#why do you have to do this to me Earthspark

[amebanworld]

First off, thank you so much for sharing. Foreing fans like me hardly have access to all the published matherial about TF, mainly light novels like this one. On the other hand, this story is pure G1 '80s cartoon.

It doesn't question about morals, personal choices or any kind of dichotomy. Good people are just good because of the sake of "being good", and bad people is just because the same sake, even if the main sub-plot of this story is preciselly WHY this happens and what makes us to choice our ideas. Of course, it remains unaswered. At end of the story, when Starscream just remember everything, he just flew away because... potatoes.

Again, typical '80s.

At least, the later comics and series have changed their platform and now, DCos are a political faction with reasonable causes, even if they get lost at certain point.

We see here the same problem that happened in Earthspark (which supposely follows losely G1 cartoon continuity): we say one thing, and we changed for the opposite afterwards. Yeah, right, the same usual TF problem. The funny thing is... this novel just forgets everything related with Starscream's background in G1 cartoon. We do know he wasn't a mean guy before the war, he had another life, he had friends and Skyfire was one (the only one we know, but also there is Genvo in Skybound continuity). But this novel just ignore those facts and plays a plot that is nor ready to answer.

Just in case this would have been a full animation episodie, I'll bet it would be one of the most favorited ones by fans.

And, if this plot would be took seriously in more senses that just "amnesia", but in a more developed setting, it would have been really interesting.

Yet, again, this was beyond '80s cartoon, and Hasbro isn't about the let Starscream to be a "star".

Hello everyone. It has come to my knowledge that not everyone is familiar with Transformers Legends, an anthology book from 2004 where several short stories from different continuities of the transformers universes are told.

One of these stories is called "Redemption Center", taking place in the G1 cartoon universe where Starscream loses his memory and is taken in by the Autobots, while being protected by Optimus the entire time. Since copies of the book in good condition are tricky to come by at a reasonable price, thought I'd scan the pages of Redemption Center and share with you all.

Enjoy!

[lexicorp]

Transformers Earthspark: Another Place, Another Prison

"You missed me, aadmit it, you missed me!" (friggin bill cipher quotes are in my brain)

They're goofy and I needed more of them- They're my favorite dumbasses

Fun lil chapter with a bit of reprieve from the angst. Although Star still is struggling with the sussy bs, The main point is just as the title of the chapter describes. All about finding some distractions. Avoidance and denial are always the best coping mechanisms :3

Previous Chapter: Not All Scars Can Be Welded

First Chapter: The Need For Read

Next Chapter: A Game Of Charades

Chapter 15: Distractions

Once Starscream managed to reach the Terran’s little lab, he began carefully opening the cabinets in search of that energon. He found an assortment of inventions in progress, and organized cashets of parts and tools. Nightshade was actually rather impressive. Wheeljack could certainly learn something from the kid on the matter of structure. That inventor’s workspace had always looked like a typhoon had blazed through any chance Starscream had passed his door in the Academy. 

Eventually, he found the box designated for energon, and flicked open the lid. Of course it was in an Autobot crate. He should have thought of that first, really. Starscream’s focus immediately drifted away from the cubes, and landed on the patches. Those would be far easier to carry, as well as more convenient when he’d likely only purge the liquid variety in his current state. He wouldn’t exactly call that productive. So, he gathered as many of the patches as he could, stuffed a couple sheets of metal he found in their place, and covered it with the remaining patches before sealing the crate again. 

Starscream once again found the need to trace the perimeter on the journey back to his room. It was ridiculous that his leg and helm were continuing to put up such a fuss, but no matter. He was still plenty capable of achieving this minor victory of hiding away his little stash of energon. He could perhaps even periodically gather more bit by bit to increase it without them knowing. That’d be at least something to quell his nerves. 

Once all was in its place, he stumbled again as he stood, but pushed himself up stubbornly and glanced out the doorway. Starscream chuckled darkly at the fleeting revelation of how much this reminded him of those vorns on the Nemesis. Getting crippled by Megatron, limping across the halls, hoarding bits of energon. It was quite the classic it seemed. One that never ceased to humiliate him. Although a fact that has only proved his superior resilience. This was nothing he couldn’t handle.

“Confident now, aren’t we?” Meridian quipped and projected the insight that he was most certainly mocking Starscream’s previous statement towards the humans.

Starscream tightened his grip around the doorframe. “Yes. Actually. Now silence. I have no need for your petty interference.” He attempted to move towards the exit, but found his servo locked in place with a wave of disorientation as his optics flickered. He stumbled against it to prevent himself from falling, and put his other servo to his faceplate in a futile effort to stop those images from infecting his processor. 

When he finally got his optics to work in some semblance of clarity again, Mandroid was right in his faceplate, with an expression filled with contempt while still managing to look unimpressed. It was disgusting. “For someone with such a disgraceful record as yours, you have nothing to prove yourself worthy of such credence. You were notoriously ruthless in the war, and even if you fought beside these…Terrans, against me once, you clearly only know how to continue to destroy all that surrounds you. Why stop now? Why not give in to your nature?”

“Shut up.”

“Do you honestly believe that you can show your face up there and talk to them like you don't have a kill count in the thousands, with even more personal betrayals to speak of? Perhaps you could start a conversation by showing a shred of reverence. Yet we both know you’re incapable of such a thing.” Meridian was pacing around him with his floating helm following him as he moved. 

Starscream knew this abomination wasn’t real. He didn’t know why his processor was projecting this, but logically, there was no way Meridian was here. He was dead. They had melted that horrid suit he carried his corpse in. It was flatly impossible. Starscream just needed to ignore it. His inventive processor had been on overdrive as of late, and he just needed to push through like he always did. 

So, he forced himself to disconnect from the wall and walk right through the spector. Starscream put all his focus on keeping his peds steady. On the crisp, real pain that shot from his knee that loved to taunt him at the most convenient of times. He found the activation switch to reveal the stairs to the outside, and ignored anything that was supposedly lingering behind him. 

“Nothing to add?” A putrid laugh. “Go ahead then. Make a fool of yourself. Say hi to Alex for me.”

Starscream wasn’t listening to any of it. He didn’t care. Meridian didn’t deserve his attention. If that even was Meridian at all. Either way, he wasn’t going to grace it with another thought. He was going to get out of this suffocating confinement, and get some much needed stimulation. Any sort of distraction was exactly what he needed. 

Bumblebee was always a good option for some meaningless yet entertaining bouts of banter. He’d be the best candidate for Starscream’s attention. Any of the Terrans would surely be far too complicated to navigate at the moment. What would he possibly say to them? Hashtag? How would that conversation go? He still didn’t know how to make anything up to her, and now would most certainly not be the right time to contemplate it. 

The trap door closed behind him as he exited, and he slowly pushed aside the doors to the barn. Starscream hovered there a moment as he took in everyone’s positions. The humans had their wall opened up for the Terrans to share in their fueling session. They had some type of wrapped, organic slag, while the kids had some oddly shaped, frozen confection on a stick. It seemed like more of an excuse for a social event, like the Decepticons often did during their breaks. Perhaps such a thing wasn’t an abhorrent waste of time as he had once thought. Hashtag looked happy. 

That cursed vision of Unicron cut through him in a fleeting, yet persisting force. It was coming. None of this mattered. Their meager moment of joy was nothing. Meridians scheming meant nothing. His defiance meant nothing. In the face of eternity, in the face of a god. They were all…

No. What was he thinking? It was just his overdramatic processor again. It had to be. 

It had to be.

He needed to find Bumblebee. Focus on something else. Where was he? 

Starscream shook his helm and shifted his wings. He felt for the subtle gusts of wind, filtered the structures and flora with those cows that surrounded him in his optics; as well as tuning his audials to minute notes of sound. Solid. Real. Like the absurd noises those creatures made, or the familiar pacing of peds around the corner. 

He traced the edge of the barn and finally found just the mech he was looking for. That mattered enough. Right? Right. 

Starscream leaned one servo on the exterior wall of the barn, and put the other on his hip. “Hey.”

Bumblebee was stacking cubes of hay–an amusing name for such a thing–a couple brandishing painted targets. “What?”

Scrap. What did he want to discuss with the bug again? Surely he had some sort of direction in mind for this interaction. 

There was a moment of awkward silence between them as the question to his greeting went unanswered. He couldn’t let the scout think he came here without some sort of purpose! He needed to think of something. There had to have been something. 

“Weellll…” Starscream began with an air of boredom laced with confidence. “Surely you were deprived of my presence for long enough after that…unfortunate, incident with Megatron. I am here to graciously offer my company! What are you doing?”

“Riiight. I’m just setting up a small target practice game for the kids for after they finish lunch.” Bumblebee placed another cube, then pointed to the color coded rings on the target. “The exercise is on accuracy, and I even have a fun point system with prizes planned for them! Ehhh I admit, Alex helped me figure out the prizes–but the rest is all yours truly!” He put a proud servo to his chest plate. 

