#primus help the outcasts

[anon-e-miss]

Primus Help the Outcasts - 9

“Happy Festivus!” The Twins exclaimed as Prowl and his creations stepped into their grandcreators’ living room.

Smokescreen and Bluestreak slipped the gifts they had gathered for their friends in chests at thr\e of the shrine and sat with the Twins as the Polyhexian mechlings showed them some of their new treasures. Prowl stood and watched. It seemed so natural, like they, the four mechlings had done this every stellar-cycle. Bluestreak showed his friends the ursanokor Smokecreen had gifted him and Smokescreen flipped the scarf Bluestreak had made for him over his shoulder and struck a pose. They were happy and that observation had Prowl frozen in place. Each of them, his creations, their friends, all four of them glowed with happiness as they chatted together and Prowl could only stare in wonder.

“Prowl,” Jazz called his designation and Prowl broke free from his processor. His benefactor gestured to the empty space on the couch he was sitting on and held out a mug and pitch black energon.

“Thank you,” Prowl said. He sat. There were added pillow in this corner of the love seat. Jazz or his procreators had prepared a seat for him. It was not surprising, precisely but it was touching all the same. “I do not remember ever seeing them so happy.”

“It was the same for the Twins, ya know,” Jazz told him. “They came outta their shells, they bloomed after they settled in, once they knew in their sparks they weren’t just safe but free.”

“I am sorry,” Prowl said. “I have never asked...”

“Some other time,” Jazz replied with a wave of his servo. “Thanks to Master Yoketron, we got passed it. Y’re gonna get there too.”

“Thank you for all of your support,” Prowl said. He did not mean for it to happen but years pooled in his optics. “You have done so much for us. More my creations, for me. I saw the news, the priest being taken away in stasis cuffs.”

“It ain’t much,” Jazz said, he reached and squeezed Prowl’s servo as he smiled. “It’s a start. Ya deserve justice. Lockdown’ll get his too.”

“Do not set yourself on fire for my sake, please,” Prowl said. “I cannot imagine Lockdown being so easily castigated.”

“Just leave Lockdown to me,” Jazz assured him. “He ‘n me go back, way back. I can handle’m.”

“Would speaking to your procreators dissuade you at all?” Prowl asked.

“Ya kiddin’?” Jazz chuckled. “They all want a piece. Vicious lot, them three.”

“Oh dear,” Prowl felt a sharp rise of alarm. Jazz smiled at Prowl’s stricken expression.

“We know how to take care o’ ourselves ‘n our own,” Jazz assured him. “Ain’t gonna rush in ‘n get scrapped.”

“He’ll right,” Sprocket declared, poking his helm in from the kitchen. “Sometimes ya gotta sit on a grudge for a bit before ya can strike. We’re patient, when we gotta be. Punch ‘n Rumbler are on their way home.”

“Did you have a maintenance request?” Prowl asked. “On the Feast-Cycle of all mega-cycles?”

“Just an errand,” Sprocket smiled. He and Jazz both radiated excited happiness as they awaited their kin to begin the celebration.

“Lemme make ya another cube o’ energon,” Jazz offered. 

You might have thought, looking from the outside in, that they were just a normal, happy family. Prowl might have been still on the wrong side of gaunt, he did not look like such a wraith at this point. In any case, an outsider might have blamed an illness. They would not have guessed that Prowl was destitute and they were together because their creations were friends. If he could call him, Jazz and Jazz’s procreators friends, Prowl could not be sure, except that he felt uncomfortable, like he was taking advantage. He was taking advantage, there was no question. The help had been freely offered but the fact remained he was giving nothing in return. They would not even allow him to help with the chores.

“Can ya come into the kitchen, Prowl?” Jazz called and Prowl actually felt relieved. Finally, he could make himself useful.

“How can I…” the glyphs trailed off as Prowl saw the newcomer who was shaking the snow from his helm. “Originator?”

“Bitlet,” Camshaft sighed with relief. He crossed the cozy room in a few steps and swept Prowl up in his arms. Prowl clung to his originator, optics wide with disbelief. Camshaft cupped Prowl’s face and looked at him. “Bitlet. You’re so thin.”

“How?” Prowl asked.

“Punch,” Camshaft explained. “After you told him who you were to me, he reached out through an old channel I had thought dusted. It took me a while to see it. Bitlet. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to save you.”

“You could not have been,” Prowl replied. “I do not understand. How did you manage to get past the planetary security grid. It was set to scan for your spark.”

“A great deal of Punch’s trickery,” Camshaft explained. He gestured to the stranger, a Praxian like them, who was hanging back by the door. All at once, Prowl recognized him, in a distant way, this was someone he had seen on the streets from time to time, or in energon cafes. “And more of Downshift’s work. He’s the one who left you gifts from me. Who checked up on you for me.”

“Thank you for assisting my originator,” Prowl said, tilting his doorwings to the older Praxian.

“He’s never stopped thinking of you and speaking of you,” Downshift declared. “I hope you know you’ve always had a proud originator.”

“Thank you,” Prowl said. 

“Downshift was a member of my unit in Spec Ops,” Camshaft explained. “After I assassinated Zeta, I tried to reach you but I was pursued and shot. Downshift saved my life, despite the bounty he could have cashed in.”

“Energon credits,” Downshift said, with a snort.

“We are conjunxed,” Camshaft explained. “I wished you could be there. I knew you could not be but I wished.”

“I was with you in your spark,” Prowl said, he leaned his crest against his originator’s. “I always have been.”

“Always,” Camshaft promised, holding him close another moment.

“Punch, Rumbler, Sprocket, Jazz, thank you for this,” Prowl said as they slowly separated. “I know it was not without incredible risk.”

“It was worth the risk,” Punch replied. “Go on, I think Blue ‘n Smokey’ll be excited to meet their Grandori.”

“It does not seem real,” Camshaft said, taking a slow intake. “I did not believe I would ever meet them.”

“You and Downshift had no creations?” Prowl asked.

“We were always moving,” Camshaft explained. “It was not the life for a bitlet. In any case, no mechling or femmeling could have replaced you.”

He would not have begrudged his originator from having a family with the conjunx he had chosen for himself. Prowl had thousands of questions, primarily how his originator had managed to stay a step ahead of the bounty hunters for so long. For now, Prowl could not put any of it into glyph and none of it was important. His originator was here, here right in front of him and Prowl was not at all sure how he managed not to crash but there was not even a flicker of his glitch. Maybe the rightness of it and the joy of it was enough, it did not matter. Prowl took his originator’s servo and led him into the living room. Smokescreen waved his doorwings and then froze. He turned sharply and stared.

“Bluestreak?” Prowl called his youngest creation’s designation and Bluestreak turned. Like Smokescreen he stared. “Smokescreen, Bitlets. This is your grandoriginator, my originator. Punch, Rumbler and Sprocket were friends of his. They helped him come home to us.”

“Grandori?” Bluestreak asked. “You gave me my red ursanokor… except Seekers ripped it up. But Smokescreen found me this one and it’s just the same!”

“I’m very glad he did,” Camshaft said. 

“You’re…” Smokescreen struggled with the revelation. Prowl knelt with him and embraced Smokescreen as his youngling crawled into his arms. “I thought you had to be. You left a present after my exams just that orn…”

“Downshift,” Camshaft said, patient and gentle, he did not try to approach Smokescreen. “Brought every gift from me to you but never lingered long. He told me when you scored your first goal playing meccasoccer and won your first game. He was going to bring your a plaque from me but... We didn’t know, Sweetspark, what was about to happen.”

“I’m glad you’re alive,” Smokescreen said. “I’m glad… Downshift… I saw you… you cheered really loud when I scored that goal.”

“I figured I needed to cheer for both of us,” Downshift replied. 

“Sit,” Punch ordered. “Everyone get settled. I didn’t dare tell ya, Prowl. In case I was wrong ‘n it wasn’t Cam at the end o’ the comm.”

“I understand,” Prowl replied. “I cannot believe a better Feast gift.”

“Gonna be impossible to top,” Jazz agreed. “But there’s more under the shrine. Sideswipe can dole out the chests. How ‘bout that energon, Prowl?”

“Please.”

#valveplug #maccadams #primus help the outcasts #tf prowl #tf jazz #tf punch #tf everyone #family reunion #anon-e-miss writes

[primus-why]

AU: An Alternate Original Primes Narrative

Here's a very star-crossed lovers kind of AU mythos for the original Primes, with a MegOp/reincarnation endgame 👀

To summarize, Prima was the first Prime. They were forged by Primus to help Cybertronians topple their Quintesson oppressors.

From there, as other threats or problems arose, Primus forged a Prime to address the issue. One by one, twelve Primes in total were made, each serving a purpose that led Cybertron into it's first golden age. (For example, Solus could forge great weapons to keep the planet safe, Amalgamous could unlock secrets of transformation, etc.) Together they could face any challenge, and by the time the Quintessons attempted to recolonize Cybertron, the Quints were squashed easily.

Eventually, Alpha Trion began to forsee an even greater enemy on the horizon. After bringing this news to Primus, the twelve Primes learned that they would soon face Unicron-- a being as powerful as Primus themself. Armed with that information, each Prime went about preparing for the impending confrontation in their own way.

Prima-- the first Prime, and leader of the twelve-- met with Primus regularly, meditating and seeking guidance. Megatronus-- a warrior as strong as Prima, though significantly more cunning and ruthless-- decided to enlist the help of Alpha Trion's foresight to prepare for the battles ahead. He reasoned that the more he could predict the fight, the better he could ensure a winning outcome.

But one day, Alpha Trion had a shocking revelation: soon they would meet one more Prime! Initially, Megatronus was only interested in what the new Prime would be able to contribute in battle. He went with Alpha Trion to visit Primus and inquired just that, as well as when they might be forged.

But Primus explained that this new Prime already walked among them! In due time, they would become enlightened and answer their higher calling to fulfill their role as the next Prime. However, until then, they lived as any other ordinary Cybertronian citizen. This thirteenth Prime's experience, Primus reasoned, would provide invaluable insight into how the Primes may better serve their subjects.

Peeved that the ever-cryptic Primus did not directly explain when this new Prime might arrive, Megatronus went back to his battle inquiries with Alpha Trion. (He even tried to needle some info out of Prima, who told him just as cryptically "Be patient, Primus has a plan". So forget it.) What use would an average citizen serve in such a grand conflict, anyway?

However, over time, Alpha Trion had less and less to say on the battles, and Megatronus began to suspect the other Prime had exhausted his scope on the conflict. Fair enough-- it would be impossible to know everything, as 'Trion had explained to him when his inquiries first began. Just in case, he would still ask about the future (though not nearly as frequently), and usually he got the same or similar results.

That is, until one day, Alpha Trion mentioned something very unexpected: that the new Prime would bear a spark that resonated with Megatronus' own.

Now, Megatronus had nearly forgotten about the up-and-coming mystery Prime, but he knew what resonance meant. It was synonymous with finding a soulmate, someone meant to be a companion with whom you'd form a close bond. It was... intriguing, to say the least.

Megatronus-- who possessed the same strengths as Prima, but without the direct connection to Primus-- often felt as though he had to prove himself. Each of the other Primes served a unique purpose, meanwhile he felt like an outcast for merely possessing the same abilities as their leader. This made him more ambitious than the rest of the Primes, fighting to prove his worthiness and to find a place by their sides.

But now... according to Alpha Trion's prophecy, this new Prime was to be someone who would stand by his side for a change. Someone who would find him worthy, regardless of his abilities.

Suddenly Megatronus became obsessed with Alpha Trion's foresight again, only this time he wanted to know more about the new Prime. What would they be like? What are their interests? Where are they now? When will they finally meet?

But that last question was troubling to Alpha Trion. See, he had told Megatronus only a portion of the prophecy-- that the new Prime would rise up during the arrival of Unicron-- but he hadn't shared the rest of it...

... Megatronus would not be there to meet this new Prime.

Alpha Trion interpreted this to mean that Megatronus' death would kick off the conflict. Despite knowing he cannot change the futures he predicts, he set about trying to find loopholes. Perhaps it simply meant Megatronus would be off-world, or even in stasis? Perhaps it meant he should try to delay the enlightenment of the new Prime, so that Unicron may never come...

Meanwhile, Megatronus continued to ask questions about the future. He could tell Alpha Trion was getting more and more exhausted, but he was growing impatient. He wanted everything to be perfect for when the new Prime made themselves known; he wanted to know how to navigate conflicts with them, how to cheer them up when it was warranted, how to be the perfect partner to them-- because shouldn't someone who so wonderfully accepted him as he was deserve the perfect partner? It got to the point that he was practically looking forward to the arrival of Unicron, which disturbed the other Primes.

Prima and Solus eventually confronted him, citing Alpha Trion's perpetual exhaustion from using his gift so frequently (though none of them knew Alpha Trion had also been researching ways to prevent Megatronus' demise.) Megatronus contended that they couldn't possibly understand being in his position, and argued that they ought to be thankful for his idea to collaborate with 'Trion so that they might know what to expect in the upcoming battles.

But Prima and Solus clarified that they took issue with Alpha Trion's gift being used for personal gain, for they knew Megatronus had also been looking into the new Prime, and why. That enraged Megatronus, who doubled down on pointing out their privileges-- Prima and Solus had been a blissfully bonded pair for many vorns now, how dare they try to shame him away from his own happiness?!?

Alpha Trion arrived on the scene after learning of the argument taking place at the Citadel. He tried to intervene just as things were heating up, and admitted to also using his power selfishly to try to find a way to preserve Megatronus' life.

A cold rage filled Megatronus once he learned the truth. After all that preparation, he wouldn't be the one charging into battle with a grand plan. He would never write his own legend, or make his own distinct mark among the Primes, aside from dying before their most important fight. He would never meet his match in life, never have his own conjux.

Alpha Trion's voice, babbling about loopholes and waiting, was drowned out. Quick as a klik, Megatronus took aim with his Requiem Blaster and fired without another thought.

His aim was true, hitting Solus Prime squarely in the chest plates. He barely registered the others' horrified reactions, focusing mainly on Prima. His oh-so-perfect counterpart. The leader who had everything-- high status, strength, deep and meaningful relationships, respect-- all from the moment he was forged...

... so why not even the playing field, for once?

From there, Prima launched a vicious attack upon him, while Alpha Trion and others tried to either stop them or provide first aid to Solus. Despite Prima no doubt feeling the pain of their conjux's spark fading, they put up a hell of a fight. Though, if he's being honest, Megatronus wasn't fighting for his life at that point-- he knew now that he was destined to die soon anyway-- rather, he was taking out years of his own pent-up frustrations, grief, and jealousy on his fellow Prime. However this made him callous and uncoordinated, and Prima eventually got the upper hand. Swift as they could, Prima snuffed out Megatronus' spark, and rushed back to Solus' side just in time to witness her last vents.

