#scraplet protoform

[realitysperception]

Oh oops- *hand slips for an hour*

[transingthoseformers]

Oh this is fun

Now, iicr i 100% got an ask a bit back involving baby snatching and was instantly reminded of that, and this is a cool integration of the lore surrounding blacksmiths.

But also whoooo boy did I expect the religion aspect. I can see why they'd rail against the creation of carried newlings, they'd lose their precious control over Cybertron's reproduction. The part about "Primus's Vision" makes me wonder what path exactly that refers to, because it seems like some mecha have a very specific image of how their world should be like in regards to this.

Also W roddie

[firebunnylover]

In transformers,

What are sparklings? Are they like robot babies?

YES!

They are a mostly fan concept however. Hasbro has been cowards and unfortunately haven't realized how good an idea it is.

Mostly cuz that opens the floodgates of robot pregnancy I assume.

With that said, IDW comics does touch on the concept as far as I understand, regarding protoforms where they start out like lil marshmallows, then grow into their basic robot forms.

I think that protoform is a scraplet, but I'm not terribly familiar with IDW continuity so take that with a grain of salt.

In TFA, Sari can technically count as one.

Prof. Sumdac found her as a lil protoform that somehow ended up in his lab and after touching her, she somehow absorbed his DNA and became humanlike.

We probably would have GOTTEN MORE INFO IN SEASON 4 ABOUT HER ORIGINS BUT WE DIDN'T GET SEASON 4!!

Personally, I love the idea that they start off as lil squishy marshmallow blobs, developing arms n legs later on as they develop, along with more rigid structures.

And I think sparklings could be one of the reasons why Cybertronian altforms' tend to have this conveniently open space in them that you can access. They can get carried around like how marsupial do

Also we can't forget the biggest contribution to Sparkling Ideas, the KOBD child - Wildbreak.

He had so many similar traits to the gay cat husbands that fans just took the idea he was their kid and RAN.

(old drawing of mine of KOBD family feat. sparklings Wildbreak and Override)

I don't draw KOBD family as much as I should, I apologize for that.

[in1-nutshell]

So sorry about the requests getting deleted but I hope this reaches you well!!

Mtmte/LL

Whirl + (Gender neutral) Cybertronian reader

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So this is based off the Christmas special of when whirl found a colony of scraplets that took the shape of a protoform.

Whirl and reader have been conjux endura for a long time now(don’t ask how no one knows), always there for one another cause god knows whirl needs it. And after the events of them finding the colony of scraplets they obviously decide to secretly raise it without anyone knowing!

They both raise the scraplets that they now both consider their very own sparkling. And it even takes the physical features not just from whirl but from the reader too, making the attachment to her even greater<33 and just all in all the miscellaneous first time parenting moments of whirl and his conjux leading up to all the way to the scene with getaway in the end.

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Reading the special really makes whirl look like such a mom it’s adorable and I love him🥰

Take care of yourself and hope you have a great day!!

That Christmas comic has to be one of my favorites to read.

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy being Conjunx with Whirl and taking care of scraplets

SFW, Platonic, Romance, Familial, Mention of injuries, Cybertronian reader

MTMTE

Buddy had stayed by Whirl’s side longer than most bots would have.

Many bots questioned many things about their relationship, but Whirl liked to keep them on edge and never told them the truth.

Buddy was probably one of the loyal and most stubborn bots anyone would have ever met.

Some of the things that Whirl had fallen for.

At Swerve’s… Whirl: “Move it Eyebrows! Buddy gotta sit! Whirl tries to push Rung out of the way but gets stopped by Buddy who has an unamused face. Buddy: “Whirl, we’ve talked about this.” Whirl: “But you need to sit, you said it yourself!” Buddy: “I said my pedes ached a bit—” Whirl suddenly picks Buddy up like a sack. Buddy laughing a bit: “Whirl! Put me down!” Whirl: “I’ll put you down, don’t get your bolts twisted.” Buddy huffs and smiles at Rung. Rung just smiles and waves. CLANK! Buddy: “Whirl!” Whirl: “What?” Buddy: “Why?!” Whirl: “How do you NOT expect me to touch that shiny metal—” Buddy covering their face with their servos: “That’s enough Whirl!” Whirl: “Bet you hate me!” Buddy in a  muffled voice: “Love you too.” Somewhere on the Lost Light… Magnus suddenly straightens his back struts even more. Rodimus putting away his data pad doodle: “Mags?” Magnus: “First, don’t call me that. Second, someone just broke a rule…”

The night the ship was to go into mauler space, Whirl had promised Buddy he was just going to get a quick drink with Nautica and Swerve before going into the B.E.D.

