#would be Beast Wars' Rampage

[coldgoldlazarus]

Found an older snippet I'd written back in 2018 or so, also set in my personal fan-continuity with Jazz and Alexis. Though some of the ideas and details have changed since this was written, I still think the overall vibe of it holds up, so figured I'd post it. And this one has music!

Takes place after a big peace meeting between the Autobots and Decepticons goes horribly, horribly wrong.

A Drive In Silence And Darkness

It was dark up in the mountains, with a moonless night sky and oppressive clouds hanging low overhead. Were it not for the reflective panels lining the road, and the rocky slopes visible on either side, Alexis could almost imagine they were driving through an empty void. As it was, even with the brights on, the view outside was almost entirely pitch black.

It was a fitting reflection of the sober mood inside, at least. Thoughts heavy with worry, Alexis couldn’t bring herself to speak, and Jazz was equally silent at first. They’d been driving like this for an hour or so now, yet aside from the road itself, there were no signs of civilization. “You holdin’ up alright, 'Lexis?” He finally asked, though for once it was unaccompanied by the cartoonish representation of his face that usually appeared on the console screen.

“I… think I’m okay, physically at least,” she answered, glancing down to make sure no sudden wounds would appear to prove her wrong. “But emotionally, I’ve… definitely been better.”

“You can talk to me anytime,” Jazz gently reminded.

Alexis took a moment to get her thoughts in order before speaking again. The red glow of the dashboard reminded her of the strange Decepticon who had appeared, and the chaos that had followed. “I still don’t understand what exactly happened back there. It was just… scary.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know any more than you do,” Jazz admitted. “But I think the ground bridge got taken out right as we were takin’ our leave.”

“Of course it would have,” Alexis muttered wearily. “So yeah, after all that, I’m worried. About us, lost in the middle of nowhere, probably without the ground bridge to take us back. About my parents, because they just had to pick now to come back home for a change, right when all this started up. About the other Autobots, if they’re doing okay after that whole… mess. About the Decepticons and whatever they may be planning now. And…” She crossed her arms, looking out the window at the dark mountainside racing past, invisible even at a mere meter away. “And I’m worried about you, Jazz. You’re acting different somehow; I’ve never seen you this serious. Are you okay?”

Jazz sighed, the sound filling his interior, before falling silent again. Alexis suddenly became aware of the noise of the road, subtly changing pitch in time with the speedometer’s needle as Jazz slowed down, just by the slightest of amounts. “I’m just tired,” he finally confessed, voice quiet. “I’m tired of hoping. Tired of thinkin’ we may just be on the track to doing a little better… Only to be proven wrong over and over and over and over. I’m tired of this war, ‘Lexis. Tired of fighting, and tired of bein’ afraid that when the day finally comes, when the war ends for real and we can all put down the guns… I may not know how to stop.” He paused for a moment, taking on a bitter tone. “Nobody else seems to remember, that’s for sure.”

Alexis nodded quietly, thinking for several long moments. “I… I think if anyone can, it would be you. I’ve seen you; you still know how to laugh, and build, and have fun, and blast music waaay too loud.” She chuckled. "You can appreciate the little things in life, more than I do at least. The likes of Prowl and Grimlock may not know how to do that anymore… But you taught me this stuff; I think you could be the one to remind them, too."

Outside, Jazz smoothly rounded a sudden hairpin turn, crossing the line and again to do so; Alexis barely felt the shift in direction. “…Thank you. I think I needed that.” he finally responded, and a simple smiley face popped up on the console; despite herself, Alexis grinned back. “And don’t you worry; we’ll get back home safe and sound, one way or another. Trust me, and I promise I’ll find that way!”

The silence that followed was different, more comforting and companionable now. Grinning contentedly, Alexis leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes to get some sleep. Despite her lingering fears and Jazz’s troubled words, deep down she had a feeling that somehow or another, everything would turn out just fine.

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

Beast Wars Rampage

[liaswritesrobots]

Request for perhaps— Dinobot, Rampage, Terrorsaur, or Dinobot II falling for a cybertronian on the opposite side? (Like Preds falling for a Maximal, and vice-versa)?

Head canon or scenario is up to your choice!

Dinobot

🦖 To be honest, Dinobot has always kind of had a thing for you. His number one regret for leaving the Predacons is that he couldn't take you with him.

🦖 That doesn't mean he doesn't try to sway you of course. He knows you'd be treated at least a little bit better with the Maximals like he is. He always tried to convince you of this during combat.

🦖 If he's never able to get you to switch sides he tries to put his feelings for you aside the best he can. You won't join him so you two are enemies now.

