#faction frenzy

[drenched-in-sunlight]

i loooooove your re-imagining of rellana as a gorgeous masc lesbian who's got a little crush on marika she's SO real. i wish we could have gotten a cinematic for her and romina v_v

thank you! and yeah i wish we had more interaction with her and Romina (tbh im still kinda confused about what's Romina deal... Messmer and his army burned down her church, but now she's left alone to tend to the Church and guard the path to the sealing tree? who was she before she embraced the rot?? i can't seem to place her in any of the existing factions at all)

[blighted-lights]

old lady grouchy wine aunt ravage. you agree.

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

nother dispatch is i forgot just HOW much gaeric is not a fan of you or your plans when you first meet. like he goes along with it bc irida asked him so niceys but he's very >:( the whole time. he doesn't like the idea of quelling avalugg when it hasn't actually done anything dangerous yet, and later irida also explains that he doesn't like the whole idea of the pearl clan engaging more with the other hisui factions, apparently having been reserved abt it "more than any of us [the pearl clan]." so that's like. another one who essentially shares calaba's position and might even be further along that line than she is. and then the actual non warden clan members doesn't seem to actually care? that much? abt frenzy quelling, or getting involved with the diamond clan and galaxy team, or any of that. they're too busy gossiping abt their leader with every stranger who wanders into their homes

[doedipus]

elden ring sidequest/subplot tier list

this tier list is inarguable and objectively correct!

s. ranni's gang, volcano manor/rya

a. millicent/the scarlet rot/the haligtree, patches, alexander, sellen, flame of frenzy & adherents

b. fia/rogier/d/godwyn, boc, diallos, roderika, castle morne, kenneth haight, the eternal cities

c. dung eater & the omens, nepheli loux & gideon, corhyn & goldmask, varre, the albinaurics in general, any other minor quest that it's easy to miss big chunks of e.g. blackgaurd big boggart or latenna

d. whatever mogh's deal was, whatever the fire cult's deal was, whatever farum azula's deal was, whatever the ancestral followers' deal was, any other recurring group of enemies that doesn't have an associated speaking role

e. any quest that revolves around handing in collectibles to a stationary dude

f. seluvis, who is that while also being one of the worst person you're still technically able to help

[mizu-melon]

Yeah, I'll post this without any context about my ocs.

Full art without the text below!

[gruesomejack]

I think vi deserves to kill Vic in this verse fbdhXNXBD

GhFBZVXC HONESTLY

[balteus]

actually re: fromsoftware politics. i do think it's very interesting that the anti-colonialist RLF, ostensibly considered the 'good guys' of the game, were initially explicitly called the communist faction. armored core always has been a series critical of oligarchies and hyper-capitalism, but it's... very interesting to see just how blatant that is in ac6 specifically

you'd think that fromsoftware would eventually drop the ball on the "the ruling class will kill you and cannibalise itself in order to stay alive" considering that they're considered elite AAA devs rn, but thinking about elden ring and ac6's narratives, they've really only gotten more obvious about it - the horrors of colonialism and genocide and the sympathy given to the rage of its victims is something that's actually insane to see, to me, from such a big studio - fromsoft doesn't even attempt to be centrist about it.

for example, the frenzy flame ending. the only thing melina can tell you to dissuade you from pursuing it, ie literally destroying the world forever, is that there's still beauty in the world, apart from the suffering the golden order had caused. at no point however is the sheer despair of the people that the flame represents villanized. if anything, it's portrayed as a self-fulfilling prophecy, it is a tragedy. the only villain is the order who slaughtered all of these people, the flame of despair is something that emerged in them as they were buried alive. and the flame isn't even intended as a revenge upon the world, it's simply a means to end the pain they feel for being subjected to this.

their grief isn't something for the player to judge, it isn't something they're forced to overcome, it's simply a physical manifestation of the reality that was forced upon them. and these people, the merchants, are still kind to us, even knowing the order that we pursue. (in fact, the true, considered best ending of elden ring, is literally just sacrificing yourself in order to achieve complete anarchism. and getting a cool wife to endure the loneliness of space along the way)

in ac6 then, ayre is so terribly forgiving towards us, knowing what we are, knowing what made us, knowing what we participate in. some of this undoubtedly is because of her narrative role, she has to be a sympathetic character. but we do get to see her rage at the end, her grief for her species being seen as nothing more than a resource to be exploited or burned fully vocalized. but the RLF is sympathetic too as resistance fighters who want their home back. the only criticism the game ever leverages towards the RLF is that they're actually not radical enough in their pursuit of freedom, and that criticism is made by a villain.

it's so... i almost want to say optimistic? other games would have tried to pull a "ooh but what if the good guys did bad things (poor attempt at moral grayness)" but no, the RLF is justified at every step of the way. idk it makes me feel things. i dont particularly want to portray fromsoftware as these bastions of political correctness or sth - they're not perfect and i don't expect that ever lmao, but it's so fucking weird that their games are this progressive and have been for a long ass time.

[revelboo]

absolutely in love with your starscream series! i feel like you're one of the only people who write him like he's actually HIM, you actually give him his internal struggles and fears instead of just making him a big jerk "just because he can be" like everyone else does for some reason... can't wait to see what comes next in the story!!!

I’m trying my best to figure out their characters and motivations

Everything is Alright Pt 44

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader

• Listening to the soft chatter of you and his cassettes as he works, Soundwave cycles through security feeds. For the most part, it’s a monotonous job aside from the occasional brawls between the ranks. But with both factions desperate for energon, neither side is willing to launch an attack just yet, locked in a stalemate while Autobots and Decepticons both hunt for viable mines. Standing when he catches a flicker of a thought, he bends to offer his hand. Watches Frenzy and Rumble exchange a look as you wrap your arms around yourself and come to him without hesitation. Trusting him. Those tumultuous thoughts ringing clearer through him when you climb into his hand so he can lift you to his desk. And nudge a box toward you. “Fuel, little one.” Reluctantly losing your warmth as you step onto the desk, servos flexing with the urge to reach for you.

• Glancing up at him, warmth spreading through you at that affectionate tone, it’s almost like he can read your mind some times. Just responding to things you want or need before you can even think to ask. Because the box appears to be full of food. Hungry, but knowing all too well from Starscream that human food is confusing at best for Cybertronians, you look inside. The box is full of bottles of sriracha, barbecue sauces, dry rice, cans of soup, and bags of jerky. Well, it’s something different from the junk food Starscream keeps giving you and the dwindling supply of dried and canned food he’d taken from your house. And he’d thought of you, went out just to find things you needed because he wanted to. Tearing into the jerky, you feel him run a servo down your spine and try not to think about that little fantasy or your very messed up, tangled feelings for both of them. “Unsatisfactory?” He inquiries, nudging the box again with a servo as you chew.

