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“Lightning with my hands Lightning with my handdddd ♬♬♬”
This is cute
OMFG
Master post.
Wizard Billy Needs Sleep au. Part 1-7
Captain Marvel has a fake leg au Part 1-3
Captain Marvel What mix
Captain Marvel shenanigans coming soon
A Mute Captain Marvel… coming soon
THIS IS THE FUNNIEST FUCKING RESPONSE IVE EVER GOTTEN ON ANY OF MY POSTS EVER
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i'd like to think optimus will absentmindedly put shit in his mouth as a remnant from his time in The Wild. doesn't even know he's doing it. crumchy
What an evil princess (second in command Megatron)
Bruh, I love your Megatron design 😍
Earthspark Optimus when the lighting is good>>>
Been searching for this photo for fucking ever!
Phantom: *floats into the Watchtower with a baby strapped to his chest*
Batman: ...Phantom why do you have a baby?
Phantom: Oh, I was summoned last night and some lady sacrificed her baby to me, so I'm a dad now.
Superman: What?!
Wonder Woman: Oh? Congratulations.
Batman: You can't seriously just...keep them.
Phantom: Sure I can, anything thats sacrificed to me is mine to do with as I please. Got a puppy once, her name's Bugsy.
Superman: Do people often get sacrificed to you?
Phantom: Oh yeah, but most sacrifices are adults, so I just let them go back to their mortal lives. I'm working with Constantine to get the word out that I prefer nonhuman sacrifices, like food, or herbs, but its slow going.
Batman: Phantom we can't let you keep the baby.
Phantom: *tightens his hold on the baby and eyes falling into slits* And why not?
Superman: Well, you're a ghost and they're...living. I don't think you'd ever hurt them on purpose, but accidents happen, especially with babies.
Batman: A ghost is not equipped to raise living children.
Phantom: Oh, is that all you're worried about? Then- *transforms into living form and quickly puts on a mask* There! I'm human, problem solved. *happily walks away*
Superman: Did you know he could do that?
Batman: *shakes his head*
Wonder Woman: *nods her head* Phantom has many talents, tis why Pandora looks down upon him favorably.
Update on the LTD island drama:
TFP Ratchet fumbled TFP Optimus again.
TFP Optimus is for some reason scared of Bayverse Optimus, but at the same time wants to be friends.
And suddenly Bayverse Optimus is in love with TFP Ratchet out of the damn blue.
Which OptiRatch will prevail?
more shitpost
i wanted to make a wario of drift called grift but realized thats just rodimus cosplaying drift
//edit: more grift here
FILE CLASSIFICATION: RESTRICTED STATUS: RECOVERED MEMORY FRAGMENT
Nobody said the words "going offline" anymore.
That was the worst part.
At first, they had.
Ratchet had snapped at medics to move faster. Bulkhead had refused to leave the medbay doors. Bumblebee kept insisting Optimus would recover because "he always does."
But weeks passed.
And Optimus kept getting worse.
So eventually the conversations changed.
Lower voices.
Long silences.
Bots stopped mid-sentence when someone entered the room.
Like if nobody said it aloud, maybe Cybertron wouldn't hear them.
Maybe Optimus wouldn't either.
—
The corruption spread slowly.
Cruelly slowly.
Purple dark energon veins crawled beneath his armor like cracks through glass, glowing whenever pain hit hard enough.
And Optimus— strong, steady, impossible Optimus Prime—
started hiding how much it hurt.
That terrified everyone more than the sickness itself.
Because Optimus never hid pain.
Not unless it was unbearable.
Ratchet noticed first.
The way Optimus braced one hand against the walls when nobody looked.
The way his voice sometimes cut out mid-sentence.
The way the Matrix flickered irregularly beneath his chest plating.
One solar cycle later, Ratchet found him collapsed alone beside the Hall of Records.
Still conscious.
Trying to stand.
Still trying.
Ratchet had never been so angry in his life. Well, maybe he had, not easy to tell with grumpy Ratchet.
"You are falling apart!"
