#I got onyx prime

[mubthemoff]

Thought train from Volt's an atheist to wait which of my ocs would be a theist- *remembers Radial exists*

[quetzalpapalotl]

Darlings, let's do this again, properly this time. Less you forget what I'm about

Do you vote for the one you like best or the one you hate most? Yes

Propaganda under the cut, provided by your local bastard politician fanatic

Nova Prime: Served under Prima as Nova Major. The only one in this list that held the real Matrix, but he didn't become Prime because of it, he became the leader of Cybertron when he united it after the 13 Primes break up during the First Civil War (not to be confused with the Autobot-Decepticon Civil War). His reign was supposedly the most prosperous but it had all the seeds that would later make Cybertron get worse. He actually had a hand in ruling and did things like gettting the Cold Contruction program going. He fucked off to do expansionism and went MIA, returned 6.2 million years later to try to merge this universe and the evil universe he got sucked in. Is defeated but comes back again some years later and is stopped again.

Nominus Prime: He somehow became Prime after Nova dissapeared around the same time the Functionist Council was established. Notorious bigot whose reign was characterized by social disparity. However by the time of Chaos Theory he's more of a figurehead with the Senate being the ones that really do the ruling, but before that, it's said that it was the Coucil who called the shots, so for good or bad, I don't know what this dude ever actually did besides looking pretty. His contribution to the narrative is to be put in a coma and then dying, he has no spoken lines. His own Senators sent an attack on him to try to get to his matrix and dispose of him to put their own puppet Prime when they figured the thing was fake. In the alt timeline, the is the Council that kills him alonside the rest of the Senate. This guy just doesn't seem to have anyone on his team. But hey, he actually stays dead. Doesn't have any good shots in the comic so I had to use his reference sheet for this poll.

Sentinel Prime: The aforementioned puppet Prime that Proteus put on the job after killing Nominus. Also doesn't seem to do any legislation, but he does lead the Cybertronian Security forces, so that's something. Got Orion's boyfriend empurated and shadowplayed. The Council lost even more influence during his time. Megatron kills his whole senate and then him. He didn't really die and was wearing a suit the whole time, because he's really a servant of Onyx Prime that was waiting for his return. So it's revealed in an executived mandated-event in a plotline that you could erase and wouldn't really change the overall plot, but it allowed us to learn that he things romance is for people who are deranged.

Zeta Prime: Was friends with Shockwave who tought him such a trustworthy guy he left his boyfriend in Zeta's care. When Orion was this close to turning against the establisment, Zeta somehow becomes Prime after Megatron "kills" Sentinel and gets Orion to stay on his side only to constantly manipulate him and use him for propaganda. Pretends to be all cool and progressive and did technically do away with official functionism, but didn't fix Cybertron's inequality and secretly brainwashes people and other nasty stuff, but he is rulling. When he couldn't deal with the Decepticons he lost it and became worse until Orion got fed up and joined Megatron in killing him. Also actually stays dead. Pretty sure he only exists bc they killed Sentinel too early in the timeline. I have to constantly remind people who he is because they forget about him or get him confused with Sentinel.

[lets-try-some-writing-draws]

So I feel that Quintus would be the most handful baby prime out of everyone and needs someone to always keep an eye on him. Not because he naughty but because he always so curious about everything. He bugs all the adults and kids about everything.

Quintus: Ratchet what's that? *Points to a rose*

Ratchet: it's a plant known as a flower Quintus

Quintus: I know that I mean what type of flower

Ratchet: I don't know I'm not a planet expert on planet Earth Quintus

Quintus: Then what's that? *Points to the couch*

Ratchet: that's a couch that humans sit on.

Quintus: Why?

Ratchet: *About to lose it* Ask Miko or Jack

Quintus: Okay

Of course that's not the only reason, it's because he is Quintus Prime, the prime of life who is highly curious about everything, so what does he do when no one can answer him. He creates life to study them, cue to the Autobots and kids finding Quintus secret lairs filled with 'borrowed' equipment from Ratchet. It doesn't matter even if Optimus scolds him, he just keeps it as sign to hide his experiments better next time.

Optimus: Quintus I understand your desire to these certain things but it's dangerous.

Quintus: Yes, you're saying I need to more careful in my experiments

Optimus: No

The Autobots had to destroy part of their lair and grounded him cause he thought making a Quintesson was a great idea. Quintus was sobbing for weeks, not because he got in trouble but because his Quintesson baby die.

Quintus: Oh the horror of the world! My poor child taken before their time!

Ratchet: That thing was not a baby Quintus

Bulkhead: What Ratchet said, those things are disgusting Quintus how could you think of recreating them!

Quintus: How dare you my babies may be ugly but they are my ugly babies!

Ratchet: Yeah no, grounded Onyx sit him! Solus, Megatronus watch him

Quintus: *Sobbing*

Quintus does his very best, but he can't help but want to create. Even if those creations of his tend to be destructive. The one time Quintus managed to begin making a Quintesson, it ended up crushed under Ratchet's pede when the doctor instinctually kicked it into the nearest wall. Quintus never quite got over that event.

Because of the squished Quintesson, Ratchet and him do not get along very well. But his genius combined with Wheeljack is legendary. The two are forbidden to be alone together for more than a klik, and even that is a risk.

[darks-lair]

you're probably one of about 50 people that still care about the thirteen primes so i have to ask; have you ever drawn Thirteen or have any hcs for them? :)

I've never drawn 13 before or even thought about them that much, so, here goes!

Number 13, also known as Optimus Prime.

Optimus is the youngest of the 13 primes. I saw many people imagining him as in more of a toddler age, but in my head he's a young adult teenager (about 18-19 years old).

Optimus was Prima's special boi. Prima forgave him his quirky little adventures quickly and easily, because he always had his sibling's best interests in mind.

His quirky little adventures usually included taking the Star saber and without anybody's knowledge and only Micronus' help charging into battle with whatever threat was looming over his family.

While Optimus was very fond of the Star saber (that he couldn't possibly use in a proper manner), he had weaponry of his own in form of a supernova revolver and the hope dagger.

Both created by his beloved sister figure, Solus. Solus even trusted 13 with her hammer so Optimus can make bullets for himself whenever he needed.

Sadly, 13 was a part of the reason why the primes started falling apart. Prima got paranoid and overprotective of Optimus and forbid him to contact Megatronus in fear that he might hurt 13.

Ironically, if 13 had a chance to complete his physical development in time of peace (as he was created in his middle life stage instead of fully formed), he would turn out to be the most Unicronic prime ever created.

His abilities started to show themselves very early on, as he brought Prima back from her total shock on the Unicron battlefield. Later, that ability began evolving to the point when 13 could bring back people from near death, if they had enough spark energy.

During the war of primes, while everyone was busy trying to rip one another to shreds, he dragged Liege's dying carcass close to Solus and tried bringing them both back. Dying Onyx followed him and thanks to the spell's light was saved from looming death. It is however unknown what happened after. When Onyx woke up, his wounds were halfway healed, and the skies had cleared. There was no Optimus in sight, and only a silhouette from where Solus and Maximo once were.

