#patching matrix

[tracklessreason]

What would happen if someone were to try and use the Cortical Psychic Patch on Hive?

If it were to somehow work, what would happen if bee tried to get into the mind of the other person (just like in that episode of tfp)

Hive's mind would be like an everchanging labyrinth. It's not a set layout with different sections for each ghost residing within it, it's a crashing tumultuous force of memories old and new, the landscape crafted by whichever Prime's concious is currently most in control. It would be near impossible to find Hive inside. You're ten times more likely to encounter Optimus and a dozen other pissed off Primes who would be less than happy that someone was invading Hive.

Now, if Hive tried to enter another mechs mind alone, it would probably be fine. Should any of the Primes attempt to follow him, that could certainly cause some issues.

It's not something I've brought much attention to before, but Hive has a very strong mind. Anyone else would have broke down cycles ago trying to house the concious of that many mechs. It's why he was chosen, why the Matrix refuses to be removed from his chest.

Despite all the harm that's come of it, the Matrix stubbornly insists that this new age requires the input of all the Primes, and Hive is the closest they've got to an ideal vessel.

All this to say that having multiple mechs wandering around your mind might not be the safest thing. Not to mention how it might strain the connection. You definitely don't want them trapped in your mind. (Plus if they're too far from the Matrix for an extended period of time, they'll fade away, so they can't just be passed into a different vessel and wander off.)

Honestly I don't think it's something Hive would ever willingly agree to. He's a little put off by the concept of being in someone's mind, or more mechs being in his.

[pumpkinpatch-jack]

Break from the Halloween costumes for today (i am struggling with coming up with costumes for most of my characters) SO take a Matrix

[carpet-repair-sydney]

[generalmarketresearch-blog]

https://www.htfmarketintelligence.com/report/global-extracellular-matrix-ecm-patches-market

[cybertron-after-dark]

what the FUCK happens in cyberverse

Here's a list just off the top of my head, in no particular order. MASSIVE spoilers ahead.

-Wheeljack keeps making party drugs. This is not only accepted but wholly encouraged by the Autobots. He's made the bot equivalent to cocaine so strong it made grimlock physically unable to stop himself from running around the ship at mach 5. This was the basis for an entire episode. He's also made patches that give you a direct link to the Allspark that he passed out at a party specifically to get everyone as fucked up as physically possible. I cannot overemphasize that Optimus make no effort to stop this until things turn destructive on both occasions.

-Soundwave and Shockwave completely fucking hate each other and have a whole rivalry trying to be a better and more useful follower for Megatron than each other.

-Soundwave is a fucking memelord who will play clown music or dramatic riffs to dunk on people from the soundboard he has built into his hardware.

-theres a sort of liminal dimension referred to as Unspace that you can get stuck in and if you are there for too long you will straight up disintegrate. We see this happen to the entire crew aboard the arc from different timelines several times while the main timeline crew we follow tries to escape this fate, thus dooming dozens of other timelines.

-Cheetor is basically Allspark Jesus, and he's tired of all the fighting, so he tries to have Optimus and Megatron settle their differences once and for all. The chosen method for this was making them both play the Newlywed Game. They were both terrible at it, the MegOp Divorce agenda is alive and well.

-the Quintessons invade Cybertron and stick the entire population into a simulation a la The Matrix, which slowly drains their life force until they die. This kills countless unnamed Cybertronians, both Autobot and Decepticon, as well as Hound, who does not get to appear on screen.

-the Quintessons also catch Starscream, rip his face off, and modify him into an Eldritch tentacle beast with his brain attached to two other aliens, and then appoint that amalgamation as the judge that decides the fate of the universe in regards to whether they exterminate all life within it.

-Shockwave commits suicide for Megatron's approval. He launches his spark straight into the Allspark to taint it specifically as a last desperate fuck you to the autobots.

-Soundwave acquired laserbeak by just kind of grabbing a random bird out of the sky.

-Soundblaster is an ex-decepticon that left out of shame. That shame being Soundwave beating his ass in a beatboxing competition so fuckin hard he couldn't show his face around his faction anymore.

-The autobots keep starscream captive and try to get him to take a therapy session with the Arc's AI, and he starts out willing to actually give it a shot but said AI is kind of Stupid and screamer ends up tricking him into letting him escape through an air vent to go wreak havoc instead.

-Starscream also starts a suicide cult with the other Seekers, gains control of Vector Sigma and the Allspark, has the seekers forfeit their sparks to him, thus resulting in a cosmically powered Starscream. He uses that power to "remake" his followers into scraplets that he refers to as, with nothing but love in his tone, his "children."

-Shockwave and Wheeljack are shown to be ex lab partners. Shockwave has an army of drones that look exactly like his altmode that Wheeljack helped program. They are programmed to be able to break out into a coordinated dance number at any given time. Originally this was just to make Wheeljack laugh. Shockwave kept that function in throughout the entire war and initiates it the second there's a truce and Wheeljack asks to see it again.

-Shockwave kidnaps Wheeljack at one point for Science Under Duress purposes and Wheeljack is too invested in all the sweet fuckin tech Shockwave's been making while they were apart to really care that he's being held against his will, and then proceeds to escape without too much issue because he knows Shockwave well enough to know exactly how to disable everything.

-Bumblebee distracts the Decepticons by running in front of their surveillance cameras and shaking his ass in the most underwhelming way imaginable.

-Grimlock is only stupid when he's in his altmode because it takes a lot of power to sustain and he has to sacrifice some of his higher brain functions to keep it manageable. In robot mode he talks like he went to an Ivy League college and knows what champagne tastes like. He throws upscale parties every chance he gets.

-Grimlock also helped start an anticapitalist revolution with Bumblebee when he found an underground society of insect transformers that had a rigid caste system. This was within moments of finding out that the ultra wealthy were hoarding the limited energon reserves for themselves. Grimlock is a comrade and he does not fuck around.

-Skybyte is here and he sounds like Skeletor.

