#he was doing perfectly fine back on Cybertron and then

[whatwooshkai]

for the smoke & mirrors ask - have you had 16 yet?

"You do it! You're the leader!"

"I am not asking! Boulder, you ask."

"Okay-"

"Actually, nevermind. This is stupid. I'll just use my hoses-"

"No! You are not spraying me in the face again, you almost broke my optics-"

"Oh shut up, you were fine!"

"Barely!"

"Blades is correct, that level of pressure-"

"Stay out of this, Chase!"

"Seriously, guys, I don't mind asking-"

Cody sighs, lowering the lift all the way down before the rescue bots break out into an all out brawl. Five minutes of listening to them bicker and yet he still has no idea what they want.

"Hey guys!" he announces, and every helm snaps over. Cody is suddenly aware of the size difference. "Whatcha talkin' 'bout?"

The rescue bots' gazes flit between Cody and each other, seemingly having a silent conversation before Boulder pipes up and says, "We want you to wash our faces."

"Huh?"

"Our faces," Chase repeats. "We would like you to wash them."

"Yeah, I heard," Cody says, giving them a lopsided smile. "I just wanna know why."

"Well, back on Cybertron you'd have to go to a detailer to get your face properly cleaned," Blades explains. "Lots of small seams, big servos, it's not exactly easy to do it yourself. But we figured, since your servos are so small...?"

None of the rescue bots are looking at him. Boulder is very interested in their hands, Blades is scuffing his feet, Heatwave is tapping a beat on his arm that makes Chase's finials flick in time.

Oh my god. Are they... embarrassed?

Cody coughs into his fist to stifle a laugh. His dad says it all the time: "For a race of advanced alien robots, they're just as bad as us."

"I can wash your faces!" Cody assures them. "Frankie'll be here soon, and she'll be happy to help too!"

There's clear embarrassment radiating off the bots, but Cody decides not to let them stew in it and runs to the storage closet to grab the supplies, fumbling with his comm link at the same time.

"Hey, Frankie," he says, pressing his cheek to his shoulder as he puts the car soap in a bucket with some sponges and towels. "How far are you?"

"Walking in now," her voice crackles over the comm line. "Why?"

"The bots asked for their faces washed, so we're doing that," he explains, grabbing a second bucket.

"Why...?"

Cody shrugs, then realizes she can't see him. "Because they asked. Isn't that a good enough reason?"

Frankie sighs, but there's a smile in her voice. "I guess so. Coming down the lift now."

"Don't get off, we'll need some height." Cody carries his supplies out of the closet, past the bots who are currently greeting Frankie, up onto the lift beside her. He sets down their supplies and they divide them between each other, and Heatwave fills their buckets when prompted.

Boulder and Blades come forward first, sitting down and letting Frankie adjust the lift so they're at the perfect height.

Cody has been close to the rescue bots before. He sits on their shoulders, they carry him around in their hands, sometimes they sit him atop their helms! But he realizes that he's never been this close to their faces, and now he understands why they wanted this.

Boulder's faceplate isn't perfectly smooth, there are small grooves and seams and scratches and scuffs, there's little divots under their optics that almost look like tear ducts. Cody dips the sponge into the soapy water and starts on Boulder's cheek, but nearly drops it when the rumbling starts up.

Blades had slumped over immediately, leaning his chin onto the railing of the lift, and while Boulder was doing a better job of keeping themselves upright, twin rumbling rises from their chests, the unmistakable purr of an engine.

Frankie and Cody exchange looks, not wanting to ruin the moment. Like cats! Frankie signs excitedly, and Cody can't help but grin, because they are.

There's a shocking amount of dirt on Boulder's face, so it takes almost two hours to get the towel to come out clean when he wipes it across their cheek. Blades has fully fallen asleep.

Heatwave's tapping his arm impatiently while Chase has busied himself with a book, but his tapping foot is giving him away as well.

"All done!" Cody announces, clapping his hands together, and Boulder blinks sleepily, before giving him a big smile.

"Thank you!" they say brightly, standing up shakily and picking up Blades with them, making room for the other two.

Chase takes a spot in front of Frankie as Heatwave sits in front of Cody. He leans onto his hands to brings his face close enough for Cody to reach it.

Heatwave looks exhausted already, and far worse for wear than Boulder did. It almost seems like there's dark circles under his optics, there's dirt crusted into the scar on his cheek and in the seams of his jaw, and there's a dent just below his left optic.

He's asleep in minutes.

All four rescue bots' engines purr in time.

[lets-try-some-writing]

What do you think about how the bots would think about seeing pictures or videos of when the kids were smaller. Like a video of Jack in middle school with a lisp from his retainer or pictures of Miko having an awful haircut her parents got for her to make her look more “presentable” as well as her fighting tooth and nail for them not to watch an old video of her piano recitals. Raph’s glasses being a little too big at first because he had insisted on getting glasses from the adult section like his dad and grandpa and they weren’t the right size for his head yet and the multiple little tools he made growing up to try and hold them up until his head grew.

Little things that as they got older they found embarrassing but just are general parts of growing up.

Pfft. This idea is rather humorous. I added my own little twist to it too.

Embarrassing Pictures

The whole situation began when June brought a camera into base to take pictures of the children. It was nothing new, Miko took pictures all the time, so the team didn't question it. However after June started making a fuss over the pictures, trying to convince the children to smile and whatnot, the team became vaguely interested. Once asked, June revealed that she intended to add the photos to her photo album, electing a groan from Jack. And when asked to explain what that was, she told the team all about how she liked to take photos to save and look at again in the future.

Suddenly very interested in seeing photos of the children, the team gathered around June and asked to see her photo albums. June was perfectly happy to oblige and returned to base a day or so later with not only her photo albums, but also ones she had managed to haggle off Rafael's parents and Miko's host family (Why they had the albums was a mystery, but some liked to theorize it was because Miko didn't want her parents to have them to show off). The children were mortified as June put the albums under a magnifier and projected the pictures onto big screen for the bots to see.

Jack's baby pictures came up first. And in the beginning they were pretty tame. It was a few photos of when Jack was an infant and aside from the odd bath photo and a picture of him dressed up as his favorite superhero, everything seemed fine. It was mostly just images of him being a cute kid, which the team found to be both fascinating and adorable. They hadn't realized humans could get any smaller, so seeing a tiny version of Jack doing adorable things not too dissimilar from what sparklings did on Cybertron brought smiles to their faces. Of course then Jack's middle school photos came out and suddenly the teenager couldn't look anyone in the eyes or optics as pictures of him with his braces and then retainer were shown to the team.

Ratchet: *pointing at the picture of Jack with his retainer* Is that some form of human torture?

Arcee: *suddenly very worried* Jack, are you already at home?

Jack: NO! WAIT! I mean-! Look, I had to wear a retainer for a while to fix my teeth, that's it.

Miko: *laughing* You really do look like you are being tortured in that pic!

Jack: Shut up!

Bumblebee: You had to have a cover over your teeth to fix them? Why not just remove them and put them back in the right way?

Rafael: *softly* Bee... no. Humans don't work like that.

Thankfully for Jack, he wasn't the only one who got a taste of humiliation since soon after Miko's own photos came on screen. Just like with Jack, it was mostly cute baby photos (which the team collectively cooed at and more than one may or may not have saved a mental screenshot for later). However by the time her photos from between the ages of eight and twelve were brought up, she started wishing for the sweet release of death.

The worst haircut she had ever gotten was the beginning of the torture. In the photo she was frowning and trying to fight back as she was held in front of the camera, a shoulder length bob cut and bangs taking the place of her usual wild hairstyle. This earned her a bit of mockery from Jack who was still feeling rather bitter about her prodding at his pictures earlier. However it didn't end there, her parents had also recorded several of her recitals which began playing as June hooked them up to the projector. She tried to stop it, but could only watch in horror as the team witnessed her horrendous singing combined with her rather remarkable skill with the piano. The team weren't all that concerned, finding it mostly cute, but Miko wanted to die right then and there.

Bulkhead: You play that instrument well Miko. Why haven't you played that one around base?

Miko: BECAUSE ITS EMBARRASSING!

Optimus: Is it? I find you talent with that instrument rather pleasing.

Ratchet: *under his breath* She screams like a Turbo-fox.

Optimus: *kicking Ratchet lightly* Your voice is lovely too.

Safe to say Miko didn't walk away from her photos being shown around mentally sound. But with Rafael's own photos up next, she opted to try and draw attention away from herself by mocking her younger friend as his baby pictures were displayed.

Rafael honestly didn't have all that many embarrassing photos up until an image of him duct taping his grandfather's glasses onto his face came on screen. Young Rafael was waling as he tried to rip the tape off in the photo, causing the team to chuckle in amusement much to Rafael's horror. After that more and more photos of him trying and failing to wear adult glasses came on screen, each more dooming than the last as Jack and Miko laughed. One image showed him with glasses almost three times the size of his face tied to his head with string as he tried to walk around looking normal only to run into a wall.

Jack: *laughing* You ran into a wall?

Rafael: I was eight!

Miko: You look like a bobblehead!

Rafael: ...

Bumblebee: Why did you not just get normal sized glasses?

Rafael: I wanted to be like the grown ups...

Optimus: That is nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, I believe I have some pictures of Bumblebee doing something similar...

Bumblebee: Optimus no! Please no!

It was too late. Before anyone could do anything about it, Optimus helped June put her albums away and highjacked the projector and uploaded images directly from his personal databanks. Bumblebee died a little inside as Optimus unapologetically showed pictures of him being a feral monstrosity and tearing up furniture and consoles around high command. He could only heat up in embarrassment as Optimus then proceeded to show pictures of him doing numerous other things ranging from eating rations like an animal, shooting Prowl with a blaster by accident, to picking out his first earth alt mode and the subsequent car wash that came with it.

Rafael: Why a Volkswagon Beetle? That's such an old model.

Bumblebee: I liked it alright!

Arcee: He thought it was cute.

Bumblebee: NO! I DID NOT!

Ratchet: He did. And he even thought it was the height of motor transportation on your backwater world for nearly a month.

Bumblebee: RATCHET!

As if contented, Optimus finally stopped sharing his pictures after Bumblebee started steaming from the stress of having his past exposed. But Ratchet being the slightly malicious medic that he is took the chance to throw Optimus under the bus in turn. He hooked up to the projector next and began sharing pictures of Optimus back when he was Orion Pax, much to the Prime's silent humiliation. Pictures of him eating wild animals innocently, him screaming at a stray cyber-cat on all fours, him getting drunk as pit the one time he allowed Ratchet to take him to a bar, and all sorts of photos of him gnawing on things came up one after another. It was a different time, but Optimus should have known better than to assume Ratchet wouldn't have collected such incriminating photos of him.

Bulkhead: Prime... are you eating a datapad in that picture?

Optimus: ...

Arcee: Why were you crouched on top of the bookcase with a electro-dove in your mouth in that one?

Optimus: ...

Bumblebee: *squinting at a photo* W-Where you trying to size up a statue?

Optimus: I wasn't always a Prime.

Ratchet: Who could have guessed.

Optimus: You weren't always and honorable medic either Ratchet.

Once again taking his place by the projector, Optimus plugged back in and began airing out all of Ratchet's past escapades for all to see, the children practically forgotten in the midst of the silent battle going on. The Prime quickly began cycling through dozens of photos of Ratchet high as a kite doing stupid scrap like pole dancing, screaming at mecha, and throwing things. And before the medic could process that, Optimus pulled out even more of him competing in street races, competing in drinking contests, and even a video of him swearing up a storm at everyone and everything while drunk. Ratchet could do nothing but silently offline internally as he watched his dark history get replayed.

Bulkhead: So... a party ambulance?

Ratchet: Shut up.

Arcee: I should be asking you what's humming doc.

Ratchet: I was young and dumb. Weren't we all at one point?

Bumblebee: Young and dumb usually points toward breaking someone's window or accidentally trespassing, not getting stoned, drunk, and then doing incriminating things.

Ratchet: ...

It only got worse from there as Ratchet pulled up the pictures he had acquired from Bulkhead and Arcee's files on their own little misadventures as younglings. The children were completely forgotten as the team became focused on airing each other's dirty laundry for all to see. And the children had no problem with that as they watched the dark past's of their favorite Autobots gets shown around like contraband reading material.

[polygonal-trees]

So I'm fresh off watching EarthSpark season 2 part 1 and I have to say: most of the criticisms about the writing, animation, and characterisation are correct. Season 2 pivots sharply away from a lot of the really good stuff established in season 1, and it lost something special. As well as money lbr.

But I also don't think anything I saw was worthy of the level of hate and vitriol people are aiming towards this show.

