#drawing Optimus happy for my soul

[wifii]

Optimus Prime! The magical anime girl robot!✨

The Backstory for this was that I was telling my friend about official anime girl transformers figures, and they were dissapointed when they saw the pictures, because they expected figures of actual transformers but dressed as anime girls. So I couldn't not draw this

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

My Thoughts If There Was A Poll That Asked “Would Yo Kiss A Decepticon...?”

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I will try to make this quick, cause the only reason I had decided to sign back in before, because I notice a mistake in the post before this one, and I had to sign back in and edit it....

so yeah my thoughts if there was a poll that asks if you would kiss a decepticon....there could be different answers to this, and one of them being No Way....while others being Yes, Defiantly and Absolutely....

like it being slightly rigged, but also giving only one type of No...

 but if I guess I felt like it, I guess I would kiss a Decepticon, but only on the cheek, and not on the lips, we ain’t dating or have a soul/spark bond or whatever, so no kissy on the lips....

so yeah if I had to pick, I would pick Megatron from Earthspark, or like Knockout and Breakdown from Transformers Prime...

and the precious grape muffin that is Skywarp from Transformers Animated.

but I guess if I don’t feel like giving him a kiss, I could just try to give them the chocolate that is called a “kiss” but isn’t really the real type of kiss...

anyway, if there ever becomes a actual poll like that, I will keep my eye out for it....I don’t really know at the moment how I can do the whole make a poll on here myself, like does it have to do with the Ask Box or what...?

anyway Megatron from Earthspark, is great and he does have to put up with Himbo Prime, TFA-Optimus is more of a cinnamon roll who has no idea that his leaders are corrupted and wanted to brainwash the Decepticons into being docile.

anyway going to go back to having me time, I will sign back on later or tomorrow...and since I know some will ignore the whole “don’t reblog without permission” thing, I ain’t even gonna bother placing it on this post.

so yeah, see ya later and keep a eye out for fan theories and possibly a Crossover Ship Drawing, cause I plan to do a crossover ship drawing either later or tomorrow...

also the whole “kissing a Decepticon” would be platonic, and I guess would only be romantic if I have a small crush on one of them....

and I guess if I think about it, I wouldn’t mind kissing Swindle from TFA, you know just on the cheek, I mean if I wanted to....anyway I know this might be random and weird, but at least it’s better than the mess that had been making me unhappy, so yeah....going to have some me time...

also I might as well give up even hoping a certain thing that has to do with, well now two people instead of just one, to just stop...even if I point out how it makes me not happy, so I am just going to give up hoping for them to stop and actually understand why I put those rules there, at least I’m thankful to those who do listen about it and if they like my posts, they only like/heart it.

so yeah, I really don’t want to get into a fight or even try to get them to stop by pointing it out in a note with the post that I keep saying not to do that...so yeah, anyway with that aside, hope some like the whole possibility if there was a poll that asked “would you kiss a decepticon...?”

and who knows, maybe there will be a poll like that in the future. 

I don’t really have much to say about it, other than I think it would be interesting and about which Decepticons I would freely give a kiss to if I felt like it.                  

[pastelpaperplanes]

Big Ol Ask Post Pt. 3 I think

I haven’t drawn anything other than cursed or plain technical stuff w him 😔😔 have these for now but expect more soon!

anon a way back asked what he’d look like next to Overlord being already so big compared to Megs, that’s why you see Lordie if you’re wondering why he’s thrown in that line up!

by the way I have a voice claim for the big purple simp— Jenner from NIMH, he’s so awful but that suave baritone oh it fits too well >:] it’s the ‘humble servant’ line that got to me

Yep! Pharma is absolutely in this AU—as well as the CFau and Crack one too—and in all, he’s still an estranged medic long since booted from any legal work back on Cybertron.

He lost his credibility and more all those years ago when he found himself willing to do his fair share of cutting corners and hastily concealed malpractice to expedite his dream of getting his name down in the medical books—ultimately impressing his dear Mentor Ratchet, finally, in perfecting long-since banned risky experiments and surgeries—not to mention cruel and unusual temperament with the (supposedly) taboo practice of non-medicinal mnemosurgery.

His ambitions and aggression always got the bet of him, this hasn’t changed since he found himself working in freelance outposts. Light years away from Cybertron, he’s made a name for himself as a Good Doctor—but to his under-the-table black market part-dealing clients, he’s just about as bad as a Crooked Medic can get.

Bounty hunters and Arms Dealers like him for his business, a certain DJD member likes him for the occasional berth company and seemingly never ending supply of fresh T-Cogs—but no one actually likes him for his nasty temperamental personality, save for a young and naive Ratchet once upon a time.

Pharma is a roamer, as of recent he’s been a hard to reach mech—seems as if he’s found a little project to keep himself pretty occupied in the last few decades—something about a breakthrough for aiding the Decepticon Energon Crisis :] him and a small, horrifyingly cheerful surgeon are well on their way to completing their first trial batches, it’s safe to say that their little synthetic mixture will have it’s users sated and compliant.

they’ve got that amazing ‘new car smell’ those first few weeks, and instead of chittering like an Insecticons or vibrating their wings like a seeker—they beep and squeak, sometimes even honk a horn depending on the baseline altmode coding, to get their Creators’ attention before their vocalizer truly starts to kick online

It’s cute, but loud

Much like a seeker sparkling, they have to reach a certain ‘age’ (upgrade) to be able to transform completely, in between then they’re still able to rev those engines as a warning should they need it, as well as spin their wheels should they need a getaway HEELIES IF THEYRE LUCKY WOOHOOOOO—for seekers they can hover on their thrusters!

Crusade is actually pretty formal with Megatron. But yeah as a kid, Megs was always known as Carrier, but as Sadie got older and more aware of their surroundings—they definitely came to learn the true weight of that title and the fact that they were the progeny of the faction leader, a fact they should have really held onto with more pride. Not wanting to draw more attention to the already blatant favoritism (and nepotism) Crusade made a switch to addressing Megatron as Sir, My Lord, Lord Megatron, —ect. to better fit in with their fellow troops.

It bothers Megatron more than than he lets on. Crusade shouldn’t have to hide their high ranking as his child, the heir to the faction. Megs is their Carrier and can only order them around for so long, as their Leader however—pulling rank may just allow for their infuriatingly stubborn sparkling to listen to them should a day come where even a Carrier’s plea is dismissed.

