him.

Poor Moonstreaker was still rambling while Swerve was still processing all what she was saying.

She only stopped when Swerve got up on the counter and grabbed her shoulders getting her attention.

He gently cupped her face and rested his helm on hers

Her optics widened and a big smile grew on her face as some happy tears sprung from both of them.

Whirl: “FINALLY!!!!” Both bots jumped. Moonstreaker pulled Swerve flush against her chassis slightly warming up. They had forgotten that the bar still had bots in it. Whirl: “You have NO IDEA HOW LONG I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT!!!!” Whirl looks around. Whirl: “I need to break something!” Rewind and Tailgate jump on him. Rewind: “No! Not now! Let me record a bit longer before you destroy the place!” Tailgate: “Whirl please don’t do it! Cyclonus! Cyclonus help!” Cyclonus starts trying to restrain Whirl as Moonstreaker looks like she is going to burst into flames again. Swerve: “You know if your gonna flame out you might want to let go of me.” Moonstreaker tightens her grip on the minibot and carries him out the bar. Swerve: “Ten! Close up the bar!” Meanwhile up on the bridge… Rodimus suddenly shivers. Megatron: “Rodimus?” Rodimus: “Nothing… thought I felt something… weird…”

[fanficmaniatic]

Transformers Pairs I think shouldn't live only in my head:

Because I think I am onto something and Y'all should hop along.

Disclaimer: Not all of them are romantic/ Some are platonic, and/or I think we should consider making these character family.

ALSO, There are some I think we as a fandom should ship in the "I think they hunt the other for sport" type of way, no romantic feelings.

1- Blaster/ Nauttica/ Road Rage.

I know a good deal of you already ship Nautica/Road Rage, and that's great... Now, consider giving the lesbians a hype man. I personally ship them in a ot3 way, in a "Let's go Bisexuals" type of way if you will, but Blaster being just their platonic bestie is also fine. I just think the 3 of them should live together. Picture this: Science girlfriend, Party Boyfriend, Bodyguard girlfriend. Is a the 3 of them are super smart and competent but in different fields and can help each other... also the nerding-out and Road Rage being absolutely in love with music provided by the resident radio.

2- Blurr & Cheetor.

This one upsets me, because why cant we pull a "Jack frost and Elsa are dating" on them, why is this QPR living only in my brain. WHAT IF, hear me out, they meet while racing and become best friends, they are RIDE or DIE. They see each other as their sun, they push each other to better themselves. I could see them as romantic, but the QPR aspect of it is too soft for me to pass.

3- Jazz ][ Getaway.

Okey, hear me out, your see the racquets "][" ? That is to keep them real separated, This is a "Coworkers to enemies" ship, an "Enemies to I will be responsible for your demise" if you will. I haven't finished MTMTE and I won't be able to in the near future BUT, if this fandom has feed me a common sentiment is that we hate Getaway for good reason. Now, Picture this:

Jazz, head of SpecOps, having to work with the guy that thinks he is worthy of carrying the matrix. Is Diplomatic Corps and SpecOpcs rivalry is.... you know what I just want them having a bloody fight. Get the romance BULLSHIT OUT, let them haunt the other for sport.

4- Perceptor/ Warpath/ Bliztwing.

Okey, you have to trust me on this one, because I accidentally started shipping them while working on my continuity and... tHEM...But what if Perceptor was allowed to go a little bit Apeshit and had boyfriends who supported him? What if Bliztwing was more like his G1 self? what if Bliztwing and Warpath were pre-war buddies? just thoughs man...

5- Eject & Rossana.

First, I think they would get along. Second, is that Rosanna looks like she likes football... so... Let them play together man. We either make Rewind, Eject and Rosanna triplets or Rosanna&Eject the twins, with Rewind being the older brother. I just think we don't make use of the cassettes sibling-like relationships enough and I just would like to see these two more often.

6- Prowl ][ Starscream.

Look, if you don't think Prowl and Starscream should have an "I want to personally murder you" type of relationship, you are lying to yourself because that shit is just too funny. Throw Chromedome in the mix for extra spice. Just picture those two having to work together OR THEY DIE, and doing everything in their power to be the only one that comes out of the situation alive. You know what? "Enemies to reluctant allies" is also okey but only because that would crack me up.

7- Jazz/ Ironhide/ Chromia.

This came to me in a vision... The vision was Ironhide leading an attack while Chromia took out enemies from afar with her sharpshooter skills, and this is all a diversion so that Jazz can steal information. They go for drinks after that. I also think that Jazz being the shortest yet the one people are terrified of would do wonders for the comedy possibilities of this ship. This can be 3 best friends, a QPR, or a ot3, just... you know what they say "Something something they go to missions together they get married" <-Someone has to have said that before.

8- Roulette & Jazz.

This goes to the "Ex-decepticon Jazz" lovers out there... Give him a friend that gets it, someone who wouldn't judge freshly "Fence Hopper" Jazz because she has a sister with the decepticons, and she wishes this whole war was just over with. Bonding over the differences between the Autobots and Decepticons. Is Jazz helping Roulette check on Shadowstiker and covering for her because they know the decepticons are just mechs like them.

I have more but idk how to explain it without also having to explain a shit ton of nonsense because, Overlord and Toaster are married but y'all are not ready for that conversation.

[loveofbots]

Content warning!!

This is about last stand of the wreckers and it includes SPOILERS. I also really wished someone had warned me about how bad it gets. Honest to god I’m putting this under a cut because it deserves a trigger warning.

Warnings: violence, mentions of that one Saving Private Ryan scene, I shouldn’t have read the series at midnight.

The only reason idw hasn’t perished for being too gory is because they are robots not humans, Springer gets HIS FACE PUNCHED OFF and that scene where it’s finally explained by Ironfist via flashback what Impactor did- how jaded everyone but Springer was to his actions.

No one helped Springer, they watched as he desperately tried to save the Povans. I wanna hold that boy close now oh my god.

And oh my lord the TWO SIDEDNESS. Especially Rotormaster’s panels about being an excellent flier! And he just admits he was lying??? AND THEN GETS SHOT IN THE FACE??

Fun thing is: I connect with transformers more than I do with humans. Call it my autism or something but I would much rather live in a world where gender doesn’t exist and I’m a big tall robot. That being said, I think this hit me way harder than it should’ve.

Impactor in the beginning showing his weakness too. It’s not super obvious but you can tell he DOES NOT want to go back to g-9. He is traumatized and despite his literal war crimes I would give him a cup of chocolate milk. He needs to be comforted so bad. All of them do.

TW: death and Saving Private Ryan

There were only 4 deaths. Only 4 wrecker deaths and each one felt like my heart was being crushed. It was disgusting, vile, brutal just for the hell of it. I saw my favourite characters at their lowest. It was awful. The last time I felt like this I was watching the saving private Ryan D-Day scene. It didn’t make me cry but it gave me nightmares for three days. I really hope that sins of the wreckers is gentler.

The comic is a masterpiece and I commend the people who wrote it. The details and the writing made me feel for ironfist, pyro, and verity. Characters I did not know prior to reading the comic. I seriously felt like I was there with them and that’s probably the reason I was so affected by all the tragedy. I personally got to understand springer and Impactor a little better, and know why Fort Max goes into a fit in mtmte. I can’t be mad or upset about it because it was good- but I really think more fans should put warnings on the comics before you read them. I read some of the brutal DC comics and was not this affected by them. Probably something to do with attachment to the characters.

Still, I love it as much as I hate it. It really opened my eyes to how bad it gets in the war- as much as I want it to be the funni g1 stuff. IDW is great but I honestly think you should be over 16 to read that- I’m lucky I only read MTMTE when I was little.

Also this: I love prowl he’s my asshole. He makes calls for better or for worse and unfortunately he’s the guy you complain about when his call goes wrong. Still- I wanna kick his Praxian ass for not showing any empathy. Ultra Magnus is doing better than him (even tho I feel like he was kinda ooc)

Anyways that’s my two cents on Last Stand. It’s really bad but it’s done really well.

[petitelepus]

How would mtmte and tfa react to Marinette and Lila? I feel like one of the autobot’s would have a crush on her or some of them try to help her with confessing her feelings to blondie blind boi and trying to get them together, and some bots hating Lila and trying to expose her of her lies and knows that she’s lying all the time (I know it’s not related to spooky season but I’m just sick and tired of Lie-la and just want Marinette to be with her boy of her dreams- I’m also watching it to see if Adrienette ever happens)

I'm sorry Anon but... I have no idea who Marinette and Lila are?

[thanksjro]

More Than Meets the Eye #19- Ambulon and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

We got a major reveal at the end of last issue, and now it’s time to put the rest of the pieces together so we can finally understand the mystery that is the Ultra Magnus situation.

So back when Magnus’ seemingly lifeless body stole a shuttle, fucked off into space and landed on the moon, Tyrest was there to greet him.

And by “greet him”, I mean punch through the windshield and carry him bridal style, as if he weighed no more than a baby bird, into his moon base.

Pharma did his thing with his crazy new hands, Magnus was saved, and he woke up shortly after his lifesaving operation. Then Tyrest punched Magnus in the face, because fuck the healing process. He’s an engineer, not a doctor, he doesn’t deal with the SOUL and FEELINGS or anything like that.

In the here and now, Rodimus is still trying to comprehend the fact that his SIC isn’t dead, and is also actually another, much smaller guy with a mustache. Minimus Ambus attempts to explain just what the hell is going on, and we get back to our flashback.

After some good old-fashioned face violence, Tyrest showed Magnus around the place, specifically the terminal he’d set up for his on-the-fly, real-time law amending. With how many war crimes the Cybertronian race has committed in the last several million years, I’m sure it was needed.

Dang, wonder who pissed off Big Brother.

Magnus is more concerned about how it is exactly he isn’t dead right now, and also why his boss looks like a swiss cheese party platter.

Turns out that Tyrest isn’t actually mad at Magnus, just disappointed. He went and read his diary while the operation was happening, and in the 18 months that the Knight Quest has been running, Tyrest has deemed the work done to be unsatisfactory. Instead of arresting criminals, Magnus had been handling infractions so minor, most people wouldn’t have even noticed them. Tyrest doesn’t know where he went wrong.

Well, Tyrest, it was probably the anxiety that manifested itself as OCD, because you picked someone without factoring what the end of the war might do to them. Magnus needs structure to flourish, and if he cannot find it, he will make it himself. I mean, look at all this:

No wonder he was struggling on the chaos engine that is the Lost Light.