• It would be easier if he could pick up more than emotions and brief flurries of images from you, but your organic thoughts are just too quick, too chaotic to untangle. You glance up at him as his servos linger on your spine to strengthen that connection between you. Picking up on your amusement at his question, a lick of heat that warms him as your mind circles back to that fantasy and you tear your gaze away suddenly, but not before that need can sink into him, into his spark with a delicious tension. “The soup and rice needs to be cooked,” you say finally, leaning back into his touch, distracting him from the images he’d accidentally taken from Starscream. Those fantasies of his tangling with the way you crave his touch and needing more. Spinning him tight with a hunger so ferocious it’s almost unnerving.

• The feel of those warm servos moving lazily against your back slowly drains every worry away. Like Star, you feel safe with him. Unlike Starscream, you have no idea what Soundwave really wants from you. What you want? Laughably unattainable. “Cooked,” he echoes with a soft rumbling noise, a servo sliding up the side of your neck in a gentle slide. Where Starscream is lonely even if he’ll never admit it, Soundwave has his cassettes. And maybe it’s as simple as that. You’re not that much smaller than they are, so maybe you’re just another cassette for him to care for. You have no idea, but you like his quiet presence. Leaning into his touch, you look up when the door opens, feeling Soundwave stiffen before making what sounds suspiciously like a soft growl as Starscream lets himself into Soundwave’s quarters.

• Wings stiffly up and trembling with barely leashed anger, Starscream zeroes in on you sitting on Soundwave’s desk, the communication officer’s servos stroking down your spine as he turns to glare. Soundwave’s touch is possessive, servos lingering on you, fueling his own aggression. He’s aware of the cassettes on edge at him invading their space, too. Of Soundwave’s stiff posture. And that makes him bare his denta in a smirk, because Soundwave clearly doesn’t like it when it happens to him. You at least smile for him, twisting to look at him as Soundwave curls his servos around you in a silent claim. The other mech watching as Starscream moves to deliberately sit on Soundwave’s berth, his wings flaring out in challenge. He might not be able to take you back without risking Soundwave going to Megatron, but he can at least protect you. Look after you and ensure you aren’t harmed. Though, truth be told, he doubts Soundwave would hurt you. He’s just a bit too interested in you, something that twists about Starscream’s spark, because you’re his. And antagonizing the other mech? Just a bonus.

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[random-fandom1984]

Can I have some g1 soundwave x reader please😅😅😅😅😅

Being the only femme Cybertronian on the Ark can be... something. Especially when some of them try hitting on you without getting to know you; quite annoying really, but you keep it pushed down; but some people can tell because of your alt-mode.

You stayed in the Ark because of your job as a medic. Your alt-mode is a heartbeat monitor, which also corresponds with your sparkbeats, which is how some people, very few, can tell what you're feeling.

You made your own little base of operations under an abandoned amusement park. You'd bring in people who were injured and left behind in the ruckus of the battlefield between the two factions. Human or Decepticon.

Whenever it's a human, you'd ask them to promise to not tell your Autobot friends about your place of escape, and they do. But with Decepticons, you make sure that they are knocked out, and you just give them a few amounts of anesthesia because they would break in, destroy the place, kidnap you and hold you for ransom against your friends.

One day, when looking through one of the many aftermaths of a battle, you found a minicon in the rubble, Soundwave's minicon: Frenzy. When you took him back to your base, you realized you've forgotten to stock up on more anesthesia, so now you have to worry with the fact that he might wake up soon as you did the procedure of fix-and-repair.

As you were putting your tools away, he woke up with a fright, and you quickly explained the situation to him, which slightly calmed him down. Key word: Slightly. He was suspicious of you but is slowly diminished as you continued to work on the minor injuries that just need a new paint job and be buffed. The last bit disappeared in an instant when you gave him an Energon Goodie.

When he came by again, to your surprise that he remembered the way here, you gave a tour of the place above, he somehow managed to get the place up and running again; thank Primus that your location was miles away from the nearest civilization.

As time went by, Rumble found out, then Ravage, then Laserbeak. When they come to visit, it would be like as if there was no war, they're having a good time in the amusement park.

Sooner or later, Soundwave got suspicious. Where were his kids minicons going late at night?

Being the best spy he is, he followed them, and was surprised that they were hanging out with an Autobot, weren't fighting like there was a war, stopping a fight between Rumble and Frenzy as calm as possible- and somehow easily get them to make up?! He couldn't do that without them continuing to squabble with each other.

He used his telepathy powers to look into your thoughts to see if you secretly had ill intentions with his sons minicons, but there wasn't any!

When his minicons return back to base, it's an instant interrogation the moment they step foot back in the habsuite: How long has this been going on? How did this happen in the first place? What do she always do with them? The only questions that were about you were answered back with positivity.

Curious, he decided to look more into your file when the Decepticons fight the Autobots near the Ark. When he does, all he finds is all good things.

When it was the next time they decided to visit, he wanted to meet her in person. And so he did, and by Primus were you nervous. You were worried he might blow your helm up. You, Soundwave, and his minicons walked through the park, watching the minicons play games, ride the rides; he began to trust you.

The more you all hang out in private, at your secret location, the more you begin to bond closer together, mainly you and Soundwave; the minicons noticed it as clear as day.

So, being mischievous little ones they are, Rumble and Frenzy decided to stage a lil' something. In private, the minicons would call Soundwave Sire, or dad in human terms. So, when the next time you and they met up, they would unexpectedly drop Carrier, mom, at random times in the night. When they first did it, they'd put on an act like as if they didn't mean to say it and it just slip. You fell for their act, so did Soundwave because it was unexpected.

They see you? An Autobot medic? As a parental figure? I mean, sure, you heal up their injuries, you give them Energon sweets if they be good and behave, calmly deal with their fights, gives them sweet head pats, have the most caring optics he's seen, the most beautiful smile- Oh, scrap! He's in love.

He would lie awake at night, questioning why he found you attractive. For starters, your gently touch that he felt when you repaired him, your smiles seem to shine brighter than any star, and sound from your vocalizer was like a siren's call and he was the sailor that was lured by its enchanting melody, your optics the prettiest shade of blue that rivals with this hunk of rock's sky, have the spirit of a Carrier with his kids- Primus, he was hooked, lined and had sunk deep.

