#transformers cybertron adventures

[theomenmedia]

Transformers One To Collect $30M On Opening Day

"Transformers One" blasts off with a $30M+ opening weekend! The Autobots and Decepticons are back, and this time, it's personal. Dive into the origins of Optimus and Megatron like never before!

Link to the full story: https://www.theomenmedia.com/post/transformers-one-rolls-out-with-a-mighty-30m-opening-weekend

[averagecontentenjoyer121]

Just noticed something and don’t think I can unsee it

[driver270]

Nomenclature

Just be grateful that this robot kitty isn't shooting at you, Aloy.

[sphnyspinspin]

An itty bitty draft for my TF fan-continuity.

Transformers: Bold, Bright, and Brisk

(AKA The Brisk Continuity)

super catchy, I know…

On the TF Wiki for RBA Hotshot, it actually said he’s a Wrecker, and in the beginning, I was going to make Whirl a Wrecker and Hotshot an Autobot(I know the factions aren’t too different but it’s for the narrative I promise) and then I was like, what if I just did a switcheroo, and make Whirl the Autobot. Because since Hotshot is actually a Wrecker, it would just make him and Heatwave connect more in a father-son kinda way, ya know.

Also meaning Hotshot became a very famous athlete, a cube athlete nonetheless, while having a Wrecker background, which some would label as uncoordinated brutes who are only good for construction. Hotshot showed them what for. Especially by earning a scholarship after one of the most important cube games. A scholarship to a school that was founded by the Optimus Prime. With Hotshot’s popularity and experienced athleticism along with being part of a team, made him a perfect candidate to get the school more recognition, as a bonus of course. He also may or may not try to start a school cube team while he’s there as well.

Wedge is a Decepticon, obviously, and I feel like Wedge being the first, and probably the only, Decepticon Rescue Bot, he would want to be able to prove to himself and to others that he can be a great hero just like anyone else, despite having a delinquent background. He just doesn’t want to hide it this time, since he would absolutely want to inspire others who are just like him. By winning that contest that took - flexibility, strength, intelligence, and durability - he absolutely crushed it and won a full scholarship to the Academy. But, that came with the cost of the school not getting many new students, due to many not feeling too happy about a school built by Optimus Prime letting in a former trouble-maker Decepticon, which is practically just dancing on the Prime’s grave.

Having amazing test scores, an astonishing acrobatic skill set, and an indistinguishable sense of justice, Whirl is one of the most gifted students on Cybertron. Although, as much as Whirl is smart and strong she can be just as much as an eccentric wild card. Which is what most deem as, too unprofessional for such a distinguished profession such as a peacekeeper. Whirl has picked up on how most people treat her from just plainly patronizing her, to putting her up on this pedestal, to where she would be pressured to set a more proper example. And when she finally got off that pedestal is when her application to Rescue Bots Academy was finally excepted.

Being an engineer who helped repair many of the finest Sigmas for many bots was no easy task. Not to mention being a Dinobot engineer while also being scared of Dinobots. Well, Hoist isn’t necessarily scared of Dinobots, just the loud roaring, giant claws, sharp fangs, and not to mention he’s practically the runt of the litter compared to his cousins, so he could easily get squished. He has no sharp appendages or a loud roar, yet he is one of the most insightful engineers in the business. Creating advanced tools, easily repairing generators, and even creating an automated cleaning droid to help with the mess. His family immediately took notice, and they were all able to save up enough units to finally get him to where he can properly flourish his creativity.

He’s one of the stranger inhabitants of Wreck-Gar’s homeworld. Despite living in a so called dump, Medix is one of the more tidier bots who has had a strange fascination with cataloguing. Though he is one of the youngest bots within the community, he is very independent when trading supplies with pirates and handling the more unsettling creatures of the planet. Everybody knows that Junkions are practically indestructible, but it still doesn’t hurt any less when having your arm ripped off or being bitten by something venomous - that’s where Medix comes in. Until one day, an old bot who goes by Ratchet, came across the young medic who’s made a name for himself. The leader of the Junkions Wreck-Gar decided himself that the best course of action to establish stronger ties with Cybertron was to let Medix be taken underneath the renowned doctor’s servo. Very against the idea at first - the reclusive - Medix reluctantly accepted the mentorship, only under the condition that he gets to visit the zoo on the way to the academy.

:HOTSHOT OF CRYSTAL CITY:

Former Occupation) Professional Cube Athlete

Academic Occupation) Firefighter

Faction) Wrecker

Alt) ATV

:WEDGE OF STANIX:

Former Occupation) Hardwire Specialist

Academic Occupation) Architect

Faction) Decepticon

Alt) Bulldozer

:WHIRL OF CYBERTROPOLIS:

Former Occupation) Crossing Gaurd

Academic Occupation) Police Officer

Faction) Autobot

Alt) Helicopter

:HOIST OF YUSS:

Former Occupation) Sigma Repairman

Academic Occupation) Engineer

Faction) Dinobot

Alt) Tyrannosaurus Rex

:MEDIX OF JUNKION:

Former Occupation) Practioner

Academic Occupation) Field Medic

Faction) Junkion

Alt) Ambulance

***

This also is definitely an excuse to sort of smoosh together TF Cyberverse and TF Prime and TF Rescue Bots Academy because it’s been a dream of mine since of late 2022. I am so excited to start learning about these factions and how they could affect each of kids’ lives before the academy.

Disclaimer, these all take place like a Vorn(83 cyber-years) after the war. And both Optimus Prime and Megatron are DEAD. PERIODT. Optimus died by doing something like he did in Predacon’s Rising by jumping in the well to revive Cybertron. Megatron is going to be based way more off of Cyberverse Megs, I don’t feel too bad about cutting him out, and he was killed by Starscream. No I’m not elaborating, this is still a draft.

I already shared like a lot, so I don’t want to over analyze everything I came up with. Cause if I did I would’ve blown your minds and my mind as well. But I still loved doing all this random research on factions and cities, I want to know so much more about this stuff and rant about it forever and ever.

Wanna give me an excuse to rant? Go ahead. But not like right after I post it, maybe wait a couple hours or maybe a day, because I will be passing out after posting this…

Look what I made!! @novafire-is-thinking @asmoteeth @sonia-aquamarineson @sonicnerd @geluatekurama @heatblades @magically-maddie

[megaturtle1012]

Nice to see Tobot Y changed his appearance to avoid Evac’s lawyers.

Pretty fun Tobot, not quite as fun as Z, but still a joy.

[gardenofchrome]

The Dark of Cybertron Poll

So currently I'm writing my own Transformers continuity (find the first “chapter” here) and I need your guys opinions.

