#v ->| cybertron

[silenceofthewave]

[ closed starter for @spark-took-flight ; starscream ]

Darker days lead into darker nights as the civil war dragged on. No side was immune to the personal impact of loss. Though, if Soundwave was one to decide where blame lied, he would put it on the Autobot's shoulders. The very existence of their faction is the cause of this civil war in the first place. If Orion Pax had never accepted the Matrix, if he hadn't lead this counter insurgency, if he had simply come to accept the new world order that the Decepticons brought with them, then these millions of years at war would have never passed.

Still, lamenting the past was never productive. Soundwave actively avoided that rabbit hole. At least it tried to.

Soundwave had called it a rare early night. Perhaps the lack of sufficient recharge was getting to the spymaster, but its memory banks had once again been acting up. In a place where it was otherwise solely occupied by its work, the random flashes of moments in its processor was unappreciated.

It was making its way back to its quarters in the command center when an unmistakable field made an appearance. It was dark and full of turmoil, missing the usual feeling of machinating. As soon as Soundwave turned the corner to approach its hab, its suspicions were confirmed.

Starscream had decided to pay a visit.

Soundwave quickly quelled whatever feeling of irritation that began to burrow into its spark. While its mood had been low ever since...her loss, it had not lost all semblance of manners. Starscream was second in command, therefore he was to be afforded at least some respect; even when he was standing outside of its hab and waiting with impatience.

Soundwave approached slowly, attempting to judge what type of interaction it was going to have. The seeker's field was turbulent, whispering of deeper, hidden thoughts and strife. Soundwave tried not to let the feeling of impending doom sink into its frame.

A simple nod was afforded to Starscream as Soundwave finally entered the space. Its servo hovered over the security panel as it waited for Starscream to state his case.

[grimlocked-in]

loop gif practices 😔👍

[rollaut]

been rereading while icons & like,,,, man,,,,,,,, getting Called The Fuck Out abt basically forcing the other bots to remain on earth even tho megs hasnt been an active threat to the planet in two (2) years (& the Scathingly accurate "i think you need to stay here. i think without something to take care of, some fragile thing to protect, you don't know what to do with yourself.") n then op relenting for hotrod to take action with a team to rescue prowl from human capture only to lose ironhide in the process,,,,,,,,,, holding op like the world's most wounded pigeon. but also man spike was having A Time lmao

[autobotmedic]

no no, not the box

@darkchestoftales sent:

📦

He should have known something was suspicious. He should have known. And now, his poor friend has been shoved by his own form into this limited storage space with him, effectively trapping them both. When Ratchet gets his hands on the pranksters later- ohoho they will regret it and get an audial full!

His frame is tense, and his field is both agitated and apologetic, but he tries to remain calm. He also tries to counter the feeling of being cramped by adjusting until his hands are on Orion's waist in a loose hug. It is perfectly logical to make themselves smaller in an effort to create space around them, and they exchange closeness normally, so surely it will be fine...

"I'm sorry... Some do not have respectful humor." And some do not particularly like him. How does he fix this? He can take out the door- no, then he would have to fix it, too... "Mmh... I will message Airfoil."

[atlas-ordained]

verse tags

[shattered-ass]

How ya feeling about the TF One trailer?

one could say. im excited. in a sense. i am happy. from a point of view. im fucking enthralled.

[tomorobo-illust]

See hi-res version here: patreon.com/posts/tf-starscream-114678238

What's left to say? These prayers ain't working anymore ~ I hear you call my name And it feels like home Why YES, of course, I also went to see Deadpool & Wolverine. I meant to draw Deadpool and Wolverine things, but I was also stuck in Transformers land and my brain decided to make this instead.

