#the wastelands but its cybERTRON

[wifeguycyclonus]

legit tho, I’ve been thinking hard about what redeeming Megatron would look like and what parts of him actually need to change to count as redeemed, especially in series where the war starts because of class oppression and abuse and his initial reaction is correct

[bird-in-the-space]

The Earth Born Prime

In this AU, you are the one who becomes a prime.

Warnings: mentions of the war, a dying planet, human turned into cybertronian, on the run, survival, finding the matrix, blacking out, and things in the future that might mean trouble.

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I had an idea where in this AU, you, the reader, become a prime. 

Let's just say that during the war, the Matrix of Leadership vanishes from Cybertron and finds its way to Earth. 

I couldn’t really decide on which reason it happened. 

Maybe it was during a time when Optimus wasn’t chosen as the Prime yet, so it became a race between the Autobots and Decepticons to find the Matrix of Leadership. But once they found it, the Matrix rejected them both and shot itself into space. 

Or maybe it was during one of Megatron’s plots that required the Matrix's power to stop it. Optimus used its power, which then caused it to launch itself into space after foiling Megatron's plan.

With the Matrix gone, Cybertron began to die. 

All the natural Energon sources dry up, resulting in a severe Energon shortage. Cybertron’s flora and fauna became corrupted and increasingly feral, possibly due to Megatron’s previous use of dark energon.

Overall, Cybertron turned into a lifeless wasteland. 

The war became more about survival, as both sides desperately searched for the Matrix to revitalize their planet. But there was no sign of it. It had simply gone somewhere that neither side could find. Unbeknownst to them, the Matrix had found its way to a distant planet called Earth.

Then comes you, a once-human who turned into a transformer through a strange incident. 

Your life changed drastically after that incident, as you were forced to hide from other humans. You had no doubts that if your military were to find you, they would dissect and experiment on you.

You had to leave your family and old life behind, traveling from place to place.

Luckily, you found some friends who accepted you and helped you survive, avoiding government sight and locating these blue crystals you needed to sustain your robotic body. 

During one of your blue crystal hunts, you came to a cave. All seemed well until the cave's flooring gave out and you fell into a dark cavern.

Inside the cavern, you found a strange object that began to glow as you approached. Then, suddenly, it attached itself to your chest, transforming your body and flooding your mind with knowledge and visions—visions of a strange alien planet and robotic beings known as the Primes.

You blacked out from the intensity of the transformation and the rush of knowledge.

Far away, the spark within Cybertron’s core ignited—weakly, but alive. 

It was a sign to all Cybertronians that the Matrix had been found, and a new Prime had been born. 

When it became known that the new Prime was located on this distant planet, it sparked a race between the Autobots and the Decepticons. 

One side wanted to find and protect the newborn Prime. The other had far more sinister plans.

[techhiz]

Hi! uh can I request for tfp bumblebee with femme s/o where he finally confesses to her and their first kiss. ( this takes place after cybertron was restored )

Words from the Spark

The restored Cybertron was a sight to behold, its once-barren wastelands now teeming with signs of new life. Towers stood proudly against the horizon, their spires reflecting the soft, golden light of the planet’s newly stable core. Among the revitalized beauty, Bumblebee stood in quiet contemplation near the edge of Iacon City.

He glanced upward, where Cybertron's twin moons hung in the darkened sky, their light casting a silvery glow on his yellow and black plating. For the first time in what felt like eons, there was peace. Yet, despite the serenity, Bumblebee's spark was anything but calm.

A familiar set of footsteps approached, soft and deliberate, and Bumblebee turned to see you. Your optics glimmered like the stars above, and your frame moved with a grace that never failed to captivate him.

"Bee," you greeted, your voice warm and gentle, "What are you doing out here?"

He smiled softly. "Just… thinking," he replied, his voice still unfamiliar to both of you since he’d regained it.

You stepped closer, the soft hum of your spark joining the quiet night. "Thinking about what?"

He hesitated. For cycles, Bumblebee had buried the words he wanted to say, convinced that the war and the chaos of survival left no room for such things. But now, with Cybertron restored and a semblance of normalcy returning, the walls he'd built around his spark had started to crumble.

"You," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your optics widened slightly, and your cooling fans kicked in softly at his admission. "Me?"

He nodded, his gaze dropping to the ground as he tried to gather his thoughts. "I… there’s something I’ve wanted to say for a long time. Ever since we fought side by side, through Earth, Cybertron, all of it… I wanted to tell you, but I thought… maybe it wasn’t the right time. Or that I didn’t deserve to."

Your expression softened, and you stepped closer, your servo reaching out to gently touch his. "Bee…"

He looked up, his blue optics meeting yours, and for the first time in a long time, he let his spark speak.

"I care about you more than anything. You’ve been my light in the darkest times, the reason I kept fighting even when it felt hopeless. I thought… I thought maybe I’d lost my chance to tell you during the war. But now, with Cybertron restored, with everything finally at peace… I couldn’t keep it to myself anymore."

Your spark pulsed, the sincerity in his voice resonating deeply within you.

"I love you, Y/N," he said, his voice steady despite the vulnerability in his optics. "I always have."

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The weight of his confession hung in the air, and Bumblebee braced himself for your response.

But instead of words, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into an embrace. Your servos gently pressed against his plating as you whispered, "I love you too, Bumblebee."

His optics widened in surprise, and before he could say anything else, you tilted your helm and pressed your lips to his.

The kiss was gentle at first, a soft meeting of metal and sparks, but it quickly deepened, filled with all the emotions you’d both kept hidden for so long. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as the world around you seemed to fade away.

When you finally pulled back, your foreheads rested against each other, both of you sharing a quiet moment as your sparks pulsed in sync.

"Wow," Bumblebee said, a small, breathless laugh escaping him. "That was…"

"A long time coming," you finished for him, your voice teasing but full of warmth.

He chuckled, his optics shining brighter than the moons above. "Yeah… it really was."

The two of you stayed there, standing under the stars, talking and laughing about everything and nothing. Bumblebee couldn’t help but steal glances at you, his spark feeling lighter than it had in cycles.

And when the night eventually gave way to the soft glow of Cybertron’s dawn, Bumblebee knew one thing for certain—his spark finally felt complete.

[1244950]

Bay! Optimus in the comics has a wildly different backstory then compared to other versions of Optimus (and had a better characterization then in the films). In the IDW! Bayverse continuity there was no Orion Pax. Optimus was literally always called Optimus just without the title of prime. He was hidden away from the Fallen because he was the last of the dynasty of the primes so he grew up knowing nothing about who he was.

Cybertron during this time was already a desolate wasteland with little to no life with cybertronians being separated into tribes. Sentinel Prime finds Optimus and recruits him into his "autobots" alongside Elita One, Megatron, and Shockwave (Ironhide joined way later). Their goal was to find the allspark and restore life to Cybertron. They succeeded and the planet was reborn.

It was here Sentinel revealed Optimus's true heritage and that he was destined to succeed him as leader of the Autobots. Optimus being the noble leader he is turned down this position and decided to uncover Cybertron's artifacts. Megatron however had overheard this conversation and of course history repeats itself. (You can read the wiki to learn more its super interesting!!)

[gardens-light]

Hi um can I request for B-127 and femme s/o who has the same relationship of Wall-E and Eve. Let's pretend that earth existed and s/o space pod accidentally landed in the surface of cybertron instead of earth ( this takes place after the energon started flowing again in cybertron)

Hi! First of all, many apologies for the super long wait. And second, this is such a super cute prompt! Hopefully I was able to balance out the inspiration from Wall-E, but also staying true Bee's character. Enjoy!

A Love From The Stars

Content: Transformers One, B-127 x GN/Robotic-Humanoid Reader. Events' takes place after TFO. Fluff/Comfort. Friends to Lovers.

Song Inspiration: Dusk Till Dawn- Haluna ft. Le Bober

Word Count: 5200

Cybertron.

A world once drowning under Sentinel Prime's rule, now was slowly healing. The great city of Iacon may stood in ruins, but life had begun to return. Streams of glowing energon carved their way through the wastelands, bringing colour and movement back to the planet’s surface.

And amid the silence of forgotten places, where the wreckage of old ruins lay buried in dust and time, he remained.

B-127.

The little scout had always been different from his kind. While his fellow Cybertronians focused on rebuilding Cybertron’s grand civilization, B-127 was drawn to the little things.

The way the neon-lit skies shimmered at night. How energon rivers pulsed like veins of life through the metal ground. The odd trinkets he found buried in wreckage—tiny, discarded pieces of Cybertron’s past that no one else seemed to care about. But Bee cared.

