#autobots are humans au

[auduux]

Chapter one preview! Please leave comments if you like it!

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“Smokescreen?” Inferno asked, entering the break room.

“Yeah?” The smaller man asked, sitting on the floor playing monopoly with Ultra Magnus, Tarn, and Mudflap. It was a common sight, though Mudflap being without Skids wasn’t. He didn’t question it though, accepting the brief peace.

“You mentioned another space station near here a while ago, but I thought we were supposed to be isolated?” He asked, sitting down beside them, on the opposite side of Tarn. He still stayed a distance from the Decepticon in case he decided he wanted to blow his head off.

“We are, for the most part. They’re not close close but Astrotrain could take us there in only two light years.” Smokescreen shrugged, watching as Mudflap lunged at Tarn after the Decepticon got his hands on one of their railroads. It didn’t do much, given they were about nine times smaller, but they still flailed and cursed when they grabbed him by the waist and shook him a few times before putting him back down. The shaking worked in shutting him up, but it also made him wonky, spinning around the room without any footing.

“Are they affiliated with this station?” Inferno questioned, still unfamiliar with how the stations worked, how many there were, and which ones were ‘affiliated’ with the station. In common writing, which ones shared a first name.

“They are! That’s where our medic and mechanic are! They come here sometimes, but not often. It’s called Alytra 2/B Alpha, their AI is a Decepticon named Sevens Apollo. You can guess where his name came from.”  Smokescreen answered, always excited to share common knowledge with him. They seemed extra giddy to talk about the station in particular, but Inferno didn’t question it.

“Our Medic is Knock Out, He’s a Decepticon, pretty keen in disassembly. He works with Charlie sometimes, she’s over there too, she’s our mechanic actually. She always comes with Ricochet in case he decides to punch another hole in Red Alert…hopefully not again.” Smokescreen continued, rambling as he usually did. He was used to Smokescreens info vomiting by now, he found it cute. It was an interesting quirk, just like how he talks a mile a minute when he’s nervous and sings when he’s working or bored. He had picked up on cleaning as a pastime when they weren’t fighting someone or calming Red Alert after they start panicking randomly. He’d gotten good at it; Inferno never saw Red Alert dirty anymore.

“Who’s Ricochet?” Inferno asked, noticing the gleam in his eyes as he talked about the person in particular. He was interested in hearing what it meant, and how close they were for Smokescreen to talk about them with such a fond look.

“He was a Decepticon but switched over before the war ended. He has a short temper but he’s nice once you get past it. He’ll look at you like he wants to smash your head in too but it’s just his resting face, he wouldn’t do that. To you, at least. He does it a lot to the people he fights. Gruesome thing to watch. Anyway, Red Alert is terrified of him, so he won’t do anything while he’s here, but he’ll probably alert you each time he senses something, so watch out for that. You haven’t felt it yet, but he can enter your mind, pretty much, read your thoughts, memories, see from your eyes. It feels weird. He’ll be able to talk to you like that one on one, through your mind, so you won’t miss it. If you have a sleep schedule, I would throw it out the window. It’s getting ruined. Utterly. But he’ll let you in wherever you want without a fight at least.” Smokescreen rambled, disregarding the game of Monopoly entirely and ignoring Tarn and Mudflap as they continued to argue over which railroads were whose. Magnus had moved further away, preferring to be isolated from conversations he wasn’t a part of.

“And how much sleep do you think I’ll get with Red in my head?” Inferno asked in a sigh, mentally preparing already. Ricochet he assumed was admiration. What there was to admire, however, he wasn’t sure. From the description he was given the ‘bot didn’t seem like someone he would want to hang around.

“I got about four, five hours when he was in my head, but I’m a light sleeper. It might be different with you. He hasn’t known you as long, just don’t spook him.” The Autobot said, an apologetic smile on his face. Red Alert was aware Smokescreen couldn’t do what he was doing before, which would make him lose his job if anyone figured out actually, and would go to Inferno instead. They were over paranoid but not stupid. Inferno sighed in response, standing. He decided that was as much info he could take for the day. He would probably ask Smokescreen again later.

“That’s enough for today, I’ll be in the control room if you need me. If I can get in.” Inferno chuckled, the last part supposed to be funny, though he was sure Red Alert wouldn’t take it too well. He never did, but really could he blame him?

[keferon]

I don’t know if I got their designs quite right. It’s my first time drawing them :)

Monster hunter au lambo twins ehehe

[driftsart]

Human design doodles? :0

[terriblyrenderedenigma]

On Transformers and Human soulmate tropes...

(i do personally attack starscream at the end, i'm sorry starscream lovers, i love him too, but he's just a sad, devious little guy.)

Just a little thought here, so, I love soulmate tropes. Depending on the plot, they can be really fun and take so many interesting paths as a medium used within storytelling, whether romantic or platonic.

