#bitlit is here

[remixofpraxus]

A hint of embarrassment leaks into her field because she did not in fact notice.

"From carrier, he was Upper-caste. I'm not completely fluent but I can hold small conversations. He spoke it often enough that I just taught myself, he had to stop cursing that way." She chuckles a bit before continuing.

"I wasn't sure if it was safe to speak it here. It's not common to speak it in my original universe either and most that did recognize it did not have fond memories of the people associated with the dialect. I tried to avoid using it here and there but that and the Praxian dialact are like second nature to me."

"Everyone has the right to be who they want to be and love who they want to love," Soundwave agrees. "So...you feel better now, about the possibility that you might find someone you'll be able to keep?"

That had been their original topic of conversation, after all.

[1w1wbigher06fan]

Sam Witwicky/ Rodimus Prime MegaOP fan kid AU

@skeletonsgeorg whoops I did a thing lol

World on Fire: prolog 

Optimus woke with a start. 

It was a  few hours ago his birthing protocols had online, and the next following hours were some of the most painful of his entire existence. 

He’s heard of both the absolute awe inspiring and also dread inducing moments that come with emergence of new life and the risks of it. 

The prime went to sit himself up a little, only to feel a pair of familiar but gentle calloused servos on his shoulder. “ Eeep ep ep you need to rest. You nearly went into spark arrest after you safely delivered your’s and Megatron’s son.”Ratchet smiled proudly as he ex vented relieved his old friend was alive.

Weak but alive. Optimus could feel his vocal processors were strained from the sheer amount of screaming that resulted from feeling his insides being stretched and ripped apart.  So he was grateful for not having to move at all. “ Where’s—-“ Optimus switched over to his comm link or save his vocals as he scanned the room and his spark softened. 

Sitting in a corner of the medical bay on a spare berth Megatron was softly staring down at the tiny bundled up sparkling in his arms who was squirming and according to the tiny chirps he was rather unhappy of being evicted from the warmth and cozy comfort of his carrier’s gestation tank. The red optics softly tracing the details and shape of his newborn and committing it to memory and wide in awe at his son as he observed the tiny mechling.

And to Megatron’s optics, he was absolutely perfection. The sparkling’s optics, his left one blue and his right optic red, blinking rapidly as he struggled to stay awake and the bitlit yawned to reveal, much to Megatron’s delight, tow rather sharp fangs. Looking up from his admiration he smiled broadly, toothy, and proudly. His frame was a warframe was his and there hints the little one could be a triple changer. His frame color was mainly red, the exposed protocol under thin plating was orange and there hints of silver on the edges of his armor panels.

He was absolutely gorgeous.

“ You have your sires grip Rodimus,” Megatron purred proudly as he felt the little one wrap a tiny hand around his digit. Optimus arched an optic ridge as he heard the name. “ Yes the name sounds familiar as I heard it from legends and  he was a knight of one of the Primes. Thought it would be a fitting name for the child of the Champion of Kaon, former warlord and the Prime of Iacon.” Megatron puffs his chest out as he gingerly gets up and walks quietly as his massive frame allowed it present their son to his mate. 

:: Rest beloved, you did so well bringing him into the world.:: Megatron sent pulses of love through their bond.

“ Rodimus” Optimus lets the name rolling off his glossa as he beams a radiant smile before he can feel sleep coming around again. “ I’m here,” Megatron reassured his mate as Ratchet brought the other berth next to Optimus so Megatron could be close to his beloved, the Prime resting his head against the warlord’s shoulder drifting into recharge as Ratchrt shooed away curious visitors who peaked around the door wide eyed both human and bot.

[that-glitter-chick]

Day three of Skystar Week! Prompt: Miracle, song: Baby Mine from Disney’s Dumbo.

Ficlit: Wings of Hope

Starscream was trembling.

Not with anticipation of conquest and victory, nor with fear for his very life. No, for once in all his vorns Starscream, dispossed prince of Vos, top of his class at the Iacon Science Academy, ex-commander of the Decepticon Armada and surprisingly devoted family mech, was trembling with joy.

Pure, unadulterated, undeniable joy.