He spent his days wandering the wastelands, gathering remnants of the old world, arranging them into small collections in his makeshift home—an abandoned bunker, (despite Orion Pax insisting on giving him a shiny new apartment in one of the many towers of Iacon) now filled with glowing artifacts, mechanical flowers, and rusted, half-functional trinkets.

He had no words to explain why he did these things.

Only that it made him... happy.

That was, until.... you arrived.

A streak of white fire tore through the atmosphere, spiraling out of control. A pod—small, unfamiliar, alien—screamed toward the surface.

Bee’s optics widened. A ship? No, not Cybertronian. Too compact. Too… organic in design.

The impact sent a tremor through the land. Dust and metal debris lifted in the air as the pod skidded across the abandoned wasteland before coming to a shuddering stop.

Bee hesitated for only a moment before sprinting toward the wreckage. His wheels screeched against the metallic ground as he skidded to a stop, optics wide as he took in the sight before him.

The pod was definitely not Cybertronian. It was smaller, smoother—its design almost organic. Steam hissed from the edges as it powered down.

Something moved inside. The hatch hissed open.

A figure stepped out, sleek and strange with a body crafted of smoother, softer in design, with joints more flexible than any Cybertronian he’d ever seen. They were a machine, but their form carried organic elements, like someone had taken human aesthetics and merged them into something mechanica. Optics—large and filled with wonder—glowed with soft golden light.

You moved with grace, but also with hesitation, scanning your surroundings with wary precision.

“Hi!” he blurted, waving. “You're definitely not from here! This is Cybertron! I’m B-127, but you can call me Bee! Do you have a name? What are you? Where did you come from? Did you mean to crash, or was it an accident? Oh—wait—do you need help? I can help! I love helping!”

You froze, optics flicking across his frame.

B-127 was bigger than you, towering over with his Cybertronian build. His voice was loud, too fast, too much at once.

Your servos twitched, instinctively tensing, as systems buzzed with high alert.

Bee immediately noticed your hesitation. His processors scrambled for a way to fix this.

“Oh—uh—sorry... Too much?” He took a step back, raising his servos in what he hoped was a non-threatening gesture. “I talk a lot. I get excited. Sorry. Let’s try again, uh—what’s your name?”

You couldn't help but study him.

He was… odd.

Unlike most life forms you had encountered during your journey across the stars. They were intimidating, cold, and strategic, this one? Was open, eager, and oddly friendly.

After a moment of hesitation, your voice came out in a soft tone. "Y/N.”

Bee's features lit up immediately.

“Y/N? That’s an awesome name!” he grinned, optics bright with enthusiasm. “Nice to meet you, Y/N! Okay, so—uh, you crash-landed, right? Need any help?”

You glanced back at the pod. The hull was scorched, panels dented from impact. Sparks flickered from the damaged circuits inside, the impact fried the control panel.

“…Yes,” you lowly admitted, taking a deep breath before continuing. “My pod is damaged. I don’t know if I can get it operational again.”

Bee perked up, his words almost sang in a chirpy tone. “Oh! Oh! I can totally help with that! I know a place—Macadam's! It’s got tools, parts—I mean, I can’t promise high quality stuff, but we can patch your pod up! You know, if you want.”

Your gaze returned to him, hesitation stealing your words once again. Your processor just couldn't make sense of this situation, attempting to calculate any possible outcomes or if trust was even an option.

And yet... there was something about Bee—weather it was his unfiltered enthusiasm, or his genuine desire to help—made you pause.

Finally, you slowly nodded.

B-127 grinned so wide his faceplates ached. “Oh, this is gonna be fun!”

Before your processor had the chance to process the situation, Bee quickly grabbed your servo. Pulling you into a world you had never known.

Roughly a week later.

You didn’t expect Bee to talk so much. Or, rather, you didn’t expect him to talk this much.

He never stopped. He moved too fast for you to keep up, words tumbling from his mouth, his servos gesturing wildly as he talked.

“And this—this is the Hall of Records! Boring place, but it’s got Orion Pax in it- Sorry! It had Optimus Prime. He's really great! Over there’s Wheel and Cog—best place to get a drink- Oh! Oh! And this is—”

You barely had time to process before he was off again, voice filled with excitement.

You… wasn’t used to this.

On Earth, most robots were built for efficiency. Function. Even among your human creators, there was always a purpose behind every action.

But Bee? Bee just seemed to love being alive.

He found joy in the smallest things. The neon glow of streetlights, the hum of a passing hovercraft, the way Cybertron’s metallic landscape shimmered under the twin moons.

And—somehow—his enthusiasm was contagious. For the first time since landing, you found yourself smiling.

With B-127, every day was an adventure. Simply learning from one another and enjoying the little things in life.

You taught him how to appreciate silence. (The first time you both sat and simply watched the energon rivers flow, he fidgeted for five minutes before finally settling down.)

Bee showed you all the hidden beauties of Cybertron—the abandoned gardens where metal flowers still glowed faintly with stored energon, secret tunnels where the sky opened up to reveal endless stars.

Throughout your conversations you showed him human culture, teaching him about art, music, and—his favorite—movies. (He became obsessed with old Earth films, particularly ones about heroes saving the day.)

You both worked late into the night, sitting beside each other while fine-tuning the pod's mechanics. But fixing your pod was easier said than done.

B-127 had scavenged and brought everything he could find—wires, tools, even a few panels from an abandoned hovercraft. You simply watched, arms crossed, as he proudly dumped his haul onto the ground, once returning to the crash site.

“Alright! Let’s get to work!” Bee chirped.

You arched an optic ridge. “Do you... even know what you’re doing?”

B-127 hesitated. “…Kinda?”

A heavy sigh escaped you, massaging your temples. Please... if there is a Maker, don't leave me stuck on this strange planet...

Yet to your surprise, B-127 was quick, resourceful—his servos moved with surprising dexterity, weaving together circuits and rerouting power sources. And your knowledge of Earth technology helped guide him through the complex repairs.

Of course there were moments of frustration.

“Bee, that’s the coolant system, not the power relay.” Your words came out sharper than intended.

“Ohhh. That explains why everything just shut off.” But his smile never faded, simply correcting his mistake and following your guide.

And there were moments of success.

“Yes! You got it working!”

Bee's spark sent out zaps of fireworks throughout his circuits, as you threw your arms around his neck. “See? I told you I’m good at this.”

As days turned into weeks, your friendship deepened. And slowly—without realizing it—you started looking at each other differently.

You'd often caught yourself watching him when he spoke, your optics tracing the way his entire body animated whenever he got excited.

B-127 realized he liked the way you'd smile at him. The way you tilted your head whenever confused. The way your servo felt when it lingered in his own.

The way he would glance at you whenever he thought you wasn’t looking. The way his optics would glow just a little brighter whenever you laughed.

B-127 didn’t realize what was happening. He just knew that being with you just... felt right.

That he liked your voice. That he liked showing you new things. That your presence made his spark hum in a way he didn’t understand.

One Night at Your Pod's Crash Site

You finished the last circuit connection inside the pod.

The systems whirred to life. Your ship was fixed.

You should have been thrilled, but instead, all you could do was look at B-127, who stood beside you, staring at the ship’s controls with a strained expression.

He was... quiet... Too quiet.

Bee should have been happy. But instead, he felt… hollow.

Noticing his unusual quietness, you placed a hand on his arm. “Bee?”

“Well! Looks like you’re all set!” Bee blurted out in a way that sounded far too enthusiastic- even for him. Forcing a large grin across his faceplates. "You can head back to Earth—just like you wanted! So that’s great, huh? Super great. Totally, absolutely fantastic!”

You studied him. “…You don’t want me... to leave...?”

B-127’s venting stalled. “I—I mean, it’s your home, right? You should go. You want to go,” he said quickly, looking anywhere but at you. “Isn't that what you wanted? To fix your pod? And now it’s fixed, and you’re leaving, and that’s just—just perfect, because, y’know, it’s not like I was gonna miss you or anything, pfft, no way!” He waved a servo dismissively, laughing nervously, but the forced cheer didn’t reach his optics.

For once, you allowed your body to do what it wanted to do. What you wanted to do. Gently, you cupped his face in your servos.

"Earth is home! S-So why wouldn't you-" B-127’s words immediately died.

His optics widened, his vents hitching as your thumbs traced soft, barely-there circles against his cheek plating.

“U-Um... Y/N?” he stammered, his words uncharacteristically unsure. “What… what are you doing?”

You didn’t answer.

His back hit the cool metal of metallic the feild, his optics still locked onto yours as you carefully guided him down onto his back. Bee let out a surprised little sound, he didn’t resist—he just... stared up at you, his spark thudding erratically within his chassis. His systems buzzing with something completely foreign yet... overwhelmingly good.

You hovered over him now, one servo resting lightly on his chassis, your optics flickering from his surprised gaze to his lips.