But what i want to talk about specifically is Transformer x Human soulmate tropes. Like, you have this super sweet side to it where the bot can be like 'I have waited my entire life to find you, finally, I can hold you in my arms and we never have to part again'. Depending on the character/story/type of SM (soulmate, shortening it because I'm not gonna keep writing it out) trope of course.

Can I just say how...instrumentally fucked this is though? So you have this race of robots who live for, what is essentially millennia out in the wild unless they catch the smoke. Their soulmate ends up being this little creature that lives for 80, maybe 100 years tops before dying. -Unless we're going for some kind of mind switch body type thing, but we all know how that went with spike in g1.

Our beloved robo blorbos will eventually have to cope with the fact that their soulmate, the person or creature they're MEANT to be with via laws of the universe, will die a LOT sooner than they will.

This especially hits hard with the decepticons who, depending on continuity -- hate humanity already. Bots who've gone through so much, losing their home, friends, and their dignities; have to learn to put up with and accept this creature as their fated mate/spouse/conjux endura, whatever you want to call it- SOULMATE.

Then the decepticons just have to deal with the fact that they're going to lose this person too, just like they've already lost everything else and oh GOD. Maybe they choose to forget about them and move on, stay alone and mourn what could have been if the universe hadn't had such a fucked sense of humor. Maybe they choose to accept it, but never let their SM too close because they know they'll just be hurt so much more hurt when the inevitable comes.

Then you have to think about decepticons having to possibly protect their SM from other cons! From being taken and 'saved' by the autobots.

Imagine some bots or cons just flying off the handle, going crazy just to try and keep their human alive in any way they possibly can, afraid of running out of time.

(Starscream lovers forgive me for the angst)

And Starscream especially, Maybe he'd try. He'd have a great time, take a chance, and give it a go. But what if he's actually terrified? Maybe he'd also self sabotage a little, knowing the relationship will never last too long anyways; not in the short blink of time it would be next to his life. Maybe, he doesn't actually know what to do with himself in a positive relationship after being, i dunno, consistently dogged on by megatron and he freezes.

There's something actually good for him, and since he isn't sure how to receive or accept that fact, he's gone. And maybe he'll come back, but the cycle could repeat.

(Im sorry, unless you put a tracker on him and call his ass and really give him some therapy. get him some god damn therapy.)

But yeah. All around, the angst potential is immense for this stuff and it makes me sad to think about so I thought i would share it instead of just write about it in an actual fic because my character analysis and ability to comprehend my own thoughts is so shit.

Okay, CIAOOOOOO~

[transingthoseformers]

As much as I have a gripe with bayverse tf due to some questionable writing choices that aged badly. It is still the first series to introduced me to tf, and damn the comics are smth cause what do you mean that is where the Lord High Protector Megatron trope came from, where megop shippers used it in fanfics and that line of Megatron saying he wants to make Optimus as his in one of the comics

I'VE GOT SO MANY OPINIONS ABOUT HOW THERE'S GOOD IDEAS STUCK IN BAYVERSE

Like. Clearly there's flaws. Some deep, obvious flaws that cannot and should not be ignored. But, some of the ideas in it are soooo crunchy and fun to play with

Bayverse could've been better. It had potential. And there are some genuinely good moments in the films. And some of the designs, while the execution and final product wasn't what many were looking for, clearly had attention and thought put into them (I still love bayverse Starscream and TLK Megatron😔).

They had a chance, and we saw what happened with that chance.

[raileurta]

Queen Miko

Unbeknownst to Miko hardshell participated in an insecticon tradition where if their leader or "queen" is killed in combat the bot who killed them takes on the queen role. The hardshell was their queen so the other insecticons honor it so Miko is just their leader now. Which is a terrifying thing for both autobots and decepticons alike. She at first was hesitant because of Bulkhead but quickly gets over it when they discovered she would be turned into a bot hybrid. Their mental link can't really work with humans so they must turn her into an insecticon for it to work. She's completely on board because fuck being a human, she'll have awesome weapons and can fly. ✨

Obviously the autobots are very much not on board with this plan. They don't want to disregard the insecticons' traditions but they don't want the human girl to lose her humanity. Despite their best efforts Miko becomes an inorganic hybrid. Her form looks like a mix between a Huntmens spider and Asian hornet. Since God (me) has an amazing sense of humor they thought it would be really funny if Miko was part spider. Also a flying stinging spider? Is on a whole another level fuck no.