Starscream hesitated a moment as he scrutinized the rudimentary setup. “It’s a little… plain. No aerial targets? No projectiles for them to dodge? Tell me you are at least planning on throwing some incoming blaster fire. How would this teach anything?”

Bumblebee’s faceplate scrunched, then he ex-vented in frustration. “It isn’t meant to be so intense, just a bit of low stakes friendly competition to build some confidence. Not everything has to be some high stress ordeal to teach you something, thank you very much.” He dropped a cube to punctuate his statement, then knelt down to adjust it with a small grumble. “These kids already have plenty experience with that scrap if you ask me.”

“Hm…I suppose.” Wait, no, he couldn’t let the conversation lull out like that with only some passive agreement! He shifted his expression back into a comfortable smirk and prodded at the bug. “Are you certain that you are not simply too soft-sparked to allow them proper training? For Primus sake, a couple pebbles tossed their way wouldn’t permanently damage them. If you truly have confidence in their ability, you wouldn’t underestimate their threshold for punishment.”

Bumblebee tossed his servos in the air in some note of defeat. “Fine! I MIGHT add something for them to dodge. Like…water balloons! Ohoh now THAT would be perfect!” He bounced in place a moment before remembering where the objects he sought were located. “Wait here, I’ll be right back.” 

The bug dashed off towards the humans for their assistance in the matter. He had taken that criticism surprisingly well. Perhaps Dorothy had talked to him about that patience slag or something. Starscream wasn’t sure if he was entirely enthused about that prospect or not. It was strange having the bug agree to some degree instead of turning to accuse him of some sort of scheme against them. 

Starscream began tapping his ped in an effort to cement its presence below him as those images came into view again. Bumblebee was taking too long. What was it that he was even looking for with such urgency? Rocks would work just as well as whatever it was he was insisting upon. Why did it matter so much? The kids needed to be prepared for more than ridiculous little scoreboards anyway. Why had Starscream even initially agreed to that scrap?! None of them knew what was approaching, and they wouldn’t believe him if he warned them. Or…WAS it even something to worry about…?

“Hope ya didn’t miss me too much.” Bumblebee suddenly arrived and tossed a sack of flimsy elastics in his direction, of which Starscream instinctively caught with ease.

“What is this?” He inquired with a hint of disgust as he took one of the miniscule, assumed balloons from its packaging.

“They’re the water balloons, and since you wanted there to be projectiles so bad, YOU can fill ‘em up for me.” The scout strutted over to his ridiculous stacks of hay to continue his work with a smirk. 

“Uugh…” Starscream groaned as he rolled his optics. “This–” He shook the elastics– “was not MY decision. You really only fill this scrap with water? How droll.”

“Yup! There’s a spigot right over there.” The bug gestured a couple yards from Starscream’s ped. “I suggest you get to filling those things because it’s gonna take ya quite a while. Trust me. It’s more difficult than you might think to deal with those things.”

Starscream scoffed and knelt down beside the spigot and carefully examined the fragile, sack-like elastics. “Don’t be dramatic, Bumblebee. I sincerely doubt this pathetic thing could possibly pose such a challenge.”

“Uuuhuh. I warned ya.”

Starscream glared at him suspiciously. Did he sabotage these things somehow? 

He adjusted the balloon to the spigot and slowly began to crank the tiny, human sized wheel. If anything, it was absurdly precise and tedious. Then, the elastic abruptly detached itself and catapulted into the mud that resulted from the loose water. 

Bumblebee laughed. “See? Not so easy is it?”

“Oh spare me the “I told you so”, and focus on setting your stupid excuse for targets over there.” He carefully attempted to pull open the elastic to fill it again, but it only tore into a useless mess. Whatever. He’d get a different one. This wasn’t so hard. Besides, such meticulous work was a perfect task to keep his own focus tethered to this ridiculous moment.

“Excuse me, my targets are resourceful and awesome.” Bumblebee proclaimed as he gestured to one of the stacks. 

“Such strong words.” Starscream crooned. “Insecure about your lackluster little set up, are you?”

“Pff–” The scout scoffed with an indignant toss of a servo at the idea– “Hah, no! What would I have to be insecure about? That’s ridiculous. This idea is perfect and they are going to love it.” There was a moment of pause as he retrieved another cube and continuously readjusted their arrangement. “Right? Yeah. I know good target practice! You’re just a hater, as the kids say.”

Starscream snickered at the bug's antics, but growled as one of the balloons burst from merely being placed inside the bucket. These things were so weak. Why they were better than his rock suggestion was beyond him. “I will gladly be your ever loyal hater, Autobot.” He flicked his wings up tauntingly with a momentary glance back at Bumblebee. 

He rolled his optics. “Gee, thanks. I’m flattered.”

“You should be.”

A more comfortable lapse in conversation fell between them as Starscream focused on the rhythm he’d gotten filling the silly little balloons. A couple of those birds were communicating in passing above them in some strange string of music. Bumblebee’s constant pacing was quite amusing to track, paired with his occasional muttering. Even taking an occasional moment to parse out what the Maltos were up to in the background proved to be a productive use of his attention. 

Eventually, he topped off a fifth bucket filled with water balloons ready to be tossed at those unsuspecting Terrans. They had finished their fueling session and made their way towards Bumblebee’s target practice. He relayed the objective, displayed the parameters, and informed them that Starscream was going to be the one giving them an extra bit of a challenge to the exercise. Perfect. 

Twitch was the first up. She watched him and waved a taunting servo in his direction. Starscream carefully selected one of the balloons, retracted his servo into his arm, and launched the projectile her way. She dodged it with ease. Impressive. The longer her turn went on, the more difficult he made his watery onslaught as he rapidly threw them her way and predicted her pattern of flight. Soon enough, She failed to dodge three of the shots, which put an end to her streak. 

“Aw scrap! I totally thought I dodged that one!”

“You nearly would have, except you failed to account for your opponent changing their own trajectory at the last second.”

“You did great though! Never missed a target.” Bumblebee encouraged as he reset the cubes.

Hashtag was up next. She readied herself on her wheels after a quick scan of her surroundings, and the next round began on the scout’s signal. She had many close calls and missed one of her shots because of it. Yet halfway through, a new air of determination came to her faceplate, and her movements became more fluid and precise. Alas, once again, as Starscream allowed himself to aim with unyielding precision, she lost the rest of her strikes. The last hitting her square in the faceplate. It was good they weren’t rocks after all, he supposed. 

“Augh! Dang it, I was so on a roll that time!” 

“Hah! Perhaps, but if you want to keep your stamina for long term battles, you have to get consistent.”

“Hey, I’m supposed to be the teacher here Screamer!” Bumblebee complained plainly as he replaced the targets.

Starscream put a servo to his hip and arched an optical ridge. “Then by all means scout. Add some wisdom to the eager young sparks, why don’t you?”

“I will! Uh…well, Hashtag. You did great with utilizing your environment, but you could also try and transform your wheels away for quick stops to increase your sharp agility options when changing directions.” Surprisingly insightful.

“Ooooh, gotcha!”

Then came Nightshade. They were the first to actually retaliate against the incoming balloons with their own projectiles. They took a far more methodical approach by hiding behind the stacks of hay, and requiring Starscream to maneuver overhead on his thrusters to follow them. By the end, they got hit twice, and the third shot at the same time they had hit the last target in their alt mode. They landed, transformed back and shook off the water with a smile. 

“Well that was invigorating! It is unfortunate I could not avoid that pesky balloon at the end.”

“There’s a moment of lag when you are readying that final attack of yours with your alt mode’s wings. It leaves you far too exposed if you aren’t careful about it.”

“Yes–” Bumblebee interjected with a raised digit– “that’s true, but using your offensive tools defensively is very smart Nightshade! And I’m sure we could work on that move of yours in the future by taking inspiration from Twitch and how she can flip and fire at the same time! We can always learn from each other's tactics while on the sidelines.”

The game continued through the rest of the Maltos kids. They were all actually quite impressive with their varying styles. Although he had to scold Jawbreaker regarding the validity of eating the water balloon as a response to an incoming attack. That wouldn’t save him against real blaster fire or a missile. The fact that the dinobot had argued simply that it wasn’t, only proved that this method of training wouldn’t teach them the true seriousness surrounding the lesson. Even so, Starscream could admit that this version of events was far more fun. The atmosphere was calm. There was no looming threat of a trip to the medbay. Only the prospect of reward for doing one’s best. 

It all seemed very juvenile. All the same, he enjoyed toying with Bumblebee, giving the Terrans little notes of advice, and watching them light up at the silly prizes they won. Hashtag even asked to run the course a second time to improve her score. Starscream revelled in the fact that he could see her little bouts of improvement. As well as the fact that she listened to any critics he gave her. Starscream even showed Nightshade and Twitch how to rapidly change direction in the air. A tactic of which a couple of the other Terrans attempted to mimic from the ground.

Such moments of peace and comradery were fleeting. Yet still something he was determined to cherish in these strange times. He’d never spout such nonsense aloud, mind you. But it was true all the same. 

