#Trans Femme Starscream
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cosmics-beings · 3 months ago
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it's always crazy to me how people used to and still do get weirdly offended at the mere motion that people hc starscream as lesbian or trans fem. when the most common trans hcs for him are the complete opposite. i remember i was on twitter and someone blocked people on spot for hc starscream as trans fem or lesbian and asked those ppl not to interact with him..can you imagine if people asked people who hc starscream as gay/trans masc not to interact with them...idk.
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bones4thecats · 2 months ago
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Hello, you can, Tfa Starscream x Conjux femme reader, where Starscream's clones are in love with the reader 💙❤️
➸ Clones v. Starscream; Trans. Animated
Character: Starscream and his Clones (Transformers Animated) A/N: This was actually one of my favorite things I've written for the Transformers Franchise. I hope you enjoy it as well, 💙❤️Anon! Disclaimer(s): Nothing, except maybe poly relationships? I'm not sure, didn't get that deep into it.
Star - 💫 / Slip - 💐 / Ram - 🪶 / Sky - 😱 / Thunder - ��️ / Sun - 🌦️
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╚═════ Starscream Clones v. Starscream ══════════════╝
💫 Starscream landed, transforming back into his bi-pedal mode. He was not very amused. Those Primus-forsaken Autobots managed to stop him from gaining another object for his plans! How annoying!
💫 As he walked around the run-down ship that was once the Nemesis, Starscream could hear the voice of his conjunx coming from a couple hallways down. But his conjunx's voice wasn't the only one he heard, he also heard his clones' voices
💫 Speeding up his pace to almost a full-out sprint, the seeker stopped in front of a doorway. There you stood, speaking to Slipstream while Skywarp held onto you from behind. He was acting as if you were his personal plush
�� Starscream's anger was now soaring. How dare these knockoffs of him start getting along with his conjunx! You were his, not theirs! He's been with you for hundreds of thousands of years, they had only been with you for a couple Earthly months at most!
💫 Hearing a scoff from the entry-way, you turned and saw your conjunx, Starscream, standing there. He was leaning against the doorway with a sour expression on his face. You chuckled and motioned for Skywarp to let you go, which he did
💫 You walked up to Starscream, wrapped your arms around his midsection, and hugged him. Your grasp was better than almost any Cybertronians, especially a femmes. Starscream smiled smugly and hugged you back, glaring at the Clones behind you, you being completely oblivious to the action
"How was your mission on Earth?" You asked.
"I bet he failed." Slipstream voiced.
"Starscream? Fail? That's nonsense." Ramjet said, making Starscream narrow his optics and bawl his servos into fists.
"I recommend you shut your intakes, Clones."
"Exactly. Starscream is one of the best Decepticons ever created. Even better than that bucket-head Megatron." Sunstorm praised.
"Thank you, Sunstorm." Starscream said.
💫 You looked as Slipstream rolled her optics and walked off, her metal hips swaying as she did so. While many mechs would watch, you preferred the sight of the original Starscream's hips moving as he walked around
"Oh please. I am obviously the superior Starscream. You're all mere pieces of scrap compared to my genius." Thundercracker boasted.
"Exactly. And you totally didn't fail your last mission against the Autobot Repair Team."
"Why you-"
"Enough, you two. I think you guys need some time to recharge. Go to your chambers and relax," you added, "and don't bother trying to flatter me out of it. Sunstorm."
💫 Sunstorm shrugged and walked off, the others following suite. You then looked at Starscream and chuckled, hugging him once more as he picked you up and walked to look out of one of the many huge windows that surrounded the now-destroyed war ship that you lived on for many years
"You know, sometimes I think that you like those Clones more than me." Starscream teased, a smirk ever so present on his face.
"More than my original sparkmate? Not possible."
💫 Starscream laughed lightly as you leaned forward and leaned your forehead against his. You could feel the bit of the Allspark in his helm pulsing with his own spark as you gave him affection. While many called him sparkless and a monster, you knew the real Starscream. And he could feel love. And right now was extreme proof of that claim
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cleverthylacine · 6 months ago
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Japanese G1 continuity is absolutely not normal about girls but damned if they don't give us some of the best ones
There was a significant amount of Transformers continuity released between 1987 and around 2007 that was produced in Japanese and is really only known to most English-speaking fans through fansubs, dubs that were only released in Australia, and the like. Shows like Headmasters, Victory, and Zone. Manga like Victory and 15 Go Go Go Teletraan (which was really mostly Kiss Players). Radio shows like Kiss Players.
I'm gonna be super up front. Japanese G1 is not normal about femmes in any way, shape or form. At the same time, it gave us some of the BEST and most underused female characters in the Transformers universe.
Headmasters, which came out right after the US G1 show ended, is particularly egregious. In Headmasters, Arcee has been reduced to Fort Max's administrative assistant, uses ridiculously polite and subservient language, and is also the only medic. And being a medic would be kind of badass if they let her be as badass as Ratchet, you know? But they absolutely do not.
Also, in Headmasters, Carly (now married to Spike) allows her son--a freaking child, not even a teenager--to go on missions when Spike can't and a human is needed, because uh, for some reason it's better for a 12 year old boy to go, not an adult woman?
But most of the good femmes don't come from Headmasters. And some of the best femmes we have are from Japanese G1.
Super-God Masterforce made it up to us by giving gave us Minerva, a human girl who is a Headmaster with a robot body (transtector) making her basically a bad ass mecha pilot, and who actively does fight.
The Victory manga gives us Esmeral, Deathsaurus' incredibly classy wife, and Lyzack, Leozack's twin sister, who is in charge of defending the homefront but really does want to go out and fight. Illumina appears in both the Victory manga and the anime. She's a little human girl who has a crush on Jan Minakaze and is always trying to get people to choose nonviolence.
(Lyzack later appears in an English-language comic - the Wings Universe--wherein she's basically Deathsaurus' servant and Starscream hits on her. I don't like that.)
There are a number of great femmes who were only ever toys. The Cobalt Sentries set gave us Howlback, leader of the Decepticon military police (called the Cobalt Sentries). She is basically Ravage's twin sister but instead of being super stealthy she can turn your attacks right back on you.
(Later she appears in several English language comics and in at least one she is canonically trans. I'm not a fan of her depiction in the SG Recordicons Batman tribute arc, though.)
The Unite Warriors toyline - Takara's response to Combiner Wars, basically - gave us the combiner Megatronia, made up of Megaempress, and her four guards, Lunaclub (sometimes called Luna Clover or Luna Trefle), Flowspade, Moonheart, and Trickdiamond. They are incredibly awesome.
(IDW 2019 used Trickdiamond, but none of the others. Tricky was one of Swindle's contacts.)
Then there's the elephant in the room that everyone pretends isn't there...Kiss Players.
So, okay. There is nothing normal about Kiss Players whatsoever. On the other hand, I'd rather listen to KP than watch RID2015 which is just blatant copaganda from hell.
Kiss Players had an interesting plot involving little bits of Galvatron and Unicron getting into humans and creating the Kiss Players--humans who could give TFs a powerup by kissing them and then merging with their internals somehow. Then there are the Legions, the dick-tongued monsters that everyone who hasn't actually listend to the show or read the manga thinks are Megatron.
The dick-tongued monsters are gross. It is also gross that some of the Kiss Players are barely teenagers and definitely not adults and are constantly ending up in Situations.
But the plot centres around the apparent rise of Convoy, or Optimus, from the dead, and his transformation into a weird groomery dude, which many people don't understand there was an actual reason for, because it's not Optimus, it's someone else riding around in his body.
Melissa Faireborn is like if you chopped Marissa Faireborn's IQ in half, dyed her hair blond and threw out any pants or skirts that covered her knees. She is nothing like Marissa and I treat them as cousins, but Xiaoxiao Li is amazing and her real lover.
Anyhow, this female scientist (Dr Amaou) lost her mind over the loss of her daughter during the events of the 1986 movie et sequelae, and she's got to be stopped from turning Atari and her Autorooper robot pal into a permanent fusion to reincarnate her daughter Shizuku (whom for some reason I always want to call Setsuna instead).
It's a little confusing because most of the really good parts of the plot got jammed into a few episodes near the end of the season, although once you know what it is, it's clear that it's being set up. That artist just likes borderline lolicon way too much.
The second season of KP is very squeaky clean and sends the girls out to collect what they think are Allspark fragments, and they are very annoyed because Ravage, whom they call "black panther man" keeps getting in their way and fucking with them, only to later find out that the bots who gave them this task are Unicronian heralds and Ravage is trying to stop them from helping Unicron do what Unicron does.
Rosanna, everyone's favourite robot pop idol, comes from the second season of KP, although you don't see very much of her or her companions Glit and Sundor.
Incidentally KP sets up the Unicron Trilogy and some of its characters end up in the UT--which did come to the US, and gave us Alexis Thi Dang.
(This post is brought to you because I just wrote an Esmeral thing and someone was musing separately about Megaempress as a parent and I almost ended up writing this post while reblogging them, because I'm a nerd with a hyperfixation).
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Edit: This should be labeled Round 3
Kirby:
- THE nonbinary icon
- Their gender is friend
- Goes through many transformations
- Can kill gods
Knockout:
- They're masc but also femme. They're both on a dime and I just think that's neat
- All robots are inherently trans
- Well They're not called Cisformers
- It's incredibly trans to be one of the few car transformers in a team of flying vehicles
- When Starscream met Knockout Starscream called them "One of THOSE" in refrence to Knockout's care form. Very internalized homo/ transphobic of Starscream
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gatorseverywhere · 4 months ago
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I will send you Transformers thoughts.
- Tarn wants Megatron, but what he needs is a dommy mommy. Or a cat.
- Overlord is a sub.
- Cold constructed mechs would have really fucked up ideas about sex and intimacy. The differences are incredibly pronounced between the survivors of the first batches versus the last ones under the "3 step class"
- Prowl's longest lasting relationship is a monstrosity of a coffee machine that he salvaged from his old station's trash because it, in his opinion, was still operational and gave him the best brew for breakthroughs. Said machine produces a sludge that unfit for most mechanisms consumption and can be classified as a food war crime. Not to Prowl though. He knocks it back with a straight face.
- Megatron most definitely fucked the cassettes.
- Nautilator has a sheet for mechs to fill out their kinks and icks because of the Voice. He also memorized a variety of Megatron's speeches and speaking mannerisms so he could nail the imitation and do things on the fly.
- Riptide has two dicks.
- There should be more cultural misunderstandings between the Lost Colonies and Cybertron. Or have a language barrier.
- Solus Prime was a buff femme with shoulders to bench Megatronus.
- Liege Maximo is a short king with heels.
- Starscream could be trans. All his frame works and trades versus his True Form.
There is a mention of nsfw, proceed with caution
I love all of these-
Tarn definitely wants megatron, he's so down bad for him, Megatron is the only mech who could ever truly put tarn in his place, but the angst possibility is also phenomenal, especially with Meg's defection.
Im not quite sure what you mean by the cold construct bit, but i agree about the fucked up part.