“Beloved?” Skyfire whispered, tilting his helm from where it had been resting on his Conjunx shoulder kibble. “You’re weeping.” The forging had been very easy for the large ex-Autobot soldier, given how their Sparkling was more akin to its Sire in size.

“She’s just so beautiful…” the Seeker managed to sob, gazing down at the tiny new life cradled in his servos.

“Uh, guys… I’d hate to break up your alone time with your brand new Bitlit, but if we don’t let Updraft meet his cousin soon, I’m afraid he’s going to break down the door.” Thundercracker chuckled through the comm-link on the far wall of the medical bay.

Starscream snorted a laugh of his own and hit a button on the recharge birth they were currently cuddling on. “Alright you lot, get in here and meet the latest member of our unit.”

Updraft came charging in like a possessed Predacon and practically leapt onto the bed, only just barely resisting activating his thrusters in his eagerness.

“Carefully now, little Mech.” Skyfire’s engine purred as he caught their nephew and gently held him to his side. Close enough to see but not touch, at least not until he calmed down some. “Zephyr is brand new, we must be careful how we handle her.”

“She’s so tiny!” The Sparkling exvented in perfect awe. He looked up into his uncle’s crimson optics “Was I ever that small?”

“We all were at one point, Sweetspark.” Novastorm enlightened her son.

“So when are you two going to have one of these?” Starscream smirked at Skywarp and Windblade. He had to bite his lip to keep from barking a laugh as his youngest brother gulped visibly and his sister-in-bond looked horrorstricken.

“No way!” The purple Mech and his crimson Femme blurted in unison.

Little Zephyr wailed, letting her family unit know in no uncertain terms that the latest “Princess” of the Royal family of Vos, did not appreciate her nap time being interrupted.

[valvesandthings]

Preceptor x Reader Breeding Kink

Four.

That’s how many overloads he’d drawn out of you. Perceptor was a mech of science and there rarely existed a moment in which he wasn’t observing, manipulating, and collecting data. And yes, that absolutely included fragging. He utilized every readily accessible tool —servos, mouth, toys, restraints— to tease you to the brink and, after hovering on the precipice for an agonizing moment, push you over the edge.

But tonight was different. There was more to it than Perceptor’s usual game of cause and effect. You were now five overloads in and he hadn’t even opened his panels. He watched you with carnal hunger, but seemed to be reeling himself in, holding something back. His optics whited out for a second while he took a picture of you with your legs spread and limp on the berth, valve swollen and anterior node throbbing, spike arcing into the air, smeared with oral fluids and your own transfluid. You were a mess for sure but he ate it up, quite literally at times.

You tilted your hips and whined, attempting to entice him. “Percy,” you moaned.

He was above you in a flash, capturing your mouth with his, demanding your glossa and effectively muting you. Whining was one of his few weaknesses. When he pulled away he left a parting nibble on your bottom lip.

“Yes, love?” he asked, voice thick with tightly restrained arousal.

“I need you.” You stretched the words into another low whine. Hopefully that would convince him to finally give in and properly frag you.

Perceptor set back on his heels, straddling your waist, too high up your frame to offer any pleasurable friction. “I have a request,” he said, slipping into his clinical science-man voice. Masking his nerves with the detached tone.

You ghosted a servo over gray hips. “Anything, baby. I’d do anything for you.” After everything he sacrificed to help the Autobots, what was one kinky moment? Perceptor worked day and night to further his own knowledge and therein aid his faction in the war against the Decepticons. He was a quiet, devoted, noble mech who never quite got the recognition he deserved. You intended to give him everything and anything he could possibly ask for.

He swallowed hard. “Would you consent to being the subject in a highly intrapersonal and physiologically intensive experiment? With me, of course.”

That sounded awfully vague. “And what exactly is the purpose of this experiment?” you asked, playing coy to stretch the moment.

“To test the function of a long dormant coding in our frames and determine whether or not said coding is a feasible form of survival for our dwindling species.” He didn’t even blink.

You paused, thinking you knew where he was headed with this. “On Earth?”

He tilted his helm slightly to the side. “I have considered all variables. Here and now is no less ideal than if we were to wait. If you do not consent—”

“With you, I’d do anything. I mean it, Percy.” You remained steadfast in tone even though your spark fluttered anxiously.