Optimus tried anyway. "There is still work to—"
"There will be no work if your spark extinguishes."
That shut the entire corridor in silence.
Even Optimus stopped moving.
Ratchet immediately regretted saying it.
Not because it wasn't true.
Because of the look on Optimus's face after.
Not fear.
Not anger.
Just exhaustion.
The kind that came from carrying too much for too long.
Quietly, Optimus asked:
"How long?"
Ratchet couldn't answer.
And that answer said enough.
—
Cybertron started preparing for loss before anyone admitted they were.
Ultra Magnus buried himself in security reports. Which he did regularly, but a bit more intensely this time.
Drift meditated for solar cycles at a time. As did his little minicons. Torturing little minicons!
Bumblebee stopped visiting medbay entirely because seeing Optimus weakened made something inside him crack.
The Autobots tried to function normally.
Tried.
But grief poisoned places before death even arrived.
The halls of Iacon felt colder.
Quieter.
Like the planet itself was waiting.
—
Then the council started discussing succession.
Not publicly.
Never publicly.
But whispers spread anyway.
A new Prime.
A contingency.
An heir.
Ratchet nearly tore apart the council chamber when he heard about THAT plan.
"He is not offline or even unconscious yet! Stop talking like he is already offline!"
"But he may be," one councilor answered carefully.
Ratchet looked ready to deactivate someone.
Alpha Trion intervened before that became literal.
"There are ancient protocols," another councilor pressed nervously. "In the event the Matrix loses its bearer—"
"You do not create life to replace grief," Alpha Trion said sharply.
But desperation had already infected the room.
Because nobody knew how to imagine a future without Optimus Prime in it.
Including Optimus himself. That was born from too many thousand stellar cycles of carrying Cybertron on his shoulder, saving Cybertron, and restoring Cybertron.
—
The protoform chamber was ancient.
Older than most of Iacon.
Dust coated the lower platforms from centuries without use.
The protoform inside wasn't viable.
Everyone knew that.
Too small.
Too unstable.
Its systems barely functioned in stasis.
Ratchet dismissed the idea immediately. "It won't survive ignition. It's not even meeting at least 10 basic standards."
"Then perhaps," a councilor said quietly, "it does not require a normal ignition."
Silence.
Every optic in the room turned slowly toward Optimus.
Ratchet actually stepped in front of him. "No."
Optimus hadn't spoken yet.
Ratchet's voice lowered. "You can barely maintain your own spark."
"I know."
"You could deactivate yourself."
Another silence.
And Optimus—
tired, corrupted, struggling just to stay standing—
looked toward the protoform anyway.
That hurt Ratchet more than anything.
Because Optimus looked at it like he'd already made peace with the possibility.
—
Later, when everyone else had left, Optimus returned alone.
Or tried to.
Ratchet was waiting.
"You really thought I wouldn't notice?"
Optimus paused near the chamber entrance.
The dark energon corruption pulsed faintly beneath his armor.
Ratchet hated seeing it.
Hated it. Absolutely ready to do anything to get that corruption out.
"You are not sacrificing yourself for a political contingency plan," Ratchet snapped.
"This is larger than politics."
"No. This is fear." Ratchet stepped closer. "They are terrified of losing you."
"As am I." (A/N this sounds so like OP AM I RIGHT?!)
That stopped him cold.
Because Optimus almost never admitted fear aloud.
The room stayed silent except for the hum of failing machinery.
Then quietly—
"I do not fear death," Optimus said.
Ratchet looked away immediately because somehow that made it worse.
"I fear leaving them alone."
Oh. Oh, that hurt.
Ratchet swallowed hard. "You already gave this planet everything."
"It still needed more."
"That is not your responsibility!"
Optimus smiled then.
Small.
Broken.
Tired enough that it barely looked like him.
"Was it not?"
Ratchet couldn't answer.
Because for millions of years, Optimus Prime had carried Cybertron on his shoulders so consistently that nobody remembered how to ask him to stop.
—
The protoform floated motionless inside the chamber.
