#hes not exactly a minicon but he is Small

[taciturnraccoon]

Found some old art of mine so I decided to redesign the character. His name is Highrise and he was an elevator operator in pre-war Iacon and he's now a news anchor on Tacitus.

His whiskers are optical fibers!

[fiber-optic-alligator]

Hi may i please request swerve trying to be the human liason on the lost light's wimgmech untill they jump grab his shoulders do a pullup and smooch him.

Thank you! Hope your flights arent horrifically delayed.

Thank you for the request, and sorry for how long it took to finally get it out lol! Coincidentally my flights ended up being okay despite the hell I went through to get onto the planes.

I put a lot of thought into this request, and I wasn't entirely sure what you meant with Swerve being the reader's wingmech, so I went down this route. I hope you enjoy it! Sorry it's on the shorter side. Thanks again! :D

Wingmech

Pairing: IDW Swerve x Human Liason Reader

Word Count: 2181

Summary: After noticing you are lost in love with an anonymous mech, Swerve decides to help you prepare for going after the secret crush you have.

  Swerve has been watching you for a while now.

  It’s not uncommon for the Lost Light’s crew to focus on you. You are, after all, the only human aboard the Cybertronian exploration ship. Though you’ve been here for months, no bot can help but find you fascinating. And Swerve? Well…he’d never admit it to anyone, but his interest in you goes well beyond mere fascination. Yes, you're small, smaller than even him. Yes, you're soft, and squishy, and adorable, and sometimes he really wants to scoop you up into his arms and kiss you right on the lips after confessing his love-

  Okay. So maybe he has a bit of a crush on you. But that’s all it is! A crush that compels him to  keep tabs on where you go and what you do. He’s learned about you from the various conversations he’s listened to during busy nights. He knows you adore dogs and melt at the sight of cats (What are dogs? What are cats? Like hell he knows. He isn’t particularly caught up on his Earth knowledge). He knows you like to turn in early and wake up late. He knows you aren’t exactly a party person, and sometimes being surrounded by robots three times your size is incredibly overwhelming. And following that little tidbit, he understands you don’t like coming to his bar.

  So why are you here now?

  He’s watching you while he makes drinks. Your little form is tucked away in a corner at one of the smaller tables reserved for minicons, hunched over a notebook, eyes focused on the pages of written material he can’t read. Even when he zooms his optics in, your writing is far too small for him to coherently pick up on from this distance. With one hand propped against your cheek and the other idly tapping a pen against your head, you look far too troubled for someone who’s currently spending time in a place where all troubles are drunken away. It makes him curious and concerned. Why would you, someone who hates large crowds and loud environments, be writing in such a place?

  He needs to get to the bottom of it.

  Now, he knows what someone might say about this: “Swerve, it's none of your business. Swerve, they clearly don’t want to be bothered. Swerve, eavesdropping is bad.”

  Well, you know what he would say to all of that? “I’m a bartender. My business is everyone else’s business. That’s what being a bartender entails.”

  So yeah, he’s snooping. But it’s all for a good cause. Being around you is worth it. He’ll always take the chance to talk to you if he can.

  “Whatcha writing?” he asks when he pops up behind you with surprising stealthiness. You let out a surprised shriek and nearly jump right out of your seat. He barely catches a glimpse of your notebook’s contents before you slam it shut and cover it with your arms.

  “Swerve!” you yell, fleshy human cheeks flushing a wonderful pink color (Oh, how he loves the way you blush like that. He wants to make you do it more). “Don’t scare me like that!”

  “Sorry. Couldn’t help myself. You humans make the cutest sounds when you're startled.” He folds his servos behind his back and leans forward a little. “I don’t see you in the bar often. A place like this isn’t really the best for writing stories, ya know.”

  You sigh and slip your notebook into the knapsack you always carry around. Darn, he thinks, how will your secrets be spilled to him now? “I’m not writing stories. I’m just…doing research on something.”

  “Research,” he says. “In a bar.”

  “Yes. Research in a bar. Is that so hard to believe?”

  He does a quick scan of your features. The blush on your cheeks has deepened to a shade of red that almost matches his paint job. You're fiddling with your knapsack and guarding that notebook with your life. Suddenly, it comes upon him like a tidal wave; his smile widens with the victorious air of someone who just won a medal. “Oh, I know what's going on here,” he says. “You've been spying on someone, haven’t you?”

  Your reaction only further proves his theory. You look horrified, and the way you frantically rush to defend yourself is like a bright neon arrow pointing directly at your head. “What? No! Nonono, why would you think that?!”

  He laughs. “Oh, you totally are! Your notebook is probably chock-full of evidence, amiright? Wait, don’t tell me! Let me guess!”  He circles the table and plops down across from you. “Is it Ratchet? Nah, too grouchy. Cyclonus? Mm, too weird. Oh, oh! It’s Rodimus, isn’t it? It has to be Rodimus!”

  “What are you talking about?” you ask him.

  He leans forward and smirks. “You're in love, little one. Am I right, or am I right?”

  “I-I’m not-there’s no-” You stutter for a moment longer, then get a hold of your emotions and reel them in. Sitting back and going stone-faced, you stare at him with only the color of your blush signaling what you are currently going through. “I’m not in love.”

  Does it hurt to know you have a crush on someone who isn’t him? Absolutely? But telling you that would mean admitting the feelings he has for you, and no way is he doing that now. His spark aches with the sting of rejection, but he hides it well and decides messing with you will make him feel much better. “C’mon, squirt. You can’t lie to me. It’s as clear as day that someone on this ship has you smitten.”

  “It’s not someone on this ship. I’m a human.”

  “You being a human and us being mechs means nothing. How many months have you been aboard this ship?” He counts off his digits. “Two? Three? No, it’s been five months, hasn’t it? Five months with us and your little spark has finally decided humans just don’t compare to mechs anymore. Aw, how adorable.”

  You look like you want to jump across the table to snap his intake shut. Instead though, you slump back in defeat and groan, rubbing your hands across your face. “Is it really that obvious?”

  “To me? Yeah. But that’s only because I’ve picked up on your reactions. Plus, the fact that you came here to jot down ‘notes’ means…” Now he gets excited. “It has to be someone in this bar.”

  You regard him cautiously. “And what if it is? What will you do about it?”

  He shrugs. “Nothing! My job is to pour drinks and listen to people’s woes. What kind of reputation would I be giving this fine establishment if I were to go around tattling on my loyal customers?” He taps his index digit against his dermas. Scrap, this is really going to hurt him. But he wants to see you happy. “I could help you, you know.”

  “Help me?” you echo.

  “Yeah, why not?” he forces himself to say with enthusiasm. “I’m always ready to help a pal! I’ll be your wingmech! How’s that sound?”

  A wide smile splits across your face and you cover your mouth to muffle your giggle. “Wingmech? Seriously? That’s so cheesy, Swerve.”

  By the Allspark, hearing your laughter is music to his ears. He’s envious of whoever you are crushing on. They’re one lucky mech to have someone like you chasing after them.  But he swallows down his jealousy for your sake and puffs out his chassis proudly. “Cheesy or not, I’m sure I can help you woo your future sweetspark. All you gotta do is learn to use a little bit of the ol’ Swerve charm and bingo, this bot will be yours in no time. So, whattaya say? You wanna employ my humble services?”

  You bite your lower lip and look down at your knapsack. “I don’t know. The Swerve charm may not exactly work on the mech I’m thinking of.”

  “Aha!” He stands up and points at you. “So you admit you're in love!”

  You give him a pointed look. “Alright, alright, fine, I admit it! Yes, there’s someone on this ship I really like. I’ve been writing down things he may or may not enjoy so I can come up with ways to show him that…that I want to…askhimout.” This last part comes out as a weak mutter. It’s obviously difficult for you to admit it, but oh boy is Swerve glad you have.

  “So it’s a he. Hm. IIIInteresting. Mind telling me what he’s like?”

  You smile. “Well, he’s outgoing. And very enthusiastic about what he does. He always has an upbeat attitude and definitely knows how to make me laugh. Some might think he’s a bit of a wise-ass though.”

  Swerve chuckles. “Sounds like a real dream boat.”

  “You…have no idea.” The way you say it sounds strange to him, but he doesn’t think any more of it. You drum your fingers against the table. “What…what would you do if you wanted to tell him that…that you like him?”

  I wouldn’t. I’d tell you I like you and no one else. “I’d probably do something bold. Something that would really grab his attention, ya know?” He thinks. “Does he like you back?”

  “Well, you see…I-I think so? I’m not sure. I talk to him a lot, but we’re…kind of different. I’m definitely not like him, but we get along. The more I hang out with him, the more these feelings grow.” You stare at your hands. “I don’t know if I should be admitting all of this.”

  “No, no, it’s okay!” He’s quick to reassure you. “I want to help! Seriously! I said I’d be your wingmech, and I’m going to uphold my word! So, let’s think! You think he likes you, and you definitely like him back. He’s the extroverted type, bold and brash…so give him a show! Really show him that you want him and you to be together, and you appreciate all of the good company he’s given you since you boarded the ship. The key is to really hit him here.” He thumps his chassis. “Right in the spark. It’s all emotions, squirt! Nothing else to it!”

  “Emotions, huh?” Once again, that odd look crosses you. “Do you think we could…practice?”

  “Practice?”

  “Yeah, like, working on what I’ll do when I finally admit my feelings to him? Would that be okay with you?”

  “Oh, yes, totally!” He stands up. “C’mere, let’s go through it. Think about what you want to say, and then act it out to me.”

  You stand up as well and walk over to him. Looking down, he sees just how small you are compared to him; you barely make it up to his chassis. You study him, biting your bottom lip. You look so nervous. It makes him want to be gentle.

  “Don’t be shy,” he says softly. “There’s no reason to be. It’s just you and I here, yeah? No one will pay attention to us.”

  You draw in a deep breath. “Okay, Okay.” Shaking out your arms, you fixate on him determinedly. “I’m not going to say anything. I’m going to do something. Is that okay?”

  “Oh,” he says, a bit confused. “Sure, yeah! What are you going to do?”

  You take a step back. Then, you jump forward, and he’s startled when you grab his shoulders and pull yourself up. His optics widen when you lean in and give him a short kiss. Every mechanical nerve in his body sings when he feels your lips on his, and he seems to lose control of himself, becoming nothing more than a statue.