Yes it's a shame that it wasn't as good as season 1, but at worst, it's fine. It's fine, you guys. I was dreading some War for Cybertron or Prime Wars tier shit but I found season 2 perfectly enjoyable, if just on about the same level as most other children's shows a lot of the time.

And I'm going to be honest: I'm fine with Optimus, Elita, Megatron and the others not featuring as much. Yes I really like them, they were some of my favourite parts of seasons 1, but this isn't their show and I think their presence was honestly a negative at times. They are not the main characters, ES shouldn't shift focus onto them at the expense of Robbie, Mo and the Terrans. I do agree that Bumblebee should have featured more because he was established in season 1 as their mentor, but again: not his show.

The lack of Nightshade was far more obvious and disappointing, but I think we can thank the bigots for that - I blame them and the higher ups at Hasbro, not the ES team. There's still a chance Nightshade will get more focus in part 2. I'm hoping Hasbro is just letting the drama die down.

But now for the big one. The Starscream.

I prefer him as a villain! Like I was interested in seeing where a good guy Starscream arc might go but… I just prefer him as a villain! He's so perfectly nasty and it's so much fun to watch. Let him be evil, it's like his natural habitat.

That being said, I still don't think it's entirely too late for a redemption arc. The thing is, we know that Starscream can be a horrible person because we've seen him before - but the viewers who are new to Transformers haven't. You can't have a redemption arc without a character doing something terrible first. Will Starscream actually get one? I dunno, it seems unlikely at this point, but I think there's still a chance, and I'd rather see a character try to come back from something truly atrocious than just hear vague stories about how horrible they used to be. Yes that goes for Megatron as well.

I hope that part 2 is better. I think there's hope for more nuanced Decepticons with Shockwave (and presumably the others) turning away from Starscream at the end. I hope we get more focus on characters who didn't get to shine this season. And I hope that Hasbro gives the team more money. But if part 1 is anything to go by, I expect I'll enjoy it.

[maltmealo]

Chapter 11: First mistake

"I'm not hurt."

"You're not a good liar."

"I can't get hurt."

"Yes you can."

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Sparks, as you learned, are not unlike the human heart, they keep the Cybertronian alive, they use Energon to keep them alive like how humans use blood to keep them alive. But a spark is so much more than a heart, it’s a physical manifestation of a soul, the literal spark of life in their body. You also learned that yours was called an outlier, rare even agmoust the giants that possessed them.

“Outlier sparks are either born or made under extreme trauma or duress. Yours was most likely formed under the latter circumstances. You must have come into contact with some sort of Cybertronian artifact that caused you to develop a spark.” Ratchet explains, gesturing to the screen that contained what information was spared from the destruction of Cybertron.

“But I'm not Cybertronian, how is that possible?” You question. You were sitting down on the blanket that Ratchet used as a rag to clean up, it was faded and stained but it was better than sitting on the cold metal. He turned to you, a frown on his face..

“A spark is more like a sort of smoke or a liquid, which is why Cybertronians have spark chambers to keep it contained,” Ratchet explains, leaning up against the edge of the table, “You don’t have one, or at least one we can find.”

“That doesn’t answer the question.”

“When you died, your body must have entered an interdimensional rift of some kind, in doing so it sent you to the hallway and you must have come into contact with some sort of artifact that revived you and gave you your abilities.” he reaches over and pokes at your chest, pushing you back a foot or two, “The hallway you described must be some sort of abandoned Cybertronian facility.”

“But what about the people I saw in the hallway?” You asked, rubbing your chest gently, “they have to have something to do with this right?”

“Are you sure there was a person?” Ratchet asks, raising a brow.

“Yeah, I mean, I'm pretty sure there was a person.” you faltered, looking down at the ground and then back up at Ratchet. “Maybe?”

Ratchet sighs, looking down and shaking his head.

“You humans and your processors are so complicated, all seeing things you didn’t.” He grumbles, turning back to his computer and looking over a message. “The human doctor is coming.”

“Dr.Sowa?” You question as the groundbridge opens, a single truck driving through it and parking in the center of the room.

Just as you guessed the Doctor exits the passengers side of the truck carrying a bag like the last time you saw him. He stops a couple feet from the car and looks up at you, his expression blank as he wonders how he’ll scale the table.

Ratchet lets out an exasperated sigh and kneels down, offering the doctor his hand to get on. He hesitates, looking down at Ratchet's hand before slowly stepping on. He manages to stay on his feet as he’s lifted up to where you sit patiently on the rag. Once he got off Ratchet’s hand he stood there blankly for a moment before moving towards you.

He knelt beside you and pulled out the things he needed, he seemed less fluid than last time, fumbling with the instruments as you went through the basic check up. Everything was in order, you were perfectly fine physically.

“Dr Sowa, are you okay?” You ask, a little concerned for the good doctor’s wellbeing. You didn;t really know him all too well, but he seemed off, you couldn’t just not ask.

He paused and nodded, setting down his tools and pointing his fingers together near his head, returning to checking you over for anything.

“Headache? Yeah I feel you, today’s been pretty rough for me too.” You give him a sympathetic smile and he glances up at you, nodding in acknowledgement before putting his tools away.

“Doctor,” Ratchet starts, stopping Sowa in his tracks, staring down at him intensely, “It should be noted that we had an incident today involving (Y/N), her EMF barrier had been broken and it is still healing, you should take that into account.”

He stares up at Ratchet silently for a minute, not even moving before he suddenly nods and points towards the ground, wanting to be let down.

Ratchet sets him down onto the ground, kneeling as the driver talks to Ratchet. Sowa gets into the truck and closes the door, staring at you through the window. You give him an awkward wave goodbye as the truck starts and the groundbridge reopens, he doesn't wave back.

Ratchet returns to your side and closes the groundbridge, sighing to himself and muttering under his breath.

“Something wrong?” You ask, looking over to the giant doctor.

“No, no, just ah… Deja vu as you humans call it.” He chuckles, shaking his head, “Quite the unique words, no?”

“It's French, means already seen.” you explain, “a lot of people speak it.”

“Humans have a variety of languages, how any of you manage to communicate with each other bewilders me.” he says, looking down at you, “Do you speak French?”

“A little, I focus more on root languages, know the root, then everything else comes fairly quick.”

“You were in school for languages.” He states with an impressed look on his face, “Why?”

You pause a smile on your face as you reminisce.

“I wanted to travel the world, you kinda have to talk to people to do that, and marine biology would have been a job that took me anywhere with water.”

“So… all of your schooling has led up to you being an explorer?”

“Yeah, I didn’t want to be stuck in one place for the rest of my life, I wanted to go out discover something new, become someone important, someone people can look up to.” You say, your smile fading as you lean back into the blanket. “I guess that's not on the table anymore.”

Ratchet goes silent, watching you carefully before he clears his throat.

“Uh, kid, I need your help with something.”

He offers you a hand and you crawl onto it, curious as to what the doctor needs.

“I'm not as well versed in human anatomy as Cybertronian, I could use a human's help with this.”

He sets you down on his shoulder, allowing you to sit and look at the screen that was displaying a human body. A small smile on his face as he begins to talk.

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Movements. That's what he was looking for. Decepticon movements, not even a flicker on the map.

Optimus stared up at the holographic map displayed on the map, the only movement from the Decepticons had been when you showed up, now, there was nothing.

Nothing to distract his mind from the mental anguish he just inflicted onto you, a human who only wanted to go home. He was so stupid! You weren’t a member of his team, he couldn’t comfort you like he could to them, you barely even knew him!

This was a mess, he and his team were supposed to protect the helpless, not hurt them, Ratchet shouldn’t have been left alone. Primus, he shouldn't be alone with you now. You’re still vulnerable, he can feel how damaged your EMF is, he needs to go back and make sure you are okay, if he couldn't protect you, how was he supposed to save two worlds?

He walked down the hallway, his pedes thunking against the metal floor. He could hear the two of you talking, the differences and similarities of humans and Cybertronians.

He entered the room and the two of you went silent, staring at the large prime in the doorway. He silently stares at you two before taking a step forward.

“Miss, I need to apologize, I should have never forced myself onto you.” he spoke solemnly, kneeling down and bowing his head, unable to meet your eyes.

“Thank you for apologizing.” You say, tapping Ratchet’s shoulder gently, he scoops you up and sets you down on the raised walkway. “But I'm not mad, I wasn’t exactly in the right mind.”

“You should be.” He says, raising his head and looking at you, his face still as neutral as ever, but you knew better, you felt better.

“Yeah, I should, but right now, I think I'm more confused than anything.” you say softly, “We know nothing about each other, we can be expected to get everything right on the first try.”

Optimus goes silent, his eyes- his optics scanning over you intensely.

“Thank you.” he says after a moment, his voice quiet.

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“Soundwave, report.” the raspy voice commanded, the dark room lit up by a purple screen.

The screen lit up with pictures and information of you, the air was thin, dizzying for humans but the giant mechs didn’t care, oxygen was for pathetic fleshlings.

“The autobots have a new pet?”

He nods in confirmation, your voice suddenly coming onto the faceless mech’s screen.

“Headache? Yeah I feel you, today’s been pretty rough for me too.” you voice is staticky and distorted but the gray Cybertronian can hear it just fine.

“Doctor,It should be noted that we had an incident today involving (Y/N).” Ratchets voice suddenly comes over the speakers.

“Ah, so that old mech is still alive? And he's taking a liking to the organic?”

A nod.

“What about Prime?”

A shake and another voice comes over his speaker, a high pitched squeaky tone in a panic.

“I don’t know!”

“Continue your surveillance work, Soundwave, this organic may prove to be useful in more ways than one.”

Ratchet’s voice comes over the speakers again.

“It should be noted that we had an incident today involving (Y/N), her EMF barrier had been broken and it is still healing, you should take that into account.”

“The human?” the gray mech question, his red optics lighting up in interest. “Find a way to get her out of the base, we need her for some experiments.”

The purple mech nods and bows his head before turning and exiting the room, walking into the dimly lit hallway.

Your voice replays in his head as he walks down the hallway, any other Decepticons turning away and going silent.

“Dr Sowa, are you okay?”

[prince-toffee]

So, I rewatched the trailer over and over again, I stepped back, organised my thoughts, and I think I get it.

So first the Bad, then the GOOD, because there's actually a lot to like here.

The Bad:

So, the trend of companies kicking actual voice actors onto the curb and replacing them with celebrities continues. I remember being really angry when they first announced the voice cast, and I still am. It's quite literally the most boring, generic casting possible. You can not get much more white bread, milk toast than a Chris and Scar - I want to play an Asian woman and trans man - jo. Also, why is Chris Hemsworth here? Do he really need the money? Did Thor 4 damage his pockets that bad? There are so many talented voice actors that could've been Orion, David Kaye is a prime example Animated Optimus and Beats Wars/Unicron Trilogy Megatron, beloved by fans, if he was announced people would've been over joyed. I love Brian Tyree Henry, and he actually has some experience with va work as he voiced Jeff Morales in Spider-Verse, my original criticism still stands.... And Kegan, oh Kegan, I love you so much, Key and Peele was my childhood, and the Toad performance was perfectly fine, endearing even. But as Bee? I'm sorry, but no, that's not BumbleBee that's just actor/comedian Kegan Michael Key, I can't hear anything else. And it doesn't help that he's handed the worst lines.

Which brings us to the comedy. First impressions are EVERYTHING. And if you fumble that that hurts your film, and the perception of your film. I think that's really the problem here, it's a bad trailer not necessarily bad content. Packing the trailer with jokes for the sake of jokes and having that samey Hollywood liscensed music cringey feel to it. Like the guitar riff that played when the 'This Fall' card came up just made me turn off the video immediately. That's why I recommend watching the trailer without sound. Bee's jokes don't really land for me, I'm sure kids with love it tho, and that's good. But I'm sure all the jokes won't be bad, the final door gag is actually really funny. So I think it was just a bad joke that soured out feel of the tone at the beginning, which is unfortunate because like I said first impressions are everything. Because this is Josh Cooly, of Up, Inside Out, Toy Story 4 fame, I'm sure the film will have an emotional core to it.

A minor thing I don't much care for is having Bee be in the same age range as Orion, in my mind he's always constructed during the war at like the half way mark or near the end, he's the little brother of the group, and now he's old enough to remember Op and Megs before the war. Also he sounds way too old.

Oh, also I don't like Orion's personality.

