#transformers rewrite

[gumptiomdog]

HAPPY TRANS VISIBILITY DAY i didnt make pages for anyone else sorry but know theyre all. TRANS formers in this household

[sassycandypoetry]

Ideas on how to rewrite/reboot TFP

So, I watched this video: Transformers Prime showed us all how NOT to write abuse victims

And I agreed with EVERYTHING.

I HONESTLY hate how much abuse the writers made Starscream go through, and this is coming from someone who had suffered from specifically VERBAL ABUSE for a long time.

Like, if you were to take the scene from Cyberverse where Megatron silently beats the sh*t out of Starscream but extended it for a few seasons, THIS is what it would look like but also add making Starscream out to be some kind of cowardly glass doll and the cortical psychic patch scene where Megatron just verbally threatens him EVEN MORE.

And I unironically like Starscream as a character and even though it was shown a bid shoddily in my opinion, he WAS being a decent leader for the Decepticons.

So, here's a few ideas on how TFP could be fixed:

Have Megatron stay dead permanently. This would mean you would have to remove the "Rust Plague" because in my opinion it was just a cop out excuse to keep Megatron around. This would allow Starscream to learn to move on from Megatron naturally and how to become an actually better leader for the Decepticons. You could even have the plotline become like a race between the Autobots and Decepticons where whoever has all the Omega Keys and the most Prime Artifacts, they would become the new leaders of Cybertron.

Have Megacron (Unicron possessing Megatron) happen earlier because of the Dark Energon still coursing through Megatron's veins. This would allow Starscream to finally realize the futility of continuing the war on Earth and make him want to find a way off of the planet.

Have Starscream join the Autobots. There's even a whole category of fanfiction dedicated to the concept.

Have Starscream become neutral and be like a scavenger, living off of whatever he could find.

[rotting-decepticon]

TFA REWRITE/AU?

basically, you know how Optimus is a scrap bot and drop out? Hear me out.

He is still Orion Pax at the start of the season, as he’s not a Prime yet. Prime’s, in this au/rewrite, mean you are one with the Original 13’s, but no one has gotten such a rank in a long time. During the time on Earth, the Matrix of Leadership disappears, and most of the 13 have been mysteriously killed.

The council is forced to choose a Prime to lead, and chooses Sentinel. While the new Prime is on a mission to find the Matrix of Leadership, Orion has been fighting off Decepticons on Earth with his team, including fighting an old friend, Megatronus/D-16, now Megatron.. Eventually, Orion discovers that Sentinel had killed most of the Prime’s, and has Alpha Trion hidden away to try and force the old mech into giving away where the Matrix is, but he doesn’t know. After freeing Alpha Trion, he and Sentinel have a fight, ending with Sentinel “killing”/fatally injuring him, but he is healed by the Matrix, as Primus deemed him worthy, making him become Optimus Prime.

(i’ll update this as I get more ideas.)

[thecottoncandylamb]

A Monster in the Moss

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64599520

Here ya go, Megop nation! All of this is just for yall XD I watched TFone, had my love for transformers smack me in the face after 10 years of neglecting it, and now have an au in the works!

Summary:

“You’d better get out of here, dreamer. I’d hate to see what they’d do if they thought you were breaking me out.”

Three bots stood above them, the light from this system’s star turning them into ghastly shades that watched the pit like vultures.

“What fear do I have of dreams?” Megatron questioned, looking fully at the now freed bot.

Red lifts the chains that held them, a calmness settling over their dented frame as they wrap the heavy links around their servos. “None, I suppose. The fear must be mine, then.”

[jellyfishxxi]

Tfg ch 2

Reader meets her future husband: a fucking truck

[jellyfishxxi]

Wip

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"Where are you taking me..?" You mumbled to yourself.

Nobody expects to be led on an adventure. Certainly not by a pair of glasses with a map frozen on them. But here you were. Following that map, like it was a map to Fort Knox.

In some ways, it was.

As you arrived at the end of the map, where you were certain it wanted you to go, you felt... Off. Like something was wrong. It just looked like a normal warehouse, with boxes and crates. But your gut feeling said it wasn't.

As you wandered around, the feeling got worse. As you approached the back, with only a single crate, you knew something wasn't normal and all your instincts were screaming at you to leave.

And for some reason, you didn't.

Instead, you pried open the box, seeing nothing but packing peanuts and... A clock? It was in the form of a necklace, almost like an amulet. You grabbed it, took it out of the box and was about to put it on when,

"Human. Put the Chronoforge down."

-COMING SOON-

[jellyfishxxi]

Transformers: Genesis

Preview of an upcoming transformers Fic.

