#neocybex

[askvectorprime]

to Vector, Prime of the Multiverse: when the likes of Tarn speak of an "Old Cybertronian", how long ago is "old"? Tailgate, six million years old, speaks a fine Neocybex; even primeval Galvatron seems to have the hang of it (and surely the mighty Galvatron wouldn't stoop to language lessons). When was the "Primal Vernacular" used?

Dear Linguistic Learner,

By Zeta Prime’s era, the consensus among most Cybertronian linguists was that the “Primal Vernacular” began not as a single language, but as an amalgamation of several loosely affiliated dialects common to different groups on the planet, which seemingly occurred as early as twelve million years ago. As Cybertronian civilization continued to develop, these early languages gradually drifted, overlapped, and eventually emerged as a single lexicon. Some archeologists even attribute this rapid linguistic evolution to the guidance of the Knights of Cybertron—they argue that the phrase “one from many” crops up repeatedly in many ancient Cybertronian hieroglyphs dating from the era, and might even refer to an effort to establish a single, centralized language!

Five hundred thousand years later, however, the fall of the Knights of Cybertron meant that establishing a single “mother tongue” became practically impossible. Many members of the Thirteen Tribes spoke in dialects based upon a corrupted form of the Primal Vernacular; others developed unique languages such as chirolinguistics. It would not be until the ascension of the Thirteen that representatives of the tribes developed a shared language to facilitate trade and diplomacy, which became the first spoken form of Neocybex.

Not all Cybertronians agreed with the decision to formalize this “debased” language as Cybertron’s eminent form of communication: some cultural purists, such as the religious sect known as the Clavis Aurea, made efforts to preserve the Primal Vernacular in both spoken and written form, and even some members of the Thirteen remained fluent in both languages. Notably, the inhabitants of the planet Prion all spoke a highly derived version of the Primal Vernacular—when Nickel of Prion joined the Decepticon Justice Division, it took her some time to learn the language!

#ask vector prime #transformers #maccadam #idw transformers #cybertronian language #zeta prime #primal vernacular #knights of cybertron #thirteen primes #chirolinguistics #neocybex #clavis aurea #prion #nickel #decepticon justice division

[transformersmr-hq]

first attempt at making my own Cybertronian alphabet for TFMR-verse.

So far it looks like it's going to give my armor unbreakable III enchantment

#transformers: mobius run #neocybex #worldbuilding #alien alphabet #no i swear this isn't minecraft enchantment alphabet #could have used existing Cybertronian alphabet font but where's the fun in that #if only I knew how to use fontforge properly... #asdf

[birthdaycakeplate]

I discovered @meganguiglione ‘s new fic Stay-At-Home-Conjunx last night

It made me GAY

#transformers #tf overlord #tarn transformers #tf tarn #overlord transformers #overtarn #HE TOO BIG #neocybex you really deserved a better comment #than the garbled concussion I dawdled out

[transingthoseformers]

Legitimately my favorite thing about Bayverse is when the transformers first meet the humans and just. Speak Neocybex first because they're used to it.

IMO we need to do that more, people will decode it and try to speak it like Klingon and Elfish anyways so we might as well

#transformers #cybertronian language #tf worldbuilding? #I'm just such a nutcase for this #also I'm working on the ''getting Cybertronian alphabets as a font'' thing #because once i figure that out i will be an utter menace #also absolutely love it when the humans have learned enough that they're dealed into the convos in Neocybex at least partially

[presidentofthelipglossclub]

rescue bots headcanons !!!

chase has very strong opinions on pretty much everything. anything from the best multiple of 12 to how ants work (his opinions on these two are 60 and "they are very civilized creatures when they are not stealing food")

heatwave needs the most fuel out of everyone because he's a quadruple changer, and because synthesizing water from the air is surprisingly exhausting

blades watches the most mature television out of all of the original four. he's the only one who's watched anything rated higher than pg-13

boulder does volunteer work at soup kitchens and homeless shelters on his off days

none of the og's speak neocybex because of the whole stasis thing

blades' medical knowledge is super outdated (again, stasis--most of the major medical breakthroughs came after they left)

the first time heatwave met wheeljack he tried to deck him. they did not get along (this surprised optimus bc he thought they were very similar and would therefore get along)

quickshadow is jazz and prowl's kid

hightide and optimus used to on and off date (both ratchet and megatronus hated hightide)

boulder reads such a wide variety of books that he sometimes forgets what a normal frame of mind is. like, he reads books for toddlers to classic literature to those books of facts about ancient history. there are a lot of books in the bunker.

salvage dropped out of engineering school and then got a job loading up transport ships. always sort of regretted it, but kept his loader job up until stasis

blurr and heatwave were both trained as professional pilots. blurr had the transport ship he and salvage worked on, and heatwave was/is the main pilot of the sigma

quickshadow was one of elita-one's team members until the squad was disbanded

hightide is a cityspeaker and his suit was a gift from a titan

boulder has minor claustrophobia. it normally isn't too bad, but part of the reason he loves nature and the outdoors is because he feels free/not restricted

all the original four rescue bots were dorm mates during their academy years

heatwave didn't even want to be team leader it just kinda happened because of his natural talent for leadership. the others elected him as their leader and he just went with it.