Crusade does slip up every now and then and a ‘Carrier’ will slip—often hushed and annoyed though as Megs does like to tease every now and then, gotta remind them that they’re still his baby every once in a while :’)

Optimus however—whenever him and Crusade should truly reunite, will never be called Sire by Crusade, which they so heatedly established early on—Crusade never needed one and they don’t need one now, better to not let the title trigger those long-suppressed emotions. Sure enough though Optimus will get his moment.

actually no lmfao so you’re good! Eh, I haven’t mentioned much plot w them outside of them and Megs, plus bits of potential interactions with Optimus—so the rest of Team Prime is free game :D

For what I (hopefully will have) planned, their interactions with team Prime will be eh,,,interesting to each their own to say the least. Some more stressful than others BUT let’s not get into that until I’ve worked it out—for now I’ll just mention what they’re dynamics would be like when the drama of Oh Shit Boss Bot You’ve Been Hiding a Kid For HOW LONG has died down.

A usually touch-wary Crusade actually is the one to initiate a hug with Bulkhead, he’s the biggest and warmest and somehow is always happy to see them. Plus he tells cool recaps of Earth films and gifts them strange blobish paintings every now and then, all of which Crusade doesn’t exactly understand, but at least the colors are pretty.

Bee is annoying,,,which is what Crusade would say if confronted if they actually liked all the shenanigans Bee suggest they pull together, prank wars to the max, sparring for fun, video games?, DOUGHNUTS and RACES in the fortress halls??? Ahem. they are a super serious soldier, not a hooligan. But honestly, Bee is the one they seek out the most should they need an adventure, they missed out on a lot of this ‘fun’ growing up on the Nemesis—Bee seems to know how to balance a day of soldiering and dumbassery. sometimes.

Ratchet reminds them a bit too much of their Carrier than they’d care to admit. The medic is an old soul to his very core, perpetually tired but quick to snap into work mode, and sweet if you reallllllly squint. Sadie has been taught from day one to always respect medics, Ratchet obviously takes the cake on I’ve Seen Some Shit and for that alone Crusade both fears and admires Ratchet. Again, growing up on the Nemesis they didn’t have too many bots willing to talk much with them—but Ratchet (after he’s gone through his own lot of therapy, him AND Arcee. good lord) has a never ending pile of stories to share with them. Ratchet may throw in a few more colorful curses than necessary—which is SURPRISING bc Crusade thought they’d heard them all back home, but he’s entertaining and tells Crusade how it is, no sugarcoating. For that Crusade is grateful, there’s been too many half-truths thrown about to them in their recent years :’)

Ghost Prowl freaks them out—why does he deliberately have to be so sneaky?? Crusade has only met Prowl a fleeting handful of times (visits from the Allspark come with meaning, you know) and each time Crusade has been given nothing but odd riddles and poetic nonsense. Kidding. Prowl does like his wordplay’s but his given advice is always well meaning—the most firm and direct message Crusade has been passed though was probably most definitely “ Get those two cowards for mecha you call your Creator’s to stop fooling around with each other and SPEAK—at this rate it’s physically paining me that they haven’t begun Ritus and they’re not getting any younger”

Team Prime adores Sadie, they ask Megatron to see their sparkling photos every chance they catch him. And Crusade. hates it.

:) have

We’ve been here before, haven’t we?

[aspacepiratesprincess]

To Be One With The AllSpark

Gazing out of the large bay window, Bumblebee beheld Cybertron. It was positively radiant. After a milennia, it glittered once again. Iacon, the place Optimus Prime's upbringing itself glimmered around them as they had begun their rebuilding. War had been all the bots knew for so long; on both sides. Autobot versus Decepticon; at each other's throats for thousands upon thousands of years, and finally, the curtain came to a close. Bumblebee had survived the conflict. With little to spare but the metal on his frame, they began the long journey of repairing what once was.

Bee's time on Earth had been only a blip in the timeline, for him. It was so short, yet so palpable that every time he thought back on them, the memories felt fresh. He'd come and gone. His genesis there had been rocky.

He'd lost his memories, he'd lost his voice, was assaulted by the Decepticon known as Blitzwing, proceeding the human military...and weary from battle, he somehow found himself hiding in the garage of a human girl's some time later, surrounded by primitive technology. He was endeared by her; they became the best of friends in what felt like the short moment he was there. He'd protected her, mused with her, they'd had a new kind of fun together. Alien to him yet right. His cherished human friend. And at the end of it all, when the Decepticon signal tower had been deactivated and Optimus himself came rolling up that big red bridge, he was gone.

Yes, his time there was fleeting. He never saw Charlie again, after what transpired. His duties were elsewhere. He had responsibilities to his cause, prior engagement to his Autobot brethren. But he'd never forget her.

"Here, try this one," said Charlie, hopping onto the step-stool to pop a tape into the slot she'd improvised to him. She closed it, and suddenly, sound was playing, which Bee couldn't help but move to. He bobbed around and took in the alien noise, until she smiled and put another tape in. The Smiths, as she'd called it. Her favorite. Not his, though. He promptly ejected it and almost hit her in the face with the thing. His bad.

The footage was from his perspective, being replayed from his memory cells from over two hundred years ago. Would he still think about her at three hundred?

Charlie was with no doubt dead. She'd certainly passed away in his time after their war on Earth, but he could only hope that she didn't die in their crossfire. The door-wings on his back drooped at the thought, as did the receptors on his head as he observed his memories. While they were ending a war and working to rebuild their home, she had been quietly living out the rest of her mundane life. Human lives were so short. Bumblebee would always lament that.

His thoughts circled back to the brave Sam Witwicky, who had taken Charlie's place in Bumblebee's life twenty years later. Who was regarded highly among the Autobots for his help, and regarded highly by Bee for his character. Frends were to be made in the humans. Even if Earth had spawned their own fleshly Decepticons.

He was engrossed rewatching these sweet memories, the outliers being the ones in which Charlie was almost killed because of him, but he focused on the ones that made him happy. Giving the slip on an officer in a high-speed chase, demolishing the car of the person who'd disrespected her. Fun times. There wouldn't be anything like it again.

Behind him, Optimus entered the room, and the old bot stopped for a second, watching Bee as he bittersweetly reminisced.

Charlie, tiny compared to Bee, hugged him for the last time. She rested her chin on his shoulder. His spark fell as he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her, careful to not squeeze.

Naturally, Bee had thought that their journey would continue together, because that was how it should have been, right? They were partners, now. They'd been through a lot in their short time together. What role she would come to play in their quest for the AllSpark if she had gone with him, he didn't even know. But parting from her there was akin to when he watched his homeworld become but a speck in the galaxy from his escape pod on his lonely mission. He would miss her.

"Thank you—for—giving me—my voice," chattered his radio, stitching together whatever he could scan. She shed a tear, and knowing that it was time to go, he transformed. Into a handsome yellow Camaro, which Charlie was shocked to find out. He laughed to himself when she asked in disbelief if he could have been a Camaro that whole time. Down on the bridge, he saw Optimus come into view, the bulky red and blue semi truck. That was his signal that it was farewell. His mirrors shifted to put Charlie in sight, and he pulled out over the hill, leaving her in his rearview.