-Windblade and Slipstream are nemeses and somehow it's even more toxic yuri coded than Arcee and airachnid in tfp.

-speaking of Arcee, she's besties with Grimlock. They at one point have a physical fight over who gets to die to protect the other.

-hot rod and soundwave are forced to share leadership over the team of bots and cons that escaped the quintessons' simulation and it's packed with so much homoerotic tension its unreal.

-Maccadam is some kind of lovecraftian war machine that can unfold himself into a whole armory whenever he feels like it. We have no idea what his whole altmode looks like, all we see are the ominous shadows of the weapons on the walls. He uses this specifically as a threat to keep anyone from fighting in his bar bc he's insistent it remain neutral ground. He also can kinda just. See into the future. And casually drops prophecies that get written off as spoonerisms until they turn out to be relevant.

-Optimus Prime has horrific social anxiety that he can kind of power through when he's in a crisis, but the second things are chill and he has to give a speech at a party or something he simply does not know how to function.

-the entire planet of Velocitron gets taken over by cosmic rust and everyone inhabiting it that couldn't escape in time was killed horrifically.

-cosmos is a girl and she hangs out with a dude named Meteorfire who is, for all intents and purposes, just robot Steve Irwin.

-Astrotrain keeps closing doors in people's faces for the funny

-Megatron is killed by a version of himself from an alternate universe that went nuts and starting creating a master race of perfect Decepticons to inhabit Cybertron. Said perfect Decepticons were carbon copies of idw Tarn in all but personality.

-Acidstorm is canonically genderfluid and keeps switching between male and female seeker frames whenever they feel like it

-Kup, who had not been in the show at all until this point, decides to show up and narrate an entire episode like hes giving a political speech.

And, the infamous one we all know and love

-Megatron is a twitch streamer and he livestreams Starscream's fucking funeral. The chat has custom Decepticon emotes.

[lazysoulwriter]

same brain cell, same trip - chris sturniolo.

warnings: shroom use (recreational, not glorified), kissing, stupid jokes, mild swearing, two idiots in love

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You’d both done shrooms before.

Separately.

Which is why you thought you were prepared. You weren’t.

“I feel like a toaster strudel,” Chris said an hour in, lying sideways on the floor, staring at absolutely nothing.

You were on the couch, half upside-down, watching the ceiling breathe. “Because you’re warm and gooey inside?”

“No,” he frowned. “Because I’m flaky and confused.”

You absolutely lost it.

Laughed so hard you nearly slid off the couch. Your face hurt. Your chest hurt. Your teeth felt funny.

Chris looked at you and burst into laughter too, completely unprovoked.

“Wait—wait—” he wheezed, dragging himself over to where your legs dangled off the edge. “Are we laughing at the same thing?”

“I think so,” you gasped, “but I also might just be vibing with your soul right now.”

He crawled up, grabbing your cheeks in his hands, and squished your face. “We have one brain cell and it’s high as fuck.”

—

The kissing started out cute.

Like, sweet pecks and “I love your face” and “your mouth feels like jelly” type of cute.

But then it got sloopy.

Like. Wet. Sloppy. Absolutely no coordination.

“Wait,” you whispered between kisses, holding his face. “Do I have lips? Like. Still?”

Chris blinked at you like you just said the meaning of life. “I was just wondering the SAME thing.”

And for a solid five minutes, you both sat in complete silence, staring at each other’s mouths like scientists.

Then Chris goes, “Wait. Are we… kissing each other from the inside?”

You: “Excuse me what the fuck.”

—

You went outside because Chris was convinced the couch was trying to “eat his knees.”

(“I swear it moved when I sat down.”)

The backyard was peaceful. A little chilly. The grass felt amazing.

“Take your shoes off,” Chris told you, wide-eyed. “The earth is horny.”

“…what?”

“You’ll see.”

You did. The grass felt like fuzzy seaweed. You wiggled your toes and gasped. “Oh my god. You’re right.”

Chris nodded solemnly, like a wizard. “Told you.”

You laid down in the grass, heads close, looking up at the stars. At some point you both pointed at the same patch of sky and shouted, “HE LOOKS LIKE A PANCAKE.”

“No way we saw the same cloud,” Chris said, sitting up dramatically. “No way. We’re literally telepathic.”

You stared at him in awe. “Wait. Are we soulmates?”

Chris grabbed your hand. “I would literally marry you right now if the trees weren’t watching.”

“Yeah they’re judgmental as fuck.”

“Especially that one,” he whispered, pointing to a bush.

“That’s a bush.”

“Don’t label him.”

You apologized to the bush.

—

You spent an hour inside just looking at your hands.

Chris kept flexing his fingers like he was in The Matrix. You kept giggling because your fingernails looked like tiny jellybeans.

At one point, Chris gasped and stared at your face like you’d just spoken fluent dolphin.

“Your eyelashes,” he whispered. “They’re doing choreography.”

“They’re probably talking shit,” you replied.

He leaned forward, deadly serious. “Tell them I said hi.”

You couldn’t even kiss him after that because your face was too smiley and your lips didn’t know how to form a direction.

You just smooshed foreheads for a while, giggling.

—

Coming down was slow. Soft. Your limbs felt like jello, but the happy kind. You curled up on the couch together under a blanket, eating goldfish crackers like they were gourmet cuisine.

Chris, deadpan: “These taste like math.”

You nodded. “Like fourth grade. But make it spicy.”

Then he kissed your temple and whispered, “I had so much fun being weird with you.”

Your heart exploded. You turned to him, eyes sleepy. “We should be weird together forever.”

Chris smiled, big and crooked. “We already are.”

—

The next day, you both woke up tangled and confused.

“Did I cry because of a mushroom?”

“Yes.”

“And apologize to a bush?”

“Twice.”

“And did we… try to get engaged using a ring pop?”

Chris pulled the sticky wrapper from under the blanket. “I still stand by that decision.”