He could focus on detailing aerial maneuvers, and sharp shooting a moving target. Focus on the decisive wind through his wings, and the rocks beneath his peds. The vast sky overhead, with a single, small moon barely visible in the blue sky. 

He didn’t want to think about anything else.

[quibbs126]

Actually you know, if Earthspark Season 4 or other future seasons/episodes (I think I recall seeing they plan to keep making the show, though that could change) plan to introduce Cybertron, I’m kind of interested in what they’d do with Megatron

Because yes, Megatron is working with the Autobots now and he’s changed, he still wears the Decepticon symbol and no one on Cybertron has witnessed any of his growth. And even then, he still has all his crimes from before then

I know Earthspark isn’t at the same writing quality as it was in Season 1, but Season 3 did acknowledge Megatron’s situation in Prowl’s debut episode and Prowl in general, and also with all the more references to Cybertron, I don’t feel it’s unlikely that the story at least addresses this, and does something with it. I kind of want to see that, especially with how attached the kids are to Megatron, as well as Dot being his best friend

[numberonetribble]

Looney Tunes Back in Action (2003) reference in this economy? more likely than you think

Bonus:

[yuukirita]

How do you think a interaction of Cyberverse Bumblebee and Earthspark Bumblebee would be with Baby!Bee

Well If we think that Earthspark Bumblebee is SecondBee (Which he is- ) ... prob something like this:

BabyBee: who are you and why are you yellow like me?

Ertsprk, having a mental crisis: I think you're my dad.

BabyBee: what's a dad?

Ertsprk: like... Optimus Prime.

BabyBee, understandng immediatly: OOOOH- Time travel shenanigas.

Ertsprk: Eh- not the weirdest thing I've had to deal with.

BabyBee: Same.

Ertsprk: What do you mean 'same'!? you're a baby!

BabyBee, shurgs: Meh.

Baby bee's interdimentional adventures are kinda funny tbh I might expand on this lol.

Cuz Imagine- this is the second time he's traveled to the secondbee timeline now... That's a crack au if I ever seen it.

[jweekgoji]

You can do Transformers Earthspark Megatron x Female reader where both were conjux but are divorced, the reader is only with the autobots so as not to be in the cells also that both had a sparkling but who is with the weckers, let's say that the relationship between Megatron and the reader was nice at first but everything changed in the war, Megatron treated the reader and her Sparkling badly, let's say that now the reader doesn't like to be around Megatron especially when she sees how he treats Twich like a daughter, but Megatron still wants to have something with Reader

Megatron/Femme!Reader [TFES]

tw: brief mentions of past trauma, past toxic relationships, guilt. additional tags: Cybertronian!Reader, Femme!Reader word count: ~1,9k a/n: I liked how they handled Starscream and Megatron's dialogue in s1, too bad it was wasted.

You had no right to be angry with the terrans. Born in this strange world, far from the home planet, they had no idea who they were or what their fate would be. To most humans, they were nothing but a threat. To your race, they were the only ray of hope for the future.

So why can't you still look away from them without a twinge of anger deep within your spark? Why is it that every time a small, scarlet terran tries to learn more about you, you throw that sharp, irritated look in her direction?

Another, yet another, long, languid day at the former G.H.O.S.T base, which has received a small rebranding, now completely at the disposal of the Autobots. You are completely focused on the monitor screen in front of your optics, your fingertips gently pressing each key.

You have no desire whatsoever to spend your entire attention on this useless waste of time. You would gladly leave this Primus-damned planet if you could.

And yet, you're happy to forget about everything around you for a second. That constant, loud laughter under your pedes when one of the Malto family runs past you, chasing after one of their siblings. Arcee tried to crack a joke or two whenever you two passed each other. Prime, for some reason, has decided that you need his painfully pathetic speeches about how if you need any help, you can always go to him.

It would seem that only Elita, of all the veterans, could understand you in any way.

You would gladly spend cycles alone with any of them on an island far from civilisation, only if it meant you would never have to see him again.

“Will you teach me some new moves in the air?” Twitch sits on Megatron's shoulder, looking at the older mech with her those big, yellow optics. “That moves with your arm cannon really inspired me!”

The little Terran blatantly thrusts her arm forward, automatically, activating her own weapon. A quiet scoff escaped from Megatron as he watches over the drone, noting her usual excited and very determined expression. Out of all the group, she seems to be taking the leader's role the most.

“If you promise not to shoot anyone here,” he gently reaches for Twitch, using his pointing finger to lower her arm cannon down, a soft smile plastered on his face.

The crimson terran's optics are focusing on Megatron's own, before she quickly glances towards you, the miniature pair of rotor wings bristling in admiration.

“And— we can take (...) with us too! I heard you two were an amazing pair back on Cybertron!” Twitch carefully stands up before starting to circle around in the air.

It's hard not to notice how much the young terran seeks to hold her deep respect for you, despite the clear ignorance you show her every single time she tries to speak with you. That naive childish adoration is cute, in some way, reminding you of the time when your own sparkling was once as bold and trusting as her.

You really shouldn't hold the grudge against her just because you feel that twisted sense of jealousy because of what you dreamed of so much, but never had the chance to get it.

Megatron's red optics track the terran across the room, only to lock onto your frame, once you were mentioned. He felt a pang of regret every single time he saw you. The memories of your shared past never left the impact on his mind, even though he tried so hard to get over it. For both yours and his sake too.

‘It's been countless solar cycles, Megatron. Don't make it harder for her,’ Optimus' words ringing in his mind. If only it was that easy.

He should have just focused on his own job, dealing with what is left of his past troops, the leftover of G.H.O.S.T's impact, but would it actually help him? To dig his own sick guilt and remorse somewhere deep down, in some naive hopes that everything can just magically go back to how it was? To pretend that it's fine to forget and run away from your past mistakes?

No, it wouldn't be fair to himself. Not to mention, everything he did against you was never fair to you in the first place. Shaking his helm, Megatron tries to reach for the terran, tell her that it's not the time now, and later, he will give her all his time and attention to guide the young one in her path.

That was, until Twitch wrapped her tiny servos around your own, looking up at you with those same optics she gave to Megatron, as if hoping she could somehow warm up your cold spark to her, to make you forget of whatever held you down from accepting her.

Poor thing. Thinking she is somehow the core source of your problems, even though she has no idea what exactly she has done, except for just being born in the wrong place and time.

“Please? I promise to listen, ma'am!” Twitch slightly, tightens her hold on your servo, the smile still as innocent as ever.

The tension is palpable. For just a moment, the three of you don't let out a single word. Everyone was focused on you, and only you stood in the center of their attention.

You sigh, looking towards the young terran right next to you. It will pain you to deny her, you think, but it is for the best as you try to reassure yourself once again.

“Twitch, you shouldn't—” Megatron tries to step out towards you and get the terran back away from you, only to be interrupted by your own voice.

“I'm afraid I can't help you with that for now, Twitch,” you say, using this calm, soft motherly voice of yours. “But be aware. Not everyone here deserves your trust.”

That smile slowly drops from Twitch's face as soon as she sees you pulling away from her, her little servos grasping the air, once where you were standing. That look you gave her somehow reminded her of her own mother.

Dot would come back after a long day of work, welcomed by the whole family, and despite how tired and overworked she was, she never dared to let them know about it. Muscles tense, aching and begging for rest, and constant headache from dealing with some people seem to never leave her alone. And yet, she still kept her smile. Still has the strength to use that sweet voice of hers every time she speaks to the young Maltos.

Even then...why did you look with nothing but hatred and disgust towards Megatron?

The quiet shut of the door left only Megatron and Twitch standing in the room. The little one slowly stepped down on the ground, blinking a few times in confusion. She still couldn't take her gaze away from the door, as if hoping that you might come back and join them after all.

“What...what did I do wrong?” she asks quietly, the question hanging in the air.

Megatron clenched his teeth, trying to suppress his own anger— no, he had no right to be angry. That was the truth after all, isn't it? None of the terrans knew what actually happened before, when he was the leader of the Decepticons, the infamous warlord responsible for the deaths of thousands, if not much more, innocent lives.

He deserves to feel that pain; the cold truth will always hurt, no matter how much he tries to numb the harsh, stabbing feeling inside his spark. Hearing it from you, for some reason, always felt the worst.

Slowly, he lowers himself to one knee, looking down at Twitch, as if silently trying to apologize, for what had happened. No one was supposed to be involved in this conflict.

“Don't trouble your mind with these thoughts, little bird,” Megatron gently lifts her chin with a single digit, making the young terran look up at him. “I promise to come back to you as soon as I can.”

If only he had told you the same before and reassured you with the same care he held deep for his mentee.

It was so confusing. Watching every single day, how soft and attentive the ex-warlord can be for a sparkling that were not even his, and yet, abandoning his family for his own cruel ambitions.

Standing outside the autobots' base, you at least had some bits of privacy that was left up to you. No one to judge, no one to stare with these sorry optics, with nothing but pity in them.

Primus seems to be especially disappointed with you today, taking away the only peace and quiet you had for today.