But when they woke up from their sleep, they were greeted with a frantic Swerve spouting about Whirl and scraplets.

They were running to the medbay before Swerve could finish any of his rambling.

They tackled Whirl onto the med slab and hit him upside down the helm when they heard what he did with the scraplets.

But they defiantly saw why their Conjunx did what he did.

They peaked at the container and saw a little sparkling with some of Whirl and their features.

Then Velocity mentioned about disposing them later that night.

Whirl and Buddy heading back to their habsuite. Whirl: “There goes another bot I care for gone.” Buddy: “Whirl you’re still on the pain killer’s.” Whirl: “Yeah… maybe it’s the meds… but don’t you ever—nevermind.” Buddy: “What?” Whirl: “Its something dumb…” Buddy putting Whirl on the berth and carefully cupping his helm. Buddy softly: “What?” Whirl: “… Do you ever want to start a family? I know its nuts to think me as a father figure or something but—” Buddy: “Its okay to think that Whirl… I need to go outside for a minute. I’ll be right back.” Later… Buddy carefully opens and closes the door holding something. Whirl sitting up. Whirl: “Finally! Thought you’d ru—what is that?” Buddy sheepishly smiles and holds up the container of scraplets. Buddy: “Meet Junior.”

It took some time for the pair to finally properly train Junior, but by Primus it was worth it.

It surprises the pair to no end that NO ONE had figured out they were harboring the scraplets.

Buddy and Whirl made sure to keep an optic out for any loose ends that could lead to Junior.

Junior soon started showing signs of Whirl and Buddy’s physical features.

When part of the crew went down to necro world, Buddy insisted on staying behind

Something wasn’t right and they wanted to be there for Junior in case something happened.

Whirl reluctantly agreed.

Buddy was slightly terrified when Getaway started talking on the intercom about mutiny.

They marched straight to Getaway while he was transmitting the call with blasters in their servos.

On Necroworld the bots suddenly heard shots being fired and buddy with fury in their optics tackling Getaway

Whirl, while low key worried for Buddy, was cheering them on to take him

The crew could see the struggle and fight going in Buddy’s favor.

That was until an arrow suddenly appeared in Buddy’s mid-section.

Whirl screamed as they went down revealing Atomizer behind them.

Getaway quickly ordered Atomizer to take the back halls and throw them in their habsuite.

Rodimus was borderline smoking at one of his crewmates dying trying to get the rat.

Whirl being furious was an understatement.

He promised himself that he was going to make sure that Getaway suffered once he got his claws on him.

Back on the Lost Light…

Atomizer had carelessly tossed Buddy’s frame in the room and locked the door behind him.

Junior was startled at the sight of their parent not moving.

They became increasingly worried the longer they didn’t move and the small energon puddle forming.

They had plenty of metal to eat before having to resort to…

Junior carefully dragged Buddy to a side in the room that was clean.

She carefully ate away the arrow and slapped one of the temporary sticky patches on the wound.

Time skip to Getaway finally offline…

Junior was quite insistent in getting Whirl to the room as fast as possible.

Whirl’s pedes nearly gave out from underneath him when he saw the still frame.

Whirl stumbling over his pedes to reach Buddy. He shakingly reaches for them, nudging them a bit. They don’t move. Whirl shut his optic and let Ratchet drag him away from them while First Aid went to check on the frame. First Aid’s helm suddenly went up. First Aid: “Ratchet! Ratchet!” Ratchet quickly gets to First Aid’ side. Ratchet: “By Primus, Whirl! Your beautiful, stubborn Conjunx is still online! Barely but there’s a spark beat!” Whirl immediately got to his pedes with Junior and went outside: “OUT OF THE WAY! MEDICS INCOMING! MOVE IT OR I WILL SIC JUNIOR ON YOU!”

It took many weeks of recovery and physical therapy before Buddy was once again back on their pedes chasing after their Conjunx.

Well, now chasing their Conjunx and newly adopted sparkling.

Minimus had even officially sealed the adoption pads as a gift to the new parents.

Whirl was so happy he didn’t commit a felony for 2 weeks.

