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Ohhh I need more Mama Starscream and baby Op moments! 🥺👉👈

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Cleaned up Supernova’s design a bit + her alt mode

Old design 🔽

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Slow poke.

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Long story short: An ES rewrite for s2-s3. Bee? He got brainwashed by GHOST. A year later, Breakdown finally finds him but it’s not what he was expecting.

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Posted on X: xx_elenore_xx

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Will someone give a shoulder ride to baby Optimus prime?

They do it all the time, they have to be careful though

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commissions open!

slots available: 3/3

this post will be pinned up on my page, check back for updates >:)

if anyone has questions about any info here as well, feel free to ask/DM!

rbs very much appreciated <3

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Might I request some driftrod baby prime au. . ? Taking him racing and then maybe some dratchrod if they come back and get scolded by ratchet?

Not canon, but driftrod with the baby was way to cute to pass up

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I CAN JUST IMAGINE HOW THE BOTS ARE FEELING RN 😭

Not well! they're trying their best though

I wrote a bit for this scene, you can read it down here🔽

It had been a few days since they lost him.

Her room was now a wreck. Jagged holes peppered the walls, one of the chairs had been kicked clear across the room, and a table lay overturned, half-broken. Elita sat hunched over on the edge of her berth, arms resting on her knees, head bowed low. Her frame was tight, tense, like if she moved wrong she might snap in half.

The door swished open.

B-127 hesitated in the doorway, peeking inside with wide optics. He shifted awkwardly, glancing at the battered walls before his gaze landed on Elita. She hadn’t moved. She just sat there, so still it was almost frightening.

"...Hey," he said, voice small in the tense silence.

Elita didn't look up. She just gave a low grunt of acknowledgment, still seething silently. The tension in the room was thick, heavy, he could feel it like a physical weight on him.

Bee hovered awkwardly by the door for a moment before finally walking over and sitting in the berth a little ways from her.

He hated seeing her like this, it was wrong. Elita was supposed to be strong. Unshakable. Seeing her this broken felt worse than anything. This was one of the few times he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know how to make her feel better.

Finally, her voice broke the silence, rough and low. "I let him down”

Bee blinked. "Elita-“

"I let him down” she said again, louder this time. She finally looked up at him, and the sheer pain in her optics made him flinch. "He trusted me. All of us. And I couldn’t even keep him safe when it mattered”

He thought back to the security footage Prowl had shown them. He thought of a tiny sparkling, awkwardly climbing out of his crib, determined to follow after Elita and B-127 when they’d left to defend their base from the Decepticons. He remembered how nobody had even realized Optimus wasn’t asleep anymore, how they’d been too caught up in all the chaos. Their leader turned-sparkling always did this, wandered off when he shouldn’t, curious and full of energy. They knew he did this, they should have been more careful, they should have-

"I should've been paying attention” Elita muttered, unknowingly voicing B-127 thoughts, her voice low and rough. "I should’ve noticed he was following us... I should’ve noticed something”

B-127’s mouth opened to argue, but the words caught in his throat. How could he tell her it wasn’t her fault when he was carrying that same guilt? When he kept replaying that moment in his processor, running through the halls, hearing the faint sound of Skywarp’s teleporting signature “vop”, and knowing -knowing- he was too late?

He should say something now, he’s being too quiet.

"All I can think about is the last time I saw him. He was trying to follow me. Trying to keep up. And I didn’t even notice. I didn’t even look back” She leaned forward, burying her face in her hands. "Primus... I left him behind” 

B-127 scooted closer to her, they were almost touching now “You didn’t leave him," he said after a moment. "None of us did. He just... he got caught in the crossfire. It- it wasn’t supposed to happen. None of this was…”

Elita laughed bitterly into her hands “‘Supposed to happen’ doesn’t mean anything now”

Bee stared at the floor. "Yeah” another beat of silence.

He couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

He looked away from her, guilt twisting in his spark. "I... I’m sorry”

Elita frowned, confused. "What?"

"I’m sorry!” Bee blurted again, louder this time. Turning to look at her, his words stumbled over each other in a rush. "When we realized he was missing, you trusted me to find him, to get him back and keep him safe. I was supposed to find him. I was supposed to get to him first. But I- I didn’t. I wasn’t fast enough. I tried, I swear I did, but Skywarp- he was faster. And I couldn’t get to him in time!"

He squeezed his optics shut, fists clenching in his lap. "I should’ve been faster. I should’ve protected him. It’s my fault too”

Elita sat in stunned silence for a few moments, processing Bee’s rushed confession, the guilt thick in his voice. She had been so buried in her own anger and grief, she hadn’t even thought about how hard this was for the others, how hard it was for him. But hearing Bee’s voice crack like that, hearing the guilt he carried just as heavy as hers, she felt something break inside her.

Her optics softened, and she shifted, scooting a little closer to where he was sitting stiffly beside her so that their sides were touching.

“B…” she said quietly, almost a whisper. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

B-127 blinked, startled by the rawness in her voice. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, he was never good at hiding things. Never good at keeping quiet long enough to keep a secret. That had always been something about him. If something bothered him, everyone knew within five minutes.

