#decepticon kin

[megalomaniac-warlord]

Champion of Kaon, Decepticon Leader; Introduction

It's come to my attention that I've yet to make an introductory post for this sideblog.

This is not a roleplay blog. I am a part of a OSDD system. Perhaps I could be considered a sort of co-host, in technicality.

I'm Megatron, and you may refer to me as such. I am primarily from the Transformers: Prime continuity- although I'm not only adhered to that source alone. My ideals from my sources are consistent with my ideals currently.

My strengths are continually as similar as they can come. I value myself as a competent leader, who archives greatness through persistent unyielding efforts.

This sideblog is to simply express myself on some degree, so to speak.

There is no standard for who can or cannot interact- save for limiting personal interactions with those who are underage, as bodily I am a legal adult. Anyone else who I find obnoxious or ignorant can be blocked if I care enough to do so.

All of that being said, my DMs and Inbox are open.

[kthecritter]

Could you do a decepticon userbox with a light purple box and dark purple tech themed background with the phrase: this con isn't afraid to strike back

((unsure about fonts so feel free to do whatever!))

Pref with this decepticon insignia if possible ^^

here you go, I hope you enjoy! omg I didn’t realize this request was sitting here for a while, I’m so sorry!!

[findthebae]

I am Soundwave, any of the Decepticons can interact but Starscream is on thin ice. I am 21, so keep this in mind, I would prefer no minors. My account is @wavess-of-sound

@wavess-of-sound

[xx-theblack-vixen-xx]

I don't know what starscream is but you're always welcome to yap about it :D

DXFCGCNVRHUJBK OKAY SO STARSCREAM IS A CHARACTER FROM TRANSFORMERS,, HES THE SECOND IN COMMAND TO THE DECEPTICONS, THE 'bad guys', ONLY UNDER MEGATRON HIMSELF.

STARSCREAM IS THE SECOND IN COMMAND, THE PRINCE OF VOS, AND MY BIGGEST KIN EVER,

PATHETIC WET CAT!!!! HES SUCH A SEAGULL I NEED HIM TO BE SWADDLED IN A BABY BLANKET AND GIVEN HOT COCOA WITH EXTRA MARHMALLOWS AND TO BE GIVEN A KISS ON THE FOREHEAD AND TO BE TOLD HE'S DOING A GOOD JOB AND THAT TDRYK^RCFYVG

HE GETS HIT BY THE LEADER OF THE DECEPTICONS (MEGATRON) OFTEN, AND HE HAS ANXIETY, HE FLINCHES AT EVERY MOVEMENT AND HAS HAD TO LEARN HOW TO LIE AND ACT CUTE TO AVOID GETTING HIT AND BEATEN AND I'm,,,

MY POOR BOY

LLOK AT THAT THING IT HAS ANXIETY AND PTSD

HE ALSO KEEPS TRYING TO KILL HIS BOSS BECAUSE HIS BOSS SUCKS ACTUAL ASS AND KEEPS DOING DRUGS INSTEAD OF ACTUALLY DOING ANYTHING TO HELP THEM WIN THE WAR,

STARSCREAM IS MUCH MORE COMPETENT AND A MUCH BETTER LEADER THAN MEGATRON EVER WAS,

AND HE KNOWS HOW TO USE THE LIMITED RECOURCES THAT THEY HAVE, ONE OF THE MAIN REASONS THAT THE DECEPTICONS AND AUTOBOTS ARE AT WAR IS BECAUSE OF THE FACIST LEADERS THEY USED TO HAVE AND ALSO BECAUSE OF DWINDLING FOOD SOURCES,

MY BOY KNOWS HOW TO RATION AND HOW TO BE RECOURCEFUL,

AND HOW TO HUNT FOR ENERGON (their food source) EVEN WHEN HE WAS ABANDONED AND EXPERIMENTED ON AND COULDNT FLY ANYMORE AND HAD TO ASK THE ENEMY (autobots) FOR HELP IN EXCHANGE FOR INFORMATION.

MY BOY IS SMART, MY BOY IS STRONG, BOY IS FAST, BOY IS OVERPOWERED BUT HE HAS ANXIETY AND A FUCKTON OF SELF DOUBT SO HE'S ALWAYS SECOND GUESSING HIMSELF AND HE COULD TOTALLY TAKE OVER THE DECEPTICONS IF HE WASNT SO ANXIETY-RIDDLED!!!!

LIKE THESE ARE HIS FUCKING STATS?!??!

LIKE MY BOY COULD TOTALLY TAKE OVER THE WORLD BUT HES TOO SCARED THAT PEOPLE WILL HATE HIM AND STOP TALKING TO HIM AND HIT HIM AND

AND THERES SO MUCH MIRE BUT IM NIT GONNA MAKE U LISTEN TO ME YAP FOR HOURS

[churino]

Design for Gaea THE EARTH ITSELF

Brought to life the moment the allspark struck our soil, Earth was never meant to be cosmically important in this story it became important because of us, she represents man, animal, plant and planet, our strength united but with a cost. If she transforms, everybody dies

Gaea is the entire planet earth brought to life as a transformer, the allspark began to create her the moment it arrived on our planet but she was a creation of such magnitude that i took until the modern day for her to be born. As such, dispite her name gaea is not the earth mother, unlike the other two planetformers she doesn't see her inhabitants as her children for we predate her

we bleed onto the same earth, and when we bleed, she calls us her sisters and brothers. Gaea believes that life on earth is the greatest thing ever created and that the two gods who claim she's one of them are but pathetic mockeries of the people she considers to be her true kin.

she believes beings like us are better in every way than so-called gods, gaea lacks the cosmic powers primus and unicron share, she is in fact just a robot that turns into a planet and her ability to act is limited but she's still formidable and holds the power of everyone who's lived in our world, indomitable spirit pumping through her veins

Gaea developed her strongly held beliefs after two encounters shortly after first coming online, first the autobots and decepticons being very kind to her to ensure she didn't transform out of panic, second, right after they left her alone with her thoughts, she was contacted outside of time and space by primus and unicron even though they were both out of the picture at this time.

the ensuing conversation with her self-proclaimed brothers disgusted her to such a point and was so overbearing compared to what she had just experienced with the mortals that she immediately began to dispise everything her "brothers" stood for and renounced both of them. Claiming the flora, fauna , and mecha fauna that inhabited her as her true siblings, whom she would defend with her non-existent teeth and nails,

To represent her engagement with the lives of her little kin, she picks a side of the war to support, rather than staying "above it all" like the other two would do. She's more... down to earth.. in comparison.

