#It’s Ultra Magnus’ hand

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[raileurta]

GREETINGS my thoughts are once again plagued with thoughts of the teenage bug queen and I'm making it your problem.

You mentioned that miko just sorta bullshits her way to success and that gave me an idea. Imagine if she accidentally recruited megatrons forces

How does one accidentally get recruit a bunch of vehicons you ask? Apperantly by going on a rant about how much megatron sucks while capturing an energon mine and only realizing you have more of an audience then intended when the miners their start cheering and swearing loyalty.

Miko just sort if rolls with this development, she can hand a couple miners after all. But apperently she was being recorded and those miners sent the video to their friends, who sent it to theirs friends, and so on until like a dozen is turned into several dozens showing up at that mine to swear loyalty. By the end of it all a routine energon raid has granted her roughly fifty new recruits, an energon mine plus coordinates to even more, and whatever tech and weaponry the vehicons could get their hands on when they left.

Hellllllllooooo 👋 :D. Great idea lad.

Yeah Miko is somehow extremely competent but only by accident 99% of the time. She's at this point is half convinced Unicron or something is messing with her.

Anyways I bet her main part of her speech would be pointing out the hypocrisy of Megatron. He started the war so there would be no more caste systems or anyone might be treated as disposable anymore. Megatron now though sees all organic life as below him, treats the Vehicons as disposable cannon fonder, and just overall a cruel dictator. Vehicons are literally working in the mines against their will! Doesn't that sound similar to anyone??! Hint hint Sentinel.

I feel like with Miko now going to be heavily involved in transformers matters she would be taught by the autobots and Insecticons the full story of the war. It would give her a very unique perspective having learned from both sides. She definitely now knows things about the Autobots she rather not know but she has to learn about them.

She ends her speech talking about why do the Vehicons work for Megatron?! Is it out some old loyalty to the cause, they are too scared to, or they just think that's what they are "made" for? Regardless of the answer her feelings are still the same if Megatronous can rise up from the mines and change the status quo why can't the Vehicons? After finishing ranting to I imagine someone on the phone she would notice she was now surrounded by vehicons. They are in shock, after a second of awkward silence the Vehicons start cheering for her and exclaiming their new loyalties. Miko internally is like I did it again haven't I? She is relatively calm at first what's an extra couple of Vehicons?

Then every Vehicon in the mine is now just trying to tell or shove anything relatively useful at her. Which she is grateful for don't get her wrong but calm down guys please. It takes a lot of gentle parenting leadership into cooling everyone down. Miko talks about how Megatron is definitely going to notice 50 missing Vehicons and they need preparations to take them in. So she's like what if a third of you stay with Megatron, here me out and like be spies? You can mess up the deceptions' plans and recruit more bots! Know one wouldn't suspect a thing! You just say the others were destroyed in a cave-in. Not like megatron going to care. The Vehicons happily agree to the plan! After everyone and energon is all gone they set up explosives and detonate the mine. This one of those rare times Miko is competent on purpose.

After everyone is settled she calls the Autobots and explains everything. By the end their jaws are dropped except Magnus who is a little smug (Very much smug) about this whole situation.

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[echo-circuit]

Sky limped into Ultra Magnus’s office, every step rattling his damaged body. Two weeks of repairs, and his mech was still far from combat-ready. A pair of crutches supported his weight—Pharma’s workaround while his legs healed. Behind him, Brainstorm followed nervously, his eyes darting between Sky and the imposing figure, a tall man with graying hair and blue eyes the color of the sea, Ultra Magnus, standing behind his massive desk.

“Sky, you should let me handle this,” Brainstorm murmured under his breath, as they stopped in front of Magnus. “He’s not going to like this.”

“Don’t care,” Sky grunted out adjusting his stance, as he stalked forward.

Ultra Magnus stood tall and stoic as ever, his cold blue eyes meeting Sky’s glare. “You shouldn’t be here, pilot. You’re still recovering, and I have no time for this.”

“I don’t care what you have time for,” Sky snapped, his voice raw unwavering. “I’m going after Jazz.”

Magnus sighed, his expression unchanging. “We’ve been over this. Sending anyone—let alone you—after a Quintesson ship is suicide. Jazz knew the risks. We need to focus on the battles here. You’re not ready, and I’m not authorizing any more reckless plans.”