“You can hate and despise me however you want, I would never have held it against you,” the familiar, deep voice is quick to disturb your thoughts, but this time, somehow softer.

Megatron takes a few slow steps, stopping right behind you, but not daring to come any closer. He would be grateful if you even stayed to listen to him without running out the first second you spot him in your proximity.

There is a brief pause between the two of you, followed by nothing but your sinister silence. Not even a single drop of respect for him, as you didn't even look back at your ex-conjunx.

“But please,” the word sounds so foreign coming from him; for a moment, you even amuse yourself thinking he really changed. “Don't take it out on them.”

You feel your right optic twitch at that.

“Is that the only thing you wanted to talk with me about?” you finally speak, turning to face the silver mech who stood tall next to you. “And you have the audacity of asking something from me?”

Such hypocrisy. It doesn't help you feel any better at all once you notice those guilty red optics staring at you, as if reminding you of how small you will look to others, no matter how hard you try to hide behind a mask.

Like you ever needed their pity for you.

The silver mech studies your face. Tired, war-worn, so exhausted, just like his own. You're barely holding back from collapsing from all the responsibilities on your shoulders, both as the ‘autobot’ and the carrier first. He should have never left you alone, but that would be pointless to think about now.

“I won't...try to defend my past mistakes, and I know that there is nothing I can do to erase all the pain I caused to you and to our sparkling,” optics lowered to the ground, expression hardening, trying to gather his own thoughts, before meeting your gaze once again.

“All I want is to let you see how I have changed,” Megatron steps closed, hesitantly, he continues. “Would you give me a chance to make things right for you, my dear?”

A silence.

Megatron feels a flicker of hope in his spark. Lips curled into a small frown, trying to hide his own uncertainty. Cycles before, back in the past, when the war between the Autobots and the Decepticons hadn't struck the Earth, he would have snapped back. He reminded you of your own place underneath him, so you would never even have a single thought of defying him.

But he would never hurt you again, never raise his voice at you— just let him keep you safe from the remnants of the war he once caused; he promises you that. If only you let him show you that.

But then you step back.

“Starscream was right about you,” your voice now, filled with nothing but coldness. “You will always be the same tyrant who once betrayed those who trusted you with their own spark.”

[revelboo]

what is your worst "hear me out" for transformers? mine is tarantulas like a spider in irl hell no… but a big robot spider thats hot

Probably Tarantulas (I love his Earthspark design) or IDW Waspinator.

I read Windblade for Metroplex lore and it reminded me of this messed up, fatally gullible mech that is everyone’s punching bag and just knows it.

Worker Bee

IDW Waspinator x Reader

• Dragging his broken body, his alt mode scrabbles for purchase in the leaf litter. It’s hard to focus on much besides the pain and finding somewhere safe to hide and heal. He’s not even sure what he did, only that Skywarp had pointed at him right before Megatron went ballistic on him and the two other Decepticons that had been close by. Maybe he had done something wrong. He must have. “Waspinator’s fault,” he rasps, antenna flicking because there’s light up ahead, a building where he’ll be out of the snow just beginning to fall. Leaving the tree line, he drags himself inside, legs scrabbling and knocking over a metal can that clatters as it goes rolling and he collapses on the straw inside. So tired, burrowing in.

• Looking up from your book at the noise, you groan because the raccoons are back and they’ve tipped over the trash can. It’s late and you just want to ignore it and deal with it in the morning, but there might be garbage strewn across the yard by then. Standing, you tug on a coat, grab a flashlight, and a rifle just in case it’s a bear, not cute little trash pandas raiding your garbage. You’d left the barn door open apparently and you find the can turned over, but its contents not scattered everywhere. Maybe the sound scared them off? Setting the gun down, you right the can and turn as something shifts within the hay, rising slowly to tower over you.

• There’s a human with a weapon. Here to hurt him, because everyone does. They always do. It hurts to transform and reach for the human, but his injuries throw him off balance and he crashes down, knocking the little organic sprawling with him. And you’re screaming at him, your fear jangling through him making him curl forward, servos over his head. Waiting for a blow that doesn’t come. “Not hurt Waspinator?”

• Hyperventilating as the monster lifts its big head slightly, you can’t even scream. Voice overlayed with slow buzz, the thing had spoken. It’s gigantic, seizing your ankle when you try to crawl away and dragging you back, looming over you. All you can do is hold up your hands in supplication as those awful mandibles work and those glowing optics stare. “Don’t hurt me.”

• This is new. Someone afraid of him? It should make him feel powerful to be the one feared for once, but it just makes him oddly ill. Sitting up and gingerly touching the wound in his torso sluggishly bleeding energon, he makes a buzzing click of his mandibles. “No hurt,” he says as you scramble to your hands and knees to put some distance between you. “Already hurt,” he adds tiredly, and you hesitate in your retreat. Staring at the energon welling through his servos. You take a hand through your hair, expression twisting.

• All you have to do is run like hell. That thing, Waspinator it had called itself, is hurt too badly to chase you. But there’s something about its defeated tone that makes you feel guilty. This isn’t your problem. Big and scary was already hurt when he crashed in your barn. So why do you go over to the workbench and retrieve a roll of duct tape? He hisses at you, rearing back when you try to touch him and you freeze. “Cut that out,” you snap and his antenna flatten back. Not hurt Waspinator? You’d guessed with the way he’d worded that question that maybe he’s used to being hurt. That he’d fold if you acted aggressive and you were right. It’s unsettling to see a giant, metal death bug cringe like a puppy being scolded. But he doesn’t make a peep as you find the hole in his metal side and gingerly tape the leaking lines, trying to not think too closely on what you’re touching or that your hands are inside him rooting around. “Waspinator, right?” The way he’s just staring down at you with those wide glowing optics just cements in your head that he’s a big, really ugly puppy.

Next

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

MORE BUMBLEBEE EARTHSPARK SMUT PLEASE 🙏😼

Your wish is my command

ES!Bumblebee x reader, AFAB gender neutral, racially ambiguous, vaginal penetration, size kink, sub reader dom Bumblebee, dirty talk, mild humiliation, eye contact kink, praise kink

“B-big!”

“Yeah?” Bumblebee couldn’t help but feel smug having you spread out on his berth. “Feel good?”

“Yes!” Your voice was airy having all of the oxygen pushed out of your lungs from the fierce thrust that pushed Bumblebee’s spike into you.

“You like being all spread open? Havin’ your cute little valve stretched out?” Bumblebee cooed giving you another sharp thrust.

You squeezed your eyes shut and moaned out his name. Your toes curled towards the bottom of your feet in pleasure. Bumblebee couldn’t help the shudder that ran through his body and caused his plating to rock. You were so cute underneath him. The way he could turn you into a puddle of nothing but slick arousal made his engine rumble in delight.

“You’re so cute,” Bumblebee teased giving the fat of your cheeks a pinch making you groan and try shaking your head away from his servo. “I haven’t even started fragging you yet and here you are acting like you just got fucked stupid.”

His words sent goosebumps across your skin and a warm tingling sensation down your spine. The erotic warmth traveled along your nerves until it reached the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t help but clench around him at the feeling earning a shaky swear from your lover.

“Look at me,” Bumblebee instructed while scratching the top of your head like a dog.

You warily opened your teary eyes to look up at the mech. His glowing blue optics shone down on you in a ray of loving light. “My good little babe.”

The praise had you whining and looking away out of embarrassment.

“Ey!” Bumblebee grabbed your face squishing the fat of your cheeks together making your lips pucker like a fish. “Don’t look away. I want to see your face when you get fucked.”

He started a steady rhythm dragging his spike along your walls then giving you a harsh thrust back in. You choked out a sob having your hole stretched so wide around his fat cock. Bumblebee couldn’t help the amused look on his face at your noises.

“I got you trained so good on my spike,” Bumblebee cooed giving you wet kisses along your face. “You’re like a little toy now.”

“Bwee!” You moaned through your squished mouth.

His massive frame loomed over you as he rested his forearm next to your head. His robotic body curled towards you as he angled his hips to better push his aching spike deeper into you.

“Look at you,” Bee smiled turning your head side to side. “You’re so cute when you’re getting spiked down.”

You whined at his praise squeezing your eyes shut.

Suddenly Bumblebee stopped moving. His thrusts came to a close with the tip of his spike sitting at your entrance. You peeped opened your eyes curious as to why you felt so empty all of the sudden.

“I told you, you have to keep your optics on me when I fuck you,” Bumblebee scolded all too smugly.

You furrowed your eyebrows in frustration but focused your eyes on Bumblebee hoping he would return to stretching your hole on his spike.

“A little too late for that,” Bumblebee smirked while releasing your face. Your cheeks felt sore from the firm grip he had on them and it felt strange to not have your lips squished together. “Now I don’t know if you actually want this.”

Your eyes went wide and you nearly bolted up but Bumblebee spreading his servo over your chest held you down. “If you really do want this spike filling you,” Bumblebee pushed his hips against you causing his spike to slip through your folds and bump against your clit. “I need to hear you beg.” He said the last part in an airy almost breathless voice. The low thrum of his cooling fans was starting to pick up and you could hear him rev his engine a couple times.