[withloveoptimus]

It's Prime Time Chap. 2

here's chapter two y'all!! i hope you enjoy it

this was originally posted on ao3

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Chapter Two of It's Prime Time (Last Part)

Pairings: Optimus Prime & Reader (Platonic), Smokescreen & Reader (Platonic)

Summary: Optimus wishes to take you somewhere because he wants to spend quality time with you, fun ensues.

Word Count: 5,072

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The alarm you set blares loudly in your room, waking you up, and a groan rumbles in your chest as you struggle to turn it off. You force yourself out of bed because if you lay there any longer, you would be out. Sleeping in was not on the agenda today, and spending the day with Optimus was. The thought brings a tired smile to your face and only further motivates you to get ready. Checking your phone for any messages, but there's nothing from Optimus, yet. 

You had a while before he'd be coming to pick you up, so you could at least make a small breakfast. Or just eat cereal.

Today was going to be a good day, you affirmed with a nod. Nothing was going to ruin your mood.

It's 9:28 when you get out of the shower and find yourself staring at your closet, contemplating what you should wear. You didn't want to wear too much so maybe jeans and a graphic tee? Or perhaps a flannel and baggy pants? You huff, not able to make up your mind.

Rechecking the time, you quickly decide to just throw on something comfortable. You quickly put on some shoes and make your way to the kitchen, cereal was starting to sound good. After making sure to pack a bag of snacks and grab a few water bottles, you grab a bowl, milk, and a box of cereal. You pour the cereal in first because everyone knows it's cereal before the milk. There might've been a debate about this between you and the kids, and maybe the bots but that was just to mess with them. Their faces were priceless as they watched their humans debate whether the milk should go before the cereal or after.

You chuckle at the thought as you sit on the couch, turning on the TV to watch some cartoons, or whatever caught your eye. You silently wonder if Optimus is content to spend the whole day with you, as you eat your cereal, feeling the excitement build up just thinking about what he has planned.

While shoveling the last spoonfuls of cereal into your mouth, your phone rings, and from the familiar ringtone, you know just who's calling. There’s an attempt to get some sort of greeting out but it sounds like complete gibberish since you still had some food in your mouth. 

"Good morning to you too." He replies in kind, and you swear there’s an amused lilt to his voice.

You set your bowl down, quickly swallowing down the food in your mouth.

“I’m a little surprised you’re up before the set time.” If Optimus could see the look on your face right now, he’d probably get that dumb smirk and chuckle. You may have had a habit of oversleeping and being late to events but you were getting better. Kind of. “Poking fun at me now, are we?" You huff and roll your eyes, even if he couldn't see. "Anyway, If you think I’d oversleep and miss out on a day with you, you don’t know me.” You say, not giving him a chance to reply to your comment.

He chuckles, “I suppose you’re right, Little One.” Murmuring the nickname fondly.

You get up, grab your bowl, and walk toward the kitchen. “I can assume, by you calling me, that you’re on your way?” There’s an affirming hum as you put the empty bowl of cereal in the sink and rinse it out. The excitement prickles under your skin, a small grin forming on your face, and you can hardly wait for him to hurry and pull up in your driveway.

“I’ll be there momentarily.”

You nod, even though he can’t see it, “Alright, I’ll be waiting, Big Red.”

'Momentarily' is an understatement because as soon as you hang up, there’s the familiar honk outside and you’re scrambling to turn the TV off, and grab your keys, and your snack bag. You’re out the door and locking it in record speed, turning to see the red and blue Peterbilt truck on the curbside. You don't give yourself the chance to wave before your feet start moving, quickly making your way toward your guardian and practically throwing yourself into the passenger’s seat, throwing your bag to your feet.

You were practically buzzing with excitement and Optimus watched in amusement as you struggled to get the seatbelt on.

“Hello, again, Little One.” He greets you.

“Hi, Big Red!” You all but exclaim, grinning so wide your cheeks were hurting.

He pulls away from the curb and asks, "I can assume you slept well?"

You nod, tapping your fingers on your knees, and look out the window, watching as the houses pass by, you're surprised that not many people are out given what time it is, but it was the weekend so maybe it wasn't so strange. "I was worried I wouldn't sleep because, y'know, I was excited for today but I passed out pretty quickly." Especially after the messages he sent you. The warm feeling came back and you couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips.

"Thank you for those messages by the way," You say fondly, "It made my night."

Optimus is a little taken back and his engine revs. "I'm… glad."

Honestly, Optimus wasn't the best at expressing his emotions or himself. Still, you're more than grateful for the small moments that he was able to. You kind of understood why he is the way he is, and tried not to make a fuss when he would close himself off. He was a leader and he couldn’t afford to let himself be vulnerable, although it always made you worry and question the many burdens he had to carry.

"So," You start, "What's on our activities list?" You take your eyes away from the window and look at the central console, quietly waiting for an answer.

"It's a surprise." He replies.

You pout, "Really? Not even a hint or something?"

"No, you'll just have to wait and see, Little One.”

A whine pulls itself from your throat as you toss your head back against the seat. Yes, you usually loved surprises, but you were too eager to know what he had planned, and the fact that you had barely hung out with him lately only added to it. As you think of something to do, an idea comes to mind: a game! A well-known, and entertaining, human game.

“Big Red?” You speak up, already feeling a smile forming.

"Yes?" He replies, and his voice is hesitant.

"Would you like to play a game?"

He goes quiet, probably mulling it over, before answering, "What game?"

You lean against his door to look at the steering wheel, "A little game called twenty-one questions." You shrugged. A simple game that would be entertaining if Optimus decides to play, given his limited knowledge of human games, and entertainment in general. "Basically, we take turns asking each other questions until we've each asked twenty-one questions." You explained, "Does that make sense?"

"It does." He confirmed.

"Okay, I'll go first." You say, thinking of a question as you grab a water bottle from your bag, twisting off the cap and taking a quick sip. Something comes to mind as you swallow down your water, "What was the first language you guys learned when you first arrived? I'm kinda curious." You decide to ask.

It's quiet before Optimus answers, "It was Latin, as it closely resembled our mother tongue and we spoke it for a few years before learning English." Latin? You thought, sort of impressed.

"Do you still speak it?" You inquire, becoming more intrigued.

"Not as much, I'm afraid." He says.

You hum, "It'd be pretty cool to hear you speak it one day." and turn back to the steering wheel. “Anyway, it’s your turn now. Ask me anything you want.”