After he came to terms with his newfound emotions, he started noticing something about you. Every single time he was close to you, he'd see the screen of your alt-mode, on your chassis, start getting taller. One time, he danced with you as music played in the park, and he saw that the big spikes became frequent, and a subtle blush would be on your cheek plates that you try to hide with your servo and turning your helm to the side. He found this adorable, so much that he became addicted to having that cute blush on your face.

When back on the Ark, you would get pings from an unknown comm-link number, only to realize it's Soundwave, and he's sending you something. When you are finally alone in your habsuite, you would take a look to see that they were poems; they were so sweet, you reread them, laying on your berth, kicking your feet as you excitedly giggle from how nice, sweet, and adorable they are that they might as well be invitations for Cupid to continue to shoot arrows into your spark, making you fall harder for the Con.

When they spent the night in your secret base, you all had fun doing any activity that comes to mind: pillow/blanket forts, teaching the little ones the steps on how you make your glorious Energon Goodies, etc. The last activity was a horror movie marathon. Every time a jump scare would pop up on the screen, you would hug the closest bot, and it just so happened to be Soundwave. During the horror movie marathon, you, Soundwave, and his kids ended up in a cuddle pile, scared, all but Soundwave, Ravage, and Laserbeak.

They decided to spend the night here before returning to the Decepticon base at the break of dawn. You decided to put the little ones to sleep. He decided to start cleaning up the mess that was made, and when he finished, he came back to you telling the ending of an old Cybertron bedtime story.

To him, it looked so nice and peaceful, and you looked so motherly that he just wanted to confess right there, right now. What sealed the deal was you placing a goodnight kiss on the top of their helms, tucking them to sleep before leaving the room they were occupying, only to be dragged off to somewhere by Soundwave, into the place you slept in from time-to-time.

You wondered what was happening, until Soundwave got on one knee plate, servos holding your own, visor looking up into your optics, glistening as he let out a very poetic, charming, delightful, exquisite of him telling you about his feelings, everything about you that made his spark soar: your voice, your optics, your touch, everything.

He carefully watched the screen on you chassis to see if there was any indication of making you uncomfortable or not. And by the end of his heartfelt confession, he watched the heart monitor didn't make any giant spikes. Oh, no. It made a heart at the center of the monitor as blush covers your entire faceplate.

Part 2 coming soon!

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ Surprise Sire — Soundwave x Masc!Reader ☆

Genre: Fluff || he/him pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: 'Sire' and 'Oppi' are gonna be used interchangeably cause all the sources I have say they both mean father, sorry if that's confusing!

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

As a mech working for the Decepticons, you often didn't have much of a sense of connection to your coworkers. You didn't really see the need, either. Most were loud, prideful, or seeking to betray each other later anyhow. You were known for being reserved because of this, which was fine by you, it meant being left alone. Soundwave found this in common with you, the solidarity of preferring silence making him drawn to you. He was one of the more sane members of the faction anyhow (you still didn't understand his apparent fondness for Shockwave). The two of you ended up talking whenever you weren't particularly busy, slowly gaining mutual trust and a close connection.

Being around Soundwave lead to you meeting his Cassettebots quite frequently, many of them being a refreshing conversational break from the others you often encountered. Ravage and Laserbeak visited you rather often, they were few who were allowed in your office any time they wanted. Ones who weren't were Rumble and Frenzy. You liked the little bots just fine, but they tended to accidentally break things. You got used to their sorrowful little awkward apologies, depsite your initial reservations. They did have some endearance to them, you supposed.

Rumble and Frenzy tended to zoom into your office whenever they were hiding from Soundwave. You were a bit more prone to letting them get away with little things. As much as it might be a bit immature, it was admittedly a little funny to see Soundwave get exasperated trying to catch up to them. As such, the little 'cons tended to ask you for almost everything, like they were doing today.

"Come ooonnnn" Rumble complained, hanging off of your shoulder "Soundwave won't know! And if he does, who gives a scrap? Pleeaaasseee" the little bot begged. Frenzy was on the other side, tugging insistently on your arm. "We'll just be gone for a second! Please, big guy? You know we're good for it!" He said, nearly whinging. You worked around their insistence, documenting information into a datapad. "Sorry," You began cooly "Soundwave's gotten on my aft enough about it, I've gotta keep you two in line for once". Dramatic disappointment was heard through groans on both sides of you, which nearly made you snicker.

As the two kept begging you, you heard pedesteps coming up the hall. You smirked softly as Soundwave entered the room. "Rumble. Frenzy" his monotone voice rang out "Return" he said, opening up his chassisplate for them. Rumble dramatically flopped onto his back, Frenzy clinging to you tighter "We don't gotta! Tell him we don't, big guy, come on!" He said, shaking you as much as he could. You glanced to Soundwave, sensing the frustration even with the visor and battlemask covering his faceplates. You couldn't help but chuckle as you heard the bot let out a deep vent of a sigh. "Negative. Correction: you were ordered to return" he said firmly.

Frenzy grumbled, pressing his helm to your shoulder "Uughhh. Oppi, can't you tell him no?". Soundwave visibly tensed, and Rumble looked up. He sat up, trotting closer to you "Yeah, oppi! Come on, we don't wanna be cooped up all day!". Soundwave tilted his helm to the side a bit. Even with his face covered, it was obvious he was beginning to get visibly flustered. You felt a little surprised yourself, looking between the small bots clinging to you once again. "I- you two, uh- you know I can't-"

"Enough," Soundwave cut in, picking up Rumble and Frenzy simultaneously. The little mechs wriggled and whined as Soundwave held them close to his sides like disobedient sparklings "New objective: recharge" he said, quickly ushering them out of your office. He placed them on the ground and nudged them in the right direction of his berthroom, watching as they went with many aggravated huffs and mumbles following. Soundwave nervously glanced back to you. "...Apologies" he mumbled. You stood, walking closer and regarding him with a firm pat on the shoulder and a soft grin. "Don't worry about it, Sound, they're just being annoying little glitches. It's what they do best"

Soundwave huffed, this time out of amusement "Affirmative. I will... correct them". "Well, you don't have to," You began slyly "I wouldn't mind being a sire to them". Soundwave nearly choked on his own vents, looking at you with bewilderment. You chuckled, pecking the side of his helm "Think on it". With that, you went back to your work station, leaving a very flush Soundwave to quickly make his departure

[in1-nutshell]

Bot Buddy the Autobot who’s unexpected Conjux is Soundwave

SFW, mentions of injury but not specified, platonic, romantic, Cybertronian/ Bot reader

Transformers Earthspark

Autobot Buddy and Soundwave were Conjux Endura shortly before the war broke out, they never made the relationship public. There was too much at risk, especially when tensions on both sides heightened.

Tension between them both rose when discussing which side was better to side with.