[anon-e-miss]

Reformation - 9

“Barricade?” Prowl asked when Jazz mentioned a cousin looking for him.

“I dunno,” Jazz replied. “He didn’t give Trailbreaker a designation. Beta?”

“It would have to be Barricade,” Prowl said. “My other cousins are Alphas. Barricade is the only one who would embarrass himself claiming me, in any case.”

Jazz did not feel good leaving Prowl. The news that a cousin was looking for him visibly disturbed him. At least Ori had arrived and would do his best to distract Prowl was Jazz was gone. The Beta cousin claimed Prowl, which was a point in his favour. At the same time, Prowl had never mentioned him, there was no next of kin listed in his file, Jazz had looked, he was a spy after all. He knew the ins and outs of every officer’s personal file. Some had secret families and unknown to them, Jazz had put reservist operatives in their neighbours to serve a first line of defence if Decepticons figured a hostage was in order. His job was not just to sniff out Decepticon secrets, that was not even the most important part of his job, his most important job was preserving the Autobot’s own.

When Jazz had pictured Prowl’s cousin, he had imagined a mech who looked like him. The mech he saw standing on the Autobot Provost guard’s back did not look like Prowl beyond his doorwings. Maybe Jazz should have asked what Barricade looked like. This Praxian had overall dark colouring. His plating was black and gold, safe for stripes of white that sported the Praxian enforcer decals. His face was gold and his optics red. Jazz supposed mecha would think the same of him as his twin thought their features were all identical save for their colouring. Trailbreaker smiled and gave Jazz an awkward wave. The Praxian looked turned to watch him come, never stepping off the Alpha’s back. His arms were crossed under his chassis. The other Provost guards were standing at their posts, unwilling to interfere, leading Jazz to believe this one had asked for it.

“Barricade?” Jazz asked.

“That’s right,” the Praxian said.

“Great,” Jazz replied. “Mind steppin’ off’m?”

“Where is Prowl?” Barricade asked. He did as Jazz asked and stepped off the guard like he was a stepping stool.

“Home,” Jazz replied. “What’s... this about?”

“He asked for a demonstration,” Barricade replied.

“Well...” Jazz said. He made a gesture for the guards watching from their posts. “I think they learned.”

“Mm.” Barricade hummed, reminiscent of Prowl.

“Pretty impressive, takin’ down a warbuild ‘bout twice your size,” Jazz said.

“I know how to bring an Alpha down to my level,” Barricade replied, ever so slightly primly. Ironhide would like him.

“Enforcer?” Jazz asked.

“Yes,” Barricade replied.

“Ya serve wit Prowl?” Jazz asked.

“Until he resigned,” Barricade replied. Jazz nodded. Then Barricade knew about the worst of what Prowl had gone through. He was the only cousin to still claim Prowl.

“Any chance y’ll tell me what brought ya here?” Jazz asked.

“If Prowl wants you around when I tell him,” Barricade replied.

“See that he gets to Ratchet,” Jazz ordered Trailbreaker. “Come wit me. We’re off pace.”

“We?” Barricade asked.

“We,” Jazz said. They were we, for now at least, but Jazz thought better of adding that part. He transformed and Barricade followed after him. The Beta Praxian shared his cousin’s altmode. “Why not comm him?”

“Because he deserves better than a comm call,” Barricade replied. “He wasn’t going to get one anyways.”

“Somethin’ happen wit his ‘genitor?” Jazz asked.

“I wouldn’t trouble him with that aft’s ashes,” Barricade replied.

“Really ain’t gonna tell me,” Jazz said.

“Prowl gets to decide how much you know,” Barricade replied.

“Yer protective o’m,” Jazz noted.

“He was always decent,” Barricade replied. “I can’t say the same for my brothers.”

“Had a lot o’ experience puttin’ Alphas in line then?” Jazz guessed.

“Its my favourite hobby,” Barricade replied.

Jazz laughed, though he suspected it was the truth. Barricade was a brasher version of Prowl but the more he spoke the more Jazz found a resemblance. Just like Barricade insisted on Prowl decided if Jazz got to hear whatever he had to say, Jazz thought Prowl ought to decide if his cousin should hear he was carrying. They were at an impasse and the Alpha was not thrilled. He had no doubt whatever news Barricade had was going to hurt Prowl and Prowl did not deserve any more pain. But for Barricade to have travelled to Iacon, it was something important. At least Ori was also going to be there and he would be able to knock some sense into Jazz if he overreacted at all.

“Why not live on base?” Barricade asked once they stopped outside Jazz’s building.

“Better digs,” Jazz replied. “Me ‘n my twin each got our own space ‘n room for Ori when he visits. “Bachelor habs ain’t roomie.”

“Fair enough,” Barricade replied. “Prowl’s would be drab.”

“Medic Ratchet says it looks like a prison cell,” Jazz replied.

“He’s afraid to express himself,” Barricade replied. “Having an opinion or taste not identical to his progenitor’s was never well received.”

***

The door opened and Prowl stood up. It was Barricade. He smiled, it was strained but Prowl smiled because when no one else in the world cared for him, Barricade had. His cousin walked over and brushed his crest against Prowl’s. Barricade was exactly the same as he had been when Prowl had left Praxus, the same looks, the same rank. Prowl gestured his helm towards Barricade’s doorwings while lifting and twitching his own and Barricade just shrugged irreverently. A Beta stood a better chance at promotion in the enforcers than an Omega but it was not great. They would need to play politics and Alpha dynamics especially well and Barricade did not. He played with Alphas as Alphas played with each other, which usually left the Alpha humiliated and Barricade smugly satisfied.

“You should sit down,” Barricade said, soberly. Jazz took Prowl’s arm and sat with him on the couch.

“What is it?” Prowl asked.

“Lockdown was paroled,” Barricade explained. “Two quartexes ago.”

“No!” Prowl gasped. His helm spun. Jazz took him in his arms. Behind them, Punch growled.

“I’m sorry,” Barricade replied. “I got a warrant put out on him for what he did to you.”

“Do they even wanna prosecute?” Jazz asked. “Seems, just from what Prowl’s told me, they don’t care.”

“I threatened to publish an tell-all,” Barricade replied. “I can at least use the warrant to get optics on him. After he left Garrus-9, he’s effectively disappeared.”