Perceptor smiled and leaned forward to kiss you again. As he drew back, he whispered, “Then spark me. Fill me with your bitlits.”

Your hips twitched just at the thought. A Percy so full with fluids he could barely walk, then growing round with sparklings of your own siring. . . “Oh Primus,” you moaned.

“Is that your consent?”

“Yes, Percy, a thousand yeses!”

He smiled again and finally revealed himself. Transfluid spilled out of his plump valve in an absurd amount, like it’d been building up for days behind those enticing red lips. His spike was no better off, both engorged and twitching, blushed blue with excess energeron. Blinking blue biolights lit a path from the tip of his spike to his gray exterior node and you longed to follow it with your glossa. He ground back on the curve of your spike and you both hissed at the lovely bit of friction.

“And,” Perceptor groaned out, “in turn, you will —ah— receive enough reproductive fluids to potentially produce a healthy batch of sparklings.” His excitement meant that his processor was struggling to filter and speak “normal.” Science was his default. As he finally, finally caught the tip of your spike with his valve rim, what he said set in.

“We won’t let a drop of fluid go to waste, baby,” you vowed.

He slammed down on your spike, that carnality unleashed at last. It had a one track mind now, and later Perceptor would deem this a successful experiment in his notes.

[transingthoseformers]

Hook showing up to Megatron's quarters to find Thundercracker siting on the berth with his face in his palms, Skywarp chattering excitedly about bitlits, and Starscream arguing with Soundwave over Shockwave tightening the belt because they need the energon here more for the duration of the carying cycle. Starscream just points to the washracks when Hook walks in.

Hook walks in and offers comiseration over Megatron sparking the elite trine and one of Mixmaster's hangover cures. Megatron looks at him bleary-eyed and asks if it's safe for a sparked mech. "Wait! You didn't spark Screamer, Warp, and TC?! One of them sparked you?! With your frame specs it shouldn't be possible for one of them to spark you! What did you do spark merge with all of them and fall into recharge that way?!"

Megatron growls, "Lower your voice Hook, before I rip out your vocalizer." At the same time the disgustingly chipper and unhungover Skywarp pipes in, "Yep!"

The rest of the Structies hear the exchange through the gestalt bond and immediately start planing how to build sparkling suplies and furniture.

Ohhh TC. Thundercracker.

Again Starscream making smart decisions, and the hilarious idea of Shockwave just metaphorically shrinking in on himself audials pinned back because damn is Starscream making this point harshly.

Sdjdhdhs on Hook assuming Megs got all three of them pregnant instead of the other way around, assumptions assumptions Hook. "With your frame specs it shouldn't be possible for one of them to spark you!" hmm. Interesting, but I can see how this went around that.

Careful Hook he means it

Sdfghjjj Skywarp you snitch

It's only been a day and they're already driving each other into a frenzy

[talesofsonicasura]

Hybrids: Cybertronian

A ramble stirred from insomnia, curiosity and a thought that has been stuck in my head for DAYS. If the title wasn't a clue then it's about potential hybrids involving our favorite extraterrestrial robots from the Transformers franchise. This will include possible creation methods outside the stereotypical pregnancy as I prefer variety and some people are uncomfortable about it too.

For who is chosen, basically any non-humans mentioned from posts here or my main blog. Posts in question: FEOCP, Glamorous Mishaps. Let's begin.

Deku Scrub

Let's start with a LoZ race rarely utilized as an civilization, much less expanded on in concept than just the normal enemy stereotype. A creation of a hybrid would be a Spark energy charged seed or Cybertronian metal engulf in magically charged Deku leaves. These options stemming from Deku Scrubs being plant like beings.

Both seedlings are can planted underground or put in an incubator. Like plants, they develop quite quickly if given enough sunlight and water. The Sparkling will emerge from a fully grown Deku Flower. It serves a tool for protection passed down by their botanical parent.

The youngling can use these flowers as a bunker to avoid harm until they're fully grown. Deku Flowers from hybrids are VERY durable, non-flammable, and still able to grow even when it's respective bitlit had matured. It's an uncommon tradition that these flora are handed down through generations or given to a potential sparkmate as part of a Conjunx ritual.