“Please,” you mumbled holding onto Bumblebee’s digits as they lay spread over your chest. “Please.”

“You can do better,” Bumblebee teased blowing air into your ear. You whined and squirmed at the sensation that brought goosebumps to your skin.

“Please, Bee!” You moaned moving your hips and trying to spear yourself on his cock. “Please, I need you!”

“You need me to what, sweet spark?”

“I need you to fuck me.”

Your whole body felt hot with embarrassment at admitting exactly what you needed.

“How do you want me to fuck you, hm?” He asked rubbing his spike through your slick folds. “Where do you need me, babe?”

You whined out in frustration feeling embarrassed to have to admit out loud exactly where you want him. “Just fuck me!” You whined.

“Oh I will,” Bumblebee growled into your ear. “I just want to hear you ask for it.”

You admitted defeat when you wailed out in need for him. “Please just fuck my pussy, Bee!”

Bumblebee swore under his breath, words in Cybertronian you didn’t understand but from the tone you know Optimus would be aghast at.

“If you look away again,” Bee said sternly moving his servo over your throat. He didn’t grab nor choke you but instead let the heavy weight of his metal hand sit over your jugular. “I’m not gonna let you cum.” Before you could respond the air was stolen out of your lungs a harsh and sharp thrust into your cunt that pulled the muscles of your hole apart so deliciously. Your body made room for the fat girth of his spike even if it struggled to find any.

“Optics on me,” Bee reminded giving you a wet kiss on your cheek. “I wanna see that look on your face when I fuck you stupid.”

You nodded doing your best to keep your eyes trained on his baby blue optics. You could feel the heat of embarrassment sitting behind the skin of your face as Bumblebee’s optics studied every inch of every feature that made your face yours.

“Gorgeous,” Bumblebee moaned his thrusts starting to pick up in pace. “Primus, I want you to milk me dry.”

You gripped his servo like your life depended on it. Anything to redirect your nervous energy from looking away and disobeying Bumblebee.

Tears began to form at the corners of your eyes as your mouth hung open on an O shape. His cock was so big it bullied your walls open and forced your pussy to move and form around it. The thickest part of his spike pushed against your G-Spot making sparks ignite deep in your stomach.

“I wish you could see how good you look right now,” Bumblebee moaned pressing his optic ridge to your forehead so he could stare into your eyes. “You’re so perfect like this. It’s like you were meant to take my spike. Your whole body was built to be stuffed by me.”

You moaned out his name while blinking away tears. The band deep within your stomach tightened letting you know your orgasm was close. The way Bee abused your hole sent such wonderful stinging strikes of pleasure through your nerves.

“You can overload, baby,” Bumblebee groaned leaving wet kisses all over your face. “Look at me while you do. Let me see those beautiful eyes when you cum.”

The praise he showered you in was becoming too much. Shivers of pleasure ran through your body like acidic heat rolling in tour blood stream. His spike fucking you open felt so good it hurt and it hurt so bad it felt orgasmic. You squeezed your eyes shut and swung your head back as every muscle in your body clenched in bliss.

The harsh squeezing of your pussy grabbed Bumblebee like a gazelle in an alligator’s maw pulling him in a vice like grip. He couldn’t help the way he shakily moaned your name at the feeling of your sopping cunt sucking him in.

“Look at you,” Bumblebee cooed placing wet kisses along your face. “You came so well. You look so beautiful when you overload.”

You whined and grabbed his helm as he sloppily thrusted into you to try and ground yourself in some way. “Bee!”

“But, baby,” Bee mocked letting his servo wander to your clit. He teased the throbbing nub between two of his digits making you kick out your legs and squirm. “You looked away from me.”

He gave you a particularly harsh thrust that stole the air from your lungs. “You can give me another one to make up for it, hm?”

You opened your mouth to protest but the way he jammed two of his metal fingers into your mouth to shut you up stopped anything but moans to come out of your mouth. You cursed Bumblebee’s amazing stamina knowing you’ll be here for hours.

[zeropro]

The way you drew Bee and Starscream together was just so ahahjshshfhgj

I would love to hear your thoughts on the Starbee ship or just your personal ideas on how you think the two would interact with each other! :D

It’s still amazing to me that folks would be interested in my opinions haha.

I actually don’t think I ship starscream romantically with anyone, but I have a fondness for starbee cuz bumblebee (specifically the one from earthspark who was a millennial and also a dad and so out of his depth but just wanted to do a good job aah) was my first transformers blorbo and so seeing my blorbos stand next to each other sparks joy.

the fun thing about bee and starscream is bumblebee embodies the autobot ideal and is basically optimus’ sidekick, while starscream embodies the decepticon ideal and is megatron’s sidekick, so even in continuities where they don’t have any sort of interactment theres still this cosmic parallel between them

I think as much as I like seeing starscream suffer, I think I especially like when other characters witness that suffering, and bee is such a good kid it’s easy to imagine someone like him could feel sympathetic to anyone, even someone as awful as starscream

i think thats why i like the idea of idw 2005’s starbee so much. I havent actually gotten to the part of the comic where bumblebee’s ghost haunts starscream yet, but idw’s bumblebee has so much baggage, almost as much as starscream! he’s so tired, he’s held leadership and felt like he’s failed and struggles with other people not seeing him the way he wants them to, just like starscream. and starscream, the bot with the most to hide, being watched 24/7 by someone he doesnt even think is real. like the potential is so juicy with them! I want them to be friends, I want them to be soft with each other, and I want to watch them struggle to get there. I don’t need to see them kiss or cuddle, I’m not really into that stuff, but I want starscream to struggle and for bee to see that and for someone to care.

thanks for the ask!

[seekerwingzcg]

KinkTober #9: Praise Kink (Megatron/Optimus) Earthspark

Optimus invites Megatron to his room and they both get fluffy and Megatron realizes that compliments get him excited.

KTober #9: Praise

Morale

By: Peace_Through_Empathy (SeekerWingzCG)

Megatron was called to meet Prime in his personal quarters after a few simple missions scouting around Witwicky. He wondered why exactly he would need to speak to him in person. After all, they could just casually speak on coms.

After walking through the hallways of the base, he made it to Optimus' room. He tapped on the door panel to indicate his arrival as Optimus hurried to the door to open it.

Optimus gave him optic contact and a friendly smile, “Ah, hello Megatron. Come inside so we can talk.”

Megatron nodded, relaxed as ever in his old friend's presence. Especially now he was safe from the ears of any Ghost agents.

Optimus sat on his berth casually and looked over at Megatron who had walked in yet also stared at the decor on the walls and shelves, “Humans decorate a room much differently than Cybertronians do. I'm not complaining, though. Your room is comfortable.” He shifted his focus, “Now, what do you need me for?”

Optimus immediately seemed more calm and laid a servo to his berth with a pat, “Sit down. I just wanted to talk with you. Like old times.”

Megatron's normal expressionless gaze slowly dissolved into a relaxed grin as he walked over and sat, crossing a pede over his knee, “Alright. Anything in particular on your mind lately?” He felt a knot in his throat as if emotions were beginning to sit there. Like he wanted to speak, but knew better.

“Well, I do want you to know that through all of this stuff with Ghost, I'm so proud of you.”

Megatron chuckled a bit and looked down at his pedes, shyly, “Of all the mech to be proud of. Me?” Megatron sat both servos over his crossed legs casually yet never looked up at Prime's face.

“I'm serious. I want you to know that through all of this, you are proving to me that you can do better and I can't thank you enough for that.” Optimus leaned closer to where their thighs had clinked together.

He couldn't help but feel warm. This was something he hadn't been used to and he felt pent up all of a sudden, “Thank you, genuinely, Prime. I never get thanks for what I've done. If anything, others are simply glad that I don't lose my composure and lead the Decepticons again.”

Prime's expression softened even more and he, too, felt energy building between the two of them. Mainly from Megatron, “You are very welcome, dear friend. Is there another way I can- prove my thanks?” He couldn't help but notice the warmth in his thigh that was now touching his.

A choked cough left Megatron as he grinned nervously, trying to keep coy just in case this wasn't an invitation for something more intimate, “What would that be? I mean, you don't have to prove yourself. It's fine-”

At that moment, Prime's servo slid down his back strut, sending a shiver up Megatron's frame, armor rattling a bit at the sudden contact.

“Hmm, are you assuming this is time for something more intimate?” Megatron's legs uncrossed and he leaned back relaxed.

Prime sighed as his image finally slipped. They were finally being themselves with no exterior focuses, “Yes, please. You deserve this.”

Megatron groaned, “Thank Primus, because I am so pent up right now.” He felt Prime reposition himself.

One of his legs crossed over him to put his aft in his lap, straddling him in an attempt to ride. He moved in closer and their lips met. Optimus gently kissed him and that's when Megatron deepened the kiss in a fit of passion.

