#we're all brothers in primus

[hoistsautobody]

I realized something...

[raileurta]

Crack Dad Unicron idea

Miko: Hey when The One created you guys he just said ”You are the gods of destruction and creation. Good and evil.” He didn't specify which ones you were right?

Unicron: That is correct child.

Miko: So theoretically you could be the creation god?

Unicron: Ha that is preposterous, I have destroyed many worlds and killed many. How could I be anything but the destruction god?

Miko: Well from what I learned from the bots the Cybertronian population never went above 10 million and there's like only a thousand different species on your planet. While here on Earth humans number in the billions and there's like 8 million different species living about. We still haven't discovered them all and keep finding new ones practically every week. So you have created more life, varied life too then Primus did.

Unicron: Well-

Miko: Then when the Cybertronian war broke out Primus didn't interfere at all leading to the near extinction of your species. You guys can't even reproduce to get your numbers back up because Primus designed you so you could only be made by the allspark. Which you guys can't use 90% of the time, this is like a huge design flaw honestly. Even when you were trying to destroy the allspark he still didn't interfere. Optimus had to die because of that. Primus indirectly and directly caused many more deaths than you did.

Miko: And the whole planet eating thing? The only planet you had eaten with life was at the amoeba stage. Everything else we're just dead worlds. Yeah you wanted to consume the galaxy but you didn't and eventually decided to stop trying to do that when you learned about humans. You than are now trying to better your creations to lead them onto the right path. That's more than could be said for your brother.

Miko: Plus you can't have creation without breaking things down. Like plants have to what's the word.. de- dim

Raf: Decompose?

Miko: Yeah that! Plants have to Decompose stuff to live and make many more lives. Things breaking down is an essential part of the ecosystem. Animals then break down them and predators eat them to also break down then when those animals die then the plants break them down. Boom life cycle.

Miko: So from where I'm standing you're the creation God. I won't deny your probably the evil one but hey destruction isn't inherently evil and creation isn't inherently good.

*Unicron is now having an existential crisis*

Autobots: ……

Optimus: (⁠ ;⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ;)

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Miko doesn't actually believe anything she is saying, she just wants to mess with Unicron and the Autobots.

[dragqueenstarscream]

https://www.tumblr.com/dragqueenstarscream/783581669692227584/head-empty-only-thinking-about-cliffcee-having-a

Honestly the moment cliff starts to show I can see Arcee just...not letting that mech leave the berth for a long while. The swell of his stomach, any body changes, it all drives her feral. Its pretty much like a repeat of when they decided to have kids and Arcee wanted to be sure it would take, but now with more 1000% body worship.

this inspired me so much that i had to write a little something for it.

contains: mechpreg (duh), established relationship, so much fluff good lord, like a cotton candy factory exploded level of sweetness and fluff, body worship, some kinkiness mixed in there

arcee couldn't keep her servos off of him.

ever since she and cliffjumper had begun trying for a sparkling, she'd become very physically affectionate, always sneaking in hugs or possessively wrapping an arm around cliff's waist, as if showing off her claim over him. now that cliff had gotten properly sparked, hardly a moment went by that she wasn't touching him in some way.

and cliffjumper loved every moment of it.

he knew his body would change if he got sparked. he had anticipated that. but now that his body had activated carrier protocol, he'd really begun to notice the changes. his hips had gotten wider, his thighs were noticeably thicker, and, of course, his belly was steadily swelling as their sparkling - an excitable little two wheeler, just like his sire - grew within his forge.

if cliff were honest with himself, he found his changing body sexy in a way he couldn't have imagined before this.

and he knew arcee felt the same way.

the two of them were snuggled up together in their shared berth, and arcee's servos wandered over his whole body, rubbing the outside of his thighs and playfully squeezing his hips. they especially lingered over his belly, arcee's optics lighting up with admiration as she felt for their sparkling.

"he gets excited whenever he hears you, you know," cliff chuckled. "i mean it. talk to him. he'll start kicking."

arcee looked back down to cliffjumper's belly, a small smirk on her face. humoring him, she said, "hey, little guy. you're getting pretty big in there, aren't you?"

sure enough, as soon as the sparkling heard arcee's voice, he began eagerly kicking, even reaching out a tiny servo. cliffjumper felt his voice catch in his vocalizer as his belly fluttered, grinning like a fool as his conjunx, the sire of his child, the love of his life, spoke to their little one.

"he's gonna be a handful," cliff smiled. "i think daredevil's gonna be a lot like his sire."

arcee turned to give cliffjumper a deadpan look. "we're not naming our kid daredevil," she said plainly, which made cliffjumper laugh.

"oh, come on, it'd be perfect for him!" he protested.

"we might have to go back to the drawing board on that," arcee said, shaking her head, though she had a smile on her face as she moved to kiss cliff, who eagerly returned the kiss.

"primus, you're so sexy like this, cliff," arcee groaned, squeezing one of his plush thighs. "makes me wanna put another baby in you..."

cliff couldn't hide the shiver that ran through his body. he could already feel his panels heating up, and he knew he couldn't let this opportunity go.

"well, i don't know if that's possible," he said with a casual shrug, "but... it might be worth a try. i think daredevil might like a little brother or sister. what do you think?"

arcee squinted down at cliffjumper, watching him for a few moments, before gripping the back of his helm and pulling him in for a desperate, hungry kiss.

oh yes, cliffjumper could get used to this.

[rwac96]

Why Are We Here? (Transformers Shitpost)

*The Lambo Twins, Sideswipe & Sunstreaker, stand in front of a cliff, a few miles from the mountain where Ark was lodged into*

Sideswipe: *turns to his twin* "Hey, Sunny."

Sunstreaker: * turns to his brother* "Yeah, Sides?"

Sideswipe: "Do you ever wonder why we are here?"

Sunstreaker: *shrugs his shoulders* "It's one of life's great mysteries, Sideswipe. Why are we here? We're the products of a great, powerful robot god fighting against his brother. Though it makes ya wonder if Primus is actually watching over us? Ya know, with a solid plan for us and stuff? And not letting us bum it on a primitive, organic planet. I don't know Sides, but it's the kinda scrap that keeps a bot out of Stasis mode at night."

*Sideswipe blinks at Sunstreaker with confusion, while the yellow Autobot puts on a smug smile*

Sideswipe: "What? No! I mean, why are we out here, on guard duty?"

Sunstreaker: *realization* "Oh..." *embarrassed, putting on a tough face* "Yeah..."

Sideswipe: "Sunny, what's with all that stuff about Primus, Unicron, and all that stuff?"

Sunstreaker: "It sounded better in my head, and it does...while said by me."

Sideswipe: *unconvinced, but concerned* "...Wanna talk about it?"

Sunstreaker: *annoyed* "No."

Sideswipe: "You sure?"

Sunstreaker: "Positive."

Sideswipe: *scratches at his chin* "Seriously, though? Why are we out here? As far as I'm concerned, it's a random canyon, far from any town or anything important."

Sunstreaker: *sarcastic* "I mean, besides our main base and spaceship is here, your guess is as good as mine."

Sideswipe: *annoyed* "Oh, kiss my aft, Sunstreaker!"