  Then, it’s over. You let him go and drop back down, taking a step back and looking at him anxiously. He stares at you, air whooshing in and out of his intake as his systems attempt to cool.

  “It’s…It’s me?” he whispers.

  You lower your head and nod.

  He can’t talk. He can’t make a sound. It’s only for a good few seconds, but when he finally regains control of his vocalizer, he begins to laugh. And laugh. And laugh. And then he’s picking you up and spinning you around in a tight hug. “You like me!” he cries. “You like me, you like me!” He couldn’t care less if anyone else in the bar is watching this. The one he’s been crushing on for months has been crushing on him back!

  You laugh along with him. “It took you this long to figure it out? I’ve been dropping hints since we started this conversation!”

  “That’s why you’ve been doing research in the bar! Primus, how did I not realize it sooner?” He holds you back so he can see your brilliant smile. It makes him melt. “I can’t believe you really like me,” he whispers.

  You cup his faceplate in your hands. “I’m guessing your happy about it, Mr. Wingmech?”

  He kisses you again, leaning into your touch. “Well…looks like my humble services paid off.” He pauses. “So…what did you think of the Swerve charm?”

[teletraan-archive]

Optimus Prime

Video Recording of the first official broadcast of The Voice of Autonomy, the autobot news channel:

A red and yellow cybertronian with what looks like speakers in his legs appears on screen, standing behind an indistinct metal wall.

“Salutations, cybertronians both big and small! Your optics and audio sensors aren’t glitching out on you, this is Blaster. I know you haven’t heard from me or my minicon crew of rabble rousers in a long time, but there’s a fair reason for that. On the last few broadcasts of Blastin’ Out Truth, I gave our new decepticon government a few harsh critiques. Now, the expected response from our leaders would be some lip service about how their increasingly fascist military isn’t all that bad. The hopeful response is that they’d actually course correct and stop all this peace through tyranny nonsense. The actual response? Megatron and his cronies threatening to blow up the building where I used to broadcast from. Say what you want and Sentinel Prime’s time on the throne, I know I have, but at least he let speak your mind.”

“I pride myself on speaking the truth, even when it’s hard. So, let me say this… Things are getting real bleak for Cybertron. Megatron bringing the hammer down on peaceful protests, military spending is through the roof, and that’s just the tip of the spear. Yes, the decepticons are turning our home world into one giant battle station of death and conquest. But folks, there’s a light at the end of this tunnel. You might’ve heard about the rumblings of a new resistance movement, especially if you live here in Iacon. I’m happy to say that I’ve recently became a member myself.”

“What’s this new resistance? How does it have a chance against the military might of the decepticon empire? To answer those questions, a familiar face is gonna take the stage. Now, he’s not used to public speaking, so give the bot some mercy if he stumbles a bit. Come on up, boss bot.”

Blaster steps aside as a tall red and blue cybertronian with a face plate walks into frame. A unique red insignia is on his left shoulder. The most striking thing about him is his chest windows, giving off a light circuitry glow. He steadies himself and begins to speak.

“Greetings, people of Cybertron and beyond. You all knew me as Orion Pax, one of the ascenticons key spokesmen. If you remember, my wonderful girlfriend Ariel reported that I was severely injured by Megatron when trying to talk sense into my old friend. During my slow recovery, I could only watch as the bot I once revered turn into a monstrous tyrant. How could this warmongering brute possibility be my brother in arms?”

“A more pressing question was on my mind, however. How did Megatron amass such a large following of decepticons? This is not the movement that I joined, the one that promised to aid the other species of the galaxy and not hide away in paranoia. The destruction of Tarn alone should’ve stopper the decepticon empire in its tracks due to public outrage. And yet, cybertronians continue to join. Why? … Why in the name of Primus would anyone ever join such a morally abhorrent government? Why would people willingly, gleefully tear apart homes and take away the freedoms of others?”

“But a few days ago, Megatron made a new speech. He confessed that the Matrix of Leadership refused to make him a prime. He would go on to denounce and condemn the matrix bearers, that the leader of Cybertron shouldn’t be chosen by an ancient trinket. That’s when it all clicked for me. That’s when I realized why so many support and praise Megatron. He said exactly what many wanted to hear.”

“Megatron said what those who feel isolated wanted to hear, that we could forge our own destiny and should be allowed to explore the cosmos without restraint. He said what the fearful and greedy wanted to hear, that brute strength and conquest would lead our kind to greatness. He said… He said what I wanted to hear. Nova, Nominus, Sentinel, they’ve all done great things for Cybertron and it’s neighboring worlds. But they have also caused great pain and frustration among the masses. Many of us excused their foibles simply because the matrix chose them and they accepted the responsibility of leadership. But we must remember that even the thirteen original primes had their faults. I don’t believe that a single person should have the final say on how to improve our future… With all that said, this next bit of information might come off as hypocritical.”

Orion’s chest windows convert and open up, revealing a shining light. The light dims, showing the Matrix of Leadership residing within the speaker’s chest.

“After his speech, Megatron openly gave the Matrix away to Alpha Trion. My former colleague challenged my iron mentor to find another prime and see how many would flock to them now that the decepticons have shown their might. Alpha Trion came to my medical bed and gave me the Matrix. It deemed me worthy and I accepted. I am now Optimus Prime, and I send this message.”

“In my resistance against Megatron, I vow not to return Cybertron to the way it was before. I do not believe the the thing in my chest grants me superiority over all others, nor does it give me all the answers. Thankfully, people like Ariel and Xaarron are already rallying against the decepticons. Of course, this rallying force needs a banner and name to stand under.”

“Megatron’s philosophy only rewards the strongest and cruelest of our kind. Where is the sympathy for those that cannot fight? How can the decepticon empire proclaim that all of Cybertron shall thrive while the weak and unmilitarized are crushed underfoot. Our resistance is not just for our allies that think and act like us. We fight for the autonomy of all, because freedom is the right of all sentient beings! We are autobots!”

Just then, Blaster interjects from offscreen.

“Wrap it up soon, Optimus. That Soundwave fella is working hard on cutting the transmission and I don’t know how much longer I can firewall him.”

Optimus nods and continues,

“I know that things are dire. We look at the successes of the decepticons and think ‘Is this what cybertronians are? Just ruthless war machines?’ But that is not all that we are. We are courageous in the face of darkness, and we do not bow to those that seek to control everything around them. Do not despair at the decepticon’s power. As a librarian in Iacon’s hall of records, I’ve read of the different alien races across the galaxy. There have been many empires like the decepticons, and there is one thing that connects them all. They all fell. Even if Megatron defeats me, others will rise to defeat his tyranny. The autobots will defend and aid all that we can. We will fight when fighting is the only option. We. Will. Win!”

Video transmission ends.

(Author’s note: While this certainly became more topical than originally intended, I hope that this fic can bring some comfort to those that need it. The main idea behind Optimus being against a prime ruling all Cybertron came from IDW2)

[betterbemeta]

I understand that everything about scale in The Transformers (any series, comic, movie, etc.) is bad.

I do. I really understand. I accept it. I have no choice to.

But it drives me insane.

A consistent sense of scale is what helps us understand objects in space. Including objects that are characters. We can understand how heavy they are, how tall they are, what spaces they can move through and which ones they can't, what their perspective is, and what a typical human perspective is of them.

This is actually the thing that makes the live action Transformers movies 'work'-- they aren't always consistent but because human characters and environments keep the same scale and establishing shots of most of the characters include that scale, all of the explosions and fights and "wow!" is relative to actual live-action human beings.

But when that isn't the case, the scale in transformers is often relative. Robots that are 'large' (Bulkhead, Lugnut & many other Decepticons, etc.) are scaled bigger than robots that are 'small' (cassettes/minicons, robots that are motorcycles, Bumblebee, etc.) and some robots that are 'important' are given a relative size that has to do with conflict that they face. The most obvious examples of that last one are Optimus Prime and Megatron, who are both often Large but may have different relative sizes as the key trait here is actually 'important'-- Optimus Prime is usually Large in relation to his team but never Large enough to win against Megatron without a Struggle to His Limits (or more heroic means like the power of teamwork etc.)

Relative scaling also applies to human characters who tend to be 'as small as giant robots make you feel.' Especially if they're a child. Which is... okay, but the whole point of Robots Being in Disguise is that they sampled a human environment with scale and are taking it with them. We SHOULD be able to assume their altmode, if it's an effective disguise, can also be a way to measure scale. But this isn't the case; TFA has a lot of weirdly sized buildings and almost all of TFP takes place in barren environments, or in Ships and Bases where the scale changes around surreptitiously.

Space robots don't have to be exactly the weight of whatever earth thing they transform into and sometimes that's totally impossible but who-is-more-massive is kind of important when your show has so many physical smackdowns. Relative mass can take us pretty far, but it can't take us all the way. Sir Isaac Newton IS the deadliest son of a bitch in space! Much more exciting confrontations can happen when we have a better understanding of what physics are possible even if we don't adhere to realism perfectly. Sort of like how drawing from life can make fantasy illustration more effective and imaginative.

And even outside of confrontation, if any characters want to interact with each other or their environment, we as an audience get SO much information based on their scale and sense of mass. Optimus Prime Has You In His Hand is more powerful if your mutual points of view are consistent. We can tell which robots can easily shake hands or hug, who can use a shipping container as a convenient thing to lean on vs a dumpster, how 'far away' stuff is for different characters, how much energy they have to use to cross a distance, and more.

Even Weird Stuff is better if we care a little bit more. In TFA, Blitzwing drops directly out of the sky if he transforms from a plane into a tank midair. We assume this is just because tanks can't fly, which IS funny. But what size of tank does he become? Is it a realistic size for a main battle tank in the modern day? Does he put on 52 tons when he changes from something the size of a F-15 Eagle to something more like an Abrams tank?? Instead of that being some kind of oversight or mass displacement thing what if we leaned into it and used this thinking to make even funnier jokes?

Many MANY mecha shows are very detailed about the specifications of their robots, which lines up with how people who are in to real life vehicles (and military technology...) obsess about the numbers. We don't need to go that far, but Vehicles and Technology are one of THE autistic things to care about and yes, I know, most of this material is 'for kids.' But who do you think is memorizing all of the Facts about Trains or Planes or Trucks out there? Why do kids care about vehicle robots, is it really just haha hot wheels vroom vroom or are some of them actually interested in what there is to like about real, non-imaginary giant metal constructs?