[luluchankrl]

I decided to start over. So, let's make it the first movie, right? 😼

Before anyone talks about anything related to designs, remember that I am the artist and I do it my way. Also, Optimus doesn't seem to have a beard, even though he sometimes seems to have one in some way 🤡

[maiselyormaiforshort]

Would anyone be interested in my ideal transformers shattered glass au

[witchofthesouls]

Curious question! How would you describe seeker kin using their sensors to detect energon and incoming bots? Like biology. I saw the snippet you did on seeker Lennox and Sarah. :0

In that verse, Energon detection is a unique skill to Seeker femmes as they're meant to manage flocks and balance a multitude of relations as an extensive network from their incredibly dense sparks, which naturally gives them a wide EM field range to encompass others. Think of it as a very keen sense of spatial awareness and territoriality as Cybertronian sparks are unique to each mecha like a set of human fingerprints.

Sarah is able to sense more adult sparks when she initially came to Diego Garcia, and the Seeker did not like it.

(It doesn't help Sarah is basically a newbuild, so her senses are sharp and agitated as she has yet to figure out or be taught by another how to filter out or dull input, and it's made aggressively worse because she has a protective streak over her sparkling. Plus, Optimus is there, and he is both a Prime and has enough coding in his lineage to read as another Seekerkin mech, so she's even more defensive of her space.)

Basically, large veins of crystal Energon capture their attention as it can mess their sparks' perception of the environment. The effects could manifest as very specific sensation-perception cues that varies from femme to femme: auditory, visual, scent, tactile, and even taste.

Those cues act as markers that grow stronger with proximity and are highly reliable and accurate tells that modern science has yet to replicate even half as well.

Sarah will eventually describe her cue as a sequence of clear, vocal demands that tug harder on her spark the closer she gets to vein, so hers is an auditory-tactile cue.

Surprisingly, the femmes of their grounded counterparts of Praxus and Polyhex don't have this Energon detection quirk. However, Seekerkin are still very attuned to the harmonics of crystal Energon to manipulate it. The immense variety of art from Praxus' famous crystal gardens and elegant tea ceremonies to Polyhex's unique pottery goods and architectural designs for navigating their wetlands stood as testament to it.

[newmatrix]

JAZZ!!!

Working out design details, I don't draw him enough 😞

Gave him a face under the visor and drawing him with eyes was deeply unsettling . . .

[cozzzynook]

Dratchrod with a side of a/b/o Dratchet being alphas and Rodimus an omega. First time courting and claiming.

I have not done something like this yet and its making me want to do a humanformers au.

So if you’re familiar with me you know my brain goes different directions so heres my fore warning 🫣

Its not really known that Rodimus is an omega since he doesn’t like his presentation.

He didn’t like making nests nor needing them for comfort. He didn’t like his heats or how they made him vulnerable, emotional and needy to those around him. He’d get seasonal heats just like every omega and like every omega he’d bleed each month feeling his body ache, his chest puff out and his hips spread to accommodate what others say his second gender is made for.

He can’t stand the stigma, stereotypes and image that comes with being an omega and the degrading weakness that comes with it.

The feelings he’s just never been able to work through and accept nor the emotional turmoil of not fitting typical omega beauty standards.

Rodimus was not a short, soft omega.

He was a tall, lean muscle with pudge on his belly showing off his uterus that he constantly hides, at times temperamental and prone to long bouts of depression omega.

Rodimus didn’t dare ever think a beta, let alone alpah, would be interested in him.

Especially since he’s hidden he was an omega from the moment he presented early as a young child.

It was terrifying feeling like that and having the adults at the shelter look at him like he was a burden and a freak.

He wasn’t given anything most omegas were gifted during their first heat. He didn’t even have someone to hold him and tell him it would be okay.

He was locked in a stale old room in the basement with a bucket, a few bottles of water and a couple snack wrap bars and some towels.

No pain medicine, no caring scents, no rest and not an ounce of comfort.

They say an omegas first heat deeply impacts their life and future heats going forward.

Maybe that’s why he always struggled during his heats. He was always alone. He learned early on being alone was the only real way to keep himself safe.

Sure he had friends but he kept them at arms length and never truly let them in.

He wasn’t…necessarily unhappy with the way he lived his life but he did want.

He wanted for things that left him frustrated and hot all over from wanting to cry. But he wasn’t a weak omega, he refused to be, so he wouldn’t cry. He wouldn’t be emotional or reliant on an alpha or need their help for anything.

He was determined to live his life independently and keep his secret until he died.

….life never goes the way he wants it to.

It was his last year of college when his heart started getting weak again and his body was no longer as strong as it once had been.

Related to the long term abuse his omega sustained growing up, the doctor at the clinic told him. He’d be feeling out of body for entire days, having a hard time keeping food down and only able to drink shakes so he wouldn’t get sicker. The medicine they eventually put him on couldn’t fix the long term damage but it would stop it from getting worse.

