#Primus' Gift of Love

[sunntownn]

𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬

𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐨 - 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬

The beginning of life was a beautiful thing. The youth of the universe was bright and radiating a peace and happiness unparalleled. The possibilities the future presented were that of innocence, and dreadfully naive. Nonetheless, the inhabitants of those first existing planets ate up every crumb of the future as though they were starving.

There was no true meaning - at the beginning of time - every planet had concluded, for soulmates to exist. The mother stars gifted no explanation, only numbers.

However, this strange phenomenon was welcomed with open arms from every planet that held lifeforms, anyhow.

Surely, it wasn't that weird, to have a timer located somewhere on an individual's body. Everyone was living, breathing, thinking, experiencing, had some kind of system inside of themselves that would run their body. Organs. Organs were what was truly werid. Soulmates seemed more reasonable than organs.

One received a marking when their soulmate was born. Commonly, individuals were born with their marks, as their soulmates had already been born themselves.

The marks dissappear completely off the body when two souls meet, or, more unfortunately, when one soul's light us extinguished before A Founding.

In honor of the stars that had blessed it's settlers with such a gracious offering, it became a tradition among the first planets to celebrate what some called, A Founding (when two soulmates had finally met), under the night skies of their worlds.

Unfortunately those traditions did not catch on to younger planets, and were soon forgotten by all except the first. The first always remembered.

The only known reason for a mark to vanish and reappear, is on the occasion that their soulmate is or was on the verge of death (or at some point dead), but had recovered. It was rare, but not impossible.

Cybertron was one of the few first planets of existence. Several hundred billion years of age, possibly even more than that. This was the universe's golden child. A place where metal met light. The planet glowed brighter than it's mother stars, a beautiful loving yellow. Cybertronians thrived off their planet's core. They called him Primus, a Cybertronian birthed from a star that has dedicated its purpose to constantly giving and creating. It was the source of their everything. Even their actions.

But before Primus became one with Cybertron's core, he was the second enhabitdent of the planet. His lifeforce itself was the creation of all good.

However, the first enhabident of Cybertron, Primus' elder sibling, Unicron, was the opposite entirely. He became a God of all destruction and chaos.

As the brothers were directly created from the mother stars themselves, their mortal forms did not receive the timer markings of a soulmate. Primus and Unicron were Gods, their purpose did not involve another.

The two fought for eons, at the beginning of time, for the future of their homeworld. Unicron wanted the planet to do with as he pleased, including it's demise.

The mother stars of the universe saw this, and granted Primus a power to turn the tides of war; The Matrix of Leadership. With this, Primus gave life to thirteen Cybertronian beings, and he named them Prime. This was his first creation, and with it, he and his children defeated Unicron, and cast him into space, never to be heard of again.

Primus, tired from his fight, passed on the Matrix to his children, became one with the core of their planet, and created all that Cybertron ever was.

The Thirteen Primes ran the planet, and it was a peaceful civilization for many eons. As the first children of Primus, and their main function to end the war between their sire and Unicron, the Thirteen Primes never received the timer marking of soulmates, either. Unfortunate as it was, they saw no reason to care, they're only object was to rule thier sire's planet with justice and peace. However, happiness does not last forever, and neither did the Primes.

Unicron's time casted into space in a sleep so deep most would not believe him to ever wake, but as he drifted further away his body began to collect rock. When floating into the Milky Way on the edge of the universe, far from any living planet, the sun began to pull him in. Over time, his cycle around the blazing star gathered more and more rock.

Unicron became the core of his very own planet, much like Primus. His blood, Dark Energon, coursed through all that was.

It was a young and lively planet sitting on the edge of the universe, its solar system isolated from others by trillions of light years. It was relatively small, covered mostly in clear blue liquids that defied the gravity of its atmosphere. That of which was not submerged in this liquid, was green and glorious. This young planet was soon named Earth, and it's inhabitants were small, but large in numbers.

They too, shared the gift of the stars; soulmates.

Unbeknownst to all that resided there, that their home was made from war and chaos. They would soon find out, however.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Optimus Prime stood in the wreckage of yet another battle. Bodies of both Decepticons and Autobots littered the lifeless, unamed planet. He could smell energon over the stench of death. A heavy feeling weighed on his chest as he stared at the result of his leadership. The demise of the last fleat of Autobots.

Another loss, greater than he imagined.

Was this what the Thirteen Primes saw, he thought, his pedes creaking with each small, depressed step he took towards the last few signs of life he could detect from across the battlefield. Is this what they saw when they had chosen him to become a Prime? Was this what Primus saw when he gifted Orion Pax the Matrix of Leadership?

Some leader he was.

Not only did he allow Megatron to destroy Cybertron, destroy Primus, but he also allowed for their planet's affairs to effect other worlds.

A sadness washed over Optimus Prime like a virus as he continued limping towards the signs of life.

One ended up being a Decepticon, who was barely holding onto their spark. He continued forward.

Orion Pax had not received a timer marking for as long as he had once been Orion Pax. It was normal, however. Their species lived for several eons, it was not uncommon for their soulmate to not have been born yet. Though, most wished to avoid meeting their soulmates while they were still sparklings, it felt, disturbing. Not as though they could help it if they did meet them in such a way.

When Orion Pax stood in front of the council, the Thirteen Primes, moved them with his words alone, he did not expect to be a candidate to becoming a Prime.

Accepting this would mean he would abandon himself, abandon his memories, and abandon whomever the stars had chosen to be his soulmate. He would become a polital and military leader, and be gifted the power of Primus.

Orion Pax was, unsure.

However Megatron's war gave the mech no choice, and he accepted the title of Prime.

Orion Pax was unsure.

Optimus Prime was assertive.

"Ugh," Bulkhead moaned, spiting mud from his mouth as he pulled himself off the ground and onto his hands and knees. His hammer shifted back into a hand, digits curled into a fist apon recognizing the lack of action.

"Bulkhead," Optimus announced.

Bulkhead lifted his helm from staring at the ground, blue optics widening at the sight before him.

"That is your destination, correct?"

A Prime was addressing him!

Optimus did not find the need to express his dislike for the adoration in the wreckers optics. Now was not the time to crush spirits, as much as he wished everyone would stop looking at him like he was Primus himself.

"Are you alright?" Optimus asked, offering a hand to hus comrade.

"Just peachy," Bulkhead declared, slapping his large palm into Optimus'. Although, the size difference was still noticeable, no matter how big the wrecker.

"I saw you on the field," Bulkhead looked almost bashfull as Optimus Prime pulled him from the sticky wet grounds of the planet. "You fought bravely."

Bulkhead was too flabbergasted to process the compliment properly. Not only had a Prime acknowledged, addressed, or spoke to him, he even complimented him!

"Wha- Thank you!" He slurred, cranking his neck up just to see the Prime's face.

Optimus offered a small smile, but it was grim as he optics left the wrecker, and behind him, were more bodies lay.

Bulkhead followed his leader's gaze, and the reality of their situation hit like nothing before.

"This was.. the last fleat, wasn't it?" He questioned, cheerful tone gone and replaced with a bundle of reserved fear.

"...Yes." Optimus Prime answered.

They were silent, grieving. They watched the red sun rise in the distance, casting an dark glow on the planet. All was quiet.

Optimus turned, holding two digits to his audio receptors. Bulkhead looked away from the sky and watched.

"Ratchet, we are in need of a ground bridge."

The reply was static-y. "I'm a-a-afraid that's not pos-posible."

Optimus raised a brow.

"Decep-Decepticons raided the ship. Groun- ground Bridge damaged."

Even through the static, Optimus could hear the pain in his Medic's voice. He must have been injured during the raid. At least he was alive.

This was a problem, however. If the Ground bridge was damaged, they had no specialist to fix it properly. Ratchet could only make the technology work on world. Meaning, they could not space travel quickly.

"Then bring the ship to us," Optimus countered, "and see if there are anymore Autobots still online. I have found a single wrecker."

There was buzz, what Optimus could predict to be the sound of a broken computer trying to turn on. "Tw-o-o. Two Online. Sending coor-coordinates now."

Before Optimus could start his search, Ratchet spoke again. "We don't hav-have any energo-on-on left on board. Decepticons to-took all that re-main-mained. The closest planet with energon readings is called E-ath. Earth?"

"Then that shall be our next destination. Set coordinates immediatelyfor Earth, we will need to find energon as fast as possible to stabilize any injuries the last of us have."

Optimus' hand fell.

He missed the blue glow coming from under the armor above his wrist.