Still, Tyrest wants nothing to do with someone who’s cracked under the pressure (lack of pressure?) and the deal was that Magnus only got to be Magnus if he did what Tyrest wanted. Tyrest divests him with the literal push of a button.

Good grief, he’s naked!

As Minimus Ambus mourns over the loss of his stature, both literal and position-wise, we get back to the present, in a double-page spread no less, as Minimus tells everyone about the storied history of the Magnus Armor. Ultra Magnus was originally an actual person, but then he died, and Tyrest was kind of bummed out about that, so he decided to make up a lie (lying, while perhaps morally dubious is not illegal, so he’s allowed to do that) that Magnus faked his death, and then built the armor. There were at least a few wearers of the armor prior to Minimus, some of who were even known by the other crew members. Whenever someone got offed, their hand would spasm and press a recall button in their palm, which would bring the Magnus Armor, and the dead body inside, back to Tyrest.

You can tell he’s still real shaken up about losing the Magnus Armor, because he’s truncating his words. Poor guy.

Minimus asks what exactly happened after he got stabbed, seeing as he was too busy dying to really pay attention to the Overlord plot. Rodimus tells him it’s been handled. Brainstorm jumps in, wanting to know about the other things on Minimus’ resume, which leads into Minimus revealing the fact that he is a Point One Percenter, and something known as a Load Bearer. Load Bearers circumvent that niggling little issue that we saw presented in the “Shadowplay” arc, where spark strain due to not being able to handle a different frame type would outright kill you. Minimus doesn’t have that problem.

Tailgate wants to know how exactly it is that Minimus isn’t dead, seeing as he was clearly on his way out prior to his grand theft auto. Tailgate may have a personal interest in that sort of information, what with still being terminal and all.

Everyone’s real handsy this issue.

Minimus lets Tailgate know that Tyrest’s medical equipment is off the hook, and we get a reminder that Tailgate’s got basically a day left to live. Harsh, Roberts.

Back in Minimus’ flashback, Tyrest sort-of apologizes for punching him in the face, and laments on the loss of one of his greatest Enforcers of the Tyrest Accord.

Oh, so you DID know that this was a possibility, and instead of ordering your subordinate to go make that follow-up appointment with the only therapist on Cybertron- which, while being borderline sectioning, would have at least kept Minimus from sending emails to Rodimus about how he was spiraling- you just let it happen. The Vector Sigma pulse wave went all over the galaxy, there’s zero possibility you didn’t hear about the end of the war before Magnus loaded up on the Lost Light and didn’t call for a year and a half.

Anyway, so Tyrest’s got a new Enforcer lined up, seeing as he’s going to retire the Magnus Armor after all the shenanigans Minimus got dragged through while wearing it. Let’s see what we’re working with.

I thought we were supposed to have separation of church and state, what the hell?

In the present, Rodimus has questions, mainly about why there are so many people in this prison cell. Minimus admits that he asked to be put in here, to try and prove Rodimus and friends’ innocence on the charge of harboring a criminal, by recording their conversation and proving that they had no idea what SKIDS deal was.

Yep, Skids did a bad, and Tyrest wants him in jail.

Minimus also drops the bomb that everyone else in this cell is going to get he death penalty for that whole “crimes against creation” thing. I mean, all Tyrest has to do is wait for a little while and Tailgate will be dealt with, no sweat.

Minimus pulls a device out of his hip compartment, uses it to disrupt the electro-bars of the cell (it’s cool, he was an undercover cop for this whole thing and can therefore break out of prison without it being a crime), and goes to have a chat with his boss about all the weird new stuff he’s shoved into the Autobot Code in the last year and a half. Rodimus doesn’t really want him to leave, but there’s no time for that, because the cell just got a little more full.

Uh oh, Swerve’s badge has gone missing again. Rung, why don’t you slap yours on his crotch, that way Minimus won’t try to murder him when he gets back?

While this is happening, Whirl and Cyclonus are standing on the rim of a smelting pool, absolutely not having a dick measuring contest.

Luna 1 said Bi Rights.

There’s a structure built over the pool that looks an awful lot like living quarters, but is probably actually a prison that violates the Geneva convention. Whirl suggests they find some weapons and go hog-wild, but Cyclonus is more concerned about finding something. When Whirl asks what in the hell he could possibly be looking for in this sort of crisis, Cyclonus turns into a moody teenager.

Well, at least he’s respecting Tailgate’s wish to keep his looming demise under wraps. Not that Cyclonus tells anyone anything anyway.

Over in the Luna 1 medibay, Ratchet is being subjected to having his very fucking soul threatened with a paring knife. Pharma’s having what probably an inappropriate amount of fun, especially since he’s realized that Ratchet took his goddamn hands after the shitshow that was Delphi.

It turns out that every single piece of tech that Ultra Magnus ever repossessed is floating around on Luna 1, even the stuff that really ought to have been destroyed. This is why they were able to save Magnus from certain death at the start of the issue. Somehow I’m not surprised that Tyrest kept all those toys for himself. Corruption of an authority figure? In my Cybertronian Justice System? It’s more likely than you think.

Some of the little art quirks in MTMTE are added in by Milne- see Brainstorm holding any handgun ever if you’d like an example- but I know for a FACT that Pharma humping Ratchet’s headless body was specified by Roberts.

Ratchet, unimpressed and likely mildly queasy by the display going on before him, proposes that Pharma’s afraid of failure, which is why he hasn’t taken his hands back. Pharma disagrees, and a wager is set to see who the better doctor is- winner gets to keep the hands.

Over with the fly boys, alarms are going off in a deserted building, as Whirl struggles to open a door with his claws. Cyclonus takes over on door duty, and asks why Whirl hasn’t gotten his shit fixed yet.

Whirl’s worried that if he gets help for his trauma, he’s going to lose a huge part of himself as a person, and then where will he be? Of course, he says it in a much more Whirly fashion, full of vitriolic self-blame, but reading between the lines is fun. Whirl fires the “let’s get into each other’s personal issues even though both of us hate talking about ourselves and also each other” missile right back at Cyclonus. He wants to know about Cyclonus’ facial situation.

Cyclonus doesn’t like this question.

Then he gets stabbed with a sword.

Back with the docs, it’s apparently much later, as Ratchet’s just woken up from surgery and has a body again. He gets up from the operating table and finds that Pharma’s gone ahead with setting up their gentleman’s wager.

First Aid seems less than pleased with the current situation. Ambulon’s arms are long as hell in this panel, and he doesn’t seem entirely present in the moment. Maybe he’s practicing Rungian Re-Experience Therapy.

Pharma wants to cut both of the boys in half to see who can put the pieces together back the fastest. Ratchet tries to deescalate the situation, because he’s usually pretty good at it, but Pharma’s set on using his chainsaw attachment on someone today.

Ratchet attempts to console his coworkers, saying that their Springer-on-Pova treatment be over soon, and they’ll get a nice lollipop at the end for being such brave little robots.

Then Pharma cuts Ambulon in half, in a way that Ratchet hadn’t accounted for.

We’re gonna need a little more than some bandaids and a kiss to make it feel better for this one. It’s amazing what censorship laws will let you get away with when the blood isn’t red.

Speaking of blood, Cyclonus is more or less okay with being stabbed, because Whirl did him a solid and chopped his assailant in half- lengthways- with a super sweet sword he found in the armory they just opened up. Cyclonus pulls the blade out of his midriff and we finally find out what happened to the Circle of Light.

Back in the prison cell, Perceptor’s been given the job of doctor, even though Rung, Swerve, and Chromedome are all here and at least somewhat closer to being general practice doctors than our science sniper.

Seems like Swerve filled everyone in on the situation on the Lost Light off-panel, which is good, because they’ve been in the dark up to this point.

Chromedome hypothesizes that the reason Skids is a wanted man has to do with that mysterious gun he was holding when he fell out of the sky all the way back in issue #2. This is the point where Skids wakes up from his stabbing and admits that this is probably what happened, even though he still has no recollection of ever stealing the gun or even it existing up until he entered the story, but he apologizes for the trouble anyway.

Shh.  Someone’s coming down the corridor. It’s Star Saber, and he’s brought yet another prisoner to stuff in this cell.

And there’s something else. Can you hear it?

Is… is that music?

Are those the beginning synth riffs of “Tainted Love" by Soft Cell?

Over with Minimus, we’re treated to a taste of Tyrest’s personal brand of disinterest, then get a quick run-down of the birds and the bees. The forging process is a little more convoluted than originally implied, needing Primus to send out a pulse wave through Vector Sigma in order for the Hot Spots to be ignited.

Then the pulse waves started to slow down, Nova Prime had a little freak out, and cold construction was invented to prevent the Cybertronian race from becoming an endangered species.

Minimus of course knows all of this, because he, like basically half of the cast of MTMTE, is old as shit. What he DOESN’T know is that cold construction isn’t managed the way that anyone thought that it was, because there was a government coverup going on about the whole thing. You don’t splice sparks to make a new one, you use the Matrix to create new life.

I know, it’s crazy.

Tyrest was on the team that fiddled around with the Matrix until it started spitting out robot zygotes, and he’s now convinced that they bled the Matrix dry. Nobody tell him what happened to the thing after the war ended.

Wait. If the pulse waves have stopped, and the Matrix is busted beyond repair, doesn’t that mean they can’t make any more Transformers? Once they finish up on their stockpile of sparks, that’s it. No more. The Transformers are a protected species now, we’ve got to treat them like giant pandas.

One of his team members stole the Matrix and hid it in the black market, so its strange, mystical baby powers could never be used again. Except someone obviously found it later on, because we have half of it on the Lost Light. Minimus isn’t sure why any of this is actually relevant to the current situation, or why Tyrest feels guilty about pulling a Eugenesis Fulcrum and finding out where babies come from.

Tyrest is convinced that by draining the Matrix, his team somehow corrupted it, and all the sparks made by this corrupted Matrix are straying further and further from Primus. This is why Rodimus and friends have been charged with crimes against creation- some of their party were created in a way that predisposes them to crime. Or so Tyrest thinks.

I thought we were supposed to have separation of church and state, what the hell? This is still the same guy who was appointed as Chief Justice by the space pope because of his levelheadedness, right?