Good:

Now for the good; I think the animations style is gorgeous. Would have I liked something Spider-Verse/Mutant Mayhem-esk, of course, but what are you gonna do? The stand out here is the environments, a visual feast. This might already be my favourite Cybertron, it's so different yet reminisant of the Cybertron we know. The fact that the surface transformers and shifts and changes is genius, very IDW Phase 2 inspired. And the fact that Cybertron is a techno-organic hybrid world ala Beast Machines is crazy! I love that, and wildlife! I bet that's how we get the cassettes. The character models are great too, you can actually tell what emotion is happening on a person's face. Gone are the days of faces being made up of razor blades and mandibles BECAUSE THEY'RE NOT INSECTS FUCK YOU MICHAEL BAY. THEY'RE PEOPLE! There's the nose, the lips, the eyes, and I can tell where one begins and ends. The eyes are gorgeous and detailed, and the face surface detail has smuges, wear, specs of dirt, metallic texture. Like, you nailed it! It's a person but a robot, you got it!

We see what we assume are the 13 Primes, Alpha Trion being the only survivor, maybe they were killed by the Quintessons and they took over. D-16, a ref to IDW and his toys designation in the toy catalogue, he'll obviously name himself after Megatronus ala TF Prime. He seems to have the Decepticon insignia before meeting The Fallen so maybe Megatronus' face is some sort of religious iconography, the Primes are a religion on Cybertron after all. It's all so fascinating, I can't remember the last time I was so excited to learn more about a new TF continuity.

Orion and D-16 are both miners and or workers, that's a refreshing take, no coptimus here. They've suffered the same way together, I bet story will be about dealing with that pain, what justice means, how far one is willing to take it and where justice stops and injustice begins. I know people are mad that the origins are a little different, but I ask you, different from what? Which continuity are you talking about? TF has never had a consistent singular timeline, and that's what I love about this franchise! It builds on itself with each new continuity! Take a bit of the old, mix it with new ideas and create something fresh, then that old guard leaves and a new team takes over and does the same and the franchise continues to evolve or should I say transform. Like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get, and new incarnations always give second chances to improve apon what came before. No Reboots, no risks means no Skybite, or Nemesis Prime, no Stasis Pods, Sparks, Protoforms, Energon ore, no Star Saber, Hot Shot, Knock Out, Airachnid, no All Spark, no Sari, no Bulkhead, no old grumpy Ratchet, none of that. Reboots are a part of this franchise's DNA. I sense the people that are complaining are the people who only value one continuity and discard all others.

It's really neat this universe's version of The Cast System is lower class worker protoforms being denied a Transformation Cog, it seems like it's reserved for the higher classes, the very thing that makes their species special and unique is denied to them. Also I didn't notice it the first time, but Alpha actually pulls the t-cogs out of the dead Primes which kind of signifies a passing of the guard, the old Primes failed, now it's your turn, and of course history repeats itself with the downfall of Megatron.

I like how Trion is covered and intertwined with moss and vines and has a beast mode, showcasing that he's of an older era now gone and forgotten.

Some other smaller stuff:

The sun looks like a holographic simulation, which makes me wonder, Cybertron doesn't usually have a sun, but there's plant life now, so what's up?

The cave that the dead Primes and Trion are in kinda looks like a Dweller.

Megatron's black helmet is a ref to Marvel G1.

That spin kick where Elita twirls her entire waist around is sooo satisfying. I love it.

AIRACHNID!!?!!!! MY QUEEN HAS RETURNED!!!!!!!

I think that's a good point to end on. So, yeah, v excited.

[problematicbots]

Winged Sentinel au Snippet 9: Downfall

TW: Angst.

“It's really nothing, Sp!” Jazz exclaimed hurriedly as he threw the note into the garbage chute, but Sentinel, in a flash, snatched it from the air with incredible speed.

Sentinel began to read what was written on the note in silence, a silence that Jazz didn't like as he felt his spark beat out of his chest plate in pure fear. Sentinel finished the note and crumbled up on his servo, looking infuriated.

“You're leaving, and for what? That organic planet that you barely know anything about?” shouted Sentinel with an angry laugh as smoke came out of his pipes. In a rage, he was tempered to throw the note at Jazz's faceplate as he stomped closer to the white mech.

“n-not anymore. I changed my mind, SP, I'm staying so..you just, you know, toss that away,” gulped Jazz backing away from Sentinel. “So there is no reason to talk about it”

“Oh no, we’re talking about this right now, “ shouted Sentinel, backing Jazz up against his desk before noticing the crack in his shades. “Wait a minute… Did somebody hurt you? Is that why you're quitting? Who hurt you!”

“I-it doesn't matter-” Jazz is immediately cut off by Sentinel's shouting louder than before.

“As your subcommander, I demanded to know what scrap happened to you; tell me now!“ demanded Sentinel, leaning his faceplate closer to Jazz and his chest plate nearly touching his, making Jazz look small compared to a giant winged mech.

Jazz swallowed hard; he had never been this near to a jet before, and a sense of unease washed over him as he began to tremble as every fear he had about jets flashed across his hard drive

“I- it was a protest alright but you know you don't have to go out there and fight them or be arrested sp!” confessed Jazz “I know how to solve of this”

“They assaulted you?!, tell me how exactly this is going to end without somebody getting arrested!!” screamed Sentinel on his last nerve.

“You drop Project Vedette and Project Safeguard” yelped Jazz. “End all of this, no more jets, and everyone go back to being grounded”

This left Sentinel in a state of astonished silence as he took a step back from Jazz, a look of disbelief on his faceplate, though traces of anger remained.

“What…” Sentinel murmured, his frustration simmering just beneath his helm.

“So, just think about, I mean, just look at everything that has happened ever since this project was approved, “ cried Jazz, trying to explain his point of view. “Autobots fighting other Autobots, do you really want that future? “

Sentinel couldn't believe this was coming out of Jazz's glossa and that he could feel that jets could drive Cybertron apart when it could easily do so much good for its future; sure there were downsides like the protests, but in fairness, pleasing everyone is impossible: a lesson Jazz had yet to understand.

“Everything will be just fine and everyone would be happy if you guys just you know called or quit” continued Jazz “There is nothing to lose from this and nobody has to fight each other “

Nothing to lose?

Now that pissed off Sentinel since taking away flying would be taking away what Sentinel felt like became a part of himself, his identity, and not just his identity but also the twins, along with many other Cybertronians, longed to experience flight as well.

The idea of seeing that all his hard work being undone would be a fate worse than getting offline and he won’t allow that at all.

“Do you think I'll be fine that a part of me I just discovered is taken away, do you think Jetfire and Jetstorm would be perfectly fine, unable to fly again without even asking them what they want to do with their own frame?” questioned Sentinel angrily.

Sentinel wasn't done yet he had so much to say against Jazz's argument and to get out of his chest plate.

“ And do you think those bots who wanted to be jets will be fine after their only and one shot is taken away, do seriously believe everything will just be fine if jets Autobots suddenly just don't exist!” continued Sentinel on a full-on rant. “and you know what… whether you like it or not you can't please everyone you met ”

Sentinel's words strike a core within Jazz since he begins to feel guilty; however, his fear of Autobots hurting each other and his unease against jets outweigh his better judgment.

“we-well, who knows, maybe Jetfire and Jetstorm would love being grounded bots again. After all, they were forced into this, weren't they? “ gulped Jazz, trying to find a defense for his argument, yet unfortunately, Sentinel brought up a lot of good points “.So I don't see why they would enjoy this at all”

“You don't know that, you don't even know who they are or what they even wanted!” argued Sentinel back.

“And somehow you do, like aren't you just their mentor” questioned Jazz a bit condescendingly

This was the final straw for Sentinel as he pulled something out before tossing it directly at Jazz's chest plate, which Jazz quickly caught in his servos. To his surprise, it wasn't his resignation letter; instead, it was a messy drawing of twins with Sentinel in the middle, and above it were the words “us.”

Jazz's faceplate twisted into one of guilt and petrification once he immediately realized the implication of the drawing: Sentinel was friends with Jetfire and Jetstorm… this changed everything.

“Sp i- I didn't know-” Jazz was unfortunately cut off by Sentinel stepping to the side and pointing to the door with his servo.

“LEAVE” simply demanded Sentinel, red in the faceplate. “NOW, THAT'S AN ORDER.”

“Sp wait-”

“I SAY LEAVE “

Jazz, taken aback in guilt complied with Sentinel's request and exited the room while still holding the drawing in his servos.

Once Jazz departed, Sentinel furiously hurled Jazz’s crumpled resignation letter against the window, yelling every insult, curse, and harsh word he could recall from his memory until he collapsed to the floor and started pounding it, struggling to hold back tears.

“Well, who needs him anyway? at least I still have Jetfire and Jetstorm by my side, right?” Sentinel thought to himself before getting back on his feet while still hissing in anger

As soon as Sentinel thought that, a minute later, Cliffjumper entered the room with Jetfire and Jetstorm behind him, who appeared bewildered and frightened.

“Sentinel, Ultra Magnus would like a world with you,” spoked Cliffjumper in a serious tone, “Directed orders. “

Oh great now what? This better be good news. The last thing Sentinel needs is bad news after getting out of an argument, though the expression on the twins' faceplates didn't inspire much confidence.

So with an angry grumble and gurgling under his breath, he followed Cliffjumper and the twins out of the room.

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Cliffjumper led Sentinel, Jetfire, and Jetstorm into a long hallway, where they continued walking for what felt like hours. During this, the twins began talking to each other in whispers.

“So you think..do you think they are going to..terminate… Project Safeguard?” whispered Jetstorm in concern. “And so you think that means..are they going to terminate us too?”.

“Hey, maybe..it's not termination, maybe it's just one of those boring updates where we're just in and out,” whispered Jetfire back, trying to comfort his brother despite clearly being scared himself.

“I hope so “ sighed Jetstorm before turning around “What do you think Sentinel Sir “

The last thing Sentinel wanted right now was to talk to anyone right now and the idea of talking about potentially losing the twins when just lost Jazz scared him to his code, but he refused to show it.

“I- let's just get this over with, “ huffed Sentinel, crossing his arms and hiding his fears under a tough exterior.

Before long, they entered the council hall, where Cliffjumper moved aside to observe from a corner with Ironhide, who was, naturally, munching on popcorn.

Sentinel let out a gurgle as he looked up at the council of Autobots glaring down at him, filled with anger and discontent.

“Sentinel Prime, would you mind clarifying this?” questioned Ultra Magnus in clear anger as he hurled a datapad from his desk into Sentinel's servos, which Sentinel, startled, swiftly caught before it could fall.

Sentinel's optics expanded in shock as he read the message on the datapad, which stated: “Sentinel is bragging about taking us to the best place ever, something about an Archa Seven?”.

Sentinel immediately recognized the writing: this was no other than Elita One's Journal and this made his temperature rise to extreme levels. How could the commander do such a vile act

Sentinel usually would save any bad thoughts about Ultra Magnus in private and wouldn't go out of his way to yell at the commander but Ultra Magnus just crossed a line: Magnus just read something that was supposed to be private and this made Sentinel unable to think properly

“Y- YOU READ HER JOURNAL “ shouted Sentinel for the first time at Ultra Magnus’s faceplate “THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE PRIVATE, HOW DID YOU GET THIS”

Ultra Magnus widened his optics in surprise when Sentinel shouted at him while the rest of the council whispered to each other in shock; however, the commander didn't back down from the upcoming argument.

“THAT DOESN'T EXCUSE THE FACT THAT THE INCIDENT THAT CURSE YOU COLLEAGUE DEMISES WAS YOUR IDEA DESPITE OPTIMUS CLAIMING OTHERWISE, “ shouted Ultra Magnus back sternly. “So it’s Fortune that Longarms informed us of this”

Sentinel backed away in fear when Ultra Magnus shouted back yet however he

clutched his servo into a fist the more the commander talked: he couldn't believe that Ultra Magnus was implying that he was the one that murdered Elita One when he did anything he could to try to save her and Longarms..how could he do this to him

“WAIT, IT WAS YOU!” shouted Sentinel, turning his attention to Longarms, who stared back at Sentinel with a look of guilt across his faceplate. “Y- YOU PIECE OF SCRAP”

Before Sentinel could tear Longarm piece by piece he was cut off by Ultra Magnus's booming voice that scared him back into obedience “ THAT ENOUGH SENTINEL”

Jetfire and Jetstorm didn't know what was going on, yet they still decided to stand on Sentinel's side, ready to defend him if needed even if it was a risk at their own expense.

“Well, what exactly kind of excuse do you have for reading that Journal” pointed out Jetstorm without any hesitation doe once since he was defending a friend

“Oh I know none!” added Jetfire, crossing his arms and glaring at Ultra Magnus in disdain.

