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I went to torment and regret island and found Sunstreaker there

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You just know Megatron was the third happiest when Dot had Robbie, first was Dot herself, and the second was Alex

Gestalt teams and human partners

Masterlist

If you believed Megatron had the worst headache imaginable due to the stupid actions of the gestalt he ordered to be made then you have no idea how Optimus goes along with the gestalt on his own side while being part of one at the time!

Superion

First of the Autobots combiners, and also the first one to crack up the answer to all of the problems a combiner can have, do your components fight or hate each other? Then shut them up and use their frames like puppets, may sound harsh but hey, it works! It drains them mentally and physically, and the bond is so closed off that sometimes it is just silence and darkness, until one of them wants to show off his lover right in front of everyone else with his usual lack of ability to read the room.

Superior is the second-best combiner in matters of movement and decision-making, but it does take a toll on his components to let him exist. All he needs is their desire to crush the decepticons for good under their fists, their frames to exist and their sparks to keep going. He doesn't care who is trying to fool around with a human (it is Fireflight), he doesn't care for the reasons (oh, but Fireflight wanted to talk and show so much about you), all he needs from all his components is the single idea of winning, that's it (Fireflight wants to kiss you so much).

Air Raid is also interested once, much to Superion’s dismay, Fireflight and his affection towards you seem to spill into the bond at least once and, as the foolish romantic apparently is, all he can think about is you, it's a flash pushed to all their face plates, came fast and gone fast because he wants it like that, but the thing goes down bad because he can feel his components go silent until Air Raid goes “Damn!” and Superion feels a burst of heat coming from somewhere, keeping it down was the best course of action at that point, even when it gave curiosity to his components he pushed it down until it was almost suffocating, until the thing pushed up once again. All in all, he has done a good job keeping these infestations away from one another, and only once has he been in your presence while you wait for Fireflight, and okay, he concedes you look ok as his sparks spin a little too fast.

“Who was it?”, Silverbolt, both exhausted and bothered, watches over the rest of his team, “because not everything came from him”, he points at Fireflight, who goes running to his “human-friend” to then kiss you like the world may end tomorrow, making them all watch with different kinds of horror and horny because why is Fireflight being so loud? Silverbolt has had enough and tells Fireflight to go get a room, which he takes personally as he grabs you and takes you away, much to their surprise, to the living units.

They were both surprised, slightly aroused, and kind of repulsed.

So, that little extra something may have come from Air Raid, who is always game for anything that may convey an adventure. Slingshot, for once, is quiet, looking incredibly sheepish, something weird for him, Skydive seems clicks away from combustion.

“Who says it wasn't Superion?”

Superior took that personally, and refused to attach Skydive for his insolence, Fireflight too because he is infecting the rest! “Superior doesn't want a human!”, he states, just to go silent when you appear once again to see your boyfriend.

Defensor

Some could say Defensor is one of the combiners who has handled the situation the best there could be, some say he is acting like a sheltered mech whose seal hasn't been breached yet. Defensor components vary a lot in terms of personality and drives, but they defend, he defends, that's their thing!

Apparently hide and trying to be invisible is also his thing when you appear on the dock.

Their gestalt bond isn't as invasive as the rest of the combiners, so they have a good amount of internal privacy, and also no idea where the filter of affection comes from every time you come along as part of your work (many humans are on watch to alert if any combiner gets out of control), Blades has sworn in the name of his favorite Decepticon massacre that it isn't his deal, and that anyone who doubts him about it will be gutted by his own servos, “squishies aren't my type, period”; Groove is a mech of word, even if he knew who it was he will not rat someone out, it ain't him but he won't judge, love is love for him, “could even be Defensor, who knows?” (it is Defensor); Streetwise takes a minute, thinks back again to the human, much to the others' dismay goes: “I mean, I get it, I get it, but no, it ain't me”; First Aid doesn't count because everyone and their creator knows he has a thing for Springer and no one doubts him when he says it wasn't him, at first then didn't even ask him to begin with; Hot Spot is still trying to see the possibilities of where the affection is coming while trying to appear casual in the whole problem while also thinking about how to control Defensor better, because he can't be acting like this all the time, was strange but he had to ask you to stop coming to supervise them, only to then almost beg you to change back your shift and come back because none of them wanted to handle a sad Defensor when the combiner knew what happened, they already have enough on their plate while being one of the few combiners still active and in duty, they can't dump a miserable combiner into the deal, much less one that doesn't want to work, or the whole toll it takes on them, because what do you mean they feel this disturbance and gloom?

“Who do you think it is?”, a random autobot working in the combiner station asked his decepticon fellow worker, who only did a 50/50 with a servo.

“I'm up with it being all Defensor or Groove”.

The autobot laughed, “No way, combiners don't have that kind of thing”.

Combiners do have that kind of thing going on, as Defensor once again tried to cower away from you, with just the right angle to keep looking where you went, the decepticon opened his servo as the autobot paid 50 shanix, while a neutral scientist didn't stop screaming how revolutionary the discovery was, and that it wasn't time to make bets in the discovery of a century.

