#bam - and you are a Cybertronian

[keferon]

Imagine a filler episode of Mecha AU where they found that magical lake from G1 that can change anyone's species.....

[sofieartz]

[ Transformers ]

It's always so nerve wracking for me, when i wanted to post an art about a new interest.

ON MY OWN ACCOUNT no less...

Anyway first attempt at drawing a Transformer, my very own design of Bee I made 2 months ago, and after those times I definitely can improve this, maybe one day soon.

[nerdcrawfish]

HEY UH.

You know how when you close your eyes you see black?? Um, TFs have glowing eyes--so would they actually see the lit up backs of their lids?

Or do the eye lights shut off when they close their optics lids like a refrigerator??

does it... does it click??

[dragqueenstarscream]

I am so happy that you acknowledge that TFA Bumblebee is an adult! I feel like the infantalizing is worse with Rumble and Frenzy, though. They are also canonically adults, but I see most of the fandom treat them like they're 10. Which sucks 'cause like, one of my favorite rare trios has become Frenzy and Rumble x Soundwave. The idea of Soundwave being topped by the tiny casseste twins is just 👌

the thing with bumblebee is just bonkers for me because we know what protoforms/juvenile cybertronians look like in the tfa universe, and bumblebee is clearly not that. also, he, bulkhead, and wasp all entered boot camp (which, the military is a very adult profession, mind you) at the same time, so they're most likely similar ages, yet neither of them get the infantilization bumblebee gets.

to me, bumblebee has always read like sari's college aged older brother. like yeah, he's an adult, but he's still learning how the adult world works. he has his driver's license and can vote, but doesn't know how to do his taxes yet.

i feel like this is a general problem with fandom, where people will see a short character and label them as a little kid, even when they're explicitly stated to be an adult. this isn't me trying to defend those weird fucks who go "um, ackshually, she's not a child, she's a 3000 year old yokai/dragon/goddess." i mean literally, take an adult and shrink them down, and bam! they get the child label. it's so stupid, and it makes me wonder if the people who make that argument have ever actually met a short person. they exist, y'all.

anyway.

sorry for railroading your ask in a different direction lmao. go get some, soundwave, you strange freaky bot

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Hello again! I would like to know if you can write mtmte rodimus, megatron and fort max headcanons with a s/o who is like medusa? She has a human body but her hair is snakes? The reader's power to turn someone into stone only works if the reader wants it, but does it work on Cybertronians too? Thank you in advance.

-Rodimus thinks they are so cool. He loves the way the snakes move, it's almost like looking at living fire. Gives all the snakes silly nicknames but keeps replacing them when he thinks of better (aka sillier) ones. He also comes up with his own personalities and convoluted backstories for them.

-Lowkey brags about how his s/o can turn anyone into stone (or solid metal when it comes to cybertronians).

-"Oh, you think your conjux is cool? Well, mine can kill you with a single gaze so let's just say I win there, alright?"

-Adds some kind of snake motif to his paint job. Maybe some of his flame decals turn into scales? He even adds a snake tattoo to his holoform avatar, right on the bicep so he can flex and be like 'bam!'.

-Fortress Maximus is honestly relieved. Having a regular human as a conjux would stress him out because humans are just so frail and defenseless compared to cybertronians but his s/o can actually defend herself if something happens. The knowledge makes it easier to recharge at night.

-Secretly thinks the snakes are really cute. Even their hissing is cute. Will carefully boop them.

-If his s/o have problem controlling their petrifying gaze then he will try and help them with it. He's not afraid of them accidentally turning him to solid metal, not only because he trusts him but also because if he did happen to die by their hand then he would not be mad.

-Megatron does not fear his s/o or their powers. He spent most of the war surrounded by mechs who had similar abilities and so he does not think much of it. As for their appearance, well, they already look mostly human and that in and of itself would initially weird him out but once he gets past that he doesn't even think twice about the snakes.

-He's just so normal about it. He doesn't treat his conjux like an oddity, like something to be gawked at. She's just... her. Another person, an individual with quirks and opinions. He will give her a the taste of a normal life, well, at least as normal as you can have when you're together with a former warlord.

-You know his little chest decals? Those whirly things? Yeah, he makes some slight changes so they look like snakes now. Is it cheesy? Yes. But he wants to be able to carry some of his s/o with him wherever he goes.