Sunstreaker: *chuckles* "Pretty sure ya want Strongarm to do that to your aft."

*Sideswipe tackles his twin, and the brothers begin fighting each other, as Bumblebee and Cliffjumper approach the fighting twins*

Bumblebee: "And they're here, killing each other."

Cliffjumper: "And those glitches wonder why they're on guard duty after breakin' Teletran-One."

[cozzzynook]

Part 4 might as well bring a happy ending to Cliffjumper :D

Between losing his brother then finding out he was sparked had given Cliffjumper a rush of different emotions he thought wasn't possible for one mech to go through. But after a quick cry in the arms of a very grumpy Ratchet, Cliff had started to feel a little better about the whole situation. Even Optimus seemed to be taken back by the news the prime almost seemed to stall when Cliffjumper told him about the sparkling.

Even now the only ones who knew about the bittie was Ratchet, Optimus and of course, Arcee who almost didn't want to believe it until she felt the sparkling's own spark beat with her servo. Letting out a sigh Cliff would sink into the berth a little more, resting one servo on his chest while another draped off the edge of the berth.

"Ugh, I feel terrible...who knew carrying was such a glitch, I feel so heavy already" He grumbled as he turned to look at Arcee who was already crawling into berth with a smile.

"Heh, you think you feel heavy now?" The blue femme teased as he carefully ran one servo down the red mech's chest. "Just wait until their spark merges with their protoform, then you'll feel heavy"

"Primus, I wonder how prime was able to carry us let alone The Matrix at the same time" Shuffling a little further down the berth Cliffjumper sighed lowering his gaze.

"Cliff..." Arcee sighed leaning in to place a gentle kiss on the mech's helm. "You still miss him don't you?"

"Yeah, wish he got to know. He would have been the best Uncle, Cee... I know it" Quickly taking in a deep vent he turned his gaze to look at Arcee again with a somber smile.

Shuffling closer Arcee then rested her helm on Cliffjumper's chest before using one servo to grab hold of his giving a gentle squeeze. "I know too" She then placed a kiss on the red mech's chest hoping to comfort him a little further. "Hey, why don't we name them after Bee? Might be a good way to honour him after all..."

Cliffjumper's optics seemed to brighten a couple of shades as a small smile grew on his lips. "That seems like a good idea, only I have no slagging clue what even comes close..."

Chuckling Arcee pressed her helm to Cliff's giving a warm smile. "Don't worry, I'm sure we'll think of something"

A year passes and everyone is busy crowding outside of the bay eager as they wait for news. Inside the bay Ratchet is busy wrapping a tiny wriggling sparkling in a blanket. "Yes, yes I know its cold little one" Ratchet softly smiled as he quickly handed the bittie to their creators. "Congratulations its a healthy femme"

Scouping up his sparkling into his arms Cliffjumper could only gaze down in pride. The sparkling was a light blue with one red stripe running down from the top of her helm to the base of her spine. Her optics however were a light teal green a rare but beautiful colour.

"Cee, she's perfect. She looks just like you" Cliffjumper smiled as he blinked back more tears.

"She sure does" With a hum Arcee leaned in close placing a gentle kiss on Cliffjumper's cheek before turning to softly nuzzle her bittie.

Clearing his intake Ratchet crossed his arms as he inspected the new creators carefully. "Well, before I leave you three to all bond, have you thought of any designation to give her?"

"We're going to call her Orchard, we thought it might suit her well" Cliffjumper smiled as he nuzzled his daughter before allowing her to wrap a servo around his digit.

"Huh, a little strange but if you think it suits her best, then I won't argue" The medic simply shook his helm before heading for the door. "I'll just be outside if you need me"

"Thank you Ratchet"

"Anytime"

(Bonus: Orchard is named after the Blue orchard mason bee, one of the few species of blue bees :D)

Aaahh this is so cute!! Also i’m so sorry i forgot bee was his brother in this one 😭

[whatwooshkai]

HOME STRETCH!!! 21 like the strangely high American drinking age!

"I hate you," Blades mutters.

Quickshadow doesn't dignify that with an answer.

They've been stuck below ground for maybe a few hours now. Blades had spent the first hour panicking, the second hour sleeping off the exhaustion, and from then on the hours started to blur as he woke up and immediately started moping.

Quickshadow grimaces at the taste of dirt as she licks her claws clean, before going back to attacking the cave wall. Their comms are blocked from this far down, and there's absolutely no way the other rescue bots are picking up their signals. She can only hope that they saw exactly where the ground had opened up beneath her and Blades and are digging accordingly.

But they've also been down here a while, so that might be a stretch.

"You could help, you know," Quickshadow snaps, deciding Blades doesn't deserve grace anymore. Sure, he's a flier trapped who knows how deep underground and clearly isn't taking it well, but sitting in the corner pouting most certainly isn't helping anyone. "You do have claws."

Blades doesn't answer, so she keeps pressing. "If you actually want to get out of here, we must work together, you know-"

"Primus, you sound just like Hot Spot," Blades snaps, and Quickshadow pauses out of pure confusion.

Who is Hot Spot?

"'Oh, we're brothers, we're a team'," Blades mocks, and Quickshadow gets the distinct feeling that Blades isn't really talking to her anymore. "'The power of love and friendship and we have to stick together' and look where that got us!" He heaves a vent, putting his face in his hands. "No. No, he was right, we should've stuck together. Maybe then they wouldn't all be dead."

Quickshadow's interest is piqued, that's for sure. She's always been partial to mysteries, and enforcer training certainly doesn't help.

But this brings up a whole host of questions. Normally "brothers" is a term used for split-sparks and gestalts, though he fondly calls his team that. Was Blades part of a gestalt? Are they all dead besides him? She thought he didn't participate in the war, what could've possibly happened?

"Who is all dead?" she asks, and Blades meets her with a glare, but no answer, so she presses. "Were you part of a gestalt? A combiner team? I thought you never saw war, but all combiners were drafted right away, weren't they-"

"SHUT UP!"

Quickshadow's mouth snaps shut. Blades is glaring at her with more force than she thought him capable of, his rotors raised angrily and threateningly.

"All bots like you ever do is ask questions!" he screams, voice reverberating off the walls of the cave. "'What did it feel like'? 'Cause of death'? 'Maybe you'd like to come into the lab so we can study you'! 'Are you sure you felt him die'? All these motherfucking questions and I still don't know anything!"

Quickshadow opens her mouth to say something, anything, but Blades is whirling on her again. "Shut up!" he shouts. "I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear it," he mumbles over and over, like a mantra, sinking down to the ground and pulling his knees to his chassis.

Quickshadow blinks. Something about what Blades was saying is ringing a bell in her processor, but she can't quite put a digit on it. There's some story, maybe something she heard in a break room or passing a mech on the street, something about a murder, or maybe a series of murders, having to do with a gestalt... but she can't quite remember.

Wasn't there a kidnapping case as well? Naturally forming gestalts were extremely rare, of course when the war broke out Autobots and Decepticons would want to have combiners on their teams.

Maybe I could look into it for you, she almost wants to say. I could get access to some old files. Maybe deep in my memory banks, there's something that could help you.

I want to help you.