A funeral was held in the memory of Solus; all of Cybertron mourned her loss, and cursed the name of Megatronus. Megatronus' body was not laid to rest, instead it was launched into space by Prima themself, because they did not want to pay any sort of tribute to the one who had betrayed them so personally.

Eventually Unicron came across the body, resurrecting Megatronus' powerful frame with a fractured mind-- only retaining the hatred, sorrow, and frustration he had felt in his final moments. The shell of Megatronus was instrumental in leading Unicron's legions, wreaking havoc on the universe until they were on a direct course for Cybertron at last.

Not long after Unicron was spotted heading their way, the final Prime ascended to his rightful place-- he was called Optimus Prime. The Primes, now only eleven strong, scrambled to make use of all their preparations, while Optimus tried to find his own footing in all this. He ended up meeting with Alpha Trion often, as he was the studious type, and found a great deal of insight within the notes the other Prime had been taking with Megatronus all those years ago. Wistfully, Alpha Trion remarked that Megatronus would have appreciated being acknowledged for their efforts, as it had been his idea. Optimus asked to have all the notes, and Alpha Trion let him. ("I'm not of much use otherwise," he said, "Unlike most of the others I'm not a warrior, and my gift refuses to see beyond a certain point. It would seem all of our futures hinge on the outcome of this conflict. Good luck, Optimus Prime. 'Till all are one.")

Optimus pored through the notes, coming to understand Megatronus' battle tactics along the way. He also uncovered the tragic prophecy, which foretold their sparks would have resonated. It made his own spark ache-- torn between the facts of Megatronus' brutal betrayal towards his fellow Primes, yet Optimus longed to have known his spark, to see who he was for himself and to have known what that connection might have felt like.

Even armed with their knowledge and skills, the Primes were still fewer in numbers than they had initially hoped when they had first learned of Unicron. Prima realized they would not be able to defeat Unicron permanently-- in fact, they understood most of them would not survive this conflict-- and resolved to subdue Unicron instead. In one final stand, the warrior Primes banded together, channeling all their sparks' energy into Prima and their Matrix of Leadership-- save for the faintest flicker, which would return to the Allspark-- putting an end to Unicron's rampage and freeing Megatronus' bound spark.

In light of their sacrifices, Primus greeted each of the Primes' sparks warmly once they reached the Allspark, apologizing that things did not go as planned, and offered to grant them each a wish for whenever they are able to reincarnated. Some like Prima and Nexus wished that they would be able to someday know the others as friends in another life, to be able to laugh together, while some like Onyx or Amalgamous wished to retain elements of their gifts as they couldn't imagine a life without them.

Optimus' spark wondered where Megatronus' spark was... was he not welcome? And Primus revealed that they would have welcomed him despite his betrayal, however his spark was tainted when it was called back by Unicron, and thus would be doomed to wander, never allowed to rejoin the Allspark. Optimus' spark resolved that his wish would be to bring Megatronus back into the fold, to allow his spark to be purified and be given the chance to be reborn in a new life.

And Primus asked him, "Would you still wish this, even if it meant your sparks may never encounter each other? Even if I couldn't guarantee he would be happy in the next life?"

"Yes." Optimus' spark replied, full of conviction, "I believe he should be given the chance to find that happiness for himself."

And Primus obliged.

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Fast forward many years. Alchemist Prime and Alpha Trion are the only ones who survive the fight with Unicron, but the legends say they perished alongside their fellow Primes that day. They've since gone into hiding, adopting civilian personas, and watching over society with the rise and fall of Prime-pretenders who aren't even close to being shadows of the Thirteen. None can harness the Matrix the way a true Prime could.

Myths about the original Primes arise-- ones that stretch the truth about their respective roles and personalities, tall tales that blend fiction and reality... but mostly fiction. Some claim Prima was Primus themselves, walking among them for a time. Some say Onyx Prime is living on one of the moons exclusively in his beast form. Most will claim Megatronus was evil and in cahoots with Unicron all along, or was once good but seduced into wickedness. One tale even saw Megatronus being possessed by Unicron to kill Prima, but said Solus stepped in to take the blow instead. Alpha Trion is particularly saddened to see Megatronus remembered as The Fallen Prime, a complicated individual eroded into a simplistic abstraction to scare sparklings as they're being tucked into berth. It's what inspires him to work in the Iacon Archives, as he would much rather preserve true histories than to predict what will come to pass (besides, he's still wracked by guilt for what he perceives as his part in Megatronus' downfall). Alchemist opens up Maccadam's, offering a safe place for folks to let loose and be themselves-- because after they faced Unicron, he's come to especially appreciate these precious fleeting moments in the present.

Obviously they don't know about Optimus' wish, so they are independently put-off by the eerie similarities they spot in a certain gladiator rising to fame... because there's no way Megatronus' spark was able to re-enter the Allspark after being wielded by Unicron, right? It would have been corrupted... but what a peculiar coincidence... especially the name he's going by... hmmmm...

Alpha Trion even notices one of his archivists taking a particular interest in the gladiator's speeches... and as you know, the rest is history. 👀

#megop #fuzz writes #damn this got long lmao #prima said fuck megatronus im gonna yeet him into space #anyways thanks for listening to me ramble :) #i just have a lot of feelings about ships passing in the night and missed opportunities #like og Optimus literally pleaded with his whole spark for Megatronus to get a 2nd chance at life #only to end up fighting him on the other side of a war #Also if we're going tfp route Megatronus' spark ends up in the clutches of Unicron AGAIN :') #mmmmm i love the pain. #especially wanted to show Megatronus like... being a bit obsessive/crazy early on but also WHY he was like That

[scourge-lover]

Note for my "Primus is the bad guy" take.

What if when my Outcast tries to help the struggling Lich King, she meets up with Zovaal and he's still chained up and not the one doing it. In comes the Primus who is trying to corrupt Bolvar for his own dark deeds and so to stop him, Sapphire runs over and frees Zovaal (Enemy of my enemy is my friend?) She turns into her soul eater form and bites the Primus, giving the weakened Zovaal a chance to overpower the Primus. He then CHAINS the Primus. The whole Zovaal making Primus create the Helm and Frostmourne was a false memory created by the Primus to trick the Maw Walker.

#oc #zovaal #shadowlands #primus #fanfiction

[scrumptiousmongerhumanoidshark]

What’s going on with my blog?

To answer this question, is that I’ve got stuff planned for it, but there’s a lot of mini problems on my part. But here’s the man ones:

1. I plan way to many things, and those things are often good ideas, but I never do them or write them down.

2. I want to start working- but I quickly grow bored and move onto different topics very quickly.

3. I have a few illnesses (Mentally) that prevent me from focusing on one thing at a time- I’m currently going through all of my drafts right now and working on them all at the same time.

4. Lots of testing and planning for summer.

My future plans:

Harpy Au: The au is simple, it’s a tfa based universe, where the decepticons, and autobots are put into a ‘redemption’ facility after their war, the all spark is more of a giant crystal, that’s in the middle of their forest and gives them their magic. (I won’t go into detail on that or their culture on this post) They work with several humans (all of which have different temperaments, ages, views, religion and heights) and if they do well on all of these (Like Ultra Magnus and Optimus Prime- Megatron and Swindle also passed) they will be released into the world and allowed to live their own lives, however they want too. That’s all I’ll share here- but your all free to ask about it.

Dragonformers au- I know, I know, this is a very common one, but hear me out. The transformers aren’t the dragons, their the dragon riders. Dinobots are rebels, Decepticons are mercenaries, Neutrals are bounty hunters, and Autobots are peace keepers. They are all at war with each other, and very few of you may be asking- what about the insecticons and predacons? They don’t give a shit. They won’t join either side. They’ll kick all their asses. Primus is the leader of the autobots, the only one to ever see him depends on the universe, Bayverse, cybercerse, Beeverse and primeverse Optimus is the only one to meet Primus (except for Bayverse sentinel but he was killed for treason by Optimus- and Megatron got angry and helped kill him) in Animated verse however, Ultra Magnus has met him. Now each of these verses are their own kingdom, now you might think- what about the other universes? The answer: I don’t know any of them. I’ve seen a little of G1 but not enough to know anything. Bayverse are the front line fighters, surrounding the kingdom in a strong, but quickly fading line filled with bots built for war, Primeverse is in the ring behind them, followed by Beeverse, then Cyberverce, and then the ‘not working Brains’ of the group. The Decepticons move in seemingly impossible to tell with verse their from when they strike, as they all work together very well (usually..) however they are always beaten. As far as the autobots know, they have the same defense as them.

Dragon Au: another one- this one is something I’ve been planning with @bigoltrashpile (btw I do apologize to you about the long break in our conversing-) their characters are dragons at war with humanity, no one knows where they came from, but they just know that the moment they see bone, they’re already dead. The theory is that a necromancer- who is an outcast of our main tribe- broke the seal keeping the dragons trapped and now commands them. But who knows.

[kwebtv]

Character Actor

Arthur Sofield Franz (February 29, 1920 – June 17, 2006) Actor whose most notable feature film role was as Lieutenant, Junior Grade, H. Paynter Jr. in The Caine Mutiny (1954).

Franz portrayed automobile magnate Henry Ford in the 1955 television film, A Story About Henry Ford, with Karen Sharpe as Ford's wife, Clara Bryant Ford.

Franz was also a familiar face on American television series; he made five guest appearances on Perry Mason, twice playing the defendant and one time the murderer. In 1958 he played the title role of Danny Harrison in "The Case of the Married Moonlighter," and in 1959 he played Richard Vanaman in "The Case of the Golden Fraud." In 1962, he played murderer Mr. Evans in "The Case of the Captain's Coin."

In 1960 Franz appeared as Matt Warner on the TV western Death Valley Days on the episode titled "The Young Gun." In 1961, Franz was cast as the historical Paine Page Prim, a future chief justice of the Oregon Supreme Court, in the episode, "Justice at Jackson Creek", on the syndicated anthology series, Death Valley Days, hosted by Stanley Andrews. Prim is shown as a drunken, ostracized lawyer who hesitates to help a miner in legal trouble but must overcome his personal demons to excel at the law. The episode also stars Dub Taylor as Jake; William Schallert as Carl Spenger, and Bill Bixby as Kinney. In 1962, he was cast as Asa Moran, an acting sheriff who abuses of his power, in the episode "The Lawmaker" of the NBC western series Bonanza.

He appeared on dozens of other series, including Schlitz Playhouse, Science Fiction Theatre, Crossroads,  Wagon Train, Ripcord, Primus, Tarzan, Land of the Giants, The Alaskans, Mr. Novak, The F.B.I., The Mod Squad, Hawaii Five-O, Rich Man, Poor Man Book II, Custer, Mission: Impossible, Mannix, The Rookies, Owen Marshall: Counselor at Law, Storefront Lawyers, The Six Million Dollar Man, The Invaders, The Waltons, Room 222, The Virginian, Gunsmoke, Rawhide, Police Story, Medical Story, The Outcasts, McCloud, Lancer and Barnaby Jones; among many others. 

Franz played the role of U.S. President James Madison in the 1965 episode "George Mason" of the NBC documentary series Profiles in Courage. William Bakewell played George Wythe, and Laurence Naismith played the title role of George Mason.

Franz portrayed U.S. Representative Charles A. Halleck of Indiana in the 1974 made-for-television film The Missiles of October, based on the Cuban Missile Crisis.  (Wikipedia)

#Arthur Franz #TV #Character Actor

[quintiliusheartripper]

(Baos GW2 Characters part 1)

Quintilius The Heart (or Heartripper)

Born: 1298

Height: 6'3"

Coming from a long line of Ash legion Torturers since Kala’s days, his narcissistic dame was ashamed she had a cub with a gladium, hiding the pregnancy and leaving quint to a fahrar only a week after his birth. He would eventually be picked up by her again when he was only 8 and would train as she had in the field that the bloodline has worked in for decades.

Cursed to go beserk when smelling blood by his mother as she died, beliving he would turn into a flame legioner like his spy father, he lost his position in the ash legion but would be picked up by the blood legion as a soldier. He rose to the ranks quick, becoming a centurion due to his skillful tactics and the fact he made sure as many, preferably all, soldiers came back from missions. He was also known for sleeping around. A lot.

If it hadnt been for a mission he was given due to the fact he was one of the more…charismatic and lesser threatening charr he most likely would have retired as a primus or commit suicide but destiny and greater forces had something else in mind. He was assigned to be a bodygaurd and tour guide for a kodan who said he was a Voice that came to the citadel in hope for help.  The two of them instantly hitting it off, quint being knowledgeable and open while Stray Cry would give affection he would never seen.  Smodur would even give the voice a small warband, quints warband. This charr who slept around, drank, and even in his youth did drugs, only wanted to be loved unconditionally and he had found it with Stray Cry and his Claw of Koda Stoic Mountain.

By the present day in Guild Wars 2, Quintilius fully lives with the kodan, having retired from the legions after a traumatic event with his father and the battle to death. Quint won and had no reason left to be tied to the legions, being an outcast since he was a cub. Being Nonbinary and having fun with the bears using potions, quint has 4 cubs, each snowy white, looking like kodan, but with two sets of ears and eventually growing horns. he hopes his hands will never be forced to teach them his bloodlines work.  Regardless, while it took awhile for the kodan to fully accept him and years of learning traditions and religious text, Quint is happily accepted into the sanctuary, which was thankfully lax beforehand anyway. He is called The Heart- mostly because without him the Claw and Voice would have continued to have issues reconnecting and has been a valuable member of the community.

Tryphon Mistsail

Born: 1289

Height: 10’

His mother, a blood legion soldier, dissented from the legions to become a pirate after falling in love with a human. Pregnant, she ended up having a son who would grow up on the pirate ship, taking her warband name as his last name.  Untill he was a older child he loved it, he had a friend, a mute human girl, who with her parents helped make a sign language for, and had a few other friends who were also born among these ships. His life became a lot more unfortunate when he was 8 untill he was 15 when things turned around. he decided to be the captain of his own ship, telling this to his mother and the current captain.  He would be scoffed at but given a small boat as long as they kept as business partners. An asura, curious about how everything would go down, ended up joining the three man ship consisting of a gigantic charr and his mute human friend. Being a gaurdian at this time and his co-captain being a necromancer, proficient with minions, they fumbled their way onto a ship carrying second born sylvari. Now tryphon has rules… They dont steal from the obvious poor, they leave civilians, and absolutely, no matter what, they do not traffick living beings. And the very fact that these asura were doing just that made him rage. He would storm the ship unexpecting such a attack from such a small group of people and he would be the one to come out alive. He still has many sylvari friends and has ties with the bank at the grove because of this.