[greentrickster]

What if Tramsformers existed in the same universe as Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu (airplane got drunk and thought: yeah, cool space robots in a Xianxia setting. This is gonna be great. Thanks airplane).

Bingqiu and Moshang live long enough to (re)reach modern day and the autobots and Decepticons begin fighting on earth.

Luo Binghe sees this and decides love* can solve this conflict and immediately decides to matchmake Megatron and Optimus (along with several other bots and cons).

SQQ and SQH watch in fear and anticipation because with that Protagonist Halo of his he might actually succeed!

*well, live and sex (cmon it’s Binghe we’re taking about). The world runs on porn logic (again, thank you airplane bro) so it’s probably gonna happen. SQQ doesn’t wanna think about it. SQH does.

———

Anyway, silly little idea. Nice seeing you reappear on my dash, haven’t seen you since the SVSSS x Way of the Househusband crossover.

Ayeeeeeeee~ Cullen, been awhile! And dang, has it been that long? Frick, I think you missed an entire AU if that's the case!

Also, fun idea! It'd be doubly cool if the transformers all had a slightly xianxia cant to their designs in this version of events, sort of like those figures of Star Wars characters redesigned as samurai, but still recognizably themselves. That would be cool, and I personally prefer when xianxia and high fantasy settings 'modernize' into very distinct 'present day' settings that are still very noticeably different than our world when it comes to things like tech, fashion, and architecture. Personal preference, but also a chance to do some cool designs with the Cybertronians. Or-

-ooooooh~, no wait, entirely scrap needing to get to modern day at all! Just drop the Cybertronians bam in the center of the historically inaccurate xianxia setting! Because Airplane wouldn't freaking hesitate, so why should I?!? He was drunk, it was a silly-fun AU fanfic of his own work he did in his notes one night to Spark Joy, why bother having it happen in a 'modern' setting when he can just plop it in the current one, it's just a silly-fun idea to Spark Joy, it doesn't need any effort put into it! The Cybertronians, again, still have a more xianxia look to their root forms, and their alt forms look more like mythical beasts and creatures! Like, Optimus as a dragon, Megatron as a tiger (since the two are seen in combat more often than not), Starscream something along the lines of a phoenix (he flies and refuses to stay dead, I'm right), that sort of thing! Because it would be neat and look cool and Airplane agrees with me!

Personal preference would probably shift things to StarOP with Optimus and Megatron working things through and reclaiming their friendship, too (I'm sorry, no hate, it's just not my ship). Definitely gotta have Jazz/Soundwave, though, because I deem it Fun. I'd probably avoid sex between the Cybertronians, though, for two reasons:

Again, just not my cup of tea. I'm cool with robot sex, but I really, really like the bit of Transformers lore about Cybertron having hot spots that give birth to new sparks every now and then and that's where sparklings come from, it makes my anthropology minor go brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr at very high speeds!

More importantly, I think it'd be so, so much fun to have Binghe try and deal with a species that just... does not have sex. They respect your choices, but that's just not something they have any inclination or interest in doing, entire species of asexuals. And Binghe is trying to help them hook up while also having to revise his entire worldview in the process. Do you see it? Do you see my vision???

Shen Qingqiu is absolutely chugging vinegar over this entire situation, but he can't even get properly mad at Shang Qinghua, because even he didn't ever plan to include this in PIDW in any manner, it was just goofing around. Not to mention that not even Shen Yuan is immune to Cool Giant Xianxia Transformers.

Thanks for the ask!

[witchie-writings]

Alright bestie last one I SWEAR THIS TIME. I’m curious, what is Megatron’s human pet’s day to day life like? How do they get their food, water, do they bathe, do they have other clothes or do they just stay in the same ones? Where do they sleep, etc?

Took me a little bit to think about this one, but please, keep sending in more asks if you have any ideas for them! I enjoy writing about Transformers, even if I’m not too terribly active in the fandom at this moment (plus, Bayverse!Megatron deserves more attention, imo). Not proof-read.