B-127 froze, ventilations hitched, his voice barely audible. “Y/N…?”

Again you remained quiet, simply settling over him, your frame pressing lightly against his chassis.

Bee's spark stuttered. His servos hovered awkwardly at his sides, unsure of what to do. A-Am I supposed to hold them? Is this some kind of Earth 'goodbye?'

You leaned down, so close that he could see the faint glow of your optics reflecting in his own.

Then—softly, deliberately—you kissed him.

It was soft. Warm. Delicate.

B-127 short-circuited. His entire system stalled.

Your lips were gentle, moving against his own with a tenderness he had never known. A featherlight press that sent a shockwave throughout his circuits. His spark flared, surging with a new and unfamiliar heat, something so intense it almost overloaded him. The feeling was entirely new- sending a tingling sensation throughout his frame.

His servos twitched, hovering awkwardly in the air, unsure where to put them. His fans kicked on full blast, his spark hammering against his plating.

But then...he melted.

B-127 tentatively kissed you back, his movements shy, hesitant and unsure at first. But then—his servos grasped at your waist, pulling you closer.

And suddenly, he was chasing after the kiss, following the intoxicating warmth that made his entire frame shudder.

A soft gasp briefly escaped you as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss.

Something switched in him.

His hesitation vanished, replaced by a desperate need to feel more of you, to memorize the way your lips felt against his own.

His spark thrummed within its chamber, syncing with your power core in a pulsing rhythm.

He didn’t even realize that he rolled you onto your back, caging your frame beneath his while his mouth moved hungrily against yours.

Your servos slid up his spinal struct, digits caressing the base of his helm.

B-127 let out a sound he didn’t know he could make—a deep, gravelly purr—as you tugged him closer.

The kiss turned hotter, more needy, your frames pressing flush against each other as his spark reached for your energy core in ways neither of you fully understood.

It was instinctual—something far beyond simple affection.

It was like... your very beings were somehow calling to each other.

B-127 blinked dazedly, his optics bright and unfocused. As you broke the kiss, a chuckle escaped you, brushing your nose against his.

“…Oh,” he muttered, voice hoarse. “O-Oh, Primus, I didn’t mean to—uh—I mean—I did!—but I didn’t—I just—”

His words immediately fell silent, as you placed a digit to his lips. Looking up at him with that sweet smile that he loved.“ I didn’t mind. I... quite liked it actually."

B-127 stared at you, dazed. “Y-You… did?”

You leaned in, forehead resting against his.

“Very much.” You murmured, pressing a soft peck to his lips.

Bee short-circuited all over again, making a noise that was definitely not a squeak.

You couldn't help but laugh, as he rolled off you. Laying upon his back again, a subtle warmth radiating off his frame, his spark pulsing within his chassis as you cuddled into his side.

He just stared at the starry sky, processor reeling. As he subconsciously wrapped an arm around you, allowing your helm to nestle in the crook of his shoulder.

“…Bee?...”

“Yeah?”

"Do I... have to go back?”

Bee's spark skipped a pulse. Whipping his head down towards you, his expression stunned. "W-What?"

You tucked yourself closer, voice barely above a whisper.“…Would it be… okay if I stayed?”

“You… You want to stay?” Slowly, he pulled back just enough to look at your optics, his servos lightly tracing circles over your back.

“…Only if you want me to.”

B-127’s features softened. "I’d really like that."

You smiled, tucking yourself more against his frame.

As your optics closed, allowing a soft sigh to escape you. Letting his warmth lull you into a peaceful recharge.

He didn’t need to understand why you had gravitated toward each other.

He didn’t need to question how you had become the most important thing in his life.

All he knew was. He never wanted to let you go.

[witchofthesouls]

The look on Megatronus/Megatron's face if and when Orion/Optimus snaps and goes full wilder in front of him. Claws and fangs extend and he fucking mauls someone or something. Better yet if the big if occurs on cybertron feral mode Orion/Optimus ends up with the Fragging Escaped Mountian Lion from all those vorns ago headbutting Orion and purring up a storm while Megs watches slacked jawed as Oppy talks to it in fragging mountain lion.

I'm sad to say that Orion Pax doesn't have the features that allowed him to thrive in the Wastelands.

Alpha Trion had firmly coaxed the newly named Orion Pax to modify parts of his frame to 'fit in better' with the rest of them. The extra bulk was taken away, the sharpened denta filed down with added suppression codes to ensure nanites wouldn't try to reconfigure it, claws pulled to make sure he only had access to blunted digits, took away the extra audials, and applied more cosmetic biolights to give off a more rounded, softer appearance that belonged to a mecha that developed inside the walls of Iacon. Alpha Trion knew exactly what would happen and proceeded to take the steps to ensure the ascension of Optimus Prime would come to pass. Orion Pax can not be too associated with his Wasteland roots. The current Council wouldn't tolerate a new Prime with pride as a Wilder.

I have a lot of thoughts about Alpha Trion. He's exhausted, depressed, and is a very dutiful, loyal spark. He will enact what the Covenant had shown him because surely Primus and Vector wouldn't lead him astray? Orion Pax may have reminded him of simpler days before his siblings had scattered, but the mech has a massive role to play in the rebirth of their planet, and he refuses to jeopardize it.

Umbra Pumas are able to travel short distances with shadows and communicate via telepathically in pictures via direct eye contact. That one in particular was an old companion to a Ranger that almost taken him. Unfortunately, they were separated by a flash flood, but Orion knows that pattern on its hide. Rangers use specific concoctions to permanently mark their companions for affiliation. This Umbra Puma has subtle dark blue and crimson striations over its torso as well as patterned scars around its optics to match the ones on its Ranger. This one personally would carry him by the scruff and nuzzle him into submission. A sparkling's claws and fangs are no match to its dense hide.

Umbras are silent group hunters but can be very vocal with their close cohorts. Their screaming vocalizations are absolutely terrifying if you're not used to them.

Orion Pax was near the dugouts -space reserved for the next troupe of performers as well as their invited support for wishes or goodbyes- when it Tamers had to drag it back to its cage. The moment it came across him, it lurched forward and howled-

The gladiators and performers were ribbing (both good-natured and ill-tempered) that it could smell the uppercaste mech among them. Meanwhile, Orion is reeling from the mental assault because poachers managed to catch it in its desperate attempt to lead them away from its wounded Ranger and other young sparks.

Orion basically made quite a few deals to ensure that Umbra's escape.

[im-just-echo]

Im a monster and have a another au idea 💡

So that's.... Three now? I'ma have to make a master post soon..

Anyway.

Here's the newest one!

Hidden prince au summary

Cybertron has been at war for centuries.

The Decepticon Empire, ruled with an iron fist by King Megatron, wages endless battles against the Holy Autobot Kingdom, which held the shining city of Iacon as its heart. Borders shifted, alliances crumbled, and in the end, power was all that matters.

And yet, in the grand halls of Kaon, beneath the towering banners of the Empire, there was one who mattered less than he should have.

Prince Starscream, heir to the Decepticon throne, had been constructed for greatness. That was what they always told him. Yet, in Megatron’s eyes, he was nothing but a disappointment. Too ambitious. Too reckless. Too much.

And so, when his Lord Father’s anger boiled over into violence—when another failure, another public disgrace left him battered on the throne room floor, Starscream decided he’d had enough.

He fled.

A foolish decision, perhaps, but no more foolish than staying. He fled across the wastelands of Cybertron, wings hidden beneath a tattered cloak, until at last, he stumbled into the gleaming streets of Iacon.

The enemy’s capital....

[drinkysketch]

LOVE your TFP Moonracer and Skyfire! So excited to see other people exploring the Wreckers!

PLEASE- I would love to hear all your headcannons on them!

OMG thank you so much!!! I'm so happy you like them! I'm still sort of fleshing things out a bit more, but I got a few headcanons for these two worth sharing! Jetfire - Used to be very soft, optimistic, and excitable. However, the war has left him quiet, jaded, and depressed. He rarely laughs or smiles anymore, and when he does, it always takes everyone by surprise. - Can come off as fairly sarcastic and quick-witted, though has a tendency to engage in gallows humor in the most inappropriate of times. - As a scientist, he's incredibly knowledgeable about all things technology and biology. Even knows quite a bit about Dark Energon and its properties, as he used to study it before the war. - He's stationed himself in some underground lab on an isolated planet that can only be described as a frozen wasteland. It's off-grid enough that it's virtually undetected. Only a few Autobots know about its whereabouts, and he prefers to keep it that way. Moonracer - She's considered the youngest of the Wreckers (Or was before Miko joined), as well as the most playful and optimistic. Intentionally or not, her good nature has a way of keeping the morale of everyone around her. -Self proclaimed best sharpshooter in the galaxy, she can come off as a bit cocky and brash. She also has a bit of a competitive streak to her that can get a little out of hand, especially if a Decepticon is involved. -She used to be into race competitions on Cybertron, though it was incredibly short-lived once the war kicked off. She misses the rush of speeding down the roads of her home planet, but has since grown a soft spot for Earth. -At first, she was sort of a drifter, similar to Wheeljack. Though once she landed on Earth and reunited with Bulkhead, she decided to make Earth her permanent place of residence. She would still venture off planet for missions, but she is more than happy to call Earth her new home. I know it's not much, but it's currently all I've got at the moment. No worries though! I'll be sure to add in more lore in future posts, I have a whole bunch more that I want to draw and share. More to come!

