#jinglestorm

[alicefromwhichplanet]

What do the three families take for a trip?

Megop:

Optimus: As you can see, we love reading… all of us. So we always take books. These are the ones Skystrophe, Meg and I have been reading. We also pack some clean towels and.. Skystrophe cannot sleep without his comfort bear.

Megatron: Oh yeah. And we’ve packed the spider repellent spray specially for you.

Optimus: (a little awkward) Well, I suppose every bot has their phobia.

Blitzbee:

Bumblebee: We usually go on hiking or picnics, but we don’t go by the usual roads. Most of the time we take a few shortcuts, like lanes in the woods, to explore new places!

Jinglestorm: yeah! And catching butterflies!

Blitzwing: Butterflies are my favorite! And playing video games in our tent!

Bumblebee: Hold on, Blitz, you said my line!

Striklug:

Strika: We’re a family of veterans, so our packages are really simple. We only prepare necessities for survival in the wilderness. Each of us carry our own bag.

Clobber: Yeah. That’s what we do.

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Small things about the three odd role-model Cybertronian families: Who’s the strict parent? (Who’s the fun parent?)

Megop:

Both of them are mature military leaders at one point and clearly had some soldiers they saw as kids (Blitzwing and Bumblebee) before they have a kid themselves. But if you have to ask— then Optimus invests more time and energy into Skystrophe’s “discipline”. He used to be an army Prime for quite a long time, and autobots’ armies are known for their discipline. Plus, his personality makes him more of a responsible guy, rather than the guy that cancels the afternoon battle class just to take his kid out for a flight (that’s what Megatron does). Skystrophe thinks his sire is *very strict* in a way, because he has this silent expectation of him to be a *hero*. This, Megatron has talked with Optimus for several times. He must change his attitudes towards the kid, or he will be given too much pressure. And Optimus is working on that. Meanwhile, the kid himself thinks he is not as talented as his parents, it may suits him better to just be a common person.

Blitzbee:

They’re like the opposite of Megop couple. Both of them were soldiers under command. And neither of them was interested in taking the lead, unless the leader position is thrown into their hands. Blitzwing has things preventing him to be “a strict parent” — his mental instability, turning into a playful kid mid-conversation (Random taking charge, sorry). So Bumblebee, a troublemaking kid himself before he got into serious relationship with Blitz, takes more responsibility to take care of, and guide Jinglestorm. His best “strict parenting” record was when Jinglestorm first started to learn flying, Blitzwing gave her the radical “decepticon training”that almost led her to crash on a cliff. Bumblebee screamed and gave his first stern talk to Blitzwing and Jinglestorm. After that, he changed Jingle’s flying teachers to the next-door childless couple, Windblade and Slipstream.

Striklug:

This question is quite easy for this couple. Lugnut is more of a loyal bodyguard type of soldier. Strika is a general, a leader. So of course, she does most of the commanding duties in her family. But of course, she’s a decepticon. The camp itself has an atmosphere of being free and reckless. Strika is a strict parent, but with an open mind and a stable temper (towards their little girl, yes). Clobber is not an act-up child either. She is very understanding and supportive of her carrier’s decision. When she really made a mess, Strika will give her a stern talk and Lugnut usually stands aside, always ready to comfort the kid with some energon cookies he made. But of course, if Lugnut made a mistake as well, He’ll have to stand by the corner holding his heavy baby girl above his head.

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“Three TFA families visiting Casino AU” One-Shot

I’m highly suspicious they’ve put something like extra caffeine in the milk tea at Macau casinos—otherwise, I wouldn’t still be losing sleep. So while I’m waiting for sleep to come in again, just gonna write a one-shot for “three role model tfa families in casinos” au.

⚠️*warning first: I’m aware that most casinos in the world are strictly 18-plus or 21-plus. But in this au I’m just gonna think wild and crazy and assume the kids sneaked into a not-so-strict casino with the help of their baddie parents, or the place is a complete unrealistic family-friendly one that sort of allow three kids to appear in the same room with their parents.

So, if the three families visited a high-tech Cybertronian casino, what would happen?