🦖 But if you do decide to switch sides he's rather joyed by your decision, not that he'll show it. He asks Primal to extend the patience he's showed him to you.

Rampage

🦀 He first lays optic on you on the battlefield and is immediately intrigued. What a cute little maximal you are. He bets your screams of terror would be extra tantalizing.

🦀 Always tries to get you into combat with him and only him because he does try to sway you to the side of the Predacons, complimenting your strength and nerve. If someone else is in the fight it's hard to get you to listen to what he has to say after all.

🦀 He uh... has a habit of showing up wherever you are. Usually to try and sway you again (or at least let him see you scared) but you're pretty sure it isn't a coincidence.

🦀 If he does somehow talk you into joining the Predacons he is overprotective of you, trying to keep the others from harassing or insulting you too much. He talks about getting his spark fragments back and running away with you after he slags Megatron.

Terroraur

🪶 Uuuuugh there is NO way he has feelings for a dumb little Maximal! No way! Even if you are cute and shiny and picked a flying alt! No way!

🪶 Finds himself trailing behind you on flights. It's for intel of course. He isn't hoping to get you alone to try to convince you to join the Predacons and take Megatron down and rule together!

🪶 Ok yeah he's down bad. He only admits it after a comment from Waspinator. But so what?! At least you're actually easy on the optics, unlike a lot of the others.

🪶 If he managed to talk you into joining the Predacons then he shows absolutely no shame in claiming you as his own, throwing his arms around your shoulders or grabbing you by the waist to pull you closer. He's very hands on when it comes to affection.

[cherryplasmids]

so that was the end of beast wars... i can't articulate my thoughts coherently so i'm just gonna ramble in the tags

[eggsnatcheskneecaps]

Transformers Beast Wars Rampage stimboard

🦀🩸🦀|🦀🩸|🦀🩸🦀

[transingthoseformers]

SG Rampage should be a good guy with a power usually considered evil, but I've no idea what.

perhaps necromancy?

[hasmadara]

Some Beast Wars redesigns!! Annotations below :3

Edit: wow mobile quality is terrible, i hate you tumble

INFERNO

I went very heavy with the knight imagery, serving his rrroyalty!! Went with a mix between a trapjaw ant and turtle ant because I wanted a shield. He has dual flame-throwers on his back/shoulders connected to the ant-butt because might as well add another mix with the yellow crazy ant, that sprays acid (in this case flammable liquid) through it's rear!

Being grabbed by those extremely strong, extremely fast mandibles of the trapjaw ant before being blasted by a flamethrower to the face sounds like a wonderful time <3

RATTRAP

Rattrap I wanted it to feel like an Italian mobster, I think I went a little too on-the-nose but, I like it! He has a fedora-type helmet, with a lovely cigar alongside some hidden suspenders and I tried to make the rat head have a tie - on his wrists he has tools such as lockpicking devices, torch, other things ;)

In my continuity he's primarily infiltration and sabotage, with a heavy preference for explosives

RAMPAGE

Rampage was fun, I stuck heavily to his BW design but I wanted the mutant freak part of him to be more emphasised. So, the crab has teeth. And 6 legs? I gave him extra arms because it would be quite hard to grab things with those mega pincers, but also extra arms are cool as fuck. He also has spurs and leg-guns because, again, cool as fuck. I love how his biolights turned out!

I didn't want to spend time drawing massive guns but he does still have his rotating grenade launcher thing - it has all sorts: hellfire missiles, acid bombs, napalm grenades, and other nightmares <3

DEPTH CHARGE

Depth Charge was very fun also, I wanted his colouring to be extremely opposite to Rampage's so he has very muted cool tones while Rampage is blindingly bright. He has twin remora-shotgun things on his shoulders, and I wanted the manta to be more manta, less metallic. I enjoyed doing the gold highlights to add a bit of grandeur and elegance to him.

In my continuity his primary weapon is the Blades of Chaos from GoW :'))

[prissnukem]

Waspinator was actually a later, more successful itteration of the Protoform X experiment, however it wasn’t relevant to the plot and thus never mentioned

[evolutionsvoid]

When the betrayal occurred, dragon kind earned the ire of the Church, and thus the hate of the entire land. To besiege the holy city, to burn the great cathedrals and attack the beloved Ichor. Such blasphemy and treason can never be forgiven. So it was there that it was decided that the dragons would perish, their ties to the Church severed and the armies now aimed at their throats. Throughout the land, the dragons would become hated symbols, and even commoners would spit upon the mere mention of their name. The dragons earned themselves powerful enemies, but man was not the first to despise them. There are others who hate the dragons with a terrible passion, who can never forget a grudge that has haunted their kind since ancient times.