The bet is down, and the rest of autobots and decepticons that like gossip are waiting for an answer because they all can't be lying to their faces, not even knowing you? Lies! How can they be saying that while Defensor smiles like that every time you come along?

Sky Reign

Well, let's be honest about this combiner in particular, Sky Reign is very volatile, not inclined to wrath or irritation, no, it is just that since Sky Lynx is its main component he is given a great physical strength, even more than he can sometimes remember he has, prone to being clumsy, terribly so, as none of the components wanted to be in the same body in the first place, and those same components aren't that well adjusted to having such a big frame in comparison to Sky Lynx.

Yet, Sky Reign can't, and I mean can't, keep it down when he thinks of something too much, or if he likes something too much.

And yeah, Thundercracker’s “conjunx” is the first to pop up in the matter, have in mind how in that time he wasn't really in a relationship, he wanted to, and some of that was perceived into the bond, making him wish to disappear when Cosmos was the first to notice, “what the-”

“Don't organic-shame me!”

Both Slugslinger and Sunstreaker were quiet, at least for once, the enigma wasn't that corrupting to their bond, so all that Sky Reign got were a few glances here and there, nothing too crazy.

But mech, he liked it, and still wanted more of it, which didn't go that well as it seemed that Thundercracker was a jealous mech.

“You have no right to see into my mind!”, he would screech, finally behaving like his frame type, Sky Reign still wanted to know, it got so bad that he tried to force it open, to all of them, finding nothing but a few things in between before finally settling again on Thundercracker, who just got enough and severed the bond, making them all fall once the combination ended on his end.

Out of respect for Thundercracker, no one said much, and no one tried to think about it, it was as weird as it could get, Cosmos tried to not think about it while Slugslinger took a more “wow, really? A fleshie?” approach, Sunstreaker doesn't count because he has his own demons and wanted nothing to do with this, if anything, the moment Thundercracker’s human’s face popped up he went into total chaos internally, he didn't want to think about that human, not during the bond, not ever, he had his own problems with another human and having TC’s right in his face plate made him sick (somehow, it felt like cheating for him), so no, no one would look into him and his secrets, if the seeker couldn't keep it down then he would.

Sky Lynx, for another part, was delighted.

“Young love is something to rejoice in!”, the ancient and giant mech would laugh, it wasn't with malice, he was truly happy, which somehow made it worse because Thundercracker couldn't be mad with him, “Been a while since such feelings touched my spark, but it's so beautiful nonetheless”. Somehow, his whole speech kept on and on, to the point of finally making Thundercracker never want to form Sky Reign again, but they had to if they didn't want any lasting damage, so, does anything change for this combiner when TC finally gets together with his human intended?

“Knew they would fall sooner or later!”

No one knows where that came from, but all of them were mortified, except Sky Lynx, who said he couldn't be so crass as to say such a thing, they are still sorting things out, much more so since TC got a human child as an iron apprentice.

Curiously enough, after Max appeared in TC’s life, Sunstreaker had Solar not much later.

Optimus Maximus

Look, the thing with this Gestalt is very difficult, Maximus was created in a very hard situation, Optimus and Prowl in the same combiner while Prowl has a warrant and Optimus wants to make him “see the right side”? Mirage and Sunstreaker trapped in the same body after what Sunstreaker did to Mirage?? Ironhide in the middle of both messes and being the only component keeping everyone in one piece and barely sane?? While Devastator tries to kill them for taking Prowl and Prowl too because he is (involuntarily, again) part of another combiner????

Terrible scenario, no matter how much Optimus tries to say otherwise, it was a terrible situation.

Alright, this time at least it wasn't Prowl’s fault.

It was Sunstreaker’s.

And Mirage is traumatized for years to come and suddenly he wants an organic blanket badly.

Maximus doesn't exactly have a filter, he was made by force, with good intentions to rebuke Starscream’s power, yes, but all components except for Prowl were forced into it, there were no inhibitors and to this day you can see some traces that one mech has left in the other.

You see, first time Maximus was formed there wasn't much to cover from one another and other things were more pressing than others: Sunstreaker’s “thing” (failed conjunx ritus by his trauma and PTSD, and organic phobia) with you going back years? Yeah, that wasn't the most important thing as Devastator tried to kill them, if anything everyone was more worried about Prowl’s mind being shared with Optimus’, funnily enough, not much came from it.

Oh, but when combined again for their own mental health? Optimus Maximus was, for lack of better words, a mess. He was feeling sad and miserable, acting as if he was searching for something that seemed to be missing from his life. Maximus was alive only two times, and none of those instances were longer than an hour each. Where did that feeling of softness and a human face come from? Where did this sorrow come from?

“Who was that human?” Optimus and Prowl were dumbfounded, because of how, where, and when, how? Alright, maybe those last questions were mostly Prime but he didn't believe something like that would be possible (remember he didn't have an idea of Sideswipe having a human along with him in the battleground, Bumblebee did, and never told Optimus, ay); “Why that human?” Ironhide almost had a migraine when he recognized Sideswipe's human friend and realized that, yes, twin sparks do go for the same thing; “Why a HUMAN?” Mirage didn't get it and he didn't want to for years to come, thank you very much.