chase is a night owl and usually does most of his tasks at night. he likes the quiet and also that means during the day he can focus completely on rescues

blades gets "grounded" ridiculously often by dani. like, "no tv for a week" type grounding not "no flying." blades thought it was the second one and was thrilled, and then devastated when he learned what she actually meant.

boulder is a clean freak. not a germaphobe, but he needs everything to be tidy

blades bet heatwave that he wouldn't make a "deez nuts" joke to optimus. he lost that bet but it was so worth it for the pained look on optimus' face when heatwave did it

hightide REEKS of salt. it's constant and everyone hates it.

blurr and salvage were both neutrals before they became rescue bots, which is why they've never done combat

all the official rescue bots (everyone but blurr and salvage since they were trained later and never went to the academy) have an outlier because forged rescue bots are built that way

also all the official rescue bots can easily bench press optimus. like, one handed. they're all ridiculously strong (again, rescue bots are just built that way. super strength is very important)

heatwave is ultra magnus's and hot rod's/rodimus's kid (he was raised by them)

rescue bots (official ones, not blurr and salvage) are exclusively cold constructs. they have to be manufactured to achieve the abilities necessary for their line of work (super strength+speed, outliers, olfactory sensors, different optic types, ability to scan extra alt modes, etc.)

after rid2015 the bee team was trained by the rescue bots to become rescuers (this is canon)

at some point before rba heatwave sorta became everyone's boss. pretty much every cybertronian of significant influence listens to him or works for him. this happened in a similar way as how he became his team's leader (on accident and because he just naturally takes charge)

the original four rescue bots are ambassadors to earth and technically all have government jobs but they just also do other stuff (teachers at the academy, rescuers, god knows what else)

game night, movie night and karaoke night are sacred traditions to the team and are taken extremely seriously. hightide refused to look at salvage for a month over a game of scrabble. optimus and bumblebee have both been forced to join in multiple times.

way more but that's where imma stop this post for now

#tfrb #rescue bots #transformers rescue bots #transformers aligned #rid2015 #tfp #transformers #tfrb heatwave #tfrb boulder #tfrb chase #tfrb blades #tfrb blurr #tfrb salvage #tfrb quickshadow #tfrb hightide #tfrb bumblebee #tfrb optimus

[spikezonebby]

Hi again, sorry i mess it i hope it is right now ^^, a request for song fics could you with tfp optimus prime with the song Shawn Mendes, Camila Cabello - Señorita with a fem!human!reader, genre to Romance?

Senorita - TFP!Optimus Prime/Fem!Human!Reader

Word count: 1,672

Your first meeting had actually been entirely an accident. Optimus knew some humans had an affinity for vehicles, and you were one of them. Even a Prime can only take so much fawning over his grill, rims, or decals before he gets flustered and ends up blowing his cover.

That set the tone pretty well for how your entire relationship with Optimus was going to go. The other Autobots treated their leader with all the grace and dignity deserved of a Prime, but you never let the great title dictate how you treated Optimus. You weren’t ever afraid to speak your mind or ask questions. You questioned his commands, not to undermine him but to genuinely understand and clarify. 

You seemed to find everything Optimus said fascinating, and when he’d watch you he could see the inner gears of your mind chugging along. Picking apart his words and always seeming to know exactly what was on his mind, even when he himself wasn’t entirely sure. You were the probing sort, someone Ratchet often found meddlesome and too-like Miko, but there was a grace to your inquiries. 

Optimus was, perhaps, somewhat shy to admit that he liked it when you asked about his past. Especially when you would ask about the moments that weren’t so great or grave, like his walk home in the evenings from the Hall of Records or his favorite small pleasures. There was something warm, familiar, even humbling to the idea that your two lives weren’t too different.

You used to work at a bookstore and did its inventory, spending hours organizing piles upon piles of books. He would spend cycles listening and sorting through videos and audio files to archive them in their appropriate places. You’d stop on your way home and get a donut and coffee. He’d occasionally indulge and get himself a slice of chrome-alloy cake.

Optimus did not consider himself a poet, nor any other kind of lyrical savant, but he would describe the closeness he felt to you as… magnetic. He found his gaze drawn to you in the room, your laugh made his spark skip in his chassis, and even the persistent hum of the matrix seemed more at ease around you. 

He wondered if, maybe, you knew what you did to him. It certainly seemed like you knew when you’d come close to him and lay on the lower portion of his chassis, just beneath his windshield. It seemed like you knee when you’d find a quiet moment to rest with him in his seldom-used quarters, your whole tiny body level with his face. For someone who could fit in the palm of his servo, you liked to make your physical presence known and tangible. 

He couldn’t say he minded. In fact, that was a thing that brought quite a bit of distress to the poor Prime’s mind in the moments that should be peaceful. The longer he knew you, the more enthralling the pull became. He found himself wondering if you’d hate it if he curled his servo around you, cupping you between his digits like a treasure. He thinks about the scent of your skin and the warmth of your body, should you finally close the distance between them.

You were human. You were fragile. Leaders weren’t built to have fragile things, but protect them regardless.