And so the cybertronian legend says, that Optimus prime might still be around.

Thanks for the ask!

[witchofthesouls]

I've had prime predacons on the brain, do they have mating habits? Do they lay eggs? Since predaking is the leader of the last 3 predacons does that mean he gets first dibs if a lady dragon/predacon shows up or would it be a battle of suitors? Do predacons make good parents even with the fact they're technically clones and only have vague genetic memories of their culture to pass on?

I got sooooooo many thoughts about Predacons and their influence on Cybertron's modern-day frame-schematics, especially with that throw-away line about Seekers. Like I'm running away with it~!! 🏃‍♀️

Seekerkin can trace their frame and coding quirks back to the Predacon species that delved into the Rust Sea. Unlike their exclusive land and air kith, the sea hunters were able to escape the catastrophic radiation by diving down into the depths.

These particular subspecies of Predacon passed many traits to their descendants, including but not limited to: the sexual dimorphism of larger, powerful femmes to agile, brightly-colored mechs, the trine-protocols and flocking mechanisms, multiples in carriage, prey-drives, and superior senses akin to beastformers and mechanimals.

The Wilder tribes still use vocalizations and have behaviors that can be traced back to their ancient kin and kith via oral traditions from Keepers. This leads to a lot of tension with the Seekerkin city-states that try to erase and rewrite the history of their frames.

While Vos is framed for their trine-protocols and being a strange breed of aerials onto itself, Praxus refined the hunting tactics and flocking behavior, and Polyhex's wetlands and underground labyrinths kept polished the traits that made them formidable sea predators.

The Predacons eschewed Prima's Call and his Guiding Hand for the established city-states to remain in the Wilds. Capable of speech and sharp intelligence, Predaking's kith were the apex predators of the sky, hunting down others for food, and were terrors to the young mecha prior to T-cogs.

This is due to claims of superiority. Unlike the other frames, they didn't require the immediate protection of the Primes. On top of their massive size and strength, flight and fire capabilities, advanced nanite colonies, thick armor, and heightened senses, the Predacons have a very unique quirk: collective unconscious.

Predacons are proud of their closeness to nature and beastly frames. In their opinion, they are the second closest to Primus, outside of the Thirteen, because of it. "A gift," they decree, by the Creator to give them such wild frames suited to the planet with the capabilities to shape it.

In the oral traditions of the Wilders, it's said some of their ancient kith could bend "cold fire" aka lightning. And that's why certain landmarks in the Wastelands still stand in defiance of Time and Prima's "Forceful" Hand. It was also said that they often crossed with "the Shadow of the Light" and the "Lord of Beasts."

Out of all the Primes, they respect the inescapable strength and spirit of Megatronus, Solus' forging and might, and Onyx for his understanding of their kind as he, too, ventured to the edges of extremes. "Lord of Beasts," indeed. They are creatures suited to an untamed Cybertron.

The social structures of the land hunters are very loose and minimal. Adults are mainly solitary creatures with exceptions to mating season, child-rearing, and seasonal gatherings to collectively mine volcanoes for minerals and guide massive storms to ignite new Energon nodes- preparations for the lean portion of the vorn.

The sea hunters are smaller and slimmer than their land-counterparts, so they have strong social ties of multiple generations to maximize the survival of their young, resource efficiency, and hunting tactics.

The mating behaviors of Predacons differ by their type, but there are similarities. Do they do not feel shame over cycles; heats and ruts are simply a fact of life. Much like beastformers, Predacons have reproductive heats.

There's courting gifts of fresh kills, raw ores, and chunks of minerals as well as showing off skills.

If there's an uncourted or unclaimed female in heat, then a Dance or a Mating Hunt will occur after competition has been bullied to back down. Females in heat are highly temperamental and incredibly aggressive, so those who wish to remain single and unmated would either cripple or kill persistent hunters.

Among the sea hunters, males show off their bright colors and hues to demonstrate health and virility as well as attempt to groom or nuzzle a female of a different pod/flock. It's common for a binary or triad of males to mate-nap a female from elsewhere: proving their tactics against her and her extended kin.

Whereas the males of the land hunters will show off strength by battling other males in the vicinity to prove their worthiness among his nearby neighbors before battling her for breeding rights.

If a female Predacon (or Seekerkin) was discovered, then Predaking would bully the other males to establish dominance before stepping up to plate to fight her.

Child-rearing is a shared responsibility. Nest building and bulking it with supplies. Keeping out intruders since baby Predacons cannot properly fly until they reach near mechling stage (adolescence).

Males can't produce sparkling-grade, so females are stuck in the nest until the newsparks gain their sight and actually climb out.

Mechs do help with a special tank in their frames that reguitates a melted slag of nutrients that helps boost the newsparks' systems.

Once the sparklings can eat more solid, the sire and carrier will take turns hunting and caring the nest.

Sea hunters have an easier time as child-rearing is more communal. Newsparks and sparklings are defended and supported by well-established adults guarding the shallow nursery reef, while hunters support the pod with an influx of food.

[guardian-of-fandoms]

So was nobody gonna tell me about the theory that Cody is Onyx Prime Reincarnated

MY MIND IS BLOWN

Like it's absolutely insane but IT ALSO EXPLAINS A TON AND I CAN'T REALLY ARGUE-

Like I love Cody, he's an ADORABLE bean, and probably one of the best human characters in the franchise. he's just a sweet lil bean who genuinely wanted to befriend Cybertronians and managed to single handedly be the ENTIRE reason the team got their act together at all, the ONLY reason Heatwave gave humans a chance, and not only did Heatwave give him a chance, HE BASICALLY FUCKING ADOPTED THE KID.

But EVERYONE I have ever seen is C O N F U S E D as to why. WHY is this Kid gifted with Godly empathy and communication skills that stump and get grown adults and LITERAL ALIENS to change their entire frame of mind, going from ready to fucking throw hands to talking civilly in a matter of seconds!!!! KIDS DON'T DO THAT. CODY IS ONLY EIGHT. YEARS. OLD. AT THE BEGINNING OF THE SHOW, 14 BY SEASON 4, AND PROBABLY 16-17 BY RBA.

.... So here's why I love this theory.

IT. EXPLAINS. THINGS.

(after days of obsessive Onyx Prime research)

-Oynx Prime's main abilities were his communication skills/Empathy, something that would probably carry over in Reincarnation. In fact, I've seen TONS of people theorize that Onyx was Reincarnated as Cody for the purpose of guiding the rescue bots, who would ultimately go on to change the course of Human/Cybertronian relations as a whole!

In fact, Cody has connected with Cybertronians SO WELL, Whirl casually dropped in an episode of RBA that sometimes, THE RECRUITS F O R G E T THAT CODY ISN'T CYBERTRONIAN.

THEY FREAKING FORGET THAT HE'S A HUMAN

.... What if Cody happens to fit in so well with Cybertronians.... Because he has a Spark?????

