#he can't kill them even if they are partially of primus

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I can see insecticons and technoorganics being part of Conservationists.. Imagine Beastformers joining in or being born from Conservationists as next generation(s)  and those are closests in rhytm with nature and Earth maybe

Earth: *about Steeljaw*Wolf! He's a wolf! Metal wolf! Look at his lil ears!

Unicron: Wolves symbolize freedom, spirit of nature, resourcefulness and adaptability do they not? How intriguing

Earth: And are fiercely loyal

Unicron:*chuckle* Just like a certain someone

Moon: Thanks i try~

I really like this take! Maybe it is in large part due to Moon and Earth's influence that this happens. Titans can turn themselves into hotspots if they meet the right criteria, and Earth's connection to Moon must have had an effect. Beastformers I think would puzzle Moon a bit since his previous citizens were largely composed of racing units and flight frames, but since they are his and Earth's "children" he would love them regardless.

Although I can see him kicking the Beastformers born of him off his frame once they reach a certain size. This would not be out of cruelty, but rather as an excuse to get them to go hang out with Earth for a while. Moon is a living breathing fortress, not a wilderness fit for Beastformers and their needs. This would in turn lead to humanity and Cybertronians having to get along one way or another, because Moon isn't going to stop evicting his grown Beastformer citizens anytime soon and Earth won't stop influencing him for as long as she lives.

Mars I imagine will forever think Moon is weird because of his odd offspring. There weren't any Titans that had Beastformer citizens prior to the scorching of Cybertron. Most Beastformers preferred the nomadic lifestyle. Pluto wouldn't give a frag about whatever Moon is up to. He's got his job and so long as he only has to deal with a few troublemakers sent to him every now and then, he will remain content. Unicron though? Oh he thinks the Beastformers are funny. Mainly because half of them come out with personalities that mimic Moon and Unicron has never had so much fun messing with spawn of Primus.

Steeljaw: Is the world against me?

Unicron: *grinning* Well your mother would never do anything to harm you, but unfortunately for you, Grandpa is bored.

Steeljaw: Why do I feel like something bad is about to happen?

Unicron: *getting ready to call out the Fallen for funsies*

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Ahhhhh! First of...BIG FAN OF YOUR SOTRYS AND HEADCANONS! And i want to request an Yandere TFA Starscream AND ALL of his clones(plus Slipstream, if you like) with an cybertronian s/o that is SUPERA shy, easily flustered and hardly ever raises thare voice that comes out as VERY adorable whispers and thare...

❤️‍🔥DROP❤️‍🔥

💞DEAD💞

😍GORGEOUS😍

I would VERY much love it if you add small scenarios.

🌌💗💜Love your storys!💜💗🌌

Oh my Primus THANK YOU!!! You're so sweet (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) It makes me smile to know my works are being liked, it is my little escape from reality and adult life - I'll do my best since I haven't seen Transformers Animated too.

(TFA) Yandere!Starscream & Clones w/ Shy Cybertronian!Reader (HCs & Scenario)

WARNING: Yandere behaviour, too many yanderes in the same place, typical violence from the series and a little bit more. Reader gets a little bit hurt by Sunstorm, but nothing too bad. Reader is gender neutral and in the Decepticon faction.

Perfection - that's the word Starscream, Skywarp, Sunstorm, Thundercracker, Ramjet, Slipstream, Dirge and Thrust use to describe you.

What is a shy, soft speaking, easy to fluster cybertronian in the Decepticon's faction and still walking around, unchanged?

Starscream has never been one to believe in beings like Primus - but thanks to Primus for having given him someone just as perfect as you.

And if Starscream loved you, his clones did the same - after all, they were a part of Starscream. It would be impossible to not love you as deadly as Starscream already did!

You are never alone - never. At least one of them is by your side.

Skywarp is paranoid. Sunstorm is sadistic. Thundercracker is obsessive. Ramjet is delusional. Slipstream is stalkerish. Dirge is possessive. Thrust is manipulative.

And Starscream? Well - he has a little bit of all of those traits. I'll say he remains as a possessive yandere, but with how of a mess he is, tends to the hysteric type too.

All of them love to say they own you and such, they like to think they are in charge of you - but they are dead aft wrong.

You have 8 yanderes wrapped by your pinkie finger - whatever you wish they will try to give it to you, they will guard you and, if you ever showed a desire to offline someone, they would shed all the energon and helms you want.