"You don't hate me," is what comes out of her mouth.

"...No."

Quickshadow returns to digging.

[blade-liger-4ever]

Hi Blade my friend I hope you are faring well, I, was wondering why you hate Transformers Animated so much? I did love it but I can see your point about not having Primus in it

Because it mocked the characters remorselessly.

Optimus went from this pinnacle of goodness on par with Galahad to a glorified Peter Parker but with 0% of the charm. He was a washout, was basically Joe blow off the street who made mistake after mistake while consistently blowing his lid at virtually everyone. Optimus is this pillar of virtue we're supposed to aspire to be, not the Everyman who we can relate to. We relate to Optimus through his paternal masculinity and his virtues, not him being "an ordinary guy". That's what the others are for.

Bumblebee is supposed to be the adorable selfless bean, not a bratty kid who shouldn't have even been in the Elite Guard. He had more purpose in TFP than TFA, and contributed far more to the conversation than his self-absorbed aft ever did in TFA. All he did there was disobey orders, goof around, and overall be useless.

Bulkhead in TFA was an insult to men in general. He's the giant, stupid klutz who can't add 2+2, then by some miracle can create Space Bridges out of wholecloth? No, get lost, that's every single playground idea of how boys are.

Ratchet was practically a heartless grump of an old man. I don't care that it inspired TFP Ratchet, that was just disturbing to see from him.

Prowl......I can't begin with Prowl without thinking of all the worshipping fans of his. Like, your ideas for him are something you lot hivemind-ed in the first place, and now you all hivemind that TFA Prowl is the greatest thing since sliced bread? Pits of Kaon no, get lost with your psychopathic take AND your stock ninja warrior sack of crap. The real Prowl, as was presented in G1 ('Cause guess what, fraggers, you wouldn't have all your darling BS without it) was a normal guy who knew how to have fun in his offtime. Keep your headcanons to yourself, especially when they're that toxic.

And Elita, oh my gosh....

If not for TFOne's existence, I'd ask how you could mess up such a perfect woman.

Like she was her own character, her own history, EVERYTHING! And YOU COMBINED HER WITH AN EIGHT-LEGGED FEMME FATALE?!?!?!

Get the heck outta this franchise, whoever snorted cocaine and came up with that. You are a gutterbrained sack of potatoes, without the nutrients.

And then it's all just the crappy, postmodern "God isn't real, nothing has any actual meaning [evidenced by how Sparks hold no meaning beyond bringing what amounts to glorified mannequins to life], so do whatever you want without worrying about consequences, because they don't matter in our atheistic world!"

All this is disgusting and an insult to the franchise and to God, and the people who made it in the first place. I mean imagine how you'd feel if the character that is the legacy of your older brother was manhandled like Optimus was in the show. How happy would you be? And if not in TFA, you'd have to be heartbroken over what happened to him in Rise of the Beasts.

The only worthwhile thing out of that show was Blitzwing. He was actually well done, and he was the only good thing to come out of the show, at least after the Elite Guard (and even then, that was preceded by the end credits finally rolling.)

Everything else, especially the degradation of the Prime rank and Matrix of Leadership?

There's your door, take it before I throw you out.

[theweirdestroller]

Alt Modes and Trust Falls

Last of my posted chapters! This one's the long one and my favorite of the three so far!

Sunstreaker loved his twin, he really did. Sure they fought each other and bickered like school children, but the two of them were the only constant they had throughout their lives. But if Sunstreaker had to spend one more minute listening to Sideswipe and Strongarm bicker, he was going to find a way to build a spacebridge back home and ditch every last one of these bots he was stuck with. Though he did have to admit, it was funny watching Strongarm drop his arrogant brother not once, not twice, but three times before Sideswipe insisted he do the catching. The carmine miscreant was well within his rights to drop her at least once, she didn't need to be so loud about it.

Sunstreaker could have stayed at the scrapyard. He did not need to be here for this. The only reason he was here was because Sideswipe went through the bridge in the museum and Sunstreaker unfortunately couldn't function without him. This meant the smarter twin was stuck hunting Decepticons until he could find a way back home. Which was hopefully sooner rather than later, because it had only been two days and Sunstreaker was losing his mind.

So he was stuck with trust falls. Given that him, Sideswipe, and Strongarm made a trio, they were taking turns. He caught Sideswipe, only because he didn't want to hear his brother's complaining if he didn't. And then it was Strongarm's turn to catch the scarlet menace. She did not catch him. And then he didn't catch her. Sunstreaker hated this planet.

"If you guys aren't going to shut up, I'm leaving." Sunstreaker muttered nowhere near loud enough for the duo to hear him. They continued trying to kill each other. Sunstreaker got up from where he was seated and started heading back to the junkyard. He had hardly made it a few steps when he bumped into... Grimlock? Bumblebee? Well, it sure was both of them. Looked like their trust falls were far more successful than the one that had devolved into a fight.

"Don't leave just yet, Sunstreaker," Bumblebee spoke up from Grimlock's arms. "And you two!" The Autobot called, gaining the attention of Sideswipe and Strongarm. "Knock it off. These exercises are important,"

"Yeah! Why can't you guys take anything seriously!" Grimlock backed Bee up.

Sunstreaker felt the bubbly feeling in his spark from Sideswipe and laughed along with his twin and Strongarm. There was something so unserious about being lectured from someone being carried bridal style. The artist remained stuck in the throes of laughter even after Bumblebee was ungracefully deposited on the ground.

"If we're gonna work together to recapture all the escaped Decepticons, we have to learn to trust each other." The three younger bots quieted down.

"If it means anything," Sunstreaker said as he stepped away from Sideswipe, who was surely planning on leaning on him. "I trust Sideswipe"

"Aww! Sunny! I knew you cared!" 

"I take it back."

"I trust Sideswipe too, Lieutenant." Strongarm gained the attention of both twins. "To mess up." Sunstreaker could not get away from Sideswipe fast enough. The cardinal twin flung himself at Strongarm and the two were fighting again.

It was a mercy from Primus when there was the beep of an incoming comm. Sunstreaker was pretty sure that Strongarm couldn't hear it, given how she had busted her comm unit when Sideswipe dropped her. At the very least, the sound got everyone's attention.

::Fixit to Bumblebee, Strongarm, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, and Grim- Grim- Grim-:: Despite only knowing the mini-con for a couple days, Sunstreaker was quite familiar with Fixit's verbal glitch already. And was quite possibly the only bot who didn't care about it. 

"Go ahead Fixit,"

:: Can you circle back to the scrapyard? There's something I need to show you ::

Sunstreaker took the opportunity and pushed past Bumblebee, immediately transforming into his sleek, hovering alt, and speeding straight to the scrapyard without waiting for another word from anyone.

--

Sunstreaker knew that he would be the first back. Not only was he the only one on the team who didn't have a completely grounded alt, he was also the fastest in general. Faster than Sideswipe, faster than Strongarm and Bumblebee, and certainly faster than Grimlock. Sunstreaker drove in a few lazy donuts before transforming and walking over to the command center where Fixit was typing away at the console. The mini-con looked up when he heard Sunstreaker's approaching footsteps.

"Are the others not with you?"