I can not say i agree with overlord being a sub, but maybe when it comes to certain mechs. He's dominant until someone who isnt scared of him actually steps up to his authority. At first, he definitely considers killing the mech, but he decides it could be a fun challenge to let the mech try to dom, then he finds out he definitely does not mind it-
Prowl can stomach the most VILE coffee ever. As long as it keeps him wide awake, he'll drink it. He's tried the alternative, calming things to help him sleep better, like tea (decaf), but it never helps, so to cope with his inability to sleep, he just forces himself to stay awake. Also, yeah he can't hold normal relationships to save his life. Most mechs can't handle his lifestyle.
Meg's and the cassets would be a sight to see bro, he rewards them for doing so well, especially on infiltration missions where they're small enough to sneak into autobot base.
I'm sorry i dont no nautilator very well unfortunately 😔
Two spiked riptide, i love it, he looks like a shark so ofc he gets the double dicks.
Culture difference, i love it, especially when practices are so different, and it's just a culter shock.
Buff femmes is my kryptonite, i need solus to bench press me
Leige maximo is so fine for no reason
We all know starscreams original name was Pretty Poison, so now that means he used to be a femme with that name and changed his name to Starscream. We love a trans king.
Thank you for the asks, i adore all of these ❤️❤️❤️
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kandicon · 1 year ago
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Is nobody talking abt Nova Storm being a potential trans woman?? Like she not only takes Thundercracker's place but also has his sonic booms?? The show has gone over nonbinary people and gender conversations already, this is not out of the relm of possibility at all.
If nobody's gonna talk about it that just means I'm gonna talk EXTRA about it. Headcanon time.
Okay, so obviously Starscream was the one who did the surgery. He'd be all to happy to have unique colors w the removal of Thundercracker's blue and be the only boy in the group. The chance to stand out even more amongst his trine AND a free opportunity to stick his hands in some internals and do as he pleases?? HELL yes.
He was only a little upset that Nova Storm wanted to keep her sonic booms and he couldn't take that mechanism to stick into his own internals. Just a little.
Skywarp started doing makeup because Nova Storm took interest in it. Which of course meant Starscream also got into it too because he would not let his trine walk around with messy lipstick! Don't they know they're an extension of himself?! Their image is his image and they will look the best. Both Skywarp and Nova Storm have shaky hands from their outlier abilities. Good thing no-smudge paint can last without wear for months, no war or prison could ever get in the way of a perfect face of makeup.
Nova Storm realized she was a femme during the war, which is the main reason she got Starscream to do her transition and not a less biased, less unethical actual doctor. It had downfalls, but it was also one of the trine's closest times during the war. The three of them, all sitting around a room meticulously planning "Thundercracker's" death for months, because Nova Storm's a writer and no way she's gonna give up the chance to act out one her stories in real life. Skywarp is so proud of the fake tears she made at the news to this day (Starscream learned mascara just so Skywarp could wear some that day to get it all runny). Y'all will think that the Decepticons' most guarded secret has something to do with the war, or a Shockwave experiment, but no. The Decepticons' closest kept secret is Nova Storm's transition.
Everyone can kinda agree that it was probably the best for Nova's transition to be secret, "Thundercracker" was a very public figure as one of Starscream's trine. It would have been an easily available weakness for other Decepticons or Autobots to attack to hurt Starscream or Nova Storm. But the main reason was for the tragic death story potential and siblings scheming together.
Skywarp and Nova Storm definitely had their whole finishing each other's sentences before her transition, but they totally played it up even more afterwards.
Nova Storm got so happy and euphoric when people started to refer to her and Skywarp as sisters (usually with a negative "s" word before it. Ex. Scary, sinister, spooky, etc.). She still feels euphoric over it, but it's much more normal for her now and then she realizes she feels less about it because is so much more normal and common now and that makes her even happier. It's just a thing for her now!! It's a correct thing and it's natural and that's exactly how it's supposed to be.
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transingthoseformers · 10 months ago
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Carrier BD and Rescued KO AU
I love how KO was used as a euphemism for being trans in the show (a 2013 show, mind you) and how the whole "gender presentations" thing with Mechs and Femmes. Like. That concept fits so well! Also, I had a thought. KO, being a doctor and since he wanted to switch alts (flyer to racer) he researched the process before hand, and got pretty knowledgeable himself (if a medical sugery? He can only preform it on others). So like, imagine that tidbit coming up after KOBD defect to the bots. Just;
"What do you mean you know how to preform altmode swap surgery?"
"Well sor-ry if I wanted to know what the docs were doing to me when I swapped my alt."
"Wdym, when you swapped your alt. Your not a racer originally?"
"Nope. Seeker. Didn't like it. Swapped."
And just imagine all the outcomes for this. 1. Someone shows some transphobia to KO after, which Miko very quickly shuts down. 2. Ratchet wants to know the process (he never bothered learning it, he was a general med practitioner, not a swap specialist). 3. Someone wants to be a flyer. Probably either Bee or Smokey. Maybe Jackie. They're all crazy enough for it.
Thoughts?
I don't typically see Knockout as being trans in the same way as people are, but it's always an interesting comparison to see and I've dabbled in changing altmodes as a metaphor for transitioning (see: the broadwings universe) there's interesting discussions to be had between gender expression and altmode (especially with the wide variety of altmodes and characters who we know have had different altmodes over time!)
Plussss plus plus, based on what I know of Knockout in Aligned lore, he's probably performed a nice few altmode swapping procedures throughout his life!
May i vote Smokescreen if just for the fact that he'd look interesting, but you could also vote for an oc or a character who's in rid15 because Starscream is referenced as having a MAJOR frame overhaul and i like his rid frame :3
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lillified · 1 year ago
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do you pick the genders for the characters in your au based on vibes? you're the only person i've seen have a she/her hot rod, but i see a lot of femme starscream, so i was just wondering if there was any sort of process to it
I didn’t know there was a lot of femme Starscream! there wasn’t when I started, so that’s very cool to hear :)
as for reasoning—tbh, I honestly try not to have one anymore, if that makes sense? back in the day I would have big laundry lists of every canonical reason and precedent for why I would make changes to a character, and while I still have an internal logic to it, I realized that feeling like I had to make decisions based on what I thought other people would allow/accept, instead of what I thought made the most sense for a character thematically, or what I just wanted to do. I was holding back alot, which felt unfair! At the end of the day I don’t think you should need any reason to make a character a girl, or to make them trans, or to make them queer—if it feels right to you and you’re the only person in the chain of command telling you what to do, then you should go ahead!
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Tfa seeker hcs because I love them all
Ramjet is capable of telling the truth. He just thinks it's more fun to play the "opposite game" and watch people get mad.
Don't return Sunstorm's compliments. He might just die on the spot (in a good way).
Slipstream. I have nothing for Slipstream. Except maybe she's a femme bc Starscream is bigender or trans??? Idk, it's hard to think of a Slipstream headcanon
The only thing Skywarp isn't scared of is moths. He loves them.
One insult and Thundercracker's ego is gone. Destroyed. Reduced to ashes. He won't show it, though.
Starscream hates all of the clones except for Sunstorm (the most canon thing here 💀).
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cosmics-beings · 7 months ago
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people who get seriously mad at people who use she/her pronouns for starscream or use feminine identifiers for him are weirdos. and complaining about misgendering him?? grow up omg
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Knockout:
- They're masc but also femme. They're both on a dime and I just think that's neat
- All robots are inherently trans
- Well They're not called Cisformers
- It's incredibly trans to be one of the few car transformers in a team of flying vehicles
- When Starscream met Knockout Starscream called them "One of THOSE" in refrence to Knockout's care form. Very internalized homo/ transphobic of Starscream
Jonny D’ville:
- A murderous cannibal space pirate may not be the poster child for transgenderism per se, but you can’t tell me there’s no transgender vibes at all
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birthdaycakeplate · 2 years ago
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✨Part 2✨ Warnings in the tags, though most apply to Part 1✨ Kissing✨ Blushing✨Im awful babes✨
💕Basically the heavier fluff this has been leading up to below💕
Blitzbee/Megop with the ‘Cons being accidentally very soft and making the ‘Bot boys emotional for it. I would sum this up as, ‘crack treated seriously’.
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“We’re cool again.” Bumblebee told Blitzwing over an extremely unauthorized comm link.
“I figured as much. Jou little Autobots are too soft to stay mad at each other.”
He could practically hear Bee lift a brow ridge at him, eager to remind him that Ratchet existed as proof otherwise.
“Let me guess,” Bee snorted.
“You big brutes think that’s a weakness of ours?”
No. Blitzwing could admit he was starting to see the appeal in keeping such close bonds with one another. It may come with some stronger emotions than he was comfortable with expressing to another bot when things became strained -as he’d seen- but having someone who cared so deeply for you sounded liberating in a way. Someone you could rest assured would be waiting for you with open servos at the end of an explosive argument, rather than another punch or violent rejection.
If things were different, he wouldn’t mind being bonded in such a way with Lugnut. Thank frag rambling about yellow minibots at 3 am didn’t count.
Blitzwing chose not to comment.
“Ve vill meet zoon for zose negotiations, I believe.” He said instead.
And he’d need some serious convincing that those negotiations would ever be as devoid of the sense of attachment that’d brought them so uncomfortably close as they’d once been. This new truce was born, from the compassion of a former gladiator who’d once worn the blood of Autobots as war paint in the darker days of their campaign. Nothing about his agreeing to forge a relationship between their peoples would leave this feeling ‘business-like’ or casual ever again.
“Vill jou be bringing ze Game Box?”
“Frag yeah!” Bee instantly perked up.
“I wouldn’t spend my time giving my polish hours of sun damage any other way! We’ll play first thing, I, oh- uh, actually....” Bumblebee stopped abruptly and trailed off, and Blitzwing could make out the slightest quiver in his vocalizer. Like he was embarrassed about something.
Blitzwing sat upright, immediately invested.
“So, um... A-About that...”
“Vut iz it, Bee?”
That was definitely the sound of Bumblebee swallowing on the other end. Blitzwing subconsciously leaned forward, straining to hear.
“Yeah, I uh... I was just wondering if you’d like to play something... uh, different next time?”
Blitzwing damned his flickering wings at the softness his tone had taken.
“Because I vas getting too good at ze other one?”
Bee gave a nervous laugh, clearly trying to keep his cool.
Blitzwing pushed him a bit.
“But I am certain I vill excel at zis one, too. Vut iz it?”
Bumblebee went eerily quiet for so long, Blitzwing worried he’d just severed the connection. But then a little sigh filled the tense silence. Definitely nervous.
“Well, it’s not actually *cool*. I mean, you can’t like... ‘be good’ at it.”
Blitzwing cocked his helm, tapping a finger to his cheek in thought. Waiting patiently for Bee to explain his interest in anything he couldn’t earn bragging rights to.
“You just, like, um... You water plants- and, um... and take care of animals.... and, and stuff...”
A game about domestic bliss? What Blitzwing had gathered in his short studies of organic Earth life, it certainly sounded like it.
