#spark merging

[therightatriumoftheheart]

Here’s your treat, poll winners pffff... eat up!

[quilloleander]

Back in Time to Love You

Sometimes the greatest tragedy of love is loving someone too late. Orion Pax wishes he can say he knew how to love, but that wouldn't be true. Luckily Optimus is here to rectify his past self's mistakes.

I have nothing to say except, if you know the "need him pregnant" poll going around. VOTE FOR MEGATRON AND MAKE HIM WIN.

*cough* that is all, thank you.

If Megatron wins, I will do an SG OPMeg request one-shot book (and yes I will be open to Spark Merging requests skskskks).

Ao3 Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66132490

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Optimus wishes their first time was filled with the love he had for his conjunx, yet for all his flaws, a liar he was not.

—

The life of a cogless miner was not easy. If mining energon deep within the bowels of their unstable planet was not enough of a hint to how terrible their lives were, the constant fear of being taken by a cogged bot should show how hard it was. As horrible as it was, it was just another part of the system that even they - the cogless - had to participate in. It was a well-known fact that aside from being a miner, there were other occupations for the cogless. Sometimes, they could be bought out of the mines to become personal servants or assistants to cogged bots who needed an extra servo or two to help them in their daily lives. Those were the lucky ones. More often than not, there were those who were taken out of the mines... only to become shareware or "conjunxes" to cogged bots who may or may not truly care for them at all.

So, in such a system, it was no surprise that cogless bots had to get... creative... to avoid such a fate.

One of the most common ways to "lower" one's value so that there would be less chance of a cogged bot wanting them was to spark merge with another cogless bot. While the term "conjunxes" was meant to be romantic in nature, for a cogless, it really didn't mean anything more than a business transaction. Of course, there were genuine relationships among the cogless bots and some who did spark merge because they genuinely liked the other bot, but most of the time it was merely a deal between two bots.

There were no romantic feelings or attraction involved.

There isn't supposed to be.

Dee knew that.

He did.

And yet...

It was the sound of a pebble scuttling against the ground that Dee remembered the most. It wasn't even Pax's yellow optics staring down at him from above, or the rapid whirring of his spark as Dee's digits shook, that was the detail that repeated in his processor. It was the small noise that he tried to cling onto the most, because to remember the other details would be to remember the coldness of it all. The mines were always cold, but that was nothing compared to the apathy in Pax's optics.

He knows it isn't Pax's fault. After all, Pax didn't owe him anything.

And yet...

"Well? I don't have all lunar cycle, Dee." Pax rolled his optics, his servos braced against the ground as he caged Dee against it. His dermas was drawn into a tight frown, his faceplates merging together to show how irritated he was becoming. "You were the one who proposed this little deal. If you want to back out, then say so already. I could be in the archives right now. I don't have time to deal with you and whatever malfunction has entered your processor this time. If you want a conjunx, there's plenty of bots out there who would happily agree. Be grateful I'm even considering this."

Despite the harsh words, Pax reached out a servo and started to pet at Dee's helm - and though it stung his spark to see how frustrated Pax was at him... Dee enjoyed the comfort. He knew in his own way, Pax did care for him. This was why he was here in the first place. Pax had rejected other bots who had tried to ask him to be their conjunx.

So it meant a lot that Pax had agreed when Dee had asked him.

If it had to be anyone, Dee was secretly glad that it was him that Pax wanted.

Even if he didn't like him that way.

With shaking servos, Dee reached towards his chassis, digits grasping at the seams before he finally managed to dig into them. Manually, he slowly pried it open to reveal his spark chamber, and for a moment the blue light of it nearly engulfed the yellow glow of Pax's optics. Then the brightness dimmed, or perhaps his optics had adjusted to the sudden light, and all Dee could see was the curiosity in Pax's optics as he stared into Dee's spark. A part of him felt embarrassed, knowing that this was the first and perhaps the only time he'd ever expose himself so vulnerably like this. A part of him was scared that Pax would... laugh, yet after a few more kliks of staring, Pax reached out to his own chassis. There was no hesitation in his movement as he opened his spark chamber, his servos moving methodically as if this was nothing to him.