/ Pairing: Optimus Prime x F!Reader /

/ Warnings: None /

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"Many know of the Allspark and its capabilities of bringing life to any planet. Many more believed it to be nothing more than a legend."

"But there was one other device, that could shape the universe to the user's whim."

"The Chronoforge."

"The Chronoforge is an ancient clock that had the power to warp space, matter and time. To displace objects in time, to bring the user's imagination to life."

"It was used to create the planet Cybertron. The Allspark gave the planet life."

"Many wanted to use the Allspark for their own gain. Many more wanted to use the Chronoforge to take other planets, to make more Cybertronians. They were dubbed, the Decepticons."

"Those who opposed, who believed freedom was the right of all beings in the universe were dubbed Autobots."

"In the final days of the Cybertron war, The Allspark was lost. The Chronoforge went with it, as if the past Primes refused to let it fall into the hands of a monster."

"After years of searching, we found the resting place of the Chronoforge. Earth. We had found the only person with a map to the device, but he had sold it before we could get to it."

"Which leads us to now, hunting for the person who has that map, who could find the Chronoforge before us, before even the Decepticons."

"We must pray that she does not use it for evil."

/ COMING SOON /

[jellyfishxxi]

Transformers: Genesis

Chapter 1

TRANSFORMERS (2007) x F!READER

Warnings: Implied character death

Pairings: None yet

Notes: This took so long.

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“Many know of the Allspark and its capabilities of bringing life to any planet. Many more believed it to be nothing more than a legend. But there was one other device, a device that could shape the universe to the user’s whim.”

“The Chronoforge.”

“The Chronoforge is an ancient clock that had the power to warp space, time and matter. To displace objects in time, to bring the user’s imagination to life. It was used to create the planet Cybertron, with the Allspark giving the planet life.”

“Many wanted to use the Allspark for their own gain, to create an army of Cybertronians. Many more wanted to use the Chronoforge to take other planets as Cybertron colonies. They were dubbed; The Decepticons.”

“Those who opposed, who believed freedom was the right of all races, regardless of strength or advancement, were dubbed Autobots. Fighting for the freedom of all planets.”

“War was declared between the two sides. In the final days of the Cybertron war, the Allspark was lost. The Chronoforge went with it, as if the past Primes had refused to let the device fall into the hands of a monster.”

“After years of searching, we found the resting place of the Chronoforge. Earth. The Allspark remains lost to us. We can only hope that whoever has the map now does not use it for evil.”

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QATAR - PRESENT DAY

G.I Joe had been working closely with the military for several years. Dealing with bigger threats, threats that the public shouldn’t know about. However, there was no threat this time, no enemy that required their involvement.

Yet.

“Five more months of this. I can’t wait to get home to mama’s cooking. Alligators and etouffee…” Fig’s mouth watered at the thought, causing Epps to shudder in disgust.

“You’ve been talking about nothing but barbecued gators and crickets for weeks now. That’s it, I am never going to your house, Fig. I promise you that.” Fig just rolled his eyes. “Vamos, Epps. Quizás te guste.” Fig spoke in Spanish, much to the chagrin of the others in the group.

“English, Fig. English. You know we don’t speak Spanish.” Lennox reminded him. Fig just groaned. “Why you gotta ruin it for me, man? That 's my heritage. Esa es mi vida, hombre. Mi sangre.”

Lennox just sighed. “Fine, man. Whatever.” The air was tense for a few seconds before Donnelly spoke up, breaking the short silence. “You guys remember weekends? Sox at fenway, hotdog, maybe nachos and an ice cold beer.”

Epps laughed. “Perfect day.” Fig looked at Lennox. “How about you, captain? You got a perfect day?” Lennox looked back. “Yeah. it’s happening in five months.” The other soldiers looked at him, confused. Lennox continued on.

“It’s the day I can hold my baby girl for the first time.” The others teased him, a common occurrence among their group. Lennox just laughed. “Shut up.” He spoke in a joking tone.

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The planes landed just as the sun was beginning to set. The base was in a relaxed mode, as there was no word from the G.I Joe organisation about any major threats, nor from the pentagon to keep their guards up. Many soldiers were playing basketball, taking showers, playing card games, just socialising.

As Lennox was winding down from the trip to the base, a young boy ran up to him, calling his name. “Lennox!” The qatari boy called out, running towards him holding a canteen-bag. “Hey, how are you doing?” Lennox asked him.

“Water?” Mahfouz asked, holding out the canteen. “Oh, Thank you.” He replied, taking a swig of the refreshing liquid inside. When he was done, he wiped his mouth. “ You gonna help with the gear?” He asked.

