#Rodimus: Yeah maybe someone should kill him :)

[soundwave-radioandbroadcast]

I'm having more brainworms for the "Tarn and Rodimus are brothers" AU.

Like Rodimus having this dead look in his eyes. Like he comes off as very cheerful and happy, a jokester, maybe kind of guided by his ego but no one can, expect Drift but even he sometimes has to look away, look him in his optics because they look so dead and lifeless.

His optics so dead and lifeless because he never got a chance to mourn his "dead" brother, the trauma of the war and suddenly becoming a prime.

Maybe Tarn has much more warmer or like kinder looking optics, maybe because he could still hear Rodimus' thoughts and in a way that help ground him, help him stay sane while he commit horrid acts in Megatron's name and the Decepticon cause.

Maybe his kinder eyes make it easier for people to look at him, make it easier for him to kill people, because why wouldn't you trust the mech with the warm, gentle, maybe soft red optics who smiles so sweetly and voice is like honey, maybe how he kills you will be much quicker and merciful. Almost like a siren's song he abuses.

[thanksjro]

More Than Meets the Eye #32 - Nobody’s Ever Actually Dead in Comic Books

Our band of merry guys-who-weren’t-on-the-Lost-Light-in-issue-#1 approach the shattered husk of the Lost Light, in a gruesome scene that is only slightly marred by the graphic design.

Font doesn’t really suggest danger, does it? Here, for comparison, is something I slapped together in fifteen minutes (including recreation of background) using a font I got off a free font site.

Now, one could say that my version is rather derivative, flat, and arguably cliche, but you know what else it is? Appropriate for the fucking mood of having found a destroyed, hemorrhaging ship after everyone you knew disappeared.

I’m available, IDW! Hit me up.

Theorizing that this is the ship that the Coffin Rodimus came from- remember that? It was a few issues ago- the gang flies in for a closer look. The ship blood is actually something called quantum foam, which allows for quantum space travel to happen. It’s not supposed to be outside of the quantum quills, but the ship’s pretty junked up, so it is.

Because the ship is so very full of holes, the gang can set down for repairs pretty easy. They land in Swerve’s, finding it in less-than-pristine condition. They also find evidence of Crosscut having gotten creative, as a poster for the play he was working on is hung up in the room. Considering he was still writing it when he disappeared, this might seem a bit odd. But then you remember that this is a ship from the future, and it stops being so odd.

Because this is a future ship, with evidence that Crosscut did some stuff, it stands to reason that, at some point, everyone is going to come back from being disappeared.

Just to die.

Which is a bummer, but one crisis at a time.

Megatron disembarks the Rod Pod, with Ravage following, and everyone is just a touch put off by the duo. Everyone but Nautica, who proceeds to commit a microaggression.

Nautica, that’s Soundwave’s father you’re petting like a common animal.

Ravage, angered by this over-familiarity, swats at her. Skids questions letting an active Decepticon roam around, but Megatron brushes off these concerns, saying that finding any still-living crew members is more important. With that, the search begins.

The gang splits up to look for clues, despite Riptide thinking this is a horrible idea. They’re on the clock for this one- the quantum foam is liable to explode if it touches anything, and there’s an awful lot of the stuff floating around right now.

Nightbeat and Nautica leave the rest of the group to their own work, seeing as Nautica has the most appropriate alt-mode for traversing the gaps in the ship.

Man, that’s pretty cool. Wish Nautica hadn’t been regulated to being “girl best friend” for her character arcs, I would have loved to see her do some neat stuff for her own development. Guess that’s what happens when you get introduced as main cast late, and have to compete with all the faves who had dozens of issues to be established and who also don’t have to deal with the whole “token girl character” thing.

The rest of the gang- Megatron, Ravage, Riptide, Skids, and Getaway- start looking in the area they’re already in. Seems a little lopsided, but whatever.

Ravage finds someone almost immediately, identifying Ultra Magnus through smell alone. Only, it isn’t just Ultra Magnus.

The Magnus armor lays not terribly far away, having had its hands cut off to prevent the recall signal from being activated before being gut-murdered.

Gut-murdered wiTH A FUSION CANNON, MEGATRON

Of course, Megatron was forced to destroy his fusion canon after it was decided he would be joining the Lost Light, but you can buy these things off the black market like it’s nothing. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if Brainstorm had a few stashed in his lab.

As it currently stands, nobody can trust the guy who has a storied past of killing Autobots, on a future ship where the only folks who could stop him are dead. Megatron, at least, has the good sense to not argue this fact, and suggests that the boys lock both Ravage and himself up until they suss out exactly what happened.

Meanwhile, over with Nautica and Nightbeat, we run through all the weird shit that’s happened in the last day or so.

Nautica, you’ve been on this ship for months now. How did you miss the fact that the only couple within 800 miles got annihilated by way of Phase Sixer? I feel like that attack might have come up at some point.

Since they’re on the subject of spouses, Nightbeat asks Nautica if she’s married, or if she has friends. Though noting that such a direct line of questioning might get him slapped with someone else, Nautica reveals that she is single, though she does have a best friend. Nightbeat is also single, probably because he pulls shit like this.

While this conversation is going on, Nautica uses her Sonic Screwdriver wrench to open a door with the literal push of a button. Brainstorm tricked out her wrench so hard it turned into a magic wand, which is good, because they’re going to need all the help they can get now that space is literally warping around them thanks to the quantum foam.

Nautica kicks something on the elevator, and that something turns out to be Brainstorm’s mysterious briefcase. Too bad Swerve is gone, he was so invested in what it contained. Luckily, Nightbeat is just as interested.

Back over on the other side of the ship, it seems as though Megatron kept his word about not resisting, as both he and Ravage have been locked in a cabinet. Wonder how that’s going for them.

Oh, better than I expected.

Ravage is fucking pissed that Megatron joined the Autobots, thereby turning his back on everyone who supported his cause during the last four million years. Despite this grievous betrayal though, the Decepticons haven’t stopped moving. Turns out, Galvatron’s in charge now.

But only if Autobot Megatron isn’t some sort of ploy.

It’s at this point that we learn just why Ravage is here to begin with- to see if Megatron’s truly given up the Decepticons, and if he has, to murder him. But first he’d like to know why this is happening.

Megatron views himself as a monster, having perpetuated a war that ended the lives of billions, destroyed the Cybertronian way of life, ostracized his race from the rest of the universe, and killing just to have something to do. He doesn’t like feeling this way about himself, so he decided to walk away from that life by joining the other team.

Don’t think it’s quite that easy to do, but okay.

Ravage isn’t so sure that this change of heart is going to stick, still convinced that Megatron will snap back to his old self with just a bit more time. Problem is, Megatron may not have a ton of that resource left.

Didn’t they build that body in like an hour so you wouldn’t die? Yeah, no wonder it feels as ill-fitting as a twenty-dollar suit. Thing’s probably made out of pig iron and duct tape.

The lights come on before further self-reflection can be done, and the duo realize that they’ve had guests this whole time.

Someone put the kettle on.

Obviously some fucked up shit happened on this ship. Megatron isn’t so sure that it’s him who did these dirty deeds, however, as he reaches into Ratchet’s mouth and pulls out his brain. Which feels like something that doesn’t really absolve one of guilt, but okay.

Also, ew.

Back with Nautica and Nightbeat, things are getting weird.

Now, this sequence might seem confusing at first blush, but this is because the laws of reality are collapsing around them. Going by clues in the background, we can find the proper, linear progression of time, and thus is conversation. This is what is actually happening:

With the mystery of Brainstorm’s briefcase eluding us once again, we move on to see more graphic aftermaths of violence. Poor Tailgate has been nailed to the wall with a chunk of a metal beam that’s almost as big as he is. The mood lighting for this scene is gorgeous, but I’ve hit my limit for exposing y’all to gore for this issue, so you’ll just have to trust me on this one. Then they find something even more interesting.

Who’s ready for Under Cold Blue Stars… 2!

Back over on the opposite side of the ship, Riptide’s found something nasty. It’s a bunch of dead bodies!

Including, uh, Pipes.

Who already died a while ago.

Hm.

All the bodies in this room are in their alts, and it looks like they’ve all been shot and drilled into, for some reason. Skids brings up that he had a friend who could identify the placement of any robot’s brain module just by knowing what they turned into. Then he reaches into a corpse to see what the drill-hole’s all about. It makes him sick, though maybe not for the reason you might think. He gets on the phone with Nightbeat, who’s called to tell them that they’ve found Overlord.

Still locked in his weird body harness.

And decapitated.

Megatron is on the other line, calling because he’s figured out the same thing Skids has. Someone paid a visit to this ship. Someone nasty.

The gang regroups, and Nautica gets the basics on the DJD, because I guess nobody’s mentioned them even in passing in the last six months, either.

God, what do they even talk about on this ship? Certainly not their feelings.

The reason that one room was filled with alt-modes was because of Tarn’s addiction to transforming; t-cogs are easier to remove when they’ve been used recently.

We get a quick 4/5ths-page gore-fest, then it’s back to making it all about Megatron.

Maybe you should have thought about that before you FUCKING DEFECTED, YOU POOL NOODLE.

Nightbeat’s beginning to put two and two together. There’s an Overlord in the basement. That shouldn’t be, because Overlord got exploded by Chromedome when he mercy-killed Rewind. Something is off about the past of this ship.

Before he can establish his MTMTE everybody-lives-but-then-dies AU though, the quantum foam fucks with the ship. These sons of guns need to get the hell out of here, pronto.

Oh god, what now?

Ravage smells someone inside the Magnus armor, someone who isn’t a part of the usual nesting doll lineup. Megatron reaches into the Crackerjack box and pulls out one hell of a prize.

HE LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVES

Chromedome would be so thrilled, if he still existed.

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Can I get a scenario where the LL stop at an alien planet only to find a very injured and half dead bot. Turns out, this bot is Rodimus's S/O that was thought to have died in the war. When she recovers she turns out to be a very attractive bot by Cybertronian standards.

When you’d dragged yourself out of the burning wreckage of your crashed ship, you knew you were going to stay here for a long time. The ship was completely destroyed, communications down and you were in an unmapped starsystem, light years away from the nearest spacefaring civilization. You had a distress beacon but the odds of anyone even coming close to its range was almost zero. The planet you had crashed on was uninhabited, desolate. Nothing but rocks and sand as far as the eye could see. The only good thing about this hellhole was the fact that there was an abundance of energon so at least you wouldn't starve to death. Lucky you.

Your entire team had died in the crash. It had been too late to get to the escape pods so the only thing you could do was wait to hit the ground. The last memory you had of them were their frantic shouting and how captain had yelled at everyone to brace for impact. How you hadn’t died with them was a mystery. With all the injuries you sustained, you should have died. If not at impact then later, after bleeding out. Most of your armor had been ripped off, and what remained was scorched and warped beyond recognition. The right side of your body was the worst. Your right arm and most of your right leg were gone and the right side of your head had melted, exposing parts of your brain module. You didn’t have a mirror but you didn’t need one to know that you looked pretty fucked up. A part of you wondered what your conjux would say if he saw you. He always used to tell you how handsome you were. Would he still like you if he saw you right now?

Powering off your optics, you leaned against the wall of your makeshift shelter. Hot Rod. You missed him. How long had it been since you had last seen him? It had been so long since you last heard his voice, saw his smile, held him in your arms. Your thoughts often drifted to him. Of how he was doing. Was he still alive or had he perished in the war? You so desperately hoped that he was alive. That he was happy. If anyone deserved to be happy, it was Hot Rod. Such a bright mech, warm and passionate, like a flame. Ah, you wished you had made him your conjux endura back then. But you thought you had plenty of time to do so, that you could take your time. That you and Hot Rod would spend the rest of your lives together. What a fool you were. Life was more fickle than that.

A flash of pain coursed through your frame and you winced. You didn’t have long to live. Without a medic to fix your injuries you had been left to die a slow, painful death. Hah, and you always thought you were going to die in the midst of battle or something. Quick, glorious. You didn’t want to die like this. If you had the choice, you would fling yourself off a cliff and end it right now but neither of your legs worked anymore. What a cruel fate. To just sit and wait to die. But if you were going to die like this, then you were going to do so thinking about the love of your life. At least then you could pass away in peace.

For how long you sat there, waiting to die, you didn’t know. You could no longer turn on your optics, no matter how hard you tried and you could barely even twitch anymore. Death was imminent and you had accepted that. Cold, alone, you would die. So when you suddenly started hearing the sound of faraway voices you assumed that you were just hallucinating. Your mind was just playing tricks on you. Still, it was nice to hear since you had been alone for so long.

“-sure it came from here? Seems like just a bunch of rocks to me.”

Wait.

“Yes, I’m sure. The distress signal clearly pinpoints this location. Look around and maybe we'll find something”.

It couldn’t be. It was impossible! If you still had any power left in you then your optics would have been wide open. These voices, they weren’t just a figment of your imagination! They were real! Someone had actually found you. Your spark, that had been slowly fading just seconds before, suddenly flickered with newfound energy. Here! You were over here!

“Sure, whatever. I doubt it though. Seems to me that the ship crashed ages ago and killed everyone. Don’t think anyone could have survived that.”

No, you are wrong! I were alive! I were right here! I could hear you, you were so close!

“You’re probably right. Still, what a shame. I wonder who they were?”

“No clue. Anyway, there’s clearly nothing here. Come on, let’s get back to the ship, I’m dying for some engex right now.”

No! No, no, NO! You could hear how the bots were preparing to leave and were gripped by panic. Salvation was so close, this couldn’t be how it ended! Something, you had to do something! You couldn’t talk or move but you refused to give up. And so, in a last ditch effort, you sent the command to open your spark chamber. It took a few tries but finally, it opened up, indescribable pain shooting through you like lightning as it did. It made a loud creaking sound when it opened and while you couldn't see it you could imagine the light it gave off. The bots stopped.

“Did you hear that? I swear I heard something.”

“There? Behind that boulder! There’s light!”

There was the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching and then a loud gasp. They found you. Thank Primus, they found you. The bots started to talk again but you couldn't make out what they said as the pain became too much and slowly you started to lose consciousness. Not knowing if you would ever wake up again, your last thoughts were of Hot Rod and the sound of his laughter. Then everything went dark.

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When you came online again, the first thing you noticed was the pain. Or rather, the lack thereof. For the first time in you don’t even know how long, your frame wasn’t hurting. Then, there was the sound of machinery. A steady beeping, ventilators around you. The smell of medical grade energon. It took you but a moment to piece it all together. A medbey. You were in a medbay. Which means you were alive. You survived. You had been found and rescued.

Slowly, your optics flickered online. The light above you was almost blinding. Everything looked weird and for a moment you were confused until you realized that your optics must have been fixed. You had grown so used to missing one. Trying to move your limbs, you realized that your whole body felt numb, probably due to being sedated. Your arms and legs felt tons heavier than usual but you could turn your head without a problem. Tilting your head to the side, you saw a familiar back, one that you hadn’t seen in what what felt like forver.

“R-Ratchet?” you whimpered. Your own voice sounded unfamiliar to you. The bot turned around and just like you thought, it was Ratchet. Seeing you awake, he smiled and made his way over to you.

“Hi there champ. Didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” His voice was soft, something it only was when he talked to patients that hadn’t earned their injuries. “We were surprised when Whirl and Brainstorm brought you back and even more surprised when we realized who you were. You’ve been gone for a long time.”

“The- The wa-ar?”

Ratchet put his hand on your arm. “It’s over kid. No more fighting. A lot of thing have changed since you were gone and it will take some getting used to but don’t worry, you’re not alone.” You only nodded as you mulled over his words. The war? Over? It seemed so impossible in your mind but Ratchet weren’t the kind of bot that would lie about this kind of thing. But what were you going to do now? For so long, your mind had consisted of nothing but the war and- You gasped. Despite your heavy limbs, you tried to force yourself to sit up, only for Ratchet to stop you, so you settled for staring at him with wide, pleading optics.

“Ho-Hot Rod! Where is, where is Hot R-Rod?” Please Primus, let him be ok. Say he’s alive. Ratchet’s mouth twitched but he kept it under control and simply smiled at you.

“He’s alive and healthy, don’t worry.” Hearing that your conjux was alright was such a relief that you can’t help but sigh, closing your optics for a few seconds as your fear leaves you. Ratchet saw this and smiled a bit wider. “ Yeah, he’s fine. Still as daring and hotheaded as ever though. In fact, the moment he learned that it was you that we had rescued he tried to force himself into the medbay while I was still operating on you. It took the combined effort of Ultra Magnus, Drift and Skids to keep him from bargain in here and seeing you.”