Hybrids mature at a similar rate to humans but can live for a very very VERY long time. No matter the frame type, they tend to reach staggering sizes thanks to their symbiotic halves. How big? Those with a Minicon parent can disguise themselves as a medium sized tree while a cityformer can mimic an entire large forest!

Every Deku Cybertronian hybrid are half plant and machine with both sides in a symbiotic relationship. They can consist of a normal Transformer diet or choose to nourish themselves via photosynthesis plus water. Hybrids are most likely to be born with chlorokinesis(ability to control plants), magic potential, and on rare occasions both.

Deku Cybertronian can disguise themselves as plants with the usual option being trees or large flora such as bushes. Although they're often mistaken for botanical cryptids like dryads. It's advised to be nice to nature unless you want to piss off these particular hybrids.

When it comes to their EM fields, many describe as being around nature. These feelings can range from frolicking in a peaceful meadow to getting destroyed by a tornado. Even non-Cybertronian races such as humans can feel it!

Yaoguai

Next up are a species that originate from Chinese mythology. A hybrid can be created through various means but the most common is the charm method. Objects charged with their respective parents energy that 'hatch' over time or an immediate creation of a newspark.

Charms can come in different forms but must contain an element from both creators. Yaoguai Cybertronian hybrids tend to be Triple Changers with a beast form and beast like traits that varies depending on their supernatural parent. These include: rabbits, eastern dragons, Qilin(chimeric/draconic horse), skeleton, spider, ogre, etc. For traits: scales, fur, feathers, etc.

Hybrids tend to be born with an orientation towards magic. This can range into any branch of the mystical arts that becomes noticeable as Sparklings mature. A hybrid might be born with element manipulation specifically water, fire, metal, earth or wind depending on the yaoguai parent.

Yaoguai Cybertronian mature at different rates between individuals. Some are on the same level as humans or take 50-100 years. The maturation factor is random.

Hybrids can subsist on a Cybertronian diet, their yaoguai parent's diet or even human food. Caution is advised if the other half comes from vampiric/cannibalistic species like jiangshi. Food therapy is required for these particular hybrids to avoid endangering others through hunger.

Yaoguai Cybertronians can live for a very long time with spirit types being ageless. They share their supernatural parent's weakness but it's only half effective no matter the species. A harmonious heritage that embodies the mystical and mechanical.

Yaoguai Cybertronian's EM field tend to be quite mixed but also share a magic like feel. How these are read by others depend on the element one possesses. Fire= warm to burning, Water= cool to drenched/freezing, wind= breeze to a intense storm, metal= firm to crushingly heavy, and earth = gentle to an seismic quake.

Data Virus

Moving from magic to technological here. Hybrids are born through a 'cobble', a mesh between Cybertronian metal and virus coding. A newspark develops in a special incubator that steadily feeds data into the cobble.

This is to protect anything technological without virus protection from having their systems crashed. Up to 3-6 Sparklings emerge between 1-2 weeks depending on how much data is fed into the cobble. These hybrids are kept in a special containment for a few days as their corruptive nature needs time to stabilize.

Newsparks can't crash their respective Cybertronian parent. An adaptation said to be crafted during incubation inside the cobble. Some hybrids bear various visible features or traits depending on their virus parent.

Virus Cybertronian are born with different levels of datakinesis and data corruption. It's vital to have powerful debugging programs alongside virus protection to properly handle young hybrids. Maturation for the species is 20-25 years. This is due to the virus carefully developing, refining and melding the mechanical half to increase survival.

Hybrids are essentially ageless but quite mellow with those around them. Virus Cybertronians can travel through data networks and often make temporary homes during long travels. If one is staying in your computer then show common courtesy as they feed on errors or other viruses.

Hybrids can live on a Cybertronian diet but usually prefer harmful data. Unique Triple Changers that are able to create their own secondary alt mode. These special modes always suit a Virus Cybertronian's being as a whole. When it comes to imagination, these hybrids go beyond.

EM fields from these Virus Cybertronians can be described as intense. Any shared with non-hybrids or respective family are water down a bit. This is because their EM fields are strong enough to make the receiver have constant errors to even a temporary system reboot! Yikes!

And that's it for now! Until next time folks, Transform and Roll Out!

[sd-vtm]

any plans for the future?

"..F-Future? Look pal, I'm still trying to just get to Friday here..I..I don't know what I want.."