Rodimus was actually heading to pick up his medicine when he felt the signs kick start as he walked from the bus to the pharmacy. The heat was unbearable on his body and he’d made it to the counter on shaky legs where the pharmacists that knew him hurried to get a chair for him and his medicine…only for him to drop and fall out in the aisle.

When he came back he expected a headache or pain.

He didn’t expect warm hands and a firm lap holding him up.

The smell of concerned alpha was drowning him in a sea of calm he never once experienced in his twenty five years of life.

It was the most mouth watering, brain hazing, body relaxing scent he’s ever smelled in his life.

He was too lost in the clouds to truly question why the scents felt like home. He couldn’t even remember that he hated smelling others, alpha, beta and omega alike.

Rodimus is able to open his eyes when one of the doctors gives him an emergency shot kept in the back for him since this is his primary medicine pick up. He feels the prick next to his heart and feels the medicine working through him. He’s wondering why he’s still on a soft firm lap instead of the plush warm pillow his doctor often gave him.

His vision is clearing and the world is slow to warm him in a way it never has and for the first time in his life he feels like he isn’t alone anymore.

It is not one but two alphas that hover above him. One with white hair and bits of red that run all over his hair naturally. He’s brown skin with yellow eyes that glow in unshed concern. The alpha is muscular, tall and slim while the one beside him, the one who administered the shot is chubby a chubby male alpha laced with deep muscle. He’s got light brown skin with deep brown eyes that swirl into a shade of red. His hair is ginger with lines of white on the sides. He can tell the man is older and he can slowly see the bite mark on the mans neck that looked far too deep to be an omegas.

As did the other alpha holding his head.

‘Ah, they’re mates,’ he thinks to himself, biting his lip to make sure no words came forth. Wrong thing to do it seems. The older of the two made a disgruntled sound and got him to stop biting his lip.

“I’m fine,” he croaked, trying to sit up. The slender alpha wouldn’t let him and the alpha he guessed to be a doctor or nurse began checking him over.

“I need you to stay still kid. At least until I finish checkin ya over,” the mans voice was soothing in an odd way. Deep yet slightly cranky and itchy, seems like he was a grouch type by nature. Kinda funny if he was a doctor and a total grinch.

He felt callous hands gently check him over, careful of his sensitive skin, taking a careful approach at checking his pulse and brushing over his scent glands only to feel scent patches. The man gave a disapproving look that melted to something else before moving on faster than he could inhale.

When all was said and done almost an hour passed and he was finally allowed to sit up and gather his medicine. He thanked the two and apologized for the trouble.

The slender alpha that was taller than he expected, and painfully attractive, was named Drift and much friendlier than his initial appearance led on. The alpha said it was no trouble at all and offered the two taking him back to his car or his place if he needed the help. Immediately he denied the invitation followed by saying he was fine and didn’t want to inconvenience them anymore than he already had.

The one he learned was a doctor named Ratchet gave a gruff, “you passed out on the ground kid. Stop playing it tough and accept the help,” before moving forward and gently shuffling Rodimus along who yelped a little, totally surprised by the attractive stranger touching him. Neither seemed like the type to like physical affection but he could be wrong, he probably was since he didn’t know them.

He shouldn’t think about them or memorize their appearance since it’ll be the last time he ever sees them.

He’s definitely not letting them take him home or get in their car.

He allows them to take him outside and when he gets the first brush of air, he inhales a little deeper, feeling the grounding invading hand hold his middle back, the comforting protecting powerful invading presence looming right against him almost touching. Shielding him from the outside world making his head swim, his stomach calm as if he’s never had an anxious nerve in his body since birth and he’s wondering what he was so focused on before as he allowed the two to help him into the car?

He’s catching a whiff of alpha pheromones that work so well together it should be illegal.

He’s snapping out of his stupor much to his omegas dismay and he’s darting from the twos grasp and car before he knows it. He’s glad he caught them by surprise and was able to get away, Rodimus was also glad he once used to be very into sports before his omega fucked everything up, again.

Sure he paid for it when he finally stopped running and collapsed in his dorm, but it was worth it, he argued internally to his omega.

He doesn’t know those two alphas, they could be traffickers or could take advantage of him. He shouldn’t have let his guard down like that and he shouldn’t have fallen for whatever spell they put on him.

A soft whine comes from his throat and he’s pushing himself on all fours to crawl to his bed, he won’t build a nest- he refuses to build a nest- only to drop back to the floor and pass out.

He was stiff and in pain when he woke up. His omega berating him for not allowing two perfectly capable alphas to scent and take care of him. He could be waking in an alphas den buried beneath their weight and the oils of their glands as they kept him safe and shrouded him in the affection he so desperately needs.

He pushes that thought away immediately, after he forces himself to stop purring of course.