“Ya think Prowl’s in danger?” Jazz asked. “That’s why ya came.”

“Barricade is in danger,” Prowl said.

“I’m fine,” Barricade replied, waving Prowl off with servo and doorwing.

“He was explicit about what he would do to you,” Prowl replied, staring up at his cousin.

“Tedious scrap Alphas of his type say,” Barricade replied. “It’s grandstanding.”

“You threatened to unmech him, repeatedly,” Prowl sighed. “I believe he will have taken that personally.”

“A’ight, I think I like ya,” Jazz declared. Prowl sighed.

“Please don’t encourage him,” the Omega said. “You humiliated him, Barricade. Lockdown has an ego like no other.”

“Like I told him, from a distance, I shoot him through the panel,” Barricade replied. “Up close, a knife. I would relish the opportunity, Prowl.”

“Oh I definitely like ya,” Punch declared.

“I’ll gets my optics on the ground lookin’ for’m,” Jazz said. “Since I don’t need a warrant ‘n don’t worry ‘bout little technicalities like trials.”

“This I like,” Barricade replied.

“In the meantime, ‘til we get optics on’m, ya might as well stay for a visit,” Jazz suggested. “Ori can use Rico’s berth, leavin’ the guest berth to ya. The two o’ ya can catch up.”

“I would look like an aft if I said no,” Barricade replied.

“Please,” Prowl said.

“You don’t need to beg,” Barricade sighed. “I have an orn’s leave. I wasn’t about to drop this on you and roll out.”

“Thank you.”

[witchofthesouls]

About the Other/Cybertronian!TFP crew in Jack, Raf and Miko…

What would their alt modes be like, do you think? Would they be more Autobot, Decepticon, or Predacon in nature? Also, what kind of shenanigans would each of them get into?

Personally, I do enjoy the thought that cyberized!humans would have a slant towards 'military' upgrades and beastial traits. Like a tribute to humanity's ties to the animal kingdom and their capacity for arms (tool usage lol). Think of it how a lot of civilian equipment, vehicles, fashion, and architecture, as well as groundbreaking discoveries, had a lot of roots from warfare or military applications.

Shoot, I'm thinking that Aligned verse cyber!humans could be considered throwbacks since the initial generations of early Cybertronians didn't have T-cogs!

I think it would be really fascinating to build on the Cybertronians' form of ableism (as seen with Bumblebee and Starscream with their stolen T-cogs) compared to a cyber!Agent Fowler -who was an Army Ranger-or a cyber!random human that lacks a weapon system and/or conventional armature. Plus, the massive culture clash between American views on social mobility versus Golden Age Functionist-held caste system.

(So much shenanigans there.)

Generally, my thoughts for their Cybertronian forms are consistent across the various Other aus with some tweaking on the plot and the world-building:

Jack has deep ties to blackbirds and corvids, so he's capable of flight. May have multi-forms as an ode to a fae heritage or something strange as a direct descendant to a Prime of Chaos upon a planet caging the Unmaker. Dark frame with a pale face. His (and his mother's) optics would be a grey-blue hue.

Miko is a War-Forged Seeker femme. A lot of is due my headcanons on Seekers (and their kin) and her yōkai roots. War-Forged is what I'm specifically calling Elita One's frame-kith. Cybertronians used to bleed pink, so the bright pink armor is callback their Primal Age and their ancient roots. War-Forged are mecha with extreme combat-related programs that modern science as yet to come close to surpassing them.

As for Raf, he's a dragon. Not quite a Predacon, but it's definitely aligned. Or, weirdly enough, a satellite. I think it would be funny if he's similar to Soundwave in some ways there. The Autobots would need to deal with his data-cables. A dragon shape as it's a call his family's roots to being adventurers to Elsewhere, his dad being a dragon himself, and the old warning: "Here be dragons."

[alterspark]

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[This is my first time coining a flag, I'm sorry if I'm not formatting this properly. I'm also not using my usual coloured typing/font for this post so that it's easier to read.]

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Cybertroniankin/Transformerkin Flags And Symbol

I noticed that Cybertoniankins don't have a flag nor symbol so I decided to make them myself. Unfortunately I'm indecisive so there are multiple versions. The colours were picked with meaning in mind, I tried to choose features/experiences that all Cybertonians could relate to. I did include some references to the war in the symbolism since that is the main story that our source/cannon revolves around.

The symbol is a representation of a spark/spark chamber. Depending on the continuity spark chambers will look different but most of the time the sparks themselves are just pure light so i took some artistic freedom with this. I decided to take visual inspiration from the matrix of leadership, specifically the part that fits over/around the spark.

First version -

1 - Deep blueish purple for Interstellar travel/Space. Representing Cybertonians that live on other planets, were born on other planets, travel through space frequently/as a lifestyle, were displaced/had to escape during the war, or for some other reason aren't on Cybertron.

2 - Vibrant blue for Energon. Representing the energon that is our lifeblood, as well as the energon spilled in the war between Decepticons and Autobots.

3 - Pastel rainbow gradient for Transformation. Representing our defining trait to transform. It's what gave us the name "transformers" after all. It might be second nature to some, while others will struggle with it and how it impacts their identity. But at the end of the day our T-cogs and other systems evolved to let us change form and we should be proud in that ability.

4 - Pale ice blue for The Allspark. Representing the fact that regardless of how we look or who we are, we all originate from within the Allspark, without it new Cybertonians can't be born. The Allspark is also seen as a form of afterlife, which could tie into spiritual Cybertoniankin identities.

5 - Grey for Metal. Representing the physical aspect of being a mechanical lifeform. A lot of us - myself included - experience species dysphoria. Whether your kintype is psychological, spiritual or anything in between, the feeling of being made of metal is carried with us via phantom and sensory shifts.

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Second and third version -

I made these since I thought the rainbow gradient on the first one could be a bit too much. These flags also put the All Spark stripe at the centre giving it a bit more focus. The colour meanings remain the same except for the yellow stripe.

4/5 - Golden yellow for Transformation/T-cog. Almost identical meaning as the gradient stripe on the first version but with more emphasis on the T-cog itself. The colour comes from the fact that although the way the T-cogs look depends on continuity, most of them seem to have some golden/yellow/orange elements or glow.

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Here is the symbol by itself:

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The symbol and all of these flags were made by me [alterspark]! They are free to use!