Now days, a revenant, he goes between stealing from those participating in the mist wars, stealing from the rich and wealthy in elona, selling remade goods at cheap prices to the poor, and making Evon furious with the missing cargo.

How long will his reign as a mighty pirate last though…? when will he let his gaurd down and lose his ship and crew?

(*He has two plot versions.. one he meets Velak of @follow-the-velak after his ship is ambushed and hes the only one left alive and the other he continues pirating untill the day he dies)

Uriah Cloudpaw

Born: 1304

height: 6’

An Albino Charr with no magic… The last thing his father, a mesmer flame legion shaman wanted. His father was a ash legion soldier born in grothmar who, with his partner in crime, killed his own warband to gain power and fame within the flame legion. Issue is he kept having girls and wanted to continue his bloodline and prove he was able to be part of what he tried so hard to be. The mother of this child would be banished, working as a cleaner and a secret midwife when she could.  She would eventually lose her arms for helping mothers hide and send away themselves and their children. Meanwhile uriahs father, still with no luck, would appoint Uriah to train under a builder in the flame citadel. He was taught how to weld and make flame effigies but Uriah and his peers, born into gaherons ruling and harsher attacks from the other legions started to whisper of rebellion. They wanted equality like the rest of the legions…and when the legions and humans cease fired they wanted to join back up- repent for their past travesties and unite again so they could stop being killed just for who they were born under.

Helping head the rebellion, uriah and his friends did just that days after gaheron was killed but not enough people backed them up and their rebellion was squashed…uriah being the only one left alive due to his father, though badly scarred and having three of his horns broken, as a reminder of his place. His mother would beg him to leave because if the flame legion didnt lynch him for what he did, the rest of the charr will kill them till every last one of them was dead anyway

Uriah, with his mothers help, would run away and join the pact. He was shy, feeling out of place with his dialect and only knowing how to speak tyrian but not write it he would quietly find his place as a welder due to the fact he was unafraid of heights and was quite good at his job. On his days off he would make his mother replacement arms- ones that would work better for her that he would send away with letters whenever his Fathers best friend came by the check on him.  he even practiced his effigy making- trying to make them into suits similar to the asuran golems. For his father.. he had a sniper rifle being made, testing out bullets to make sure that once shot you lose your ability to use magic, even just temporarily.

Now in guild wars 2 he is in a poly relationship with the pact commander and his sylvari partner. He still welds and helps build things on the side and upon the news of his fathers best friends death he knew it was time to end his fathers life, knowing that he was one of the few shaman trying to keep the rank and order of gaherons ways. He would even be approached by crecias intelligence subordinates, his name being known for trying to do what she would succeed in the future. He would even help out in the end happy to see that some shamans had come to their senses and wished to see their daughters be treated equally too and to not be killed.  Now, feeling betrayed thinking   Bangar was talking about One Charr to help unite the legions again with the flame legions but instead using it to make more renegades he feels personally ashamed and angry, joining the his commander boyfriend in his fight for once.

(this is also all on my character page if you are on desktop!)

#Guild wars 2 charr #guild wars 2 screenshots #gw2 #guild wars 2 fanart #my characters #guild wars 2 oc #guild wars 2 rp #gw2rp #gw2 rp

[jacscorner]

Nic Cooper and the Solar Scouts!

Captain Nic Cooper: The Captain of the Solar Scouts. He's a hearty man who's always up for an adventure! Hot blooded, daring, but not stupid. He wouldn't put his trusted crew in any danger if he wasn't sure they could handle it or handily get out of it. He'll gladly jump straight into danger when it calls! He hails from Primus, the Capital Planet of the United Space Federation-or the USF. Primus is pretty much their version of Earth.

Navigator Natasha Nosferatu: Navigator and Co-Pilot of the Solar Scouts, Natasha is a Bat from the far off planet Tenebris, a planet that's close to the their sun, but is covered in dark clouds, keeping the planet in a perpetual state of night. She's rather flirty and loves to seek attention. She gets a lot of flak under the assumption she's a Vampire, but she's actually an Eastern Red Bat-which doesn't help to calm down anybody, sadly.

Medical Officer Gia Hills: Medical Officer of the Solar Scouts, she didn't think she'd get roped into space adventures when she got out of school. Her poor heart can't take the constant fighting, but she has a job to do and that's keeping these guys alive! Gia hails from Planet Diana, which has one super continent and a fresh water ocean. She was rather poor and only agreed to join the crew to help pay off her school debt.

1st Engineer Darwin Chuck - A low-ranking monkey from Planet Lignum-a planet that's rather primitive, overrun with forests with giant trees, and filled with savages that steal and reverse engineer technology. His white fur branded Darwin as an outcast and he only got off the planet after stowing away upon one of the ships that managed to get on and off of the planet. His days on the planet made him good at taking apart and putting back together tech, which is how he got the job as the Solar Scout's 1st Engineer.

2nd Engineer Winnie Maynard: 2nd Engineer and Demolition Expert of the Solar Scouts, Winnie originally had dreams of scholarly pursuits. But the allure of adventure drove her from her home planet, Thichi; a planet that's one giant city. Her expertise in explosives were to be used in mining expeditions, but has proven to be a tremendous help in space adventures when laser fires and slugs aren't enough. Unlike her bombs, she's cool under pressure and brings a level head when chaos begins to sink its claws in.

1st Gunner Spencer Scott: 1st Gunner and, according to him, the quickest shot this side of the Soap Bubble Galaxy. Is much cooler than you'd think given the picture, but he loves to show off when he gets the chance. Comes from planet Unda, another planet similar to Earth, but it's flooded and decorated with a number of islands. You learn to swim before you learn to walk. Spencer, along with his shooting skills, is a strong swimmer.

2nd Gunner Lou Simmons: The Solar Scout's 2nd Gunner and Heavy-Weapons Expert, Lou was a part of the Space Navy, but was dishonorably discharged for disobeying direct orders from his superiors. He doesn't like to talk about the incident and will shut down any attempts to bring it up. He was born on a distant colony of Aube, an Asteroid Colony at the edge of the USF. He's hot blooded and has a short temper. He's notorious for starting bar fights and blowing things up. 

I don’t really know if I’ll do anything with these designs, but I spent all of last week making them, one by one. So maybe I will. XD

#Nic Cooper and the Solar Scouts #JAC Art #Pulp Scifi #Scifi #Space Opera #Raygun Gothic #Furry #Anthro #Anthropomorphic #Pig #Bat #Horse #Otter #Duck #Monkey #Giraffe

[empress-of-xerxes]

Homecoming (Pt. 1)

The Immure pressed from the warp like a fist, shattering reality like glass with tendrils of cascading warp fire echoing out from the center of its re-entry. It was brutalistic, blocky and massive as any modified iconoclast destroyer could be counted to be with endless portals along its hull for modified gun platforms. It shuddered as if breathing in from a long time spent beneath the currents and thrusted forward, not waiting for the rest of the fleet fluttering in behind it. The Immure tasted prey and it's Commander would grant it a feast.

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Braggart Hal, Arteshtaran of the Perfekt Entropy and Champion of Adrian the Beautiful, stood upon the command dias of the Immure bloated with withheld rage and venting steam from the rents in his armor that bled etheric light. His armor barely contained his soul now and he breathed out a sigh that made reality tremble as his fury became a palpable, mist of red fog billowing around his armored frame. The power field of his fists cackled and spasmed as he flexed its fingers and allowed his rage to burn bright within the weapons machine spirit. Braggart had always been a brute, even in youth. Amongst his Legion he was an outcast for foregoing the beauty and art of combat for more blunt and devastating methods. His enemies were broken not by fanciful sword play but with brutality. Break. Shatter. Ruin. The words echoed in his mind constantly like some echoed mimicry of the World Eaters mantra. He did not wish for blood. Nor skulls. Just ruination in it’s entirety.

"We... are here..." Braggart whispered but the sound came out in threat filled syllables. His chest rumbled in a throaty laugh and he breathed in deep with anticipation. "I will break... the King of Ashes."

He grinned beneath a helm he could never remove as the first alert chimes of weapons and auger lock began to sound out. "Xurok... is mine..."

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"Confirm again." Xurok ordered but already he knew just what had burst forth from that torturous reality into Xerxian space. He had been waiting for it. For several months he and the Vanguard fleet patrolled the edges of the system and maintained key cordons around the Mandeville points in and out of Xerxes. It had been tedious work and all the while he had begun to put together the message left for him by his... lost son. That message had lead him here and it was here that he readied the first line. Twelve ships of the Xerxian Royal Navy waited for the first of the Perfekt Entropy to arrive in system and all twelve reported the same numerical and idents marking the newly arrived iconoclast as none other than the Immure.

"Confirmed Hazarbad! Every ship confirms. That is the Immure." Reported a deckhand attached to ship to ship communications.

Xurok growled, grip tightening around the haft of his axe as he witnessed the long distance renderings of the long lost Xerxian ship. "It's blighted." The Immure was long past it's original design and was bloated with weapon arrays and arcane technology. A true destroyer that even it's smaller size couldn't mask. Pylons stretched from it's prow and along it's spine and ejected jaggedly from it's back. Arcs of ethereal light danced between the harness points and the destroyer seemed to feast on the residual warp ichor that clung to it's hull from re-entry. Xurok could swear the ship was laughing as he saw that hull lurch and spasm.

"Weapons lock and engage. Now! Full spread." He announced and began the tedious work of commanding a void battle. All around the command deck the Ram personnel began their calculations as more splinters of blighted ships began to cough out of the warp tear made by the Immure. There were twenty now. All old Xerxian patterns and designations.

"Fire at will! Target the lighters first but hammer the Immure with everything else!" Xurok ordered and the Immure answered with a flare of engine discharge as it roared forward.

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The Epigram burned silently in the void with its hull ruined and torn asunder. It was a victim to the onslaught unleashed by the warp-bloated weaponry employed by the Immure and its death marked the first of many as the iconoclast surged towards Xurok's Mayra. Lance beams, solid sabot rounds, mass accelerated tungsten, and a whole litany of other weapons were filling the void with constant flashes of void shield flares and the occasional trickle or sickly pop as a ship's voids shivered out of existence and the metal of its hull taste the sting of munitions. 

Braggart flexed the fingers of his gauntlet, making a fist and squeezing hard to the groaning of servos. His attention was fading. Vision swimming red with hate. Before him was the weakness of his species laid bare. Complacency and fear, tethered to remain bound to a single system when they could have taken the stars. 

"Adrian's Perfekt... we cull the weak... prepare to board..." He growled across the ship wide vox and echoing out the same transmission to the rest of the fleet. The Perfekt Entropy aboard were already awaiting this moment, weapons primed and combat stimulants awaiting the first sign of neural activation. 

 Three of their ships had fallen to the initial wave of attack from the Xerxian Vanguard but plenty remained and order was remade. They spiraled and danced among the first line of defense, bleeding and setting a path for the Immure to meet with the Mayra. A duel of the strongest of Xerxes' sons. 

"Burn engines at... max... Cleave our path forward..." Braggart hissed as he began to retreat from the command deck. He would reach his prey. He would break Xurok. He would open the way for his brother. He had sworn this to him and if Adrian had simply asked... Braggart would have razed the galaxy in his name.

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"You will not have to worry about finding him." Said an unusually calm and monotone voice from behind Xurok. The Immortalis commander turned about and his eyes narrowed at the turncoat named Helotes. The former apothecary wore no smug smile, no sneer of arrogance. It was strange to even consider this man once one of sons of Fulgrim when all the mirth and pride was absent and in its place neutrality and bitterness thrived. Helotes wasnt a schemer but there was no denying the man was capable of webbing ideas as fluidly as the rest of the degenerated Emperor's Children. What his true motive was... for the time being... is unclear. 

Helotes' brow raised and he returned Xurok look with the tired, aged gaze of his own. The ashen grey smudges still splotted over his eyelids and the wrinkles and deep frown always set upon his face really spoke to the man's age. But there was still a deeply hidden youthfulness there, glinting in eyes undeserving of the color grey. Stolen, Xurok once pondered, but had since given up wondering on. 

"What is he now?" Xurok ventured. 

 "Divinity." Helotes grumbled sardonically, "Or as close to reaching it as any one can be. I helped him on the path at Adri- I mean the Beautiful's request. We were to guide him and contain his being until the very end. A conduit for the range in his soul. A prison." Helotes rubbed his chin and the Mayra rumbled as its guns unleashed another salvo. 

"It was cruelty to indulge him, but there was no better drug to sate the beast. Sarn devised the numerology. I carved the frame. He whispered as He always did. Soothed the beast as he soothed us all." 

The edge of Xurok's lip twitched and he looked away from the apothecary. He remembered Braggart as a brute but Helotes made him sound like so much more now. A slaughterer. A pawn. A tool. 

"Can we kill him?" Xurok asked with a bite to the intonation.

Helotes thought on this as if it was the first time he'd ever been asked. He rubbed the back of his shaven scalp and shrugged to the groan of armor servos. "Theoretical: Sunder and delay, break apart piece by piece. That would be the best course of action. But Practical..." He snorted, "Nothing short of tossing him into the sun would do the trick." 

Theoretical? Practical? The words had been intoned and Xurok took note of their meaning. He could not remember their use prior to now but they were a familiar rhythm. Pre-Heresy... but did they remain Post? A question for another time.

"Xerxian plasma burns three times as hot as any sun." Xurok growled and Helotes almost smiled then.

"So there is a plan then?" Helotes crossed his arms and the honor guard of the Immortalis Primus shifted with agitation. Xurok nodded but remained silent for a while. He needed to see what Braggart was before he could break him. He needed to know if the path into the mountain crest he had taken and the pain he had endured there would prove enough now. There was only so much the scales of the Shahmaran could do against the degeneracy of the warp but Xurok knew in the fire of his soul that it would have to be enough. Against dev and fae, against even the Thrones themselves, his weapons and his being had proven themselves capable. It was all about balancing the cost of power permitted. 

"He is coming for me, yes?" Xurok asked and Helotes need not confirm. "Then let him. We grant him a path straight to me, slow him only slightly, enough to make sure the rest of his fleet burns in the cinders of his hubris. Once he is on board we must goad him at every turn. Promise him failure." 

Helotes clicked his tongue, "Making him angry isnt what I would suggest..." 