[vihattu-thethoroughbredofsin]

Some thoughts about Cybertron in the Transformers One trailer (SPOILERS!)

I was most interested in the shown state of Cybertron in the trailer. Instead of the rather familiar image of a metallic futuristic and technologically advanced planet, the trailer shows a completely different state of the planet's surface. There is some kind of organic life here, and it looks interesting.

Many compare it to Cybertron from the endings of BeastsMachines and Cybertron (Galaxy Force) and the Cyberverse. But I won't agree. In the first case, the idea was that Cybertron, for the sake of balance, should combine its wild distant past and present, creating a techno-organic unity, in the second case it was a symbol of the rebirth of the planet and the return of power to Primus, and in the third it was a rather lazy and crooked way to show the world of Cybertron, which worked incomprehensibly and contradicted itself. At least that's how I understand it. Here, one gets the impression of a completely different idea.

The surface of Cybertron looks to be covered with organic plant life, not techno-organic, and this is interesting, given that most of the ground looks to be made up of metal and crystalline structures.

But most importantly, this vegetation looks somewhat wrong, but in a certain sense. It's like it doesn't belong here.

What I mean by that. Some of the plants look natural, while the rest looks out of line with the rest of the environment and even other vegetation. And this is not about the quality of the graphics, everything is just fine here, and therefore it seems to me that this impression is made intentionally.

Here is an example where plants look organic (first 3), and where they no longer combine with the place of growth (next 3).

And the appearance is strikingly different, as if these plants are not from the same biome, which leads to one thought, but more on that later.

On the other hand, animals, they are obviously completely metallic and mechanical. And, interestingly again, we see only these deer or antelopes, no flocks of birds or insects on the background, some small animals.

All this gives me the impression of a kind of post-apocalyptic world either at the stage of dying or at the initial stage of rebirth. Most of the territory is a wasteland of metal and ground, and the plants seem to be in separate oases. This may hint either that plants are gradually taking over the planet after a cataclysm, or that life is gradually dying on the surface.

We see the ruins of buildings covered with vegetation and the bodies, presumably of the Primes, also overgrown with some kind of plants. But all this does not look peaceful and whole.

At least there is an artificial danger for representatives of the fauna.

And since the Quintessons are definitely involved in the plot, I have two ideas about what's going on.

1. Techno-organic quintessons alter the planet for themselves and create suitable conditions and an ecosystem for themselves on the surface. This explains why the plants look so different, the Quintessons could have imported them from other planets or their native home. This would explain why antelopes resemble our animals so much, they could have been created under the impression of the fauna of other worlds. The ruins of the buildings could belong to transformers, who were enslaved and driven to live and work underground. Or transformers were also created in the image and likeness of someone as a workforce.

2. The planet was originally organic. Quintessons could fly here for resources or in search of a new home and begin to cyberform the planet, gradually killing organic life that remained only on small areas of the surface. At the same time, antelopes can be mutated or cyberformed animals that are gradually exterminated by the shown protection system. The buildings could belong to the alien race that originally lived here. At the same time, transformers can be a workforce created by quintessons.

This is definitely a very interesting and new look at Cybertron and the past of this planet, and it seems to me that the authors of the cartoon clearly decided to show Cybertron like this for a reason, there is an idea behind it.

Well, let's wait to see what happens.

[theguywithaplan]

List of Video Games Turning 10 Years Old in 2024

Alien: Isolation

Assassin's Creed: Rogue (the one where you play as an Assassin turned Templar.)

Assassin's Creed: Unity (the one set during the French Revolution.)

Atelier Escha & Logy: Alchemists of the Dusk Sky

Azure Striker Gunvolt

The Banner Saga

Bayonetta 2

The Binding of Isaac: Rebirth

BioShock Infinite: Burial at Sea (the DLC where you go back to Rapture)

A Bird Story (a sort of spin-off of "To the Moon")

BlazBlue: Chrono Phantasma

Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel! (is this a sequel to 1 or a prequel to 1? I forgor)

Bravely Default (in North America)

Broken Sword 5: The Serpent's Curse

Call of Duty: Advanced Warfare (the one with K*vin Sp*cey)

Captain Toad: Treasure Tracker

Castlevania: Lords of Shadow 2 (to date, the last new Castlevania game to release)

Child of Light

The Crew (going offline at the end of March)

D4: Dark Dreams Don't Die (a wonderfully strange game from the guy that made Deadly Premonition)

Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc (in North America)

Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair (in North America)

Dark Souls II

Deception IV: Blood Ties

Demon Gaze

Diablo III: Reaper of Souls

Disney Infinity 2.0

Divinity: Original Sin (from the team that would go on to make Baldur's Gate 3)

Donkey Kong Country: Tropical Freeze

Dragon Age: Inquisition (the winner of GOTY at the very first TGAs)

Drakengard 3

Earth Defense Force 2025 (EDF! EDF! EDF!)

The Evil Within (from the creative director of Resident Evil)

Fable Anniversary

Fairy Fencer F

Far Cry 4

Freedom Planet

Guilty Gear Xrd Sign

Hyrule Warriors

Inazuma Eleven (in North America. And digital only.)

Infamous: Second Son (as well as its expansion, First Light)

Kirby: Triple Deluxe

The Last of Us Remastered (just one year after the original version came out...)

The Legend of Korra (the game from PlatinumGames that you can't buy anymore)

Lego Batman 3: Beyond Gotham

Lego The Hobbit

The Lego Movie Videogame

Lethal League (from the team that would go on to make Bomb Rush Cyberfunk)

Lightning Returns: Final Fantasy XIII (the third and final chapter of the Final Fantasy XIII trilogy)

Lisa: The Painful (yes, really)

LittleBigPlanet 3

Lords of the Fallen (not to be confused with Lords of the Fallen, which came out in 2023)

Mario Golf: World Tour

Mario Kart 8 (the original version)

Metal Gear Solid: Ground Zeroes (the prologue to Metal Gear Solid V: The Phantom Pain, which came out 18 months later)

Middle-Earth: Shadow of Mordor

Might & Magic X: Legacy

Murdered: Soul Suspect (it's like Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective, but not as good)

Natural Doctrine

Oddworld: New 'n' Tasty! (a from the ground up remake of the first Oddworld game from 1997)

Pac-Man and the Ghostly Adventures 2 (yes, it got a sequel. I don't know how or why.)

Persona 4 Arena Ultimax

Persona Q: Shadow of the Labyrinth

Pokemon Omega Ruby & Pokemon Alpha Sapphire

Professor Layton and the Azran Legacy (the last time that Professor Layton himself was the protagonist. At least, until the New World of Steam comes out)

Professor Layton vs. Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney

Pushmo World

Risen 3: Titan Lords

Sacred 3

Samurai Warriors 4

Shadowrun: Dragonfall

Shantae and the Pirate's Curse (the 3rd one)

Sherlock Holmes: Crimes and Punishments

Shovel Knight (yes, really)

Skylanders: Trap Team (the 4th one)

Sniper Elite III

Sonic Boom: Rise of Lyric

Sonic Boom: Shattered Crystal

South Park: The Stick of Truth

Steins;Gate (in North America)

Strider (the one from Double Helix)

Sunset Overdrive

Super Smash Bros. for Wii U and Nintendo 3DS (or Smash 4 for short)

Tales of Xillia 2

Tales of Hearts R

The Talos Principle

Theatrhythm Final Fantasy: Curtain Call

Thief (the reboot)

This War of Mine

Toukiden: The Age of Demons

Transformers: Rise of the Dark Spark (this game merged the storyline of the War for/Fall of Cybertron games with the storyline of the Michael Bay movies. I’m not joking)

Transistor

Valiant Hearts: The Great War

The Vanishing of Ethan Carter

The Walking Dead: Season Two

Wasteland 2

Watch Dogs

The Witch and the Hundred Knight

The Wolf Among Us (sequel this year!)

Wolfenstein: The New Order

Yaiba: Ninja Gaiden Z

Yoshi's New Island

[alduinprime]

My AU version of the great Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobot Coalition.