You grinned. “You’re insane.”

“You love it.”

“I really, really do.”

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✦ please do not copy, repost, or translate this work. © lazysoulwriter // i write with a lot of love and care, so please respect that.

[skmhlml]

I have a request for yandere Beast cookies with an underbaked reader

I imagine underbaked cookies to have less energy and sleep for a couple of days at a time and always have one part be crumbled (examples an arm, leg or part of the fact) and seen as abomination of nature to other cookies

Can it have NSFW too if possible please

Beast cookies x underbaked!Reader

Date Requested: 6/18/2025

Warning:

Burning Spice Cookie (Male x F!Reader)

🔥 He finds the smell of your burnt dough and sugar intoxicating. Most recoil—he breathes you in like smoke.

🔥 Treats your fragile limbs like porcelain. If your arm crumbles in front of him, he scoops you up like glass. “Who did this to you?” he growls—he will burn a kingdom down if someone bumped into you.

🔥 His heat hits hard around you. You collapse in your bed for days at a time, and he just lays there beside you, rutting into your warm body, whispering filth into your ear as you drift in and out of consciousness.

🔥 “Even when you’re half-dead, I’ll take you. Cracked and crumbling— I’ll fill every inch of you until there’s nothing left but me inside.”

🔥 He likes grabbing your broken parts, especially your thighs if they’re chipped or cracked. The contrast between your weakness and his fire drives him wild.

Shadow Milk Cookie (Male x F!Reader)

🧿 Creepy and silent. He appears when you sleep the most—when you’re paralyzed in one of your multi-day naps. You wake up to your broken limbs patched… but not by magic. By him.

🧿 He stitches your crumbled bits together with some twisted fusion of shadow and corrupted milk. You’re becoming his.

🧿 Likes to fuck you while you’re drowsy or half-awake. He adores your dazed expression, the way your lips barely move when he kisses them.

🧿 Breeding kink. Wants to “fix” you from the inside. “Let me fill the parts of you that fall apart,” he whispers, pushing deeper, his shadowy claws curled around your wrists.

🧿 Obsessed with your scent—he’ll keep your crumbled pieces in a pouch. Don’t ask what he does with them.

Mystic Flour Cookie (Female x M!Reader)

🥠 She adores your “abomination” status. Calls you a rare relic, a beautiful error in the baking matrix.

🥠 Wraps you in gauze, praises the way you tremble. She believes your weakness is divine. “You are mine, and you will crumble only for me.”

🥠 Her heat is slow, burning, obsessive. She’ll tie you down with silk threads spun from her hair and ride you until you’re trembling, your body too weak to fight the overstimulation.

🥠 She likes licking your broken parts, whispering about how even your decay is edible, sensual, perfect.

🥠 Will let you sleep—but only if she gets to wrap herself around you like a vine. “When you sleep, I taste your soul. When you wake, I’ll make your body mine again.”

Eternal Sugar Cookie (Female x M!Reader)

🩷 Sweet voice, twisted thoughts. She acts like you’re her beloved patient, too delicate for the world. She’s your caretaker, your nurse, your lover, your goddess.

🩷 Won’t let you out of bed. Tucks you in and spoon-feeds you sugar water. “You’ll shatter if you move. Don’t move, sweetheart.”

🩷 Her heat turns syrupy. She slowly lowers herself onto you while you’re feverish, whispering sugar-sweet nothings as your broken body shakes beneath her.

🩷 Gets off on how helpless you are. Will make you cum even when you’re too tired to speak. “Just nod for me… that’s right, baby. You don’t need words.”

🩷 She keeps your crumbs in glass jars, labeled by day and scent. She kisses them before bed.

Silent Salt Cookie (Male x F!Reader)

🧂Silent, rough, and scary possessive. You once crumbled at his feet and he didn’t speak—he just lifted you up and walked away with you in his arms.

🧂 Everyone else sees you as a mistake. He sees you as a sacrifice. And he’s your only priest.

🧂He’s the most feral. Likes to take you during your collapse cycles—when you can’t resist, only gasp as he pushes into you again and again. He growls low, practically snarling into your neck.

🧂 Has a thing for marking your wounds. Leaves bruises, bite marks over your crumbled areas, claiming what’s his. “You’re ruined? Then let me ruin you.”

🧂He doesn’t just want to keep you—he wants to break you further. Only he can rebuild y

[knuppitalism-with-ue]

Please welcome Franconiasaurus brevispinus!

A new plesiosaur from the early Jurassic of Germany and a important missing link in plesiosaur evolution! Congratulations to the three authors, here the paper for those who haven't seen it

I have a rather personal connection to this specimen because me and Sven were on a road trip to the EAVP meeting in Munich when we came across this fossil in Bayreuth. It was quite the surprise walking into the collection and finding this, already largely out of the matrix.

It was quite funny to see Sven dive right in and after roughly 15 min of looking at it proclaiming, "pretty sure that's a new genus", I think we had a name for it already on the drive back

Franconiasaurus wasn't an apex predator, that time hadn't come yet for plesiosaurs, but it fills an important evolutionary gap between basal and more derived plesiosaur clades of the Jurassic. Here a little overview of animals that lived with it. This formation, the Jurensismergel, isn't as productive as the underlying Posidonia shale, but it's also a thinner, and less studied formation. Quite a few fossils still await a proper description or a name. These Temnodontosaurus for example.

A little background for my illustration. The Jurensismergel appears to preserve largely a deep water environment but I wanted to show the animal not in a blue void or with some dark sludge near the bottom so I gave it a patch reef to rest on, sourced from some locally available Muschelkalk. The whole presentation is very much inspired by the collection of the Museum in Bayreuth. down to the Temnodontosaurus rostrum jutting out of the ground here. Saurichthys is known from the Jurensismergel but the Dapedium and other fish were burrowed from Posidonia.

when you zoom in you can see crustaceans climbing over and cleaning the Franconiasaurs.