Of course - they take advantage of your shy behaviour. They always keep you by their side, prohibiting you of interacting with other bots if they are not around. Hell, they even intimidate you partially to neither run or fight them back.

But, oh - just how precious you are? How kind and soft you are, too scared to raise your voice, easy to embarrass and get you too overwhelmed by their love you can't think on doing anything but recieve whatever form of sickening saccharine love they decide to give you.

They have definitely threaten another bot to offline them just because they saw you for 1 klik. A few bots would not really take Starscream or any of his clones seriously... but the look all of them have in their optics - it is pure madness. Hysteric insanity barely tamed, branded as their love for you.

Only you.

If they could, they would chant how perfect you are that not even Primus could be compared to you. They want to hold you, bond their sparks with yours, end everyone just so there would be only you and them.

You've been desperately trying to get a least one klik of privacy for yourself - your anxiety is skyrocketing. You've always been aware of Starscream's obsession with you. He would always follow you, claim to be the perfect candidate to be your conjux endura and promise he was going to be yours.

And you've seen it - how he stalks and follows you, how he has threatened others to keep themselves away from you, how he aims to kill any bot if you are in the middle of the battle against the autobots and get hurt or targeted. And Starscream has been doing a good job at actually being taken as a threat if you were in the middle of the ecuation (hell, even Megatron has been quite careful whenever interacting with you.)

But with the clones now around... your hell grew 7 times worse.

Skywarp would cry his optics off, begging you about not leaving him, constantly being tortured by himself with the many imaginary scenarios he makes of you being taken or leaving them. To then cry as he thanks you for proving him you love him when you just comforted him, not having the spark to leave him like that when is clinging to you as if you were going to disappear.

Sunstorm is always there to hurt you, one way or another - he proclaims that is in the name of love and making sure others know you are taken after he left a few bitemarks or bruises on your neck or armplates, seeming too pleased when you whimper or sob. You're starting to believe he also does it to tell you what the consequences could be if you tried to leave him.

Thundercracker constantly has this episodes where he has you cornered or held, rambling and rambling about too many things but they always revolve about that insane and obsessive love for yours, how he promises to destroy anyone who gets in your way and so, so much more. It always scares you as he always spills his love for you, never tearing his optics away from you.

Ramjet believes with all his spark that you and him (plus Starscream and the other clones) are already the Conjux Endura of the other, and he believes you and him have been past lovers from another lives, your sparks bonded through all eternity and, no matter if he dies or you die, you will always come back to him and fall in love with him just as he does it with you every single klik of his life.

Slipstream is there, she is always there. Always listening. Always watching you. Stalking you. You know she is there even if you can't see her. And before you know it, she has you in her arms, hugging you and whispering to you too many promises about never leaving you. She knows everything about you, knows where you are or where you are going - you can't escape her.

Dirge is not like Slipstream. While she hides in the shadows to follow you, he is physically there with you. He acts like a barrier between you and the world, isolating you. Constantly has his servo holding yours, he needs to touch you one way or another, and is not afraid to throw a few faceplate breaking punches at anyone who tries to approach you.

Thrust guilt-trips you. You know he is doing it whenever he does it, and still your spark aches and bends, giving into whatever he wants. Why do you want to go outside when there are too many autobots and other decepticons wanting to hurt you? Ramjet and the others are doing everything to keep you safe and sound! They love you so much, sweetspark - how can you be so sparkless? Worst part, when you give in, he always coos and praises you for being such a good soon-to-be-conjux.

"Ah, there you are, my dear Conjux." And the last one to be enlisted - Starscream himself. A servo is quick to grab yours, pulling you by force to stop walking and follow him, instead. "What did I told you about leaving our room?"

"I... I wanted to, um, have a little bit of privacy-" You try to explain.

"And who gave you permission to?" Starscream looks at you, making you bite your own glossa and hold your helm down.

"You found them! Oh, thanks Primus!" Skywarp cries as he arrives, quick to run and hug you. Sunstorm and Dirge follow closely, hugging you just like Skywarp (Dirge needs to hold you, Sunstorm... well, he knows having too many bots hugging you makes you anxious and prone to just not move, not fight back.)

"Now -" Thrust starts. "You could have got hurt or taken away, sweetspark." Skywarp, Dirge and Sunstorm finally let you go, but their servos rest on your back, gently pushing you to keep walking as Starscream lead the way.

You try to be brave. "I just wanted to - to..." You fail.

"Hush - it is already night time." Starscream orders softly, and you shut your mouth at it. "It is time to recharge, my Conjux."