You smiled at this and a light chuckle escaped you. “Can I- Can I see him?”

“Yes, of course. I’ll com him right away and tell him that you’re awake and ready to accept visitors. I have to warn you though. You were gone for a long time and some thing have changed and that includes Hot Rod.” You looked at Ratchet confused. He sighed. “It’s easier for you just to see it with your own optics and for he to explain it himself. But don’t worry, he might look a bit different but he’s still the same mech at spark that you knew all those years ago.” You nod dedand Ratchet smiled at you in reassurance before putting his finger to his com. “It’s me. Yeah, they are awake. You can-” Ratchet didn’t get the opportunity to say anything else though, as suddenly the medbay door were forced open. There was ruckus, voices shouting over each other and the sound of tackling metal frames. Ratchet rushed over to whatever was going on and joined in on the shouting.

“Release me! Ratchet said I could come in!” a voice shouted and oh, it sounded so, so familiar and you instantly knew who it is. Now that Ratchet was gone, you summoned all your strength to sit up and you saw-! Someone that looked kinda like Hot Rod. Except this mech was taller, slimmer and had just a more overall mature look. Ultra Magnus and a couple of other bots were trying to hold him back and for a second you just stared at this strange bot. But then his optics met yours and oh, you could recognize those optics anywhere. Bright blue and full of life. And that’s when you knew. This mech was Hot Rod. Your Hot Rod. And the moment your optics met he tore himself away from the bots holding him back and in a second his arms were around you, embracing you. “It’s you. It’s really you.”

It took a few seconds but then you were hugging him back. You leaned against his frame, so much bigger than he used to be, and takes comfort in how warm he is. Without any of you really noticing, Ratchet and the other bots left the medbay, closing the door behind them. You stayed in Hot Rod’s arms, unmoving, for what feels like an eternity but all to quick he loosened his arms around and leans back so he can look you in the optics. He’s smiling and you smile back at him.

“I have so much I want to tell you, so much that has happened, you’re not gonna believe it!” he said. “Optimus died, I became Prime, but then Optimus came back to life though I’m still technically a Prime and then Megatron decided to give up and stopped the war and now he’s the co-captain of this ship with me and Deadlock became an autobot and is now called Drift and he and Ratchet totally have feelings for each other and then it turned out Ultra Magnus wasn’t actually Ultra Magnus but a tiny bot named in a big armor pretending to be Ultra Magnus and we crossed over to a parallel dimension where we all died and then-!” Hot Rod suddenly stopped himself and just stared at you. “I thought you were dead. I tried looking for you but I never found even a single clue of where you could have been. I-I grieved.” Hot Rod stared at you and his optics told you more than his words ever could. All the hurt, the sorrow, the guilt. It was all so much. So you kissed him. For the first time in millenia, you kissed your conjux. At first he flinched but then he melted under your touch and kissed you back. Your arms circled around his neck, pulling him closer. And when you finally broke the kiss, Hot Rod looked upon you with nothing but love and joy. “I missed you.”

You smiled at him, bumping your forehead against his. “I miss you too.” Together you held each other in comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other’s presence. Until suddenly the medbay doors were opened again. Both of you looked up. A one-eyed, blue bot stood there with more bots behind him, staring at you. The one-eyed bot let out what sounded like a long whistle. “Wow Rodimus, you didn’t tell us your conjux was such a hot piece of aft!” Someone immediately started yelling at the bot and Hot Rod sighed.

“I should have guessed something like this would happen” he said while facepalming. Meanwhile you just sat there, confused as hell. Who the fuck was Rodimus?

[my-own-oracle]

MTMTE Megatron- Beautiful

Numbers 33 and 26 with MTMTE Megatron

33: you're so beautiful

26: i wish i could have you

To help with conversation flow, i changed 31 to "your already so beautiful." 

You felt utterly ridiculous, standing in the grand hall of some palace on an alien planet. As one of the resident humans on board the ship and humanities appointed "Handler for Megatron," you often had to join the captains and other officers of the ship to diplomatic events such as these. But it didn't make them any more enjoyable. 

You wished you could be with the other human crewmates and your cybertronian counterparts; they were going to enjoy the beauty of the city and see the sights. But your job came before pleasure. 

The other reason you felt so ridiculous was how you were dressed. While the bots were allowed to attend without any additional adornment to there armor, you had been told your crew uniform was not allowed for such a prestigious event. Maids had whisked you away and replaced your comfortable shoes and baggy clothes with an elegant silvery gray evening gown and heels way taller than any you had even dared to dream about.  

As someone who never had to wear heels, you could barely walk, let alone stand on your own. So that's how you found yourself, back braced against the wall, waiting for someone to tell you the fancy party was over. You watched as Rodimus animatedly talked to a few of the locals, Drift and Ultra Magnus not to far away should he get out of hand. You looked over to Megatron, the Ex-Warlord and your 'charge.' 

You hated that you had to report on the mech to your superiors. In all honesty, you knew all the human positions on the ship were just for show — a way to appease the human population. There was nothing you could do should the ex-warlord decided to return to his old ways. So instead of properly monitoring Megatron, you decided to try and befriended him. The progress was slow, at first, but now nearly a year into the assignment you felt really close to the mech. 

Never mind the fact he tried to kill humanity or the fact he was millions of years older than you. You found yourself falling for the Mech who wanted to make a difference. The mech who wrote poems in the dead of night and who despite his actions only wanted to help those who were suffering. 

"(Y/N), are you alright?" Megatron's voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You hadn't realized he had made his way over. 

"Yeah Megs, I'm good." He looked at you puzzled, but the mech didn't question your statement. 

"I was worried, you were staring at me, I thought maybe you needed some help." A burning warmth flooded your face. You hadn't meant to stare, nor get caught doing so. 

"I'm sorry Megatron, I-I hadn't realized." 

"It's quite alright, I-" he reset his vocals something akin to a human clearing their throat. "You've been standing on the edge of the room all night. Your not normally one to do so." 

"I know. I just- I feel and look ridiculous."  You waved your hands at the material adorning your body. "And don't get me started on them, taking away my work boots." You glare across the room at the butler who had taken them. Letting you know you could have them back after the gala was over. 

A smile crossed Megatron's faceplates. "I'm sure your clothes would have been fine. You're already so beautiful; I didn't understand the need to enhance it further." He reached out a servo, taking your hand. "But perhaps you will enjoy the evening with a bit of company."

You head spun a little, did he call you beautiful? Perhaps he didn't mean to use such a strong word... No, Megatron was a poet, he would never use such a wimpy word as pretty, there the word held no hidden meaning. 

 Megatron had not realized you were using the wall to stay upright. So when he pulled you forward, your unbalanced body pitched over sending you tubing into the mechs chassis. 

"I'm sorry-"

"My apologies -"

 You began to laugh. This whole this was just too strange for you. You could handle the craziness of the ship, but a simple fancy part was too much. 

"I wish I could have you." Your laughing was cut short. The phrase was so quiet, so soft you almost didn't hear it. Megatron was smiling; perhaps he hadn't meant to say it. But you knew that gentle tone of his. It was one he used when speaking of a future he didn't think he'd have; when he promised to show you something neither of you would be alive to see. 

"Who says you can't?" The words came out on their own, startling you and Megatron. The room is full of people talking, but to you, it's too quiet. 

"I did many terrible things; I don't deserve you." 

"Then let me have you." Your hands were clutching his arms as you braced yourself against him. "Let me be the one to choose you."

Gently he took your hand once again, bringing the back of it to his dermas. Mimicking the human customs, he's seen you watch on film. 

"If I am who you choose, who am I to disagree?"

[starvonnie]

Love Languages

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Fandoms: The Transformers (IDW Generation One), Transformers - All Media Types Relationship: Megatron/Rodimus | Rodimus Prime Characters: Megatron (Transformers),Rodimus | Rodimus Prime Additional Tags: Kissing, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, In a way, Suggestive Themes

Prompt: Patience

Also on AO3 “Be patient with him.”

That had been Drift’s advice when Rodimus broke the news to him that Megatron and him were now “a thing.”  He’d little more to say on the matter at all.  Just that he was happy for him.  Oh, and that he’d kill Megatron if he hurt Rodimus.  Which was fair.

Rodimus regretted that he hadn’t really asked for clarification on what he’d meant.  Be patient with what?  Did he just need a lot of foreplay or something?  

Whatever.  He didn’t dwell too much.

They kept to themselves for a little while.  Just long enough to spread the news to close friends and to smooth things over with Ultra Magnus before it got to the rumour mill. It took a week or so before they decided to just announce it (which was weird and awkward… but necessary), so now the whole ship knew.  Now they could just be a normal couple, right?

Rodimus strolled onto the bridge happily, for once. He walked right up to Megatron, touched his arm, and went to get up onto the fore of his pedes when Megatron took a half-step away.

“Good morning, Rodimus.”

Rodimus tried not to look hurt.  “Morning.”

Megatron awkwardly patted his hand, then got back to what he’d been doing.

Rodimus sheepishly made his way to the office, feeling optics on him.  The day passed slowly in a haze of rejection and paperwork.

The next day, he tried to walk normally and keep up a smile.  Again, he made a beeline for Megatron.  This time, he wasn’t engrossed in any work, and noticed Rodimus before he got to him. He went to do the same thing, and again, he stepped out of his reach.

“What gives?” Rodimus hissed.

“We’re at work.”

“Hmph.  Fine.” Rodimus stewed for a bit, but managed to lose himself in his work.  Plus, it was easy to look forward to the end of the day.  Megatron had agreed to go with him to Swerve’s for trivia night. If I must, he’d said.  

Still.  They wouldn’t be at work.  He couldn’t refuse a kiss then, right?

“I’ve got an idea to make this a little more interesting,” Rodimus said later, sitting across the table from Megatron.  

“Oh?”  Megatron looked wary.

“Well, I know most of the people here are on teams, but what if we competed?”

“I thought the point of this night was to be a couple’s thing?” Megatron asked, looking confused.

Rodimus shrugged.  “It’s not like a rule or anything.  That’s just what tends to happen.  But we’re both pretty smart, so I think it’d be fun to see who’s the smartest.”

Megatron shrugged.  “If that’s what you want.”

“Hold on, I’m not finished.  I haven’t gotten to the stakes.”

“I’m beginning to regret agreeing to this.”

Rodimus rolled his optics, annoyance creeping into his field.  “Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad.  I just figured that if one of us gets an answer wrong that the other gets right, the one who got it wrong owes the other a kiss.  Kind of a win-win situation, y’know?”

“Or you could just ask for a kiss.”

“Come on, Megs,” Rodimus whined.  “Can’t we just have a little fun?  Please?”

Megatron sighed.  “Alright, Rodimus.”

Fortunately, or unfortunately for Rodimus, they were both either really good at trivia or Swerve was really bad at coming up with trivia questions.  Either way, they hadn’t gotten any answers wrong.  It was time to take matters into his own hands.

“Whoops, looks like I got that one wrong,” Rodimus said, sarcastically feigning disappointment.  “Darn! Looks like I owe you a kiss.”  He crooked a finger at Megatron, pursing his lips slightly.

“Here?”

“… Yeah?”

Megatron shook his helm.  “Just keep a tally or something.  I’ll give them to you once we’re back at our habsuite.”

The rejection stung again, but at least he was able to soothe it with that fact that Megatron had called it our habsuite.

“Fine,” Rodimus muttered.

He had no trouble getting the rest of the questions right.

At least when they were walking back, Rodimus managed to capture Megatron’s hand and he didn’t take it back.  He seemed surprised at first, but then squeezed back with a smile on his face.  What weird rules did Megatron follow?

Whatever.  They were holding hands and heading back to their room together.  And maybe once they were inside…

Finally, Rodimus got his kiss.  He’d been so starved for kisses that the first one sent a rush of electricity through his frame.  His knees literally felt weak.  Really, every trope he’d ever heard was taking over his frame.  He did his best to steer them towards the berth, but he had no strength in his limbs.  Megatron had to be the one to do it.

“Satisfied?” Megatron asked with a little smirk.

“With you?”  Rodimus pulled him down again.  “Never.”

Rodimus wished the hands sitting courteously on his waist would slide lower.  After all, it had been long enough.  Too long, in Rodimus’ opinion.  If Megatron were one of his exes, they’d be getting into the kinky stuff right now. But here he was, stuck on first base.

Maybe he was just being cautious.  There were a couple conspiracy theories circulating around the ship.  One was that he’d manipulated Rodimus or was blackmailing him.  The other suggested literal brainwashing.  So… Rodimus would just have to make his intentions crystal clear.

Rodimus fixed Megatron with a lustful gaze.  He softly bit Megatron’s bottom lip during their next kiss and tugged on it as he pulled back.  With a sultry smile thrown over his shoulder, he guided Megatron to the berth and lay down.  He put his hands above his helm and spread his legs a bit, giving himself wholly to Megatron.  Wherever he wanted to touch, he could.

“Could you move over a bit?” Megatron asked, a little irritation in his voice.

Rodimus gave him an annoyed look, but obliged.

“For someone your size, you manage to take up most of the berth,” Megatron commented as he climbed in.

“We’re supposed to share,” Rodimus said.

“And that’s a two-way street.”

Rodimus stifled a frustrated growl and rolled onto his side.  He pressed himself flush to Megatron’s frame and kissed him again.  At least he seemed to be okay with this.  

Trying to be subtle, he slid his hand down Megatron’s frame. Just before it got to his array, however, Megatron grabbed his wrist.  He froze, his field crackling with confusion as he met his lover’s gaze.

“Sorry,” he said, when he realized how forceful he’d been. He lifted his hand to kiss where he’d hurt.  “Not tonight. I’m a little too tired for that.”

Not tonight?  More like, not ever.  Why didn’t Megatron want to frag him?  Did he not think he was hot?

“Okay…”  Rodimus tried not to let it show, but disappointment flooded his field.  His spoiler fell, too.

Megatron lifted Rodimus’ fallen chin.  He kissed him and pulled him close, instead.  It was nice, but… all of these rejections were piling on top of each other and weighing him down.

Did Megatron not want him anymore?  Maybe there was something to those conspiracy theories…

It didn’t help when he woke up in berth, alone. Tears pricked at his optics.  He was going to look so stupid in front of everyone when they found out he’d already managed to screw things up.  This was Megatron.  He should be happy anyone looked his way!  And why go to all the trouble of telling people and announcing things and even filling out paperwork because of their “working relationship?”

Well, frag him.  He can go to hell and he wasn’t even that hot and—

Rodimus cursed when he knocked over a glass on the nightstand and spilled energon everywhere.  He was already berating himself for forgetting about leaving it there when he saw the note.

Had to leave for an emergency.  It’s nothing major, and I can handle it.  

Ah.  He hadn’t forgotten.  But that meant he’d spilled what Megatron had left for him.

Sighing, but feeling a little better about things, Rodimus cleaned up the mess and mixed his own ration before heading to the bridge. He was thankful Megatron was in the office when he got there.  After checking in with Ultra Magnus, he went to the office, ensuring that he left the door wide open, since he could feel Magnus’ optics on his back.

“Thanks for dealing with whatever.  And for getting me my ration.”  He left out that he spilled it.

“You’re welcome, Rodimus.  I know you forget some mornings and the last thing we need is a cranky mech capable of creating fire.”  He smiled at him.

Rodimus chuckled.  He considered trying for another kiss, but decided against it.

He nodded towards the stack of data pads.  “A lot of paperwork today, huh?”

“I’ve got it today.  You go keep an optic on things out there.”  Megatron gave him a small smile.

“Okay.  And, um… we’re still on for tonight, yeah?”

“I wouldn’t miss it.”

 Rodimus had gone through every possible reason for why Megatron might be late until he landed on the only one that really made sense.

He wasn’t late; he wasn’t coming.

He dangled his pedes into the oil reservoir, pointedly choosing to not look at the stars.  Maybe then he could just pretend he wanted to be here alone.  It wasn’t meant to be romantic.  Maybe he was just checking the integrity of the oil, or making sure they had enough or…

Or maybe he was alone because he was so undesirable that even Megatron didn’t want him.  He was ready to slink back to his habsuite—his, not theirs—and cry himself to sleep when he heard the door open.

“I’m so sorry I’m late, Rodimus.”

“Oh, did we have something planned?” Rodimus said sarcastically.  “Well, there goes my plans to drown myself.”

Megatron sighed as he took a seat next to Rodimus. He refused to look at him.  He’d see anger in his optics, yes, but also the tears threatening to escape.