[chanranghaeys]

🥛 just like a tattoo

Waking up was always something you looked forward to, especially if the first sight in the morning is Vernon and his hidden little secrets, and maybe his cute chocolate milk carton.

pairing: idol!tattooed!vernon x afab!reader word count: 1.3k tags: slice of life, fluff first thing in the morning, vernon has multiple tattoos (in my head) listed in detail warnings: slight sexual overtones, pg-13 at most 😇

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The light burns through your eyes, waking you from a dreamless slumber. Looking around, you find the source of the almost blinding glare: the patch of sun bleeding through the curtains of the already-lightened room. You glance at the clock hanging from the wall across you. It was 8 am on a Sunday—a perfect reason to sleep in.

You slowly move around the bed and find that you are already wearing a slightly loose shirt and panties. Memories of last night flood your mind and you close your eyes again almost as if in bliss. It’s been a good two weeks since you two spent the night together, and while you both maybe kinda slightly expected it, both of you were still surprised at how deep the need was for one another, as evidenced by the slight ache in your thighs and back while you moved. Nothing you couldn’t manage, but definitely more reason to just stay in bed.

When you turn again, you see his slim figure leaning against the door frame and you wonder how long he’d been watching you toss and turn. He had no shirt on because you realized that you had his shirt on your back, and his boxers were slung dangerously low as if haphazardly thrown on. And while you’ve marveled at this sight too many times than you can count, you still can’t help but look at his body in awe.

People could say he had a sleeper bod, and you agreed, but it wasn’t something he cared for. If he was healthy and able to move about, he was content with that. But with all the activity his job demanded, his body followed suit. He wasn’t all muscle or all skin, but he was built sturdily and toned in the places that got the most use—that is to say, his arms, thighs, and core. His naturally light skin tone almost looked sallow in the places that didn’t get much sun, but it only enhanced what he permitted only your, and very few other, eyes to see.

Strokes of black both thick and thin were scattered across his torso in a most curated manner. They weren’t a lot, but you knew that his tattoos were his most well-kept secret from the K-pop industry, and you knew it was the deepest privilege to be able to even have a glimpse of one, much less all that can be hidden behind a shirt. You’ve memorized all of them at this point.

On his right chest near his lower rib was a simple line of text in all caps inspired by a line from “The Matrix”: SEE IT FOR YOURSELF. Another text tattoo lined the left side of his torso, this time a vertical stack of letters spelling out MELODY—once a temporary tattoo for a concert, now permanent to forever honor his mother.

There was one tattoo that he knew people were aware of and didn’t mind much, and that was the small star tattoo at the back of his right ear’s helix, but little did people know that it was only one of a series, with the rest of the small stardust sparkles smattering his back near his right shoulder blade. Specifically, there were five of them, one representing each member of his tight-knit family, including Jazzy and Leo Chwe.

Amidst the minimalist tattoos was one that stood out as more realistic than others—a medium-sized sunflower head on his left hip, its petals you could see right now peeking from the top band of his boxers. People knew of his sister Sofia’s own sunflower tattoo down her left thigh, but fewer people knew that when she was 17 and he was 23, they both talked about how they’d get matching sibling tattoos and their discussion landed on sunflowers. While Vernon wished he could place it in a more prominent spot, he knew better than to do such a thing.

“Did you sleep well, baby?” His deep morning voice broke your reverie as you finally settled on his eyes, his gaze forever the most piercing one you never could break. You gave him a lazy, mischief-laden smile.

“The best sleep I’ve had in weeks. I guess I have someone to thank for making sure I was knocked out last night.”

He let out a light-hearted scoff and drank from his chocolate milk carton. “You know that I was just following your lead, right? I asked you what you wanted, I just gave it to you.”

“I know.” You rolled your eyes, recalling how you were practically begging him with tears in your eyes—the utter hold he had on you was intoxicating. It was those clear brown eyes, you swore so. “I hate you.”

“I love you, too.” At that, he gave you the softest smile and his gaze eventually followed suit.

“I love you more.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I hate you.”

He laughed again and shifted his weight off the door frame and moved toward you. You sat up to meet him in an embrace, your head resting on his warm chest as he kissed your head.

“Can we stay in, Nonie? Please? Pleaseeeeeee?” You look up at his raised eyebrow and pursed lips, swearing you will never get tired of his expressions that said exactly what he was thinking. Right now it obviously said, “Are you kidding me right now?”

“What if…” You trailed off mid-sentence as you lowered your hands to the waistband of his boxers, brushing your thumb over the sunflower’s petals suggestively. At that, he drew in a sharp breath and stepped away. He knew what you were capable of, so he had to stop it right there.

“Easy, young lady. You know we won’t get anywhere with that attitude of yours. We’ll be late if you keep that up.” The scene was comical, his serious expression and pointed finger at you in warning just did not suit the fact that his other hand held an unfinished milk carton.

You grab the carton from his hand and take a generous sip, grateful for the cool and sweet liquid down your parched throat. “Fine. But could you at least make me coffee? Or something that will wake me up more than this chocolate milk of yours?”

“It’s in the kitchen. I also made French toast!” His smile as he said this was so bright, it was the gummy smile you so loved from him. But it was what he said that made you stop mid-sip of milk.

“You what?”

“I made French toast. And bacon and eggs because it was the easiest after the French toast, which was not as easy as it looked when I did it with you.”

“And you made coffee?”

He shrugged. “I knew you were gonna wake up late,” finishing with a smirk. “Now come on. And give me back my milk carton before you finish it all.” He took back his drink and did not leave your side until you finally stood your lazy ass up. “There’s my good girl,” he says, followed by him slapping said ass teasingly, then walking out of the room with a final grin.

When he faced his back to you, you saw the most recent tattoo he got: a minimalist rendition of a rock with googly eyes on the small corner of its lower left. You remember watching “Everything, Everywhere, All at Once” in the cinema with him, the last full show of the day, and he would not shut up about it. You got it though, you truly did, and you’d both talk for hours on end about the film. So it was decided: it was the first matching tattoo you got together.