Tiny frame.
Unlit optics.
No spark.
Nothing. Waaay too premature. So premature that it may not survive the spark ignition.
Optimus approached slowly.
His steps were uneven now.
Ratchet noticed immediately and hated himself for noticing.
The Matrix glowed weakly beneath Optimus's chest plating.
Flickering.
Like it was struggling too. Maybe it was. Maybe the dark energon was getting to the Matrix too. Would that mean a new spark created from it would be born with corrupted energon?
"You cannot save everyone," Ratchet said quietly.
Optimus looked through the glass.
"I know."
"But you're still going to try."
A long silence followed.
Then—
"...yes."
Optimus opened the chamber and laid one hand against the small, fragile chassis.
For a second, nothing happened.
Then Optimus opened his windshields, and from the Matrix, light exploded outward.
Blue-gold energy surged violently through the room as the Matrix reacted instantly to the protoform.
Alarms screamed.
WARNING — SPARK INSTABILITY ENERGY COLLAPSE IMMINENT
Ratchet's expression changed immediately. "Optimus—stop!"
But Optimus wouldn't.
Or couldn't.
The energy kept pouring from him anyway.
Not controlled. Not deliberate anymore. Instinctive. Like his spark itself refused to let the protoform stay empty.
The chamber cracked.
The floor trembled.
Optimus nearly collapsed to one knee—
Then the protoform moved.
Tiny fingers twitching weakly.
Everyone froze.
A spark ignited inside the protoform's chest.
Small.
Frail.
Flickering hard enough, it looked like it might die instantly.
Ratchet stopped ex-venting.
The sparkling's optics opened slowly.
Bright cyan-blue. Same shade as Prime's. So was the helm. No difference in the helm and shoulders.
And immediately—
The newborn started crying.
Not loudly.
Small sounds.
Weak.
Confused.
Alive.
Optimus stared at her like he didn't understand what he was seeing.
The sparkling lifted tiny shaking hands towards the glass.
Still crying.
Still alive.
And Optimus—
battle-worn, corrupted, exhausted Optimus Prime—
suddenly looked devastated.
Not because she existed.
Because she was real now.
Fragile.
Tiny.
Depending on him immediately.
Ratchet saw the exact second Optimus realized that if he died now—
She would never know him.
That broke something in him instantly.
Optimus touched the glass carefully. "...hello."
The sparkling quieted almost immediately at the sound of his voice. She even laughed.
And Ratchet had to look away for a second.
Because suddenly the room didn't feel like a contingency plan anymore.
It felt like a child. A terrified, impossibly small child born in the middle of grief.
And for the first time in weeks— The Matrix glowed steadily.
Not bright. Not healed. But steady.
Like somewhere deep inside the chaos, Cybertron itself had decided not to give up yet.
THE STARBORN archived myth-record // disputed authenticity
Cybertronian historians would argue about it for millions of years afterward.
Some called it impossible. Others called it sacred. Most called it terrifying.
But every version agreed on one thing:
The night Elita Crystallia was upgraded and her siblings were born, the universe answered.
—
The chamber beneath Iacon had already become unstable after Kristaliya's creation.
Nothing about her birth followed natural law anymore.
A child born from Optimus Prime's spark should not have survived.
Yet she had.
Tiny. Premature. She was fragile enough that Ratchet feared every recharge cycle would be her last.
And still—
The Matrix kept reacting to her.
The stars kept reacting to her.
Even Cybertron itself seemed quieter when she slept.
Alpha Trion recognized the signs first.
Ancient resonance.
Not just from Primus.
From beyond.
Much farther beyond.
—
The second event began when Crystallia started crying.
She was only a few stellar cycles old.
Optimus held her carefully against his chest while Ratchet adjusted failing chamber systems nearby.
Then suddenly—
Every light in Iacon failed.
Not dimmed.
Gone.
Complete darkness swallowed the city.
And somewhere above Cybertron—
The stars moved.
Ratchet would later swear they bent.
Not physically.
But like space itself leaned closer.