Bulkhead's optics stared at his Leader's arm, almost questioning. Was that timer there before? I thought Primes didn't have timers?

He didn't mention it.

They headed west, were a mental map would soon lead the two to the last remaining Autobots known on this corner of the universe would be laying, half alive.

[𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜.]

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[lets-try-some-writing]

Optimus & Bumblebee Headcannon (a small intermission)

I just had this cute idea floating around in my head that wasn't big enough or relevant enough to be included in a main Op&Bee post. So here it is. A short little intermission between the last post and the one I am working on, enjoy.

Cybertronian names

English translations of Cybertronain names do not give them even an ounce of the respect they deserve.

A name is one of the most important aspects of a Cybertronian, a name gives them purpose, identity.

It is the gift of a name and a spark that separates them from mere machines, as such Cybertronians take naming very seriously and only allow those closest to them to grant them a name if they do not select one themselves.

Caretakers will spend ENOURMOUS amounts of time carefully cataloging and crafting names for their sparklings. Taking into account every detail of their charges, most importantly their little one's creation designation, the name gifted to them by Primus.

For a bot to reveal their creation designation is a sign of utmost respect and love.

Usually such a thing occurs between Conjunx's, bonded companions, or Caretaker and Sparkling.

The name gifted to a bot by Primus is considered sacred, it is something every Cybertronian, Autobot and Decepticon, guard jealously.

As such the matter of Bee's naming is an event which Optimus is fully devoted to.

Bee's current designation is nothing more than a nickname, a placeholder for the name he will be granted when he comes of age.

Bee's true designation is something which Optimus holds close to his spark, he will take it to the grave before he offers it to anyone. However that does not mean Optimus refuses to include pieces of it in the name he is devising for the newspark.

While made up of the same glyphs, no two Cybertronian names are the same.

The main Cybertronain glyphs are associated with a specific intent known to be present in the original thirteen Primes.

When crafting a name, one of these holy glyphs is selected to represent what the name crafter envisions the subject of their naming to embody. Be it at present or in the future.

Then the name crafter will then select from numerous sub-glyphs, all representing an object or ideal, and painstaking merge them with the previously selected Primal glyph to create a completely unique name, hand crafted for their special someone.

Traditionally, the name crafter will then personally carve the unique glyph onto a small talisman which they will give to the subject of their naming when the time is right.

With that in mind, have it be known that Optimus is absolute garbage at the carving part of the process.

His time as an Archivist ensures that the name he crafts for Bee is spectacular, it's meaning clear and wonderful.

However being Prime does not automatically mean he is good with his servo's outside of the archives and the battlefield.

Optimus's servo's are huge, even by Cybertronain standards. So trying to carve a delicate, intricate glyph onto a talisman is nearly as hard as duking it out with Megatron.

Forced to wear sight enhancing headgear and use comparatively microscopic tools to do his work, Optimus has no end of frustrations when carving Bee's talisman.

Optimus spends countless hours painstakingly attempting to carve in his study, however more often then not he breaks the talisman in half when he applies a little too much pressure or straight up ruins the whole thing with an unintended twitch.

Eventually the patience Optimus is so well known for snaps and he heads to Perceptor to commission a very specific piece of technology.

Several weeks after the event Optimus returns to his mission of carving Bee's name talisman with renewed vigor and a handy dandy shrinking ray.

The ray only works on small objects, making it mostly useless for the war effort outside of special operations, however Optimus can't help but believe it a worthwhile investment when he walks away from his office with the talisman finally completed and at the appropriate size.

Many vorns later, when Bee is officially brought into the Autobot ranks as a Scout, Optimus at last presents his charge with the talisman he prepared for Bee when he was still a sparkling.

Upon it is the most intricate glyph Bee has ever seen, and when translated nearly makes him cry in joy.

'Golden-Hope-of-the-Future-the-Guiding-Light-within-the-Dark'

Optics foggy with coolant, the freshly named Scout launches himself as Optimus, hugging him with as much strength as he can muster.

Optimus accepts the affection as a rare smile graces his face, replacing his normally weary expression.

Those in attendance at the Scout's naming cheer as he at last releases Optimus from his hold and turns to face the crowd.

His secondary Caretakers smile affectionately as he steps up and presents himself by his new name.

"Scout Cadet Bumblebee reporting for duty!" - Year 172,189 of the great war, Bumblebee's naming ceremony, two weeks before the loss of his vocal capabilities.

Just a drabble

Some poor bot: My name is 'He-who-Shield-his-Allies-from-the-Tempting-Glow-of-Evil'

Team Prime: *Struggling to contain their laughter*

Some poor bot: What's so funny?

Smokescreen: *Proceeds to fall to the floor laughing hysterically*

Some poor bot: I don't get it, what is so amusing about my designation?

Optimus: *Trying and failing to keep a straight face* You see- *cough's into servo to cover up chuckle* Cybertronian names don't tend to translate into human languages very well, and unfortunately some of our names end up automatically becoming associated with human items.

Some poor bot: ?!?

Optimus: In your case your designation has translated rather literally and is... interesting to say the least.

Bumblebee: yoUR NaMe iS SUnBLOcK!

Smokescreen and Bumblebee: *Die of laughter*

Yeah I know its dumb but I thought it would be kinda funny if some poor bot's name ended up translating into something stupid as all get out. And to bots who are familiar with earth it would be the most hilarious thing since ever, even if no one else understands why.

[rawmeknockout]

could i get some imagines for megatron, swerve, or rung overhearing their crush call out their name while touching themselves, making them all red and unable to stop thinking about it? hope this isn't too much! >.<

megatwon

A stupid decision on your part, really. You were letting your hands wander a bit too much while you sat in his office, using the excuse of needing to hand him datapads. Megatron is pretty used to the weirdness on the Lost Light, so it's not like this is outrageous to him. He waits outside until he can't hear your muffled whining, but his name on your lips rings around in his processor until he's ready to lose his mind. Megatron doesn't enter his office that day, refuses to look at you for the rest of the month. In fact, he's almost ready to shoot himself out the airlock. Every time Megatron jerks himself to the memory of his name caressed by such sweet lips he's almost, almost ready to confess. Give him just a bit longer to come up with a poem suitable to be given to you and he'll finally reveal his feelings for you.

swerve

If only he hadn't chosen exactly that minute to go over to your hab, then maybe he would never be the wiser about your feelings. Instead, Swerve runs clear across to the other side of the Lost Light to stop himself from doing something embarrassing or stupid. He running so hard that maybe his boner won't be able to catch him. When he finally has to stop for a rest, your words finally crash upon his processor like an anvil from those old Earth cartoons. You were calling his name. His! Swerve's feeling altogether so confident and so incredibly small. Wow! You're into him! He's got to plan a whole thing to confess his feelings, with a gift and soft music, maybe even a whole dinner. He'll spend weeks fussing over the details before springing the whole thing on you, but he's tripping over his confession.

rung

He had only come back to his office to pick up a datapad he left. It wasn't really important, he could have left it till the next day. It's only some romance story that Nautica shared with him, but he was so enjoying it. The main love interest was similar to you. Except he stumbles upon you in the throes of self-service in his very office. Primus, maybe it was a bet you lost or you had a wild hair. Rung was just going to creep away and try to will himself not to listen in when his designation tumbles from your lips. Your little noises are so quiet , so breathy, he almost doesn't catch it, but that one moan sets his spark aflame with all the desire he tried to keep pent up. Oh, Rung knows he shouldn't repress his feelings but he never wanted to ruin the beautiful friendship you two have. Only now, it's more complicated! He spends hours trying to parse through what this means. Do you like him like he fancies you? Maybe you just had to get the urge out of your system. But then why choose his office to self-service to a fantasy of him? You must like him! But what if you don't? He chooses to confess the next day so he can finally get some recharge and put this fuss to rest.

[deezligmanuts]

Cyberverse Megatron and Optimus with an S/O who has Pepa's gift

♠️ Megatron

♠️ He's fascinated by your ability, Your emotions affect the weather? That's odd.. but wonderful 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝘀𝗲��𝘂𝗹.