It drives me bonkers that the 'toy' aspect of Transformers where 'who cares, its toys' overtakes a lot of the things that help imagination play with toys in the media that's kind of the starter-imagination-play-scenario WITH the toys. Just a littttle bit more effort into consistency and leaning into showing it off would absolutely blow people's minds with what's now possible for action figures beyond vaguely bonking against each other.

[drunkenmantis]

A little lore snippet from my OC Nado The song Text under the cut without the typos xD

To put it quite frankly, they had enough. Enough of looking at him. The way he acts, he talks, the way he shows regret of his past actions that he shows so openly. Why could this one change and not the other one… and why were they feeling such a strong connection despide all the negative thoughts.

And on top of that, someone close by the table they were all sitting at was talking about this damn song. The one NOBODY except Rung was supposed to know about. If Nado would have just checked before sending the file out… at least it ended up anonymous in Swerves inbox, but that minicon just HAD to play it at the bar nearly every night, so of cause everyone on the Lost Light knew it by now. So a hunt for the mystery singer began. The fact that everyone thought Nado was mute (except Ratchet and Rung) luckily helped to put them off the list of subjects immediately.

But maybe it was the one too manny glass of Engex, the fact that everyone was singing along to that damn song or just all those bottled up emotions finally bubbling to the surface, but as before mentioned: they had enough.

So everyone at the table fell quite and looked at Nado as they suddenly stood up and briskly walked over to the small stage, where a bot was just preparing for there turn at the karaoke station with exactly that song queued up.

They quickly snatched the mic as the first notes started playing and put everything, all the frustration, all the emotions, everything they were feeling at that moment into the song, leaving the audience sheer disbelieve for a couple seconds until someone broke the silence and the whole room exploded in extatic cheering. The mystery singer finally revealed themselfs.

[pzdragon666]

Making it up

-DramaKing online-

DramaKing: Alright, I've had enough

-CommanderHighheels online-

-Steve online-

-Itsybitsyspider online-

-ScienceShock online-

CommanderHighheels: I agree with KnockOut. This has gone on long enough

Itsybitsyspider: I didn't even know it was possible for each of them to leave each other in an even worse condition

Steve: I mean, their minicons were involved so-

ScienceShock: Logical

Itsybitsyspider: Who's willing to get them to talk?

ScienceShock: Steve

CommanderHighheels: Steve

Itsybitsyspider: I was gonna say Shockwave

ScienceShock: Excuse me???

Steve: WHY ME!?

DramaKing: She has a soft spot for you

Steve: bruh-

Steve: wait- Really?

ScienceShock: I didn't think that was possible

CommanderHighheels: Shut up

Steve: Fine, I'll do it. You guys better not change my username when I get back

-Steve offline-

CommanderHighheels: that's not a bad idea

Steve puts his phone down as he takes a deep breath. Vox sees him seem bother. "What's wrong, dude?" He asks. Nexus and Gary look down from their bunks and look towards Steve. "Did the high commanders get bored of you?" Gary asked. "NO! it's that- they want me to go talk with Illusion..." Steve murmured. "WHAT!?" They yelled. "You don't mean the psycho right?" Nexus said. Steve glared at him through his visor and left before they continued to warn him. He arrives at her quarters, seeming hesitant to knock her door. The door slides open, with a small minicon glaring up at him. "Oh! Um- hi-" Hazard extended her limbs and grabbed Steve by his neck. "[State your business or perish...]" Steve squeaks in fear until a hand grabs Hazard from behind. "《Let him go. I know this vehicon.》" Hazard grumbled as she let go of him. "[But I really wanted to kill something today.]" Hazard whined. "《I'll find something for you to kill later, but for now, you aren't killing any of my friends.》" Hazard huffed as Illusion put her down. "《Apologies for that, Steve. She's been jumpy since she fought with the cassettes.》" Illusion sits back down on her berth as Steve hesitantly enters the room. "I'm sorry for showing up without informing you, but-" "《Let me guess. KnockOut got tired of this dilemma and wants you to convince me to talk with Soundwave.》" Steve nodded, seeming relieved he didn't have to explain to her. "《Tell KnockOut no.》" Steve looks up, seeming upset she dismisses the solution so quickly. "But why?" Steve asks, quickly regretting it. "《Soundwave betrayed my trust, and that's something I don't forgive easily》" She said. "What if Soundwave didn't know he betrayed your trust?" Illusion looks at him and thought quietly. She seemed hesitant now. "《But he should have told me about their relationship...》" Steve thought quietly and decided to ask her. "Why exactly do you hate Shockwave???" Illusion stares at him before moving her optics away from him. "《That's my business, but.... you're right》" Steve looks at her, confused. "What?" "《I shouldn't blame Soundwave for wanting to have a relationship with Shockwave. He doesn't know what happened between us, and I've been treating him unfairly for it. I think I should go talk to him.》" Illusion walks past him, going off to find Soundwave. Steve pulled out his phone and started texting the others.

-Steve online-

Steve: Mission accomplished

ScienceShock: really?

Itsybitsyspider: ^

CommanderHighheels: Told you she has a soft spot for you

Steve: Now we wait and see

Illusion walks towards Soundwave's quarters, seeming to already regret her choices. She stands in front of his door before deciding to knock. She waits for a but until she tries again. The door opens before she can knock again. She glared at Shockwave, who was the one that opened the door. "《What are you doing here?》" She glares at the scientist. Shockwave moves aside to let her in. "Someone had to keep him company for what you did." Illusion sent him a menacing glare and opened her mouth to yell at him but thought better about it. "《I'm not here to talk with you. I'm here to talk with Soundwave.》" Shockwave steps back a bit as Illusion looks towards the berth where Soundwave is covered in blankets. "《Soundwave.》" She nudged the blob that was underneath the blankets. "《Wake up! I want to apologize!》" She yanks the blankets of Soundwave's sleeping body. Soundwave stirs awake from his sleep and looks up at Illusion. "《Can we talk?》" She asks. Soundwave looks over her shoulder to Shockwave, who hasn't left the room yet. "/about what...?/" Soundwave asks. Illusion sighs heavily before falling on one knee. Soundwave looks at her confused as Illusion is kneeling in front of him. "《I want to apologize for my behavior these past few days. I was mad at you because you betrayed my trust and hid your.... relationship with Shockwave. I truly thought we could share secrets like these, but I was wrong.》" She looks back up, seeing Soundwave staring at her, confused and conflicted. "/I- uh- I think it's my fault as well for not wanting to share this secret with you. Your opinion matters a lot to me and I- I knew that you and Shockwave never really liked each other, and I felt overwhelmed that I had to choose between you and him./" Soundwave looks towards Shockwave, remaining quiet. Illusion got up, and awkwardly attempted to hug him. "/what are you doing?/" "《I'm giving you a hug. I'm trying alright...》" Soundwave laughs before returning the hug. They pulled away, seeming to silently agree that they forgive each other. "《Well, I'll tell the others about our conflict already resolved then.》" She leaves before stopping in front of Shockwave. "《AND Shockwave. If I find out you broke this mech's spark, I will turn you into one of your experiments...》" She leaves with Soundwave clinging onto Shockwave, seeming to ignore her threat. "/Don't take her threat seriously, Shockwave./" "That was a threat?"

I know y'all been waiting for this part. Sorry :'3

@chamm0y @mr-playlist @breakitoutwildbreak @splashscreenofficial @keef-draws @kyamo18

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[wistsandmagic]

MORE QUESTIONS!!! pick any ocs of your choice :3

1) Does your OC have a voice claim, if so who?

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

20) If they fight, what's their weapon of choice?

25) Are they the kind of person who can't resist a good song? Can I catch your OC singing to themselves while they do the dishes?

26) What flower do you associate your OC with?

I think most of these are gonna be for Wonton, honestly. XD; 1. Yes, surprisingly! Ayaka Nishiwaki from the Japanese techno-pop band Perfume! She has the highest vocals and the 'cutest' voice, and that fits Wonton to a T. She isn't squeaky, she just has a higher-pitched voice than one would think, and when she speaks her words tend to flow more than you would expect from even a small truck.

2. .....a joke that Glyph made about how "One Ton" sounded like a TFA truck bot's name and my own opinion that the tiny kei trucks would make EXCELLENT little minicons. Add to that the fact that TFA is the continuity of Cartoon Logic and naming conventions are made up, Wonton was born. 20. The only thing Wonton's had to fight so far are the occasional tanuki and wild deer that try to get into Ojii-chan's garden. She doesn't know that Cybertron or the factions themselves even exist, she's never seen another Transformer. She was an Allspark fragment that was carried across the ocean and landed on the kei-truck that is now her altmode, and no one has been to Japan. As far as she knows she is the only one of her kind in existence. So...she's not exactly had to fight. That being said, her preferred weapon is dual-wielding a homemade broom and a garden rake. That usually scares anything that's in the garden off, and if it doesn't, she's really good at whacking things. (also you are getting a Tripwire for this one because. Reasons*

Tripwire is from Eterna AU, and he's one of the three Warborn bot kids (consisting of Bumblebee, Strongarm, and himself) that were on board the Ark when the Ark left Cybertron. He's the youngest of the three, but yes, he knows how to fight, and knows how to fight well. He had to learn, just like the others, in order to survive. His preferred weapon is actually a bow, and he's pretty bloody accurate with the thing, too. Like trick-shot levels of accurate. Really the only person who can still outshoot him is Hot Rod, and Hot Rod is the one who taught him how to shoot to begin with, starting when he was the equivalent of 5 years old, with a little baby bow he'd cobbled together with Wheeljack's help. Only reason Hot Rod ever got him to learn, though, is because he told Tripwire that Damus would be super proud of him when they got back to Cybertron for learning and not relying solely on his ability to short out electrical components with his scream. (Not that he was wrong, it was just also self-preservation since the kid did NOT have great control over the direction he shorted things out)

25. Wonton is, actually! She sings to herself quite often, and utilizes the radio in her cab to listen to music when she and Ojii-chan are working on the farm. They both enjoy it, though Ojii-chan has influenced her taste in music quite a bit. She likes traditional things and isn't really much for 'modern' Japanese music, though there are a few pop songs that she thinks are catchy. And yes, you can definitely catch her singing something to herself as she does dishes. Because she does actually help with the dishes, for one, and for two, singing makes things go by faster. (Dishes is a chore she doesn't enjoy.) 26. The Japanese lotus flower. Her original paint was designed to mimic the lotus, and she likes the colour scheme, so she's kept it. The lotus also symbolizes rebirth, which. Well. Can't really get more on the nose with that, now can you, considering her origins as an Allspark fragment bringing a truck to life. She very LITERALLY was 'reborn' as a Transformer.