Sentinel appreciated the defense, but he didn't want the twins to get themselves in trouble, so he tried to shush them by gesturing for them to be quiet; however, it didn't matter since Ultra Magnus didn't seem to care about their opinion.

“Sentinel prime I now could clearly see that I should have sent you to earth instead of Optimus” spoked Ultra Magnus coldly “For this crime you shall be suspended from your duties as subcommander and will serve as under maintenance until father investigation “

Sentinel, Jetfire, and Jetstorm optics widened in dread at this knowing this could separate them from each other which is something that they didn't want at all

“Wai-wait what about Jetfire and Jetstorm or-” Sentinel got off by Ultra Magnus’s firm voice

“Your duties will be passed on to Longarms and project safeguard shall we be supervised under Alpha Trion from the moment forward,” declared Ultra Magnus.

Alpha Trion, whose faceplate that was once a little smirk at the whole situation, turned into a look of disgust and shock once he realized he had to supervise those “things”.

“What?” yelped Alpha Trion and Sentinel, simultaneously in shock at this decision. Neither was happy about this.

“That’s an order, Alpha Trion. You shall start your training with project Safeguard right now, and Sentinel, you shall start your maintenance duties as well, “demanded Ultra Magnus. “Understand?”

Ultra Mangus's booming voice stunned everyone into silence. There was not a single brave spark in there that was willing to go against him at least directly.

“Of course, Sir,” Sighed Alpha Trion, getting up from his desk and began approaching the twins, who stared at old mechs in apprehension, but Sentinel protectively stood in front of them as it was by pure instinct.

“Wait- huh, can at least..see this new training taking place, “ gulped Sentinel. “I mean, it is not against protocol to watch a simple training session, right? “

Sentinel's hesitant to follow Ultra Magnus's orders right away is getting on Alpha Trion's last nerves until he remembers Sentinel now is technically no longer sub commander which puts a smile on the old mech faceplate.

“That would be unnecessary in fact I forbid you to walk through the doors of the training grounds “ smirked Alpha Trion “And before you argue may I remind you you're no longer Sub-Commander, now step aside unless you want to be low maintenance, that an order”

Damn, Sentinel wanted to punch that faceplate so badly as he stared daggers at the old mech’s optics before shifting his attention to the twins, who were both holding back their tears not wanting their friend to be taken away from them

“Sentinel, sir, don't let him take us away from you, “ whispered Jetstorm to Sentinel while Jetfire comforted his brother by putting a servo on his shoulder.

“i-i’ll think of something, ok!” whispered Sentinel back before reluctantly stepping aside “Just huh look out for each other ok “

Sentinel watched in disgust as Alpha Trion hardly grabbed the Jetfire and Jetstorm by the shoulders, his servo digging deeper creating a scraping sound before the old mech left the rooms with the twins.

Damn it, Sentinel was itching to chase after that old mech and land a few punches; it would be satisfying to show that ancient cog a thing or two. However, before Sentinel could come up with various ideas on how to kick Alpha Trion’s rear, Ultra Magnus interjected once more

“Now that it is settled, I believe there is a mass hall that needs to be cleaned,” spoke the commander directly at Sentinel.

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A few days passed, and Sentinel couldn't believe his career had been thrown out the window thanks to Longarms exposing Elita’s Journal; he was now mopping floors of the mass hall like some kind of low-rated, and worst of all, he couldn't even see the twins from here.

He tried multiple times to sneak a peek at the training grounds however his.... current role... prevented him from making an excuse to get close to the observation deck, as his tasks always kept him in this wretched hall that lacked any windows overlooking the training area, and sneaking around wasn't an option since Alpha Trion had the nerve to remind everyone in the base that he was supposed to be in the mass hall.

The only somewhat good thing is that Sentinel was nearly done wiping the stains off the floor, which was his last task before he could finally escape back to his quarters for some rest.

“Come on, come on!” grumbled Sentinel pushing the towel up and down on the floor while on his knees: he never felt this pathetic since he was just a head.

Finally, after what felt like a whole cycle Sentinel was able to clear off the stain: he was finally free at least he thought so until-

SPLASH

He turned his helm to find that Ironhide had spilled some oil on a table.. a table that Sentinel just cleaned an hour ago.. worst of all Ironhide did it on purpose since there was a smirk look on his faceplate.

“Hey Sentinel Prime, clean up on aisle nine “ mocked Ironhide“or should I say maintenance Prime”

“Wow,” Sentinel thought to himself... his own insult used against him…Is this how Optimus felt? Because this was an utter nightmare if this was what he had to put up with almost every day, .

Sentinel's optics flicker as Ironhide nonchalantly threw his empty oil can at Sentinel's faceplate before exiting the mess hall with a laugh that was infuriating

“THAT NOT EVEN AN ORIGINAL INSULT YOU COGHEAD “. Shouted Sentinel with smoke coming out of his pipes before picking up the empty can of oil and storming towards a chute

With a huff, Sentinel lifted the lid of the trash chute, uncovering a dark descending passage that leads to…who knows where the waste ends up? Most likely toward an incinerator or something similar. He didn’t care. He just flung the oil can into the chute and observed it glide down the passage until…

THUMP

Now that piqued Sentinel's interest because it wasn’t the expected sound of burning or crushing like he expected, but rather a loud thud

It seems like this garbage chute has a bottom to it that wasn’t a deathly fall. This immediately gave him an idea: if he couldn't go through the doors to the training grounds..he could use this other option.

He quickly shook his helm at this idea: this was crazy! Throwing himself into a garbage chute like a madbot is a new kind of low point not to mention completely disgusting.

However, he looked at a reflection of himself on the shinning walls of the mass hall that showed his now missing elite guard symbol that was once on his chest plate making him realize he had nothing left to lose: any career and dignity he once held were thrown out the window all thanks to Longarms and the least Sentinel could do was to check on the twins to make sure they are doing well since those two were the only thing that he has left.

Plus anything would be better than spending another hour cleaning the same room over and over again or potentially breaking protocol.

“I can't believe I'm doing this, “gurgled Sentinel, scanning around the mass hall to make sure that nobody saw him.

After confirming that no one was around, he breathed deeply, stepped back a few paces, and then jumped into the garbage chute, gliding down the sloping passage into the impending darkness that awaited him.

[mychlapci]

Episode 8 - Con Job

Interesting, Miko mentions chores. Do you think Optimus has a chore chart? It’d be really funny if they did. What do chores even constitute on a disused American nuclear bunker?

Hello Wheeljack. 

I thought Optimus said, “Wheeljack, I know him by reputation only.” And I was like, oh hey he/they Wheeljack. 

Arcee ships them. She’s like “Who’s the boyfriend?” 

Hey do they ever bring up the fact that Soundwave can apparently just make clones of people using vehicons? Like what the fuck? I’ve never seen this brought up in anything. 

Ngl, I’m not sure how I feel about Wheeljack’s voice. Like it’s a damn good voice, I just don’t think of it as Wheeljack. 

WHY DID THEY GIVE HIM SWORDS?!

His fuckin helm spike thing is so goofy. 

Oh it’s so fucking cute how Bulkhead just scoops him up and nuzzles his helm into his chest. <3

I think they should’ve put Prowl in the ship with Wheeljack, as a treat for me specifically. 

Okay so the con who replaced Wheeljack is named Makeshift…. Girl why do we never hear about him ever again and why is he just a normal Vehicon and why did Soundwave have to tentacle grab him in order for him to transform into Wheeljack. Also this adds to my growing pile of evidence that all the vehicons are sentient and have their own powers and abilities. 

It’s really funny seeing Soundwave from side view because they have to arrange his helm outstretched because otherwise he wouldn’t be able to see around his shoulder pauldrons. 

Oh hey they put Wheeljack in bondage. I wonder why they’ll do to him- *I am forcibly dragged away by the Kellog centipede*

“Strike team” Starscream says as the camera pans over 100 of the exact same canon fodder that have been ripped apart by the Autobots. 

Okay note down that pastimes on Cybertron include throwing a giant metal ball at each other. 

Bumblebee dancing my beloved <3

“Primes don’t party” tell that to G1 Optimus and get back to me later. 

I think Ratchet deserves 50 days of paid vacation. 

I feel so fucking bad for Makeshift. He’s just like. Some fucking guy, he’s not getting paid. If his disguise gets revealed he’ll probably get ripped to pieces. Do you think he got sad knowing how kind the Autobots are? 

“I’ll have to rip out your spark chamber” Okay Miko. 

Sorry I honestly thought Makeshift was gonna fucking squish Miko. 

The music and framing is so fucking ominous lmao. I cannot take it seriously. 

It’s always so funny to me whenever the show tries to make the vehicons actual threats because like, they’re not. There’s no universe where I’m ever scared for the autobots when they’re fighting the vehicons. Which is honestly just sad for the vehicons tbh. They should’ve gotten at least one W. 

God this soundtrack is so fucking dramatic. That’s not like an insult against the actual music, it just feels so fucking out of place. 

Man wouldn’t it have been so cool if Makeshift actually ended up killing Wheeljack and just took his place because he was sick and tired of running with the cons. 

Man…. why’d they fucking blow him up. He would’ve been so cool :[

Episode 9 - Convoy

Episode nine was not in the official TFP playlist on Youtube. The video is literally on Youtube, it’s just not in the playlist. So odd. 

I like how Optimus says they cannot transport the DINGUS through groundbridge tech because of potential accidents but never once does the groundbridge actually fuck up anything in the show itself. Like the actually machinery controlling it breaks all the time but actually transporting characters and it works perfectly fine. They could’ve just said that nuclear material interferes with the signal and that’s why they can’t use it. 

Oh yeah I remember this episode. Dreaded MECH introduction episode. 

Agent Fowler perfectly demonstrates what it’s like to drive on the roads in America. Some asshole will be honking their horn at your for driving the speed limit and it’s like, just go around asshole. 

God I feel so bad for Agent Fowler, none of the budget went into his model TwT

Man, I’m so mad about how MECH was handled. Like it’s so weird to me that they’re a season 1 introduction when Unicron, aka, robot satan, is literally the final battle of this season. 

Ough. Silas get the fuck outta here you homophobic cunt [he killed Breakdown that’s homophobic] 

Also is it ever explained why MECH was going after that nuclear material. Cause like, it’s shown that they didn’t know about cybertronians until this point in the timeline and yet non of their actions are ever explained. 

WHAT THE FUCK IS SILAS TALKING ABOUT?! NEW WORLD ORDER WHAT MY GUY??????? WHY DOES THIS NEVER GET EXPLAINED??????

Man if I was a vehicon I would just want to be on cleaning duty 24/7

Thank you Ratchet for being the only guy in the room that actually cares about these kids’ safety. But also I think it’s so funny that his main concern is the kids getting physical trauma from the ground bridge transportation, and not, y’know, the heavily armed adult humans who have guns. 

I like how Bumblebee fights like a boxer up close. He should be able to do that more I think. 

It is always morally correct to mentally redesign Arcee in your mind so she’s not built like a fucking twig. Give that girl some meat on her bones!

OPTIMUS SHOOT HIM OUT OF THE GODDAMN SKY. KILL HIM. 

Episode 10 - Deus Ex Machina

Yay Knockout debut episode <3

I love how you can see one of the girls who teased Jack in the opening episode in detention with Miko. What did she do? I wanna know. 

Once again, Miko and Bulkhead continue to be the best human/bot dynamic in this show. 

“You can’t just cut detention.” He says, actively driving her away from the school because she asked him. 

I love you Bulkhead <3 He supports union rights, he’s a union man. 

Literally I’m not even joking I actually physically squealed when Knockout showed up. I love him so much <3

“Yes right, you’re one of those.” HOMOPHOBIC STARSCREAM

The tubes they have placed all over Megatron’s body are so silly. There’s one attached to his knee, one on his chest vents, another on his shoulder pauldrons. What do they even do? From the looks of the animation, it seems like they’re forcing his chest to rise up and down, but like, Cybertronians don’t need to breath. Maybe it’s stimulating the energon pumps inside of him?

Where is my assistant.” They were too homophobic to say husband 😔

Breakdown’s tits are so massive good lord. How does he even see over those thangs. 

God I’m dreading Breakdown’s death so bad. He’s so cool and he has a rivalry with Bulkhead and I cannot remember if he and Wheeljack ever get to interact and rouoguaourogugh killing the TFP writing team for their decisions. 

“Megatron will have to wait.” How much you wanna bet that if Starscream got to keep the energon draining orb he would’ve set that thang to kill Megatron as soon as possible. 