Starscream FINALLY became Cybertron leader, but barely a day passed when he found out his timeline is dying because his universe's Optimus Prime is very GONE. No problem, just find another one and everything is fixed right? Congrats Starscream, you found the saddest one of them all 8D

The quote was inspired by this video I found regarding the Matter and Antimatter: youtube.com/watch?v=vXd3UY_F8OI

And this fantastic mashup of I've been listening to nonstop while working on this piece, "Ashes & like a Prayer - Ultimate Mashup (Edited Version)" by Penguin Performances: youtube.com/watch?v=GmDwgw2erDs

[silenceofthewave]

[ closed starter for @quantumlogician ; Megatron ]

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The nerve center of the Decepticon Intelligence Division was never really empty. Day and night, reports poured in from agents across the planet, from both spy operatives and commanders. Round-the-clock surveillance was expected at this point; it mattered not if there was enough personnel to carry on such a task. The only thing that mattered was victory.

Soundwave had taken to almost enjoying the nightshift. It was peaceful; no one was attempting to ask for its opinion, nor did anyone really bother it. The nightshift was a refuge of deep focus and flow.

Soundwave stood at the usual terminal in the center of all things, datacables connected and pulsing with the electrical charge they carried. The terminal itself was an almost wholly automated system that separated reports by author, type and urgency. Soundwave didn't necessarily need to be there, the system could handle this on its own, but he couldn't help enjoying the feeling of the data washing over its processors.

Old reports from during the day and the current ones flowing in moved through Soundwave's processor. He had turned off the automation and rather sorted each one himself. Almost like a race, he would time his processing speed against the terminal's. Some may see this as showing off, but to Soundwave it was an exercise. It kept him present, in the moment, and most importantly busy.

That's why he was here in the first place. Technically, his shift had ended two cycles ago. He was supposed to be getting sorely needed recharge, but to be quite honest, he hadn't recharged properly in orbital cycles. Nightmares plagued his processor. Images of his lost siblings and the feeling of warm energon dripping down his plating were a constant. They woke him out of whatever deep stasis he found himself in and left him trembling for the rest of the night.

He wasn't sure what the point of that all was. Soundwave knew that he had made his grave, and he must fill it one day. The grave had been dug since his first match in the Pits. Soundwave didn't necessarily believe in destiny, but he believed in the consequences of choices. His choices had led him here, hollow and alone.

The stray thought tree was cut as soon as it made itself known. Soundwave had no intention on focusing its awareness towards the ache of its empty deck. Instead, it shifted. It brought its background awareness to the transformation seams of Laserbeak's docking mechanism. She was snuggled in tight, her side of the bond indicating that she was in stasis and had been for some time. Soundwave wasn't truly alone as long as Laserbeak was here.

Soundwave let a small sense of comfort shine through its side of the bond, knowing full well that Laserbeak would miss it. Still, it distracted from the four hollow places in its spark; another exercise to keep its focus in the present. It lifted a servo to gently trace the spine of its final avian friend. It focused on the thrum of her engines and their gentle purr as she recharged.

The final nail in the coffin for Soundwave's focus towards its task was the door to the nerve center sliding open. It briefly looked over its shoulder, catching the glint of silver and red armor move just out of the line of sight. A familiar field touched its heightened senses, alerting Soundwave to who had decided to pay a visit. What for? Only time could tell.

Soundwave turned back to the terminal it stood behind. An OS window appeared and was quickly filled with the commands to return the system to normal functioning. The wash of data over its processor ebbed away, leaving the open neural pathways achingly empty. Soundwave did its best to ignore this sensation (and the way it mirrored its empty deck) as it unhooked its datacables. They returned to their housings with a quiet snkt!

Soundwave remained at the terminal. It was unmoving, still as stone as it tried to bring the comforting feeling of data processing to the moment, despite the distinct lack of work being done. An after glow, if you will, but one as fleeting as life during war.

[autobotmedic]

[ private ] - sender does something to defend receiver’s privacy when a third party is threatening to cross receiver’s boundaries

love_languages

Ratchet was more than accustomed to the occasional flirt, or joke, at his expense. He was well equipped with natural sass to handle it, and the physical strength of a transportation vehicle in the rare instances that unwanted touch occurred. At other times, he simply ignored, which was occasionally the best method of handling someone intentionally trying to provoke him anyway.