[sweet7simple]

Breastfeeding, but make it Cybertronian

I saw a post about how there are strip clubs on Cybertron because the Beast Wars TV show said so. The link to that post is below:

What had my attention was that one of the mechs says that they walk around without their chest plates, "if you know what I mean," which implies that walking around without chest plates might make you half-nude/indecent.

So I thought, is the spark chamber for Cybertronians (the thing protected by chest plates) like breasts for humans? You can let them out in certain cultures, but that's public indecency in a lot of places?

Then I thought about a carrier/foundry trying to breastfeed in a public park, their chest plates split open and a protoform pressed against their spark chamber. But they don't have breasts and protoforms don't need milk, so what's going on?

Then I thought about the incredible source of energy a spark is and how much energy a protoform needs to accomplish their final form.

So I am thinking that protoforms spark-feed by having their whole birth metal pressed against their creator's spark chamber, slurping up that good energy the same way we charge some of our devices: Induction charging. Just by pressing our device against some sort of charging surface.

(image credit: https://www.infineon.com/cms/en/discoveries/wireless-inductive-charging/)

The idea of full-grown Cybertronians spark-feeding their egg-shaped protoforms hit me so hard in my depraved brain that I sat down and made this post at work.

(Panel from Transformers: The Holiday Special)

Specifically, this egg-shaped protoform (yes, I know it's a group of scraplets pretending to be a protoform, but it fooled Swerve, so it has to be an accurate representation - let me have this).

[agentsquirrelsgotrobots]

I feel like the Maltos could be fae in an monster au, not the high court kind, but the kind that trade gold for access to paths to everywhere and steal deadnames for fun.

Like, if a kid whose parents don't deserve the privilege of raising them showed up at their door, the kids theirs by default. Changelings laws, ya know? Doesn't matter that they haven't seen this kid before in their long lives.

They have a sign out on the porch saying that trespassers will be fed to the kelpies and hell boars they keep on property. Fluffy Ears is the only "normal" animal on the farm, and he's a product of a trade from a local farmer boy who wanted money to go to college in exchange for the cow and working through his summers in high school.

Dot is the protector, moving her family to the safety of the farm after nearly being found out back in their old neighborhood.

Alex is the homemaker, content in keeping the house, maintaining the all the spells and markings that keep the farm safe and raising the livestock within it. His children are his greatest treasures, and make no mistake, he may prefer to defer to his wife, but he still has fight left in him.

Mo and Robbie are strange, as all fae children are. They love their new siblings, having found them as protoforms and lured them back to the farm in order to beg their parents to make them part of the farm's domain.

The Maltos' use magic to disguise their robotic siblings, compressing them into human forms for short periods of time.

Anyway, the Maltobots: even for alien robots from outer space, they are plain weird.

First of all, that seem to have little micro transformations that reveal extra eyes and limbs whenever they think the more "normal" bots and humans aren't looking.

Nightshade sprouts extra eyes, dozens of them, their owl mode glows with the extra pupils. Their attempts at a human disguise is best left forgotten, and they usually take the form of a pet parrot when on outings.

Twitch is banned from all forms of divination, as every palm and tarot reading she's done has come true, usually not in the way you'd expect. She also has the habit of randomly spouting off prophecies, though most of them are harmless and having to do with future visitors, local weather, and the occasional winning lottery number. Her bot mode is mostly normal, though she is able to eat both fae and human food on occasion. Her human disguise resembles a child version of Dot's.

Thrash is invulnerable, having the uncanny ability to survive every crash landing, head on collision, and slap fight he gets into. He isn't aware of this, however, being both a bit of a coward and the bravest bot in the room at any given time. His goggles hide a pair of tiny scraplet mouths in his forehead. He is Twitch's identical twin in his human disguise.

Hashtag's ability to hide in plain sight among humans is uncanny. Her human disguise is undetectable and has set off more than one perimeter spell on accident. Even the adult Maltos' human disguises aren't as well done as hers, and they've had centuries to perfect them. She's also incredibly proficient in human technology, welding it to her advantage whenever her family's disguises are questioned.

Jawbreaker's alt mode is chaos, with an extra head, four extra arms, three tails, and two feet on each leg, his dino mode is spikey, orange, and he is often seen butting into trees and sharpening his claws on rocks. He's just as sweet as ever, even if he's carrying two conversations at once.