He thought the worst was behind him when he realized he didn’t have his medicine and would be spending the next two months suffering with heart and body pains with his chest feeling like it was caving in. He sighed rubbing his hand against his chest, feeling like his heart was purposely pounding against his lungs in retaliation for being so stupid as to leave his medication with two strange alphas his omega would sell a liver and both kidneys to smell again.

“Fucking hell,” he gasped quietly, he didn’t have a choice, talking loud hurt too much and he was pushing his luck going to this herbal tea shop. He was thankful the shop owner ordered very strong herbs for him that would help curb his pain. He’d be left bed bound but that was so much better than suffering in pain.

“Thank you so much,” with shaky hands he took the hot mug of tea from the owner and closed his eyes. He concentrated on lifting the cup to his lips without spilling it all and burning himself when he felt two sets of warm, slender and thick callous hands lifting the tea to steady it for him as he drank.

His shoulders dropped, his brain was bubbly with a fog surrounding his lungs with every increasingly easy breath filling him like a cure. The scent was heavenly, spices he didn’t know existed wafted into him going perfectly with the natural fire scent his omega was oddly born with. Figures he’d be an omega with a scent deemed for an alpha. Not that he really minds he actually likes it. But not as much as he likes the scent of spices coming from the two alphas that surround him holding his cup.

He’s pressed against a firm chest that follows an arm snaking around him. It’s firm, lightly possessive and quite touchy in ways he’s never been given. There’s a soft touch on his chest above his heart and the feeling makes him boneless. The alpha holding him takes his full weight like its easy and the alpha in front of him is touching him in places that feel familiar. Its not perverted but its welcoming as it is searching oddly enough.

“You gave us quite the scare kid. Running off like that and without your meds. Yer lucky to be walkin right about now, especially since yer breathin so tuff.”

Rodimus knew that voice was familiar, he’d heard it before so many times in his dreams this past week but it came from somewhere elsec somewhere real.

“Please don’t run from us again, we don’t mean you any harm honest.”

His omega was beaming with joy to the point of melting making him drop into both the alphas hold nose sniffing the two so desperate to inhale as much as physically possible.

The rational part of his brain felt as if it were being stomped down into the recess of his psyche allowing his omega to break free in a way he’s never once allowed it to. He’s forced to watch from the depths of his mind in growing horror as the two alphas take their time leading him towards an expensive looking car.

He can’t do anything to persuade his omega to let him have control nor can he force himself at the forefront of his mind to put a stop to this.

For goodness sake he could be getting abducted and his omega was just willingly getting in the car of two older alphas just because they were attractive. For fucks sake whats wrong with him?

By the time he was finished having a small breakdown that almost leaked past his scent patches, he was at their home.

A place he only could dream of having, a place he quite honestly built on his pintrest board that he knew he could never afford.

The place was semi-large and cozy, there was a draft in the air sure but turning on the fire place they had in the main room would do it good.

He honestly loved every moment of seeing the home if he were honest. It was beautiful, warm in a way he felt could be his everyday and it was filled with the most delicious scents that would leave his brain fuzzy every single second he was here.

The moment the two carried him into a large bedroom his own rational mind completely slipped into a sea of alpha pheromones, comfort, sex, soft passions and his own fragrance as he thought nothing of removing his scent patches letting his aroma surround them.

They gave a welcoming chuff not a second later and he was brought into their nests den where he was allowed to add his own clothing.

He’d began letting his glands oil as he mixed his own scent into the fabric lightly. Mindful of his neck and wrists already becoming sensitive since he’s never done this before.

The two alphas noticed his shift in comfort immediately and took it upon themselves to rub their wrist glands along his mixing and claiming his scent to theres. It was a forward and momentary claim but it was a large claim nonetheless. Especially when the two laid him between them and scented their neck glands along his own.

He was so lost in the comfort and safety he’s never once been granted in his life he never thought of them meaning any harm or ill will towards him. He simply purred, actually purred, for the two of them while cooing and mewling with need as he let himself fall apart in their hold with tears in his eyes.

He didn’t give thought to being weak or being seen as less than.

His omega and his mind only felt the comfort and want the two felt for him and he allowed himself the chance to reach deep within himself and explore the need he felt the moment the three of them meet.

Of course, this didn’t last.

Eventually when morning came and the three woke realizing what they’d done there was questions, chaos and Rodimus trying to make a run for it only to not even be able to lift himself from the nest.

After a long time convincing him they didn’t mean any harm and that their own alphas took over, Rodimus listened to the two and semi believed them.

His guard was still high as ever now that he was no longer as fuzzy and under a spell.

He’s not sure how but the two managed to convince him to allow a courting to take place and while he was ready to yell out no and run with his tail between his legs.

He said yes.

Allowing the two to curl into him on both sides where he felt himself cracking under the pressure with tears in his eyes.