Brainstorm interjected quickly, stepping forward. “It’s not suicide. I’ve been running the numbers, Magnus. If Sky takes his mech part of the way aboard the Quintesson ship, we can use its path to get him close. He’ll teleport the last leg—short hops to avoid their detection grid. I’ve also developed a ping relay that can signal us when he arrives at Jazz’s position. If—when—it works, we can follow behind with reinforcements.”

Magnus’s eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms across his chest. “That’s a lot of ‘ifs,’ Brainstorm.”

“It’s the best shot we’ve got!” Sky growled out. “Jazz is out there—alone or worse—and you think I’m just going to sit here on my ass waiting for you to do something? If it were Omega Supreme out there, or you, we wouldn’t be standing around debating logistics. We’d already be moving.”

Magnus’s hand slammed on the desk, his voice sharp and unwavering. “Enough, Sky. This discussion is over. You are not leaving.”

Sky's hands clenched around his crutches, knuckles white. The weight of Magnus’s decision slammed into him like a physical blow. Jazz— his friend, who had stood beside him through so much—was stranded somewhere out there among Quintessons and who knows what else. Alone, fighting, maybe calling for help that no one would answer. And here stood Ultra Magnus, so chained to protocols and caution that he was willing to let someone rot.

“Magnus,” Sky said slowly, voice like ice, cold and cutting. “You’re making a mistake.”

Magnus turned away, his dismissal final. “You are dismissed, Sky. Go back to the med bay before you—”

The crash of Sky’s crutches hitting the floor cut him off.

Before Brainstorm could say a word, Sky lunged forward, the sudden movement causing his battered body to flare with pain. He vaulted over the desk, closing the distance in a second. Ultra Magnus barely had time to react before Skywarp’s hand gripped his face. With a force no one expected from someone so broken, Skywarp slammed Ultra Magnus into the wall behind him. The metal groaned under the impact, and blood, red, sticky, and wet, poured from Magnus's face under sky's hand.

“I don’t care, Magnus. I���m going.”

Sky’s eyes darkened to near black the amber color getting lost in the black of his pupils, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver through the room. Magnus struggled against his grip, but Sky held him firm—surprising even himself with the strength surging through him.

“You can call it insubordination. You can call it reckless. I don’t care.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper. “Jazz is out there. OUR responsibility. And if you’re too damn scared to act, then I’ll do it myself. Alone.”

Brainstorm froze, his eyes wide and face slack as he watched the scene unfold. Ultra Magnus, pinned by Sky’s sheer determination, finally ceased struggling. He stared back at the damaged mech pilot in silence—something unreadable passing across his bleeding face.

“Are you done?” Magnus finally said, voice low and even. Sky didn’t loosen his grip. Magnus continued. “Because if you throw me through this wall, you’ll only make your situation worse.”

Sky bared his teeth. “You’re not listening.”

“No,” Magnus said firmly. “You’re not.”

Silence hung between them, thick and tense, before Sky finally released him. Magnus straightened himself, brushing off the dust, his expression unreadable.

Brainstorm opened his mouth to speak, but Magnus raised a hand to silence him. Slowly, Ultra Magnus stepped back to his desk, his eyes locked on Sky the entire time.

“You’re right about one thing, Sky,” Magnus said after a long pause. “If it were Omega Supreme, or myself, I wouldn’t hesitate.” He sighed, placing his hands on the desk. “Your reckless loyalty is… admirable, even if it borders on madness.”

Sky scowled, ready to argue again, but Magnus held up a hand.

“I’m not giving you permission,” he said evenly, “but I won’t stop you. I can’t condone this plan—there’s too much at risk. If you go, you’re on your own. And if you fail, you’ll be another lost soldier.”

Sky’s lip curled into something close to a smile. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

Brainstorm let out a shaky breath of relief, stepping forward with a grin. “We’ll get the mech prepped, Sky. I’ll finalize the ping relay.”

Magnus turned to Brainstorm, his blue eyes narrowing. “And you’re enabling him?”

“Of course I am,” Brainstorm replied with a shrug. “He’s the best chance we’ve got.”

Magnus exhaled, his frustration evident, but he didn’t argue further. As Sky grabbed his crutches from the floor, he shot a final glance at Magnus, his expression hard but grateful.

“You’ll thank me when I bring Jazz back,” Sky said, limping toward the door. Stopping right before the open door sky looks back at Ultra Magnus with a wicked grin, "Oh, and Magnus? Change my call sign to Skywarp."