“Why ME?”, Sunstreaker tried to act like things were normal (they weren't) and then refused to combine for years to come, only forced by his brother and his pet because: “your processor is going to melt or you’ll become even crazier and Primus knows not me or Bob are going along your bullshit!”

Ironically, Optimus Maximus is the only combiner that has never seen the human lover or had one by himself, took years, and, once after a lot of discussion and constant back and forth, after years of only looking down at his servos, Sunstreaker finally permitted Sideswipe to bring you along, and Optimus Maximus smiled under his battle mask for the first time in his existence.

Does this have to do with Optimus’ or Prowl’s interest in humans years later? Did it start here for them? No one knows, and Sunstreaker wants to believe he didn't do this to two of his former bosses. What happens when Maximus comes in contact with any of their kids? Unlike Devastator, he knows they are not his. Codexia, Chainbreaker, Steerchanger, and Solar are all connected to him in some way, but he knows they aren't his, which brings a bittersweet feeling to his shared sparks. Still, he is happy to see how much they’ve grown every time he forms again.

To this day, if Mirage catches himself looking at a human too long, he immediately goes “ah- no, brother, no way in hell, nope!”.

The moment he starts dating humans, Ironhide is going to laugh at him.

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Gestalt teams and human partners

Masterlist

Ironically so for Megatron, all of his Gestalt team's components (at least one per group) have something going on with a human:

Devastator

Megatron’s first completed combiner, is attached to Prowl’s human conjunx. All of his components too, they praise the human, and the human answers back, but the human’s predilection for having Prowl swarmed by the constructicons is too obvious, so far, Prowl has never let any of them touch his conjunx in that way.

Doesn't mean they don't want to.

Have in mind that by being the first decepticon combiner, the last care high command had was the well-being of the components or to keep their minds separated, so all that comes into the bond, well, everything is shared.

Everything.

All. of. it.

And so, all the constructions seemed inconvenienced when you came to see your husband, vents going full blast, panels around hot to the touch, a servo or two covering their faces even when they already had their battle masks on.

“Are they fine?”, you asked Prowl, who had a murderous air to him while looking at them.

“They are idiots”.

So, they had Prowl first, and he is sexy beyond belief, pretty faceplate, sexy frame, nice paint job and a good processor to top all of that, yeah Prowl is the best, and now they have you in the equation too, and while humans are squishy and that was an immediate turn off, they all saw Prowl’s servos stroking your sides as he pushed you up and down and- ehem, who is burning plastic right now?

“You sure they are okay?”

Prowl, who could smell their burning desire, only growled at them, not wanting you to know, you would never betray him, not like that, but the constructicons? Those brutes?

He took you on his servos, going away, and all of them right behind his steps, “Wait! Prowl! We could talk about it! Only if you want of course!”

“Well, I don't want to!”

Needless to say, Devastator sometimes acts like he wants to mass change and pin you against the nearest wall possible, until Prowl reigns them in and makes them act coherently. When Chainbreaker is born, Devastator acts like his own transfluid was the one to create him, “it doesn't work like that-”, but he quiets Prowl down as he takes the new spark, asking you: “wanna do another?”

While at it, all the constructions cry out: “Boss!”, referring to Scrapper, all looking at you carrying CB in your arms, smiling as the new spark laughs, you make him move his tiny, chubby servo at them as a greeting, and they all believe the same, CB looks like Scrapper for them, “Boss, you live on!”

Bruticus

Well, maybe you want to sit down for the news, but two of Bruticus' components are actually “dating” humans, Blast Off, maybe, isn't much of a surprise, he has always had a thing with his loner tendencies, and more than one knows he is desperate to finally show his spark to his intended.

Brawl was the surprise, Swindle, Vortex, Blast Off, and even Onslaught were shocked upon the news, Brawl, that brute?! With a squishy organic of all beings?!

“Our anniversary is soon”

Swindle, the only one who could talk after the shock, couldn't believe it, “Anniversary?!”

“We became conjunx almost a year ago”, Vortex laughed, like the maniac that he is, Blast Off couldn't believe that Brawl was conjunxed before him, of all mechs, Onslaught couldn't believe someone would ever screw the idiot.

So what does Bruticus do from this? Well, he is as intelligent as a sack of hammers (that's coming from the Transformers official page), and he can't distinguish Blast Off’s human intended from Brawl’s conjunx, all he does is look at them and then go: “My conjunx!” before doing the math (takes him 7 minutes) and go: “My conjunxes! My flames!”, grinning and smiling under his battle mask.

Onslaught wants to kill him, kill both human fuckers, and also put Vortex and Swindle six feet under the soil once the first asked if it was a tight fit to a scandalized Blast Off and Swindle asked Brawl if their household expenses were a tight fit, since he knew of a few vendors that would make it easier for him when they got their kiddos running around.

Bruticus loves his conjunxes, and if he could, yeah, he would frag them, but Brawl and Blast Off will have to do.

If they ever have a child, they all now believe Brawl will have one first because it took Blast Off a lifetime to even confess to you, and the moment Bruticus sees the new spark (be it human or cybertronian or fur baby) he wants 10 more, now.