It is common knowledge that Oliphants hate dragons, flying into a rampage whenever one is sensed. They never took well with the ancient dragons, but didn't stand a chance against such massive foes. However, with their stunted descendants now roaming the lands, these great beasts finally have suitable targets for their disgust. When a Lesser Dragon and an Oliphant meet, it is usually a battle to the death, neither side willing to surrender to their ancient foe. Even trained Oliphants strain against their orders and conditioning when faced with the opportunity for vengeance, and owners struggle to keep them free of the fray. As it stands, no one truly knows why the Oliphants hate the dragons so, but now that the vile reptiles are forsaken in the eyes of the Church, folk are eager to join their rampage.

With this knowledge in mind, it is no wonder why this abomination gained such a title. Oliphants and dragons do not mix, until now, when a select few of their kind have been warped by Eitr. For whatever reason, they were exposed and thus have become monsters. Thus have gained the title of Primal Paradox. These beasts are a mix of Oliphant and dragon, born by the leaking Eitr. Their hide is armored by scale, and their snouts now breathe Primal Flame. From this mutation comes great power and strength, and also a violent rage.

Primal Paradoxes appear to retain the knowledge of the Oliphants' grudge, as well as know that the blood of dragons flows in their veins. Within them is a battle between these two sides, in constant war with parts that can never mix. The Primal Paradox is a creature of ceaseless violence and anger, disgusted by the world and even itself. It cannot stomach its own existence, nor the world that created them. Thus they destroy and burn all around them, terrorizing and trumpeting til they finally meet their end. Some find this endless rampage a good thing, as they inevitably burn themselves out. Primal Paradoxes do not live long, as they are either slain or their bodies give out from stress and its self-destructive tendencies. But many are not willing to wait for this to happen, as they carve a path of carnage wherever they roam, smashing and burning all. Yet their armored hide is difficult to pierce, and their snout spews great plumes of Primal Flame. Their forelimbs punch and smash, while webbed ears fan the fires of their hate. Their lives are of constant chaos and din, only falling silent when the blade cuts them down. Death is where they find peace, and so many hunters feel obligated to grant these monstrosities that final comfort.

Despite their dual warring natures, folk have noted that their mutation is quite thorough. While other Primal Beasts show mere shades of Eitr and dragon scale, the Primal Paradox is fully armored and efficiently wields Primal Flame. There is no tainting in their fire, no humors turned wrong. Some would swear this form fits them like a glove, despite their endless self-loathing. It bears the question of the Oliphants and Eitr. Are these two sides truly separate from one another? Does their hate come from an outsider's perspective, or is this grudge born closer than we believe? Perhaps man wasn't the only creature burned by the treasonous nature of dragons...

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"Primal Paradox"

Aaaaand there be the last of the Primal Beasts! Well, for now! The month is coming to an end but, to no surprise, I failed in posting all the dragony stuff I wanted, so expect to see more rolling into September! Call it Sept-Ember or something like that!

[kurim-chis]

“The one who buried the beloved, was also you.”

—— blade/yingxing x reader (VERY lightly implied dan feng x you)

BACKGROUND: You're a short-lived species who arrived to the xianzhou alongside Yingxing in the merchant ships (perhaps childhood sweethearts??), you've been in a relationship for a few years now and while Yingxing is gruff and rough around the edges, he's nevertheless besotted with you and fiercely in love with you; a happy ending to this story seems likely —— until you get struck with the mara-disease.

AKA this is half-assed narrative and half-assed word vomit, I just want to add more pain and suffering to Blade's past while being self-indulgent trash :D

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yingxing has seen the mara disease so many times before, during the war and within the ships with their citizens, especially once their times passed the five hundred mark and madness slowly creeps in. their faces had mostly been obscured by golden flowers and twisting branches the first time he saw the corpses, but throughout the years he's seen many variations of them.

faces contorted in agony, twisted in fear and despair, or slack and numb as roots wriggled out of their skin and flowers bloomed over their eyes, and most often they would be driven into mara-struck madess and insane bloodlust in their rampages.

yingxing never expects the mara to fall upon you.

if yingxing tries to look back on it, perhaps it had started way more earlier than they'd known — perhaps it was the itching, the little scratches healing faster than they should, the headaches and the daydreaming. it doesn't quite strike either of you until one day you are screaming as golden lines split your skin, as little branches claw their way out of your arms, and small buds blossom from the wounds on your flesh. it's sudden and unexpected and terrifying and you are hunched over yourself trembling and shivering and sweating as he tries to hold you, a hand hovering over the tiny blossoms that grows out of your neck and collarbone, the tiny roots wriggling out of your arms, and it gets progressively worse from thereon.