Apparently, some found his temper and snark entertaining. Others, he suspected (based on their interactions with friends), had kinder intentions and were trying to provide him with an outlet. He did not desire either.

In this particular instance, he was simply too tired to muster much of a reaction, regardless of the other's intent. Strangely, as he was working up to hissing that he would like to be left alone, he suddenly discovered the issue was being resolved for him. He wasn't sure why, but he watched without a word as Steamtrack effectively ran out the metaphorical intruder of his temporarily claimed space to rest.

"Hm..." He will remember that.

[autobotmedic]

Indeed, although his manner of speaking has begun to be influenced over time, there are evident traces of a dialect, or accent, in Ratchet's speech that does not match the local Iaconians... Nor any other major city, for that matter.

He smiles when Perceptor responds positively to one of his suggestions.

"They do," he nods. "Would you prefer to walk or drive? ...Unless I am mistaken about your build, and you do not have a vehicular altmode, in which case I don't mind transporting you."

Perceptor offers an understanding look. Not from Iacon, then. He stores that information away to keep track of later. So he must be a student here, then. Learning ah… what was it? Did he mention it at all in their initial meeting? Sometimes he regrets his absentminded nature.

He beams at the idea of checking out the local flora, clapping his hands together. “Ah! That sounds like a stupendous idea. I have always wondered about the native floraforms and crystal formations here. Do they have mineral samples as well? I would love a good look at Iacon’s most natural resources. Many aren’t aware, but I feel such things speak greater volumes of what a city is made of.”

[muletia]

I've been thinking about how human/Cybertron actually pregnancy works. With the Shockwave ask i don't think he got sparked from inserting P into V or i guess S into V. The most reasonable explanation for me is that it involves the spark, humans can have electricity run though us like rubbing our socks on rugs and producing to touch sometimes electric which results in a zap.

So perhaps if y/n qas doing some spark play and the bot in question energy sours also known as their soul meet y/n wave and somehow when those two forces meet it made a tiny spark which stays in the bot growing near the spark which maybe travels down to the stomach when they physically start to develop 🤔 while those are my thoughts on it

oh god, I'm too stupid and delusional for this

I really like these ideas — they sound logical and could honestly work if we go with the fanon that a newly formed spark comes from an excess energy. Plus, spark play is always an interesting topic to explore romantic intimacy with. But I also can't stop imagining a scenario where a human and a bot decide to try for a sparkling, and the human just starts aggressively rubbing their socks on the carpet to generate that excess energy lmao

Personally, I’m more of a fan of sticky sexual interfacing as the reason for sparking up bots (boring, I know). But realistically, that would only work one way — meaning the bot is the one getting pregnant, since impregnating a human with transfluid just would not be possible (no sperm??). However, for a sparkling to actually be conceived, the transfluid would somehow need to make it into a gestation chamber (??), which is doable (thank you, Primus, for creating ejaculating strapons 🙏)

But, again, I am a dumbass and not that familiar with Cybertronian baby making, I just wanna fantasize and write about my silly pregante mechs man

[artsy-hobbitses]

Prowl had quite the update in backstory and personality a while ago, mind sharing his evolution proccess?

Honestly the biggest thing was that he never had a solid personality in my early draft of him! He started out as a mirror of IDW Prowl but in all frankness, while I find 2005 IDW Prowl EXTREMELY intriguing, I don't care for him as a person, and I especially do not like how the later writers treated him as the communal hate sink, and how this has ALSO caused some fans to justify the awful things done to him by others in narrative (this part of the reason TTB is a also No-Chromedome territory--people get fucking weird about him versus Prowl).

