#is this transformers

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i finally watched TFOne and I really, really enjoyed it, more than I was expecting to, because it contains what to me is the most important part of any TF media and what I have so rarely seen realized: an Optimus Prime who I can without difficulty visualize playing an enthusiastic game of pickup basketball

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roditini i hope you burn in hell

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i've been reminded of my old 'Transformers No War AU, Lord High Protector Megatron mentors punk bodyguard Hot Rod' AU that I don't think I'll get around to ever actually writing in fic form, so please enjoy this bullet point outline:

standard setup of a no-war prime and protector au. megop married and gross about it especially because megatron spends most of his time in space beating up quints doing the liberation thing.

well, not personally beating up quints, that's the problem, he has bodyguards now who won't let him do things like 'beat the shit out of a 50 foot alien monster'

because it would be a 'political crisis' or something if he died. whatever. cowards. faithless cowards, every one of them. as if he'd get killed.

but over time he has finally managed to shoo off, scare away, bribe with better positions, or otherwise resort to shameless matchmaking to get rid of most of them and now deadlock, his last remaining bodyguard, is married off and bothering his husband about personal safety instead of megatron

so he sets off thinking it's going to be a great trip except there's a teenager by his chair on the bridge. there's a teenager making fun of him. the teenager has flames painted on him and he's calling megatron an old man. wait what--

what do you mean you're the new bodyguard. what kind of a name for a bodyguard is hot rod

so of course megatron calls optimus to complain, immediately, to go 'i KNOW you're up to something, WHAT is this, why do I have a child, you CANNOT trick me into this I WILL not fall for it' and optimus just goes 'please i can't tell you why yet i just need you to trust me that he has to go with you'

megatron, because he is whipped, goes '....fine'

Mentoring, Reluctantly, Ensues. neither party is happy about this.

(megatron at one point calls up deadlock to complain and deadlock goes 'oh yeah hot rod i wrote him a recommendation letter for the job :D')

blah blah plot happens they bond eventually they are in a tight spot and hot rod sets himself on fire to get them out of it

it takes a lot out of him and he's woozy and giggly and megatron has to carry him back to the ship and he goes 'you're a terrible bodyguard. i bet you've never even killed anybody' hot rod, loopy: untrue! i killed zeta megatron: megatron: you fucking What.

turns out that back during the revolution, during one of those crazy months right after nyon got blown up (hot rod also killed all those people but he Doesn't want to think about that), when then-orion pax vanished for a while and came back with the matrix and was like 'yeah it's fine zeta's dead it's not important'. it was kind of important

sequence of events from op's perspective: when hot rod blew up nyon OP went 'oh my god you are a Youth' and took him under his wing to keep an eye on him and also to have someone else to do paperwork

op and hot rod both got kidnapped by zeta because it turns out that carrying the matrix means you can sense who else is a viable candidate for the matrix so zeta, now kind of insane, went off ranting about how orion was trying to build a dynasty to replace him and he and hot rod both went 'what the fuck are you talking about'

stuff happened. hot rod maybe burned him from alive to Very Dead and op retrieved the matrix and hot rod went 'i don't want anyone to know about this ever' and op went 'you know what that's fair you didn't sign up for this'

so OP has kept it on lockdown ever since and hot rod went off and joined the wreckers and jaunted around the galaxy for a bit and then wound up back on cybertron

and the priesthood took an interest in him. because there are Signs. and hot rod went from just a dude going to temple because he likes the music and has thoughts about theology and sometimes talks about it with OP to 'hm these sure are people in authority paying attention to me what a bad sign'

OP saw that hot rod needed to get off cybertron and decided to kill two birds with one stone

back on cybertron: priesthood: where is...the young bearer....(translation: can we talk to the kid instead of you, he seems impressionable and like less of an asshole) OP, an asshole : oh I sent him to go stay with the Lord Protector :) (translation: if you think you can get through megatron be my fucking guest)

megatron, after having dragged this story out of optimus over the long-distance call: i know you said no last time I suggested this, but I really think you should let me murder the priesthood optimus: megatron they do all of the IT work

this story has no real ending which is the main reason it probably won't exist, but it amuses me very much to subject these idiots to each other, and i hope it will amuse some of you.