Bumblebee held his breath. He knew it sounded stupid, even while he was saying it, but... he kind of just hoped Blitzwing wouldn’t care about that...
It was his *favorite* game -his guilty pleasure. One he’d deny vehemently if anyone ever found it.
But.... it’d be ok if Blitzwing knew...
“Oh?” The triple changer hummed. Either placating him, which was uncharacteristically sweet of him, or somehow intrigued at the thought of playing a slice of life game that didn’t involve all the ‘cool stuff’ a ‘Con would be interested in. No guns or violence or defacing park fountains-
“I like animals.” Blitzwing said at last.
Which, really?
Wow.
Did he like killing them, or...?
Bee didn’t get a chance to ask before Blitzwing said the single most baffling thing he’d heard in ages -Excluding Megatron of Tarn’s agreement to a *truce*.
“Zere is a field of cows not far from here. Zey moo sometimes vhen I’m trying to recharge.” Then it was his turn to be awkward and quiet, and it had Bee slack jawed and dialing the volume in his audial.
“I... I like to listen to zhem... I guess....”
Bee very pointedly -having learnt from experience- did not rave like a lunatic over this information. ‘Cons had proven themselves sensitive -shy, if you asked him- about things of a softer nature. Being lulled by squishy earth creatures into recharge included.
Instead, Bumblebee redirected, though barely able to contain the ecstatic laughter threatening to bubble out of him.
“Dude, heh- t-this game has cows in it!”
“Riveting.” Blitzwing agreed noncommittally. Probably deadly aware he’d given himself away just now, but agreeaing to ignore it.
“I’ll definitely make you your own account this time!” Bumblebee chirped, and Blitzwing could imagine him bouncing around his room. Knocking over the mountains of game cartridges he liked to imagine Bee hoarded.
“You’ll want to name your own character for this game -it’s special that way, trust me!”
“Sure.” The other huffed. Bee seemed to be getting to know him better as a bot, so if he said so, it must be true.
Which is how Blitzwing found himself under the shade of a line of trees and Bumblebee leaning into him, fiddling with the Game Box in his larger hands and guiding him through the set up. Helping him make himself a digital tent and thrusting his servos in his face excitedly when Blitzwing managed to attract a new animal to it. And no one even cared that they were too far away from the negotiations to help if things ‘went awry’.
‘As if’, Blitzwing snorted. Though his opinion about any potential cross faction violence was definitely made less credible by his obvious approval of the little mech hanging off his arm.
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Optimus knew these talks wouldn’t suddenly become easier, just because Megatron had shown him some compassion. Well, an abundance of compassion, considering the source of it.
Still, they were discussing the future of their people -discussing it with an often times iron-brained, macho aft, who didn’t see why they’d likely be pinned with tariffs for off planet goods from Decepticon populated cities, and wouldn’t accept an explanation for it.
“If our factions are at peace in this hypothetical scenario, why would we be taxed for that?!”
“The authorities on the council will want our merging to operate in uniform.” Optimus was guessing, of course, but he couldn’t imagine a Cybertron in his life cycle that would settle for anything less than what explicitly made *them* -the civilians and council- feel comfortable. Xenophobia was as extended towards other species as it was their own brethren.
“But our needs are different to your own.” Megatron reminded him.
“Luxury goods maybe. Essentials aren’t.”
And ‘how accommodating would the council be for war frame luxuries’ was the implication there. Megatron, of course, expected resistance, including such ludicrous rules as those from the ancient, winded bots in power. *But* that didn’t mean he would *accept* them...
“I think it’s stupid, too.” Optimus added, knowing his honest distaste was still a useless sentiment in this case.
“But I know what the Magnus will probably push for.”
They both did, because they both knew deep down what kind of mech their less reasonable, less trusting Ultra Magnus could be. That didn’t mean Megatron would pass up an opportunity to poke at the other.
“Where are you getting this information?” He hummed, looking the little Prime over.
Optimus looked worried then. Knowing it was entirely likely Megatron had seen right through him before he’d bothered to make that jab.
“Well, *actually*....” He took a moment to clear his vocalizer and push away the affect Megatron’s smirk seemed to be having on his courage.
“I stayed up all cycle sort of... falling down a rabbit hole of-“
“A what?” The other blinked.
“It’s an expression. Anyway, I just got lost in all these, ah, ‘what if’s. A-And I thought about the laws that’d come to pass under Ultra Magnus’ rule. I mean, there are plenty of... of...” Well Optimus wasn’t ready to damn his commander *entirely* yet, but recalling the clear prejudice against flight capable frames and the treatment of bots falsely labeled ‘non sentient’ in their history under his leadership didn’t do much of anything to renew his withering faith in the mech. Not now that he’d been shown how reasonable they could be.
Megatron hummed, a expression neutral. He wasn’t desperate to hear an already shaken, confused mech do more to ruin his neglected faith in a cause he so earnestly believed in. Optimus was doing all of this, because he believed his system would be convinced to make a change. That they would do it, because they would want to do the right thing- like he did.
Megatron felt that familiar burden he’d come to associate with feeling responsible for this mech’s better sense tinge his spark.
Optimus pursued the Autobot cause, because he believed it existed for the right, honest reasons, and he wanted to see it bettered. Quite a thing for Megatron to tackle, or try to cast in a more honest light.
So, he moved on.
“What sensible reason could Ultra Magnus actually give for me to accept the terms of such a tax?”
Optimus’ finials dipped, and Megatron was drawn to them.
“I was worried he’d base it on something like... well, the fact that we don’t have access to those cities.”
“You would be welcomed to, in an era of peace.” Megatron stated the obvious, which Optimus knew sounded logical, but-
“They aren’t as accessible to civil frames- with few, if any, exceptions, we can’t fly. And don’t tell me cities like New Kaon are going to have livable conditions for civil types, even just for visiting.” Optimus arched a brow ridge.
Megatron mirrored it.
“So you are telling me, we are not allowed to have a space which caters specifically to our needs without penance? Do you see how discriminatory that is and *why* I’d rather eat my own glossa?”
“I’m *saying* the *Magnus* will definitely push for that,” As he’d want total control of Megatron’s people, as much as his own.
“And we’ll need to build up trust and respect for your kin before we can make a solid point to protest it. We need bots on your side first, if we’re ever going to fix the millennias of fear and insecurity the war has instilled in Cybertronians.”
Megatron agreed with his logic. He didn’t agree to the hypothetical events that may await him, though.
“Unacceptable. I don’t *settle* for *anything*.”
“Sometimes you have to make compromises-“
“Why else would I *only* agree to speak with you about these pertinent matters?” Megatron continued, and crossed his arms and jut his chin out for good measure. Looking thoroughly insulted. Noticing Prowl’s anxious side glance from the short distance away.
Optimus blushed, but refused to let the strange flutter in his tanks push him off track.
“Because Ultra Magnus i-isn’t here?”
“And if he were, I’d only spare him a glance whenever I needed him to write something into law.” Megatron huffed indignantly. How dare Optimus even presume...
Obviously Magnus wasn’t good for much else than his title. Optimus was the only mech Megatron would be doing any spark searching with. Ever.
*Ever*.
Little idiot.
Optimus was too out of sorts to argue. It *really* seemed like Megatron was complimenting him this time, and he didn’t know what to do about that.
Should he... do it back? To encourage camaraderie?
*Would it* encourage camaraderie? Or would his kindness bruise Megatron’s ego?
“You, well, ah. You... You are brilliant, Megatron -there’s no denying that. Ultra Magnus should be far more amendable to your visions for our future, once he sees how far you’ve come as a leader.” Optimus winced at how weak that was for a compliment.
But he couldn’t help his own bias in that Megatron choosing to make a change did make him look a more competent, commendable leader. And there were few things that lit him up like a respectable authority figure.
Not that Optimus was...was... ‘lit up’....
Megatron was stood there, helplessly locking optics across the way with Blitzwing and Lugnut -who were oblivious that this may very well be the first ever signal that they were overstepping some serious boundaries in these negotiations and remained unbothered, turning back to the little Autobots demanding their attention instead.
Megatron only needed a moment more of buffering, though, to connect the little Prime’s words to the intent there.
A compliment. Flattery even?
He set his jaw and turned dangerously slow to level with the smaller mech. A smirk pulling the corners of his lips turned absolutely predatory and sullied whatever faith Optimus might have that this mech had an ounce of integrity in him.
That strong intuition of his had Optimus looking wobbly on his pedes then.
“You think me a fine leader, Prime?” Megatron purred salaciously. He cocked his hip to one side and settled a large, scarred hand over it. Looking audacious as ever.
Optimus was definitely going to be eating his words -and his pride- for this, but...
“I do.” He swallowed.
“You’ve shown that you’re willing to talk things through without violence. I-I think that’s... I think.. that you...”
When had Megatron gotten so close? Optimus looked up at him with wide optics, struggling to keep optic contact.
“Am I so grand a leader that I might have *you* then?”
“I- What- I- !?”
“As my soldier, of course.” Megatron expanded, smiling happily in the face of the shuddering Prime. Prideful at having been the one to affect him so. Who could ever ask him to give up delighting in a treat like this, no matter what good things the future might hold? He was a deplorable scoundrel at his core, and that’s all he ever would be, if you went digging.
Optimus could feel heat radiating off his cheekplates, and all the way to the tips of his audial fins. That was about all he could take, it seemed.
“That’s enough for today, I think!” He squeaked, entirely unmechlike.
The smile slipped right off of Megatron’s faceplate.
“Ah, is it? We’ve only just started-“
“Two hours ago!” Optimus reminded him, and hurried past the towering brute to collect his team. Being careful not to let Ratchet see how suspiciously bothered he was after he’d endured such an unholy amount of his pestering about Megatron using him and this fake truce to get under his plates for the last week or so.
He -poorly- disguised his flustered state from the lot of them with a quick snap of the fingers in the opposite direction, vocalizer completely blown, indicating that they were leaving. Nobody looked convinced his issue was anger at the incorrigible mech behind him grinning wolfishly.
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Bumblebee was two steps sneaking into Optimus’ room later -as if Prowl wasn’t decently aware at this point about their nightly rendezvous- and taking a seat right onto Optimus’ recharge slab, when he spun around and started thrusting ‘delightful’ accusations at him.
“You two looked preeeetty friendly today~” He said with a *wink*, reminding the bigger bot far too much of a certain warlord then.
Optimus physically recoiled where he’d been polishing his axe, allowing it to clatter to the floor in favor of grasping uselessly at thin air.
“Bumblebee!” He hissed, attempting to stop himself from screaming down the base.
“It’s *one thing* to talk about the things that we do! It’s *another* to make such blatant insinuations!”
“Because they’re true?” Bumblebee kicked back and lounged with his arms folded under his helm. Unbothered.
Optimus’ face darkened.
“Even joking about that can get you brigged for life, Bumblebee. That means no more video games, no more Sari-“
“No more dashing warlords to flutter your optics at.”
Optimus’ face went up in a blaze. Standing on shaking pedes.