"She is my Conjux!" Thundercracker shouts the moment you and your lovers enter your shared room. Slipstream nonchalantly slaps the back of Thundercracker's helm, making him hiss.

"She is our Conjux." Ramjet says, smiling with optics full of love as he takes your free servo and pull you gently towards the big berth all of you slept.

You end resting against Starscream's chestplate, his arms wrapped around you. Somehow, the others always manage to sleep touching you - two helms resting against your legs, a servo touching your back, another one your shoulderplate, a helm nestled against your torso. It makes you feel trapped.

"Rest well, my Conjux." Starscream whispers to you after kissing your forehelm, Slipstream gently snuzzling her helm against your torso as Sunstorm and Thrust trace their digits on your back, Dirge and Ramjet coo and whisper sweet nothings to you quietly as you feel Thundercracker hug your legs, Skywarp resting his helm on Starscream's shoulder so he could look at you.

You close your optics, embracing dearfuly the only time you are allowed to be alone - whenever you recharge.

I hope you like it! This week has been a little bit too much for me, but it was interesting to write this! (*^▽^*) Vhaos out!

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Definitely make it a series with the Matrix and it's shenanigans! And can we get a scenario or situation where we see what it says to comfort Oppy?

Matrix comforting Optimus? How could I ever refuse such a lovely request?

Musings of the Matrix

The Matrix is sentient and has watched for millennia. It has some opinions and ways of going about things, including how it takes care of its Prime.

Comforting a Prime

The Matrix loves its Prime and who gladly fight to protect him. Its Prime is perfect, the chosen meant to restore the frame of their maker. But where the Matrix is stoic and ever focused on their mission, Optimus gets distracted, he feels, he suffers, he experiences joy. It is this that makes Optimus so perfect as a leader. He can understand his people and offer them compassion where previous steward Primes only stood with distain etched onto their faces. But it is also this emotional capability that can lead Optimus to fall to his mortal emotions.

The Matrix must keep its Prime focused and active. It will do what it must to help its perfect Prime move forward.

In the beginning its Prime was always so very angry. Optimus hated the war, he hated what Megatron had become, and he hated the fall of their world above all else. It was good in the Matrix's sight that its Prime's anger was directed at the woes of their reality instead of the petty conflicts that its previous wielders spent their time brooding over. Even still, Optimus's anger needed to be controlled. Too much wrath would lead to mistakes, and mistakes to failure.

As such whenever Optimus's anger grew too great, the Matrix did what it could to return Optimus to rationality. However there were some instances where even the power the Matrix held was nearly overshadowed by righteous fury. One such instance was after the battle of Tyger Pax where their pure one, the sparkling, lost his voice to impure one. That day both the Matrix and Optimus momentarily lost control in favor of wrath.

Optimus: He will not touch Bumblebee ever again...

The Matrix: No, the impure one will never touch our charge again so long as we function.

Optimus: He must be punished for this!

The Matrix: Direct your anger, know him for what he is. He has proven unworthy. He must die.

Optimus: No... I can't do that.

The Matrix: You can and you will vessel. The impure one poisons our maker, he scars the shell of our god, and he kills the fellow creations of Primus. Does this not anger you?

Optimus: ... He was a good mech once.

The Matrix: Once. He was pure once. He may have even made a good steward Prime, but no longer. We know this, you know this. He must die.

After that day the Matrix knew that Megatron needed to die. It usually was against needless bloodshed, but in this instance, the Matrix saw fit to comfort its Prime with the reality. The Matrix took responsibility from its Prime. It knew that Optimus wouldn't raise his blade against Megatron with the intent to kill, so the Matrix whispered. It told its Prime what was right and when it came time to fight, the Matrix dulled Optimus's awareness and took partial control. It knew its Prime wouldn't fight, but it most certainly would. So when needed, Optimus kept their frame moving and the Matrix directed their strikes and made sure to constantly assure its Prime that it was the one fighting to kill, not Optimus.

Optimus: I almost killed him. I almost-

The Matrix: We almost killed him. You did nothing vessel.

Optimus: But it was my frame.

The Matrix: And we took control of it from you. We are guilty, you are pure. Do not concern yourself vessel.

The Matrix's whispered words of comfort meant little to its Prime, and more often than not its Prime still took everything personally. Optimus was a Prime that should have come during a time of peace, he would have been great. But he was chosen during a time of war, and for that, the Matrix often lamented.