Bee didn't even have the tech she had retrofitted to him then. A lot of his parts had been damaged and replaced, though his voice module not yet repaired...he didn't have anything of their friendship left but these recordings. Shaking his head, Bee shut off the footage and turned to the bot in the doorway, who he'd known had been there. Charlie was definitely gone, Bee thought. That prompted a question he hadn't yet thought of. Standing before him was none other than their leader, presumably having come to check one of the many monitors and terminals.

"Optimus," Bee started, looking up to his leader. His optics shifted to meet Optimus' who waited for him to continue. His next question took Optimus by surprise: "Do you know what happens to human beings when they die?"

Optimus stared down at his scout, unsure as to how to answer such a question. He did not know. Did humankind have sparks like they did? Was their "soul" the true equivalent to their spark? Optimus knew the fate of Cybertronians. When their life was extinguished, they would become one with the AllSpark. Perhaps even Primus was somewhere along that way. But he couldn't say with any certainty just what happened to humans when they passed. They had their version of God. Was it all the same being, wrapped in different cloaks? Or were Humans and Cybertronians fundamentally different down to the core?

Optimus stood tall as ever, yet mellowly admitted: "I do not know, Bumblebee."

There was a pause in which Bee thought. The words eventually came to him. "Does that mean there's a chance?" he asked, dubious with a glimmer of hope in his bright optics.

Though stoic, Optimus's expression indicated a questioning of what Bee was saying. "A chance she has joined the AllSpark?" he finished for him. It was almost absurd. But Optimus truly did not know. "Only Primus and The Cube know such things, I'm afraid," he said. Bee visibly deflated, drawing away slightly from him. Optimus had heard his tales of this "Charlie", who had woken Bee from stasis and inadvertently brought their plans back on course. Who knew how long he would have remained powered down in that junkyard if she hadn't? Optimus wasn't sure of the extent to which Bee had gotten attached to her, but now that the fighting was over and Bee had the time to feel sorry over things of the past, it seemed to have come back to bother him.

After all, nobody liked a question gone unanswered.

Optimus put a gentle hand on the scout's shoulder, a gesture that he'd adopted over the years. "But, it is of my personal belief that we Cybertronians and humans are not so unlike. Though we may have different vessels, on the inside, we may the same. I think her...spark has been reintegrated, as we will all be, one day."

The unknown wasn't all appealing to Bee, but Optimus's wisdom went undisputed for the humble scout. Bee could be content with that answer. If they would all end up at the same place in the end, he didn't need to worry. Death was just a part of life, and it was coming for him some day, too. Thousands, maybe millions of years...but his spark would indeed be reabsorbed, in due time.

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I know the Autobots didn't return to Cybertron at the end of Bayformers, but what if we mashed that and Transformers: Prime's story together a bit? Idk I just like the scene of Bee looking out at Cybertron lol. The setting doesn't matter to this blurb, anyway.

The original version of this is still on my page here but I added some stuff and reposted because I felt like it :)

[the-entertaining-spacemans-club]

Insulting Romance

A/N: Let’s kick this blog revival off with a holiday appropriate shitfic eh? It’s an old one from the depths of my google doc hell, and it’s involving a mixed up ship mess from a very old dead multi-fandom roleplay forum.  Characters involved: Dean (SPN Canon), Sam (SPN Canon), Maebh (SPN OC), Deadpool (Marvel Canon), Fives (Star Wars Canon), SD-630 (Star Wars OC). Warnings: none, there’s mild threats of bodily harm and sexual jokes but nothing actually happens.

“Hey, you ready to go yet? Sam is freaking out being alone with Maebh.” His voice echoed up the stairs with mild annoyance etching his words.

“I don't get it, isn't this weird earth holiday all about couples? Shouldn't he not want you there? Why am I being dragged along?” Her questions barely preceded her down the stairs as she asked them in rapid succession.

“It is, it’s a dumb ‘earth holiday’ but Sam likes her and I'm just in it for the free lunch and to keep him from being… Well, Sammy.” Shrugging he leaned against the lobby wall and occupied himself with his obsolete car keys oblivious to being watched from the stairwell.

“Doesn't explain why I'm going… I don't want to be stuck in some pink plastered café surrounded by grotesque displays of adoration and happy couples.” She made a fake puking sound as she came into view to emphasize her point.

“You jealous? That's cute coming from little miss ‘let me introduce your face to my fist’. C’mon, we’ll cash in on a free lunch, make fun of all the happy couples, and then go drown our loneliness at the bar. It’ll be fun.” Alerted by the proximity of her voice he looked up in time to provide a lop sided convincing grin before ducking to avoid the boot thrown at his face.

“I'm not jealous!” Closing the distance between them she grabbed her boot and stepped back to sit on the steps to put it back on. “I just like to keep my food in my stomach where it belongs. Republic Clones and Jedi are bad enough on their own, Republic Clones and Jedi in love, out in public, on a romantic holiday? Throw me to a sarlacc please.” She couldn’t have rolled her eyes any harder as she let her thoughts stray to the blonde Jedi that had stepped in and shoved her out of the picture with a certain clone captain that she had since been avoiding.

“Uh huh… Either way, let’s go, I'm starving.” With that he opened the door and stepped out of the apartment complex into the sunny streets of the island's main town.

“Still never answered me. Don't you have any other friends you could drag along to this torture?” Catching up to him she nudged him playfully.

“None that are single, and I'm sure Jett would just love if I invited Teal along.” Rolling his eyes and dragging out Jett’s name unfavorably he continued, “Which leaves Maebh, who’s already there, and, oh look, you. So can you lighten up just a little and have fun for a change? Or are you programmed to not have fun?” 

“I'm a stormtrooper not a droid, I am perfectly capable of having fun.” With an almost growl like reply she nearly shoved him into a wall as they walked.

“Right, prove it then short stack.” Stopping at a door covered in hearts he grinned and opened it to a cacophony of slow soulful music, giggling chatter, and a familiar red masked mercenary singing along to Frank Sinatra’s The Way You Look Tonight. 

“Damn, Wade outdid himself this time…” Ignoring the jab at her height, or lack there of standing next to the 6’ giant beside her, she scanned the crowded diner until she spotted the date they were crashing. “Look, there’s Sam and Maebh, so glad they took the corner booth, no one has to see me here with you on this puke worthy holiday.” 

“See you with me? I’m the embarrassing one? Didn’t you wreck your chances with a certain clone by being the embarrassing one?” Swaggering along beside her he nodded and grinned at each person that looked up at the pair of them with expressions of confusion or shock. 

“I did not! He was a pushover and that saber wielding witch used her damn dirty jedi mind tricks on him I know it.” She hissed as she slid into the booth seat opposite Sam and Maebh before narrowing her eyes at him for additional confirmation that he was being an idiot in her opinion. “You really know how to treat a lady don’t you?”