When I think about the daily life of Bayverse!Megatron’s human pet, it isn't… awful, merely tolerable. When it comes to their living quarters, they take residency in Megatron's habsuite; perched upon a narrow bar of oxidized steel is their "room", haphazardly cobbled together using the remains of destroyed weaponry or deceased corpses of fallen cybertronian warriors; for comparison's sake, their resting chambers bare resemblance to a bird cage. Bed wise, it's likely whoever designed the prison didn't have a care for whatever stuffing the human!reader laid upon, so it's a combination of all sorts of shredded fabric or discarded wool. It isn't pristine either, it would have a noticeable odor that is quite putrid, but its softness was preferable over the unsanitary jagged edges of the floor. For where their "humble" abode is, the human!reader would reside in Megatron's habsuite. Far enough away to where the warlord has his own space, but close enough to his berth to where he could crush their feeble body should they attempt an escape.

The human!reader's food and water is, thankfully, covered, though I can't speak for the edibility of such nutrition. The food that would be fed to them would likely be whatever Megatron or the other Decepticons would deem "consumable without risk of immediate death", probably food scraps from the store that's about to turn rotten or maybe some other unorthodox stuff… I can't think of much here, so use your imagination. If the human!reader was particularly good, they'll maybe be rewarded with some "treats", think of fresh fruit or possibly even ice cream, but it isn't something they should grow accustomed to. For now, they'll be scraping off the bottom of the barrel. Water is okay, I guess. They'll just get a scrap bucket, fill it with whatever water is nearby, boil it to get rid of the nauseating parasites, then give it to the human. Easy!

This leads into the bathing situation. The human!reader gets a bath through one of two ways: their wounds are pretty severe and need to be cleaned or Megatron wants them to be presentable for their circus act. It's essentially the same way to get the water, as stated in the last bullet point, just the human would be picked up by their frail body and dunked into the bowl without a second thought. Better hope they can swim! Sadly, the human won't get any sense of privacy, as there will always be a Decepticon to monitor them to make sure they don't try to perform an escape attempt or to take their own life via drowning. 

Now, Megatron isn't one for dress up or looking "nice". Being a tyrannical dictator that's locked into a cataclysmic war doesn't allow such novelties, nor does having a barbaric mindset help either. But that doesn't mean he wants his pet to look absolutely appalling during their shows and acts - it takes the fun out of their humiliation. Likely he'll have a more fashionista Decepticon (cough) go out to hunt for a suitable attire for the human!reader's showing; pick a few that have hints of spice yet undeniable lure, bring them back to slap them onto the pet and bam. Perfect for the occasion! I can't say the outfit will come out unscathed however. More than likely it'll be another pile of scrap for the bed pile. Ah well. Besides that event, there is a high chance the human will be stuck in their same clothes, even if they're in dire need of cleaning. Maybe they could convince a Decepticon to go shopping for them… after all, there are a few who pity the poor doll.

And since you asked about the daily life of Megatron's pet… well, I imagine that there are a special few amongst the Decepticon cause that would be open, or at least semi-open, to having a discussion with the human. Megatron isn't always present, obviously, so despite having assigned a "pet sitter" to the human!reader, other Cons might have their curiosity peaked and take the opportunity to interact with the fleshling (much to the guardian's dismay… it's probably Barricade and he's sick of the sudden attention Megatron's pet is accumulating). Some aren't as cruel as others, offering some form of conversation, for their own benefit or out of good faith, who knows. Sometimes conversations could develop into hour-long talks about whatever bubbles within the mind, and it can be quite enjoyable for both the Con and the human - quite possibly a friendship blossoms. Which would always be cut short due to Megatron's arrival. Such a shame.

Being brought into this chaotic hellscape with nothing more than the clothes upon their skin, the human!reader, outside of their entertainment value and talks with a few of the Decepticons, would have to find a way to develop their own entertainment in order to not go insane. Sure, if Megatron was particularly generous one day, he'd throw the human!reader a bone and get them something as "idiotic and pointless" as a card or board game, but usually it's a mangled mess to where it was barely visible as a game anymore, so the human would have to put their noggin to work. Doesn't always want to function, but something is better than going out with a small whisper because of boredom.

[prima-after-dawn]

rip anon I'm dying like Cliffjumper

Any tips for writing in the TF fandom if this is okay to ask?