 "But it's what we must do. We have to let him burn himself out. Let him unleash the worst of his rage so that we get that moment to strike. If he is as you say, Divinity climbing, then that is when he is most vulnerable. At the apex of his ascension." 

Helotes chuckled dryly, "You want him to ascend? That can not end the way you see it..." 

"I want him to become the pawn, not for Adrian, but for the things that echo in the Windsong. That is when he loses Adrian's favor and with it his protection." 

Helotes did not understand, not fully and Xurok could not blame him for such. This insight was only possible through the knowledge that mother Xerxes could provide. Through the whispers of the Scales and the burden of blood. 

#super long drabble #collecting it all here #xerxian lore #homecoming #warhammer 40k #oc #drabble #writing

[respirdal]

Do you have any fluffy driftrod fics recommendations?

It’s time for the “Fluffy DiftRod Fics List” of 2k19 

the *Incomplete Compendium by Res because its missing angst. 

*The following list are fics do not include sticky interactions or they are simply mentioned in passing.

 This list also features some angst but with the intentions of a happy ending or a hopeful resolution. 

There are, of course, so many more wonderful fics. Might be for another Fic Rec List because this one is…pretty long.

 MTMTE/LL

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The Cusp of Return - antepathy

https://tf-rare-pairing.livejournal.com/370865.html

“What do you believe in?”

“Hope.  A future better than now, better than the past.” A pause. “That’s what I’ve always been fighting for.”

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Affection - Owlix

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3524294

The first time Rodimus put an arm around Drift and tried to pull him close, Drift punched him in the face.

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Two Patients, No Patience. - Shadow-Vector

https://shadow-vector.livejournal.com/161517.html

“I know they werereal. I know they existed. I know that’s what they believed. And they were,” asmile that looked almost painful, a cup of memories, “right about everythingelse.”

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And Here’s Your Own Spaceship - Sophisticated Adult

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12239529

“Two outcasts! Two robots, going it alone!”

The funny thing was that Prowl said it like it was a threat.

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Return and Return Again - hellkitty

https://archiveofourown.org/works/377747/chapters/616459

“One day,” he said, “You’re going to drop this shallow act of yours. I can see through you.”

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Rodimus’s Lessons in Leadership - Shadow-Vector

https://shadow-vector.livejournal.com/165566.html

Rodimus grinned. “That’s why I try not to think.  Look at the trouble it gets you into.”

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Comfort - tasteful robot loving

https://tasteful-robot-loving.tumblr.com/post/187392130416/hello-driftrod-anon-here-thinking-about-them

They will not lose each other, not today.

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Assumptions - Owlix

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1876149

Drift has made mistakes. They’ve left marks.

Rodimus takes him as he is.

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Apologies - dracoqueen22

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8323132

In the still and quiet before battle, Rodimus takes an opportunity to let Drift know how sorry he is.

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Across the Valleys at Sundown - carinatae

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8124868

Self-doubt keeps you awake.

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Someday - squireofgeekdom

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11313699

In the aftermath, Drift and Rodimus finally have a moment to talk about the impact Megatron has had on both of them, and about their own past and future.

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Like Crystal Flowers - Sonamae

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5928772

Rodimus has to deal with so much. Amusement Parks, Awkward Tea Parties, Space Bovine, Captain Enamored, and more! At least his boyfriend is there to take some of the weight off his shoulders. 

Now if he could only get Drift to stop teasing him.

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Summit - Choomchoom

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13939431

Drift and Rodimus take a trip to visit a temple on the other side of Troja Major during the events of LL 8 and 9. 

There’s a lot they need to talk about, and a dangerous adventure may just be the best place for it.

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Prelude to Adventure - timelessmulder/timelessalice

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17761883

Drift and Rodimus have a carefree moment.

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We came to dance -Owlix

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1222213

Rodimus decides to teach Drift how to dance.

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Meet in the Middle - Squireofgeekdom

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15307938/chapters/35514627

“I’m going back for Drift, and I’m not stopping until I find him, or until whatever took him kills me.” Rodimus stares around the circle, one by one. “No one else has to come with me. You want to find the Knights? You’ll do it without me. I’m going to find Drift.”

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AU - Rodimus but with a faceplate

Bonk means I love You- butteredbutter, frostyfallon

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16997271

When you don’t have a mouth kissing becomes a lot harder. Rodimus finds a way to work around this though because not kissing Drift is not an option.

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AU - humanformers

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On the drive home -choomchoom

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17046434

Rodimus and Drift first meet for real in the grad student office at eleven at night.

Sequel: https://choomchoom.tumblr.com/post/186388219002/for-stories-i-would-love-to-see-you-write-more

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The Ferris Wheel Job - Squireofgeekdom

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16679344

In which Drift and Rodimus are shmoopy and ridiculous, their teammates are exasperated, shopping the food trucks does not count as doing a proper search, and no, neither does winning silly carnival prizes for your boyfriend, and things end up back on mission entirely by accident.

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Sundays in Sunlight - BlueFingers

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20358916

drift and roddy make cookies together and it’s very very sweet

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HOTLOCK

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anyhow, have some more hotlock pining  - MarsReds

https://marsreds.tumblr.com/post/181885491094/anyhow-have-some-more-hotlock-pining

Deadlock didn’t have, couldn’t have the words for what this was.

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Primus help him.- alyonian

https://alyonian.tumblr.com/post/185565600509/hello-have-soft-hotlock-cause-im-in-the-mood

And that’s when Hot Rod, as if he knows, begins to hum something under his breath

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Snow - Haluwasa2

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13143696

Deadlock takes his little Autobot prisoner out to see snow for the first time.

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The Monster in the Shadows  - Knight of Cybertron

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19835116/chapters/46967830

"Cold?”

That voice was so different. Drift never purred like that.

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Ocean Eyes -Autobratty

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17994911

Deadlock takes an interest, and finds that the line between intrigue and attraction is thinner than he’d thought.

Hot Rod Medic AU: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1305464

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THE ENTIRE DECEPTICON HOT ROD AU BY VETO POWER OVERCLOCK

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1189521

Special Mentions forExtra Fluff and Pinning:

Starchart - https://archiveofourown.org/works/19410514

A picnic under the stars.

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 PLAYLISTS

Stand by You -Squireofgeekdom

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/65angSQ9reB5en0ftPpDLg?si=ew8mg7uSTueQDkY443vwYQ

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Circles around the moon - rhapsodaze

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3UhBlYJMpWY4JUEyq5vN5R?si=oRgtLyWCRVy5U6GGNOgnvQ

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although we are faraway - steelsuit

https://8tracks.com/steelsuit/although-we-re-far-away

#good god im so sorry im missing the spicy ones and the HEART WRENCHING fics but we did say fluffy edition SO #Anonymous

[anon-e-miss]

🎃?

Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

I have, sort of, Festival of Mortilus is a holiday fic with some Christmas traditions. I always promise myself I'll finally finish it in the holiday season. We shall see about this year.

Primus Help the Outcasts has a similar holiday setting.

I can't say I've written any other holiday but Christmas-ish.

[twitchesandstitches]

Alt Fleet Origins

idea i wrote up during my absent spell a couple months back; alluded to a few times and decided it was time to post it:

Consider this: the core group of the Fleet and thus the characters you might consider the central characters (Sierra, Terezi, Rose Quartz, Grimlock and Undyne) are the members of the generation that made the FLeet what it is, but they’re not the FIRST generation of the Fleet

They didn’t found it, but shaped it into what it is now, making them the heroes who defined the Fleet, gave it power and brought them home after ages of suffering and nomadic flight, but there is a lot that predates them

In short, it expands on the culture of the Fleet and makes it about more than just them!

This does require tossing out a lot of my original ideas for the Fleet’s origin and the foundations of the AU (Sierra discovering the Matriatrix and finding the other founding groups during the course of several adventures, building up their collective powers and creating the basics of the Fleet), but heck with it, some of the ideas I’ve had for this are SUPER fun and make a lot of sense within the AU

The actual founding generation goes back much further, perhaps an additional several hundred years prior to the birth of Sierra, who being the least difficult to map to realistic ages, makes a good barometer. The Fleet’s core ideas (it’s codes of honor, the way they handle things, and the basic social concepts) go back to the original founders, who banded together for mutual survival in a hostile multiverse where they were outcasts.

Most of the original groups are still represented here, but their ancestors are the ones who came into the fold first, so to speak.

(Greater detail and worldbuilding below)

I’m thinking there were probably no human members of the group, and came later; possibly humans are a bit of a rarity in this AU, at least in terms of population. Elves, dwarves, tieflings, they’re more common, but bog-standard humans are simply less common than you might assume.

The Homestuck contingent is represented by the troll ancestors: Neophyte Redglare as their leader, the Dolorosa, the Disciple, maybe the Executioner and the Signless. Additionally they had a large number of trolls allied to them, effectively they’re the Beforan versions of the ancestors (though giving them different relative ages for the sake of interesting divergence, like making Porrim a primordial vampire) until Beforus fell in ancient times, and the struggles of survival shaped the Beforus characters of the dancestors into the wiser but harder characters on par with the Alternian ancestors. While likely revolutionaries, these specific trolls were mainly just trying to survive without a homeworld, and being unwilling to take Condy’s ruthless measures to claim one for their own. Redglare would be the original wielder of the Matriatrix here, eventually passing it on to Sierra.

Because the troll kids (Terezi, Vriska, Feferi and the others) come later, presumably this means that you had to have access to all the troll ancestors genetics to get them. This might mean that, for a while, ALL the ancestors were part of the Fleet or had their genetics acquired somehow; this has interesting implications for Mindfang and the Condesce.

The Gems are, quite simply, the Crystal Gems. Possibly the core group (Rose, Pearl, Ruby, Sapphire, Amethyst, Bismuth) with additional crystal gems rounding out the population. They were also just trying to survive, and specifically avoid restarting Homeworld, the circumstances of the Crystal Gem Rebellion are way different here, and possibly unrelated to Earth, though it’s also quite possible that Homeworld was outright destroyed prior to those tensions building up into full revolution. The human characters, at the beginning of the Fleet, wouldn’t have been born yet. Lapis is off somewhere else doing her own thing, Peridot possibly hasn’t been born yet (???) and Jasper MIGHT have a servant of Rose before leaving to join the Stingers once they’re formed to amass her own glory, or else had no idea Pink Diamond survived.

The Transformers present an interesting possibility: maybe Grimlock is actually younger here? I like him having participated in the Autobot/Decepticon wars too much to have him been born recently, but if the war was more recent, that might play into things. I’ve implied that the Cybertron Civil War took place many eons ago and shaped history across the multiverse, but it’s possible that this can be fulfilled by the children of Primus carrying out the same narrative cycle repeatedly, with the Autobot uprising dating to, at most, a thousand years ago. This would make the Autobots SIGNIFICANTLY younger than usual, and also let me mess around more and make things even more AU.

An alternative possibility is having Transformers (And other long-lived beings that don’t mature physically) grow up as a response to emotional growth; they are prompted by life experiences to mature and change, but don’t do it in a vacuum. Thus, Grimlock and the other Autobots can be millions of years old but until they go through exceptional circumstances, they don’t change much over time. Leaning towards the former option of them simply being way younger than I normally do it, simply because I VERY RARELY make the Autobots younger than series average and it might be fun to mess around with that.

In any case, the founding Autobots would be a smallish group mainly led by Elita-1, Arcee, several others of note (Ultra Magnus, Jazz, ect.) and of course, Wheeljack and Ratchet, who are Grimlock’s parents. Grimlock himself may have been alive at this time, but he remained taciturn and withdrawn after the things he suffered, and doesn’t become a major player until later. The smallest in overall number, but the largest in terms of power. Most of those would, of course, be fembots.

The Undertale roster is largely unchanged, since they seem kinda long-lived anyway. They probably provide the largest initial population for the Fleet, because of the sheer diversity and monster girl possibilities they provide! Monster Musume characters would also be included in their numbers; specifically the monster moms. Toriel, as queen of the monsters and perhaps led by portents she believes the monster goddess, Mothra, has bestowed upon them, leads her people (the Undertale characters; the human ones and Deltarune characters are born later) to find a place to survive, and eventually bond with the rest of the Fleet.

Add in additional characters and groups as needed, with some provisos: no humans at all at this point, they come later. Secondly, this version of the Fleet is a large band of nomads, perhaps numbering several hundred at most for the first generation or so, traveling from continent to continent and then world to world via teleportation gates they discover, uncovering a mystery that eventually leads into the overarching conspiracy that the Fleet will later investigate.

They are thus a convoy, staying on the move from their enemies and just trying to survive. They have kids, mind their own business, but can’t help being heroes and getting a bit of a reputation; eventually they wind up being superheroes of a sort.

Redglare, as mentioned, is the first wielder of the Matriatrix for the FLeet. I dunno where SHE got it (found it? it was passed down to her by a mentor?) but she uses it in a very different way from Sierra; the modding and power-enhancing scene requires an economic base and adventuring capability the proto-Fleet does not have, at this point, but they are able to use some of its powers to begin changing themselves to stay alive and relevant. Possibly the first signs of hyper proportion power levels begins here. But no one has any idea how to use it, and as in the current time, must experiment: Redglare ultimately does not learn the specific abilities Sierra did, but combines its alchemizing abilities with her innate Mind powers to draw abilities from those around her, combined with the zeitgeist of the area around her and, in a sense, weaponize the narrative to randomly generate abilities and spell effects. She is ultimately far better at the subtle abilities and Sierra still falls short of living up to her skills. Redglare is the first champion and leader of the Fleet, the heroine they all adored, and leaves big shoes to fill. (Her fate is… open to debate.)

Eventually, there is a second phase around the third generation of children and the signs of the Matriatrix’s gifts imbuing them with hyper fertility and devouring/pregnancy powers so that the Fleet is associated with nomming themes and producing huge amounts of children. By this point they have multiplied by several hundred members, both taking in anyone who wants to join their merry band and reproducing… a LOT. Gems and Transformers have been changed to be able to have super pregnancies, but not to the one-woman population booms in the present. This significantly alters the dynamics for their people, since the difficulties of resources for making new Gems and Transformers is a major problem for reproduction; possibly something similar applies to trolls, as I imagine the mother grub not being a natural part of the reproduction, but akin to a biological cloning machine inducing inbreeding due to over reliance on it.

