âWhatâd you do to it, Vector?â
âNothing! Just cut it apart, like normal! I dunno what this is.â
âPfft, itâs making noises at you. You definitely did something to it, some funky spacetime thing.â
âNo really! I⊠it does have weird vibes, but itâs not my fault-â
âArenât you gonna answer it?â
âUhmâŠ.. hello?â
Ask Vector (Prime?) and the firstforged family
Welcome to a Transformers AU askblog centered around the very first members of the Cybertronian species, before they even know what âspeciesâ means! The main AU can be found over at @thenamesblurritoâ, this is a spinoff of sorts.
CONTEXT & RULES
CHARACTERS (check whoâs active by clicking the âactiveâ button on the side)
ASKBOX:Â closed while I work through answering, 13/15 current asks
M!A: none, not accepting any right now
For those on mobile for whom the links might not work, all the information is contained below the cut-
Characters-
(bolded/starred ones are currently active and available for questions)
*Vector- youngling. he/him. a timespace mess.
*Logos- youngling. he/him. reality optional.
*Quintus- youngling. they/them. kills with curiosity.
Solus- youngling. she/her. flaming creativity.
*Maximo- youngling. they/them. slick and clever.
Prima- youngling. he/him. plans and people.
Optimus- youngling. they/them. hope via punching.
*Megatronus- youngling. he/him. rough and tumble.
*Alpha- youngling. he/him. prim and peculiar.
Onyx- youngling. he/him. dog personâą.
Amalgamous- youngling. they/them. anti-physicality.
Micronus- youngling. he/him. trick AND treat.
Alchemist- youngling. he/him. good vibes only.
Nexus- youngling. they/them, singular she/her. scatterbodied.
Primus- adult. he/him. bit of a fixer upper.
Epistemus- adult. he/him. genuine genius.
Adaptus- adult. he/him. good-hearted jock.
Solomus- adult. he/him. will cut you.
Mortilus- adult. he/him. hugs from heaven.
Context-
In a strange little sector of space, there is a living metal planet. Secreted away across the planet, there are members of a family. An odd and unpracticed family, they are the first of their species.
The firstforged family.
This is an AU âprequelâ spinoff of a Transformers fan canon called TF:SNAP, following the first Cybertronians to ever exist. The events of this askblog are noncanonical to SNAP, and vice versa. I donât use OCs for this project, and the vast majority if not all of the plot and worldbuilding elements I use have some basis in actual TF canon somewhere. If you recognize something, congrats! Youâve probably found one of the canon inspirations Iâm drawing from. If itâs not like youâre used to, please remember this is an AU of a fan canon.
The firstforged family is the Guiding Hand and the original Primes, and you can check out the interactive character roster here. The Primes are all younglings, teenager equivalents, and all siblings. The Guiding Hand are all adults, all siblings, and the parents of the Primes. If youâre wondering what there is to do on a primordial Cybertron where these are the only people to exist and âcivilizationâ isnât even a word yet⊠send an ask ;)
Content warning-
Topics I may cover/draw include: violence, gore, invasive mental and medical acts, genocide/forced extinction, violation of personal boundaries
Topics I wonât cover/draw include: lemon/NSFW
Rules-
Iâm doing this for fun, to explore my own canon. I reserve the right to ignore or delete asks Iâm uncomfortable with answering, wait as long as I need to answer an ask, and say no to any prompt I donât want to pursue. I do have some plot to follow here, so stay tuned for that.
This is, kind of, an AVP blog! Ask Vector Prime has been a source of canon information for Transformers for a long time, and Iâm greatly inspired by the noncanonical fan one run here on tumblr. The Vector behind this blog, however, is much younger, less experienced, and ignorant of a great many things. Feel free to fish for information, but he probably knows less than you do!
This isnât an RP blog. RP blogs are free to send in-character asks, just for some interdimensional spice, but Iâm not going to start any threads, I donât have the mental bandwidth for a back-and-forth like that.
Not shipping any of these characters with each other, sorry. Itâs a bunch of siblings and parents. Ships might work in other continuities, but not this one.
I donât mind innuendo or violence-related NSFW, but no sexytimes here.
I wonât accept magic anons unless I ask for them, so pay attention for when I put out a request. Iâll keep that status updated in a pinned post, along with any other current events/themes/arcs. There will also be times when some characters are âawayâ aka unavailable for this blog, as opposed to âactiveâ. Please check the character roster to find out which ones are active.