Sure, I can give you some general tips! I’ve been writing TF smut for a decade now and have read plenty of it, too, so here are some things that have helped me, as well as some things that turn me off to a fanfic and might be undesirable for other readers.

If you’re looking to improve the quality of your writing itself and not the content, study proper English (or your language of choice) writing! I studied how to correctly and formally write the English language for two years and it helped me improve immensely in spelling, grammar, sentence structure, punctuation, paragraphing, dialogue tagging, etc! I don’t remember what the book was that I studied with but it was pretty cheap. You can also find loads of videos on YT about how the English language works.

Read what you want to write, and read a lot of it! Bookmark your favorites! Studying other authors’ work will stir up your creative spirit, help you understand what natural and proper sentence structures look and feel like (and unnatural ones!), and potentially teach you more about the world you want to write in. For example:

Cybertronian terms! These are my favorite. Using Cybertronian terms in place of words attached to humans can deepen the reader’s immersion in the story when used well and consistently. Fanon differs slightly on what the Cybertronian terms should be for, most commonly with units of time. I just picked which ones sounded the best to me and ran with them. For some, “servo” might be the term they use instead of “hand” and others might use it in place of “arm.” With time units…it’s free game, really, just do whatever and define your time terms in your Author Note at the front of your fic! Using Cybertronian terms is especially good for smut, since we all know everyone hates the dreaded words…”penis” and “vagina.” Eugh! Replace those with “spike” and “valve” and bam! Sex is sexy again!

Tonight’s EASY tip is: Write down which continuity/continuities/alternate universe/crossover your fanfic is set in! This way, you’ll never forget and lore consistency will be much easier to execute!

[knightdgblue]

When you guys write tfa fics,

She is literally important to me.

I love her and want to see her be an actual character and not a foot note.

If you say “Earth’s not even in the equation”, then you’re a coward because she’s literally half Cybertronian and there are different types of aliens other than humans she can be part of. Like her origin is mysterious and its generally accepted that Megatron had something to do with it. The specifics are blurry at best, but somehow she was there in the secret lab only Professor Sumdac and Megatron had been in.

The reason she is even half human is because her protoform made contact with Professor Sumdac.

It’s his DNA that makes her human. Therefore, as long as someone or somebot makes contact with her protoform, she will be born.

Obviously Megatron wouldn’t randomly take a protoform with him to grab the allspark, why is she there?

What if, and it’s just a thought, what if she was a piece of his own protoform? What if she wasn’t complete until she made contact with the Allspark to stabilize her. (If the protoform took more of Professor Sumdac than it would usually take from somebot because he didn’t have a spark, then perhaps she needed a spark for some reason or another, as Megatron’s spark was with his body)

You get what I’m saying? This is kind of how I imagine how things went in my AU, that’s right I just made this all about my AU.

Optimus gave a piece of his spark to save her and she officially becomes a complete being and a Decepticon. Bam.

If “Earth’s not even in the equation”, then critical condition Megatron and Optimus spill each other’s energon and her protoform makes contact with both.

Like he goes on a mission to get the protoforms back and Megatron’s there and blah blah they fight and her pod opens as they try to grab it.

Or it wasn’t his mission, he and his team were fixing up a space warp and the crazy headed in their direction and got them involved.

Since it’s barbaric to harm obviously civilian individuals that had no part of the mission, the fight tries to avoid outsiders since it’s not necessary to hurt them. But a protoform pod gets into Optimus’ servos and just takes from both him and Megatron.

Little Sari wakes up and sees Optimus first and calls him her caregiver and Megatron is her mentor. She’s still tiny but that’s because she’s either a microbot or minibot. (She could be like an alien rumba)

What are your thoughts?

[0zzysaurus]

Oh my god did I ever talk about my father/son dynamic AU that I think G1 Wreck and TFA Wreck should have?