As for how the new tendencies of two of his components affect the rest, well, let's just say that yeah, at least a raunchy image or two showed inside the bond much to Blast Off's humiliation, Brawl doesn't care much, you are hot, and he likes to show off his sensual conjunx, Vortex is a menace once he knows and wants to try, Swindle thinks of Blurr’s conjunx for some reason, and Onslaught can only ask to drink nightmare-fuel because what do you mean all of his Gestalt team are human fuckers?!

Menasor

Have in mind that while Devastator is in the rage pit of his own processor, then Bruticus is a literal idiot with the resistance of a nuclear bomb made of titanium.

Then there is Menasor, the last one, who is the epitome of a game of Russian roulette in psychological terms, sometimes he listens, sometimes he attacks his own, sometimes he attacks himself. Motormaster was giving a team of psychos and broke them even more, Menasor doesn't answer well even to good reassurance.

Also, it is very important to note that only Drag Strip is trying to conjunx a human.

Gestalt teams are almost pushed to form back from time to time for their mental health, and while Drag Strip wanted to keep you away from them (Motormaster), he couldn't keep Menasor away.

Menasor is disgusted by you, and he wants to mount you in all fours and then frag you on the floor, and then cut your throat with his denta, and then live under your skin and stay there to never be separated from you.

What? Did you expect flowers and poetry?

Well, this is the point of inflection, in reality, Drag Strip's future conjunx had an adopted baby girl from a previous relationship, and while he negated it for most of their conjunx ritual, he loved that squishy human pup, he felt pushed when he knew the pretty port he was trying to date was reached by another first, which almost made him forget you, he stopped because you showed your pup to him first, an act of deep, real connection for cybertronians in the most old ages.

Of course, he is the best there is, you would want him as the sire of your kid. Drag Strip became the ultimate girl dad, until you both lost her after the disaster of the Black Box invasion and humanity betrayed Cybertron, again.

What was the first thing he did when he found out you were tortured and his baby was taken? He went for Wildrider, his closest known mech, damn, maybe his amica, then he went for Breakdown and Dead End, facing Motormaster for his baby was easy.

What wasn't easy was getting there late, finding that his baby wasn't there anymore, so what now?

The answer: use Menasor to kill them all.

The problem: Drag Strip broke Menasor with his pain, and, for once, Menasor could think for himself, in pain, sorrow, and a hatred so deep that it hurt, but Menasor finally could work as he was intended to do from the beginning.

What came next? By the time Motormaster had the power to reign over Drag Strip’s loss and Dead End’s sadness, Menasor had made a real massacre of human limbs and a literal river of red blood.

They now all know that Drag Strip has a human possible conjunx, Motormaster called him a human fucker again, Wildrider didn't care, if anything, he thought you were sexy now that he got a view of you through Drag Strip's point of view, Dead End and Breakdown have problems understanding why Wildrider thinks of you like that after all that happened.

Takes time for Menasor to want to form again, they are supposed to do so so as not to fall into further madness. Yet, next time Drag Strip comes back to them and they can finally combine, Menasor goes looking for you, now in real power of his frame, he looks at you, disgusted, crushed, he takes hold of you even when you want to stay away for your own good, he pushes you around with his faceplate once he takes you, his nasal bridge pressing your side.

“Another”, he pleads, growling, so big the motion makes you tremble with his voice, “Another”.

You get it, and go: “she can't come back”.

Menasor, already knowing so, keeps on, “Still try”.

He can't talk correctly, but he already knows the electric pull of your heart is hiding a new spark.

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presscshoot

Hey, un, can someone please help me with this?

I don't really get it, says I have 10 asks, yet then I don’t have any.

I’m sorry to anyone who has tried to ask me something, I still don't get it, but if you want you can try again, because the other day I could answer with no problems and then this.

I like to answer your questions and ideas, if you have more.

mintaikkcorpse

IDW Prowl is insanely funny to me. What the fuck do you mean he has evil ex boyfriends that want him dead??? Is he Ramona Flowers???

crying-fantasies

Different versions: Jazz

Jazz, as a loving, outgoing, and adventurous friend, doesn't show if he feels worried by your normy tendencies, he is still amazed by how you change from your outdoors clothes to your cozy, warm, and soft ones once you pass the threshold of the door.

He wants to go see a movie? You can rent it super fast!

He wants to go party? You two can have a tiny reunion with popcorn and energon goodies.

He wants to go to the beach and surf? Great! You can take a book and a long, comfortable towel to rest on!

It's a different pace for him, but the cozy feeling of it makes him smile sincerely, relaxing comfortably with you in his lap, where he can dote on you easily and you can express your affection more easily, yeah, he can get used to this.

If Optimus or Prowl or the Autobots try to call him while he is with you the probabilities of him feigning a weak signal are high, more so if you're sleeping on him after a session of mutual affection (they use interplanetary connection, mind you).

Blaster gives him a look when he does come back, Jazz smiles like the cat that got the cream.