[robot-rarepairs-dotcom]

Your RatchKing hcs are so cute! Feed me more pls :>

:3

Ratchet is scared of scraplets still but Predaking doesn’t see the danger. He eats them and Ratchet is grossed out

Predaking files his claws down once to to and make himself less of a threat to autobots when he first joined them. He really hurt himself that way and Ratchet got worried. That’s when Predaking knew he was in love

Ratchet has very soft protoform under the armour. Predaking likes to squish it

Predaking does the big cat stretch and Ratchet sometimes will absently say « big stretch » when he notices

Predaking will cover Ratchet with his wings either to shield, hide or warm him like a blanket

Predaking likes gold and human jewels and jewelry. If Ratchet finds something interesting he’ll give it to Predaking

Predaking will lick Ratchet to clean him and Predacon saliva actually smells very very good and cleans very well. It’s also very warm so it’s like a warm wipe

[crying-fantasies]

Fast development

Masterlist

In most of the transformers comics, series, etc. it is show how fast a protoform or sparkling can get to the adulthood (but they are still called kids by the majority) for cybertronians it's the normal, like yeah, the little one just got out of the hot spot, just give it a few days, two to five in the best case scenario or a week in the worst to have a fully cooked cybertronian.

Even in the Christmas special we see how the scraplets trying to imitate a protoform maturation process, starting with a little body (for them at least) that starts to develop the face first with eyes (as in two or more deep lifeless empty holes), mouth (another void of darkness) and then little limbs, in that moment the protoform is totally dependant of others.

Imagine the whiplash it could give to a human parent that expected a cute little bot, it doesn't even last long.

(SPOILER AHEAD)

After the end of Unicron and the new future we can see sparklings playing with human kids, as in meaning not only cybertronians fostered their own kind but also humans and vice versa, having humans also raising protoforms.

Of course, with all the problems and the xenophobia (in all the directions) around, it would be a huge disaster in the first days if somebot tried to foster an orphan, it would be difficult in many ways to have a custody given by the human government, and don't even get me started in how overprotective Trypticon would be with his protoforms (as in forged from him), he would even go as far as demand constant visits just to be sure they are well cared and loved, we see how much he cares for them in the comic.

So, I like to imagine that some of the Terraformer sparklings came from Trypticon, as in Mariah, Mayhem and Codexia, and also the totally cybertronians that were later on adopted by a cybertronian-human couple like Amber Dust and Sideswipe II.

It was easy to have Mariah, in Jazz on words, I would like to think Trypticon didn't say much when the autobot asked about it and he was grateful for one of the new sparks to have loving family, maybe curious about the whole thing and a little worried, how can such a tiny protoform even exist, that was his main worry when Jazz conjunx endurae got the little spark out, the same with Codexia, like, hands down, even when the mech asking for a child is Optimus Prime and all the shit that comes with the name he knows Codexia was going to be loved since the first moment when Optimus took the femmling on his servos.

With Mayhem it was tricky, he tried to see if Soundwave was really going to be a good sire, given all the errors on his past, but he let him do it anyway since he has his own mistakes painted with energon and blood.

The unsaid threatening promise of vengeance on his part is obvious if anything were to happen to any of the protoforms forged from his own metal.

This can go different ways:

When Mariah was little she wasn't such a menace, she was quite the adorable little kid in the neighborhood, but once she understood how her little servo and existence hold the power of Trypticon's own presence she became such a little slag-

For Codexia it was different, she took the power on herself and was responsible about it, such a good kid.

Mayhem doesn't care, really, still goes to visit once a year.

Sideswipe II is a funny point, here was forged when everyone believed Sideswipe was going to kick it, and Arcee called him like her friend in loving memory and everyone accepted it, some still laugh when remembering the encounter between the two.

"I can't believe you named him after me"

"I almost lost hope, ok?"

What's the most funny point of this? When Sideswipe II looked at you he started to follow you around, big and round optics searching for you at every chance and even going as far as letting you touch him and give soft touches on his face.

"Sideswipe, little you is trailing behind me"

"He ain't me" he wasn't angry, not really, and it was even funny and cute to have such a young sparkling going behind you, making you look even smaller than you already were.

"His name is Sideswipe"

"We're going to give him another, it'll be troublesome if they call us-"

"Sideswipe!" It wasn't you, and obviously it wasn't Sides, both looked at the protoform, there was no mouth formed yet, but maybe the voice box was already developed, it was kind of young in his words, looking at you both before shouting "Sideswipe!", over and over, pointing at himself with a digit.