[sonicasura]

“Hey, Silent S! It’s been a spell, hasn’t it?” The voice of the last mech he expected to call out, as the Decepticon medic entered the medbay.

Knockout looked all to amused upon seeing the spymaster—though, his frame looked different than Soundwave could recall it being. Instead of pure red, small dark blue and burnt orange strips decorated the auto-enthusiast medic’s sides. There were a few flourishes of the new color accenting his frame… Soundwave belatedly realizes those exact colors also belonged to Breakdown. He wonder if said broad-frame had gained some red additions.

Far too used to the spymaster’s silence, Knockout bustled about the medbay pulling a few smaller tools made for precision out. Those new blue and orange additions were also present on the medic’s back. Several moments passed in mutual silence as the brighter framed mech appeared to be preparing for something.

Soundwave reflexively tried to slot Laserbeak onto his front… only receive a number of error messages in his processor. Too light, improperly shaped—it went on as the full breadth of surviving in the Shadowzone did to his mini’s frame was listed. He mentally swore trying to now shield the small bird-like Decepticon from the medic. Repairing Laserbeak always fell into him and not the vain medic who could transform his own servos to rotary blade tools.

“As charming as your protectiveness is, I’m afraid you aren’t exactly in decent shape to help the little birdie.” Knockout explained, his voice the barest hints sympathetic and confident. “I’d rather get his frame back into shape while he is still in stasis. Who knows how many fuel lines were blown outpacing Terrorcons… Well, me if you let me help.” Infuriatingly, the medic was right about his minicon having internal damage.

His vocalizer cracked to play back one of Starscream’s more intimidating hisses. “You-aren’t-decent. You-aren’t-charming-me. Rather-outpacing-Terrorcons!” Soundwave hated how much his vocalizer’s synthesizer crackled as he clipped together his response.

Knockout’s lack of a Decepticon emblem had not escaped his optical sensors. Traitor.

Said “traitor” merely placed a servo over where his sparkchamber would be. “Moi not charming? Oh, you wound me…” He dropped the mock offense to lean back against the medbay wall. “Come now, Soundwave. Let’s be realistic here. You’re data cables are capped, you were essentially saved from a mini hoard of Terrorcons—thank you for letting those damned things nearly over run us again...”

The surprising amount of anger and fear in Knockout’s voice at mentioning the undead was, perplexing.

“Anyway! I may not have the strongest morals when it came to medical practices aboard the Nemesis, but I made do. I patched up everyone from Vehicons to Lord Megatron himself.” The mainly red medic sauntered over to the spymaster’s medical berth. “Do you really think I would compromise your darling bird?”

…

“Damn-you.”

“Well, there’s no need to swear.”

—ROB’d Anon.

While Dart’s fixing up the training room—and subtly trying to reassure a thoroughly spooked Starscream—Knockout’s on the case. He has been given express orders to not mention the Inertia Faction or Megatron’s deceased state. Otherwise? He has mostly free reign.

Yes, Breakdown and him got touches of each other’s paint job color post-Cybertron revival.

Snowslide accidentally terrifying Starscream sounds fucking hilarious. Dart pretty much has to explain what healthy anger management is as the Decepticons might only be aware of Megatron's version. (You forget common things during a war.)

Soundwave would be upset but he knows Knockout is telling the truth. I wonder if anyone told him that the war is over?

[ppnuggie]

　　　　　𝙐𝙃 𝙊𝙃

　　『　gender neutral human reader + g1 decepticons    』

　　—  004

　　— back at it again with more memes of my story ;) once again even more on off with the pov and pronoun switches of them and you !! also we get to meet the stunticons in this and mother soundwave <3

　　＜　one , two , three , five    ＞

          newly adopted, (y/n) stared around at the small cult circle of cassettes around them. they suspiciously eyed at the cassettes, waiting for them to say anything or make a move. though soundwave, your new guardian, had warned them. he specifically said not to harm them or be mean to them. it was like he was their dad and they were his 20-30 year old kids who lived in the basement, or well, in this special case, they lived in his boobies.

kinda sus if youre honest, but hey, who wouldnt want to live in boobs? they all looked at you as though you were a big glob on the ground that came from the sky. you weren't exactly sure how to feel with that.

          "it moved!" a purple bot gasped, pointing at you. a scoff came from you, rolling your eyes, "of course i moved you idiot, im not some lifeless animal." you growled. "strange," the cat like minicon spoke up, "why has soundwave taken you in?" he narrowed his optics at you, circling your form with his tail swishing around behind him.

"because," frenzy spoke up, "i asked soundwave to!" that caused the attention of the other minicons that were once staring at you to divert towards frenzy. "why would ya do that exactly?" the purple minicon asked, raising a optic ridge at his twin. "because!" frenzy put his servos on his hips, "they're fun to mess with! come on, rumble, its an excuse to cause trouble, take squishy with us, and blame it all on them. its the perfect plan!" frenzy exclaimed, rubbing his servos together like a villain with the worst evil plan ever in existence. its like the time plankton ran out of ideas to take the secret formula, and decided to do the dumbest thing ever.

          'rumble' had put his servo on his chin, deep in thought before nodding along. "yer right! we can do that!" he turned back towards you, before approaching and grabbing your upper arm roughly. "come on squishy! we got some stuff to do!" he dragged you towards where frenzy was at by the door. a sigh came from you, shaking your head before you started to limp after them so they wouldnt drag you.

＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿

the twins snickered to themselves, well, more like howling like hyenas with their loud ass laughs. the plan as of right now was to prank starscream, whoever that was. all you had been told was that he was a loud guy who didnt shut the hell up. kind of reminded you of a guy back at work, dumbass hoe who didnt know how to use the coffee machine and complained whenever he was given actual work to do. god he gave you a headache.

the twins grabbed you and ran to hide behind a surface, loud footsteps approaching where they were before. following the footsteps came a loud scream, the twins hooting and hollering with triumph. they tiptoed out of their hiding place, dragging you behind to see their masterpiece. except their smiles had only fell into frowns, confused by the quick change of emotion, you looked to where they were looking.

up ahead stood a group of different bots with different heights. one was drenched in hot pink paint with purple glitter, who was screeching about being targeted. another bot, who was yellow, was laughing his ass off with another bot, who was grey and red. the tallest one had a purple face, and a larger structural body than the others. the other one, who was wearing a visor and was red, just stood his with their arms crossed.

rumble and frenzy looked at each other and then at the large bot, then back to one another. they both grabbed you, and started to 'silently' — aka horribly — walk away. until they were grabbed by the larger bot, his hands large enough to fit around their bodies and pick them up with ease. they both shrieked and started wiggling about, banging their tiny fists against his fingers. "let us go!" frenzy growled, and rumble was trying to bite one of the fingers wrapped around him.

the bot only made a 'tch' sound before speaking. "tell me why you did this to breakdown before i decide to squish you between my digits, and watch your energon drip onto the ground." he sneered at the two, who had frozen up in his grasp. they both peered down at you, their digits pointed towards your form sitting on the metal ground. "it was the squishy's idea not ours! you have to understand, motormaster!" rumble barked out. "the squishy forced us to do this!" frenzy added.

          motormaster's optics looked down at you, before back at the twins. he let out a hard laugh, “as if that pathetic creature could do anything. its broken already. as weak as you two are,” motormaster brought them closer to his face, “that human wouldnt be able to do anything.” he growled, teeth baring at the two minicons.

“motormaster,” a familiar voice came by. looking over, soundwave stood near the stunticon leader, servo held out. “request : put frenzy and rumble down.” he said, pointing down to the floor. motormaster glared at the third in command, before complying with his request.

“you better keep an eye on those two, soundwave, or else next time i wont be able to guarantee their safety.” motormaster warned before heading back towards his group. soundwave didnt say anything, only watching the stunticon walk away before directing his gaze towards his minicons. “rumble , frenzy : not mad, disappointed.” he said before catching your form.

he kneeled down, servos moving to carefully and gently grab you, holding you close to his chest. “(y/n) : alright?” he questioned, waiting for an answer. you only nodded, wrapping your hands around one of his digits. it was nice, being held gently like this. it felt like something you could get used to.

[flamingfandomtrashcentral]

You're so cute when your struggling? With Overlord or Tarn please? 💕

This probably isn’t exactly what you wanted, but I hope you can still enjoy it

Overlord and Tarn

Coming back online after being knocked unconscious was never a pleasant experience. There was no telling what kind of situation you would find yourself in, nor what state your body would be in. Best case scenario: you wake up in the care of your allies. Unlikely, given that you were alone. After that, being where you were when you passed out was the most realistic good option. That wasn’t the case though. Instead of the desolate, battle worn building you had been scouting, you now appeared to be in a clean room. Possibly on a ship. 

You could feel someone tinkering with your head. Perhaps, this was the best option after all. Maybe one of your friends had rescued you, and had just taken you somewhere you didn’t recognize! Or maybe your processor was damaged. Could be, you think you can remember the structure crumbling down onto you.

Not wanting to wait for the answers to come naturally, you try to move your head to see who’s helping you. A bad decision, it turns out. Moving when someone is tampering with the inner workings of your mind is not a pleasant experience. The pain is instant. As is the yelling of whoever was back there.

“Nah-ah-ah, no moving! What is wrong with you? You feel someone trying to fix you and you just thrash about???” You barely moved your neck, but you decided to keep that to yourself. The mystery bot finally revealed themselves, sharply leaning over your head to look you in the optics. A green minicon was now giving you a dirty look.

“Uh... sorry?” You’re not sure what she wants, but you feel an apology is your safest option.

She sighs, going back to whatever it was she had been working on, “I suppose this is what I get for not strapping your head down too, but it kept getting in the way. Just hold still, would you?” Too? You experimentally tried to move an arm, only to find it locked in place. It makes sense, she can’t have you rolling off the table while she’s got your head opened up, now can she? Who knows what would come flying out if that happened.

It’s not long before two sets of footsteps approach the room you’re in, but that’s not what really catches your attention. It’s the arguing that does. 