-Onyx Prime has massive wings. Cody is CONSTANTLY associated with Flight across the show. He wears a Bomber Jacket, uses a hoverboard, briefly used those rocket shoe things, and constantly rides along with Blades and Dani.

-Onyx Prime's Alt-Mode is a Griffin. Not only does the show constantly address the mythology of Griffins (and TFP says Predacons were actually responsible for Earth's mythological creatures in the first place), but the show LITERALLY TAKES PLACE ON AN ISLAND CALLED "Griffin Rock"

Lastly, I'm not sure if this counts,

But one thing about Cody has bugged me literally the entire show. Legit, as long as I've loved rescue bots, this has bugged me.

Cody's blonde hair.

i know this sounds stupid, but... THE KID'S HAIR MAKES NO SENSE.

Charlie has been show to have had brown hair when he was younger. Dani and Kade are both bright redheads, Graham is kinda a reddish brown.

if Charlie had brown hair, then than implies that the mom was a redhead, right???

So where's the Blonde come from????

I'm not claiming to be an expert in either Genetics, Reincarnation, or Onyx Prime.

But.......

This is the only answer I have, so, I'M ROLLING WITH IT

Cody Burns, human with a Spark!

[estellardreams]

I have actually made my own Sonic and Shadow variants for my Sonic Prime AU because they both got shattered. So... Here ya go!

New Yoke City: Zephyr

Boscage Maze: Rustle

No Place: Kai

New Yoke City: Tempest

Boscage Maze: Onyx

No Place: Storm

So... Yeah. Those are my designs. And here's the original fic they were featured in.

There's more art I made for it to. The pieces include:

And aa short comic in between chapter's 21 and 23.

There's also an ongoing sequel and such that needs to be updated... AND a planned third story in the works. If anyone asks, I can share stuff on it... Granted, it's done through dms.

[kokoro--nerd]

Parallel Universe; WenClair Mini-Fic

A mini-fic of Wenclair meeting their Reverse Wenclair counterparts. I won't post this on my AO3 since it is a mini-fic and I wasn't feeling it tbh. I am going to try and write a full wenclair fic before my break ends. So until then, enjoy this. (1100 words ish)

Parallel Universes

Not just a staple of science fiction, other universes are a direct implication of cosmological observations

“Is there a copy of you reading this article? A person who is not you but who lives on a planet called Earth, with misty mountains, fertile fields, and sprawling cities, in a solar system with eight other planets? The life of this person has been identical to yours in every respect” (Tegmark 41). 

//

The other werewolf was a wolf of a woman. She bore soulless, intense blue eyes. Her eyebrows were perfectly maintained and arched, furrowed in a deep glare. A scar slit the raised curve of her brow. Intentional or not, it was best not to ask. Luscious curls cascaded down her body, creating a mass of onyx void flickering in the light. Her carved jawline was sharp enough to cut, with ruby red lipstick to top it off. Truly, this werewolf was a dominating alpha; the cream of the crop, and the leader of the pack. 

Next to her was a blonde woman, smaller in size. She wore round glasses, slightly crooked. Her cheeks were flushed with a pinkness that could be blush or natural. Pouty lips. Bright, black eyes. Round face. Her blonde hair was tied in one braid that swayed behind her back. The smaller woman wore frilly white, tipped with an ombre pink near the ends of her dress. Quite an adorable little thing and petite next to the wolf woman. She speaks up with a soft, quiet voice and asks, “What are your names?”

“Enid,” the original werewolf of the room answered, beaming happily. “This is Wednesday, my girlfriend.”

“I’m Friday!” the petite woman replied, smiling with infection. “And this is my girlfriend, Nyx.”

The black werewolf just nudged her head, staring daggers on Wednesday as if she was contagious. The original Addams glared back. She wasn’t afraid of a challenge but Enid nudged her, forcing her to concede. “Which of you two is responsible for creating a portal between our universes?” Wednesday bluntly asked.

Friday raises her hand shyly. “That would be me.”

“How will you fix this and return to your world?” Wednesday snapped. “The collision of our universes may cause a cosmological catastrophe that will affect my constellation clairvoyance.”

“I have no idea what she said,” Enid admitted.

Wednesday ignored the wolf hiding behind her. “Did you think about the effects of our universes colliding? It may blend time and space, altering history and concepts beyond our recognition.” The goth woman took an intimidating step forward. “I would prefer to not live in a blended universe where Edgar Allen Poe became the next Kim Kardashian.”

“Hey, back up mutt!” Nyx finally growled, stepping forward and putting herself in front of Friday. Her canines shone bright as she snarled like a feral beast. It made her look hauntingly savage and beautiful; a prime alpha establishing dominance. “It was an accident. Friday didn’t mean to end up in your pathetic world.” Her dark blues flickered over to Enid, letting out a pheromone that screamed ‘I am Alpha.’ Enid took one sniff and whimpered behind Wednesday, somehow making her tall frame smaller. “If I’m some rainbow barf in this world, Friday and I will gladly leave as soon as we can.”

Hearing Enid attempt to let out a snarl in defiance but to no avail, Wednesday crossed her arms and said, “This ‘rainbow barf’ is my girlfriend and I am the only one who gets to describe her as such.”

Enid’s baby blues lit up before she looked at Wednesday in confusion. “T-Thanks?”

Friday got in front of Nyx, giving the werewolf a pleading look. She placed her fair hands on Nyx’s neck, gentle and comforting. Her thumbs rubbed in small circles. The black werewolf’s intense glare softened, but only slightly. She held her protective stance against the other two. Friday softly whispered, “Nyxie, it’s okay. I would also be concerned if this was the other way around.”

“Hm,” Nyx huffed, backing down.

Friday then turned to Wednesday with a smile on her face. It was unnerving to the goth woman to see her face smile. A mirror image of her in some parallel universe where she loved rainbows and butterflies, this was Wednesday’s worst nightmare. 

Friday explained warmly, “Do not worry, other me! A small tear in reality will not integrate the two masses. I have ensured a plan to return to our own world before I conducted the experiment.” She takes out the most stereotypical remote that most science fiction movies have. It had a red button and everything. “This device needs some time to charge before it can be used. So, in the meantime, do mind us as we wait. I do apologize for the inconvenience and Nyx. She can be too protective over me.”

As if to prove her point, Nyx wrapped an arm around Friday’s waist, pulling her in close. Their bodies, while contrasting in color, fit perfectly. The black werewolf snarked, “I could teach your runt a thing or two about being a real wolf alpha.”

Enid finally came out of her hiding spot to gawk out, “I am not a runt! I was bigger than my older brother when I was born!”

Friday blushed, twirling her blonde locks as she said, “Nyx, I think you should go back to your original hair color. Look at her. I think you would look quite beautiful in blonde.”

Nyx looks disgusted at Enid, especially the red and blue ends. “No.”

Friday pouted, making Wednesday nauseated. She almost threw up when Nyx seemed to enjoy Friday’s childlike pleading and cuteness. 