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can i ask about the transformers time loop?

this is going to be Mushroomverse's answer to War Dawn and a very important playing piece in my setup for the movie retelling. if i can FINISH IT. the aerialbots get thrown back in time to the day cybertron's engines blew up and stuck in a timeloop about it <3

Or, what they had been left with, the last he’d seen, because what he was seeing now was the enormous expanse of the Well of Iacon, ringed with hundreds of lights. Not just emergency strips and leftover chemical caution paints, but brilliant neon stripes outlining railings and doorways and docks and ports. As he watched, more lights flicked on—floodlights and glittering fountains and flashing billboards, holograms and windows and most amazing of all, channels of energy that just seemed to pour in circles around and over and down the many levels of the well, from the far distant surface all the way down to the great glowing block of the Primal Basilica below. And everywhere, in the air and on the great circular levels, moved more Transformers than any of them had ever seen in their lives.

“We’re still on Cybertron?” Air Raid muttered. “But...how?”

Skydive reached out and put one hand against the wall, feeling that very faint thrumming and pulsing that reminded him just a little of a generator, or a weapon on standby, or riding on Omega Supreme close to…

“The engines,” he said, in tandem with Silverbolt, who had clearly also been thinking hard. They looked at each other while their brothers stared at them, not having caught on yet. “Cybertron’s engines are working again.”

“But those broke before we were all built the first time,” Slingshot said. They could hear that his confusion was building up towards crankiness and into outright belligerence. “How did they get the engines back on? How did they get all these mechs here?”

Fireflight flinched and they all reached for weapons, but he signaled they should stand down. “Wow, use an antiviral if you want to check the signals—or like, a lot of antivirals—but um. There’s a lot of satellites. And they all agree on the date, and...I don’t think they got the engines back on. I think the engines...haven’t ever been off yet.”

“What, we all just went back in time?”

“Spike and Bumblebee did, with that whole thing with Starscream. They said they saw a dragon.”

“Are we sure Bumblebee wasn’t just making that up?”

“Spike said he saw it too.”

“Not the dragon, the time travel.”

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air of optimism donned, spring flowers in hand

digs in the transformers bucket

As he watched, more lights flicked on—floodlights and glittering fountains and flashing billboards, holograms and windows and most amazing of all, channels of energy that just seemed to pour in circles around and over and down the many levels of the well, from the far distant surface all the way down to the great glowing block of the Primal Basilica below.

from aerialbots timeloop fic

send me a 🌹 and i will post a random line from a random wip

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...TF MV ot3 get together?? Oh I WANT. (To know too.)

augh i don't have a snippet to share for this one, sorry--the doc is pretty much only the stuff that's already posted as Composition for 3 Voices. This fic came about because while I've had Chip/Carly/Spike as a thing in mushroomverse since basically fic 2, I thought it would be fun to show how their relationship actually came together because it always felt like the funniest possible option would be that Carly and Chip went from pining over Spike together to 'fuck it, we'll just date each other because he's too oblivious to notice either of us flirting with him,' but i thought i should establish how it went before i wrote Carly and Spike's wedding. and now I cannot figure out how to end this fic, which is also about Why The Autobots Have An Official Cultural Exchange--because before that, people were selling erotic novels and pretending that they were Official Cybertronian Translations. so it's just stuck and will be stuck for a while longer.

oh I can give commentary on the thing I already posted! the bookstore spike goes to was a real magazine store in Portland; i ended up down a minor rabbit hole about 1980s american printed erotica distribution methods, including reading the Congressional Report from the Reagan era on pornography which really wasnt as helpful as I hoped it would be. they also cut out the reading of all the naughty bits from the publicly released report, which, cowards. none of this really ended up in the fic XD I was in Portland shortly after writing this and went by Union Station to see if Cameron's archives were actually there as they were purported to be, but absolutely no one knew what I was talking about and the email address in the article about the archives being moved bounced. so that's a dead end unless someone who lives in Portland feels like tracking it down.

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I looked up poetry styles for National poetry month and if I knew more Transformers lore I think a City Lament for Praxus would've been a fun exercise.

looking up city laments and oh shit!!! these are cool!!!! that WOULD be fun, and also like. Praxus is really never an element any canon has delved into overmuch and the point of a lamentation as I understand it from looking through seems to be that you're remembering all the cool shit the city had, so it could potentially be a great way to worldbuild out what's essentially a free space.