A soft hum reverberates through the cabin speakers as he thinks of something to ask. He tries to think of something ‘fun’ in your terms and he’s coming up a little empty.

“How’s… school?” He decides to ask but it must not have been the right thing to ask, given your reaction as you groan and throw your head back.

“Awh, c’mon that’s a question a parent would ask!” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest.

He’s a little lost but stays quiet.

“You gotta ask me something fun, like, uh, what my biggest fear is!” You say, and maybe he needed to get a new definition of what ‘fun’ is–if he even had one, perhaps you should take that into your own hands. It’s probably not the best of ideas, but what’s the worst that could happen? Other than Ratchet blowing a fuse when Optimus starts acting weird, maybe even saying some slang–now that’s some food for thought–but it would definitely be okay. Maybe.

You heave a big, dramatic sigh, and pat the dashboard, “Try again Pops.”

Now it’s Optimus’ turn to heave a sigh, “Alright, what’s your biggest fear?”

You tap your chin in thought, humming to yourself. “Either being judged or loneliness.” Although it’s pretty common, that never stopped it from being a fear of yours. It’s only grown tenfold upon joining the Autobots, seeing as how quickly you became attached to them, they aren’t from your world and the constant reminder of them returning and restoring their home hangs over your head. Sometimes you hope you don’t have to say goodbye to them anytime soon or ever. That’s probably selfish of you but that didn’t matter right now.

“They’re up there on the list.” You shrug, an attempt to just play it off and maybe get the dark thoughts out of your head.

The seatbelt tightens in a makeshift hug and he’s speaking, “Know we’ll always be with you, Little One.” His voice is soft and reassuring, and the corner of your lips twitch upwards.

“I know, Big Red.” You whisper just as softly. “Whatever would I do without you?”

He sighs and you chuckle.

“Whatever shall I do with you?” Optimus replies with a huff.

You decide to tease him in turn, “You know you love me Big Red.”

“I do.”

You’ve got the warm and fuzzies, and glance out the window with a lighthearted sigh. “If you keep being forward like this Ratch might flip his lid.” It was more of a joke than a statement, but you feel that Ratchet is happy to see his leader soften up more around the team, especially with you and the kids.

If Optimus could shake his head, he would but he only lets out an amused huff, "I would tell him I get it from you, Little One." He jests.

You huff, grumbling about something under your breath, and tap the window twice, it rolls down and the fresh breeze runs through you. The familiar buildings of Jasper have long since passed, now nothing but the usual mountains and the few occasional street signs. It felt so pleasant and you never thought you could feel so relaxed, especially with Optimus. Honestly, you don't want it to end as you put an arm out the window and lay your head on it. You hoped Optimus was enjoying this as much as you were as the two of you settled into the comfortable silence, the game having been completely forgotten.

"Hey, Big Red?" You speak up after some time has passed, eyes closed as you enjoy the breeze and heat of the sun.

He hums, an indication for you to continue.

"Can I ask something, like about your past?"

"You may." He sounded a bit hesitant but didn't mind.

"What was it like being an archivist?" You open your eyes, tilting your head to look at the Autobot symbol on his wheel. Yes, Ratchet had told the team of the Prime's past. Still, you don't ever really hear him talk about it, probably because it wasn't something that would come up in conversation but now was your chance to ask him about it.

Another hum then, "It was enlightening, as the Iacon Hall of Records was your world's equivalent of a library but the building outsized any building of such here. Since I worked under Alpha Trion, I learned much of Cybertron's history and culture, among other things."

"So you were like, a librarian?" You ask, voice carrying a lightly teasing tone.

"You could say that, yes." He affirmed.

"Did you ever read any of the books there?"

"I did, whenever time would permit."

You nod, "Do you have a favorite genre to read? Like horror, fiction, non-fiction, y'know all that stuff." You wave a hand, "I feel like you'd be into fiction or maybe mystery."

Optimus is silent, most likely mulling it over. You wait patiently for his answer.

"I… am fonder of poetry than anything else." He murmurs his reply. That causes you to pause and, maybe your ears were failing you, but he sounded… embarrassed? You file this moment into a small part of your brain because this would probably be the only time you would ever witness Optimus Prime be embarrassed.

“I guess that suits you more." You admitted, deciding against mentioning or poking fun at his embarrassment. "Have you read Earth's poetry?"

"I have and I've found myself drawn to your world's classical poetry." Optimus says, and he’s glad that you decided not to tease him. The few moments he could get to himself back at base, he would find himself reading the many, many books that your world contained. The more and more he read, the more he became intrigued. He would be forever fascinated with your world’s literature.

A quiet sound of acknowledgment leaves your throat and you close your eyes. "Any poems that have caught your eye?"

"There are many but there’s one that I'm particularly fond of."

"Do you know it by heart?”

“I do,” He replies, deciding to keep the fact that he's read it more times than he can count to himself, “Why?”

“Maybe I want you to read it to me.” You shrug, a small smile on your face, peeking at the wheel through your eyelashes.

There’s a deep rumble, a chuckle, “If that is what you wish.” Is the reply. Truly, a tiny part of him was more than happy to read to you and share something he favors. 

You wait patiently as he recalls the verses, shutting your eyes and just taking everything in. Soon Optimus is speaking in an even, rhythmic cadence.

“‘It isn't the ribbon that binds us together,’” He begins, “‘The root that unifies us, does not derive from a tree on the wall.”

A calm settles over you as his voice and the breeze run through you, keeping you in the here and now as you let out a content sigh.

“‘This bond knows no genetics.’”

The interactions between him and his team had with their human friends, were always ones to be cherished, he thought. They were all so close after several long months together, and he often found himself always looking forward to having you as his company, as he knew his team felt just the same towards their companions.

“‘Friendship is a peculiar seed.'" He rumbles, "'No matter the season, the weather, nor the time of day.’”

You peek through your eyelashes once again, looking at the steering wheel and focusing on the blinking Autobot symbol. A small, fond smile tugs at your lips as the warmth in your chest grows.

“‘When planted on a nourishing soul, it will always bear fruit.’”

—

The scent of water and wet dirt filters in through your nose as you stir from your nap, although you don’t remember falling asleep, you open your eyes. Soft, calming music is playing in the background as well but your focus is on the slight prickly feeling in your arm as you sit up properly, it’s also hot, and now you’re regretting that you even napping in that position. As you sit up and stretch, feeling the satisfying pops in your back, neck, and shoulders, you start to become aware of your surroundings.