For this to work, you gotta adhere to my headcanon on the origins of the Junkion race, but essentially, as a quick introduction to what you need to know first — I hc that the entire planet is basically a Cybertronian war crime. Every single spark on that planet belonged to a bot who went “missing” during the first few waves of war on Cybertron. To link it to some of the TF book lore, the Junk planet only exists as a result of a failed Cybertronian space bridge project to dump a colossal amount of scrap waste into space — as a result, that space bridge became a convenient way to dump bodies of political prisoners without drawing too much attention. I also hc that the whole planet was basically embargoed and removed from maps for years and years until the events of ‘86 where it was rediscovered by accident and the planet eventually had to be acknowledged by the High Council. Awkward. I wonder if either side of the war will ever admit what they did. I sure hope that Cybertron doesn’t have any top secret documents detailing the entire dual-sided, long-term, systemic massacre against prisoners of conscience that, if released to the public, could start another catastrophic war. I’ll tell you about all that some other time.

For the Junkions themselves, all the damage from, well, the attempted murders have screwed up a lot of their processors, and those that were dumped with sober processors eventually had to replace those parts or offer functioning components to those who needed them more. They subsequently split up, shared, and lost fragments of their memories until they eventually Theseus’s Ship’d themselves into different bots. The spark is the only thing that remains. Most, if not all Junkions have little to no memory of what was done to them. It’s been so long that they’d much rather consider themselves native to planet Junk than dwell on frightening flashbacks or momentary flashes of lucidity in their processors.

I imagine that some bodies crash onto the planet in such a damaged state that you’ve essentially got a spark in a spark-chamber surrounded by shrapnel. The Junkions, of course, then take it upon themselves to hunt out sparks and build new frames for them so they can have more clanmates. This probably started as a very legitimate rescue protocol for recovering other survivors, but eventually, the practice became nothing more than an ingrained ritual. A lot of what they did for survival (I.e. extremely efficient repair, grouping together into large, cooperative tribes, and salvaging sparks) ended up becoming instinct over a few more millennia.

Does this mean every Junkion on the planet once had a totally different life on Cybertron with their own history, memories, and connection to the war? Yes. I’ll elaborate on that whenever I get around to it.

BUT, with all that cleared up, I think G1 Wreck-Gar gets a little broody watching TV and seeing sitcoms with families in them. He kind of likes the idea of having a smaller version of himself walking around who he can teach his culture to from the ground up and perhaps raise to be the next leader. The next time a body crashes into the planet, it’s while he’s out alone in the badlands. There’s another spark that needs housing, and he fixes up the frame the best he can, but the processor is absolutely fried. He remembers that he has a blank processor chip in his collection, and he’s been saving it for a moment like this. He swaps out the chips and starts to build up a frame that looks exactly like how he’d imagine his own “son” to look. He’d give it some of his features, like matching faceplate decals, but he wouldn’t make the new bot identical. He’d choose similar coloured scrap to his own frame, and perhaps even add a helm casing that reminded him of his favourite thing in the world — TV.

And BAM, you got a overly complicated father/son AU. He built his little boy outta garbage (just like he did with the rest of his kin) and he loves him sooooo much. Big Wreck and Little Wreck watchin’ telly together… out catchin’ distiller drakes in the dust bowl, stargazing, combat-training, and all the rest — I love the image of him helping TFA Wreck take his first steps in his new frame. BONUS POINTS if the sparks that inhabit both of their frames actually knew each other millions of years ago on Cybertron and the connection runs much deeper.

[keferon]

Ok so hear me out what if jazz dies inside prowl

What if it started with the whole shockwave thing and prowl stuck in the mecha base while jazz's inside him fighting Vortex and roddy with the help of deadlock

they are all distracted and stressed and neither prowl or jazz even notice

prowl is waiting for jazz to disconnect like the others after everything is done to go celebrate with the others but moments pass and nothing happens

So prowl calls jazz's name confused and notices how quiet he has become all of a sudden

But then prowl notices jazz's vitals and he also becomes quiet

Ratchet would probably notice the all friendly jazz not coming out to celebrate with the others and goes to prowl to call for jazz but notice prowl frozen in place and the look of horror on his face

Ratchet becomes concerned and calls for jazz again multipule times asking what's wrong, that end up shaking prowl at least of his frozen state

"Jazz.......his vitals.....they are gone"

Ratchet asks prowl what he means and prowl looking more distraught by the second would kneel down and open his chest compartment for ratchet who rushs to check on the kid and freezes once he notices the lack of pulse

Ratchet imediately calls for first aid to come help him and they drag jazz out to start cpr which was mostly out of pure despiration while prowl stares at jazz's unmoving body pretty much dissociating