Megatron's optics closed and his hips bucked and clanked Optimus’. He could feel his valve and spike pressurizing beyond the ability to cope. All he could do is try to keep polite. He couldn't allow himself to look too needy in front of Prime.

On the other hand, Optimus had felt the deepening of his kiss and could already gage his hunger, “Do you need me now? You seem impatient.”

A moan ripped it's way from his lips as he broke the kiss and nodded, “Yes, please.” Megatron had to wait. He wasn't going to pop his panels. That was until Prime started grinding their hips together and staring at him as if observing him in detail.

A smirk rose across Megatron's face, “Why are you staring at me like that?” He playfully chuckled and continued to grind back against him in response.

Optimus' servo began to feel him up as he moaned slightly and almost hesitated to speak, “Honestly, I had never thought I would be able to do this with you. If I had not given you the chance for redemption, you would not be here with me. I'm so happy that you switched sides. I- don't know what I'd do without you…”

Megatron couldn't help it. He had to open his spike and valve with a grunt, panting ensuing directly after, “Aah, Prime, please.”

“Oh, Megatron.” Optimus opened his panels as well and began rutting his wet, plump valve against his spike, caressing it in his warmth.

He immediately gasped and twitched and before he knew it, Prime's valve slid over his spike. The warmth enveloping him caused his whole frame to tingle with charge. He allowed himself to enjoy each and every pulse as Prime began to ride him, “O-Ohh, Optimus-!”

As Optimus allowed himself to move up and down, his valve began swallowing Megatron's spike whole. Each caliper was being perfectly stimulated. It was almost too much, “Ooh, you feel so good, Megatron! Such a good mech trying to keep your composure… You deserve every bit of this.”

This was something he wasn't used to. He felt like he was choking on emotions again but now it was just causing him to lose focus. His mind went fuzzy and a groan was all he could manage in response. His hips thrusted up and his servos went to desperately grab at Optimus’ hips. “M-more…”

The request had almost confused him, but he did exactly what he was told. Optimus leaned over him, their chests touching and grills on their abdomen making occasional contact with how close they were pressed to each other.

“Megatron, your spike is all I need. Its so big and perfect and I can't get enough of you. So strong and brave and you're underneath me. I'm- so lucky to have you! Aah, Megatron, you are driving me crazy and you aren't even really doing anything!”

Their hips clinked together more vigorously, now as Megatron began moaning even louder with the added compliments. He felt an overwhelming urge to flip him.

“You are such a perfect mech. I can't believe you're mine!” Optimus cycled over his valve and Megatron began to tremble from the wonderful stimulation.

Suddenly, Megatron groaned almost as if in pain as he flipped Prime over onto his back and began humping him hungrily. He could feel the fluids splash out as he began pounding into him.

Optimus felt his valve’s charge building up gradually and now was the time to communicate further, “Megatron, you've got me so close, you're going to make me overload…”

Megatron felt his building as well. It was almost the blissful end for both of them, “Y-you’re going to m-make me-!”

His hips bucked up in rhythmic twitches and his spike had started pumping transfluid into him with a loud and enthusiastic moan.

Prime's followed as his moan joined in with his, filling the room as they rode out the ecstasy of their overload until their calm end.

Once they had fallen from their blissful state, they stared at each other.

Megatron sat up and looked over at Prime, “That's one way to boost a soldier's morale. Hopefully we can- do that again sometime?”

Optimus sighed and rolled off of him, “Absolutely.”

Here's the AO3 if you guys would like it for easy bookmarks :)

[techhiz]

Hello!!! May I please request a Earthspark Bumblebee x femme s/o who is a decepticon (but is actually a genuinely a nice person who is more of a chaotic neutral) where their relationship is kept secret cuz yk the whole autobots vs decepticons, and they secretly meet up every once in awhile and the maltos see bumblebee sneaking out and they get suspicious so they decide to follow him. they find out bumblebee is with a decepticon and misunderstandings happens with them thinking y/n is gonna do something bad and chaos ensues

If this is too complicated please feel free to decline!! I genuinely don't mind ^^

If you do however agree to do this please take your time with it and take care of yourself!!

Secrets

The moon hung high over Witwicky, its silvery light casting soft shadows across the forested hills. Bumblebee crept carefully through the darkened Malto family property, his servos moving in practiced silence. He glanced back toward the house, where the family’s laughter had faded into the quiet of the night. Satisfied no one was watching, he transformed and sped into the woods.

What the Malto kids didn’t know—what nobody could know—was that Bumblebee wasn’t heading off on some standard patrol.

Deep in the forest, at a hidden clearing illuminated only by the faint glow of Cybertronian optics, you were waiting.

"Bee," you greeted with a playful smirk, your Decepticon insignia glinting faintly in the moonlight.

"Y/N," Bumblebee replied, his tone light as he transformed back into bot mode. His optics softened as he approached you. "I missed you."

"Missed me? It’s only been a week," you teased, crossing your arms.

"Yeah, well, a week’s a long time when your spark’s somewhere else." His voice carried that familiar Bumblebee charm, but his tone softened as he reached for your servo.

Your tough demeanor cracked, and you smiled, your servo brushing against his. "You’re lucky you’re cute."

Meanwhile at the Malto Household...

Robbie sat on the porch, his curiosity piqued when he saw Bumblebee sneaking off earlier. He nudged Mo, who was sprawled out beside him.

"Hey, Mo. Did you see Bee just now?"

"Yeah, I saw him sneaking out," Mo replied, sitting up with a conspiratorial grin. "You thinking what I’m thinking?"

"Let’s follow him!"

Twitch and Thrash, always up for an adventure, quickly joined in. "We’ll track him from the air," Twitch suggested, her optics glowing with determination.

The group set off, following Bumblebee’s tracks deeper into the forest.

You and Bumblebee stood close, leaning against a fallen log as you exchanged stories. The war might’ve left scars on both sides, but moments like these made you forget, even if just for a while.

"You ever think about what’ll happen if someone finds out about… us?" you asked, your voice unusually serious.

Bumblebee sighed, glancing at the stars. "I think about it all the time. But then I remember why we’re here—why we’re doing this—and it makes it worth the risk."

You smiled softly. "You’re such a sap."

"And you love it," he teased, leaning closer.

The moment stretched between you, the tension was palpable as Bumblebee’s optics locked onto yours. His servo moved to cup your cheek, and you tilted your helm, your spark fluttering as his face inched closer.

"Freeze, Decepticon!"

The shout shattered the intimacy like glass hitting the ground. Bumblebee and you whipped around to see Robbie, Mo, Twitch, and Thrash charging into the clearing. Twitch had her blaster aimed at you, her optics blazing with determination.

"Kids?!" Bumblebee exclaimed, stepping protectively in front of you.

"You don’t have to defend her, Bee!" Robbie shouted. "We know she’s up to something!"

"Yeah, no way she’s just… hanging out!" Mo added, her brows furrowed.

You raised your servos in mock surrender, trying to stifle your frustration. "Okay, this is not what it looks like—"

"Save it!" Twitch interrupted, her blaster still aimed.

Bumblebee groaned, rubbing his helm. "Guys, listen. Y/N’s not like that. She’s not a threat."

"She’s a Decepticon!" Thrash emphasized, his frame bristling.

"Yes, and also a perfectly nice person," Bumblebee shot back.

The kids exchanged skeptical glances. Twitch’s optics narrowed. "How do we know she isn’t tricking you?"

"Because if I wanted to do something bad, I would’ve done it already," you retorted, rolling your optics. "Seriously, does everyone think Decepticons don’t have hobbies or love lives?"

That seemed to momentarily confuse them, but they remained cautious.

"Why didn’t you tell us, Bee?" Mo asked, her voice softer now.

Bumblebee sighed heavily. "Because I knew you’d react like this. And I didn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea."

Robbie crossed his arms. "Well, mission not accomplished."

Eventually, after a lot of explaining, the kids lowered their guard. They weren’t entirely convinced, but they agreed to keep your relationship a secret for now.

As they left the clearing, Bumblebee turned back to you, his optics filled with apology. "I’m so sorry about that."

You shrugged, smirking. "I guess it’s part of the territory when you’re dating the infamous Bumblebee."

He chuckled, pulling you into a tight embrace. "Still, I’ll make it up to you."

"How?" you teased.

"By finishing what we started," he said, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

Your optics fluttered closed, and for a moment, the chaos of the night melted away.

The kids, hiding behind the trees, whispered excitedly among themselves.

"Did you see that?" Mo whispered.

"Yeah," Robbie said, his expression a mix of shock and amusement. "Guess Bee’s got a thing for bad girls."

"Not bad," Twitch corrected, "just misunderstood."

Thrash grinned. "This is so going in the family album."

[scribe-of-hael]

I think what sucks most about Earthspark is the potential of hitting topics that honestly I feel kids now adays should be able to learn about.

Like what happened with hastag and Starscream's history. Somtimes bad ppl hurt us, it hurts when we aren't believed. It hurts us when we are haunted by them. It is ok to talk about them and even not feel safe around the person that might have hurt us.

