#jetbyte

[leeemonshark]

Suddenly I remembered that I also have jetbyte fan-kids

(oh no mom is angry)

[love-byte]

😘

[mistermalaprop]

OH FUCK SKY-BYTE IS PREGANANANT--

JETFIRE NOOOO!!!! YOU'RE A SHUTTLE!!!! YOU'RE GONNA KILL HIS SHARKUSSY ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

[sky-byte2007]

The Autobots and Decepticons do the “Hear me out” cake trend.

Jetfire puts Sky-Byte onto the “Hear me out” cake.

Chaos ensues on both sides.

[lakunalaika]

This is a drawing that I started making like half a year ago I think? Only recently did I get enough motivation to finish it, Jetfire and Sky-byte are the new pieces, the rest were done before. I can't tell wether I improved or devolved.....

{click for better quality!!!!!}

Close-ups ↓

[nuclearjacks]

Inktober Day 27: JetByte

I ADORE these two in Cyberverse, please their such a cute enemies to friends to lovers!!!! Theyre my sillies💞💞💞

[warmhorizonss]

Imagining JetByte babies....omg. they have two big ol shark babies named Fang and Snaggletooth. They both like to torture their carrier by gnawing on him with their little gummy maws. Sky byte thinks it's funny but jetfire has work tomorrow and now his paint job is ruined by his toddlers! Sky byte likes to write little poems in their daycare lunch containers too. Jetfire comes home from late nights at the lab sometimes to find fang and snaggletooth curled up together, having fallen asleep while waiting on their carrier. Sky byte thinks the pups are both too cute to move 😭

[robot-rarepairs-dotcom]

TFA Jetfire 🤝 Cyberverse Jetfire

Big boyfriends with lots of teeth!

Ahem. May I introduce their trope

[whatwooshkai]

Jetbyte fic chapter one… oh lord…

[spiderscribe]

Happy day 5 of TF Rare Pairing Fest!! I was asked to write Jetfire/Sky-Byte <3 and I picked the prompt "Opera" bc I thought "of course Sky-Byte would be an opera enjoyer" and also "of course I can convincingly write about opera even though I've never been to one myself."

@tfrarepairing

In Sky-Byte’s opinion, one of the greatest benefits about the end of the war was the return of Cybertronian opera.

During his time on Earth, he’d deigned to attend a few human Earth operas, and…they weren’t horrible, he supposes, but they greatly paled in comparison to real opera performed on the majestic, twinkling stages of Cybertron. First of all, he often didn’t understand the trite, convoluted plots the humans came up with, although he did appreciate the wide range of genres they covered—and he may have shed a few coolant tears over ‘La bohème.’ Secondly, the typical songs in a classic Cybertronian opera piece were composed of notes that far exceeded a human’s vocal range, and Sky-Byte found the musical scores of Earth operas quite limiting as a result. He greatly missed seeing his diamond cube shatter in his gril and feeling like his audials were close to spitting out energon. 

When the war broke out, most of Cybertron’s opera singers were either killed on the battlefield or fled the planet without joining either faction. Sky-Byte had despaired that he’d never hear such crystal-clear notes, behold such sublime splendor, stand atop the Cybertronian stage ever again.

“But here we are now!” Sky-Byte gestures around the reconstructed amphitheatre, with its shining gold columns, magnificently carved chandelier strung with thousands of dazzling lights, and grand stage polished so brightly that its mirror shine can be seen even from their high seats in the dress circle. “At last, opera makes its triumphant return to Cybertron! I was fortunate enough to snag a pair of tickets to this group’s first performance in over seventy million cycles.” 

Jetfire gazes around the amphitheatre. A few bots are scattered in paired seats like theirs, but most of the theatre is empty. Somehow, the silence is deafeningly loud. 

“Of course!” says Jetfire. “Very fortunate.”

(read the rest on ao3!)