IDW

Found a good little fellow on Earth, found strange comradeship, and even more deviant attraction, was he scared of it? Not more of when he thought you were lost forever (in the base reality he indeed did, but in this one he is happy), in the first reality before the quantum jump of the Lost Light you did died while the arrival of Unicron took place, Jazz ends up finding what was left, just to remain in Cybertron and finally becoming a musician as he always wanted.

In the new reality, he kind of gets a good end, he is still a musician, but he also has you and all that comes with it.

It took a slower pace to accommodate your insecurities in how it would work, at least slow for him, do you have any idea how long he has been waiting for you to say something? He admits that maybe it should have been him, precious years wouldn't have been lost if he did, but he was also worried in how you would react to it, Jazz wanted to go along the pace you choose, smiling contently when you were finally able to accept what you felt for him and say it sincerely to him.

Pauline was a surprise he loved, Amberdust an unexpected addition that warmed his spark, Mariah a piece of you and him that will live forever, but he still wishes she didn't get so much of him, specially of when he was younger and wild (we don't know a lot of Jazz before he named himself... Jazz).

TFAnimated

You weren't his first organic but you indeed were at least friends.

Music from earth is a new world for him, how can you little humans have so much in such a short existence? You ask him how is it possible for such an advanced race as his to only permit a handful of music to the public if it centered in the war and the good characteristic of the autobots in it? He gives you the reason, Sentinel is horrified by what you've done to Jazz.

Not really in a relationship, only good friends.

Good friends that struggle with keeping a steady communication signal because okay he was very far away, as in the other side of the Galaxy, but how come that they could do this before?

Shattered Glass

As far as it concerns everyone you're his pet/doll with whom he plays with, secretly attached to you, if somebot goes to his habsuit and tries to open your cage then he is already there, somehow, pointing their helm with the edge of his portable cannon.

You're well feed, clean, always wearing dresses that he seems to like for some strange reasons, maybe caused by how he finds funny when your blood vessels dilate and your little face gets all red after he puts a servo under and touches you directly, oh, but you look like a nun when he has to take you out of his habsuit not a fan of having you exposed to others, he doesn't show it but the feeling of danger in the air is still there.

There was this one time the ship almost crashed, by some miracle, or disgrace, you survived, and when a mech you've never seen in your life found your cage and squished you, demanding you squeal to entertain him, Jazz somehow appeared and destroyed that mech's whole neck cabling with his sharp dentae before putting you on his mouth to dissimulate to his peers, gesturing that he killed the mech he was trying to steal from him.

Jazz wasn't exactly lying, but you ask to yourself if it will hurt to use his sharp dentae to end your misery at the moment, he wouldn't try to save you if it meant to show a soft side in front of the other autobots.

Transformers Go! Go!

He thinks you're a neat human ally, will serenade you with his guitar outside of your home, Optimus comes hunting him down because he isn't working and Jazz returns to the base saying he will see you later, you were sleeping and only heard the ruckus, Jazz knows you've problems to sleep so he makes songs to help, totally out of his energetic persona but he is trying.

You still don't get he wants something romantic, Jazz is suffering comically but will not stop his crusade, Bumblebee thinks he is very manly and cool for it.

"Never give up on love, Bee", he says while composing a new song, in reality he will most likely stop if you tell him so, it'll break his spark but he'll accept it nonetheless, till then he'll fight!

Bayverse

Never meet each other.

Skybound/Energon Universe

Jazz’s music is wild, full of life, and it can get overwhelming very easily, just like his own nature and the pull of his spark, so what happens when you put an overpowered spark next to an EMF so low it can only take it? Your answer, as expected, is that while Jazz likes to sing out loud to his music, you hear yours with headphones on.

Is it selfish? Yeah, he is, and he knows it. However, he can't deny that, okay, it still sounds good while connected directly to the music, sitting right next to you may make it even better while watching the forest outside the ship, the usual reverberation on his frame is missing, yet, he still feels the slight trembling in his armor when your hand reaches for his digit, these moments make everything bad go away, no Shockwave, no decepticons, no power fights between the Autobots, just you right next to him in this bubble of peace at least for a moment.

Earth is a fresh beginning, and he leaves it anyway.

Is this selfish? Yes, he knows it is selfish, but, at least, if they recover Cybertron first, they can get the power enough to handle Megatron back on Earth.

The aerial bots are staying, Orion is staying, Cliff, Arcee, Wheeljack, it means everything will be okay, even if he still has problems with leaving Thundercracker there, too. So, you just have to hold on until he can come back; you can do that, right? They are going to be real quick, Jazz promises to come back as soon as they can, and while he almost expected a departing “kiss” like in the music videos he gets it when you only look at the floor, headphones sitting on your fallen shoulders, Jazz will keep his promise while doing his best interpretation of a kiss over your head, he will come back, and you will be here, everything is going to be okay.

Right?

(In the Energon universe, nothing is finished, but everything points to misery and bittersweet drips of happiness)

crying-fantasies

Reblogging with a little something of Skybound Jazz.

tfoutofcontextcomicedition

Happy Disability Pride Month!!!!

(Also, side note: pretty much the ENTIRE cast of mtmte have something mentally going on. Standouts would be Whirl, Red Alert, Fort Max, and the Scavengers as evidenced above, but there’s a case to be made for any member of the cast having some mental disorder.)