Enid’s head shook back and forth as she looked at Nyx, Wednesday, Nyx, and back to Wednesday. Then on Friday. It would be a lie if Enid said she didn’t find Friday adorable. She had always imagined Wednesday as the opposite, and here it was. “Wednesday, I think--”

“No,” Wednesday snapped, earning a whimper from the blonde werewolf. “I am not dyeing my hair blonde.”

“It could make you bearable to look at,” Nyx snided, receiving a punishing snack on her arm from her girlfriend. “Ow.”

“Be nice,” Friday pleaded. Nyx lets out a low growl without malice and more out of annoyance. She looked like a hurt puppy begging for affection. “I think we are getting off on the wrong foot. Why don’t we start over? We should play a game while we wait for the device to recharge. We can take this moment to get to know each other.”

“21 Questions?” Enid suggested.

Friday’s face brightened as she replied, “Yes! Perfect.”

Nyx and Wednesday just shared a look of grimace.

//

I hope you enjoyed. But I think I'm going to keep this one-shot hella short. I'm going to try other ideas and see if it gets my writing juices flowing.

[transingthoseformers]

I got another chaotic idea. What if Orion Pax was a Predacon instead? A very impossible statistic that came to life in the wastes and Alpha Trion basically had to disguise the feral Sparkling as a normal Cybertronian. This feat being done with a particular relic belonging to Amalgamous Prime.

Very few know about Orion's true form such as Ratchet who became the Predacon's secret assigned doctor. When it comes to 13 Prime based relics, I can imagine a normal Cybertronian body won't handle more than one. Ensue a near spark attack for Ratchet when a weak freshly Primed Orion passed out on the medic's habsuite floor.

The archivist's Predacon nature handled the strain but it takes quite awhile for Optimus to fully recover. Even more so to handle what sounds like other people in his head. Some are aggressive, some are kind, a few crazy, but overall a sorta friendly peanut gallery. Talking to him or comment about the situation at hand whenever.

It seems stuff is slowly easing up only for the civil war to break out, Team Prime crash lands on Earth and comes into contact with Fowler. Optimus has been doing his best to hide his Predacon nature. Too bad children tend to stir up 'Carrier Cyberbear'/Mama Bear behavior in him.

A trio of human kids definitely gonna make his facade crack.

Predacon!Orion/Optimus is something I've thought about recently (is it because of lovely anons such as yourself and [Not Down On Any Map]? Yes. But also this one Predacon transformation fic I read with a beautiful design for him)

And hey if anyone has thought about ways to introduce one of the original Predacons into the post cataclysm life it's me

Interesting to see another artifact of the Thirteen introduced in Oppy's life...

Makes sense Ratty would be in on the secret

On the artifact thing I'm p sure the Star Saber is an exception? Was it one of the Thirteen's artifacts? Idk.

Hmm interesting to see how being a prime but also a Predacon this time makes the experience ~funky~ (I wonder if this means he's able to relate more to Onyx Prime rather than being a reincarnation of the mysterious Thirteenth Prime?)

Oh how I've exactly thought about that scenario (the him hiding that Optimus is a bit more different than other cybertronians besides the prime stuff)

This makes me remember how I call him Adoptimus and how much "worse" (read: hilarious and adorable) this habit is now that he's a Predacon.

[interstellar-elf]

Earthspark Theory: Quintus Prime, the Emberstone and the other Primes

Kind of thinking this, mainly because it doesn't seem like the colonies in Earthspark don't seem to be a thing or haven't been mentioned. And then with the Emberstone, it kind of clicked: maybe the Emberstone was used to make other Transformer species with the help of certain members of the 13.

So I think there's more to Quintus Prime than meets the eye, in fact I think Quintus teamed up with a few of the other 13 Primes to create new Transformer species.

And first up, I think he's the creator of a lot of them, namely the Camiens, the Maximals, the Junkions, the Minicons, and maybe any Techno-Organics if we want. And given the make up of these Transformers, I think it would be kind of an interesting take if that happens to be the route Earthspark goes with.

Camiens: Created by both Solus Prime and Quintus Prime via Emberstone. Solus gives the leader of her created Camiens the Forge and the title of Magna. Most of the population of the Camiens identify as female and have an innate desire to create beautiful objects of art and weaponry.

Maximals: Created by Alchemist Prime (if the one with huge wings is Alchemist Prime) and Quintus Prime via the Emberstone. Alchemist was fond of combining elements, which would play into the original Beastformers being assigned different elements. The Maximal term is derived from his other name, Maccadam. He leaves the Maximals to their own designs, but imbues them a love of science and discovery.

Junkions: Created by Amalgamous Prime and Quintus Prime via the Emberstone. Amalgamous gave the Junkions his humorous attitude and also gave them the outlier ability to put themselves together if they were taken apart in battle as well as give them mad medical skills.

Techno-Organics: Created by Onyx Prime and Quintus Prime via the Emberstone. The Techno-Organics share Onyx's deep spiritual connection to the AllSpark and the spiritual world of the Sparks. Unlike other Transformers with organic based alt modes, the Techno-Organics can assume some far ranging and strange ones, including those of plants.

Terrorcons: Created by Megatronus and Quintus Prime via the Emberstone. Originally, the Terrorcons were made to serve as Megatronus' army in order to fight against Unicron. However, due to Megatronus' betrayal and siding with the chaos bringer, the Terrorcons now serve as Unicron's heralds.

Minicons: Created by either Micronus or Vector Prime and Quintus Prime via the Emberstone. Given that the line up doesn't seem to include Micronus in Disarmed, I got Vector into this because of the Time and Space thing and plus he was introduced in the same trilogy that introduced the Minicons.

I'm just going to do these guys for now since I really don't see some of the other guys just going off to make new life. Didn't put the Quintessons up there because well, Quintus probably just made them by his own self and we all know how that turned out.

Those are my thoughts, just wondering if anyone else has some inquries or thoughts.

[maelstroms-blog]

In Beautiful Dreams

In honour of Dreamling’s centennial meeting, please enjoy this fic of Dream and Hob dancing, along with a declaration

Enjoy

Hob really should’ve expected this, he’s known Dream long enough. To be fair, he wasn’t expecting him to say yes, honestly, he thought he would balk at the idea. Especially given how many people would be attending.

Instead, Dream just tilted his head, in that bird-like way of his.

‘A dance?’

Hob shrugged, ‘Sort of.’

There would be dancing, but it was far from the glamorous affair he knew Dream was picturing. Hob’s university was hosting their annual staff do, the heads of each department rubbing elbows with the higher ups. Socialising and lording their profession over others, supplied with cheap champagne and the finest hors d'oeuvres from Tesco. An event that Dream’s sister, Despair, would very much enjoy.

Far from glamorous but wonderfully human. A prime example of humanity to show his Endless partner. Hob explained all this to Dream, waiting for the inevitable protests, or for that rosebud mouth to frown.

But, Dream placed his pale hands on the table top, slender fingers splayed like that of a pianist. Artist fingers.