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Somewhere in the desert, an unknown Helicopter flew, approaching the base.

“Colonel Sharp,” a radar officer spoke up. “We have an unidentified aircraft, about 10 miles out.” A man approached the radar, looking over the officer’s shoulder. Indeed, the monitor showed an approaching aircraft. Sharp began speaking over the radio.

“Unidentified Aircraft, you are flying in restricted US military airspace. Squawk ident and proceed east out of the area.” There was no response from the aircraft, so Sharp spoke again on the radio.

“Raptors one and two, snap to heading two-five-zero to intercept. Bogie is in the weeds ten miles out, not squawking.” He spoke to a pair of F-22 pilots.

“Unidentified aircraft, we will escort you to US SOCCENT air base. If you do not comply, we will use deadly force.” Sharp warned the aircraft, though still, he received no reply.

That alone should have been an indicator that something was wrong.

“Copy the bogie. Tail 4500 x-ray.” The pilots reported, tailing the aircraft. In the base, an officer handed Sharp a piece of paper.

“Sir, says here that 4500 X was shot down months ago, in afghanistan.” Sharp looked over the paper, but that had to be a mistake, right? There was no possible way that 4500 X was flying through the airspace after being shot down months ago.

“Must be a mistake. Check again and re-check.” Sharp instructed the officer. “I did, sir. Friend of mine was on that chopper.”

Another officer spoke through the radio. “Unidentified aircraft, we will escort you to US SOCCENT airbase.” The sun was setting by that point as the helicopter approached.

“Radar, where’s the inbound?” Sharp asked. “Bogie’s five miles out, sir.”

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Back at the base, Lennox was on call with his wife and baby daughter. As he approached the camera, he laughed excitedly. “Hey hey, my ladies!” He exclaimed excitedly. His wife, Sara, smiled and held up their daughter. “Look.” She said, holding up the infant, who cooed.

“Oh goodness, Look at her! She’s getting so big!” Lennox exclaimed. “Look at those chubby cheeks, I just wanna chew on em.” God, baby we made a good looking kid. I know people say that all the time but we made one good looking kid.”

Sarah laughed, adjusting her daughter to sit comfortably in her lap. “She has your laugh, you know.” She said, causing Lennox to somehow look even more excited. “She laughed?” He gasped. Sarah nodded.

“Her first one, yeah.” She confirmed. “You sure she didn’t just fart?” Lennox teased, causing Sarah to laugh. “No, she’s a lady.” The baby cried a little. “She doesn’t know you yet, but she will.”

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Sharp monitored the feed of the chopper landing. “4500 X. something’s not right here.” The room was abuzz with chatter as the chopper landed on base. “Bogie’s on the deck.” An officer spoke.

A radar officer spoke up. “Woah, woah, woah, Radar’s jammed. The chopper, it’s putting out a signal.” The radar glitched, the power flickering. Armed soldiers quickly surrounded the chopper, with Sharp’s voice coming over the radio waves.

“MH-53 pilot, power down now.” The chopper started powering down. Inside, the ‘man’ controlling it seemed to… glitch. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

“Have your crew step out or we will kill you.” It was tense for a few seconds. The chopper stopped completely, the blades of the rotor suddenly freezing in place as the mechanism extended, the blades folding back.

“Hold your fire!” A soldier shouted. Whirring noises came from the chopper, which quickly began transforming into Blackout, unleashing a full assault on the base.

Blackout began to shoot, killing many men and destroying multiple cars and machines. Even with the bloodshed, he didn’t stop. On the hunt, searching for something. A terminal. He let out a shockwave, breaking all of the glass within the area and continued his hunt.

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“They bombed the antenna farm!” Epps shouted as he ran through the base. “We’re under attack!” Blackout continued shooting as soldiers ran out of firing range, some even getting in cars to avoid the assault and counterfire.

Though it turns out that wasn’t the brightest of ideas, as multiple cars flipped over themselves in the resulting explosions.

Blackout blew the roof off of a building, reaching in to grab the main database, ripping it out. Images flashed on one of the monitors, classified images of a project forgotten by everyone except those given clearance to see it. Those at the US SOCCENT base were not of those people.

“Cut the hard lines, it’s going after the files!” Sharp commanded through the chaos. One of the officers struggled with the box. “Damnit, it’s locked! I need a key!” Sharp, instead of wasting time getting a key like a normal person, proceeded to grab an axe and manually destroy the hard lines before Blackout could get what he was after.

Upon realising this, Blackout decided the best course of action would be Murder. Because why not.

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Lennox led Mahfouz and Fig through the chaos of flying sparks and metal, instructing the boy to hide in a crevice to avoid being hurt or killed.

