#Dimensional Magic

[cosmicportal]

[goblinstunts]

Burnham in The Hadalwoods

[hermitcrabstar]

What if... he glues them to his head 🙂‍↕️

[witchofthesouls]

Can we some some bird boy Jack and motherly Soundwave? Kinda funny if Optimus doesn’t know what to make of Soundwave offering to help his strange fledgling

Anon, I raise you that the 'cons are doing 'pstpstpst' to the little bird, trying and failing to steal Jack away. Some 'cons are really curious if it's actually the real deal. Others are thinking of ransoming Jack back for supplies. There's also a general consensus that the Autobots, a faction of civilian or higher caste alt-modes, don't know how to truly care for a frame suited for military and war. Much less a Seekerkin sparkling.

Jack is, however, super careful, especially around Skywarp since Jack was warned about the Seeker's teleportation ability. Soundwave is really trying to edge the kid out by using the Cassettes. Rumble and Frenzy enjoy gross facts, video games, and TV shows. Ravage leans into Jack's scavenger and hunting tendencies.

The Decepticon Seekers are adamant that TFP Optimus doesn't know how to care for the sparkling properly. The little one needs a proper and stable flock. Not whatever paltry and lackluster substitute the Autobots ape at. They look at the Aerialbots as an example of their massive failure. Made worse as the Autobots do have a few remaining Seekerkin, and yet they let go of their own community ties and cultural identity.

Ohhhh, the screaming matches between the Decepticon Command Trine versus the remaining Autobot Praxians.

[healinglights]

[stanhousearrest]

I've read a lot of headcanons and theories that try to explain why Fiddleford went from taller than the Stan twins to much shorter.

and sure terrible posture is partially to blame, but look at how all of McGucket is just smaller.

may I propose a canon and likely answer:

[chaztalk]

Of the 150+ anime I watched this year, these are my highly recommended

[whereserpentswalk]

You couldn't stay in the dimension you were born in when you were young. You don't know exactly why, your parents never told you. It was just a normal earth, nothing bad had happened to it, but something made it so they needed to flee with you. They were some of the only people capable of multiversal travel, you don't know if that meant anything.

The first dimension you stayed in was completely uninhabited. It was a version of earth that never got any humans of its own, the only people there were other dimensional researchers. There was something very stagnant about it, even for a version of you that was so very young, there were only a handful of buildings on the entire earth, only a handful of places you could safely go. The only books and movies you had were the few that the researches chose to bring with them. And the world outside, the uninhabited world, was so disturbingly large you could drive for hours and never see a sign of a human being, look in any direction and there would be nobody but the beasts and the creatures. The world was empty when you were young, it could be beautiful at times, but beyond anything else it was empty. You're not sure you fully understood yet what was so wrong about your world, you don't think you could. But occasionally you'd go to a world where there were more people for just a few days, and it felt so much more real.

When you were a bit older, and it became clear that you shouldn't live in such a lonely place anymore, your parents moved to a dimension where there would be more people. It was a plane of an endless ocean, you don't even think it was a planet, just an infinite field of water. But there were people, people on boats and on submarines and on flying vehicles, you don't know how they got there but they were there. It was hard to adjust at first, suddenly you were on a ship surrounded by other humans, millions of them in the case of some of the vehicles you stayed on for your time there. Everything seemed scary in a weird way, you missed land, missed forests, missed standing on solid ground and being able to run in any direction. But being around people, even being near a single person, made it all feel worth it. You had freinds for the first time, went to school for the first time. There was even just the simple fact that you went to stores and restaurants for the first time. The water made everything so strange, the feeling that humanity had nowhere to stand safely, save for a few tiny islands incapable of supporting much permanent habitation, the world felt like it wasn't made for you for the first time, but after being alone for so long that felt like a good thing. Eventually it had to end though, it was your fault that time, you had told all your classmates that you were from somewhere different, a place with land, with great mammoths and terror birds and vast forests and grasslands, and you had photos to prove it. After they knew you had to leave, you couldn't have guessed that, you never fully knew why, it felt like you have destroyed a world, even if just for yourself.

You fled quickly to a plane completely without life. It was inhabited exclusively machines, some of them fully sentient and capable of human emotion, but they were still robots, steel and plastic creatures entirely alien to you. You took all the food you could so you could stay there until your next trip. Your parents were looking for something there, something that would let them go to your original home, but whatever they were looking for made the robots there fear them, call them sorcerers, and accuse them of playing with elder gods. You don't know exactly why but one day they left saying they had to do something important, and you never saw them again. You would have starved to death there, a human in a world without humans, a teenager in a world without teenagers, but a robot decided to help you leave.

It took exploring a few dimensions with your robot benefactor, some darker than you would like to remember, but eventually you found somewhere with humans, somewhere safe, with blue sky, and green earth, and cities and towns. You stayed with the robot at first, then with other benefactors, who knew your family name across many worlds. It was perfect, for the first few months there you thought this world's humanity was entirely the same as yourse. But eventually you figured out that there was a difference, humanity in the plane you had come to had never developed any desire for romance or sex, reproduction to them was an entirely dull affair to them. It didn't seem like a big change at first, but it began to take a hold of you, that you had desires that nobody around you had. You began to realize that you felt these things, these things you could never admit, that anyone else there would have found disgusting, about the people around you. You felt alien, a creature from another dimension, a threat to everyone around you. And when you felt those things about people you cared about it felt like betraying them. The last straw was when you saw people dancing naked, it was entirely innocent to them, but you felt you had to do something, so you felt you had to leave. You were finally old enough to do that type of thing on your own, even if all your benefactors said you were too young.