Dee tried to hold on his gasp as green light nearly blinded him. It was a dark green spark, its presence somehow overpowering his own even as Pax had remained on top of Dee, unmoving. Dee couldn't help but stare deeply into Pax's spark chamber, trying to commit the sight to memory even as his spark whirred with pain at the thought that Pax was only doing this for the sake of lowering his value. Even so, as he stared into Pax's spark, Dee realized that perhaps it wasn't Pax's purple that was his favorite color... but rather the green of his spark... 

This is the closest he will ever come to knowing Pax.

"Hold still." Pax muttered softly, the servo on Dee's helm moving down to brace itself against his shoulder. Dee nodded, even though he knew Pax didn't really need an answer from him. He kept his optics trained above as Pax slowly lowered himself to press against him. 

It was the warmth that registered in his processor first. A gnawing heat that begun deep within his spark chamber and began to claw its way through his whole frame and into his entire system. He felt his cooling fans kick in, his intake gasping open as he tried to cycle more air into his vents. He could feel Pax's servo clamp tighter against his shoulder, the other one that was by his helm grasping desperately against the rocky ground. Through the haze, Dee could have sworn he saw smoke coming out of Pax's smokestacks, yet he didn't have time to process that as he felt his spark whirr faster - attaching itself to Pax's. A sliver of electricity cascaded down his wires and he jolted up, servos grasping onto the frame above him as he nearly pulled Pax closer. He thinks he may have screamed before the merging completely took over.

For a long moment, there wasn't a D-16 and there wasn't an Orion Pax.

They both simply... were.

Two sparks merged as one, their emotions leaking into one another, becoming one another, as their beings absorbed everything about the other. 

For a moment, Dee found himself lost within the secrets of his own spark. The love he had for the other mech, and the willingness to do anything for him. He felt their sparks whirr together in tandem, their frames turning searing hot as the feelings he held passed through the merging. Somehow, he knew he was crying, the chill of the cooling agent against his cheekplates a welcome distraction from the overwhelming heat around him. There was so much in the bond that he never wanted Pax to know. The longing. The wanting. The desperation to stay by Pax's side even when he knew the other didn't like him the same way. It choked him, nearly sending his processor into emergency stasis as the strength of his conviction towards Pax nearly overwhelmed the bond. It felt as though his very spark was pressing tightly against Pax's and refused to let go.

Then in response...

Cold.

One so painful that it overrode the warmth of the bond and shocked Dee into awareness.

Yet the merging wasn't done. He had no choice but to lay there and take everything that Pax felt for him, the way his own spark had done to Pax's. This time, Pax's spark pushed back against his own, almost as if it was rejecting him. If the heat was unbearable before, the cold was downright agonizing as though it was freezing the energon in his wires. It drowned him in its apathy. The contempt. The pity. The condescension. There was no hint of emotion in it and Dee nearly felt as if he was being siphoned out as Pax he laid there on the ground, his blue optics gazing upwards at yellow optics that seemed to stare down at him with disappointment. With each passing klik, it felt as though Pax's spark was bullying his back into his spark chamber, and that momentary bliss ebbed away until Dee felt sick. He didn't know when, but he had stopped clinging onto Pax's frame, which made it easier for the other mech to pull away once both their sparks had separated and returned to their chambers.

Pax quickly slammed his chassis close, his face devoid of any emotion that Dee nearly wanted to cry. Shakily, he got out from underneath the other mech, his servos reaching towards his chassis as he gently closed it. His spark chamber felt tender, still aching with the bond that now pulsed between the two of them.

He couldn't help it.

Dee looked up at Pax, his blue optics watering with cooling agent.

Pax met his gaze without flinching.

Then a pitying smile crossed his face, and Dee was sure he would have rather taken Pax's disgust than this.

"I'm flattered, Dee, but you're not my type of bot." Pax patted his shoulder, as if he was consoling him. "Don't take it personally, the spark bond doesn't really mean anything. We call each other conjunxes but we both know that's just to get those cogged bots off our afts. What you feel about me? It'll pass."

Pax stood up, stretching his frame and brushing off any dirt that had gotten onto the metal.