“A lady? Where?” He slid into the booth seat and immediately doubled over to rub his shin under the table. “Dude, ow.” His previous grin was replaced by a look of shocked indignation as he glared at his brother sitting across from, ignoring the muffled chuckling coming from both women at the table.

“That's not a very clever pick up line, no wonder you're single.” The blonde managed between her stifled laughs.

“I'm single. You're single. Coincidence? I think not.” he leaned over closer to her smiling broadly with a wink.

“Ok, if you are going to start that right now, you two are going to have to find your own table.” Sam coughed drawing their attention back to the collective group.

“Hey, you asked me to be here, I wasn't going to suffer alone. Besides, I figured maybe you could tell me, you ever danced with her?” His usual cocky grin secured in place as he asked.

“No… Why?” Sam, as well as Maebh and SD, stared at him with mixed looks of confusion and worry.

“I just figured someone that’s hot as hell, had to have danced with the devil a time or two.” The trio of groans were accompanied by howling laughter from the next table over, garnering their attention to see who was listening in on their conversation.

“Oi, Fives, unless you want to eat blaster bolts and leave your date with the check, act like this entire table doesn’t exist. Got it?” SD glared between Sam and Maebh at the clone trooper sitting behind them.

“Don't be like that SD, I'm sure your date wouldn't enjoy you taking time away from him to kick my ass today. I think it’s kinda sweet you found someone to share this earth holiday with.” Fives smiled while draping his arm over his own dates shoulder smirking back at her.

“My date?!” the rest of his words fell on deaf ears as her eye twitched in aggravation. “Move your ass Dean, I'm going to make him eat those words.” 

“Ouch, shot down by the droid captain herself. Knew you didn't have a heart SD.” With a wink he turned back to his table and continued to focus on his date.

“I really hope you got health insurance Fives, cause you're going to need an entire hospital to help you when I'm done with you!” Trying to physically push Dean out of the way she was determined to at the very least punch the clone in the face a few times if not outright stab him.

“Hey, if you were a droid, at least you'd be a HOT-obot. Can I just call you Optimus Fine?” Wiggling his eyebrows in a jesting manner he tried to defuse the situation before SD really did get up to start a fight with Fives.

“Wow Dean, and I thought we would be the ‘gross cute couple’ present. That was just, wow man.” Sam shook his head as Deadpool sauntered over with a tray of drinks in hand to take their order.

“So what can I get the barbershop quartet of murder and mayhem today?” Setting down the tray, he handed a beer to Dean, a glass of water to Sam, and a soda to either SD and Maebh. Tucking the now empty tray under his arm he smoothed out his apron. It was a baby pink thing with red hearts printed across that worked better than Dean's latest pick up line as both women at the table started laughing, even Sam and Dean couldn't help but chuckle.

“We all know you don't do menus, so what's the special today?” Maebh asked after composing herself.

“I'm glad you asked! Today we've got every assortment of pasta you could imagine, I highly recommend the spaghetti to share,” even with his hood on, his eyebrows raising suggestively did not go unnoticed, “as well as all the usual dishes. I focused more on the desserts than the entrees. Sundaes, giant brownies, cheesecakes, basically anything you can imagine is being whipped up!” 

“I don't know what ‘the usual dishes’ are… I'm assuming Earth food?” SD asked with one brow quirked displaying her obvious confusion at everything being said.

“Do you have Alfredo in that ‘every assortment’ of pastas? Been awhile since I had a good Alfredo. You'd probably like it SD, it’s just noodles and sauce.” Maebh gave her order and offered her suggestion to SD.

“Actually that sounds pretty good, make that two please.” Sam chimed in before Deadpool had a chance to answer. Without bothering to verbally confirm their order, he pulled a notepad from his apron pocket and jotted down before looking at Dean and SD.

“I don't even know what pasta is in the first place…”

“You wouldn't like Alfredo, it’s basically vegetarian. You’ll want something with red sauce, more meat.” Dean interjected knowing that someone with a love for carnage like the captain sitting beside him would not be a fan of anything even remotely vegetarian. 

“So the spaghetti to share for the killer couple, got it!” Deadpool didn't give them time to reject his choice for them before he skirted away from their table shouting towards the kitchen “I NEED TWO GREENS PEACE PLATES AND ONE LADY AND THE TRAMP!” 

“Oh hell, he better bring that out on separate plates I swear.” Dean sighed as he took a drink of his beer, grateful the mercenary always magically knew what everyone wanted to drink at least.

“Don't count on it.” Sam chuckled from his side of the table.

“While we're waiting, I got another question for you.” The second the words were out of Dean's mouth Maebh hung her head knowing no good was going to come from his statement.

“Uh, what?” Already not looking forward to whatever stupid thing he was about to say.

“Is that a mirror in your pocket?” With one brow raised and his shit eating grin back in place he waited for her answer.

“No?” Looking down at her pants oblivious to the punch line she wondered why he would have asked that.

“Because I can practically see myself in them.” His other brow raised as he mimicked Deadpool earlier suggestive eyebrow wiggle.

“You'd have better luck seducing her blaster man!” Fives chimed in between laughs.

“Both of you can shut your mouths right now!” She hissed as it dawned on her what he said. “I only came along because you sounded so pathetic and desperate when you asked. This isn't a date, we are not involved romantically or casually, cut it out Dean.” 

“Oh come on, lighten up!” Playfully nudging her shoulder trying to get her out of the sour mood she was in he added, “I just like to stay on top of things. Want to be one of them?” 

“You're going to get stabbed-” Sam started up before Maebh interjected.

“Or shot.”

“Yes, or shot, and ruin the day for everyone here. I'm sorry he's like this SD. He's never had a woman actually say yes to spending Valentine's Day with him and it's clearly gotten to his head.” Sam explained trying to justify his brother's behavior and lower the tension. 

“How sad, makes sense though.” She didn't elaborate and even looked out the window when she caught the confused look on Dean's face.

“How the hell?” He asked looking from SD to Sam and Maebh completely bewildered.

“Because on a scale from one to ten, you're a one, and I'm the nine you need.” A slight smirk crept across her face as she refrained from looking back at him in a poor attempt to keep from laughing. Maebh cracked up though at her retaliation and in turn she couldn't help but start laughing as well.

“Oh! The stormtrooper thinks she's got jokes! That's pretty cute coming from someone who must've sat in a pile of sugar.” He almost started laughing when she scooted over in the seat to see if he was being serious or not. “Because you've got a pretty sweet ass.” 

“Tell me something I didn't know Darth Obvious.” With an amused snort she picked up her soda before noticing Deadpool coming back towards them with a tray of food. “Oh good, at least if your mouth is full you can't make anymore dumb jokes.”

“I got something that could fill your mouth.” He muttered quietly as he watched her start choking on her drink. 

“What the kark!” Having nearly snorted out her drink through her nose she had to take a moment to get her breath back as Deadpool set out their plates.