The thing is however that I LOVE Prowl's IDW background, coming from a place like Petrex where rules were so draconian that questioning your lot in life was grounds to throw you in prison (outside of IDW, I love that the terrible things done there in name of assimilation and order was also delved into in the War for Cybertron series, where unlike IDW Prowl, this Prowl was remorseful and genuinely disturbed by it). Prowl is also ofc a Cold Construct, and how that impacts humans as opposed to Cybertronians is something that is heavily explored in Ties That Bind. To note here, Megatron, Blaster and Starscream are Cold Constructs who were either loved and managed to retain a sense of personhood (Megs), had their true background hidden from them until adulthood (Blaster) or were successful in fighting for some semblance of rights over their own destiny (Starscream). In Prowl, given his history in Petrex, I wanted to explore the logical extreme of a Cold Construct who NEVER had that chance, who had everything taken from him and had almost all semblance of rebellion he can't even remember wrung out of him. Almost everything that makes him a person is functionally destroyed by his government in service of turning him into an asset (Not even the DNA that makes him who he is is sacred, as it was used by Mesothulas to create Springer--he doesn't even have rights to what makes him him), almost everything (he would have been killed for his last act of rebellion if Jazz hadn't saved him in time), but an inch, as mentioned in V for Vendetta: "Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An inch. It is small and it is fragile and it is the only thing in the world worth having." And I wanted, despite everything done to him, to make him care. Really care. Even if it's clumsy and stilted, and he himself doesn't understand it but goddamn if he ain't trying. To hold on to that inch. Because is his compassion worth any less than his companions if he has to learn it? Is his concern for his companions any less earnest if he ties it to the good of the unit (because that's what he understands best) before the individual? Is his desire for justice less powerful than his friends' if he ties it to how it's 'wrong' in the order of things as he understands it as opposed to 'I empathise with this person being wronged' (because he doesn't KNOW HOW TO DO THAT)? Is who he is, broken and shattered on the inside in places where he isn't outright empty, worth saving? Jazz certainly thought he was! And I suppose that's also tied to parts of my simultaneous dislike and intrigue of his IDW version: What is someone got him? (because he HAS A POINT. A LOT OF THE TIME. 'Good' IDW Autobots mostly run on 'Maverick' mode even if it's stupid or makes no sense) What if someone tried to understand where he was coming from (he is STILL trying to do good albeit in terrible ways because that's what he's taught) instead of seeing him as an aberration (MORE SO than the Cons sometimes which is insane) for something he cannot help as a living state asset, and a constant lost cause for a personality and an outlook molded by one of the worst regimes on Cybertron (because Functionism was awful as it was, but it seemed PARTICULARLY awful in Petrex)? Because I see him as deserving of a satisfying narrative of figuring out who he is away from everything he was molded to become, and a redemption arc way more than say, WarCrimes McGee Megatron, and I happen to LIKE IDW Megatron. So in TTB he gets that! All the AWFUL things that comes with being a flesh tool with barcode imprinted on him, and the messy things that comes with breaking away from that and trying to figure out how to fucking person, and all the love that comes from a community that see the work he's putting in, and see that inch he's holding on to, and are helping him hold on to it when his grip on it loosens.

I just think it's the kind of evolution and story that he deserves!

[katzske]

Timeline orientation: A Bridge Too Close

Bulkhead gets lured out and captured by Megatron. While he's busy building Megatron's spacebridge, Blurr does his best playing incompetent.

I still feel like the Earth Team would eventually puzzle the pieces together and find out that Blurr is "the" double agent they've been looking for. They attempt to arrest him, but he's far too fast to get a hold of. The only one who can kind of keep up (Bumblebee) can't take him on a 1 v 1.

Just when the team finally catches up to a location Blurr has retreated to, they find themselves in front a fully functional spacebridge.

Blurr has grown fond of the team, recognizing they too are misfits that were, one way or another, rejected by the other Autobots. He tells them to stay on Earth and not attempt to follow for their own good. The humans need their heros more than the Autobots on Cybertron who didn't even value them.

Once the Decepticons and Blurr have transwarped to Cybertron, a missle is sent through the bridge to destroy it; Leaving the Autobots stranded...unless they get Omega Supreme fully functional again.