Could love really be this easy? You thought to yourself, as you smiled and got ready for payback.

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a/n: frickin’ vernon and his damn hip tattoo living rent-free in my headcanons. i blame my friends for planting this idea in my head and as a result, this came to be. i shall now leave you all with this mental image so i do not suffer alone HEHE

[carpet-repair-sydney]

[cozzzynook]

AGHH I love your cyberverse Hot Rod and bumblebee siblings stuff so much 😭 They remind me so much of lilo and nani! I need more of them fr!

Thank you gurrl2000 😊

- bumblebee is the short older sibling in some lifetimes

- hot rod is the taller chaotic younger sibling in dome lifetimes

- both have an extreme aversion to green energon. They don’t know why, the sight and smell just makes them disgusted.

- both have the same sire and carrier, Shockwave & optimus.

- they both have a love of sports. Roddy loves meteor shower suffering ( his outlier makes him attracted to hot things by nature and he’s pretty heat resistant ) while bee loves street racing and skateboarding

- both love a good car chase. They love to chase each other and play car tag.

- roddy used to act as a nightlight for bee when they were sparklings and bee would check in the closet for monsters for roddy

- both can’t stand mechs touching them. Bee frowns and looks visibly annoyed before saying back off. Roddy tries to play it cool and remove himself before disappearing with a joke and a smile. It works.

- they both have their carriers temper, its just with the matrix optimus chilled out a lot lol

- both sparklings took after their carrier in liking odd partners. Bee has starscream & roddy…he’s still in his slut phase till later on. Neither know about their carriers more “friendly mech” phase and optimus keeps it that way while lecturing roddy lol

- both know how to patch up a bot and revive them because of ratchet and uncle ironhide

- bee is prowls favorite between the two and Jazz doesn’t have a favorite but Roddy calls him out on it being Bee. Roddy isn’t mad tho because Bee is his favorite too lol

[empressgeekt]

Transformers - TFO/Earthspark Time Travel fic summery - An Aged Reflection au (part 1...maybe)

Okay, so the recent movie (GO WATCH IT!) Transformers One, had reignited my hyper fixation for this franchise and as such I come barring a plot summery for a fic prompt. If anyone wants to use this plot in a fic, please just link me so i can read it!

Once more I'm assuming people have seen the movie and at least the first season of the EarthSpark cartoon.

On to the plot!

We start in the past. After getting thrown from the transport train, Orion, Dee, Elita and Bee, are stuck on cybertron's surface, and while a very beautiful place, it is also filled with unknown things, not all of them safe...though it doesn't stop Orion from being curious. What little vegetation the rust wastes have, is fascinating to him and it's only Dee holding him back from him faceplanting into his first patch of grass to "See what it feels like". There are abandoned buildings and some part of Orion wonders what they mean, likely there were some bots who lived on the surface long ago before the quintessions, and he wants to know what their lives were like. To live in a world underneath the sun, with stars to sing them to sleep.

Dee is the only one who actually entertains Orion's questions. Elita is too focused on her map, and Bee is rambling too much to pay attention to anyone else talking. And Dee has to admit, it does make him wonder too. Sure the surface is clearly dangerous, especially to some bots who don't have any survival instincts, but seeing all that was left behind before they were forced underground, there is a sense of loss. What would've been life if the Quintessions never invaded? It likely wouldn't have effect him being a no-cog, but would there be cities up here? The Primes would still be around, maybe they would've expanded globally. Some part of him imagines living a city built by Megatronus. It would've been grand, no question. Looking out on the horizon of his home planet, he hopes to come back here once it's all over. Maybe with the Matrix returned, Sentinel would start construction on a city on the surface. Maybe Dee could visit. He would like to see the sun rise again in his life.

However, Dee would later regret Orion influencing him with curiosity As half way through the journey, the ever shifting surface of Cybertron opens a fissure a head of them, and they can't cross until the landscape changes again. Deciding to camp out and try again in the morning. During the night a weird light comes from the fissure and long story short they all get sucked in...and blackout...

Orion wakes up in a pool of water, though he doesn't recognize the liquid. He's in an underground cave but the walls aren't made of the metallic stone he's used too, they are too soft and crumbly. The others are knocked out around him, but quickly come too. Thankfully the cave isn't too deep and they make there way back to a surface...but it's not the surface of Cybertron. The ground is too soft, the sky is blue, and the world is covered in "weird nature". First theory, the fissure transferred them to a new biome on Cybertron's surface, however that is quickly disproven when their map glitches out saying their location is not found. Much everyone's but Bee's frustration. Orion tries to keep the spirits up, saying they'll find help. If this is another planet they could be the first to make contact with aliens, to which Elita responds, "Oh great aliens, you mean like when the quintessions found us?"

His efforts are unappreciated...Especially when they were sudden surrounded by Arachnamechs.

All this is going down late season one of Earthspark, so Mandroid has already joined up with Croft, and once four unknown energon signatures showed up on their surveillance systems, they would be going after our no-cog crew. Especially since they don't read as a Con or a Bot.

Our youngling group have no weapons to defend themselves with, Miners weren't allowed to have any and they didn't have any built in, so they try to run. Dee making sure that the others have shielding from the laser fire, however the GHOST troops mistake him for a decepticon due to his Megatronus decal. So, they end up focusing most of their assault on him, eventually nailing with a T-cog disrupter. However, due to his lack of cog, the only thing the device can do is paralyze him. Which freaks Dee the frag out, like he already can't transform, moving is really the only control of his body that he has. These aliens are tiny, but they already have an effective way of taking them down. He sends one last comm to the others, to run, and find the matrix, the planet needs it more then him...even if he's scared out of his mind.

It takes a lot for Elita and Bee to pull Orion away from the sense but they can't help Dee if they captured too. They need to regroup, get more information.