♠️ But.. "N-N-NO SWEETSPARK CALM DOWN!" "Calm down? CALM DOWN!? YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE TO CALM DOWN! YOUR DECEPTICONS FAILED ONE MISSION AND YOUR ALREADY LASHING OUT? You should be ashamed! As a leader YOU are the one responsible, this plan was your plan from the start!" You yelled as you try to repair one of the injured cons, a hurricane spreading the whole nemesis

♠️ You are scary when you're mad

♠️ He hates it when your feeling down

♠️ Poor mech has to try and shoo the cloud away and try to calm you down

♠️ "clear skies, clear skies.." you said softly, making the thunder fade

♠️ Whenever you say those words he's just downright worried about you

♠️ He tries his best to keep you away from the things that irritate you, he always keeps you with him just incase

♠️ He also tries his best to actually try to be a "Good Leader" as you once said, so he could make you proud

♠️ Your more like a mother than a wife to him

♠️ Besides all that, he loves you to atoms

♠️ Whenever he's about to yell at a random con your right beside him like-

♠️ "Ahem." You looked at him sternly as he looked down in shame, a gray looking cloud on your head "Well.. at least you tried your... best.." The con's optics widened, "Good." You said, smiling contently.

♠️ The cons love you and fear you

♠️ "Thundercracker!" "Slipstream! Don't be too harsh!" "Yes, Y/N.."

♠️ Clobber and Lockdown just LOVE you they find your ability really cool

♠️ But, when they are in battle..

♠️ "He attacked m-me!" "You! Bumblebee was it? Why would you attack Thundercracker like this!? He wasn't doing anything to you!" And just like that a hurricane emerges and the Autobots had to retreat due to how bad it was "Well, he- he... umm good point But he's still a Con! And he tried to steal the Allspark from us!" "Thundercracker is that true?" You asked, the hurricane rising slowly, "No Y/N I would never do anything like that." He said, in an innocent tone

♠️ Sigh what is he going to do with you?

🚛 Optimus Prime

🚛 Oh Primus he loves you and your gift so much

🚛 But cuddling gets messy

🚛 CLOUDS EVERYWHERE

🚛 Always cleans it up, even if you INSIST you do it he still does the cleaning

🚛 Some of the bots piss you off? Someone got hurt by a con and you went to try and beat said con? Hurricanes

🚛 Dear lord save this mech when there's a hurricane

🚛 "Y/N, please calm down." The hurricane just poofs away after that

🚛 "Are you alright sweetspark?" Optimus said calmly, a storm flooding the whole Ark

🚛 there was a storm once he just rushed to you, Only to find out it was just a normal storm and you were just reading your favorite book

🚛 The Bots love you to death, especially Wheeljack because, SCIENCE

🚛 Bumblebee loves it when he manages to get a rainbow out of you

🚛 Windblade loves the good clouds and the rainbow, hates the snow

🚛 Optimus hates it when you're stressed, obviously

🚛 He too loves the rainbows

🚛 He's always there when you're down

🚛 Always plays calming music when you're stressed

🚛 Bad day? Fun activities and cuddling at the butt crack of dawn

🚛 You're insecure about yourself and the relationship? You're getting pampered for the rest of the week.

🚛 even if you said that all of it was enough this mech will NOT LISTEN you're getting pampered whether you like it or not. That's how much he loves you❤️

@poketalefan1993 you can send in that request now, sorry if I took so long

[assortedvillainvault]

Hello! Chance anon here! Can we get a continuation of the Blitzwing headcanons with how any or all of the personalities flirt with the human reader, please? I hope you’re having a wonderful day!

Chance anon you're single handedly fuelling my decent back into transformers hell, ily so much. My days are indeed wonderful so far, hope yours is too!

Blitzwings three personalities are... on a similar mission, but good lord they can't coordinate:

Icy x Reader

If the other two weren't so damn forward you would have no clue that his intentions were to date you. The problem with presenting as cold and unfeeling...people won't actually notice when you DO feel something. RIP.

Icy is, however, extremely observant and has the clearest memory of the three. All your little offhanded comments and throwaway remarks are stored in his head clear as crystal, there is NO chance that he's forgetting your meetups, hobbies or preferences.

He's actually dedicating energy to spending time with you and remebering what you like, which is something we doesn't do even for most members of his own team. It takes some...education on human customs and shopping (We do Not. Discuss. The Amazon delivery incident.) but his gift giving game is on Point.

He's also straight up the most likely to hit you with an innuendo with a completely blank expression, mans poker face is flawless, you've straight up considered thereapy for some of his one liners becuase SIR that did not sound innocent in the slightest you can't just DO that do you even KNOW WHAT THAT SOUNDED LIKE BECAUSE YOU'RE PLAYING IT LIKE YOU DON'T-

He does. He very much does. He delights in your flustered screaming and the second you realise this and reciprocate he's going to pounce.

Hothead x Reader

Hothead isn't just 'angry', though that is his go to emotion for a variety of reasons, he's actually just 'feelings' amped up to 11.

There's. There's going to be a lot of screaming. Invest in some earplugs. Please.

A lot of his backtalk and accusations (the time you were accused of being a spy for autobot high command was a definite new one) are actually fronts for awkwardness and soft fuzzies that he has no clue how to process.

He's the personality you see more than you hear, funnily enough. Typically when Blitzwing interacts with you a ~Feelings~ moment will occur, he will switch in with a a specacular stuttering blush and just as quickly switch out again to Icy or Random in a desperate attempt to play it off.

In the absence of meaningful words, he's going. To Flex.

No seriously he loves feeling your eyes on him when he's doing something impressive, Blitzwing is phenominally strong and experienced but among decepticons open admiration is discouraged. Your sparkly eyes and awed gasps are pure high grade for him.

He's going to bench press his colleagues. He's going to punch his colleagues. He's going to start a brawl with his colleagues that gets him in serious trouble but the sheer glory of a one handed vistory against Lugnut while you were watching is going to put a swagger in his step for weeks.

If someone insults you or, primus forbid, puts you in actual danger, all bets are off that mech is getting Murdered.

He's possessive and Touchy. You're not getting rides, but you are getting picked up more often than you're walking.

He cannot take or give compliments though. It's hilarious.

Random x Reader

Anon I hope you're ready for...everything. Random is, uh, a lot.

One thing nobody seriously seems to realise about Blitzwing is that his intelligence, which most associate with Icy, actually applies to all three personalities. Icy simply applies it in the most recognised ways because hes the only one who cares about their actual JOB as lieutenant.

Random will apply that intelligence to absolutely steamrolling your personal space and boundaries with his shenanigans. You're going to have to get firm about things like clothes (which he likes eating) and privacy (he has absolutely tried to watch you while you shower. Not to be creepy, but becuase TF's have no concept of clothes or nudity and he wanted to keep talking to you.)

The MOST openly affectionate. Will serenade you in the hallways. Will hold you in his hands and dance with you. Will lick you in front of other cons as a show of dominance. Starscream has refeused to touch you since, which was the desied effect.

Absolute cuddle bug with zero filter. Will staright up purr and nuzzle his way right into your heart. Will physically cherish absolutely every inch of you and not shy away from any details.

Has a tendency to get distracted easily by whatever aspect of you has caught his focus this time. You're probably going to have to repeat yourself numerous times as your voice has become his soothing backdrop for his focus to fly away to.

He's a gift giver like Icy, but it's everything he's managed to steal ever. A shiny rock, a nice tree, a car, a moose (Blitzwing wtf), someones ARM-

Will be the first personality to be vulnerable with you. This is a huge milestone. Random's jack O'lantern grin is not a permanent feature, and if he's letting you see that he's sad and tired and lonely then congratulations my friend - you are in, and the tree of them will not be letting you go for as long as they function.

[primus-why]

Fated Marks

After an alliance is forged and their shared enemy is defeated, the Autobots and Decepticons are still left with a dying planet.

Desperate for a solution, in an attempt to strengthen their truce, both Megatron and Optimus venture into the core of Cybertron to speak with Primus. Perhaps they will stir long enough for a conversation while in the presence of the Matrix; perhaps a certain warlord is determined to will them into awakening just to give them a piece of his processor...

Well, whatever the reason, Primus does speak at them. That is to say, both mechs are pretty sure they're not following the same thread of conversation, but they managed to get their point across. Cybertron is dying, their people have been at war, and everyone wants to come home. Primus understands. They're clearly happy that the Cybertronians have returned-- and they want to help!

After a show of rumbling and shaking and some flashes of light, Primus goes silent once more. Confused, Optimus and Megatron return from the core to find traces of natural resources being replenished!

For the next few days, scientists from both sides study the progress of the planet's healing. Ecosystems are being revitalized, within weeks fuel has become abundant, and soon everyone gets to work repairing the cities and towns in order to settle in.