"Nah. Too slow," Sunstreaker wandered into the command center, made sure to both ignore and avoid the humans, and looked at Fixit's screen over the mini-con's shoulder. "Whatcha got there?"

"It's a-" Bumblebee, closely followed by a red blur and blue and white blur, sped into the scrapyard. The three transformed at the foot of the command center. There was a pause as the trio realized Grimlock was not close behind them.

It took a couple more minutes for the dinobot to catch up, but he eventually lumbered into the scrapyard and joined everyone else for Fixit's news.

"What do you have for us, Fixit?" Bumblebee asked after ensuring all the bots were present.

"Search instruments have located a cluster of fugitive signals near here, and it appears there might be intact stasis pods as well," Fixit typed away at the console. Bumblebee sighed.

"Some easy captures might be nice,"

"So long as you don't bring me. From what I heard of the first one, it would not be pleasant." Sunstreaker grumbled as he crossed his arms. He was sure Sideswipe was about to say something in response when there was the sudden crackle of static.

::Mayday! Mayday!:: The transmission got the immediate attention of everyone present, humans included. ::This is the captain of oil tanker Windward off coast of Crown City. We are under attack by what appears to be a shark, but it's bigger than any I've seen. And it looks to be made of metal::

"Decepticon." Strongarm growled.

"Duh," Both twins said at the same time. They didn't spare each other a glance.

::My crew has evacuated to lifeboats. Please send assistance immediately!:: Fixit rapidly typed in a seemingly random code into the console and pulled up a list filled with a variety of different Cybertronians.

"The Alchemor's prisoner manifest lists a sharkticon aboard."

"So we're off Con hunting again?" Sideswipe asked. Sunstreaker mumbled something under his breath. He had just finished cleaning all the dust and dirt out of his joints from his last drive on this planet and was not looking forward to having to do so again so soon.

"No. Grimlock and I are going Con hunting." Bumblebee sighed again as he looked over the three younger bots. He turned to the humans. "Denny, do you have a boat Grimlock and I could tow to the water?"

"Take your pick!" Denny gestured to a pile of near identical and all equally small boats.

"Sir! You and the dinobot?" Strongarm whispered.

"Grimlock proved to me earlier today that he can be trusted in a field situation that requires teamwork." Sunstreaker let out an amused snort at Strongarm's offended face and Sideswipe's relatively unbothered shrug. Serves them right. "You two will check out those fugitive signals. Together." Welp. Sunstreaker better say good bye to his twin now. With luck they won't join the Well together. Eternity with Sideswipe did not sound fun.

"You guys all have fun with that," Sunstreaker was about to walk away, he wanted to spot some wildlife. Earth animals looked so much less unsettling than its dominant species.

"Actually, Sunstreaker. I have a mission for you too," The golden bot paused mid-step. "You need an Earth alt-mode,"

"No." Sunstreaker growled out. "Absolutely not."

"If you're seen by humans-"

"I'm not going to be."

"Bumblebee, maybe we shouldn't-" Sideswipe tried to butt in. Sunstreaker didn't need it.

"Zip it, Sideswipe." He turned his ire back to Bumblebee. "I'm fine. I've been fine."

"You haven't left the scrapyard," Sunstreaker bristled.

"I have and I've been fine," Bumblebee paused for a moment, but wisely chose not to address that particular tidbit of information.

"You can not join missions until you have one." The longer this conversation got, the sterner the older bot became.

"What if I don't want to join?" Strongarm was surely going to say something at that point, but Bee cut her off.

"Stay with Fixit and get an alt." Bumblebee turned to Grimlock, who had chosen a boat and was trying to ignore the argument. "Grim, we're leaving,"

"Actually," Fixit spoke up. "I have one last thing for you," The mini-con flung a capture device at Bumblebee, he caught it with ease. Sunstreaker stalked off before he could hear what was up with that.

--

It took a while before Sunstreaker heard everyone else leave. He waited until there was no chance of anyone returning before he made his way back to the command center. Fixit was fiddling with something, nothing that the canary twin cared about.

Once he was standing close enough, Sunstreaker cleared his throat, gaining Fixit's attention.

"I need help finding an alt."

"Oh! I have some perfect cars for you to scan if-" Danny had started talking, but sadly went ignored.

"Fixit? Will you accompany me?" The orange mini-con looked positively delighted.

"You want me to come with you? To look for an alt?" Fixit was already rolling up next to Sunstreaker. "There's a great selection here in the scrapyard, I'd love to help you find the right one!"

"Not what I meant. Bee said I had to stay with you." The two made their way to the exit of the junkyard. "So we're going hunting." And they disappeared into the forest.

It was somewhat tempting to simply transform and ditch Fixit, but Sunstreaker thought better of it. The mini-con wasn't actively getting on his nerves, nor was he particularly annoying. In fact, he may just be the most tolerable on this entire miserable planet.

"Where's the nearest major road?" Sunstreaker asked, arms crossed as he scanned their surroundings. Fixit pulled out his datapad and read it over. "It's three miles feast- creased-" The mini-con banged his arm against his chest. "East! Of here," Sunstreaker gave Fixit a small nod and started walking. He was going slow, letting Fixit keep up, and kept quiet. It wasn't that Sunstreaker didn't like talking to people, but moreso that he didn't know how. Sideswipe was the one that started conversations, and he always made sure Sunstreaker could join in if he wanted to. Sunstreaker thought it best that Sideswipe wasn't here though. Fixit followed, rolling right next to the golden bot. He too remained silent for a while. The only noises to be had were from the forest around them. And then Fixit started to whistle. Sunstreaker didn't mind, he was as fond of music as he was of art. Music really was just a different kind of medium if you thought about it. One that Sunstreaker couldn't use himself but was delighted when he saw it applied correctly. The melody was something familiar, but the memory of it was faded with time. Sunstreaker knew he had heard it before, but had no idea when, or even what it was called.

"What song is that?" Sunstreaker asked.

"I..." Fixit thought for a moment. "I don't know," He looked up at Sunstreaker. "Do you?"

"Maybe. It's... It feels important."

The two continued walking in silence. And that was how it stayed for the remainder of the three miles.

Once they reached their destination, Sunstreaker found a cluster of trees to hide behind. A safe enough distance to not be spotted, but also close enough for observation and scanning.

The road was busy, bustling, cars going to and from the city at 60 or so miles an hour. Some were clunky pieces of junk, comparable to those at the scrapyard. Some were newer, shinier, stronger frames. But Sunstreaker was waiting for something perfect.

"What are we looking for?" Fixit asked as he peeked from behind a rather small sapling.

"Something shiny. Fast. Preferably better than Sideswipe's,"

"We may be here a while."

--

And so they were. It was well into the afternoon by the time Sunstreaker saw anything that caught his eye. He was bored, Fixit looked less cheery as well. The mini-con had started entertaining himself with dirt and rocks some time ago. That had happened some time after Bumblebee had commed for information about sharkticons. Sunstreaker wasn't really paying attention when that happened.

"There," Sunstreaker whispered. It was a sleek car, low to the ground. The one speeding past was a pleasing shade of navy blue, but once Sunstreaker scanned it and-

The young bot transformed and an exact duplicate, with the vehicle now in a shining gold.