(SPEAKING OF WHIRL he underwent empurata, a politically motivated mutilation that swapped his helm out for the one eye we know and replaced his hands with claws. So physical disability there as well. Shockwave and Damus have also undergone empurata)

dailymothanon

I like to make my cassette hosts a little existential 😌 after all it is kinda crazy that they’re the only two (known by the general audience) hosts around, but even then Blaster rarely ever is able to show up anymore, so… anyways, I still like to consider their frame type to be simply a rare and dying one

madamadamiu

Meteor strike

crying-fantasies

Necessity

Masterlist

Some things are of utmost importance for a swarm.

First, it is the hive, the numbers, one of them can be enough to bring down a mech in a fight, but several if not hundreds? Numbers are their greatest strength, but they don't have that, not anymore, there are only three left, and the anxiety is overwhelming at times.

Second, their frames, they depend entirely on their own strength as individuals to make a bigger outcome as a group, but Kickback is the one less damaged, and that's saying a lot as his legs are bent, but he is in a far better disposition than Shrapnel’s missing arm or Bombshell’s missing helm.

Three, their territory, which is supposed to expand every single cycle, or at least enough to sustain the whole swarm for as long as it can, is minimal, their territory, with it comes the fuel, their ground, and more importantly, their nest.

And as of now, they do not have much of any.

Normally insecticons wouldn't even care if they nested next to a autobot or decepticon territory, they would be able to consume whoever came their way, but now they can’t, there is no way to fight back, so they settle in an area that, weirdly enough, doesn't have cybertronians around, only forest and some animals.

But there are a lot of humans, bipedal and stupid, keep coming to an structure near their territory, they had to come to consume them when the opportunity came but it is too little and is gone too fast, with the usual fabrics getting stuck in their mandibles from time to time, if they consume enough, they could regenerate, that is the insecticon way, but the iron in their bodies is minimal at best, and that yellow thing that drops from some flesh is difficult to process into energon inside their tanks.

Their shelter is a cave, and their territory isn’t much in itself, their numbers are laughable and a misery all the same.

And one cycle Kickback returns with a full tank, food still falling from his mandibles.

He didn't want to share, not at first, and Bombshell, if he still had his helm, would have sent him flying away by the audacity, but Bombshell couldn't be intermediary anymore, and Shrapnel had his fun with Kickback until he spilled the truth, and that truth, was a human.

Being honest, Shrapnel almost ate you the first time, but then, your hands wouldn't feed them those tiny, crunchy things, or clean between the seams of their armor, or keep getting the food, or share your body heat with them, making them lose less energon to keep up their functions. Even after such hardship, you still keep bringing food, which, for a queen, is very weird, that's why they exist, your consorts should be the ones feeding you now that they are at their full capacity, but you still pour those crunchy things in their awaiting intakes, and Shrapnel admits with a hiss, that he likes it, feeling your hands cover his intake to make sure not a single grain is lost, feel the tip of your fingers make a path for it all to fall into place, just once Shrapnel cut your skin, feeling the warm fluid falling in his intake, it was an accident, yet he could finally register your real signature, feeling a part of you flowing into his body, it was only right that then he mounted you, also give a part of himself to you, he is the leader, it is his work to choose a new queen.

A queen with grains falling from bleeding hands, his own carrier would be proud of their achievement.

Yet, his carrier would have destroyed you if he knew your forge, well, that weird bleeding thing inside your squishy frame, would never develop as an ovipositor, you would never even produce live sparklings, a death sentence for a swarm, to be bound to a sterile queen, a pressing matter you seemed to brush off most of the time as your work finding them food kept along, Shrapnel was mad at you, they can take, they should take! They are insecticons! They shouldn't do your talking and negotiation! If he wanted, the insecticons would maim this thing called 'farm' and all the people and animals in it! It was the first time Shrapnel rebuked you and the first time you banished him from your side, right in front of his brothers, right in front of that old farmer human.

Shrapnel is the one who crowned you, who gave you power in the hive, even as a barren queen, even as a human, and you dare to shame him like this?

He almost attacks you, tries to ram into you with his horns in his alt mode until you dodge, which makes him feel proud even as his brothers stand next to you, the banishing is expected, Bombshell is bigger than him, Kickback is faster, and the line is drawn after the attack.

For an insecticon, the queen is life, continuity, prosperity, a future, yet the consorts have to think of the hive. If a queen is deemed a ‘waste’, then the consorts have to deal with the problem they created, dying with it when the bond is broken, Shrapnel made a mistake that he must resolve with his life, he has made you queen when you don't have what it takes to be one, a mistake made by inefficient attachment that will get them all killed, if Shockwave was here, he would have been surprised by his stupidity, of that he is sure, if his carrier was here, he would’ve killed him for wasting his lineage.

Weak affection has made him stupid, and a warm body has made him feeble, he is a disgrace.