It’s a lake, surrounded by desert, and the water is a beautiful shade of blue in the afternoon sunlight. There are a few rocks lined along the shore, and you take note of a pyramid-shaped rock that stands out, tall and proud, and you make a mental note to take a picture of it later. Despite the lack of greenery around, it was still beautiful, and you could only imagine how breathtaking it would look during a sunset.

“Little One?”

You jump, too absorbed in your thoughts to hear Optimus’ previous attempts at getting your attention or notice that he unbuckled your seatbelt.

“Sorry Big Red,” You say sheepishly, quickly taking note of how dehydrated you are, and grab your water bottle, almost chugging all of it, and continue with, “I was just admiring the view.”

He hums, “It’s quite alright, did you rest well?”

“Other than the aches, yeah I did.” You reply and dig into your bag some more, searching for something to snack on because your stomach started growling.

His engine purrs in content.

After you check the time–it was a little after one–you decide to ask the question that’s been sitting heavy on your tongue as you look back out the open window, munching on a granola bar you managed to dig out, "Where are we?"

"It's called Pyramid Lake, I came across it one day while patrolling some time ago," Optimus explains, voice rumbling and you can imagine that he's just as captivated as you are. You vaguely hear him say something along the lines of 'I find myself coming back here from time to time' and you wouldn't expect any less from your guardian, you can recall the many times the two of you would sit and talk when time permit and he had no duties, how he would tell you just how fascinated he was with Earth's beauty.

While you continue eating your granola bar, the Autobot leader goes on to tell you about the history of this lake, how it was what's left of the Ancient Lake Lahontan and how it was formed during the Pleistocene period about two million years ago. He told you that it was the largest lake in the state of Nevada—thirty miles long and seven to nine miles wide—and South of it the Truckee River feeds it. You listen closely as he continues talking, despite not asking him to because you know just how much he loved telling you of his findings.

You pop open the passenger side door and kick your feet up on the window, "You may have to take me to all your secret spots if they're this beautiful." You say after some time passes, taking your phone out to snap a quick picture.

"That shall take a while." He replied.

"I have a while."

If it weren't for the fact that Optimus was in vehicle mode, you would probably see that rare, warm smile on his face.

“These could be, like, secret adventures just between you and I,” You continue without giving him a chance to respond, not that he knew how to, “we can call it, ‘The Secret Adventures of Optimus and His Favorite Human!’” Giggles bubble through your lips and the leader can’t help but chuckle at your antics.

Sometimes, Optimus thinks that you are someone to be cherished.

"Perhaps you should add 'Self-Proclaimed Favorite.'" He speaks up, completely nonchalant.

It takes a moment for you to fully process what he says before you shout, "What's that supposed to mean?!" And Optimus thinks the look on your face is priceless, as you raise your feet away from the window to fully turn and shoot a look at the steering wheel.

He says matter-of-factly, "I simply don't have favorites." The Autobot symbol blinking with every word.

"That is the biggest lie I've ever heard! Anyone who says that definitely has a favorite!" You argued and pointed an accusing finger at the blinking Autobot symbol.

"I can assure you I have no favorites, and I'm not one to lie."

You huff and cross your arms, “C’mon, Big Red, you can be honest with me. I won’t tell a soul!” Hoping to at least sway him.

Somewhere in his processor, he highly doubts that, with how you let it slip on why you gave Smokescreen the nickname ‘Kachow.’ He can only imagine how you might accidentally let it slip and tell everyone who his favorite was–although he feels that there’s an unspoken agreement about who it is among his team.

So, while he watches you pout and whine about him being “a liar” and “that he should just stop the act and tell you”, and against his better judgment, he speaks up,

“It’s you.” Plain and simple.

You freeze, any previous whining caught in your throat as you process what he said. Yes, you had proclaimed yourself as his favorite with so much confidence it could put Smokescreen to shame, but now, as you find yourself smiling with that same intensely warm feeling in your chest, you decide then and there that it’s best to hear him say it.

"C'mon now, that was obvious." You say teasingly.

"Yet you were still surprised."

A huff escapes your lips, mumbling a 'whatever', and take another sip of your water. Although it does nothing to hide the upward quirk of your lips.

Once again, a comfortable silence falls over you two and you take that time to admire the scenery again. It was, of course, hot, but that was just normal weather for Nevada and it was partly cloudy, though the sun still shone brightly through the clouds. The heat makes you glad that you brought more than one bottle of water. Your eyes move to the body of water in front of the Peterbilt and the way the sun reflects off the water's surface was enchanting. There’s an urge to hop out and skip rocks, something you always did as a kid, but decided against it as you were fine where you were, leaning back into the comfortable leather seats.

Again, you find yourself appreciating and silently thanking Optimus for the chance to get away from the chaos of the base, whether it was the other children causing trouble—that didn’t exclude you, of course—or the Decepticons, being able to get some piece of mind and spend time with your guardian was a blessing.

“Hey, Big Red?” You speak up.

Optimus hums, “Yes?”

“Do you ever get homesick?” You ask, you know the rest of the team was, significantly Ratchet, but you don’t think you’ve heard him say much about missing his home, well, not directly. There would be times, in the small moments you could get with him when, he would talk of Cybertron and you could hear it in his voice, that want to be back home just like his team whenever they shared stories of their life back home, no matter how hard he tried to mask it.

“What brought this on?” He asks, curious as to what was going through your mind.

You say, “Just curious.” With a shrug, later you would find yourself asking that same question and the answer would still be the same because this trip was meant to be a getaway from all of that but your curiosity always got the better of you.

He stays silent as he gives it some thought.

"I do." He says after a couple seconds of silence, "I often find myself missing life before the war, being back at Iacon and burying myself in all the literature." He continues, "Although, I try to enjoy my time here in your world and satisfy myself with as much as I'm allowed."

You hum, rubbing your arm as you look at the sky through the windshield. Through the stories the bots tell you, you can only imagine just how life was back on Cybertron, despite its many flaws, and you can't help but think of how alike both Earth and Cybertron are. Perhaps you'd feel the same way they did if you were in their shoes.

"Do you, like, ever wish you could've done something differently?"

Optimus is seriously wondering what exactly is going through your head at the moment to ask these questions.

"...Yes." He answers hesitantly.

"Is there anything in particular?" You inquire, looking back to the main console.

"There are many things,” enough to keep him up late questioning and berating himself, he wants to say but decides not to, "I've lost count of them now but I do my best to not dwell on them," a half-truth, "as it will do no good."