He dosnt even notice it when they move jazz's body away from him he's just frozen there for who knows how long

Till he suddenly hears a weak voice that shocks him to his very spark

What am trying to get to is jazz's consciousness become stuck inside prowl for a while and prowl goes back to cybertron trying to look for any solution and they end uploading jazz's consciousness into a body with the help of wheeljack also probably percy n brainstorm aswell, brain is too deep fried rn to come up with all that yet tho

Now this is horrifying and I love it

I’m voting for letting Prowl be absolutely broken with grief at least a couple of hours before letting Jazz to talk to him. It would also let other Cybertronians a good dose of existential anxiety because they would look at Prowl and then at their humans and realise that this is what’s going to happen to all of them eventually.

….a bit unrelated thought but you know how like. In fanfics there’s this popular fanon of when two bots become Conjunx endura they join their sparks and their minds? Yeah. It looks like we are doing the same to our mecha JP but every step is severely angsty and dramatically weird.

Merging the sparks? Bam. Jazz now literally inside Prowl’s chest.

Merging minds? He is also inside Prowl’s head.

[swerving-off-topic]

What do ya think of Turbofoxes? like turbofoxes who were bred by cybertronians to be tamer not the feral/wild ones or the ones like the "pet"-

Look, I know some mechs don’t get the hype, but turbofoxes? Adorable. Fast, smart, absolute little menaces in the best way possible. The wild ones? Yeah, sure, they’ll steal your energon rations and probably laugh about it. But the domesticated ones? The ones bred to be tamer? Still little troublemakers, just with better manners(mostly).

Like, imagine this, you walk into my bar, sit down, and bam! There’s a turbofox curled up on the counter, watching your every move like it’s silently judging your life choices. Which, let’s be real, it probably is. But that’s part of the charm! They’re like tiny, spikey security systems with attitude.

And if you’re talking about the ones kept as actual pets? Even better. I’ve heard some mechs train them to fetch tools, deliver messages, or even help with repairs. That’s some next level turbofox innovation, and I respect it.

So yeah, 10/10, turbofoxes are top tier creatures. Would I own one? Absolutely. Would I regret it instantly when it starts stealing my tools? Also absolutely. I’d probably name it something like Mayhem or Gex��� imagine how funny it would be if I named it Magnus!

[skylarkking]

You did a good job with the Smokey art! (A lot better than me)

Anyway... What do you think about Smokescreen pumped full of Predacon pups?

Hnnnh sparked Smokey would be se cuuuuute!!!

But anyway

I'm gonna use this ask as my gateway to explain how I think Cybertronian reproduction works (because I love infodumping)

Infodump starts under cut

To start, I acknowledge that technically Cybertronian reproduction is very bland and not discussed much in the continuities because, let's face the facts for a sec.

Hasbro wants to sell toys to kids

Now, with that in mind, we aren't going to ignore the comics or continuity cannon explanations for how they reproduce. From my limited research the most general acceptance is that the reproduce through budding like ameobas

Pretty horrific but the science behind it is that if a bot gets enough electricity shocked through it it's protoform splits an bam! You got another Cybertronian.

And yes yes I know about cold construction and hot spots, but this is apparently THE cannon way they reproduce.

Anyway

I theorize that this method of reproduction does work, but is extremely harsh on the bots body.

Hence where my idea comes into play.

Spark bonding between two bots is more than just a means to form connection, it also produces enough electricity to create what I call an after spark, in essence a new life source. This life source however doesn't have enough charge to grow on its own, so it will go to the bet best suited to "carry" the new lifeform (hence the term 'sparked').

It resides in the "carrier's" spark camber for a bit, gathering charge and growing in strength.

When a bot is "sparked" they will have this tiny "sparkling" for a while until it grows enough to move down to the gestation chamber that's where the "sticky" interface comes to play ;)

The naughty fun times provide the now developing sparkling with transfluid which in turn builds the protoform. It has to have a LOT of it to properly develope as it is using the energy from the charge built during the sticky interface to keep itself alive AND the fluid builds the body. Once the sparkling is ready it comes out of the bot just like in the movie Alien. Because it's science fiction okay?

Anyway.

Thankyou for coming to my TED Talk.

[Questions? Intrusive thoughts? Drop em in my ask box!]