Anonymous sent:
hey quintus, do you ever feel like maybe your siblings would appreciate having more arms? like if you add some they'll be able to do whatever they do so much easier and better?
âNoooo, why would you encourage them,â Megatronus cries. âDo you know how dangerous that is?â
âNononono listen-â Cables writhing, Quintus scrambles over to him. Megatronus is unsuccessful in trying to duck all six of their grasping hands. âThink about it. Fighting a monster? More ways to hurt it. Picking up fuel? More room to hold it.â
âQuintuuuuuuuus,â he whines, failing to shrug them off.
âJust imagine what you could do!â Quintus is now puppetting him around to enact their imagery. âIf you just let me do a couple things, it wonât hurt much I promise, youâll be fine! Probably!â
When he looks desperately to his other siblings as Quintus continues chattering about their dubiously safe plans, Vector hides his face and Alpha stares down at him coldly. âYouâre on your own.â
And Megatronus goes limp and hollow in despair as he is consigned to be Quintus-fodder for the rest of the day...
((((something quick and simple just to keep this blog alive! they donât know what âscienceâ is yet, but Quintus is already a mad scientist for sure
I am in awe of this brilliant set of diagrams in reference to this answer here, thank you very much Jensen. I canât draw atm, but I can tell you that Quintus is delighted and itching with curiosity, Logos is once again mildly grossed out by the phrase âchew holeâ, and Vector is pretty sure the box displaying images is so much worse than just questions
Anonymous sent:
Hello? This is *Kzzccht Zggzcht*, reality cluster Vidocer, outside recognizable streams. Outside recognizable anything. Attempting communication through meta soft spot, log 509876788. If received by anyone on or offline please respond with who, where, and when you are. Why is optional.
âIt has to have a camera,â Alpha says. âItâs made comments on our appearances before, right?â
âI think so. Probably. I just wanna know what a reality cluster is.â Vector canât help but think of the little crystal clusters that Alchemist always has on him somewhere for snacks.
âWe should have specified which big flat part,â Alpha mutters, tail twitching in thought. âItâs the large one near the icy part, in the area towards the sunrise with the canyons. Thatâs why everything is so jagged. Itâs rather plain, actually.â
Vector shakes his helm. âScreenâs already off, Alpha. Thatâs what youâre focusing on? Not the why?â
He tilts his chin up. âWell I thought that was already obvious. Why we are is because we are from being made to be as we are.â
And with that Vector decides for the umpteenth time heâs going to quit having conversations with Alpha that require any sort of deep abstract thought. It isnât worth the effort to follow along with such nonsense.
((((iâm home which hopefully means more free time. itâs kinda hard to describe where on a planet you are when you havenât come up with cardinal directions or geographical labels yet!
Anonymous sent:
sorry logos and vector, didn't mean to come off as creepy or anything! we were just curious :)
what do each of you (and quintus if they're around) like and dislike most about each other? when did you become a trine?
Before the hole to the half-real dimension that Logos disappeared into can close, Vector sticks his arm through, rummaging around to try and find his sibling. âSomeday heâs going to learn to control this ability,â he grumbles. âMaybe when you arenât jumpstarting his spark without warning, Quintus.â
They shrug with all three sets of arms. âHow is he going to practice spatial shifting if he canât handle the unexpected?â
Vector doesnât grace that question with a reply, now up to his shoulder in the hole, so Quintus continues thinking aloud.
âHmm, I think, I like best the way both of you always have a response to something I say, even when everyone else doesnât. At least somebody can keep up with me!â
At that, Vector pauses and sighs. âYeah, okay. I like how you actually understand what I can do, and Logos too. But then you ask for a paradox anyway. Stupid.â He sticks his glossa out at Quintus before gasping and heaving backwards. Logos reemerges into reality dragged by a doorwing, trailing cold vapor from the half-dimension.
âTell you what,â Logos coughs up his own energy with static in his voice. âI donât like how I can never get a minute alone without the two of you.â
âAnd I donât like how you never say thanks when I fetch you back again,â Vector snips.
âWonderful!â Quintus drapes themself over their trinemates once more. âArenât you happy weâre such close siblings?â
(((( did you think Iâd let this blog die so easily??? I may be in places with terrible or no wifi, and have miniscule free time, but Iâm not abandoning the firstforged! Hereâs a worldbuilding comic about how trines and spark relationships work in this universe, by the way, since the fanon term âtrineâ means.... many things, depending on who you ask.