Yes, actually, but this sudden flip in priorities and personality has been induced by the guilt he felt during the Aequitas trials. Tyrest turned to self harm to deal with the weight of it all, and one day tried to go for what in most species would have been a suicide, by drilling with his drill fingers into the spot between his eyes. Instead, he most likely gave himself a lobotomy and became a religious zealot, fully believing that the gods are real, and he can go visit them by using his super-cool space portal.

Outside the moon base, Whirl and Cyclonus have freed the Circle of Light, and everyone’s ready to kick some ass. Both the fly boys have found themselves a Great Sword to play with, further cementing Cyclonus as our replacement Drift. Rodimus will be so thrilled.

Dai Atlas, the leader of the Circle of Light, tells our boys that there used to be a lot more of his group, but a lot of folks ended up being used to build Legislators.

Hm. I’m sure that’ll never be brought up again, and won’t paint future events in a much darker light. Nope. Absolutely not.

Cyclonus thinks that they need to get a move on, because if that sort of horrific shit can happen to the Circle of Light, it can also happen to Tailgate and the others. He does specifically name Tailgate in his dialogue, but it’s not like he actually cares about the guy, right? Feelings are for nerds.

Then the Legislators show up and it’s party time.

Wonder how that’s going to work out for you, Whirl.

Back with Tyrest, it’s revealed that Tyrest’s plan has a small snag- only people completely absolved of their guilt can go to Cyberutopia to hang out with Primus and the gang, and Tyrest is feeling awful guilty. Not about his weird space-eugenics thing, but about inventing cold construction. Now, how in the world is he going to handle this?

By committing a genocide.

Minimus is, understandably, not a fan of this plan. Tyrest had anticipated that the Universal Killswitch wouldn’t be universally appreciated, and has some of the new law come into play.

And that’s a series wrap on Minimus Ambus! Let’s give him a hand, folks!

[writeyouin]

Hey there, wanted to know if I could get  some scenarios of how ratchet, ravage, swerve, and cygate would handle if their human s/o  found an abandoned baby and was instantly overcome with motherly instincts. Mama bear mode activated

Transformers MTMTE-LL Reader Insert Drabbles - Baby

A/N – All baby girls in the fic today cos I’m biased.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Ratchet

Ratchet stared at you and the small child swaddled in your arms. He had felt bad when he had to work again instead of joining you on the visit to the space port. Now, he regretted not going, because he would have handed the child over to the authorities instead of bringing it aboard like it was his own sparkling.

“(Y/N), please tell me that you aren’t planning to keep this child. What about the original owners?”

“The parents,” You emphasized the word as if it burned your tongue, “abandoned this baby in an alley, with a note, claiming anyone could take her. I mean, who does that? So now, I’m going to be her parent, aren’t I Evie?” You addressed the child. “Yes, I am and I won’t ever abandon you, will I?”

Ratchet glared at you, trying to keep his voice low when he spoke so as not to scare the child. “(Y/N), we cannot keep her. You have to take her back. This is no place for a baby.”

“And why not? She’s not going to cause any trouble here Ratchet, and she needs a family.”

“Of course she needs a family, but it’s not going to be us.”

“Don’t you want to start a family with me?”

“No,” Ratchet hissed. “(Y/N), you are my Conjunx and you had better understand me here. This is not our child. She will never be our child. This was somebody else’s and we will take her back.”

“Ratchet, if you think that I am ever leaving this baby-”

“THIS WON’T MAKE UP FOR THE ONE WE LOST!”

At that point the baby in your arms started crying and you turned all your attention to calming her, “Shh, shh, oh, it’s okay Evie. Your daddy is just working through some issues, he didn’t mean to shout. There, there.”

“I am not her father.”

“Ratchet,” Your stare bore into him, “We are married and this is my child now. You either get on board with this or we are going to have a serious discussion about our future. Now, I would storm out, but Evie needs a health check, so once you’ve given her the all clear, then I will leave.”

No more was said over the matter. Ratchet still didn’t want the child and clearly, he would have to convince you that keeping her was the worst idea for the two of you. The last baby, an accidental clone of you from one of the younger scientists, had been another surprise that Ratchet hadn’t wanted. He hadn’t said so at the time as he could see how you would feel responsible for that one; all the same, while he had never wanted to be a father, he also never wanted the child to die in that unspeakable accident. The Lost Light was no place for a child, and Ratchet hoped he could make you see that before you got hurt again.

After Ratchet had given the baby a thorough medical check, finding that she was perfectly healthy, he started up the argument with you again. It didn’t matter what he said, you simply weren’t listening.

Finally, after a full-on shouting match in which Ratchet regretted most of what he said, he roared at you to get out. It seemed that he would be in no mood to go back to your shared hab-suite for a while, at least until you came to your senses.

While Ratchet expected you to give in, and realise he was right, you waited for him to do the same. Days turned into weeks and Ratchet still hadn’t returned to the hab-suite, nor you to the medical bay.

Although Ratchet didn’t venture out from the med-bay, he heard stories from the bots that came in about how Evie had become something of a ship-mascot and treasure. Every-time she so much as waved her arms or gurgled a spit bubble, Rodimus added another cuddly Rodimus star to her collection.

Even knowing of the rift between the two of you, most bots tried to bring Ratchet around to their way of thinking by pretending they didn’t know about the fight and saying, “You must be one proud bot, having a sparkling so great,” upon finishing their medical evaluations.

Finally, Ratchet couldn’t take it anymore. His spark ached from yearning and sadness and yet he felt in his mind he was right, and no matter what, he would not be a parent. He stomped his way through the ship to the hab-suite he hadn’t seen since the fight. Ready to argue his point further, he stepped inside, instantly deflating at the sight that met him.

You were asleep on the berth, with Evie sleeping atop your chest; the two of you clearly exhausted from the day’s activities. Ratchet sat down in a nearby chair, watching the two of you. He had no idea how much a baby could grow in a month, and yet here it was in front of him.

Staying there for a while, seeing how peaceful the two of you were, Ratchet sighed.

‘Primus,’ He thought, ‘I’m not a praying mech, but… I hope I’m a better creator than my mine was. I’ll need to be here for this child… For Evie.’

Indeed, he hadn’t ever wanted to be a parent, but if Ratchet could be better than those who raised him, then maybe everything would be alright.

Ravage

Ravage sniffed the tiny fledgling in the basket in which you had found it and brought it aboard.

“What is it?” He asked, his tail lashing in frustration as the creature reached out its tiny fists to touch him.

“She is a human, like me,” You answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Ravage didn’t like that tone, nor did he like your infatuation with the small human; you hadn’t taken your eyes off it since bringing it aboard.

“Is it deformed?”

That earned him a glare from you, “No.”

He glanced at you then back to her, realisation finally drawing on him, “Oh, so it’s a Minibot then. Smaller and weaker… What happened to its vocaliser? Why doesn’t it say something?”

You supressed a smile at Ravage’s unwitting ignorance, “Ravage, this isn’t a Minibot. This is a baby, you know, like a sparkling?”

“This is how you start off? No wonder you need me to protect you all the time.”

“Keep talking like that, see where it gets you in this relationship.”

Ravage hissed, making the baby cry with the sound.

“Ravage, you can’t make noises like that around the baby, you’re scaring her.”

Ravage glared at you as you picked the tiny human up, swaddling her in a blanket and soothing her. He hated not being the centre of attention where you were concerned.

“Fine,” He spat, keeping the growl out of his voice, “Tell me everything about your new toy so I won’t accidentally break it.”

It had taken some time for Ravage to understand everything to do with the human sparkling but he finally felt that he could take care of it, if he so wished.

While you were occupied, Ravage strutted into your room carrying a sandwich in his mouth. The baby was lying on its back in the playpen you had commissioned from one of the other bots obsessed with the fleshling. You had named her Danica after the first female NASCAR driver, but Ravage much preferred to call the creature ‘Spawn of Unicron.’

Perching on the playpen rail, Ravage dropped the sandwich onto the baby’s chest.

“Eat, you little retch,” Ravage growled. “I said eat. Then you will grow and (Y/N) will be all mine again.”

The baby giggled and waved her arms.

“You milky little let-down. My hunting skill was perfect. I stole that sandwich from (Y/N) herself. Now eat it.”

Danica gurgled, sticking her fist in her mouth.

“Well,” Ravage sneered, “At least you can clean yourself without help… Wait, what is that? Is that drool? Disgusting. Ugh fine, watch me.”

Ravage started cleaning himself gracefully, watching to see if the baby would do the same. When it did not, he simply rolled his eyes; clearly the child couldn’t do anything for itself.

“You’re not really a threat, are you. Fine (Y/N) can love you and I suppose I will do my part in protecting you. Do we have an agreement, spawn of Unicron?”

Danica started blowing spit-bubbles, entertaining herself in her own manner. Ravage merely scoffed and laid down outside the playpen; until the child learned to stop drooling, there was no way he would get any closer to her.

Swerve

“Let’s keep her,” You said, upon finding the abandoned child in the alley.

“What?” Swerve sputtered, gobsmacked by your suggestion.

“Why not?” You asked, picking the child up and checking her temperature. “We were talking about trying soon, so… Well, we can’t leave her here, and this planet doesn’t have a whole lot of humans and, Swerve, I just-” You looked at him for the first time since finding the baby, “I can’t leave her.”

“Will she- I mean- What should we call her? How long will it take her to walk? Do you think we should make Skids the Godfather? Primus, who will be Godmother? What items does she need? Don’t tell the others that, only me. I’m her dad now so I want to make the furniture? Scrap, where do we get baby formula? Argh, I just swore in front of our child.”

From that very rant, you knew Swerve was going to be a great father.

“Okay… Can you think of anything else we need to babyproof?” Swerve asked, looking at the new layout of the hab-suite.

“Nope, we crushed it,” You answered happily.

“You hear that, Nova? This is your new home.” Swerve picked up the baby from the sock drawer you were keeping her in until the cot was ready. Upon being disturbed Nova started crying. “Oh no, don’t cry. I’m sorry. (Y/N), what do I do?”

“It’s okay Swerve, just keep calm and rock her gently. She’s probably just over-tired.”

“(Y/N), please take her. I need to see how this works.”

Swerve handed you the baby, watching closely to learn how to handle her.

“Alright, so this is how you calm her,” You said, using the techniques you had picked up on Earth whenever a family member or friend asked you to babysit. Eventually, Nova stopped crying and you smiled, “See, it’s just a matter of practice.”

“Oh… Okay. Yeah, I can do this. Hey, will she be needing her crib now?”