"No, mech, stop, you aren't-"

"Sideswipe!"

"I guess he learned his name"

"It ain't his-"

"Sideswipe!"

And so he was "Sideswipe II", or "Junior" by the older one, "son" when you two finally sealed the deal.

For Amber Dust it was a little more difficult, Jazz and you already had Pauline, but he couldn't live with himself leaving such a tiny protoform on his own, he found him when he got back to Cybertron and the liking and bond was immediate.

Jazz said he was on the smaller side, the runt of the whole batch, even less than your size when his limbs developed to the point of believe he was a mini, apparently fully cybertronian protoforms tend to be big pretty soon and follow others around, such curious little beans, he would follow Jazz around but also go with you, taking his servo on your hand and grabbing Pauline's too when going out, getting his helm on your lap for some cuddling before Pauline also joined.

You expected him to grow up like Pauline since Jazz said it was fast, you weren't ready for how fast it really took for him to be on his own (the empty nest syndrome was real).

Since they emerge protoforms tend to be given nicknames, Jazz called him lil' sounders because he liked to mimic words with his new vocalizer, you called him baby because he was your baby boy, Pauline, in the middle of her teenager years, called him Amber because his optics were yellow.

The name of Amber stuck, and while he got out of the house quickly, way too quickly to your own taste, he came back from time to time to say hi.

Amber Dust still calls you carrier and is still your baby boy.

Still, being young doesn't mean they forget like humans do, most cybertronians, if not everyone, can remember everything since they come online (in case of the constructed cold) or when they get out of the hot spot (natural delivery (?)), their databanks preserve every aspect of their lifes and so many cybertronian new spark remember their creators or mentors quite well.

But it can backfire, like in the case of trauma, just like Amber Dust.

[paradimeart]

do the cons place number 1 in the" horrible protoform handling" contest

the only protoforms theyve ever really handled have been the matured ones stolen from the dojo so if they were to somehow come across a vector sigma-born proto-orb (and they knew it was a protoform and not some fucked up minicon or scraplet) they would probably at best ignore it and at worst kind of. push it away with their foot. which protoforms love being manhandled and juggled and shit so actually by being gentle with them youre making them so sad. cant you just toss the baby around a little

[ghostlyvisage]

He leaned against the cool wall, staring up at the glittering sky. Golden optics dim as he stared, something clawing at his hollow spark. As a neutral, he wouldn't be bothered, he would be willingly given work and a place-

But he didn't want that. Selfishly, oh so terribly, selfishly, he wanted one thing.

He wanted revenge. It tore and ate at his lines and spark, knawing at him like an instant scraplet that refused to let go. He was low on fuel he could have, knowing the mechs were clustering together. Devil's and demons that made Unicron laugh in the back of his helm. They weren't his, he didn't claim them.

But he took so much joy in watching through Ghostspire’s optics. Joy in watching the trickling poison, the twisting and turning of invisible strings and darkness, promises tainted, though not even the ones making them knew.

…and now he was wondering.

Wondering why he was clinging to control when the beast wanted out. It craved to be unleashed, to tear and shred without cause or reason. To feast on frames and devour…

So why did he keep control? His kin was either long dead or safe, far away, and no one he knew or cared for was close…

Shakily, shakily he stood, staring up at the glittering sky, so many things bubbling in his chassis. Ebbing and flowing, pushing and pulling like a tide threatening to drown him.

So why didn't he let it drown him? Why didn't he… let go.

Servos reached up and took off his visor and mask, letting them fall to the floor. Helm tilting back, taking a deep vent in, and out-

Vibrant, violet optics snapped open, and Ghostspire let go.

Frame spasmed as he screamed, arms snapping and cracking as they elongated, claws stretching and hardening. Energon splattered against the wall as his maw tore itself open, down his neck, sharp denta tearing itself out of soft protomesh and fragile wires.

Frame twisted and cracked as it forced itself into a new shape, energon dripping and splattering as he screamed.

Back legs snapped and stretched, bending forward and back, claws forcing themselves out. Back arching as plating tore and snapped, cracking under pressure as something twisted under his protoform.