As if what they'd done didn't change anything.

As if he was going to return back to the barracks and go to recharge like nothing had changed.

While Dee felt like his entire world was collapsing in on him.

The other mech began to walk off, leaving Dee in the dark, but just before he rounded the corner, he flashed Dee a smile over his shoulder.

"If it helps, you're a pretty mech, Dee. Anyone would be lucky to have you."

And he was gone.

And all Dee wanted to say was that it didn't matter if anyone else wanted him.

Because he only loved Pax...

Even if Pax could never love someone like him at all.

—

"Careful, sweetspark, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you weren't happy to see me."

Megatron refrained from rolling his optics, his servos creaking as he curled them into fists. The dust had settled in the air between them, the light from outside lighting up the small cave they had both fallen into during their battle. He hadn't wasted a single moment, choosing to blast his way out of there with his cannon. It had been risky, turning his back on the Prime and haphazardly shooting at the fallen debris until he had created a safe way out, yet Megatron hadn't cared. If he was to die in that cave, then he'd happily take the Prime out with him. He should leave now, there was enough room for him to transform and fly back towards the Decepticon base. Yet something in the Prime's word forced him to look back, his dermas set into a tight frown as he looked at a mech that he once adored... someone he may have gladly died for.

"The circumstances make that clear, Prime." He growled out, wanting nothing more than to return back to the base. Megatron could already hear Starscream's lecture in his audials.

Yes, he was reckless.

Yes, he should not have fought the Prime on his own.

Yes, he shouldn't be indulging Optimus in banter.

"Don't be like that, Dee." Megatron startled when he felt a servo against the side of his helm, his brief irritation blinding him enough that the Prime was somehow able to move closer. The other's voice had lowered, his face mask withdrawn to show the soft smile on his face as he pressed closer towards Megatron. He took a step back, cursing internally when his wings scratched against the stone walls of the cave. The Prime took it as an opportunity to slam his servos against the side of Megatron's helm, caging him in. "Don't tell me you're still upset about our little argument? I lifted your banishment cycles ago, and yet you didn't come back to me... It's been so long since we were together alone... Now that we have the chance, why don't you tell your Prime what's keeping you away from me? Is it the High Guard?"

Megatron tried to move his helm back, yet there was not enough room. He felt Optimus' warmth near his audials, his words soft despite the threat that laid within. "Say the word, and I'll have all of them executed. Every single one. I have you now. You're safe, okay? They can't control you while I'm here. Everything will be okay, Dee. Let's get you home. I have a nice warm berth waiting for you. No more of this fighting. We both know you're too much of softspark for this war."

Optimus nuzzled the side of his helm, the servos that trapped him moved slowly down until Megatron felt himself be pulled into an embrace. He felt himself nearly choke when he felt digits try to pry at his chassis, as if Optimus was trying to—

He felt a searing anger in his spark and without hesitation, Megatron slammed his helm against the Prime's, feeling satisfied when he felt a trickle of energon against his face.

The Prime stumbled back, red optics blown wide as if he couldn't believe what had just happened.

"Sweetspark—"

"Call me that again, Prime, and I'll rip your voice box out of you!" He snarled, the memory of Pax nearly ripping Starscream's voice box popping up in his processor. It wouldn't even compare to all the atrocities Optimus had committed these past cycles, and Megatron was done feeling guilty at the idea of harming a mech who thinks he could play with Megatron's feelings. 

He would never fault his old self for loving Pax.

D-16 was many things.

Naive. Too trusting. Too loyal. Too much of a doormat.

But Megatron would never fault him for being in love.

Never that.

"Do you think I would fall for your lies, Optimus?" He couldn't help the indignant and pained laugh that came from his staticky voice box, cycles of longing and hurt pooling out of him as he confronted Optimus with everything that he had wanted to say for so long. "I love you... I loved you... That day we became conjunxes and spark merged, even if I knew how you felt, I still loved you. It didn't matter to me that you didn't want me, or you didn't see me that way, so long as I had a place by your side, I could have endured anything so long as I got to be with you. Even if I knew you didn't really like me... even though I knew you were using me... I didn't care. I didn't care when you would pin your mistakes on me. I didn't care when the mining supervisors docked my energon quota or made me do more shifts because of you. I didn't care that all your gifts were bribes or that you dragged me into situations I didn't want to be in. I loved you enough to blind myself to everything because I foolishly thought that maybe one day you would care enough to at least... try to love me."