this can't be happening, you say

i'm scared, you say

please believe me, you say

(because you're a short-lived species, and the only way you could've been struck with mara like this is for you to receive the plague author's blessing)

yingxing believes you (yingxing loves you)

you are frightened and terrified and yingxing can only hold you through the tears and terror and confusion and pleasedon'thatemeyingxing

perhaps, if it had been just the blessings of the abundance, it would've been fine. there are countless individuals within the ship who use the power of the abundance in medicine and aid, after all. but roots continue to wiggle and settle over your skin like bangles and chains, golden flowers begin sprouting from the buds in your flesh, and even your eyes and hair starts losing their colors.

you try to snip the blossoms and the locks of hair and the branches, and the wounds only heal over and over and over again, each time faster than before, the blooms brighter and livelier than the last, and the tips of your hair take on the color of dry blood and your eye color melt into the gold of the mara disease.

you are in pain, you are in agony and miserable, and eventually, even your memories and sense of self start deteriorating amidst a haze of golden petals and blood.

you start asking if it would be better to die "while you still can" (you are afraid of becoming like the mara-struck soldiers in the game), but yingxing doesn't allow you to.

this cannot be happening, yingxing thinks.

it breaks yingxing to watch you like this, but no one else can know. xianzhou will see you dead for suspicions of worshipping the plague author. he can only hold you during the nights and soothe your fits until you settle like a docile beast in his arms, and then during the day, he researches

yingxing puts aside the forgery for as long as he possibly can without arousing suspicions and throws himself into mara research discreetly, but there's not much he can find. access to advanced texts are restricted and he only learns about as much as anyone interested in the mara disease knows, but one thing is for sure —— there's no documented recovery from the mara in the centuries of the xianzhou history.

become mara-struck, and you either die in a flurry of golden flowers or are striked down by the cloud knights.

(there's another thing yingxing eventually finds out, as well —— this is no accident. someone caused this to you)

(yingxing will hunt them down to the farthest reach of the stars, and he will not stop until they are dead. whoever did this will wish they hadn't been born.)

if yingxing cannot find anything about how to recover from the mara, perhaps then he could find a way to control the disease, prevent it from hurting you as it was doing now, prevent it from turning you into a mad creature. it wasn't too late yet, and yingxing refuses to give up on you.

yingxing turns to imbibitor lunae and the scalegorge waterscape — the sacred abode of the vidyadhara, a race devoted to the sealing and guard of the ambrosial arbor, and that becomes one amongst the many mistakes he will have commited.

in the future, the man - yingxing - who will become known as blade will look back on this moment and laugh — madly, loudly, hatefully, as he lives on cursing his life and that of two other sinners.

you are dead, and yingxing could not save you

you are dead, and blade wants to die

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BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO CONTINUE NARRATING:

There are a LOT of layers to what I want to be happening in the premise of this short. For example, I wanted to write that the ones responsible for "you", as a short-lived species, going mara-struck was a result of sabotaging and conflict with Sanctus Medicus (or whatever antagonist there is during the events of Dan Feng and Yingxing's crimes), who wanted to sow strife amidst the Xianzhou. There's a lot of plot going on that my little brain can't be bothered to rationalize.

During his research on mara and trying to find out HOW you turned mara, he begins suspecting of foul play and unearths quite a bit of shit within the Xianzhou. There's a lot of sketchy shit, some not related at all to what he wants to know, and it paints numerous targets of Yingxing.

Their main targets would actually be Jing Liu (who some time later on succumbs to mara and goes on a murderous rampage) and many other higher ups and important figures to different areas of the Xianzhou. In trying to discreetly trigger or infect mara to others, they also partook in indiscriminate damage in hopes one of their targets will be caught unawares and be infected with something that can trigger or coax out the mara disease, and "you" were caught in the crossfire and ended up mara struck (or perhaps you were intentionally targeted as well, can't decide on this) as a short-lived species collateral. Many of the other short-lived species die during this period of time.

By some twist of fate or whatever, your descent into mara isn't instantaneous and is instead painful, slow and with a clear consciense of the changes in your body, but it's only slowed, and your body can't adjust to mara like how Blade and Jing Liu will in the future.

Ying Xing, however, clings to the hope you can mantain your clarity and sense of self, and what he wanted to do in this short is research the vidyadhara's records to see if he could seal away your mara or contain your disease. When that wasn't enough, he will perhaps 1) try to find some other way, 2) try to see if Dan Feng can find a way to contain your mara disease, or at least delay it until something can be done because this wasn't your fault.