But this? This he found hard to talk about.

He shrugged, staring down at his servos. "I... didn’t wanna make it worse," he mumbled. "Everyone already felt bad. You, Wheeljack, Ratchet, all of 'em. I figured if I started dumping my mess on you too... it’d just- y’know. Hurt more."

Elita’s spark ached. He had been hurting this whole time, trying to carry it by himself so that none of them would hurt more. Trying to protect them from his own guilt, when he was just a kid himself.

Without thinking, she reached out and pulled him into a rough, awkward hug, one arm slinging around his shoulders and dragging him close. He stiffened at first, then sagged against her like a tight cord finally snapping.

Words were never really her thing, that was always Optimus' job. Somehow, he could just... pull the right things out of the air, say them so confidently and perfect it made you believe him. Elita? She was better at actions than words.

But Bee needed something right now, and unfortunately, no amount of punching was going to fix this.

"Listen to me Bee, and pay attention because this is important” she paused for a second, waiting for his tiny nod to continue “You aren’t supposed to keep that slag bottled up. You're not a one-bot army” she muttered into his helm. "You don’t have to protect us from that, You don’t have to protect me”

Bee made a small, almost choked noise, but didn’t pull away. His servos clutched at the back of her frame like he was scared to let go.

"You’re not supposed to carry it all by yourself” she said, a little sharper now, voice rough. "You screwed up, fine. So did I. So has every bot in this rusted war. It doesn’t mean you gotta sit there and eat yourself alive over it”

She leaned back a bit and grabbed B-127’s helm so she could look him properly in the optics "You’re not- never were on your own, Bee. You hear me? You’re ours. Mine. And that means you don’t have to shoulder this like it’s your fault, because it isn’t kid”

Bee just blinked up at her, optics huge.

A second passed, and then without warning, B-127 threw himself at her, tackle-hugging her so hard they both nearly toppled sideways where they sat.

"Whoa- hey!" Elita barked, catching him on instinct, arms locking around him tight. Properly hugging him back once the surprise had passed and she could stabilize them.

They stayed like that for a moment, Bee just clinging to her like he did whenever he was feeling too much, like whoever he was hugging would just disappear if he didn’t hold on tight enough. 

"You know," he murmured against her chasis, voice full of mischievous affection, "Optimus is better at speeches”

Elita threw a flat look at the top of his helm. “Yeah, well, Optimus isn’t here right now, so you’re stuck with me, brat” Bee just laughed and leaned more into her.

They sat there holding onto each other for a little while longer, finally getting the comfort they both so desperately needed, the room quiet except for the low hum of the base around them. Elita was about to suggest they finally get up, maybe punch another wall or two just for good measure, when Bee spoke up again, voice softer.

"Hey Elita?" he mumbled into her armor "you're being kinda stupid too”

Elita froze “…Come again?"

Bee pulled back in a panic, just enough to look up at her and wave his arms in denial “No! Not like- I don’t mean you’re stupid! I meant that, well, it’s stupid that you keep blaming yourself. For what happened. For losing Optimus”

Elita opened her mouth, ready to bark something back, but B just kept going.

"It wasn’t just you," he said more firmly, voice now filling with confidence “It was all of us. I didn’t look back and see him follow, I wasn’t fast enough to get him. Ratchet and Wheeljack didn’t notice him wandering off. The others weren’t there to catch him either. We all messed up. You’re not the only one who lost him” 

Elita stiffened, jaw tight, but Bee wasn’t backing down. He even poked her chassis with a finger.

“We all lost him, Elita. If I’m not alone in this, you’re not either. Just because you’re in charge doesn’t mean you gotta carry all the burden by yourself”

He crossed his arms after that, glaring up at her like he dared her to argue.

Elita stared at him, stunned. For a second, she seriously considered shoving him over just to shut him up, but then the weight of what he said really hit her.

Slag. He was right.

She let out a rough sigh and dropped her helm forward, resting it lightly against his. "You're lucky you're right” she muttered, voice low “and cute, you little punk” she added in a more lighthearted tone.

B-127’s smile finally returned, grin wide and bright, the way it was supposed to be. “It’s part of my natural charm”

Elita snorted, grabbed him by the helm, and ruffled it roughly until he yelped and squirmed.  

After a few seconds of torture, he finally got himself free and turned to fully face her "So, what do we do now?" 

Elita leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest. Her gaze was sharp, but there was a kind of calm to it now, a certainty that hadn’t been there earlier.

"Now” she said, voice low but steady, "we get Optimus back”

B-127 looked at her, searching, like he needed to be sure she meant it.

She met his optics without flinching. "We're not leaving him. No matter how long it takes, no matter what we have to do. He's ours”

B let out a shaky little laugh, almost disbelieving. "You really think we can?"

Elita let the smallest, rough-edged smile pull at her mouth. "I don't think, Bee. I know”

She reached out, ruffling his helm with a heavy, affectionate shove. "We’re bringing him home. And if Megatron tries to stand in my way-“ she shrugged, casual, almost lazy in the way she said it, "-I'm putting him six feet under myself”

Bee snorted, the sound small but real, the first genuine one in days. He leaned against her side a little, bumping shoulders.