But he still wanted you. Enough to forgo the logical sense he had to distance himself and instead, let you keep invading his space and his mind. He couldn’t bring himself to stop this.

Not when you invited yourself into his quarters, shimmied your way up to the space on his berth right beside his neck cables and jaw, and built your own little nest of blankets and pillows there. Not when you had so much faith in him, and talked to him about all of the soft things he thought they’d killed in this war.

“That’s Neocybex, right?” You ask, snuggled up beside his audial as he laid on his back, both of you looking on up at the data pad he had in his servos. He pauses in his scrolling through, balancing the stylus in his grip as he tilts the data pad further for you to read.

“Some of it is. Other parts, like here,” He scrolls down, “Are Primal Vernacular.”

“A different dialect or a different language wholly?”

“Neither. Primal Vernacular was the predecessor of the Neocybex all Cybertronians came to speak in modern times. When I was given the Matrix of Leadership and all of its knowledge, I was also gifted the ability to speak and read this ancient Cybertronian language. I find it easier, sometimes, to take notes in.”

You sit up a little, bracing yourself with a hand on his cheek vent. “So you’re the only one that knows how to speak it?”

“Most likely.” Optimus admits, somewhat sullen, “Even before the war, it was considered a dead language on Cybertron. Transcriptions existed of people speaking the language but as Neocybex became more common, it simply was lost to time.”

You hum, and leaning this close to them, he can feel the way the small sound rumbles up through your chest.

“Teach me. At least a word or two. Something I can remember.”

“You wish to learn Neocybex? I do not know if your organic vocalizer can reproduce the sound.”

“No, no! Primal Vernacular! The letters almost remind me of… Arabic. That’s a human language so, surely I can wrap my head around some of that.”

His spark warms at that, your enthusiasm contagious. It couldn’t hurt to attempt it, it would be a good excuse to brush up on his own pronunciation.

“Ṣdyq,” He begins. “It means ‘friend.’ And if you begin it with Rjl, it becomes ‘brother.’”

“Oh so it has different rules than Earth’s version of Arabic.”

“Yes. It is fascinating, is it not? That humans have taken such an old language and made it their own?”

“Yeah, it’s kind of nice in a way. Makes things feel less…” You fish around in your thoughts for the proper word, then hum. “Lonely. Yeah. So… Rjl… Ṣdyq… means ‘brother.’ How do you say ‘sister,’ then?”

Optimus’ lip plates quirk into the shallow shape of a smile, spark warmed by your botched attempt to match his pronunciation. 

“The translations of the words are different based on their cultural meanings. Cybertronians are very rarely forged with siblings, so ‘brother’ means something closer to ‘ally.’ A feminine version of the word didn’t appear until very late, when femmes started to become more prominent. It was very rarely used though, mostly due to the… intimate implications of the word. I once listened to an interview with a linguist on the matter and he theorized that it was coined initially by Megatronus Prime of the Thirteen, as a term of endearment Solus Prime. It’s ‘Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq.’”

Now that has you fascinated.  Optimus often chose his words carefully, using them as a tool for peace and command just as often as he used his own two servos. With you, conversation came easier. Optimus only had a select few people whom he knew and trusted to allow him to talk so easily.

You stood up, keeping one hand against his jaw as you walked around him. He could feel you use him to steady your steps as you hoisted yourself up onto his neck cables. You were so light he hardly felt the pressure at all. Instinctively his servo came down to gently cup behind your back, fearing you might fall off.

“What are you doing?” He asks, but he doesn’t sound irritated. Worried maybe, curious mostly.

“I want to see the way your mouth moves when you say those words.”

It’s an innocent goal, he insists it is. A request to turn on his first level of cooling fans pops up on his HUD view. He almost denies it, then worries that he might grow too warm for you to touch. In the end he does allow them to kick on and wholly misses the way it makes you smirk.

“Come on, boss. Say ‘em.” You coax, resting your folded arms against his chin, “Please?”

Optimus looks down past his nose, examining your face as his fans cycle a little faster. Right, it would be rude to refuse you whatever small teaching aid he could offer. Even if it was unorthodox.

“Ṣdyq.” He says. You lean forward a bit, watching the way his lips move with every sound. “‘Friend.’”

“Uh-huh.”

“Rjl Ṣdyq.” You reach out and trail your tiny fingers across his bottom lip. Optimus loses his train of thought.

“Which means?” You prompt him, feigning forgetfulness.

“Ah, ‘ally.’” He can see the way you bounce a little when he swallows the thick lump forming in the back of his intake.

“Cool, cool.” When had you gotten so close to him? And it didn’t seem like you minded at all as you even used his servo balancing you from behind to boost yourself up and lay across the flat plane of his chin. 

He says your name softly. His data pad is forgotten in favor of clutching onto the tarp and padding on the berth beneath him.

“And what’s the last one?”

“Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq,” When had he started to feel so breathless? Like his fans weren’t cycling enough air.

“Mmmhm… I like that one. There’s something about the way you say it. Say it again, please?”

“Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq,” He says again, just so he can hear the joy on your voice when you giggle, “Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq. And it means– mhm?”