“I was on my way here when I saw Brainstorm… being Brainstorm.  I had to get him to stop what he was doing and then find some experiment to give him permission for that wouldn’t blow up the ship or tear a hole in the time-space continuum.  You know how he is.”

“Yeah, and I know how you are,” Rodimus said bitterly.

“I truly am sorry, Rodimus.  I wanted to be here.”

“Uh huh.  Just like you wanted to kiss me all those times, or, or frag the night before or like a week ago or when you wouldn’t hold my hand, or…”  Rodimus clenched his denta to keep himself from crying. He must already look so pathetic. He certainly sounded pathetic. It all sounded so petty when he gave voice to his thoughts.

“I’m sorry, Rodimus, this is… difficult for me.”  He sighed again.  “I apologize.  I didn’t realize this was weighing on you so heavily.”

“I don’t care.”

“Yes, you do.”

“Yeah!  Well!  If you don’t want me why did you even agree to date me?”  He turned flaring optics his way.  His anger fizzled out a bit when he saw the apology in Megatron’s gaze.

“Because I do want you.”

Rodimus scoffed.  “You’ve got a great way of showing that.”  He swiped at the one errant tear that leaked from his optic.

Megatron took one of Rodimus’ hands in both of his. He sighed, deflating.  “Let me explain.  I should have told you this from the start, but…”  He looked away.  “I suppose I was hoping I would just be able to get over it, but it’s clear that won’t happen just because I get to court a beautiful mech.”

Rodimus said nothing, but a blush tinged his cheeks pink.

“I’m sure you know that war can change someone.” He met Rodimus’ gaze, but wasn’t able to hold it.  “For me, one of those changes was touch.  Affection, really.  It’s…” He sighed again.  “Believe me when I say I want to hug you and kiss you and everything you want me to do.  And I will, eventually.  It will just take me a little longer.”

“Oh.”

Megatron brought Rodimus’ hand to his mouth and kissed it.

“But… I mean, you let me kiss you when we’re alone,” Rodimus said.  “So it’s clearly not the kiss that’s the problem.”

“It’s not inherently the problem, but, yes, it’s easier to do when we’re alone.  I was caught off-guard at Swerve’s.  But if we’re on the bridge we won’t be kissing.  We’re at work.  We have to be professional.”

“Fine.”

“For everything else, though, it’s… complicated. The want is there, but doing it…”

Rodimus put his free hand over Megatron’s.

Megatron looked up and smiled at him.  “I think I’m just having trouble letting my guard down. It has nothing to do with you.”

“Okay… so… what can I do?”

“If you want to do something, just ask me.  At least for now.  Whenever you…”  His face scrunched up in thought.  “You know when you hear a loud noise you weren’t expecting?  How your weapons seem to power up on their own?  Or your plating clamps down to prepare for a fight?”

“Yuuuup.  Fun stuff.”

“It’s like that.  In a way.  If I’m not expecting someone to touch me, well, that could be someone coming to stab me in the back.  Or you’re trying to get me to let my guard down to launch an attack when I’m not prepared.  And before you say anything, yes, I know how crazy it sounds.  I’m working on it with Rung.  Because I know you don’t want to hurt me.  I’m fighting my instincts here.  Instincts that kept me alive for millions of years.  I’ll get there, eventually.”

Drift’s words made a lot more sense now.

“Okay.  I’ll be patient with you.  But you gotta be patient with me, too.  Or understanding, I guess.  I’m pretty touchy-feely.  If I’m honest, I thought you’d just already gotten tired of me.”

Megatron chuckled and then gave him a sympathetic look. “I don’t think anyone could tire of you.”

“You’d be surprised.”

“Well, I can’t see it happening with me.  That being said, can I kiss you?”

Rodimus beamed.  “Of course.”

[tfw-no-tennis]

mtmte liveblog issue 36

time travel arccccccccccccc yessssssssss

I have been waiting SO LONG to reread this arc hhhhh yessss

starting off strong with the sexy roller cover. nice

I love the disconnect of ‘orion pax: outlaw’ compared to the last time we saw him in shadowplay where he was orion pax: supercop

he’s still punching people for JUSTICE or whatever so I guess not much has changed

oh my god this is the issue with the many many two-page spreads...the first time I read this issue I didn't realize that was a thing and GOD I was SO fucking confused. there's already a lot going on in this issue/arc but this made things so much worse hvbhjkdfbsk. I powered thru and still managed to understand most of the arc despite reading half this issue out of order (essentially) bc the website I read it on split the pages up and I couldn't tell they were supposed to be doubled (and also I'm dumb so I didn't figure it out)

anyways, the actual issue...windcharger is out here using his powers to rip a dudes arms clean off. wow!

and there's skids getting punched in the face. Ls

and glitch! a totally minor character of course...

MANNNNN I SO adore the panel of all the lost lighters appearing in a cloud of purple smoke, all posing epically....SO fucking good, peak sci-fi coolness vibes, A++

as usual jro killing it w/the titles, ‘elegant chaos’ is such a great name for a time travel arc

also reading the tfwiki has shown me that many of jros titles are song or album titles, to which I say - that's epic and I love it. with jro doing it, I feel like it straddles the line between referencing music and the very fanfic-esque ‘title things after music’ vibe. I love it

oh god I forgot they use bs cybertronian time units in this sometimes lmao...I mean of course they do but still like, what the fuck is a cycle. is that a day. I feel like these words all have no meaning/the meanings change drastically depending on continuity. I cant keep up and also I'm lazy and don't care enough to try

I love rodimus did u know

poor riptide looks so confused lmao

IS....IS REWIND PIGGYBACKING TAILGATE...THATS SO FUCKING CUTE....I cant fully tell bc of the page layout but ooomg so precious. minibot buddies

whirl saying ‘chuff’ just reminded me how british jro is hvbhakjhdsfbs sometimes it just Jumps Out in mtmte and I'm like Oh God Britain Is Real

I really like the mtmte approach to time travel and paradoxes and whatnot. its just complex enough to be interesting but not too convoluted that it bogs down the story. perfect sci-fi fun!

mannnn chromedome talking abt brainstorm :( I'm sad abt those two hhhhh

and I love how at this point, nobody in the cast ACTUALLY knows brainstorm well enough to know what he’s really doing - including chromedome, who’s ostensibly his closest friend, somebody he’s known for a while - and even the readers don't really know what he’s up to...I like the mystery tbh

cant believe rewind wrote orion pax’s biography, omg. completely forgot abt that detail

cd saying ‘I love it when he talks history’ about rewind....hhhh I love cdrw so muuuuch

godddd the line rodimus says abt whirl - how they need people like whirl around who are ‘happy to get in the way’ of danger and death - that shit haunts me man like...rodimus is basically saying that he’s bringing whirl along to potentially die in place of someone like orion pax (nevermind the fact that whirl dying would ALSO fuck up the timeline)...like, how deep does it go?? is he saying that bc he knows whirl has been trying to get himself killed for a while now, or just bc whirl likes violence? mannn I cant...the character intricacies...man

anyways...I love rodimus he’s such an interesting character. you have that fucked up moment and then in the next panel he’s saying ‘if you want to call it a time phone, I wont stop you’ about the quantum walkie-talkie. he has the RANGE

oh and then rodimus casually volunteering chromedome to do mnemosurgery on anyone who might accidentally find out about them time traveling, which is again fucked up on multiple levels. the raaaaange

vjaksbhdhfusajbfdjk that panel of the lost light squad just standing there like idiots reminds me of that post where someone said abt that panel ‘these characters have a collective 3 brain cells’ or something hvbjadkfnksfdl

rodimus IMMEDIATELY breaking his own rules by trying to reassure pax that they're good guys by pointing at his autobot badge, even tho the autobots DONT EVEN EXIST YET at this point...my boy PLEASE go purchase some brain cells from the store 

and the fact that rodimus introduced himself to pax w/his real name...shouldn't he go by an alias or st??? that seems like a good time travel rule since optimus and rodimus definitely know each other later 

and like, did they not anticipate that some of the people in the past would recognize some of the lost lighters hgbajkhdjfnjksf like cd and whirl get Instantly recognized...great job guys

they are all SO bad at this hvbahskjdhfbasjkf I cantttt luckily for them the orion crew is handing them easy alibis 

‘the dugout’ is that a baseball reference????

also I love the scenery here, the bg looks like rock but there's metal piping and stuff running thru it, its so cool...really adds to the whole ‘cybertron biomes are made of metal’ thing

‘ancient history’ rodimus are you KIDDING ME-

cyclonus time travels to the past and IMMEDIATELY finds a window to stare broodingly out of. icon

tailgate thinking orion pax is SUPER COOL continues here from shadowplay and I love it...tailgate is so cute

and the tg saying ‘don't you think that's awesome, cyclonus?’ hhhhh so cute

one reason I love this arc so much is that this is the arc where the gay Really amps up 

TRAILBREAKER.... oh man ;_;

are you telling me that this outlaw base they're in has ONE bed for all of these people. what the hell vhbaksjhfnsal

cant believe rung sampled roller’s steroid juice box

also cant believe robot steroids exist. except yes I can and I love it

oooh roller’s a 0/1%er? I forgot abt that 

cant believe orion pax just grabs some random phone that belongs to these weird new people and answers it. WHO does that

goddddd megatron and orion’s conversation....destroy me

HHHHHH like...the HISTORY....the regret...the missed opportunities...its all so palpable....goddddddd

and of COURSE, the whole thing is steeped in tragedy...the ideological differences that will become the foundation for a 4 million year long war...megatron, who believes that you need to burn things down and start again to really make change stick, and then orion, who says ‘reform is the answer, not revolution’....AUGHHH the intricacies. mannnn

‘you sound lost’ 😭😭😭

‘its tragic.’ yeah, that about sums up their relationship, especially at this stage and in this continuity 

anyways. [cries about old man megatron talking to young naïve orion pax] goodbye

AUGHHH and then we jump to rodimus ONCE AGAIN breaking his own rules and trying to save trailbreaker...IT HURTS MAN...god I love rodimus, I feel like him being broken up about crewmembers like trailbreaker dying is one part regular sadness over people he knows dying for tragic reasons, and one part personal guilt at someone under his command dying, even if he’s not involved/at fault. I love the dichotomy of this emotional reaction that comes only partially from empathy/emotion, but also comes from a kinda self-centered need for success as measured by people under your command staying alive. and taking into account rodimus’s life it totally makes sense that he’d act like that...GAH I love it. the complexity of it all!

orion pax saying ‘you should read [megatron]. it’s powerful stuff’ I'm screaming, so many LAYERSSSSS

I fucking love time travel AHHHHHHHHH like the opportunity for interactions like these....chefs kiss

‘hey, best friend! miss you!’ rodimus is such a shit hvbdajkfksjhfd 

‘very sus’ rodimus ahead of his time w/the among us lingo

oooh and then they realize that the senate is trying to kill the sparks...gotta save the babies!

tailgate scolding cyclonus for bluntly stating that you'd wanna be subtle when killing newborns...hhhvbhsdfhhhhhh I love them sm

ooooh and rewind has an interesting suggestion - that the senate is actually trying to irradiate the sparks into being outliers...rewind is so smart I love him

and the fact that he’s using history from his database...love it

rodimus sending cyclonus and whirl out like pokemon

ROLLER NOOOO DONT GO OUT THERE

also wow this is literally the 5th (I think) double page spread in this issue...the confusion I felt the first time I read this...lmao 

and now this is literally one of my favorite issues so I'm glad I know what's going on lmao

oh man rodimus telling cd not to erase trailbreakers memory even tho that could jeopardize the entire timeline... :( 

oh man I didn't even notice but roller getting debris blasted into his face like that makes the whole ‘roller is tarn’ theory even more legit considering tarn’s face scars....

‘tighter the better’ hhh don't say that orion. but also, that’s the companion phrase to megatron saying ‘the deeper the better’ hvbhasjkhdfbaksjlf

I do love the semi-campy action hero antics that orion pax gets up to. its just so fun, even when the stakes are high and things are serious

‘this is the greatest thing I have ever seen’ tg ily

THE REVEAL THAT THE SPARKS WENT TO NYON...so rodimus just saved himself, basically...time travel is so trippy

GODDDD ND THEN TRAILBREAKER...HVHHHHHh 😭😭😭 THATS SO CRUEL MAN

oh man that last panel of trailbreaker holding up roller’s juice box...iirc the first time I read this I thought that was roller (cause of the juice box I guess? idk I'm an idiot) so I was like oh ok he must've come back or something. very much related but I didn't really think about tarn being a particular pre-established character and totally didn't read the whole ‘roller is tarn’ thing that was going on 

which in my defense ruth also didn't pick up on any of that while reading this and eventually like 2 issues before the reveal I had to prompt her like ‘you should maybe be wondering WHO tarn is’ vhbahjksdfbaksjdf

so! issue 37! this issue is a solid favorite of mine, id say definitely top 5 or even 3. I'm super biased bc I fucking LOVE time travel, it’s seriously one of my favorite tropes ever, and this issue hits all the time travel beats I love. characters traveling to the past and interacting with people they know! conversations that have multiple meanings bc of TIME TRAVEL! trying to save someone who meets a terrible fate in your future! fun time travel action! the time traveling characters being generally terrible at hiding the fact that they're time travelers! ITS SO GOOD. 

and I love the clever way everything is tied together here - where we get a nice continuation of shadowplay, with this taking place shortly after that with a lot of the same cast, and time travel classics like the good ole ‘if we hadn't travelled back in time and done what we did, the future we came from wouldn't have existed at all,’ in the flavor of ‘rodimus saving his baby self’ and ‘rodimus NOT saving trailbreaker’ and ‘everyone forgot about roller :(’ 

ok but like, did the lost lighters just go ‘oh well, guess rollers gone now.’ like they DID realize that the outlaw crew would have no idea what happened to him if they got their memories erased, right?? did the lost lighters figure that since roller never reappeared after this time period, that was how history was ‘supposed’ to go and they shouldn't mess with it? am I overthinking it? as usual: yes, probably. I love overthinking about comics, in case that wasn't obvious

basically...I love this issue soooo much. so so good and a bunch of fun tropes that I love. I mean the whole arc is like that for me since I love time travel so much. so I cant wait to (re)read more!!

[dildo-swaggins-t-baggins]

Fun Sized

Note: This is valve plug and I’m really hoping not to be killed! Ya been warned.

I’ve been chatting with @cili-ai about this and uh, yeah, fun sized Thunders, that’s some hot shit. Enjoy!

Give me mini Thunders!

“Furthermore I highly suggest we have groups of 5 in the hangars at all times, due to the fact that the fire suppression system is constantly activated and we can’t track down who is setting it off.” Minimus continued, gesturing to the graph and photos, the hanger was packed with foam. “I would also like the security cameras to be left alone while we place hidden ones to catch the culprits.”

    Megatron nodded. “That’s very thought out, I can look into who would be best to place the cameras and who we should assign to monitoring them.”

    “I’ve always checked with Perceptor and Brainstorm to see if they can make a batch of cameras.” Minimus added.

    Rodimus nodded along and rubbed his helm. “It’s a good idea, I’m down if you’re down.” He grumbled, the past few cycles have been hard for him, and not just him. His well soon to be Conjux had an emergency operation, and he shouldn’t be bothered by it, and for the most part he wasn’t. Rodimus really missed the comfy big frame to curl up by, he missed listening to Thunderclash’s engine’s rumble under him, or his big servos wrapping around his waist.

    He didn’t really mind the change, or well he had yet to see it, Velocity kept giving him updates on Thunderclash’s condition, and what they would be doing next. She explained it to him, and explained it again, and again. So far all Rodimus understood was that Thunderclash’s spark couldn’t support his bigger frame anymore. And the best way to keep Thunderclash online was to transfer his spark and processor to another frame, somehow they could do that? From there Thunderclash’s spark would be nursed back to full health and his true frame would be stored away until he could support it again.

    For the past few cycles Rodimus recharged alone, and he hardly caught any recharge, his berth seemed too big and there wasn’t a massive frame to cuddle him at night. Thus, Rodimus hardly caught any recharge and his frame was in knots worrying about his Thunders.

    “Rodimus?”

    “Hm?” He blinked.

    Megatron glanced at Minimus and the two shared a look, they nodded. “Rodimus you should get some rest, we can handle it from here.”

    He vented and rubbed his optics. “No, no I can get through this.”

    “Rodimus, you’re over exerting yourself, you should go to your hab and rest.” Minimus pressed.

    He didn’t want to be alone, he really didn’t want to be alone in that hab, and getting overcharged at Swerve’s sounded like someone was going to throw a pickaxe through his helm. He just wanted to curl up next to Thunderclash and rest his helm on Thunderclash’s chassis. “I’m fine. I-”

    “Rodimus, why don’t you spend some time with Drift, I’m sure he can get you to relax.” He smiled, optics softening.