‘Very well. I shall accompany you.’ He said it with the air of a king deigning to answer a peasant’s request.

Hob blinked, ‘Really?’

‘Is this so surprising?’ he raised an eyebrow, ‘You are my beloved. I believe it goes without saying that we have to attend each other’s social functions,’ he sipped at his wine, pursing his lips,

‘After all, you accompanied me to the faerie delegation.’

Hob couldn’t keep the frown from his face,

‘That was…an experience, to say the least.’ Part of Hob’s philosophy was to try anything once, and in his long life that was a lot of things. He’s pretty sure he had a cheese making degree knocking around in his attic somewhere. But that delegation was a lifetime’s worth of experience. Luckily, Hob had a thousand more.

Dream hummed, ‘Not many mortals can boast of meeting Titania and Oberon, or reject their charms,’

Hob chuckled, ‘Yeah, they were pretty flirty, weren’t they?’

The feeling of the faerie queen’s clawed fingers ghosted against his neck, as did the king’s lips when he lingered on a kiss to his palm. Hob shivered, chasing away the bad taste with a mouthful of beer. He sensed Dream tense up, probably seeing his thoughts. He reached out and entwined his fingers with Dream’s.

‘Don’t be jealous, love, I’m already under the spell of a mysterious creature,’ he winked.

Dream rolled his eyes but he couldn’t stop the blush from tinting his cheeks.

And that was it. Dream appeared on the night, just as Hob got out of the shower, he did his usual shriek, followed by a flail,

‘Christ, Dream!’ he clutched his damp chest, gesturing to the towel around his waist, ‘You’re lucky I didn’t flash you,’ he looked at Dream, then looked again.

Dream, as regal as ever, stood tall, clad in an onyx black suit, similar to the Ralph Lauren piece Hob dreamed him in once. Over his shoulders was long overcoat, black of course, and the star filled lining shining bright. His hair was stylishly spiked, à la Robert Smith, and a silver earring hung from his ear. A small gem caught his eye, something golden. Hob peered closer, pale fingers jumped to toy with it, a gesture he knew was self-conscious.

‘It’s nice, duck, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in any other colour but black,’

Dream just fiddled with his earring, letting it catch the light,

‘I thought…we could match,’ he quietly said. Confused, Hob frowned, and that’s when it hit him. It was amber, a tiny chunk of amber. Dream often likened his eyes to the honey-coloured gem. A lump rose to Hob’s throat,

‘It’s lovely, Dream,’ he said, trying to keep the emotion from his voice,

‘A wonderful idea.’

Without waiting for a response, he closed the distance and pressed his lips to Dream’s. It was only supposed to be a quick peck but Dream wouldn’t let go. He drew him further in, pulling him close like a life preserver to a drowning victim. Hob gladly reciprocated, sinking his fingers into feather soft hair. Dream did the same, toying with the hair on his chest.

His still damp chest.

Hob pulled away with a sigh,

‘I still have to get dressed, love.’

He felt rather than saw Dream’s gaze, travelling up and down his nude body. The hunger in his gaze set his skin alight.

‘Do you?’

The baritone voice settled in the back of his head, shooting down into his body, straight to his heart. Hob bit his lip, he wanted nothing more than to let the towel drop, his flimsy excuse for a shield against Dream’s want, and just have him. But he didn’t. Not yet. He had a function to attend, and he wanted to show off his elegant, enigma of a partner. So, mustering what little willpower he had, he turned, not a word to Dream, and headed for the bedroom, locking the door behind him.

Not that it would stop Dream. More like Jumpscare of the Endless.

Hob chuckled at his own stupid joke.

‘What is so humorous?’ a deep voice asked behind him. This time, Hob fell on his bare ass.

‘Dream! Let me get dressed!’

With a pinch of sand, Dream vanished, the last thing to fade was his satisfied smirk. Hob’s own Cheshire cat.

Once he was fully dressed, in his own midnight blue suit, and with a nod of approval from Dream. He took his arm, fitting perfectly, and they were off.

 An hour passed, filled with mindless chatter, and the buzz of background brainwaves, Hob followed along easily, asking questions here and there. Dream tried his best, nodding along, offering a dry comment along with Hob’s quips. Then, Hob went to get them drinks, Dream was only out of his sight for a second, that was all it took. Like he said earlier, he really should have expected it. He searched up and down the hall, trying to spot that familiar mop of hair. The more the search went on, the more his uneasiness grew. It wiggled its way into his chest, twisting like a knife. Did he get sick of it and teleported away? No, he wouldn’t do that without at least telling Hob. Would he?

Just as his unease bloomed into panic, he heard something, a chittering sound, coming from the open balcony door. Hob poked his head out, there he was. Kneeling down, under the watchful eye of the full moon, was Dream of the Endless, holding court with a group of cats. They gazed up at him, marvelling at the king he was. He touched his knuckles to the nearest cat, mewing in their shared language. The cat purred, accepting her king’s blessing. Warmth filled the vacuum left by the panic, he breathed out, and carefully approached Dream. Even with his quiet footsteps, the cats jumped, hackles raised at the interruption. Dream tilted his head, mewing something that settled his followers. The youngest cat, a tabby kitten, bravely stepped forward, rubbing up against Hob’s leg. Dream gladly took a glass, freeing a hand for Hob to offer head scratches. His hand dwarfed the tiny creature but the kitten showed no fear, happily trying to climb up his leg.

In one swift, elegant movement, Dream was up, leaning against the railing, like the model of a perfume advert. Hob didn’t miss the gleam in his eyes as he cooed over the kitten, the other cats, bored, sneaked off, tails flicking.

‘You alright, love?’ he asked, watching the kitten chase after its friends,

Dream hummed, looking down into his drink,

‘Yes, I am…enjoying myself.’

‘Yeah?’ he slotted himself next to Dream, ‘Are you honestly?’

He could see the slight tremble of his hands, the tightness around his eyes.

‘It is…loud,’ Dream quietly admitted, Hob nodded, he didn’t need him to explain. He explained it all before, it wasn’t just the never-ending chatter, it was the barrage of daydreams, assaulting him from all sides. There didn’t seem to be any reprieve. It sounded like hell, and it explained a lot about Dream. Taking another sip of champagne, he put his arm around his tiny waist, smiling when Dream leaned into his touch.

‘Would you like to leave?’

Dream looked up, eyebrows disappearing into his hair,

‘I thought you wanted to be here,’

Hob gently nudged him, ‘I wanted to come with you.’

Dream just looked at him, not blinking, Hob smiled,

‘Your comfort is more important to me than some staff do, if you want to leave then we’ll leave.’

Dream’s eyes sparkled, sparkled like he was in awe.

‘So,’ he downed the rest of his drink, ‘Let’s go.’

Dream sagged, the tension leaving his body. Just as he was about to pull out his sand, Hob stopped him. A familiar sound reached his ears, a song he hadn’t heard in years, Roy Orbinson’s dulcet tones beckoned to him,

A candy-coloured clown they call the Sandman.