“Alfredo for you, Alfredo for you, and please wait until you're back at your own place before you start choking on things that are hard to swallow SD, my other patrons don't need to see that.” Setting down their large shared plate of spaghetti he made a quick exit away from their table to go check on other lunch dates before SD could retaliate amidst the rest of their table laughing heartily. 

Still coughing on her drink she could only glare at him as he walked off before she could reply or at least throw a knife at him. She knew it wouldn't have done any real damage to him, but it would have made her feel better that even he had gotten a jab in at her expense. 

“Hey, calm down, you'll want to save your energy for tonight after all.” Dean grinned as Sam and Maebh groaned. 

“Can you at least keep it clean so I can keep my food down?” Sam pleaded as he took a bite of his food and mumbled about how good it was, to which Maebh mumbled back around a bite herself. 

“I make no promises, it's hard to keep it clean when you've got a health hazard sitting next to you.” 

“Hey Dean?” The almost innocent nature of her question was concerning all on its own.

“Yeah?” Watching her nervously he had a nagging thought in the back of his mind to get out of the way but he stayed sitting anyways.

“You dropped something.” Looking past him at the floor beside their booth she kept up the casual tone and calm façade.

“What?” Following her gaze he didn't see anything and became confused. “No I didn't?”

“Yeah, you did…” taking advantage of him leaning towards the floor, she shoved him out of the seat before adding “your standards.” While he flailed futility to try and keep himself from falling, she took a bite of the weird mess of food sitting before her and grinned. “At least your taste in food isn't terrible.”

“You just called yourself low standard, you know that right?” He asked as he got back into his seat.

“I never said mine were great either.” She muttered as they continued to eat their meals with minimal conversation. 

When their plates were mostly empty, and after a short battle for the last meatball, Deadpool came back around with drink refills. “And what can I get you all to satisfy your sweet tooth? Brownies? Ice cream? Both? Cake? Pie? -”

Almost simultaneously SD and Dean's faces lit up at the mention of pie as they perked up and asked “Pie?” Gaining them a chuckle from Sam and Maebh who both knew Dean loved pie more than any other food except maybe burgers. Looking from Deadpool to one another skeptically they spoke up at the same time again.

“You actually know what pie is?!”

“Pie is an Earth food?!”

“If I hadn't already met God, I'd think he was real now. A woman after my own heart.” He wiped away a fake tear as Deadpool took the moment to throw a handful of candy hearts in the air above them bringing both out of their shock to glare up at him in annoyance as the hard candies pelted them mercilessly. 

“What the kark Deadpool! What are these things?” SD hissed as she picked one up and saw that it had words on it. “Cutie Pie? Is this some kind of joke?” 

“The only joke here is that you might have actually found someone SD.” Fives piped up after being silent for too long. “Ouch! Those things hurt!” He ducked down before she could throw another one at the back of his head.

“So I think it's obvious they want pie, but can we get a Sunday please?” Maebh interjected before SD and Fives started up again.

“Of course! All the toppings?” He asked, looking at Sam and Maebh ignoring SD and Dean shaking candy hearts out of their shirts.

“Yeah? Sam?” She asked not sure if he had any allergies she should be considerate of.

“Anything you want, I'm not a big dessert person anyways.” Seeing the slightly dejected look at his words he quickly added “I'll still have a few bites though.” 

“HEY SLADE I NEED A BANANA BOAT AND A COUPLE SLICES OF YOUR GRANDMA'S BLUE RIBBON!” He shouted as he started down the row of booths to take other dessert orders and shower more unknowing patrons with hard sugary treats.

“Seriously though, what are these things?” SD asked the rest of the table as she picked a few more up to read them. Pulling a disgusted face at one that read 'soul mates’ before flicking it away from her.

“They're candy with silly messages printed on them,” Maebh answered as she picked a few up to read as well. “Though there's some X-rated ones mixed in… not surprising coming from Deadpool though.” 

“Hey, SD…” Dean held out a heart that clearly Deadpool had somehow managed to make and mix into the regular cutesy ones that read ‘nice ass’. 

With a grin she picked through the ones on the table and held one up in reply 'eat me’. Of course she had meant it in a 'go fuck yourself’ kind if way not knowing it was intentionally one of the dirty ones mixed in.

“If you insist, we'll need that pie to go though.” Leaning closer to her he held out another ‘lets bang!’.

“I may not have a heart, but know a few other ways to get blood pumping.” She grinned as she spoke up enough for Fives to hear. The resounding sputtering of a drink was all the response she needed to start laughing her ass off. For additional effect, added for Sam and Maebh's benefit, while pushing Dean out of the booth she tacked on a “Sorry to have to bail on you guys early, but I can think of better places to enjoy a slice of pie among other things.”

“Wait, seriously?” Stunned by what was going on he didn't really have the mental capacity to object or question her as she flagged down Deadpool and dragged him along. 

“What just happened?” Maebh asked Sam, equally confused.

“Dean just met his match is what just happened.” He chuckled as he leaned back into the booth seat to relax.

[vegalocity]

So kind of a weird question but how do you come up with some of your crossover ships? Is it something you think up on purpose (like, 'I like this character so I wanna cross them over with a different one' and think on it til you find a good match) or does it just sort of hit you out of no where sometimes?

I wouldn’t call it wierd! I do admit a lot of my crossovers can be kind of out of left feild at times, so wanting to know the thought process makes sense. 

It’s actually a pretty wierd/long answer so it’s under a cut.

TL;DR The Ships i particularly care about are always incidental to the crossover story i have in mind, and the stories themselves come out through strings between franchises on a worldbuilding level i either made myself because of some wierd psychological block i made as a child or simply considering how the world of one series would work in relation to one of arguably a different genre.

And also i’m super weak to Sci Fantasy as a genre and since no one writes those damn stories i have to crossover sci fis and fantasies to make it happen.

It’s pretty heavily rooted in how I used to view shows and engage with fandom. See back when the gender binary was getting me down when i was in my early teens, i felt really weird about liking things that were angled towards boys. And since i’d only just started existing in fandom spaces beyond favoriting every single art on deviantart and just started reading fic, it felt extra wierd. So something i would do when reading fic of, say, Transformers Animated, is that i would take the roles and personalities of the characters and translate them to Sailor Senshi in my mind so that i’d feel less embarrassed about reading fic.

Optimus Prime= Sailor MoonBumblebee= Sailor VenusUltra Magnus=Sailor Pluto (keep your eye on this one)Megatron= Galaxia

And so on and so fourth. So when the weird shame began to fade and the characters were allowed to be themselves in my mind, i had all of these affiliations i had no idea what to do with. So I made my first crossover fic. It was p. bad, I would rather not get into it, But as i’d been writing I’d considered if the Autobots were involved somehow in the Chaos War, or if the Great War was just Cybertron’s part in the entire Chaos War, according the allspark almanac Kinmoku is a recognized planet for them, so they’d at least be tangentially aware of princess Kakyuu and the Starlights. 