The Prime is renowned as the noble and courageous leader of the Autobot cause against the Decepticons in their war for the future of Cybretron. But personally, he’s just trying to be the person he aspires to be and focusing on doing the right things regardless of status. Carrying himself as a modest, compassionate, and optimistic individual who seeks the good in others. On the battlefield, he leads from the front, taking the fight to the enemy. Though, more out of a much deeper obligation than just being the leader.

He also commands his own team of his most trusted allies and closest friends, Team Prime. Optimus knows his limitations, so he constantly looks to them for their advice and individual skillsets.

Despite his beloved leadership, some questions arose around him; how did Cyberton’s first Prime in eons ascended from the shadows, who or what was he before, etc.  Zero record of him exists within all archives, nothing. Few claim to recognize him from the gladiator pits of Kaon, fighting alongside the arena’s nameless champions. Optimus never talks about his background with anyone, not even Elita.

In fact, he refuses to open up about anything. As Cybertron became a metallic wasteland and the losses worsened, he felt the most responsible, even in moments when circumstances were out of his control. This instance has taken a toll on him and whenever he is offered help, he replies by changing the subject and wearing a smile. And it’s only gotten worse as the war continues.

Now stranded on Earth with his current team, Optimus works non-stop in his quest to find the Ark and Alpha Trion, all while trying to maintain morale. He hardly gets a moment to appreciate the world he was led to, but when he does, its calm and peaceful nature inspires him for what Cybertron should be once the war ends. Bumblebee’s newfound passion definitely played a hand in that. But he's not blind to the planet’s vulnerability. To avoid any further involvement with more humans, he orders his team to stay discrete. His anxiety grows every day they don’t find the ark, and they can’t try to contact Elita until then, putting both Cybertron and Earth at risk.

Optimus knows Megatron is looking for him, and a reunion on this innocent world terrifies him.

[anony-man]

Chubformers drabble #60!

Character: Overlord (IDW)

Word count: 486

(TW: implied vore - NOT FATAL)

Painted blue lips curled into a cruel smile before opening wide for the next bite, and the poor soul unlucky enough to witness the feast quivered in fear. It was tradition, forcing his captives to sit and watch as he prepared his palette for the final course. On occasion, Overlord claimed their terror added to the flavor.

“Delicious,” the fat mech grounded, reaching down to the table to grab a napkin. He grinned at the way the mech before him cowered, expecting those cruel talons to close around their throat at any moment. “Mm… I’ve truly outdone myself tonight. Would you like a bite?”

There was no answer. Only the tremble of the mech as they hid their face behind shackled servos and curled into themselves, appearing small beside the grand display of foods laid out across Overlord’s table. Overlord waited patiently until the mech had gained the courage to glance up from the spaces between his fingers, their optics bright with fear.

The air stunk of their panic, and Overlord took in a deep breath and sighed. Oh, it was positively scrumptious.

“Please, have a little bit. Enjoy yourself,” Overlord pressed. “It would be selfish of me to eat all of this myself, don’t you agree?”

Just for the fun of it, Overlord slid an empty plate across the table to where the mech sat. A small, delicate pastry was plucked up from its display between sharp fingers and dropped onto the porcelain platter. Overlord watched as the mech’s gaze drifted to the offered treat, then to him, then back again. It was risky, accepting the kind morsel. Without fail, though, his captives always accepted.

“There you go,” Overlord said, clapping his servos together as the shivering mech finally took the bait. “Enjoy yourself, please. It’s not a proper feast without hungry guests.”

Beneath the rumbling purr in the background of Overlord’s throat, his belly roared with hunger. Even he, having achieved sizes unknown to Cybertron’s kind by feeding off of the less ideal scraps of mechs that littered the wastelands of cities left behind, was still feeling hungry. The spread of little treats and candies had been a good appetizer, but the day was almost over, and Overlord’s patience was running thin.

Having had enough of his newest plaything for one night, Overlord rose from his seat. A massive and imposing sight from the start, the tons of mesh that hung in rolls from his frame merely added to the terror. He was hungry, and there was only one solution to his ravenous appetite.

“It’s been a pleasure,” Overlord said, easily reaching across the table to drag the poor, scrambling mech into his lap. “But I’m afraid you’ve come up just a bit short.”

The squirming, screaming mech was in utter terror, but to no avail. Painted blue lips opened wide, revealing a gaping maw, pearly fangs, and the rumble of a needy gut.

[bird-in-the-space]

The Fall of Cybertron: The Wrathful Blade

In your now-dead home world, you and your Dinobot friends try to survive as best you can. One day, an old friend guides you to a place where you discover a blade that is seemingly connected to you and reveals the secrets to everything that happened to you during the war.

(Author's note: this is set in the Fall of Cybertron game. I loved playing it and thought it was a pity there were no more games made for it (not talking about the dark spark. It would have been good on its own if it had not been strangely mixed with bayverse). However, I got an idea for this fic for my harbingers. It's been forever since I played it, so I might not remember everything, but I do remember loving it. )

Warnings: mentions of the war, violence, descriptions of dying, getting executed, coming back to life, some angst, getting buried alive, a dead homeworld, dangers, Grimlock being a bit grumpy, Shockwave being a warning himself, this fic being a bit long, and maybe a soft ending?

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Even after Optimus Prime and Megatron departed Cybertron, taking most of their faction with them, and Cybertron became a lifeless wasteland, danger still lurked in every corner you looked. It was even worse due to the Energon shortage. 

After digging yourself out of the wreckage of the structure you blew up in your last mission, you witnessed the final struggle between Autobots and Decepticons as they raced for the space bridge. They both disappeared into the vortex as it closed, taking both factions somewhere unknown to you. 

You then wandered your now-dead homeworld, trying your best to survive with those still left on the planet. 

In truth, you should be dead; you should have been dead a long time ago. 

At the beginning of the war, you joined the Autobots because you believed in peace. You found Megatron’s and his Decepticons’ methods and ideals cruel and unjust. 

At first, you weren’t aware that you had the ability to come back to life after certain death. The first time it happened was when the outpost you were stationed at got attacked with heavy artillery, and you woke up later to find the outpost destroyed, with you and your supervisor as the only survivors. 

You thought it was luck until the second time you died. 

It was during a Decepticon assault on one of the Autobot bases. You tried your best to follow Optimus and your supervisor to battle and live, but then the combaticons entered the battlefield and formed into Bruticus. You were helpless against the combiner as Bruticus used his ability to send you and many of your Autobot comrades flying in the air. Darkness was what you met when you hit the wall and the ground. 

That should have been the end of you, but then you woke up, back at the spot where you fell. Your wounds healed like your body had regenerated itself. 

You had no time to ponder how you survived when you saw the combiner ready to kill your supervisor. Acting quickly, you hopped on the combiner’s back and distracted him enough to free your supervisor. With your supervisor free, you two made your escape from the combiner. 

Your supervisor was surprised but glad to see you alive. With the ongoing battle, you had no time to ponder the answers to your survival. But from that day forth, you knew there was something different about you. 

You shared what happened with the other bots, especially when all the wounds you sustained during that battle were no more. Since no one saw how you came back online, they suspected you might have been lucky or possessed an outlier ability to regenerate yourself. You didn’t believe in that theory because you had sustained injuries before that never healed by themselves. 

It left you feeling slightly freaked out. How did your injuries fix themselves? How did you even come back online? 

You especially remember taking the brunt of that hit, which felt like all joints of your protoform were shattered and slamming hard against the ground from the fall, killing you. 

You tried not to think about that incident as the war continued. But then, you started hearing… him. 

He was a bodiless voice. You nearly panicked the first time you heard him, and believed that the war had officially messed up your head, until you realized he was speaking through a small insect. His voice was rather gentle, and he claimed to be someone close to you. You doubted the last part, even though he sounded oddly familiar. 

He did not reveal his name to you initially, claiming it would be revealed to you in time. It left you in doubt, especially when he claimed he was there to help you. 

Well… despite the oddity of your bodiless friend, he spoke the truth. Through a small insect, he helped you through many missions, especially those that involved more strange phenomena around you. And sometimes, he even became a source of comfort, especially when the war began to take its toll on you. 

Throughout the war, you managed to fulfill many missions without dying. You tried to avoid it as you didn’t want to test if you could return from the dead the second time. Even if you did, you did not want to have new memories of it. 

You managed to make a small name for yourself, becoming known as the reliable Autobot soldier and comrade. Despite the strange occurrences around you and the mystery of your return from the dead, Optimus and the other Autobots trusted you. It felt great, and for a while, the war seemed to go in your side’s favor. You felt hopeful that you would be able to put an end to this conflict soon and see Cybertron return to the peaceful days. 

Unfortunately, those hopes were turned upside down when the Decepticons suddenly got the upper hand, but you finally gained an answer to the mystery of your death when you, along with your supervisor and other captured Autobots, were executed. 