You nod your head, wondering if you should mention the heavy tone his voice took, the heaviness of one who has lived too long and seen too much. It's not hard to see the heavy toll this war has been taking on the bots, and how badly they just want to return home and get back to their old lifestyle. It's easy to see how much it hurt them, to not only fight this war but for ones who had seen too much. For those who had no other memory of their homes. It was heartbreaking, and you could see that, and perhaps it was just your bond, but after some time, you could see how much it weighed on Optimus. Almost like Atlas, carrying the world on his shoulders, believing it was his duty and his alone and you couldn't help but think of how much of that weight he was feeling. Perhaps he thinks it's some way of making up for his mistakes, to make up for his part in this war but he should know there's never a way of knowing just how things may turn out, especially in war.

Before you can fully register anything, your hand is on the dashboard, rubbing it reassuringly. One day you hope they’ll be able to return home, despite the aching feeling in your chest at the thought of them not being here anymore.

You silently hope it isn’t anytime soon.

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"Did I upset you?" You ask, some hours later when orange begins to bleed into the sky and the drive home starts, "When I asked those questions earlier." You continued, eyes glued to the window, watching the mountains and scenery pass by. The earlier conversation had been sitting heavy in your thoughts, even when the subject had later been changed. You couldn’t help the little bit of unease from stirring in your stomach at the thought of upsetting him due to your own curiosity.

The silence stretches on for a bit and your gaze moves to the steering wheel, when you’re about to open your mouth to ask him if he heard you, he answers, “Not as much as you may be thinking, Little One.”  So, it wasn’t a definite ‘no.’

“Despite that,” He continues, stopping the apology that was about to spill from your lips, “I found your curiosity to be… endearing.” Although he would never get used to the many, many questions their human friends—mostly Miko—would ask them, he would forever find that boundless curiosity to be a charming quality. It reminded him of the times back at Iacon, when he was just a clerk bubbling with many questions that demanded answers. He felt his spark tug at the simple thought of those days.

You fiddle with the hem of your shirt, gaze cast downward, “Well, I’m apologizing for making you upset.” You stated, leaving no room for argument and you hope that it was made clear.

His engine rumbles and he stays quiet, and it stays like that for the rest of the trip.

—

Your driveway greets you an hour or so later, bathed in the dark colors of the late evening, and as you gather your things, you find yourself sighing, unsure if it was a good or bad sigh, and pursed your lips. You’re very unsure of what to say, a ‘thank you for today’ feels a little awkward after that last conversation—what if you really upset him this time? Or worse—but perhaps that’s just you overthinking it. Maybe that was it. You almost want to pull your hair out because it didn’t need to be this ha–

“Today was pleasant.” His baritone voice interrupts your inner turmoil and you look up—when had you even put your head down?—a quiet noise of confusion leaving your throat.

He continues with, “I’m glad I made the decision to spend the day with you.” And your brain processes that yet you find yourself smiling before you really comprehend it. This was his way of reassuring you and you couldn’t be more grateful for it, even though there were still some dark thoughts. Your guardian really was something.

“Me too, Big Red.” You say, hoping your voice conveys some level of fondness.

As you exit his cab, you look back to the steering wheel, “Love you.” You say.

Optimus revs his engine and you laugh, shutting his door and making your way to your home. You only hear him leave once you’ve disappeared inside.

Later, as you’re making dinner, your phone vibrates on the counter and you make your way to it after wiping your hands off on a rag and making sure nothing would burn. It was a message, from Optimus.

Big Red: I meant what I said earlier. Today was truly enjoyable.

Just as you finish reading the first message, another comes in.

Big Red: Perhaps I will take you to my other spots.

You quickly type up a response.

You: omg so it is going to be our thing?? :O

Big Red: Yes, I suppose it will be. :)

Excited may be an understatement as you dance and jump around your kitchen, any past worries were slowly laid to rest because he enjoyed it! Despite certain conversations. the phone was still clutched in hand—Later, you’d gush over the fact that he used the smiling emoticon, ugh he was so cute!—. You couldn’t wait to see what else he had in store for you and couldn’t help but think of it as some sort of road trip for just the two of you.

You: i will SO be ready for it!!

[prodigyduck]

Now is the time!

6 all new adventures for the Champions of the Electrocube Wars!

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/pewpewbountyhunters/electrocube-war-adventures

[wiiroms]

(via Transformers: Cybertron Adventures)

[a-blog-for-venting-i-guess]

Transformers One Bucks fanfic tropes and I love it

Spoilers below

I’m just gonna call them Megatron and Optimus for this even when I’m referring to pre transformation times.

So as a fan of the Megatron and Optimus Prime ship, I have read many many pre breakup/no breakup stories. A consistent aspect of them is Megatron being the revolutionary while Optimus is a champion of working within the system. And while those stories are fine, even great, a lot of the time it feels like Meg’s legit issues with the government were getting ignored by focusing on the “you protested in the wrong way,” sort of stuff that then radicalized him. Or megs would just use those grievances to get power and then not actually want to fix the system, he just wanted to be in charge.

I also thought this sometimes did a disservice to Optimus. Portraying him as so by the book he’s naive to the problems within cyberton so Megs has to show him the light and such. And then when Optimus does turn around he’s gotta calm Meg’s violent tendencies. Be the calm voice of reason.

So in comes Transformers One. And it’s OPTIMUS who is questioning how things work. Maybe not directly, but he’s constantly either breaking actual rules or just social norms to get what he wants. A better cybertron for all. When the truth is revealed he’s the one being like “I knew something was off.” Even when the truth is revealed Optimus is focused on fixing things because that was always what he wanted in his heart. That desire drives him to be reckless.

Meanwhile Megatron is the by the books guy. Seeing the system and its rules as a sort of lifeline he clings to whenever Optimus drags him on another stupid adventure that gets them in trouble. I think deep down he wanted the same things as Optimus but thought he could get them by following the rules. It was also a narrower scope. He wanted things better for them. Wanted a better life for himself.

When the truth is revealed he loses that safety net, He loses everything he’s ever believed in and he doesn’t know how to fix things. There’s no rule book for him to fall back on because the rules were BS and actively used to keep him down. He doesn’t trust that showing everyone the truth will cause them to turn on sentinel because all that happened to him when he learned the truth was becoming jaded+a desire for vengance. Which is why he thinks in order to move on Sentinel has to die. And this belief is solidified when he meets the elite guard with their ideology of the strongest one leads.

Optimus has to try to play the voice of reason for the first time in their friendship because of Meg’s reaction to the truth, and he sucks at it. Megs could never actually talk Optimus down from his schemes, and Optimus would always be the one making choices/leading the charge for what do to in their friendship. Now that Megatron is making up his own reckless (to put it mildly) decisions, Optimus has no idea how to actually successfully talk down Megs.