@kin-flags @woozywaspy

[the-awakened-insomnis]

1st post of 2025 and it's Blitzbee. Fuckitweball

Left to Right, giving lore for everyone as this is AU is a giant cauldron from other iterations into one. There is crack, and there is plot.

Bumblebee: Is considered a hyrbid by Cybatronian standards and looked down for it. He alongside his twin/sparkbrother Cliffjumper, emerged to two creators. Bee taking after his Insecticon carrier whilst Cliff took after their Grounder sire. As a hybrid, it's hard to say where the Insecticon genes start and the Grounder genes end. He doesn't use his Alt-mode often. Like Cliff and their sire, Bee has a grounder engine and is incredibly fast, this along with his small size and agility gives him the edge on the racetrack and the battlefield.

He suffers from being the youngest and 'little guy' despite being a grown ass mech who swears like a sailor. The war was his childhood and he blames both Megatron & Optimus for it. He doesn't know how to give his kids a life he himself never lived. He has Blitzwing by his side but that only eases so much of his worries.

1 of his favorite hobbies is dancing on Sentinal Primes' last reserved nerve. He isn't afraid to get in his superiors faces and call them out on their bullshit.

Blitzwing: Was once an Overcharge serving a Quintesson, later leaving to join the Decepticons. After the Great War, he was rebuilt to be a Triple-Changer by Blackarachnia under Megatrons orders to better serve his cause. This left Blitzwing utterly scrambled mentally, his being torn into 3 distinct parts with little to no chance of reversing it. Blitz battled with himself on and off the battlefield, he suffered in the background and reveled in the carnage. He finds broken normalcy in the form of Bumblebee and their violent tango. The rest is history, but one he finds himself willing to relive.

Now he finds himself with a fear not even Unicron could instill in him. To protect something so precious not even Primus could replicate it. It's too much and everything all at the same time.

Osmia: The oldest and twin/spark-brother to Tataira. Certified Florida Man & twink. Named after the Osmia Calamintha Bee, his blue armor coloring which he inherited from Bees' dead sire. He's got an icy arrogance to him with a smart-ass mouth. More analytical & calculating than emotional but is a drama king deep down. Likes to challenge Optimus in riddles and hypothetical debates. Would live in the archives if he could. Not a huge people person and like his privacy.

Prefers Spring and Fall respectively but enjoys using his jets to 'skate' in Winter. The first to leave if shit goes sideways, he picks his battles. He can't stand being wrong or being kept in the dark, not knowing is dangerous. And he'll do anything for a tactical edge over any and everyone. He can't stand Sentinal and likes poking holes in his logic.

Tataira: Middle child and twin/spark-brother to Osmia. Arsonist & Semi-Professional Gaslighter. Named after the Oxytrigona Tataira Fire Bee. Equally hot tempered & passionate, quick to rain down fire and dare you to do something about it. Protective over what's dear to him & has no shame with expressing his emotions. Clashes with his brother constantly and is usually the one who has to check his ass. Loves Winter & Fall but fucking hates summer.

Has actually shot at Wasp with murderous intent and was pissed he missed. Spits fire at anyone he doesn't like, which was half of team prime when he was younger.

Riosa: The youngest by 5 years and Triple-Changer. A Jinx kin & a cannibal by choice. Named after the Giant Cliff Honeybee AKA Apis Laboriosa. The first one to throw morals out the window in the name of survival. Absolutely loves Earth and considers it home over Cybertron. Unpredictable and reckless, both with her emotions & actions. Always questioning authority and rebellious. While she can be sweet, there's something off with it. Is very chatty and enjoys fun conversation, she likes Jazz the most. Knows she's fucked up and she's sorta working on it.

Her venom can intoxicate someone, which can be fun at parties, sometimes. Can have pretty bad episodes and self-medicates by ingesting her own venom. Listening to music keeps her calm for the most part. Enjoys racing in either of her alt-modes.

BlitzBee Love(?) Story: Bee and Blitzwing didn't know each other on Cybertron. They only met on Earth in battle, exchanging blows and outta pocket insults. If they weren't trying to kill each other they were hate-fuckin. The war had taken any sort of normalcy they could've hoped for; this was the closest to normal for them in the worst way. Neither had anything to lose, not even each other, Blitzwing ripped out Bees' vox and Bumblebee turning Blitzs' chest into Swiss cheese 2 seconds later.

This fucked up little routine would soon come to bite them in the aft...

Bumblebee woke up one morning to carrier protocols on his screen & processor. He left the base to wander in hopes of clearing his head but that proved to do the opposite. He didn't have the option to terminate, Energon is scarce, he's been waiting on Earth this whole time so he's alone. The dread of what Optimus and others would say or do to him and the sparkling sends him spiraling. On pure accident he runs into Blitzwing, the tension is thick and obvious. If Bumblebee got carrier protocols, then there's no doubt Blitzwing has sire protocols.

Bumblebee tears into Blitzwing, even without a vox he gets his point across. The reveal that there's a sparkling on the way isn't pretty, Bee is crying by the end of it, and he falls to the ground hugging himself. Blitzwing sits beside him, clearly not knowing what to do, the new protocols refusing to let the bots offline the other.

Now they have to navigate the inevitable and try not to die along the way.

"Do you think they'll be a Triple-Changer?"

"I hope not..."

[masc-ink]

`☆`|{TFP/TRANSFORMER OCS.

Based off birds.

WARNING: LORE IS NOT WELL WRITTEN AND NOT FULLY FINISHED OR EDITED YET PLS BE MINDFUL

Oc one: RazorFlame

Name: RazorFlame

Gender: male

Autobot/Decepticon: Rouge transformer, ran away from the Decepticons

lore: Worked for the deceptions(AKA Megatron) as a medic/scientist for a long time before leaving the deceptions and going rouge alone, running away with his enemy at the time(slowly turning friend through Truma-bonding and sharing common interest in earth wildlife) over time they had with tolerating each other they would turn to lovers over time.

Razerflame now a rouge transformer decided to dedicate himself in making his own predacon/pet to keep him company while being alone using any discarded energon, cybertronion metal scrap he could find, after awhile he would successfully make two, twins and used them as guard dogs to protect him from both decepticons and autobots he comes across.

Oc Two: Aurora

Name: Aurora

gender: female

autobot/Decepticon: a rouge autobot, fell deeply in love with a decepticon.