“I DID NOT- I WOULD NEVER- I DIDN’T DO *THAT*!”
Bumblebee’s attempt at flustering his leader had worked spectacularly -as he’d imagined. Though it did serve a purpose in the long run, which he’d be getting to. First, he needed to push the envelope a bit.
“Right... You were just resetting your optics over and over, while tall, dark, and handsome was hitting on you, I suppose.”
Optimus stared at him with his jaw practically unhinged. What had been possessing this devious little fiend as of late!?
And also—
“Wha... What do you mean ‘hitting on me’?”
Bumblebee peeped an optic open at his thoroughly ruffled leader, and, seeing his chance having been presented rather easily, took it.
“Don’t tell me you missed the way he was smirking at you, all full of himself and confident- I mean you were just feeding into it, so I can’t blame him for looking so smug. You didn’t even *try* to look uninterested.”
In fact, in Bee’s opinion, Optimus flushing vibrant colors and shrinking in on himself when certain warlords went sashaying their hips at him was about the most open display of swooning he’d ever seen outside of a romcom. Sari’d been right about how weird things had been between Megatron and him. It was *worse* than Bee originally thought. All the jokes he’d made at Optimus’ expense possessed far more truth than he’d imagined.
“There’s nothing - I, I don’t- It isn’t like that! There’s *nothing* happening between us!” Optimus’ half-sparked denial and effort to fight the flames from reaching his finials was frankly inspirational.
Bee had a point to make, though, and knew he’d have to bully the bashful mech to make it.
“But what if there was? If something was, y’know, *there*... would you do something about it?”
Optimus flinched back.
“Would I what?!”
Bumblebee kept his expression measured. Encouraging Optimus to consider things without judging so quickly, so harshly in his mortified state.
Bee thought back to his conversation with Blitzwing when he’d been telling him about his favorite game- how he’d been scared of his potential new friend’s rejection, only to be met with encouraging words. Kind words.
Bumblebee had finally gotten what he’d wanted from all this -A bond. A simple one and very stunted in its early development, but it was clear they were on their way to a sort of friendship -whether the truce went haywire or not. They’d already broken through the barrier a bit during their first attempt. Their future ‘friendship’ already had the groundwork, and now Blitzwing was bothering to make the other feel comfortable in his presence.
Then Bee recalled how nervous he’d been today actually introducing him to the game. How he’d apologized stupidly for no reason about how ‘boring’ it probably was and turned an interesting color when Blitzwing brazenly admitted to finding his taste as profound and exciting as ever -‘boring’ game of watering plants and buying cute clothes, and all.
So, most likely a lie, and one born of either infatuation of some degree, or Blitzwing’s genuine compassion for the little mech. For *Bumblebee* no less.
And then Bee thought of how the triple changer’s engines *purred* when he had to turn his helm to hide his flushing cheeks. Feeling shy for some reason whenever Blitzwing said how much he liked Bumblebee’s favorite game, despite their servos constantly clashing together over the Game Box. How...not... ‘friend-like’ that was.
That was.... it was... actually kind of-
“Bumblebee?”
The minibot came back to himself, swallowing what felt like his spark in his throat at the memory of crimson optics and a matching crimson smile peering down at him. Charging up his engines in a far too smug display for someone who was too sensitive to handle being called nice every once and a while without bristling. Bumblebee had forgotten to look and see what the others had thought of the display at the time, assuming they’d finished pestering Lugnut for more surprising information about his conjunx to even take notice of the pair getting too cozy. Prowl how undoubtedly seen.
But Bee hadn’t even cared about them in that moment, too focused on Blitzwing nudging against him playfully, until he could be coaxed to turn his scarlet faceplate back towards the Game Box to watch. Both pretending they weren’t entirely affected by his blushing face, though for very different reasons.
Bumblebee blinked back to the present, and shivered. He locked optics with the mech at present, as Optimus strolled over, slapping his stabilizers off his berth for tracking mud from his off-road detour over it. They held each other’s gaze for one terrible moment, and sensing a hideous conversation on the rise, Bee steeled himself for some uncomfortable confessions.
“Bumblebee... Ignoring how serious these... colorful ideas are...” Optimus began, nipping his lip, clearly distressed by the very urgent topic at hand he was forced to be having as Bee’s concerned supervisor. If only he had Ratchet’s shamelessness.
“Is there, ah.... something I should know about? Something you want to tell me?”
Bumblebee attempted to snort in disgust, because, yes, they certainly were ‘ignoring’ their current conversation about Optimus having goo-goo eyes for warlords, weren’t they? But he wouldn’t be doing himself any favors by pretending to be indifferent and changing the subject back.
So, he just shrugged.
“Well... *duh*...” He whispered and shrugged again. And again.
They’d been sneaking into this room, saying unsavory -illegal really- un-Autobotly things for some time now, and *obviously* what Prime was referring to went far beyond insinuation, as he’d called it, and at this point was very much just truth.
Optimus looked quite pale then and had to sit down. Likely the first time he’d ever allowed himself to accept the gravity of the situation -of *their* situation- now with Bee’s little confirmation. His admittance to a truth they’d both been avoiding. And they were quite damned, he realized.
“I mean, yeah.” The minibot pressed on, kicking his legs over the berth and staring distantly at anything else but the other mech.
“I like... I mean... Blitz is pretty cool. So. Do with that what you will...”
And that was as much as he could say on the matter. Not that Optimus needed anything more.
A moment passed where they listened quietly to the other’s processor practically shorting out, though for various different reasons- and many of the same reasons.
Optimus was under no illusion that he was immune to the very problem Bee was having.
Which was... it was too much to swallow.
Thoughts about Megatron- ones he hadn’t allowed before. Ones that weren’t plausible before the great mech had decided to make such a stunning change.
And now that he had, Optimus could hardly recognize his subconscious response to it- thoughts that felt like they couldn’t possibly be his own. Absolutely lacking every bit of logic in structure and ranging to the outright whimsical. Optimus Prime had never allowed himself to entertain thoughts of a cunning warlord, sacrificing an entire cause for his benefit before, and wouldn’t under any other circumstance. Honest, he wouldn’t.
So... having.... *feelings* for him.... as obvious as it’d been the few fleeting times he’d suspected but never addressed it, Optimus couldn’t believe how jarring the reality was -that he was having such favorable thoughts. How deep down, he was wishing that magnificent, influential mech was feeling similarly for him. Even in a disjointed, disbelieving of his own feelings as Optimus kind of way.
How far he’d fallen without even realizing it...
“Yeah.” Optimus said vaguely, and it wasn’t anything as reassuring as a promise that he would somehow manage to keep Bumblebee safe from punishment in the future -as any good leader should be able to do in a time like this. But the minibot was just fine with being the defensive one over his dumb friend’s decisions for once.
Optimus could use a little protecting from other bot’s judgements -especially his own.
“You know how stupid it was we fought about this a week ago?” Bee murmured then, the invisible weight on his chest considerably lighter now.
“Well, we both said some terrible things, but it was the stress talking.” Optimus said distantly. Obviously lost in some new crisis he’d conjured for himself.
Bumblebee slipped an ankle between his leader’s pedes and kicked at him playfully.
“Ya-duh.” Bee snorted.
“We’re allowed to have feeling you know? That means you, too.”
Optimus cringed at the memory of his remark on Sumdac.
“I channeled them poorly...”
“So did I, remember? You just need an outlet.”
Optimus cocked his helm, snapping out of his trance.
“An outlet?”
“Yeah.” Bee purposely slicking some mud from his tracks over Optimus’ stabilizer, indulging his inner pissant since Blitzwing wasn’t here.
“You seriously need one, Bossbot. I have the perfect solution, too.”
Optimus was immediately wary. Side eying the other with pulse growing rapid. Upon his ‘adorable’ little quip of an explanation, Optimus knew he’d been right to worry.
—————- ——————
Negotiations took an unwelcome turn when Optimus -with his knew knowledge of his impractical crush- cracked down on informal interactions between their factions. Suggesting in a not so suggesting way that they continue things with an ounce more of professionalism and less doddering about at odd hours without a strict script to their meetings.
Presumably punishing himself more than Bumblebee for having allowed for such an oversight as *feelings* to come into play.
But Bee was obviously catching some secondhand wrath for this. No more whittling away on the Game Box with a giant wanted war criminal, and, of course, no more embarrassing, painfully disguised flirting.
So, how was Bee supposed to feel excluded from said punishment? He was prepared to riot the next time they jabbered later in his quarters for the injustice.
But then things picked right up in Bee’s favor again, when they were essentially *invited* to take ‘negotiations’ to the *Decepticon’s*. *Base*.
Which meant one of a few things could be happening for this major error in judgement to take place:
-Megatron had decided to commit wholly and fully to a peacfeful cause- which, maybe. He’d agreed to attempt the truce all on his own and with barely a motivation  to do it with.
-Megatron no longer viewed them as a threat of any sort -not very flattering, but they could use that to their advantage, when it was time to kick aft.
-Megatron was too confident he could squash them as a threat -fair, but pigheaded as ever, considering they’d bested their brutal brethren plenty, when the going got tough.
-Megatron was tired of Ratchet complaining loudly of engine-stroke and suffering from the lack of comfortable furnishings to rest on -They’d been going at this for so long now, it seemed plausible enough that he’d consider they move this someplace more accommodating, as they showed no signs of stopping their peace talks anytime soon.
-All of that combined -the most likely case.
-Or... Megatron was growing a soft spot of his own for a certain little Prime, and the mixture of all of the above, as well as Optimus’ predisposition to pout like an offended sparkling when Megatron bruised his ego, or ‘forgot’ his name, was a potent mixture.
Bumblebee was sure he’d be banned from his leader’s room later that night, when not a full minute into cautiously stepping through the main cavern of the Decepticon’s lair, Megtaron was taking quick strides over to Optimus’ side to walk him through. Their shoulder plating bumping together as they walked. Megatron leering down at him and saying how surprise he was Optimus had been brave enough to come. Just to see him riled.
If that wasn’t flirting, what was?
“You’ve set up in an abandoned mine?” Optimus asked, refusing to be intimidated and trying to focus himself past the utter shock of Megatron trusting him enough to send him these coordinates.
“Belonging to Sumdac Systems?” Bulkhead added.
Megatron shrugged, not seeing a problem. Far too invested at the moment in cajoling Optimus to take a goblet of oil extended from his servo and see him drink it. The gesture the pure embodiment of everything Optimus had complained about with things lacking a certain professionalism around here.
He could hardly stress that again, though, in fear he may bring to attention how easily things had proceeded in a professional manner at the start of all this. It wouldn’t do to acknowledge to some degree that Bee had been right about Megatron starting to take a liking to him.
“I don’t drink that stuff.” Optimus said simply, servo raised.
Megatron looked unfazed, and that was as much as Bumblebee could gather of that conversation, as Megatron lead the Prime away from the other Autobot’s highly concerned stares and towards the room he’d mentioned over comms that he -apparently- ‘took council in’.