Tendrils slowly snapped and tore out of his back, shredding and warping tender joints and wires. Razor sharp blades along each seam, shredding everything in their path. Energon splattered the walls in a kaleidoscope of colors, six tendrils twisting and writhing in the air.

Two stabbed into the wall as the screaming stopped, vents ragged and heavy. The sparkeater glared at everything with violet optics, growling low in his chassis.

Helm tilting back and letting out a screech, something Erie and loud. Echoing across walls and buildings, something tetering between natural and not.

And blissfully, Ghostspire drowned against the dragging tied, letting go of everything.

And letting the Sparkeater run free.

[fluideli123]

Considering I'm a big Starscream lover due to analysis videos and specific fanfics (*Stares directly at Emporer Kumpkuat and megadoomingir*/pos) it comes as no surprise that I have thought of my own Starscream fics. Though, most are ideas instead of fleshed-out concepts and plot planning. So, I'm making a post to talk about all three of them, and yes, there are THREE.

The first is, of course, based on megadoomingir's fanfic Stop Me. (A true art piece, I have never in my life dedicated my entire fucking life to a fic for an entire fucking WEEK due to being unable to STOP READING and TALKING ABOUT IT and JUST- GRRRRRR.) While I do not wish to use any direct concept, the idea of Starscream's Outlier Power and World Bunner status keeps me up at night. I cannot for the life of me stop imagining how it must have presented itself before.

What other concepts of power could he unlock during death or at another time in the show? After his first universe jump, does he just continue to hop universes after each death and doesn't allow himself to get close to anyone? Does he change other universes? And if his powers differ depending on the concepts, how does this change the story, Starscream, and so much more about him and what others know about him?

Considering the idea of using different Starscream characteristics, SO much could be used and unlocked. Such as Starscream and Jetfire, Shattered Glass comic, IDW, G1, and other happenings all smooshed together. NOT TO MENTION A POSSIBLE EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE KIND OF CONCEPT??? HELLO????? I HAVE ONLY FOUND SOME STARSCREAM-CENTRIC FICS!!! I NEED MORE!!!

I have, however, tried to dive into this idea a little and wrote this:

"I'm sorry, but that was not my fault."

"Nothing is ever your fault!" The femme grit out from her denta, servos clenching at her sides as her small form began to tremble in rage. Her tone darkens, optics piercing brightly into the former Decepticon’s as his expression morphs from unfazed to brittle agitation. "And you're rarely ever sorry."

The words bite harshly into the air between them as acid would in a scraplet wound. 

Starscream narrows his optics, wings twitching sharply behind him, a sneer forms, the blue two-wheeler’s words resting heavy on his shoulder plating and digging into his protoform, his tanks churning uncomfortably. It takes more effort than Starscream would like to admit to keep his knees from shaking as he swallows down a growl. 

No one is oblivious to the sudden tension between the strangely-painted seeker and Arcee. There was so much here, so many unsaid words and unanswered questions. 

“I don’t have time for this,” Starscream hisses, swiftly turning away. “I do not have time for this–”

“Don’t turn away from me!” 

The seeker whips around, yanking his arm away from her sudden reach, wings shooting up above his head, “I am not the same Starscream who killed Cliffjumper! Do not place your grief on me!” The words bounce across the wide valley, echoing into the chilled morning air. 

Arcee’s expression flickers between unreadable emotions as Starscream takes a stabilizing intake. “I have already gone through this. Not only am I the wrong Starscream for this conversation, but we don’t have time to argue over his murder. We have to stop the Vehiacons before they reach your Megatron. If he gets his hands on this device, slag will get much worse.” Starscream meets her optics, “I cannot help you.” He huffs before marching forward toward the direction the Vehicons went. “Now let’s get going.” 

The second Starscream fic idea is an Optimus and Starscream-centered fic across multiple lives/near-death experiences. I love the familial and platonic dynamic of Starscream and Optimus, and their relationship in general, in all honesty. So, why not mix together a reincarnation AU and dive spark-first into the idea of Optimus' finding Starscream throughout their many lives because he is devoted to being the seeker's friend, for he has been used and hurt so many times. Optimus cannot STAND to let that stand by.

He cares for Starscream deeply and understands him, and after Redeem the Stars, Stop Me (megadoomingir), and Unburied (Elindae), I cannot even THINK of them not having the dynamics shown through all three stories; they are truly so well made and heartwarming as well as heart-wrenching. So, adding more to that kind of world has become my favorite daydreaming pass time.