Lore: A kin to a knight she is strong, a master with a blade and had a heart of gold. she was built to fight and agile. fell for a decepticon medic(RazorFlame) after leaving the autobots.

she would do anything for him, and she holds no regret for her actions of leaving the autobots for her love. tore her optics out and gave them to RazorFlame as a 'gift'. love made her insane <3...

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is this lore confusing... yes (..) BUT I will try refine it eventually ^^;

Anyway! hope you all are doing goodddd and have a great new year!!! and Yada Yada Yada LOVE YALL AND THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT!!!!

Ink appreciates you all <3 and probably will be more transformer content in the future ^^

-Ink

[megalomaniac-warlord]

Is there a TF kin community on Tumblr or am I talking into a void? Maybe I'm not looking in the right places but it seems like theres not too many around.

[kell-eramis]

On Skybound Starscream and Hubris:

Starscream as a character we know is someone who is constantly seeking power, and often stuck in a cycle of either attaining it or getting close to attaining it, but ultimately falling flat, usually due to Megatron. But what happens when Megatron is not there? This is the question Daniel Warren Johnson's Transformers (2023) presents. I posit that his answer is that instead of falling to Megatron, Starscream, instead, falls to his own hubris. I will examine this argument through classical allusions, particularly those of Tantalus and Narcissus, especially as written in Ovid's Metamorphoses.

Tantalus in Greek mythology was a son of Zeus, who had been welcomed to dine with the gods. In some versions of the myth, he ends up stealing the secrets of the gods, and is punished for this. However, in the version of the myth I will be drawing from, he desired to test the gods' omniscience by cutting up his child, Pelops, and feeding the parts to the gods. For this act, he resides in Tartarus, fated to spend eternity reaching for fruit or water, only for it to retreat from him, leaving him starving and thirsty (Credo Reference). Both of these versions focus on Tantalus' hubris, as he attempts to upset the cosmic order by either placing himself at the level of or above the gods, in spite of being mortal and being a guest. In his pursuit of power, he commits the taboo: treachery and cannibalism.

Another thing to note is that this starts the miasma, or the curse, that clouds the House of Atreus until it is resolved by Orestes in Aeschylus' Oresteia. This results in a cycle of violence and revenge that culminates in Orestes' matricide of Clytemnestra. I won't go too into it, but I do wish to highlight the cycle that Starscream herself usually undergoes within the greater Transformers canon, especially Generation 1, wherein Starscream gains power, or attempts to gain power, and is taken down, often by Megatron. These patterns exist to highlight the tragedy of Starscream's character, and is something Daniel Warren Johnson is examining too, especially as Starscream, who was lashed out at by Megatron, now lashes out at people such as Skywarp and Soundwave, and Soundwave’s cassettes. This propagates a cycle of violence that culminates in Soundwave’s coup, and Starscream’s supposed death.

In Transformers (2023), one of the major taboos Starscream commits is the disassembly of Skywarp in order to repair Teletraan-1. While Soundwave also engages in this act, I believe the emphasis is that Starscream did it, or perhaps we have not seen the outcome of Soundwave's participation in this taboo yet (especially as he continues to interact with Thundercracker). The point I wish to make is that Starscream, as a fellow seeker and often put in a group, or 'trine' with Skywarp and Thundercracker, would see Skywarp as even more 'kin' to herself than Soundwave or his cassettes, or Reflector, or any of the constructicons. In the Tantalus myth, it is not just that Tantalus has cannibalized another human, but that he cannibalized his own son to feed to the gods that is so transgressive. It is the violation of this sacred relation, both to his family and to the gods, that lands him in Tartarus, stuck in a cycle of hungering and wanting but never getting his desire. By disassembling Skywarp with the intent not to get more Decepticons healed, but rather to get more Decepticons to be able to outpower the Autobots, Starscream has similarly acted in this transgressive fashion. Skywarp is a fellow seeker, who fights loyally on behalf of the Decepticons. However, in Starscream’s journey to keep power above the other Decepticons, defeat the Autobots, and amass Energon, she becomes increasingly willing to be violent against his own troops to achieve this. By violating this relationship, she becomes hubristic and is thus punished.

Furthermore, going into the punishment aspect: Starscream meets his hubris after a defeat, and Soundwave and the remaining Decepticons confront her. While Starscream tries to get out of the challenge by appealing to the other Decepticons, it is Thundercracker, his other “trinemate” and fellow seeker, who reminds her of what Decepticon honor dictates—that he stand and face his challenger. Soundwave defeats Starscream, and drops her over a cliff. This quite literal fall from grace is the culmination of Starscream’s hubris, and can once again be compared to Tantalus. Tantalus, who seeks out food and drink eternally, only for them to be ripped away, can be compared to Starscream, who in pursuit of power has once again had it ripped away from him due to her own hubris in how he has treated his fellow Decepticons. This comes after a similar cycle with Megatron. We can even push further on it as the Decepticons have been seeking out energy and a means to repair themselves, or food and water, in human terms. Similarly, Tantalus eternally seeks this. By falling in the midst of this search, Starscream’s arc affirms this allusion.

Therefore, by drawing parallels between the Tantalus myth and Starscream's arc in Skybound's Transformers, we can observe that the use of taboo and even the greater picture of the house of Atreus can be used to highlight Starscream’s cyclical hubris and tragedy, and how the taboo of cannibalizing a comrade led to her own punishment via Soundwave and his comrades.

On the Narcissus myth: Narcissus was a 16 year old boy who was seen as very desirable by many people, including Echo, who can only repeat what she hears back to the speaker. He spurns them all, even Echo, who appears as he seeks out connection with someone, but as soon as she embraces him, he spurns her. Later, another spurned lover prays that he will find love, but be unable to grasp it. One day, he stops to drink from a lake, and sees his reflection. He immediately falls in love with it, and out of despair wastes away because he cannot be with it, as he is holding up a facsimile of himself as his true self, wishing to be with it, even though he is already "himself" (Ovid).

I mention his age, as it is a similar age to Pentheus of Euripedes' tragedy, The Bacchae. Pentheus is the young king of Thebes, who has banned Dionysian worship. As a result, many, including his own mother, are driven crazy, and he attempts to persecute Dionysius. Dionysius instead persuades him to spy on the maenads (the crazed women), and is torn apart by them, but not after also falling victim to the same incapacitation as the maenads (Euripedes). Pentheus' story is partially about the transition from boy into man as a ruler, and the hubris that comes about from it as he is stuck between two positions.