“Yeah, as soon as we can get that and the other stuff, we’ll be all set.”

“Great, then I’ll be just a few minutes. I built them earlier, so it’s just a matter of collection.”

Swerve hurriedly left and you smiled to yourself, “See that, Nova? Your daddy is having a freak out. Come on, we’ll start walking to the labs. By the time we get there on our tiny legs, he should have calmed down.”

Swerve vented air through his system, trying to cool down. He wondered how he could be a good parent if he didn’t even know how to calm his new child down. Primus, he would be terrible at this. How long would it be before you realised that he was no good for you and Nova before you left him? He bet it wouldn’t be long at all. After all, humans were so different than Cybertronians; he couldn’t possibly be any good for a human baby.

Swerve slumped against the lab walls, looking at all he had built for the child. All the designs had come from the Earth’s internet, but he had painted them with things from both your planet and his. Looking at his work, Swerve thought of all the pros and cons of him being the child’s adoptive parent; that imaginary list held a lot of cons.

Eventually, the door swished open and Swerve busied himself, pretending to check over the items.

“Hey sweetie,” You greeted upon entering the room. “How are you doing?”

“Me?” Swerve laughed anxiously, “I’m doing great. Life couldn’t be better. I’m just late back because I was looking at this crib and I was wondering, does it look rickety to you, because to me it looks rickety, so what do you think?”

“I think you’re freaking out.”

Swerve stared at you, ashamed that you had seen right through him. “I’m sorry. I just- I love Nova and I want to be a good parent, but what if I’m not? What if I screw up and she grows up to hate me? I’ve never been a parent and I’m scared. There’s so much that could go wrong.”

“Swerve, it’ okay to be scared. I’m scared too. This is hardly a normal place to raise a child. Anything could happen, but as long as we have each other, I know we’ll do great. All we can do is love Nova and show her that every day. If we do that, we’ll do great. So, do you want to come back to the suite and help set up the nursery?”

Swerve pulled you into a hug, being careful not to disturb Nova. “Let’s take our baby home,” He whispered.

You kissed his cheek, “That’s my Conjunx.”

Cygate

“So, what do you think?” You asked Tailgate and Cyclonus, having explained to them how you had come by a human baby. There was only one acceptable answer from the pair, but you hoped they wouldn’t make you choose between them and your new daughter.

Tailgate’s frame started shaking with excitement, and Cyclonus had to hold him back before he tackled you and the child in a hug.

“Careful,” Cyclonus warned. “The baby is more delicate than even (Y/N).”

Tailgate tried to take the warning into consideration, remembering when you had agreed to a polyamorous relationship with him and Cyclonus; he had hugged you so hard that it broke your arm and three ribs. Although he always tried to be more careful now, he still found it hard to restrain himself sometimes.

“WHAT DO WE THINK?” Tailgate exclaimed. “THIS IS AMAZING. YOU HAVE A SPARKLING- NO, WE HAVE A SPARKLING. Oh, boy, oh boy, oh boy. I can’t wait to teach her to play catch. And we can watch shows together and read to her, and Cyclonus can teach her to sing. WE ARE GONNA BE THE BEST CREATORS IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE UNIVERSE.”

You had to laugh at Tailgate’s enthusiasm, but you didn’t let it escape your attention that Cyclonus had yet to say how he felt.

“We can keep her, right Cyclonus?” Tailgate asked what you had been too afraid to.

Cyclonus looked at you and Tailgate. You were the only two people he had ever loved in all of his long life, and it had taken a long time for him to open his spark to you and let himself be vulnerable. Did he really have room in his spark for a third person? It seemed that you and Tailgate were full of nothing but love, but Cyclonus knew he wasn’t like that, and knowing so scared him.

He looked at the sleeping child nestled in your arms. She was so tiny. Delicate features graced her face, and such a young being could only be innocent and pure. Cyclonus was neither innocent or pure. He had a dark past which he would always be haunted by. While it was true that you and Tailgate had helped to heal his inner scars, he knew they could so easily be reopened if he wasn’t careful.

Did such a precious child really deserve such a bad role model? Cyclonus wasn’t sure of the answer to that. Perhaps he would be a terrible creator and only serve to dampen the baby’s future, but maybe, just maybe, he could heal even further with her to care for.

Swallowing his fear, Cyclonus looked at you and Tailgate, and with some effort he said, “She needs a name.”

Tailgate punched the air, crushing Cyclonus in a hug afterwards, “YESSS. WHAT ABOUT AUTOCLAVE, OR CAMBER, OOH CHICANE- NO, RUMBLESTRIP.”

“How about a name from Earth?” Cyclonus suggested, looking to you for an answer.

You considered the question for a moment, knowing full well that Cyclonus didn’t want a Cybertronian name that might remind him of his past. “Okay, what about… Penelope?”

“Penelope…” Tailgate sounded out the word in his vocaliser.

“Yeah, she’s blonde like Penelope Pitstop and one day, she’ll be one hell of a driver.”

“I don’t know who this Pitstop person is, but I like the sound of Penelope. What do you think Cyclonus?”

Cyclonus gave a small smile, “I think she’s perfect.”

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[silentsoundwaves]

To like, broaden my statement that Getaway is a culmination of other people's mistakes. It's been a hot minute since I've read MTMTE, but like, all of Getaway's Big Things come from the mistakes of other people, from the lack of training MTOs to Prowl sending him to Tyrest to Tyrest himself.

He's traumatized bc he's a MTO and MTOs get fucked over. And then he's put in a position with Tyrest, who is a dude who literally hates his existence. And like? From what I remember there was no specific clear-cut timeline for how long Getaway was with him. And, like, let's be real? Who doesn't want to kill Megatron.

Anyway, I'm hedging to bet that a dude in Getaway's position never learned the benefits of not lying and running and escaping bc those are the things that kept him safe, especially paired with Prowl's apathy and pragmatism.

So, like his manipulation of Tailgate wasn't epic but like, it was probably the best decision he thought to make. And the nudge gun is equally paired with running away- bc it is. Making people forget is escaping, in a form.

And then you've got the whole locked up on the Lost Light thing where he can't speak or move or anything. And like? Bro, a lot of people would probably be pissed at that. And the isolation likely didn't help his mental health.

So like, Getaway definitely isn't forgivable in MTMTE but he did get the short end of the stick on multiple occasions and got royally fucked over while having an already established mental health issue.

He's literally a culmination of other people's shortcomings in that most of the things that happened to and compounded on him weren't directly caused by him.

[ibex-ascendant]

I finally read Spotlight: Megatron, and, far from making his MtMtE development seem too abrupt, it sealed the deal on its believability for me.

What we come to understand from this little interlude is that Megatron has literally no close or healthy relationships. We know why, due to later revelations in MtMtE: his loss of Terminus taught him ‘not to get attached’. He even resents Soundwave, who is his most genuinely loyal lieutenant. The closest thing he has to a ‘normal’ relationship with anyone is Starscream, and it’s an abusive one. In which Megatron is the unequivocal abuser and holds all the power. (Here is some excellent meta on Megatron’s relationship with Starscream, with which I agree completely.)

And the thing is, Megatron’s not a psychopath. (That is, a person with shallow emotions who is literally incapable of forming meaningful bonds or feeling any kind of shame/remorse.) Not like Overlord is. Not like Shockwave became after being subjected to Shadowplay. Megatron has certainly acquired a taste for sadism over the course of the war, but he didn’t start in that place. He genuinely cared for others at one point in his life. (In a way that didn’t cause him to resent the objects of his affection, like he does with Starscream.) Indeed, he’s chosen to isolate himself precisely because he doesn’t want to deal with the pain of loss again. And it’s made him completely miserable. For all his pretty rhetoric, his war is ultimately a temper tantrum. A ‘riot’, as Starscream says in MtMtE. And Megatron has convinced himself that happiness waits for him on the other side. 

But once victory is in his grasp, he finally begins to understand that he’s been lying to himself. Because he doesn’t know how to be happy. His clumsy, last-ditch efforts to reignite the war in Robots in Disguise show just how right Starscream was in All Hail Megatron: Megatron has no clue what to do once the war is over. What he described to Optimus in Chaos Theory is one big empty platitude. It’s very likely that he’s been subconsciously sabotaging himself for eons, just to keep the war going longer.

This is why I think Megatron’s arc in Dark Cybertron is really just him being tired. The well of hatred that he’s been using to sustain himself for 4 million years has finally run dry. At this point in his life, with his legacy revealed to be a sham, hating somebody like Bumblebee -- and constantly lying to himself -- takes emotional energy that he just doesn’t have anymore. 

This is the state he’s in when he joins the Lost Light: only bothering to put up a token effort to postpone his inevitable execution in order to spite Starscream. And joining the Autobots because he lacks the energy to even attempt to walk an unbeaten path.

Then, while on the Lost Light -- for the first time since his days as a miner -- he has actual relationships again. And, at this point, I think it’s still largely due to sheer exhaustion. Because Megatron is not a psychopath. For him, ‘not getting attached’ takes effort. So, for the first time in his life, Megatron basically falls headfirst into a support network. (I don’t count Terminus, since that relationship was manipulative and toxic in its own right.) And he finds, to his immense shock, that it actually makes him happy.

Which only serves to reinforce his regrets. Because he realizes that he’s wasted 4 million years doing nothing but perpetuating his own misery, while doing everything in his power to spread that misery around. 

Sometimes, it takes a drastic shift in environment to get one to see the toxic and self-destructive patterns in one’s life. Had Megatron not been sent out on the Lost Light, I think there’s a very good chance that he would have returned to his old ways. He couldn’t have possibly realized just how miserable he’d been until he had a point of reference to compare it to. And once he’d found that sense of peace at last, there was no going back for him. Because his motives were never selfless, no matter how much he convinced his followers that they were. If they had been, the Decepticon cause would’ve never devolved so far into sadistic depravity. From the very start, his ‘cause’ was ultimately about his own self-actualization. 

So when he found that actualization on the Lost Light instead, his change of heart was irreversible. 

In short: by showing just how toxic Megatron’s relationships with his inner circle were, Spotlight: Megatron brought into stark relief precisely why the Lost Light had such a profound impact on Megatron as a character.

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Cyberverse Season 2 episode 3 & 4 & 5 watch!

This is going to be a doozy, I can feel it already

Episode 3

YO IT’S WHEELJACK!!! Everyone’s fun weird wild uncle!!