"Amazing!" Fixit said once he realized what happened. "That's the perfect alt!" Sunstreaker transformed again.

"Isn't it?" He cataloged all the new kibble from the more human design of his alt. The wheels were new and definitely going to take some getting used to. And the doors. Sunstreaker's Cybertronian alt didn't have functioning doors like most other bots, which made his transformations simpler. But now? He could feel two little door nubs on his back. A new and uncomfortable kibble he'd have to get used to. They didn't even really move and wiggle like others he'd seen. Where did the rest of the doors go? He didn't care to find out at this second. That was a problem for later.

"Ready to head back?" Fixit asked. "The hawk-talk-" Sunstreaker gave the mini-con a nudge that he hoped was more gentle than the usual method. "Walk! Thank you. The walk back is a bit long, and I think the others are done with their missions," Sunstreaker smirked.

"I have a better idea,"

--

Sunstreaker sped into the scrapyard, getting a feel for his new alt. Fixit was securely in the passenger seat, enjoying the ride. And just in time too. The others had all clearly finished up their missions. Both Sideswipe and Strongarm were miraculously not dead, and Grimlock looked pleased, which meant he caught the sharkticon.

"Woah! Sunny! Your alt is sick!" Sideswipe ran up to his brother. "Where'd you find something like that in the scrapyard?"

"I didn't." Sunstreaker looked far too proud of himself.

"I thought I told you to stay with Fixit," Bumblebee scolded.

"And he did, sir!" Fixit piped up. "I made sure that he stayed safe!"

"Uh... Good job, then. I guess," Bumblebee went off in the same direction as Grimlock, likely to help him secure the newest captured Decepticon.

"I wish I had thought of leaving to get my alt," Sideswipe whined.

"Nothing's stopping you from scanning a new one," Sunstreaker quipped back as he left to go get some much wanted down time. Maybe he'd hang out with Fixit. The guy was a welcome break from everyone else.

Masterpost goes down here now!

[blackcatcoalitionband]

Hi There!

You want some links?

We got ya Tik Toks and ya YouTubes and ya Instagrams,

We got Blue Skies and Spotifies, and a silly little Discord...

Oh, and this one might taste a little like Apples.

Oh, and I should mention our lovely photographer. (edit: no matter how many times I add our Tik Tok link, Tumblr removes it automatically, and it turns out that it's because it's automatically registering the link with "mailto:" no matter how many times I remove it, which even the Tumblr code itself knows is not a valid address, and thus removes the link. I will try to figure out how in the fuck to fix this. In the meantime, HERE IS OUR TIK TOK: https://www.tiktok.com/@black.cat.coaliti YOU WILL NEED TO COPYPASTE IT YOURSELF FOR BAD CODE REASONS.)

Check back here in the future for updates, upcoming shows, and FAQs. This post will change often.

Who are we?

I am so glad you asked. We're Black Cat Coalition, a local band to Orange County, California. We self-describe as "post-grunge experimental." You'll have to listen to a couple songs to see what we mean, or come to a couple shows, jam out, and really find out what we mean.

Oh-- wait, you wanted to get to know us. Well, then you'll just have to click that read more button for our individual profiles.

i’m raven, i’m the lead guitarist. my influence stems from a multitude of genres, with bands such as nirvana, RATM, pierce the veil, suicidal tendencies, 200 stab wounds, and so on. i’ve recently gotten super into a few local bands, such as laced and hatespeech. i grew up on punk, hardcore, emo, and grunge. i also have a soft spot for twenty one pilots, who were the first band i truly fell in love with. razz and i had ideas of starting a band in spring of ‘22, but it really started when moose proposed the name “black cat coalition” in the summer. i can also do backflips.

I'm Razz :D I am the Bassist, lyricist and resident dyslexic of the band. I am a lover of all things bass with taking inspo from bands like Muse, Primus, and Cake. I founded Black Cat Coalition in the summer of 2022 with Raven. Fun Fact!! we got our name "Black Cat Coalition" after Moose showed their brother a meme with a lot of black cats and he responded with "what kind of black cat coalition is this D:"

I'm Moose, I'm literally Moose. I'm the lead singer of the band, lyricist, and green. These people are my friends and they love that I'm green

My name is Sage, like the plant. I've been playing drums since December of 2022 for Black Cat Coalition with influences such as Dave Grohl, Insane Clown Posse, and Steward Copeland. As a resident graphic designer; I did not create the Black Cat Coalition aesthetic, I did develop it and I'm the man behind the other social plugs. Fun fact, I became able to perform live after a year of practice!

I'm Zo. I'm the rhythm guitarist, one of our vocalists from time to time, and one of our many lyricists. I also am the main Tumblr blog manager. (Yippee!) I was a late arrival to this band; everyone else here found me at an Asian market cafeteria at random one day and took me in like a lost kitten. I'm the oldest and shortest band member, but also the newest at their instrument. That said, I'm trained in vocal coaching, and my voice is definitely built for styles like jazz and swing. I grew up on bands like Evanescence, Green Day, Avril Lavigne, My Chemical Romance, and a bunch of other early 2000s stuff. Dates me, doesn't it?

[fictionkinfessions]

You know what? I'm angry. Pissed, actually.

The only reasons why I would say I use Twitter are for keeping up with news for my current interests, especially Transformers. It is an excellent way to keep up to date for things like recent toys, TF One tidbits and the occasional beautiful piece of artwork that I stumble upon..

However..

There are.. so many people on that platform that are rather brash about Megatron and Optimus Prime having a close relationship with each other. Not only do they constantly berate those who like the ship, but they always use the reasoning of "incest".

...Do they know what 'brothers in arms' means? Have they even looked at the designs??

They often do this take for the live action Bay movies, but you see an example of actual siblings in them... and they look similar. Not completely different like those versions of Optimus and Megatron. I dare say they're the most different looking versions compared to others and their differences.

I'll be honest, it's kind of... Cybertronian-phobic. If it was said in world where we did exist physically as actual alien beings, we'd take offense to it. Oh, and it's obviously tainted with homophobia as well, especially considering that they mostly bring up Elita as being the better partner for Optimus, which I'll definitely touch on.

This leans more into personal territory, but I really never saw Megatron as a brother, not even a brother in arms. Sure, he mentored me, but that was for friendship that later blossomed into love before wilting away. He always saw me as a close partner, until he couldn't. I did as well. We loved each other dearly, and even after all our conflict, I think we still did deep in our sparks.

But all they say is that it can't be possible. That these two rivals, enemies can't have any close relationship because it goes against the story and has less emotion than if they were friends.

How DARE they.

Yes, I did feel very terrible about losing someone I could consider one of my closest friends.. but most of my despair was about the fact that we could have done so much together as lovers. For Primus' sake, I wanted him as my Conjunx! If we were merely friends or brothers in arms, I would not have been so merciful, fond and kind to him as his enemy.

And then they say that Optimus should be paired with Elita instead.

Well, guess what?

SHE WAS ACTUALLY MY SISTER. WE'RE RELATED!!

Primus, I can't stand some of these people. Maybe I should start blocking them..