Before he can even finish his statement, your small, warm lips press to his bottom lip, silencing him quicker and easier than even the sound of blaster fire. His servo cups closer behind you and he knows he should stop this, he knows he doesn’t deserve this, but you make it so, so clear you want to give it to him.

And in the end… who was he to deny his Ạmrạ̉ẗ Ṣdyq?

#transformers #request fill #transformers prime #tfp optimus prime #tfp optimus x reader #thank you for requesting!! #song fic #tfp x reader #reader insert #yes the words are arabic i dont speak it but its an alien dialect in this case so plz believe me i mean no offense #WOO actually wrote a kiss this time #optimus prime #optimus prime x reader

[witchofthesouls]

Okay, so I'm thinking about linguistics on Cybertron, especially between city-states and caste influence.

I want to emphasize that I don't know jack shit about linguistics, so feel free to jump in if I'm using the term wrong or I'm veering into weird/silly territory.

Because of a lot of fanon interpretation and Bayverse, I'm viewing Cybertronian/Neocybex as ridiculously tonal and, unlike humans, are able to vocally include subglyphs -(sub)harmonics that closely act like written Chinese characters or Japanese kanji.

I'm really stressing the written part because Cybertronians have the capability to able to differentiate a word's very specific meaning without going through all the context surrounding it. So instead of vocally explaining that their names or meaning is "this," people already know.

Think of the name Miko and how many of us already immediately think of shrine maiden. But there are different kanji variations of Miko, so the meaning changes to exemplify certain characteristics or future aspirations.

There is a culture clash between dialects as names can rise from different conventions and inspirations. Hence, the IDW Megatron joke of his name being derived from neutron, the bomb. And TFP Megatron from the Fallen.

In terms of dialect by regional/city-state differences:

Kaon and Tarn: highly forceful and the underscores of territorality (mine versus not yours); very direct and clear cut; incorporated meanings with biolight usage and plating noise

Vos, Praxus, and Polyhex: aggressively stresses the group/flock/cohort rather than the individual (even Starscream with his me/I has a lot of accompanying subglyphs that stresses his position as the second-in-command to the Decepticons, Air Commander, and leader to the Elite Trine), very conscientious of social dynamics and ranks, pecking order is strictly held yet contains fluidity to be challenged, use of more "animalistic" noises, body language with wings/panels, expanded lexicon for spatial relationships during traveling operations

Iacon: emphasis on social hierarchy via one's occupation (aka their caste); formal and cold as it utilizes the least amount of subglyphs (viewed to be academic or stem from it); purposely more general rather than specific

I'm willing to bet the Lost Colonies of Cybertron had developed their own unique flavor of Neocybex/Cybertronian, especially without the immense pressure of Functionism.

#transformers #tf headcanons #cybertronian language #cybertronian culture #cybertronian biology #maccadam #my writing #my thoughts #imagine Nickel and Camien nurse blankly staring at the DJD from culture clash because of linguistic differences #yes Prion and Caminus have Conjunx Ritus #but what the fuck you mean “Primary” Conjunx and “Seconday” Conjunx?! #i cant believe i forgot a chunk of it #i updated it

[crying-fantasies]

Restoration period

Masterlist

Dating a cybertronian is no joke, at all, it's a constant reminder while waking up, sleep still clutching it's long nails against you- oh, nevermind, those are Rodimus' digits.

These are rare moments, when he is truly relaxed, since long the sound of his interior is part of your routine, it can only sound in such a soft manner in the morning, well, what is supposed to be the beginning of a day since there is no sun, but you all manage, what is really difficult is to get him to wake up, or to online like they call it.

It's more difficult after having intercourse, and it shows when he makes a miserable noise as you try to escape his hold, at least his system is almost online and not totally out.

"I'm getting your energon ready, okay?"

Rodimus answers something unintelligible for you, maybe mumbling neocybex in his partially sleeping mode, his optics are offline but his servos still prevail over your naked body, keeping you in the curvature under his neck guard, next to all the sensible cables around, almost as inviting your actions upon him.

"Nice try", all he gets is a kiss on his faceplate, already whining, as you move to give another one on his derma, he is putting his lips like a pampered kid, there's a noticable spot of pinkish fluid almost dry above his mid armor, maybe a leftover that wasn't cleaned at the moment, fortunately there is a new packet of cleansing rags on the bedside table and, while his protests in alien language make you feel pity for him, it was his idea to go south on you with his glossa yesterday, "you're supposed to be getting ready, come on".

It takes a few minutes to clean the almost dried transfluid, making notes on your head to be more detailed with the aftercare as there is no drop of any fluid in your body, as expected of your considerate boyfriend, once it's all clean to the eye you finally register his armor, hot to the touch, and look back, the little opportunist has long activated his optics and is now looking at you with an "I'm innocent" look on him.

Right, as he wasn't looking at your ass a few second ago, "go to the washroom before you overheat your spark, mister", his translator is still rebooting as it seems because you don't understand much apart from the usual machine noises and metallic intonation, maybe a little bit of sarcasm, he even makes grabby hands at you before scoffing when your shorts and shirt are finally on, but he peeks, "up, up", another kiss and that's what is needed to have his engines working, you can hear them trying to check internally if nothing is wrong after some intercourse or undergoing micro failures.