Moving onto Starscream, and his parallels to these myths: While Starscream is not nearly as young as either Narcissus or Pentheus, we see her transitioning into leadership with Megatron gone, and failing to properly establish it as we see many bring up Megatron, with Starscream becoming more violent in reaction every time the name is brought up. It is this very transition, along with becoming addicted to the drunken feeling of power, that leads into Starscream's own hubris. This is not because of the transitionary state for either ruler but because of the transgressions—against either gods or their own comrades— that they commit in order to establish and maintain that power in the face of such an unstable transition. Pentheus believes himself above the cosmic order as he refuses to cleave to Dionysius’ influence, yet ultimately succumbs to it, and Starscream treats his companions unjustly, from simply kicking them to dismantling them in order to repair Teletraan-1. Starscream, in this transition, disregards and sees herself as above the other troops, and such transgressions lead to their ultimate fates—being torn apart.

Narcissus’ age can evoke this parallel as well, which was why I went on that tangent. Starscream’s journey, however, begins with the rejection of offered companionship—that of Skyfire’s. Skyfire reassembles Starscream first, and Starscream greets him openly as a comrade before proceeding to shoot Bumblebee. Then, Skyfire asks what Starscream is doing, being horrified at what his friend has become. As a result, Starscream lashes out at Skyfire, attacking him, and during the following battle, lands a near-fatal blow on him. We can identify that this parallels the story of Echo, who embraces Narcissus before she is also spurned, resulting in her retreat and wasting away until she is just her voice, echoing whatever words are spoken. Similarly, Skyfire is spurned, and now is locked in his shuttle mode, “unable to see the stars”. This rejection of kindness and companionship precedes both Starscream's and Narcissus' hubris. It is important also to note that in Dante's Divine Comedy, it is sins born from love that are at the highest level of both the Inferno and Purgatorio, and it is sins that implicitly come from a prioritization of worldly power over love that are at the lowest levels of both. By rejecting love and delving deeper and deeper into hubris, both Starscream and Narcissus thus doom themselves in this way, as they hold worldly power and reflection, respectively, above companionship and compassion. They become their sin as a response to the difficulties of transitioning into a “higher” position.

After spurning Echo, Narcissus falls in love with his own reflection. While Starscream notably does not do this, it is important to see the symbolism of Narcissus' actions. Maria Margaroni writes, in analyzing Cigoli's 'Narcisse à la Fontaine', which depicts the myth,

Narcissus is blind because his eyes can only mirror (symmetrically reproduce) themselves, they can no longer see (acknowledge and confirm the presence of the other). This is why Narcissus's gaze is carefully erased from (indeed, edited out of) the painting. All that remains of it is the moment of hubris, that fatal ex-tension towards the self, frozen and exemplified (Margaroni 74).

He is holding his reflection as something to desire, something to yearn for, instead of as simply a reflection of himself. The reflection is only an image, there is no connection to be truly sought from it. Starscream holds power and control in a similar way, seeing it as an intoxicating substance to yearn and grasp for, but that she can never properly grasp, because like Narcissus, who seeks connection, she completely disregards her companions in this endeavor. In seeking out power, he too no longer acknowledges and confirms the presence of the other, but sees others and tools by which she can gain this power and victory. Thus, Starscream, like Narcissus, has become blind, and all that remains is that moment of hubris. She has made that power his identity, instead of a being who can love and share camaraderie . And it is from this hubris that he goes from being concerned for Thundercracker's safety and getting energon for Soundwave and Skywarp in issue #1, to disregarding both Soundwave and his cassettes, and Skywarp, as only tools on the path to glory for seemingly the Decepticons, but really, himself. As a result, like Narcissus, who wastes away until he leaves behind a singular flower, Soundwave tears Starscream apart, claiming to use these pieces to heal Ravage. From their hubris and destruction, they add to their environment.

These parallels can thus be seen as ways of affirming Starscream's tragic arc, where she falls not to the Autobots or even really to Soundwave, but to her own hubris. The change we see happen over these issues act as an analysis and a study of Starscream's character, and shows the tragedy of the cyclical nature of the character. Having seen this, I look forward to what comes next in Transformers (2023), and know we have not seen the last of Starscream.

[enigmatist17]

Continuation of this idea

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Ratchet always knew when someone was in his medbay; it was like a sixth sense their human allies had told him about a while back. Be it the twins wanting to prank him, wayward officers trying to discreetly snag some emergency repair parts, or a particularly slippery Prime who knew where Ratchet kept his good rust sticks, no bot was safe. So when he returns to his domain after diffusing yet another argument between Grimlock and his kin, Ratchet isn't surprised to find the newly arrived human digging through some of his supplies, jumping when the medic lets out a sharp vent.

"May I help you?" The smaller being scrambled upright in surprise, squinting up at Ratchet before shaking his head.

"I'll never understand how tons of metal can move so silently." Cade looked almost awed as he looked Ratchet over before continuing his previous task, grumbling under his breath. "....Ratchet right?"

"That's right." The medic watched him pull out a few bundles of wiring with an approving look, setting it beside a mini-welder and an energon patch he'd already grabbed. "Do you know me?"

"Ah no...no I never did get to meet you." His voice catches, and Ratchet watches as the human's eyes take on a faint glow, his expression changing to one of sadness. "I'm sorry."

"What for?" The medic frowned as he leaned closer, pulling out a scanner.

"For failing you, old friend." The Cybertronian stared as Cade spoke in both his voice and Optimus' in unison, stance changing subtly to give the medic his full attention. "It warms our sparkheart to see you alive and well here."

"Optimus?" What in the name of Primus

"Yes and no." Cade shrugged, watching the blue light that enveloped him from Ratchet's scanner with mild curiosity, said bot's optics widened at the readings he received. "This is new."

"This...these readings are impossible." Cade moved to resume grabbing what he wanted from Ratchet's supplies, the glow fading from his eyes as Ratchet looked through the data.

"Don't ask me, I still don't understand...whatever this is, exactly." Cade shrugged, grinning at some tubing he found. "I was patching Optimus' chest up after fighting Quintessa when boom, it was like I was electrocuted? Next thing I know, I know everything about Cybertron and can understand Cybertronian, and Optimus can quote freaking Shakespeare and understands Earth lingo better than I do. Still weird, but really cool at the same time."