[Part 25] "A Bridge Closer" Click here for other parts

[silenceofthewave]

Why is Soundwave the only one who pays its slagging taxes?!

Shouldn't this be like? A core tenant of being Autobot aligned?? Why is it that the former Deception Third in Command is more of a law abiding citizen than the literal new government employees????

[themimicwecallmeg]

Platonic Yandere D-16 and Bumblebee who takes Bee in the divorce

Hi!!! I like your request, a wonderful TFOne oneshot… Okay so I want to say this first; I really wanna do a baby bee type scenario I hope you won’t mind… or maybe that’s what you want? Anyway I’m done yappin, tysm for the ask and enjoy ^v^

‼️SPOILER ALERTT‼️

TW: Kidnapping, manipulation, one-sided feelings (platonic still), over-protectiveness, possessiveness

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⛓️: When he saw Orion fall in the well of Cybertron, previously shot by his best friend, now turned into his greatest nemesis, Bumblebee, AKA Badassatron or B-127, managed to keep Elita from jumping to his rescue, despite him being smaller than her. She screamed a sparkfelt “NOOO-” and Bee’s audials flinched… he didn’t like too loud noises, and the crowd around wasn’t helping. He saw his best friend, Orion, fall to his death, no more left arm as it was blasted off by D-16…

⛓️: Elita fell on her knees, Bee silently trying to comfort her as he noticed D’s intense scarlet gaze, turning around to Sentinel desperately trying to crawl away, wounded and weak… Bee was overwhelmed, the crowd was cheering way too loudly for D, who was now dealing with Sentinel’s minions effortlessly as his fury took him over

⛓️: Suddenly, D took Sentinel by his back collar, Bee knew what would happen, he wanted to cover his blue optics, he didn’t want to look… but he did… as Sentinel was ripped in half… Bee subconsciously put a servo on his mouth plate in horror, while Elita was starting to not recognize D anymore

⛓️: He gasped when D ripped Sentinel’s t-cog out of his chest, wielding it in the air, making a speech to all high guard members as he started shooting and blasting down everything Sentinel owned… including some innocent cogless miners in the way

⛓️: Elita told Bee to evacuate the city, or at least try getting everyone to safety, even if she knew Bee was still too young to do all this… she couldn’t help but rush at D- wait no… Megatron… He tried to stop her, crying at her that it was suicidal, but instead she ignored the cries of the sparkling… rage also taking over her…

⛓️: Finally when Bee managed to get out of the crowd, he met Megatron’s gaze… it was firing red, crimson sparkles of rage emitting from them as he approached Bee, but Bee was mortified, he stumbled into his pedes and fell on the ground as D-… Megatron crouched to his level…

⛓️: “Come with me Bee… you’ll be safe with me… Sentinel’s gone… you’ll be better with me… under my care… forever” Megatron’s tone was petrifying, his red optics showing desperate possessiveness as he restrained himself from picking up Bee and bring him with the high guard and him… Bee was on the ground, mute from the fear that made his spark almost jump out of his chest…

⛓️: Suddenly, the ground opened from under them, a huge blue blast of energy knocked both of them down… but Bee? He fell unconscious, his processor not able to process anything anymore… he missed the fight of the titans… but what he didn’t know was that when the high guard and him left Iacon for good… Megatron brought something… or more like someone with him…

⛓️: Bee woke up in a room that wasn’t his, or maybe more of a “rusty old place that was falling down” type of room. He felt a painful pang onto his intake pipe… he touched it with a servo snd he saw blue energon on his digits… how was he even alive? He tried to ask himself the question… but trying to use his voice box made him feel intense pain, a pain stronger than Darkwing’s punch, a pain stronger than being left alone in sub level 50… a pain he couldn't even express… At least… not verbally

⛓️: Outside it was dark… smoke was seen outside, fire… then blasts of energy started to be fired in the sky, as if celebrating something… screams and victory howls were heard, which were loud enough to make Bee cover his audials firmly

⛓️: After some time, loud and imposing pedes could be heard walking towards his room, as he tried to get away, he noticed a tight handcuff on the side of the recharging berth he was on… he couldn’t escape… poor young Bee… still a sparkling, forced to live with a future tyrant until maybe, just maybe, Elita and Orion find him… Bee will learn everything that he missed… or maybe he won’t..