Crystallia cried harder immediately.
Then the chamber ceiling exploded with light.
Not mechanical light.
Not energon.
Something older.
Golden sunlight flooded the room first.
Warm.
Blinding.
A presence filled the chamber—burning bright, proud, and impossibly ancient.
Apollo.
God of the sun, light, healing, and prophecy.
His essence poured into the nearest protoform chamber like liquid fire. Then it went into Crystallia, making her stronger, WITH POWERS, but it appeared to have done nothing. This was because since she was premature, she needed to be old enough to activate her powers
The dormant protoform inside moved instantly.
Then came the freezing wind.
The walls iced over within seconds as another force crashed into the room, wild and untamed.
Boreas.
God of the north wind.
Storms howled through sealed chambers while another protoform ignited with pale glowing optics.
Ratchet could barely stand. But he was more in awe of how EVERY essence poured into Crystallia and made her visibly steadier.
Then came water.
Not literal water.
The feeling of oceans.
Forests.
Breathe.
Life connected across worlds.
Eywa. The great consciousness of Pandora.
Soft green-blue light spread through the chamber gently, almost lovingly, wrapping itself around two smaller twin protoforms.
The sparklings inside reached toward each other immediately before they'd even opened their optics.
And then—
Something massive arrived.
The floor shook.
The Matrix flared painfully bright.
Every Cybertronian in the room dropped instinctively to one knee as the presence filled the chamber completely.
Primus.
Not fully. Never fully.
Just an essence.
A fragment vast enough to make sparks tremble.
It moved through the protoforms slowly, deliberately, before settling strongest within Crystallia herself.
Her tiny frame arched suddenly as blue-gold energy surged through her systems.
Optimus held her tighter instantly despite the pain ripping through his own body.
"It's hurting her," Ratchet shouted.
But Optimus couldn't let go.
Crystallia cried loudly now.
Not ordinary newborn crying.
Too much energy.
Too many voices.
Too much existence is forced into one tiny spark.
Then another presence entered.
Different.
Quiet.
Heavy..
Not one name.
Not one face.
Something beyond language.
Beyond planets.
Beyond universes themselves.
The chamber fell silent.
Even the storm stopped.
Every bot in the room felt it.
Love.
Sorrow.
Creation.
Judgment.
Infinity.
And gently—
carefully—
That final presence touched the protoforms.
Not claiming them.
Blessing them.
Ratchet would never speak about the tears he saw in Optimus's optics afterward.
—
One by one, the protoforms awakened.
Crystallia first.
Then her twin.
Then the eldest brother with stronger armor already forming along his frame.
Then the calm older sister.
Then the younger twins were crying softly beside one another.
Six children.
Six impossible sparks.
Born carrying fragments of beings older than reality itself.
The chamber trembled as cosmic energy threaded between them all like invisible constellations.
Alpha Trion stared in stunned silence. "...they are connected."
Not just siblings.
Something deeper.
Something written across creation itself.
—
The newborn sparklings cried softly while the gods faded.
Apollo's warmth disappeared last from the chamber's air.
Boreas's winds quieted into stillness.
Eywa's presence lingered gently around the twins.
Primus's resonance settled into the Matrix again.
And the final divine presence—
the oldest one—
left behind only peace.
Tiny hands reached blindly through the air.
Crystallia's small fingers brushed against her siblings one by one.
Instantly the crying quieted.
All six sparklings are settling together instinctively.
Like they had searched for each other before they were even alive.
Optimus looked down at them silently.
Ratchet watched fear slowly appear across his face again.
Not fear of what they were.
Fear of the future.
Because no child touched by gods would ever live an ordinary life.
And deep down—
Every bot in the room knew it.
Danny: and this is The Mold’s hunting ground gestures to the backrooms. Sometimes people fall through and get eaten. But they're fine, mostly.
Tim: What…?
Danny: yeah the GIW are trying to figure out how to get through it to get to the rest of the realms but it has been stumping them. Its kinda funny to watch actually.
Tim: who…?