She had silly fantasies of running away with N for a while there, she did want kids someday too. Although, that idea just seems further and further these days.

Who would want a bitlit with her anyways?

V knew her body was tainted as it was. New parts or not.. her core still felt rotten.

A sigh, man, now her head just hurts.

[ghostlyvisage]

✎ pretty please 💕

Meme/Open

ℜ𝔲𝔫𝔤,

ℑ 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡, ���𝔲𝔱 ℑ 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔞 𝔣𝔢𝔴 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔢𝔵𝔱𝔯𝔞 𝔮𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔷 𝔠𝔩𝔦𝔭𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔡. ℑ 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔡𝔬 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔦𝔱. ℑ 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔞𝔣𝔢 𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔩𝔦𝔱. ℑ 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔶 𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱 𝔧𝔬𝔟 ℑ 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 ℑ 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔴 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢. ℑ'𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯 𝔪𝔶 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔬 𝔦𝔱 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔰. ℑ𝔱'𝔰 𝔰𝔞𝔣𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔱, 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔴𝔞𝔶. 𝔐𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔪 𝔫𝔲𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰, 𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔟 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 ℑ 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨.

-𝔊𝔖

((Without the font is under the cut))

Rung,

I hope you don't mind, but I did take a few of those extra quartz clippings you had. I will use them, and I do have someone who I think would appreciate it. I did bring some sweets over, and they are sparkling safe if you wanted to give some to your bitlit. I hope you don't mind, but after my next job I hope I could borrow one of the rooms in the temple. I'll need to repair my ship, and I hope I can do it on temple grounds. It's safer here than in a space port, anyway. My com number is on the other side of this, if you would like me to grab anything for you or the temple before I get back.

-GS

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[ultracreativelywritten]

Tfa yandere megatron with sparkling starscream

“Sh...Sh… My sweet little sparkling, why don’t you go to sleep~” Megatron gently patted Starscream’s back as he rocked the sparkling back and forth. Starscream had been wailing his helm off since he returned to the warlord’s care.

“Lord Megatron, may I suggest that we bring Optimus Prime here.”

“JUST TO SHUT THE BITLIT UP!”

“Maybe we can bring the yellow one as well! He’s so cute~”

“We do not need Prime or any of his pathetic Autobots, Starscream just needs to get used to the caves~” Starscream seemed to wail louder at that fact.

“Sir, please we need Prime to calm him down!”

“NO, WE DO NOT” Megatron’s booming voice almost drowned out Starscream’s crying.

“Of course, my lord.”

[lostsparklingsiblings]

Sneaky sparkling

A drabble I’ve been sitting on for forever because I’m a shy bean who hates sharing my work.

Thunderclash looked around, he was sure Cherrybomb had just been there a second ago. The small red sparkling had disappeared in the time it took him to turn around. He wandered the room, taking care not to step on anything that the sparkling may be hiding under. A small giggle came from the mess of toys piled in the corner. He sighed his bonded and sparking had the same mentality when it came to cleaning, throw everything out of sight at it was fine. Thunderclash walked over to the pile

"Now where could that little bitlit of mine wander off to?" He mused aloud, his words were followed by more giggles, he could make out the top of her red helm in the pile, a blue optic met his before she ducked out of sight. "She's obviously not here, oh well I guess she'll miss out on the cookies we were going to make" there was movement in the pile and Cherrybomb tumbled out

"Cookies?!" She stared at him excitedly "really?" Thunderclash smiled and scooped her off the ground

"Yeah as soon as Rodimus gets back" he promised her. His bonded was already late returning.

[cannons-and-swords]

From this ask

Megatron sat on the hard berth of his cell. The little bitlit given to him randomly cradled in one arm. 

Who would trust him with such a small Cybertronian?

The though consumed his processor. He had ruled out Autobots long ago. Though foolish, they would never endanger a sparkling like this. Having the sparkling recharging soundly in the crook his arm brought back memories long buried memories of another sparkling during the war. Megatron leaned back, slowly so the sparkling didn’t wake. 

What was he going to do now? He knew he couldn’t tell the guards about the bitlit. They couldn’t be trusted but there had to be someone who could take the sparkling before anyone else found out about her. Maybe they would know who her creators where and reunite them. 