    That wasn’t a bad idea, and Drift did help ease his anxiety. “Okay, but don’t set my ship on fire.” he huffed and rose to his peds, sending Drift a quick ping asking to spend a few nights at his hab. Hopefully Ratchet wouldn’t hog the berth like last time. 

    He quickly left the meeting room and made his way to the medbay, spotting Velocity standing out the doors, her back was turned towards him and she held her servos together tightly. “Hey Lotty.”

    She jumped. “Oh Rodimus! Ho- Rodimus you need to rest.” She scolded him.

    “That’s the plan,” He smiled. “I’m gonna grab a few things from my hab and spend the night at Drift’s, just wanted to check on Thunders.” 

    “Oh, he’s alright, still recovering, his processor is still figuring out the size difference, I’m telling him to take it slow for now. I would let you see him but he just fell into recharge.” She smiled warmly.

    “Ah alright, ping me when he’s up, I’d like to see…” He snorted. “My lil man.” He laughed leaving Velocity on her own as he lazily made his way to his shared hab, making a mental list of what he had to pick up from his hab, the plush dragon that was Thunderclash’s, his favorite board, polish, maybe that one data slug that Thunderclash lent to him (the valve plug one). Rodimus shrugged and keyed in the code to his hab.

    He stepped in and froze, the door shut behind him and with a flick of his wrist it locked, his spoiler twitched and Rodimus felt his frame started to wake up.

    There was Thunderclash, a very tiny Thunderclash, Rodimus knew that aft anywhere, someone did their homework. His boyfriend was in a miniframe, a little taller than Minimus, his new frame hadn’t been painted yet, so it was brand new. Thunderclash was brand new. 

    Thunderclash hadn’t noticed him yet, how could he was was currently occupied, his tiny servo clenched down on the tarps, his helm was buried in one of their millions of pillows. His silver aft was hanging up in the air, his legs trembled and his tiny peds curled up. But the best part was that his panels were parted and two digits were buried deep inside of him.

    Rodimus reset his optics, energy that he had no idea he had raced through his frame, a devilish smirk spread across his face plates. 

    Thunderclash moaned, his hips sinking down on his digits. “Roddy.” He whimpered, his swollen valve lips parted as another digit slipped into him. His peds didn’t even make a sound as he knelt down, he felt the heat from Thunderclash’s exposed valve, Rodimus waited and watched as those puffy lips clenched down on Thunderclash’s digits. He licked his lip plates and maneuvered his servo just between Thunderclash’s thighs. Then he softly pressed against the swollen outer node.

    Thunderclash moaned, then he stopped and his helm spun around, confusion melted into bliss as his sweet red optics softened at the sight of Rodimus. “C-Captain.” He whimpered, his hips started to wiggled again as he tried to grid down on that digit. He always had this kink, where he loved to tall Rodimus Captain in berth, especially if Rodimus was spiking him, and admittedly it was a turn on.

    Lazily Rodimus circled that node, pressing against it and then his digits trailed upwards, stroking the valve lips, he pulled Thunderclash’s digits away. He brought one up to his intake, licking off the lube from Thunderclash’s valve. Thunderclash watched with half closed optics as Rodimus sucked everything clean off and set his servo aside. Now that Thunderclash was watching him, Rodimus decided it was a perfect time to gently massage Thunderclash’s valve, just around his outer node. 

    “Captain.” He whined and started to hump Rodimus’ servo.

    Rodimus purred and rested his helm on his servo, watching the lewd display. “So tiny, fun sized Thunders.” He snorted. “Mind if I find out how new this frame of your’s is?”

    Thunderclash moaned and shook his helm. “Please Captain.” 

    His engine roared and Rodimus ran a digit up and down those wet lips, only to slip it in, but only the very tip. Thunderclash shivered and moaned, charge ran up his frame and tiny blue bolts flickered across his plates. Rodimus slowly slipped his digit in, feeling the heat from Thunderclash’s tiny valve, how his lube would sink between Rodimus’ plates. He pushed his digit in, all the way to his knuckle, then spotted, feeling something, it wasn’t Thunderclash’s ceiling node, or his gestation entrance. This was smooth, and flat and when he pressed against it Thunderclash didn’t react.

    Rodimus’ spoiler flapped as he figured it out, Thunderclash’s new frame was still sealed. 

    It would be easy to break it now, he could flick it and shove his digit tight against Thunderclash’s ceiling node. But the idea of breaking his seal, that was something he wanted to do with his spike. Rodimus hummed and pulled his digit out, hearing Thunderclash cry out and clench down on it. He stared down at the thick lube that covered his digit, then back at Thunderclash’s hips, that now ground down at nothing, begging for his touch again.

    Rodimus vented. “Alright, but tell me if it gets to be too much.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Thunderclash’s helm. Thunderclash nodded and his wide optics followed Rodimus’ movements. Two digits pressed into those valve lips, Thunderclash shuttered and moaned. “What do we say?”

    “Captain, please!” He moaned as the digits pressed in further, stretching his tight little valve, lube started to drip from his lips and pool between his peds.

    “What?”

    “Captain, please give me an overload.” He whimpered hips bucked down on those digits.

    Rodimus rumbled and took his other servo and held Thunderclash’s hips still. “Good mech, now just enjoy it.” He smirked, rolling his digit around and around, striking brand new nodes and sending charge through Thunderclash’s tiny frame. He was loose now, or somewhat loose, stretched just enough that Rodimus stuck in a third digit and Thunderclash squealed. Rodimus held his aft still and thrusted his digits in and out, forming a pace, meanwhile Thunderclash could only lay there as his valve was stuffed. “Such a good mini, so tight, so wet. Hmm, I wonder what my spike could do to you?”

    Thunderclash sobbed, optics flickering as his charge started to build to unsafe levels. Rodimus watched his boy friend, watched his digits slip through those stuffy lips, and plumet deep into Thunderclash’s core, Thunderclash’s peds started to curl up and he started gasping. The only warning signs Rodimus had before Thunderclash overloaded. And he did, Thunderclash sobbed out ‘Captain’ and his frame stilled as Rodimus struck as many nodes as he could. Charge raced up and down his frame and Thunderclash collapsed into a pile.

    Rodimus slowly pulled out, hearing a faint pop, and Thunderclash’s whimper. He yanked a rag from his subspace and cleaned up Thunderclash’s oversensitive valve, then his servo. Gently slipping the panel back into place. “Okay?”

    Thunderclash nodded, optics still watering.

    Rodimus stood up, his frame cracked and he scooped up Thunderclash, his boy friend whined in his grasp, charge still running over his frame, it shocked Rodimus every now and then. If he wasn’t so tired he would’ve taken this as a chance to see what that new valve could really do, what he could do to Thunderclash’s new frame. Instead he settled to flopping down, pulling Thunderclash up to the pillows and laying his helm down on Thunderclash’s chassis.

    “Thank you Captain.” Thunderclash mumbled, his optics starting to dim.

    “No problem, my fun sized Thunders.” He smirked and kissed Thunderclash’s intake, just as Drift sent him a ping. He sent one back saying that he was going to recharge in his own hab tonight. 

[nonbinarybrainstorm]

Request: OTP from any continuity doing yoga together

I interpreted this as being my OTP so I hope that’s okay. Anyway, yoga time

Additional: oral, multiple orgasms, fingering, cum eating

Rodimus knew it was stupid to agree to this and yet here he is.

“Keep your palms flat and relax your head, let it hang down,” Thunderclash’s calm instruction reverberates through the air so close he can feel it against his plating, too close.

Rodimus follows the instructions and sighs, taking deep vents as Drift had taught him to do when meditating. He’s trying to ignore the proximity, the embarrassment of being talked through this with Thunderclash.

“You need to stretch your back up,” Thunderclash splays his hand over Rodimus’s belly and gently guides his torso into a shallow curve that stretches the cables in his back pleasantly, “like so.”

Thunderclash’s hand is warm and firm against Rodimus’s plating, leaving a lingering warmth as he slides it away. Rodimus takes a very deep vent. He pushes away the physical sensation with the help of the little mental exercise Drift had taught him where he centers on one point, one object. He really shouldn’t have mentioned his interest in learning yoga to Drift, he really shouldn’t have accepted Thunderclash’s generous offer when Drift turned out to be busy. Rodimus was trying to be better, trying not to let Thunderclash get under his plating but now he was on his plating, all around him and Rodimus was finding it was starting to get hard to vent.

“This is the ‘cat pose’” Thunderclash taps Rodimus to let him know they’re shifting positions, “It’s a pretty good beginner’s pose. I’m not going to start you on anything too advanced today.”

“Okay,” Rodimus nods and swallows, “Sounds good.”

“Lie on your back,” Thunderclash’s words hit Rodimus like Optimus in his altmode.

His processor provides very unhelpful and distracting scenarios that Thunderclash could give that command and he tries to distract himself from those thoughts but the only present distraction was Thunderclash maneuvering him into the set up for the next pose. His touch glides over Rodimus’s arms, straightening them out then he moves to bend Rodimus’s legs so the flats of his pedes are on the floor.

“Now, push up your hips until you feel a stretch in your cables,” Thunderclash keeps one hand on Rodimus’s knee as he talks and that’s almost distracting enough for him to miss half of what Thunderclash says.

Rodimus pushes himself up and vents out, keeping his optics firmly on the ceiling and not on Thunderclash’s stupid, encouraging smile. He begins to relax just as Thunderclash puts one hand on his lower back, easing him up further until his cables burn pleasantly. The fact that Thunderclash knows where his limits are doesn’t bother him nearly as much as how he doesn’t process the name of this pose or what it’s supposed to do. All of his attention is pinpointed on Thunderclash’s touch as he eases Rodimus out of the pose, going so far as to soothe the abused struts with a sympathetic rub.

“Now you’re going to stay on your back but you’re going to put your pedes together,” Thunderclash nudges Rodimus’s pedes towards each other.

Rodimus tries to follow his instructions but becomes focused on the position of Thunderclash hovering between his now splayed-out legs. Not realizing how far he could really go, Rodimus finds himself surprised as Thunderclash pushes down on his knees so his legs almost reach the floor. Rodimus sucks in a vent at the sight in front of him. Thunderclash with both his hands on his knees, pushing his legs apart while looming above him.

“This is the ‘Reclining Bound Angle Pose’” Thunderclash eases Rodimus’s legs back up, “It helps with flexibility in your hips but it looks like you don’t need much more work there. You’re already pretty flexible.”

Rodimus feels the warmth that’s been steadily building skyrocket with Thunderclash smiling down on him. A brief, fleeting thought passes in Rodimus’s mind that most of Thunderclash’s would probably kill to be where he was right now.

“How about we move on to the next one?”

Rodimus just nods, not trusting his voice in this instant. Thunderclash slides his hand up one of Rodimus’s legs, sending little prickles of pleasure through Rodimus’s sensor net and then grips his pede and lifting it up into the air. The room feels warm as Rodimus’s vents start to get heavy and he doesn’t hear what Thunderclash is saying beyond the deep baritone of his voice. It’s a slight shift in position, just a twist of the hips as Thunderclash tries to reach out for his hand and his thigh brushes Rodimus’s panels and to Rodimus’s embarrassment they all but fly open. He’s not fast enough to close them as Thunderclash looks down at the tell-tale noise of minor transformations and freezes.

“M-maybe we’ve had enough for one day,” Thunderclash flexes his hand on Rodimus’s pede but makes no attempt to move.

Feeling bold, Rodimus lets his other leg fall to the side, widening the space between his legs and tries to smirk up at Thunderclash but it comes out more like a heated grin. He can feel his face color as Thunderclash’s optics darken.

“Maybe we could go a little longer?” Rodimus hears the excited tremor in his own voice, feeling suddenly empowered by Thunderclash’s heated gaze and the possessive hand that finds its way onto his thigh, “I’m sure there are plenty other positions you could show me.”

Thunderclash moves back and Rodimus is worried for a moment that he misread everything but then Thunderclash’s voice breaks the quiet.

“Kneel.”

A shiver runs down Rodimus’s spinal strut and he quickly pushes himself up onto his knees. Thunderclash wraps one arm behind his waist and leans over him, that strong frame of his completely enveloping Rodimus. This was definitely a bad idea, he was exposing himself, exposing how much he wants Thunderclash’s attention but Rodimus couldn’t find it in himself to care as Thunderclash has him bend backward. Rodimus balances on his arms and tenses at the feeling of Thunderclash’s lips trailing kisses over his chest. Thunderclash rubs over his thumb over Rodimus’s node as he dips the tip of one finger into him then slides it completely, finding Rodimus already slick and ready.

“Do you think you could hold this position for me?” Thunderclash’s vents tickle his plating, making him shiver.

“Y-yeah, I-I think so,” Rodimus gasps as Thunderclash hits another cluster of nodes, “Just don’t stop.”

Thunderclash chuckles, the soft rumbles shaking Rodimus’s frame, “Is this what you had in mind when you asked to learn yoga.”

Rodimus moans, fighting against his urge to close his legs around Thunderclash’s hand as Thunderclash removes his arm from under him, leaving him to support himself.

“Ha, no,” Rodimus says with a sharp vent in as Thunderclash adds another finger, “Just wanted to know what all the fuss was about…”

“Well then, I’m very glad that I get to be your teacher,” Thunderclash purrs as he curls a hand around Rodimus’s spike.

Rodimus clenches his fists as Thunderclash strokes him in time with the rubbing on his anterior node and the slow pumping of his fingers in and out of him. It’s all too much and not enough at once.

“It’s your fault,” Rodimus gasps as Thunderclash gently scissors him open, “Those hands of yours… they should be illegal.”

Thunderclash doesn’t say anything to that as he continues to work Rodimus. It’s a long enough pause that Rodimus is tempted to try to get back up but then Thunderclash is taking his spike all in one go into his mouth, removing any willpower Rodimus had to get up. Rodimus pushes himself up as much as he can into that hot glossa that’s lapping at the underside of his spike as Thunderclash pushes deeper into his valve. He couldn’t think, didn’t want to with Thunderclash’s hot mouth sucking on his spike and those thick fingers. Without warning, Rodimus feels himself tip over the edge as Thunderclash hits his interior node and sucks hard on his spike so he’s spilling into Thunderclash’s awaiting intake while his valve clenches hard around Thunderclash’s fingers, mercilessly pumping into him. When Thunderclash finally releases him from his hold, Rodimus lowers himself with his arms fanned above his head with his knees bent, and just pants as he recovers. When he has enough sense to look up to Thunderclash, his face grows hot as that bastard actually licks his lips with that sinful glossa of his.

“Think you can take more?” Thunderclash smirks above him and Rodimus does his best to keep himself from pouting.

Never one to back down from a challenge Rodimus responds, “What? You’re tired?”

Thunderclash beams at him, sending a fluttering feeling through Rodimus’s spark and he has to look away from Thunderclash, his face far hotter than before.

“Good,” Thunderclash takes ahold of his legs and with that ridiculous strength of his, begins picking them up, “I have something I’ve always wanted to try. Let me know if you feel any discomfort.”

Thunderclash lifts Rodimus’s legs completely and moves them so his pedes are together on the floor and above his head with his aft high up in the air.

“Frag, Rodimus, how are you so naturally flexible?” Thunderclash says above him, somewhat obscured by his legs in front of his face.

Something about hearing Thunderclash, someone who’s supposed to be the ultimate example of a true Autobot actually curse sent curls of heat through Rodimus’s chest. He has to take a second to clear his intake before replying.

“What can I say?” Rodimus laughs, “We speedsters are just built for maneuvering.”

“I suppose so,” Thunderclash hums, running a hand over Rodimus’s aft and down his leg, “Do you know what they call this pose?”

Rodimus has to get himself to ignore the very distracting rubbing over his aft, “N-no…”

Thunderclash chuckles to himself and whispers cheekily, “The ‘Plow Pose’.”

Rodimus snorts a laugh then gasps as Thunderclash moves his legs apart, squeezing his thighs as he does so.

“I am modifying it somewhat so I can…” Thunderclash clears his intake awkwardly before continuing, “have better access.”