- Optimus Prime, Transformers Prime, #🃏💜💗🤡

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[tfunity]

Name, Title: Primus, Almighty Luminescence

Domains: Order, Rocky Worlds, Mechanical Life, Parthenogenesis, Emotional Reactions

Affiliation: Cybertron, Himself

Spark Type: Allspark

Alt: Cyberkey

Weapons of Choice: ARK Gun, Constructs

ID Number: 0

Covenant Notes: (Author EP1)

The first and, eventually, the last. From Primus came all that has a spark or stable form. His chosen children are the Cybertronians, those recorded in this book. Every iron spark, every quartz spark, every diamond spark. We're all from him.

He doesn't deserve any of this. Under that cold, sad stare is someone who only wanted a family. Such a simple, terrible thing to go to war for.

Secrets, Lies, and Other Stuff:

Bound to physicality by the bones of a dead girl in his hands, Primus came into life being used. First to ensure this new, blooming universe was under control and then to provide servants to an existence cut off from the multiverse. And, as his sibling grew, he became a bargaining chip.

In the end, Unicron became something he feared and his Father became someone he hated. Once his Mother was killed, Primus had only his children. Everything was for them. It's easy to just... focus on that. Save them, even if you won't make it.

Design Notes:

Paints self due to his natural plating reminding him too much of his brother. The reasons for that fear should be clear: his shoulder and neck are cracked and damaged, despite his usually impossible healing capabilities. They hurt every second of the day.

As the only Cybertronian who can cry, being technically an Antillian, he has literal tear tracks (as opposed to the mostly symbolic tear tracks of his children). They're charred from his blood, Ambrosia, scorching them most of the day.

Legs are new. Prior to the Q-War, he had nothing below his skirt. Epistemus added them to give him more balance.

Musical References:

[guardian-instincts-bad]

okay none of this is new information but as usual i am thinking about gorrik and arenanet just. really never considered the timeline of his life and the implications of that at all, huh

like, okay, for eod you needed him to have a relationship to ankka and you needed ankka to have connections to the aetherblades, so you threw them both in thaumanova, fine

except. thaumanova. which blew up in 1324.

and no, we don't have a canon age for gorrik. but we know taimi's age, that she was friends with blish, and that blish is older than gorrik

now. taimi didn't know that the brothers had joined the inquest. which means either they'd kept it a secret from her, or more likely, it happened after they lost touch

taimi was born in 1313, meaning that the absolute oldest she could have been when she last saw them, is ten

now sure, taimi skipped a couple years, she's a prodigy even among asura - but age really matters when you're in single digits. for blish to be a friend, rather than a mentor, he can't be much older than maybe four years above her? i'd put that as the reasonable upper limit, they could be closer

(i'd also honestly guess that gorrik is a bit younger than taimi, given a) how much he looks up to blish, and b) that taimi prior to s4 only thought of him as blish's weird little brother, they weren't friends. and again, at that young, age matters - if you're 7, your friend is 10, and his little brother is 8 or 9, your first connection to him is probably not "oh, the little brother", because he's not little to you)

but assuming im wrong on all of that, just going back to our facts, that puts gorrik at the most about 2-3 years older than taimi

which means that the age we're looking at, for joining the inquest, thaumanova, all the stuff with ankka... he was somewhere between 9 and 13. could be even younger but im giving him the benefit of the doubt

gorrik says he never thought about ankka romantically and i believe him, but if there was ever anything there from her side, it was definitely a kiddie's first crush kinda thing, like oh we are a boy and a girl who are best friends clearly this is what romance means

because both of them were so fucking young

god knows spending her teenage years in the aetherblades was not great for ankka's everything, and by the time we find gorrik and blish in bug in the system, they've been working for the inquest for at least 8 years

that's almost half his life, at that point. working for an organisation that the thaumanova fractal and rata primus make incredibly clear does not value the lives of its workers in any way at all - they'll feed you to their latest experiment just for standing there, and gorrik wasn't just keeping his head down and going along with it, gorrik was actively sabotaging their research when he morally disagreed with it

(and this isn't even getting into why they joined the inquest in the first place, which i will bet anything i own on being because of blish's illness and needing the technology to save him)

and to their credit, i do think this comes across in bug in the system! because if you go back to early gorrik, first half of s4, having played through the rest of the story? the difference is shocking, like he is so distrusting and snide and defensive as hell of his brother, he talks like he expects you to attack him or blish at any moment

but then they never do anything with that ever again, and like, i love all the new gorrik content, genuinely i do, but arenanet there are layers to this character that you have entirely forgotten about, and god i wish we had a story that actually explored that

[levy120]

Gorrik and Blish Headcanons (based on LWS4)

What better way to start my gw2 rambling with than some observations and ramblings about the first time we get to meet these two?

The following may contain spoilers for “The First City” “A Bug in the System” + minor mention of “Long live the Lich”

Hypothesis 1:  The Inquest capitalized on the bits from the research they brought in from Fahranur.  Observations:

According to records only one Sample was salvaged. 

In the container (1) Joko is holding it looks like 3 white spheres (eggsacks?)

Mentions of the scarab plague are redacted in reports

Tests on live specimen are being actively run as the player gets involved

Hypothesis 2:  Gorrik and Blish are more tolerated refugees from Fahranur than they are recognized as Crewe in Rata Primus. 

Hypothesis 2.1:  Gorrik (and likely Blish) appear to LIVE secluded in their basement lab. There is a BED there. And dirty Laundry. And Food that would last a single Asura (+ his bugs) for at LEAST a week.

Hypothesis 2.2: That giant Scarab Hologram is probably the core reason they decided to give Gorrik the Holosmith Class :') Observations:

Fun fact: This actively goes against the way I remember this instance from my first time playing because by just reading their dialogues + the circumstance of the invasion, it always felt like they had been chased down there and then corralled. This evidence is in direct opposition to that assumption.

Hypothesis 3:  Gorrik is more at odds with the Rata Primus Crewe than Blish. 

Blish is not “flying under the radar” because of his Golem body, he's the one actively credited/cited in the source Taimi found.

Gorrik himself doesn't show up in the records at all, or only as an unnamed (reluctant!) assistant in a complaint. Taimi learns about him by chance through his distress signal.

Hypothesis 3.1:  The Inquest employs Blish for the research on the new asura gates that don't require a receiving gate. (Hence why Taimi finds his name when she was in Fahranur to be forced to use that technology.)

It's one of the core projects Rata Primus focuses on, and has been one of Blish's fields of study we'll actively get to see him put to use. (As soon as "Forearmed Is Forewarned")

Hypothesis 3.2: The “few dozen liquified specimens" from that complaint are Gorrik's trained bugs.

Fun Observation: The bugs you encounter in his lab follow him around during the evacuation and do make it to the escape ship.

Hypothesis 3.2.1:  Gorrik is not wearing the typical Inquest attire. That means he's either very highly ranked… or - considering his being at odds with their testing, ignored distress messages and reclusive lab - has been dishonored.

Which leads me to...