More likely her creators where dead but Megatron couldn’t raise her. Not here in prison, that would no doubt lead her to an even worse life then he lead growing up in the mines. No, if this sparkling had any chance of living a normal life, she had to be taken away from him. If nothing else then for her own safety, being close to him always lead to disaster.

[restitutiopax]

    “Just gonna be honest here...”

    “Soundwave would probably be a better carrier for a Decepticon Princess.”

     “He seemed like the sort of creature who would enjoy being a Carrier to Megatron’s bitlits, with a higher capacity for datastorage and a longer reach. Long arms seem like they’d be great for dealing with Sparklings.”

[agitatedwarmachine]

@little-lennox (x)

~

Hazel eyes glanced up at the green Autobot before once again focusing on the mewling bundle in her arms. Wrapped in her hoodie was a small calico kitten, shivering and soaking wet from the rain pouring down outside.

“You can’t tell anyone that I have him.” She spoke up after a moment of contemplating what to say, “I’m pretty sure that I’m not allowed to have pets here, but I couldn’t just leave him out there to freeze to death! He was all alone, and in a cardboard box that had definitely seen better days, and I just couldn’t leave him to die out there.”

Now she almost sounded defensive and a bit desperate, turning pleading eyes up to the only other ‘bot in sight, gnawing on her bottom lip. Truthfully, she was going to keep it either way, but she still didn’t want him to go and snitch on her.

~

Crosshairs looked left, right, then glanced behind himself before crouching down and peering in an attempt to get a better look at the little thing. A frown tugging at the paratrooper’s features as he heard the upset sounds coming from the poor critter.

“Ah ain’t no snitch,” That was as close to a promise not to tell as she’d get, as the Autobot tilted his helm and reached out, nearly touching the bundle before pausing in uncertainty on his own strength.

“... ‘e’s cold. Prolly hungry, too. Lil’ bitlit. Think he’s still drinkin’ milk?”

[cyber-pop-star]

‘regress’

Rosie looked around with curiosity. All she could remember was a bright flash and then she woke up in here! And look at the cool toys!!The tiny bitlit waddled around in search of something to play with. That's when she spotted some markers on the floor! She loved those!! She picked them up before seating herself Infront of a wall and she began coloring away and singing little songs to herself.

[spymeister]

Optics

Optics - Talk about your earliest memory of the war.

Mm.

Dunno if you wanna hear about that, mech. I wasn't a bot at the time, so- it's a little biased.

Better put this shit under a cut. Pretty sure ain't no mech gonna wanna read this, but it's here regardless.

I was a 'con, part of the resistance at the time. I'd say for me, the earliest memory I have of realizin' the war had come home to me was when I was headin' home after finishing up some workin' with the scoutin' groups I'd been assigned to.

Rounded a corner, heard a noise and went to the shadows. Came on a group of newly minted Autobots in hard light armor mowin' down citizens.

I don't mean Decepticons, or criminals- mech, I mean they were straight-up killing wholesale creche groups, family units. Mechanisms I'd seen daily on the street, talked to, knew almost intimately. Watched 'em hunt down a crechling and deactivate it cause it wasn't found on the registers.

Illegal bitlit, and all that- wasn't a "real citizen."

None of us were, but it didn't matter. To them, we were refuse, garbage, and disposables. I couldn't take 'em all, but I sure as hell took as many down as possible. Most of 'em were batch-builds outta Praxus, Altihex, Simfur and Iacon. Richer, more important citystates than ol' Lower 'Hex. They were beggin' for their lives, beggin' for their creche-bits lives, just beggin' for them to have mercy. To not kill them, that they were citizens, that they paid taxes an' worked. That they were people. It didn't fuckin' matter, they were dead all the same- all because some fragger in power didn't see 'em as anything but in their way. Or as a threat, just 'cause they existed.

I still think about it from time to time. Sometimes I question if I'm on the right side after all. Still keep it in the forefront of my processor. Reminds me what I can become if I ain't careful, that the line between mech and monster's real damn thin and gets thinner every vorn.

Reason why I switched is my own, and I thought- at the time, i was making the right choice. Still remains to be seen if my investment has been worth it- but with the friends I've gained?

I have to hope so.