“See, it works great!” *CRASH*

Man it’d be so sweet if Brainstorm was in Cyberverse, he and Wheeljack would get along so well (or they’d absolutely hate each other and they’d be rivals lol. One or the other)

Optimus is so supportive, aww

THE OPENING IS STILL SO GOOD AHHHHH

RATCHET!!! RATCHET!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHH

Bumblebee: Hey I saw a weird cat on the moon

THE AZTEC ASTRONAUTS???? 

A BANANA, TELETRAN PLZ

HOT ROD!!! MY BABY

PROWL!!!!

DEADLOCK!!!!

CYBERVERSE YOU GOTTA STOP HAVING CHARACTERS I LOVE POP UP EVER 3 SECONDS IM GONNA DIE

ARCEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

CYBERVERSE WHAT DID I JUST SAY IM GONNA DIE!!! I DONT CARE IF THEY ONLY GET ONE LINE IM GRINNING SO WIDE MY FACE HURTS

GOSH I LOVE CYBERVERSE

ARCEE AND A GIRAFFE 

SHE TOOK SELFIES WITH ALL SORTS OF ANIMALS SHE’S SO CUTE!!!! I LOVE YOU ARCEE

GRIMLOCK NO DONT DRINK THAT

BUMBLEBEE IS SO CUTE...I love his VA so much, he’s so cute, Bumblebee sounds so sweet

LMAO GET FRICKIN REKT PROWL

Way to scratch up the Ark Grimlock

Bee: Your hyper-fuel is way more hyper than your mega-magnetizer is mega Me, tears streaming down my face: You’re such a dork Bee, I love you so much

OH NO HOT ROD NO

WINDBLADE YES

AW Hot Rod and Windblade are so cute and SUCH dorks, they’re so casual and relaxed about this

LMAO WAY TO GO BEE

OH NO HOT ROD

“See you on the other side!” HOT ROD NO!!!!!!!!

LMAO naughty Dinosaurs get confined to the bubble (and Windblade too)

CHEETAH BOY!!!

I love how Hot Rod does a somersault to transform, he’s SO CUTE 

Hot Rod and Bee are chasing after this cat and my first thought was “Same”

UH OH THERE GOES HOT ROD, OFF ON HIS MAGICAL ADVENTURE

Episode 4

WHAT IS GOING ON HERE

STARSCREAMGATE

“Who’s storescream?” GUYS PLS

Oh yikes one of those names had kind of a bad word in it??? I wonder if the cyberverse crew caught that

Me, pointing to Soundwave in the background like that one Spongebob meme: THERE’S MY SON

LMAO THEY’RE REALLY OUT HERE ACTING LIKE THEY’RE HONORING STARSCREAM, MEGATRON YOU JERK

Megatron, sounding choked-up with fake tears: Starscream was my closest friend Me: *LOUDLY GAGS*

Megatron’s such a frickin loser I LOVE THIS MORON BUT ALSO BOY YOU’RE REALLY OVERDOING THIS

"Wow, Megatron is really good at lying” 1) HE’S REALLY NOT... 2) YOU’RE LITERALLY NAMED THE DECEPTICONS WHY IS THIS A SURPRISE

“Fail me, and I WILL destroy you” Good ‘ol Megs

Megatron: I need someone to replace Starscream at my side Soundwave: *literally Right There, ready to please, loyal to a fault* Megatron: *walks right by him*

OHOHOHO DANG THAT CONVO MEGATRON HAD WITH SLIPSTREAM WAS SO SO GOOD, I LOVE ME A SCARY MEGATRON!!!!! “See that you don’t waste it” GOOD STUFF

Oh man that little scene where Megatron sits down in his throne and the photo of Starscream automatically gets pulled up and Megatron turns away and dismisses the image is So Good for a variety of reasons, I love the little expressions and emotions the Cyberverse crew puts into scenes where the characters have no dialogue

WHY! ARE! YOU! SO! PRECIOUS!

“Your dramatics are useless, Soundwave!” LEAVE MY BOY ALONE SHOCKWAVE!!!

Wint your boy is bullying mine!!

Gosh I frickin love seeing Shockwave and Soundwave interact THANK YOU FOR THIS CONTENT CYBERVERSE STAFF

Soundwave: I will be the one to bring back Optimus Prime’s head! And then Megatron will finally notice me and love me! Shockwave: For the last time, please stop telling me about your relationship problems

Soundwave: I will be the one to bring back Optimus Prime’s head Shockwave: A highly unlikely conclusion, given your flair for inefficiency Me: IM GOING TO SHOVE SHOCKWAVE INTO A LOCKER, HOW DARE YOU—

Soundwave my sweet boy please kick his butt

I love you Shadow Striker

Shockwave: Sabotage Soundwave’s shuttle Soundwave: BLOW UP HIS FRICKIN LAB

LMAO GOOD LUCK SLIPSTREAM

HOT ROD!!! MY SWEET BOY YOU’RE IN A BAD SPOT

“Oh hey, I’m chasing the moon cheetah, have you seen it?” YOU SWEET BOY!!!!

“Hey this isn’t fair! There’s only two of you!” HOT ROD PLEASE

GOSH when Bludgeon showed up for half a frickin second I was worried they were using Bayverse design for Drift, BUT THEN I REMEMBERED WE ALREADY HAVE DEADLOCK WITH A GOOD NON-BAYVERSE DESIGN AND I’VE NEVER IN MY LIFE BEEN MORE RELIEVED

Man what a good show

THUNDERCRACKER YOU’RE ADORABLE

Hot Rod: Yeah, not everyone may think I’m a genius, but I make up for it with my good looks Me: You sure do buddy

THEY’RE SO CUTE WHEN THEY POUT

*FLASHBACKS TO MTMTE RODIMUS AND MEGATRON BICKERING*

Megatron: HAIL THE ARK! I need to tell Optimus I’ve kidnapped his son

Megatron: It would appear you’re missing an Autobot Hot Rod: Hey Optimus! :D Optimus: *fatherly sigh of disapproval* B/

noOOO THIS IS JUST LIKE THE MOVIE, STOP WITH THE PARALLELS CYBERVERSE YOU’RE STRESSING ME OUT

OMG HOT ROD YOU LITTLE SNOT, I LOVE YOU

Slipstream: THUNDERCRACKER! What’s going on? Thundercracker, mentally: Quick! Play dumb! Thundercracker: Who’s Thundercracker? Thundercracker, mentally: NOT THAT DUMB

Oh shoot are they rebuilding a new body for Starscream or something

Once again, I’d like to state that the explosions in this show are REALLY pretty

THE CHEETAH 

Megatron: BRING ME THE KITTY

OH SHOOT Episode 5 is up already?? GUESS I’LL WATCH THAT TOO

Ohh so they’re saying the Allspark caused the ground bridges? Interesting!

I wonder what would happen if someone walked into a groundbridge the same time as someone else walked out.

Uh oh they’re going to run into some problems, they both know where the All Spark is now

UH OH it only took Optimus and Megatron??? HERE WE GO This’ll be fun

I love that the All Spark looks like a giant dnd die with the Triforce on it

YESSSS I LOVE THESE MEGATRON / OPTIMUS PRIME FIGHT SCENES

OH SNAP KITTY CAT KNOCKED OVER OPTIMUS

Oh no they’re going to have to go through trials HOOO BOY THIS IS GOING TO BE FUN

Shockwave: Utilize your seekers Slipstream: Uhhhhhhh right I’ll do that yup I totally know where they are

LMAO Cheetor’s about to do some couples therapy on Megatron and Optimus’ relationship

Cheetor: Before you met Optimus Prime, he was a file clerk. What files was he in charge of?  OH SHOOT HE REALLY IS GOING TO PUT THEM THROUGH COUPLES THERAPY, I WAS KIDDING

real talk though, what files WAS Optimus in charge of, now I’m curious

MEGATRON LOOKS SO CONFUSED AND SLIGHTLY OFFENDED, IM CRYIN

IM FRICKIN SCREAMING THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING

Cheetor: Before you met Megatron, he was a celebrated gladiator. In his most famous victory, who did he defeat? Optimus: Oh shoot am I a bad husband???

This screencap is killing me, HE’S LIKE “I REALLY DON’T KNOW” and comparing it to the cap above makes it even funnier, they’re both like “Who the hell is this guy and why is he psychoanalyzing our relationship”

Megatron: How could you not know this??? FRICKIN HELL THIS IS COUPLES THERAPY, OPTIMUS IS ABOUT TO BE LIKE “WELL AT LEAST I DIDN’T FORGET OUR ANNIVERSARY”

Cheetor: What have you learned about leadership from Optimus Prime?” Me, dragging my hands down my face, torn between utter delight and second-hand embarrassment: This is the best episode ever, thank you Cyberverse

MAN for half a second I seriously thought Cheetor dragged Starscream’s body out in alt mode, I WAS ABOUT TO SAY “THAT SEEMS PRETTY DARK”

Oh boy they’re about to get their mandatory “we need a new toy for these guys” armor upgrade, hoo boy

Cyberverse: *Does a close-up of Optimus’ face* Me: I want to kiss the robot

CHEETOR PAY ATTENTION FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE

STARSCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh thank Goodness, thank you for taking their hideous new armor off Starscream

Optimus: I should’ve expected this from you Megatron. How could you bring your new boyfriend to our couples therapy session??? You know how important this was supposed to be!

Lmao Megatron you’re such a hot mess

YEAH I figured the Seekers were fixing Starscream, that’s sweet

OH IT WAS VECTOR SIGMA THEY WERE CARRYING EARLIER, I DIDNT REALIZE THAT

Optimus: I’ve found us a new ally Bumblebee: YOU BROUGHT US A KITTY!!!! Optimus: Uh

OH THERE’S MORE EPISODES UP??? I GUESS I”LL WATCH MORE but I’m making a new post for them, hold up

[roseymoseyberry]

A Private Moment (one-shot)

Heyo, guess who finished LL 22 and immediately spent the next two days furiously writing?

Because wow. What gays.

Is this going to be tossed in a couple weeks when the next issue comes out? Yes. Is it even feasible for them to get away for even this long a convo in the middle of a big space fight? Nope. Do I care? Naaaaah.

Title: A Private Moment

Series: TFIDW/MTMTE/LL

Ship(s): Megatron/Minimus (in the Ultra Magnus suit)

Rating/warnings: G or maaaaybe T for a couple cusses, conscious switching between calling him Minimus and Ultra Magnus, and a very gay hug

Summary: 

“Very well. What did you want to discuss, Minimus?”