“Why are you still here? I did not invite you onboard, nor do you have any reason to stay.” He huffed in annoyance, “Just leave, this is most unnecessary.”

“My, my, someone’s in a sour mood today. Did you burn through your last t-cog already?” Another voice chimed in, this one not nearly as deep as the first.

You heard the minicon mumble something about them being a bunch of sparkling just before they entered. The door was to your side, so you could kinda see what was going on through your peripherals. The purple mech held out his arm to block the bigger blue one, trying to close the door on him before he could come in. Didn’t work, he just forced his way in. The purple mech being no match for him in terms of strength, apparently. 

“You do not need to be in here!” The purple one hissed. “It’s because of your brutish ways that they’re even in this state. You had no reason to topple over that building other than simply wanting to.”

“I’ll admit it was unnecessary, and I wanted to apologize to them.” His voice was dripping in mock concern, even you could tell he was full of scrap and you didn’t even know who it was.

The other guy didn’t believe him either, if the bark of laughter was anything to go off of, “Oh, that is priceless! Overlord apologizing. I didn’t realize you were abandoning the cause to become a comedian.”

Your spark faltered. No. There’s no way you heard that right. Nuh-uh, no way, he did not just say that name. You still couldn’t see their faces due to how you were positioned. 

“Speaking of odd behavior,” hopefully-not-really-Overlord’s voice was tight, but still retained an air of condescension to it, “you’re awfully concerned about them, Tarn.” Oh Primus dammit. “Taking the time to patch them up when you should be hunting down your next target, that never happens.”

Your increasing panic successfully tuned out whatever else they were saying. This is it, this is how you die. No doubt you’re being kept here so he can kill you later. You hadn’t exactly been a model Decepticon in recent millenia you’ll admit, but it’s not your fault the movement took a turn for the murderous unexpectedly! Plus all your friends were in it, and you didn’t want them to judge you, so you just kinda stuck around... passively... hiding from any and all conflict. Primus you were going to die here. 

The sound and feeling of your head being snapped back together pulled you out of your dread. It caught their attention as well.

“Are they well, Nickel? This brute didn’t cause any permanent damage did he?” Tarn asked, sounding bizarrely invested in your well being. A psychological torture tactic, probably. Make you feel like you’re in the clear, only to rip you apart later. 

“Yes, yes, they’re fine,” Nickel waved him off dismissively as she lowered herself to the ground. “They’ve also been conscious for all of your bickering.” With that, she took her leave, not even bothering to undo the restraints. No need to untie someone that’s about to die, you grimly accept.

Now that you’re able to move you head freely again, you slowly look up to see the towering figures of two of the most feared Decepticons. Their red eyes cut right through you. A small, naive part of you that thought you still had a chance urged you to do something, anything. You wiggle helplessly in your restraints, hoping that maybe they’ll be somewhat weakened from the previous victims. You have no idea what you would do if they did snap, but you’ll cross that bridge if you ever get to it.

Overlord smiled at you, an experience you never wanted to have, “You're so cute when your struggling.”

W h a t ?

This made everyone freeze, Tarn looking at Overlord with pure disdain, while you looked to Primus for answers you’re not even sure you wanted.

Tarn seemed beside himself at the statement, “What is wrong with you? You crush them under a toppled building, and now you’re flirting with them?” He placed a servo on your shoulder, an action probably intended to sooth, but all it did was make you shudder.

“Please, don’t act like you weren’t thinking the same thing, I saw the way you were eyeing them when we got here. At least I’m actually taking the initiative.” Overlord snickered at the strangled noise that came out of Tarn at this accusation. 

“Do not put words in my mouth! I would never say something so- so crude! If I was trying to charm them, I would say something much more eloquent,” Tarn was desperately trying to regain some sense of dignity after Overlord’s comment.

They continued going back and forth, critiquing each other’s “courting methods”. Not that you were paying attention anymore. You were just hoping they’d hurry up and kill you, anything was better than whatever the frag this was.

[lostintransport]

// Some of the NPC muses from the crew include:

Spawnfire - a very excitable minicon in charge of navigation and flying the ship. Looks like someone took a burning hunk of firewood and turned it into a Decepticon. Sometimes lights himself on fire by accident and doesn’t notice because his entire frame is fireproof. Rosehip once launched him into a crowd of Autobots like a football during one of these moments and Spawnfire has never let him forget that.

Technicolor - an aloof, spindly all black seeker, always seems exhausted and full of anger, in charge of the combat training and battle plans. Was demoted from strategist/analyst to the Nine’s crew after he provoked one too many incidents of infighting. Isn’t exactly unhappy about that. Respects Rosehip and no one else, and rarely listens to any other Decepticon commander - this has caused problems in the past. Spars often with Rosehip and Legion, but also has to be stopped from going too far and harming his crewmates.

Legion - a deployer frame, heavy hitter with a large cannon arm - she’s also the crew’s main and official medic, but she mostly there to continue Rosehip’s medical training and likes to joke that they BOTH need to retire soon. She’s the closest in age to the captain, but he still calls her kid on occasion. She has 12 drone-like deployers that attach in ports on her back and chest, and each one is about the size of her palm - they’re very small and meant more to be extra look outs while in the field, or to hold her tools when her hands are busy.

Still working on fleshing out the other four, these three are the just the ones that might appear the most.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Got any naughty thoughts about Buzzstrike? What do you think the mini-mans likes to get up to?

I hate rid for not giving me more info on this boy because i WANT to have more ideas for him, honest to god.

Im going to use a female so for this, you want something else, ask with your preferred gender.

If I HAD to guess though, Buzzstrike is the cutie who wooes you with just how charming he is. A smile and a few simple gifts here and there, and you're just ready to fuck his brains out. Like a boy next door².

Once he actually gets in your bed (he really takes his time. He's interested in YOU, not your naughty bits), he's an absolute charmer. He's not exactly a stud, but he makes sure your comfy with him (seriously the kindest fuck you'll ever have).

He REALLY wants to use his hands. I've noticed that he speaks with his hands often, so he likes using his hands. He feels your every curve, and for a mini, he has quite a firm grip. He has a particular fondness for tits, small or big as they are, he just really enjoys having something to sit there and play with.

As such, he's REALLY into tit jobs. He's a bit embarrassed by how much hes into it, but PLEASE let him, he practically melts on top of you.

Fingering you is ALSO a huge favorite of his. Its simple, it makes you happy, and his hands are more pleasing than his spike. Not his fault hes on the smaller side.

He's also REALLY into you playing with his wings. Jerking off while you stroke the length of them is SUCH a dream for him.

Please kiss him all over his handsome face. He gets so bashful when you call him handsome while you're getting him off.

Kissing/nibbling his chin is also something that makes him squirm.

Hes into open relationships, especially with his fellow minicons. You getting it by Lancelon when he comes over to see you is honestly kinda hot for him. He's also into swapping places in said scenario and have you watch. Take notes, these minis know what each of them like.

[emotionaldepravity]

Hello! Would you do HCs of armada Blurr, Jetfire, and Sideswipe having a human companion of their own? Maybe someone older and more mature than the kids? I like to imagine one of them maybe has a cousin who is a detective that ended up sticking around out of concern for the kids in what is basically a war/recon setting. Thank you very much! I'm glad you're feeling up to doing HCs and I very much approve the new content

Ahhh I’m so glad to be back and feeling good about writing again! Also thank you so much for the support! I’m really loving getting to write some stuff for all of these cuties~ Also, these are kinda long… ha ha ha… 

Blurr

- Alexis didn’t bother keeping the Autobots a secret when you happened to see your cousin jump out of a speeding sports car one day to make it to dinner on time. What was the point? You’d just follow her and learn the truth yourself, after all. She might as well as let you help them.

- Due to Blurr being the one that you happened to see first, Optimus suggested that you should get to know him first since you plan on sticking around.

-At first Blurr isn’t sure how to feel about having a human companion so he acts as disinterested as possible. 

- “Isn’t babysitting humans the minicons’ job?” 

-He just doesn’t know what to do with you.

-When you ask him to let you go on a recon mission with him for a new minicon, he is hesitant as he doesn’t want to be slowed down by having to protect you. However, Hot Shot and Red Alert convince him to give you a chance to prove yourself. 

-You manage to be extremely helpful to finding the minicon with how observant and focused you are. Its a nice change of pace for him than dealing with the children.

-For jut a moment, he opens up to praise your efforts, but in the next, he is all closed off one again. For awhile, this is how all your missions go. 

-It isn’t always easy to get along with him. He can be extremely headstrong, and even if you are simply trying to help him, he can shut you down.  

- It takes many silent drives and missions alone together before he truly warms up to you.

-After enough time has passed, he will just drive you around the city just to speak with you privately. Its his way of saying that he trusts you.

-When the minicon sightings slow down, he often likes to take you to see different parts of the world sometimes even back to past battle sites. Though he isn’t one to be sentimental, he would like to experience Earth and its nature when he isn’t try to fight for his life. Since this frivolousness isn’t exactly what he is used to, he makes sure you come along to teach him how to enjoy it.

- Once he finally realizes that his life has changed so much with you around, he almost wants to push you away, but he doesn’t. Instead, he allows himself to embrace his feelings for you.

-However, he has a bit of trouble deciding when or even how to confess. When he does decide to tell you how he feels, its done with little fanfare and as far away from the kids as possible. 

-Alexis occasionally teases the two of you about your relationship. She thinks its adorable. Its because of her that PDA is at a minimum. 

-When he goes on a mission without you, he tips your chin up so he can look into your eyes before he leaves. Its his nonverbal promise to you that he will come back no matter what.

Jetfire 

-The first time you saw Jetfire you knew that something was up.

-A huge space shuttle flying around the mountains where you knew your cousin, Rad, and his friends liked to play was suspicious, and you had to investigate. 

-You managed to figure out about when the space shuttle would circle the mountain and where the shuttle landed. 

- Of course, when the kids jumped out and the mystery shuttle transformed to a huge robot, you had to confront your cousin. He was happy to explain all about the Transformers despite your concern for him in the current situation.

- Seeing that you weren’t exactly pleased with him now in the middle of an alien war, Rad suggested that you support Jetfire when looking for minicons that way you would feel better that him and the kids weren’t out in the field as much.

- Jetfire isn’t keen on the extra work, but he understands that the kids are an important part of the dynamic at the base. He isn’t particularly interested in seeing how low morale could get without them. 