And lastly, as on-brand as this will be for those who know my writing.

[spymeister]

Bit of Headcanon here:

Polyhexian bitlets (i.e: unformed protoforms with sentience not unlike a human toddler)- deliberately have evolved to resemble scraplets while young as a form of protection. They are quite capable of mimicking the predator by eating all forms of metal, and quite easily through energon lines.

It also means, unfortunately, that creches are sometimes killed and exterminated by other city-states due to being labeled AS scraplets. It's culminated in some of the Polyhexian clades coming forward make sure it doesn't happen again- but not all city-states are accomodating.

Some continue to exterminate them on the basis of keeping "the trash out of their city."

[transingthoseformers]

Deadlock where did you get these children

Like, Deadlock where did you find these two.

[tfunity]

What goes bump in the night on far-off worlds?

All sorts of things, many familiar in concept.

Sparkeaters, vampires of the soul and sometimes blood. Scrapers and Scraplets, who eat body and bone and leave nothing but a smear of blood. Wasters, those who do nothing but wander in search of places to ruin.

And then there's Changlings, to use an earth term. Cybertronians call them all sorts of things, from Melters to Adaptans to Pretenders, but it's all based on the same beast. A liquid metal protoform being, capable of changing into anyone and, sometimes, anything.

They're rare. But they were a popular monster during Functionistic times, used as an example of those who transformed too often or transformed outside of their use.

Adaptus is no longer considered to be the first of them. They were deemed to be better off as monsters; why, after all, would Primus curse one of his Holy Ones with a shape that does not Belong to him?

But he is. There are few, even amongst the tiny percentage of changelings left, so skilled at becoming someone else. Jazz is a good second, but he's still nothing in comparison.

You can tell if Jazz is someone else, given enough time. With Adaptus, you'll only figure it out long, long after the fact.

[raventherogue]

I get the whole "Megatron is made of metal lol" thing but it's implied in some continuities that whatever Cybertronians are made of isn't normal metal. They can appear like cars and tanks and whatnot but routinely survive impacts and laser blasts that would absolutely crumple and destroy steel or aluminum. In TFP Bulkhead describes themselves as "living metal" in the scraplets episode. In Age of Extinction the whole premise is that the seeds cyberform organic matter and that is then harvested for the purpose of manufacturing new Cybertronians. In TFP it's also implied that Cybertronians need to heal and can regenerate; Ratchet gets his arm "broken" in episode 3 or 4 and Optimus helps put a cast or splint of sorts on him, Optimus catches a plague virus in one episode, and Bulkhead has a whole arc in season 2 where he needs to go through physical therapy after a near fatal injury. Finally, there's the nebulous nature of protoforms.

Magneto has ambiguous limits on his powers. Vibranium or Adamantine (I forget which) is considered an anti metal (whatever the fuck that means) in the comics and he can't manipulate one of the other (again I forget which). In fact they're considered "opposites" of each other and that's how Ultron is defeated in one instance. Also he can't manipulate Thor's hammer because it's made of moon rocks or something.

Depending on universe rules there's an argument to be made that Magneto can't simply trivialize the fight by crumpling Megatron or whatever. That said he's still a force to be reckoned with, given there are materials around him that he can manipulate. Sadly, the one comic run where Transformers and Marvel did crossover, Magneto was not featured (though Logan was).

Ok but serious question

[rocksinmuffin]

can i get some wholesome whirl being a great dad?

“You know, you never really struck me as the type to like kids.”

“What are you talking about?” Whirl’s optic narrows at you briefly before his attention switches back to the fussy child in his arms. He shifts them around, adjusting his hold until their helm is resting against Whirl’s frame where you know the pulse of his spark thrums its strongest. The child settles, content, and you watch as the backs of Whirl’s claw-like fingertips gently brush against their helm before his narrowed optic finally turns back to you. “I hate sparklings.”

“Obviously,” you snort, voice thick with sarcasm.

“I mean, really. Imagine me of all mechs, some sparkling’s sire.” The sparkling begins to stir again as Whirl’s voice grows louder and you watch with fond amusement as he rocks the child in his arms before immediately lowering his volume to something barely above a whisper. “Me. Ridiculous.”

“Completely inconceivable,” you agree with a smile as you catch Whirl staring down at the child with such open affection that even your human eyes can read the expression on his non-face as clear as day.