Everything. Everything, but also nothing, because what was the point? What difference would it make? Why had he even said anything and gotten himself in this situation; what was there to even say?

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

“May we speak in private for a moment?”

Ultra Magnus hadn’t been sure where the words had come from – well, certainly, they had come out of his mouth, he knew that, but there were far, far more pressing matters that could and should all be discussed with the rest of the crew. There was urgent danger beyond the walls of this very ship – not the Lost Light as every inch of purple reminded him, but it was otherwise so much the same, identical in every other way, and why would Megatron want this ship, why would he have searched it out in that other universe—

No. He had to focus.

There was a very real danger. They were on the precipice of death.

Again.

Truthfully, it seemed like forever ago that that hadn’t been true. The possibility of imminent death had become nearly like background noise. That very day, Ultra Magnus had thought himself to truly be dead, so death wasn’t new.

And what a twisted life he had found himself living that seeing Megatron’s concerned expression instilled far more fear in his spark than death had.

“Surely it can wait?”

Yes, it could, because there was a planet sized threat, not to mention the fleets of other ships surrounding them, and they had yet to hear back from Rodimus and the others left behind, and—

“Assuming there will be a later.”

Megatron’s expression softened and Ultra Magnus’s spark tightened.

“Clicker, keep me abreast of the situation as it progresses,” Megatron said as he turned to his crew. “Maintain proximity as possible should Rodimus and the rest of his crew need rescue, and let me know the moment they make contact. Understood?”

“Yes, of course, but--”

“A moment is all I ask,” Megatron insisted. There was stammered protest, but Megatron’s optics were on Ultra Magnus again as he turned from the group. “Minimus?”

Ultra Magnus’s denta ground together, but he followed.

There wasn’t far to go, fortunately. It was just one of the supply rooms off the deck, neatly organized with enough space for even a mech of Megatron’s size to easily move down the aisle. It still felt cramped with them both in the room, but that had nothing to do with the available space and everything to do with whom Ultra Magnus shared it. The door shut behind him as he followed Megatron inside and at once it felt suffocating.

“I apologize for the location, but given the circumstance--”

“It’s sufficient,” Ultra Magnus interrupted.

Megatron frowned, but it was so understanding, infuriatingly so.

“Very well. What did you want to discuss, Minimus?”

Everything. Everything, but also nothing, because what was the point? What difference would it make? Why had he even said anything and gotten himself in this situation; what was there to even say?

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

It was more accusation than question, but Megatron didn’t appear upset. If anything he looked confused.

“I don’t think I understand. Do you mean Minimus?”

“Yes.”

Megatron’s expression further twisted with confusion, and when he spoke it was with gentleness that was utterly at odds with the animosity that burned through Ultra Magnus’s lines.

“That’s your name, Minimus.”

“You called me Ultra Magnus first--”

“And I corrected myself.”

Ultra Magnus grimaced, because this was ridiculous, but there was no denying the way his spark ached every time Megatron said his name.

The way Minimus’s spark ached.

“But I’m Ultra Magnus right now.”

“You’re in a suit that was once Ultra Magnus,” Megatron corrected, still so gentle, still keeping the space between them though his body language was open, his servos relaxed and tilted towards Ultra Magnus. “I understand that you are comfortable with either designation, and most of the crew follow suit because it is how they best know you. However, I prefer your true name.”

Ultra Magnus’s servos clenched tight at his sides.

“Why?”

Megatron’s optics searched his face.

“I never knew Ultra Magnus as anything more than an enemy. I couldn’t even tell you when the original Ultra Magnus died and his frame donned as a suit. Ultra Magnus is not the mech I befriended.” Megatron’s pedes shifted and his servo lifted towards Ultra Magnus. There was an emotion in his optics that Ultra Magnus dared not try to decipher. “Ultra Magnus is not the mech I missed.”

Minimus’s spark spasmed with pain and the Ultra Magnus suit’s servos went slack and unresponsive.

The suit was failing him again and Minimus could feel the panic starting to build. He shouldn’t have done this, shouldn’t have tried to confront a mech he knew could trick him, could con him into believing his kind words—

“Minimus?!”

It was only when Megatron stepped forward, intending to catch him as Ultra Magnus’s knees buckled and started to give under him, that rage finally flared again, red hot and betrayed.

“Don’t!” Ultra Magnus growled as the suit’s motor system connected to his neural net again, allowing him to step away quickly. “You don’t—you can’t do that anymore!”

Finally some irritation flickered across Megatron’s face as he snapped, “Do what? Worry about you?”

“Pretend!” Ultra Magnus swung his servo out between them, warding Megatron off. “I won’t fall for your act again!”

“What are you talking about?!”

“You betrayed me--us! You betrayed us!”

All Ultra Magnus wanted was even just the smallest amount of guilt, or realization, or something. An acknowledgement of the pain Megatron had inflicted on him.

Instead, Megatron’s expression twisted up further with annoyance.

“Why do you keep saying that?” Megatron asked. “I went to the transport, but you weren’t there. You abandoned me.”

“Stop lying! We waited as long as we dared, but it became obvious you used the opportunity to get away!”

“No,” Megatron insisted, “that’s not—no.” Megatron scrubbed at his face, his plating fluffing out and then slowly deflating as he forced himself through a full ventilation. A terrible silence filled the space once he had finished and Ultra Magnus’s spark tightened with each suspenseful moment.

Finally, Megatron removed his servo to look Ultra Magnus in the optics. The manic energy was now just a simmer in his optics, stern but calm.

“Will you tell me what happened that day?”

Ultra Magnus’s optics narrowed as he said, “I told you already.”

“No, I know, but – tell me exactly what happened after I asked for a moment to speak with Terminus,” Megatron clarified. His focus was so singular as he looked at Ultra Magnus, pained and determined and longing— “Please, Minimus.”

The suit felt claustrophobic in a way Minimus could never recall feeling before.

“We went to the first transport,” Ultra Magnus explained flatly, as if it might mask the maelstrom of his spark.

Megatron’s optics flickered.

“First?”

“Yes. It wasn’t functional so we had to head to a second location nearby.” Megatron’s optics were dimmed with thought, but he did not speak, so Ultra Magnus continued, “Roller commed to inform you of the new coordinates--”

“Terminus.”

“Well, yes. I was speaking with a generalized plural ‘you’--”

“Terminus never told me about a second location.”

Ultra Magnus’s frame went completely still, his ventilations stalling, his spark skipping a pulse.

Megatron’s face pinched with a pained comprehension.

“I—dammit. Dammit!” The deep lines of Megatron’s face furrowed deeper as he scowled, optics finally looking away as he rubbed at his temple. “I can’t believe he—dammit, Minimus, I promise you that I told him explicitly I was returning with you. I had every intension and desire to do so. I had no idea that Terminus would—I didn’t know--”

At once Ultra Magnus felt his process split in two – split between indignation and disbelief and fear of being hurt again, and—

And hope.

And he had no idea which to believe.

Minimus’s spark wrenched terribly in his chest.

The Ultra Magnus suit buckled again and all that kept it from crumpling to the floor was Megatron’s servos grasping it by the arms.

“Minimus? Minimus, are you alright? Give me a few seconds and I can run a diagnostic.” Megatron was already shifting the suit so he could sling one massive arm over his shoulders.

“How can I trust you?”

It was unfathomably quiet compared to the torrent of emotions rattling through Minimus’s frame, but Megatron seemed to hear it just fine.

“I assure you that I’ve become quite proficient as a med--”

“How can I trust you?” Minimus repeated, louder and losing his grip on the monotone he had hoped to maintain.

Megatron stilled, and Minimus would have given anything to move the suit’s helm so he could see the other’s expression.

“I can’t tell you that. It’s your decision to make, Minimus.”

And just like that, irritation sparked in Minimus’s chest as he snapped, “And how in blazes do you suggest I make that decision when I have no proof?”

Of all things, Megatron ex-vented with a huff that nearly sounded amused. His free servo was on the move again, slipping into his subspace to pull out a scanner.

“While I’m sure you’ll hate this answer, I think you’ll simply have to listen to your spark on that matter.”

“You think I would bother to ask if there was an answer to be found there?” Minimus argued. The scanner came to life and Megatron focused it towards the armor’s chest – a coincidence of topic and the practicality that any connectivity issues between the suit and Minimus’s neural net would likely be located there, and nothing more than a coincidence. Still, Minimus felt exposed.

“If there is not one now, then give it time.”

Perhaps it was undignified, but Minimus could not help snorting derisively, replying, “And I’m supposed to just, what, walk around saying—” It took a second to search for the word before spitting it out, like the curse word it was “--maybe?”

This time it was definitely a small, almost silent chuckle that escaped Megatron.

“Primus forbid,” he rumbled. The scanner pinged then and Megatron didn’t continue speaking right away. Minimus could only assume he was looking at the read out, trying to make sense of the oddity—

“If you cannot say that you trust me, then don’t.”

Minimus’s spark pulsed hard in his chest.

“What?”

“I said--”

“No, wait, just—dammit, would you—my helm, I can’t--”

Another rumbling chuckle vibrated against the Ultra Magnus armor, but truthfully Minimus was more distracted by gentle digits curling under his jaw and around his cheek, lifting and turning his gaze to look at Megatron again.

Megatron wore a small smile, though there was increasing sadness tainting it.

“If you cannot say that you trust me, then don’t. I’m more than willing to put in the effort to build it again.”

All at once, the twisted mess of anger and shame and confusion faded, leaving only something small and warm.

“Why?”

The corner of Megatron’s lips quirked up.

“Because I’m very fond of you, Minimus.”

The suit’s servo twitched at his side.

“And how can I know that you truly mean that.”

The arm wrapped around Minimus’s back tightened almost unperceivably.

“You don’t, I suppose.”

But he did.

Minimus was certain of it, no matter how unbelievable it should have been.

Haltingly, his arm lifted up as his pede shifted, turning him towards Megatron, bringing them far too close with Minimus’s other arm still wrapped around Megatron’s shoulders.

Megatron’s optics brightened, the smile slipping away to something hesitant.

“Minimus?”

Minimus’s servo clenched and unclenched, reaching towards Megatron’s side, just as hesitant.

“If I’m being honest, I’m not sure what I’m doing.”