Before Rodimus can ask what he meant by that, Thunderclash situates him between Rodimus’s legs, kneeling above him to line up his spike with Rodimus’s valve. From this angle, Rodimus can see everything including Thunderclash’s thick spike that’s lined with red biolights at every white stripe that contrasts with the dark blue ones that lead to a broad, dark blue tip. It reminded him of those candy canes popular on Earth. He can also see Thunderclash’s wet valve and he’d reach up and touch it if his arms weren’t firmly flung out behind him. He watches as Thunderclash pushes into him, his valve lips stretching out for his spike and he moans as he feels and watches the spike enter him slowly. Thunderclash thrusts slowly in and out of him while he watches completely enraptured as the lubricant covered spike moves, moaning deeply every time it disappears into his valve. Lubricant and pre-transfluid begin to dribble down from his valve and onto his plating as his spike weeps pre-transfluid onto his belly. Thunderclash thrusts faster now, hitting Rodimus deep and shaking his frame, pounding into him relentlessly. His fingers dig into Rodimus’s thighs as he slams his hips forward, panting and moaning at the feeling of Rodimus’s hot valve tighten around his spike. With a cry, he overloads deep into Rodimus. Feeling Thunderclash’s hot transfluid fill him with a burst of charge, Rodimus overloads, his spike spilling transfluid onto his belly as his valve milks Thunderclash’s spike for every last bit of transfluid.

Thunderclash slowly pulls out of Rodimus, lubricant and transfluid following his spike, gushing out and dripping down onto Rodimus’s face. He moves Rodimus carefully so he’s laying completely flat, running his hands down the length of Rodimus’s body, taken in by the beauty of his plating covered in pink transfluid and heavy condensation. Bending down, he kisses the mixed fluids off of Rodimus’s face and as he’s pulling away, Rodimus pulls him back down into a real kiss. It’s slow with their glossas pressing lazily against each other, the press of Rodimus’s lips against his sending him into a spiral. They part far too soon for Thunderclash’s liking, venting hard. He scoops Rodimus into arms and settles him into his lap so he can hold him close as he peppers kisses over his face and neck.

Rodimus sighs with deep content and snuggles into Thunderclash’s broad chest, “We should do yoga together all the time.”

Thunderclash laughs and presses his forehelm against Rodimus’s, “I would like that.”

[libermachinae]

Notes: Promised myself whirlcee in exchange for submitting a job app ^^ Humanformers, Whirl is a lesbian who uses he/him pronouns and Arcee is Arcee. Rated G, word count 995.

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Arcee is already home when Whirl gets there, which means the last beer’s out of the fridge and he has to stick one in the freezer.

“Did you get paper towels?” she asks without looking up from her phone. Whirl almost regrets bullying her into getting it, but the blurry flip phone selfies were getting embarrassing. Plus, the screenshots of Instagram pirate cats captioned, “It’s you,” are pretty cute.

“There weren’t any.” He drops onto the couch next to her, leaning against her shoulder. She tries to shove him off, but he leans harder.

“Ugh, you’re sweaty,” she complains, before his answer catches up to her. “Wait, there weren’t any?”

“None.”

“Did you look?”

“I asked for a manager,” Whirl says. “Then, it turned out I was already talking to the manager, so I asked for his boss. And she told me their next shipment’s tomorrow.” Utterly ridiculous. What if their sink was leaking and they had to keep it contained while Arcee added plumbing to her ridiculously long list of skills? What does Aldi expect them to do then?

Arcee considers this. She knows Whirl is a good liar, but only because he’s impossible to believe when he is telling the truth. She takes a swig of her beer and offers him the bottle.

“Did you get any groceries?” she finally asks.

“Yeah,” he says. “They were out of waffle fries, too, so I just got regular.”

Arcee sniffs and Whirl knocks back the beer before handing it back. She’ll eat a Whopper she found on a park bench and is Drift’s preferred “smoothie” tester, but she’s particular about her potatoes.

“It’s about the sauce to fry ratio,” she’s explained on many, many occasions. It’s her default drunk rant, unless someone’s mentioned Prowl in the last hour.

“Cyclonus texted me,” she says out of nowhere. Whirl doesn’t want to stiffen, so he laughs instead.

“Cyclonus texts?” he asks. “I can’t even imagine it. Oh, let me guess, does she sign them all? Last name, first initial?”

Arcee shoves him again; gentler, this time, playful.

“You would know, if you ever talked to them,” she says.

“Cyclonus and I talk!”

“Outside of work,” Arcee says. She’s back on her phone again, and Whirl can see her scrolling through her messages out of the corner of his eye. “She and Tailgate want us to come over for dinner.”

Anyone who’s only briefly met the couple would assume it was Tailgate pressuring Cyclonus to do the nice thing, but Whirl knows them better than that. If Cyclonus is inviting, then she wants Arcee and Whirl to come over. Which is…

“Eugh,” he says and snags the beer again. “A dinner party?”

“Just the four of us,” Arcee says. “She said they’re taking care of the cooking, but you can make your enchiladas, if you want.”

That’s for Tailgate’s sake, Whirl knows. Cyclonus herself is immiscible with anything with a visible oily sheen.

“Maybe they finally got engaged,” he muses, instead of trying to answer the unasked question.

“Didn’t they elope?” Arcee goes along with it for now, because she loves him and is perfect.

“Did they?” He plays with his hook, wrapping his index finger around the blunt metal. “Tailgate was talking about it, but I thought Cyclonus wanted more pizzazz. She doesn’t seem like a ‘basement of city hall’ kind of bride.”

“They call each other ‘my wife.’”

“Yeah, and?” Whirl drops his hand back to his stomach. “Drift and Ratchet getting married hasn’t stopped Rodimus from calling Drift his husband.”

“You know that was for the drink special.” She squirms, finally submitting to their configuration, and ends up resting her head on Whirl’s forehead.

“You think—” he stops to blow ginger hair out of his mouth, “—you think that makes a difference to Rodimus?”

She doesn’t answer, which means she’s not sure, which means Whirl wins. He celebrates by breathing her in: familiar and a little spicy.

“You forgot to shower again.”

“Oh, like you’re one to talk.” She swats him and gets comfier. “How was your day?”

Neither of them are good at remembering to ask that, but they’re trying. Usually Whirl’s better at it.

“Normal,” he says. “Boring. I want to quit.”

“I know.” Her hand comes back to his shoulder, but this time it’s gentle, a comforting rub. “Kill your boss yet?”

“Only in my dreams,” he sighs. Arcee’s touch grows firm and she twists so she can kiss his forehead.

“Should I tell Cyclonus we’re coming?” she asks, her lips still pressed to his skin.

“You didn’t give her an answer?” That’s surprising. Arcee’s normally the speak first, think later type. It’s what got them talking to each other in that shitty group a couple years ago and Whirl considers it among her best qualities.

“They’re your friends,” Arcee says.

“Yours, too,” Whirl says. “How many contacts do you imagine Cyclonus keeps?”

His vision’s all hair; he can’t see her expression.

“I don’t—“

Whirl, ever a dramatic motherfucker, shoots up, and his head collides with Arcee’s nose. She yelps; he hisses. He whips around, horrified, but she’s already laughing, and he sags against her once he realizes it’s okay.

“So anyway,” he says once she’s calmed down, “they’re your friends too and we’re going just so Tailgate can prove that to you.” Tailgate… has a way with people like them. That Whirl is willing to forgive her for it says everything.

“Deal,” Arcee says with a smile that shows off her crooked incisors. She takes the beer back—Whirl’s splashed himself, he only realizes now—and finishes it before standing up. “Saturday night.”

He leans back into the couch as she disappears into the kitchen, feeling his shirt stick to him. He should probably shower.

“Babe, you forgot to put away the fries,” Arcee calls.

“What—are you taking my beer?”

Silence, followed by the sound of a bottle opening.

“It’s not even cold yet,” Whirl laughs as he gets up to follow her.

[autobot-ratchet]

war for cybertron siege liveblog is go!!!!!!!!

episode one

oh cute they have the title card written in cybertronian

right off the bat I can tell the animation’s good, a lot of the trailers just kinda had generic fight scenes that didn’t inspire a lot of confidence, but I’m like a minute in and everyone’s real expressive so that’s good

oh shit is that Skywarp??? we’re paying attention to the other seekers in the trine now?????

ehehehe Wheeljack’s got his light up ears

aww Bee don’t be mean

autobots get paid? lmAO

lmAO BEE CALLS HIM “KID” RIGHT BACK I LOVE IT it reminds me of that mbmbam clip where the lady asks the brothers what to do about guys calling her “sweetie” and shit and she tells them she calls them stuff like “sport” and “sonny” back, I love it get his ass

VELOCITRON??? WE’RE KEEPING THE OTHER COLONIES HELL YES

“...before the decepticons destroyed them all” oh

oh Bee’s not an autobot this time around? that explains why he’s so standoffish lmAO I’m just so used to him always being the friendliest autobot immediately also the line about getting paid, the autobots are paying him to do a job for them, he’s not being paid to be an autobot, I thought for a second he meant they had a salary lmAO no Bee’s just a mercenary

wAS THAT JETFIRE’S VOICE??? HE SOUNDED SO CARTOONISHLY EVIL LMAO

oh boy there’s a lot of cybertronian in this intro sequence, this show is way into using that alphabet huh lmAO I may have to save an image of the cipher if we’re gonna be doing this so much

good Starscream voice

I like how Thundercracker said Wheeljack’s an autobot at the end of his scan like it was a revelation when he’s just got the badge clear as day right on his chest just in plain sight

OH??? OH YEAH???????? JUST SLICE HIS ARM RIGHT OFF??????????

INTERESTING JETFIRE/STARSCREAM DYNAMIC ALSO RIP STARFIRE SHIPPERS

and as usual, Starscream fucks up a plan that would have otherwise worked by being a traitorous piece of shit lmAO

Megatron makes his entrance all dramatic but I can’t help it I immediately started laughing lmAO that angle/lighting made him look like a persian cat........

behold... lord Megatron

“this war was started as a revolution, not a genocide” interesting! we’ll see if he holds true to this lmAO

AAAYYYYY IT’S TRUCK DAD

“freedom is the right of all sentient beings” fuck yeah lmAO I don’t care if it is a stock phrase for this franchise, I love hearing it

I will say Megatron’s lips look better with certain lighting, it’s very clearly like the polygons that make up his face that make them look so pronounced when they cast shadows

yeah Bee stop being such a centrist

I gotta get used to not-Peter-Cullen Optimus voices lmAO Optimus spoke and I was just like “whomst???”

gfhdj dIDN’T YOU LEAVE????? Megatron really did walk out of this room just to walk back in dramatically when Optimus arrived, he needs his own personal dramatic entrance just for him

so Megatron was a miner this time around too, and the decepticon movement started as a revolution much like in IDW1

Optimus you’re not very good at hand to hand combat are you

“you murdered him” like. literally or figuratively. or both

oH RIP TO WHICHEVER SEEKER THAT WAS

ELITA!!!!!!!!!!! IT’S BEEN 84 YEARS

hsfdgjsf wHEELJACK SAID A SWEAR that caught me so off guard lmAO I mean I knew this was a ~darker and edgier~ animated tf series but still

MAGNUUUUUSSSSSSS ILU MAGNUS HI

me as Magnus pours his heart out to Optimus: hehe truck butt

as much as I hope this show isn’t just boring grit and angst I will fully admit I am 100% entertained by bot-spotting lmAO every time someone new shows up I’m like “OH IT’S [BLANK] YAAAAAAAAY” just dangle tf toys on a string on front of my face

Red alert’s a medic? I mean cool but also where’s Ratchet lmAO

everyone in this show is very square lmAO they really do look like action figures, which is great for the toy line but it does kind of make me have to take a minute to figure out who I’m looking at sometimes, especially since the colors are so muted

hGHD ELITA “maybe I should just kill him”

I’ve laughed at this show a lot and none of them were during parts that were supposed to be funny lmAO

seeing Magnus just kind of makes me want Rodimus, where’s my sunshine boy

“his arrogance, I actually like” OH???? OH YEAH???????? THANKS FOR THE FUEL FOR MY “MEGATRON LIKES EM FEISTY” HEADCANON, WAR FOR CYBERTRON THE NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

I like how they slapped a cloak on Magnus like it’s supposed to keep us from being able to tell that it’s him like “damn I wonder whose giant-ass shoulder stacks those are”

I will say I bought that spoiler box that was in stores for a hot minute and I know what all the spoilery cybertronian text says on it and Mango, I implore you to reconsider lmAO

[limited-practice]

1. Pins and Needles

Happy October! Here's the first of what will eventually be 31 Goretober fics that will get written throughout the rest of the year, because I’m can’t write 31 fics in 31 consecutive days. If you can do that, you’re amazing!

1920 words of Swerve, Overlord, a massacre aboard the Lost Light and a love of fingers are below the cut. The prompt is Pins and Needles, and is taken from Drawkill’s excellent prompt list.

Warnings for gore, robo gore, amputation, suicidal thoughts, implied cannibalism and torture.

Ao3 link here

Swerve sits on his favourite barstool with a drink in one hand and a congealing mass of energon at his feet and wishes he was dead. 

But he’s learnt the hard way to stop begging Overlord to kill him. 

The first dozen times he’d whimpered and screamed and pleaded with the Lost Light’s new Captain to please just kill him had been met with amusement. Which had inevitably morphed into weariness. Swerve’s mouth had once again taken on a life of its own and he wouldn’t stop talking he couldn’t stop talking, because something might get through to this insane monster if he could only string the right combination of words together and there was still a chance he could live when so many had been butchered and he’d babbled and joked and pleaded and bargained and finally Overlord had lost patience and kissed him.

Swerve had gagged and kicked out sharply, but Overlord had held him effortlessly in place on his favourite barstool. The one that still spins smoothly; the one whose colour hasn’t yet faded despite constant use. It’s a good little stool, and he wishes he’d paid it more attention. He wishes he’d thanked it out loud. He wishes he’d done so many things differently. Overlord had kissed him for longer than he thought he could possibly bear and then slowly, with a long, long, squelching sound, had pulled away. 

Swerve had vomited immediately.

Swerve looks down at the wobbling mess he’s made on his ruined bar’s floor. He starts to cry. 

Overlord chuckles. Unlike Swerve’s voice, he doesn’t find Swerve’s tears annoying. Overlord pries the glass away from Swerve's hand and goes behind the bar to top the drink up.

Tears leak out of Swerve’s visor. “I’ll clean that up later,” he whispers.

“Here you go.” Overlord says gently, as he places a glass full of warm liquid back into Swerve’s hand. He curls Swerve’s trembling fingers around it. “Drink up. It will do you the world of good.” 

Swerve wipes his face with his free hand. He looks down into the glass and the thick dark liquid it contains. His damaged optical and olfactory sensors still have enough function to warn him that there are substances in the glass that he should on no account consume. They activate their branches of his alarm network as best they can. The warnings they send out are weak and muffled and dim, but they're trying so very hard to warn him despite being damaged by Overlord’s backhanded blow earlier. 

The cocktail looks like an overlaid grid of sharp lines and even sharper ends through his broken visor. It looks like it’s made from poisoned energon that would kill him after one sip. Maybe it will do him the world of good to gulp it down in one go after all. 

Swerve lifts the glass to his lips. And pauses. A niggling thread of his old life vibrates and plucks at him. Swerve tilts his head, and watches light from the shattered overhead lights illuminate the drink. He rotates the glass slowly. The liquid inside changes colour. But not permanently - it’s moving in and out of a different molecular state depending on how much direct light touches it. That must mean there’s optical contraction liquid in there. There’s part of someone’s eye in there.

Swerve shudders but doesn’t look away. And he certainly doesn’t throw the drink and smash it against the wall and scream and scream and scream. 

“Not your cup of tea?” Overlord asks him softly, his lips brushing Swerve’s ear.

Swerve startles violently, and spills the drink over himself.

“Oh dear,” Overlord says. “I spent a lot of time making that for you.”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I'm sorry.”

Swerve paws at himself with one hand in a pathetic attempt to clean himself and return the drink to its glass. Liquid crawls down his plating and seeps into his transformation seams and sticks to him and it won’t come off, he knows it’s not ever going to come off of him. His fingers are covered in it. 

“Thank you for making it for me and I’m sorry I spilt it but I appreciate it I do I really really do,” Swerve babbles, as he glances down at himself and tries and fails to ignore the horrible tingling in his fingers. The sensors in his hands have erupted at the onslaught of chemicals sticking to them and they’re screaming at him, they’re screaming so loudly at him that it hurts.

“You clearly worked hard on this drink because I’m detecting things in it,” Swerve continues, because he’s never known when to stop talking. “There must be three, no four, no five, no...six? Six? There are different parts of six different people in here? Six. Six people. Six people liquified and mixed up to make this drink.”

Swerve looks at what remains of the drink. He swallows back another glob of vomit fighting to escape.