But one day, everyone starts to notice these weird marks on their bodies. Some have it on their arms or wrist, others have them in more hard-to-reach places, which is partly why they hadn't been noticed right away. The marks appeared at some point, and continued to get darker over time, like a developing ink, and nobody knew what they were! Where did they come from? It seemed like each one was different!

But later it's discovered that's not the case-- each mark matches at least one other Cybertronian's mark. But what could it possibly mean?? Well, after careful scientific research, it was concluded that these marks...

... were pairing you with your ideal conjux.

Turns out, one of Primus' gifts that gave their people a fresh start was meant to encourage happy, healthy bonds-- essentially letting love grow!

But to Megatron, that's utter nonsense. Despite Soundwave's additional efforts, he hasn't spotted a match to his mark, so it's become a rather irritating blemish that refuses to be buffed away...

Optimus doesn't even think he has a mark-- not one he can see after a quick inspection, anyway. He concludes that it's part of his duty as Prime; maybe he's not meant to have a conjux, and instead should focus his attention on serving all of Cybertron and their people. Resigned as he is to his role, he can't help but feel a bit envious of everyone else finding their partners...

(But maybe he should look a bit harder for his mark... or have someone look for him... 👀)

[jazz-miester]

Good morning my friend! Would you do a Prowl x human fem scenario, ending a relationship, but then they come back and have a happy ending? Like you did in "I will cherish you. Until my last breath I will cherish you."? I loved an angst with jazz, I would like a little Prowl. Thanks for reading!

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Better Half of Me

Paring: Prowl x Reader

Reader type: Female Human

Song: John my beloved- Sufjan Stevens

Warnings: Angst lol

An: Absolutely I can do this! Hope you enjoy! I'm so sorry this took so long! Life's been hectic and I've been dealing with migraines my dude. But I do hope you enjoy this despite how long it took me.

You lost something in yourself when you watched him drive away. Some portion of your heart. The place where you held your love for him.

Broken. Chipped off.

It was still there.

God why was it still there?

The two of you had mutually agreed that it would be better if you didn't see each other anymore. Agreed that it was safer for you.

For him.

That you wouldn't just be some pawn used against him at some point.

It happened once before.

Your ribs were still bruised from were Starscream held you.

Color darkened your skin. Ached with every breath. You had considered yourself lucky. He could have broken bones. Punctured your lungs.

At times you wondered if that would be preferable.

You couldn't remember who you were before Prowl.

Just what did you do with your life before he came into it?

Your mornings left you aimless and wandering. Every morning you had hiked the hill behind your house to watch the sunrise with Prowl. A hot cup of coffee in hand and you sat next to him. Listening to Prowl tell you about the shenanigans the twins had gotten into that night.

He helped you plan your day. Reminding you of important appointments.

To take care of yourself.

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Prowl found himself in a familiar situation. He was missing an important part of himself. His once normally proficient battle computer able to rattle off a million and one outcomes in astro seconds.

Was useless.

At least here and now.

He did good in battle. In war. In the heat of the moment. Where there was black and white.

Here and now.

But in the grey?

Wading within his own emotions. Trying to make head or tails of what felt both right and wrong.

Primus he didn't know a fragging thing.

Prowl first thought about it like he would a battle plan. Like the kind of thing he would use to bring someone back from enemy lines. To advise Optimus on where to steer his loyal troops.

You can't do than with emotions. You can't make them follow the same straight and narrow line like your mind. No right or wrong.

Only what his spark was yearning for.

And it was you. Primus it was always you.

Patient you. Caring you. Sweet you. The only human or cybertronian that took his feeling with consideration. That even when he thought about what someone needed most as a gift rather than what they wanted is when he cares the most.

That his way of saying. "I love you." Was action. Was gifting necessities.

And Prowl loved you deeply. With everything his aching spark would allow. He'd give himself to you. If he could. Let you use him in any way you see fit. To be your sword and shield.

And it destroyed him when he couldn't. When he saw you in Starscream's grasp he shorted out. Wires crossed. Processer glitching.

His battle computer was worthless. It became as useful as a hole in a boat.

His spark on the other had. His emotions. They screamed and yelled.

"Do something! Do anything! Save them!"

He did. In the end. Managed to pull you from the Seekers grasp.

And within that week he was the one that proposed the break up.

It hurt him more than when Starscream had you.

That look.

Primus that look.

And you agreed. Voice quiet. Eyes dull. Arms pulled into your chest.

You agreed.

Because if course you did.

You trusted him. His opinions.

Primus why did you trust him?

These thoughts rack threw his processor nearly three months later. Energon pooling beneath him. Frothing at his lips.

Prowl. For the first time in his life cycle. Thanked Primus. Thanked whatever God that made him Cybertronian and you human.

He didn't think he would be able to handle the shattering of a Spark bond. Not if it was you. He couldn't do that to you.

"Spark bond mech? What are you going on about." Prowl didn't even acknowledge the voice. It was probably First-aid. Maybe Ratchet. Just whoever reached him first.

"Y/n." Your name left his lips. It tasted sweet on his glossa. If he passed here. Joined the well. It would be with your name on his lips. On his last venting breath. He would brand your name on his spark to join him in the well.

Perhaps it was selfish. But. It was a time of firsts. And, for the first time once more, Prowl was wrong.

You weren't better without him.

And he was desperate for you.

"We're loosing him!" ..... "Get the......"

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Do you remember that time when you lost your mom in the store? Maybe at the fair? Do you remember that feeling in your chest? The bubble that swelled in it? That grew and grew until it touched your throat. Made it burn and ache. The tingling in your lips and terror filled you?

You felt that now. And again as Jazz drove you back to the Ark.

Tears falling soundlessly. Wetting the collar of your shirt.

Your hands gather the fabric of your to large sweater as you stare at Jazz's steering wheel. The Autobot symbol almost mocking you.

"Jazz. Why me? Why did you come and tell me?" His blinker clicked on. Then off as he took a right turn. Rain poured against the window. Pitter pattering in the strange quietness of his interior.

For once Jazz played no music. Silence as he drove you to his closest friend.

"He spoke your name. Y/n. He spoke your name like it was the last bit of energon he'd ever drink again." He reached the opening of the Ark. Transformed with that seamless elegance only he had. He bent down to your level momentarily blocking the rain.

"He called you Spark Mate. And no mech or femme does that without serious thought."

Prowl doesn't make mistakes.

Not like this.

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It's quiet when you walk into the med bay. Soundless save for the humm of the Spark monitor connected to Prowl. The rise and fall of the lines mirroring the push and pull of a mech or femmes spark pulse.

You couldn't read it even if you wanted to.

Ratchet told you that he would be ok. That Prowl would live. His Spark would continue to sing.

But.

God.

It didn't look like it.

His scratched and dented frame. Pristine white turned grey and muddy from the fight.

And those welds. God the welds on his chest. So close to his spark.

So close to what made Prowl. Prowl.

You sat beside him. To hands on his servo. Fingers dancing along the seems. Feathering over charcoal grey paint.

Those servos that made you feel safe. Those servos that held you late at night curled up against his chest.

The tears fell again. Voice catching in your throat. You hands shake. tighten against his. Your shoulders shake. Tense.

"You bastard. You dump me and then go and almost die." You lean against him. Curling up in the space between his hips and shoulder. "Your supposed the be smart mech."

"Smart. Not omnipotent, my spark." The endearment leaves him before he can take it back. And Prowl doesn't. Not here. Not now. Not when he thinks Primus has sent him an angel.

A human concept. One he wishes were true for theirs.

His servo moves on its own. Digit brushing back hair. Curling over your jaw. Wiping away the tears trailing your cheeks.

Your eyes close and you lean against his servo. Hand coming up to rest over his.

"You scared me Prowl. Downright terrified me." You look up at him.

"Prowl I still care about you." You both look to the monitor as it rises in sound. Prowl clears his intake.

"I." He stops. Thinks over his words. Takes this out. Puts this in.

"I never stopped. I never stopped loving you." His blue optics look into you own. Capturing you like when you first met. You found yourself lost in them. "Y/n. I wanted you to be my spark mate. I'm unable to do that because of our differences. But."

Prowl stops. Looks at you. Really looks at you.

Every foul emotion he has boils up.

Fear. Regret. Guilt.

"Are you able to forgive me? For what I've done? Abandoning you? It is selfish to ask o know but-" You cut him off with a solid Thwack! To his arm.

"Prowl what you did was anything but. I know you. And I knew it hurt you more than it did me to do that. I agreed. Of course I did. Because I knew that you still loved me regardless. And I'll always love you. Spark mates or not. Married or not. I'll always love you." You placed kiss to his servo.