Interesting thing about cybertronians this is, they look a lot like humans (if not the other way around), they also heal on their own, but the sexual act or intercourse it's a heavy toll on them, a lot of energy is burned, some can even blow a circuit or more if things got too heated at the moment, and the extra recharge time is mandatory because no one wants a spark burning from the inside out, the first time you were so worried since Rodimus didn't even move, but now it's a familiar sight while his biolights look more vivid by the second, as if those were a burning fire in the making.

No family friendly, just normal when he had some extra time in the morning before his usual schedule, a little bit to cuddle on his recharging body as you could hear the machinery inside of him correcting any fuses that got blow at some point, Rodimus said that since you were human he was consuming more energon before the do, using the mass displacement mod was no joke, and don't start with how much a speedster can go down before being satisfied, your hips were a good example and you were a little envious of how he would be ready to go in a few minutes, but needed his energon.

Since humans started to live inside the ship some rest points were made, unable to walk that long it was good to have a stop and drink something, didn't take much before a prototype of an energon refiner dispenser was made and put there too next to a coffee machine, in which you could go with the normal coffee or the dandelion one, it was a saviour, only taking a few minutes to get there on your space scooter with your platform attached and return with a cup of energon, Rodimus didn't like your scooter, he reminded you of his disgust when he grunted at the sight of it, "or the mister can go with me and probably fall face first", and that was all that was needed to earn a "I'm better and faster than that thing".

Nevermind, it was early, and sleep was still not letting you go, so going slow was better, the machine was always on and everyone always put new energon cubes to use, maybe it wasn't as good as totally refined energon but most bots aboard had a familiar taste for the basic energon rations, your own cup of coffee was made and all what's left was waiting for your boyfriend's portion to be made and what seasoning you would pick when someone else appeared, "Morning".

You didn't need to look back to know who it was, nor your bracelet that emitted a green color after successfully recognize your selected pair buddy's EM field approaching, "Good morning".

There was a lingering smell of ozone around him, the same could be said for you.

"Rough night?", Inferno only smiles, that handsome smirk on his faceplate as his optics shine just a little bit softer than always, obvious lack of energy as he can only exvent and plop himself over a free chair near, helm resting above his crossed arms on the table, humming something that one could only relate to a voiceless affirmation.

He was so tired, you put another cube in the machine to fill, and he thanks you without even looking.

There is silent understanding as you yawn and he puts a digit just above your lower back, massaging where it stings the most and repaying a favor you didn't ask for as he goes to upper part, you notice the paint transfer on above his private area and of course is red.

You both have something going on with red painted bots.

You put another cube on the waiting line of the machine and he thanks you yet again while smiling, moving his digits and gesturing for you to get near again, putting pressure where you need it most to get rid of the difficult knots around.

"Captain should have been more tender", Inferno means well, you know it, but even when he is your dear friend no one can say anything of Rodimus, that's your job.

"He is trying his best", obviously he isn't satisfied by your answer but let's you be, before you can say anything about the dents on his chassis and upper legs the security alert activates, minutes later the whole ship shakes and Inferno catches you before a roar out of the phantom zone itself could be hear from outside.

It's so early this day, and both your partners, one the co-captain of the starship and the other the reinstalled security chief, are knockout cold after a night of interfacing.

That's just the luck this ship seems to gather around.

Inferno offers you his cube, to which you gave a cheers with your own mug, both of you down your drinks in one go before he sets you on your scooter, "for another good cycle aboard the Lost Light", he salutes you before catching Red Alert's cube and putting Rodimus' on your cart.

"For another one", you two should be scared at this point, any other sane being would be screaming, but that's your life now while you return and see Rodimus trying to reach for you with what little energy he has while whatever space creature uses the ship as a chewing toy.

#reader insert #x reader #transformers #tf mtmte #transformers x reader #transformers idw #transformers x human reader #tf rodimus #rodimus x reader

[whatwooshkai]

splish splosh has 23 been done yet for the ask game? :3

(also I swear to Primus HEATWAVE STOP DOING THAT UR GONNA GIVE EVERYONE A SPARK/HEART ATTACK-)

"This song sucks," Heatwave snaps, giving his engine an annoyed rumble.

"This is the lesser of all evils," Kade argues back, waving a hand. "Radio's shit right now."

"Fine," Heatwave growls, and suddenly the dial starts spinning, stations flipping rapidly. "If Earth radio is so shit, I'm putting on my radio."

There's a burst of static, a beat of silence, then a voice fills the cab, speaking a language Kade has only ever heard snatches of.

"Is he speaking Cybertronian?"

"NeoCybex," Heatwave corrects automatically. "Common. We have more than one language, you know."

Kade shakes his head. "Okay. Whatever. Is Cybertron, like, a gazillion light years away? How the fuck are you getting this station?"

Heatwave's head on the monitor gives a little tilt, and the cab rumbles, as if he's shrugging. "You can always call in to Truck Norris' show. I don't question it."

"Wait. Wait. Back the fuck up." Kade grips the wheel and leans forward. "'Truck Norris?'"

"Yeah," Heatwave says. "That's the host's name. What about it?"