[maltobots-roll-out]

hey, twitch! who's your favorite cybertronian outside of the terrans?

I-

uh......

um.............

oooooh why would you make me choose!? i mean- Megatron is soso cool because we fly together!! i'm his little bird!! but Optimus is also really cool- especially when he fights!! his axe goes bwoosh and then BAM he blasts you when you're not expecting it and it's so cool!! and- Elita is just- so, so awesome!!! HT stole her rollerwheel idea from her and just- ooohhhhh she's so cool!!! and Wheeljack!!! dad2!!!!! he's so SO SMART and it's so cool to watch him invent stuff and work on things even if Nightshade is much better at understanding him!! and then Bee is... ohh he's so cool to live with!!! he's all strong and snarky but if one of us gets hurt he's so careful not to hurt us and he takes us back to where we're safe!! and he's just- careful in general!!! he's so cool and we've all agreed that he's also a Malto, even if he pretends he isn't ^^!! just- ohh.... if i had to choose it's between Megatron, Wheeljack, or Bee! but don't tell anyone else I said that, I don't want to cause trouble between everyone!!

[t0paz616]

Okay! Here is the first part of the story! If you're interested in reading more, leave a comment saying so, please! This is among my first forays into fic writing, so feedback and advice will be much appreciated, so long as it is constructive.

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Miko snuck out on a mission again, taking the Apex Armor with her. Safety first, right? She had been using it a lot more lately, and it had been responding to her presence a bit faster than it used to. Almost as if it liked her.

She, Bulkhead, and Wheeljack were hot off the mission. Bulkhead weakly scolded her for coming along, while Wheeljack was praising her guts and ambition.

"Not bad, kid! You took down a whole lotta Vehicons out there," he comments, grinning.

"Yeah!! It was so cool!! I was like WHAM BAM and that one at the front with those new grenades the Decepticons have just collapsed like it was made of paper or something and then I ducked down and ran forward and BOOSH I got those two with my arms and--" Miko's excited spiel was cut off by angry stomping coming in their direction.

Ratchet.

"Miko! Again?! How many times have I told you to stop taking the Apex Armor for your little adventures?! That is a priceless, ancient artifact of Cybertronian culture we know almost nothing about!"

Miko bristled inside the armor. "It's not like it's getting used very much! I'm doing something useful with it instead of just letting it rust in a vault!"

The medic scoffed. "It's still not yours. Now get. Out."

Miko's angry posture quivered for a few seconds more, then her shoulders sank defeatedly. She knew Ratchet would keep pushing. "Fine."

The teenager turned her attention to the controls that had swallowed her arms. It was odd that they had shown up for her, as anyone else using it would be much larger than her and could control the limbs with their own. It was also odd that the Apex Armor was even able to recognize her presence in the first place.

When she had first jumped on top of it in the middle of the fight with Starscream, she half expected it to do absolutely nothing to protect her. But it had encased her in plates of thick, strong metal, surrounding her legs, arms, and individual fingers and giving Miko total control over the titan that transformed out of the dense shape.

Inside of each of the four controls there was a subtle button that controlled a lock on the outside, allowing her to leave at will. She shifted her pointer finger inside the metal "glove" to tap the button.

Nothing happened. Miko's brow creased. She tried the other three controls. Still no reaction. She tried again, frantic.

"Hey, Miko! Come on out of there, the monster truck show you like is coming on!" Bulkhead beckoned to her from over near the TV, smiling.

She opened her mouth. "Gimme a minute, Bulk, I'm having a little trouble getting out." More taps at the button, more and more, dozens of times yielding no results. What was going on?!

"Ratchet, I need help!" Miko cried, panicked. "It's not letting me out!"

He turned his head towards her. “What?! What do you mean it won’t let you out?!”

The teenager scoffed. “You heard me right the first time, Ratchet! I can’t get out.” 

He grabbed one of his tools and walked over to her.

“Can you retract the visor?” He questioned. The medic lifted his tool. It was a glorified colonoscopy scope, just a camera attached to a long, flexible wire. “Let me look, I don't entirely believe you.”

Miko nudged her head to the side, depressing the button for the transparent visor. It slid down, and she breathed a small sigh of relief.