"Nothing could change that. Not in this lifetime or the next."

Prowl felt his spark swell. Pride. Relief.

You cared. You still loved him.

Prowl felt his lips pull into a smile. And one fell on your face as well. You cherished when he smiled. It pulled his age back. Made him seem more soft. Sweet. More him. Less tired.

Prowl chuckled. Drew you in close. Pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

"Truly." He muttered. "You are the better half of me." He spoke it into your skin. Laid it there. An unspoken promise of what would come later.

Without the interruption of Ratchet at least.

[eatyoursparkout]

Since i'm back on tumblr (sob) I figured I should share a couple of my recent works ! Get this blog off to a good start.

First up is my @tf-bigbang fic, which ate up most of my summer. If you're interested in the premise 'what if two mecha were sparkmates, and were absolutely *miserable* about it?" then have I got the fic for you- making Prowl miserable is one of my favourite pastimes.

Title: White Noise, Composed in the Black Rating: M Relationships: Soundwave/Prowl (main), Chromedome/Prowl, Mesolthulas/Prowl, Jazz & Prowl, Optimus & Prowl Additional tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates; Angst with a Hopeful Ending; Canon-Typical Violence; War Crimes; Bigotry & Prejudice; Internalised ableism; Complicated Relationships; Implied/Referenced Torture; Implied/Referenced Mind Control; Plug and Play Sexual Interfacing (Transformers); Prowl's Control Issues; Prowl's Emotional Constipation; Enemies to ???; Trust Issues; Slow Burn; Suicidal Ideation; Denial of Feelings; Time Skips; Minor canon divergences Summary: Some say sparkmates are a gift from Primus, two sparks tragically split and destined to reunite. Medics suggest that the phenomenon has to do with frequencies, the spin of two sparks aligning against all odds. Prowl knows better than anyone what a sparkmate really is: a distraction that he can’t afford.

Or, Prowl has a sparkmate he never asked for. It’s not going to stop him from winning the war.

Link here!

I partnered with Sazabizi on this one, who created 3 absolutely amazing pieces of art ❤️ So please go show her work some love as well!

[pastelpaperplanes]

Not Optimus

The piece you did of Megs and Oppy cuddling in bed gave me ideas. Fluffy, angsty ideas.

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He’d been looking for paper. 

That’s all Optimus wanted. He hadn’t meant to spend the night, but it had been so late and it had been raining outside and Megatron had been doing absolutely wicked things with his mouth. 

Things that he had continued early the next morning. Optimus could feel heat pooling in his stomach at the memory of how Megatron had looked at him as the first rays of sunlight spilled into the bedroom, the intensity of his eyes rendering Optimus to putty in his hands. 

Megatron had had a meeting later on that morning, and after much encouragement and bargaining, he slipped out of bed and dressed for the day. Optimus was falling back to sleep as Megatron pressed a soft kiss to his mouth, promising that he would be back as soon as he could. 

When Optimus had woken up again later that day, he remembered that he was supposed to have gone home last night, and he had to work tonight at the club. So he’d made the bed, cleaned up, and borrowed a shirt and shorts to wear on the trip back to his apartment. He wasn’t looking forward to the lecture he’d no doubt get from Ratchet for staying out all night without any word. 

Before he left, he decided to leave a note for Megatron, letting him know that Optimus had to head back to his place to get cleaned up and ready for his shift that night. He’d searched the bedroom and sitting room to no avail. That left Megatron’s office. 

Optimus had only been in Megatron’s office once before. Megatron had left the door open one morning and Optimus had come in with a mug of coffee for him. Optimus felt himself smile at the memory of that morning. Megatron had been grateful for the coffee, looking up at Optimus like he’d been sent from Primus Himself. He’d gathered Optimus up in his lap and kissed him until he couldn’t speak. 

It had been one of the best mornings of his life. 

He tried to find where Megatron kept the paper in his desk. He pulled drawers open to shuffle through. He found plenty of pens and letters, but a quick skim told him they weren’t anything incriminating. He kept looking. It was quickly beginning to get frustrating. Was it really too much to ask for a simple notepad? He pulled open one of the bottom drawers and felt around. AS he reached the back, his fingers brushed against something soft but hard. Frowning, he grabbed the object and pulled it out.

It was a box. It was made of black velvet, and it fit in the palm of Optimus’ hand. Definitely not notepad paper. 

He should put it back. Optimus told himself that he should put it back. It wasn’t what he was looking for. 

But what if it was evidence of some kind, he asked himself. Or at least, that was the excuse he made up to himself to justify his curiosity. He gently opened the box. The inside was cushioned with a creamy gold silk, with the name of a high end jeweler stamped on the inside of the lid. 

And nestled inside was a ring. Its silver shine seemed brighter in the morning light, but Optimus’ eye was immediately drawn to what looked to be an engraving on the inside. Without thinking, he gently plucked the ring out and read it. 

Orion, my darling spark

Optimus’ breath caught. The ring trembled in his fingers and he had to grip it tighter to keep from dropping it. He could feel something spinning white hot inside of his chest, and his eyes began to sting. He knew he was smiling as he held the ring up to read the engraving over and over again. Every time, he felt his smile grow wider and wider, and his vision was blurring with emotion. A weak laugh escaped before he could stop it.

He paused.

Orion, my darling spark.

Orion.

Not Optimus. Orion. This ring was for Orion Pax. That was who Megatron had been holding so close, who he’d been taking to his bed. Orion Pax was the mech that Megatron wanted to marry. Orion Pax was the one that Megatron loved.

Not Optimus.

Optimus wasn’t a simple mech down on his luck who managed to snag a gig as a burlesque. Optimus was a dropout. Optimus was an undercover informant for the Elite Guard. Optimus was… 

Optimus glanced down at himself - at the too-big shirt draped across his frame. At the hickey that was peeking out just under his collarbone. He looked around the office, it finally dawning just whose office this was.

He was in too deep.

Oh Primus, he was in far too deep.

What would Sentinel say if he saw how easily Optimus had fallen for his own facade? Optimus could practically see the smug, condescending grin as it split across the other mech’s face. He’d laugh and tell Optimus that he was pathetic. He’d tell Optimus that he really was an idiot if he actually believed that Megatron would want anything to do with him if he knew who he really was.

And the horrible truth of it was - he was right. 

Optimus was only kidding himself if he thought that this… relationship with Megatron stood even an iota of a chance. What was he supposed to do - marry Megatron to keep up the charade? Stand there while Megatron made vows to a mech who didn’t actually exist? What about when Optimus finally managed to gather enough evidence to put Megatron away for who knew how long? What then?

By the time the tears began to spill down Optimus’ cheeks, they were no longer tears of joy. 

Orion Pax wasn’t real. He never had been. But despite that, Optimus felt bile rising in the back of his throat at the thought of him. 

An image flashed in his mind - Megatron, down on one knee, looking up at Optimus as if he held all the stars in the universe in his hands, and opening this box. He would look Optimus in the eye, and with a happy and hopeful voice, ask Orion Pax to marry him.

Optimus fumbled with the ring for a moment as he wedged it back into the box and snapped it shut. He had to force himself to open the drawer and carefully replace the box so that hopefully Megatron wouldn’t notice that it had been touched. 

As soon as the box slipped out of his fingers, Optimus drew his hand back and quickly shut the drawer. He stumbled to his feet in his haste, and cursed as he bumped into a nearby bookcase. The tears were still coming, blurring his vision, but Optimus didn’t care. 

Moving quickly, Optimus walked out of the office and back into the bedroom. He ripped the shirt and shorts off and slipped back into the remnants of the dress he’d been wearing the night before. His breathing was getting ragged, but he didn’t slow down as he ran out of the bedroom and into the sitting room. It took him a moment to find his shoes - a pair of mid-high pumps that Knock Out had insisted he pay for as a ‘welcoming gift’ when Optimus had first started at the club.

When Optimus had started working to get close to a mob boss in an effort to put him in prison. 

His heavy breathing only made the tears come faster, along with an absolutely pathetic sounding whimper. Optimus squeezed his eyes shut in a vain effort to banish the tears. He didn’t bother putting his shoes back on as he grabbed his discarded clutch bag and ran out the door.

Optimus all but flew down the street, a deafening thumping throughout his whole body. 

He didn’t know what exactly he was running from, but maybe - he thought - maybe if he ran fast enough, he wouldn’t have to face what would be coming next.