Magnus didn’t respond, simply watching as Sky- no Skywarp and Brainstorm disappeared down the hallway. When the door hissed shut, Ultra Magnus stood alone in silence, staring at the crack in the wall where Skywarp had pinned him.

“…He’s insane,” Magnus muttered to himself.

For @keferon TF Mecha AU

my first story and colored art for it.

[techtainia-makes-things]

I feel like every post I make I’m saying something along the lines of ‘I’m not dead’. Anyways, here’s the rest of the Russian nesting doll

[scatterpatter]

Huevember Day 4 (a week late but i wont tattle if you dont...)

No I will literally NEVER shut up about these twins and how they were given one of the most horrific backstories in the entire show and it just. NEVER GETS ADDRESSED. Dang. TFA really has the best fridge horror <3

[transingthoseformers]

That keferon mecha au has jumpstarted a swerve/blurr interest in me ngl, the possibilities are juicy

have you considered swagnus? I think they're funny, but I also really like any ship with swerve bc the mfer is so blisteringly lonely and that's fun to play with

(Like what do you mean that no one wanted to be his roommate :(((((( )

I've seen swagnus once or twice and it's interesting!!!!!!

You're right though on there needing to be more Swerve love in and out of universe

[novafire-is-thinking]

No touchy

[hoiststowline]

a lil pick me up…

Though a more appropriate question would be when did you get here, it’s not the immediate one that leaves him. “What are you doing?” He stands in the doorway, unmoving, as he’s afraid you didn’t even hear him with the music so loud.

You don’t split hairs, languidly rolling over toward the entrance to find the blue mech standing there in vivid disbelief, an ounce of concern unable to shoulder through. In one hand, a mirror; in the other, your cheek as an elbow comes to hold your weight.

“Having a pity party. What are you doing?” You reply easily, unable to reach your phone to pause the blaring music.

“That’s my fault, I should have known better,” Magnus grumbles, entering with two loping strides, the door closing over behind him. He asked a stupid question and got a stupid answer, yet your response only added to his vast confusion.

“I look like shit.” A small whine, turning back over to wallow at the metal wall of his office, clutching the compact mirror tightly to your chest. On the way, you turn the music off, scrunching in on yourself. “I thought you were busy until six,”

He had initially relayed that schedule to you, even extending the time slightly to not have you worried if it did run over. “Things completed early. What is the matter?”

A small sniffle, and as he comes to stand over his desk, he catches the way you flinch, as if to furl in on yourself. “I was gonna leave before you came back. It took me too long to gather myself I guess.”

“And why is that?” Normally, these types of games do nothing but irate him, however, he finds himself entertaining such childish behavior with you. Things are not always so black and white, he’s come to understand you only act certain ways because something really is the matter.

“My skin is so bad, Mags. I look gross, I got my period a day ago,” A gasped breath, shortly after sputtering it all out in one bite. “I want to lay in bed and scream into a pillow.”

Magnus cocks his helm to the side, just a little, before reaching a hand across the desk to prod at your side gently, careful of the tender skin around the lower abdomen. “You may do that here, I do not mind.”

At his touch, you move to sit up, still cradling the mirror. “I’m just gonna piss you off, I’ll go home,”

Moving to gather your things, you’re stopped dead in your tracks as one of his digits comes to hook around your chin, tilting your head backward as to meet his stern gaze.

“You look beautiful as always, y/n,” He murmurs, hushed. “Nothing you do could piss me off. So please, stay.”

Feeling the heat raise to your cheeks, you freeze a moment too long before stammering a reply. “O-okay, when you put it like that…”

“Thank you.” He pulls back only slightly before bending to kiss the crown of your head. “I only wish for you to feel better,”

And how could you not want to do what he desires, especially when he asked so nicely…

[flayyr]

Pictures of senior citizens

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[inhumanetrash]

NOOO HES SO SAD

[grimxark]

Rodimus brings a Idgaf energy to the Lost Light that Magnus doesn’t really like

[drifterways]

**silently thinking about getting the Blokee Transformers' Galaxy Version One or any small figures with Thundercracker in it, but made a promise to self to not buy anymore indulgent stuffs until next year...or else Bayverse Optimus chasing me down h a r d**

One day...one day...

[echo-circuit]

My art from my short story for skywarp and ultra Magnus