"I-" Kade doesn't know what to say. How is he possibly supposed to explain to Heatwave that his strange radio host who apparently has a frequency that is strong enough to reach Earth has a name that's basically a stupid pun of a famous human. How. "I feel like you're not hearing yourself."

"Wait. Shut the fuck up," Heatwave snaps, and Truck Norris seems to be finishing off a sentence. Kade does as asked, staying silent as fucking Truck Norris speaks again, and then a familiar voice speaks over the radio, his voice a mix of soft clicks and purrs and whirrs, with the cadence of a question.

No fucking way.

But it's over just as fast as it happened, and Truck Norris' voice is back, a soft click coming through signalling the end of the call in.

"Okay, let me get this straight," Kade demands. "You not only can get this radio station from a billion-jillion light years away, you can also call in?!"

"Yeah," Heatwave says, his voice heavily accented for a second. He resets his voice box, and the accent is gone in the next sentence. "He's always taking callers."

"I feel like you're not understanding how freaky this is," Kade stresses, tapping a nervous beat on the wheel. "I'm not science guy, but this shouldn't be possible at all-"

"Shut up," Heatwave snarls, and Kade shuts up, as the volume dial spins and suddenly sound is flooding through the speakers.

It's unlike anything Kade has ever heard before. The closest thing he can relate it to is experimental rock, but even that's a stretch.

It sounds like heavy machinery and it sounds soft and loud at the same time, and there must be someone singing, a powerful, echoey, a mechanical voice holding and hitting notes most singers could only dream of.

And it's... not bad. In fact, Kade kind of likes it.

Heatwave's head on the monitor is bobbing along softly, as if doing it unconsciously.

They're quiet for a while once it's over, listening to Truck Norris talk and another bot call in, before Kade finally asks: "Was that a song?"

"Yeah," Heatwave says quietly, but there's a smile in his voice. "My favorite, actually. Haven't heard it in a while." The beginning of the song plays a bit, before suddenly being cut off. "And I have it recorded now." He's quiet for another moment, before asking, "What'd you think?"

Aw. That's... oddly vulnerable, coming from Heatwave. So Kade is honest. "I liked it," he says. "And I think I'd like to hear more."

Heatwave's engine gives a delighted purr.

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"What's this?"

Kade's head snaps over to the CD Haley is studying. "Oh, that?" he says smoothly, holding out a hand, which she places it into. A clear jewel case and a CD with "Heatwave" scrawled on it in sharpie. "I think it's a band," he lies easily. "Found it in a thrift store. I searched them up but there's nothing, so they must be really underground. It's this weird, like, experimental metal rock. Want to listen?"

"Sure!"

It's actually a CD of Heatwave's favorite Cybertronian songs. Boulder and Graham took the recordings and burned them onto a CD for him, and they're working on ones for the others. Still, no one has questioned Truck Norris yet.

Kade's actually taken quite a liking to Cybertronian music. It's kind of pretty, in its own way. And Cody absolutely loves it. Human vocal chords are not built for the proper pronunciation of NeoCybex "words", but that doesn't mean he's not going to try.

The CD loads and the first song begins to play. Haley looks taken aback for a second, before leaning forward, falling into the rhythm immediately.

It makes it a little hard for Kade to keep his eyes on the road.

#truck norris moment #yes this may have just been an excuse to introduce him to the smoke and mirrors canon #but anyways #I think kade cares a lot more than he likes to admit #he's not great at it but he always encourages people to be at their best #and I think he's the type of guy to say “hey I saw this and thought of you” #like. he's always listening to other people #transformers rescue bots #tfrb heatwave #kade burns #tf truck norris #s&m ask game #smoke and mirrors au #woosh answers #thanks for the ask!!

[heliopauseentertainments]

A Bouquet of Firecrackers

For @tangentially-displaced

Continuity: IDW1

Rating: Teen Relationships: Megatron/Starscream, Megatron/Rodimus, Rodimus & Starscream

Characters: Megatron, Starscream, Rodimus

Warnings: Alternate Universe, Polyarmory (a vee), Comedy, Swearing, Not Beta Red

Summary: In which Megatron bemoans Starscream and Rodimus’s failure to get along.

Crossposting: AO3 | Dreamwidth

Fic under cut. See AO3 for complete notes.

The door to Megatron’s study burst open while his back was turned. Unfortunately, there were two options of who could have been the culprit, each as equally likely as the other.

As a physician, he had the means for a decent, though not extravagant dwelling. This meant he had the space to cohabit with those closest to him. To call either of those who shared his home close to each other though would be rather more than a misstatement.

After the decommissioning of the Lost Light, Megatron had been granted amnesty on New Cybertron at his trial in recognition of the lives he had saved, much to Prowl’s chagrin. That had granted him the time to… make some additional amends.

"Your twink fucking bit me!”

Starscream.

He must have learned “twink” from Rodimus. Megatron still wasn’t sure what that word meant, as it did not occur in even Neocybex slang dictionaries. It must have been an incredibly recent borrowing from somewhere.

“Did you provoke him?” he asked, turning to look at the seeker who still blocked the doorway to the hall.

“Me?” Starscream held his hand to his chest, wings high in offense—No, one was drooping slightly. “Never!”