His brothers are a disgrace too, Shrapnel, at least, has seen his mistake, but his brothers are still delusional. Kickback, he understands, seeing their youngest walking inside the nest, working diligently for an inept queen as he goes around carrying things you want to “harvest”, no insecticon has ever done such a thing! They take and that's it! His brother is stupid, which he has known for a very long time, but Bombshell? He is supposed to be his right hand! The intelligent one, yet Shrapnel found him usually touching your body the few times he found him next to you, with his claws and servos pressing around your soft middle, almost reverent with it.

Seasons change by the time you’re the one to try and reach him, alone and stupid, you enter the portion of the nest he has taken for himself, to be away from his shame, away from your stupid dull allure, what was he thinking? Shrapnel admonishes himself again, what is so good about you? You can't sing like them, you have but a faint sense of a “spark” you measly call “soul”, you don’t have ways of surviving on your own planet, not even an eye-catching frame because you don't even have a frame at all, no plating, no spark, no frame, just meat with voice and stupid ideas of settling in peace when no insecticon knows what peace is!

Shrapnel, wounded by himself, growls at you, pushing himself with the idea that he has to do it, must end you now, free his brothers at least, and die here with you as punishment, or maybe be lucky and be freed from your schemes, have another chance to try and find a suitable queen, his intake opens, his real one opening wide, showing rows of teeth you’ve never seen before, a pit of organic matter becoming energon at the end of it, many humans have entered his intake, destroyed, blended, and yet, while you look surprised by it, Shrapnel pauses, he can't, yet he must, but he can't, he remembers the grains and blood falling from your hands, warmth shared in the same nest, spark finding ‘soul’ as you took his servos in your hands, fingers between digits in one of your creepy displays of human affection as you mounted him, spike and valve out, touching the upperside of his valve and his node while rubbing the underside of his spike, seated and dominant in a way he would have never expect from the you he found years before, making him delirious in the bond that was both energy exchange and physical interaction, only letting go to make that weird thing with your mouth over his intake, Shrapnel doesn't need air like you do, he has vents, yet he gasped in between your affection and the movement of your body, servos itching and missing the hands that let go, the hands that bleed and feed holding his faceplate to keep him near, his olfactory ridge nudging against the side of your face as you almost devour him, your body over his frame, feels like melting, merging for real and he wasn't even inside your body, his claws dragging paths of iron all over the skin of your back, his spark almost receiving a signal back, but it was only a delusion, of that, he is sure.

But he felt so good, it felt so, so good.

He is sick, he is a waste, Shrapnel damns himself, he can't do this, he is a disgrace too, he is a waste as he lets you touch him, letting his optics look you in the eyes, letting him smell the blood he hasn't noticed before, your pulse is different, it feels weird, abhorrent, “What have you done… done?”.

You seem flustered, maybe even shy, you kiss him, that weird intoxicating thing, and he is sure when he touches your belly, how weird it feels, how it doesn't give anymore, he can feel the scar tissue, he can feel his spark flicker in anger and pain, “What have you done-done?!” His voice overlaps, taking your face into his claws, looking at the deep shades of dark tissue around, now watching the pokes here and there, dots in red, punctures, the green and purple discoloration of the skin, the darkest patches showing dead blood underneath.

Shrapnel almost cries out, dragging you near his frame, maniacally pressing servos over the damage, feeling the bumps and the engrossed new skin, taking a moment to realize: someone has touched his queen.

He almost screams, someone has touched his queen!

Someone has harmed his queen!

Right when he wasn't there, someone had hurt his queen!

You pull him, hard, and he lets you, making him look right at you even if it is the last thing he wants, his queen looks beaten, dragged to a bloody fight, a sick experiment, Shrapnel snarls, engines revving with fury, he doesn't want to see anymore, let him go right this instant so he can hunt down whoever did this! Yet, all you do is kiss him, with all his denta in display, with all his pointy armor, Shrapnel is disgusted by this, using his affection for you to win, knowing he won't touch you as you seem one movement away from falling in a mess of guts and meat, but he lets you win, lets you hold him, his ire is insatiable yet he can't push you away, it has been so long, and all he can sense is the scent of his brothers on you.

His brothers…

Shrapnel trashes against you with renewed strength, Kickback would never- Bombshell- Bombshell!

His screeches and screams seem to go around the hive, the soil trembles, and they can feel the new charge in the air, Kickback cowers, not moving from where you left him, Bombshell, for another part, keeps cleaning his bloodied servos with his glossa, not letting his queen’s precious blood be wasted, not caring, as Shrapnel’s voice booms around the hive.

“I’M GONNA KILL YOU, BOMBSHELL-SHELL!”, you drag him down, Shrapnel has had enough, pushing you with force, stopping two steps away, he has damaged his queen too, right now, he has damaged his queen, what kind of hive is this?! What has he done so wrong for this?!

You don't say anything, your nose bleeds from the impact, your hands are full of soil and tiny rocks, yet they don't cower and hold him again, there are no grains this time, you only let him see. “You can have a swarm again”, you admit, tired, destroyed, your nails have a weird pattern, your hair is frail and he can scan you, your organs and systems scream sickness all around, “you’ll have your swarm back”.

The sickness, the wounds, his spark flickers, he is drained, you’ve done this to yourself, what is he to do from the harm done to his queen made by his own queen’s hand and command?