Danny: the GIW? It’s actually A-sync but they’re a subdivision of Ghost Investigation Ward. It’s a government funded anti-ghost group. *clicks* Pests.
Tim: okay. Im gonna need you to back up ten steps, what?!
*proceeds to explain the realms*
Danny: yeah the realms is the glue between dimensions ya? The backrooms is where this semi-sentient mold lives. Its like the first level of a video game, the higher the level, the weirder it gets.
Tim: and what level are you from?
Danny: the boss level. *said casually*
Tim: *sus look to Danny.* hmm okay… How do I get back to my dimension?
Danny: thatll take a bit, gotta find the correct universe for your specific bat colony. Time dilation is a factor too. You’ll be here a while. *looks at him up and down* Ya you could pass. We’ll say you’re Dani’s older brother thats been traveling. That usually works around these parts.
Tim: and what parts is that?
Danny: Illinois. *opens door into the streets of Amity Park* For my town specifically, we get a lot of tourist as the most haunted town in america that new faces tend to blend in.
Tim: god damn fuckin’ mid west. *thick jersey accent*
Danny: Ahhh east coast. Been a while since we had any of those. They got their Salem, Maryland witch trials. They-
Tim: You mean the Massachusetts Salem trials?
Danny: no, Maryland. What the hell is Massachusetts?
die rodimags dieeee!!!!!!
I have to do this. This is too funny not to do this and I want to add this headcanon. And my TFA AU is gonna be different from what Canon TFA OP says.
One Optimus: Wait... Bumblebee is your son?
G1 Optimus: That is correct. Elita-One and I found him as a sparkling during the war and we took him in and raised him as our son.
Earthspark Optimus: I'm almost the same except my Elita-One was more of an aunt to Bumblebee and then there's the whole...sending him away then meeting his stepsire.
Animated Optimus: Yeah...That probably wasn't the best move.
One Optimus: We can dive into mess ups later. It's just weird to hear that Bumblebee is your son. He's a good friend in my universe.
Animated Optimus: Mine is a bit younger than me so I see him as my younger brother. There's no way I could see him as my son.
One Optimus: Ditto.
Earthspark Optimus: *looks at Bayverse and Prime* What about you two? You've been quiet.
Bayverse and Prime: ... *Starts sweating coolant*
One Optimus: Are both your Bumblebees your sons?
Bayverse Optimus: ...Yes. Mine is.
Prime Optimus: Yes...
Animated Optimus: Then why are you two... *Place a servo over intake.* Oh my Primus.
One Optimus: What?
G1 Optimus: *optics widen* Oh. Oh! OH!
One Optimus: What?!
Earthspark Optimus: Did they... *Points at lower abdomen*
Bayverse Optimus: *nods*
Prime Optimus: Yes...
One Optimus: Huh? What are guys- *realizes* Oh my Primus! Your Bumblebees have your CNA?!
Prime Optimus: Yes...and...
Animated Optimus: And Megatrons' too.
All: ...
G1 Optimus: Do they-
Bayverse Optimus: No. *Leans in* And it will stay that way.
Animated Optimus: But-
Prime Optimus: If they find out the truth, it will hurt every bot. Please. For their sake.
Earthspark Optimus: ... Fine. But you two cannot keep this secret forever. Eventually, you will have to tell them the truth.
Bayverse Optimus: Only if they're on their knees begging. Otherwise, we will never tell them.
One Optimus: *leans toward Animated and whispers* This won't end well?
Animated Optimus: *whispers back* No it won't.
What happened to Ratchet after Optimus found him in the robot nature documentary AU?
He’s fine enough to be an annoying patient
In Wrecking Cannon, Ultra Magnus has a scar from the times fighting against the Quintessons in his abdomen area.
Once bots realized it was from a Quintesson and starts asking questions about it, He replies with;
“The Quintesson just picked me up and held me a little be tight”
In the most causal-dead voice tone they’ll hear from him while over simplifying plus downplaying the events that happened. He does later on becomes more honest about it after post-events.