“What will it be then? Its clear we both can’t agree on a side. What do we do?”--Soundwave

“… we join different sides.”--Buddy

“What?”--Soundwave

“We join different sides.”--Buddy

“Yes I heard that but—”--Soundwave

“We do that. We pick a side in the war. We stay alive for each other and when someone win, we vouch for the other to come join peacefully.”--Buddy

“…it sounds like a good plan…but what about Us, Buddy? I’m concern on what will happen to Us in this war.”--Soundwave

“Don’t worry. We will be fine, as long as we have the bond, as long as we have each other alive, we will be fine. Just take care of yourself and the mini’s, can you do that?”--Buddy

“I will and…I trust you Buddy… I love you so much, my Spark.”

“I love you too Soundwave… Now and beyond the Allspark.”—Buddy

Buddy went off and joined the Autobot’s and Soundwave and the minicon’s joined the Decepticon’s. Never once telling anyone of their relationship, they promised each the other their safety and they were going to keep it.

Soundwave had set up a private link between them to keep in contact.

“Hey…”--Buddy

“Hello…”--Soundwave

“How was work today? Are you feeling, okay?”--Buddy

“Work was… adequate… and yours?”--Soundwave

“Things are getting harder I’m not going to lie… I miss you…”--Buddy

“…I miss you too…”--Soundwave

“Tell Buddy I said hi!”--Frenzy

“Frenzy!”--Soundwave

“Tell them we all miss them!”--Lazerbeak

“Lazerbeak enough—”--Soundwave

“…”--Ravage

“…”--Soundwave

“…Frenzy, Lazerbeak and Ravage say hello…”--Soundwave

It got harder to keep contact as the war grew longer, especially when both factions came to Earth. Suddenly it was just radio silence from Soundwave. Buddy was upset and concern at the lack of radio response but there was nothing they could do now without drawing too much attention to the both.

“Hey Soundwave? Are you listening? Things have gotten out of control at HQ… its almost funny…”--Buddy

A few days later…

“Soundwave? Are you here? Listen can you give me some sort of sign that your okay? Are the mini’s okay? Please answer as soon as you can.”--Buddy

A few days later…

“Soundwave… please… any sound would do… please just let me know you’re okay… love you, now and beyond the Allspark…”--Buddy

Buddy meets the Terrans and Maltos and they are both delighted and horrified that there’s literal sparkling’s running around with other children in a sketchy base.

“Buddy these are the Maltos and the Terrans I was talking to you about.”--Optimus

“Hi!”--Terrans and Maltos

“…Prime, Megatron, Elita-One… Mind explaining to me why there are literal Sparklings running around!?--Buddy

“Well—”--Megatron

“You know what I don’t. C’mere kids let me introduce myself.”--Buddy

They don’t trust GHOST at all and refuse to wear a GHOST badge. Buddy wears their Autobot badge proudly. They agree with Megatron in advocating for better treatment of “prisoners”. It’s one of the few things they can agree on.

“This isn’t right. Even if they are Decepticon’s, they don’t deserve to be treated like this.”--Buddy

“I agree. Something needs to be done about this.”--Megatron

“…Can’t believe I just agreed with you on something.”—Buddy

Besides agreeing to protect Dot and her family at all costs. They try to visit the Terrans and Maltos as much as possible. It was such a regular occurrence that they got their own bunk in the Dugout.

“Kids? What’s all this?”--Buddy

“Surprise!”—Terrans and Maltos

“Woah! What’s is this?”--Buddy

“Well, you’ve been coming over so much and staying almost regularly now. We all decided to make you your own place here!”--Robie

Yeah, now you don’t have to go back to the base and we can have even more sleepovers!”--Mo

“…”—Buddy

“Do you not like it?”--Thrash

“…”--Buddy

“Maybe it’s the color?”—Nightshade

“…”--Buddy

“No can’t be that.”--Twitch

“Maybe it needs another pillow?”--Jawbreaker

“…”--Buddy

“How about another family portrait?”--Hashtag

“Wait guys hold it.”--Robie

“Buddy? Are you crying—”--Mo

“THIS HAS TO BE ONE OF THE NICEST THINGS ANYONE HAS DONE IN A LONG TIME! I LOVE YOU ALL!!”—Buddy

Things were going great for Buddy. Enough to occupy their mind from the pain in their spark. One mission got them hurt really bad. They refused to go to GHOST for medical attention.

“I’d rather have Starscream scream in my audials for an hour than set a foot near GHOST.”

Now they were at the Dugout fighting to stay conscious. Due to the power of plot convenience, they need a jumpstart their spark, which would be possible if they weren’t bonded. Being bonded meant that the other that was bonded would have to jump them with a shock through their spark bond. Which would be great but Buddy won’t tell.

“Wheeljack what needs to happen? I feel like I’m dying here.”--Buddy

“Dying!?”—Mo/Robie

“Wrong choice of words. My bad kids.”--Buddy

“Well since you’re bonded, that means that your Sparkmate need make the jump with you. So now the only thing we need to know is the Sparkmate.”--Wheeljack

“…Yeah that’s not going to happen.”--Buddy

“What?”--Wheeljack

“Buddy, did you understand what Wheeljack said? You are going to die if your Sparkmate doesn’t come an do the jump. We don’t know who it is, you need to tell us!”--Dot

“…sorry Dot…but like I said, that’s not going to happen.”--Buddy

Buddy made a dumb promise but they are sure going to keep the last thing they had with Soundwave. Optimus, Bumblebee, Arcee, Grimlock, and Elita are trying to remember if Buddy had mentioned their Conjux before in their ranks.

“Lets see… Ironhide?”--Optimus

“Nope.”--Bumblebee

“… Cliffjumper?”—Elita-One

“No.”-- Bumblebee

“Maybe its Jazz.”--Grimlock

“No.”—Bumblebee

“Gears? Ratchet?”—Arcee

“No cant be either of them.”--Bumblebee

“Okay then what’s your idea then?”--Arcee

“…Prowl?”--Bumblebee

“NO!”—Optimus/Elita/Grimlock/Arcee

Wheeljack and Megatron are trying to look through the database of Teletran 1 for any alternative to the medical procedure.

Meanwhile the Terrans are trying to tend to every need Buddy has to the best of their ability.

Robbie and Mo are at both sides of Buddy’s head rubbing it softly as they wince from time to time from the pain.

“C’mon Buddy. Can’t you just tell us?”--Robie

“Please Buddy. Please?”--Mo

“Sorry—urgh—kiddos. No can do.”--Buddy

It’s Alex who brings up the possibility of Buddy’s Conjux not being an Autobot at all.