Let's switch gears. Megatron had been sticking around the Malto home for the past day or two. Robby is supposedly cured from what ever was making him ill, but the big mech wants to stay close by just to be sure. He hadn't been able to be around while his Nephew was ill due to Croft sending him out on a useless assignment, but the moment it was over he demanded the time off he was in fact entitled too (all Ghost employees got two weeks of vacation a year). The only reason that the agents who did his release papers didn't die of fright was that he was more concerned for the children, and he was more pissed off at someone else. Quintus Prime. Fancy title or not, dead or not, Primus above you don't mess with his niblings. And as far as Megatron understood it, it was Quintus' cyber-sleeve that was making his nephew ill. Now he was grateful that the aliment was treated quickly, but it shouldn't have happened in the first place. Robby was a child, and didn't deserve what happened.

Though, maybe his frustrations with the whole situation came from his own personal experiences with Primes. Sentinel's betrayal against his people is something Megatron had never been able to forget, and the cyber-sleeve is sort of the same non-consensual body alternation that Sentinel pulled so long ago with the mining class's T-cogs. Don't get him wrong, Megatron cared about his niblings, all seven of them, but the other's lives shouldn't cost one of their siblings'. It's a good thing the little ones have him distracted with a game of dodge ball, otherwise he'd be researching how to hunt ghosts, despite him not believing in them.

Twitch gets him out and he's forced to sit on the sidelines with Dorothy. The human gripes about her signature scanner acting up again, and Megatron takes interest. Apparently for the last couple hour a few un-identifiable signals, popped up and three of them hadn't gone away. Seeing as the children were still far from done with their game, He decides to give the location a fly by before the next round started up. He doesn't notice Twitch sneaking off to follow him.

Meanwhile, with D-16, he's kept paralyzed during the transport and is eventually taken down to the brig. Which doesn't not make him feel better. Every decepticon inside of there is staring at him, and it makes him feel much smaller then he really is. The bots in the cells had cogs, weapons. They were taken down by what ever these aliens were, no wonder he didn't stand a chance. What were these little things, hopefully they couldn't get off world, if they invaded cybertron...Dee is uncermoniously thrown into a cell, where he curls up in the corner, trying vary hard not to be noticed.

Croft does however. The bitter human woman, when informed of the weird reaction that Dee had to the T-cog disrupter, is paranoid that the cons are finding a way to hack into their defense systems/weaponry. So, she clues Mandroid in on the new...specimen. She wants to know what makes this little con tick.

Soundwave, keeps his eye on the little new comer, for two reasons. One, no one had seen any cogless bots since before the fall of sentinel prime, and two, merely the age of this con. He's young far too young to be in a place like this. No way this little one committed any war crimes yet. And judging by the pity filled glances shared between him and his fellow decepticon's he's not the only one to notice. Heck, this kid wasn't even using a translation program, still speaking Iaconian and looking very confused whenever the humans spoke in English. Perhaps the little one was a recently activated protoform that was saved when they left Cybertron? Soundwave doesn't know and he doesn't get a chance to ask. The little con is paralyzed again and is taken to the room, where bots are broken.

The remaining miners are still wandering around aimlessly. Bee is now rendered silent after Dee was kidnapped. Elita is still trying to get the map to work, while Orion is just trying not to have a break down. He wanted to help his planet, not get his best friend abducted by aliens. They had stumbled onto what looked by a settlement, but even Orion's curiosity about these creatures was overridden by fear of getting captured. Clearly they weren't friendly. So needless to say when the Arachnamechs, track them down again. They run, and Orion tries to draw the attention of the drones away from Bee and Elita, and accidentally jumps off of a cliff. In the middle of his screaming as he watches the ground ever quickly rushing to meet him. and un-known voice calls out "grab on!" A rusty red colored drone flies over head and he latches on with all his might.

Twitch might have gotten lost, when she chased after he uncle, but in her defense his alt-mode was much fasters then hers, besides she wasn't really lost, mom had taught her all about navigating the woods. However, the weird bot that just leaped off of the water fall cliff, clearly didn't have the same training. Twitch immediately turns back and catches him, shooting the Arachnamechs with her emp, and then landing on the far river bank. It's only after she transforms that she realizes this guy is just a little bit taller than her and that's kind of surprising, after all, she's tiny compared to other transformers. Though his size is probably the only reason she could carry him.

She's not the only one surprised by the size similarities, Orion is as well. No bot with a cog was ever this small, or at least he hadn't seen one. Twitch as she introduces herself, is wonderful in his understanding, most cogged bots would've let him fall and Orion knows this, however she saved him and helped calm his panic ranting when he realized that only some of the Arachnamechs followed him when he broke off from the group. Twitch listens and is horrified to learn that Dee was kidnapped and offers to help, saying they need to find her "uncle" (whatever that word meant), and transforming to take off. Orion is baffled by her confusion over the fact that he's cogless. When he gestures to the empty slot in his chestplating, he wasn't expecting the heartbroken look on her faceplate, but thankfully Twitch doesn't dwell on it, and instead leads Orion through the forest on foot.

While running in the direction of where he, Eltia and Bee split off from each other, Orion just can't help but ask a number of questions on his mind. Like Where they were? How did a cybertronian get here? What were those little drone things

"Oh wow, lot's of questions. Okay first off, we're on earth, and I didn't get here I was born here. I guess you like call me a sub-species of cybertronian, created by Quintus prime."

"Quintus Prime? But he's been dead for cycles."

"Yeah I know, he once sent off little emberstones, to planets far out of reach to make new life on them, me and my family are the result of one of those stones."

"Oh, so, you're earthians???"

"*giggle* We call ourselves Terrons, thank very much."