Instead, what happens is that Dan Feng kills you.

Dan Feng sees you and you are half consumed with flowers even though you aren't being violent or crazed, you've tanked the attacks of many other cloud knights and mara-struck alike and are covered in blood and tatters while everyone's dead. Your sins are set in stone (are they really?) and your ending is only a matter of time, so Imbibitor Lunae - although pained - decides to put you down and lay you to rest. He tries to kill you - and either fails or obliterates your sense of self so all that remains is a corpse that keeps healing - and then seals/buries your regenerating body into the Scalegorge Waterscape.

Dan Feng's actions are an act of compassion, love and mercy in his eyes. He buries you in Scalegorge Waterscape, where your rest will be undisturbed and none shall desecreate your body, not even the Xianzhou will be able to part the seas of Scalegorge.

But that and what Yingxing sees are different. (they also think differently lmao)

After Yingxing reaches Scalegorge amidst all the chaos that would be happening, he would only know you were hurt very, very badly. Blood, flowers, tattered clothes. Lots of fighting, arguing, etc.

Ending is that - as mentioned - despite his efforts otherwise, Yingxing sees your body cast into the abyss of the Scalegorge Waterscape and sealed there, left to rot in the darkness and cold of an artificial sea.

Afterwards, he himself becomes mara-struck and then is sent of to be killed over and over again by Jing Liu lmao. He wants to die, but he cannot.

At some point in time, he almost forgets that his name is Yingxing and he had loved someone who died unjustly amidst internal conflict and everything, but it comes back to him when he escapes and becomes Blade.

EVERYTHING here is just self-indulgent brainstorming. NGL it could've been better.

[cybertron-after-dark]

You should write beast wars, can I have some silly predacon headcanons?

I should absolutely write beast wars. Silly Predacon headcanons coming up

-Megatron talks battle strategy with his rubber duck all the time. He considers it his most trusted advisor because it's never said anything stupid and never tried to kill him. Honestly, he's tempted to think of the little dude as his only real friend.

-Speaking of Megatron, the man is a WHORE for a good bath bomb. Lush addiction, 100%. He has a whole hidden stock of bath bombs, bath salts, scented oils, candles, decorative soaps, scented metal polish and flower petals specifically for spoiling himself when he feels like hes completely surrounded by idiots. Which is often. Has he ever tried to eat one of the decorative soaps that look like baked goods? It doesn't count if it's the t rex hand.

-the reason skorponok occasionally reverts into caveman speak for some episodes is the writers couldn't figure out what to do with him he knows talking like that pisses off tarantulas and he thinks his annoyance is funny even though literally nobody else is amused by the bit.

-skorponok actually kind of misses dinobot because he made his job a lot easier. Constantly pitching ideas, suggesting battle strategies, pointing out flaws in plans. He was useful, even if he seemed to hate skorponok. He doesn't really know how to be a good second in command anymore because a crucial part of the dynamic is missing and he just can't adapt.

-waspinator is perfectly capable of speaking in normal grammar and not in the third person but he's been doing it since he joined in with Megatron and at this point he thinks he's in too deep to knock it off. He thinks it makes him sound cuter because it's actually an evolution of internet uwu speak. Memes get weirdly translated from earth to Cybertron and back.

-waspinator is actually really good at baking but he'll get blasted to bits a thousand times over before he lets anyone other than terrorsaur know because none of his other coworkers deserve to try his cupcakes (and also because he doesn't want to get "promoted" to kitchen slave). Dinobot knew, but he didn't snitch. Wasp never found out that Dinobot would occasionally snag a brownie, he always thought he just counted wrong.

-Terrorsaur is not above attempting to seduce a maximal but all his flirting attempts go horribly awry. If they don't outright reject him they just have no idea what he's getting at bc Predacon flirting is usually a lot different than maximal flirting so everyone thinks he's just kind of being a dick like usual. Dinobot knows exactly what is happening and ranges anywhere from amused to disgusted by the cross-faction fling attempts. The flying weasel clearly has no principles.

-Every couple weeks or so wasp and terrorsaur will get together to watch terrible movies over a bottle of highgrade and it always devolves into bitching about megatron. They tried inviting tarantulas a few times but he'd always make things Weird by bringing in slashers with really good special effects and proceeding to gush about how tasty the gore looks.

-Tarantulas knows what just about every living species in the known galaxy tastes like, organic, mechanical and everything in between. If it's made contact with Cybertron, chances are he's he's tried their flesh (or lack thereof). If it's at all possible, he wants to find out enough about the Vok to figure out how to capture, kill and eat one.