Around this phase, two things happen, in no particular order, but as a result, some humans enter the Fleet. Again, humans are a relatively rare and severely underpowered species, and possibly in the process of dying out. But their greatest place of utopian ideals and success is the world-nation of Wakanda, reimagined her as a massive ringworld inhabited by humans, robots and the creations of ancient humans. It is a distillation of Marvel, with the entire human population being mutants; powers are universal, and the older generation of BNHA characters also originate from here (All Might, Inko). The Fleet seeks shelter, and for some time, calls Wakanda home. This utopian wonderland becomes the Fleet’s first true stable homeland, and eventually the beginning of their spaceflights; eventually they can no longer remain after Wakanda is devastated by Evil, and the notion of Wakanda becomes a spiritual homeland they home to one day reestablish.

By this point, the clan social system that eventually replaces biological families entirely begins to manifest, growing out of the social structures of Wakanda and the factionalism present within the newborn Fleet itself.

The other thing that can happen before or after the joining with Wakanda; the discovery of ancient cloning facilities, in which humans played a part. Great mechanisms to produce vast amounts of cloned offspring lay dormant, but fully functional, and providing the Fleet with valuable lost technology that will become the basis for later bio-tech. The facility contains information on the twenty-eight hundred trillion different bloodlines of the many species recorded, among them human bloodlines that still have a claim to the last dynasties of Earth in its pre-Cataclysm hey-day, and the offspring of those bloodlines would have tremendous cultural influence due to their descent from the last great powers of their people.

The Fleet begins what will become a solemn vow to resurrect life whenever possible; eventually they will start gestating fallen species, but they begin by simply starting the machines back up and raising the resulting children on their own. Among these are the first human members to be born into the Fleet; these include the human guardians from Homestuck (Pop Egbert, Mom Lalonde, Grandpa Harley, non-abusive Bro Strider) as well as anyone explicitly confirmed to be human and born into the Fleet; of note, the human SU characters from an older generation, most prominently Greg Universe.

Additional time passes, more generations come and go, and the Fleet’s initial powers grow more advanced; rebirth via pregnancy becomes a viable technique though not as widespread as it will become, and extends life spans considerably. Hyper huge proportions and recreational modding become more common, and with Redglare’s increased control over the Matriatrix, the beginnings of the Fleet’s superpowers status beings.

Now we come to the birth of the ‘current generation’; the characters the AU focuses on. Sierra, the other TDI characters, and the Homestuck kids and trolls are born. (Analogues to the Beforan characters as they are in the dancestor bits are also born roughly around this time.) The human characters in question (mainly the TD and Homestuck humans like Jade, Roxy, Jane and John) are a mix of being born from the cloning processes and offspring of the human mutants. The trolls, though, are explicitly the biological children of the troll ancestors, even if they are not raised by them as per Fleet custom.

Thus, everyone effectively grows up as friends and have an established society that predates them, putting less of an emphasis on them as the sole heroes; they stand on the shoulders of those who came before.

Sierra winds up becoming a protege of sorts to Redglare, and Terezi, as her descendant, suffers a great deal of pressure to become as great as her, while Redglare does her best to just let her descendants have a happy, ordinary life.

At some point, though, Redglare leaves the story. However it happens, she passes the Matriatrix onto Sierra, when all expectation was that Terezi would continue her legacy. This causes a great deal of tension between the two, even though they are very close prior to this. Eventually it is repaired, but not without damage.

In her childhood, Sierra befriends Grimlock (Effectively being his human companion friend, in TF fandom terms), bringing him out of his gloomy shell and lightning him up a little bit into the hero we all know he can be.

Sierra’s discoveries, as well as those of her friends (most predominantly Feferi, who is effectively the mother of modding) and the leadership of their particular group begins to shape the Fleet into what it is, setting the stage for its current position as it grows and changes.

(This also means that Vriska, and perhaps a good chunk of the Stingers, were originally part of the Fleet, perhaps those who opted for personal gratification or glory over the Fleet’s heroic intentions.)

Some other consequences is that the Fleet initially grew gradually, slowly absorbing people into it over time and then growing just a bit faster at a time as the Matriatrix’s powers expanded into others… and relatively recently, their expansion went from a few worlds and a single fleet to multiple ones, and a MASSIVE population explosion that continues even to this day. This rapid expansion is clearly terrifying to most people and a serious threat to people who originally saw them as hedonist outcasts and rogues challenging tyrants.

The second one is a theme of building things over the course of multiple generations, but suddenly the plan is askew. Redglare, the seemingly immortal wielder of the Matriatrix, is gone. Her plans, whatever they were, are suddenly stalled and the Fleet doesn’t have a rudder; people depended on her and revered here, and Terezi and Sierra wind up having to take the reins and inspire people. Sierra the heart-felt champion and the one they adore, and Terezi winds up the one with a plan and purpose people can root for.

Things build up and expand from simpler roots, growing more complex and better than what their forerunners initially created. They might be standing on the shoulders of giants, but they’ll grow far bigger than their parents did.

(The metaphor is somewhat muddled by the fact that the Fleet’s stronger people genuinely regard ‘growing bigger than a planet and using your finger to destroy a kaiju’ as mid-tier feats, but the point still stands.)

#queued #crossthicc AU

[cao-the-dreamer]

Sweet child o’ mine: Who am I, who are they

I wasn’t patient enough to wait for someone to beta-read this chapter, so forgive me if there are any mistake. But I’m so glad I finally finished it!

Time for Optimus to give Nebula a clue about her past… 

Enjoy!

(You can read it on Ao3 or Fanfiction if you prefer)

The first time he meets her, he cannot help but think how similar and yet how different she is compared to her creators.

Optimus Prime is standing in front of a wooden house — a cabin, according to Bumblebee — which blends in between the broad and twilight-like trunks of the forest, where the young girl is hiding from the world.

They are a few miles away from the place his fellow Autobots currently are, trying to settle down on this foreign planet after their arrival a week ago.

Optimus knew that there was a chance he might come across her, the little one, the miracle child, but he hadn't expected her to be aware of her origins. Her eyes pierce through the darkness of the door frame, questioning, wary, ready to fall back into the shadows should he reveal himself as a threat.

But Bumblebee hums a soothing tune, gesturing with patience, willing to prove her that his leader means no harm.

The truck takes a step back, giving her space, before getting down on one knee, making himself smaller.

Electric blue dives into dim red.

“Take your time, little one,” his deep voice is a foreign sound amongst the forest's. “I will not force you to come out if you don't want to.”

Her eyes lower, avoiding his gaze.

“I'm sorry… I don't know who I should trust anymore.”

Before he can question the eerie statement, a dark hand comes forward, pointing at the yellow scout.

“You comforted my best friend, you protected her, you threw away her loneliness and gave her a sense to her life. I’m deeply grateful that you did so. But… those two titans who were eager to destroy my planet, and yet who treated me like a precious gem, they told me who I really am, they told me you took me away from a loving father.”

“More complicated… than that,” a feminine voice whispers from his radio.

“I know. That's why you told me to wait. To wait for someone who could properly explain me what happened.”

Her stare goes back to Optimus.

“And you came.”

Then she takes a step forward, she comes into the light, and for a brief moment the faces of her creators hide her own.

But soon the illusion is gone, because even if she has the same ruby eyes of her father and the same dark skin and round shape of her mother, she is not like them.

The rage eating the warlord from the inside out is absent from her eyes.

Her gaze is not determined like her mother's.

Her shoulders are hunched and her head lowered — it is so different from her parents who always stood proudly.

She is just tired. Tired, and alone again.

He can see she has gone through a lot. Optimus doesn't know why, but his spark begs him to lean forward and welcome the child within his arms, to give her some comfort. He suppresses the urge, knowing that such a brusque and invading gesture would scare the little one off.

He nods instead, explaining that it would be a long story to tell, for he has to dig deep into the roots of the Cybertronian society to explain how her parents came to be.

“Go ahead,” she shrugs as she brutally flops onto the stairs of the porch. “I have plenty of time for storytelling.”

He cannot help but ask if she is alright.

“Fine,” she grumbles.

Her tone is a clear indicator that she is not fine, but should Optimus press the matter, he has no clue.

He still doesn’t know a single thing about her. For now, they are strangers.

Maybe later… When they will be more comfortable around each other, maybe he will try to make her speak about her.

So he pushes the thought away and he kneels, the grass brushing his plating, and Bumblebee imitates him in a cross-legged position. Then his — soothing, she discovers with surprise — his soothing voice begins the tale of an old world.

“Cybertron once was a vast empire, with dozens and dozens of colonies implanted on several planets across the galaxy. Our leaders believed that our kind was above organic species; thus they never hesitate to wipe entire populations out if their homeworld’s soil was rich in resources — and the newly free space would be used to host the ever-growing Cybertronian population. We live for millennia, sometimes millions of years; back then the deaths did not compensate the newborns, which didn’t allow a balanced population growth. It seemed like our ruthless appetite was endlessly unsatisfied, despite the empire’s immense wealth.

“Cybertron was powerful, rich and feared, but that did not mean that Cybertronians were happy. Our society was framed by a rigid system of castes: according to the body and the alt-mode you were born with, you were labelled with the corresponding caste: the politicians, the military, the intellectuals, the entertainers, the merchants, the manual workers, the priests, and the outcasts, called “the strays”. Your cast dictated your profession for the rest of your life, no matter how misfit you could feel within it. You couldn’t have a Conjunx — what you humans would call a spouse — outside of your own cast. Every cast had to face prejudices and wariness from the other parts of society — which divided us, making it almost impossible to live as a community. And by the time I was online, the upper casts, politic and military, were heavily corrupted: bribes, favours and blackmails were common things.

“Before the war, my name was not Optimus Prime, but Orion Pax. I was a historian, from the cast of the intellectuals. My work was to study the Cybertronian archives and vulgarize their content for the general public. But it was more propaganda than an actual job: many times my books were returned to me, because it did not glorify enough the system. I never liked it, but I was too young to know how to write something that would satisfy the specification of the Council, and, at the same time, would give a clear insight of our past. The Council pretended that Cybertron was better now, and that the previous ages were uncivilized and dark periods of time, but I easily knew it was a blatant lie. Easy for me, since I had all the resources available to prove the absurdity of Functionalism — but I could not speak out loud, nor could any of my fellow Transformers, because whoever disapproved the Council was sidelined, banned, and sometimes killed. The atmosphere was of ignorance and fear, making it heavy and unbearable.

“And then, one day, a book appeared. The Council tried to remove it from the book stores and forbade its distribution, but by doing so they only increased the value of the novel, and it spread out in a small amount of time. Everyone wanted to know what was so special about this particular book (some people even downloaded it directly into their brain!), and I was curious too, so I looked for it. When I found it, I immediately became fascinated.

“It was simply called Dialogues. The story, beautifully written, was about a Cybertronian, who had died in an accident, and, as he waited in the Afterspark to be judged by Primus, our god, he came across a character called “the Stranger”. Who or what they were, the reader didn’t know, only that “they were not from here”. The Stranger asked the Transformer why he was crying, and he told them that all his life he had been miserable. Again the Stranger asked why, and as they comforted him, he told them his life. Gradually it became an explanation of the Cybertronian society, fueled by the remarks of the Stranger. The more the characters spoke, the more flaws of our world were pointed out. The mech explained that freedom was a foreign concept for him, and the Stranger was outraged to hear such a thing. They told him he was free to be himself, he ought to, actually, because everyone else was taken. It was the most touching part of the book: when the Cybertronian realised that he could hope, that he could dream. But then he asked what was the point in dreaming about a better life, if he was dead. And the Stranger pronounced an iconic sentence: “Because dreams occur when one is sleeping. It is time to wake up.” And he woke up in a hospital bed.”

For a fleeting moment, he stays silent, before speaking again:

“No wonder the Council tried to get rid of this book: it was an evident criticism of the very system they promoted. Whoever had written it had signed its own death warrant — but despite the Council’s investigations, they were never found. And the politicians were too late: the seeds of hope were sown. “It is time to wake up” became a forbidden motto, thrilling those who said it, thanks to someone who had been brave enough to shout that something was wrong.

“I wanted to meet this someone. I wanted to help them, I wanted to be part of this bravery. Thus I started to look for clues, anything that would lead me to them. I went all over the planet, I asked publishers and librarians who might have been in contact with this mysterious author. But none of them gave me an answer, denying the fact they had an acquaintance with them. I was about to give up, when a book seller from Kaon accosted me, and simply told me I should go to Zagoran.

“Zagoran is a desertic planet on the borderline of the Cybertronian Empire. It had been left untouched because it was only made of sand and barren mountains, making it “unworthy” of our leaders’ attention and unfit for Cybertronians to settle down. Only a few natives peacefully lived there, undisturbed by our expansionism.

“There were only two options. Either the book seller had given me a clue about the author's location, so I could meet them away from prying eyes; or it was a ruse from the Council, who might have noticed my researches about them, and maybe I was becoming too annoying, so they were trying to lure me away from Cybertron to kill me without any witness. But that last hypothesis was illogical: why send me on a faraway planet and waste resources in following me there, whereas there were people who easily disappeared every week? No, it was very likely that the place would lead me to the unknown writer.

“So I decided to go.”

The more he speaks, the more enthralled she becomes. It is as if Nebula can see the past through Orion Pax's eyes, and she beholds a world she doesn't know a thing about, yet who unfolds before her like the stage of a theatre.

She follows Orion Pax through his journey to Zagoran, can feel his excitement and his apprehension as his ship gets closer and closer to the planet and finally lands not far from a mountain massif.

The hot sand tickles her toes as he puts his feet on the ground. The tip of her tongue tastes the dry wind whistling around him, and she bites back a whine when the sun heating up his armour almost scorches her skin. But the sensation is quickly forgotten when he catches a glimpse of a shining object, standing at the base of a canyon.

The sun is reflecting on the plating of another Cybertronian, and Nebula is as curious as Orion about this stranger. A cloak is thrown around their shoulders, hiding their body, but everything about them is massive, and both travellers suddenly feel wary. They are even more anxious when the other robot beckons them to come closer before retreating into the canyon, but does Orion Pax have a choice? There is no turning back now.

Nebula is a simple witness, and cannot comfort him as he follows the stranger — and like his spark, her heart clenches in dread when a black bag is shoved around his head as soon as he enters the shadow of the cliffs. She feels his panic while he struggles against whoever harshly grips his wrists together and forces him down to his knees. His body is shaking and she shares the frightening hypothesis that this is a trap, and she jerks with him when another pair of hands palpate his body, looking for who knows what.

How long lasts this agonising moment, she doesn't know, but then a rumbling voice speaks.

“No tracker, no camera, no weapons. The guy is clean. You can let him go.”

Orion breathes out a sigh he has been holding — robots are able to sigh apparently — when he is released. But a firm hand stops him when he tries to take the bag off.

“The bag stays on,” the rumbling, calm voice tells him. “Now, follow us.”