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do you hear the sound of my heart BREAKING

ahh this fic left me in torment so why not make it hurt that much more w some fan art :’’

GW your work kills me in the best ways THANK YOU

[erimeows]

yo what do you think the bots reactions would be if someone gave them a body pilow of themselves?

Optimus Prime: “O-Oh my... I don’t think I look that good, they definitely played up my good features in that art quite a bit...”

Prowl: “Primus... If this weren’t from you, I’d burn it.”

Ratchet: “...Ugh. People buy this slag? I don’t mind it, but I’m concerned about whoever makes and buys these...”

Bulkhead: “I-I... Oh, wow, never thought someone would like me enough to make something like this! Thanks, I guess.”

Bumblebee: “Hell yeah, I’ve got merch! I’ve made it!”

Jazz: “Huh... Definitely a weird gift, but I dig it. Is there that many people who like me?”

Sentinel Prime: “Hah, of course there’s body pillows of me! I mean, have you seen my face? We’ll have to get you one, too.”

Ultra Magnus: “...Earth pillows are quite odd. Do all of them look like this, or is this a special kind? Can I have one of you?

Megatron: “Is this your idea of a joke? If so, it’s quite humorous, but... I think you’d put it to better use than I would.”

Starscream: “Well, of course they’d make such a romantic design out of MY likeness. Wait... What do you mean the Megatron ones are more popular...?”

Blitzwing: Icy; “Oh, wow. What a... Nice design. Thank you.” Hothead; “What the hell? They got my teeth wrong! This sucks!” Random; “Heh, we should get some more and string them up around base! It’ll be great!”

Lugnut: “This is nice, thank you. Do they happen to sell ones of Lord Megatron as well...?”

Shockwave: “I don’t see the point in this, but I appreciate the gift... The accuracy is surprising. They even got my antlers correct.”

Soundwave: “This... does not compute. What a waste of resources.”

Swindle: “As much as I love the look, I hope this is made out of some good material. Is it satin? What’s the thread count?”

Lockdown: “Heh... This is cute. You really like things like this?”

Blackarachnia: “Ugh... Some people are so weird, but you have one, don’t you? That’s actually adorable.”

Wasp: “I... Uh... Thanks? Weird...”

[emperor-kumquat]

Does romance exist in TFP? (Part 1 about love in Mercy)

This is going to require open-mindedness as I considered what is the most logical for their culture. Some of my videos got into this, but this is specifically about TFP universe rules which I apply to Mercy.

Let’s examine the only canon romance of the Aligned Continuity from the Covenant of Primus (p.37-38):

First off: the bots can fall in love and be affectionate. From the C.O.P. here is Solus’ and Megatronus’ relationship:

But get ready for two important cultural differences:

1. Love and the desire for affection is not based on gender

2. Nothing compels them to be in monogamous relationships

Cybertronians are not a sexual reproducing species, so there is no reason for them to pair off as hetero couples, or any kind of couples! But they are emotional, social, and biological beings. They form friendships and have enemies, they enjoy hugs and roughhousing, so they would feel strong attachments to each other now and then and enjoy physical affection from one or more bots.

Solus was actually polyamorous in TFP: 

Note that the relationships are described as “other states” that are all “unique”. The bots don’t have the same terms we do or the limiting idea that boyfriends and girlfriends pair up, stay together, and that’s the end of it.

The only one who had an issue with Solus being nice to other bots was Megatronus, and this only happened because he was sensitive and wanted more attention. He had a lot of self-loathing and rejection issues. Being affectionate to Megatronus and liking him doesn’t limit how Solus can like and treat the others. If the bots want to be sappy and cuddle other bots, they will. If they don’t want to, they won’t. But like the first block text tells us, Vector and Prima aren’t interested in that. This is like natural aromanticism.

Why was everyone else so into Solus? No, it wasn’t because she was gendered female. It was because she was the nicest of the Primes as the others become assholes:

Certainly, I think it is a bad writing choice to make your only female Prime here be the main love interest. They could have dared ship the other Primes around! But the story still gives the excuse that Solus was liked because “she was the most accepting of us”.

Just note some examples of how bots showed love/affection from these two pages:

-Protectiveness (not standing criticism of their loved one)

-Kinder moods (nicer to someone and harsher to others)

-Gift giving 

-Visiting often and spending extra time together

-Having long enjoyable discussions

-Leaning against each other

I will expand on this in more posts.

[istadris]

(very long) Unicron vs Primus: some headcanons, and side-story fodder (most relevant to TFA)

Foreword: Through being in the transformers fandom, i read many a headcanon and watched many a series. Common things i noticed, that not much thought goes into unicron, primus themselves, or how and why anyone would care abt Earth in particular, through the endless conflict, and usual neglect of casualties for other species. And kind of plot holes as to why they always gravitate towards Earth too. As i consumed more content and revisited ideas, and looked at more irl science stuff, HFY stories, and just the sheer bs going on here on a day-to-day business, i had an eureka moment. Basically my random headcanons chrystallized into a condensed version, even though some elaboration is required, so here we go!

Background elaboration: So what i got to know about the planet-brothers, is that they were made by either a higher being, or an ancient species, or both. At the beginning they were one, but got split, and their roles assigned. I think i read somewhere too, that while Primus accepted his role easily, Unicron didn't like it much. For a while there was balance. Eventually being hated, shunned, having a bleak existance, worsening relationships with his brother got to him, and not even being able to create only destroy, he became what he appears in most media as.

There are also hints of myriad deities, and creator species across the galaxy too, depending how much somebody invests to read every lore-crumb. Most galactic denizens acting like they are the top-of-the-world too, and claim their beliefs to be the right one, usually brandishing some legit minor or major proof of gift etc.. Especially cybertronians.

Humans can show up with none. Scientific research shows no immediate creator, as the evolution of life on the planet can be followed back to the beginning. Whether or not an asteroid bathed in a black-hole's jet and got naturally occuring organic molecules stuck inside it to chrystallyze into more complex forms before becoming life on Earth, or the process occured on-planet is irrelevant.

Either way natural entropy created the life on the planet, or an outside entity using it. Who is the regent of entropy and chaos in transformers universes? Unicron! So while he didn't build life by hand like Primus, he, with his "powers" created some life without even knowing! This aligns with him bein Earth in TFP too.

Headcanons abt the brothers, and their creations: 

The brothers: Primus always put duty, and protecting life first, so when he could't fight anymore, he created the 13, then the cybertronian race. He is formal and distant (usually), and gives every gift he can to his creations to keep em alive too. As a "parent" he is more of a helicopter-parent, spoils his "kids", yet stays hard to approach. May have regrets, or embarrasment towards them, but rarely hints it if true.

Unicron mosty has no idea about his creations, yet is involved a lot more. Like "father", like "kids", we live by consuming life, there aint no way around it. He gives no gifts, only hardships to survive, and "forge" you. If you want something, you gotta take it yourself. As a "parent" he gives tough love. What does't kill you makes you stronger, and he'll only relent if we can square up with him, so if we can survive him, we can survive anything. He takes time to process having creations, but once he does, proud af dad, loves his chaotic idiots to bits. Would definitely brag, and rub it under his brother's nose every chance he gets.

The creations: Cybertronians were built, given strong armor and weapons, given many gifts and relics, the ability to rough-adapt by transforming, long life, and power. They were told to protect life, they ended up usually doing anything but. Their civilization is stagnant, self repeating, and ends up with an ego and hunger for yet more power, that prevents caring about other species, or straight up hating them. They have a hard time accepting new ideas and often turn to violence and civil war because of this despite being the same culture, with some sub-cultures mixed in. The aversion to the different and the unknown can get so bad, that a whole branch of science can be missing because of it, best example: TFA universe. They seemingly (in universe pov) cannot reproduce without outside help. Their civilization is seemingly always on the brink of total war or starvation, have destroyed their home(s) in war and pollution too. Started out good, ended up destructive.

Humans(& other earthlings) were given nothing, only hardships to survive, and chaos to adapt to. Between the rules of nature and the multitude of chatastrophic events, no creation was spared, but those who survived became tougher. Humans were given nothing free: not the chance to be born, not health, not food, not safety, not weapons, just nothing.  Humans had to become the most enduring mf-ers on the planet to survive (se HFY stories), and only when they had become succesful already to have enough surplus of nutrients for it, could we afford even sentience. Like all earthlings , have short lives, but the ability to reproduce on their own. Independent without direct hands-on divine guidance and help, and capable to live together and cherish eachother despite entirely different worldwievs. Started out horribly, but always sought to better and humble themselves, and eventually took responsibility to take care of other life without being asked, including the role they evolved into. In TFA famine, homelessness ,or war aint an issue anymore for example. Everywhere people always double-check their leaders, and try to avoid conflict if possible. Started out rocky and destructive, ended up good.