Knockout is so fucking based for flirting with Optimus and then immediately telling him that his husband is going to kick his ass. I love him so much <3 “You’re reallllll heavy duty, just like my friend here.” God. I need him to show up again in another series. Also it’s so funny that Knockout manages to take out Optimus literally as soon as he shows up and he probably would’ve killed him if their goal wasn’t focused elsewhere. Like damn Megatron, do better lmao. 

I think this episode has the most Soundwave body animation since the series started and that’s not saying much since he literally just kneels down, grabs something, transforms, and takes off. 

Literally it’s so funny to me that this random fucking security guard is like, interrogating Miko and it’s like. Dude that’s a 14 year old. Her ass is not getting that orb out of there on her own. Like obviously it’s suspicious but kids do stupid shit all the time, I would’ve believed her when she said she just got lost or fell asleep past closing time. 

God the reaction time between KOBD seeing Bulkhead and them immediately giving each other smug ass smirks before they try to kill him. Get you a power couple like that <3

They should’ve let Starscream keep his life draining orb. He needs a W every once in a while. 

But Bulkhead smashing is it a very nice scene. The lighting is good. 

Knockout, at Bulkhead’s unconscious body: He’s a glutton for punishment

Breakdown: Hehe

GIRL THEY WANT HIM SO BAD. 

Anyways yeagh, sorry this took so long lmao. School’s been kicking my ass. My professor finally got around to grading my assignments which is nice. I would give these episodes a 7/10, a 5/10, and an 8/10 respectively. 

-burnt ice anon

oh helllou, we are so back. don’t worry, school has also been kicking my ass, but as long as we’re all kicking, am i righr fellas.

…. you know, i’ve seen people discuss Makeshift before, and i can’t lie, i’ve thought about him before. i thought he was an outlier or an experiment of sorts, with all the cloning and stuff, and he’s clearly done it multiple times already… I think it’s a pity he didn’t have a bigger role. A decepticon realizing that the autobots treat their own nicely and deciding that he wants to stay no matter what would have been so interesting, and very heartbreaking... also, I liked how his voice changes when the bots realize he’s a spy. Was he doing a Wheeljack impression this whole time?

also Wheeljack, i’ve had a thought about Wheeljack (you know what week it is, i can’t talk about anything so i have to fill our air time with other stuff), because they made him much unlike his other iterations, but he’s very clearly Wheeljack, the writers even put a nod to his previous selves by giving him explosives. What if he underwent a Perceptor-style transformation. He was a scientist, something terrible happened, and he turned himself into a warrior out of necessity and trauma… Would’ve been an interesting backstory, especially considering Bulkhead insisting that Wheeljack never changes. Maybe he changed once, very drastically, before he'd joined the wreckers, and that’s the stubborn Wheeljack he knows… many thoughts, and they are normal.

Convoy is absolutely hilarious. It’s an episode about robots transporting the DINGUS and they say it multiple times. That said, yeah, Silas is… God, I actually always really disliked the MECH episodes (maggot helped remedy this don’t worry maggot my friend). Still, “new world order” this and that, Silas I think you are a white supremacist of sorts. Maybe not good to admit that after we’ve tried to milk him for his sperm but yeah, he really does strike me as a nazi guy. That is my explanation for why the shit he says is weird, senseless lunatic shit. He doesn’t mean anything by “new world order” he’s talking about nazi stuff. yeah.

ah, yes, the Deus Ex Machina, also known as the episode where Knockout and Breakdown are thirsty for a third. Knockout is the best thing to happen to this show and to transformers as a whole. gay boy. so good for him. Can you see me straining to stop myself from saying what I need Knockout and Breakdown to do to Bulkhead? Do you see my pain, underneath layers of ramblings?, hrggh…

[brandwhorestarscream]

Can we please see TFP Cryptoid Seekers (Jazz EQ Event). Like, I want to know how it would go with them. Especially with the whole "rouge Starscream" concept. Does the team all go to refuel, only to all get paralyzed and knocked out like Jazz was, waking up with the insatiable hunger. Or does Starscream find their base by parental will alone. Or even, does the whole Jazz but Team Prime thing happen, no one knows what's going on, then a fully developed seeker emerges. Please. Would you write this as a fic.

(Fun fact. My question mark is broken, so a lot of these periods are actually question marks. Sorry!)

Hey anon! I had a lotta fun with this one, but this is meant to serve only as the first part. Second part will be God Knows When, so I hope you'll enjoy this in the mean time!

Anyway, I hope ya'll enjoy this blurb of Starscream's terrifying cryptid hellspawn terrorizing the autobots

It was, like most things these days, the rookie’s fault. Smokescreen had come waltzing back into base, strutting like a peacock and proudly showing off his haul, arms stacked high with the weirdest energon containers any of them had ever seen. Perfectly spherical from every angle, and scans revealed they held within them the highest possible quality, packed to the brim with the maximum potential energy-per-ounce. You’d be hard pressed to find anything like this on Cybertron save for within the Towers, and Ratchet was quick to seize them all for the emergency cache. Saying they ought to save it until someone needed a life-saving surgery and the nectar of the gods would aid in their recovery. Or, alternatively, if they took another turn toward unfortunate famine, those weird energon pods could tide them over for quite awhile.

Desperate to taste such a high quality treat, Smokescreen had eagerly offered to go get more. Stealing from Starscream was child’s play when he was otherwise engaged halfway across the continent with the autobots and decepticons, especially when he had the phase shifter. Optimus had forbid it, though–the window of opportunity had closed.

Starscream was very clearly incredibly upset about the loss of his fuel stores–Smokescreen had reported at least 30 of the weird orb-pod-things, and had gotten away with a total of 11. The seeker clearly knew they were the culprit, and had reportedly razed no less than seven government facilities in the last week.

“That stuff must be good if he’s this crazy about it,” Smokescreen had sighed wistfully after Fowler stalked away, demanding Optimus do something about the rogue jet. “Hey, doc, you sure-”

“Yes I’m sure!” Ratchet snaps from nearby, not even bothering to turn around. “Don’t even think about it, kid.”

He had whined about the unfairness of it all, but obeyed. The only ones amongst them that had ever had the privilege of such high quality energon were of course Optimus and Ultra Magnus, but they were in no rush to consume it, either. Ever the models of self control.

Three weeks after they’d put the special fuel in storage the normal-grade stuff was starting to run low and they had to raid another mine. It was profitable, but only barely, the spoils only requiring a trio of mecha to unload it into the energon vault. With the two youngest attending to their human companions’ and Ratchet fixing a minor wound on Arcee’s arm, only Optimus, Magnus, and Bulkhead were present when the orbs they’d stolen from Starscream suddenly exploded.

The detonation was obnoxiously loud, easily heard from everywhere in the base, a perfectly synchronized explosion of all 11 at once that brought the both of them running. As they approached the door there was the unmistakable sound of bodies hitting the floor, and before them all three lay splayed out unconscious. There’s energon everywhere, glowing sharp cyan splattered on the walls, slathered upon their bodies as Ratchet rushes to check on them. They’re all fine, not bleeding, no wounds, but the energon they’re covered with is exceptionally viscous, almost slimy, and has the strongest paralyzing agent Ratchet has ever encountered. Just stepping in it steals the function from his legs in less than half a klik, and it falls to Arcee to hoses the area down and get the contaminated stuff down the drain.

The three main victims don’t stay unconscious for long, only a few megacycles. Ratchet works over them furiously, flushing their systems when he realizes the paralyzing agent is one of those annoying topical creations that can absorb through the mesh and penetrate directly into the mainlines. It’s wasteful but necessary, and thankfully, they’re ok. They’re back on their pedes before nightfall, and the scans come back clean.

The only problem is their fuel gauges.

Ratchet wakes the whole base pounding on Optimus’s door at some odd hour of the morning, using his medical override when it doesn’t open fast enough. The Prime is unresponsive in his berth and the vital sign monitor on the medic’s arm is beeping urgently.

“Get me energon, now!” he barks an order at the nearest autobot. “He’s dropping into stasis lock.”

“What?!”

Bumblebee returns in record time and Ratchet immediately sends him out for more as he sets up for an emergency transfusion. He’s mumbling feverishly to himself as he scans the larger mech; it shouldn’t be possible. He had to have ruptured something internally while he was resting to have his energon levels dropping that fast! His sparkpulse was dangerously low, and his energon level was less than 5%. There was a breach somewhere in his body, there had to be.

The scans all come back clean. All of his fuel tubing is intact. His internal processing system is perfectly pristine. There’s no report of any obstructions, no weird fuel demands anywhere else. It’s like-

The vital sign monitor wails on his arm, and Ratchet swears. “Bulkhead!”

It’s no small feat getting the three of them into the medbay when they’re all unconscious and can’t walk. As soon as he finishes transfusing one another’s monitor goes off, and the scans are useless. They all come back the picture of health, there’s nothing wrong with them! Pulse normal, all internal organs functioning optimally. There’s no leaks, no breakages, no nothing. The fuel is entering exactly where it’s supposed to, it’s staying where it’s supposed to. The only explanation is that the weird decepticon fuel-weapon thing. Their metabolism has skyrocketed to unmanageable levels–no sooner has the fuel entered their tanks is it being digested. It’s like it’s just vanishing, evaporating. It’s going in, it’s not leaking anywhere, but it’s somehow not reaching the rest of their bodies.

Honestly, it’s a brilliant weapon.

“...we need more energon,” he announces hollowly after half a megacycle of adrenaline fueled rushing. “They’ll starve by sunrise if we don’t get more.”

Of course… he could cut off the supply of one to prolong the other two. Obviously Optimus would be the first he’d preserve, but how to choose between Bulkhead and Ultra Magnus? His mind scrambles between them, weighing the pros and cons, which would be more of an asset on earth and thereafter-

“More energon, got it,” Arcee is already taking charge, jabbing a finger at the door and ordering the two younglings, “Bee, Smokescreen, with me. We’ll be back, Ratchet.”

After a solemn moment, he nods. “I’ll leave it to you, then.”

…

Three sleepless days later, their plight ends at last. They’d done nothing but feverishly hunt for mines and steal as much energon as they could, quickly bringing it back to base, rinse and repeat without rest. They’re all ready to drop and can barely soldier ahead when finally, finally, Optimus Prime opens his optics and sits up on the medical berth like he hadn’t just been in a starvation coma for the last three days.

“Ratchet,” he says, very quietly. “I am going to vomit.”

“Wha-”

He leans over the side and wretches, violently, half-digested energon and internal fuel-tank acids splashing onto the floor. Ratchet backpedals in surprise, but he’s not done, clamping one servo over his mouth and stumbling out of the berth to make a dash for the sinks but it’s no use–his legs are wobbly from lack of fuel and use alike, and more vomit splashes through his fingers despite his best effort, and he stumbles to his knees. One servo planted on the floor and the other still trying to hold it in, he heaves once, twice, and hacks out a sheet of clear, slimy sludge.

“Optimus-” Ratchet wrenches his servo down from his face–last thing they needed was their leader drowning himself on his own purged fuel! “Stop, stop, just let it come-”

An earth shattering clang and Bulkhead rolls right off his berth, and is still laying, dazed, on his back when he starts violently gagging too. Ultra Magnus is the last one up, and at least has the decency to apologize for throwing up all over the slab he’s just defiled.

The stench is unbearable, the metal tang of energon mixed with hydrochloric acid and there’s no containing the mess–the scanners don’t give any sort of indication as to what’s going on, why they’re suddenly so violently rejecting the fuel their bodies had been so desperate for just minutes ago. The vital sign monitor suddenly wails and Optimus chokes grandly, clawing at his chassis–and Ratchet sees that something has jammed his primary fuel tube. It’s such a large obstruction that it’s crushing his aeration tubing and causing it to collapse. In response his core temperature is rising dangerously quickly, vents gushing and labored as his body hitches and rolls, trying to get it out and gagging grandly.

He’s choking, and his system’s are in a frenzy, red light blaring in his vision and emergency messages flooding his HUD.

“On your back!” Ratchet orders, shoving him down and turning him over. If it doesn’t dislodge itself in the next 10 nanokliks he’ll have to open him up to remove it surgically. “Arms down, down! I need-”

The monitor blares again and Ultra Magnus starts choking too. Bulkhead is right behind him. Slag, slag, slag-!

“ARCEE!” he yells aloud and into his comms, praying she’s still on base. He’s going to need someone else’s hands if he’s going to help them all-

Optimus makes a strangled, wheezing noise, and his back bows off the ground, servos scrabbling at his throat. His pedes dig at the ground as if struggling for traction, and without warning a tiny, flailing arm reaches out of the Prime’s throat. Ratchet recoils in horror with a strangled, “By the Allspark…!”