All of this leads to the tragic of tragic breakups.

Two people that cared about each other, wanted the same thing, but had drastically different ways of achieving that. And that difference tore them apart.

This is the basic story of Optimus and Megatron when they’re friends first. And for the first time it feels like the falling out happened without either of them being an idiot, or some misunderstanding. It was just how they naturally developed over the course of the story.

God I love this movie.

[datcloudboi]

List of Video Games Turning 10 Years Old in 2024

Alien: Isolation

Assassin's Creed: Rogue (the one where you play as an Assassin turned Templar.)

Assassin's Creed: Unity (the one set during the French Revolution.)

Atelier Escha & Logy: Alchemists of the Dusk Sky

Azure Striker Gunvolt

The Banner Saga

Bayonetta 2

The Binding of Isaac: Rebirth

BioShock Infinite: Burial at Sea (the DLC where you go back to Rapture)

A Bird Story (a sort of spin-off of "To the Moon")

BlazBlue: Chrono Phantasma

Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel! (is this a sequel to 1 or a prequel to 1? I forgor)

Bravely Default (in North America)

Broken Sword 5: The Serpent's Curse

Call of Duty: Advanced Warfare (the one with K*vin Sp*cey)

Captain Toad: Treasure Tracker

Castlevania: Lords of Shadow 2 (to date, the last new Castlevania game to release)

Child of Light

The Crew (going offline at the end of March)

D4: Dark Dreams Don't Die (a wonderfully strange game from the guy that made Deadly Premonition)

Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc (in North America)

Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair (in North America)

Dark Souls II

Deception IV: Blood Ties

Demon Gaze

Diablo III: Reaper of Souls

Disney Infinity 2.0

Divinity: Original Sin (from the team that would go on to make Baldur's Gate 3)

Donkey Kong Country: Tropical Freeze

Dragon Age: Inquisition (the winner of GOTY at the very first TGAs)

Drakengard 3

Earth Defense Force 2025 (EDF! EDF! EDF!)

The Evil Within (from the creative director of Resident Evil)

Fable Anniversary

Fairy Fencer F

Far Cry 4

Freedom Planet

Guilty Gear Xrd Sign

Hyrule Warriors

Inazuma Eleven (in North America. And digital only.)

Infamous: Second Son (as well as its expansion, First Light)

Kirby: Triple Deluxe

The Last of Us Remastered (just one year after the original version came out...)

The Legend of Korra (the game from PlatinumGames that you can't buy anymore)

Lego Batman 3: Beyond Gotham

Lego The Hobbit

The Lego Movie Videogame

Lethal League (from the team that would go on to make Bomb Rush Cyberfunk)

Lightning Returns: Final Fantasy XIII (the third and final chapter of the Final Fantasy XIII trilogy)

Lisa: The Painful (yes, really)

LittleBigPlanet 3

Lords of the Fallen (not to be confused with Lords of the Fallen, which came out in 2023)

Mario Golf: World Tour

Mario Kart 8 (the original version)

Metal Gear Solid: Ground Zeroes (the prologue to Metal Gear Solid V: The Phantom Pain, which came out 18 months later)

Middle-Earth: Shadow of Mordor

Might & Magic X: Legacy

Murdered: Soul Suspect (it's like Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective, but not as good)

Natural Doctrine

Oddworld: New 'n' Tasty! (a from the ground up remake of the first Oddworld game from 1997)

Pac-Man and the Ghostly Adventures 2 (yes, it got a sequel. I don't know how or why.)

Persona 4 Arena Ultimax

Persona Q: Shadow of the Labyrinth

Pokemon Omega Ruby & Pokemon Alpha Sapphire

Professor Layton and the Azran Legacy (the last time that Professor Layton himself was the protagonist. At least, until the New World of Steam comes out)

Professor Layton vs. Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney

Pushmo World

Risen 3: Titan Lords

Sacred 3

Samurai Warriors 4

Shadowrun: Dragonfall

Shantae and the Pirate's Curse (the 3rd one)

Sherlock Holmes: Crimes and Punishments

Shovel Knight (yes, really)

Skylanders: Trap Team (the 4th one)

Sniper Elite III

Sonic Boom: Rise of Lyric

Sonic Boom: Shattered Crystal

South Park: The Stick of Truth

Steins;Gate (in North America)

Strider (the one from Double Helix)

Sunset Overdrive

Super Smash Bros. for Wii U and Nintendo 3DS (or Smash 4 for short)

Tales of Xillia 2

Tales of Hearts R

The Talos Principle

Theatrhythm Final Fantasy: Curtain Call

Thief (the reboot)

This War of Mine

Toukiden: The Age of Demons

Transformers: Rise of the Dark Spark (this game merged the storyline of the War for/Fall of Cybertron games with the storyline of the Michael Bay movies. I’m not joking)

Transistor

Valiant Hearts: The Great War

The Vanishing of Ethan Carter

The Walking Dead: Season Two

Wasteland 2

Watch Dogs

The Witch and the Hundred Knight

The Wolf Among Us (sequel this year!)

Wolfenstein: The New Order

Yaiba: Ninja Gaiden Z

Yoshi's New Island

[heavenboy09]

THE TIME HAS FINALLY COME FOR THE WORLD 🌎 TO BARE WITNESS

TO THE ANIMATED MOVIE EVENT OF THE YEAR 🤖

WITNESS THE ORIGIN OF HOW IT ALL BEGAN

ON A FAR AWAY CALLED PLANET BEYOND OUR GALAXY

ON A TECHNOLOGICALLY ADVANCED ALIEN PLANET OF ROBOTIC ORGANISMS

KNOWN AS

CYBERTRON 🪐

WITNESS THE STORY YOU ALWAYS WANTED TO KNOW

WITNESS HOW THE WAR BEGAN

WITNESS HOW LIFE WAS BEFORE THE WAR FOR CYBERTRON

WITNESS THE STORIES OF HOW 2 CYBERTRONIANS OF DIFFERENT BACKGROUNDS

BECAME THE ORIGIN OF THIS EPIC ADVENTURE

PARAMOUNT ANIMATION

& HASBRO ENTERTAINMENT PRESENTS

TRANSFORMERS 🤖 ONE 🚒🚘🏎🏍🚛🛩🪐🌌

#TransformersOne #OptimusPrime #Megatron #Elita1 #BumbleBee #StarScream #SoundWave #Autobots #Decepticons #WarForCybertron #Cybertron #TransformandRollOut #MoreThenMeetsTheEye #RobotsInDisguise #TillAllAreOne #Transformers

[mlm-writer]

If I Should Become a Stranger (Smokescreen x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Smokescreen (TFP ver.) x Human!Gender Neutral!Reader Rating: General Audiences Words: 1608 POV: Second Summary: Smokescreen left you over a decade ago to rebuild Cybertron and until today, you had not heard from him since. Note: Read a Transformers novel and then it really dawned on me how beings with such a long life span must view time differently. So this fic explores that a little. Inspired by this song. Tags: angst, hurt no comfort (for smokey tbh), breakup from Smokescreen’s POV and song fic. 

