#but i do wanna design them just for like. existence purpose. remnants of the past oooooh ooooh

[boyheros]

ok I was drawing pony maverick earlier and it got me thinking about the other clones. I made Maverick a pegasus and I was content with that for all the clones too BUT I realized ohh well cuz many of the clones are genetically modified maybe I can use that to make some of the clones different kinds of ponies? so here we go:

Maverick is a pegasus as previously stated bc of his everlasting angel motif (original version of his character was an angel lol). Ana is a unicorn, she has a superiority complex about it. Uses her magic lifting-things skills to wield her defacing scissors. Foster, Hurricane, and the currently unnamed G clone would probably all also be pegasi for consistency. the Template Maverick as well.

Elaine though, she would also be a unicorn. She's a surgeon so the magic thing could be for. healing spells or whatever MLP characters do. or wielding surgical tools idk. but it fits really well because in the story Ana's favorite successor clone is Elaine, due some similarities they share and blah blah whatever else. so them both being unicorns shows that well methinks

[the-energon-hole]

Hello! First I wanna say I love you blog and how well detailed your HC's are, and second can I have a HC for the TFA decepticons being reunited with their teenage human hybrid daughter who was taken from them when she was a baby and she has a protective male friend/soon to be boyfriend who won't let them anywhere near her? Poor robo dads

((A/N So, I had no idea what to do with this- One this sounds to much like an Oc prompt for me to do it to exact specification. I am not your personal author and I do not write Oc content please keep that in mind please.

I tweaked this a little to be a bit more interesting and a little bit more canon, which you are more than welcome to use for yourself if you ever want to write about your own Ocs.))

Exposition

Though we never really knew how Sari came to be a human/Cybertronian hybrid- those who participated in the war know exactly how something like this could have come to pass.

The Decepticon Contingency Plan was designed by Decepticon scientist to preserve and protect the genetic makeup and potential offspring of superior ranking officers- and that of anyone willing to participate in this project. Protoforms pre-installed with half the genetics of the Decepticon was shot out into space to be preserved for a later date- though it appears some pods might have gone off course and ended up on alien planets far away from Cybertron.

The Cybertronian Elders had the same idea after many protoforms were stolen by the Decepticons during one of their raids on Iacon. The Elders dedicated a program to ensuring the survival of the Cybertronian Elite Guard, by preserving their genetic make up and storing them under the watchful eye of Master Yoketron- though there were a few malfunction in the pods, and many were shot out into space on an unknown course to be discovered on any far away alien planet.

Megatron

He had forgotten about the Decepticon Contingency Plan until he came face to face with a small human, one who has reached their full potential as a Cybertronian-Human hybrid.

The original Plan was to ensure that His and other high ranking Decepticon officers genetics should be preserved in case they were wiped out by the Autobot forces a long time ago while the war was at its peak- it was something he pushed out of his memories, something he didn’t actually care about.Until now.

It was a stupid plan in his eyes, but one he gave the green light to anyway as he knew his survival would be certain, because he was to be the next ruler of Cybertron, but not that of his top ranking officers.

This was war after all, and anything to gain an edge was worth doing.

Even if it meant chucking his potential child into space to land on an unknown planet.

Honestly, if this was the result he would have never agreed to place his genetics into a blank protoform. This tiny human, who is claiming to be the genetic offspring of his and another human was similar to that of the other one the Autobots tote around like a prize, Sari. Human’s must be a much more potent species than he first figured- as he felt himself shudder at the very notion.

“I was a mistake, wasn’t I? I have no purpose.”

They stood before him, unafraid of his size and prowess- which was at least a good thing, certainly any offspring of his, hybrid or not, had to have a bold and daring personality. He will put this small thing to the test later on, as there was no use wasting a resource that was thrust upon him, however disappointing it was that this life was now a techno organic being. They simply stared at each other for a very long time, neither backing down from the power play being performed in front of them.

“Yes, I did not think something like you could exist- let alone something that shares my genetic code.”

It made him smirk, hearing this human friend of theirs scream at him while cowering behind his newly acquainted child. He saw no change in his offspring’s face when the uttered those words however, it must have been the answer they were looking for as he saw just the slightest glint form in the corners of their eyes.

Blitzwing

Back in the days of the war, Decepticons were not allowed to use protoforms to produce offspring, as their genetics were seen as flaws and scabs upon the “perfection” that was the cybertronian elite. That was one of the reasons he agreed to the Contingency Plan in the first place, to be a big middle digit to those who thought they were so above their fellow Cybertronians simply because of different ideology.

This was before he was an experiment to that wench Black Arachnia.So this offspring almost looked like a ghost of his past.

This techno organic being that is standing before him, the one that is rambling on and on about how they are actually happy they aren’t a normal human- and that they are glad to be apart of something bigger than they are. Happy that they weren’t some nobody who was stuck being a cog in the human society that they were born and raised in.

Hot-Head responded first by being frustrated that the small thing wouldn’t shut his trap and let him finish talking, to which his offspring’s friend disapproved of by becoming snobby like those elites back on his home planet. He really didn’t like that at all, who did this human think they were? He was trying, trying, to have a conversation with his newly acquainted offspring here.

“You know what makes a good snack? Humans! I love the way their bones crunch against my denta- and how their gooey organs feel against my glossa!”Random took over and remembered a scene he saw in a horror movie once, that got these two freaks attention to say the least- he swore that the human friend looked like they were going to be sick!

Serves them right.

Blitzwing and his offspring had a nice conversation, but he didn’t think they were Decepticon material- he certainly wasn’t when he first joined the movement, as Blackarachnia made him who he was today. Strong.

Blackarachnia

Once the Cyber-Ninja Dojo was broken into, and so many of the protoforms were stolen by the Decepticons- it was a unanimous decision made by the Elder Council to keep genetic offspring ready in case of accidental or premature death of higher ranking Cybertronian Guard Members. It made a lot of sense to her back when she was Elita-One, but now as she sat and watched her “offspring” frolic with those Autobot scum- she felt like the bile in ehr tanks was going to come back up again.

Looking at this hybrid, the one similar to that of Sari- it made her queasy. Had she known there was a pod malfunction in the Dojo, she would have never agreed to store a genetic copy protoform there.

It was like looking right at the past that she would rather forget.

A walking, talking, breathing mistake.

She watched for a long time, mostly out of morbid curiosity, how her offspring lived their everyday life. They had many friends outside of the Autobot base- they weren’t a creepy shut in like the other girl. That was her genetics, Elita-One was always a social butterfly.

There were two things that upset her about this child- one was the company they chose to keep, subpar humans, pushaw they would run with the best of the best just like she did. Second thing, how chummy they were with Optimus Prime-Maybe it was the lingering feelings she didn’t want to admit out loud.

Maybe it was because she could picture them being a perfect family together had she not been betrayed by her comrades.

Maybe it was the fact she knew she was going to go out of her way to never let this offspring see or talk to her at all. She felt the remnants of her spark twist in anguish as she felt some kind of maternal bond over a stupid human she has done nothing but stalk and watch over the past few weeks. Had this disgusting thing never happened to her, she would have been the best care taker, she would have taught this child to be a prim and proper elite just like she was.

Never will she have that chance, though if she could help it, she would never let the Decepticons know they exists.