Tiny claws dig into his bottom denta, and a second servo reaches to join them. Optimus rolls onto his side and purges again, and out of his mouth falls an honest to Primus sparkling, dripping energon sludge and shaking itself off, rolling over in the puddle of sick and rubbing it’s face into the ground, whining loudly.

It’s a wiry, gaunt little thing, with a sunken, too-thin face and what are definitely wing nubs beginning to furl out and harden on it’s back. Optimus stares at it, open-mouthed and speechless, for a solid five seconds before wretching again.

There’s more than one!

The sparkling bumbles clumsily out of the puddle and glances around, before promptly throwing it’s helm back, unhinging it’s jaw, and letting out the loudest, most unholy sound Ratchet has ever heard. The walls shake, he can feel the floor vibrating beneath his pedes with the force of the soundwaves the newborn is making. It’s high pitched, and shrill, and horrible, echoing and wailing like the worst kind of alarm. It runs away from him when he makes to pick it up, hoping to… he doesn’t even know what, and skitters under the nearest berth. It starts up screaming again, louder this time, and at last Arcee stumbles in through the door, clutching her helm.

“What is that?!”

“No time!” he can barely hear himself over the noise. “We need-”

“RATCHE-E-ET!” Bulkhead bellows like the world is ending, and the sheer terror in his voice draws the medic over. There’s a sparkling hanging half out of his mouth and he’s struggling to yank it out at the same time there’s a horrible grinding sound from his midsection, and something punches outward and straight through his plating. It’s a tiny pede this time, a tiny thruster, and within seconds the hole is torn open larger, bent inward and stretched further, and the upper half of another horrifying little abomination pops through. It wriggles, twists, and promptly tumbles down his midsection and onto the floor. It runs off too, a sibling in hot pursuit, joining the screaming one under the berth. Bulkhead is bleeding profusely from the wound on his midsection as the hellspawn join their sibling in the ungodly shrieking, and somewhere in the room, glass shatters. The soundwaves are so powerful they make the medic’s servos shake as he’s scrambling to stop the bleeding. It goes all the way to his primary fuel pump, and he realizes with horror.

The little parasites must have been in those spherical energon pods, and had anchored themselves within their bodies to steal energon and continue development. The first few had crawled out the way they entered, but the others-!

Bulkhead wheezes and collapses backwards, unconscious as his fuel tank is punctured again and another sparkling punches through, a bit further north than the previous two. Ratchet tries to grab it but it’s slippery, and no sooner has he wrapped one servo around it has it sunk it’s razor sharp, serrated denta into his finger and torn off a chunk of his mesh. Swearing in pain, he drops it, and the little hellion bounces off his knee and onto the floor, rolling thrice and having the audacity to hiss at him before scampering away. This one doesn’t go under the berth, though: it makes a beeline for the console and is immediately starting to scale the perfectly vertical surface to get halfway up the wall. It shimmies up the wall like a god damn gecko and disappears into the rafters. To make matters worse, it starts screaming too.

Smokescreen had brought in 11 of those energon pods–eggs, they were eggs Ratchet had by now realized–and that meant 11 tiny, Unicron spawned parasites trying to violently escape their unconventional hosts’ bodies.

He had just barely stopped Bulkhead from bleeding out when Magnus threw up two at once, a pair of twins, and his midsection suddenly bowed outwards and an unholy screeching trio burst out of him as one. Five in Magnus, three in Bulkhead, that left four for Optimus. He was the only lucky one, as all four of the sparklings had decided to exit the way they entered. There was severe damage to fuel systems all around, cracked and shredded tubing and wounds in the mouth from the babies’ sharp claws, but they were going to live, thankfully.

There were 12 in total, and after getting a good look at them their parentage was unmistakable–even if they hadn’t known Smokescreen had stolen them from Starscream, they were all in his spitting image. The same sickly thin frames, too-small arms and legs and papery wings, sunken faces and optics far too big for their helms. Mouths full of several rows of curved, knife-like denta with jaw strength great enough to bite through an adult mech’s armor plating. And if that wasn’t enough to confirm it, the screaming set it in stone: the windows had long since shattered in the wake of all 12 voices hollering as loud as they could. They didn’t even seem to be all that distressed: there were no tears, no sobbing, just insistent, never ending wailing like those earthen emergency sirens. Only Starscream’s spawn could ever be this loud.

It took them over two megacycles to round them all up and get them out of the medbay so Ratchet could fix the non-lethal injuries in relative peace. They couldn’t make a decision on what to do with them all until the three unwitting incubators had a clean bill of health. Ratchet knew Optimus would want to do the right thing: return them to their mother. No wonder Starscream had been going crazy for the last month, it all made sense now, and he surely wouldn’t rest until he found his wayward offspring.

Keeping the twelve of them in the main room wasn’t too difficult, so long as the doors all stayed closed. Resisting the urge to strangle them, however, was much more difficult. Within 2 kliks Arcee was ready to power up the ground bridge and go dump them in the wilderness somewhere. The little hellspawn were borderline indestructible, as all sparklings were by earth standards. More than once one had fallen more than fifty feet from the rafters to the floor and had done little more than wheeze a few times before shaking themselves off and scurrying to climb back up.

She’d never seen a baby seeker before. No one had. The snobs never came down from Vos before the war, and no one was having sparklings in an active warzone.

Or, well. No one smart was.

Regardless. She’d never seen a seekerling before, and she honestly wasn’t sure if they were all this crazy or if they were so messed up on account of being Starscream’s spawn. It wasn’t just the screaming, no: it was the way their jaws unhinged to stick things in their mouths. It was the way their helms spun 180 degrees to look at things, it was the three-to-four rows of denta they all had. It was the way they flickered in and out of existence, some kind of unstable camouflage/invisibility, it was the way they climbed the walls and were hanging upside down from the ceiling while never letting up the ungodly wailing. They were only about human size but so loud they could be heard more than a mile away.

A fact evidenced by Agent Fowler’s sudden arrival. He couldn’t hear them, but they could hear him, barely. Informing them that the sparklings were causing a serious, dangerous disturbance in radio communication, and were to be moved offsite, underground, immediately. Arcee didn’t have it in her to argue.

[theoceanoasis]

Hope you’re doing well and that you’re not getting sick of these kinds of asks.

Soundwave anguished scream when Hot Rod doesn’t wake up after he sacrifices himself in the loop to the cosmic rust to save Soundwave & Laserbeak. Soundwave refusing to leave Hot Rod’s body. Soundwave can still feel that Hot Rod is alive but nobody really believes him though.

Thanks :)

They were frantically trying to stop the cosmic rust and Soundwave was cursing Starscream for being a jerk. He could see more rust approaching and he felt his spark spin rapidly with panic.

Images of Blurr flashed before his mind and he was terrified of the same thing happening to the two of them. Everytime he thought they'd gotten all the rust, more came.

He was chocking back panic, working as fast as he could. He didn't know how long they'd been working. When he noticed a strange platform materialize which Soundwave noticed as well.

The two of them looked at each other still frantically trying to stop the cosmic rust.

"Take Laserbeak and go."

"I'm not leaving without you."

"Hot Rod go. I'm not going to loose you."

He stood up shaking his head and Soundwave did the same thing. They both ignored the cosmic rust as the two fought to get the other onto the platform. Using a dirty move he'd learned from the Decepticon. He used his weight against him and shoved him onto the platform.

Soundwave looked shocked and he smiled feeling a horrible burning sensation as he was infected.

"I love you."

That was the last thing he said before turning to dust before Soundwave's very optics. He screamed in agony as he watched him die.

"Hot Rod!"

Just as he was suddenly disconnected from the loop. Helmet falling he turned to Hot Rod expecting to see him perfectly fine, since it wasn't real. However when the helmet came off Hot Rod collapsed to the ground, his paint fading rapidly. Around him everyone gasped in shock and horror.

He fell to his knees frantically shaking him.

"Hot Rod wake up! You've got to wake up for me!"

Recieving no response he could feel his spark fading, as he desperately tried waking him. When he felt his spark fade he screamed in pain and anguish.

Around him people cried and someone touched his shoulder which he shrugged off holding Hot Rods body in his arms. For a moment he swore he could have felt something and he frantically looked down at him.

"Hot Rod are you there?"

Around him people gave him pitying looks. Ignoring his cries pleading with them to help. Believing he was going through a mental breakdown.

He refused to let go of Hot Rod's body determined to save him no matter what anyone said. The Autobots may have given up on him but he hasn't.

When Megatron split Cybertron in half he took Hot Rod. Sneaking him over to his side. He knew if the Autobots had him they wouldn't help him and he would die.

After doing some scans he realized it was a problem with his processor. The comic rust inside the loop, must have caused his body to go into shock making it think he'd died.

He needed to go inside his mind and find him before it was too late.

Using the cortical physic patch he went inside Hot Rods mind and was surprised to find him inside a house.

He was sitting on a rocking chair with a sparkling in his arms smiling down happily. Looking around he realized they were in the sparklings room.

Noticing his presence Hot Rod looked up smiling happily. Completely unaware of the danger he was in.

"How was work?"

"What?"

He gave him a confused look. Because he had no idea what he was talking about.

"You've been working yourself too hard."

Hot Rod held out the sparkling and he looked down taking in the features he could see a mix of Hot Rod and himself.

"Do you want to hold him?"

He carefully took the sparkling and placed him the crib. He then turned back to Hot Rod.

"We need to get out of here?"

Hot Rod frowned giving a confused and worried look.

"Why? What's going on?"

He reached for his sparkling and he kneeled down taking his hands.

"Hot Rod I know this might look real but it's not. You're trapped inside your mind right now and if you don't leave this place you'll be trapped here forever."

"You're scaring me."

"Hot Rod we need to go."

"You're not making any sense. We're safe here."

"No we're not. This isn't real."

"Of course it's real. We have a sparkling together."

Hot Rod got up and went to his crib. Only to cry in distress when he didn't see his sparkling.

"Where's our little one?"

He began frantically calling for their sparkling.

"Why aren't you helping me? We need to find him."

"Hot Rod stop. There is nothing to find. He's not real."

"Stop it."

Hot Rod cried in distress and the walls began breaking down.

"We need to get out of here."

"No, we're safe here. The war is over and we have a family. We're happy here."

"It's not real. None of this is real."

Hot Rod shook his head tears falling as more of the world around them broke down.

"I'm happy here. Why can't I stay?

"Because I love you."

Hot Rod gave him a shocked look as he moved closer taking his hands.

"I love you and I want to be with you. I want our love to be real. I miss you and you need to come back."

He wrapped his arms around Hot Rod ignoring the world that was almost gone.

"Please Hot Rod come back to me."

He felt a sudden drop as the floor collapsed and then with a gasp he was waking up. Looking over he could see Hot Rod doing the same thing.

He climbed out of bed unhooking himself from the machines and hugged him.

"I'm glad you're back."

"So am I."

He kissed him and Hot Rod leaned against him. The two of them held each other for a long time taking comfort in the fact they were alive and together.

[transformers-platonic]

Beast Wars: Can’t sleep

(On the first night on Earth, Cheetor can’t sleep. Optimus notices and talks to him.)

Cheetor walked around the base. The moonlight dimly illuninating the halls of the ship. Cheetor stood outside and reached up, grabbing a branch. It snapped under his grip. He was inspecting it when there was another sound of a branch breaking.

“Who’s there?” He asked, turning around quickly. He tried to hide his sigh of relief when he saw Optimus walking towards him. “You know, you shouldn’t sneak up on people.”

“I apologize if I startled you.” Optimus said. “I thought you would be recharging, but then I noticed you leaving the ship.”

“I’m sorry I left without your permission, Boss Bot. I promise, I wasn’t going far.” He said.

“I’m not angry at you, Cheetor.” Optimus said, “I simply wanted to ensure that everything was alright.”

“Why wouldn’t it be? I mean, sure we’re stuck here for a bit, but this planet is really cool and we did sign up to explore.” Cheetor said quickly.

Optimus said nothing for a few minutes. He took the time to look around the unfamilier sights. “It’s rare to find an organic world.”

“I guess so.” Cheetor said. He looked at Optimus as though trying to guess what Optimus was trying to say. He fidgeted as Optimus wasn’t saying anything. “Does it bother you? Things being so strange, I mean.”

“I can see why it would. I suppose that a world like Cybertron would be unsettling for an organic being as well though.” Optimus replied. “What do you think of it?”

“I’m an explorer, I don’t get nervous just because things don’t look like home.” Cheetor said quickly.

“You must be a tougher explorer than I was my first time spending long an a world that was this different from home.” Optimus breathed out.