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For Megop & Skystrophe:

You’d see Megatron quietly teaching Skystrophe how to count cards. He’s not some unbeatable expert or anything—but, just like in other areas of life, Megatron insists on his radical “Decepticon way of raising sparklings.” He wants Skystrophe to be exposed to the “darker” or “more adult” sides of the world early on. So he says, “A little more knowledge never hurts—as long as our kid knows when to use it.”

Meanwhile, Optimus is spiraling over the moral implications. But he knows there’s no way to stop Megatron once his mind’s made up, so he just sits there with an increasingly grim expression… and eats far too many complimentary peanuts.

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For Blitzbee & Jinglestorm:

These two have no clue about age restrictions in casinos. And they didn’t spare much time or energy for Jinglestorm either, since they’re both too absorbed in “playing games.” As usual, Jinglestorm ends up going solo. She figures out how the slot machines work and actually wins a surprising number of rounds, mostly on pure luck.

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For StrikLug & Clobber:

Here’s the deal: Strika is actually a solid player, especially skilled in blackjack. Lugnut, meanwhile, acts more like her personal cheerleader. His favorite part of the trip is finally having a legitimate reason to shout encouragement for General Strika—since the war is over and the battlefield is now… the casino.

Strika lets Clobber try out some family-friendly games, specifically a challenge Bumblebee posed to Blitzwing (which somehow roped in all five of them as “team supporters”). Poor Clobber keeps giving away her team’s strategy—or accidentally revealing her own cards—because the kid just can’t lie to save her aft.

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(For the kids)How do you feel being your parents’ child? What kind of person is your carrier/sire?

Skystrophe:

Oh, these questions are… unusual. (Look around anxiously) So am I allowed to say anything..? Will they watch this show…? Ok…

I wanna say that many bots say it’s lucky for me to have Optimus and Megatron as my parents… but the truth is, having them as parents really brings me a lot of pressure. It’s… not so easy to be the only child of two extraordinary people, and you know you’re not so extraordinary yourself. I mean, I am only “just ok” at many things they can easily do great. It’s just… I’m still trying to figure out.

My carrier is a very strong bot. By that, I mean he’s powerful, not only in battles and strategies, but in the will. I think there’s nothing in the world that can defeat him, or make him feel defeated. When he’s with us, he’s always happy, confident, full of energy. When sire feels unsure, he is there to boost his spirits. When I feel insecure, knowing that he is there for me, always makes me feel better.

My sire, on the other hand, is umm, stricter. I know he means well. He told me all about those stories of heroes and primes, and responsibility comes with strength. He’s a lovable bot, of course. And he’s gentle with me. It’s just, I don’t know. Maybe it’s the way he talks. He makes me feel… nervous.

Jinglestorm:

Being my parents’ child, it’s a lot of fun! They both like to play, so I’ve got plenty of time playing with them. We go racing on the plains, have a picnic in the woods, or play chess and other board games at home. Oh! And they love video games too! We also play video games.

And my sire, he’s a wonderful bot. He’s fun, energetic. He talks a lot, which is sometimes a little bit annoying. Hmm. But he’s actually the decision maker in our house, kind of? Him and my carrier take turns being the brain. But because of my carrier’s “unstable” issue, sire did play the brain most of the time, though he sometimes came up with bad ideas and I had to stop him from dragging us all in.

My carrier is— very well known among us kids. The cool triple changer, the only one alive by now.* He is also not very stable, and we know that. Besides that, my carrier went through a lot in past wars. Sometimes he’s still haunted by his past ghosts. But he doesn’t need to worry, because I am always there for him.

*It’s my headcanon and part of the plots of Heroic Nonsense, where Blitzwing’s triple changer form came from a secret experiment project carried out by autobots. The project failed because most of the subjects suffered serious complications— they developed split personality disorders and became overly aggressive and easier to get killed in the battlefield. Blitzwing is the only survivor.

Clobber:

Hmm, I don’t know. I guess I’m lucky to be my parents’ child. I’m happy and comfortable living with them. My parents knew each other for very long before I was born. They have a tacit understanding that made everything simple. We three are quite alike as well.