The servo against Minimus’s cheek twitched and then moved, though not away; it drifted down to the junction between neck and shoulder.

“Neither am I.”

Minimus’s digits found the space between Megatron’s arm and torso, but they stilled before they could touch, hovering over the plating.

“Is this alright?”

Of all things, Megatron looked flustered. His optics were bright and his frame stiff, and Minimus expected to be rejected.

“Yes.”

Minimus’s servo slipped around Megatron’s back to settle against the plating there as he stepped in closer until their chests met, arms wrapped around each other, staring at each other nervously.

And Minimus murmured, “I don’t think we’re doing this right.”

And Megatron chuckled as his helm tipped forward to rest against Minimus’s chest.

“No, I suspect not. Perhaps we just need to give it time.”

“Perhaps,” Minimus agreed. He shifted some, curling forward so his helm could fall forward to rest against Megatron’s shoulder in hopes of hiding the embarrassment starting to heat his face. However, there was an odd comfort in pressing his face against Megatron’s plating, and when Megatron shifted so his arms were more comfortable curled around Minimus’s large frame and Minimus found his face hidden against the juncture of Megatron’s shoulder and neck, he felt—

He felt safe.

Each subtle movement found them relaxing into each other, and the more they relaxed, the tighter their servos and arms held the other, leaning against and into each other.

Minimus’s spark felt as if it had swelled past the constraints of his chest, filling him from the top of his helm to the tips of his pedes, throughout his suits and his own true form. When Megatron’s engines began to rumble like a gentle purr, Minimus would have sworn his spark was on the verge of bursting.

And then Megatron stiffened, his helm snapping up.

“Sorry, it’s—”

“No, it’s—you should get that.”

The servo pressed against Minimus’s nape moved away to answer the call. The one grasping at Minimus’s back held firm.

“Do we need to--”

“Yes, it’s Rodimus, we--”

Their faces were so close as Minimus still held Megatron, each searching the other’s face, nervous and enthralled in equal measure.

“Later,” Megatron said as he stepped back, forcing them to separate. “We will discuss this later.”

Suddenly, death seemed so much more awful.

“But if there isn’t--”

“There will be,” Megatron insisted as he slipped past Minimus towards the door.

“But--”

Megatron’s servo brushed against Minimus’s, leaving behind a warm trail.

“Trust me, Minimus.”

And he did.

[daisyachain]

27, 39, 52 for comic ask game!

Ooh thanks!

27. What comic book trope do you hate the most?

X-Comics: bit of a cheat answer but status quo resets!! The X-Men made a name for themselves by changing the premise and team in the Claremont era with each iteration building off of the events of the previous era to propel them in a new direction! The reason it became popular is because it changed! Which is why it’s so annoying to see every character reset to some imaginary default every few years.

Any piece of interesting or compelling work is overridden in favour of Some Rando trying to do their take on the 2D starting version of the character. Storm is always reset to goddess, Logan is reset to being horny for Jean, Kitty Pryde is reset to being cool nerd girl, Scott is a spoilsport, Rictor is depressed, Rahne is emotionally immature, Boom-Boom be shopping, etc.

Note that these defaults don’t have much to do with how the characters were originally conceived; they exist out of time as archetypical starting points to prevent comic writers from having to read comics. Mostly what they do is cheapen any good plot lines that happen! Revolutionary Scott, team heavy Rictor, butch Tabitha, etc.

IDW1: crossovers. To this day I could not tell you the plot of exRID. Every time there seems to be coherence—bam, crossover. I am so sorry for John Barber that he really put his all into matching JRo’s level of emotional intensity/political nuance only for it to collapse every 12 issues or so into a commercial vortex.

39. Which character do you get the most defensive of?

X-Comics: Rictor. My own son. A C-lister with a long history. A man with a complex relationship to his family and birthplace, who loves home so much that his mind stays in that place but his body rarely returns. A boy dogged by undiagnosed mental illness. An X-Man who never joins the X-Men on purpose, who floats between teams based on where his friends are and leaves the moment it stops working for him. A competent leader and a skilled thinker. Everything you could possibly wan wrapped up in one comics character and the writer T. Howard just makes him a softboy.

IDW1: Chromedome! He didn’t do anything wrong except be an interrogator/brainwash technician for the neolib secret police. Genuinely I think he gets way more flack than he deserves in a series full of sketch characters. He’s a certain kind of amoral where he does have pangs of conscience, but where that conscience gets so wound up and manipulated and overridden by Society, Prowl, Drift, Rodimus during his history that he has no idea when and whether to trust what he feels. The man’s limping along with a terminal addiction and still he’s treated as disposable by our main hero and his own ex. If I have to see another bad take about how CD is the toxic partner in the pairing of him and RW then I’m quitting.

Now that I think about it, they’re both depressive gay men with sly wits and a reluctance to trust in The Good Guys. The main difference is that Rictor has good instincts and leadership, while CD is weak-willed.

52. What’s the most confusing plot point you’ve tried to understand to get to the good stuff?

X-Comics: the entirety of the Claremont Run. The characterization is delish but the transitions between the different teams + the X-Factor miscommunication are difficult to follow. Bonus points for Reignfire in X-Force, Benjamin Russell, and the future plotline behind Shatterstar’s brainwashing in XFI.

IDW1: this is tricky, because a lot of MTMTE relies on subtext. I have had to read a lot into the Getaway arc to figure out why Team Rodimus would have supported Megatron. Skids and Rewind especially were ready to kill him the previous arc. However, Getaway’s only character trait is lying. It’s hard to say whether JRo meant us to take his explanation at face value or whether Team Rodimus was just everyone who might ask questions in the event of a coup. Also, the resurrection of Tailgate. Happy for them but that’s a literal Deus ex Machina.

[writerdragon]

Hi I thought of an actual plot for transformers movies and then wrote it down in bullet points because I loathe Bay and all the wasted potential in his movies.

Keep in mind this is just me putting down words at 1AM so

it's a trilogy now i guess

 1st movie:

- okay so this thing started entirely bc i wanted to make the trailer w humans and imply that they're important

- scene opens to show that all the trailer bits are a show the autobots are watching in-between battles

- fuck earth we're not going there

- i'm making it a mcfucking SPACE OPERA

- and mashing up bits from everywhere and also mtmte

- 1st movie is autobot-focused

- they're still in a heroic light, show them winning a bit

- war's been going on a while and the decepticons look like they're flagging, unlike the autobots of course

- it's a slog

- what's this about a truce? coded message?

- oh hey tyrest is here

- tyrest says the cons are lying

- maybe subplot megs is on the dark energon again

- blah blah trying to fish for info from unknown sender

- megs suddenly disappears/looks like he's gone into hiding

- autobot council meeting

- tyrest is like "true peace can only be achieved if the decepticon threat is removed" or something

- OP still thinks they can come to an agreement

- lots of ppl are for eradication

- what's this? it's jazz!

- with some pretty damning evidence that tyrest has been lying about details of various truces and ceasefires in the past to both sides

- tyrest secretly keeping the war going on bc he hates cons

- had history of being bribed by the senate

- his entire thing was that big truce he managed to get them to agree to and he's terrified of losing his authority and power if the war ends and that he'll be "reduced" to judging petty crimes

- figure more out later

- idk i just want this one to be all heroic autobots and then showing how they still started from senate enforcers, and that they've also got their fair share of horrifying shit

- at the end after wrap up have the coded message send a signal frequency

- some autobot high commmand members in a room as they tune in

- surprise it's soundwave

- short speech about how they've been going at it for way too long, their population is near extinction, the whole point where it all started has been mostly forgotten/overshadowed by all the death

 "We: are tired."

"And what does Megatron have to say about all this?"

"...Megatron: temporarily deposed."

 2nd movie

- SUP BINCH DECEPTICON TIME bc they don't get enough love

- 1st movie covered the present war, now we go back in time and get all the juicy cybertron history, leadup to and outbreak of all the shit

- kaon slums w soundwave bc he's my favourite

- gets nabbed by the senate bc of telepathy

- all that delicious political drama

- all the shitty capitalistic bs the senate does

- meets megatron

- soundwave just wants to keep his family together

- soundwave would do anything for that

- include help to incite a rebellion and execute the senate

- the plan is going well (fuck canon they didn't touch six lasers, what even is the POINT, that's just giving the senate more ammo in their propaganda campaign against the cons)

- also gimme that good good soundwave and starscream friendship I want them to be the saltiest mutual bitching coworker friends

- also soundwave and orion and ratchet being friends at this point would be cool too

- also see jazz at the club he gets dragged to bc I’M NOT FORGETTING THE PARTY AMBULANCE THING and they lowkey nerd out about music stuff

- it’s going well

- uh oh soundwave saw/overheard some info he shouldn't have

- welp having a pet telepath was nice but yknow they really don't want this security risk

- THE INSTITUTE FOR YOU

- fuck the institute btw

- also meet shockwave

- hi shockwave

- he's been stuck here for a while, doing their science and trying to mess it up/delay it as much as possible

- he's so, so angry, angry past the point of rage and going straight on to cold

- he's almost on autopilot at this point except for fucking w shit as much as possible

- oh look there's an important con in here

- ...an important con who knows COMMS STUFF

- take shockwave w you when you leave and he'll help

- fuck yeah ping a comm off to the cons

- CAVALRY'S HERE

- CONS BUSTING IN

- WAVES BUSTING OUT

- starscream's here too bc he's chaotic vengeful fucker and they took his friend

- you don't take starscream's anything

- i just really want decepticon high command kicking ass

- afterwards screamer and shocky can bond over science

- also WAVEWAVE ROMANCE

- shockwave has been cold for so, so long, but soundwave makes him feel like he might be able to feel warmth again, one day

- meanwhile sounders is like fUCK i'm GAY and the cassettes are like yea we know this is fuckin HILARIOUS

- also shockwave and ratchet bond over being old grumps who know medical shit

- knockout and breakdown are also there bc I like them

- megs and OP drama happens but like i don't want it to be a focus it's just a thing that happens while the DHC try to keep this rebellion together

- SENATE MURDERTIME

- cybertron starts dividing up

- shit happens

- friends meet for one last time, OP and megs in the bg having their big breakup or whatevs

- lines in the sand are drawn

- TEAR MY HEART OUT FRIEND-TO-ENEMIES SCENE

- they all walk away at the end

- war takes over the planet

- flash forward/catch up to near present

- dark energon, yet another one of megs' increasingly desparate schemes

- we all know what happens w dark energon

- at this rate they'll wipe out the population

- DHC have had enough

- lowkey arguing amongst themselves about what to do, shit gets tense

- they've been doing damage control for megs for some time now (the truce message in movie 1 is their doing, they need time to recover and regroup)

- it's not suspicious to see them talking together real close

- except dark energon so megs is real paranoid

- don't do unicron drug kids

- they have a rep at this point for shadowy sneaky shit

- megs attacks DHC

- they remember how to work together but it's a close thing

- megs is in stasis

- they get their shit together, they're not just in this for themselves, they're responsible for all the cons

- starscream gets his leader on, they discuss terms for a treaty, what to do if the bots accept or reject it, contingency plans

- shockwave is willing to do drastic things to keep megs in stasis and also if things don't pan out

- at the end they're like soundwave you contact them, ur the spymaster but also comms officer

- starscream's rep is what it is, and shockwave couldn't persuade his way out of a paper bag (he could so, /starscream/)

- hyperempathy working for him for once

- starscream, as an aside, almost smirking: "besides, they did like you best, back then"

- make the call

 3rd movie:

- TIME FOR MEGA TRUCE NEGOTIATIONS AND DRAMA

- rebuilding?