-As you work together to locate minicons, he gets a good chance to figure you out and see your investigation skills. 

- “Never thought I’d see a human be so observant; you must be a P.I.”

- He likes to ask you about yourself. At first it was just to get you to like him, but now, he genuinely is interested in you. Though not all of your stories are as eventful as his own war stories, he thinks highly of them and loves that you’re willing to be so open with him. At some point, he finally realizes his own feelings for you and decides to put his plan into motion to get you to like him in return.

-In typical Jetfire fashion, he does his best to charm you. For a playful flirt like him, teasing and complimenting you are some of his favorite mission activities.

-He can’t help but show off for you its just in his code. 

-Don’t be surprised if he takes you up into space to see the stars whenever things are a bit uneventful. 

-The moment he learns that humans also use nicknames, he starts calling you “sweetspark.” 

- One night during a sleepover at the Autobot base, he showcases his ability to mass displace by pulling you into his lap to “relax.” 

- When he finally confesses, its after a moonlit flight to an open filed where the stars were incredibly bright. 

-For the most part, Rad is just happy that the two of you get along. However, he has been known to make faces when he sees you acting like a couple. 

-He always says the same thing before he heads out for a mission: “Don’t miss me too much sweetspark, I’ll be back soon~”

Sideswipe

- Your aunt and uncle had always asked you to look after Carlos when you had the chance, and with his grades being even lower than usual, you figured a proper “investigation” needed to happen. You had your suspicions that he was skipping, but you had to go and see for yourself.

-One early morning, you follow Carlos only to find that he was definitely not headed to the old middle school you remembered going to so long ago.

-When you get to the Autobot base, not too far behind your cousin, Sideswipe was the first bot you happened to see. When you stare at him in awe, he returns the look because he didn’t really know how to react. Eventually, you 

-After scolding Carlos, and the other kids for missing class, you decide to stay long enough to speak to Optimus Prime.  

-Though part of him wants to act a tough guy like Blurr, he is extremely excited to have a human companion.

- Humans are so interesting to him, and he is always asking you questions about what its like being a human. 

-He thinks that you being a detective is very cool! You are saving the world in your own way, and he respects that a lot. You are like a human hero!

-In his clumsy way, his admiration for you turned into infatuation. He really wasn’t sure how it had ended up like this, but after spending so much time getting to know you, it was hard not to be charmed. 

-He likes to hold you in his hand so he can feel close to you since you are just so small compared to him. 

-Sometimes he wishes he was minicon sized so he could hug you properly. He practically begs Red Alert to find away to make it possible, and one day Sideswipe gets a mass displacement mod.

-Now he mass displaces all the time to hug you. Sometimes the others have to remind him that he has work to do because he cuddles with you for so long. Typically, its Carlos, and his reminder follows a “you two are so gross.”

-Whenever he goes out on a mission without you, he makes sure to give you a kiss for good luck. He gets a bit distraught if he doesn’t get to. 

- Sideswipe is always talking about you to his bro, Hot Shot. You are just so fascinating to him and well he likes to brag about how incredible his human is. In turn, he talks about how much he looks up to Hot Shot to you. After all, he wants the two beings he cares about the most to get along. 

[jimclassicstoycollection]

Transformers: War For Cybertron: Siege

Titan class

Omega Supreme

Omega Supreme was the last of my massive spending spree in September of 2019. Between the Siege Skywarp, Legends Jetfire, and the Rain Makers I got Omega Supreme around that very same week. This was an expensive two weeks for me.

Omega arrived in the mail about a good week before my dad died. Working on the past few reviews have kind brought some of it back for me; putting my head back in that timeline and all that, so that’s one reason why it’s taken me so long to get this one out.

I should also mention that this review will be very picture intensive; I probably will have more pictures than I will have things to say about the toy.

The Box:

For those of you who frequently check out this blog you’d know that I don’t normally gush about the box; I have a tendency to just focus on the toy itself.

That being said; OMG I love the box art!!!!

This box art demonstrates the power, grand, and sheer enormous size of this Guardian Robot.

Ever since I was a kid I loved the tech spec character art which was on the transformers toys, and the Siege line has done an excellent job with the the box art. It’s a shame these guys don’t come with any tech specs, or collector’s card much like Combiner Wars, Titans Return, and Power of the Primes did.

Hasbro, make a collector’s card! You were doing great for three toy lines, you should have kept that up!

Much like my Titan class Devastator and Fortress Maximus I’m keeping the box for Omega Supreme (I have titan classes Trypticon and Predakng, but I’ve never even opened them up yet…I will…one day).

Countdown-

Countdown is a Micromaster going all the way to G1. I never had the original toy, but I think he had a rocket base of his own and it turned into a gun platform, or something. I like this guy being partnered with Omega Supreme now is pretty appropriate in my opinion.

Vehicle Mode:

Countdown’s vehicle mode is a moon rover. This is a mostly unpainted toy, and his primary colors are red and light tan plastic.

It’s got some good sculpted details, and has a cool radar dish. If you look hard enough you can see two, teeny, tiny seats; however considering Countdown’s a Micomaster they would be smaller than any human could sit in, but it’s all a nice touch.

It rolls well on four black wheels.

There is a 5mm peg underneith the rover which folds down, and can peg onto any 5mm port, similar to an old Transformers Armada Minicon, but in reverse; the Minicon wold have the 5mm and the larger robot would have the 5mm peg.

Transformation:

Transformation is…well it’s a MicroMaster this isn’t rocket science…or in this case…rover science…but it’s easy.

Robot Mode:

For what he is the robot mode is pretty cool.

He stands well, like any decent toy should, and I love how the radar dish tucks nicely into his back.

For such a tiny guy we see much of the same sculpted detail, however we also see more of the light tan which is his body, and that face sculpt is amazing! 

This is a small toy, but that face has some good detail, a nice silver paint, and bright blue eyes, and i swear his mouth has a cocky smirk.

I don’t know the character enough to know if this is appropriate of him, but i do like it.

Well done, Hasbro. Now keep it up. 

Articulation is…limited; it is a Micromaster after all.

Ball-jointed shoulders and hips, and a bend at the knee.

Let’s move on to why you’re all here.

Omega Supreme-

Since Omega Supreme splits into three separate things I’ll be talking about each one separately, starting with the rocket mode.

Rocket Mode:

Starting with the rocket we see here…a rocket. Well, it’s gray, long and cylindrical, and an excellent symbol for robo-male virility, maybe…

I’m joking, but this rocket is pretty big, bigger than I think maybe it should be.

The rocket is most made out of unpainted gray plastic, with some red plastic for parts of the bulkhead, silver paint at the very top. The only paint aps that I can see are some burn marks near some of the 5mm ports. You don’t even get an Autobot badge on the rocket, that’s a little disappointing…

Down by the primary thruster are clear orange plastic bits for the…rocket…claw…

Well, Omega Supreme’s a rocket, but he’s not an Earth rocket; the claw parts could be anything….Landing struts! They’re landing struts!!!!

The rocket stands well on the orange struts, and each strut has 3 points of articulation for height differences, or balance, or whatever, really.

What the rocket lacks in paint deco it makes up for in sculpted detail. I’m going to be saying this a lot through the review, but you see so much panel detailing, pipes, gribbly…(I don’t know what a gribbly is, but it’s fun to say), on this toy you will rarely see a smooth surface.

The rocket has nine 11mm ports for guns or blast effects.

I’m not going to lie, this rocket was a real pain to display on a flight stand. Due to the fact that it’s a narrow plastic tube I really didn’t have anything which could properly support it for very long, so I did my best, and I do not recommend using this set up for the rocket mode.

Aside from the 5mm ports are on the rocket I didn’t see anything that would even come close to a display port, unless someone makes stand with 5mm ports in mind, I don’t know of any.

Speaking of 5 mm ports, four out of the eleven by the landing struts and the main thruster, the nose cone of the rocket, and six around the rocket itself. And as any 5mm port they can be used for either the blast effects or weapons if you’re so inclined.

Tank Mode:

The tank is a really beefy, chonky boi! (Am I memeing correctly?)

The tank alone is as large as a modern day leader class figure. Big…but light weight…It’s a mostly hollow vehicle mode.

The paint deco is minimal, a lot of the devil is in the sculpting, and what a sculpt this bruiser is!

This tank is covered in great sculpting detail; you see all sorts of gribblys and other things. The tank is mostly unpainted gray plastic. The red at the hatch is painted while the tank barrel is red plastic. The tank treads are painted, and the secondary and tertiary guns are painted in a gun metal gray. There’s some yellow paint up at the main gun turret, and lastly there’s a lovely tampograph Autobot symbol on the clear orange window near the front.

The only 5mm ports on the tank are the three forward facing guns, but they look fantastic with the blast effects!

Unfortunately the tank turret doesn’t swivel at all, because of the robot head directly behind it that main gun is pretty much just going to…FACE forward….that was a lousy pun, I apologize…

The tank treads don’t actually work, however turning the tank over we see these barbell-like uni-wheels (I’m not exactly sure what to call them obviously), but these are bit shorter than the base track, and they roll well enough for what they are.

If you open up the front of the tank (which can be a bit annoying) reveals a space for Countdown to park in a specific groove. Now there is also a ramp which Countdown can roll down.

My one issue with the opening hatch is that the plastic is a bit thinner, and it tabs into place; un-tabbing the hatch frightens me sometimes because I’m worried that I’m going to break it. So, just be careful when opening it up. 

Base Mode:

I’ll be very honest here, the base itself is probably the least interesting thing about Omega Supreme, however essential with the overall figure.

Without the rocket or the tank nearby the base is quite the empty structure. It’s basically a large track held up on some (possibly flimsy) scaffolding with a hollow tower in the center.

Yes, you still see all the nice gribblys and the details all about the base mode, but it’s still quite an uninteresting environment.

Both tracks are tabbed into the main base/command tower by these new Siege clips, and are supported by these thin, gray plastic scaffolding. I am concerned about breakage. They do feel solid enough, however I can’t shake the feeling that they’re going to break one day at the hinges.

Maybe I’m just reminded of breaking my toys as a child when I was too rough with them, but I cannot get the concern out of my mind.