[sassycandypoetry]

Cyberverse AU idea

Phantom of the Opera AU with Jetfire as Christine, Starscream as The Phantom, and Sky-Byte as Raoul.

[leeemonshark]

after all these headcanons and requests about how Jetfire or Sky-Byte singing something, I had the following thought:

these two regularly go to karaoke and annoy absolutely everyone.

version without text just in case

[love-byte]

Hold my hand and I'll taaake you there 🎶

Based on this audio by Jetfire's voice actor Jeremy Levy. The song he used was Somewhere from West Side Story, so I based this (loosely) on shots from there.

Sky-byte's VA never gave a response, but it's a duet in my heart :')

[mistermalaprop]

"a moment for the poet's play"

[an angsty sky-byte (kinda jetbyte) oneshot buried in my docs that i decided to post. originally written between july-august of 2024.]

[title is a lyric from Sleeping Sun by Nightwish. it's a banger song, go listen to it.]

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Sky-Byte did not spend that much time on Earth.

Well, not the millions of years that the other Decepticons did, at least. He visited every once in a while, every couple of centuries perhaps. Humans were so finicky.

In their infant cycles, humans would try to kill Sky-Byte if he stood on their lands. It is how he adapted to his shark alt-mode, it kept him off the land and in the sea with the unique aquatic animals of Earth…

Oh… how he adored the ocean. It was the only consistent thing he enjoyed for stellar cycles. It was so different from Cybertron’s metal surface. If Sky-Byte wanted to swim on Cybertron, the most that was offered were solvent baths… even then, Sky-Byte got many glares for trying to swim in solvent. That was the reason Sky-Byte gained his ability to fly.

If Sky-Byte could not swim without judgment, then he would fly!

When humans began to write, Sky-Byte would painstakingly translate every bit of human literature and read it for himself. Most of it was primitive garbage that not even a sparkling could read, some intimate, yet… few caught his optic.

Epics, Sonnets, Limericks, Haikus, Elegies, Ballads, Ekphrases— Poetry. Sky-Byte could never get enough of it.

It was everything that Sky-Byte could ever want. Everything his spark desired… right in that tiny little human word.

Sky-Byte knew little of a Cybertronian equivalent to human poetry, perhaps there was never an equivalent. Cybertronians lacked the distinction for human music, too.

… While the war between Autobots and Decepticons simmered down— with the disappearance of both Optimus Prime and Megatron and no other Cybertronian to take their places— Sky-Byte spent his cycles studying and replicating the human art. If he were not doing that, then he was busy filling his schedule up with duels to fight against his arch-rival, Jetfire.

When he had gained enough confidence to perform his newly found art and attempt to implement it into Cybertronian customs, Sky-Byte found that his fellow Transformers were not willing to listen. He would be sooner booed off a grand stage than be heard. It was discouraging, Sky-Byte would admit… but he never gave up. Much like with his rivalry with Jetfire, Sky-Byte would never give up on such glorious art. The world needed to hear what wonderful creations he could speak! And so, no matter the response he got, Sky-Byte pushed forward in his goal to appreciate the art of poetry.

He would pursue in the name of the art; he would study and write and listen until he could speak a new haiku from the tip of his glossa, until he could improvise a ballad from a single star in the galaxy, until he could craft an elegy that moved even the toughest of sparks to tears, until he could recite epics that spanned the cosmos. Sky-Byte refused to be silenced, his passion burning brighter than the stars themselves. Despite the sneers and scoffs from his fellow Cybertronians, he continued to immerse himself in the human art of poetry, finding solace and purpose in each carefully constructed verse.

He found solace in the rhythmic flow of verses, the power of metaphors, and the beauty of language woven together to create something greater than the sum of its parts.