-Tarantulas also thinks rampage is a total poser when it comes to cannibalism. He doesn't even look like he's having fun with it. Barely any torturing or teasing beforehand, only dramatic monologues about fear and anguish. Bah! Amateur...

-Blackarachnia has a trash tv addiction. She doesn't know WHY the Darksyde's datatrax has every season of Keeping Up with the Kardashians and like 30 TLC produced shows, but she refuses to stop watching them. Tarantulas fucking hates it. She does not care and if he complains she will turn the volume higher.

-Blackarachnia has incredibly mixed feelings on the story Cinderella. On the one hand, it gives her a degree of hope. A girl reduced to a work slave for terrible people that gets to escape and live it up with a guy that lives her? Great conceptually, but she only got to get out of it because she was a good person and nice to everyone. Blackarachnia? Not quite so disgustingly sweet. She's a bad girl through and through. And evidently bad people don't get to escape bad situations. Oh well. She can always try to fake it til she makes it.

-Inferno has always secretly hoped that when the war is over, his Queen Megatron will settle down with him and repopulate the colony together. He has wildly saccharine domestic daydreams of being with his giant beloved lizardy queen and their 3000+ kids. He has accidentally let this slip around Megatron once, who proceeded to pointedly ignore what he just said.

-Terrorsaur and Blackarachnia got Inferno to watch Drag Race but upon hearing the contestants being called queen, he took it a bit too literally and interpreted the show as the sad, underwhelming way human queens settle disputes between their colonies instead of just fighting the proper way. Lame.

-Quickstrike is so so very sad he can't play video games. He wants to play GTA and cause excessive and wanton death and destruction, but his fucked up hands cannot hold the controller. He forsakes Primus for building him the way he did. He keeps trying to get tarantulas to make him a usable controller but he gets brushed off every time.

-Quickstrike has attempted to ride inferno in his beast mode into battle. It did not end well but for about a solid 18 seconds it looked metal as hell.

-Rampage actually really likes depth charge and wants to be friends sooooo bad but he doesn't know how to handle that in a healthy way so he keeps trying to get his attention by playing up the cannibalism thing and hoping they fight again. Honestly he just kind of likes depth charge holding him, even if it's in a chokehold.

-After losing transmutate, Rampage projected a lot of his grief onto waspinator, which lead to a very strange period of time on the ship where rampage would get very cuddly and protective of wasp, who was incredibly terrified of what would happen if he shoved the crab off. Usually accompanied by Rampage being Incredibly Sad.

-every month the preds have a game night. Usually a board game or card game with Megatron's house rules. Said house rules are specifically designed to make a fight break out for his amusement. These game nights typically end with at least three people in the r-chamber and somebody missing at least one limb.

[springlillies42]

I wasn't sure about the other 4 DJD (doesn't say but I'll assume not), but yeah tarn, tfp ratchet, tfp starscream used the dark cocaine and red energon too, oh and kup and his cigars. Does rampage count? 100% robo drugs. Like there's the addiction; withdrawal side affects and everything. I'm tempted to just read through as much of the wiki I can because I miss remember some things sometimes. yay for taking a health class that taught the symptoms of drugs and alcohol out of requirement.

[llondonfog]

diasomnia month // prompt 11 — au (star wars)

His father lurks in the Force like a chirodactyl, ever watchful and patient. It's an act of preservation, to draw the leathery wings of his mind close and neat, to appear blind and passive in the vast darkness as if he were merely a forgotten relic to pass over instead of the lair of a great beast itself.

It used to be a game, when Silver was younger, a ruse his father came up with to both strengthen his burgeoning abilities and pass the grueling time spent in gritty freighters as they planet-hopped— hide and seek among immaterial galactic forests where nighttime reigned supreme. No one had ever been as successful at it as he, his father would tell him afterwards with an odd smile upon his face, looking at Silver as if seeing him for the first time, each time. Silver didn't quite understand his father's surprise— no matter how the man tried to hide, it was as if his presence created a gravitational pull, a bond snapped clear into Silver's heart, leading him straight to his father as a small moon seeks the comfort of the planet it orbits adoringly.

Now, however, his father's wings are opened, and they rip the fabric of the world to shreds.

Silver flinches as much as the binders slicing into his wrists and the dull pounding in his head allow, the howls of screams outside crackling through the air in tandem with the shockwaves of painagonydeath muddying the Force like a purpling bruise. It rankles and seethes with his father's maddening rage, a culmination of sleepless days spent tracking down the scum who would steal his son from him and sell him to the highest bidder. The chirodactyl in his mind's eye screeches with an ancient, predatory satisfaction as those who would deal in human life are cleaved in two by the Force itself, his father wielding its power as judge, jury, and eager executioner.