So then i plotted out a fic that took place during the Silver Millenium that was essentially ‘to celebrate the newfound peice Queen Serenity invites Ultra Magnus and all the other war veterans we know of to a party on the Moon’

It featured one tiny scene where Pluto was allowed to join the party and she and Magnus forewent the dancing and simply talked to eachother all night, happy to have someone to simply share in conversation with. And that’s how Sailor Pluto/Ultra Magnus as a ship came to be. It wasn’t the first one I made, that was Raphael/Sailor Saturn, but that had been made more as a desire for more female characters in TMNT and it was made to better streamline imaginary games when my friends wanted to play ninja turtles and my buddy Alex had already claimed being April.

But the transformers one is the one that matters, because that worldbuilding, the way the worlds flow together inspired how i made crossovers entirely. The first step is always on a worldbuilding level. It’s never out of a desire for ships, but rather a desire to mess around with worldbuilding. The ships are always incidental to the crossover. I didn’t start crossing Magical Girl Series with BNHA just for ships, I wanted to see how Magical Girls could feasibly still exist in a world of quirks and pro heroes, then i wondered how they’d stay hidden so they wouldn’t be arrested for vigilantism, then i thought it would be hilarious if one of the most ‘sparkly power of love’ magical girls ever saved one of the UA kids from her respective Evil Magical enemies.

So from there ‘Bakugou Katsuki is saved by Wedding Peach’ Becomes an easy conclusion to draw. It was initially just supposed to be a oneshot where it happens, she erases his memory, and leaves. That was it. it wasn’t until i started wondering how he’d react to figuring out someone messed with his memories that the series began, as well as the ship. So birthed Flooding the Sky (and Blurring the Darkness)

All the Star crossover ships are much the same, i went in just wanting to see how Star would act if she was sent to THIS Earth instead of the Earth with Marco and Jackie and Echo Creek. Which through  the same type of shenanigans was how Stiro, Starhunk and ChloStar all began. 

Though most of the bnha/Star Vs stuff was, for the most part, a little more for the Star Vs Metaverse than my actual crossover collection, the sheer volume of different timeline crossover ships was odd considering we made them FOR the crossover kids we wanted, which was odd since i’d only ever had one crossover child before this (Re:Pluto and Ultra Magnus) I made Dekustar to give Sandy a first mate on the SS crossover, Someone else Suggested Kouki so Hekugou was now in the same timeline, Someone else made Jackieroki for a third child to complete that timeline’s trio, I made Freya and subsequently Bakustar for a joke, Tsustar was made a thing simply as a need for Star to have at least one son in one timeline. And most recently @gererrin and I made a different branching path for Star/Todoroki (I mean RECENTLY like two nights ago i don’t even have a ship name for them yet) 

But the timeline that I’ve actually found interesting beyond the child involved was in fact TenStar. And like the ships before it, it came from the story and my writer’s brain, not the creative demands of my artist brain. I considered what would happen when Star starts going through Mewberty at UA, since she couldn’t be let loose, was there a more peaceful way to ease someone through Mewberty? Who would volunteer to take her to the nurse’s? Momo because she’s staying with her before the dorms become a thing? or would Tenya, being Class Rep take it upon himself since there doesn’t seem to be a Nurse’s aid in their class?

then I wrote An Earthling’s Guide to Dealing with Mewberty and TenStar swallowed my soul in a way the others just weren’t quite able to. Because unlike the others, it was made as an extension to the story not with an end result in mind. While i did eventually make a next gen kid for them, what mattered more to me was the actual ship, so that seems to be my formula when creating crossover ships.

Wonder how two franchises could possibly be the same Earth

Worldbuild the hell out of it

plot out a simple yet economic story of how canon characters could/would interact

notice either the opportunity for a quality love story, or a particular amount of chemistry between characters

ship it

[mycarhasasecret]

For: @optimustfp

My birthday is the day before this ends, so I was hoping you could do this for me! (A/N: Happy early birthday!) My first love would be Optimus Prime. I love him because he is very kind, generous, good-hearted, and last but not least, handsome(though I care more about personalities). I feel as if I relate to him most (this is TFP Optimus Prime btw). My second is Megatron. I really like him a lot because I can see a good side to him, which comes out later on (TFP Megatron). I adore Optimus, I adore loyalty, and I adore kindness. My biggest thing I do not approve of if disregard, degrading, and chaos.  I like to draw, to read, and to do horse-back riding. I am a straight female, and hope to be paired with Optimus. Ratchet would be a friend, and so would Arcee.

I romantically pair you with: TFP Optimus Prime!

He has a gentle way, and can see the calm soul in you. He helps you find the soft spots in every hard situation. Optimus constantly thanks you for the patience you have for his situation, and can easily find the same kindness you find in him.

I platonically pair you with: TFP Bumblebee!

Bumblebee wishes he could be more like you. He’s a fighter for loyalty and equality, as well, and marvels at your ability to persistently stand against it. You find the good in everyone, something he’s working on. He’ll often come to you for advice, and will comfort you in times of distress.

[anonymous-human]

May i ask for a bayverse match up? (this is gonna be long af and in many parts because i dont know how to describe myself simply) im 158cm female, pisces and infp-t. I have short wavy-curly-straight mix hair that is very dark dark brown. Currently i have a side shave but am growing it out. Ive been told i have very pretty brown eyes. Im a romani if that matters. I have a full/thick hourglass figure. Part. 1

I always get excited and happy when i see birds outside, doesn’t matter what kind of bird it is. I have three birds of my own and i wake up with them at 6-7am every morning and i wouldn’t have it any other way. I love and appreciate all kinds of art and i myself play the piano and violin and draw a lot. I’ve been called the voice of reason by my friends and an often the peace bringer when things start to go south. I have also been called an old soul by many people. I am extremely shy and reserved and will not speak unless spoken to or unless i know you well. I have PTSD from emotional and verbal abuse from my childhood that involved many people telling me how worthless i am and how i should die; i ALWAYS think I am stupid and a burden. I hate the way i look but more so i hate my personality and me as a person.I am very protective of my older brother and we know each other so well we don’t need words for communication.I have a very hopeless view of the world.

(STOP THAT SHIT. Now. Self-hate is common, but never really worth it! LISTEN TO ME KID, don’t be like me! You still got time! I'm 23 years old and I've wasted my entire life. More like ‘been wasted my entire life’. Haha.

but seriously, if you want or need help, I'm always open to listen.)

Anyway, off to a better note, I ship you with…

Bayverse Optimus!

He finds you excitement with bird fascinating, he has seen a lot of humans bicker about how the birds in the morning are so annoying to them. he’ll ask about birds and what you know about them. they are fascinating creatures, aren’t they? 