You watched helplessly as your supervisor was killed right before your eyes, and then it was your turn. Right in front of your leader’s eyes, you were shot in the chest. You felt the searing pain as the blast melted through your armor and extinguished your spark — everything then fell into darkness. 

The shot went right into your spark, so there shouldn’t have been any coming back for you. 

But… you later woke up and found yourself in the trash suite, where you and your dead Autobot comrades were discarded.

You were filled with shock because this time, you knew you should be dead, but you were alive. There was something different as well, around you; there were scorch marks, and your entire body seemed to have gone through a change. Your armor was tougher with no holes in your spark chamber, you had become taller, there was an odd fire-red glow in your optics, and your spark…

…Your spark felt like it burned brighter than ever. 

You struggled to comprehend your situation, but with Optimus and other Autobots still captive, you pulled yourself together and took action. Escaping the trash suite proved no difficulties, but sneaking around the facility with Decepticons everywhere was challenging. However, you managed to find your way to Optimus and other captives and free them when the opportunity arose. 

They were startled by your appearance, especially since they were there when you were executed, but you managed to free them and escape the Decepticons. 

They had many questions for which you did not have an answer. Optimus was glad to see you alive, despite being equally shocked. He also felt something shift in the Matrix of Leadership when he stood near you. He couldn’t tell what it was, but it was clear that there was something special about you. 

Since that day, you gained the name The Soldier Who Came Back From The Dead. You did not know what to think of it. You had hoped your bodiless friend would come and give you an answer, since he seemed to know something about you that you didn’t.

Despite the incident, you continued fighting. However, the war did not take a turn for the better, especially when all the Energon reserves were completely depleted. Things took an even worse turn when Megatron returned. 

In your last mission, your task was to prevent the Decepticon abominations from escaping. Things turned dire, so you stayed behind to ensure the abominations would not escape. The whole building collapsed, and you were buried under it. You should have died, but you came back again and spent a lot of time digging your way back to the surface.  

After witnessing the outcome of the last battle, you wandered your lifeless homeworld, trying to salvage whatever Energon was left and see if you could find anyone who stayed behind. 

One day, you found your way to the tower that activated the space bridge and found a life signal. Deciding to investigate, you stumbled upon the infamous Grimlock.

He was barely online since he was near the blast, but you managed to stabilize him with whatever spare parts and medical knowledge you had, saving his life. You then helped him through the insecticon-infested land and eventually found his team. Luckily, they weren’t too far, as they had been looking for him since the blast. 

With their help and a makeshift base, you managed to fix all of Grimlock's injuries. 

After you told them what happened to you, they accepted you into their group. Grimlock was slightly grumpy about it. He was not keen on strangers, but since you technically saved his life, he allowed it, though he made it clear that they would leave you behind if you dragged them down. 

You had heard from Optimus about him, so his attitude did not fully faze you, but you did try your best to be helpful to the team.

Luckily, it wasn’t difficult. Aside from Grimlock, they were actually easy to get along with despite their unusual quirks. Apparently, Shockwave had experimented on them, resulting in their new beast-like modes. You found their alternative modes fascinating, as they were creatures you had never seen before. They shared that they found records about a different world that had these creatures, which their alternative modes were modeled after. It was also the world to which Shockwave opened the space bridge, answering the question of where the space bridge took the Autobots and Decepticons.

They had actually heard little about you and your return from the dead, which allowed for some conversation. Unfortunately, you still did not have an answer for how you were able to come back. 

Surviving in your now-dead home world was challenging. There were dangers everywhere, and there wasn’t much Energon, thanks to Megatron poisoning Cybertron’s core with Dark Energon. 

You could still remember that day like yesterday, how your world died beneath your feet. It made you feel great sadness. As Dark Energon flourished in dead places, you came across it many times during your travels. 

Strangely, the Dark Energon didn’t seem to have any effect on you. On the contrary, when you stood near it, it seemed to replenish your energy. It was odd—you’d heard of its corrupting qualities, yet for you, it appeared to be nourishing. Maybe just another strange phenomenon to add to the growing list of weird things you could do. Just… what are you? Why are you capable of these things?

You and the Dinobots eventually found a place to establish a safe haven—a place where you could rest and plan your next moves. With nearly everything on the surface either destroyed or unsafe, you chose to build your base underground.

Things were stable for a while. 

One day, you suddenly saw the familiar bug and heard your friend's voice again. You had wondered where he had been since he had been quiet for a long time. 

When you asked, he apologized and replied that he had been caught up in things. 

He then revealed to you that there was a location that had Energon and something that belonged to you. You were confused and asked what he meant. He explained it was something that was taken from you a long time ago. If you managed to get it back, it would help you and your dinobot friends in the long run.

You were uncertain about it, but since there was a possibility of finding energon, you decided to tell the Dinobots. They were hesitant to trust a bug, and you didn’t blame them—you hadn’t exactly told your Autobot comrades about your friend either, unsure how to explain it without sounding crazy. However, with energon supplies running low, they chose to trust your judgment and agreed to investigate the location with you.

With your friend's guidance, you came to what seemed to be an old Decepticon research facility. There were insecticons, but not the kind that obeyed Shockwave. Strangely, these insecticons left you be and just observed you and the dinobots from a distance. Even Grimlock thought it was weird. 

Without further issues, you entered the facility. You searched for the Energon and the strange item your friend said belonged to you. 

However, you were not alone in the facility. 

Grimlock had shared that Shockwave had been at the tower when it blew up, so the infamous Decepticon scientist should be offline. Grimlock himself nearly went offline, and it was by luck that you found and repaired him in time. 

Well, turns out Megatron’s valued scientist was still online. 

When you least expected it, the facility came online, and Shockwave’s voice echoed through the rooms. He then activated the facility’s system, forcing you and your companions to disperse and avoid getting caught by traps set by the con. 

You had heard a thing or two about Shockwave and his experiments, but you never imagined yourself ending up as one of his targets. 

Swoop figured that you needed to shut down the system from the main control center. So, that’s what you all aimed for. 

It was a difficult struggle. You ended up separating to increase your chances of getting to the main center, but you eventually got there first. 

You stood in front of the closed doors. Fear and anxiety flared within you as there was a high possibility that Shockwave was in there. The reasonable action would be to wait for your companions to catch up with you, but they were dispersed around the facility and possibly trapped. If you don't act, they might get caught in something they will not walk out of alive. 

“I’m at the main center. I’m going to shut down the system,” you said through the comm. 

“Are you sure? Shockwave might be in there?” Swoop questioned. 

“I proceed with caution. The quicker I get the system down, the quicker you can get here,” You replied. 

“Alright. Be careful,” Swoop answered. 

You took a deep breath. You hacked through the doors by pulling out the right wires from the console, a trick you learned from Wheeljack, and entered the main center. 

The room had consoles and terminals around. And at the end of the room, you saw what seemed to be an observation deck that showed you an arena. You figured that this facility was used to engineer and test out weapons.

You then noticed what seemed to be a sword hovering inside a stand. Its metal was black, and the blade was shattered into pieces. It had a red gem embedded on its handle, which glowed with a soft red light.

Curious and feeling a strange pull toward the broken sword, you walked closer. The light from its gem began to glow brighter when you came near it, and then you felt your spark quietly pulsing. It left you feeling strange. 

Was this the item your friend told you to look for? 

You then remembered your current task. 

You looked around the room and found the main console. Rushing to it, you examined the buttons and monitors. Through several monitor screens, you spotted Grimlock and the others trapped in various rooms. By pressing the buttons, you shut down the facility’s system, releasing your companions from their traps. 

You then opened your comm. “Swoop, Grimlock. I shut down the system, but there’s no sign of Shockwave,” you said. 

“Good job. Wait for us there. We’ll catch up with you,” Swoop replied. 

You then released a relieved exhale, but your momentary relief was short-lived when you noticed Shockwave standing right next to you. You blocked when he tried to hit you with his cannon-like arm, but then he grabbed you, effortlessly picking you up and sending you flying across the room. 

You slammed hard against the flooring, groaning painfully as you received some painful bruises. But then you saw one of those giant servo claws hanging above you. You yelped when it grabbed you by your waist and then slammed you hard against the nearest wall. 

You groaned in pain as you hit your head. When you regained your bearings and saw Shockwave, you tried to use your blaster arm, but it was grabbed by another servo claw, pinning you against the wall. You tried to struggle and pull yourself free, but the servo claws had a strong grip on you, leaving you defenseless against Shockwave. 

“Proceeding on your own and letting down your guard so quickly was the most illogical action, but I guess I should thank you. For it allowed you to be separated from your companions and allowed me the chance to contain you. Now I can deal with your dinobot friends,” Shockwave said as he turned the facility’s system back online. 