Dream perked up, turning his head to listen. Hob smiled at the sight.

Tiptoes to my room, every night.

Dream closed his eyes, lips twitching minutely.

Just to sprinkle stardust and to whisper-

Hob sang along under his breath,

‘Go to sleep, everything is alright.’

Dream turned to him, surprised, his smile more obvious now,

‘How about one last dance, Mr Sandman?’ he wiggled his eyebrows for good measure. Dream rolled his eyes, failing to hold back his smile.

‘Very well,’ he accepted Hob’s hand, allowing him to lead him back onto the dancefloor.

I close my eyes then I drift away.

Hob pulled Dream close to him, steps he once thought forgotten, came flooding back to him as he led Dream with ease.

Into the magic night, I softly say, a silent prayer like dreamers do.

Dream had his eyes closed, letting the words wash over him. Hob could only imagine what he was thinking. Being separated from his dreamers for over a century, locked away from those he was supposed to nurture and protect. Hell, there were some that never even visited his realm. For someone that took his role so seriously, there must be no greater pain. But, as Hob watched him now, swaying along to the music, gentle smile on his face, he knew what he was realising. That the dreamers missed him just as much.

Then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you

Dream opened his eyes, tearfully looking at Hob, with his own eyes growing wet, he raised a pale hand and pressed his lips to cold knuckles. Then, he leaned forward, never breaking their easy rhythm and sang softly in his ear.

In dreams I walk with you

In dreams I talk to you.

A sharp inhale was Dream’s only reaction, before melting into his touch.

We’re together in dreams, in dreams.

Hob didn’t want to sing the next part, luckily, Dream didn’t let him. Pressing his lips once again to Hob’s, silencing him. His cold lips tasted cosmic; he knew this was what stardust tasted like.

But just before the dawn, I awake and find you’re gone.

Hob felt Dream’s hands tighten, no doubt thinking the same thing. 1989. Hob rested his chin on his head, gently swaying in time.

I can’t help it

Fixing his stance, taking a chance, he placed his hand on the small of Dream’s back,

I can’t help it

And dipped his sweet Dream.

He overstepped. He knew it. he didn’t have to look at Dream’s wide eyes, or feel his iron grip on his arms, but then, another sound graced his ears, far more beautiful than any song. Laughter. Coming from Dream. It was nothing like his usual amused huff, this was a full bodied, unrestrained laugh that shook his lithe frame. It even ended with a cute snort. Hob found himself joining in. Taking him out of the dip, he gently led the Endless into a spin, watching his eyes crinkle with seldom seen mirth, giggling away like a lovestruck fool. Hob laughed the same way.

It only happens in my dreams, only in dreams

As the song slowed, so did their steps, Dream tilted his head, meeting Hob’s gaze once again, and leaned in close, Hob expected another kiss, instead, he was blessed with three words,

‘I love you.’

In beautiful dreams.

Hob let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Emotion surged through him, heating up his blood. He gazed back at Dream, shock clearly visible in his face. Dream just chuckled, cradling his face carefully,

‘Is it so surprising?’ his words were barely more than a whisper, settling in Hob’s bones, nestling beside the three other words, slotting comfortably in his heart.

‘A wee bit,’ Hob admitted, shyly,

Dream hummed thoughtfully, ‘Then, I have failed as your beloved.’

Before Hob could protest, Dream pulled him close, and pressed his forehead to his. The cold, solid weight grounded him.

‘I shall make it my primary duty to remedy this.’

Hob let out a breathy chuckle, dizzy from the cheap champagne, or the affection Dream was dishing out.

‘You already have, love.’

Dream smiled again, a sight that was becoming less and less rare, thanks to Hob.

‘Perhaps…we could stay for another hour.’

Hob pretended to think about it, running his hands up and down Dream’s back,

‘Nah, let’s get out of here, I’ve had enough socialising.’

Dream beamed. The only way Hob could get a bigger reaction was if he proposed to him. 

AO3

[quetzalpapalotl]

Mikey: But yeah, so why Shockwave? OK, so Shockwave, you came up with this idea a good long while back, which means there was never an Onyx Prime, it was all a tissue of lies. But why? After every major villain in IDW has gone the redemptionist route, with the exception of stuff like Scorponok and Sentinel or whatever, why didn't you take Shockwave down that road? Do you just like him more as a villain or? John Barber: Uh… I do… again, he does not see himself as the villain. What I thought would be interesting is not that when he regains his emotions he suddenly realizes everything he's done has been wrong, as much as he realizes why everything he's done didn't work. Sure, maybe there's things he does, he thinks he did, were on the same way. Optimus probably feels that. But he doesn't, but it isn't necessarily 4 million years of his life were just mind control or were just something that he can walk away from, because it was still part of him. You know, that was still a thing he did. And the idea of it being more of a synthesis than a recovery. And when you pull back on it, like, he was still manipulating stuff. I don't know if James has the same take on the character, on Senator Shockwave, but he was still manipulating things. He was still conspiring, he was still working in the background to have his vision of what was right become the dominant vision. You know, that's what he was always doing, that's what he got in trouble for. And maybe he was right then, but there was still what he was doing, you know. So  even getting his emotions back kind of continues that. "OK, well, I'll be in the shadows pulling strings and conspiring to make Cybertron what I think Cybertron should be." So that's my take on the character.

I love this take on Shockwave. I love Onyx!Shockwave so much.

[megatron-is-a-mattereel-gurl]

So I was going through my saved videos from Tiktok on my phone. i have a lot of edits and gacha videos saved to use as audios for future edits and/or animatics

And one of them was a "Nobody's Son, Nobody's Daughter" audio.

And I just got a sorta sad idea to use.

Smokescreen/Alpha Trion and Thunderhowl/Onyx Prime.

Like "Nobody's Son" is Smokescreen w/ alpha trion faintly behind him, and "Nobody's Daughter" is The Same, But Thunderhowl and Onyx Prime. Even Better if it's my Fan Contunity.

[empresskadia]

imma come at you with the OC asks: #4, #5, and #11 for Raya, Lana, and Novarell (i need to know more about your OCs pls gimme im thirsty for content with the beautiful bbies)

I’M SCREAMING!!! I WANT TO TALK ABOUT THEM SO BADLY, AHHHHHHHHH *rocking back and forth in excitement* I could kiss you!! This is gonna be ✨ l o n g ✨

#4 Lore dump about ocs

Raya

Where do I even start?? This is the short version and I passed over a lot of details, Raya and her cousins were all raised in a military family, more specifically in the Hood family. It’s not the most known fact due the last name differences but Admiral Terrence Hood is her uncle and she was mostly raised by him and his wife. Her parents were apart of the UNSC but they were rarely ever home, Raya spend most of her time with her uncle and aunt or attending military school with her cousins.

Around the same time the war started, Raya’s parents asked what she wanted for her 14th birthday, all she really wanted was time with her parents, so they went on a vacation together. However, the planet gets attacked while their there, and Raya ends up getting saved by an ODST while her parents are killed, the last thing she even remembers from that night, is watching the man who saved her get stabbed while the pelican was taking off.