“I mean what if Buddy’s significant other isn’t an Autobot at all? What if they are human or a Decepticon? Relationship between factions have definitely happened before right?”--Alex

There’s silence and its being considered. Buddy groaning in pain breaks the silence. Megatron heavily considers it, suddenly wondering how many of his own troops entered interfraction relationships.

“No, they—”--Megatron

Suddenly remembers Deadlock and how he would always single out Ratchet in many battles.

“…You know it might be possible…”--Megatron

Megatron asks Hashtag to send a specific message through a cryptic frequency and starts heading out of the Dugout. Dot, Optimus, and Bumblebee follow him, meanwhile the rest stayed to monitor and look for other cures just in case.

Megatron, Dot, Optimus, and Bumblebee reached a clearing a bit far from the house. Not a moment too soon, Soundwave came into view and transformed in front of them deploying Frenzy, Ravage and Lazerbeak standing their ground. The Autobots reach for their weapons, but Megatron tells them to lower them and takes a step forward towards Soundwave.

“Soundwave.”--Megatron

“Megatron. What is the meaning of this traitor?”--Soundwave

“We need your help.”--Megatron

“Give me one good reason to help you.”--Soundwave

“For old time sake, one favor.”--Megatron

“…What is it?”--Soundwave

“We need to know any Decepticon’s who have Conjux Endura’s—”--Megatron

“That is out of the question. You do not have the right to know about their affairs.”--Soundwave

“So, you do know?”—Megaton

“Of course, but I will not tell you.”--Soundwave

“Soundwave—”--Optimus

“Save it Prime!”--Frenzy

Soundwave turns to leave with his minicons, which is when Dot snaps. She wasn’t about to lose a dear friend like this, no not like this.

“Buddy’s dying!”—Dot

This statement stops the Decepticon’s right in their tracks.

“Listen, they don’t have much time. They got hurt real bad last mission. They need their Conjux to help them with the medical procedure.”--Dot

 “We don’t know who they are Soundwave. Buddy will not tell us who they are. I will not lose anymore bots when we have a fighting chance. Right now, you are our only way of finding them. Without your help they are going to die.”— Optimus

“Soundwave we wouldn’t be asking you for anything if it weren’t dire. We don’t have the luxury of time because that is something Buddy doesn’t have right now! So, are you going to help or not?”—Bumblebee

The mini’s are looking at their boss in some sort of desperation before Soundwave transforms and agrees to help.

Everyone was ready to move to another location but were surprised when Soundwave asked where Buddy was. That’s when the other realized the shocking truth. Soundwave was Buddy’s Conjux.

They arrive at the Dugout and enter its doors. The Terrans are immediately on guard seeing Soundwave, especially when Buddy yelps in pain squeezing their optics close not knowing who was in the room.

“Freeze!”--Twitch

“Calm down he is here to help Buddy.”--Megatron

“What so is he—”-- Thrash

“Yes.”—Megatron

Soundwave had never felt so much regret of not contacting his Conjux for so long than that moment. He calls to them, this causes Buddy’s optics to snap open in disbelief.

“Buddy…”--Soundwave

“—urgh—Soundwave?”—Buddy

The mini’s came out and started shooing everyone out of the room. Wheeljack gives Soundwave quick instructions on how to do the jump starting before also exiting the room.

Now it’s just Buddy and Soundwave

Soundwave is getting the equipment ready when Buddy calls him over and apologizes for bringing him here where he and the mini’s could get captured. Soundwave finishes setting up the equipment and grabs Buddy’s servo as the process began.

“I’m sorry—”--Buddy

“I apologize—”--Soundwave

“You can go first.”--Soundwave

“I’m sorry for getting you into this mess, you and the mini’s.”--Buddy

“Apology not needed. I should be the one apologizing. If I’d had known… If I had kept in contact…”--Soundwave

“…Can we just forgive each other? I don’t want my last moments here to be just pointless apologizes on childish things we both did.”--Buddy

“You’re not going to die. Not when I have a say in it, my spark. I… I missed you, my spark.”--Soundwave

“I love you too, now and beyond the Allspark.”—Buddy

They both begin talking and catching up on some things. Before they knew it, the procedure had finished, and Buddy was going to make a full recovery.

After the procedure was done, they both walked out servo in servo. The mini’s as it turned out had told the Team a bit about their relationship.

“Yeah, so one time Soundwave thought it was a good idea to fly with Buddy around sunset. But he didn’t know that—”--Lazerbeak

“Lazerbeak.”--Soundwave

“Soundwave! Buddy!”—Frenzy

Everyone there was shocked by the story, but they eventually got over the shock. The longest one to come out of the shock is Megatron. He feels guilty and so blind. How could he not have seen this coming, especially from Soundwave?

Soundwave lets Buddy have one more squeeze before getting the mini’s in his chest compartment. He turns to leave, but he stopped after hearing Dot’s voice.

“You can stay the night here? I think it would be good for Buddy if they knew you were here.”--Dot

“And if you are worried about GHOST, their radar doesn’t come by here. It’s perfectly safe.”—Megatron

He pauses for a minute. Looks back at Buddy and then the setting sun. one night wouldn’t hurt, right? He turns to Megatron stating that if this was a trap, that there would not be a planet he could go to hide from him. With that he swooped in and carried Buddy bridal style and marches into the Dugout as he deployed his mini cons to have fun on the farm.

Meanwhile Soundwave and Buddy cuddled on one of the medical slabs all night long.

[witchofthesouls]

Can we some some bird boy Jack and motherly Soundwave? Kinda funny if Optimus doesn’t know what to make of Soundwave offering to help his strange fledgling

Anon, I raise you that the 'cons are doing 'pstpstpst' to the little bird, trying and failing to steal Jack away. Some 'cons are really curious if it's actually the real deal. Others are thinking of ransoming Jack back for supplies. There's also a general consensus that the Autobots, a faction of civilian or higher caste alt-modes, don't know how to truly care for a frame suited for military and war. Much less a Seekerkin sparkling.

Jack is, however, super careful, especially around Skywarp since Jack was warned about the Seeker's teleportation ability. Soundwave is really trying to edge the kid out by using the Cassettes. Rumble and Frenzy enjoy gross facts, video games, and TV shows. Ravage leans into Jack's scavenger and hunting tendencies.

The Decepticon Seekers are adamant that TFP Optimus doesn't know how to care for the sparkling properly. The little one needs a proper and stable flock. Not whatever paltry and lackluster substitute the Autobots ape at. They look at the Aerialbots as an example of their massive failure. Made worse as the Autobots do have a few remaining Seekerkin, and yet they let go of their own community ties and cultural identity.