Hypothesis 4: (and this may be a wild theory, but hear me out)  Gorrik is a bargaining chip to keep Blish motivated to work for Rata Primus.  Think like: “Your brother can keep doing his bug research and thus not get in the way of what we're doing but in return you gotta pull his weight.” It's either that or both of them get expelled while all the research they've been working on stays. 

This theory is based itself on Hypothesis 1 and 3.1 and could be a possible explanation for the observations made in 2.1. and 3.2.1.

Let's discuss. :D

🕷🦂🦋🦟🦗🐜🐝

[dontpetmeibite]

Ravage manages not to spray coolant fizz all over her stepdaughter or her desk. "How is it that you come from a universe where natural reproduction is common and I have to tell you these things? You wouldn't have been possible in our universe for more reasons than one; we're still trying to figure out how to undo what the Quintessons did to the vast majority of the non-Predacon, non-Matrix-bearing population."

She shakes her head. "Okay. So. For the most part, bitlets come from blacksmiths, like Silvermist and Glit. Frozen sparks, forged frames with growth-plates. Sometimes they come out of hot spots too, but a lot of the hot spots are dead. The Quints fucked around with our species and tried to make it so that Primus, in the living body of Cybertron, was the only being who could generate bitlets. But Predacons are called that because we're all wild-type. Anyhow."

She swallows another drink of the fizz.

"Naturally produced bitlets are produced by spark-merging. Two people love each other very very much, so instead of just fooling around with interface arrays and fields and cables, they actually open their chest plates and merge sparks. Sometimes a new spark splits off the merged sparks during merging and if you don't have a blacksmith around to forge a body you've got problems unless one of you has a gestation tank, which are usually only found in Predacons. I do not have one because it was broken when I was a lot younger. But Soundwave does and with the Matrix involved it seems sometimes like it's always on, too."

This is when she'd be blushing if she wasn't painted black, although if Remix has heat sensors on she can probably still tell.

"In order to support natural carrying and help the carrier grow protoform in the gestation tank, it, uh... well. You need to do a lot of sticky-facing, and the carrier has to use their valve. All of the fluids--which carry CNA--go into the construction of the protoform. That is why people who carry naturally and have multiple partners often have bitlets that look as much like their other lovers, and occasionally even a bit more, than they look like their spark-sire. This is why Improv looks like Jazz a lot and Catfish looks like Nautica and why Soundwave would like us to have one with Roddy participating. This is also why people don't always realise Sparkthief is adopted, because he looks an awful lot like Jazz. Viridian and Soundblaster just look like us, but that is because Soundwave's brother made them in a lab, and the fact that one has my frame type and the other Soundwave's, but the outlier powers are reversed, should tell you a lot about Onyx's sense of what I hesitate to call humour."

Ravage isn't sure why telling Remix this is embarrassing.

If she were telling a human, she'd be cackling the whole time watching them freak the fuck out about it.

[inkheart01]

THE GODS WILL NOT GO QUIETLY

A Gladiator and a Paramour. A Scout and a warlords advisor. Friends torn down to Enemies. Martyrs and Makers. Allies reduced to Traitors. And the end of the day, who will question the gods when their toys grow boring?

PT 1- CHAPTER 2

WORDS - 1,468k

CHAPTER 1__CHAPTER 2__CHAPTER 3

“I have never understood where the line is drawn Between sacrifice And self-slaughter.” ― Hilary Mantel

The stands trembled under the combined weight of what seemed to be half of cybertron itself, deafening roars filling the cavernous space. Amidst the crowning crowd, Soundwave found the lith femme amidst the sea of bodies, pink armor hard to escape, especially when she practically hung from the balcony, only the grip of her brother keeping her from falling into the pit below, where two gladiators awaited the carnage to come.

“You know the stakes”, Gridline slunk from the shadows behind him, bouncing on his feet as Ravage slipped up onto the gladiator's shoulders. “You win this match, and your next big fight is against Megatronus. No more filler bots”

“Not that filler matches are bad”, Beacon hovered nervously beside the mech, tapping away at the tablet between her claws. “As time consuming as they are, we need them for the reputation”, she smiled widely up at Gridline, the mech too busy with socializing with the few bots handing over the entrance to care much about the words escaping his partner's ruby mouth. “Ah, well, moving on”, she waved him off, and Soundwave turned to her as she pulled up the complex schedule she had spent hours pouring over. He admired that about Beacon, where Gridline may have been his boss, scheduling fights and collecting payments, Beacon was the mastermind behind it all. She was organized, and while easy to annoy, she rarely let herself indulge in anything other than her work. “You beat Aftershock today and you move up the leaderboard, but remember-”

“It doesn't guarantee him the spot”, Frenzy echoed, smiling toothily.

“Yes, thank you”, Beacon scrunched her brows the the minibot, “Next week, your fighting Cobalt, Overshot and-”

“Oryx!”, the ebony ‘bot nudged his brother, both eying the crowd, and the crimson fighter acting as a wall between the twins. “Apparently he gored his last opponent with his horns!”

“Thank you, Frenzy”, the Femme shooed the two back down the tunnel, muttering as they went on about the last few match-ups. “Yes, yes, Oryx. He’s only a middle class fighter at best”, Beacon hissed, shoulders slumping once the twin minibots were out of earshot. “One competent opponent and he’s getting gored”

“The twins already pissing you off? It's barely been an hour”, Gridline sidled up next to the femme, wary of the talons she had on full display. Soundwave remembered one night, acid rain thick overhead, where she had returned long after curfew, energon staining her claws and a look of righteous fury painted across her faceplate. He had done the research, he knew who she had killed, and if she had wanted the life, Soundwave would have perhaps feared the idea of facing her in the pits. But for the peace of Primus, she had chosen the life of a gladiatorial secretary.

“No, scraphead, i'm not pissed”, Beacon hissed, brown knotting ass he spun to face Gridline. “We're behind schedule because you couldn't stop canoodling!”

“Then let's get moving”, the third member of the team, Strom hauled a heavy crate behind him, wolfish smile splitting his face as he slung an arm around Beacon’s shoulders. “Crowds alive tonight”

“They better be”

Soundwave reached for the box, latches hissing open as Strom ducked out of Beacons range, ducking behind Gridline, and when the gladiator stood, dual blades heavy in each hand, the armorer darted over to his side, pulling a shiny visor from its casing. “One more matchup, big boy, you win this and we say hello to more credits than we've ever dreamed of”

“Is it just about the money for you!”

Before Strom could respond, the lights went dark, and the crown roared. The visor slotted into place easily, locks snapping shut and machinations wiring as beyond its tempered glass, the arena lit up in bolts of vibrant neon, the announcer, zipping around overhead calling for the gladiators.

Soundwave stepped forward, an inky wraith against the light, ahead, Aftershock’s frame rattled with pent up charge, blue eyes searching the visor as hidden behind it, Soundwave found Cavalier, Rumble and Frenzy beside her, the trio shining like a lighthouse with every pass of the overhead neon, body’s painted in intricate patterns, but none so striking as the visor glowing blue across the Femme’s face.

Soundwave would win this fight, not because he had to, but because he wanted too.