The first courting gift they ever gave him was a shoulder and arms to cry in and the last courting gift that was give was done by him. The last gift he gave them before they sealed themselves together with a bite, was a scented blanket for their little one to sleep in.

[ultra-phthalo]

Reverse First Contact AU

This idea just dropped in my brain after watching Harambe's tragic back story. And I'm so excited to tell you this AU. Transformers have become extremely endangered because of the war. They are all on Earth and can't communicate with humans because of the language barrier. Years later, all the possible tech humans were able to extract from them did eventually satisfy human curiosity enough to see them as less of a threat. And humans just now treat the last surviving cybertronians on Earth as though they were simple space curiosities. To be kept in a zoo setting. That are owned by states. Sometimes they are shipped to other states as a way of maintaining cordial political affiliations between nations. Since they are so expensive to maintain and keep in one place. Think of it as a Planet Of The Apes, old gods situation lol. [I revised my ask and decided to make this a separate blog post others can add their ideas to]

[baronazazel]

I was forced to watch Transformers Prime so that is what you will be getting as the upcoming art.

Here are some of the Decepticons (idk if Airachnid can be counted as Decepticon but yeah her too)

Also I drew Megatron with a helmet but idk I like him more without it.

[brotoman-exe]

Some Transformers Prerendformers AU Backstory Ideas

Autobots

The Autobots as a whole started as those who followed Optimus Prime once more open resistance against the treatment of the lower castes and Sentinel Prime's increasing acts of cruelty. Eventually many smaller groups would also come to follow the Autobot banner and once rescued from the Gladiator Pits of Kaon, Megatron would serve as co-leader since many that first joined Prime were Megatron's fellow miners and the newly arisen Prime even once saying he'd learn to inspire from how Megatron inspired him. After Sentinel's defeat and Megatron's fall the label Autobot remained only for those that chose not to follow Megatron.

Decepticons

Born from Megatron's galaxy wide famous speech titled "You Are Being Decieved" given after the first liberation of Tarn and before his capture and imprisonment in Kaon's Gladiator Pits it became the name and symbol of Megatron's most loyal supporters. At first just an in group under the greater Autobot movement composed of those directly reporting to Megatron after his rescue, it became harsher and more combative against others as friction between Optimus and Megatron began to become more frequent. Eventually when the breaking port was reached Megatron would declare the name Decpticon as the moniker of those who would truly reclaim the glory of the Cybertronian race in this galaxy.

Optimus Prime

Obviously still starts with the name Orion Pax. Cold Constructed shortly after Sentinel Prime coming to power Orion was part of what was called the Convoy batch of sparks all designated for tasks such as long haul transport of materials, those that remember him as Orion would find it ironic that in his human disguise when trapped on Earth so long after he decided to do the same work, as Sentinel was kicking production and mining into high gear with eyes on expansion. Naturally friendly and possessing a warmth that put off many of his overseers as "too alive" Orion would manage to make friends all across Cybertron with mechs Cild Constructed and forged alike. Some chief among those being the miner Megatron, illegally operating doctor Ratchet, and Iacon guard captain Ironhide.

It was the friendship with Ironhide and Ratchet that saved Orion's life as they got word about Sentinel having created a drone fleet to "phase out" the convoy as turned out their frequent interactions with other Cybertronians, and many such as Pax himself helping distribute the writings of one Megatron, was proving too have them become empathetic to the plight of the lower castes. Orion would flee into the still not expanded into wastes of Cybertron later learning that only two other of his batch mates survive. Those two becoming leaders of small resistance cells, Pyra Magna with her Rust Renegades and Ginrai with his Burning Justice, that would later fold into the greater Autobot cause. The three surviving Convoy would also, despite disagreements, would come to view themselves as true siblings.

While traveling the wastes; Orion's goal was to make it to Tarn where news of Megatron leading a revolt had spread hoping to link up with his old friend. Instead he was pulled by a sudden need to drive elsewhwre. He found himself finding some lost temple from Cybertron's past which inside contained the missing Matrix of Leadership. It joined with and transformed him the mech known as Orion Pax leaving that temple now as Optimus Prime. Finally arriving in Tarn Optimus would find many scattered and scarred rebels worried they'd be next since Megatron had been captured and sent to the Gladiator Pits of Kaon. Gathering these lost and in danger mechs Optimus swore he'd help them and find a way to save Megatron because "Freedom is the right of all sentient beings."