As he delved deeper into the world of poetry, Sky-Byte discovered that it was not just about words on a page or spoken aloud— it was a connection, a bridge between sparks. His creations began to resonate with those who were willing to listen (which were very few), sparking something within them that transcended the boundaries of their mechanical bodies. Through his poetry, Sky-Byte found a way to express his innermost thoughts and feelings and to share his experiences and dreams with others. He poured his spark into each verse, each line a reflection of his true self. Through his poetry, Sky-Byte and Jetfire were able to stand beside one another and gaze up at the clouds of dust and space particles.

… that was until the war began again. The Autobots and Decepticons were founded once more, and the battle for control of their home Cybertron was refueled once more.

Against his will, Sky-Byte was called upon to battle against the Autobots after years of “peace”. His spark heavy with conflicted emotions, Sky-Byte grudgingly joined the fray, his mind torn between his duty to his faction and his love for poetry. As he clashed with his foes on the battlefield, the echoes of sonnets and ballads still rang in his audio receptors, a bittersweet reminder of the life he had briefly tasted before the war's resurgence.

Each strike he landed and blow he received only fueled the turmoil within him, the desire for peace warring with the necessity of conflict. Jetfire, once his rival in battles of words and swords alike, now stood across from him as an adversary once more, their camaraderie shattered by the divide of factions. Their rivalry became bitter yet comical— a cliché tragedy written at Sky-Byte’s forced servo by the angry tyrant that was his leader, Megatron. On the battlefield, where screams of agony drowned out any semblance of melody, Sky-Byte yearned for the tranquility of the ocean depths, where only the soft hum of water against his hull could be heard. He longed for a moment of respite, a chance to immerse himself in the verses that had once fueled his spark.

… That leads him to tonight. Tonight.

The night his sacred energon spilled to the dust-coated metal below. The night he collapsed and held little strength to stand.

The night his optics dimmed, and his systems faltered, overwhelmed by the weight of his conflicting desires and the harsh reality of war. Sky-Byte lay on the battlefield, surrounded by the remnants of his comrades and enemies, the echoes of their clashes fading into the distance. His once proud frame now seemed small and fragile, a mere shell of the warrior he had once been.

As he struggled to rise, his optics caught a glimpse of something in the dim light of Cybertron's moon.

“Sky-Byte.” He heard his name spoken by a familiar pair of lips as if it were a forbidden word. Sky-Byte turned his weary optics to the tall figure standing by his side… Jetfire.

"Jetfire," Sky-Byte rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. The sight of his former rival filled him with a mix of conflicting emotions – gratitude for the unexpected help, bitterness at the situation that had led them to this moment, and a deep sense of loss for the time when they had stood together as friends rather than soldiers on opposite sides. “You’re here…”

“Yes, of course…” Jetfire knelt beside Sky-Byte, his expression unreadable behind the battle-worn mask. "I never thought I'd see you like this," he said quietly, his optics scanning Sky-Byte's damaged frame, “It does not feel… real.”

Sky-Byte's systems flickered weakly as he tried to muster a response, the weight of defeat pressing down on him like an iron fist. "Nor I," he managed to choke out, his voice strained with pain and exhaustion. The once-mighty warrior felt a sense of vulnerability creeping over him, his usual bravado stripped away by the harsh realities of war.

He locked optics with Jetfire, “You… were supposed to end me, Jetfire… we agreed…” Sky-Byte formed a small grin upon his lips, his derma sharp as usual for his alternative mode, “But… it was instead another… foolish Autobot…”

Jetfire's optics dimmed at the mention of their agreement, a flicker of regret passing through his optics. "I never wanted it to come to this, Sky-Byte," he replied, his voice heavy with sorrow, “It was never meant to end in such a way…”

Sky-Byte's energy levels were dipping dangerously low, the battle damage taking its toll on his systems. Despite the pain coursing through his frame, a spark of determination flickered in his optics. "You were always a worthy adversary, Jetfire," he murmured, each word a struggle to articulate. "Even in our rivalry, there was… respect."