“(Name). What’s going on?” Swoop asked through the comm as he and Grimlock were locked in a room. 

“It’s Shockwave! He’s here. Get out of there!” you answered, but your comlink was soon cut off. 

“Now that we have some privacy, we can talk,” Shockwave turned toward you. 

“If you think I’m going to be an easy test subject for you, Shockwave,  you are dead wrong,” you replied. 

“Megatron is no longer on Cybertron. You no longer have Insecticons to fight for you. Grimlock and the others will get through your traps and come for you,” you added. 

“We shall see about that. I have no use for my previous experiments. My goal here was to obtain you,” Shockwave stated. 

“Me?” you frowned. 

“For what?” you asked before glancing at the sword that still glowed with red light.  

“The sword?” 

“Good. You catch on quickly. I wish the same could be said about your dinobot companions,” Shockwave said as he turned toward the broken sword. 

“I... do not understand. What do I have to do with that sword? What’s so special about it anyway?” you questioned. 

“That is what I am here to find out, and to answer your other question…” Shockwave stood before the broken blade. 

“This is the sword Coreiseuse, the Wrathful Blade — a weapon that belonged to one of Unicron’s children, the Harbinger of War,” Shockwave began. “It is said to grant its wielder control over armies and ensure victory in any battle,” he continued.

“At first we thought Coreiseuse and the Harbingers of Unicron were nothing but a myth—until we discovered a vault where the blade had been hidden by the ancient Autobots who once tried to harness its power,” he said.

You looked at him, puzzled. The Harbingers of Unicron? 

“The ancient archives revealed that Coreiseuse caused everyone who tried to wield it to fall into utter madness, causing them to attack anyone in sight until they die. The ancient Autobots concluded Coreiseuse would only respond to its previous master or one it deems equally worthy,” Shockwave continued. 

“Lord Megatron attempted to harness Coreiseuse and finally bring an end to the war and the Autobots. However, Coreiseuse rejected him. He managed to withstand Coreiseuse’s maddening energy due to the dark energon in his veins, but despite his immunity and might, the blade broke itself as a last act of resistance,” he revealed. 

You did not know if you felt glad about the outcome. 

"Several attempts were made to repair Coreiseuse, but with no success, as the metal it was made from refused to be shaped and continued breaking through other alloys it could have been repaired with. I then attempted to utilize its energy that still lay dormant within, but even that soon depleted. It had become nothing but a broken trinket.” Shockwave then turned toward you. 

“But then you arrived,”  

“When my scanners detected you in the area, Coreiseuse awakened from its dormancy and pulsated like it was calling you toward it,” he said.

“The Autobot soldier who came back from the dead,” he added, which caused you to feel dread. 

He knew? 

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” you said.

“Do not try to act coy with me,” Shockwave stated. 

“You might have gone unnoticed by your Autobots and your precious leader, but you have certainly not gone unnoticed by me,” he said as he pushed a button, which brought out a monitor. The monitor turned on and showed you a familiar trash suite. 

“This was taken after your corpse was thrown out after your execution,” Shockwave said as you watched the footage.  

In the footage, you saw your own lifeless body suddenly starting to levitate. It then began glowing with a brilliant red light. There was a sound, and the footage flickered as the glow illuminated the entire room. The glow then vanished, and you saw yourself, waking up alive, the corpses around you burning. 

You did not know what to think. You never really knew how you came back to life, so this was the first time you’ve seen it happen. So, that’s how you came to life?

“When I saw the footage, I suspected you were a fireborn at first. However, your rebirth seems to have the opposite effect on the environment. I studied the energy traces your resurrection left, and the results have been fascinating,” Shockwave spoke.

“You are something else,” he said. “The question is… what?” 

“I… do not know,” you uttered, shaking your head. You did not honestly have any idea. 

“After that day, I had observed you. (Name), A faithful Autobot soldier who mysteriously came back to life. I hoped to ask Lord Megatron to have you obtained for research, but back then, we had more concerning matters to solve,” Shockwave continued. 

“And now, seeing Coreiseuse reacting to your presence. It is reasonable to believe that you share a connection. It could be that you are a descendant of the Harbinger of War, or a reincarnation,” Shockwave theorized. 

“Whatever it is, you might be the key to repairing Coreiseuse and revealing a way to harness its power,” he added. 

You glared at him. “If you think I willingly work for someone like you, you have more than a few screws loose in your processor,” you said. 

“Oh, I do not need your cooperation, but it might make your life easier if you do,” Shockwave replied.  

“Otherwise, I would just open you up and see what makes you tick, but something tells me you are more valuable alive, and that you are incapable of staying offline,” he replied. 

“We can get started once I’ve dealt with your companions,” he said as he turned toward the console. 

You started panicking when you saw him control the traps. Struggling against the servo claws that held you against the wall, you watched helplessly as he controlled the facility. Through the monitors, you saw Grimlock and the others get stuck in traps where death was certain. You began to panic, struggling to free yourself from the servos. What now? If you don’t do something, Grimlock and the others might get destroyed. 

What now? 

What now?!

“Calm down. It will be alright,” 

You stopped when you heard your friend’s voice and saw the insect land on the servo that held you. 

Your friend chuckled. 

“Shockwave is a fool. A Harbinger’s weapon cannot be wielded by anyone except by the Harbinger it was forged for. Even if he found a way to repair Coreiseuse, he would not be able to wield its power, not even his precious Lord Megatron. It will only break again,” he said with amusement. 

“Please…” you uttered quietly. “Is there something you can do to help?” you asked. 

“I don’t want them to…” You looked toward the monitors, where you saw Grimlock and the others getting closer to certain death. 

“Don’t panic,” your friend said softly. “Unfortunately, I have already done my part. There's nothing else I need to do. “ 

You looked down defeatedly. 

“... but you can,” he added. 

You looked up at the bug. 

“How?” you questioned. 

He chuckled. 

“You do remember the reason I guided you here? “ he asked. 

You then looked toward Coreiseuse. The light around it glowed as you looked at it, and you felt slightly baffled. Coreiseuse was… yours?

“That’s right,” your friend said. 

“Call out to Coreiseuse. “

“It will answer to you, for you are its true master,” he stated. 

Your spark began pulsing as you felt an invisible bond with the broken blade. 

“And once it is back in your hands, all the questions you ever had will finally be answered.” 

Feeling your spark burn within your chest, you looked at Shockwave. All the memories of the war, the losses, and the continuing madness crossed your mind. Throughout this war, you had tried to stay strong and keep yourself together, but now, Shockwave planned to kill the only friends you had left on this dead planet. 

You do not know what you will do if Grimlock and the others die in this place. The idea of it was enough to make you feel angry. 

“Good. You have fought for so long, trying to obtain peace. Now, it's time to release your rage,” your friend spoke. 

“Call out to Coreiseuse and unleash your anger,” he encouraged. 

You took a deep breath and looked toward Coreiseuse as it glowed, as if sensing the anger within you, almost as if it were urging you to command it. You extended your hand, reaching for the bond between you and the blade.

“Show this fool… who you are,”

Letting down the walls you had kept so long, you allowed your anger to come forth. Your spark pulsed, and Coreiseuse responded in kind. Suddenly, your entire frame began releasing burning red energy, and through your optics, you saw red. The claw servos began to melt from the intensity of the energy that sprouted from your veins and armor. 

Coreiseuse glowed, responding to your call. Its broken pieces began to place themselves back into their places. 

You breathed heavily as you felt yourself burn. The anger, despair, everything you had felt throughout the war poured out like a flaming river.

When all Coreiseuse’s broken pieces placed themselves back together, the red gem on the handle glowed, causing the steel to burn and mend itself. Once complete, it flew out of the stand and into your hand, catching Shockwave off guard when he noticed what was happening. 

You then yelled in rage as you swiped your blade, releasing a powerful wave of energy. Everything in the main center exploded, shutting down the systems, and Shockwave was flown out through the observation deck as the glass broke. 

He hit the wall of the arena and fell to the ground. He groaned as he kneeled up. Several of his systems were damaged, and his frame sustained heavy scorch wounds. He then looked back toward the observation deck. 

With Coreiseuse in hand, you appeared on the observation deck. Red energy radiated around your frame, and your optics burned crimson. Two horns sprouted from your helm, and the energy formed behind you, casting the shape of two wings on your back.

As the arena lights were destroyed by the blast, the space was illuminated solely by the red energy surrounding you.

“Illogical,” Shockwave uttered in astonishment. 

“You cannot be a cybertronian. What are you?” he questioned. 

“From the moment I was born... a voice echoed,” you uttered, your voice deep and resonating with another beneath it.