Overlord crouches down in front of him. There’s an expression in his eyes that Swerve doesn’t care for one single bit. He doesn’t care for any of Overlord’s expressions, but this one is unsettling because he hasn’t seen it before.

Overlord looks impressed.

“How did you know that?”

As always when he receives genuine praise, Swerve chuckles self-consciously and pretends not to fully understand. “Oh it’s nothing special, it’s just something I can do. It’s nothing. I’m nothing.”

Overlord’s expression then melts into one that Swerve is already achingly familiar with - impatience.

“You are refusing to answer my question.”

“No I’m not I swear I’m not.”

“How did you know that drink is made out of six people?”

Swerve unconsciously waggles the fingers of his hand that’s not holding the glass. 

“I, uh, just can,” Swerve says. “And I know I just said that but it’s the truth I’m not lying or refusing to answer you I swear it! I just...can. I was forged with these fingers.” 

He flexes his fingers as if playing an invisible instrument with them. 

“You are a chemist?” Overlord asks. 

“Metallurgist. A good one. Kind of. Sort of. Maybe. Ha. These, uh, my fingers, they- they’re tools of the trade. Essential actually.”

Overlord gently rests Swerve’s hand onto his palm. “Tell me about them.”

Swerve fights down another ball of vomit. “Uh...when we’re out in the field. Or in the lab. Or anywhere. And by we I mean metallurgists as a whole, not bartenders, not me, not-”

“Swerve.”

“Right. Yes. Fingers. Hands. I was forged with them and they’re brilliant. I mean I’m not brilliant, but my hands are. All metallurgists’ hands are. They’re essentially one big databank studded with sensors and coated in scanners that can identify every substance and chemical composition ever discovered. So long as it’s been recorded. Each finger has a neural link communications wire that goes up to my brain after it’s passed through my spark and t-cog, and it can download the latest materials update from the Academy when the Chief's second assistant remembers to send out the update after spending their day on more important things like sleeping at their desk, which means that if a new element or compound is discovered and recorded I’ll know about it.”

Swerve swallows dryly.

Overlord doesn’t say anything. Swerve chooses to see this as an encouraging sign.

“Some people say that my hands are better than medics’ hands. I don’t of course. And neither do the medics. They think theirs are way better. Well some of the forged ones do, even if they don’t say it out loud. You can always tell that’s what they’re secretly thinking though. And, uh, theirs are good of course - they’re better than mine in lots of ways. They’re faster and lighter and more dexterous. But mine are just as sensitive. And mine are studier and stronger. They’re more durable. They have to be, because if you’re out working in the field and a boulder lands on your hand you don’t want your fingers to be crushed because then what would be the point of keeping you around? They’re designed to survive rough treatment.”

Overlord holds Swerve’s hand up in front of his face. “Are they now,” he says softly. 

Swerve’s weak sparks dims further.

“They sound magnificent,” Overlord says.

“Uh, yeah, thank you. Thanks. Um. They’re pretty good. I kinda like them. In fact I like them a lot.”

“So do I.”

Overlord runs a huge fingertip up and down Swerve’s smallest stubby finger.

“So tell me,” Overlord asks pleasantly, “Who is in your drink?”

“...excuse me?”

“By using the power of your fantastic fingers, tell me who is in your drink. Let’s play a little game together.”

Swerve’s visor dims in tandem with his spark. “...I…I don’t...”

“I am not going to ask you again.”

Swerve looks down at his short feet dangling off the barstool and wishes he was dead.

“Uh…” he forces himself to concentrate. He forces himself to stick two fingers into the liquid in the glass. He forces himself not to yank them back out and immerse them in a vat of paint stripper. He pushes them down further until the fingertips touch the bottom of the glass. His exquisite sensors fire up and explode with data. He pushes that data up the wires that run through his fingers to his body’s connection points: spark, t-cog, brain module. He pushes past the roadblocks all three of them have desperately thrown up to try and prevent him from knowing. He collects. He investigates. He analyses. He identifies all six of his former crew members and wishes he was dead.

“Rodimus,” Swerve answers in a small soft whisper that makes him feel like he’s nothing. “I can feel remnants of his spark casing. It was touched by the Matrix and I can feel it. It’s still there. It’s still pulsing. Oh, god, it’s still pulsing.”

“Good!” Overlord beams. “Very good! Our former Captain made the mistake to keep talking to me when I’d asked him to be quiet, so he was the last to undergo this treatment. He got to watch the others go first.”

There are pins and needles in Swerve’s fingers. They crawl up into his spark and scratch at it with poisoned tips and he knows that they’ll never stop.

“Who are the others?”

Swerve recites their names quickly and doesn’t embellish. 

“Excellent,” Overlord purrs. He examines Swerve’s fingers. “I like these Swerve. In fact I think I like them a lot.”

“...thank you?”

“They could be very useful to my endeavour.”

“Yes I can be useful to you,” Swerve bursts out, as his self-preservation kicks itself into high gear and steamrolls his earlier thoughts of self-destruction. If he’s useful then he might be kept around. He might be allowed to live.

“I am going to have your excellent fingers for myself.”

Swerve’s too wide smile freezes. He feels his plating stretch and warp and start to buckle as he realises what Overlord is planning to do.

Overlord holds Swerve’s hand tightly and fans all of his fingers out. 

“No!” Swerve screams. “Don’t cut them off! They won’t work as well if you cut them off! Please don’t cut them off I’ll be good, I’ll be good.”

Overlord blinks. And then smiles slowly, like a smouldering black sun rising over a toxic yellow wasteland. “I don’t remember saying anything about cutting them off.”

Overlord jams two of Swerve’s fingers deep into his mouth and bites down hard.

[jessi-writes-fandoms]

A new beginning: An OC story

Chapter 2

Another week had passed and Remedy and Nightshade were feeling right at home. Nightshade was slowly starting to come out of her shell, mostly because Remedy would force her out of their room. Remedy had dragged Nightshade over to Swerve’s bar so she could meet some of the others, Remedy was sitting at the bar chatting and laughing with Swerve, Chromedome and Rewind, each of them exchanging stories and jokes. Meanwhile Nightshade was sitting by herself just trying to avoid the noise coming from the other side of the room. After some time Whirl had asked to join her, she happily allowed him to join her in the mild silence of the dark corner.

“You don’t talk much do you?” Nightshade Kept her gaze at the wall next to her. “this just isn’t really my scene you know?” Whirl tilted his helm in confusion. “Then why are you here? Wouldn’t you be happier somewhere else?” Nightshade gave a long sigh and looked over at the bar where Remedy and a few of the others were having a good time. “I wish I could be more open like Remedy, despite what she did back on Cybertron the thought of being hated never really occurred to her.” Whirl looked over at the others and just groaned. Popularity is overrated, sure she probably loves being everyone’s friend but she’ll learn that it’s not all happy fun time around here. Did they tell you guys about the sparkeater that was on board a while back?” Nightshade was snapped from her thoughts. “There was a what?!”

Over at the bar Remedy was telling everyone about the many planets she and Nightshade have been to on their runaway adventure over the past couple thousand years. “I gotta say my favorite planet we been to was Earth, we pretty much used our holo avatars the entirety we were there. It’s amazing no one found us, I mean weren’t a majority of Autobots and Decepticons on earth as well? Oh and the music that the organics have is amazing!” The others simply laughed and continued on asking more about their adventures. Swerve slid another glass of high grade to Remedy. “So what exactly do you plan to do when all this is over, you know the whole finding the knights of Cybertron thing?” Remedy’s sweet cheerful smile suddenly turned to a scared and sad frown, she then took a swig of the high grade. “Ratchet said I could still possibly be arrested for what I did and Nightshade could be killed.” The others stared at her in disbelief, Rewind then gave Remedy a small hug.

“They won’t hurt you guys, they just can’t! Nightshade doesn’t seem like the type to hurt anyone and you’re too cute to be locked away.” Remedy gave a weak smile and thanked her new friends for caring so much for her and Nightshade despite them still being strangers on the large ship. Suddenly Rodimus walked into the bar and sat next to Remedy. “Well helloooo nurse~ how are you enjoying your stay? What am I talking about, you love it here! Look at you being all social and getting so much attention, but I’m sure you’re used to that.” Remedy gave a questioning look, not sure exactly how to respond. “uh.... not really? I kinda been with one other bot for the past couple thousand years.” Rodimus simply gave her a sly smirk. “C’mon Rem a femme like you should get all the attention, you deserve it.” Remedy rolled her optics and turned away from the captain. “I don’t seek attention from anyone.” Rodimus let out a bored sigh but continued to pester the young nurse. “Look you’re an attractive bot I bet there’s someone on this ship you got the hots for.”

Remedy suddenly froze, a faint blush crawling across her face. Sure there was a certain mech who she had thoughts about but she just pushes them aside, besides she’d never tell Rodimus who it was anyway. Knowing him he would probably shout it on the comm system so the whole ship would know who she had feelings for. “I’m gonna go check on Nightshade, I will see you guys later.” She then got up from the bar and walked over to the dark corner where Remedy and Whirl were seated and Whirl left to leave the two alone to talk. Nightshade gave Remedy a concerned look. “What’s wrong? You were having so much fun with the others and Rodimus actually talked to you!” Remedy sighed and sat down across from her good friend. “He always talks to me and it’s always flirting and asking who I have a crush on.” Nightshade lowered her wings in sadness and darted her eyes from Remedy’s gaze. I guess it’s not surprising he would flirt with you, you’re so pretty and I can barely talk to anyone. Wait you don’t have a crush on him do you?!” Remedy raised her servos in defense. “No, hell no I would never- Why would you even assume I liked him?”

“I seen the way he looks at you, and you always said you were a sucker for smooth talkers. Remember the other day when he pulled you from the medbay just so he could ask you about your hobbies and interests, then he started using all those pick up lines?” Remedy Rolled her optics remembering that annoyingly long five minutes of Rodimus asking about her personal interests and saying something stupid. “He’s really annoying, Ultra Magnus must be losing his shit dealing with him. I just wish he wouldn’t ask personal questions about who I have a crush on.” Nightshade suddenly looked at Remedy, her wings perked up in curiosity. “Do you have a crush on someone? You can tell me I promise not to laugh or say anything I swear!” Remedy sighed and gave in. “Ok fine. There is a mech I been thinking a lot about lately. We kinda had an awkward first meeting but something about him made my spark skip a beat.” Nightshade pulled Remedy out of the bar and grabbed her shoulder. “Tell me who it is already!” Remedy took a deep breath and told Nightshade the whole thing. “It’s Drift, but it’s just a crush, a phase nothing more. I told you I can’t do relationships anymore, not after all the pain they’ve caused me.”

Later that night on the opposite side of the Lost Light Rodimus was going over some things with Drift. “So Magnus was saying we should stop at this next planet, no idea what the name of it is but- Drift are you even listening?” Drift had been in a daze the entirety Rodimus was speaking to him. He had been doing this a lot recently and it was starting to get on Rodimus’ nerves. “What’s with you lately, you’re constantly zoning out and ignoring everyone. Drift? DRIFT?!” Drift was pulled from his thoughts from Rodimus’ sudden outburst. “I’m sorry, I just can’t stop thinking about her.” Rodimus gave a questioning look to the ex con. “Who? If there’s someone keeping you from listening to me I’m gonna have a serious talk with them.” Drift sighed and decided to just come clean about the whole thing.

“It’s Remedy, we became friends but I think I like her more than that.” Rodimus simply sat there with his helm on his servo, bored out of his processor as Drift continued talking. “She’s sweet and so beautiful, she’s like an angel. When I look into her optics it’s like seeing the well of allsparks.” Rodimus let out an annoyed groan. “Yeah she’s very hot, funny you mention her because I talked to her over at Swerve’s and I asked her if she had any sort of feelings for anyone.” Drift tilted his helm slightly. “What did she say? did she say who she liked? who is it?” Rodimus leaned back in his chair and thought for a moment. “She didn’t say anything she just kinda got up and left. Swerve said something about her having a bunch of failed relationships and she refuses to let herself fall in love, some bullshit like that.” Drift’s expression changed from that of curiosity to sadness at this new information. “I should’ve known I wouldn’t have a chance with her, she probably wouldn’t feel the same way even if I was to tell her how I feel.”

“She’s a nurse all you gotta do is get hurt and maybe she’ll kiss you better!” Drift gave a deadpan look, he couldn’t believe Rodimus would suggest something so dumb, actually he could believe it. “Ok how about when we get to this next planet you ask her to go check it out with you, Magnus said It’s supposedly full of glowing flowers and amazing scenery. Swerve said she’s obsessed with beautiful scenery, he says despite her not looking for love around here she’s a hopeless romantic.” Drift let his thoughts take over, the kind of thoughts he had been experiencing a lot lately, Thoughts of He and Remedy walking servo in servo, looking into each other’s optics whispering sweet nothings to each other. He wanted no more than to just be with Remedy and make her happy. Seeing her smile made his spark jump and he wished he could see that smile forever. Her caring nature, how she saved the life of a Decepticon knowing it was wrong, she didn’t judge she simply saw someone in need and helped them. She was perfect in every way in his optics, he would one day ask her to be his sparkmate.

“When will we be arriving at this planet?” Rodimus was busy etching little doodles on the top of his desk but suddenly spoke. “I don’t know maybe 5 days or maybe even a week? You know me I barely pay attention to anything Ultra Magnus says. If I were you, I would talk to Remedy but play it cool, be smooth about it femmes love a smooth talking mech.” Drift looked over at Rodimus with skepticism clear on his face. “You’re a smooth talker and you’re still single.” Rodimus looked slightly hurt by that statement. “This isn’t about me, this is about you! Also before you ask Remedy out, you may wanna talk to Ratchet about it.” Drift gave a confused look. Rodimus simply gave a sly smirk. “Apparently Ratchet has known Remedy since she was a sparkling, he practically raised her so he’s basically like her sire. I bet he’s like one of those “dads” like they have on earth, the ones who tell guys they’re not allowed to date their daughter or whatever. Ratchet might throw a wrench at you if you ask Remedy out.” Rodimus then started laughing at the thought of Ratchet beating the shit out any mech who dares to ask out his adopted daughter.

Drift decided to take Rodimus’ advice and talk to Ratchet seeing as how he knew Remedy better than anyone else. He couldn’t help but worry that Ratchet might get angry at him for wanting to ask Remedy out, sure Ratchet had a bit of a temper at times but surely he wouldn’t actually hurt someone without a good reason. Drift stood outside the medbay contemplating wether or not he should go through with it or not, the thought of being told he can’t be with the one bot he so dearly cared about began to eat away at his spark. After a few moments he walked inside the large room. “Ratchet, there’s something I need to ask you.” Ratchet looked up from what he was doing. “What is it Drift I’m a little busy at the moment, Remedy needed a break so I told her to go get some rest.”

Drift stood there fidgeting with his digits, he thought about simply walking away but decided to just go through with it. “Ratchet, I was wondering if it would be alright if I asked Remedy out.” Ratchet looked up from his work with questioning look on his face. “Not sure why you’re asking my permission, Remedy is a full grown femme she can make her own decisions, I just don’t want her dating Rodimus.” Drift let out a relived sigh, at least he wouldn’t have to face being hit with a wrench. “I must warn you Drift that Remedy can be rather stubborn, when she wants something she’ll do whatever it takes to get it. She won’t back down from any conflict, she’s strong headed so if you and her get in an argument just save yourself the trouble and tell her she’s always right.” Drift nodded and thanked Ratchet before leaving the medbay to go recharge, tomorrow he would ask Remedy out on a date.

[thanksjro]

More Than Meets the Eye #28- I Sure Hope Y’all Like Megatron

“Dark Cybertron” is finally over! Woohoo!

Who’s ready for a return to hijinks and mild peril?

I know this guy is!

Hold on a second-

We start our foray into Season 2 of MTMTE with a little meta-humor-

-and then it’s right into the swing of things, as Brainstorm uses the thin, fragile wine glass of faction-based morality to hold his personal need to make instruments of violence. Nautica disapproves, but then why wouldn’t she? She’s not been steeped in the militant ideologies of the Autobots for millions of years.

It’s six months after the convoluted events of “Dark Cybertron”, and our beloved ship, the Lost Light, is back on track for the Knight Quest. Nautica’s joined the crew, which is neat, but there are far more interesting things going on.

Like Rung actually doing his fucking job for once.

Wow, look at that little creamsicle man go.

It would seem that in the last half-year (by Earth standards) Megatron’s somehow gotten himself into the esteemed position of Captain of the Lost Light. This likely means that Rodimus has been defeated in battle, or perhaps fucked off on yet another space yacht to run away from his responsibilities. I suppose the narrative will have to fill us in on just what exactly happened.