Jetfire nodded solemnly, a sense of camaraderie mingling with the ache of loss. "We may have been on opposing sides, but I never doubted your dedication to your beliefs, Sky-Byte," he said, reaching out his servos and lifting the Decepticon, holding Sky-Byte in his arms as the battle continued all around them. It seemed as though both of their worlds only consisted of each other, at this moment. Two rivals that swore by their sparks to kill one another, now at the bitter end of their goal…

As Jetfire carried Sky-Byte through the chaos of the battlefield, a sense of surreal calm enveloped them. The sounds of clashing metal and blaring alarms faded into the background, replaced by the steady thrum of their sparks resonating in unison. Despite the weight of their conflicting loyalties and the bitter taste of defeat lingering in the air, there was a strange sense of peace settling over them. As they moved through the wreckage-strewn battlefield, Jetfire's grip tightened around Sky-Byte, offering silent support and a fleeting moment of solace amidst the turmoil. The once-bitter rivals found themselves bound together not by duty or allegiance, but by a shared understanding forged in the flame of war.

Through the haze of pain and exhaustion, Sky-Byte felt a sense of gratitude towards Jetfire for showing him compassion in his darkest hour. Despite the odds stacked against them and the scars that covered their frames, there was a glimmer of hope flickering in Sky-Byte’s spark that perhaps he would not be alone once his light was sucked back into the well.

After kliks of walking, passing by soldiers amid battle, Jetfire finally found a sheltered alcove amidst the ruins of what was once a bustling city on Cybertron. Gently laying Sky-Byte down, Jetfire knelt beside him, his optics scanning the Decepticon's damaged frame with a mixture of concern and regret.

"You shouldn't have to endure this, not like this," Jetfire murmured, his soft voice barely above a whisper amidst the chaos that surrounded them. "You deserved more than the fate that awaits you…"

Sky-Byte met Jetfire's gaze, a flicker of defiance in his optics despite his weakened state. "Perhaps... but every spark has its ending, and mine seems to be near its concluding act…" he replied, his voice barely audible as he struggled to draw in each ventilated breath. The weight of his injuries bore down on him like an unrelenting force, threatening to extinguish the last embers of his spark. Jetfire's servos hovered over Sky-Byte's as the shark spoke, his digits shaking before he finally bit the bullet and held the other’s servo.

“I do not know what I will do without you, Sky-Byte.”

Sky-Byte's optics softened at Jetfire's words, a rare sense of warmth spreading through his damaged frame. Despite the pain that wracked his systems and the knowledge of his imminent fate, there was a flicker of peace in his spark at the thought that he would not face it alone. "You do not have to think of such, Jetfire," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper as he squeezed Jetfire's servo weakly in return. "Our paths may have diverged, but our connection runs deeper than allegiance or war. We were once comrades, and at this moment, we are more than enemies. We are bound by fate, standing together."

Jetfire's optics shimmered with unshed coolant as he gazed down at Sky-Byte, his grip tightening ever so slightly in a silent promise. "I will stand by your side until the end, my old friend," he vowed, a bittersweet smile forming on his lips.

“That… is all I ask, old friend.” Sky-Byte nodded, his optics drifting off to the sky above the now dwindling battlefield, lingering on the fractured moons and the stars, “Though, I wish… I could think of.. a good haiku to bid farewell.”

Jetfire remained by Sky-Byte's side as the mech’s spark snuffed out unceremoniously, his optics locked on the still, slowly rusting form of his former rival. A heavy silence settled over the alcove as the sounds of battle continued to echo in the distance. Grief weighed heavily on Jetfire's spark as he processed the loss of a being who had once been both friend and foe. 

The cacophony of battle slowly faded away, replaced by an eerie stillness that enveloped the alcove where the two former rivals had found a moment of respite.

There was nothing to be done, so Jetfire sighed as he held Sky-Byte’s rusty frame just a little closer.

end.

[sky-byte2007]

Writing JetByte fanfics are so fun because as an aspiring shark biologist, Sky-Byte keeps getting the silliest headcanons.