Eppz ran through the, now battlefield, tripping on Blackout’s foot, alerting the con to his presence. He looked straight up, snapping a picture as Blackout scanned him. Blackout’s face then shifted into a gun.

“What the?!” Epps exclaimed in horror and confusion as he scurried away. Fig shot a flare into Blackout’s back, causing the con to cry out in confusion and pain. Lennox dragged Epps away as Scorponok launched off of his back, burrowing in the sand.

Blackout let out three large blasts, killing anyone who hadn’t managed to run away or who wasn’t already dead.

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You sat in history class, listening to other students give their genealogy reports. You were bored. Most of the reports were the same anyway. ‘Famous’ relative after ‘famous’ relative. You had taken to just looking out the window and ignoring everything by the time Sam Witwicky went up.

He brought out a bag of stuff, pouring it out on the table. You could see Mr Hosney visibly roll his eyes at this.

“Sorry, sorry. I got a lot of stuff.” Sam spoke, right before one of the jocks of the class, Trent, flicked a rubber-band towards him. You didn’t pay attention to whatever Mr Hosney said to that. Sam continued on regardless.

“So for my genealogy report, I chose to do a report on my great great grandfather. He was a famous man, Captain Archibald Witwicky. Very famous explorer, as he was one of the first to explore, The arctic circle.” Sam held up a map, likely a very old map.

Belongs in a museum. You thought to yourself. “Which was a big deal.” Sam spoke. “He led an expedition of 41 men to the arctic shelf in the late 1800s, 1897 being exact.” Sam placed the map down, picking up another object.

“So that’s the story. Here, here we have some of the basic tools used by 19th century seamen.” The class laughed, but Sam continued. “This here’s the uh, the quadrant, which you can get for 80$. It’s all for sale, by the way.”

“Like the sextant,” He held up another object. The class laughed again. You just mostly tuned the rest of the would-be auction out, waiting for Sam to continue with the actual presentation.

“Sorry, Sorry. Anyways, um, Unfortunately, My great-great grandfather, despite being a genius, wound up going blind and insane after that expedition, drawing weird symbols in a psycho ward and babbling on about a metal man in the ice.” Sam put the old newspaper and paper down, picking up his diary.

“He also wrote in a journal of sorts, about something called the Chronoforge.” Sam opened the book and began reading a passage.

“Verily, the days have slipped through my grasp like grains of sand in a tempest. The year, I am told by the markings on a calendar, is 1900. Since the conclusion of our arduous expedition, I find myself beset by visions of peculiar symbols, haunting my every waking moment. Alas, my shipmates dismiss my accounts as the ravings of a deluded mind, and perhaps they are not mistaken in their judgment.”

“In addition to these mystifying symbols, I have beheld a phenomenon beyond comprehension. Its nature eludes my feeble understanding, yet one word echoes relentlessly in my thoughts: Chronoforge. What manner of artifact or entity it may be, I cannot fathom. Nor do I possess any knowledge of its purpose, its whereabouts, or its significance. However, one fact remains starkly apparent: a being fashioned of metal, akin to a man yet not of mortal flesh, harbors an insatiable desire for this enigmatic Chronoforge. So great is his yearning that he willingly subjected himself to a frozen slumber, spanning many years, in pursuit of his elusive quarry.”

Sam held up the diary. “This is one of the last pieces of writing that’s coherent. He then draws pictures of what is presumably the Chronoforge, and mazes. The same maze, repeated over and over.” This intrigued you.

“This is 30$, and I’ll even pair it with the glasses if you buy it now.” Sam spoke, still trying to sell stuff. The bell rang before Mr Hosney could speak. “Alright, there might be a pop quiz tomorrow, might not. Sleep in fear.” He spoke to the leaving students.

As you walked into the hallway, placing the books you didn’t need in your locker, Your friend Mikaela caught up with you. “I thought you were asleep, Honestly.” She said, causing you to jokingly roll your eyes.

“You gotta admit that was kinda boring. Trent just went off on a tangent about football, half the ‘famous’ relatives in there weren’t even the cool kind of famous and Sam just kept trying to sell us stuff.” You turned to her.

“Except the last bit, about the diary.” Mikaela laughed. You worked well together because you both had your things that most people wouldn’t expect girls to be into. Mikaela liked cars, and she was a beast in an auto-repair shop, and you liked puzzles. Not just the puzzle games either, mysteries.

“I figured that’d interest you. A weird object nobody’s ever heard of before now? Has your name written all over it.” Mikaela spoke. The both of you noticed Sam leaving the class. Mikaela looked at you. You looked at her. A silent communication.