Ohhhh, the screaming matches between the Decepticon Command Trine versus the remaining Autobot Praxians.

[sanakimohara]

[ DANGEROUS DEVOTION ] - S. C.

master lists <> + CHRISTMAS EVENT: day one < > day three (n/a)

pairing: Changbin x fem! reader

summary: Changbin is hired to protect you from a dangerous enemy, but his overprotective nature becomes suffocating. Is he protecting you from harm, or is he the danger you must save from?

date: December 23rd, 2024

playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3JprLj2NsxJRdY8zsLGoqs?si=wXUixpC2ReC6q5rkKMru4g&pi=u-ljo4I4p8RPOb

warnings: MDNI + NSFW + SLIGHT ANGST + MENTIONS OF DEATH + MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE + MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL + ANAL + SHOWER SEX + TOXIC RELATIONSHIP

Being the youngest daughter of a high-ranking diplomat came with its perks and expectations. From private jets and designer wardrobes to exclusive events and world-class education, your life was a whirlwind of privilege that seemed extravagant to outsiders but was simply part of the norm for high-profile families. Beneath the polished surface of gala dinners and international travel, though, lay the weight of unspoken rules, constant scrutiny, and a life lived under the shadow of diplomacy. For better or worse, your world was one of luxury, security, and the quiet understanding that everything came at a price.

Sometimes, that price puts your life at risk, so your father insisted you accept his proposal of a personal bodyguard capable of protecting you and you alone. After many rounds of debriefs, debates, and deliberations, a decision was made, and a candidate of your father's choosing was hand-picked to fill the role.

He addressed him as First Captain Seo.

You’d grown to know him as Changbin-Binnie when you felt exceptionally comfortable with him.

He was loyal from the start. Trained to handle most, if not all, situations that involve a risk to your safety. There wasn’t a time in the last two years you could remember ever feeling unsafe or unsecured in his presence. His job was your life, and Changbin did not take his responsibility for you lightly.

Although that very virtue of his could be rather tenuous to engage or shift.

Especially at the height of your family’s public appearances and the holiday traveling frenzy. Press tours, interviews, shopping trips, long flights, and tedious schedules were enough. But now came the pending and deliberate threat of opposition to your family's legitimate rule.

A faction of society had deemed royalty or any other form of monarchy within government as useless and disposable. The first to perish at their will was your closest cousin. Passing away in a terrible car crash, only a country away during a diplomatic venture. Their sudden and proclaimed death at the hands of flightless revolutionaries put your father on edge in every aspect, which meant Changbin had a much harder job than usual.

December 23rd, White House Gilded Gala. 10:25 PM

Changbin was counting. He always counted.

How many doors and exits were there?

How many heads were within an 800-foot radius of himself and those in his charge?

How many seconds had passed until the next minute?

How many openings were there for possible intruders or aggravators?

He was always counting.

But as of now, he was tallying the number of champagne flutes you were tossing back.

You’d started early in the night, promising your father that you wouldn’t get as tipsy as last time, but Changbin was well aware you couldn’t keep your word while grieving over your lost cousin.

One drink turned into three, and those three spiraled into…

Changbin minced his train of thought, watching you take the last sip of rose from the clear glass before adding it to his mental scoreboard of your alcohol intake.

That was number eight for you now, and it looked as if you wanted a ninth to follow it from the way he saw your gaze trail after a waiter walking by with a full silver tray of new drinks.

He couldn’t let you keep doing this.

Not tonight, and not for the entirety of it.

Partly due to your father’s wishes but caused mainly by his partiality to you in general….

A particular emotion that hung over his head constantly when you were in his presence that he wished for a while would disappear and never return but had recently come to terms with upon the news of your relatives passing. No bodyguard, well-intentioned and capable or not, should feel the attachment Changbin accepted the moment he saw you crumble to tears in your father’s arms hearing the news.

He knew falling in love with you wasn’t a part of his job description, but it drove his obsession with keeping you safe from harm to new heights. He wouldn’t fail your father and wouldn’t let you slip through his fingers as quickly as your cousin had slipped through her protector's reach.

So, just as you moved to follow the waiter and ask for a ninth glass of champagne, Changbin stepped into your path and caught your dazed gaze with a tilt of his head. “I think you’ve had enough to drink for one night, Miss Y/n.”

His voice was firm yet gentle, starkly contrasting the chaos around the room. You blinked owlishly, trying to focus on his words. “But I’m just getting started,” you responded, slurring slightly, playfully trying to step past him. Changbin's expression softened as he placed a firm yet gentle hand on your left hip. "I'm afraid you'll have to pace yourself," he murmured, steering you away from the waiter's direction.

Your lips part to protest his guidance, but they quickly snap shut as Changbin eyes you with a pointed stare.

The one that made you stop and think.

The one that made your heart race and your cunt throb without warning.

The only stare that told you exactly what was on his mind and why you shouldn’t even attempt to question his actions.

You gulped down a bratty statement, woozy from the alcohol and now aware of the few stares settling on the both of you. A single breath left your lips before you eased into Changbin’s lead, following his heavy and assured steps with your heeled and barely steadied ones, but the security of his hand on your lower back kept you upright and formal to anyone who looked away.

You were tempted to trip yourself up. Make his hand slip a bit lower to graze the curve of your backside hidden underneath the dress you wore to fit the Gala’s modestly endeavored theme of excellence during the season of cheer.

You felt anything but cheerful, sound of mind, or happy. The gleaming lights looked dull. The chatter you suffered through with grace felt like more of a burden. Not even the prettiest of lies and gossip could occupy your mind.

You felt miserable. A doll trapped in a glass box and puppeteered to be perfect when you felt anything but.

Changbin could see it written across your face, looking right past the small smiles you flashed by-passers and keen to the lack of energy you emitted on the trek back to your designated rooms within the government household. Seeing your spirits torn to shreds pained him, and he considered how to cheer you up. He did security checks throughout your private room while you shuffled into a warm shower.

He could read poems…that seemed to work on you often.

He could let you vent if you had the energy to do so again…

He could…

Changbin paused his train of thought, braced by a sudden idea that morphed into a dangerous confidence as he listened for the shower head to turn on.

You stood beneath the water in solace. Upset, that waterproof makeup never smeared with tears that hadn’t seemed to stop coming from your eyes for a week straight now. Nothing helped. Not shopping. Not talking and not hiding.

And god, did you hide…

Forced to live a stricter life and reminded every day that no matter how secure you may feel, the real enemy, family, never rested and grew restless at the simple thought of your existence.

But that was the cost of it all, and you wished occasionally to share the burden with someone who understood you.