“With your burning red spark, you shall judge over conflicts and unleash the flames of chaos. And with this blade, you shall wield your wrath and ensure your judgment leads to either victory or ruin,” you said.

“Go forth and bring war, my child of flame,” you added, your gaze fixed on Shockwave.

You roared as you swiped your blade, unleashing a powerful wave of energy at Shockwave. He managed to take cover and narrowly avoided the strike. The burning slash hit the arena ceiling, triggering a collapse.

Shockwave looked toward the open ceiling before turning toward you. “This will not be over,” he said as he transformed and escaped through the open ceiling. 

After he was gone, the energy radiating from your spark dissipated. You collapsed to one knee, using Coreiseuse for support as exhaustion hit you hard. Your breaths came deep and heavy, every movement weighed down by fatigue. Still, you couldn’t help but marvel at the destruction you had unleashed with Coreiseuse.

And that was not all. 

The moment Coreiseuse flew into your hands, your mind was flooded with knowledge and memories that hadn’t been there before. It was as if missing pieces suddenly clicked into place. They didn’t feel like memories exactly, but more like truths—feelings of who you truly are, where you came from, and what you are.

And then there was your friend—the one who called himself someone close to you.

He said his name would reveal itself to you in time, because deep down, you had always known who he was.

And who you truly are.

You suddenly heard the door being ripped open. Grimlock and Swoop ran through, having been freed from their traps. 

“(Name)! Are you alright?!” Swoop ran up to you before seeing the destruction you made. 

“Woah! What happened over here?” he asked.

“Did you do that? We heard a loud explosion and all the systems went down,” he questioned. 

You sighed, not even sure how to explain it. 

“Where is Shockwave?” Grimlock looked around. 

“He escaped. After I took control of this sword, I… well… this happened,” you motioned toward the destruction. 

“Well… if it's that powerful. I guess it will help us out in the long run. We found a good amount of energon to bring back as well,” Swoop stated. 

“That’s not all… This blade… Shockwave said it belonged to the Harbinger of War,” You looked at the blade in your hand. 

“The Harbinger of War? You mean one of Unicron’s children?” Swoop questioned, slightly baffled. 

“And the voice that led us here... he said it rightfully belongs to me, and the reason I keep coming back to life. I…” you hesitated.

A tear slid down your cheek, the realization weighing heavily on your mind.

“I might not be a cybertronian at all,” you exclaimed. 

“I’m suddenly aware of everything, why I came back, who the voice is, yet I also feel like I know nothing,” you said. “I…don’t know what’s going on with me,” 

Grimlock and Swoop looked at each other, unsure how to react. 

“Hey… uh… how about we grab the energon and return to base? Let’s try to sort this out there. Can you stand ?” Swoop asked softly. 

You tried to stand, pushing yourself up, but your legs were weak and exhausted, nearly giving out beneath you. Swoop caught you just in time and supported your weight.

“Woah! Easy! Whatever you did, it took a toll on you, didn’t it?” he asked. 

 “Sorry… I know I promised not to drag you down, but… I can’t help it,” you said, glancing at Grimlock. 

Grimlock huffed. “(Name)... one of us, “ he uttered, and then suddenly picked you up. You nearly yelped out of surprise, wrapping your other arm around his shoulder as he effortlessly carried you on his one arm. “And dinobots… do not leave their own behind,” he said as he started walking out of the room, carrying you on his arm. 

Swoop followed. “Whoa! Kind of an improvement from the big guy, “ he grinned. 

“But Grim’s right. You are one of us now. And whatever is going on with you, don’t worry about it. We help you figure it out, just like how you helped us,” Swoop said.

“Right, Grim?” he glanced at the bigger bot.

Grimlock only grumbled as he kept walking.

You showed a soft smile. “Thank you… “You said. 

“Any time, buddy. Besides… you got someone like Shockwave run away with his tailpipe between his legs. I say you are more than welcome to stick with us,” Swoop grinned. 

You then let your friends carry you out of the facility after retrieving the energon. Though you still felt overwhelmed by everything, you felt safe. And whatever lay ahead in your future, you knew that with Grimlock and the others by your side, you would be fine.

[floofyfungi]

"...Megatron has already taken his life, his trine, his species, and his home..."

Does star mean this in a sense that megatron started the war witch because of witch Vos is destroyed, they can no longer have sparklings or does it talk about some future event?

That line references the past. Starscream is the reason his trine joined the Decepticons thousands of years ago. The reason they fell under Megatron's command. Every pain Thundercracker and Skywarp have suffered under Megatron is partly Starscream's fault. Starscream knows this, even if he will never admit it.

Modern Cybertron is a toxic, lifeless wasteland. Even a short journey across its surface is to court death. The Great war between the Autobots and the Decepticons resulted in the dimming of the All Spark, so no more sparklings. Seekers, and every other race of Cybertron, are doomed to extinction. Regardless whether the Autobots or Decepticons win.

Starscream doesn't blame Megatron for starting the war. But he does blame him for not ending it. For allowing the conflict to spiral so out of control it has cost him, and their species, everything. Four thousand years later, Starscream's entire life is the Decepticons, and Megatron. He has nothing left to give.

Except Alexis.

And Starscream will eat his own spark before he let's Megatron take her too.

[blackstoneprime]

Found

The once-thriving planet of Cybertron lay in ruins, its landscape scarred and barren. The Decepticons, led by Megatron, had launched a devastating assault on their homeworld, seeking to eradicate the Autobots and claim the planet as their own.

As the dust settled, Soundwave, the Decepticons' loyal communications officer, patrolled the desolate wasteland, his advanced sensors scanning for any signs of Autobot survivors. His footsteps echoed through the stillness as he navigated through the rubble-strewn streets.

Suddenly, Soundwave's sensors picked up a faint, pitiful wail. He followed the sound to a nearby crater, where he found a small, sparkling Autobot. The sparkling's black plating was marred by scratches and dents, but its red, silver, and golden highlights still shone brightly in the fading light. Its golden optics gleamed with a mixture of fear and desperation as it gazed up at Soundwave.

The sparkling's wails grew louder, more insistent, as it reached out with a tiny, trembling hand. Soundwave's expression remained impassive, his processor racing with the implications of this discovery. He knew that Megatron would stop at nothing to eliminate any remaining Autobot survivors.

As Soundwave presented the sparkling to Megatron, the Decepticon leader's expression changed from one of contempt to curiosity. He examined the sparkling's design, noting the distinctive black plating with red, silver, and golden highlights.

"Soundwave, this sparkling bears the markings of the ancient Primes," Megatron said, his voice filled with a mix of fascination and calculation. "Specifically, the lineage of Onyx Prime, one of the Thirteen."

Megatron's gaze narrowed as he accessed the ancient Cybertronian archives, seeking more information about the sparkling's heritage. After a moment, he looked up, a cunning glint in his eye.

"This sparkling is the son of Obsidian Prime, a direct descendant of Onyx Prime. His name will be Blackthorn, and he will be spared... for now."

Megatron's words were laced with an undercurrent of menace, but for the time being, Blackthorn was safe. The Decepticon leader's decision to show mercy was likely motivated by a desire to exploit the sparkling's noble lineage for his own purposes.

As Megatron reached out to take Blackthorn from Soundwave, the sparkling's golden optics watched warily, unsure of what fate had in store for him.

Megatron's expression remained stern, but for a fleeting moment, a hint of surprise flickered in his eyes. Soundwave, on the other hand, remained impassive, his face a mask of neutral curiosity.

The cooing sound from Blackthorn seemed to break the tension, and Megatron's gaze softened ever so slightly. He looked at Soundwave, and for a moment, they shared a silent understanding.

"Soundwave, see to it that Blackthorn is provided with the necessary care and nourishment," Megatron instructed, his voice a shade less menacing. "We will... observe his development, and determine the best course of action for his future."

As Megatron handed Blackthorn over to Soundwave, the sparkling wrapped his tiny arms around Soundwave's arm, holding on tightly. Soundwave's expression remained neutral, but he carefully cradled Blackthorn in his arms, ensuring the sparkling's safety.

[shychangling]

One wish I have as a transformers fan is to get Combatron in depth. If it is a blasted wasteland I am thinking Mad Max meets Transformers, if not a blasted wasteland than a world with cultural beliefs very similar to Beast Wars Dinobot’s.

OH MAN SERIOUSLY I really need to get my hands on the book that apparently has a short story about it. I wanna know about King Atlas more and his abduction by Unicron.

I wanna know more about UT Whirl and his loyalties. I wanna know about the war there were things that went to shit the moment they lost their king.

I wanna reaaaad it.

Its such a shame it never made it to the Cybertron cartoon.

Honestly Dinobot would be perfect to place in either Jungle Planet (which I am calling Animatron) or Combatron if he was a UT character.