He really encourages your interests at peace time. The piano and violin are foreign to him, but he likes the sound of classical earth music, so he doesn’t mind listening to you play when you want to. and drawing is always fun, he never really done much art, but if you can convince him to relax he’ll happily stop and try to draw something. he isn’t really good, and he gets just a bit nervous, but he’ll always praise what you have drawn.

He likes your peaceful nature when it comes to fights and such. He really likes that about you. and you’ve been called an old soul, which pretty much means you’ll have trouble fitting in sometimes, but you’ll often have the unparalleled wisdom to share. and “wisdom isn’t granted, it is earned, sometimes at a cost.” (Optimus Prime quote, yay).

and when it comes to you feeling horrible about yourself, he’ll always have something to say, he’ll always try to get you to feel better, at any cost. he’ll listen to you talk about your life and your PTSD. He’ll feel really bad, and if you break down he’ll hold you in his hand and rub your back as he tells you your fine now, you’re surrounded by loved ones, and that’s all that matters. Him, your brother, and everyone else. You mean something to them.

Optimus Prime is a symbol of hope, and he’s known for giving the hopeless hope. Perhaps he will give you hope, too.

[sparkpulse-blog]

Let’s Talk Headcanons: Sparklings, Part 1! How is babby formed?

Whelp! This is going to be a fun one! After having a blast explaining it to a few people, only to realize that my hands are cramping afterwards, I’ve decide to write out my personal sparkling headcanon for all to read. “Children” have existed, so to speak, in the Transformers franchise since about 1986, when The Movie introduced a few nameless robotic kids running around and laughing happily right before Unicron devoured their world (really, though, why did they show those kids...) and then, later in the film, an orphaned youth the Autobots found on Quintessa... Wheelie. While no explanation of Wheelie’s birth was offered, it’s fairly well-known that the official bio stated that his parents were killed when their ship crashed on the planet. Iiiinteresting...

Later on, the Beast Wars franchise made frequent references to “ancestors,” namely that Optimus Primal is actually a direct descendant of Optimus Prime. Bayverse introduced the idea that Transformers could potentially hatch from eggs... and then, in comic media, gave us breast-feeding Megatron... um? Let’s be honest here, the part of the fandom that is aware of that factoid... well, at least some of us aren’t sure if want. Transformers: Animated teased us with a glimpse of an infant-looking protoform that would become the techno-organic Sari... but never actually got to explain where she came from. And then IDW’s special Silent Light gave everyone a sudden flood of information compared to the brief touches of the previous continuities. We actually got an explanation of what Cybertronian babies could look like, how they could develop... but still no explanation of how they’re made. Well, we know me! That’s where my processors kick it into overdrive!

So right off the bat I’m going to start by disappointing fans of pregnant robots or eggs... I do not subscribe to either, thank you very much, Michael. To me, part of the fascination of Transformers is that they are machines that live, and think, and feel... they are not organic beings, even though they have life. They are alien robots from another world. And I love looking at all the ways that they could be like us, but I also love the ways they could be different...and I feel like the differences should really, really take precedence when it comes to young. Fortunately there’s something I can hinge my theory around... the fact that a Cybertronian’s soul is synonymous with it’s heart, a real, physical thing it holds inside of itself. The spark is a source of fascination and, yes, some romanticism for me... and I see it as the inevitable source of any life that is created between two lovers. So let’s get started on how the babe is made!

If you read my post about sparkmates and sparkbinding then you might have noted, at the end, that I hypothesize that sparklings get their name because they come from interactions between spark-bound sets.This, of course, makes them more rare in some continuities than others, hence why Whirl needed affirmation that he was holding what he thought he was holding. The process starts thus; in the act of spark-merging/bonding/sharing/whatever verb you prefer, of course, energy gets passed back and forth between the two (or more) partners. It gets shared, it builds, it passes back and forth. If the push and pull of energy is even, with all partners contributing equally, then everything gets spread around evenly, a great time is had by all, and you have a happy couple or trine all curled up together purring and feeling loved by the end of it.

However, what happens when the push and pull is not even? Sometimes a partner can get too excited and either push into their bondmate or pull against them, trying to draw more of their lover’s energy towards themselves. When this happens, of course, there goes that lovely balance... one spark inevitably ends up taking in an excess of energy and gets a bit of a buzz. If the connection is broken before the balance is restored, one of two things will happen... either the over-fed partner will be highly energetic for a while, until the excess dissipates... or the excess will begin to concentrate on or around the spark, condensing to a point where it forms a bud. A ‘bud’ is a growth on the spark where the energy collected from the bond partner or partners hasn’t quite broken up. It’s a little too “solid” for the spark to break it down... but growing it from there is another story entirely. Essentially, once a bud forms, a Cybertronian has conceived.

Clearly this visual is totally unnecessary, because this is a pretty simple concept, but I was really having fun doodling sparks so there we go.

Now at this point a Cybertronian has conceived, yes, and can proceed to make a baby... but! They aren’t doing it alone! This isn’t like most organic species where the biological father of an offspring makes it to conception and then the mother takes it from there... a Cybertronian carrier cannot carry the spark to term alone, namely because a lone Cybertronian can’t generate the spark energy to feed the bud by themselves. Buds do not grow on their own. They stay the size they are for however long until more energy is given to them... and this, of course, is done by the Cybertronian sire or sires engaging in yet more spark-sharing with the carrier, this time more deliberately pushing energy into the carrying spark. The sire is now deliberately feeding energy to their mate, and only through that excess energy can the bud begin to grow. There is no set time for how long this can take. A bud that is not fed can last for years affixed to the parent, and will happily grow again once it’s fed regardless of time passed. On the flip side, if the parents decide they really, really want this kid out fast, well... the more contact, the faster it grows. At this point, it all comes down to planning.

As a note on planning, or the lack thereof rather, it is actually pretty uncommon for a Cybertronian that is part of a pair to conceive by accident. It can happen, but it takes one partner being either particularly pushy or particularly clingy, in excess, for that to occur. Accidents are a bit more common with trines, however, when two partners can overpower a third without realizing it.

So now there is a budding new spark, and parents to feed it and make it grow... but no body to put it in. And there will not be a body until one is provided... Cybertronians are not mammals, they don’t create tiny Cybertronians inside of themselves. This is where a bit of outside help comes in... as we discuss the birth and development of sparklings in the next post, because this one is fragging long enough already!

So before I round up part one, let’s have some random headcanons about carrying that hopefully won’t expand this too much...

Sparklings usually share a closer bond with the carrier, since they were more connected to that spark than that of the sire(s) while being carried. With that in mind, a carrier who puts more time and energy into a hobby while carrying is more likely to be able to share that hobby with their offspring later.