Is this even his queen anymore?

Are you still you?

For the first time in his existence, the fight has been drained out of Shrapnel’s frame, falling in front of his queen, trying to believe you are still you even with what has happened, pressing his helm against the most damaged part of your body, a sacrifice, a queen is life, continuity, prosperity, a future, a queen gives up movement, bound to the hive and the nest and the ovipositor, gives up autonomy, gives up their own frame if necessary, Shrapnel remembers his carrier, chained by his own frame against the walls of the nest, a queen’s duty. Realize too late, Shrapnel never wanted this for you, he can't answer to you hugging his helm, maybe in that twisted human mind of yours this is a gift, you’re cruel, you’re heartless, you're going to be a perfect queen for a hive yet Shrapnel knows that it is an abomination.

When you ask him to mount you, it makes him sick the first few times until he realizes that you are still you in the bond, only changing what could give life, giving him a heavy calm, when you ask him to help with your crops he does, because that thing growing in you is his punishment for disobeying in the first place.

And when the first sparks answer back, for once, this doesn't feel like punishment anymore, he has hope.

But when the first viable protoform you spawn comes out of your body in a mess of liquid and blood, Shrapnel wants to kill it, stopping short as you hold that thing with so much affection, blind to the open intake and the sharp teeth that slaughtered new sparks you will never meet or know about.

Yet he knows, that thing is his, and you ask for a name, an insecticon designation, he hates this thing, wants the worst for it, to die before it's first plating so your heartache is less, less attached, so he calls it Cloudjolt, like his carrier, armor-chained and bred until the new sparks broke and destroyed what was left of his frame, spark drained and damaged.

“It's so pretty”, Bombshell gives him a side eye as you hug your abomination, knowing very well why he came up with such a designation, Kickback is too young to remember, one of the last batches before the war burned down their hive, too young to remember the agonized screams of their carrier, melted for spare metal in the war, yet he can't see this thing that killed his own, Bombshell adores it, because it is proof of the things he did to you, Shrapnel has no problems with leaving the whole rearing of that thing to his brother.

Once Bombshell takes that thing away to let you rest, and Kickback goes to a corner in the hive to lament for his lost sparklings, Shrapnel has little time to lie next to you, let you give affection freely as he presses his servos around your body, checking out, searching for armor that he hopes never grows, that never produces chains of living metal, and every cycle he finds healing skin, every cycle he can feel your affection, and he can rest above the beating heart that keeps him sane in this madness until that thing cries and you go to it again even as his claws try to hold you, so, for now, you’re his, only his, not that thing’s carrier, you smile as he holds you, and he wants that, Shrapnel holds you, and assures this hive, this life, is enough, he doesn't need for more, please, don't keep pouring more of you for him, please, don't provide for him anymore, don't change yourself anymore.

So when you have a new life growing inside you, a new spark hidden in your heart just when he was freed from the first punishment, Shrapnel can only take it, helm resting above where that thing is forming a body, letting you hug his helm in affection, knowing very well a new punishment is coming and you call it love, worst is, you do believe it is love.

Yeah, Shrapnel to this day believes Cloudjolt is a punishment for going against you, he doesn't say anything because every time he looks at your body he believes it is all his fault (and, in a way, it is).

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If someone hasn't noticed yet, my take on cybertronian and human romantic relationship dwell a lot on the point of suffering from loving a human, and how much of that can destroy a mech, their bodies won't survive for long where they can love along, their anatomies will always be what puts them 6 feet under ground, loving a human is hard, not losing your sanity is almost as hard, letting them go is also a focus I want to work more into, my work centers on the angst and that deep gut-wrenching feeling of loss along the fragility we humans have as literal meat bags as some cybertronians calls us.

My work is a lot of angst, gore, war depictions, romance, and sadness with brushes of happiness and the occasional sex and love making in between.

So, if this isn't your cup of tea, you are free to go to another blog, no problem.

If this is to your liking, then let me drag us all down the hole of depravity that helps us cry when we need it.

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Some things are of utmost importance for a swarm.

And as of now, they do not have much of any.

Their shelter is a cave, and their territory isn’t much in itself, their numbers are laughable and a misery all the same.

And one cycle Kickback returns with a full tank, food still falling from his mandibles.

A queen with grains falling from bleeding hands, his own carrier would be proud of their achievement.

Shrapnel is the one who crowned you, who gave you power in the hive, even as a barren queen, even as a human, and you dare to shame him like this?

Weak affection has made him stupid, and a warm body has made him feeble, he is a disgrace.

But he felt so good, it felt so, so good.

He almost screams, someone has touched his queen!

Someone has harmed his queen!

Right when he wasn't there, someone had hurt his queen!

His brothers…

Shrapnel trashes against you with renewed strength, Kickback would never- Bombshell- Bombshell!

The sickness, the wounds, his spark flickers, he is drained, you’ve done this to yourself, what is he to do from the harm done to his queen made by his own queen’s hand and command?

Is this even his queen anymore?

Are you still you?

And when the first sparks answer back, for once, this doesn't feel like punishment anymore, he has hope.

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