The dimension you live in now has humans like you at least. Though it's a few decades less technologically advanced than what you're used to, and all the humans there are are clustered into one megacity, with a wall to protect them from the horrors outside. It's never daytime where you are now, but you've seen worse than eternal night before. Though you can't help but feel there's something slightly grim about where you are, for the first time you feel free. You traveled here on your own, you're not thought of as a refugee people need to protect, you're someone dangerous, someone mysterious, a sorcerer, the type of thing that works with elder gods. Your freinds here don't mind if they think you're something strange and alien, you don't think there's any plane where it wouldn't seem that way now anyway. You never realized it before, but you really are from nowhere now...

[cosmicportal]

[lloydfrontera]

fellas is it gay to cross dimensional barriers in order to get to the person you were willing to sacrifice your life for and then arrive at his doorstep with tears on your face as you confess how much you've missed him??? asking for a friend

[prismasartworks]

When Worlds Collide - Main Protagonists

[mongeese]

I'm with Evan man, Trope Island is a fucking nightmare & I'd hate it there too. I would eat some of the endives salad though. Don't want to waste a nice meal

[witchofthesouls]

Thy hungers for more baby birb- can we get some more of Optimus and his gremlin child- maybe his pov on Lil Jack growth?

Optimus would have internal data logs about Jack's ventures into a Cybertronian sparkling, so here are a handful of them.

Log Entry XX:

We are well-distanced from our captors. Jack has lost his initial wariness, and while he still has a habit of completely suppressing himself, he's curious as any other sparkling. He chirps and chirrs at whatever captures his attention, darting around to fetch things to my notice, and clatters his wingspan to my smokestacks often when he's upon my back as he prefers high-ground and tight spaces.

Ironically enough, he does have some form of human habits: the constant need of naps at specific intervals, a deeply rooted impulse to pet a variety of animals, and a surprisingly wide tolerance of toxins.

Log Entry XX:

Despite the mishaps with education slugs, Jack easily absorbs vocabulary and phrases. I'm focusing on his oral skills and reading comprehension. Jack does have an endearing habit of utilizing subglyphs that clash. While the message is sent, the meaning is most definitely different. Either very inappropriate or wildly off course.

Just as he easily calls me a diminutive term for 'progenitor.' It makes a good cover for his lack of carrier and his quirks.

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Log Entry XX:

Jack has figured out how to activate his anti-gravs. He takes great pleasure in floating up the tallest structures without footholds and the pouncing games by the locals on the way station.

Due to those thorough explorations, Jack is very unhappy with tonight's extra dry-brushing. He has taken to hiding between storage crates. No matter how upset he is, Jack is far too young to leave his developing plating filthy for long intervals.

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Log Entry XXX:

We have returned to Earth and Jack has been popular among this dimension's people. For many reasons. Everyone seems to be ecstatic over the presence of a sparkling.

Jack, however, has turned surprisingly shy within the Ark. He's never been around an actual crowd of Cybertronians, and the overlapping bounces of fields is making him wary. Jack has refused to leave my side for several weeks after the first incident where he mistaken this dimension's Optimus for myself as we share the same spark signature and voice.

Mechs are excited, so given enough time, Jack will start venturing off soon, especially since there's a photovoltaicat and a turbohound on site along with many blackbirds to charm.

Log Entry XXX:

I have returned from a mission, and Jack had figured out how to hide a mountain lion beneath everyone's sensors. Red Alert is very upset. More so than usual. Prowl and Jazz are concerned about potential security risks.

Jack's sparkbroken. Despite the campaign efforts of Sideswipe and the Aerialbots for a planet-based ship mascot, we can not keep Nightstrike around the vicinity, especially with training, Decepticon attacks, and humans around. Nor should we bring back a creature from this dimension back home.

Log Entry XXX:

I have returned to find Jack has figured out to fully activate his thrusters. He is unharmed and the Aerialbots are very apoplectic. Jack had almost been taken by Soundwave's Cassettes.

Jack has a habit of pushing off sheets in his sleep. I have found little streaks of bright blues and reds on his sides that match my own colorations.

[aroaessidhe]

2025 reads / storygraph

The End Crowns All

sapphic YA reimagining of the fall of troy, from Cassandra & Helen’s POVs

Cassandra is offered the gift of prophecy by Apollo, but backs out on sleeping with him, and he curses her so that nobody believes her visions

Hera came to Troy for love, bringing a war in her wake, and while they initially hate each other, slowly a friendship and romance develops

as the war and political situation gets worse, they desperately try and save their city through the strands of fate they have access to, despite the fact that Troy is destined to fall

ace lesbian & bi MCs

[overgrown-estate]

Enter the Enigma, by Chris Rallis

[larissa-the-scribe]

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