From this angle, Megatron couldn’t see a visible injury, but it was most likely on a part of the wing concealed by Starscream’s frame. Starscream had always had a habit of hiding injuries, always being loath to show any vulnerability, sometimes even when receiving treatment for said wound.

Megatron would have to carefully coax him into showing the bite mark so that the injury could be appropriately patched.

Distantly, elsewhere in the apartment, he could hear the sound of Rodimus’s engine revving. That was almost never a good sign.

It was a mistake to have both Starscream and Rodimus in the same home, but there had been no viable alternatives. Starscream was a jealous creature and Rodimus liked to cause trouble. Both of them were strong-willed and prone to bucking authority.

As a result, Megatron was also in no position to arbitrate between the two of them; he was neither “master of the house” nor did he outrank them. That and even if he had, neither of them would “obey” him. Starscream had only ever done it when it suited his purposes in the War and Rodimus… Rodimus had just never, never minding their allegedly equal rank while serving together.

Megatron had never been a peacekeeper, even after he had put active warmongering behind him.

“Do something about it! He is a danger to me personally!”

With a sigh, Megatron put the datapad he had been looking through back on the shelf, not even looking behind him. He knew where it was supposed to go. Before this seeker-shaped interruption, he had been searching for an obscure symptom just to keep on top of his training.

“You promised me protection, Megatron. And—“

“Provoking people is one of your favorite pastimes—“ The sound of an engine roaring grew rapidly louder, the kicking of cylinders echoing off the hall.

Brakes screeched to a halt followed by the sound of a transformation cog flipping over.

“Megs!”

Suddenly, Starscream was pushed downward into a hunched crouch as a brightly colored mass of armor used him as a pivot to vault through the otherwise blocked doorway.

Rodimus slipped for a moment on contact with the floor, but quickly regained his footing to stick the landing.

He lifted one of his spoiler fins high, revealing a series of dents that looked rather like bite marks. He even pointed at it with his hand.

“Your twink fucking bit me!”

#fic #one shot #maccadam #idw1 #mtmte #exrid #megatron #starscream #rodimus #megastar #megarod

[askvectorprime]

Out of curiosity, why does Minerva have such a human name?

Dear Medical Masterforce,

Just because we acquire your languages quickly doesn't imply we understand all of their nuances. Minerva's name in Neocybex means something like "Wound-Mender of the First Rank". But, since the words for "First", "Great", and "Divine" are all very similar in Neocybex—think "Prime" vs. "Primus"—this sounds approximately like "Divine Healer" or "Goddess of Medicine", and then finally translating into "Minerva" after the Roman deity.

#ask vector prime #transformers #maccadam #minerva #neocybex #cybertronian language

[bad-tf-fic-ideas]

(010) Tarn discovers Megatron has never read any of his reports. Not even the really good ones. Now it's up to the rest of the DJD to either make Megatron read his reports, or make him stop sulking some other way.

The team have been trained to manage all problems through either a) murder or b) bureaucracy or (only sometimes c) murder AND bureaucracy), so they're holding a meeting about it. So far, they've managed to bicker about the meeting schedule and assign minuting responsibilities to the one guy who doesn't speak neocybex, but I'm sure they'll figure it all out eventually...

#tf tarn #megatron #maccadam #tf fic ideas #djd

[birthdaycakeplate]

@meganguiglione made me stupid last night when I found all their ao3 OverTarn stuff, so now I’m being stupid over here

Please read ✨ Obviously Betrothed ✨by Neocybex 💫 if you love OverTarn a healthy, normal amount.

(They aren’t as mushy as whatever the hell that thing up there is, I promise. I’m just, you know, projecting.)

((But let me tell you they get so fucking soft and it’s absolutely perfect. It fits so well, I have to stop talking now))

#Overtarn #transformers #overlord transformers #tarn transformers #I don’t know how to finish anything and at this point I’m too afraid to ask how #Transformers idw #And like every other continuity because they will always be like this is my greasy black heart #Neocybex I just HAKSKDJEMWMWMWMMWMWMWM

[transingthoseformers]

Ohhh okay look at this, this is a cool approach.

Oh of damn course the functionists discouraged she/her pronouns. It makes sense considering what i know of the Cybertronian approach to pronouns in this continuity is, they'd definitely see it as a sign of defiance to their strict and oppressive system. The concept that she/her pronouns were used more often before functionism came into power is highly intriguing, as it differs from what we see in canon in a cool way.

(I myself have explored the idea in a very silly "oh what if it's akin to shiny pokemon instead of actually being homologous to human genders" manner, but also the idea that the slightly different Cybertronian languages translate in different ways into english— such as say the generalistic pronouns in Camius translating to she/her, and the generalistic pronouns in say Iacon translating closer to he/him, and yet others being interpreted closer to it/its or they/them!)

#arcee just got introduced #fic reading as ya do #mtmte megatron #mtmte terminus #fic snippet #i like the take that in neocybex there is a gender neutral singular pronoun that just happens to translate into he/him #i heard somewhere that at one point in history she/her were neopronouns and I've just gotta check into that more #i mean from what i can see that is what's canon— mecha came back from the stars with options they never knew existed #cybertronian culture #tf worldbuilding?