Your fears.

Your hopes.

Your life.

And the one person you had begun to let in was now buried six feet under with a branding of rebellion ragged on their mauled body.

You cried at the very thought, whimpering sobs into the running water as if to go unheard, but knowing Changbin could hear every single sound. In a start of shame and embarrassment, you turned to face the wet shower wall, arms raised to hug yourself for a send of comfort as hot droplets of water pattered your bare skin and steam rose from the marbled shower floor to your pouring eyes.

You sniffled, staring at your feet and hoping your heart would cease to ache for a mere second so you could breathe without wanting to fall to pieces; your hopeful thoughts were halted as a much more significant presence came between you and the rushing water.

You knew who it was without a singular glance back, able to feel the ever-present tension in his body a mile away even when he never strayed a foot from you, and you thanked god he never did. Changbin was careful with his approach, hearing you cry softly under running water while undressing from his monochromatic black suit and tie before slipping into the shower with you.

The grey and silver watch on his writs ticked softly, counting the thirty seconds it took you to register his looming presence and measuring the minute and a half of comfortable silence that hung in the steamed room when you did.

This was rare.

This was special to you.

This was indefinitely crossing a line for him.

But he’d done it before on your behalf many times. More often than not, it was as innocent as lingering stares when he should be casing your surroundings, and you should be paying attention to your current task. Sometimes, it was a smooth touch of his hand across parts of your body he had no reason to touch when escorting you from one spot to the next. Other times, it was your quick and chaste kisses on his cheek when you thought something he said was particularly funny or sarcastic -but this only occurred within the utmost private of moments.

And then there were times like this.

Where you both knew so much better.

Where a secret was just that.

A secret between the both of you.

Just like the rest you kept.

Adding to the growing pile of things you’d seen Changbin do and say in the name of your protection.

Killing men with his bare hands -once in front of you for no other reason than him overstaying his welcome in your hotel room during a private trip to Milan.

Threatening reporters who dared to scrutinize you with a charming smile and a promise of eminent destruction if they didn’t retract their statements about you.

Openly unimpressed with your choice of public relationships with various champions, he stalked in the shadows until they eventually felt too unsettled by his constant presence in your life and broke their line of acquaintance with you as a natural result.

First, Captain Seo Changbin was, by all accounts, obsessed with you.

It was painful, to say the least, and intoxicating at most.

You’d thought of saying something. Doing something to alter his fixation on you, but your resolve crumbled to dust at the thought of never having his eyes on you so intensely again.

He paid attention to you.

He sought you out.

He would pay for it, and so would you, but you could care less feeling his warmth, breath fan across the damp skin of your right shoulder all the way up to the crook of your craning neck.

You relaxed, breathing in the musk of his evaporating cologne as his toned front melted into your soaked back. Your hands found a wet wall at the familiar contact, manicured nails digging into the smooth surface as his warm skin electrified yours, and your lips falling apart at the hardened length he pressed into the curve of your ass and lower back.

“Binnie…” you whined quietly, too shy to look him in the eye, and hardly assured of yourself when he snapped you out of your crying fit so abruptly. He hummed deep within his chest, strong hands lowering to knead the fat of your hips and the dip of your stomach, “I hate hearing you cry so much…tell me you know that, Princess..”

Your heart jumped at his sincerity, and before a logical barrier rose in your mind, your mouth was open to shaking him: “I know. I'm sorry…I can’t help it.”

Changbin sighed, planting a kiss behind your left ear as he swept your hair to the right and rested his head against your own, coaxing you to keen and meet his eyes. You obeyed, lovingly seeing his steady gaze look through you like crystal-clear glass. “You need my help..” he uttered, and you knew the statement was far from a question, simply nodding in response to him and blushing as he smiled softly at your wordless confession. “Tell me you need it, sweetheart…” his voice dipped lower in volume, a low rumble as he gently kissed your trembling lips before speaking again. “Tell me you need it to stop…all that pain and…suffering…” Changbin kept you waiting for one kiss after the next as he spoke, barely grazing his tongue into your mouth with each pass and his hips unmoving against yours that began to slowly circle in an attempt to ease the throbbing between your shaken legs.

He caught your jaw with his right hand, fingertips melding into your dampened skin as he angled your head back on his shoulder to force your smaller weight closer to the wall with his impactful stature. You didn’t refuse the new position, blinking slowly as your brain finally began to shut off and delve into a mindless desire for him. “Tell me you need me to fix you again…” He stifled a groan, hips urging forward into yours on his own accord, and his gaze lowering to watch his cock press into your lower back.

You shuddered, finally finding your voice and recapturing his attention with a dazed answer. “I ….need you …t’fix me…please.” Hot tears pooled at your bottom lashes, but you couldn’t care enough to wipe them away as the admission slipped off your tongue and into the steam filling the air. “O-one last time,” you rush out in a whisper, knowing it wouldn’t be but still drawing the imaginary line.

He’d cross every time, and you’d let him.

It was too easy and so much better than pretending he wasn’t the only one capable of doing it.

As if he weren’t the only man to place you in a steady headlock, bicep trapping your throat, and his head tucked into your neck to place lingering wet kisses on your skin as he slid his cock along your plush ass in slowed thrusts.

As if he weren’t the only man to press a hand over your mouth, muting the whines and shouts you gave while his girth slid up and down your most sensitive area, gripping your gaping jaw tight to quiet the inevitable half scream and half moan of his name as he pushed the head of his length past your trained rim.

As if he weren’t the only man to whisper little praises in your ear while nearly splitting you in half with his cock, easing thick inch after thick inch into the tight space as he’d done so many times before, and in a near mess to rival your own when he’d successfully stuffed your ass with what it could take of him.

As if he weren’t the one to wrap a hand through your hair in a tight fist, pulling at the wet strands in practiced strength, manhandling whatever part of your more petite body he could as his length plunged in and out of your fluttering hole.

As if he weren’t the one grunt and groaning profanities and discreet assurances in your ear, tempted to mark up your skin but aware that doing so would ruin all the forbidden fun in your shared future.

As if he weren’t the one, panting into your neck, thankful for the running water dousing you both and keeping your entrance slick and undeniably ready for him.

You had no will to confront him. In love with the pain and elation of it all and tempted to shout it out loud the moment he slipped a hand to settle on your dripping cunt. Changbin knew his way around you just the same way he did any obstacle. Disarming you with slow and tight circles of two fingers on your clit, using them to spread your folds before diving them deep into your entrance and curling them forward to hit a spot that brought stars to your eyes.