Looks like the askbox is on the fritz! 15 is my limit, and Iâll work through answering them and reopen once Iâm not as swamped. Thanks for your curiosity, Iâm having a lot of fun and getting some great questions!!
Anonymous sent:
Dear ATF, were all of you created at the same time? Or is there an "eldest"?
Quintus ignores the sound of scuffling and snarling as Megatronus leaps on Alpha in the background. âOptimus was picked up last, of course--in fact they almost werenât found at all! Hmmm I wonder what wouldâve happened if one of us had been left in the hotspot...â
âIf you ask me to hop back in time and make one of us abandoned to stay in the hotspot as newsparks, donât,â Vector says flatly.
âWell you could have at least let me ask it out loud first,â they grumble. âLetâs see, uhm. I and Logos and Vector were forged all at once, of course, and Alpha and Megatronus, and all of Nexus too. But really the only order there is between us is who first got plucked out of the hotspot by our guiding hand.â
âYeah, I guess our guardians are the eldest?â With an absent wave of his hand, Vector teleports away the violent ball of fur and feathers just as they were about to tumble into his legs. âEpistemus says the five of them were around for a... while. He hadnât programmed a chronometer yet.â
Itâs difficult for even him to measure how long those five had existed. Looking at their timelines is all wonky, Mortilus especially, and Primus always chastises him for giving himself a helmache. Sometimes it seems like theyâd been around for eternity, even though Adaptus had told him about their first memories. Sometimes it seems like theyâd only come into being when all the newsparks erupted, existing solely to guide them. Solomus always tells Vector that they all are people here and now, so it doesnât much matter, and every day their experiences will reforge them anew, in a way.
But time is Vectorâs thing. He canât help but be curious sometimes.
Megatronus yelps in pain in the distance and Vector rolls his optics. Better curious than stupid.
(((( some LORE! this is the kinda stuff you wonât find in the mythology books written long after the fact. Vector here doesnât quite know how to make sense of the wibbly-wobbly-timey-wimey-ness of his five parents, but heâll work it out eventually
@sgtransformersdork sent:
Hello, I donât really have a question, I just wanted to say that I platonically love all of you.Â
âYou donât need to threaten them Maximo!â Vector swipes the box back, and Maximo lets him. âWhat are they going to do, put mean things on the screen??â
They look entirely unmoved. âCan it hurt to give a proper warning?â
Megatronus snickers. Alpha jabs him in the chest to get him off his shoulder.
âItâs only courteous.â Maximo struts off, far too smug. âI know I at least would like to know how far to push before finding retaliation.â
âDrama bot,â Vector mutters.
âI still donât know what plakonatilly is,â Megatronus announces.
âI thought it was planitocally?â The question has already disappeared from the screen. âI might be wrong.â
âItâs platonically! Platonically. For goodness sake.â Alphaâs optic is twitching.
His twin pokes his cheek. âAlright then smarty-struts, whatâs it mean then?â
âI donât know, but at the very LEAST I remember what the word is,â he sniffs.
(((( itâs been a tough week yâall but here i am. fun fact this was the first question i ever got! just saved it til the right time to answer. for some of these i might start doing less art more text, but that will depend entirely on if the art muse allows me lol. also iâve typed platonically enough times that it no longer looks like a word
Anonymous sent:
i pull out a laser pointer and make the little laser dot appear on the nearby rock in hopes that maybe Megatronus or Alpha Trion will chase it, if anyoneÂ
Vectorâs laughter makes the little red dot shake and jump against the ground, and Alpha leaps to follow, optics intent on his prey. Itâs not the most graceful heâs ever been.
A few seconds more and Alpha freezes and trips over his own paws. Angry embarrassment dawns on his face. The damaged bulb on the box flickers out, and he weakly bats at the fading light, fuming. Vector laughs so hard his vocalizer is reduced to static.
âYouâŠâ Alpha whinges. âThatâs mean.â
âI didnât do it!â Vector wheezes out, hands on his knees. âThe laser turned on by itself! Was that some nice bait to fall for??â
He furiously opens his mouth, rethinks, and shuffles around to sit primly on the ground as if nothing had ever happened, aloof and haughty. âIâm simply on such high guard that I move to attack a threat before thinking.â
(((( uh huh sure Alpha yeah we definitely believe you. I know he hasnât really shown much of himself here but weâll see his face in the next one. now that Iâve got this blog kinda established I think Iâm gonna slow down my answer rate. at some point I can no longer procrastinate assignments by drawingâŠ..