"What about you both speaking as one?" Ratchet grabbed a seat and pulled it over, grabbing a replacement strut from a higher shelf before taking a seat. "I saw that limp of his, you'll need it."

"Thanks man! I'm not the best doc for you bots, but I think I do pretty well." Cade shrugged, pushing the piece over to his stash. "Bonus for not having to dig through a scrapyard, parts for his model are kinda hard to find in a normal yard. As for the speaking thing, Optimus might be able to explain it better than I could."

"Do you not have a base?"

"Uh...not really? It's uh, the world governments are still trying to pull their head out of their collective asses in undoing the ban on bots, and we're still just moving around to stay safe."

"...what?" Ratchet can't help but remember the Decepticon plot that had nearly wiped out their entire Earthbound faction, and his spark twists in pity.

"It's a really long story that I'll leave to the big guy. I've only been around the last few years, but it...it got bad. A lot of you guys are either dead, still off-planet, or one of the few in hiding in Cuba for some reason." Cade shook his head with a sigh, stretching as he looked down at his haul. "So..."

"Come on." Ratchet let out a long, drawn-out vent as he carefully placed the medical supplies into one of his various subspaces before offering his servo. "While you might be a decent medic, I am vastly superior."

"Ego much?" Cade snorted as he hopped onto the offered limb, yawning as he was placed onto Ratchet's shoulder before the white and red mech headed out of the medbay.

"I wasn't given the title of Chief Medical Officer for having pretty optics." The medic grumbled, this time getting a full-on laugh from Cade as he traveled the halls of the Ark, heading toward the room that had been turned into a home away from home for their human companions and liaisons. The alternate Optimus was sitting in his alt mode, Ratchet's years of practice as a veteran medic shrugging off the suspicious EMF field that washed over him, only to fade just as quickly. "Optimus."

"Ratchet, it is good to see you." Optimus slowly transformed as Cade was set down on the ground, Ratchet pulling out the supplies and trying to gawk at the bot, who was far taller than he needed to be in his opinion. "I see Cade escaped your wrath unscathed."

"This time, don't think you'll be allowed to rummage through my medbay again unsupervised." The human rolled his eyes as Ratchet chuckled, scanning Optimus before the other could protest. "What in the Pit happened to you?"

"That...is a long story." The weariness in his voice kept Ratchet's snarky answer at bay, merely holding out a servo toward Cade.

"I'll need some of that tubing you grabbed and the green welder on your left." The inventor nodded and grabbed the required items, Ratchet tapping above some of the worst injuries on one of Optimus' legs. "Open up."

"As you wish." Battered plating pulled back to allow the medic access to his inner workings, the silence between the three heavier than any of them wanted it to be. It broke when Cade decided to stretch his legs, patting Optimus' armor with a murmur Ratchet couldn't quite catch before he wandered out of the room, leaving the two alone.

"Cade has done a good job with your repairs, reminds me of Raoul." Ratchet hummed as he replaced the fractured strut he'd eyed earlier.

"Who is Raoul?" The taller bot let out a relieved purr when the new piece was inserted, and the dull ache he'd been dealing with for days was finally gone.

"A human ally I've been training to provide medical aid in the field, he became interested after helping us a few times. He's quite the natural at it as well, and don't ever mention it to Tracks, he'll never shut up about it."

"Tracks...I don't know if he's still alive." Optimus shook his helm with a frown, searching his processor for anything he may have heard.

"He might be, you never know." Ratchet gently squeezed his shoulder, the Prime almost immediately leaning into his touch like his own did. "Optimus...what happened to you? You know you can confide in me, no matter where we both come from."

"It is a friendship I cherish deeply." The battle mask that Optimus had kept on when he transformed receded, and Ratchet felt his spark warm at the trust. "A large portion of humanity turned against our entire kind after we were betrayed by a close ally, which resulted in the destruction of a massive portion of Chicago. A majority of us went into hiding when Lockdown arrived to Earth, and he..." Optimus' vocalizer fizzled out, covering his face with one servo as he let out a slow vent. Optimus couldn't tell him how he'd seen Ratchet's execution, and how, later on, his body had been melted down for the disgusting notion of human greed. The anger was still there within his spark, a big reason that he kept moving around with Cade, unwilling to give humanity another chance at taking what little was left to him and his race.

"I know you did everything you could, Orion." Ratchet's spark felt overwhelmed with sorrow as he moved to embrace the Prime, his EMF field surrounding the other with as much comfort as the medic could pull from himself.

"I was in stasis, I should have been there, not hiding in some building like some sort of coward." The anger threatened to spill into his own field like a tidal wave, and Optimus cycled his optics off with a soft growl. "I am a Prime, I have taken worse injuries."

"I don't know how he is in your world, but Lockdown fights dirty and has taken experienced mechs down without batting an optic. You are not infallible; no matter what that Matrix feeds you, you fall like the rest of us. I know I would have said the same thing to you, so I'll say it to you now." Ratchet pulled back with a fond look, waiting for Optimus to look up at him. "I'm sorry, for what it's worth."

"I am too, you deserved to see the end of the War."

[connor-dioda]

The Jo-Sparks of the SBR-verse! Though here, they exist in the same timeline and setting as Jo-Prime and kin, and are indierectly granted Jo-Prime's power following his demise at the hands of Dio and his Decepticons.

[terriblyrenderedenigma]

The Coveted Star

(A/n: This is my first little attempt at a little transformers blurb of Megatron x OC/Self insert who will be greatly elaborated upon in later posts. Just thought id dip my toes in the water here.)

Tags: Nonspecific Transformers continuity (As of current at least, leaning towards TFA, or maybe changing context and interaction before going earthspark) Description: Megatron trying to persuade a human turned unaffiliated bot into joining the Decepticons. Word Count: 637 Warnings: Probably ooc Megatron x Fem oc/self-insert; Probably confusing lore but will have an oc lore dump post laterrr; brief corpse mention but not serious; Religious Imagery - hell mention; slight xenophobia; eye strain because colored text; probably poor use of cybertronian anatomy

“Look at you! A great star in the sky among walking corpses with withering souls! You hold amazing power… it would be such a waste for you not to use it…” The dirtied grey mech held out his servo in offering to Aquarion, his broad digits scratched and deeply scarred from decades of fighting, of war. The sleek femme’s purple optics moved with trepidation from the dark flat palm of his servo, flitting across his dented plating until their optics met.