Or, at least, I hope it does. Wouldn’t be a terribly good story if I had to guess on how exactly this dude’s in charge of a whole-ass Autobot crew.

Yes, yes, I know he switched sides, but goddammit, it takes a little more than saying sorry and changing your wardrobe to excuse the murder of half of NYC.

I mean, we can do both. Both is an option. I’ll break out The Communist Manifesto right now, let’s fuckin’ gooooooooo-

Six months prior to Megatron’s therapy appointment, Rodimus is ready to high-tail it off of Cybertron yet again. This is because, as established in previous posts, Cybertron kinda sucks butt. He bursts into the meeting Optimus Prime called- even though he’s really not leader of anything anymore, Starscream is- bids everyone farewell, and is about to run back out of the room when he’s stopped.

Turns out that the populace of Cybertron want Megatron to stand trial. That makes sense, given what all he’s done. Of course, the Autobot pals we’ve got in the room want to skip due process and go straight to the part where Megatron pays through the nose for the last four million years.

Which doesn’t feel terribly heroic or good guy-ish, but I think by this point you’ve probably caught on to the fact that everyone in IDW Transformers is morally gray at BEST.

Because Megatron’s had a rough time the last few years, in relation to his bodily integrity, spark extraction- that thing that High Command lied about in relation to Overlord- isn’t an option. It would just kill him dead.

Uh, excuse me? Optimus Prime, sir? Monsieur Premier?

Guess Optimus hasn’t been keeping up with exRiD.

Anyway, yeah, since Tyrest fucked off in “The Sound of Breaking Glass” and also tried to commit a genocide, we’re gonna need someone to cast judgement.

Course, a military trial isn’t exactly ideal, but as long as it’s open to the public, it should be fine.

Probably.

Anyway, Prowl’s also going to help. Ultra Magnus has been assigned the task of representing Megatron in court, a job which he’s positively delighted to have, if his face is any indication.

The gang breaks for lunch, and Rodimus and Optimus touch base on how the Knight Quest is going.

Because Rodimus’ half of the Matrix had the map for finding the Knights of Cybertron in it, they’re gonna have to go with Plan B.

Oh fuck yes, I love Plan B!

Unfortunately, finding the ideal romantic partner for all Cybertronians is going to have to wait until after the trial, because Optimus really wants Rodimus here for this. Though perhaps there’s a way to make things move a little faster…

Back in the present, Megatron’s had just about enough of Rung being a psychiatry joke, and is about to walk out of his appointment. Ravage is here, which is neat. Rung asks Megatron about the three most important people in his life, and how he met them. One of these people is, funnily enough, Rung.

Rung, if you’ll recall, was thrown into Megatron and Impactor’s table at Maccadams waaaaaay back in The Transformers #22, the first issue of the IDW run that Roberts wrote solo. It would seem that getting arrested and subjected to police brutality ruined his once-idealistic worldview. This is just a lightning-round recap of the events of the “Chaos Theory” storyline.

Being reminded of how hard he got dunked on makes Rung break out his copy of Megatron’s autobiography, Towards Peace. Of course, Megatron has to be “that guy”, and makes it out to be far more than it actually is. My dude, you used your writing to tell all your proto-Decepticon buddies to go beat up Whirl in prison. Let’s not make things sound more grandiose than they are.

Anyway, it turns out that Rung is actually just as much a nerd as he looks, as he reveals that he’s in possession of one of the only few copies of the original version of Towards Peace. And then he takes off his glasses and the fans go bonkers, even though he’s just got that Milne Same-Face going on, just like everyone else.

There you are, you animals.

Rung discusses Revisionism, I’m reminded that the first publication of Eugenesis had a dedication to Roberts’ son of all people, and we get the question of who Terminus is to Megatron.

But alas! The X-ray vision’s been turned on, and it’s time to see… nude robots? An in-depth anatomy lesson?

Robots are confusing sometimes. Anyways, major props to Milne for drawing all that detail. Dude does the technical stuff with a ferocity that must be awe-inspiring to behold.

Megatron’s decided that it’s time for lunch, and then he’s going to do captain stuff.

Because he’s captain of the Lost Light.

I’m convinced Rodimus is dead. That’s the only way this is happening.

Six months ago, Swerve was being awful Swerve-like, with his new buddy Crosscut- guess he finally learned the guy’s name- and Riptide, who we’ll get to a little later on. These three wonderful lads are holding a sort of “crew try-outs”, and it looks like the requirements needed for entry on Megatron’s Lost Light are stiff.

Still, maybe our new friend Nautica will make the cut.

Oh, you are simply delightful!

Despite Nautica having interest in nearly every topic in the universe, on top of having impeccable taste in booze, she just misses the cut. It’s at this point that Nightbeat bursts into the room to stop this farce from going any further. The fact that nobody mentioned anything prior to this is surprising, given that portmanteaus don’t really seem the type of thing Ultra Magnus would approve of.

Back six months ago, we see what Optimus Prime’s super great idea was to expedite the judicial process- Chromedome. It’s always Chromedome. He’s gonna do that thing he promised his late husband he’d stop doing. I suppose it’s a good thing- for Rewind, anyway- that Megatron is wholly against the idea of having his memories torn out of his head. Guess we’re gonna have to do the trial the normal, non brain-pokey way.

Optimus leaves the cell, because I suppose he’s remembered that there’s a conflict of interests here, but Rodimus stays behind to let Megatron know he deserves everything that’s coming his way.

Then Megatron breaks out the puzzle-box from Hellraiser.

In the present, Chromedome isn’t so much spiraling in his depression as he is circling the drain. Nightbeat doesn’t give a shit about that though- he’s more concerned with the fact that one of the numbers on the door to Chromedome’s room is missing. But I’m sure it’s fine.

It’s fiiiiiiiiiiine.

While Nightbeat’s busy being insensitive to his fellow man’s distress, Megatron’s arrived to his room to find his door’s been vandalized by a bunch of idiots who must have just discovered what a thesaurus is. Then he gets shot in the fucking hand with an arrow.

As you do.

Whirl’s gotten ahold of a bow, and he fully intends to use it for Megatron-directed violence. And also his fists. His very pointy fists. He punches Megatron through the fucking floor into the fuel furnace, and they fall what’s probably a good 200 feet to the ground below. Whirl yells about evening the score between the two of them, and then knees Megatron in the dick.

Turns out, Megatron remembers Whirl even better than originally thought, having gone so far as to order his forces to not kill Whirl, because, in a way, he was grateful for the lesson he learned back before the war in Rodion.

Oh man, I hope Rung’s somehow listening in on this. Like, eavesdropping is obviously bad medicine, but we’ve already established that he sucks as a professional, and he needs what few advantages he can get.

Whirl, enraged by the implication that he’s been fighting fixed battles for the last four million years, punches Megatron in the gut… and his arm gets swallowed up by an errant portal leftover from all of Shockwave’s tampering. Since you can’t really fight with only one arm, Megatron wanders off to do captainy things.

Walking back the timeline slightly, we revisit Megatron leaving Rung’s office, and the idea of personal revisionism, the conversation becoming parallel with the strange happenings going on within the ship, as Rewind’s final message is altered so as not to end with “I love you” but instead a blood-curdling scream. Chromedome is, understandably, upset by this turn of events.

Over with Whirl, it’s revealed that the little fight we saw was intentionally set up. For what purpose, or by whom, is left a mystery.

Please see a doctor.

One last flashback to the trial, as Prowl lists off everything that’s standing in the way of our Sympathetic Megatron Redemption Arc.

Good fuckin’ luck, James.

Back in the present, Megatron’s slapped a bandaid on the hole in his torso, as he checks to see what’s happening on the bridge. It would appear there’s a coffin floating around in space.

Pretty fucked up.

[iacon-city]

roses on fire

✷ driftrod; tw for suicidal thoughts, depression, dark feelings, slightly ooc characters.

Summary: “The matrix. Oh primus, it hurts so damn bad.”

There were nights where Drift just couldn't force himself into recharge.

There were cycles when his memories, Deadlock's memories, came to life inside his chamber and blocked out whatever slim shimmer of light made its way into his quarters, when the only solutions that remained were knocking down cube after cube of alcohol or simply wandering the halls into morning 'light'; clearly, he reasoned, the latter was far more healthy.

Yet never before had he experienced this.

The warrior was making his rounds along the outskirts of the ship, footsteps tracing patterns on the floors of the more neglected areas of the Lost Light when his optics caught sight of a form hidden away in the shadows that were cast along the cold metal walls. "Hello?" Drift's voice echoed as he slipped further down the hallway, and there wasn't a response as the figure shifted slightly. Now, Drift did not come to this area of the ship very often- no one did, in fact. This specific wing had been out of use for months, and the warrior couldn't fathom why anyone would be in this corridor at the present late time, let alone who. He narrowed his optics as his servos subconsciously settled on the hilts of his swords; "I-" he froze as he came to a halt in front of the mech, digits falling to his sides as he stared, surprised.

It was Rodimus.

"Rodimus? What the primus are you doing out here?" Drift shifted on his pedes as his captain merely dragged an arm across his face, a shaky vent escaping the prime that was pressed along the wall in solitary motion. "Roddy?" Drift's confusion quickly morphed into concern as he dropped to his knees beside the leader, a silver hand reaching towards orange.

The prime's face plate was stained with tear tracks.

"Drift," Rodimus' voice was surprisingly even, "what the hell are you doing up so late?" The swordsman faltered at the sudden question but responded nontheless. "I was just clearing my processor-" he hummed, spark hammering in dull panic, "but I think I'll stay for a bit, with you." The prime cracked a smile that didn't quite reach his optics, turning his gaze away from his crewmember; "Nah, there's no need. It's late, and you should get some recharge- it's gonna be a hectic day tomorrow." Drift grimaced at his captain's words, not moving from his kneeled position. "Rodimus." The warrior's voice was soft, "Are you-" he was interrupted with an abrupt "I'm fine." Spouting from Rodimus, and Drift scoffed in mock disbelief.

"Like primus you are."

There was a pause as silence filled the gap between communication; "I can't do this right now, Drift." Rodimus finally spoke with tired words, "Go back to sleep. We'll deal with this tomorrow, or, I dunno, never." The swordsman shifted to sit closer to his prime, his captain, his leader; he had never seen Rodimus like this, before, and the fact was scaring him. "I don't particularly find those odds comforting," he mused, "so I think it would be best to get it out of the way, now, when it's just the two of us and the cold air draft from down the hall." A small smile slipped across Rodimus' face at his friend's words, and he took a shuddering breath at the thought of maybe, perhaps, letting someone know, letting someone in.

"Just hurts, is all."

The captain gave Drift a weak laugh, "'M getting real tired of it." Drift tensed at his words, offering a gentle push to keep him talking. "What does, Rodimus?" The warmly colored mech beside him pressed a palm to his chassis, optics flickering closed as the prime's voice descended into a hoarse whisper.

"The matrix."

He dug his digits into the metal encasing his spark, "Oh primus, it hurts so damn bad." Rodimus' optics rose open, "It burns, all the time. It's growing and transferring and molding, molding me into the perfect little leader everyone needs me to be." Drift's optics were wild at the amount of pure pain that intertwined itself through Rodimus' words.

"Optimus talked about it once, y'know."

Drift's gaze was locked onto Rodimus as his grip tightened on the handles of his swords. "He told me, way back, that a prime wasn't allowed the luxury of having anything for himself; I didn't understand him, then, but it all makes sense now." The captain looked down at servos, optics staring at his hands as if they were foreign to his body; "A prime exists soley for the people, nothing more than a puppet controlled by the masses- everything he did, everything I do, is for the benefit of someone else. The greater good." Drift broke into Rodimus' train of conversation. "That doesn't mean that you have to throw away your personal ideas, Roddy. You can still have dreams, you can still-"

"No, no I can't."

Rodimus laughed, "I can't have a normal life, can't have friends, can't have lovers- in the end, the matrix won't even let me have myself." The prime's vents stuttered as his emotions overwhelmed him, "I don't know who I am, anymore. Hot Rod died the day the matrix touched my spark; when I am no longer prime, who will I be? What will be left besides a primus-saked husk and a disappointment?" There was a tinge of desperate panic in the underlying question, and Drift's own vents clicked on softly as he inhaled sharply; this version- no, this side of Rodimus was not one he ever foresaw existing.

It hurt him, seeing his close friend in such misunderstood agony.

"The matrix is a curse, a damn prop to support the ideals and tradition of a long dead society- all it does, in reality, is destroy to rewrite something 'better'. Make me into something- make me into something I never wanted to be." Rodimus' voice wavered,

"Sometimes I'd do anything to make it stop, even if it meant shooting out my own spark to make the burning cease."

His words made Drift's energon run cold, "I wouldn't wish the burden of being prime upon even the worst of my enemies." The warrior raising a servo cover his intake as a wave of pure panic washed over him. The prime noticed his action and let out a loose laugh accompanied by a tired grin. "Oh, come on, Drift; it wouldn't matter anyway, if I were dead. I'm already a ticking time bomb, so what would be the harm in offing myself sooner than later?" Drift recoiled at the utter nonchalance Rodimus spoke with. "You-" the swordsman's voice box gave out, "you want to kill yourself?" His captain waved a servo flippantly through the air as lubricant welled in the usually cocky mech's optics-

"It's not my first choice, but yeah. Yeah, it's on the playing field."

Rodimus' shoulders began to shake as the tears fell from his eyes, his little smile of melancholy dissolving into a quiet sob as he buried his helm in his knees, arms wrapping around his body as if he could just pull into himself and disappear.

"I just want it to stop, Drift. I just want peace and quiet, for once, instead of this static inside my helm."

Drift didn't hesitate to pull his friend into a close hug, burying his chin in the crook of Rodimus' neck as he held him close with shaking hands; "Don't ever take your own life, Rodimus." The warrior's voice wavered dangerously, "We need you. I need you." Drift held Rodimus tighter when he didn't respond, afraid that he'd disappear if he were to let go. "You should- you should talk to Ratchet tomorrow about the matrix and see if there's anything he can do for you. I'll even go with you, if you want. Just don't-" his optics fluttered closed as his vents clicked into high-gear,

"Just don't give up on me, okay?"

Rodimus let out a soft laugh as he once more dragged an arm across his face plate, erasing the tears that still danced down his cheeks. "Okay." He responded with a small smile, "Okay, I'll try." He leaned into Drift's frame as they stared into the dark, bodies held close as they kept each other from falling apart;

They stayed there until first morning light, a shimmer of silver and red.

[shikai-the-storyteller]

CYBERVERSE WATCH

S3 Episode 9, 10, 11, 12

Episode 9

WHIRL NO WHY IS EVERYONE RUNNING oh

Gosh I love that Percy’s alt-mode sucks so he’s gotta hitch a ride on someone

Whirl *gracefully descends from the ceiling* Percy: *PLUMMETS LIKE A ROCK*

No joke I laughed so suddenly and loud at that I startled myself

RODDY PLEASE RETHINK YOUR DECISION TO USE A WAR TITAN TO FIGHT YOUR BATTLES IM BEGGING YOU TO USE YOUR BRAINCELL

Whirl *jumps directly on the Titan’s face*  Me: I’d die for you

Roddy: We need Windblade! Me: YEAH YOU NEED SOMEONE SMART ON THIS TEAM

Ok putting the masks on their head to hide from the Quints is actually a smart idea

“I can’t believe that worked” GUYS PLS

Aw I love that Clobber and Roddy do their little fist bump / high-five thing that’s so cute

CHROMIA AND WINDBLADE....Roddy you’re interrupting their date

Roddy: Clobber, you’re a lesbian, can you get through to them Clobber: Sure *picks up Chromia in one hand and walks off*

I feel like the smart thing for them to do would be to wake up Megatron and/or Optimus and use them to wake up other Autobots / Decepticons because like. If I was an Autobot and Megatron wandered by at a parade I’d definitely be on defense. Of course, then Roddy & co. would need to convince Megatron to help them so maybe that’s a no-go anyways

WHIRL NO!!! OH NO

AW I love that everyone’s taking care of Percy, Dead End holding his hand while running was so cute

HELL YEAH USE YOUR FIRE RODDY

HOT ROD NO!!!!!!!!! SOMEONE SAVE MY BOY!! AND WHIRL, WHO ALSO GOT HI--OH MY GOSH THEY KNOCKED THE THING OFF SOUNDWAVE AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

IF ANYONE CAN TAKE DOWN THE QUINTS AND WAKE EVERYONE UP ITS MY BOY SOUNDWAVE I mean, assuming ripping the helmet off his head rather than waking him up normally didn’t totally screw him up

AHHH SOMEONE NEEDS TO SAVE RODDY

WHOA SOUNDWAVE YOU GOOD BUDDY??? OH NO....