Orion is fascinated to learn that Quintus had tried to make colony worlds before his demise, maybe it had been a last ditch effort to escape the quintessions, or some way to make new recruits for the high guard in secret. Either way it didn't matter, clearly Twitch or her "family" (what did that word mean?) hadn't been in contact with cybertron for a long time, likely meaning what ever Quintus was planning failed to happen. Still, this meant Orion could actually get help with a home team advantage, and Twitch did say she's help get Dee get back. Twitch had already proven she understood the weird planet around them when she pointed out that she was tracking Elita and Bee by following the footprints in the soft ground and broken nature surrounding them, two factors that Orion had completely missed. He'd have to meet this "Mom" to see if she'd teach him how to read an organic world like that.

Meanwhile with Megatron, tracking the signals had been easier then he thought, whoever these saps were they were not good at covering their tracks. When the signals split up he decided to go after the bigger group. One bot was easier to pin down then two. Besides one of them was screaming very loudly, and it was for a good reason as Megatron would soon find out. Two very small figures, one pink one yellow, were dashing away from a sizable snare of Arachnamechs. Later he could let himself ponder as to how Mandroid survived, and why he was still going after transformers, but first he needed to keep these little ones out of the madman's hands. He calls out for the bots to take cover as he swoops in to make quick word of the drones.

Elita wasn't expecting for a giant warframe to come flying out of nowhere, but she wasn't about to disobey someone of higher stature when they were helping them. She didn't recognize the grey mech, though Bee's quiet panic rambling through out the chase gave a couple of theories, a surviving member of the high guard, maybe one of the mechs sentinel trained, or maybe a rogue gladiator who decided to say frag it and go find real monsters to fight for the pit of it. By watching him fight it was clear that he was at least trained in combat. Then Bee mutters something that sends chills down Elita's nerve struts, "He's wearing the same sigil as the guys who took Dee!" Elita, in probably the most stupid thing she could do (she blames pax's influence), punches the unknown mech when he gets close.

Megatron was not upset at the pink bot for hitting him as soon as he turned, some bots just had lasting battle reflexes and would lash out against a stranger...or more likely a perceived enemy...it was actually a really good hit too. They wont come of the large rock they too cover behind, and the yellow one won't stop screaming, but eventually Megatron gets a good look at who he's dealing with and is suddenly struct with flashback galore. The first thing he notices is their cogless status and parts of him burn with rightous anger and need to protect them. Then he notices their faceplates, faceplates from a time before, a Bumblebee who was still slightly crazy from long term isloation, and an Elita who was young and brash before Optimus softened her drive for success with his love and dorkyness. Denial sets in rather then acceptance, no way was this happening now, then Megatron hears the voice of his young niece and with her is someone who makes it very clear THIS IS NOT A DREAM!!!

Orion was initally very concerned when he heard the sound of blasters in the woods, but Twitch recongized the sound, as her "uncle"s gun, so he tried not to panic. They end up catching the tail end of the scrummage, and wow, this Terron, as he was lead to believe, was huge! Big, silver, covered in weapons, and with red optics that burned with the fire of a great warrior. It was both awe inspiring and terrifiing to watch, sure Orion had seen violance in the mines, Darkwing was not a peaceful person, but it was nothing like this. Twitch wasn't shocked, clearly used to this, if Terrons had to deal with whatever those little creatures that took Dee were, maybe Terrons had to fight to stay alive. Twitch only added more to Orion's wondering when a lone Arachnamech leaped out of the trees, after the fight was seemingly over, and shot it point blank, ("Uncle Megatron! Look out!" "Well, done Little Bird").

Megatron never thought he would see Orion Pax again. Yes, he saw Optimus on the daily, has for centuries but Optimus wasn't Pax. When Orion was given the matrix, when he shot Orion, some part of Megatron was convinced his friend was dead, gone with the allspark. That he had killed his brother...his grief and guilt coming out as unchecked rage...when Optimus ascended, Megatron rejected him, this wasn't his brother, this was a monster, the Primes were using his brother's corpse to hold power over all bots like him, puppetting him around with that matrix they held so dearly. When he had swore to kill Optimus all those stellar cycles ago, it wasn't for revenge, it was to put his brother to rest peacefully. It had taken a long time, bad blood, and many mistakes for Megatron to see the Pax in Prime again. Yet, here standing in front of him is a perfect re-creation of Orion Pax. However, Twitch pulls him out of his trance by rambling, about everything that happened to her and orion, and hearing that his niece met the young version of his brother after he fell from a cliff, only convinces him that this is a case of time travel.

Orion tries to ignore the look the bigger terron gave him in favor of talking to Elita and Bee, he starts rambling about how this planet also had transformers and everything else Twitch told him, however his excitement is dampered when Elita pointed out Bee observation about the big terron's sigil. He doesn't' want to believe it, looking at the mech, and how he is so gentle with Twitch getting down to her level and paying close attention to her flurry of words, but at the same time, he was still such a fearsome warrior,. Orion really wants to the trust Twitch, after all she had no reason to lie to him, and she did save him from the fall. So, Despite Bee and Elita 's hesitanece, when the big silver mech turns to them.

The mech introduces himself as Megatron (big fan of Megatrounus, obviously, Dee would like him) and seems to be questioning Orion about everything that he had told Twitch, the younger cybertronian was a bout to ask why, when this jem of a line left Megatron's mouth, "Of course, you are from right before everything went to the slag, Dang it, Pax I just had to forget your horrible timing."

Orion never told this mech his name, nor did twitch, which prompted the young terron to ask if her uncle knew Orion.

"I'd recognize the mech i woke up to every morning for the first cycles of my life."

"Dee...?"

"It's good to see you Pax."

Megatron is almost surprised that he can still read every single emotion, that rapidly washes over Orion. Denial, disbelief, and everything else. Thankfully though it only took Megatron mentioning the incident where Orion tired to transform with out a cog, for the group to believe him. Though he could've done without little bee sobbing and clinging to his leg, saying "What did those monsters do to you!" Which led to an explanation about how he was not their kidnapped friend, but rather who D-16 would become in the future. There's a lot of very fast questions from all the younger bots and eventually Megs has to tell them to go one at a time, And that he'll answer their question as they walk, because he needs to get them all out of the open and back to the Malto farm to keep them safe.