Anonymous sent:
hey megatronus, we havent seen you yet, what do you think of this question box business?
âWell, itâs not... just a box,â Vector hesitates. âYeah, itâs a box, but itâs weird.â
âUh huh.â Megatronus keeps his lazy smirk as he flops backwards, stretching. âThere you go arguing again.â
Vector opens his mouth to disagree but stops himself just as quickly with a growl. His flippancy is good at disguising the same sort of clever verbal traps that Alpha likes to use. Megatronus just usually laughs and moves on instead of lording it over everyone like his twin.
âYou think thereâs any way to get Alpha to stop being so... like that, about the box?â
Megatronus snorts. âOnly if it manages to be more interesting than keeping up his own paranoia.â
âBut you donât agree with him.â
âWhatâs it gonna do to me? Gimme a virus?â The baring of fangs that he calls a smile shows just what he thinks of that possibility.
(((( Tronus told me that heâs gonna have two entire fullbody panels and I do not have the ability to disagree. donât worry yâall, the stubborn lil Alpha shows up in the next question!
Anonymous sent:
dearest vector (title unknown), how did you get that shiny glowy fancy sword?
âI still maintain that being the main source of inspiration for something counts as a significant degree of creatorship,â Logos sniffs. âAnd itâs not my fault that nobody but you or Mortilus can really use something that slices apart atoms when you swing it wrong.â
âIt doesnât take my powers to not chop your own leg off.â
âTimespace proprioception. Whatever. Solus may be credited with the design and creation of that sword, but itâs practically a mini-Logos in composition.â
Vector snorts and lets it fall back into the storage of unreality from where heâd summoned it, microfractures between timelines healing with his automatic gesture. âI am not going to put your name on a sword. Or any name. Who gives names to weapons?â
âIf you do, you have to use the consonants of my name. I demand it.â Heâs smirking again. Vector doesnât fall for the bait.
âSure. Yeah. Thatâs gonna happen.â
((((( astute readers (aka folks like me obsessed with easter eggs) might have a guess as to what particular sword this one is, or rather what it will someday become. Vector needs to be careful with those accidental prophecies there! also, huzzah, we see their knees, itâs a miracle
@oldboyjensenhinglemeier sent:
Thank you for answering, Quintus you are polite, but can you surf? Someday, it is your destiny to learn to surf I can read it in your helm. In answer to YOUR question, at least one creature with a chew hole has access to the communication network you have discovered. Probably more. We are stupid and benign I promise. Especially stupid.
âI am absolutely keeping this box, no, quit it-â Quintus flails futilely at Vector as he goes fuzzy to phase through their grip and snatch the box back. âWhu-oh come on! How come you get to take it every time?â
âBecause last time I let you hold it for more than an hour you started disassembling it!â Vector has perhaps grown a little more attached to a mechanical organ wrested out of a corpse than he should be, but itâs interesting, and entertaining, and something to break the tense boredom of miles and miles of wilderness with only five of his siblings to keep him company.
Logos looks queasy. âChew hole. Why.â
âIâm hardly going to disassemble it now, thereâs so much yet to learn! Whatâs on the other side? How many? Is it autonomous? Is it us but in a different timeline? Why are they asking questions?â
âPlease donât start a dialogue with something we donât understand yet,â he groans. Box safely stored in subspace, itâs only a matter of time before something new pops up and this argument happens again. âOkay. Okay, uh... basic rules: no breaking or disassembling, no mind games, no asking me to shatter reality to hop through the screen. And if you keep that...â He sighs. âI guess I can share the box more. Maybe.â
âNeither of you are going to comment on the chew hole thing?â Logos blurts.
Quintus and Vector glance at each other, then shoot a flat look at Logos. âWhy would we? Sounds exactly like the kind of thing youâd say to weird us out.â
(((( quintus is too smort for their own good tbh. this is the previous question being referred to
Anonymous sent:
Hey Vector, what were you stabbing just then?