You went towards Sam. “Sam! Hey!” You called out for him. He looked towards you, seemingly wanting to hurry the conversation, like he had somewhere to be.

He did, but you had no clue about that.

“The diary, it was how much? 20?” You asked him. He blinked, like he was processing the fact that someone actually wanted to buy from him. “30$..” He replied. You took out your wallet, handing him a 20 and a 10. He held out the diary, and you eagerly took it, though being gentle not to cause damage, more damage anyway, to the old book.

You went back to Mikaela, who had watched the exchange. “So.. Now you have this old man’s diary. What are you gonna do with it?” She asked you. You placed the book in your bag, turning back to her.

“I’m gonna take it, and then I’m gonna read it.” You spoke. Mikaela nodded, sighing as Trent called her. “Good luck.” You laughed, patting her shoulder as you walked out of the school.

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“Optimus, I’ve found the diary. It’s with a human female, approximately 18 years old.” A female voice sounded. There was a quiet hum before a male voice spoke through the radio.

“Tail her. The diary must not fall into Decepticon hands.” Optimus spoke, before the radio went silent.

“I won’t let you down, sir.” Arcee spoke, using her holoform as a disguise of some sorts and riding off after you.

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That afternoon, You were going through the diary. Your phone buzzed, breaking your concentration.

U sure u don’t want 2 come? - Mikaela

Lol, yeah. Trent annoys me. - ______

Alr, cu tmrw - Mikaela

You put your phone back down, continuing to read the diary. It started out as a simple captain's log, things a seaman in the 19th century would note down. Weather patterns, landmark notes, position of the ship, departure time, ect. Then, there was an entry about the metal man.

On that desolate expanse of ice, amidst the biting winds and the unforgiving cold, I chanced upon a spectacle beyond the ken of mortal man. A figure, towering tall as a cathedral spire, encased in a frozen embrace that seemed to defy the very laws of nature. His form, wrought entirely of metal, stood as a testament to some arcane craftsmanship beyond comprehension.

At first glance, I deemed him lifeless, a monument to the harshness of our polar surroundings. Yet, to my astonishment, he stirred; his eyes, aglow with an otherworldly radiance, pierced the darkness and laid bare the depths of my soul. It was then that I realized, with a shiver that transcended mere physical chill, that life yet pulsed within his metallic frame.

As his luminous gaze enveloped me, I found myself ensnared in a web of ethereal illumination, revealing to my bewildered senses a tapestry of symbols so cryptic and alien that they seared themselves into the recesses of my consciousness. Amongst this profusion of enigmatic glyphs, one word burned with an intensity that eclipsed all others: Chronoforge. What dark mysteries lay concealed within this word, I dare not contemplate. Yet, its resonance has plagued my every waking moment since our departure from the icy confines of the arctic realm, haunting my dreams with an insistent urgency that defies explanation.

You noted that word again; Chronoforge. Going through the diary some more, you saw drawings. The same drawings Sam had mentioned in his report. Drawings of a mysterious clock-like object, and mazes. The same maze repeated over and over, getting more and more deranged, messier and messier, until it stopped.

You could only assume that when it stopped, he had died.

“What were you trying to say..?” You spoke to yourself, getting a piece of paper and drawing the maze. It was odd. The ‘maze’ looped back on itself multiple times with what seemed like X’s in various places that got scribbled out. If it was a maze, it was a freakin’ weird one.

You sat there, staring at the maze for what felt like, and probably was, hours. Tracing the paths of the maze. Looking out your window, you could see the sun was beginning to set. You stood up from your desk, sighing and left your room, deciding that you needed a break before you went completely nuts.

As you walked outside, you saw something in the dim light of the sunset that definitely wasn’t there before. A motorbike, a really good motorbike that you wouldn’t be able to afford, even if you dropped out of highschool and worked 2 jobs for 20 years.

Walking up to the bike, you found a note. “Free bike. Keys are in ignition.” You spoke, reading the note’s content aloud. Looking around, you didn’t see any obvious cameras, nor someone peeking out from behind a bush, waiting to jump out and scare you like in those god awful prank shows.

“This cannot be real.” You spoke. “There is no way a bike this good is just, here. For free.” You looked around again, taking the keys into your hands, feeling them. “There has to be something wrong with it. A broken exhaust, or leaking oil chamber, or damaged steering, or…” You looked the bike over again.

“Or it’s just a really good bike.” You spoke. Looking around one last time, you rolled the bike into your garage, prepared to show it off at school tomorrow.

You failed to notice the keychain’s weird shape.

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TO BE CONTINUED..