He'd said these words before.

Soundwave had helped him process everything... after... everything.

Yet it didn't stop the cooling agent from leaking down his face as the words poured out of him again.

Because no matter how many times he's promised himself to let go.

A part of him could never stop loving Pax.

"If you want my helm displayed in Iacon, then you'll have to find a better excuse to draw me back. You'll have to break all my limbs and drag me screaming because there is no way I am ever falling for this. You don't get to pretend to love me, Prime." He took a deep vent, forcing down all the rage and sadness he held. "You don't get to do this to me, Pax. I won't let you."

He'd never been brave enough, no matter how many times Starscream had begged him to do it.

Yet seeing Optimus pretend to want him, all Megatron felt was disgust.

A good fact about spark merges...

They were very easy to break.

He closed his optics, the bond shattering between them. A searing pain began to spread through his chassis, and he nearly purged as it tore through his system. Yet... it wasn't as painful as he thought it would be. It felt like a quick burn, the same type of agony he felt in his arm each time he used his cannon. It barely lasted for a few seconds...

And yet there was a scream.

He opened his optics, confused until he looked down to find the Prime curled up on the ground, servos grasping at his chassis as if...

He should care.

He really should.

Yet Megatron could only bitterly laugh as he looked down at Optimus.

"Oh." He wanted to die. He wanted Optimus to die. "You really are cruel, Prime. Why now?"

Megatron shook his helm, unable to bring himself to sympathize with the Prime. It didn't matter, really. They both had a war to win. What did it matter if they held feelings for one another? Megatron would never let himself be vulnerable to Optimus ever again, and Optimus didn't deserve anything from him. He turned around, preparing himself for the long journey back to the base.

He had hardly taken a few steps before he felt something slam against his back.

He spluttered, energon seeping out of his intake as he fell forward, an excruciating pain blooming against his back. His servos clung to the rocky ground as his HUD began to flash with warnings. He barely had time to read any of them before he felt another hit against him, this time against his wing panels. He screamed, desperately trying to crawl away but he felt the axe disengage from his back before slamming down once again.

He could feel the wires in his frame snap, the axe slamming over and over and over. Megatron tried to summon his weapon system, yet the pain was too overwhelming as Optimus continued to tear through him, energon coating the ground and the walls as the world around him began to darken.

—

'I loved you. I loved you. I loved you.'

It was that phrase that repeated in Optimus' processor.

It wasn't even the torture in his spark when Dee had broken their conjunx bond, though it had hurt and he felt as though he would die again.

Loved.

As if Dee was allowed to ever move on from him.

He didn't know how long he kept repeating that phrase in his processor until he finally snapped back into reality, surprised to find that at some point his battlemask had snapped back into place. He quickly sent a code to open it, venting hard as he tried to focus on what was in front of him.

Optimus was always fond of blue.

But not like this.

He let out a staticky noise, optics gazing at the blue energon that coated the walls and the floor. In the mess, he could hardly even recognize Dee underneath it all - his conjunx's white frame completely broken and stained with blue.

Optimus felt his legs give out from underneath him, his servos scrambling to pull Dee into his arms as if he could somehow stop the bleeding that way. The other mech let out a strangled gasp, frame still fighting against him as if Dee was trying to get away from him. Optimus could barely look at the axe that had fallen out of his hold, the edge of it stained with Dee's energon.

"Dee! Primus, I— It's okay. You'll be okay!" He could hear the desperation in his voice even as he tried to look through his internal comms. He didn't know how fast a medic could get to where they were, but they better get there as soon as they could, otherwise Optimus would have a new helm to display for all of Iacon to see. "Shhh, I have you Dee. I have you."

"D-d-don't." Even with his optics closed, Dee could still speak, though it came out in short bursts of static. Optimus held onto him tighter, trying to will him alive. "D-d-don't t-touch me."