In the background, Bulkhead frowned, got up, and left the room.

Ratchet stuck the camera straight in her face. “Hey!!” Miko yelped. She shuddered as the camera then slid down her chest and down into the cavity around her body. Ratchet’s face was still with concentration as he stared intently at the computer monitor. 

The controls were larger around her limbs than they used to be. They looked to be more than doubled in thickness from the original single layer of metal and wires. 

Ratchet made a ‘hmm’ sound. “Try the button again, Miko.”

She pressed the release button yet again. On the monitor, metal shifted, and the two of them perked up. As they watched, though, it quickly became apparent that the button was still not working, and the shuffling metal was in fact two more layers building up around her. The Apex Armor was not letting her go.

Ratchet swore quietly. “I’m going to go get Optimus, see if he has any insight on the situation.”

“Already done, Ratchet!” Bulkhead had returned, with Optimus following behind him.

Miko and Ratchet turned to face the new arrival. Ratchet pulled the camera out of the Armor, and the trapped girl put the visor back up with a snap.

The Prime came up to the computer monitor. “May I see the playback of the footage?”

“Of course,” replied Ratchet. He pressed a button, and the view of what the three of them, counting the camera, had seen.

Optimus watched passively, his eyebrows contracted slightly, through the first part of the footage, and his frown deepened as the Armor’s utter refusal to let go was made clear to him.

Ratchet stepped close to him. “I was wondering, since we know almost nothing about this relic, do you think any of the Thirteen might know something?”

The Prime stood straighter. “An excellent idea, old friend. I will consult the Matrix.” He turned to leave. He stopped. “Oh, Miko… It may be a while before I am able to get any answers. I advise you to take a seat and watch your show.”

Miko stared blankly. She sat.

(Part 1 of ?)

i had a thought

what if the apex armor just...

didn't let Miko go?

here is my Miko design for that scenario! i've come up with a whole story for it and everything.

[witchofthesouls]

(Ahh, a short thing after Blueberry is born. Enjoy.)

You’re damn sure how it happened, but you’re not sure how it happened.

And that question has been haunting you since the initial surprise of “Bam! You got a metallic bun in the oven!”

You stare at the newborn cradled in some sort of nursery pod, and you’re not sure what you expected, but hey, it’s yours and Prowl’s. They look more like an actual Cybertronian after their protoform settled rather than a techno-organic abomination worthy of a horror sci-fi film, which is a good omen.

Hopefully.

Trophon had cleaned up the little guy and some more distinct features popped up. You could see a pair of tiny nubs on their back and a bitty crest on their forehead and maybe it’s the drugs but you can definitely see an annoyed scowl on his face, optics still shuttered, and little hands clutching the mat.

Forget “chip off the old block,” it’s an adorable, rounded mini-Prowl in grey tones. Frown and all. You’re definitely getting that donut pillow now.

The door to the private room then slides open and Prowl walks in, hands full with Energon, datapads, and a duffel bag.

Your mouth moves before your brain could stop it, “Prowl! I’m gonna get you a donut pillow, Prowl. Glazed. You’re a glazed man. Mech. Mech-man. Mechanical. Mechanismmmm.” Suddenly you're staring at the ceiling, energy gone as you rest in the pillows. Exhausted, sweaty, and full of drugs. You speak to the orange vent. “Gonna get it for Mini, too. Blueberry with frosting and sprinkles. Cute donut for cute baby.”

Prowl isn’t fazed by this at all. He takes the seat next to the bed, and you roll your head to look at him and the cradle-pod thing. There’s a twitch to his lips, a not quite smile but it’s a sign of contentment in Prowl-speak. He comments, “I’m partial to aluminum flakes.” 

“ Oh, I was thinkin' abou' cop-per. That’s zah good donu-ahh....” You slur, trailing off, eyes heavy. You can feel Prowl patting your hand, telling you to sleep it off. There’s the soft twinkle of a datapad turning on, the soft beeps of the newspark’s readouts, and you vaguely hear the door chime going off as Trophon, the medic you found for the carriage, speaks with Prowl. The words unintelligible, your mind is too far gone to pick out the Neocybex, but it didn't sound worrisome. No prickle of distress rolling over your skin. Just cool air and Prowl's warm servo...

You knock out.