Carrier activity and stress levels are two of the most important factors that can influence the growth of a new spark. Because of this, while many Cybertronians would prefer a heavily-armored parent carry, just as often a smaller bot with a less stressful day-to-day routine will be the one to carry. Many Cybertronians believe that parents with high stress levels can lead to young with anxiety issues, so quite often the siring parent will go to great lengths to assure their partner’s comfort. Oddly, there is no actual evidence to support this.

A spark with a bud is really, really obvious when you look into the chamber. Like, visibly so. At the very least, it means less tests are required to determine if a spark-merging took... aiming a few energy readings at the bud is typically more than enough to confirm.

While the debate rages as to whether listening to classical music during pregnancy does anything for a human, for a Cybertronian it actually does seem to have a positive impact on the budding spark and how well it stabilizes itself as it grows. What nobody can figure out is whether this is because of the music itself, or if the bud simply picks up on the parent spark’s positivity about doing something good for the baby...

And that’s it for this post! I have no idea how long part two is going to take to prepare, so wish me luck!

[aspacepiratesprincess]

One With The AllSpark

Gazing out of the large bay window, Bumblebee beheld Cybertron. It positively radiant. After a milennia, it glittered once again. War had been all the bots knew for so long. On both sides. Autobot versus Decepticon; at each other's throats for thousands upon thousands of years, and finally, the curtain came to a close. Bumblebee had survived the conflict.

Bee's time on Earth was only a blip in the timeline, for him. It was so short, yet so palpable that every time he thought back on them, they felt fresh. He'd come and gone. His genesis there had been rocky. He lost his memories, his voice, was attacked by the military...and weary from battle, he found himself hiding in the garage of a human girl's, surrounded by primitive technology. He was endeared by her; they became the best of friends in the moment he was there. He'd protected her, mused with her, they'd had a new kind of fun together. His cherished human friend. And at the end of it all, when the signal tower had been deactivated and Optimus himself came rolling up that big red bridge, he was gone.

Yes, his time there was fleeting. He never saw Charlie again, after that. His duties were elsewhere. But he'd never forget her.

"Here, try this one," said the girl, hopping onto the step-stool to pop a tape into the slot she'd improvised to him. She closed it, and suddenly, sound was playing, which Bee couldn't help but move to. He bobbed around and took in the alien noise, until she smiled and put another tape in. The Smiths, as she'd called it. Her favorite. Not his, though. He promptly ejected it and almost hit her in the face with the thing.

The footage was from his perspective, being replayed from his memory cells from a bit over two hundred years ago. Charlie was with no doubt, dead. She'd probably passed away a hundred and thirty or so Earth years ago. The door-wings on his back drooped at the thought, as did the receptors on his head as watched. While they were ending a war and working to rebuild their home, she had been quietly living out the rest of her life. Human lives were so short. Bumblebee would always lament that.

He was engrossed rewatching these sweet memories, the outliers being the ones in which she was almost killed because of him, but he focused on the ones that made him happy. Giving the slip on an officer in a high-speed chase, demolishing the car of the person who'd disrespected his friend. Fun times.

Behind him, Optimus entered the room, and the old bot stopped for a second, watching Bee as he reminisced.

Charlie, tiny, compared to Bee, hugged him for the last time. She rested her chin on his shoulder. His spark fell as he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her, careful to not squeeze. Naturally, Bee had thought that their journey would continue together, because that was how it should have been, right? They were partners, now. They'd been through a lot in their short time together. What role she would come to play in their quest for the AllSpark if she had gone with him, he didn't even know. But parting from her there was akin to when he watched his homeworld become but a speck in the galaxy from his escape pod. He would miss her.

"Thank you—for—giving me—my voice," chattered his radio, stitching together whatever he could scan. She shed a tear, and knowing that it was time to go, he transformed. Into a handsome yellow Camaro, which Charlie was shocked to find out. He laughed to himself when she asked in disbelief if he could have been a Camaro that whole time. Down on the bridge, he saw Optimus come into view, the bulky red and blue semi truck. That was his signal that it was farewell. His mirrors shifted to put Charlie in sight, and he peeled out over the hill, leaving her in his rearview.

Bee didn't even have the tech she had retrofitted to him then. A lot of his parts had been damaged and replaced, his voice box repaired...he didn't have anything of their friendship left but these recordings. Shaking his head, Bee shut off the footage and turned to the bot in the doorway, who he'd known had been there. Charlie was definitely gone, he thought. That prompted a question he hadn't yet thought of. Standing before him was none other than their leader, presumably having come to check one of the many monitors and terminals.

"Optimus," Bee started, looking up to his leader. His optics shifted and met Optimus's, who waited for him to continue. "Do you know what happens to humans when they die?"

Optimus stared down at his scout, unsure as to how to answer such a question. He did not know. Did humankind have sparks like they did? Was their "soul" the true equivalent to their spark? Optimus knew the fate of Cybertronians. When their life was extinguished, they would become one with the AllSpark. Perhaps even Primus was somewhere along that way. But he couldn't say with any certainty just what happened to humans when they passed. They had their version of God. Was it all the same being, wrapped in different cloaks?

Optimus stood tall as ever, and mellowly admitted: "I do not know, Bumblebee."

There was a pause in which Bee thought. "Does that mean there's a chance?" Vaguely asked him, a glimmer of hope in his bright blue optics.

Though stoic, Optimus's expression indicated a questioning of what Bee was saying. "That she has joined the AllSpark?" he finished for him. "Only Primus and The Cube know such things, I'm afraid." Bee visibly deflated, drawing away slightly from him. Optimus had heard his tales of this "Charlie", who had woken Bee from stasis and inadvertently brought their plans back on course. Who knew how long he would have remained powered down in that junkyard if she hadn't. Optimus wasn't sure of the extent to which Bee had gotten attached to her, but now that the fighting was over and Bee had the time to feel sorry over things of the past, it seemed to have come back to bother him.

After all, nobody liked an unanswered question.

Optimus put a gentle hand on the scout's shoulder, a gesture that he'd adopted over the years. "But, it is of my personal belief that we Cybertronians and humans are not so unlike. Though we may have different vessels, on the inside, we are the same. I think her spark has been reintegrated, as we will all be...one day."

The unknown wasn't all appealing to Bee, but Optimus's wisdom went unquestioned. He could be content with that answer. If they would all end up at the same place in the end, he didn't need to worry. Death was just a part of life, and it was coming for him some day, too. Thousands, maybe millions of years. But his spark would indeed be reabsorbed, in due time.

"I hope you're right, Optimus," Bee concluded timidly, undetermined on how he felt about the subject. The final image he saw was Charlie's smiling face right before he gave a beep, lifted his chin, and exited the chamber in silence.

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I'm not sure if Bumblebee: 2018/Transformers (Bayverse) saw the merging with the AllSpark thing like Transformers Prime did, but I wanted to incorporate that idea into this little blurb even if that was never touched on.