Humans would argue that in war, there was nothing as precious as love. In war, one should hug one's friends more often, hold one's family tighter and kiss one's lover longer. Such was the philosophy of men; cherish what you have now you have it. It was quite befitting to a race with such short lives. Cybertronian's however…

Even in war, many acted like life would never end. There was plenty of time to fight one's friends. There was even more time to find it in you to mend things, patch up the wounds you created together. Even when friends started to lose the light in their optics, when the streets started to fill with the husks of neighbours, when tomorrow was more a wish than a promise, even then, Cybertronians were often found doing anything but cherishing the moment. 

Smokescreen was no different. Sure, he was impatient and young by comparison, but even to him, everything seemed to be able to wait, 'fore there will be a later. Hence why he had no reservations about going to Cybertron to rebuild. Hence why he could look upon his human lover with a smile as bright as the full moon on a clear night, while saying his goodbyes. "I'll see you soon," he had said while swaggering backwards into the space bridge. You had believed him as much as you had loved him back then.  

"Hey Ratchet, any messages for me?" You asked as you always did when visiting the medic at the old base. Ratchet looked down at you with those same sorry optics. He didn't need to say anything, but he always gave you the courtesy of an answer. 

"I'm sorry, there has been no communication for you," he spoke evenly, trying to keep the pity out of his voice. It was always like that. At first you stopped by every few days, then weekly, monthly, every few months… at some point you forgot to go altogether. You moved for work, so it was suddenly a whole journey to come visit. You got fired from that job, then you got a new job. You fell in love, got your heart broken, broke a limb, healed both and what else? It was just life - life without sentient alien robots, explosions and secret government missions. 

It almost seemed like it had all been a dream. You had almost forgotten about all the adventures of your youth, were it not for that scar on your arm you got from a brief brush with Soundwave at the satellite array. That was just the start, but somehow you made it through several threats to the planet fairly unscathed. That scar on your arm was the only big reminder you had of those days aside from the pictures stuffed in a box in your garage, somewhere on a shelf that was too high for you to reach without a chair to stand on. 

You were about to drive back from work to that garage when you caught sight of a familiar car in the parking lot. The colours were not as you remembered them, but it was strange to see a sports car like this at an office like yours. You stared at the vehicle for a long time and then sighed, before opening the driver's door to your car. However, as soon as you opened the door, the sports car you had been staring at earlier flashed its lights and started honking. You squinted your eyes and closed the door again. 

You locked your car and walked over to the other car that was making a ruckus. As soon as you approached, it quieted down and the driver’s door opened on its own. Against your best judgement, you got in. When you sat down, the seat belt wrapped itself around you and the engine revved to life. “Missed me?” A familiar voice came from the radio as the car drove out of the parking lot to God-knows-where. However, hearing that voice, you felt no fear, no worries, just a deep-seated resentment that had been dormant for many years. 

“Smokescreen,”  you greeted your ride with a tight voice. Said Autobot made a joke about how you simply could not forget him. It only angered you more. You had forgotten, mostly, until now. After that greeting, the air chilled down and not a word was exchanged, until Smokescreen pulled up at the side of an abandoned road. There used to be a factory at the end of it, but since the building had been decommissioned, no one used the road anymore; it was leading to virtually nowhere nowadays. 

The seat belt unfastened and you got out. When your shoes hit the dusty ground, the vehicle transformed into a shape that you used to know. You marvelled at his size as if it was the first time you witnessed his transformation. Cybertronians did not age, but that young face you used to know seemed more mature anyway. There was something about his gaze that got more intense, more serious. There was a slouch in his posture that was the telltale weight of responsibilities befitting an adult. 

Smokescreen whispered your name after a while of quiet staring. “Why are you here?” You inquired as a response. Hurt was evident on his face, but you thought it was a valid question. For over a decade, there was radio silence. Why would he be here if not for another danger looming over your planet? 

Smokescreen let out a scoff. “To see you of course!” He beamed in spite of everything. It was your turn to scoff as you crossed your arms. Your ex looked you over and then, very intelligently, said: “You’ve become bigger! That’s really cool! I forgot humans could do that… Want to go to the drive-in theatre today?” 

You sighed and turned to walk back to your car. It was gonna be a long walk, but you were stubborn and too prideful to tell him to drive you back. “There are no drive-in theatres in this area..” 

You barely got a few steps away when Smokescreen yelled from behind you. “I should have left you a message! I’m sorry!” You kept walking, tears prickling in your eyes. “I forgot!” He added as if it was a valid excuse. 

“Well, I forgot who you are!” You yelled over your shoulder, speeding up your walking. You heard your ex transform behind you and like a bad movie, he started driving next to you. All that was missing was pouring rain, but the sky was so clear, you could see the many constellations gradually making themselves known. 

He was driving with the door closest to you open, trying to get you to get in. “Come on! It has not been that long! I admit I have changed a little, but I’m still me, your Smokey…” You tried to block his voice out, stubbornly trudging on down the abandoned road. “I came back, because I started talking about you so much, Arcee practically shoved me into the space bridge to shut me up. It’s been like my processors always circle back to you.” He swerved and came to a halt right in front of you, forcing you to stop walking. “I told you I would see you soon…” 

You took a deep breath, ensuring that whatever you said next would be spoken in a normal, even tone. Smokescreen reverted back to bot mode, looking at you with pleading optics that could once pull your heartstrings. However, those times were long behind you. “Smokescreen,” you started like you were lecturing a child, “it has been like what? A decade and some? That may not be a long time for you, but I am human. A decade right now is about a third of my life. You made me wait a third of my life. Does that sink in with you?” 

Smokescreen seemed to shrink, pinned under your intense gaze. “I’m sorry,” he muttered eventually. His servos clenched and unclenched. You could see his processors working overtime, just to formulate a response. “I guess you’re right. Cybertron has become quite lively. I proved myself a leader. I made a lot of new friends… Maybe it is a long time…” For someone with a seemingly endless supply of RAM, he was awfully slowly putting the events of the past decade in perspective. His voice trailed off after every sentence. Eventually he just whispered one last thing. “A third…” 

You pitied him. You had enough time to mend the heart he broke many years ago. To him, however, he came back like he said, just to find what he left behind to no longer exist. Without a word he transformed into his alt mode. “I’ll take you back,” he stated. You did not resist this time and got in. 