“What do you mean?” Cheetor asked.

“I went though a bit of time where I didn’t want to leave the ship at all. The way I saw it, the ship was a source of security, the only thing familier.” He said. “Of course I did. I followed all the orders and acted like everything was fine.”

Cheetor laughed. “I’m sorry, I can’t imagine you being nervous on a new planet.”

Optimus nodded. “Everyone here is. It’s perfectly natural. We’ll get though it as a team.”

Cheetor looked out, he could barely make out the unfamilier surroundings. “You know, I can’t wait to get home, but I don’t think this place will be half-bad.”

“I feel the same way.” Optimus agreed.

“You won’t tell Rattrap about this, right?” Cheetor asked.

“Your secret’s safe with me.” Optimus agreed. “I should get back inside for some recharge.”

“I guess I should to, I just want to stay out here a little longer.” Cheetor replied.

“Alright, don’t stay out too late.” Optimus said with a smile. Cheetor nodded in reply as Optimus entered the ship.

[decepticannibal]

Hello, do ypu think you could share anything regarding what Deadair and Panzer were like, what happened to them, and possibly even what Blitzwing was like before becoming a Triple Changer?

Totally!

Deadair, panzer and blitzwing were all artists/deadbeats living in a vosian colony and scraping by together on commissions. Blitzwing was a sculpter, deadair was a musician and panzer did a little bit of everything. None of them particularly cared for fancy living or making it big. They just wanted to stay together. They joined the war when the government cracked down on "nonessential" work like the arts and started pushing them to join "proper flyer jobs" like transportation or military usage.

Deadair was definitely the voice of reason among the trine and was the strongest of them physically, and panzer was the one who got them in trouble while being the smartest and the one that made all their weapons/made them the most cash doing freelance work. Deadair was plently loud and playful with his trine, usually playing the tough guy reigning them in, but barely talked to others and never took off his face shield unless they were alone so he looks a lot mroe serious then he actually is. Panzer was super social and loved talking peoples ears off whenever she got the chance, but surprisingly, not many bots wanted to listen. Because she acts up and talks a lot, people think shes less serious then she is, but she will, in fact, maim someone over lab safety. Blitzwing was perfectly fine not sticking out between them, being the smallest of the trine and therefore the first one targeted by enemies (and just mean civilians). He liked to join Panzer when she played pranks on people and rarely got caught because most bots think he looks... generic. They all met in the first place because they had similar models on a relatively small colony and they got close really fast. Theyd never left their colony before the war, but panzer wanted to see vos one day, mostly for the university.

In fights, deadair prefered close range combat, panzer moved back and forth, relying on the upgrades and weapons she made and blitzwing stayed back/above and bombed enemies from afar. They all think blitzwing is perfectly capable of fighting and all, but theyre deeply protective of him, to the point of sheltering him too much at a point. On the occassions he was forced to fight up close/try to protect one of his trinemates, he almost always choked and had to call for back up.

Design and personality wise, i tried to make them, like, interesting and their own fleshed out people, but not main characters. Their whole... deal, i guess, is that they're background characters. They dont particularly want to be special bots with special titles and roles, theyre one trine out of many who just work well together and wsnt to make cybertron a place they can live in together. Thats why their all mostly tan/black with one accent colour, among a crowd of neutral/dark coloured flyers, they fit right in.

So, like, deadair and panzer are super dead in the presen tense, unfortunately. In a larger battle, the autobots let out an em pulse that shorted panzers weapons system and knocked her out of the sky. Deadair was closest when she fell and went to help her, but they were both in autobot territory and got overwhelmed. Blitzwing was too far away to get there in time and ended up falling out of the sky himself when he, well, felt his trine die. The autobots assumed he was dead and left him lying in the wreckage of the battlefield until an unknown decepticon recognized him and brought him back in.

I hope this was okay! Idk how to organize this better.

[drift-phonk]

okay so i am gonna gush about my tf oc for a second because i ADORE them with my entire being and i have some Thoughts(tm) about their personality in different continuities

generation 1 - sassy, but generally tries to avoid direct conflict if they can help it. their main use is for recon/spy missions (usually for starscream, since soundwave does a lot of the recon work for megatron.) having a car alt mode can make things more difficult, but they can match colors perfectly, and have no qualms with temporarily painting themselves in said colors in order to blend in. this also means covering their decepticon badge, which they’re fine doing for their job. if they can play themselves off as an unaffiliated cybertronian, it makes their work easier ;)

animated - still fairly sassy, but a little more willing to get into the thick of battle if the need is there. their alt mode is pretty fast, so they’re good for running their quarry into traps that have been laid out. as always, they work very closely with starscream. (keep in mind i haven’t watched tfa at all so this is very, very basic.)

prime - take punk, but make them Feral. knockout’s amica and just an absolute gremlin of a decepticon. want recon done? they’re your bot. they will also defend starscream from megatron at every turn if they happen to be there when it happens. other versions of punk are scared of megs, and rightfully so, but tfp punk has no sense of self-preservation at all. (i also haven’t seen any of tfp yet, pls be nice to me-)

earthspark - HOO BOY so i just got caught up on the first season and i have some IDEAS. punk went into hiding at the end of the war, and has been in hiding for the last... at least decade. probably longer. while they’ve been in hiding, they’ve been trying to find starscream, because of course they have. naturally, punk has been very, VERY careful about keeping themselves out of optimus’ sight - rogue ‘cons are considered a danger, after all. and then, one day, they go “eh, you know what? i wanna enjoy myself and stop being so scared.” which happens to be the day op finally finds them after 10+ years of wondering where the fuck they went. it’s a whole Ordeal.

idw comics (mtmte/lost light mostly) - HOO BOY LET ME TELL Y’ALL ABOUT COMIC PUNK. when i sat down to design them i was doing it, specifically, for the idw comics bc of the rp server i’m in. i knew i wanted to make a decepticon, but i wasn’t entirely sure about their alt mode. my partner was actually the one that brought up the idea of their alt mode being a jaguar-e sports car, and i went “alright bet” and never looked back. i ADORE this version of punk. they find themselves on the lost light, initially, but once shit starts going awry they try to find a way to get back to cybertron. (they eventually succeed in this well before the ship jumps back there itself.) once they’re back on cybertron, they just stay in iacon, helping out wherever they can and absolutely getting enraptured in starscream’s story about how he came to be the rightful ruler of cybertron. everything they do, they do to help him and the people.

quick bullet points that are pretty common throughout: - banter with starscream. he’s their friend and they will absolutely be sassy with him - running recon/spy work for starscream - don’t join the war for cybertron for the first like. 500,000 years. they were really good about keeping a low profile - get recruited by everyone’s favorite air commander <3 - they have feelings for him and it’s so fucking obvious to everyone around them - anywhere that knockout shows up, punk is his amica endura. two funky car ‘cons who race each other sometimes. it’s great

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prime going ballistic and allying himself with the enemy to get his kids back for 500 please!

if you need time to do this its fine take as long as you want-

Everyone loves protective Papa Prime huh? Well, who am I to deny the desire to see him going to any lengths to protect his kiddos?

Stolen

After the exhausting experience that dealing with his sparklings going through their growth spurts at the same time, Optimus was totally out for the count. He couldn't get up even if he wanted to. He was out cold in deep recharge and so did not even so much as twitch when his sparklings wandered off. The rest of the team were in similar states of exhaustion due to their extensive energon scouting missions and the odd battle with the Decpeticons. As such they were not at all aware of it when the sparklings marched on through the groundbridge before it closed after a patrol returned.

It was of course Miko's idea to go through the big glowy portal. She had seen every other bot go through it and she was desperate to take a look at what was one the other side. Jack had left base a handful of times but never without Optimus, as such he was very much dubious. But not wanting to leave Miko alone knowing she would likely only cause even greater trouble for their Sire, he opted to follow her through the groundbridge using his own experience as justification for doing so. He would have told another bot, but with all of them being so very exhausted, he in his naivety assumed that it would just be a quick trip. As such he also decided that it was a perfectly acceptable idea to take Rafael with them as well. That way their Sire and the rest of their family could relax for a bit and Jack would keep his siblings safe and protected while they went on their adventure.

It was a foolproof plan in the processors of each of them, save for Rafael who was too young to know what was going on... that was until the sparklings stepped through the groundbridge and had it close behind them. Jack's first response was to panic, he scoured the area, looking for the groundbridge and hoping that it had just moved or something. Meanwhile Miko worriedly began wandering around, no longer all that excited due to how strange everything was and how scary the world seemed without Optimus there to protect her. At the same time Rafael began bawling as he followed Jack around, holding onto his leg and whimpering. The trio of sparklings had no clue what to do, and so not knowing any better, Jack followed his instincts and began searching out civilization. On Cybertron this would have been fine, and in fact it would have been the best course of action for lost sparklings since any and all sparklings are cared for regardless of faction. But on earth? That is an incredibly different story. As such it did not take long for MECH to catch wind of the sparklings as they tried to get toward the nearest city.

By the time Optimus woke up to the feeling of pure undiluted terror and pain from his sparklings over the bond, checked the security footage, and groundbridged to the area his little ones had ended up in, it was too late. Trapped in cages and being carried away in helicopters were his sparklings, each fighting denta and claw to escape. Optimus did everything in his power to get to them but he could not reach them even when he pushed himself. In the end he screamed into the void and feverishly worked at base to try and find their location. He had already had his sparklings taken once, he would not allow anyone to keep them from him.

He wouldn't recharge, he wouldn't fuel, he wouldn't do anything but work to hunt down his stolen sparklings. Eventually, despite the team's best efforts, they had to knock him out and stick an IV in his arm just to get him to rest. But as the days ticked by, things began looking more and more dire. The sparklings couldn't be found anywhere even with the entire team out on the hunt day and night. It did not take long for Optimus's mental state to deteriorate again, and this time at rapid fire pace. In less than three days he was ready to commit a genocide to find his little ones, even going so far as to begin threatening Fowler should he fail to find them. The Matrix screamed at him and his spark wailed as he felt his sparklings cry out in pain and fear. By day five of finding nothing in regards to the sparklings, something in Optimus snapped. He no longer cared about anything except getting his little ones home, the war could go slag itself and morality could take a backseat. And so in the dead of night while the team were all out cold exhausted, he called upon his greatest foe.

Optimus: Megatron, I require your assistance and I will not take no for an answer.

Megatron: What makes you think you can order me around Prime?

Optimus: You are a monster, but a monster that I share one value with.

Megatron: And what might that be?

Optimus: *smiling cruelly* I think we can both agree that those who harm sparklings deserve to die.

Megatron: *very much scared for his life* On that... we can indeed agree.

Optimus was allowed onto the nemesis not long after on the agreement that he not break anything or otherwise attempt to sabotage Decepticon plans. Most expected him to walk on looking stoic as ever, grimly determined and cautious. What not a spark expected was for him to march on in like he owned the place, a huge axe in place of his sword, and an expression that screamed death and spoke of slight insanity. He didn't even seem wary as he began issuing orders and using Decepticon tech to get a better scan of the planet. Not even Soundwave dared to interrupt the Prime, instead opting to assist in order to get him off the ship as soon as possible. With Optimus in his maddened obsessive state, no good could possibly come form having him around longer than necessary.

By the time Optimus managed to track down MECH's base, his anger was undeniable. His frame shook and rattled, his optics glowed nearly white with the additional wrath of the Matrix, and in that moment Optimus did not look like the holier than thou Prime... he looked like a spark eater of legend, just waiting to be unleashed. As such when he requested aid on the ground, Megatron was loathe to deny him for fear of losing his own helm.

Megatron: *doing his best to stay calm* Tell me Prime, what do you intend to do to the humans who have taken your sparklings?

Optimus: *not looking up from the screen showing MECH's base* I will kill each and every one of them. Not a spark will escape me.

Megatron: *scared as pit of what Optimus could do if he ever turned that anger toward him* I see...

Soundwave: *whispering to Megatron* Caution advised.

Megatron: I know

MECH were not prepared in the slightest when Optimus appeared in the middle of their base armed to the teeth and not even hesitating to blast the closest human into paste. Not even Primus could have stopped Optimus (not that he would have) as he raged, slaughtering each and every human in the base and leaving Megatron and his troops to watch from nearby in horror. They only joined Optimus on the ground partially out of morbid curiosity, but mostly out of a desire to ensure Optimus was able to take out his anger on the humans and not them. They captured any MECH agents who tried to escape and tossed them back into the slaughter house that was once their base of operations.