Starscream is bewildered that a child of all beings BELIEVES him and wnates to hear him out. He is clearly conflicted and he know she other kids have a bias because of the comics they read and what they know.

Despite being told who he was, he deliberately saved Hashtag when he was the one MOST at risk. The dwellers wasn't going to hurt her, it was gonna eat him. But he risked his life anyway. In that moment, he proved he is not as selfish as they come like Thrash said.

Starscream instead of fighting or even willingly going with Megatron said "no. You hurt me. I do not feel safe with you around me" and fucked off. No fight, no snark. Even wishing Hashtag well.

I legit wanna throw hands with whoever decided to take this moment , and THROW IT IN TRASH. By making it seem it was all a trick, and he never meant it hurts so fucking much.

And yes, I do understand that sometimes people who have been abused become abusers themselves. It happens! But you have NO fucking set up from a writers perspective to pull this shit. And doing it exposition of -

"Starscream does what he always does"

Is the laziest cop out writing i have seen since supernatural s12 is is fucking awful. There is no other word for it. It is striaght up awful writing.

It would have been better if you SHOWED how and why Starscream ends up this way but you DON'T. There for its not earned or even fucking explained other than. Its shoehorned in.

"It's what a Starscream would" STOP. Stop , just stop trying to constantly make the same character in every universe. Or at the very least explain WHY or fucking how!

One reason why I dread watching Armada is knowing that in Energon and Cybertron they just completely reset his character. This WHOLE ARC OF GROWTH, back to what a "classic" Starscream would be.

I do not know why Starscream is unable to be given a better arc than any other character or villain. Esspcially when Megatron is allowed to be better in ES just because and Starscream isn't.

There was so much set up for good lessons and story telling. They just completely trashed it for something less than digestible.

[in1-nutshell]

With tfa Megatron getting a version of Ophelia can you give earthspark megs his own Ophelia? And him just getting parenting tips from dot?

Introducing TFE Ophelia!

Hope you enjoy!

TFE Ophelia

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

TFE

She was a small sparkling living near the mining tunnels when D-16 first found her.

The poor thing was all soot covered and looked like she hadn’t refueled in a long time.

He kept on passing her scraps of energon, until one day he picked her up and brought her home.

Orion was surprised to find the sparkling in a highchair munching happily on an energon goody in his friend’s home.

Orion: “…” D-16: “… Pax—” Orion: “What happened to ‘I’m not getting attached’?” D-16: “I’m not!” Orion raises his optic and looks at D-16’s arms. They were filled with blankets, a heating pad and energon bottle with markers. Orion: “Right…” The sparkling chirps. Orion: “Just wait until Ariel finds out you have been keeping a sparkling from her.” D-16: “Wait no!”

Given the tight work hours D-16 and Orion were given, it was up to Ariel to help out with the babysitting.

Sure, she was also working similar hours, but she had managed to get it fixed enough for her to babysit the sparkling.

Ariel absolutely adored the tiny bean, even strapping the bean to her chassis so she could exercise while having the sparkling nearby.

Though D-16 made sure to start being more present once he came back and his sparkling started giving him Ariel’s signature smirk.

It would also be on one of these visits that she would get her name.

D-16 and Orion arrive at Ariel’s home. Ariel opened the door with the sparkling clinging to her helm. Ariel: “Welcome home mechs.” They all entered the home. D-16 tries to get his sparkling, but Ariel swats his servo away. Ariel: “No touching Ophelia until you’ve decontaminated yourself.” D-16: “I suppose—wait, Ophelia?” Ariel puffs her chassis. Ariel: “That’s her name! Isn’t that right Ophelia?” The sparkling whirls and chirps happily. Orion coos and reaches out for her but is also swatted by Ariel’s servo. Ariel: “That includes you too Pax!” D-16: “You named her! I was supposed to name her!” Ariel: “Okay what did you have in mind?” D-16: “… Lithia?” Ariel: “No.” D-16: “What do you mean no!” Orion: “Why don’t we let her decide. Call out her name and see which one she reacts best.” D-16: “Lithia, hey Lithia look at me.” The sparkling just stared at him blankly. Ariel: “Ophelia!” The sparkling starts giggling and chirping. Orion: “Guess that’s settled then.”

Ophelia wouldn’t have too many memories of her Uncle Orion and Auntie Ariel.

Too young to be thrusted into a war.

Given Ophelia being a youngling, there wasn’t much she could do.

Mainly staying by Megatron’s side or with any other trusted Con’s on base.

Which was really just Soundwave.

He mainly watched over her, so she never went too far or did anything dangerous.

The mini’s also helped and made sure she was okay.

Megatron: “Soundwave, where is Ophelia?” Soundwave opened his chassis. Ophelia was snoring softly. He gently takes her out and places the minibot in his servos. She was still small enough to fit in his servos. Megatron nods: “Soundwave.” Soundwave nods: “Lord Megatron.”

Once she was older, Megatron started training her.

Not only in the ways of combat, but to ready her to be the new leader of the Decepticon’s when the time came.

At first it was okay, a bit intense for her smaller frame, but, she kept on going to make her father proud.

But soon the training was getting too intense, borderline torturous.

The sessions were starting to leave her limping, dented and bleeding.

There had been multiple times Con’s carried her or called someone to get her to the med bay from how beaten she was.

Ophelia was limping, clutching her bleeding pede. She tenses when she hears a set of pede steps. Frenzy and Rumble: “ ‘Lia!” Two sets of servos grab her shoulders. She yelps at the sudden touch. Ophelia quickly shuts her mouth and fakes a smile. Ophelia: “Hey Frenzy, Rumble…” A larger pair of servos carefully lifts her up. Soundwave: “What happened?” Ophelia groans. Ophelia: “Training was a bit… tougher today.” Soundwave’s visor darkened a bit before he started walking to the med bay.

Most cons had respect for Ophelia.

Though she was the the head archivist and known pacifist, Ophelia was kind, a trait almost lost in the war.

She cared for the cause.

And despite her size, the minibot always spoke to her father about the members of their cause, whether to remind him that there were still some cons left behind or the need to get more supplies to feed them.

It risked her getting harsher training sessions but it was something she was willing to take for them.

It was the reason many were still online to this day.

A reason why most had already sworn loyalty to her in the case she ever did become the next leader of the Decepticons.

It was years into the war, everyone was tired and restless for an end.

It had been a terrible mission and Starscream was naturally to blame.

Except this time, it wasn’t his fault.

Megatron didn’t see that.

And started beating him senselessly.

Ophelia was walking past the room when she spotted Starscream get thrown into the wall. She stopped in her tracks. No, there was no way Megatron would blame Starscream for today’s loss… She was proven wrong as the war lord stalked over to him. The minibot quickly ran into the room and got in between the fallen Seeker and Megatron. Her appearance had surprised them both. Megatron: “Ophelia. Move.” Ophelia: “Why are you punishing Starscream?! He hasn’t done anything recently to deserve it!” Megatron: “Step. Aside.” Ophelia started to tremble a bit but glanced at Starscream. His dents and scraps stopped her from moving. Firmly standing her ground, she looked at him straight in the optics. Ophelia: “No.” Both mechs were surprised by this. Megatron: “Starscream… leave us.” The Second in Command looked hesitant but ended up leaving the room. The minibot looked sternly at her father. Ophelia: “Father, this has gone on for far enough. The beatings, the training, this war! We need to change. We need to talk to—” SLAM! Ophelia didn’t even register the kick Megatron delivered on her chassis until she slammed into the wall and fell on her face. She tried to get up but yelped at a sudden harsh pressure on her backstruts. Megatron was stepping on her, hard. Ophelia: “FATHER! FATHER STOP! PLEASE!” CREAK! Ophelia screamed louder as her energon began pooling from the mini rivers from the new and old cracks in her frame. Ophelia: “FATHER! FATHER STOP! STOP YOU’RE HURTING ME! IT HURTS!” Megatron, with a face of no remorse, stomped on her one last time before looking at the damage. The floor had cracks and a small minibot indent in it. Energon dribbling from her frame and pooling underneath. By some miracle, Ophelia was still awake, just barely. He reached down and grabbed her helm and held her up. She yelped at the sudden harsh movements. Held at optic level, Megatron sneered at her, pressing his fusion canon close to her face. Megatron: “Let this be the last time you EVER think on crossing me, little one.” THUD! He dropped her on the ground and walked away. Ophelia cried as she tried to crawl on the floor. A set of unfamiliar pedes appeared in front of her. She couldn’t hear what was being said as the darkness consumed her. At the medbay… Soundwave was in the med bay with some of the medics. A Vechicon kicks down the door, he was holding a bloodied, limp Ophelia in his arms. Soundwave: “Stev—” Steve: “SOMEONE HELP HER!”

A few days after that beating, the entire Decepticon armada was shook to its core.

Megatron had defected.

Ophelia had to ask if she was still hallucinating from the medication given or the energon loss because it didn’t seem real.

Megatron?

Defect?

But he was their leader!

Why would he?!