Summary: Both creations reflect the part of their creator, that they are not often seen as, and fit together like yin, and yang. This would also explain their constant encounters, and differences. Like warped mirrors of their respective sides.

Idea for side-story(mostly TFA, but can be used elsewhere): Unicron having his scouts either deserted, or away, and him being still not well enough to move his own body yet this early, creates an avatar to blend in, and scout instead. He hears about the commotion on cybertron and diguises as an autobot. He is a grumpy punk old man usually. Thus he meets some humans stationed on cybertron for looking after Sari, or in other important roles. Humans are salty about the general treatment and situation. They flock to the Optimus crew or older bots when available, as they tend to be chill. This includes him, whom they favour most due to supporting them having an attitude back, and instantly connect in that. They adopt him as the local dad/old dude figure, like father, like kids. Shenanigans and hilarity ensues.

Side-story tldr: Organics in general, especially humans are regarded as Unicron's unholy spawn out of ego, turns out the second one is right but kind of wholesome way. Unicron finally gets his own gaggle of loving spawn, and they up to no good together. Possible character development, and funny stuff. Humans end up as the "equivalent" of succubi, more funny, wholesome, and lewd, as opposed to the usual killy followers and death-knights. Imagine the pranks, lol !

ps: (sorry for any bad grammar if there's any)  clothing and prev lewd headcanons fit right in here too ;) 

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My dear Mochifrog, you have no idea how badly I wish to read this fic as a full fledged project, and all the more if it does involves the Transformers Clothing Kink

[rawmeknockout]

Hi! I'm so glad requests are open, the wait was well worth it and I hope you're having a wonderful day! Steeljaw is so very cute and deserves everything. He is also very power hungry and loves his human partner in crime who helps him to overtake the earth so so very much(the cons would take better care of us than the gov at this point). Can I please have reader x steeljaw fluff !! He absolutely melts at her touch, pets and kisses and him loving being on their lap despite barely fitting his head

Oh, he wants nothing more than eternity with you. It's not too much to ask really. Steeljaw craves your touch, your words, your delicate lips upon his. He melts into every interaction, revels in your presence, as it is a direct gift from Primus.

He realizes that Earth, this tiny organic world, is Primus-ordained to be his. Why else would an Earthling be so eager to help him, be his chosen sparkmate? Truly this world was meant to be ruled by him. And you, his darling, will rule by his side with your gentle guiding touch. You will make a wonderful ruler. You are already so loving, so caring, so rational. And you speak passionately about how your own egotistical leaders have betrayed your people, how they use others like they are mere fodder for their greed. If Steeljaw doesn't take over, you and your people will be forced to suffer.

He promised you he would make everything better, and Steeljaw intends to keep that promise. Even if he has to sacrifice a million bots to his cause. The end will justify the means. And his end looks like you, in all your benevolent glory, leading a new world by his side. One where Autobots will no longer throw their weight around as the 'morally greater' faction.

Although he cares for his cause, his ultimate goal, it must come second to you. Steeljaw won't allow you to be in danger for this future. There will always be other opportunities to crush that pathetic Bumblebee, but there is only one you.

Steeljaw's giant paw flattens down you back while he watches you recharge, so enchanted by your relaxed face. There is only one you. Eventually, after Earth belongs to the Decepticons, he will see to getting you a mech body. Not without your consent, of course, but when your human body starts to fail Steeljaw wants to ensure you can live on. He presses a quick kiss to your forehead, reverent with every touch.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

👀 me looking at you tags-

YOU WANT SOME SHIT ON THIS???

DO YOU? ALRIGHT, LETS FUCKING GO.

Breakdown didn't belong here. He didn't belong with the higher ups, anyway. Breakdown belonged deep under ground with the vehicons. He embodied the term 'dirt digger', and he wore that like a badge of honor. It was why he knew he didn't belong with all of these bigger bots. Not bigger size wise, but bigger as in...well. More important. Soundwave, ex gladiator and possibly scariest guy he'd ever seen. Makeshift, creepy back stabbing shape shifter. And of course, Megatron himself. Revolutionary, mighty in strength as his ideals. Breakdown was just the hammer guy. No one gave him the time of day, unless it was for bossing him around.

Except one. Knockout. Knockout was...well. Great was his first choice, but that word didn't feel like it was enough. Knockout was their only medical professional, AND he was a scientist. Pair that with his good looks and charming personality, he was lucky Knockout even looked at him. But he did MORE than that. He chose to have him as his personal partner, someone to trust and work with.

"And he's got no clue how much that means to me."

He muttered to himself as he walked down the hallway. He called Knockout earlier, and asked him to meet him at a specific spot at a specific time. He wanted to give him his gift. Breakdown adored Knockout. He took him seriously, he knew what he could and couldn't handle, and not once did he keep him out of the loop or undermine him. Knockout...treated him like they were equal. It was why Breakdown worked so hard every day, why he was up before many, getting things ready for Knockout.

"You got this. You got this."

Breakdown never knew nervousness like this. He was usually the one to charge headfirst into things. But this required a delicate touch he wasn't sure he had. But he had to TRY. Even if Knockout was standing there, just around the corner. Even if, through the reflection on his mirror, he could see his features. Cherry red paint that glistened, long, tactile claws that both harmed and healed, and his face. Primus, he had such a nice face. White, illuminated by the prettiest red optics he'd ever seen. And his lips. Knockout's lips were something he paid attention to a lot. He took a deep breath, fumbling with the tickets in his hands.

"Just ask him. He's been wanting to see this show for months, just ask him. He'd love it."

He loved scary movies. The more bloody and crude, the better. Breakdown spent forever getting his hands on these (YOU try getting tickets to a human movie, especially when it's the biggest showing since cubed energon), he HAD to ask him out, or Knockout would never forgive him. He turned the corner, and froze.

Starscream.

Starscream was one of the mechs he was VERY intimidated by. He was a small mech sure, but he was clever, crafty, and. Well. Everything Breakdown wasn't. He was intelligent, being a former scientist, a leader, given that he commanded his own trine, and he KNEW he was all of things. Confident to boot. If his personality wasn't enough, Starscream was gorgeous. Long, slender legs. Long, well kept claws. Slender wings that even Megatron himself jerked off to. Breakdown respected him, tremendously. A mech who, sized be dammed, got what he wanted, through trickery sure, but he got it. He stared at them as they talked, clearly having not noticed him yet.

"I'm just saying, Starscream, you'd benefit having a time away from 'foiling Megatron'"

"Why do I feel like you'd waste my time?"

"Because you underestimate me. We're alike, Screamer."

Starscream scoffed. His face was huffy, like a moody cat, and Knockout loved it, Breakdown could see it on his face. That smirk was special. He knew it was.

"How am I anything like a grounder?"

"You know what you want."

"And just what do you think I want, doctor?"

"Everything. You, Starscream, want everything."

Starscream chuckled. Knockout knew Screamer so well. Knew how to woo him with words of wiggle under his paint. Why wouldn't he? They WERE alike. Starscream was incredible, powerful. He wasn't anything like Breakdown. He thought about interrupting them, starting to feel uncomfortable with how Knockout was really laying on the charm. That wasn't new. What was new, was Starscream actually acting interested. He froze upon Starscream holding out his claw hand to him.

'Don't take him, please. Starscream, please don't take him from me. I'm begging you, please don't take him from me'.

"I do. I'm impressed doctor, how you seem to read me like a book. It's as if you've been wanting something from me."

"That's another thing we have in common, commander. I want everything."

Knockout cupped his hand in his own, and brought it to his lips. If there was any hope, Starscream would hold a face of disgust. But he didn't. Starscream smiled. Breakdown suddenly ducked behind the corner, slapping his hand over his mouth so they wouldn't hear him.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, thought I heard something. Come, doctor. We want everything, we shall take it. From the cold hands of any mechs who trifles with us."

Breakdown stood there, watching as Starscream mumbled things into Knockout's audial as they walked away. Knockout had forgotten him. Knockout, the only mech who made him feel this sort of cowardice. He watched them In silence as they disappeared down a corridor. Of course Starscream could take his Knockout from him. Starscream saw what he wanted, and took it. No matter how much Breakdown begged. He did deserve him anyway. Breakdown was a spineless, lowerclass mech.