He genuinely asks how he is supposed to walk if he is blind. The voice sighs and another one snickers, then Orion gasps in surprise when two callous hands scoop him up and press him against a broad chest.

“Aww,” the second voice, gravelly and deep, exclaims, “the little guy is cute when he squeaks! You look like a creator with their sparkling, bwahaha!”

Orion coughs in embarrassment while the one holding him — a femme, according to her voice — lets out an exasperated huff, before beginning to walk.

“Does this situation look like a joke to you?” and there is a warning in her tone.

“Oh, don’t worry, if the little guy tries any funny business, I’ll happily crush him. Got it, little guy?”

The smallest of the three shakily wonders what kind of situation he has got himself into while he nods and gulps.

The mech then makes an odd noise, something between a laugh and a snarl, like a wolf chuckling at a frightened dog, demanding him to go away, to leave his territory, or to submit.

So Orion submits. It's not like he can run away anyway. Not when the femme carrying him can easily smash him with her hands. He cannot see her, but he can guess she is taller than he is, or should he said huge, considering the arms supporting his weight are larger than his thighs. Each of her steps slightly shake the ground. Her thick and square fingers speak of strength, yet the powerful joints pressed against his armour are nothing but gentle and steady. He can feel the dents in the metal, a sign that her hands are used to harsh work… or more violent business.

He really, really doesn't want to think about the implications of such thoughts.

Then he notices that the air is cooler, it’s refreshing after having to cope with the burning heat of the desert. The femme turns right, turns left, turns left again — and after a moment he is so confused he cannot grasp directions any longer.

An eternity that could have been a second elapses during their walk — until she stops walking, and suddenly it seems like he is being stared at.

Anxious, he instinctively clings to her — and in response she unceremoniously drops him on the ground.

Someone snorts as he yelps in indignation then pain when he lands on his buttocks. He tries to get up despite the bag blindfolding him and he wobbles, almost losing his balance. A clawed hand catches him just in time, and sight is given back to him.

The first thing he sees is red. In the darkness of what looks like a cave, several pairs of glowing rubies warily peer at him. They stand straight, ready to strike should he do anything wrong. Their plating is dented and their paint worn, but their armor is so thick not even the strongest bullets would be able to pierce it. Some of them have cannons mounted on their back, others have guns and blades sticking out of their wrists — but all of them are covered in scars.

Orion realises in horror that he is before a pack of soldiers, beasts hardened by war — war dogs that can tear him up before he can say anything.

Despite being part of the military, one of the highest casts, soldiers are not worth more than strays. They are the tools of the expansion and the defence of the empire: they invade planets chosen by their superiors, they kill the people the strategists have decided not to spare, they guard the outposts implanted by their masters after having watched the battle from afar.

Never mind that dozens of them die on the battlefield — they are just pawns on the chessboard. They are made for violence, decimating everything, until violence claims them back.

Soldiers are almost never seen on Cybertron, if not as bodyguards — a job they are really good at — and they are so feared no one approaches them.

Are these people bodyguards too? Are they here to protect the mysterious author? It would be the most feasible explanation, yet Orion cannot shakes the feeling that he is missing something. They look old, battered by life, and at the same time there is something very young about them.

“What is your name?” a blue bot with gold accent coolly asks, his hands resting on the hilt of a long sword that can cut him in half in one swift motion.

“My designation is Orion Pax,” the historian manages to say with a steady voice, something he is proud of.

“Typical body from the intellectual cast,” the femme that carried him adds, and Primus, she is not tall she is a giant! “He fits Kat's description. He’s got nothing he can use against us. He’s either a spy or someone who genuinely wants to help.”

“I want to!” Orion exclaims, and everyone immediately stiffens, until they notice he is not speaking vehemently, but enthusiastically. “This novel, Dialogues, it was… it was something that everybody needed to read. The author was very brave to speak out loud, and I want to support them, so they can keep speaking.”

“And how would you do that?” two large, scarlet optics ask, inquisitive, only visible feature of a body hidden in the dark — and at this moment Orion regrets he has not an infrared vision.

“I am an historian. I have studied the past of Cybertron for a long time, and I want to share this knowledge… even if the Council doesn’t allow me to. That is why I am here: the writer spread hope, and if there is anything I can do to make this hope grow, if there are arguments the author needs to strengthen his ideas and resist against the Council’s propaganda… then I will not hesitate to provide them.”

The embers are closed now, reflecting upon the historian’s words. But when they open again, it is another voice that speaks, sounding strange, almost alien.

“We cannot trust you. Not yet. But if your words are true, then we will gladly accept your help. For now, go back to Cybertron. Think about the implications of such a choice. When we will decide that you are trustworthy, we will contact you again. And you will see the one you seem so keen to meet.”

When the silence comes back, Orion understands that it is time to leave. As they put the bag back and escort him toward the exit, he cannot help but feel disappointed. However, he understands that they have to take precautions — it’s survival.

He wonders how they will be able to tell that he is not a traitor, and he doesn’t feel the minuscule camera they have installed on him when they frisked him a moment earlier.

And the mysterious author is still plaguing his mind.

“Back then I didn’t know. I didn’t know that there was not one but two authors. I didn’t know they were already there, in this cave where everything began. I had seen his eyes and I had heard her voice. One was a soldier, like his brothers in arms. The other was someone who came from far away.”

Nebula is back to the present, and watches this robot full of memories, closing his eyes for a moment, trying not to get lost into the maze of his past.

“These people, one of a kind, were your parents. Megatron and Esther.”

#i know it ends up with a cliffhanger sorry #but i had to cut there bc it was too long #don't worry several parts of the next chapter are already done #hope you liked it! #sweet child o' mine #megatron #esther #nebula #optimus prime #transformers #beeverse #knightverse #bumblebee movie #interspecies romance #science-fiction

[toxiicatiing-a]

“Primus... Help the outcasts...”

Don’t leave her behind like her own kind has, not like this... She can’t bear this loneliness any longer.

#[Boring essays|Text post] #[Nice gallery|Image] #[Just speak clearly|Muse speaks] #[What am I|Ic] #[Don't let the arachnid bite|Blackarachnia] #[The door is open|Open starter] #{BA is feeling those SAD HOURS} #[There's no happy endings|Angst]

[verdigrisprowl]

June 16 Bevel’s Movie Night - The Greatest Showman & Steven Universe

Everyone agreed the main character was a jerk. However, circuses look fun.

Prowl left before Steven Universe.

Today ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave trudges in and parks himself. He's busy as anything catching up after his vacation, but he's here and ready to watch this thing.* Bevel Hey, Soundwave. *waves* ItsyBitsySpyers [[Good evening.]] Bevel Did you have fun on your vacation? ItsyBitsySpyers [[He enjoyed himself more than was expected.]] Bevel Aw, that is good. Did you talk to the Pahvans any? ItsyBitsySpyers [[No. He decided not to stay there. Staying might have brought them harm.]] VProwl *appears* Bevel Hey, Prowl. *waves* ItsyBitsySpyers *Greeting ping.* VProwl *... well, looks like there's only one option today, so takes his usual seat. a vague nod in bevel's general direction* *on to question #2: does he have to worry about soundwave telling—? no wait, she already knows. never mind, no problems here.* ItsyBitsySpyers *Soundwave nods to Prowl - with a small pause to cringe a little at that bad high note - and and settles in.* Ratchet *pops in* Bevel Where did you go after that, Soundwave? VProwl *oh never mind there's ratchet hi ratchet prowl's gonna go sit with ratchet sorry soundwave prowl's gone* Bevel ((Starting asap so get food and potty and all that if you need it Hi, Ratchet! Ratchet Hey! ItsyBitsySpyers *Oh. Well, that's not unusual for these nights. Still, he'd got his hopes up once Prowl sat down.*

[[To Risa. Ask your creator if you know nothing about it.]] VProwl *... RATCHET doesn't know. ratchet only ever caught the very beginning stages. all right, now prowl gets to be nervous.* ItsyBitsySpyers [[Good evening, Ratchet.]] Bevel I have never been there, but I know about Risa. Ratchet Evening, Soundwave. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Then you can be sure he had a tolerable time.]] *Soundwave perks.*

[[Music already?]] ItsyBitsySpyers *Ohhhh this is going to be a good night. Well, if he doesn't have to share the couch, he might as well stretch across it and fold one arm over his middle.* VProwl *Prowl must be tired. The shouty parts of the singing are hurting his audials.* Bevel *lays down on her stomach on the floor* ItsyBitsySpyers *Tilts his head. Was that not a real circus, then?* VProwl *Oh, so it wasn't just the one song, this is a singy movie.* *...... No dogs so far.* Bevel Rude. ItsyBitsySpyers *Really does not like the old human.* VProwl ... They could solve the problem by inviting /him/ into /their/ home. ItsyBitsySpyers [[The only way beings so obsessed with class and currency would dare is to have him work for them, as before.]] *Irritable puff.* VProwl *Okay, now he knows he's tired, the sheets are giving him a headache.* Bevel I like his little shadow machine. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Clever, clever human.]] VProwl Not talented at advertising, is he? ItsyBitsySpyers [[Doesn't seem to be, no.]] ItsyBitsySpyers [[He looks to have finally hit a kind of stride.]] VProwl He's collecting employees he can't yet pay, not customers. *there IS a dog.* ItsyBitsySpyers [[Yes, but at least there are people interested in being a part of it. Which is more than he had to start with.]] VProwl Hm. He knows what to do with negative press, at least. Bevel And they are doing really well too. That is a lot of people in the audience. ItsyBitsySpyers [[No doubt that old human would perish of shock if he saw.]] VProwl ... I can't help but get the sense that... if he were to write a propaganda movie about his own life to justify exploiting outcasts for profit, this is what it would sound like. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Perhaps he did.]] [[Is he still alive?]] Bevel All negotiations should include singing and dancing. VProwl Ugh. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Some of us would have an unfair advantage.]] VProwl I rather enjoy being able to get things done. Ratchet [[ is that MJ ]] Bevel ((Yes VProwl ... I haven't heard a laugh like that since before the Senate was murdered. Bevel It sounded really fake. ItsyBitsySpyers [[You do not sound pleased to hear one again.]] VProwl I'm neutral on it. VProwl Now /she's/ being hoodwinked. The real answer is "because you happened to be here when I was." ItsyBitsySpyers *Suspicious.* [[Is he infatuated with her. Is that what that is.]] [[....And now he leaves them in the cold.]] VProwl Mm-hmm. Bevel Boo. Ratchet He really called them that. VProwl He certainly did. ItsyBitsySpyers *Shaking his head.* [[Vile. He hopes they will all choose to burn their employment contracts.]] [[And the young one is a coward.]] Bevel At least he wanted to put them in the box instead of the standing room. ItsyBitsySpyers [[At least he wanted that, yes.]] VProwl Or unionize. Bevel Unionize! VProwl I heard that's a thing humans do. They could make more money for being called names by their boss. ItsyBitsySpyers [[...Why is he not following his companion and his offspring.]] Bevel *scowls* ItsyBitsySpyers *Angry buzzing.* VProwl ... I'm leaning back toward quitting. Quit and start their own circus. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Agreed.]] Bevel Yeah. Bevel All these parents are awful. VProwl All of these people, in general, are awful. Bevel *nods* VProwl I'm fairly certain the outcasts only aren't awful because they have yet to be afforded the rank and wealth to permit them to be so. The main character started off approximately as low as them and became awful the instant he was rich enough to be so. I think it's a running theme. Bevel I hope not. VProwl The sole exception appears to be his wife, who married him despite his rank; but she's hardly had any opportunity to do anything this movie except interact with him. Bevel *bad father on top of everything else, least favorite character forever* ItsyBitsySpyers [[Two credits on leaving his wife for the opera singer. He has abandoned everything and everyone else that supported him and gave him the opportunity he values.]] Bevel Noooooo. That would be the worst ending ever 😔 VProwl Hm. The moment after the opera singer pointed out that those born into privilege don't know what it's like to be born without it, he threw that concept into his wife's face. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Hmm.]] VProwl ... Why's SHE quitting? Did she find him THAT appealing after one party in the queen's presence? Is—is he supposed to be an appealing person? ItsyBitsySpyers [[Not in the slightest.]]

[[...Oh, Primus.]] Bevel He said he was leaving. VProwl Well. He deserved it. THEY didn't, though. ItsyBitsySpyers [[...Do not tell him the one semi-respectable human employer in this whole affair is--]] Bevel Aw no. VProwl The opera singer, though—just—decided to—casually endanger his reputation and family life in public, because he invited her across the ocean to sing and she was disappointed that "sing" wasn't code for "fuck"? What sense does that make. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Vindictiveness.]] VProwl It's ludicrous. Ratchet It is ironic that the one decent decision he made brought him to ruin. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Presenting them as equals? Hm. He certainly doesn't /treat/ them as such.]] VProwl He is an actor. VProwl If they want their home back, why rally around him for it? I still say they should go start their own circus. Bevel Yeah. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Still agreed.]] [[Himself?]] Bevel I think he means his family? VProwl If they think they need his name and face attached to it to make it work, then THEY can HIRE him to perform for them. Bevel Ha! He does not have any money, so I bet he will need them more than they need him. ItsyBitsySpyers [[...He led them on and ran away on a train?]] VProwl He's got a questionable reputation attached to a recent scandal. THEY'VE got an act. I think he's tracking down his family. Bevel He is! ItsyBitsySpyers [[Easier to transport, less expensive if burned. Not unwise.]] VProwl THAT much fabric? *yknow. the movie's almost over. the loud notes are still hard to listen to.* Bevel *sorry, Prowl* VProwl *well. he could be sleeping better.* VProwl ((... how do you park an elephant)) ItsyBitsySpyers ((any which way you want)) VProwl ((I GUESS)) ItsyBitsySpyers [[Stop singing at the ballet recital. How rude.]] Bevel ((excuse my police, but this guy just double parked his elephant in front of my carriage, can you tow it? VProwl ((*handcuffs its trunk*)) Bevel ((lol ItsyBitsySpyers [[Well. That was an interesting look into human entertainment history.]] Bevel Do they still have circuses on Earth? VProwl There's a circus on my Cybertron. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Oh, yes. They d-- what?]] *Snap attention.* [[Where? When?]] Bevel There is? *sits up excitedly* Ratchet [[ didn't the barnum circus officially shut down a couple years ago ]] VProwl Outside of Iacon. I think it's continuously going. One of the performers owns a bar in Metroplex. Bevel ((last year I think Ratchet [[ i saw it once as a kid, i don't remember much from it though except for the tent and discovering i don't like the big bread pretzels ]] Bevel ((same... also i remember loving the trapeze artists ItsyBitsySpyers ((it closed last year yeah)) VProwl *oh, nope, Prowl isn't staying for this show.* I should head out. Evening. Ratchet Seeya, Prowl. Bevel Night, Prowl. ItsyBitsySpyers [[Goodnight, Prowl.]] [[He should be on his way as well. He is very behind still, and there are things he must check on.]] *Maybe including that circus.* VProwl *disappears* Bevel Aw, ok, Soundwave. ItsyBitsySpyers *Nods, rises, and heads on his way.* Bevel ((i legit forgot she threw herself out of the van like that omg VProwl ((that's one of the most important moments in the show)) Bevel ((this is probably the episode when everything really changed VProwl ((i'd agree with that)) Bevel ((you got hints of things before this and some weird, funky stuff happening, but that reveal was just so big. I'm still sad I was spoiled on it before I started watching the show Bevel (("ok. bye." lol Bevel ((ok, that is all I have to show tonight, thanks everyone for coming VProwl ((gnight~))

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[xdeusxmachinax]

Hey, so how man muse do you have on this blog, do you have list for us to look at. (Sorry if I'm ask a question that been already asked before.)