Out of sight, out of mind, Bumblebee turned towards a somewhat awkward Blitzwing at having guests for the first time ever in a living space he currently occupied. Shuffling away from Lugnut and a setup of monitors in a characteristically dark corner. Luckily, Bee was no stranger to making himself comfortable in places it was questionable to do so.
“So, do I get a tour?” Bumblebee asked when the triple changer approached, grinning wide and doing that infuriating winking thing that’d sent Optimus in a tizzy the other night.
The others were quick to voice their opinions on that before Blitzwing could even attempt to pick his confidence up off the floor.
“Don’t you go running off, too!” Ratchet snapped. Prowl at his side angled his visor into his most offensive, judging glare and sent it Bee’s way.
Prudes.
“I’m not going anywhere!” Bumblebee flushed, stomping a pede.
And he wasn’t, as desperate as he was to see Blitzwing’s living quarters, and get a look at what sort of things the triple changer would take interest in.
And Primus, was he desperate.
He pouted for all of ten kliks before Bulkhead broke the silence to ask the two remaining ‘Cons about the curious means by which they’d acquired so much oil. A resource none of them seemed to particularly overindulge in, despite what propaganda would make of Decepticons being overcharged idiots at any given opportunity.
“These are coal mines-“ Lugnut began.
Which managed to immediately throw Prowl into a spiral.
“Coal mining emits more methane by the ton into Earth’s atmosphere-“
“Oh, my spark...” Bumblebee groaned, and was even quicker to excuse himself from a completely unwarranted tirade about Earth’s approaching death, thanks to hazardous oil companies and carbon dioxide choking up the place. Also thanks to transportation sources. Never mind that they were transportation.
Never mind, too, that Bumblebee could no longer argue with him about the seriousness of the subject. Prowl was right about the whole of horrendous torture they were dragging the planet and it’s natural resources through, and Bee should probably definently feel bad about his own carbon foot print.
Right now, though, there was a cute triple changer not a foot away, nodding along with whatever Prowl was saying, while Bee zoned out, staring at the curve of those now familiar wingstruts. This was a far more worthy investment of his time than worrying about his egregious use of electronics and destroying the earth.
Sensing him, Blitzwing unconsciously flicked his wings a few times, trying to ignore the building tension between them. 
And folded embarrassingly quickly...
“Bumblebee,” He cleared his vocalizer.
“I had a thought.” This drew more pairs of optics than one. But his calm demeanor seemed innocent enough to relieve whatever worry the others had about what he said next.
“Zhere is a spot outside a little ways up vhere jou can see zose cows.”
His wings fluttered without his notice, as he tried to remain indifferent to the questioning looks he received for that. And the *annoying*, utterly *rude* way Lugnut seemed to roll his optic and *sigh* at him.
He didn’t have to be so obvious about his thoughts on Blitzwing’s infatuation -not infatuation, ‘interest’. He found Bumblebee interesting.
He glared at the bomber plane, smart enough to let it slide, until after the ‘Bots had left, and *not* punch him in the face for it.
Beside him, Bumblebee bounced around the spot like a wound up little spring. His optics glowing in the dim lighting.
“Dude, yes! Show me the cows!”
An animal he’d seen plenty enough of to be as equally uninterested in as the first 20 times he’d come across one.
Why ever this was different would be an excellent question to look into, in Prowl’s opinion, who was carefully watching. Or it would be, if he didn’t explicitly *know* better.
Prowl had always did preferred to have the facts first, though.
Bee cast accusing looks at the other bots, who’d stopped their conversing amongst themselves long enough to glare back at him with begrudging nods of approval. Bulkhead looking totally resigned, and the lot of them trusting the pair as far as they could throw them.
Reluctant or not, they’d agreed. And that was all Bee needed.
If outside, unsupervised, was somehow better than being trapped down a mine shaft with the same gruesome death machine, then so be it. He could care less -mostly- about the unrestrained judgement oozing from every one or their pointed looks.
“C’mon let’s go! I want to see some cows!” Bee exclaimed and turned to push Blitzwing towards the wrong exit, who then corrected him. A noticeable bounce in his step as he led the little mech onward.
~WHIRR~
“Zhese ones have spots!” Blitzwing chirped. He couldn’t help but feel caught up in his favorite little companion’s excitement.
“I try to count zhem from a distance zometimes, but I lose track zo quickly!”
Bumblebee was practically having to run to keep up with him when his steps became wider.
“Oh, cool! Those are called dairy cows, I think!”
Which Blitzwing probably knew.
Prowl scowled at the pair as they vanished down a tunnel leading to the outside world. Not willing in the slightest to keep his nasal ridge out of places it somewhat didn’t belong.
The others didn’t protest when he made to slip away -Lugnut well aware what his priorities were and silently thankful a sensible mech would be keeping watch.
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“The Allspark is by far the most pressing matter at hand.” Megatron scowled, no longer feeling playful. This topic that’d been driving a wedge through him and his little Prime would sour anyone’s doting mood.
“No matter what may come of our alliance, I simply cannot surrender the spark of our people to Ultra Magnus.”
Obviously not while the prospect of peace would be a controversial, likely rejected notion on the Magnus’ part.
Optimus readily agreed that his commander would be in possession of far too much power over the war builds if it was -the first time he’d ever accepted such a notion after a lifecycle of finely tuned brainwashing. Ultra Magnus was *supposed* to have ultimate power -his people, especially his Primes, were *supposed* to trust his judgement.
Optimus... was struggling to. Readily admitting Megatron’s infamous seductions had probably played a gratuitous hand in that.
But he couldn’t very well agree that Megatron should have it either. Not with the current climate of Decepticon-Autobot relations.
Optimus startled at the thought that he may ever be amendable to such a thing in the future -to a world where he might trust *Megatron* as the Allspark’s keeper... The thought alone was treason.
Megatron cocked a brow ridge, eager to change the subject from something so abysmally beyond compromise, when he’d found himself so willing to be such these recent cycles.
“You look so pent up.” He stated flatly. It earned him a pout he’d like very much to kis-
To poke fun at.
“The paragon of dread, you are. Are you always so tightly wound?” He grinned impishly. Which Megatron already knew from experience the answer was a resounding ‘yes’. He had only seen Optimus looking his best and brightest when he’d reinstated their attempt at a truce.
Optimus looked off across the impossibly vast cavern he’d been pulled down. Megatron did require a lot of space for his frame to move freely, and with the makeshift bench to sit on and a desk to store secrets, Optimus could see why he’d come here as often as he’d confessed to to hide from Lugnut’s pontificating.
Optimus was forced to admit the obvious, for the sake of appearing fair.
“Well, that’s what Bumblebee says. He says it all the time, in fact...”
“He’s right.” Megatron smirked, delighting in the knowledge that someone on the Prime’s team was keen to remind him to lighten up. He needed it terribly. Whether or not he listened, though...
“And how do you alleviate that stress? Do you read much?”
Optimus was about to answer when he remembered what Bumblebee had said to him about finding an ‘outlet’ for his stress, and then that that ‘outlet’ should be *Megatron’*. And then how glad Optimus was that he refused to let Bee elaborate any further.
He must have given something away, though, because Megatron was staring intently at his finials. Fidgeting things probably betraying him by turning all shades of some humiliating color. He covered them out of instinct, then cursed himself and pulled his servos away for being so obvious.
Well, that did it.
“What’s the matter, Prime?” Megatron hummed.
“Are your means of relaxing not fit for polite conversation?”
Optimus’ optics went wide and pale.
And honestly, ‘yes’. Megatron as a whole was anything but fit for polite conversation -despite his dazzling smile, his charming intonations, and his particularly refined intellect. All those millennia of educating himself, expanding his processor, becoming a master in thousands of skills, only a self defined mech of the ages could, still weren’t enough to overlook the at times massively inappropriate nature of his spark. Like being rude and abrasive ran thick through his Energon.
If Optimus wasn’t burning before, he was now.
Bumblebee had been so, *so* right about him -about there being *something* going on between them. And they were all so screwed for it.
Megatron was elated to find he’d effortlessly stirred another blush up on those pretty blue cheeks.
“Oh, little Autobot~ I meant no harm.”
“Yes, you did!” Optimus argued cheaply. Feeling like a sparkling for it.
“No, certainly not.” Megatron cooed, sending heat rushing through Optimus’ frame and making him debate himself into a stupor over how Bumblebee could ever think that *this* wasn’t stressful. This was the opposite of relaxing. This was making him-
Making him really struggle to think of a reason why he shouldn’t let it continue. Spark pounding rapidly, making his better judgement take a back seat.
“Do you enjoy literature, Optimus?” Megatron asked then, moving away to carefully hand select something out of a drawer from his desk. He returned and extended the data file in hand.
Optimus eyed it curiously. In disbelief that Megatron would willingly change the subject from anything to embarrass him.
“I confiscated this off the techno-organic.”
Optimus stopped mid reach. His spark banged his chest painfully and squeezed, but he recovered quickly enough to avoid Megatron’s questioning gaze.
He took it and studied the text, surprised to find himself looking at a jumble of data entries from mecha of all walks of life with only their alt modes seemingly in common.
Blackarachnia must have been studying it for clues about her condition...
Optimus flicked through and skimmed passages. Picking out that the basic premise of this collection was a recount of mechs with experience having a beast mode.
Optimus hadn’t imagined Megatron would spend his time reading about something as mundane as this -mundane in that Megatron surely thought himself unaffected by it, which left the information useless in even his most basic of pursuits.
But then again, Optimus had noted that he was particularly well read.
“I find it all very interesting how many of the mechs in these transformations feel compelled to give in to some baser instincts that hardly feel their own.” Megatron rumbled -Optimus completely taken off guard by how close he’d managed to get without his noticing.
“Grooming habits and dietary changes alike. I’ve had many reformations in my time, but never a beast form.” Megatron continued, his chest now brushing Optimus’ shoulder as he leaned over and *in*.
Optimus felt warm for an entirely different reason now.
He swallowed as a large grey arm came around his back strut, caging him despite the space his enormous servo left between them. Sliding through his favorite passages on the datapad and pointing out ones of casual interest.
Optimus tried counting downward from 10.
This had escalated entirely too quickly.
“Sure you won’t have a drink with me?” Megatron offered once more in an attempt to calm the other’s nerves. His little spark thumping so hard through his shuddering chassis, Megatron could hear it. The control the civil mech had over his field was legendary.
Optimus would rather be closer to blowing his spark out than to have a foggy processor at a time like this, though. He needed whatever ounce of control of himself he could manage.
He shook his head mutely, not daring to speak. Megatron was happy to pretend they weren’t crossing every conceivable line of what was appropriate or *professional* that existed. Or more true to character, was simply delighting in the fact that they were doing just that and was totally unbothered by it.
His soldiers would surely be much less amused by this, if they were to see them like this.
“About those changes,” Optimus began and was mortified by the fact that that was *his* voice speaking in that tone.
He reset his vocalizer, glaring at Megatron’s widening smirk.
“*About those changes* you mentioned -involving your command....”
Those changes that would define their futures together. Whether they would cooperate long enough to get something worthwhile accomplished. The ones that this truce depended on, frankly.