He didn't deserve someone as incredible as Knockout.

[karlyanalora]

For the prompts thing, maybe #5 with Smokescreen involved? (Just a suggestion you don’t have to)

5 is really popular! I did one in tfa here, but here’s one with Smokescreen for you. (With lots of hcs involved:)

The truth was, Ultra Magnus was not a jerk. The truth was, Alpha Trion is. In fact, the latter should have never been allowed to raise a new spark at all. The mech in his own Covenant confessed he did not understand any form of love and had no desire to, seeing it as a weakness. He was impersonal by choice, demanding complete self-suffience in everything from those under his command. It was a wonder Smokescreen wasn’t more of a wreck after being raised as the Prime’s guard.

Ultra Magnus was well aware of all these facts and very concerned by them. However, social interaction had never been his forte. Most of his concerns seemed to be resolving themselves anyway. But there was one wiggling in the back of his processor of a somewhat delicate nature.

Now Smokescreen was a Praxian and gifted by Primus with a wonderful set of doorwings. Now Ultra Magnus had known a few Praxians in his life. And he had learned through observation it was nigh impossible to clean one’s own doorwings and behind them by yourself. A mech’s arms just weren’t that long.

Now, this normally wasn’t an issue. For Cybetronians, bathing is about as intimate as you driving your car through the local carwash, which is to say not at all. So for them, it’s become a fun communal social bonding experience with all the fun, laughter, and mess of a bunch of children washing the family car. So having someone else help you wash your doorwings was never an issue because there was always someone there to help and it was all part of the fun.

The thing was, Ultra Magnus could not see Alpha Trion allowing such fun to happen in his ranks. And Smokescreen’s doorwings were looking a bit dingy. Saying so aloud would certainly embarrass the young mech, and suggesting he needed help would make him feel incompetent due to Trion’s influence.

Which was why Ultra Magnus was now trying to handle this matter delicately with Bumblebee and Optimus.

“You want us to stage a car wash?” Optimus asked in confusion.

“That is how the human youth would identify it, but our communal washing, yes,” Ultra Magnus clarified.

Optimus blinked at him. “But we do not have the time for that regularly. That is why we invented solvent showers.”

Ultra Magnus shifted uncomfortably. “Yes, I am aware of that. But a Praxian cannot operate a solvent shower alone, correct?”

Bumblebee nodded. “Yes, but one of the bots are always available to help me out. I appreciate your concern-”

“But has anyone ever been asked to help Smokescreen with his doorwings?” Ultra Magnus blurted out.

Bumblebee’s optics cycled wide. “Oh. I thought they looked a bit dingy.”

Ultra Magnus smiled, relieved. “I think Alpha Trion discouraged such bonding, and I believe Smokescreen is under the assumption he has to do everything himself. Help with such a simple task would be seen as a weakness.”

Bee nodded emphatically. “Ok, I see. You want to host a car wash because the kids know what that is and it’s fun for everyone. When Smokescreen sees I need help with my doorwings and it’s not a big deal, he’ll be open to us helping him.”

Ultra Magnus nodded and Optimus smiled.

“A fine idea, Ultra Magnus. I’m sure the children and the team will be thrilled.”

They were.

It was a huge mess and the kids were covered in suds by the end. Arcee was laughing for most of it as Jack tried to scale her to scrub her helm without slipping. Miko insisted on giving Ratchet a “manicure” and the medic sat patiently while huffing as the girl scrubbed between his finger joints with a toothbrush, though he was smiling. Bee asked Smokescreen to help him with his doorwings, nonchalantly mentioning how he’d never met a Praxian alive who could handle them by themselves. Wheeljack offered to help Smokescreen and the younger mech accepted. Soon the two were busy throwing suds at each other. It was all very nice and relaxing for everyone involved.

Well, everyone except Ultra Magnus. There was no polite way to deter Rafael from cleaning his tread and he spent most of the wash fearing he would accidentally roll forward and squish the boy. Optimus found his awkwardness very amusing.

[jazz-miester]

I will care for both of you.

Pairing: Mtmte Swerve x reader

Reader type: Gender neutral bot!reader

Song: Hozier- Almost (Sweet Music)

Warnings: None. Just fluff.

An: I came up with this after trying to figure out what bot wouldn't mind being in a relationship with someone who already has a kid. Swerve was the first one that popped into my mind. Let me know what y'all think!

He often wondered if they noticed him. Probably not but Primus did he hope.

He would catch glimpses of you here and there. And despite your frazzled state nine time out of ten, he thought you to be the most beautiful thing.

Even with energon smeared across your chest plates from the hyperactive youngling on your hip. Or the way you seemed to be asleep on your feet as you did not just your duties in ship, but cradle your child close to your chest. Hips swaying as you lulled the youngest bot aboard to rest.

He found you the most stunning when you found time to rest in the rec center. Everybots voice never going above a whisper as you sing them to sleep. You face softens and a rare smile graces your faceplates.

He makes sure you refuel to. Often bringing you energon from his bar. Stuff of the highest quality he could find. You needed all the energy you could get.

Many times you've tried to refuse him. Large hand wrapping around his smaller one as you insist that you couldn't take a gift like that for free. That it was to much for the little bit you do.

Swerve would just smile.

"If not for me then for them. I've seen the way you care for them y/n. Please. I." He caught himself. "We worry about you. You do so much. And you take care of little Jitter Bug here. Please. Take it." He would then pour you a glass so you wouldn't have to move an inch. The youngling pressed close to your spark would wine and fuss if you did otherwise.

And Swerve. Oh sweet, smitten Swerve would stay by your side until you have drank every last drop and then some. He would stay by your side until you yourself felt the call of recharge muttering at the edge of your processer.

Swerve would help you to your feet. Large hands despite his size resting at the small of your back as he help you to your berth room.

He wouldn't leave until Jitter Bug was put to bed and you yourself, exhausted and half dead on your peds, would collapse onto your own berth.

You would wake the next cycle tucked in with a glass of energon on your nightstand. A note tucked beneath it telling you to refull and get the rest you need.

The youngling bouncing just next to you would demand otherwise. It warmed your spark though. To be close to someone who cared not only for you, but Jitter Bug as well.

Many have used you for your frame. Dipping the moment they found you had a youngling.

Many enjoyed the process of making, but not that of actually caring for the after effects.

And Swerve. Primus. He made you feel such a way you haven't felt since you lost Jitter Bug's other creator. The youngling inconsolable since the loss. Seeming only to calm down in the presence of Swerve.

If only he knew.

And if only you weren't so scared to ask him.

So instead you let him wonder. As did everybot aboard. Why you and you alone would board a ship destined to sail deep into the unknown, with a youngling on your hip and determination in hand.

Swerve found out one night deep into the late cycle.

He had found you propped up against an unused couch in front of a dusty holo-vid screen. Unshed tears in your optics as you whisper sung to Jitter Bug.

He learned just what happened to your other half. The intense pain you had fine through to protect your child and yourself as they bravely sacrificed himself. The bond you two hand bursting like a fine energon filament. Sparking into shattering bursts as the last thing you felt was a burst of unconditional love until the door slammed closed.

Barely you felt thier pain and terror. Body torn apart as your little ship rocked before launching out into the night sky. Child pressed to your chest wailing as they lost the one constant they've had since their onlineing. Not once understanding why they could never feel it again.

Leaving you to grieve as they ever constantly searched and searched.

Your spark grieving for the other half.

Just now begun to heal as you fell for Swerve more and more

The song in your chest building till it burst.

And apparently his had to.

His lips found your knuckles. The tips of your fingers. The palm of your servo and the inside of your wrist.

Sorry's and laments spilling past his lips one after the other.

"It you will have me." Swerve began. Voice low in fear of waking Jitter Bug. But still washing over you like calm waters. Stilling your crying spark in it's cheat. "If you will have me. I will care for you both. There is not much I can promise you. But I can give you that."

And he did.

Time and time again.

Watching Jitter Bug so you could do your work. So you could rest. Teaching Jitter Bug how to mix drinks (Non alcoholic mind you.) He would spend time with the youngling to the point he was their first word.

Your spark warming as his optics swelled with tears. His name cried out again and again as Jitter Bug finally found the one thier poor spark was calling out to.

So did you. Late into the night. Bond finalized with a burst of light and a love so strong it swept you off your feet and knocked through your body to the point of passing out.

It was his love pressed to your lips. His love spilling into your chest.

It was his love singing through Jitter Bug.

It was his love that made you while again.

It was your love that made him find purpose after being lost for so long.