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Nemesis was quiet in the gray of a cloudy dawn, engine rumbling softly as her crew roused. Work began early and ended late, the night shift stumbling back to their bunks as the day workers found their stations. It would be another busy day, Soundwave hummed to himself, feeling the static fuzz of his processor rebooting. The mech found sleep to be time consuming, and there was so much work to be done. I'll sleep when I'm dead. The human idioms rattled around in his mind from time to time, and he found that yes, sleep could wait.  

A soft beep reminded the mech of where he was, and what he was doing, the warship's powerful spark pounding above him, and a proud voice echoed down the narrow corridor. “There you are”, From the all-consuming energon glow, Peacemaker emerged, ducking under the arch that towered above him, mighty Forgehammer resting in her hand. “It’s been a while, my son”, The communications officer hung his head, a silent acknowledgement of the passing time. “The forge burns hot today, Nemesis seems to have found time to humour us with her conscious”, Her voice carried power, much like her frame, built tall and wide, and Soundwave feared that, in her ancient age, if she rose to her full height, shoulders squared and back straight, she would rival Megatron. 

At the passing glance of the warlord's name, soundwave relayed the message he had been sent with. “Tell that-”, he had spent the silent walk scrambling the moment his master had called the Forge-keeper a bleeding pile of useless scrap, “-I require more troops”. He also forwent the endless tangent Megatron had gone on, insulting every moment of the Autobots and their continued existence. It was not important, the message clear enough in as little as four words.

“Tell our gracious lord that his troops are already in production”, The forge-master sighed, hammer ringing across the ground as she inched closer. “Though, we both know that isn't why you are down here, is it?”, Of all members of the mighty Cybertronian race, only a select few could ever truly understand the cunning gladiator, and all but one resided secretly aboard the Decepticon warship. “Come, they have missed you”, a sharp pang of guilt raced through his systems, processor momentarily blinded by a pink frame, eyes bright and blue and laughter echoing around in the hidden recesses of his body. And then he pushed the aching ghost away and followed dutifully, mindful of the blistering heat as he shadowed the towering femme through the labyrinth of Nemesis’ mighty spark chamber. It was a beautiful thing, the warship's heart, a small sun glowing blue even in her stasis lock, beating low above the gangways the two walked along. “She tells me things, you know?”, Peacemaker brushed a shining claw against the glass spark, electricity crackling through the air, zipping along her cerulean frame, and in the impending glow, Soundwave almost lost her in the bloom. “Even in her state, she sees far more than even you”. Soundwave remained silent, unseen gaze locked on the sizable chunk at the core of the warship's heart. A piece of the Well of Allsparks, taller than he was and just as wide, and he felt the matching sliver at the center of his own spark cry out, trapped in its cage of steel and forever longing to be returned to its rightful place.

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[simping-on-the-daily]

TWST Characters in Transformers Universe

Combined the two current hyperfixations let's goooo~ References the caste system from IDW, the constructed cold racism and things like mnenosurgery and empurata

Ace: The classic young, reckless Autobot who wants nothing more then to kick Decepticon tailpipe. Didn't actually experience the caste system bullshit; he was born just before the Decepticons did their war crimes and fully declared war. As a result, has no fucking idea what everyone is talking about by 'functionism' and joined the Autobots because 'we're the good guys right' Fucking obsessed with Earth media, probs participates in street racing and a fucking menace

Deuce: Just like Ace, was born just before the Decepticons broke everything the Geneva convention stood for. Tragically got stuck in the wrong crowd, bring influenced by Decepticons who didn't fight for freedom, but rather for sport. They rubbed off of Deuce and he joined the ranks, but he's a good bot at spark; upon realising what he had done was wrong, he joined the Autobots. Sometimes regrets that decision because Primus dammit he really wants to punch Ace and not get in trouble for it, cause opposite sides and shit

Riddle: Now this fucker experienced the caste system all right. Having been led his entire life believing that the Senate was right, he's a stick in the mud. Any stoicism he had was furthered by the trauma of war, where he aligns Autobot, agreeing with the belief that your alt mode defines your purpose in life and fighting against the bots who oppose that belief; the Depcepticons. He gets better though, and sticks by the Autobots now because he knows it's the right thing to do

Leona: Though Leona recognised that Cybertronian society was not all perfect and wanted to help his peers, he was constructed cold, his artificial spark similar to that of the forged Farena, leading people to call them brothers. Alas, CC racism, Farena having a far more better alt mode and Farena already being an extremely important bot made the Senate deem Leona worthless. Leona tried for a long time to fight the system, wearing the Decepticon insignia (not never officially joining), he began to realize that war altered the Decpeticons ideals, making them no longer fight for freedom, and the hope he once had shattered, depression hitting him like a freight train. He's taken to Earth due to their great recharging spots, and is only really close to Ruggie, his only friend from the Decepticon days. Opens up eventually, and though he's not wiping off the badge anytime soon, he promises to keep fellow beast mode Cybertronian Jack safe from all of the shit the war has to offer

Rook: What the fuck is there to say honestly. Rook was an outlier, able to instantly to identify someone's coordinates, whether they were friend or foe, and hunt them down without the need of technological assistance. One could call him neutral, for he only makes temporary trucks with either Bot or Con if he thinks that it'll give him a close optic view of something truly 'beautiful', but his loyalty isn't to either cause. Rather, it's too a person; the imfamous Vil Schoenheit. People mistake him for a member of the DJD due to his vibes and who can blame them

Jamil: Oh dear. Forged right next to Kalim, Kalim's robot form made of ancient Cybertronian jewels and a great alt mode, Jamil's entire life was paved for him. His personal servant, he grew to despise the bot he was forced to serve, even more so at the fact that Kalim wasn't like the Senate; his spark was pure and he approached the world with an optimistic glee. Jamil wished to fight for the Depcepticons, but was too afraid to go against his master at the time. When Kalim joined the Autobots, he dragged Jamil with him, who witnessed numerous Autobots join just so they could show the Decepticons their 'proper place' as slaves and other horrifying concepts, and bots with truly kind Sparks that deserved to live a life untainted by war. Slowly growing more and more cynical, one day he lost it, denouncing the Autobots. The next time Kalim saw him, Jamil bore the Decpeticon insignia.

Ortho: He was once a kind soul, who learned the Cybertronian way by a far more anxious bot; Idia, growing close enough to act like brothers. Once. Tragically, he encountered an empurata'd, vengeful spark who acted like the infamous Sparkeaters, being brutally beaten to death, Idia watching as a medic failed to come in time and his plating turned grey. In his grief, Idia stole a constructed cold protoform, altered the frame and created his own artificial Spark to be in Ortho's likeness, leading to the creation of the new Ortho Shroud. Though officially neutral like his brother, Ortho has become good friends with many Autobots, being an unofficial member of them.

Lilia: One of the first vocal Decepticon supporters, he strongly believed in freedom and wanted to fight for his fellow bots. Tragically, the war trauma fucked him up really bad, and realized that the Decepticons had changed their goal from freedom to tyranny under a different name. He dissapeared mysteriously, believed to have died a legendary death in combat, rumours going on to say he could defeat the DJD without breaking a sweat and numerous other great claims. In truth, he abandoned the Decepticons, taking refuge on Earth, in unofficial custody of the kids he found and has sworn on his spark he'll keep them away from the horrors of war.