And boy do they ask questions..."How long has it been for you?" "Couple million cycles." "Why are you wearing that sigil." "to stay our of trouble." "You changed your name?" "D-16 doesn't really count as a name on earth." "What's an uncle?" "Earth functions differently socially then on Cybertron, the youth are given to older members of society to be cared for and taught, rather then being put to work right after the well. I am not one of Twitch's main caregivers, her "mom" and "Dad", however i am close to one of them, making me a secondary role model for her, an "uncle"." "How'd you end up on earth?" "A very long story." "How'd you get a cog?" "A very VERY long story."

Twitch is a little baffled through out the ride home like, it's weird enough to meet the younger version of the older bots in her life, but they are all so different then their older selves. Orion is so much more energetic and reckless then Mr. Optimus (Uncle Megatron had to talk him down from storming the Ghost headquarters at least twice in the same conversation), B-127 is constantly chattering and Twitch feels so bad he doesn't have an actual name either (she tells him he changes it, and he asks if it's "badassatron", which makes bother her and Megatron laugh), and young Miss Elita is such a stickler for rules!

Bumblebee is the one who first sees them at the the farm, seeing Megatron first ....

Megs: Bumblebee! Do you recall how we met?! before all the slag his the fan?!

Bumblebee: Do you mean back in sub-levels? Yeah why?

Megs: Do you ever remember taking an unplanned visit to the future after we reached the surface?!

Bumblebee: What?!

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I'll do a part two if people want to see it

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: ̗̀➛ The Spark Ascending

Optimus Prime x Reader - Transformers Prime

A giggle and a scurrying of bare feet across dirt and grass, Optimus tries to focus on where you might be, smiling as the game you’d suddenly initiated made his spark twirl in excitement. Normally, he wouldn’t engage in such frivolous activities, but lessened Decepticon activities and an increase of carefree wonderment from you made it difficult for the Autobot leader to remain stoic, and perhaps it was the surge of love that eased his burdened mind, but even the matrix seemed appeased and quiet, and he couldn’t truly deny you your fun.

With the heat and light of summer being in full swing, Optimus admired the rays of light peeking through the canopy of leaves. Mass-displaced, he finally had a moment to cherish the view from your perspective, and it was wonderful.

“Giving up?” He hears you say, your voice full of mirth as he spots you peeking out from behind a mossy tree, its branches thick and low hanging; perfect for climbing, though you stayed behind it, ready to scurry away once again.

With a shift, Optimus allowed himself to forgo the title of Prime, the weight that the matrix carried, the responsibilities he’s held for millennia, and with a smile, pedes digging into the dirt and grass and moss, he took to chasing you. He didn’t need to run, that would be too easy, but a brisk pace set you hurrying away with renewed giggles and grins, and the flowery dress which flowed like water around your legs waved him closer; daring him to try and catch you.

Your childish mood had surfaced once you’d entered the forest, the magical light of noon seeming to fill you with energy, and the kisses you’d shared had been smiles and laughter. He hadn’t been able to resist joining you, smiling like he hadn’t for so, so long.

The flora of this area was, as you’d described it, magical. With the leaves of the trees being as widespread as they were, they allowed little sunlight to peek through onto the forest floor, but what light did manage to come through created an almost glittery effect, casting the forest into a mood Optimus could well remember reading of and seeing illustrations of in many of the books you’d borrowed him. Folklore, fairytales and the likes, obscure made up stories created for the sole purpose of entertainment and creation of wonderment, and he understood the appeal for with each step he took he felt lighter, almost airborne, and your laughter echoed around him as your form passed from tree to tree, running with an obvious giddiness to each of your steps.

And ahead, a shimmer so bright it made Optimus’s optics squint before they adjusted, taking in the sight of a partial clearing in the canopy above them. Cast in dancing shadows of leaves and branches, a pond stood, lily pads, patches of grass by the edges, and a tiny waterfall from a feeding stream decorated it.

The sight caused him to stumble if only for a moment, the movement catching you off guard as your smile faltered; concerned. It gave him the opportunity he needed and quickly he leapt forward, grabbing you by the waist and making you squeal as he held you up, his face plate infected with your mirth as his optics shone as your visage obscured the light of the sun above, creating a halo of golden light around you.

Murals of Prima Prime had once moved Optimus, then Orion, to near tears back so long ago, but now not even those memories could compare to the beauty that was you; young and lively, a pure joy that he scarcely could believe loved him in return.

“Did you do that on purpose to make me stop?” Asked you, your hands coming down to cradle his helm. He brought you closer, servos adjusting to hold you better; a poor excuse for the want he felt to touch more of you.

“No,” said he, still smiling. And with you leaning against his chassis, he claimed your lips once more, savouring the taste of victory for having caught you. With naught but the croak of a frog and the trickle of water grazing his audials, Optimus could easily hear the satisfaction within your sigh, your beating heart calming in your chest.

Kiss deepening, he brought a servo to hold the back of your head, leaning closer; feeling more of you as you make a sound into his intake and he loses himself to it, realises he’s suddenly leaning over you, your back laid carefully upon the grass and the moss underneath.

“We don’t have to go back,” you say, speaking so sweetly against his lips it makes his processor swim. With your hair splayed out about your head, you appear as if you’ve crawled out from the book he read the night prior. A nymph, surrounded by green and blue, pure and beautiful.

“Eventually, we must,” he replies, giving you many small kisses, unable to fully part with you; not wanting to. He rests his weight around you, arms caging you in, servos going into your hair, face plate burrowing itself into your neck and you laugh into his audial. Lovely music.

He vents heavily, allowing himself to relax and just be. The nature around you is serene. It’s almost tempting to take your words to spark, to let them envelope him and guide him deeper into the forest where you’d both be lost to the world. Alas, he cannot relinquish his duties, but for this single moment in time, he could pretend.

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