How could he!?

Another realization fell on her.

With no leader, the title went to the next in line.

Ophelia was in charge now.

Shockwave, Starscream and Soundwave were behind her and ready to help the new leader in her position.

For once all four of them had begun to work together to try and keep everything from falling apart.

Ophelia did her best to to lead the Cons and she did a good job considering the circumstances, but given the closing of the spacebridge and the overwhelming forces of the Autobots and humans…

By splitting up, it would give the Autobots a harder time catching all of them than staying in one big group.

Ophelia sent the Cons one finally message on the main communication line.

Stay safe and hide.

There was no other alternative.

Ophelia was the last Con to leave the base before the human forces came.

She had left with Soundwave and lived with him for a while before a sudden GHOST trap had separated them.

She hadn’t seen or heard from Soundwave or anyone since.

Ophelia is stumbling across the rocky terrain. Ophelia had injured her pede from her last encounter with GHOST, the new human group hunting down Decepticon��s. She would have sent out a message to any Con still out there… if that human hadn’t blasted her communication set up. Ophelia was trying to climb up a set of steep rocks. SNAP! Ophelia lost her grip. She waited for her back to make contact with the ground. Instead, a pair of servos had caught her. They felt strangely familiar. Ophelia looked up at who caught her. It was a vechicon. They stared at each other for a minute before he placed her down gently. Steve: “Lady Ophelia! It is good to see you are well.” Ophelia: “… Ophelia.” Steve: “What?” Ophelia: “Please, don’t call me ‘My Lady’. Just Ophelia. And you are?” Steve: “Steve My—I mean Ophelia.” He notices her pede sparking. Steve: “What happened to you?” Ophelia grimaces: “GHOST lackeys got lucky.” Steve: “I think I have a med kit back at my hide out. It might help with that.” Ophelia starts to stand up, but Steve had picked her up and started carrying her bridal style. Ophelia: “You don’t need to do this. I still have a pede, I can walk.” Steve: “You still have a pede but you won’t if you continue to put more pressure and strain on it.” Ophelia blinked. Steve: “I’m sorry! I stepped out of line—” Ophelia: “What? No, no you’re right.” Steve blinked. Ophelia: “Forgive me, I can be a bit stubborn sometimes.” Steve smiles as he starts walking. Steve: “But that stubbornness did get the lower ranks more supplies and energon. Something many of us are grateful for.” Ophelia smiled shyly. The two chatted as they made their way to the hideout as the sunset in the horizon.

[a-blog-for-venting-i-guess]

Optimus’ attitude towards Megatron’s betrayal at the end of tf one is very ironic when you take into account earthspark’s premise. (I know they’re separate continuities but hear me out)

TF One’s ending shows Optimus does not think any relationship with Megatron is salvageable. Even before the final fight, Optimus’ first words are,

“We could’ve built the future together.”

Megatron doesn’t process it until the banishment, (his answer to this, “I’ll build it myself,” before charging to attack, and his later shock at the banishment, suggest to me he didn’t even realize that Optimus wasn’t offering some form of Olive Branch or forgiveness) but it’s clear to me Optimus had already given up on his best friend. There was no going back to what they had. But at the same time, part of Optimus desperately wants Megatron to understand why he also chose to let go.

“We could’ve built the future together.”

“We were given the power to change our world but you chose to destroy it, just like Sentinel. You betrayed cybertron and its citizens. And you betrayed… me.”

“It didn’t have to end this way.”

Yet as always, Megatron refuses to take any of the blame.

“This isn’t over… Prime.”

Optimus even had an internal monologue about it. The conflict is key. He acknowledges the line between friend and foe can be blurry but is adamant that once it’s crossed, there can be no going back.

“The line between friend and enemy is not as clear as I once believed. Once it’s crossed, there is no going back, because some transformations are permanent.”

This line is especially fun to think about with Earthspark’s existence. Yes, they are separate continuities, but regardless, it proves Optimus in Transformers One IS WRONG. People can change. They can see they screwed up and try to make amends. It is possible for Megatron to do this.

Whether or not TF One Optimus is willing to give his Megatron another chance should said Megatron ever see the error in his ways is another layer to this. One that, if a sequel of some kind is ever made, I hope they explore.

Granted that would mean this Megs would need a LOT of character development, but I’d love to see him realized he messed up and then Optimus is the one that acts cold in response and has to warm up to the idea of forgiving Megs.

I would love to explore this in a fanfic. But I am both lazy and lack wider knowledge of this franchise and its characters. And unlike Star Trek I don’t feel confident enough to fake it till I make it. So I’ll just think of various scenarios in my head.

[queenstarscream]

Nah i need to talk about Earthspark Starscream for a sec.

I'm so, so so very angry about it btw. First, they gave us inplications that he could MAYBE change. Maybe not entirely good, but maybe not quite as evil as before. Not only that he had someone that tried to care about him genuinely, and still did.

Secondly, while it was tame- Megatron and Starscream still talked. It was so important. They should have gotten another chance.

I'm not saying Starscream in any universe has to forgive Megatron, but Earthspark could have made a really emotional and valuable scene between those two. They NEVER ever give a chance for Megatron to mourn or grieve the other Decepticons? Even if he hates Starscream still? Thats a lot of change for someone.

In season 2 they want Starscream to be the big bad and its just.. why? They could've done that but had him help in the end.

And then finally.. season 3. Where they tease us a lot- which i will admit i thought they wouldn't ever come back to him and just tease. And when they finally show him- he's "crazy", AND his supporter stabs him.

I'm sorry, what the actual fuck? As someone who is psychotic, and an abuse surviver, this is absolutely disgusting writing and i don't want to hear "they had limited time and new writers" as an excuse.

You know what you do? You have him help vaguely, and then he fucking leaves, if you can't be bothered to properly redeem him or anything else.

And since we are here, Earthspark s1 was good. Thats it. It focused too much on the humans ( which i DO appreciate and find it beautiful that the main humans are non-white. ) and not enough on the robots. I'm rewatching G1 and even though it spend a lot of time with humans- it still mainly focused on the robots.

Same with Transformers Prime and Animated.

I am so tired of series like this almost making me feel emotional and then its flat. Its like- Almost there, and then its like the producers are like "Oh remember this is a kids show and also only for kids. Btw this is a kids show. Dont be too emotional. Throw in a joke".

They could have had Megatron at least be the one to go get Starscream in the end to start that road of "i want to try to help you" PROPERLY.

The IMPACT of it all. The emotion it would have had. Not that Starscream is emotional nor is Megatron, but if they had written it right. They could have done it in a way where the abuser isn't forgiven, but they both help each other become better people within the moment. Or fuck- even a dangerous fight between the two ( worse than the first one ) with Starscream PROPERLY calling Megatron out with an audience of the terrans, Decepticons and autobots, maybe even Dottie.

Make it an emotional episode for lore and implications that are good enough for kids to understand ( see The Owl House ) and make it an episode about Growing as a person/bot and that its okay to be hurt, you don't have to forgive people that have hurt you + you don't have beat yourself up for being a bad person, you just keep working on yourself.

But also this has the Decepticons REALLY realize how bad it was, as well as the Autobots ( though i feel like Optimus and Elita already would know ), and Dottie could talk to the Terrans about it, and thats how it could've been "a kids show lesson" or whatever.

Sorry i rambled i am just so. We could have had it all.

[smuzi15]

Hear me out - Starscream Earthspark

Why did Starscream take Hashtag so well?

Theory/Headcanon

Starscream is incredibly lonely. He doesn't have a soulmate he could confide in, he doesn't have someone who could understand him. Yes, he has his own triad - Skywarp and Novastorm, but the problem is that they are unable to understand Starscream.

It would seem that they are the closest of all, they simply could not help but know what pain their leader is going through, but why do they have such a strained relationship?

It's simple: Skywarp thinks that Starscream exaggerates and dramatizes everything, and Novastorm does not know what Starscream went through. Skywarp has known Starscream for a long time and has seen more than once how he could "blowing this out of proportion" because it is in his nature. Naturally, when Screamer talks about how Megatron was harsh with him, Skywarp will say "don't exaggerate", and that's the end of their dialogue. With Novastorm, everything is simpler, she is a new member of the triad, she is a replacement for Thundercracker (I assume that he died) and she has not known Starscream for long enough to believe his stories. Hence the conclusion: Starscream is alone not only in the remnants of the Decepticon faction, but also in his own triad. He is literally ready to scream about how bad he is, how much pain he is in, but they do not hear him, they DO NOT BELIEVE him.

And now imagine how in an indifferent crowd there appears someone who extends a hand, someone who is ready to believe in every word you say, about the pain you have experienced, which others considered nonsense.

Hashtag - the one who understands, the one who was ready to listen to Starscream and for him this is a breath of fresh air in a stuffy room. For the first time in many years, someone believed him, he is understood, and Screamer seizes on this. He is ready to sacrifice his life for someone who simply managed to understand him.

It's "You... believe me?" - the cry of his spark that has finally found its outlet.

Starscream is magnificent