My carrier is the brain of our family. It’s easy to tell. Sire even calls her “General” as a loving nickname. And also, she’s really my role model. Her talents go beyond military strategies. She has wisdom and courage to deal with a lot of trivial stuff as well. As for my sire, he’s more of a kind-hearted, good tempered bot. He cooks really well and takes all the gardening work. By that I mean, work like making a fishpond in our backyard. More delicate job like planting is done by me. I heard that they were notorious decepticon war machines in the past. I always imagine how badass they can be! But I don’t have the luck to witness that. All I got are two big bots fond of their own hobbies and get along well with the neighbors.

Just for the reminder:

Skystrophe— Megatron and Optimus’s son, Megatron is the carrier

Jinglestorm— Blitzwing and Bumblebee’s daughter, Blitzwing is the carrier

Clobber— Strika and Lugnut’s daughter, Strika is the carrier

More worldbuilding see my fanfic Old World, New World

[alicefromwhichplanet]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Here comes the second chapter of the Super Three’s adventures!

You shall never say there’s no living things on a planet near Cybertron.

Or: Jinglestorm has never regretted so much for not paying attention to Blitzwing’s shooting class.

Excerpt:

“I can’t control it now. I’m not angry. I can’t get angry all of a sudden like my carrier!” Jinglestorm says in desperation.

“How did your carrier get angry?” Clobber asks. She has to jump back to avoid another jet of acid. The monster seems to be angered by her.

“I don’t know… sire would say something… that may easily get him worked up… but that…”

“Ok. So you, ummm, you suck at history!” Clobber yells.

Note: I guess Jinglestorm is more like Bumblebee in character. At least for now.

[alicefromwhichplanet]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

My new work! In this fiction I made my first attempt to create my OCs. They’re actually sparklings to be more specific:

Jinglestorm— Blitzwing and Bumblebee’s daughter, an orange jet, blue optics

Skystrophe— Megatron and Optimus’s son, a black truck, red optics (a bit inspired by Scourge)

Clobber— Strika and Lugnut’s daughter, a ground unit (like tfc Clobber) but in Strika’s color, red optics

This story is an AU of tfa/ my tfa fiction Heroic Nonsense. The three main characters, as members of a new patch of sparklings born after the Great War, also children of decepticon veterans/ autobot-decepticon parents, are going to blaze a trail to building a new world where autobots and decepticons are peacefully united, while exploring and healing scars left by the old warring world.

Follow their adventures! This will be a story about: trauma after war and how the gap between two race/fractions can be healed after war ended; the growth story of three children with complex identities.

Excerpt:

“Then why don’t you tell us about the beginning year of the Great War?” The old professor just can’t let her go. This time she isn’t sure. Her optics wander to her friends— Clobber sitting front right of her, is now staring at the window as well, her mouth agape in a daydream, her biggest optic half-shut, her history tablet almost shut down from power off. Slag! Her optics again wander to the back row. Skystrophe is there giving her a silent condemning look. His book is neatly opened to the page in use but he is clearly not going to give her the answer, and probably does not agree with her behavior of distracting in history class. Skystrophe loves history class, like his famous sire Optimus. Sometimes he is just insufferable.

Looking at Skystrophe’s silent condemning red optics, Jinglestorm is suddenly hit by an idea. She looks back at the professor and says with confidence:

“The Great War began about 5 million years ago. When the decepticon leader Megatron decided to start a riot.”

The classroom falls completely silent. Skystrophe suddenly looks down, pretending to be intrigued by his pencil. Alpha Trion frowns at the young bot, slightly nods and then shakes his helm, looking both satisfied and disappointed at her answer.

“Yes, that was written in textbooks before the war ended. But today, with the united government formed, and a peace treaty being reached permanently between autobots and decepticons— (his mouth corner twitches as he says that) today we say the Great War began when the former autobot government refused to pay decepticon miners full salary at year 917.”

He walks back to his podium with a slightly upset look, while muttering more comments. “The current government believes there are blames on both sides of the Great War, and they required us to be neutral about this part of history teaching. In the past we teach about the dangers decepticon riots posed to our society, but now they say the former autobot government was maintaining an unequal system on Cybertron as well.”

Jinglestorm nods attentively. “Yes. My carrier said…”

“Your carrier, Blitzwing, right?” Alpha Trion’s blue optics narrow as he looks into Jinglestorm’s optics. The girl shrinks a little at the coldness in them.

“You may sit down, Trainee Jinglestorm. ”