âMaybe that particular one was a new model,â Maximo muses, antlers bobbing. âUpgraded hardware, more comprehensive comms suite...â
âI shouldâve asked Quintus to look at that monster,â Vector says. The hanging bits and viscera got annoying after the first few days, so he trimmed it up and patched some parts, but all the integration ports are still ragged from when he yanked the box out of the wreck.
The box isnât alive. But what could be on the boxâs network if not other monsters? Very weird...
He pauses. âHang on. Maximo, I thought you were avoiding this thing too.â
They sniff and shuffle their wings. âAlphaâs caution is only practical up until it becomes arrogance. Heâs off somewhere fuming at my betrayal.â
(((( kiddo number four! how rich, Maximo, talking about arrogance as if it isnât the pot calling the kettle black
Anonymous sent:
for logos: what are your favourite problems/puzzles?
âYou all need to stop crawling over me just to grab this!â Vector sends the box a few seconds to the left and plants his elbow in Logosâs middle.
He doubles over and snaps âIt asked me, idiot.â
Well, heâs got him there. But after toting the thing around for a dozen solar cycles, Vector has started to almost like it. âDoesnât mean Iâm scaffolding to climb on,â he says sullenly and flicks the box back into existence. âAnswer your question then.â
He doesnât deign to acknowledge Logos sticking out his glossa at him.
Logos leans over to scan the question again and Vector allows it. His doorwings flick up and down as he chews on his words for a moment. âI like reconfiguring things. Restructuring. Making a new way from whatâs already there. Like the nest we cleared out when we found this thing. I find all the little folds and tense points and then turn something inside out without breaking it. Inverted cave systems are fun to explore.â He grins, smug.
âQuit giving it all your secrets!â The faint holler of Alpha reaches them from a âsafe distanceâ, and the two of them look at each other.
â... do you think itâs asking questions to spy on us?â Vector whispers.
Logos holds his nervous gaze for a long moment, face inscrutable. His doorwings sink and he finally opens his mouth.
âNah.â
((((poor Vector, he didnât sign up to play keepaway. but Alpha does have a point. do you have a secret motive with these questions?? looking for weak spots maybe?? hmmmmmmm ominous
@oldboyjensenhinglemeier sent:
Hello hello! Are your weapons edible? Because they look delicious. Very shiny and radiant! How do you make them?
âWhat? Iâm just looking--â
âTwo hands is not just looking, give it back!â Vector is too busy scrabbling to get his box back to notice the tentacles Quintus winds around his legs, until his pedes are yanked right out from under him and he goes thumping to the ground.
âSomebody had to answer the question if you werenât going to,â Quintus snickers.
âItâs a dumb question,â he wheezes, winded.
âSo what?â They hum in thought for a moment. âIâm sure some of our weapons are edible. If you chew really hard. It rather defeats the purpose, doesnât it? And the way we make them is simple! Just find what kills the best and do that more!â
âThatâs not what Solus would say,â Vector grumbles from the ground.
âWell Solus isnât here and youâre bad at this answering thing.â They drop the battered box onto his chest as they wander away. âMaybe practice more.â
(((( first appearance of another kiddo, woohoo! next question also has another ;)
@stonecrusherproductions sent:
Hello- *Zzzzzzzrt* is this on? Is it? Oh, the light's on, okay, okay. Greetings there from *sssssssst*-Gamma. I'm from a possible future of *krrrrrrrt* and this is an experiment. Possibly fail*kkkkkkkkkkt* if it did work I probably wouldn't be *Krrrrrrrrrrrt* nd this. But if this does succeed, I have a *hssssssst*ing for Prima. Keep an eye on *gkkkkkkt* cuz that guy sus af. Oh, and- *message fizzles out*
âThen fix it!â Logos hollers back at him, sifting through his own pile of wreckage.
âHow?â Fiddling with the screen doesnât clear any of the static snow, nor any of his apprehension. A possible future? Not something he enjoys having to mess with, even though heâs admittedly good at it. Who sent this? Whatâs Gamma? Is âafâ a real word?
Worst of all is the fact that it mentions his sibling by name. Vector isnât quite sure what all is in the great wide universe, but anything knowing and using their names spooks him. Thereâs nothing out there that would call them by name, apart from other family members... right?
âI think itâs a communication device. Probably. Whatever network itâs running on is--â
âThe same network youâre always lost in?â
â... not normal.â
(((( I had a good selection of asks to choose from to answer first and this one worked perfectly, thank you stone!