[altraviolet]

Hello! I'm not sure if its okay to send asks rn. I'm sorry if they aren't open. I was curious about something small and was hoping to ask you. (If it isnt, pls feel free to ignore me and im sorry again).

I was re-reading some chapters of The Echo Garden and Rodimus mentioned learning Soundwave's Cybertronian so they can have a secret language. (So cute!) I was wondering if they were going to do that? And also, are there any details you could share about the differences between 001 dimension cybertronian and Soundwave's Cybertronian? Also also, the explanations you have for 2938 Cybertronian are very fun to read about.

Hi! It's totally ok to send asks :) I open anon asks every once in a while for people who are nervous about asking not-anon. But asks are always open to people who are signed in.

>if they were going to do that?

Oh yeah... they should, shouldn't they? ;) Good reminder.

>any details you could share about the differences between 001 dimension cybertronian and Soundwave's Cybertronian?

I don't have any really hard and fast rules in mind. Sometimes with worldbuilding you can get away with making general statements without having details sorted out, and that's the case here. If I think about it for a lil bit I can give you this:

-I imagine the LL's NeoCybex has more influence from human language than Soundwave's, due to those mechs being wayyyy more open to conversing with organics, as well as the influence of Movie Night and the movies that they get from Thundercrackers as they travel

-in terms of grammar and structure, I think of the two methods of speech as truly being accents. they can absolutely understand each other. the biggest difference is found in writing. An Earth example would be something like: Urdu and Hindi are mutually understandable via speech, but they each use a different alphabet. 0001 and 3244 have different slang, and the body-based aspects of their language use (field pulses and biolight signaling) are quite different.

I didn't have the time or points of view to get into it in TEG, but every time an alt dimensioner boards the LL, at least a tiny bit of their culture gets absorbed. You've seen it via the 2938 "glittering polymorphy" in Ch 45. I honestly don't have Ambulon or Trailbreaker's influences fleshed out. Those would be interesting to think about and either touch on in this fic, or perhaps in a sequel or related story. This is inspired by the phenomenon that happens in the real world- cultures meeting and swapping ideas/fashion/food/language/etc.

>the explanations you have for 2938 Cybertronian are very fun to read about.

Thank you! After the fic is done, I'mma have an Afterword with a FAQ, and I'll explain the inspiration for that (it's the same as the 'meaning of Soundwave' thing).

This does give me a chance to do something I've been thinking about for a few months: visually representing the way they speak in an economical manner. I wish there was a way to represent in text how the 2938 mechs spoke, while keeping the text accessible to screen readers. If I knew a way to do it, I would've done it throughout the fic in a way that looks something like this:

That would probably be exhausting and annoying to read, but 2938 Megatron is exhausting to comprehend. I didn't play around much with opacity in the examples here, but if there was an accessible way to do this, I'd love to do it with color and shape and tilt and opacity. Make it as otherworldly as possible.

The only way I know to do this on AO3 would be through images, but they would really stick out against whatever default formatting any particular reader might have. (there's mouse overs as well, but eh, doesn't give the spatial property)

If the fic were being read aloud, you could whisper those words around their 'root' words. But, here we deal in pixels ;)

Anyhoo, hope you enjoyed that little trip into my brain! I love languages and culture and all the good things. Thanks for the ask! :)

#mrowsters #ask #echo garden related #language #2938 speech #echo garden reference #how do I tag this so I can find it again in the future xD #2938 Megatron #long post #worldbuilding

[skelswritingcorner]

I bring a First Contact drabble when I should probably be asleep! Feel free to add to this, but do heed the warnings. Story is below the cut!

Warnings: Implied endometriosis, menstruation, free-bleeding, g/t, language barriers

Word Count: 307

It was those painful cramps again. Clutching at the pillow, all you could do is writhe in pain as your organs contracted. You suspected what it was for a while, but since you’re nowhere near a human doctor to get a laparoscopy, a diagnosis isn’t feasible currently.

The giant red mech who found and adopted you awoke from their slumber, obvious from his movement. He sluggishly stumbled to where your little bed was, eyes widening at your form. Guess the sight of you fully woke him up.

“Hurt?” is all he asked. It was the only word either of you could understand. The navy blue mech, his name was Skids as you recall, taught you some of their language Neocybex, but you struggled with pronouncing the words. When he found out that you could speak a language, it took him a few minutes of talking to you before the both of you could communicate without the language barrier. Something about him having a superlearner ability.

Regardless, the mech knew you were in pain. He just wanted to confirm. It was too painful for you to speak, all you could do was bury your face into the pillow and suck a breath through your teeth.

The mech left the room quickly, door opening and shutting. He must’ve gone to the medics based on how quickly he sped off.

You were fully aware of the fact that you’re currently free bleeding into the clothes the mech got for you. Do they even know what hydrogen peroxide is, or have anything that can clean blood stains? At the very least it wasn’t that very nice and flowy dress that white mech with the swords got you. For now, you just wait for the mechs to check in on you, and get a rude awakening about certain aspects about human bodies.

#transformers x reader #menstruation cw #endometriosis cw #transformers first contact au #first contact au #tf rodimus #tf skids #g/t #sfw g/t