*cracks knuckles*

Here you go, friend.

The Heralds of Unicron are Inhabitants of Unicron who have consumed Anglomois and have been transformed by it, remade to better serve Unicron. As such, they are more dangerous than civilians. Canon characters are indicated with an *. ‘Open to Multishipping’ means that although a character is in an established relationship, alternate universes mean they are still available for your muse to fall in love with. Assume everyone is available, only a handful aren’t.

Airaid: A young low-ranking seeker with an almost preternatural ability to foresee attacks. He can often foretell the time; place; and source of enemy assaults; up to eight weeks in advance. Airaid uses this talent to ensure his team takes measures to prevent the enemy from attacking; sometimes before they choose to do so. Airaid sees this precognition as a sign he is ‘blessed’; and loves lording this fact over his fellow Spawns. Transforms into a Saab Jas 39 Gripen. Approach with Caution.

Alternis: When not donning the ceremonial robes and mask of the Confessor; this priest of Unicron spends most of his time counseling others. Alternis seeks to offer comfort and peace to his comrades; and is always willing to listen. He takes great pride iin his collection of Olfactory Therapy paraphernalia.  Formerly a Decepticon slave named Turntable. Adopted Father to the Blader femme Glory. Transformation cog was removed by the D.J.D. Safe to Approach.

Anarchy: The result of breeding between Oblivion and Sideways; Anarchy is a young virus femme just learning the ropes when it comes to wreaking havoc. She’s less a warrior and more of a mischief make. Anarchy spends most of her time training, and can usually be found beside Overkill, who she sees as a best friend. She’s got a long way to go before she can call herself a herald. Currently, she’s training at the Autobot Academy on Cybertron. Transforms into an F1 Electric Formula Car.  Safe to approach.

*Angela: De Facto leader of the Sparkbots, this lion-hearted minibot loves her job. Whether its scouting Anglomois or misleading servants of Primus, Angela will not give up until her task is complete. Confident, strategic and energetic, she’s having more trouble settling into a peaceful life than the other Sparkbots. When she isn’t using her Kissplayer powers to help fellow heralds, she usually spends her time in an autocare shop. Safe to approach.

*Antagony: Although conceived as a gift for Shokaract, Antagony has built a life for herself outside of the conqueror’s shadow. This High Priestess of Unicron has devoted herself to the art and science of causing pain. She takes cold pleasure in torturing enemies and allies alike, and few of her lovers survive the experience. While her sadism makes her a skilled warrior, her true talent lies in time travel. No bot is more suited to enduring the physical and psychological tolls caused by defying time and space. While she and Shokaract are not mates, they have been seen together, and more than once Shokaract has emerged from the encounter with new scars.

Apocryph: The shattered glass version of an alternate Oblivion; Apocryph is everything the Hand of Sorrow isn’t. Open minded;  passionate; and slicker than an oil spill; Apocryph’s sole concern is his own well-being. He has no trouble using and discarding friends; lovers; and even family for personal gain. Incredibly vain and prone to eroticism. Approach with caution.

Assassin: The weakest member of the Annihilation Armed Forces; Assassin has a tendency of shying away from social situations and prefers the company of her team mates, Hazard and Nuke. She is generally good-natured; if not awkward; but make no mistake; She trained under Drancon; and is one of the most lethal ladies on Unicron. Do not be fooled by her small size. Transforms into a Lauge Jensen motorcycle.

Beatdown: Also known as ‘D.J B.D’ Beatdown is one of the largest inhabitants of Unicron; and a devastating instrument of destruction when on the battlefield. While known for his size and strength; Beatdown’s true pride and joy is his music. He can record sounds such as crushing metal; a flickering spark; and the sound of a laser blast cutting a bot in half; and edit these noises to form a hit song. He manages the unicronian Radio station ‘The Scream.’ Transforms into a German ‘Ratt’ tank.

Bloodshed: The oldest inhabitant of Unicron; Bloodshed served alongside the fallen during the war between Chaos and Order. During the peace; he has retired to a life of hermitage; locking himself in his private chambers. Very little is known about this illusive spawn. Approach with Caution.

*Bludgeon (Armada) Once a low ranking genericon, this tank mech discovered a new lease on life when given his skeletal pretender shell. A Master of Metallikato who values combat and mayhem above all other pleasures. He’s rumored to have some semblance of honor, but he denies this claim. Rescued from certain death with his Amica Enura Dirge and Thunderwing. Approach with caution.

Coeus: A Prosecutor sub-species of Quintesson; Coeus serves as the primary medic on Unicron. As one of the oldest spawns; he is a font of knowledge and advice; alternating between friendly and fatherly to flirtatious and playful. Fearless, loyal and reliable, nothing comes between Coeus and his patients. Some say he’s fought the god of Death hand to hand.He enjoys teaching a sexual education class on the weekends. Does not Transform. Safe to approach

*Dark Scorponok: Once an undead terrorcon enslaved to his hunger; Scorponok is not the mech used to be. As his broken mind was being pieced back together; he had time to reflect on the past, and much like his master before him, decided to make a change for a better future. A natural born leader; Scorponok has dedicated himself to protecting weaker spawn. He has found a like-minded ally in Oblivion. As a terrorcon, Scorponok possesses the ability to sense energon deposits, although he has little use for this talent. Safe to approach.

Deathblow: One of the few law enforcement officers on Unicron; Deathblow is powerful; brutal and relentless. He’s willing to tear apart a thousand criminals if it would mean protecting a single ‘innocent’ and with a butcher knife nearly as large as his body; he’s more than capable of doing so. An iron will and almost complete lack of fear make him one of the most dangerous mechs on Unicron. Conjunx Endura to Bluemoon; adoptive father to Reaper, Sire to Warrant. Transforms into an anti-riot vehicle. Approach with Caution.

*Dirge (Armada) Pessimistic and stubborn, Dirge spends most of his time moping in the darkest corners of Unicron. He prefers odd jobs to ending world, and avoids acting as Herald when he can. Dirge is certain that he and his comrades are dead and living in some form of purgatory. In spite of his sour demeanor; Dirge is not without compassion. Rescued with Thunderwing and Bludgeon. Approach with Caution.

*Drancon: One of Unicron’s failed attempts to create a better life form than his brother. This reptile-insectoid mutant’s cloaking ability only makes him better at his occupation, and he has but one job. Killing. He is Unicron’s executioner, a master assassin. Once he has his eyes on a target, the only resolution is death. However, Drancon is not heartless. He considers himself a warrior of balance, and values life. For every throat slit, a tree should be planted. For every kneecap broken, a stray animal fed. In this way, sins and sainthood are counter-balanced. He is the most peaceful and balanced among the three siblings. Changes into a lizard-dragonfly hybrid.  Approach with caution

*Elephorca: The firstborn among the outcasts, and the cruelest. He is a beast who would slaughter every life form on Unicron to get the recognition he feels he deserves. He considers himself Unicron’s son, torn between a murderous hatred toward his creator and a desperate yearning for his approval. He feels he should be Unicron’s chosen herald, and not banished to the bowels of the chaos-bringers planet form. His only real redeeming factor is an affection toward his siblings; Ratorata and Drancon. He sees them as being in the same boat as he is. His hobbies include heavy drinking and swimming. Changes into a woolly mammoth-killer whale fuzor. Do not approach.

Farcry: Farcry is a rare sort of person on Unicron. He’s someone who doesn’t want people to die. This minibot has a huge heart, and an even larger responsibility. When the time comes to harvest planets allied to Unicron, Farcry must travel ahead of his master and warn them of his coming. Once he’s passed on this message, the real work begins. Farcry has a special talent; in his alt mode he can alter his mass to carry thousands of life forms. It isn’t easy keeping an entire population calm enough to choose who lives and who dies, but with a religious devotion toward both Primus and Unicron, as well as a strong, gentle soul, Farcry is up to the task of guiding others through the apocalypse. Fond of singing. Transforms into a cybertronian escape pod.   Safe to approach.

* Galvatron II: In his own time, Galvatron is triumphant. Earth has been conquered, Rodimus Prime is dead, and Cybertron is no more. Galvatron traded his freedom for Cybertron. For the most part, he was content. But his time- his reality- is no more. Betrayed by the Unicron he once served, Galvatron is more than willing to take his revenge on this new Chaos-bringer.  He’s found somewhat kindred spirits in Elephorca and Shockaract. Do not approach.

Hazard: Hazard was born for one purpose and one purpose only. Wreaking havoc. Built from the remains of one of Unicron’s most brutal heralds, Hazard is seen as a weapon of last resort. Incredibly strong and completely without fear, she is a walking biological weapon, pockets in her body carry live cultures of Cosmic rust, seeds of Cybercrosis, Cybonic plague viruses, and a million other nightmarish ills. If she ever needs to use one of the diseases at her disposal, a tank on her back allows her to isolate and filter a germ or virus into a gas or liquid. Hazard remains undefeated, but should she ever face an enemy stronger than herself, she can detonate her spark, unleashing enough pestilence to wipe out a galaxy.. Leader of the Annihilation Armed Forces. Transforms into a tanker truck. Approach with extreme caution.

*High Wire (Aurex 604.24 Gamma) Long ago, High Wire was a guardian, Combining with his team mates Sureshock and Grindor to form Perceptor; he stood bravely against anyone that would threaten the weak…until he came to his senses! Great power has been known to corrupt, and few powers are greater than the ability to transport people through time. High Wire pledged his allegiance to Unicron, and his first offering was the sparks of his former team-mates. When his universe began to collapse around him, High Wire stowed away inside Megabolt’s cockpit during the Exodus. As such, he is one of the very few Minicons to survive multiverse travel. Power-hungry and manipulative, he’s quickly making a name for himself among the spawn. Approach with extreme caution.

*Hook: A ghennexian criminal reformatted into a time traveling herald. After being killed by Galvatron, Unicron gathered his remains and resurrected him. Strong, silent, and completely devoted to his team mates Line and Sinker. Slowly, he’s rediscovering the joys of free will.  Approach with caution.

Iapax: (available for multiship) Timid in spite of his massive size, Iapax is a non-combatant who prefers to hide and provide energon for the real warriors. He’s sweet-natured and nurturing, if not slow-minded. Iapax adores the movie ‘The Wizard of Oz.’ Transforms into a Wind Turbine. Conjunx Endura to Mangle.

Ion: A clone of Animated Perceptor, determined to prove himself superior to the original. An expert mathmatician and one of the foremost scientists on Unicron. Transforms into a microscope. Safe to approach.

Kortex: Son of Kranix the Linthonian. A survival specialist and genius. Although he knows how to pick his fights, bitterness and an air of superiority tend to get him in trouble. Transforms into a go-cart like machine. Approach with caution.

*Line: A ghennexian criminal reformatted into a time traveling herald. After being killed by Galvatron, Unicron gathered his remains and resurrected him. A surprisingly gentle soul who is cautiously interested in the worlds around him. Courageous and eager to please his Teammates, Hook and Sinker. Line is haunted by a past he can’t remember. Safe to Approach.

*Long Haul (Viron 704.31 Epsilon) Gods, multiverses, Chosen Ones, fallen primes; honestly, it’s all too much for Long Haul. He could care less about the intricate religions surrounding Unicron Culture, and he doesn’t much distinguish between one Unicron and another. He just wants to build and be left alone. Maybe if he keeps his helm down and does as he’s told, he won’t have to worry about being reduced to a drone. Truth be told, he’s just happy he never has to become Devestator again. Safe to approach.

Lowlife: (available for multiship.) Anvil has always been dumb muscle for one evil power or another, before Unicron, it was the senate.. Killed alongside his brother by Optimus Prime during an assignment, He woke up on a mortician’s slab, having been painstakingly put back together by Syphon and resurrected with Angolomois. Syphon intended on having a personal bodyguard and servant, and renamed his catch ‘Lowlife’. With his brother dead and the Senate not registering on his com-signal, Lowlife wasn’t opposed to his new lot in life; it wasn’t that much different from his old job, and the fuel was a lot better. Years of loyal protection were rewarded, and in time, Lowlife went from bodyguard to Conjunx Endura. Lowlife is a patient and dedicated housekeeper, but remorseless when it comes to his position as a member of Unicron’s Onslaught Force. Conjunx Endura to Syphon, and adopted sire to a female antibody named Sylph. Currently caring for Syphon’s child, Macabre. Monoformer. Approach with caution.  

Mangle: (available for multiship) Once a mere scrap sorter for the Decepticon army of the Taran Universe, Mangle always dreamed of something more. That something more was an ambitious step up from ‘taking dead bots apart’ to ‘taking live bots’ apart, and studying medicine was the quickest way to get what he wanted. His sadistic experiments could hardly be called medicine, but Unicron saw enough potential in his bloodthirst to recruit him. His official title is ‘Medic’ but many suspect the real reason Unicron keeps Mangle around is to learn from him. Just how far can a Cybertronian body be pushed before the mind breaks? Mated to Iapax. Do not approach.

*Megabolt (Viron 704.31 Epsilon) It has been said that the two most destructive forces in the universe are a Unicronian and a Politician. Megabolt is both. he uses his charisma to lure non-cybertronians into seeing him as a savior. He takes great pleasure in their expressions of horror when he wipes them out. An unrepentant speciesist, he has little interest in integrating with Darkhaven’s melting pot culture. Transforms into a transport ship.

Mina: A female linthonian originally intended for breeding, Mina’s intelligence and charm quickly lead to her becoming a social mediator. Her warm tone and mastery of multiple languages can stop even rampaging spawn, and her warmth is equally matched by her courage. Often found with her best friend Bluemoon. Currently raising a youngling she’s debating naming after her grandsire, Arbulus. Safe to approach.