The drive back was quiet. You did not speak. He did not speak. Only white noise filled the spaces between one heavy spark and only a slightly lighter heart. He drove you back to the parking lot where you had your car. You were about to get out when you heard his voice one last time. “For what it is worth, let me just say: I love you. You’re the best thing I ever had.” 

In spite of him being a stranger from the past, your heart ached. “Your life is long. You’ll love again. Don’t worry.” You patted the steering wheel and then got out. You did not look back and by the time you sat in your car, your car was the only one in the parking lot with the lights on.

[steelthroat]

I like happy endings, I love the absence of conflict, I adore when everything is good and everyone is happy living a mundane funny adventurous life but not too much...

Then why the fuck did I have to like transformers????

I love all the characters and I wish for nothing more than them just living their life on Cybertron and interacting w each other and being all cozy and fluffy, feel good story about alien robots doing their stuff but no fucking civil war.

Transformers One will actually destroy me, alright? Because you start w Megatron being all cute and young w bright eyes, FRIENDS with Optimus and then... then... *whine*

[askvectorprime]

We heard of several significant exploits regarding the return of the titanmasters - namely, a siege on Cybertron and of chaos reigning on Velocitron. Can you tell us anything about the missions Arcee and Grotusque went on to acquire Ultra Magnus and Scorponok?

Dear Adventurous Asker,

When last we spoke, I told you of four legendary Titan Masters, two of whom were involved in the conflicts you mention. The other two you speak of, however, were well-guarded secrets indeed.

While these events were taking place, Arcee and her Titan Master partner Leinad took a ship with Cloudraker to the planet Caminus, in search of the Titan Master fabled to confer the ultimate intelligence boost. Relations with the colony world had been strained following the theft of space bridge codes by Galvatron’s infiltration cell, so they were forced to carry out the mission undercover. Scanning from the air, Cloudraker was able to track the Titan Master to one of Caminus’ universities. To gather information, Arcee ended up posing as a student, joining a sorority. It turned out that there was an urban myth amongst the student body: supposedly, a bot known as the Headmaster roamed the building after dark. He would punish lazy students for engaging in plagiarism or cheating in exams, but would sometimes reward a hard-working student by giving them a flash of inspiration, if he came across them staying up all night to meet a challenging deadline.

In her inexperience as a spy, Arcee struggled with the stress of feeling like an imposter, and came close to abandoning the ruse—but the students welcomed her warmly, and Leinad was able to convince her to persevere. Never in Arcee’s life had she been surrounded by so many other female Transformers, and she was surprised at how much of an impact this had on her. They attended classes together during working hours, searching the basements and closets during free periods for any sign of the Headmaster. She came to learn that many of her classmates had their own issues with feelings of inadequacy, whether in their academic ability, or in struggling to find an Amica Endura, or in having the wrong alt-mode.

They tried a number of schemes to flush out the Headmaster: designing fiendish puzzles which he wouldn’t be able to resist solving; deliberately putting off revision in order to allow for desperate last-minute cramming; Velocity even offered to try sneaking notes into one of her medical exams. In the end, they were truly stumped—but as Arcee looked at her friends, racking their brain modules to try and help her, she had a sudden realization: what if the Headmaster had never existed, and the urban legend was just a product of the imposter syndrome endemic amongst the students, a way for them to offload onto someone else the credit for their own achievements and breakthroughs? They didn’t need a legendary Titan Master to pass their final examinations—each and every one of them was smart and talented enough to succeed!

At that point, Proxima shrieked and pointed at the ceiling. A tiny robot was hiding in the roof, having just given Arcee her supernatural flash of insight! Everyone scrambled after him, chasing him through the halls, thrilled that all their hard work was about to pay off.

Unfortunately for them, Megatron had decided to take a more direct approach. He carpet-bombed the university, taking them completely by surprise thanks to his new camouflage and the radiation-dampening powers of his latest Titan Master partner, Kiloton. As Arcee scrambled to pull her classmates from the rubble, Megatron scooped up the Headmaster and placed him on his shoulders. His new face shifted to a smirk of triumph… then, to a snarl of disgust. For his plans of universal domination to come to fruition, he needed raw power—this new Titan Master, however, gave him nothing but a head full of trivia and factoids! With the Headmaster being of no use to him, he ripped his new head off and prepared to obliterate it, to prevent any Autobot from using the knowledge to their benefit.

Thankfully, the students had backup: Iron Apex, a massive suit of experimental drone armor piloted by Optimus Prime’s former Titan Master partner, the product of an entire semester’s work on a group project. Unprepared, Megatron was no match for the artificial warrior, and chose to retreat rather than prolong the fight.

The Headmaster thanked the students for protecting him, and offered to give one of them the ultimate intelligence boost to help pass their final exam. As Arcee had been on the brink of failing her classes, they all looked to her… and at last, she decided to come clean, explaining that she wasn’t a student, but rather a Cybertronian spy. To her surprise, it turned out they’d known all along, having worked it out almost immediately! She asked the Headmaster to accompany her back to Cybertron, to lend his knowledge to Optimus Prime, in the hopes that it would let the Autobot leader think of a way to end their war. Reluctantly, he agreed. Meanwhile, with Iron Apex having passed his first real test with flying colors, he too decided it was time to join the fight on Cybertron. Though Arcee’s new friends were sorry to see her go, they promised she’d always be welcome to return to her studies in the future.

As Cloudraker took them out of atmosphere, Arcee remarked to the Headmaster that he reminded her of a close friend of hers: Ultra Magnus. He was taken aback. Long ago, during Magnus’ days as a galactic peacekeeper, he’d met the Autobot by chance. Ultra Magnus left a strong impression on the Titan Master, and he decided he too wanted to become an agent for truth and justice in the world. Forced as he was to live in secrecy, the Headmaster admitted that he felt like a fraud, only meddling with students, not evildoers, and failing to accomplish any real good. He was just one tiny ‘bot, playing the role of Ultra Magnus, and trying his best to be worthy of the name. Arcee promised that, once all was said and done, she would set up a meeting between him and Ultra Magnus—as she knew they’d have more in common than he thought.

Now then, I still have yet to tell you about the last of these ultimate Titan Masters. I beg your patience—tomorrow, I will finish my recounting of events!

[gardenofchrome]

Also y’all, I need fic recommendation so bad rn 😭😭