“Something’s wrong with him...” “You mean more than normal?” SHUT UP DEADEND

LMAO HOT ROD STRAIGHT UP SLAPPED A QUINTESSON NICE

OH NO IM GETTING FLASHBACKS TO THE MOVIE

COURT!?!??? PLEASE SAY YOUR FAMOUS LINE RODDY

HEY CAN YOU GUYS STOP BEING BUTTS TO SOUNDWAVE

“There are an infinite amount of universes in the multiverse. The Quintessons judge which ones are worthy of existence” NICE NICE NICE NICE OMINOUS AND NICE

ARE WE GONNA GET TO SEE OTHER UNIVERSES???

WHOA WAIT WHAT SCIENTIST, MACCADAM WHO ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

IS THIS GONNA BE THE CREEPY WHEELJACK WE SAW IN LIKE EPISODE 3 OF SEASON ONE???

You know I’m realizing the Titan thing doesn’t explain how Maccadam knows about the future, is HE from a different universe / future?? Has he already seen all of this happen before? Is HE the true Homura of this series?

RODIMUS STALLING TO ANNOY THE COURT NICE

Every time Roddy uses his flames I lose my mind in excitement

HEY DEADEND STOP BEING A BUTT TO SOUNDWAVE

HELL YEAH RIP ‘EM A NEW ONE SOUNDWAVE, SHOW THEM WHO’S BOSS

HEY CAN SOMEONE *PLEASE* SAVE HOT ROD

UH OH IS RIGHT RODDY

“I wish I was a jet” He’s not gonna jump is OH HE JUMPED

OH THANK GOODNESS WHIRL WAS THERE, THANK YOU WHIRL FOR BEING AWESOME

SOUNDWAVE!!!!!!!!!!!

 Episode 10

I saw Soundwave in the thumbnail and got UNREASONABLY excited

AHHHHHHHHHHH IS THIS GONNA BE THE RODDY AND SOUNDWAVE EPISODE I HEARD ABOUT?!?!??! PLEASE??? PLEASE???

Hot Rod is the ONLY bot who could appreciate Soundwave’s background music PLEASE let them get along or at least be amicable by the end of the episode that would be so frickin good

“The Masters of the Multiverse” man what a good title

I’m so glad Season 3 has been so Hot Rod=focused, HE DESERVES THE SPOTLIGHT

lmao I love that Soundwave and Roddy are both crossing their arms on opposite sides of the bar, guys please you’ve got bigger fish to fry

This is embarrassing but I was legitimately so distracted by how nice Soundwave’s legs looked in this scene I didn’t hear a single thing Roddy said and I had to rewind the episode l m a o.....

Soundwave: I know you’re no Optimus Prime Me: *MORTIFIED GASP* THAT’S A SORE SUBJECT DON’T BE MEAN!!!

SOUNDWAVE NO!!! NO FIGHTING

I KNEW IT I knew he was improperly removed!!!

THEY FRICKIN SLAPPED HIM ON THE CHEST TO FIX HIM LIKE HE”S AN OLD TV IM CACKLING

OH SHOOT they already tried doing something similar to Hound oof

SOUNDWAVE AT LEAST SHARE WHAT THE PLAN IS

OH SHOOT SOUNDWAVE GETS THINGS DONE

I can’t believe they came up with names / jobs for these things

Aw Roddy I’m sorry Soundwave’s overshadowing your leadership role :(

“Maybe they’re trading beauty secrets” DEADEND PLEASE

I hope Soundwave didn’t tell her to kill him

OH NO HE DID, CLOBBER NO

Clobber: *crying while trying to kill him* This hurts me more than it hurts you! Hot Rod: No, this hurts me more GUYS PLEASE

I briefly forgot DeadEnd was a Decepticon and was like “Wow you’re not worrying about Roddy getting his head beat in?? Really??”

Gosh Soundwave looks so cool

“The evil back-stabbing music box” omg

Hot Rod: That’s not how Autobots do things Dead End: Yeah but like, we aren’t. So can we kill him

SOUNDWAVE’S INTERROGATION STUFF IS SO COOL I mean it’s mean but that’s an interesting method

AHH HE SAID THE INFERIOR SUPERIOR THING

Who IS the scientist

Uh. ok what is that brain thing. I WAS ASSUMING THE SCIENTIST WAS A BOT BUT GUESS NOT

Episode 11

Gosh the backgrounds in this show are such a delight for the eyes

*GENTLE GASP* BABIES!!!!!!!! ARE ANY OF THEM SOUNDWAVE’S BABIES???

AW OMG SOUNDWAVE IS THERE HE’S CATCHING A CASSETTE OMG OMG.....OH MY GOSH....THERE ARE REAL TEARS IN MY EYES

But at the same time SOUNDWAVE YOU CANT JUST FRICKIN NAB A BIRD OUT OF THE AIR AND CALL IT YOURS

Oh well I guess he can lmao alrighty then

OH NO....BOTS ARE DYING....GUYS YOU’RE TAKING TOO LONG TO DO THIS

how on EARTH did that work

OHOHO just Hot Rod and Soundwave I hope they learn to trust each other a bit

I’m VERY worried they’re gonna kill off Laserbeak in this episode

ALRIGHT. WELL. THAT SCIENTIST ISNT FREAKY AT ALL.

OK SUPER FREAKY HE’S WAY TOO INTERESTED IN SOUNDWAVE FOR ME TO NOT BE WORRIED ABOUT THIS HE SOUNDS LIKE A CREEPY COLLECTOR

‘‘A blue one...I don’t have a blue one yet’‘ UH OH UH OH!!!! OH PLEASE DONT HURT SOUNDWAVE CYBERVERSE WRITERS PLEASE!!!

DOES SOUNDWAVE KNOW THIS DUDE??? HOW ELSE DID SOUNDWAVE KNOW WHAT WOULD OPEN THE DOOR???

The fact that we can now SEE Laserbeak in his chest makes me worry we’re gonna lose her this episode 8(((

WHAT THE FRICK

ARE THESE DIFFERENT VERSIONS OF SOUNDWAVE FROM DIFFERENT UNIVERSES??? ARE THESE JUST DIFFERENT BOTS THAT SHARE SOUNDWAVE’S ALT MODE???? IM SO DEEPLY WORRIED

“Why would he collect Soundwaves and not Hot Rods?” RODDY PLEASE THIS IS NOT THE TIME!!!!! That’s a very Hot Rod thing to focus on though lmao

I feel like the Cyberverse writers went “Hm, what would make Ana feel most anxious about her favorite character?” and then proceeded to write this episode exactly about that

Like, on the one hand: Good taste weird tentacle alien dude, on the other, GET YOUR MITTS OFF HIM

“When a judge finds a universe guilty, I like to keep a little...souvenir for myself” WOW THAT’S HALF WHAT I GUESSED BUT HE SAID THAT INFINITELY CREEPIER THAN I THOUGHT HE WOULD

HOT ROD PLEASE SAVE HIM FROM THE WEIRD TENTACLE MAN

I love how this team has exactly one braincell and none of the people currently on the other side of the door are in possession of it

“I keep telling myself I don’t have room for any more, but you would go so nicely right here” me @ me when I’m buying figurines tbh

That’s genuinely so upsetting, like if I were in Soundwave’s place I’d be pissed as HELL

OH BOY ARE WE GONNA HAVE A TOYSTORY 2 SCENARIO wrt THE “You’re damaged!” THING

“I’LL SHOW YOU DAMAGED” LMAO Roddy: *starts listing off all his traumas* Tentacle Dr.: Um,,

LET GO OF MY BOY!!!!

“A parade is the best you can come up with?” ASKING THE REAL QUESTIONS RODDY

HELL YEAH GET HIM SOUNDWAVE and thank goodness he got fixed. Hopefully the guy didn’t do anything weird to him

I KNEW THAT WAS TOO EASY WHY IS THIS DUDE SO FREAKY

WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT”S FEEDING TIME

EW WHAT’S IN THERE

IM GONNA LEGITIMATELY CRY IF THEY KILL LASERBEAK PLEASE DONT KILL HIS BIRD

Why do the words “Laserbeak! Eject!” get me so emotional WHY AM I SO HEAD OVER HEELS FOR THIS CASSETTE TAPE AND BOOM BOX

DONT SHOOT LASERBEAK PLEASE

Ironic for Whirl to be the one to say “hold your fire”

Wow way to abandon Hot Rod and Soundwave

uH OH UH OH UH OH

Off-topic but tentacle dude’s voice sounds SO familiar I just can’t place it it’s a really good fit

OH SHOOT THEY”RE DRAINING THE ALL SPARK TOO

DO IT PERCY SAVE EVERYONE!!!!

Perceptor you are ADORABLE

PERCY YOU GOTTA SAY AUTOBOTS ROLL OUT

THERE WE GO OPTIMUS

Oh boy let’s see how Megatron reacts to Clobber interrupting him

Percy should just summon a hologram of Optimus, that would do it

YEAHHH THEY FREED EVERYONE!!!

DO IT GUYS!!! HEAT AND SOUND!!!!

CHROMIA!!! :D

FIST BUMP!!!!!

AND LASERBEAK IS OK!!!!

Uh oh spaghettio that doesn’t seem good

OH WOW YOU’RE REALLY GONNA END THE EPISODE THERE??? HECK I FORGET HOW SHORT THESE ARE

Not to sound predictable but I think that was the most interesting episodes of the season so far

Episode 12

Aw man the judge is still alive heck

MY BOYS!!! MY BOYS IN ONE ROOM TALKING TOGETHER AND NOT TRYING TO KILL EACH OTHER!!!

Optimus: We will work together to stop this Megatron: *half-hearted grumble of assent*

Bee please don’t reignite the war by bumping into people

LMAO WHY’S IT SOUND LIKE OPTIMUS JUST ASKED MEGATRON TO MARRY HIM

I love this they’re both like “frick this is so uncomfortable”

MEGATRON COME ON

HELL YEAH YOU TELL EM SOUNDWAVE nice teamwork!!!

KUP!!!! AND STRIKA!!!

LMAO THEY SHOVED THEM IN THE TRAINING SIM guys pls. I mean good effort but

Man can I just say it’s so nice seeing these two (especially Soundwave, the world’s most under-valued Decepticon ever) become respected leaders while getting time in the spotlight? I LOVE that!!!!

I should redraw this screenshot sometime

Bee and Arcee and Shadow Striker and Lockdown!! Such a good combo

OH MY GOSH HE SERIOUSLY DID A TOUCH REFERENCE

AHHHHHH SOUNDWAVE BACKED HIM UP WITH MUSIC, I KNEW THEY’D GET ALONG!!!! SALING YOU WERE SO RIGHT AHHHHH

I’D DIE FOR YOU TWO!!!!!!!!!!

TEAM SOUNDWAVE AND HOT ROD: THE ULTIMATE CAPTAINS!!!!

SKYWARP!!!!!!

YEAH!!!!!!!!!!

Life-or-death video games really do build friendships

WINDBLADE!!! :D

Aw man are you guys still really gonna wake up this Titan

Windblade: Did you guys ask Maccadam about this first Hot Rod: Oh absolutely he definitely said yes don’t worry about it Windblade: You sure? This dude seems like. Super evil Hot Rod: Nah it’ll be fine don’t even worry about it

THANK YOU RODDY for being the voice of reason for once

Maccadam: Now isn’t the time for this Titan, we need to save that for the season finale

Can’t believe they’re really dragging a bomb through the city

Ok so like. Where is Megatron during all of this. Are you seriously gonna sulk and miss this whole battle Megatron

Arcee with her machine gun is SO cute

Someone please shoot this shark dude and shut him up

AW THEY BROKE ARCEE’S MACHINE GUN :(

GET ‘IM WINDBLADE!!!

HEY MEGATRON OPTIMUS COULD REALLY USE A HAND HERE COME ON

WHOOPS so much for the bomb

OH AND EVERYONE ELSE I GUESS?? FORGOT THAT THE BOMB WOULD PROBABLY HIT THEM

WINDBLADE PLEASE BE CAREFUL

BEE FALLING AND RODDY IMMEDIATELY DROPPING DOWN TO SHIELD HIM, OH MAN THAT GOT ME HURTING SOMETHING FIERCE

HERE COMES IACONUS AND WINDBLADE

Man I hope we get to see Windblade and Starscream duke it out with Titans

THANK YOU FOR SAVING HER MACCADAM I WAS SO WORRIED

“I’ve lost too many cityspeakers this way” OH WOW THAT CONFESSION ACTUALLY LEGIT HURT....Mac how many times have city speakers tried controlling Iaconus? How many people have you seen die apart from the citizens of Iacon?

AW MAN BUMMER PLACE TO END IT ok let’s do a few more episodes after a quick break (I’m still SCREAMING over that Soundwave episode)

[the-ll-crew-was-here]

How do Transformers Know What Cars Are?, and Where are Their Insignias?

So I was having a conversation with my dad, who was asking me about things that I was interested in. Ya know, for child-father bonding purposes and all that.

So the topic of Transformers somehow came up, during which he began to ask me questions like "So how did Hot Rod become Rodimus?", "Did you know that Orion Pax and Optimus Prime both have the same initials?", and "So in these newer interpretations of Transformers, does Starscream actually live up to his name?"

Most of these questions, I was able to answer. Hot Rod became Rodimus Prime via the Matrix of Leadership, yes, Orion Pax and Optimus Prime both have the initials O.P., and I have heard that in Cyberverse, Starscream actually screams, and that is one of his weapons or something.

And then...my dad asked a question that truly stumped me:

"So if Transformers can live for millions of years...and they've been living far longer than us humans...then how do they know what cars and planes are?"

I looked up at him in shock.

"Dad, what are you talking about?", I asked.

He looked down at me and said, "Well, we've always known what cars and planes are. Hell, we invented cars and planes like, millions of years after most Transformers were born. So then how do Transformers know what those vehicles are?"

I was dumbfounded. This man...was asking me how Transformers knew what vehicles were. That is like a fish—who was bred in captivity—asking what aquariums are.

I look up at him and I go, "Could you elaborate on that...?"

He says, "Well, Transformers have been living for millions of years. And we don't really know if cars or other vehicles were even a thing when they were born. It's like they ripped off of our car designs and then mixed it up with their alien tech. So, basically, how did they know what cars and that kind of stuff was, and how did they alter their bodies to turn into them?"

I then had to go through explaining to him what T-cogs were, who Primus was, and how they both played a role in Transformers, well, transforming into those things. And then I ended my explanation with, "Hey, for all we know, the founder of the Ford car company could have just ran into a Transformer who crashed on Earth and could turn into a car, and then built a car based on what they had during that time period. So...how do we know that we didn't just rip off of them?"

He just laughed, and then we moved on to other questions.

He asked me another confusing question a few minutes later:

"So where are their insignias?"

I looked up at him. "Dad, what the hell do you mean? The insignias are right on their chassises."

He shook his head. "That is not true. I was looking at some Transformers stuff, and it took me five whole minutes to find Optimus Prime's Autobot symbol. It was on his shoulder."

"Well, yeah, dad, some 'Bots and 'Cons have their insignias on their shoulders, backs, wings-"

He interrupts me. "And half of the time, they are not even visible. Hell, we can't even see them unless we look really, really close."

I ask him to elaborate.

He says, "Remember that one time you showed me the first episode of Transformers: Prime? On your iPad? Their insignias were so small, I could barely see them, even with my glasses. And, even if they were right in front of your big eyes, you still couldn't see them. You know why? Because they were the same color as their paint job!"

"Dad, that was just a design choice for the TV show..."

"I thought that Arcee was a Decepticon until I saw her insignia and asked you why a Decepticon was wearing an Autobot symbol."

I sighed. "Dad, maybe we should just move on-"

"Can you just imagine that? That the insignias are so goddamn small that not even their own affiliation members can see them?" He interrupted me yet again. "Just imagine two Transformers running towards each other with weapons during the war. One is a 'Con and one is a 'Bot, but they don't know that. They'll have to stop in the middle of a war to check the other's bodies in search of an insignia. And they have to hurry, because if they find that this is not someone who is on their side, they will kill them! Think about that for two minutes, and then tell me you don't want to walk into the ocean!"

I quickly change the subject. "So how is cousin Zack doing?"

"Oh he's doing great."

And then we moved on, and we haven't brought this conversation up since.