When the door slides open with a snap-hiss, he does not see the extent of his father's gory rampage, the dissection of limbs and blood-splattered, filth-lined walls. He does not see the dark tendrils crooning in well-fed contentment, fattened like milk-heavy loth-kittens, as they eddy around his father's feet.

All that his small moon needs kneels before him, cradling his cheeks in clawed fingertips as delicate as a feather, and peering down at him with crimson eyes of raw concern as his father murmurs assurances of safety with the same tongue that curses his swift retribution to the once-slavers outside when he notices the faded mark on Silver's temple.

"—m fine," he manages to whisper, pushing gratitudehappinessfather into the shrieking maelstrom that wraps around the frayed edges of his mind with wrathful protection, leaning heavily forward into his father's hands. "They only tried to intimidate me, that's all—"

mysonmychildhurt his father's presence slinks around him, ever watchful as Lilia makes short work of the binders around his limbs, slicing through them with a viciousness as if they had done him a great personal injury. Silver sways on his feet, unsteady from the lack of nutrition and uneasy sleep, and his father catches him with ease before he can tumble to the steel floor below. He can see it without focusing, the wing unfurling to drape over the aches in his mind, drawing him down into a creature comfort of childish innocence.

sleep, it whispers to him, and in the arms of the dark Jedi, the only man who he's ever known as father, Silver cannot resist.

[idlepollingofcybertron]

1.) The Red Rust: The Dead End is along the dock and waterways and canals of Rodion in the poorer older area. It is tightly packed and old with both some of the oldest historical buildings and the poorest areas on Cybertron. A return of the Rust Plague is reported first there in a clinic. The disease was wiped out and had previously devastated Cybertron. Rather than risk it get out the government shuts down the Dead End and as even bodies would be infected, "clears it out". There is an attempt to cover this up but it fails as does the containment attempt of the disease. It was actually caught by a wealthy collector who purchased an otm that contained it and he visited the Dead End and spread it. The new variant of the Rust Plague, the Red Rust, spreads until a young doctor named Pharma makes a cure. By this point the survivors of the Dead End have fled Rodion.

2.) The Destruction of Nyon: Nyon became a mining town heavily operated by the government and regulated with strict divisions. The city has miles and miles of tunnels dug under it and support from abandoned shafts but lower areas are not maintained and many due to divisions cannot live in areas without permits. During a shift tragedy strikes and Nyon collapses on itself. The higher caste areas are evacuated and rescued first leadings to thousands dying neglected and buried in the Lower City.

3.) The Death of Delta Magnus: Delta Magnus, the Leader of the Primal Guard, is attacked at a political event during Nominus Prime's tour across Cybertron to visit each polity. Angry protestors try to shoot the Prime and Magnus takes the hit. A local doctor, Glit, treats him and Delta Magnus dies due complications. Scandal erupts when "evidence" is produced that Glit was intoxicated on the job and protests against beast formers and other frames that aren't "naturally medical" being employed increases. Glit is very publicly found culpable and loses his license.

4.) The Trypticon Incident: The Titan Trypticon causes devastation when he goes on a rampage, leaving Vos and destroying Crystal City. He has to be brought down. It is discovered after the fact that his Hot Spot, known for mainly producing Seekers, was poisoned by waste dumping. The company found guilty throws a few employees, including a lead researcher Mesothulas, to the wolves but gets off due to connections within the government.

Other Poll: Elita's Mentee

[elfdragon12]

I don't know if y'all remember that one anon who came into my inbox trying to argue that Inferno and Quickstrike were poor manipulated little woobies and the Maximals were so awful for leaving their bodies for the protohumans to go Return of the Jedi on them?

Well, in the Beast Wars tags, I keep seeing very similar anon asks about this same thing with very similar vocabulary that I would be surprised to learn it wasn't the same person. And I'm flabbergasted.

Reminder! Quickstrike's character was always "violent little bastard itching for treachery and backstabbing". Megatron didn't need to help him in that direction. Megatron had the Darksyde computer change the Fuzors' activation code while Quickstrike was in the middle of instigating a fight with Silverbolt. Quickstrike didn't even believe him at first! Megatron tried manipulating them by playing nice!

"Teamwork and cooperation, those are the Predacon watch words." Y'all remember how Quickstrike replied?

"How about backstabbing and treachery?" Yeah! With no influence! He even betrays Megatron later in the series.

Quickstrike is just a violent bastard out the gate and that's okay! I love him for that actually! He's one of my favorite Predacons and I even bought his toy off Ebay!