"I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean to do this, right?" He could feel his vents rising in frequency, his helm shaking as he tried to convince Dee. "I would never hurt you! I didn't... You hurt me first! I... I didn't mean to do this! I would never... Dee, you know I love you, don't you?"

He paused, waiting for the other mech to do or say anything.

Carefully, dulling blue optics opened to stare up at him, and Dee only smiled as energon pooled out from the edge of his intake.

"Optimus... Pax... whoever you are..." His conjunx let out a pained laugh. "You don't love me. You don't know how to."

Then once bright blue optics turned a dull gray... the rest of his frame following after.

Optimus didn't even have time to process what had happened before he felt the Matrix thrum in his chassis.

And the world turned dark around him

—

No, Optimus knew deep down that back when he had been Orion Pax... he didn't love Dee.

He didn't know how to.

Orion Pax didn't know how to appreciate what he had.

He always wanted more.

He would never fault his old self for wanting more.

Orion Pax was many things.

Demanding. Too aggressive. Too determined. Too much of a dreamer.

But Optimus would never fault him for any of that.

But what he could never forgive himself for... was choosing to love too late.

—

Optimus startled awake, surprised to find that he was in the mining barracks once more... and yet...

He stumbled out of the berth, his large frame unable to fit the old charging berth that he'd once had. He looked around, realizing immediately that somehow... he was back in the past. He could see some of his old cogless colleagues, their faces relaxed in recharge. He didn't waste time in any of them as he quickly snapped his attention forward, his spark panicking slightly when he noticed the empty berth across from him.

It took him a few kliks to notice the huddled frame on the ground in front of it. Optimus didn't waste anytime, immediately rushing towards Dee who was curled up on the ground, letting out small whimpers as he held onto his chassis.

Optimus didn't know what was wrong, but he pulled Dee closer to himself, running gentle servos down his frame.

Dee's hazy blue optics looked up at him, unseeing as he muttered softly, "Pax..."

He gently shushed him, holding his conjunx with the intent of never letting him go again.

"I have you."

[omnipotentgarlicbread]

The full picture is under the cut, it contains spark bonding.

This is one of my favorite pieces from recently

I've had this idea for a while actually- I can't believe I actually made it finally tho 🦐

[ask-a-bot]

... This first question is very specific. Why do you want to know? I believe spark merging enables to bots to share thoughts, emotions and sensations with one another. Even dreams. I... I would like to try it. One day. Perhaps.

My apologies, Sir. It was a strange question. I have recently spark merged with someone and I feel... strange. My spark itches? And I keep getting intrusive thoughts and sensations. Just wondered if it was a side-effect and it sounds like it is. We decided to without learning about it first or anything. Does this mean it's as binding as a conjunx ritus?

Thank you. I feel very much better.

I'm glad you're feeling better!

Thanks for the welcome back! I, Starscream, am very happy to be home. Bumblebee and Kup have gone off again though.

I hope you feel more at home now. Shame that Bumblebee couldn't stick around.

Anyway, take care! I've sent rust sticks, cobolt glazed bolts and cygars for Kup. Hope you all like them!

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I have not spark merged with anyone. I have heard that it makes us vulnerable – during the war, an enemy could have tortured or even killed someone by capturing and then hurting the one whom they merged their spark with. Stupidly dangerous thing to do during a war. Never make yourself vulnerable to your enemies.

As to your question, try consulting with a medic that specialises in the spark.

Thank you. Could you persuade Starscream to stop making such a fuss?

I'm delighted to be home! Thank you for the sweeties!

The, uh... goodies... were much appreciated! Thank you for sending them.

[drill-bits]

The fact that First Aid and everyone else (I think everyone else as well?) don't realize that Drift's making a sparkling is both so funny and so sad because on the funny side it's HILARIOUS that no one knows what's going on here, but on the sad side it's like, oh, of course no one recognizes it, they've been at war for millions of years, the stress from that means no one would have been having sparklings so no one would realize what's going on with Drift

There is a huge grand conspiracy (and millions of years of history of violence and war)

I am aware of how tremendously expansive the IDW transformer in-world history is. I am a stickler for making shit make sense while also playing pretend w my dolls.