Now I don’t think the type of shark Sky-Byte is was directly confirmed (if it was then yay) but it looks to me that it’s a Great White (according to the toy models).

Great Whites are notoriously known for attacking the most humans along with Bull sharks and Tiger sharks. However they’re also very silly.

Some of the things I headcanon Sky-Byte to have would obviously be insane senses. Sharks typically do have a great sense of smell although the whole ‘they can smell blood a mile away’ thing is most likely a myth. Another thing would be that he can hear pretty well too. Shark hearing has evolved to where they can hear long distances, and to where they actually can hear lower frequencies than humans.

This means that Sky-Byte would be more sensitive to lower frequency sounds. Anything loud or high pitched would scare him away since sharks typically associate these sounds with predators.

Very silly fun fact! Sharks are attracted to the sound of heavy metal music due to the low rumbling frequencies. This was used in Discovery Channel’s Bride of Jaws documentary in 2015 to help lure in Great Whites for filming purposes. So like imagine Sky-Byte putting on “calming music” and it’s just that.

Great Whites are known to swim up to 30 mph or 48.28 km/h. I like to imagine that’s how fast he can run since he can obviously fly faster if he’s able to keep pace with Jetfire.

Another thing about Great Whites is that they actually seem to have pretty good vision in the daylight. Most sharks were thought to have poor vision due to low light conditions in the water. That’s because they have an abundance of rods compared to cones. Rods typically aid in detecting movement in low light conditions while cones aid in discerning detail but require well lit conditions for it to work. Great Whites (like most sharks) were thought to fall under this category until 1985 when it was discovered that wasn’t the case.

For reference, the Smooth Dogfish has a rod to cone ratio of 100:1. The more shallow swimming Lemon Shark had a ratio of 12:1. However, the ratio for a Great White is a 4:1. This means that Sky-Byte can see in daylight and nighttime conditions.

Another thing I would say that applies to all sharks really is taste. Sharks typically don’t have good taste receptors since that’s not their primary focus when it comes to hunting or doing whatever. Typically if they spit out something, it’s because it’s not palatable for them, so I like to imagine Sky-Byte spitting out some form of energon because it’s not compatible with his systems. Good in case someone tries to poison him I guess.

One thing I find fascinating about them (as if I haven’t rambled on and on already) is the fact that Great Whites have never been successfully contained. The first aquarium to ever try was Marineland Of The Pacific in 1955 in which the shark died after 24 hours. Most of the other facilities that tried either ended up with dead sharks or had to be released. Clearly captivity isn’t for them. The Monterey Bay Aquarium was one of the first aquariums to actually hold a few in captivity, but only for a max of 168 days. Out of the 6 shark juveniles they had captured, 4 were able to put out on display. The other 2 ended up having to be released after a couple of days: one due to not feeding regularly and the other due to them constantly hitting the enclosure walls, thus leaving them susceptible to infection. Both of them ended up dying shortly after sadly. As for the other 4, they were feeding regularly but 2 of them ended up displaying severe predatory and aggressive behaviours. After chomping on the other animals on display, they were released.

I like to imagine that Sky-Byte would not do well in captivity whatsoever. That as well as the fact that Great Whites are one of those sharks that have to move continuously in order to breathe. Me being me, I gave him severe cleithrophobia or the fear of being trapped.

To end this on a more silly note, Great Whites (like most other sharks) are also curious creatures, so a funny scenario I like to imagine is Sky-Byte getting a bit too curious for his own good while Jetfire tries to make sure that he doesn’t get killed.

I should probably stop obsessing over sharks, and actually write my fic lol, but here you go I guess. Sharks are my life’s passion, and uh Sky-Byte may or may not have been the reason as to why. Love my silly shark poet so much.

[lakunalaika]

Y'all know what time it is {it's fanfic promotion time}

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51947545/chapters/131361037

That's right babeyyyy new chapter

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