He switched between thrusting his cock into your ass and pumping his fingers into your drenched cunt. You reeled at the sensations, wanting to go limp as they overlapped, and urged the coil in your core to tighten minute by minute.

Changbin stopped counting.

Abandoning his vigilance entirely as his high inched closer and entirely too caught up in the tension of your perky rim around his length and the steady flutter of your cunt’s warm walls to keep track of anything else.

This was fixing you.

This was his way of protecting you.

This was your way of thanking him for it.

Even with cum dripping down your thighs for the rest of the night.

A/N: I’m sick so this is late but whatever

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[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

obviously that suggests that giratina is equivalent to the three fingers/the flame of frenzy, which also tracks for other reasons if arceus is the greater will, so if you wanted to be REALLY mean, and keep with the aspect of canon that is volo causing ingo's situation, you could cast ingo in a sorta similar situation to hyetta (or at least. what i think the best read on hyetta's Deal is considering [points at yura/shabriri right next to her]), as in someone in another's body unaware there's anything strange about them or that the light that calls to them is false and warped. i don't know how far you would take that though in terms of actual character arcs/situations and not just composition, since there's also the pearl clan and lady sneasler to factor into things so it wouldn't make much sense for ingo to be going on hyetta's quest. hmmmmmm

so volo and elden ring's kalé (in the cut questline) have almost verbatim the same line abt their goals huh. "I want to know where I came from and where I'm headed. I want to know my path, so to speak." / "My roots. I want to know who I am. Where I came from. Where I'm headed." give me a lil bit i'll have a whole au spun off of that

[writtenbyjeanofarc]

Come back to me. Think of no one else.

Your eyes wandered aimlessly through the horizon, thoroughly yet obliviously. Navigating the scene, you turned your head behind, your mouth open wide in anticipation for your next move. Then you’d look right in front, then to the left, and then to the right. The cycle endlessly repeats. It was as if you fell into a frenzy of mixed feelings, mostly that of panic.

It all started when he met your gaze by the table’s counter, his face stern and eyes piercing right into your current position. He wasn’t even the most powerful man in the room, but it was his prideful posture that rendered you helpless. You just had to search through the bar for some way to escape the situation you fell into, knowing you aimlessly flirted with one of the men in this faction known as the Astral Express.

…..And his presence just disappeared, just like that.

Your senses began to lighten as your drink’s side effects began to sink in. Your head felt like it spun around, observing the lighting in a way that made it appear blurrier than usual. The colors of your surroundings began to produce an oversaturated hue, and it felt as if the sounds were growing distorted. There surely wasn’t someone who drugged your drink now, was there?

You knew deep down that you made a terrible attempt at trying to betray him, so you rehearsed every possible excuse you could give him to avoid accountability for your actions. Before you could retreat from your seat, you bumped into his chest. Staring coldly into his features, you could sense his eyes were somewhat….off. It seemed as if he was struck with Mara, or perhaps he was just descending into mild insanity after seeing you mingle with Dan Heng.

“Your plans to go against the trust I had for your abilities are not as effective as you think it is.” Blade argued, his voice monotonous and firm. “You’re not fooling anyone.”

“I can explain.” you spoke faintly. “Please, just give me a chance to—“

“I don’t give second chances,” Blade replied. “In fact, consider yourself lucky the Mara does not strike me as of this moment.”

“I understand. But if you let me explain my side of the story, I hope we’ll—“

“I don’t need to hear any of your excuses.”

Blade started pacing around until he reached your back. Reaching his hand forward to tuck a single strand of hair behind your ear, you could feel his breath nearing your neck, it almost felt intimate. His head leaned closer, closer until his head was on par with your right shoulder from behind.

“Come back to me.” he murmured sensually against your earlobe, heavily breathing at a close distance. “Think of no one else.”

[askvectorprime]

Dear, Vector Prime.

Have you heard of the Transformers, who were known as 'Monster Hunter'?

Dear Proven Hero,

How this story begins will no doubt be familiar to you. A Maximal research patrol was dispatched to pursue a ship full of rogue Predacons through a portal to the past. The planet they found there was rich in fuel, not energon, but a form of Bioenergy that flowed through the planet’s veins like blood. In order to imbibe this fuel and survive this unknown world, both crews had no choice but to take on beast modes mimicking the native creatures of the planet.

But unlike planet Earth, full of beasts so reminiscent of Cybertronian mechafauna, this world was home to monsters, creatures of great size and elemental power fuelled by the circle of life and the Bioenergy that dwelled below them. Thus, Optimus Primal and his team of Rhenox, Kadachitor and Cattrap set forth to do battle with Devil “Jho” Convoy’s Predacon gang.

This Monster War posed unique challenges for both sides. Optimus Primal’s mighty Rajang mode outclassed almost all other combatants, leaving Predacons like Vespinator, Garugasaur and Nerantulas having to be wheeled home more often than not. On the other hand, its natural instincts forced the otherwise level-headed and wise leader into berserker rages during times of great peril, much to the chagrin of the turncoat Wyvobot, who had purposely taken a weak Great Jaggi form to prove that the skills of the ‘bot mattered more than the Skills granted to them by their monster modes. 

This Cybertronian Frenzy state caused greater problems as new protoforms awakened across the planet. Bots like Hypnorazor, Lalarachnia and Bariotron awoke only half cognizant of their true nature, and had to be hunted down and forced out of their madness before they would join their faction. What’s more, these free agents were tracked not just by the Maximals and Predacons, but human hunters as well, tiny beings who were nonetheless empowered by the armor forged from natural life just as the Transformers were. It was their presence that brought the truth to the Maximals. This was the planet where their Autobot ancestors had awoken and joined forces with the same humans, who combined artisan weaponry and ancient technology to rout the Decepticons for good in a final hunt.  

As the Monster Wars reached a fever pitch, both sides made their way to the Elder’s Recess, where according to legend a “Sapphire Star” had crash-landed thousands of years ago. In truth, this star was the Autobot’s Ark, and Jho Convoy had come to slay his ancestors’ hated enemies. As Optimus Primal fought him at a fever pitch to prevent the death of his namesake, the natural Bioenergy currents reacted with the Matrix of Leadership held within the Autobot commander’s chest. Having been reformatted into the shape of one of the apex predators of the Recess, Rathalos Prime awakened and helped his descendant beat back Jho Convoy. 

That night, the Maximals and their new ancient ally celebrated with a great feast. While the war was not over, surely it would only be a matter of time until the Predacons were defeated. However, Jho Convoy was already making his way towards Castle Schrade. If the reports of the humans were true, then the beast mode he needed to destroy his foes would be found there. It should be obvious to you that the consequences of this final battle would prove to be most fatal…