The crimson glow of his optics burned like the fires of hell that made old historians writhe in their sleep before vomiting their horrors onto withered pages in striking raven ink. If his passion was inferno, he burnt like the lake of fire he'd be condemned to for the sins he held heavy servo'd against his fellow kin. Palms bathed in enough energon alone to rejuvenate his dead and broken home...

“I cannot take a place at your side…” Aquarion’s soft tone breaks with static, vocalizer quickly correcting as she vents a heavy puff of steam. White plating shone like freshly fallen snow, violet bio-lights peeking out between the crevasses, the breaks in her armor.

Her frame ran hot. Wiring burning with unease much like the nerves that used to sting her once human flesh with sensations deeper than this by tenfold. “To take up my burdens and follow you would be to turn my back on the people that I used to be a part of.” As the words left her, a frown wormed its way across her faceplate.

“Used to. Have you not experienced the hateful gazes? The fear and scrutiny in their fleshy eyes as they look up at the form that has consumed you. Changed you-" The leader of the Decepticons arms swing out dramatically, gesturing to the femme in all her new glory. The body that held her conscious was strong and sturdy, powerful, volatile, capable! It would kill Megatron to see the potential in her circuits wasted on neutrality -- or worse, the Autobots. "-Named you Aquarion and chose you out of all your kind for a higher purpose! This is a gift... You are no longer one of them! You are one of us!” Megatron demands, the deep timbre of his voice echoing not only within the gears of his own chassis, but hers as well. There’s an echo of desperation, an anticipation to make her understand that things are not the same anymore, her life is no longer what it was and never will be again.

No longer human, but hot blooded cybertronian... "I can't-"

"Take my hand!" Megatron demands harshly now, thrusting his servo forward once more at her continued hesitance, the swift movement of his hand towards her making her massive wings flare in a defensive stir. "Take my hand, and I will show you greatness you've never known! Teach you who you were meant to be..." The roughness of his vocalizer tapering off into a tender request.

Why did he persist so strongly? Demand so insistently that she follow him? Go with him into the deep dark night into even more mystery?What fears would she have to conquer as her palm fit smoothly within his own?

What manipulation, scheming, plotting would she be forced to be a part of? The decepticons certainly weren't the kindest or truthful of all beings. But Megatron their great leader, strong, dangerous, downright terrifying to any normal human... Stood face to face with her and-

"Please."

His pleading, set in motives unknown sent her over. Aquarion relents and takes his servo firmly and without another thought.

"Alright then... why don't you show me what I can do?"

Aquarion knew not what path this choice would lead her, but she was sure of one thing. This was going to end terribly.

[cozzzynook]

Megatron and Optimus agree on a peace treaty and to make sure both sides hold up their end of the deal they decide to bond their creations to each other.

Megatron has four kids Soundwave, Shadow Striker, Overlord and Tarn. He decides that when his kids are older one of them will choose to be bonded with an Autobot for the sake of peace. Instead of deciding for them because he doesn't want them to be treated differently and he wants them to decide for themselves.

Optimus on the other hand goes to the nursery sees Hot Rod, Bumblebee, and Cliffjumper sleeping together and chooses Hot Rod.

He was an accident and unlike his siblings his sire wasn't around. Optimus couldn't bring himself to choose Bumblebee or Cliffjumper because he loved their sire and he didn't want to lose them.

Hot Rod had always been a fussy sparkling and he had a hard time bonding with him because of it and because his carrying was rough.

Growing up Hot Rod always felt like an outsider because he would one day bond with a Decepticon. His carrier was always distant because he felt guilty and was saving himself from the pain of losing him when he was taken to Kaon where he'd live with his bond mate.

Everyone else already saw him as a Decepticon and treated him differently because he'd be bonded to one of them. His home never felt like a home growing up it always felt like a temporary place where he lived.

He spent his entire life learning about Kaon and the Decepticons and how to please his bond mate.

He always thought he'd been chosen because he was the oldest and thought he'd bond with Soundwave. Which is why he made sure to learn everything about him because he wanted to make sure his bond mate was happy.

Then he found out Megatron had given his kids a choice and he wondered why Optimus didn't do the same for him. That's when he learns the truth and is spark broken.

I am in love with this idea.

Big brain theoceanoasis, big brain.

Poor Hot rod.

Everyone made it obvious that he wasn’t from the same sire as his siblings and he wasn’t allowed to play with them much. He didn’t have a bond with his carrier or siblings. He mostly grew up spending his time with Ratchet and his sparklings. He didn’t act like a royal outside of classes and he didn’t always remember what his siblings looked like and sometimes he accidentally calls Ratchet carrier and Drift sire.

The only bots he misses are Ratchet and his family but he didn’t want to intrude since he wasn’t their sparkling or kin.

When he sees how close Soundwave is to his own siblings and sire he cries when alone.

He missed out on so much love growing up that he shuts himself off when he sees it. It takes him so long, years really, to accept even a fraction of affection Soundwave and his siblings give him.

Megatron is pissed at how he’s treated his sparkling and Hot rod brushes it off because he truthfully doesn’t want to go back. He doesn’t want to see those uncomfortable faces or be reminded he wasn’t wanted.

He doesn’t know affection or being wanted until Drift and Ratchet come barging demanding to see him. First aid, Red alert and Winglet are with them. He’s so shocked to learn Ratchet and Drift were okay with just uprooting themselves from home and coming to live here. They’ll spend one half of the year in autobot territory and the other half in decepticon territory.

Drift used to be Deadlock so he’s familiar with the territory and he knows Hot rod was going to be fine which is why they didn’t immediately rush to see/get him.

Hot rod is overcome honestly.

Because all these bots can show him love and care about him but his own creator couldn’t. It honestly puts him off on having any sparklings and thankfully since Soundwave has siblings its no pressure. Soundwave wants sparklings but he won’t force Hot rod who tells him he can berth who ever he wishes and that he’d claim any sparkling Soundwave has so there would be no issues.

Soundwave is…not happy how little Hot rod thinks of himself but he’s truly been gifted a kind partner and he appreciates it he does. He just wishes Hot rod saw himself the way he does.

Its easy to fall in love with the mech but its also so hard not to grab him and demand he let Soundwave give him everything his spark desires.

optimus is not allowed to step pede in the kingdom for a long time and Ratchet tries to throttle Optimus the next time he sees him