Elita shifted, reaching out and putting her arm across his shoulders. They didn’t have a plan yet. They didn’t have all the answers. But they had each other, and they had the unwavering love they felt for the little sparkling they’d lost, a love that would drive them forward, no matter the odds.

Finally, with an air of confidence, Elita pushed herself up, offering a servo to B-127.

"Come on. Let’s tell the others. It’s time we start putting together a plan”

Bee grabbed her servo, pulling himself up with a determined nod. 

This wasn’t over. They would tear the sky apart if they had to, but they were going to bring Optimus home.

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Has Supernova ever thought about running away, leaving Cybertron getting away from the battles and pressures from her sire?

Yes

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Would you be fine of fanart for your lovely baby OP au??? Because he's adorable and I want to draw him.

YES ‼️‼️ I’d love to see other people draw him too, art of the little guy is always welcome

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So Starscream is Supernova’s “carrier” right? They don’t seem to have a traditional parent/child dynamic, more like friends.

Am I picking that up right?

Was it different when Supernova was younger?

They have a very particular relationship, they’re close, and often express their love for each other in ways others may consider weird (like their mock arguments). Starscream sees himself in her, the sharp mind, the ambition, the potential for greatness and he wants her to succeed, not just for his own benefit, but because he truly believes in her. So his way of showing love is by pushing her, always expecting more, which can be good and bad, since he never doubts her intelligence or strength, (in fact, he believes in her more than she believes in herself) but, he also doesn’t understand her inner doubts, so when she struggles with the idea of leadership, he assumes she just needs more confidence, more victories, more proof of the greatness he sees in her

As a sparkling they had a more expected or normal relationship, affectionate and overprotective carrier Starscream basically. It was once she started growing and showing potential that thing changed

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What does Supernova think of Optimus aka her sire's ex-boyfriend/archenemy?

Supernova was raised to hate Optimus Prime. As a decepticon, she grew up with the belief that Primes represented everything broken about old Cybertron, symbols of a system that upheld functionalism, enforced a brutal divide between the lower and upper castes, and turned a blind optic to suffering. And Optimus is the cause’s ultimate enemy, not only a as Prime, she knows of his past as Orion Pax, his close relationship with Megatron, and how he betrayed her sire when he accepted the Matrix, becoming the very thing they swore to destroy together. She can respect the autobot leader’s skills, he is Megatron’s greatest opponent for a reason, but she doesn’t think highly of him.

At least, that was until she found herself trapped under a building with the Prime, were they actually talked. Her opinion of him got more complicated after that.

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Babi Ratchet trying to fix everyone

Babi Wheeljack trying to fix everything

Sparkling Wheeljack somehow manages to explode stuff and hurt himself, sparkling Ratchet is not amused and tries to fix him

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Gosh, I just can’t get over tiny Optimus Prime. I mean, look at him next to Ravage. Now I’m just imagining riding on top of this mechanical cat.

Seriously, you made him too cute! 🥰😍

Ravage prefers to carry him like this

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Join the decepticons

We got a jet, 2 weapons and a blunt force object

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what's the dynamic between baby Optimus Nemesis and Starscream? I've seen glimpses from your few comics and what I've seen really intrigues me :3

Short answer: He didn’t want anything to do with the sparkling at first but got way to attached so incredibly fast

Long answer: this post about the decepticons dynamics with the baby and this post about Skyfire in this AU

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What's your opinion on people shipping Megatron x Optimus?

As for people who ship them: Go for it 👍 I think people can ship them if they want, they’re fictional characters, you can make them kiss if your heart desires it

As for the ship itself: It’s a great ship, friends to lovers to enemies that are lowkey still lovers? Amazing, great food. Megatron and Optimus as characters, who are the opposite of each other but at the same time not, have a great potential for an incredibly interesting dynamic. I love to see how people interpret their relationship, be it platonic or romantic

In conclusion, they should make out sloppy style

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Hey Jezter, hope you’re having a good day <3

I was wondering if when Oppy turns back to his normal self, would he retain some semblance of memories and feelings? Like an urge to be closer to his friends, finding comfort in their presence in the way he did when was young? Would he still like to listen to music with Jazz, hang out with Bumblebee, just do his work in Prowl’s presence, etc.? If so, how would the autobots feel about it?

Thanks for this lovely AU!

Thanks! And yes, they all became closer

After Optimus goes back to his normal self, things between him and the others changed. Before, they were close friends, trusted each other, fought side by side, but after everything with the sparkling situation, they basically became family. The whole thing really stuck with Optimus too. He became a lot more open after that, not so guarded all the time, since they had all already seen him in his more vulnerable state, he doesn’t feel the need to keep up an image of a strong unbreakable leader with them. He laughs more, hangs out with the others just because he wants to, and isn’t shy about showing affection. As for the others, They became even more protective and affectionate with him than before. Not just because he was their Prime, but because he was theirs in a way that went way deeper than just being teammates now. Basically, the whole experience created a tight bond among them all