The Vehicons shook in terror as Optimus played a sick game of hide and seek with the few humans who tried to hide, giving them the faintest glimmer of hope only to end their lives the moment they "won" the games he forced them to play. It was sick, it was twisted, and gave Megatron a harsh wake up call, reminding him of what Optimus could have become if he pushed him too far. As Optimus finished slaughtering the last human, Megatron prayed for the first time in millennia for Primus to protect him from the monster before him. The warlord audibly sighed in relief when the Prime's attention was shifted away from him and to his sparklings who were held in a cage and cried out for their Sire. He did not so much as twitch while Optimus, who was positively covered in gore from helm to pede, ripped the lock of the cage and pulled out his sparklings with tears of joy in his optics.

The sparklings didn't seem to care about the fact that their Sire was covered in blood and guts and merely wept in relief at being reunited. All the while Megatron stood in shock at everything he had seen.

Prime had sparklings, three of them. Where he got them, how he got them, and how long he had them were questions Megatron was too afraid to ask so he simply accepted it.

Prime, the normally peace loving, loft sparked, former archivist was capable of rage, true maddening rage.

Prime had killed nearly a hundred humans and didn't even seem the slightest bit guilty about it.

With these three facts sitting right in front of him, Megatron didn't even try to backstab Optimus and just watched silently as Optimus called for a groundbridge and left with his sparklings without so much as a threat or a thanks. The Decepticons all vowed that day to never touch the Prime's sparklings, lest they end up smoking husks on the floor.

When Optimus arrived at base the team's first response was relief as they saw the sparklings, but then it swiftly turned to absolute horror as they looked at their Prime. The dopey contented smile on Optimus's face and the gore coating every inch of his frame were the most terrifying set the team had ever seen. Optimus rarely smiled so openly and he never, at least in living memory up until that moment, killed so maliciously, much less humans. Smokescreen passed out immediately at the sight and the rest of the team barely fared any better, most shaking in dread and having to hold onto something for support as Optimus came near. Only Ratchet was able to hold himself together enough to take the now blood coated sparklings to give them a checkup after their traumatic kidnapping. However Optimus did not stray far and remained looming over Ratchet's shoulder as he worked, blood and the occasional scrap of intestine dropping to the floor as he paced around, watching like a hawk.

Optimus only eased off once Ratchet shakily informed him that the sparklings were fine aside from a few incisions and minor energon deficiency. Even then he did not excuse himself to the showers to clean up until each of his sparklings were cleaned, calmed, and put into the arms of the team to ensure they didn't wander off (not that they would after their experience). Once Optimus came out of the showers he looked and acted completely normal, as if he hadn't gone on a vengeful killing spree at all. The team never asked him for specifics as to what went on during his rescue of the sparklings. But based on the newfound fear they could see in the optics of the Decepticons whenever Optimus appeared on the battlefield, they got a pretty good idea of what happened.

However they could not bring themselves to fear or see Optimus any differently when they watched him lovingly care for his little ones when they woke in terror from nightmares about their imprisonment. In all honesty they couldn't even blame Optimus as most of the team came to the conclusion that they wouldn't have acted much differently if they were the primary caretaker for the sparklings.

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A Shadowy Mist Chapter 22 (Transformers Animated story)

Pairings: Prowl x Oc, Bumblebee x Oc, Optimus Prime x Black Arachnia.

Summary: It's getting more weirder than ever since Prowl is now half terrorcon. And what new abilities did he develop?

Location: The Autobot Hideout

Ultra Magnus and his two colleagues came to earth to further discuss the alliance with The Unknown Agency. Sentinel Prime still doesn't like Earth. But he does like Angels Have Fallen's manager. "So you were a boot camp sarge?" He asked, "Sir, yes, sir. But when I got into the music business, I reunited with my old cadets who formed a band." Sargent Arnold Keys said to Sentinel Prime. Sentinel then stared at Jazz, who came along to see Prowl after getting word of his fellow ninjabot's condition. "Jazz, it's nothing to be worried about. He's not draining energon from anyone." He said, "I know, it's just he looked perfectly normal back on Cybertron. I'm just concerned about what Shadow Mist would do if there are any other complications." He said. "Well, I still think it's cool that he's a vampire robot." Meagan said, walking up to the two Autobots. "But, I get why you two are concerned. The first discovery of being a vampire, full blood or half blood, is terrifying. I've met a lot of vampires who don't want to harm anyone." She added. "Agent Walker is right." Director Mavis said after talking with Ultra Magnus. "Even some of our half blood soldiers during a vampire issue have been in fear of what they might do." She added as Sentinel and Jazz looked at her. "With all do respect, Director Mavis, I'm not sure how Prowl feels about it." Sentinel Prime asked her. "According to Agent Walker, he seems to be ok with it. Especially around your energon expert." She said as she turned to look at Prowl and Shadow Mist going over his results from the other day. Director Mavis sighed as some memories of someone she loved filled her head. "Director Mavis, everything alright?" Sargent Keys asked. "I'm fine, Arnold. Just a walk down memory lane." She said

Later

Prowl decided to test his new abilities with some training. Bumblebee, Jazz, and Shadow Mist helped him out. Jazz sparred with Prowl, Bumblebee test his speed with a race. Shadow Mist just stayed on the sidelines, taking notes. "Wow! Prowl is almost faster than me. I nearly went neck and neck with him on the last lap." Bumblebee said. Jazz laughs, "Yeah, and I was knocked off my feet when we sparred." He said, "Apparently, my suspensions about his advanced abilities were correct. He's gotten faster and more agile." Shadow Mist said, finishing up the last note. Jazz looked at her, "So, is it true that the Bounty Hunter LockDown was friends with your old master?" He asked her. "It's true. That's the reason he gave us the tasers. But unfortunately, without a piece of energon, they are useless." Shadow Mist said. Meagan came outside but then gags, Prowl did so too. "I think Meltdown came to see his daughter." She said as Prometheus Black came towards the Hideout. "How the frag did you know where we live." Bumblebee asked, "I told him." Issac said as he came from behind the acidic human. "Me and him may be rivals in science. But even I understand how special being a father is." He added. "Well, at least we know that Prowl's olfactory sensors are heightened." Shadow Mist said

Back inside

"So this is Prometheus Black? There's a lot of charges on your criminal record." Director Mavis said as she looked at him. "Director, I only came here to see my daughter, I heard she joined The Unknown Agency the other night." Prometheus said, "I want to know why?" He said, glaring at Ash Angel with the same glare he gave the rockstar last time. "It's not because of me." Ash said, "It's not Ash's reasoning. It was because we might have a way of turning you human again. So she joined with the determination to help her father." Director Mavis said. Prometheus looked at her and sighed. "I'll consider it for my daughter's sake." He said. He then stares at Ash again and points at him. "And you! If you ever so harm my little girl, I'll melt you alive." He threatened. Ash gulps, "Noted, man." He said, afraid of the acidic human.

Later

After The Unknown Agency's lead scientist got a sample of the genetic acid from Meltdown. Meagan sighed as she removed her mask along with Prowl. "I can not handle his fumes." She said. "Somehow, I couldn't either." Prowl said, "That's the thing about being a half blood vampire. All your senses are improved." Meagan said, Prowl then heard something, a spark beating. It's not his own. "Hearing also can be heightened too." She added. "I've noticed." Prowl said calmly. He should report this to Shadow Mist and Optimus Prime that he heard a decepticon spark.

To be continued...

[icyrambles]

OH MY GOD THIS!!!!!

i've had several discussions with people regarding this sort of thing. i do not understand the hype around skybound's unrelenting violence when it does literally nothing for the plot whatsoever. what is the point of killing off, or removing characters from the plot in a significant way if they're nothing burger characters.

like, skywarp was promoted as a serious villain. and he would be a really good antagonist considering his outlier abilities. i was very excited to see how the writer's would utilize his teleportation in a way that would work with the sheer amount of violence that they were throwing into the panels. having him teleport partially into a bot to rip out their internals would be interesting, same goes for having him teleport into secure locations and quickly teleporting out because it would provide a serious amount of threat story wise. never knowing when your enemy will strike is a really good motivation to stop him as soon as possible

and instead, he gets brutally ripped apart like he's a background character.... and it just disappointed me so much. like what's the point of me feeling sorry for him when he's had like no character development. obviously as shown by the latest issue, he's not 100% dead, just fused into the ark and brain damaged. but that's still shitty.

i don't care about soundwave or starscream or any of the decepticons because the story doesn't bother to develop them as characters. even the autobots are disappointing. like, yeah sure cliffjumper is getting the spotlight but we still don't really know anything about him. starscream killed his clan, what the fuck does that mean? what is a clan? who was part of his clan? obviously they meant a lot to him but if we don't know the characters who were lost, then we don't really have the ability to get emotionally attached in a meaningful way. same goes for arcee. she's got the same story as cliffumper, the decepticons killed her clan, but i don't know any of the people she did so i don't particularly care

OP is right about the starscream thing. i don't know anything about him. sure it's cool that he's allowed to be a violent piece of shit, but why is he acting like that? does he have a reason for being so violence? is it a byproduct of being a decepticon? is megatron responsible for his mental decline (because starscream is nothing if not smart and he's very clearly desperate in this continuity)?

it's very telling that i managed to read only 3 issues of this comic and only got the vibe that it was the original g1 cartoon but with less comedy and more violence. and it doesn't do anything for the story. what's the point of so much violence and repeated character death? cause i've just become desensitised to it all. i've stopped caring when character's get hurt because they'll either die and never get shown again, or they'll come back and be perfectly fine.

it's a very clear example of telling instead of showing and it's a disappointment.

maybe i'm just petty about idw 2 getting cut short, but i don't think skybound deserves the level of praise it's been getting. it's poorly written, kills off characters without any reason or benefit to the plot, and generally is worse in every way from the previous comics i've read in the transformers series.

i know we're only like 8 issues into the series but i'm not hopeful that we'll get any development considering the writers seem more focused on showing an unnecessary amount of violence rather than actually telling a story

i can appreciate the few moments of neatness that we've gotten, but overall i think this series is a disappointment. they could've chosen to create a genuine comic centred around the trauma of a war, maybe something actually centred on cybertron and it's culture, but instead we just got g1 cartoon but worse

People are raving about Skybound Transformers and I'm just sitting here like "This comic is so committed to being G1 But Edgy that it's not actually bothering to develop its characters before they get killed off."

Optimus and to a lesser extent Cliffjumper are the only ones who feel at all more three-dimensional than their G1 toy bios. I feel like I know more about fucking G.I. Joe Man than I do about this version of Starscream, who was the main villain of the comic until last issue.

Like, what do we know about Skybound Starscream's personality? He likes killing people and he was allegedly friends with Jetfire. I say 'allegedly' because he lasts all of a page before killing Jetfire for not immediately throwing in with the Decepticons. There's not even a token attempt at manipulation, the fucking cartoon did more with this idea than Skybound did.

The badly-animated 23-minute toy commercial with the budget of two coffee beans and some pocket lint is not a high bar to clear.

And hey, how about a different example? How about Skywarp's sorta-death?

Skywarp gets ripped apart in Issue 4, and used to repair Teletraan 1 so the Decepticons can revive more of their guys. But... why? They're currently surrounded by dozens of corpses they could cannibalise instead, many of whom are much less useful to the cause than the teleporting fighter jet. Like fuck, you've got three of Reflector and he's nearly always useless. The only reason this doesn't immediately backfire on Soundwave is that when the Autobots retake the Ark, Wheeljack accidentally reactivates what's left of Skywarp's brain and he starts blocking their efforts to revive more Autobots. Congratulates my guy, you turned the teleporting fighter jet into a minor software bug, and him being anything besides a corpse wasn't even intentional.

But you can make this work. Let's say that there's a reason Soundwave needs Skywarp gone. Maybe Skywarp, as a Seeker, is ultra-loyal to Starscream, and being as powerful as he is, makes Screamer's position as the leader of the Decepticons basically unassailable. The only way Soundwave can depose Starscream is to first trick him into helping eliminate Skywarp.

And like that, all three Decepticons get some extra character. Soundwave's manipulative side is put on display, an aspect of his character that often gets left out. Starscream's cruelty and ineptitude as leader is elaborated on by demonstrating that he doesn't reward loyalty, being more likely to backstab even someone who has always had his back if he's convinced it will benefit him. Skywarp gets a personality trait before he's violently killed, and now him dying means something other than another demonstration of weirdly organic robo-gore.

Instead we get "Starscream, we need to kill one of our most dangerous soldiers instead of literally any of these other assholes we've got lying around. I am a better leader because this worked out for me accidentally."

[crisis-aversion]

In actually blog relevant news I finally watched the G1 TF movie

Spoilers in the tags bc I got carried away