Megatron

Cold Constructed for mining near the tail end of Nova Prime's reign Megatron of Tarn was one of the few miners that actually survived until Sentinel Prime took over. During Nova Prime's time things were much more lax about what materials ended up in the workers hands since Nova believed the Comd Constructed were hardly above drones access to reading or viewable materials did no harm as they were unintelligent and naturalky docule. So that means by the time the transition began Megatron could actually be considered a very educated mech even if others wouldn't believe in the fact he was intelligent at all. Once Sentinel was in charge though he knew better about the Cold Consteucted's ability for intelligence, unfortunately he saw that as a threat and the greater number of Overseers that were said to be there to fix the problems of workplace safety also became harsh jailers with almost any kind of reading banned. As well Sentinel applied even stricter conditions on what knowledge new Cold Consteucted Cybertronians could have installed at initial activation.

Aware enough to be disgusted by this Megatron took action. First he began illegal schools in the mines. Teaching all new workers how to read beyond just the words on some signs around the mines, math, basic science, and anything else he could get materials for. These classes led many younger miners viewing Megatron as mentor like what all forged Cybertronains were allowed to have. Megatron also began writing and crunching numbers to release papers about how the use of a Cold Constructed, or later assigned under Functionist Endentured Servitude for younger Forged, work force and their mistreatment was both unethical and not even mathematically efficient. He'd have these writings distributed with the help of some mechs part of the Cold Constructed batch known as the Convoy and Forged Cybertronians who were already sympathetic.

Unfortunately he was eventually found out and in attempt to silence him one of his overseers began to beat Megatron brutally. Fearing for his own life Megatron reached out, grabbed a mining drill, and struck the Overseer with it killing them. This erupted into the entire mine starting an open revolt and before Megatron could process taking his first life he was standing on a balcony having taken the city of Tarn and giving his famous speech "You Are Being Decieved". For a time the restructuring of the city was going well but then in a surprise attack agents loyal to Sentinel Prime captured Megatron taking him away and began to try and retake the city.

Sentinel Prime was a mech bot astonishingly cruel and at time paradoxically sensible. The latter comes up in that he knew just killing Megatron now meant creating the type of martyr not seen since the begining of Nova Prime's own liberation of Cybertron, the former shined in his decision to try and remedy that by breaking the revolutionary. So Megatron was made prisoner in the Gladiator Pits of Kaon forced to fight for his life almost every day and the brutality required to do it shown to the planet in a bid to make his followers think he was nothing but a violent brute stripped of any intelligence or rhetoric. Unfortunately this ended up working against the Prime as not only did Megatron become popular as a gladiator but the Senator running the Pit Ratbat refused orders to actually later just pull the trigger and kill Megatron even having his 'son' Soundwave leak recordings of Megatron's fights in which he gave speeches upon winning. Of course Ratbat thought Megatron would never escape just wanting all the money this popular fighter was bringing him. So he wasn't counting on a combination of Soundwave's infatuation with the revolutionary plus hatred of Ratbat's treatment, the other the top gladiators the Combaticons becoming loyal to Megatron plus having rediscovered the lost power of combination, and Optimus Prime leading a strike force to save his friend all leading to his downfall.

Once rescued Megatron would become co-leader of the Autobots but by then a darkness had already been born that would come to almost engulf the mech's spark and quickly lead to the begining of the Autobot vs Decepticon war.

Ratchet

A bot that can truly be called an elder Ratchet had been serving as a medic for a large amount of Nova Prime's initial unification and when the new Cybertronian Governement was established Ratchet was provided his own hospital to run in Iacon. At first this was fine but then the medic learned about the Cold Constructed. Having no involvement in their creation he was also appaled when he did an independent investigation into the conditions they were under. He attempted to argue against the injustice of it all but by this point those that had fully entrenched themselves in the new political power structure of Cybertron had no reason to change how the tide was turning and Ratchet was "encouraged" to drop the subject.

Instead he went to ground and started illegally medically treating the Cold Constructed and any other bot that Nova, later Sentinel's, society was leaving behind. Many of the Cybertronians who served under Nova and didn't get involved in the government, plus a minority of politicians who were too afraid to actively speak out against the rest, respected Ratchet letting him get away and do what ever he wished to aid those that needed it.

Sentinel and those that he promoted were much less forgiving and the old mech found himself being turned away and in some cases attacked when trying to provide others with care. It started to seem hopeless but then Ratchet met a young Orion Pax and as time went on he began to see in him what Nova was like before the weight of his decisions and apathy let him compromise on the dream he had fir Cybertron. When Orion Pax returned on the scene as Optimus Prime, Ratchet decided this time he'd be working right along the new Prime and just maybe finally get the equal society where all can be treated well.

Sixshot

Throughout Cybertron's history there was organizations that seemed to possess abilities that went beyond what normal Cybertronian's should be capable of. The Six Clan of Cyber Ninja were one such group discovering techniques that not only let ones spark comfortably exist in a frame or alt mode it was not attuned to at creation but also increase the total number of forms one could become. Sixshot was the current leader of the clan when he revealed himself to the bit who would become Nova Prime. Seeing the Quintessons as an existential threat he broke the clans policy on neutrality and secrecy teaching the young leader how to have flight incorporated into his frame with a third mode to match, then actively fought to free Cybertron and unify it with Nova's forces.