There is a tiny ramp located behind the inner walls for the base mode meant for the MicroMasters to drive up. It’s a pretty steep ramp, and it has these new connectors which is meant to attach the Earthrise MicroMaster bases…I mean the upcoming ones, of course…

The tank (at least the original G1 toy) is supposed to ride along on the bases track on an endless loop, but for Siege Omega the tank is much wider than the track, so the treads are just hanging over them. I mean, you still could do it but personally I don’t think it looks very good, so maybe the track should be reserved for the Autobots to drive around on, or defend the perimeter while the larger tank has free range to go wherever. 

Once we get the rocket and tank in place and place some Legends class figures around it, Omega Supreme’s base mode is a more impressive sight.

Mind you, he’s not a fortress like…well, Fortress Maximus, he’s a rocket base.

At the top part of the rocket are two opening hatches which allow a Micromaster (or even a Legends Class figure) inside to pilot. It’s all unpainted, sculpted detail, but you see a little computer screen, and dials and stuff. Some paint applications would have been nice through.

Transformation:

Where the original G1 Omega Supreme is a parts-former, which requires a great deal of assembly to build the complete figure, Siege Omega has a simpler conversion process, and once you transform the rocket into both of the arms, the tank into the chest and head, the base to the legs and torso, and the finally the tracks fold up to the wings. 

Once that’s all done its quick to assemble.

Blast Effects:

Omega Supreme comes with 7 blast effects. Maybe you’ve noticed this, and maybe you haven’t but for the past several toy reviews I’ve been using Omega’s blast effects for my Seekers and Rain Makers, Galaxy Optimus prime, I’ve been heavily using this. 

That’s because I really love these blast effects and I couldn’t wait for me to eventually get around to my Omega review to put them to to good use.

One thing I would like to see Hasbro or Takara to sell blast effects separately to for more figures to use. 

Robot Mode:

This Guardian Robot is stomping onto the scene! This is quite a bulky and solid toy.

Much like the rocket, or the tank, or the base mode the completed robot mode doesn’t have a lot of painted detail; it’s all in the sculpting and the unpainted, colored plastics. Which I’m not complaining; Omega Supreme is not a character you really need to over think.

He’s covered in details and gribblys he has a total of 19 5mm ports! That is a lot, but then again Omega is so big, and many of the weapons are so small, it probably wouldn’t look all that impressive anyway. 

Sort of opposite of 2003′s Transformers Armada line Countdown has a 5mm peg of his own, and can be inserted into any 5mm port. I like to keep him on Omega’s shoulder.

For such a large figure Omega is really easy to pose, and has a good range of motion. He balances well, and strangely enough he doesn’t feel too heavy either.

Even with his size you can get Omega in some pretty decent poses.

His range of motion includes:

Up/down hinge at the head, left/right swivel at the neck

Swivel at the shoulder, up/down at the armpit

Bend at the elbow, and swivel at the elbow (no further articulation at the gun arm).

For the right arm we get a swivel at the base of the claw hand, each claw has three ratcheted hinges.

Waist swivel, and universal joints at the hips.

Thigh swivel, and a bend at the knee.

Finally Omega Supreme has an ankle pivot.

Over all for a toy of this size the articulation isn’t more or less than your average Siege figure, it’s just done to a larger scale, 

Omega’s claw hand is great! As mentioned above it has some great articulation, however I am a little concerned about translucent plastic of the claws. My understanding is that translucent plastic tends to be more brittle than opaque plastic, and is more prone to crack over time. We shall see.

I’m really digging Omega’s head sculpt. This is very accurate to the G1 cartoon series. Omega Supreme is basically wearing a space helmet with a clear yellow canopy, and a gun turret pony tail.

And the sculpted chest detail behind the clear yellow plating is so cool!

The yellow shoulder pecks can open up to reveal a series of missile pods. None of these are spring loaded missiles, they’re just part of the sculpt with red paint.

Another interesting thing about Omega is that his shin guards open up to reveal….well nothing too interesting, but it’s a little closet to carry a Micromaster around. But the sculpting on the inside of the door is pretty nice.

Final Thoughts:

When all is said and done I love Omega Supreme. He’s always been one of my favorite Transformers.

I would like a see just a little more paint detail, not a lot mind you, just a little more. I would have liked to see the computer consoles in the rocket painted, or maybe some pipes and wires, this figure was over $169.99 after all.

The hatch on the tank feels like a thinner plastic than the rest of the toy, and I’d be careful with the track scaffolding.

If you can keep all of that in mind, this titan class toy is titanic fun!

Recommended.

As much as I like the Combiner Wars Devastator figure there is a noticeable difference in quality between them. 

Devastator is functional, but when compared to Omega he’s lacking. 

I attempted to recreate the fanart battle by Transformers fan artist Dan Khanna. Don’t think I captured the moment too well, but I tried.

[miniconrightsactivist]

“What in the name of the Thirteen are you wearing?” Her sister’s scandalized voice wasn’t exactly the first thing Lingo had been hoping to hear when she stepped through the bridge into the Michigan wilderness. It was colder here than their base in the Redwoods, darker, with the dense copse of trees blocking out the meager light on the horizon and the moon overhead, leaving her with only a series of blue eyes and the vague outlines of frames via biolights. It was secluded; private, she hoped, and most importantly: away from Juke. Away where he couldn’t come ‘rescue’ her a second time, far enough it would take him days, if not weeks, to reach her by foot.

“Nice to see you too, Fireball...” she mumbled, all too aware of the filters turning her lights red in opposition to the rest of her gestalt. She hadn’t regretted them until now, given the medley of colors among the people of Sanctuary and her acquaintances on the server, and Juke; but being back solely among blue eyed Autobots…

The contrast was stark. And it didn’t… feel good. It was starting to feel like she’d painted a bulls eye on herself the way the tallest set of blue optics narrowed at her.

When Circuit had said he wanted to see her, she had been leery. She’d given him coordinates far away from their base, because where one component went the others were sure to follow. It wasn’t likely that he would just be getting there on his own without them asking questions, after all... 

“Is this what you’ve been doing this whole time?” Adjusting to the darkness, Lingo could see her sister planting her hands on her hips, looking her up and down like a chore to be done, estimating how much work would need to be put into it. “Hiding out on Earth, dressing like a Decepticon?”

“Sure is,” she quipped with no small amount of sarcasm. “It’s all I’ve been doing, not at all hunting for answers to what happened to Stratosphere – which was the Decepticons doing, as it turns out, if you’re curious – and not at all hunting for abandoned ships that crashed here – found like seven of them but there weren’t exactly survivors after being immersed in salt water for so many centuries and then the bots blew one of them up – and not at all attempting to do any sort of activism for or bring attention to frame-based bias-”

“So you’ve been sitting around here wasting time, doing nothing.” Fireball advanced a step, casually, but Lingo still stepped back to keep that distance between them. “You’ve just been hiding from responsibility-”

“I’m not hiding from responsibility! I’ve been taking responsibility, taking things that need doing into my own hands because no one else was doing it! You don’t think it’s weird that so many Cybertronian ships just happen to crash here? You don’t think it’s weird that Energon crystals just grow wild here?”

“I think it’s weird that my sister ran off to an off-limits organic planet to hide from her family.” Fireball gestured around herself at the other members of their small clan, the four others who sat or stood uneasy and silent while their biggest and their smallest members argued. “You left us high and dry with no explanation, no note, no nothing.”

“A note?” Lingo echoed in disbelief. “A note so you could call the Enforcers on me and have all the ship bays shut down while looking for an errant minicon, who would then be processed into the system, and without a host to return me to would be put in jail indefinitely for trespassing because I certainly couldn’t afford bail on my dispatcher salary-”

“That wouldn’t have happened, don’t be ridiculous.”

“But it does happen, Fireball!” Her hands went into the air and Lingo made a frustrated little circuit in the grass. “It happens all the time! I had plenty of time to look through the arrest records of the minicons in the jails while I was working dispatch and you know what most of them were there for? Fuck all.”

“Wh-” Fireball squinted, taken aback, and tilted her head. “What does fuck all mean?”

“It means nothing. It’s a human, specifically American and maybe also British and Australian, slang term meaning absolutely nothing. They were in prison for things like petty theft, loitering, looking suspicious, trespassing, minor things that didn’t need to have such ridiculously priced bails, all for being a minicon in the wrong place.”

“So you felt pity for a bunch of petty thieves and you decided to throw away your whole life,” Fireball’s arms flung wide to indicate the vague, all-encompassing life, “to run around on an organic planet dressed as one of those petty thieves.”

“Plenty of Autobots wear purple.”

“With red optics?”

“We’re getting off track here.” Fingers pressed between Lingo’s optics, trying to hold back the rising need to scream. She had to be patient. “I left to find answers and I found some of the answers I needed. Answers I never would have gotten if I’d stayed home.”

“Cool.” There was a beat before Fireball strode forward to grab Lingo by the arm. “Then we’re going home.”

“We are not.” She tried to keep her tone even, patient, as she dug her heels into the dirt and pried fingers off her bicep. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re being ridiculous. You left behind a good job in a good city-”

“I was working for the Decepticons posing as Autobots, putting people in jail for no reason!” Lingo winced at the way her voice crept up in register, the incredulity that came through. She cleared her vents. “Did you forget that the Autobot Council was filled with Decepticons posing as Autobots to get elected, brainwashing the masses via subliminal messaging?”

That did seem to give Fireball the briefest moment of pause but she ultimately shrugged it off. “And they’re gone now. They’ve been overthrown. And now you’re coming home.”

“But I’m not!” Lingo dodged the second grab for her, swatting away the hand in her personal space. “I still have things I’m doing here!”

“You’re not doing anything here except being a child!”

“You’re the one being a child! You think you can just bully everyone into agreeing with you! You think you can just stomp your foot and everyone will come running at heel!”

Fireball leaned into Lingo’s personal space, but her hands stayed at bay. “Everything I do I do to keep us together! Without Stratosphere you fell apart and went crazy!”

Lingo gritted her dentae, jabbing a finger at her sister’s chest. “I. Am not. Crazy. I was never crazy. I was right that something was wrong with the government and you didn’t believe me, I was right that they were dangerous for us and you didn’t believe me-”

“And that’s over now.” She leaned back away, straightening up to her full height. Fireball softened her face, and maybe Lingo was just too mad to appreciate the effort being put in, but it came across as a kind of faux sympathy for poor, stupid little sister that made her plating bristle up. “That’s over now,” she repeated, quieter, hands reaching out in offering. “Things are different. Home is different.”