— After all, Megatron is known to be more than stubborn at times… he’ll take good care of Bee… as long as he… stays… quiet… —

OMG I AM SO PROUD OF MYSELF FOR THIS ONE!!! Second ever yandere work, GOD this felt so good to write.. anyway @shatteredglass36, I hope you liked it and I hope anybody who stumbled upon this likes it too ^v^

- Meg >:3

[raspberrighost]

I finally finished the ref for Crosswind! I love her sm. Shes just kind of a big ol pookie.

She's calculating, a lil loud, but mostly just doing her best.

Shes a wee bit shorter than Jetfire despite her alt-mode being larger than his. She's just compact!!

Info stuff down below :V

Crosswind has a deep running loyalty for the autobot cause and anyone who is under her direct care. This loyalty often leads to her calculating high risk, high reward situations in battle to ensure everyone makes it home. This willingness to engage in risky actions makes her come across as a lil’ unhinged, but she is assured in her abilities and driven by her need to keep casualties down.

When in battle she is seen in the skies, offering support in many forms. Often she is found evacuating injured parties, and containing the fight to its current area to minimize casualties. If able she will intervene in active gun fights, using her size and speed to ensure whoever is pinned safety. 

She has a decent amount of combat experience,  and what she doesnt know she makes up for in her ability to process information and throw her weight around. Fighting against similarly sized bots means she has to rely on her smarts more than experience and fire power. If others are present and at risk she will continue to engage until they can get to safety or she dies. 

The only way she will disengage is if someone can convince her processor that her present calculation is incorrect. 

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Generally very pleasant and kind off the field, she does keep a distance, rarely indulging in her personal thoughts and past experiences, but enjoys small talk with the other bots around the base and learning about them. Gets along with most everyone at a base level, but struggles to make deeper connections because of it. It’s a mix of both fear of not seeing them again, and self-doubt. 

Despite this hesitation, she is fairly close with some bots like Jazz, Sideswipe, and surprisingly Ratchet. She does work closely with Prowl off the field, and while they hold a mutual respect, her propensity to disregard rules and risk her own safety means they often butt heads.

She adores the Earth's fauna and flora, adopting the color green quickly for her altmode when she arrived, as green is not commonly found on Cybertron in such beautiful abundance. She kept parts of her orange coloring as a tactical choice so she is easy to see in forested areas and the sky for her team to quickly locate for evacuation. This is a double edge sword as it makes her visible to the enemy, but it's a risk she has been willing to take since the beginning. 

Prior to the war she was an intelligence analyst, constantly searching for flaws and ways to mitigate long term risk for multiple clients. Once the war started she hesitated to join a side, unable to convince herself that a side ran mostly by the previous militia’s personnel was good let alone a side where brute strength seems to rule all. She believes this hesitation led to the loss of some of her closest friends. 

Quick tid-bits:

She is built for long hauls, and landing in tough terrain. This makes her use essential when hunting for energon in remote locations.

She has the ability to survive for longer periods in harsh climates. She is often used as a warming hub/base of command during these missions in order to prolong their mission. 

Her support varies on the needs of her team. She can put out encroaching fires to minimize damage, contain fights, remove injured, or transport. 

Crosswinds altmode is an Illyushin, a multi-purpose strategic airlifter, built to haul 88k lbs 3,100 miles in under six hours (thats from southern Cali, up to Maine in less than six hours for perspective). The build also makes them perfect for landing in rough terrain and taking off on short notice without much runway space. Occasionally used as a command center.

They were built to be all-arounders, and therefore I wanted Crosswind to represent that. They even come equipped w two rear guns, but it wasn't their obvious purpose.

lil close up of her pre-war look, and a comic close up