“Yes...” Megatron frowned. Finally.
He’d told Optimus about Strika -though she remained nameless- setting a guide of... ‘ethics’ -to use it loosely- for their troops. Ignoring that it had been temporary and formed solely to spite him. For the handling of Autobots and Autobot sympathizers. The rather neutral, passive by most accounts, nonviolent guide that Optimus had truly struggled to believe had taken place for a time -hopelessly fantasizing that Autobot high command magically taking notice somehow, even though Decepticons operated in the shadow these days and rarely posed much threat in large enough quantities to draw attention to their dwindling faction.
What Optimus had always thought was ‘dwindling’, before Megatron came along that fateful day.
Megatron let his servo drop away from Optimus’ side, and the smaller mech had to force the disappointment from his spark. Reminding himself tersely that they were here to discuss the fate of their species.
Megatron huffed, then looked solemnly at the stalactites spiking the cavern ceiling. Thinking, for once, with the thoroughness this issue actually demanded about their formerly pretend truce. Optimus appreciated how seriously he was being taken -even having to remind himself the wonderful feeling of a competent, powerful mech recognizing him in some grand was exclusive to this moment, and he shouldn’t hope to elicit more of this attention from the busy lord in the future. Savor what he could get, when it was given.
But then-
“I do think it would be best if we incorporated those changes once more.” Megatron said in as toneless and exhausted a delivery as Optimus had ever heard from him.
Megatron had much to regret in that statement alone... Knowing Strika was either going to die on the spot when given the news, or cause an uproar whenever he got ahold of a means of communication long enough to tell her this had become serious.
He hated to think Starscream was finally right about her assessment of him.
...But she’d been right...
Megatron was an unfit leader of the Decepticons.
He chanced a look down at the hopeful, peering optics below him and stilled.
Megatron’s ability to adapt quite effortlessly did give him pause to reconsider the notion then.
Megatron may, in fact, be turning into the the greatest leader they’d had in their very short list of them with his possible reawakening as the mech who might finally lead his people home to Cybertron. And even more marvelous and historic, with the promise of peace. A promise greater than domination.
They were war frames, not blood lusting machines, despite what their civil types had been fed. Peace was improbable, but it was absolutely preferred. And Megatron might soon be the first to give his loyal followers that...
But he was getting both ahead of himself and sticking largely to those fantastic, romantic ideas of his again. They had a long way to go yet.
He looked down to study why the little Prime at his side had suddenly gone so stiff.
Optimus’ face was unreadable, completely blank and devoid of the barest hint of joy at the news. Which Megatron had been sure after his enthusiastic display upon his agreement to give peace another try that he’d be jumping around like a hungry scraplet.
Megatron rather liked him like that. The memory file was still fresh in his core -a smiling, excitable, stammering Prime looking too happy to contain himself to the shell of his chassis. Close to bursting. Close to embracing his nearest crew mate and squeezing, had he the courage to express himself so earnestly.
Megatron hadn’t realized a smile of his own pulled delicately at the corner of his mouth for a moment, but it was quickly wiped away by the sobering sight of a serious looking Optimus leaning into him then. Reaching.
He had the good sense for a single nano-klik to reer back and question the little mech’s intentions when a palm clasping itself to the side of his faceplate easily lured him back down. Gentle fingers caressing the thick derma-mesh. Pulling him to his level. Keeping him there.
A soft, lingering kiss was then placed much too close to the corner of his mouth for Megatron’s liking, when his lips were right there and perfectly unoccupied. But any protest he might have that Optimus had missed the mark was drowned out entirely by the rush of Energon through his lines, roaring in his audials. Leaving him dizzy and dumbfounded, and staring blankly ahead.
Optimus had struggled with how to properly say ‘thank you’- either unwilling to praise the basic standard of decency the mech should possess when he was using it to better their species, or worried that his simple thanks was largely underwhelming in conjunction to the magnificent feats Megatron was committing to.
But his gratitude was overdo, nonetheless.
So he allowed his excitement and hopefulness and mental exhaustion to help it take form in the only way it simply felt right to in that moment.
Seeing as how Megatron stood there accepting his bizarre attentions, not looking the least bit scandalized, Optimus decided he’d save his internal reprimanding and self depreciation for when he wasn’t busy planting kisses over such a strong jawline. Focusing on the feel of heated metal against his lips.
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“Zhat one I’ve named Obsidian, because her tail is totally black~”
Bumblebee struggled to make out anything more than a bunch of black and white rectangles drifting across the field. Of course, he didn’t have a working monocular like some eccentric bots he knew.
The cows were surprisingly loud, even from this distance. Bee couldn’t imagine how this much noise could possibly lull the other into recharge. Maybe it became more a thing of magic when the experience was shrouded with night- like how horror movies became that much more terrifying.
Did Blitzwing have quirks like that, too? Getting excited for his nighttime cow heralds in the way Bumblebee got excited to sneak about the town after dark?
The mischief they could make...
Bumblebee looked up and watched the triple changer standing there in a state he’d never witnessed him in before. A sort of contentment visible in the other, yet enraptured with the dozing, lazy bovine stomping about the grassy plains.
It was truly surreal. When had he seen Blitzwing in any state beyond panic inducing violence or total aloofness? Charming quips while playing video games together not withstanding -it was easy to disjoint himself from those moments when it was already hard enough to look at the other when he was sitting so close. Bee hadn’t had a real life crush before, let alone one who felt similarly, so the majority of their interactions felt like something he’d conjured in a fever dream.
Bumblebee squirmed when he felt butterflies flutter through his tanks.
Seeing the giant menace so peaceful now peeled away a new layer of his appeal. Bee found himself enamored with the sight of that crimson jack-o-lantern grin standing in stark contrast with the pale blue sky. Soft white swirls floating far above, adding to the nightmarish vision. But here Bumblebee was thinking it only accentuated his unique charm, where it’d once sparked terror.
It shouldn’t have been as entertaining as it was, watching cows chew thoughtlessly and stalk about, but Bumblebee was helpless to agree. This was nice, this was good.
That didn’t mean he’d pass up an opportunity to poke fun at Blitzwing, since it was his new favorite pastime.
“Yeah, I can’t see squat... But I think you’re makin’ up that tail thing.” He teased. The playfulness in his smirk easily overlooked in Blitzwing’s enormous offense at that -which made the minibot snicker.
Blitzwing didn’t think it was funny.
~WHIRR~
“Jou can’t even open a barrel of oil vithout my help! Vhy should I be surprised jour pitiful, maladapted optics can’t see a few acres away!?”
He shouldn’t be surprised. Civil frames weren’t designed with sniper precision oculars. But seeing as they were still struggling to make sense of a cross class relationship that regularly spent their time together -willingly- it was easy to forget they were conversing with the opposite frame type. This had never been a possibility before.
Bumblebee failed to suppress a snort, lips pulling into a grin. Irritating an already volatile tanker.
Blitzwing was definitely rolling his optics behind his visor. He bent down onto one knee, crouching over and nearly having to crumple in on himself to be at the little bots level. He pulled a giggling Bee in and angled his helm with one encompassing hand, tugging the top of his helm towards this supposed beloved cow of his.
“Look! Look zhere -see ze black tail? Ze only one vith a black line behind it?”
Bumblebee considered agreeing with him, so he might cool his jets and switch back to that goofy smile Bee was thinking looked more and more becoming on him. That’d be easier than trying to keep the laughter in.
He pretended to squint and focus into the distance.
“Ehh... Hard to tell.”
“Use jour processor for once!”
Bee leaned in some more when Blitzwing did -unfortunately very enchanted by how protective a famous war criminal had become over some squishy, mooing cows. How was he *not* supposed to fall any harder for this mech? This sporadic, daring, resilient mech.
Perhaps Blitzwing had a greater inclination for smaller things than he thought? Bee really hoped he wasn’t just projecting that, because he’d really need it to be true for what he was about to do next.
“Oh, wait! I think I see it!” Bumblebee stood on his toe pedes and pointed out to where Blitzwing had been adamantly thrusting a knifehand.
“Ja! Jou see! Finally- I told jou-“ he turned his helm right towards Bumblebee’s audial, ready to shout straight in it about how badly Bee needed an optical upgrade installed. But the words and the root of his conviction both died somewhere in his chest.
Bumblebee turned into him -fastest thing on four wheels- and caught Blitzwing completely by surprise. Frozen there and utterly defenseless against the minibot pushing into him with a chaste little kiss to his cheek guard.
Blitzwing jerked back and cycled through faces, emotions he rarely allowed scraping him raw, before finally settling back on a rather poleaxed looking Random.
Bumblebee felt more than a little proud of himself for having been the one to put that look on Blitzwing’s less shakable personality. He felt proud he’d found the courage within him once again to even go through with that colossal act.
It’d either been thanks to his abhorrent impulse control, or the near limitless confidence in himself that religiously inspired him to take such monstrous risks.
But either way, he’d gotten the job done-
~WHIRR~
Surprisingly soft blue lips drew into a thin line. Glaring red optics bore down into Bumblebee’s soul, and the little minibot had one harrowing moment to think about what he’d actually just done.
In hindsight, Bee realized that he probably should have asked for permission to do something like that first...
He should have asked what kind of touch was welcomed. He should have calculated the likelihood that a cold, reserved ‘Con would be insulted by that kind of gesture.
He should have respected Blitzwing’s limits, if not his own.
“Oh, shoot -Blitz, I- I’m sorry...” Like, really, *really* sorry.
Like, if this was the thing that ruined their blossoming friendship, Bumblebee would never forgive himself. He’d never forget what he’d just lost, because of one nano-klik spent thinking with his engine instead of his processor.
Bumblebee clutched a hand over his spark where it rattled painfully in his chest.
“I should of asked you, if you’d be ok with that. I should have asked if you’re ok with-with being touched. I should of waited until I knew for *sure* ifMMPH-“
One large, black servo wrapped around the entirety of Bee’s jaws and throat, puffing his cheeks and lips up when fingers *squeezed* and pulling him forward into a warm, accommodating mouth. Very accommodating and very interested. Blitzwing made room between his substantially heavier frame and his thinner one -managing to fasten the little speedster to the spot with a single servo and a tentative kiss.
Bumblebee felt his spark thump joyously against his chassis and scrambled on instinct to grab onto something, as he began to feel lightheaded, as Blitzwing stole all the air from his vents. What he got was a servo full of Blitzwing’s chest and collar seam -which he held onto for dear, wonderful life.
Blitzwing kissed him like it was his job to -steady and focused. Drawing the little bot near with his other hand circling loosely around his middle. Ensuring escape was impossible, making Bee’s engines rumble at the sheer possessiveness of it all.
It lasted longer than the other ‘Bots would have comfortably allowed -as if they’d allow any of it- but thankfully, they weren’t here, and nothing was getting in the way of sharing his first kiss with his totally-just-a-friend in this glorious, consuming moment. Grabbing pathetically against whatever he could get a hold of, though there was far too much of the other bot to keep a solid grip.