So i am Making Shit Up and creating a Method of Creation of a New Transformer (spark frame and all), a race that is historicalky Violent and Destructive, that hinges ENTIRELY on true, undeniable, immeasurable love.

[cybertron-after-dark]

Being constantly surrounded by the presence of a loving God sounds great until you realize you never know when his freaky fuckin eyes are gonna show up to check on you.

And man. They do it a LOT.

[leovamigallery]

Merged Zamasu del juego de Dragon Ball Sparking Zero. Acuarela y Affinity Photo, 2024

[n-king-draws]

I have started reading mtmte and these two are killing me. I love it.

Also I really enjoy using stars to represent love for tf. Some other artists pointed it out to me and I can't stop thinking about it.

[rjay-unofficial]

I can't stop Drawing them I don't know whats wrong with me lol

Also Here is my comparison sheet for him, it's not not hard to differentiate between them when you seed them like this, but my friends said it was hard to parse out in game

[rozamasu]

DRAGON BALL SPARKING ZERO // Merged Zamasu

Footage: https://youtu.be/h-FcwSxBXuo?si=OPdvhnVLpxQwToNb

[zerotwoooo]

*gives meta electrical power*

There, now ride kine so he can suck on a lightbulb

"What."

"Well Kirby usually... jumps in my mouth and we use his ability to help!"

"......"

[corishadowfang]

I’d like to hear your ideas about the X-blade? ✨

Haha, I will GLADLY talk about more worldbuilding nonsense.

So, uh--more made-up KH myths, haha, but I kind of had the idea that there are all sorts of stories about Kingdom Hearts and the X-blade that are only like...partially true. They're an amalgamation of stories that have changed over time as people have told them, with probably a lot of people disagreeing on the specifics. (Which is also 100% my justification for anything someone says about Kingdom Hearts/the X-blade War/etc. that seems to contradict information from earlier; they're all just going off different stories that they've heard, which may or may not be true.) The original idea, though, was that the heart of the original world had to be locked away for its own protection, and a single individual was given the only key to unlock it and charged with protecting it. (...Uh. At least in the Fallen Stars-verse, haha.)

Anyway, I like to think that the X-blade doesn't specifically need to have "13 Darknesses and 7 Lights" to reform; that's just one of many, many stories that cropped up about it. It just needs a large amount of Light and Darkness; essentially, it's a sort of, "When things get out of balance, the weapon will return to give people the ability to access the world's heart and restore it" sort of thing.

Venitas exists because Xehanort THOROUGHLY fucked up. Like--technically the weapon just comes when there's enough light and darkness fighting in an area to cause a significant disturbance, but it's not really supposed to be like...such a big disturbance in a single person. They already had a lot going on just as a person pulled apart (like. The trauma that would've caused them, man--), but if combined with a potential Ancient Darkness/Light--it basically made a mess of things. (Congrats, Xehanort! You have created an entity that is kind of a demigod entirely by accident.)

[barttrvk]

transformers are so romantic btw everytime i learn about a new term or new thing whether or not its canon theres just so much inherent romance and emphasis on connection with others god its great

[ask-a-bot]

Hi there! It's been a while... does anyone know anything about possible after affects to spark merging?

Welcome back from your trip Bee, Star & Kup! What was the trip like?

Hope you're feeling better, Lord Megatron.

⚡️

... This first question is very specific. Why do you want to know? I believe spark merging enables to bots to share thoughts, emotions and sensations with one another. Even dreams. I... I would like to try it. One day. Perhaps.

Thank you. I feel very much better.

Thanks for the welcome back! I, Starscream, am very happy to be home. Bumblebee and Kup have gone off again though.

[drill-bits]

Ever thought about giving anyone else a bitty?

*cough cough megatron cough*

He would die I think

like literally, i think he physically would die if he tried to carry or spark merge with someone.

And I don't think he'd ever be. Like that. with anyone enough to be a sire

[rose-ramblings]

would you believe me if I said this was the first time I've drawn Corrupt Merged Zamasu without some kind of self-imposed restriction