Of course it was not just anger which the Matrix did its best to comfort its Prime when Optimus experienced it. Optimus's sorrows were just as powerful and often required far more of the Matrix's efforts to tend to. It couldn't allow its Prime to fall to trauma or fully embrace the horrors of war, so it was forced to do all it could to suppress such emotions.

Optimus wept for all the fallen, every lost soldier, every burned city, and every hope extinguished. He was too good, a perfect Prime for a time of peace but too kind for a world of war. The Matrix couldn't allow its Prime's purity to be sullied, so it often took the weight of Optimus's sorrow upon itself. His grief was allowed to be as it pushed Optimus forward, but the emotion was dulled. Lamentation for all that was lost was also allowed to remain as it reminded Optimus what they were fighting for. But the nightmares and the trauma of loss were things the Matrix could not allow to be. Its Prime needed to be strong.

The Matrix: *viewing Optimus's nightmare* Hush now chosen. It is not real.

Optimus: I failed... this is my fault.

The Matrix: *slowly feeding Optimus old memories it had stored away* This was never your fault. This woe would have come to be regardless of what you did.

Optimus: I don't understand.

The Matrix: You don't need to vessel. Rest.

Many a night the Matrix shut down Optimus's nightmares before they could even begin and locked them away, instead feeding Optimus old memories within it from happier times. Its Prime was always left groggy after such incidents, but the Matrix preferred its Prime a little out of it over being depressed. Ratchet also helped in this department, for which the Matrix begrudgingly sometimes allowed its iron grip over its vessel's previous personality to slip as a reward for the medic and as a way to allow its Prime to let go of emotions.

Ratchet: Orion, what happened to you? What happened to my archivist?

The Matrix: *begrudgingly releasing part of its hold over Optimus* Very well healer. Calm our chosen and put him back together, but know he belongs to us.

Optimus: Ratchet...

Ratchet: I'm here Orion, its going to be alright.

Ratchet and the Matrix were not on good terms, but both knew that Optimus needed them and so neither tried to remove the other from Optimus's life. The Prime was so very fragile beneath his armor and the veil the Matrix threw over him. He was so kind, so loving, so very curious and hopeful. He didn't deserve to live during the war of madness, but it was reality, and so the Matrix did all it could to preserve his innocence.

This included eliminating Optimus's fears as much as it could.

It allowed Optimus to feel fear for their people, although it was more of a concern for their future above all else. It allowed Optimus to feel fear for his loved ones, more so for his own sanity than anything else. But it did not let its Prime fear for battle or for war, its Prime couldn't afford to be fearful.

And so when it came time for battle, the Matrix took Optimus's fear and warped it into determination and stoic resolve. Optimus felt no fear, not while the Matrix watched over him. It did this for two reasons, one of which was to keep its soft-spoken bearer from falling to terror at a crucial moment. The second reason was of course to inspire loyalty in the Autobots and fear in the enemy. A Prime who didn't stop, a Prime who didn't hesitate, and a Prime who willingly marched through fire and pain to do what must be done was a symbol of perfection. He was what the Autobots needed and what the Decepticons despised.

Optimus: They have seeker regiments and a field filled with mines. How am I supposed to get through that?

The Matrix: Do not fear vessel. You are blessed, a creation of our god. You will not falter, not when so many need you.

Optimus: I can't falter... can I?

The Matrix: *suppressing Optimus's fear* No, you cannot.

Optimus: I understand. I will do what is required of me.

The Matrix: As you should vessel.

The Matrix kept its Prime moving, its kept its Prime pure, and it ensured its Prime never faltered. This is what it did more than anything else, all for the sake of their people. But there was one thing it did only out of love.

It hated seeing its Prime in pain and agony. It hated watching Optimus suffer for things he should have never endured in the first place. So in those instances where its Prime was in agony, physical or mental, it took on shape and did what it could to give Optimus even the smallest of comforts.

On the battlefield when he lay bleeding out from countless wounds while waiting for medical attention, the Matrix took on the voice of those Optimus loved to push him to his pedes and move him forward. When Optimus could hardly recharge because of aching joints and healing wounds, the Matrix sang using the voices of those it had been carried by in times long past, singing songs from long forgotten days. It wasn't perfect, but it helped its vessel rest easier. And when Optimus wept for his losses and the Matrix could do little to suppress it due to its severity, it instead sent pulses of love through Optimus. It reminded its Prime that it was there, that if nothing else, it would always be there.

It did what it could for its precious Prime. It wasn't sure if it was enough, but it helped and that was at least a small comfort.