Noose: A construction mech and skilled executioner. Member of the Controlled Chaos task force. Brutal and professional. Soft-spoken. Sire to Spector.

Nuke: Once a slave in a Decepticon comfort station, Nuke’s hatred toward primus festered more with each indignity inflicted on his body and soul. When his health failed him, he was discarded by his masters; left to rot on a barren asteroid. Hazard happened upon him, and brought him back to Unicron. The Chaos bringer repaired his broken body, replacing his rotted spark with a nuclear reactor. Reborn as a spawn, Nuke was more than willing to join the suicidal Annihiliation Armed Forces. Time has a way of healing old wounds, and recently Nuke has managed to put his past behind him, serving as a surrogate big brother to new spawn and fellow outcasts. Carrier to Airraid. Transforms into an Avro Vulcan. Organics do not approach.

Oblivion: (available for multiship) Unicon’s Hand of Sorrow; Second in command to the chaos-bringer. His cold, judgmental personality masks an inner kindness. Fiercely protective of those under him, and bystanders he deems innocent. Unquestioningly loyal to the lord of Chaos.  Looks a lot like the Megatron of the Animated universe. Sire to Anarchy, and lifemate to an Autobot intelligence officer named Cyberwave. Wields a scythe that can open portals to the void. A skilled warrior and telekenetic. Transforms into a luxury hovercraft. Approach with Caution

Overkill: An allspark infused Sharkicon; He is six times the size of a normal member of his species, with a sleeker, more reptilian alt mode. He is the muscle of Oblivion’s team; as well as a geological scout.  Not the sharpest tool in the shed, but wisdom and intelligence are two separate things. Transforms into a modified Sharkticon.  Approach with caution.

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*Ramjet:(Cybertron) Victimized by elder gods and discarded by his own Unicron after failing in a resurrection ploy, Ramjet was retrieved from the dead space between dimensions. With his own sense of honor and a quiet dignity, he seems intrigued by the concept of spawn and cybertronian living in balance. His sanity is slowly recovering, and after eons of loneliness he relishes meeting new people. His greatest weakness is Minicons; he’d collect them all if he could.   Sire to a triplechanger named Trinity with a second youngling on the way. Transforms into a jet. Safe to approach.

*Reptilion: Freedom is a daily struggle for this Unicronian General. Once a peerless scholar and spacebridge engineer, Reptilion spent eons enthralled to an alternate Unicron. Every breath, every meal, every choice or action dictated by his master, Reptilion was little more than a puppet. Now that his will has been returned to him, Reptilion finds daily life overwhelming. Unicron seems to consider him a worthy investment, and has commanded Drancon to help in Reptilion’s path to self-sufficiency.

*Ratorata: another failed attempt at creation, Ratorata is a femme who looks out for herself above all else. She knows a hideous face can be overcome, especially with the right curves….and after all, a hole is just a hole in the dark. She uses the fact that she is a rare female among unicronians to get what she wants, and what she wants most is wealth. Gold, silver, jewels, she covers her grotesque body in the finest jewelry. Love is fleeting, and a males loyalty fickle. But diamonds last forever. Her greed and manipulation hide a bitter loneliness and self loathing that she will not reveal…not even to her brothers. Changes into a lionfish/wasp beast. Approach with caution

Razorclaw:

Shokaract:

*Sideways(Armada) : Adopted from the Armada Universe. Sideways is a living computer Virus who feeds on spark energy, a veritable Incubus to Cybertronian kind. He’s a loner who tends to keep to himself. Sideways is a martial arts master with the ability to alter his form as he sees fit.  He can take on the appearance of any bot he has mated with. Oblivion trusts him in spite of his treacherous history, and the two danced around the idea of a political marriage for years. In the end, the two settled on being Amica Endura. Currently, he’s focused on repairing his relationship with his daughter; Anarchy. Transforms into a motorcycle.Do not approach

Spector: The son of a hymnist and herald, Spector was born to serve Unicron. The death of his carrier at the hands of the DJD shook his faith, and his loyalty to Unicron is questionable. Combative and bitter, Spector has painted himself to resemble a corpse, his coloring reflecting his outlook on life. Cold shades of gray. Transforms into a jet. Amiaca endura with Airraid.

*Star Dust: For a Chaos Spawn, Star Dust is oddly obsessed with order. A time and place for all things, she keeps the Sparkbots on schedule and ensures things in Darkhaven run smoothly. Although Strong-willed, honest, and dedicated, she has difficulty expressing emotions, and is always reluctant to use her Kiss Player power. Safe to approach.

Switchblade: a group of five Stentarians. His ability to transform into any possible tool makes him useful to the heralds of Unicron. In exchange for his service, he is free of his races sixteen million year old war, and can finally put his feet up and relax. Friendly and inquisitive. A bit of a flirt. Safe to approach.

Syphon:(available for multiship)  Long ago, Syphon was on the right path in life. Apprentice to one of the best morticians in Kalis, Syphon proved to be adept at repairing corpses, slicing away unpleasantness, repairing mortal wounds, restoring the dead to a state that would bring their loved ones peace. After receiving a head injury he began to enjoy the act of cutting much more than restoring. Addicted to the fumes released from corpses, Syphon began tracking down and murdering mechs, the city of Helex his stomping grounds. With his scalpel set his preferred weapon, he became known as the Helex Hollower. Unicron saw potential in the  serial killer and recruited him. Now, Syphon harvests organs to repair damaged unicronians, indulging in his addiction and serving to help save lives. When not in the grip of psychosis, he’s outgoing, playful, intelligent and coquettish. Adopted sire to the female Antibody Sylph, and carriet to a young seeker named Macabre. Conjunx Endura to Lowlife. Has a tendency to listen to violent music during battles. Transforms into an Audi. Approach with extreme caution.

*Tarantulas : (Beast Wars) (Available for multiship) plucked from his own timeline, Tarantulas now serves as a scientist and medical officer to Unicron’s heralds. With a brand new lair and all the cybertronian flesh he can eat, Tarantulas accepts his slavery only half begrudgingly. He’s made something of a life for himself with a day job as Darkhaven’s top food critic.He’s even settled down enough to start a family. At the end of the day, he has a young son at home waiting for him. He’s named his heir Hivemind Tripredius Mesothelae, and hopes to present him to the Tripredicus council when the time is right. Transforms into a female Tarantula.  Do not approach.

The Fallen: Once a demon of legendary evil, old age and peace have blunted his claws; and where his flames once blazed, now they smoulder.  Experienced and intelligent  Safe to Approach.

*Thrust: (armada) (available for Multiship) Years of disregard by Megatron means Thrust has no loyalty left for Cybertron. Then again, dying at the hands of an alternate Unicron hasn’t helped cement his devotion to this Unicron. Cynical, by-the-book and experienced, Thrust’s skills as a tactician have only sharpened with age, and he currently spends most of his free time as a teacher, passing his knowledge onto the next generation. . His minicon Inferno is never far away. Approach with caution.

Thundershot:  Sweep number 262; adopted after finding his way to Unicron through a wormhole. Thundershot is painfully upbeat in spite of being used as target practice. He often offers a shoulder to lean on, or a friendly smile. A rare bit of brightness among the darkness of chaos. Transforms into a spacecraft.  Safe to approach

.*Thunderwing: (Armada) A paragon, considered the ideal herald. Charming, witty, friendly toward his own kind, and a killing machine in battle. He is both Herald and High Priest. Sire to many young and a favorite among breeders. Was rescued alongside Dirge and Bludgeon. Safe to approach.

Tremor:

Tritone:

*Zangetsu: Zangetsu would be the most valuable mind on Unicron, if his crippling shyness didn’t prevent him from sharing his knowledge. An expert at areial attacks, Zangetsu would rather make himself useful on the battlefield than try to make friends. Quiet and capable, he’d be the most useful of the Sparkbots, if he could just bring himself to utilize his Kiss Player abilities. He’s found a kindred spirit in fellow ninja Bludgeon, and can usually be found hiding somewhere in the Pretender’s chambers. Approach with caution.

[atfauomo]

another dump post sorry yallllll

Some stuff I am excited to write about but dont have time to write/draw!! but i will try! i just…have ot get the thoughts out somewhere….

Tesarus:

Created by Tsarkon of the Tesauri Eva, leaders of the Destic/illegal machine trade

Stolen as a sparkling formatted into the blender form we see ver in

Had no communicative abilities, as spark capailites where disabled, beyond that of a dog, but the ability was there

Used as a weapon of destruction and colonization

With other Destics of much lesser crime, started a revolt near the time Swindle and Brawl led H6 to do so on Galapagi

Betrayed by the other Destics, trading Tesarus for help by organics

Was deactivated and sent to the mining planet Messatine by decree of the Jetfire Act, which stated Destics were given aid by Cybertronian authority

Messatine was really a prison planet for “out of threshold” Cybertronians, aka, Destics of higher level crime, or those with a lack of control over their spark, who would otherwise be deactivated by organics

Quite fidgety and hit things a lot because had no other way of expressing emotion

Had a rivalry with Rumble and Frenzy

Almost blended them up until new miner Megatron stopped them

Megatron smacked ver enough times so that Tesarus’ spark could work a bit

Became friends with the three

Become close friends with the two when Megatron was sent to Cybertron to be a gladiator (as ve did not have crimes, was sent to Messatine in accident)

Started a revolt with the two…just when the “war” was to begin, and Megatron legally got them help and refuge

Was a bit of an outcast and loner, since Rumble and Frenzy became friends with Soundwave and the casseticons, plus was known as incredibly dangerous

Joined the DJD when Tarn smacked a flyer to join the group, claiming “Megatron accepts ALL thus the DJD accepts ALL” or something

With the DJD, conquered the Tesauri Eva, faced Tsarkon, and gained the name Tesarus, meaning something deep to ver or related idk

At first real quiet and just loomed over the other DJD, who were also weird misfit losers bois

Eventually became boisterous and confident in verself as a weird misfit loser boi

Still quite shy around non-DJD nand tends to keep away

Eventually got some counseling and spark fixed

Whenever the DJD smash into buildings during sparkling season, ve gets very stressed bc a lot of the sparklings jump on ver

Sometimes wears a metal cover that covers ver blender abdomen 

It feel like wearing a very tight suit

Sunstorm

Seeker sparks appear in hotspots in groups of three

TC and Skywarp spark without a third

Starscream’s spark was found near Sunstorm without a third

Sunstorm’s spark theorized to have absorbed TC’s and ver own third spark

Starscream’s was found to also be absorbed until it floated over to TC’s group

Spark was recorded to be abnormally dangerous, with the ability to not just destroy the hot spot but cybertron itself

spark taken and sealed in a modified Seeker vessel which was sealed in deep in Cybertron’s core to power the city of Vos (which came to be known as a very energetic, lively, warm city)

Spark grew despite this, conscious and alone for a long long time, cut off from anyone

Was eventually accidentally discovered and released by the Seeker known as Acid Storm during The Stasis

Had, unknown to  verself, heat enough to melt other bots and spark fluctations that corrupted any tech (also meaning other bots)

Had a jumbled way of communicating, sounding like static noise, the equivalent of animalistic grunts, squeals, and whines, as well as childish murmuring

Continued to do so, could not learn how to speak as a Cybertronian

Learned the Cybertronian ways of nonverbal communication

Was taught how to behave and control verself by Acid Storm and Shockwave in secret

Was outed to the whole con faction by a curious Starscream, who has an extreme fear of Sunstorm, despite not remembering ver at all

Thundercracker and Skywarp themselves have a protective nature around their trinemate...yet feel something close and familiar about Sunstorm (which sets Starscream down a spiral)

Sunstorm verself has an intense yearn to be with the three

Caused a mass panic, and deemed the most Dangerous Cybertronian on the Autobot Red List

Is honestly a very well meaning bot that wants to be friends with everyone and to be a psychologist

Tries to help out a lot but cant

Has no sense of the faction boundaries and will try to make conversation with Autobots either in Deceptijail, in con boundaries, in Autobot boundaries, in spying mode….etc…

Is able to make cool light displays and with control keep cons warm, which is a bonus for the attention starved con

Changes colors a lot

Is put in a trine with Hotlink (weapon nerd) and Bitzstream (gossip/computer games nerd), who want nothing ot do with ver

Doesnt really notice bc considers them as close as ver original trine anyway

Talks about primus……………a lot

Really likes Acid Storm a lot but is afraid that verself may be too clingy

Unicron

Gigantic space god

Creator of the aliens that live with Cybertronians known as Insecticons

They are basically living squishable trash bois that eat pollution and recycle old metal and shed new metal

They also are asexual and create live young that form as bumps on their back and fall off like blobs (like look at videos of cockaroaches giving birth but instead coming out of the backend they just…fall off on a bumpy carrier)

Likes planets with molten core bc its the equivalent of Ferrero Rocher chocolate

Big loser

Loves ver trash children

Rotorbolt

Ve has a profile but ve jkust needs a red

Architect nerd who changed ver altmode bc ye

Starscream

hhhHGGG

Read the story about Starscream and Skyfire….I need to do an uPDATE

Hhhmhmhmhmhmhm drama angst yeeeeees

Drama queen with honestly a really sad backstory

SW and TC are close to ver!!

Omega Supreme

Aaaaaaalso drama

Was known to be a giant dorky city nerd

Hada tiny friend named Cosmos whom ve wanted to be with forever

Was cared for by Ratchet and Ratchet’s friend Ironhide

Ironhide had saved some Destics known as Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, who became friends with OS

It was greatuntil Galvatron came and ruined it all

Or rather, OS ruined it all

Basically for a time lost control of ver body and caused a lot of pain and suffering to Scilicos and the city

Which is incredibly bad since these are very alien behavior to Cybertronians, who normally appear to humans to do absolutely nothing but float around

Bc drama stuff ve blamed the COnstructicons for the event and when ve failed to git them ve flew in space until ve offlined

Was VERY young when all that happened, like barelyh a teen tbh

Was to crash into earth like a football outta hell that would demolish everyone

Was stopped by Metroplex

Against ver will, ve was repaired

Seemed like ve was going to stay unmoving and quiet until ve heard the Constructicons mentioned

Almost blew up an entire human city to destroy the cons who hid in hopes OS would stop

Was stopped by OP

Becomes very scared of verself and of emoting, need a lot of help and support :(

Ughghghghghg I have a lot of OC profiles to do

#atfauomo #infodump #maccadam #tfau #au #transformers au #tesarus #sunstorm #tfoc