Blitzwing pulled away looking pale and flushed and angry about what he’d just done -and more angry than anything that’d he’d just had to *stop* what he was doing. Optics sweeping over the lithe frame before him, drinking in the disheveled sight, and tending with the pinch and pull of their unchecked fields against one another.
The absolute scandal.
He cycled through faces for a moment before settling back to blue.
“You’re kind of, *huff*, you’re kind of erratic today.” Bumblebee warbled out, sucking air down his intake and opening his overworked vents even wider.
Blitzwing looked thoroughly abashed, likely coming to terms with what he’d just done, and how worryingly committed he already was to doing it all again.
“I am.... working through a lot of... zings at ze moment....”
Fair enough- Bumblebee was working out how willing he was exactly to die like that, if the triple changer ever tried it that enthusiastically again.
Cheeks burning with Energon, the bug was just audacious enough -big surprise- to smile like *he’d* been the one to kiss Blitzwing off his pedes.
“Was I, like, any good?” Bumblebee breathed out, eager for some undeserved praise. It was his first, *first* kiss after all, and he’d like some feedback that it was as powerful and dizzying for Blitzwing as it’d absolutely been for him.
If his tanks were still flipping from it, engine charged.
Blitzwing was really good at pretending to be unbothered, though, and simply shrugged, nonplussed. The pinnacle of indifference and a bigger killjoy than Optimus.
“Oh, c’mon! Tell me you weren’t swooning in my arms just then!” Bumblebee flapped uselessly. He could feel his faceplate heat for a more infuriating reason now.
Blitzwing did smile then.
“On ze contrary, Bug. Jou were swooning into *me*.”
There was an undeniable victory in making even a substantially weaker frame as Bumblebee’s giddy and desperate for his attentions. His sway over the little minibot so great, his skill so unmatched.
Blitzwing felt heady and far too full of himself then -considering he’d surely have Megatron to answer to later, when he inevitably smelled the little Autobot’s scent on his frame. But Blitzwing felt too blissed out in that moment to worry about anything else than drawing his favorite little hellion back into another mesmerizing kiss.
Bumblebee was still pouting at him when he swooped down, face clicking into place as Random, and stealing another kiss off the bot.
Bumblebee tensed, but melted quickly. Already growing accustomed to the feel of the larger mech against him. Blitzwing felt pride swell in his chassis.
Bumblebee made an utterly adorable noise when the tingle of fangs slipped over his lip and startled him -the giant coaxing him back to relax with little effort. Blitzwing could do this for fragging ever, and he *would* have, if their audience hadn’t chosen that moment to make themselves known.
“Ahem.”
Bumblebee’s optics flew open, and a scowl pulled his little lip plates right off of Blitzwing’s, causing the other’s mood to dampen considerably. He rather liked having the minibot glued to him.
“Uggghhh...” Bee moaned turning towards Prowl of all the nosy, self righteous bots to act as his chaperone.
“You just *had* to rain on my parade, didn’t you?”
Prowl looked as if *he* was the one who was in the wrong for sneaking kisses with his new totally-just-a-friend the moment they got some long awaited privacy. When, really, who hadn’t seen this coming? Optimus had swiftly given up on correcting him the moment he’d made his obscure confession.
“Jealous?!” Bumblebee quipped, knowing full well what the real issue was.
Prowl didn’t rise to the bait -and he didn’t look particularly devious then, either. His expression softening after a moment inflicting that woefully condemning stare he’d long mastered on the little mech.
Bee softened, too.
“You’re not gonna tell on us... Are you?” He asked, looking defeated for a mech that’d felt like he’d been on top of the world just moments ago.
But before Prowl could answer, Blitzwing was standing back at his full height, placing a single pede down in front of Bumblebee and blocking him from view.
“Zis vas my doing,” He explained, calmly placing a servo to his chest. Doing actually pretty decently at being a lying ‘Con, considering how this looked. How it’d look to bigoted, out of touch council bots, anyway.
“Bumblebee vasn’t given a choice. I took ze initiative to-“
“No, the frag he didn’t!” Bee squealed from behind his pede, ducking out from under it and leveling his teammate with a challenging glare.
“*I* made the first move, because *I’m* the braver one!”
“Bug-“
“So what, anyway?!” Bee shrieked.
“I kissed him, *and I liked it*! You gonna tell on us or not, Prowl!? Huh!? Huh!?”
Blitzwing was physically having to restrain himself from shaking sense into the naggy little ant. It was *his* job to do the protecting. The flare of Energon in his cheeks made that defense difficult, though.
But Prowl simply shook his helm ‘no’, the first blessed mercy he’d *ever* spared for Bumblebee.
What had gotten into everybody, as of late?
Bumblebee’s little shoulders slumped, servos uncrossing. Prowl didn’t look like he was joking, though -not that the ninja bot knew how to.
“You’ve done nothing explicitly wrong.” Prowl said then to calm him. Which was a lie.
“We are at peace.” Which they officially weren’t.
“Our factions are making an effort to.... come together.” Was that an innuendo?
Bee should come over and roundhouse kick him back to his senses -or make his sturdy new boyfriend do it.
This was some kind of trap, obviously.
*Obviously*.
“So, you’re fine with *this*, as long as we’re all ‘friends’?” Bumblebee used finger quotes, realizing a little too late the notion held a double meaning he wasn’t sure the other party would find agreeable. Blitzwing didn’t comment, though.
“You’re oversimplifying things.” Prowl said with half a shrug. Too cool to commit.
“I see no problem, so long as we’re all on neutral terms with one another.”
He waited just long enough for the words to sink in, and keep Bumblebee from making another fuss. Hopefully satisfied with his cryptic answer that he wouldn’t rat on him.
He turned away from the pair, having done and said whatever he needed to -which apparently had just been wanting to embarrass Bumblebee and remind him of their circumstance.
Which, newsflash, none of them needed reminding. Snooty, fragging spoilsport.
There was, of course, the chance he’d come to make himself known so as to blackmail Bee into doing something *responsible* later. That was equally as plausible.
Oh, how Prowl loved to bend the truth, when it best suited him.
Bumblebee didn’t get another moment to cast blazing hot optics his way before his partner in crime was encasing him with a servo again and bringing him back into a solid chest. All thoughts of how terribly this would blow up in his face later swallowed up by the unbearable heat of the other’s engines beginning to stir.
To pit with the repercussions, Bee was so totally telling Optimus *all* about this later. Who could resist gossiping about making out with a threat level: obscene war machine? One that was so good at kissing, too.
His leader might like to know that, for once, whatever their futures held, it’d be something worth that delicate hope he clung so carefully to. That he’d no longer need to be afraid to let it grow.
And it’d come with a lot more dashing Decepticons to talk about at odd hours of the night.
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Well, it only took me two months to post this thing. There’s been so much chaos in my life right now, time keeps slipping away from me. But this fandom is everything I love with people in it I love hearing from!
I’m so glad I accidentally fell into transformers hell of all things.
I hope this was a fun read, and you delighted in me embarrassing myself. I can’t stop, it seems. Garbagezombie thank you for the message, I hope you liked this💕 you made me feel super good at doing my transformers things, and that means a lot 🥺💖
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blueikeproductions · 9 months ago
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Adding on to the comment of using lesser known characters over more popular characters.
As much as modern writers keep trying to ship Optimus and Megatron together or Megatron and Starscream, something like that isn’t what the average Joe Convoy wants even if they are gay or gay compliant. Not to mention complaints off and on we barely see Optimus romantically with Elita-1, how’s that gonna work with Dion when Hasbro seems hellbent from denying Optimus romance in general?
I never really saw Starscream as being interested in anyone. Aside from the one time he filtered with Slipstream in Animated, and that feeds into what I’m about to say, Screamer seems like the type who is all about self love. He loves himself, slag everyone else. ESPECIALLY Megatron. Soundwave and/or Shockwave easily be the Smithers to Megatron’s Mr. Burns, but nobody really seems interested in exploring that. At all.
I could see Bumblebee being bi, but he’s another one that isn’t really lucky in the romance department. (Funny enough I have a vivid memory of Bumblebee having a tall girlfriend among the Female Autobots, but that clearly isn’t true sadly.) Occasionally they imply he has a thing for Arcee, and the one time he scored with Arcee in Devil’s Due TF vs GI Joe, he horrifically died shortly after… Maybe don’t ship him with Breakdown for fear of a disapproving Motormaster to swing by and stomp Bee into sheet metal…
Arcee has kinda become the poster child for NOT doing queer stuff. The horribly mismanaged trans backstory, the constant need to over correct it to the very end instead of maybe just not touching it at all and trying to make best of it, and the aforementioned age difference by pairing her with Aileron. By the time IDW2 corrected it by Arcee being an average gal with her wife Greenlight trying to raise a child during political upheaval on pre-war Cybertron, most had looooong since checked out. Now we’re back to Arcee being into men (as she was with suitors like Hot Rod, Springer, Chromedome, and more), by having her romantically interested in Ratchet via Skybound currently. Personally I say Arcee should be bi, speaking as a bi guy but unless you’re Nick Nelson, no one cares what we say it seems.
I think as a result using other characters is viewed as preferable. Like Tidal Wave, especially when he was upgraded into Mirage, being head over heels in love with Galvatron in Energon.
Personally my choices for gay rep in that department remain Inferno & Red Alert, Chip Chase, Tracks, Sunstreaker, Beachcomber, Daniel Witwicky, Buster Witwicky (I know he married his high school sweetheart Jessie, but I dunno, he always gave me a gay vibe), BlackArachnia (like Arcee, make her bisexual, but she still has to be her deadly yet sexy femme fatal self like in BW for this to work. We all know she’d make guys and gals weak knee’d!), Shadow Striker (I always personally assumed the CV writers wrote her as a lesbian, they just never outright said so to my knowledge), Grapple & Hoist, Sentinel Prime (his TFA self always struck me as the himbo type), and so on and so forth.
Oo! I know, next cartoon, bring back Buster and Chip, and have them be a couple, while Spike and Carly are a couple to have both worlds. Everybody wins.
IDW is heralded as a pioneer for queer representation for Transformers but it was the start and not be treated as the standard, one should always continue to strive to do better. People are likely afraid that any valid criticism towards IDW will conflated with its queer representation and scare off Hasbro from including it in future installments. However, the people doing that to appear to be associated with IDW itself such as Harrison who deflected to homophobia when faced with criticism, as if IDW didn't inherently cater towards homophobes (whether intentional or not) by having their canon queer characters and relationships be largely made up of lesser known characters opposed to legacy characters because it would be more palatable...
I don't want to throw out the proverbial baby with the bathwater, and I want to make it clear that the issue isn't queer relationships in and of themselves. I've seen plenty of metas from other creative minds that pointed out how you could write queer relationships with the cast of characters in such a way that it would make more sense in context, and not grind the giant transforming robot action to an absolute halt. But it's much harder to defend "romance is taking up way too much time" than "miss me with that gay shit," hence going with that stereotype with any and all criticism.