When the conflict ended Sixshot took a majority of the Six Clan back into hiding at their monastery not having any interest in politic now that the threat had passed. Later when Sentinel took over he came not to recieve training but to challenge Sixshot for right to command him and his clan. Sentinel lost horribly and Sixshot scarred the Cybertronian leader stating to never try and find his clan again.

Years later though another would come to their door. This time a recently freed Megatron who had heard legend of the Six Clan from fellow gladiators. He chose to be humble and requested simply training for him and some of his men so they might better fight for their freedom. Sixshot after some negotiating agreed and trained many of these at the time Autobots. Some stand outs include Megatron actually managing to master four modes the three besides robot being a tank, heavy armored fighter jet, and a cannon; A newer recruit Soundwave learned the secrets of size shifting and stealth; Springer who was part of another group of rebellious working bots called the Wreckers became a triple changer; One of Optimis Prime's lieutenants Jazz learned the fighting styles and weapons of the cyber ninja but kept to a single alt mode type he was forged with; One final student of note was a fellow miner of Megatron's Lugnut who desired strength and the ability to fly because he was injured and unable to chase after "Glorious Megatron" when his leader had been abducted and taken to Kaon, while not able to mentally match the Cyber Ninja mentality at all he did succeed in his goals even adapting a cyber ninja fighting move into what he called a Punch Of Kill Everything.

Once these students were trained Sixshot wished them well and expected Cybertron to be back to peaceful so he could go back to looking after his clan in peaceful isolation. Instead later still Megatron returned again. This time not humble but like Sentinel before him demanding a challenge to command the Six Clan as part of his now independent Decepticon faction. Unlike Sentinel, Megatron could back up his talk and defeats Sixshot. From then on the Six Clan were sworn to the Decepticon cause whether they wished to be or not and became a deadly force in Megatron's new war against the Autobots.

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Starscream Holoform Avatar Concepts

Work in progress that i may or may not finish; in my story Starscream has two main versions of a Holo’ Av’ (Holoform Avatar) he uses, a human disguise and a mix of human/Cybertonian one because why not xD

i imagined his mech form looking way different, but alas, i still suck at drawing mech builds, so here we go.

[raileurta]

Yooo it's me again your about to learn why you shouldn't feed strays.

So how do think magnus is gonna react in the queen miko au? I know in my soul that everyone's gonna forget to explain the whole situation to him so the poor mech comes close to several spark attacks as he learns the insecticons are apparently allies now only after nearly shooting one, the insecticon queen as a matter of fact, and watches his soilders refer to said queen by what he can only assume is some strange nickname!

I find the idea of magnus being as polite and formal as possible with her and hell maybe even asking her advice on plans hilarious. Especially imagining him learning that she is in fact younger then even smokescreen and very new to her crown instead of at minimum his age like he assumed.

I won't and I will continue to feed you pspsps. I just kept feeding @canadian-pug-cartel hyperfixation and I later adopted him. If you're not careful you'll become another one of my children too.

Hmm Magnus? Yeah no one tells him a thing and when he finds out he just internally dies knowing he's been disrespecting a fellow leader. He's a lieutenant right ? So by logic Miko far outranks him. So he calls her ma'am and refers to Miko for important decisions. This throws everyone through a loop because yes technically she is a highly ranked individual but, but it's Miko. They all seen her fall down three flights of stairs multiple times and walked off like nothing happened. The Miko who is terrified of even the smallest spiders. So yeah everyone experiences extreme whiplash.

Miko doesn't like being called ma'am at first because it makes her feel old, but she doesn't mind so much when she realizes every time Magnus calls her that the autobots experience psychic damage. She loves the pained expressions they make and has like 50+ photos of their faces saved now on her phone. Ratchet's expressions are her personal favorite out of the bots. The pure salty anger on his face is just too funny to her. She even has a pic of one of his faces as the background to her phone.

He's just the perfect gentleman to Miko and it's amazing. Magnus gets angry all the time about everyone's informality with Miko and will go on tirades. Miko just sits back with some popcorn and enjoys the show.

Also Magnus doesn't know squat about humans so yeah he definitely thinks Miko is like in her thirties or at least an adult. When Magnus finds out she's actually a kid everyone expects him to be disappointed. But nope! He's even more impressed with her. "Despite being so young and having little life experience you already earned the title of queen plus demonstrating great battle knowledge. You'll be a powerful individual one day." Miko gets her "battle knowledge" from the Internet and just bullshits her way through a plan. It has an alarming amount of success to everyone's shock.

Ratchet often times considers just joining the decepticons to not have to deal with this madness anymore.