- well fuck it’s the quintessons

- look we still hate each other but for the sake of there actually being a tomorrow, we have to work together

[scraplette]

Lost Light #2 Thoughts and Feels

A new issue of Lost Light is out so that means more thoughts and feels.

Under a readmore for length and MASSIVE SPOILERS

+Quick recap of issue one: FUNCTIONISTS!

+Oh cool, we have an actual date and time for this series. Such a shame that I've never been able to suss out IDW's dating system.

+I love how gutsy Rewind is, mouthing off to Twelve of Twelve and not giving a single feck how disrespectful he sounds, but I bet Twelve of Twelve is too busy thinking “Autobots? Deceptiwhosits?”

+It's chilling how Megatron sums up the Functionist ideology in three words.

+Terminus teases us with more of Megatron's writing. IDW, who I do I have to throw money at to make a physical copy of Towards Peace a reality?

+Anti-Vocationist League! Finally, I've been calling them the Rebellion since forever.

+Ooooooh! Sassy Megs gives me life.

+The title for this issue is “Anomie”. How very fitting.

+ Twelve of Twelve using the “If it looks like a duck, swims like a duck, and quacks like a duck, then it probably is a duck ” argument.

+“You seek to disassociate yourselves not only from your comrades... but from the universe itself”

I'm really struck but this line. Thanks to MTMTE #34 we know how isolated Cybertron has become , trading Luna 2 to the Black Box Consortia so they'd be left alone is one such example, but killing off the Lunabots and the Datasticks can also be seen as attempts to isolate the population. It makes it so much easier to control the citizens when they can't leave the planet and have limited access to information. To the citizens of Cybertron, the planet might as well be the entire universe.

+”Had it performed an essential function it would have been born”

Got to admit, Roberts, this took me a wee bit out of the story. Are you telling me that every machines in this world is a Cybertronian? Is nothing built from scratch? What about the TV screen we see later in the issue, or the clocks, and other bits of tech.

What about mass production? What happens if you need a device that serves a very specific purpose? Minimus Ambus in this world is a mine sweeper, rather than building a minesweeper you have to hope that one is born? What happens when a new alt-mode is born, did everyone freak out until they worked out what they did. I know the Functionists have mentioned doing tests on Rung, but do they have to do that for every new alt-mode and hope they narrow it down?

“Oh hey, good news! We narrowed you down to either a fire truck or a garden hose.”

How can a society progress if nothing, or very little, is ever designed or manufactured.

I know this line was probably meant to be sinister sounding and not to be taken so literally, but how else are we supposed to take it when a guard mistakes a busted teleporter for a living Cybertronian.

+BTW Rodimus made a TFPrime reference. Noice.

“Gosh, I sure hope a stapler bot is born soon. I've been waiting decades to finish my report...”

+LUG IS A GIRL?!

YAAAAAAAAAY!

+omgomgomg! Tiny female backpack former named Lug! I'm in love. She ticks all my boxes.

+Seriously I love Lug.

+Rodimus has fallen! Drift is confirmed prettiest bot!

+It's great that there's been a few in-comic remarks about a possible romance between Drift and Rodimus, not because I ship them or anything(I totally do) it's just another case of IDW normalising same gendered relationships :)

+Oooooh, more Anode intrigue.

+Hi Fangry!

+I wonder how Twelve of Twelve can float like that? Is it an outlier ability? Are outliers still a thing in this universe... Yes, I'm still holding onto my hope of AVL resistance co-leader Skids.

+Megatron must be itching to punch something.

That's a good question, Roller, since Rewind said he'd lost access to all that information.

+I love how snitty Rodimus is here. “Stupid Rewind. Creating an alternate dystopian universe ¬_¬ rassanfrassen...”

+Poor Minimus, he's been trying so hard at improving his humor that he's completely neglected his comforting skills.

+I love reading about the mythology surrounding Primus and the Guiding Hand. I especially like seeing if the scripture can be linked to present day events. It's like a scavenger hunt XD

+Aw, Ratchet and Drift continue to grow as friends. I think it's especially nice that ratchet can find something positive to say about religion.

+Wait, I thought Drift and Ratchet found Necroworld using Velocities message... o.0?

+”Trapped Light”, “The Morality Lock”, “Threadbare space”.

Our season key words:? No solid thoughts spring to mind just yet, but my guts telling me that “trapped light” might be linked to Rung. Also, not the first time we've heard some of those phrases. Trapped Light was mentioned aaaaaaaaaall the way back in DoOP. #

I wonder how if the same force that implanted the map in Rodimus and Thunderclash's minds, is also the same thing giving Drift visions.

It wasn't rain? What was it. Drift? DRIFT?

+Oh! Looks like some Lunabots and datasticks survived the mass-recall. Yay!

+I love how dinky their leader is.

+Aaaaand we're back to Necroworld. I hate to say this, as I feel it's probably an unpopular opinion, but I'm getting a little bit tired of Tailgate: Superbot. I preferred him when he was a naïve but well meaning youngester who wished for bigger and brighter things. Super!Tailgate is a bit of a prick :/ and okay, yeah, it's a logical progression for the character. He started off as the literal nobody who made up lies about himself to feel important, and we can see how that's effecting him now that he is everything he every wanted to be. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. Just because I can understand a characters actions and story arc doesn't mean I have to like it.

+Ah, Cyclonus. Ever the voice of reason. Never change.

+Oh shit! O_O you okay there, Anode?

+I hate to say it but the theory that the original Lug is dead, and the one we're seeing now is a manifestation of Anode's grief stricken psyche... there might be something to it.

I've been paying attention to her and, apart from Anode, no one directly interacts or addresses her at all. It's worrying...

+The AVL are kinda naff and I love them all the more for it.

Oh My... *fans self*

+Even Cyclonus is tired of Super!Tailgate.

+Back to Anode. It looks as if she was originally a medic of some sort, which makes sense if you remember her weird hands.

+I wonder if the snowflake artefact will be important later on.

+KAPUT?! As in Zero point Kaput! EEEEEEEEEEEE!

Where's Magnus when you need him.

+Anode... What did you do? Velocity is super mad.

+Wha-What's wrong with Swerve?! Is he okay?

+See! There's something weird about Lug's dialogue! It's so disconnected from everything.

+What's the Lighthouse?

+Look at Megs, all cool and calm under pressure. Even Terminus was impressed.

+Chromedome is a secret cowboy. Pass it on.

+IT'S THE FINAL COUNTDOOOOOOWN!

+Clicker? Is he a laser pointer? If so, that means he's another survivor of a mass recall.

+I doubt it's the actual Cyberutopia but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't all sorts of intrigued...

+Oh! They have a transporter! Maybe the Rod Squad can use it to get back to Necroworld.

+... Well, guess that answers some of my questions about the missing Matrix.

+O_O

O_O

… I'm sorry, I can't actually put into words what I'm feeling. I hope this explanatory gif will do.

[petitelepus]

Can I get a MTMTE matchup? I’m a 24yr old female, Gemini, and 6’5(not lying😂) I’m very introverted, and shy. My hobbies are reading and drawing. And I have a pet ferret named Jupiter who’s my best friend! I don’t really like meeting new people, but with the people I do know I can be very funny. I’m bisexual, and I’m proud of that, my hair is a short brown bob, I have glasses, and I’m VERY allergic to strawberries. And I would die to keep my ferret Jupiter safe. I luv him

I match you with Crankcase!

Crankcase was actually one of the other Scavengers that was okay having you to join them. Though, he did complain about it good while which probably didn’t really get your relationship started in good terms. Misfire is rooting for you, Spinister wants to shoot you, Fulcrum threw up, Krok tries to get everyone to settle down and Crankcase is left to babysit you. A job he hates.

But then you show him your ferret and he has never seen such an alien pet. Misfire said it was a noodle cat. He is still frowning when you let him hold Jupiter, but he can feel that you’re putting a lot of trust in him if you let him handle your pet. He feels appreciated and the way you smile when you see Jupiter roll around in his palm like a happy ferret makes him feel soft .

Crankcase starts to notice little things in you after that and he says he is not searching those things, they just come at his grumpy face when you do them. Like how you don't seem to see properly without your glasses, how you comb the tangles from your hair with a brush and how you avoid something called strawberries. What a weird thing, berries with straws.

The angry miserable con starts to do little things to you. He takes notes on what kind of books or datapads you prefer and orders you some from Concom that he thinks you would like. You start displaying friendship towards Crankcase. The con is angry, not at you, but at himself for falling so easily to your kindness.

When Grimlock went frenzy, Jupiter was in the line of danger and Crankcase straight up jumped between a giant T-Rex and a ferret. No one got hurt miraculously and you saw Crankcase how he wanted you to see him as. As a hero.

Love blooms at T-Rex attacks, Misfire likes to say. You spoil Crankcase with cuddles and sweet declarations of love and Crankcase pouts but secretly love them. He really returns tries to return the affection, but his method is a little rough around the edges. Luckily you know he means good. Misfire starts to say that your noodle cat should surprise one of you with Conjunx Endura rings. Crankcase makes sure to let him hear about it, but you’re both secretly blushing and gushing about the idea.

Now... Which one of you gets Jupiter to act as a messenger of love first?