Then again, James Roberts was also the guy whose fanfic novella I keep making fun of literally had a scene where Soundwave has sex. And even he has claimed that it was too much in hindsight.
That and let's be honest. Between IDW tanking, WFC tanking, and now Earthspark's woeful underperformance, if anything would scare Hasbro off from hiring LBGTQ+ writers and inserting those relationships into Transformers going forward, it's those commercial failures, not the complaints of a few grifter Youtube channels who think making fun of Nightshade will get them a few extra ad dollars.
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oatchi · 3 years ago
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🏳‍🌈 for tfa. hand me. Give. Require
🏳️‍🌈 do you have any headcanons (lgbt, race, neuro, etc) that are important to you? You really want me to fill my dash up, huh. Okay. Fine. Under the cut it goes.
Let me be clear, I accept many things for many characters, especially when it comes to trans headcanons, so I may go back and forth on a lot of these, but you literally asked for it.
Optimus Prime: Bisexual. I can understand the transmasc headcanon given to him, but I do not like the way people treat him in the fandom in combination with the headcanon (i.e., the soft uwu boy act) so most depictions leave a sour taste in my mouth. Suffers from textbook PTSD. Ratchet: Old old queer man. He's the kind of old man who doesn't label himself because he finds it a bit ridiculous. He likes mechs, he likes femmes, he likes everything outside of that and in between. He doesn't care what he "falls under," he's just living his life. Textbook PTSD, and he is the old gay mentor to Optimus' young gay in need of a parental figure. Bumblebee: Gay Trans man. Easy. Teeeextbook ADHD, and he hates being infantilized for it. Not much else to say on this. Also he's polyam and parent trapped all his partners into also being in love with each other. Except not like, parent trapping them, just like, boyfriend trapping them. Bulkhead: Bisexual cisguy who's doing his best to support his trans friends. He is Autistic, okay? He is. He has a special interest in the show. and Sensory issues. Trust Me. He's cis but he's got the autistic gender swag with it okay. Prowl: He is.... How you say... Pansexual. I will not get into anything about bi/pan stuff but he follows the logic I do of bisexual meaning "attraction to your gender, the opposite, and others" and pansexual meaning "attraction regardless of gender." He's also a he/they because he has the Autism Fucked Up My Concept Of Gender disease. He's autistic btw. He holds hands with Bumblebee and Bulkhead and is open to more. Dinobots: They're all stupid and bi. Not for each other they just are. Omega Supreme: He's so guy ever. I think the inherit concept of being nothing more than a war machine and made to have "low processing power" is kinda neurodivergent-trans. Like inheritly. He chose to be a guy and stuff. Arcee: JUST some girl. She has kind old bi trans lady energy I think. I think her memory issues probably persisted a bit even though they were shown to be "fixed" at the end, but only in minor ways. Wreckgar: HE IS JUST SOME GUY. I think if you asked him his pronouns he would say "I am Wreckgar! I... Use he/him pronouns?" and then think about it and then go "I am Wreckgar! I use any pronouns!" and that would be the interaction. I don't think he has any feelings on anyone really other than friendship <3 Megatron: Old, old gay man. He is not gay for Optimus. Crucial. He is just gay. Also I think he's trans with it. Old gay trans man that will dark seduce you. (If Fruit reads this essay. I'm reclaiming.) Starscream: As Unfortunate As It Is, he has transgender swag. I cannot place what kind, but I'd like to believe it's any pronouns. Also Gay. But No One Wants Him. Starscream clones: I DON'T KNOW MAN. THEYRE JUST KINDA THERE. In my mind I feel like Slipstream stole all the transgender swag making all the other ones normal guys. Well like. As normal as Clones of Starscream could be. Blitzwing: He/they by nature, self referential as "we" occasionally again by nature. OSDD-1b but they all respond to "Blitzwing" because they are a chaotic group that switch on the drop of a hat and they've just learned to. The kind of system that works to make up the concept of one whole "person," so even if they themselves know they're different, they are pooling resources together to make one guy often. One Gay Guy. Smile Lugnut: Do I literally need to say anything. He's gay. He's never even looked at a woman unless it was for work. He's gay and the one guy he wants does not want him at all Blackarachnia: Trans girl. She's a metaphor alright. I like to think she's transhet because they are the strongest type of trans people and Blackarachnia is stronger than all of us. Heavily suffers from the body issues, and suffers from trauma. Because of the Spiders. Soundwave: No gender No sexuality Only Liberate Robots. That is how I think he feels Shockwave: Old Gay Man. He has transgender swag I feel like he's gender fucked up. I don't know how. He's weird with it. Smile. Lockdown: I like to think he is a neutral/pos aroace who just acts like that. He does not fuck he could if he wanted but he doesn't. End post Swindle: He's just a little guy! And it's his birthday, you would try to make a guy pick just one place on the gender spectrum on his birthday? He's got gender swag and I think he is also aroace and hangs out with Lockdown because of this. Wasp(inator): The Bug gave him Transgender Swag. He's also terribly traumatized Constructicons: Fuck these guys. But they're also all bi and no one wants them Angry Archer: I could not give less of a shit about this man. But he's like gay (derogatory) Nanosec: transhet. Good for him. Meltdown: Again, gay (derogatory) Colossus: I literally don't know. Whatever man. Gay old guy Professor Princess: She Is like, idk. 6. I think she cares about my little ponies more than being on my headcanons chart. Henry Masterson: He is so so so so so gaytrans and insane Slo-Mo: transhet. Good for her. Ultra Magnus: Old old gay man. No further commentary. Jazz: Hehehe... Gay ninja. I think he actually could like a woman in theory but he is definitely mlm. I think he is either a hardcore trans ally or a transman. Jetfire/Jetstorm: Putting them together because personally I love to believe that because they are viewed as a unit and are usually never referred to as individuals, they are actually much more accustomed to singular they/them in reference to themselves. I think they accept anything though. Also they're just a little fucked up from the whole dying and coming back thing I think. I think the death and coming back thing gave them a bit of nonbinary swag. they/he's. Blurr: I don't know where this is coming from, but He/They/It nonbinary gay dude. That's all Heh. What. Did you think I'd forget my specialist boy of all time? Never. I just needed to put him at the bottom so you didn't have to scroll through ALL the shit I have to say about him just to see 1-2 sentences on some other guys. Anyways. Let's get into it. Sentinel Prime: Is so so so so so SO much. He can literally be interpreted a million ways, but let me make one thing very clear. He is NOT a cishet man who's an asshole for no reason. Without a doubt, my personal favourite interpretation of him is as a bisexual cis man who, despite the everything, is a very hardcore trans ally. A real "oh you're trans? Okay uhh what name. Okay. Okay. Pronouns? Okay. Gotttt it. Okay. Okay. (Goes back to insulting you but this time reaffirming of your gender)" type guy. Mentally? PTSD. Textbook. Often showing in ways that are the exact opposite of the way Optimus' shows, making him seem "difficult." Also, literally everyone can fuck off, I think he's so autistic. I think he's genuinely so autistic so bad. Touch is only good if he initiates it. He wants touch do NOT fucking touch him if he doesn't make it very clear he wants touch. Do not expect him to understand peoples feelings he does not get it. Do not expect him to understand a social setting, he will NOT get it. He doesn't know how to do any of that. He is hardcore rule follower because of a mix of trauma and autism. And when he does break the rules? Well, it didn't break is Autism Moral Rules, so it's fine. Organic stuff is not only a traumatic trigger, it is often stuff he would consider "bad touch." He does NOT like how soft humans and other organics are, he HATES their liquids, he DOES NOT like hair. And listen to me? Listen to me. Only I'm allowed to say this one as a haver of this disorder. Obsessive compulsive disorder rooted in trauma. Did he only comically have to clean himself once as a gag in the show..? Yes. Would I trust anyone else saying this..? No. But I live deep inside Sentinel Prime's mind and trust me, I know what I'm saying. I believe the compulsive need for status comes from a complex mix of PTSD, OCD, and Autism. With the PTSD, he blocked everyone out, till all that was left was status. OCD would have him with the repeated intrusive thoughts of needing to be the best, or else, well, the general "bad things will happen" type response. Autism is definitely important in this mix, because he has been working towards it for years, and the moment it might be out of reach entirely, complete and total meltdown and confusion ensues. Yes, that could be attributed to both the PTSD and OCD, but trust me. I know him. Several other things about him play into these three, to make the list short, being unable to stop to let the blame hit him for once is crucial to not letting what little of he has left to his name be shattered. The small sense of identity is all effects of PTSD, OCD and autism. The deal with Optimus is so neurodivergent I swear to God. He is just some guy with a handful of mental disorders that doesn't know how to articulate care. I need to stop now and so I shall, smile. Oh and by the way, Sari Sumdac is trans, realizing she was a robot transed her, she is nonbinary she/they/he. Thank you and Good Night
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transfemstarscream · 3 years ago
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going off on a tangent here but not only is the venn diagram of weird meg/stars and ppl who oversexualize starscream a circle but also they r the ones who'd keep insisting starscream "not being just as bad/evil" is unfaithful to canon and ooc when no tf franchise ever has portrayed starscream in a suggestive light, only femme gay coded, and extrapolating sexualization from that says more about you than it does about the canon. am i making sense here.
you are making sense, don't worry. the defense that transformers itself sexualizes and/or degrades (at least in a sexual manner) starscream in canon and that her canonical traits are why people view her as a lot of derogatory terms is just... false? no starscream to my recollection has ever been portrayed in a suggestive light, and the "times" (the bigger male bots treatment of her, slipstream, tfp's design, etc.) there are questionable jokes made at her expense are just the usual transphobic/transmisogynistic and overall weird (but definitely not sexual) attitude the franchise has towards her.
even japanese continuities, who do play a lot more into the femme gay/transfem coding starscream usually has a lot more directly (to the point where it's not just "classical bishōnen" trope but rather a purposeful reflection of the character) are never weird nor try to do anything sexual with her. is she definitely made a lot more charismatic, youthful, and heavily implied to be gay? yes, but... that's not inherently suggestive. being gay and/or trans coded isn't inherently sexual nor has it ever been. even bwii's starscream, who outright talks and behaves like a "traditional homosexual" character in japanese media, is actually given a lot of respect and the show never tries to creep on her nor degrade her for that. in fact, japanese transformers media know how popular starscream is and actually give her a lot more respect as a character because of it. i joke about it but honestly the unicron trilogy and bwii treat her incredibly well in comparison to most american transformers media (and definitely the fandom, oh my god).
like, given that the transformers fandom likes to parade itself with being Mature and Smart, if you're given a character who is often characterized as a femme gay and/or a trans woman, and your take away is not the homophobia and transmisogyny the franchise throws at her, but that it's the franchise trying to sell her as any sort of sexual derogatory term or stereotype, and that's why you're justified in being strange and people who aren't are "ignoring canon" then... i don't think you're as smart as you think you are.
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shychangling · 3 years ago
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Trans femme, trans masc, gender vague,  genderless.
No matter what. Starscream is very gender and I have envy of it... what ever that is.
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