We never see Megatron manipulate Inferno. Tarantulas was hoping for another arachnid to be loyal to him, not Megatron (even then, he didn't care that much because he wanted the pod more). It also turned out that the Predacon chip didn't even affect his personality much at all because the Ant Brain took over! He was ready to fight anyone, Maximal or Predacon, that was a threat to "the colony"! The Predacon chip basically only dictated who took him home at the end of the episode and Megatron wasn't even particularly thrilled when taking Inferno's parts to get repaired. Megatron can't even get him to stop calling him queen.

Turns out that ants wage war with and fight each other all the time! And Inferno is no exception!

There was no respect between the Maximals and the Predacons. At all. The closest was perhaps after Transmutate died in the crossfire of Silverbolt and Rampage's fighting. Everyone hated Tarantulas. Rampage was based off of Hannibal Lector (for kids!). Waspinator was a coward. Terrorsaur was cruel. Scorponok created the virus that almost killed Optimus. Megatron was a tyrant. Inferno was a single-minded pyromaniac and Quickstrike was a violent bastard. Why would the Maximals make an effort to retrieve their bodies?? Why is it not fitting that the protohumans use the bodies of Inferno and Quickstrike as trophies after the two attacked them?

I greatly enjoy Quickstrike and Inferno, but let's not pretend they were poor little woobie victims and that the Maximals not caring what happened to them was some moral failing.

[nep-nomer]

Here it is... The moment about... 16 of you waited for.

The starscream theory

So as long as starscream has been present, I think we're all pretty stumped as to why him of all people have a immortal spark and want to know why that is besides what's been explained in beast wars (that's it's mutated).

I think I know that answer and it basically boils down to starscream being a reincarnation or another version of Primus.

I know that sound crazy but hear me out.

We know that primus can make forms for himself, one of which is rung from the lost light comics. Rung is described to have a very bright and old spark which is pretty much all the indication we get until he's revealed to be primus. It is until then (maybe sooner or later) that we also learn that rung has a immortal spark.

And besides the immortal spark experiment that created rampage in beast wars, starscream and rung are the only ones to have this strange ability.

But of course that's not all I have. So we also know from the taao (till all are one) comics that starscream is constructed cold. What does that mean? It means that his own body that we all see him in was one that was mass produced in a factory and given to him before he could find his own form, which is how most transformers like bumblebee, Optimus and arcee get their forms. So it means during this whole time, starscream and a handful of other seekers probably don't even know what their supposed to be and it's all thanks to them being constructed cold.

But when we do see what he was meant to be, we can see how much was taken from him because he was constructed cold.

Of course the size is a representation of his ego, but this. This is what Starscream was meant to be and he's actually quite pretty. Though I'm sure as everyone is starting to notice, starscream has purple optics, which isn't really good as normally purple optics are a result of dark energon... Which is also called unicrons blood. Now I'm not saying that starscreams a all powerful being that can control dark energon, but I will say that MAYBE .... Just maybe, starscream might have some energon in his body that's being registered as dark energon in that moment. It's not quite unicrons blood, though.

But now back to starscreams current body, I do wanna point something out. Because starscreams coloring has him looking way WAY too similar to how primus looks. Now I'm not sure if this is a good primus, but I will point out the similarities between starscream and primus.

So this is what primus looks like.

And this is starscream.

I'll go ahead and point out the similarities.

Both Starscream and primus have grey-ish or very light grey/white as a base for their bodies.

They both have blue on their arms and blue on their feet.

Of course they obviously have red chests.

Of course not absolutely everything is going to match up like the head on primus and primus' blue hip-plating, but I feel like this is pretty solid so far.

But the reason I say that starscream and primus look similar kinda correlates into the fact starscream is constructed cold.

Obviously when someone is forged they're taking on their own destiny, but if someone is constructed cold, they're taking on a job that's been given to them via factory setting or just convince.

But since starscreams spark is just immortal the body either freaked out with the settings or just took on a similar pattern to primus because that's the only other being that has a immortal spark.

And I know you guys are gonna say something about the timeline so let me say that time is already messed up in the transformers universe. I mean the maximals are the transformers from the future that got sent into the past on earth long before the actual transformers arrived and in one of the beast wars episodes starscream legit showed up as a ghost that drifted through time.

"but if starscream is a reincarnation of a god, how come no one else points that out?" I don't think a transformer would know what a demigod is because they probably don't have gods that go around popping out children with anything that breathes. That and also you probably wouldn't be able to tell if anyone in your family or friends was a god or not, either, so don't blame them.

That's kinda it for now, I feel like matpat with fnaf... Gonna miss him :(