It takes two more weeks before she’s finally taken back to earth and reunited with her family, it’s Terrence that sees her first and asks what happened. After they talk, Raya takes his hand and gives it a squeeze but doesn’t cry, she can’t find it in her and it’s a note that Terrence makes. He ends up putting her in therapy but it doesn’t really go anywhere, Raya is just refusing to grieve and never really processes it.

By the time she’s 18, she enlists immediately and her military career starts, by the age of 22, she’s scouted out to become an ODST and climbs the ranks. She works mainly on the frontlines but has the odd missions of undercover or assassinations, at the age of 32 her entire unit gets wiped out and the only reason she survived is because she didn’t listen to orders.

After this event, she gets called back to earth for a psychological evaluation but ends up stopping by Admiral Hood’s office and she breaks down about it to him and this is the first time he’s seen her cry. She doesn’t get sent to the frontlines again for a good six years, doing mainly undercover missions and dealing with insurrectionists as a lonewolf.

In 2548, she’s recruited for the experimental phase of the Spartan-IV program and by 2551 has been promoted to commander.

There is such much more but this is scratching the surface.

Lana

I’m still working on her story, but what I have so far is that Lana attended military school with her cousins and brothers, she’s normally very quiet and got bullied for it until Raya snapped one day and beat the kids up [Lana didn’t tell anyone because she didn’t wanna be a bother], this was right after Raya lost her parents.

When she was 12, her dad got a form of incurable disease and slowly started dying, she would often get sent to stay with family while her parents were constantly at doctor appointments. While visiting him in the hospital, he starts teaching her to draw and it becomes their thing, when she finally turns 18, her dad tells her “No point in wasting away with me, go live.” And ends up becoming a marine. She becomes an ODST at 25 but ends up getting taken by ONI to do undercover ops. In 2549, she gets pulled into the Spartan-IV program after the first set of augmentations are done with the first group of experiments.

I know in 2552, she gets put onto Kilo-Five as a stealth operative.

Novarell

Also a work in progress,

Nova is an original Predacon that was put into stasis by Onyx Prime and Solus Prime. She was more curious about how Cybertronian lived and was taught by Onyx to change forms. This resulted in her getting pretty much casted out and Solus took her in and taught her how not to be a beast pretty much. Nova had pleaded to the Predaking alot about the great cataclysm coming but wouldn't hear her out. She was ready to die with her brother but Onyx wanted to ensure at least one Predacon survived, so he and Solus put her into stasis.

She was accidentally woken during the war and was confused as hell at the state of Cybertron. She ended up killing bots on both sides in self-defense as the autobots thought of her as a con and the cons had never seen this predacon before.

Not her proudest moment, but she ended up draining the Energon from the bots she killed to sustain herself. She meets some predacons but realizes they aren't from her Era of life. Nova ends up killing them seeing them as weaker and is disgusted by them.

There is a brief period where Nova tries to find any of her kind still alive that isn't a knockoff. During this time, she helps several autobots in battles but their all confused as to why a predacon is turning against the cons. Nova never stays and flies off. Novarell ends up destroying a deception base and using the portal in there to find her way to Earth. Only to find the place crawling with predacons and loses her mind for a minute and goes on a killing spree. In her grief, she finds a cave that's filled with Energon and returns to stasis.

Flash forward years, and someone [probs cons] finds the cave she's residing in and starts mining the now energon crystals; they don't realize there is a GIANT dragon in the cave and hit a deposit that's above her and the vibration pulls her out of stasis and she's grumpy. She yawns and sniffs the air and growls, she attacks the bot and it's over within a minute before Nova transforms and stretches, how long had it been since she took on this form?

She leaves the cave and makes sure to cause a landslide to block it, she'll be able to dig at it later. Before transforming again and flying off to figure out what had happened.

#5 One individual fun fact

Raya

Her eyes used to be honey brown. Raya was going actively blind before augmentation with the war she’s fought in for 20+ years, between the explosions and flashes of plasma, it started taking a bad turn on her vision. She originally started losing her sight at 16 but never told anyone thinking it was normal until she told her uncle about it at 18, there was no point in making a big deal about it between the war and her going through boot camp that they just got her long-lasting contacts. In 2548, Admiral Hood was thinking about having her retire with her vision being so bad but ONI wanted her for the Spartan-IV program with her mission record. Due to the program still being in the experimental phase, they offered her the Spartan-II augmentation, Occipital Capillary Reversal regardless of if failure meant permanent blindness. She jumped on the wagon so fast and the augmentation was a success, however this resulted in her eyes turning into a golden color instead of brown and she can see in the dark.

From her father’s side, she’s from Ukrainian descent, I had to share this too.

Lana

Girl got cheated on by her fiancé while she was deployed and only finds this out because one of her cousin’s had evidence, she confronts him and he says very hurtful things and the main one that she remembers till this day is “you are no good.” And her responds is “you honestly couldn’t have waited till I was six feet under? I would’ve died sooner than later and you couldn’t have let me die thinking you loved me?”

Novarell

Nova and the original Predaking came from the well of allspark together, so they considered each other siblings and were very close until Nova started interacting with Cybertronians and learned how to transform, they started fighting a lot and he practically casted her out but could never bring himself to kill her. She still loves her 'brother' very much and misses him.

#11 OC Moodboard of choice

I’m only gonna do Raya for this, the other two aren’t quite finished

Raya

[bloominglegumes]

Ok so note, it’s still a wip, so it’s not fully complete but some of the ideas are

Micronus is the minicons

Onyx the beast formers(which would include the maximals and predecons)

And note, this is for subspecies, not factions, so there wouldn’t be one for autobots and decepticons,

Still trying to figure out what counts as subspecies

And if I should put all beast formers(like the insecticons and such) or have the insecticons be their own subspecies, a sort of hive mind one

I know I want one for the titans(which I have a whole idea on types of titans, and how astrotrain could count as a titan) and triple changers,

I also had this idea of headmasters being a subspecies but am a bit iffy on it,

I also just wondered if cybwrtronians with animal robot modes should count as their own subspecies or as part of the beast formers, and what their relation with beast formers would be

Probaly won’t have girls be an entire subspecies and just not give gender, more have it that they are all trans in that each one chooses its gender

Anyways, if you would like brainstorm it with me, I would be completely down, just tell me

ooh i like what you've got so far!! i hope you don't mind if i word vomit back at you,,

i really wish transformers fiction had like.a reasonable way to explain the different sizes and types of cybertronians since as far as i'm aware there aren't any tf universes that .reproduce in a way that passes on physical traits to offspring so evolution in the way we're used to probably isn't an option.,?? but there clearly are distinct types that are made of groups too large and have differences too great to just be individuals that are like,, racecar vs warframe, that can more or less switch their alt mode to something generally similar to their original

like i'm sure this is what you're referring to as well, there's massive difference between minicons and titans and the main autobot cars right.,.even between ground vehicles and fliers,.