Lingo backed away from the reaching hands and Fireball’s expression turned stern again. “What is it you want to hear?” The bigger minicon demanded, moving more quickly towards her as Lingo retreated, though she was constrained by the line of trees as to how far she could go. “You want to hear that you were right? Fine. You were right. Something was weird, and now it’s over. And now, we’re going home.”

With her back against the tree, Lingo clenched her fists and looked down. “You know… I’ve had time to think while I’ve been here. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking, and then trying to distract myself, and then thinking, over and over, for the last few years. And you know, I think I’ve come to realize something.”

Lingo sighed, lifting her head and staring up at Fireball. “I think… I don’t like you.”

Fireball seemed unfazed, unimpressed, so Lingo continued. “I might even hate you. The thought of having to come home and live under your thumb again was so fucking unbearable that I couldn’t even bring myself to call any of you. Without Stratosphere there to tell you to knock it off, you just went crazy with power, didn’t you? Nobody to pull you off of us when you got too overbearing, nobody to tell you to knock it off when your screaming wasn’t getting results, nobody to put you in time out when you hit one of us – you were just riding high on that little power trip of yours, weren’t you? Without a host there to keep you in line, you felt real damn big, as big as any of the Standards, throwing your weight around – I’d almost think you were glad Stratosphere was dead-”

Lingo knew that was the wrong thing to say as soon as the words left her mouth. She knew that was the wrong thing to say by the way her siblings gasped. And she especially knew that was the wrong thing to say when Fireball’s fist slammed into her and knocked her head back against the tree hard enough to rain down pine needles from the branches above.

Regret might have been more willing to swell in her stomach if it weren’t for the throbbing pain she was trying to cup in her face.

Lingo was distantly aware of Vertigo intervening, of him holding Fireball at bay when she reared back for another strike, but the pain between her optics held most of her focus. She had spent the last six years angry, and frightened. She’d been used as an accessory in a lovers’ quarrel, she’d been ignored and abandoned by those she considered allies, she’d been lied to and justified to in an effort to explain away Megatron’s choices, and more recently she’d been mauled by an alien cat during what was supposed to be a fun night out-

She had spent so long stewing in anger and frustration and terror of being used like a toy and here Fireball was demanding obedience from her like a pet with naught by the fear of violence to keep her in line…

Vertigo was unprepared for the ball of pent up, purple rage that threw herself into her larger sister.

Lingo’s fists were smaller, and Fireball’s armor denser, but nonetheless blue eyes widened in surprise just before said smaller hand slammed into the soft metal of her face in return for her earlier blow. Fireball grabbed her by the halo that surrounded her helm and yanked her to the side, neck protesting the rough treatment and fingers scraping for purchase on her face as she was pulled away with a cry of alarm.

The grip on her halo didn’t relent, slamming Lingo’s face against the ground to hold her prone, fingers squeezing tight enough to strain the lights that encircled it. Fireball’s other hand slammed down into her spinal strut, knocking the wind from her vents. Lingo could hear Vertigo trying to get between them, could hear Circuit pleading for them to stop fighting, but Fireball’s command to Stay Down was loudest, and the thing that so readily refilled her with anger.

She turned her head slightly to get the dirt out of her face, glaring up at Fireball sneering down at her. Red lights came to life, speakers glowing brightly as energy was funneled into them, and she took such pleasure in the alarmed realization on Fireball’s face before the sonic screech hit her and knocked her back enough to free Lingo from her prone position. Scrambling to her pedes, she shook off her brother’s hands trying to restrain her. Vertigo, similarly, unsuccessfully tried to restrain Fireball.

The pair clashed together, shrieking, scratching, biting. Lingo tore and scratched at the bigger bot, speakers shrieking an armor-rattling pitch, but all it really took was one lucky, solid connection of Fireball’s fist against her helm to send her sprawling. Fireball wasted no time grabbing her by the halo again, none too gentle, her other fist slamming down into her helm and headset to make the piercing noise stop.

But even when it stopped, her fist didn’t.

Her knee didn’t let up from the smaller bot’s spine, her grip didn’t loosen, and she paid no heed to the hands trying to defend herself, too hell-bent on putting her back in her proper place until the metal of her halo cracked and broke under her hand. That made her freeze finally, the sparking wires and fresh gush of blue energon that had started to drip down her neck and back. Fireball loosened her grip and stood, staring down at the smaller bot on the ground with her heaving vents and shaking arms prying herself out of the dirt. Her attention turned to her other siblings, the four bystanders that had kept trying to get between them, now looking on in various levels of distress and disbelief. Fireball reached a hand to … she wasn’t sure at that point. Help her up? Soothe her?

It didn’t matter either way. Lingo met her reaching hand with a stick pulled from subspace, and the stick crackled with electricity. Fireball jolted back away in alarm and no small amount of pain from the shock, leaving herself too open for her smaller sister’s rush in to jab her shock batons into her abdomen and leg. Fireball staggered back, dizzied by the shock, Vertigo’s arms finding and restraining her while Lingo heaved for cooling air through dented vents and between gritted dentae. She glared at Fireball silently but for her panting until her labored breath hitched and broke.

“This is what you do!” Lingo shrieked, speakers amplifying her voice despite the way it crackled and strained. “THIS is what you do! You think you can just hit me and make me respect you?! You think you can just beat me down until I behave?! Statosphere was always there to stop you before – you have no self control and you’re not interested in gaining any! You’re just- you’re just a bitch! And I hate you!” Her vents hiccuped, tears making little streams through the mud and energon smeared on her scuffed face, one cheek buckled inward beneath her optic.

Fireball surveyed the damage she’d done to the smaller bot, compared with the damage she’d received. Lingo was no fighter, her specialized frame small and delicate for communications, and the electricity had been the worst she’d managed… Fireball wouldn’t have much lasting damage from this fight, but it would take weeks for Lingo to recover. Physically, at least…Minicons were made of stern stuff, but Fireball was built to crash through walls and burning buildings. Lingo was made to learn languages and play music…  Fireball was made for lifting boulders to clear cave ins, Lingo was made to hear the voices of the buried victims to send them in the right direction... and she’d broken her. Possibly more than just physically... 

“I-” she started to … explain? Apologize? Fireball wasn’t sure where she was going, but Lingo cut her off with another enraged shriek. Just wordless, feral screaming for the sake of silencing her. So she grew quiet, letting Vertigo hold her at bay, letting Lingo catch her breath and wipe her face.

“Don’t ever come here again,” Lingo demanded, voice broken by whimpers. “I don’t ever want to see you again.”

“Lingo, we need you for Aegis-”

“Aegis is DEAD!” Five heads cringed at the volume of her shriek. “Aegis was supposed to be a shield for Stratosphere and they FAILED and now they’re BOTH DEAD! I will never, EVER, make Aegis with you again!” Her speakers died and Lingo’s screaming broke with a sob. “I won’t! You don’t deserve them! I’m not your component to command!”

Lingo flinched away from hands easing in to touch her injuries, whirling about and slapping away the offender harder than necessarily intended – Circuit looked shocked by the strike from his own twin, holding his cheek in confusion and alarm. The fact that they had onlookers seemed to finally register to Lingo for the first time, glancing around at her other siblings around them with wild, darting optics as she stepped back in retreat.

Circuit’s hands reached for her, pleading, “Wait-”

“I’m sorry.” Another step back, arms held close to her chest. Her original green nanites showed through the scrapes and gouges in her paint from their fight, and one of her optic filters had been knocked loose.

“Let me help you,” Circuit spoke softly, trying to close the distance between himself and his distressed twin. Her field roiled with emotions and flinched away from his own, tucking itself close to her chassis.

She turned and ran.

“Let me help you!” He would have given chase if Vertigo hadn’t grabbed him, unwilling to lose both of them in the thick trees. Circuit’s voice rose, desperate to be heard, pleading to their smallest member already vanished into the darkness, back to the borrowed bridge she’d come to meet them with. “Lingo! Please! Let me help!”

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New reveals

So, NYCC just happened a few days back, or a week, not to sure, but we got some new figure reveals for both Cyberverse and the sequel to the Seige line, Earthrise, all of which I think look really good honestly.

Cyberverse

No clear scale type

Bumblebee. Finally a really good looking version of this character that I am honestly probably going to pick up. He looks so good and so we'll articulated, and even transformes in an accurate way. What's more to say about this guy? He looks fantastic and I can't wait to get him. Yes.

Optimus Prime, similar with Bee, he looks really good, just not as good as Bee in my opinion. I am glad they're going in this new direction though, hope to see more characters later on. Pass.

Megatron, about the same as Prime but better imo. Love that tank mode. Maybe.

Shockwave, he has knees. Maybe.

Build-a-figure Maccadam, uh, huh. On the one hand, I'm glad we're getting a figure for him, I just want him to transform is all. But this guy looks really good, and articulation looks really good. He's supposed to work like the Marvel and DC BaF's where the pieces are all with separate figures so gotta buy them all to complete him. Maybe.

Earthrise

Battlemasters

Soundbarrier, he's a shield, a rather lame shield to be honest. Pass.

Micromaster

Daddy-O, uh, flames. Pass.

Trip-Up, uh, green on white. Pass.

Bombshock, green tank. Reminds me of a Minicons from Armada. Pass.

Growl, orange attack Jeep. Pass.

Deluxe

Hoist, he looks exactly like his G1 toy and I'm not sure I like that. Glad to see he's getting a new toy though. Pass.

Cliffjumper, wow he looks good, comes with nice accessories too. Maybe.

Wheeljack, looks good, not sure if I'd replace my Generations WJ with this. Maybe.

Ironworks, he's so weird I love him. A base transformer is usually Titan sized so having this be specifically for the Micromasters is nice. And he's configurable, so that's just as nice. Yes.

Voyager

Starscream, and we've gone back to the Generations figure just slightly bigger probably. He looks good though. Pass.

Grapple, wow he looks good. Surprised we're even getting him, but glad nonetheless. Maybe.

Leader

Optimus Prime, finally, a good looking G1 Prime with trailer to boot that isn't a MP. He looks good, comes with a small Matrix, and just looks fun to play with. He might be enough to replace my MP-10 even. Yes.

(Edit) Titan

Scorponok, or the head unit at least, arms look a bit finicky due to the panels but looks promising so far, given how it's about a large deluxe such as Seige Ironhide is. Wish we could see the rest of the body/base but imagining what this will look like in full just makes me more hyped for him for next year.