okkokok i don't know if you're basing your ideas off a specific existing continuity or making your own here but the ones i'm most familiar with at the moment are cartoon g1, aligned, idw1, and then some of animated so i'm mostly sourcing my braindumping out of those

so the alternative to like.survival of the fittest over generations of passing on traits seems to be. possibility one is that a higher power like the original primes or another kind of pressure arranges for existing cybertronians close in location or social standing to get reformatted into the subspecies that you've mentioned above, for greater chance of survival in their environment, to be useful in terms of functionism, or something else that i can't think of right now..

or another possibility could be that all cybertronians simply get born from the allspark or the matrix or whatever with like. a random chance of emerging as a beastformer or a triple-changer or anything, or if i pull this back towards your ideas of the primes representing these subspecies, maybe the primes would have had some sort of control over the physiology of the new cybertronians,,,,but then i get the question of why would they do that.,,. and then theres the question of,, if a bot gets reformatted or gets a full-frame overhaul or something, like idw megatron going from mining tank to handgun to space thingy to.i think some kind of tank again,, does the change in frame type change what the individual is classified as?,.;']?

and then also do you happen to have any ideas/hcs of how these subspecies are different from each other apart from the obvious bit of the alt modes? bc i don't know if anything has suggested that there are in canon series, but i think there really should be because its fictional alien robot biology and its cool and im always craving it

[crying-fantasies]

The talk (and the lack of it in the right moment)

Masterlist

Eukarians or beast formers in general share a lot with organics, if you thought humans look a lot like cybertronians then you haven't seen an eukarian before, most of them not only have physical and physiological that functions like an organic organism, they can eat meat and vegetables of things on the colony since every living being there has some degree of energon in their bodies too, their bodies can change and heal faster, be more sustainable, all thanks to the blessings of Onyx Prime!

Still, there are some necessities coming along with it (it was the necessity to have a bigger army)

Every orbital cycle, sometimes more times than others depending on the tribe and alt mode, Eukarians initiate mating protocols and start to go along with it, Cheetor isn't exactly sure how it goes with the other tribes but generally most single or conjuxless bots try to catch the attention of others, if there is attraction then they can interface, if things go smoothly both will sparkbond and become conjunx, get sparked and take care of the resulting sparkling, that's the best one could hope for, but there really are some that just do the do and then they are gone, leaving the other bot fending for themselves and the sparkling, happens more times than not since some have it in their CNA behavior of their alt mode or because they are a pain in the aft.

"Huh, I thought we couldn't reproduce" the unsaid question is good while you keep on putting ice packs around him.

"You spend too much time with cybertronians" Cheetor almost looks annoyed, he doesn't have any problem with other bots but he wasn't pleased with the ideas they gave to his sparkling, "we can reproduce"

"Totally normal for bots, peachy"

"No idea why cybertronians lost their own, who knows, really, but we can do it as easy as we can expect a new spark to emerge from Chela's body" Cheetor wants to pet the head of his sparkling, but the threatening sound coming from Viperus intake is enough to stop and go back, "just like you"

"It's troublesome"

Well, indeed it is, some bots get it harder than others, when Cheetor was given the explanation of why his energon lines were burning hot or why he wanted to have any contact with any surface around he said the same thing in between a yowling roar before collapsing on the nearest surface, the cold floor or a cold stone were always the best options, there was also the idea of courtship or the occasional fragging to please the protocol for a while, but it was so taxing to keep at it without opening his spark chamber and end up bonding by accident, the idea to sire wasn't his main priority at the moment.

That's how it went for a while, at least before humans arrived to the colony, most bots took immediate pity or discomforting anxiety with them, so soft they looked like easy prey, so vulnerable that many took humans in their servos or paws to get them back to the space bridge before somebot stepped on someone or a bigger prey took them away, going along the "Oh, for Onyx Prime's sake, how can your be so soft" that quickly changed it's worried tone to one of amusement accompanied with some gentle poking, Cheetor has always been a curious youngling and that didn't change when he got humans around he quickly noticed how soft their hands were.

Maybe it wasn't the best, much less when they got wind of how things went for organics.

"You what?"

"Ah, it's totally normal, we go around this more times than not"

"You what?!"

Femmes like organics bleed and don't die, they smell like carrier in certain days, mech like organics let out pheromones that shout they can go at it anytime.

How did your species survive for so long?

It was an eruption of worry and excitement all over again, Cheetor would have been happy to know before, but alas, every bot older than him seemed to forget about his inexperience just like when his first protocol took over and he was now at the mercy of his starting mating protocol with you around, it was embarrassing enough as it was but he didn't had a nice and clear working brain processor when his face shoved in your midsection before going south when you were petting the fur around his shoulder plates.

You asked if he was okay while shoving his head away, the denial and rejection hitting him harder than you really believed, looking at his hurt expression, like someone just punched him in the stomach while he tried to escape, he didn't want it to go this way, Cheetor knew you saw him like a new spark even when he was millions of years older than you, he didn't want to be put under a way more unwanted light for you.

"I'm sorry, are you alright?"

He was a fool to think you would be anything but soft and worried for his wellbeing, he didn't want to take advantage, so he only accepted the occasional scratch of your nails on his derma,the next time it happened he was mentally ready while also asking you beforehand if you wanted to be with him in that way.

Having an affirmation and a loving new flustered look on you did nothing but make his engine going when your usually kind scratches started to go where he wanted, you were a little insecure about it but he guided your hand back to his interface panel with gentle servos and ventilation system going overboard, giddiness and heat coiling deep on his tank while he rubbed his face plate to your cheek before kissing it fervently when he finally moved away his modesty plate and you touched in curiosity what you could, making Cheetor moan while almost overwhelming you with the weight of his body over yours before stopping himself and start to touch you too.

Mating protocols are such a pain.

It's nothing to worry about for him now, since he has you and a healthy bond in between, a healthy sparkling already old enough to fend for himself that was raised by you both, in terms of his people, this is the best outcome possible.

Not the same can be said for his poor sparkling.

"Well, we only have the huge urge to reproduce once a orbital cycle, not that you can't interface out of that time" he tries to be calm about this and the whole ordeal, could have been ideal to talk about it before hand? Probably, he didn't thought about it at the moment, "but since your carrier is human, and frame like male humans can reproduce everytime and frame like femmes get one earth month cycle..." Cheetor trails on his own words, looking at Viperus with apologetic optics, totally knocked out on the floor of his dark hab suit, coiled on his own large body with a frame so hot it had condensed water like sweat everywhere, "and since you have a spike and a valve like me..."

"And we don't exactly know if you can get some kind of human STD..." You add while cleaning your baby's burning derma.

He had such a furious look on his faceplate, rightfully so.

"Why didn't you two think twice before going head first on alien junk?"

There wasn't a necessity with the already said implications and the terrible heat and rut his own circuits and energon was suffering.

"I hate you both so much"

"We know you don't mean it"

"We love you too, Viper"