Guys, let me talk about this new AU in the bayverse.

You get slammed by Truck-kun into a different dimension, but instead of a full reincarnation cycle with newborn start off, you wake up as an adult and a Cybertronian to boot.

Also, a younger Sentinel Prime is by your bedside.

Que the wild goose chase after you flung yourself outside the opened balcony, and later on, you'll treasure the mech's surprise, but at that moment, you're trying to put distance between him and yourself.

You're trying to come to terms with the robot-equivalent of Assassin's Creed athletics and mechanics in your newfound alien head and that you still can't comprehend them as a massive manhunt is underway to get you.

You get caught because of Megatron and Optimus. More like you're so stumped by meeting the tiny sparklings of the main characters in the movie tragedy that's the Bayverse that Sentinel manages to body slam you and wrestle immobilization cuffs on you.

Apparently, you're stuck playing happy family with the Primes. Fuck your life.

Being a child during the Great War must have been a hell in and of itself. One day everything seems normal, the next you're thrown into a war you never started. Either you're too young to understand what's going on, or you're old enough to know enough of what's going on. Great cautions are taken to make sure that the youth never have to pick up a weapon, but it's only a matter of time before you're conscripted into the war effort yourself. And it's brutal. A youngling's life should have never been so violent.

So you fight when you can, hide when you don't. Mark your growth by how many battles you've won and lost. And hope that all this pain will mean something in the end.

The mech is amused, rather than hurt. Instead, he merely shakes his helm and makes his way back over to his nest. The bitlets, if nothing else, are glad to see him. Given a few deca-orns, they'll get more highly mobile, and intensely curious. Thankfully, he's got a cohort to help out with them, but also he's able to help them too.

He snuffs at Tempo, who rolls over in an effort to rabbit-kick at his face, not unlike a kitten. A laugh huffs out of the ex-spy as he flops onto his bellow, letting those little soft hands plap on his face.

The raising of his visor to reveal those large gold optics gets an accompaniment of excited squeals from the bitlets, with Tempo staring at him in muted awe.

"Y'll get yer's soon enough, bitlets-" he drawls soothingly, half closing his optics. "Y'got tha' photosensitivity, like me." They've already been fed from the modified lines in his wrist, and are quite active and willing to explore their nest. Tempo doesn't seem inclined to go far, tracing the lines of his carrier's plating- and nibbling here and there to see what the metal tastes like.

Jazz ruefully says farewell to his polish, resigning himself to looking like a chew toy for the next decavorn or two.

his teen son and his baby boy

What decides a bitlet's color?

I've had a very silly G1 valveplug idea in my head for a while, so I'm just sharing it, if it's okay?

So. Starscream decides he's going to seduce Megatron so Megatron will be more lenient with his plans and ignore his more minor plots. All he has to do is spread his legs and dream of when he's the Emperor of Destruction. Easy, right?

Except it doesn't work out that way. Megatron presses him against the wall, sinks to his knees, and sucks his spike. Starscream feels like he overloads faster than a speedster on circuit boosters.

Turns out he awakened a monster. Whenever they have a free moment, Megatron wants his spike in any way he can take it, and it's the best interfacing Starscream has ever had. Except he thinks his spike can't take it. It's just too much.

So obviously, he recruits Thundercracker and Skywarp.

Megatron ends up carrying a trine, each sired by a different member of the command trine.

But really, Starscream's plan ended up working. In a way. Megatron is definitely more lenient, and even approves of some of his experiments. His plots to overthrow Megatron however, he has had to retire. Not a good look to depose the carrier of your sparkling.

There might also be love in their relationship, but none of the four would ever admit it. Possibly Skywarp.

Ah yes I am in the living room and this lovely idea appears

I mean it kinda worked... Kinda.

Oh Starscream, oh Megs. Oh TC, oh 'Warp.

Let us see tha babies !!!

Here they come~~

it’s a bébé 🌟

🌟Bonus: uggo bean shaped bébé 🌟

Oh god oh fuck he's been turned into a cursed marketable 90's toy

In the Bayverse feral human carrier au, I really love the idea that Optimus carries you around on his shoulder.

Cybertronians are able to shift their frames on a micro-scale level, so he's able to produce a contained area with enough holds and comfortable for you to rest. Plus, with your newfound enhanced body, your grip strength has been greatly enhanced and you unconsciously manipulate your own electromagnetic fields to produce a magnetic effort to stick in place.

(Optimus thinks that you know that you're doing that, so he gets later confused when you complain about losing car keys to a rental car, so that's another conversation that happens.)

It keeps you and everyone else out of trouble because of the effects of bridging the human lizard brain and Cybertronian feral-protocols. You're basically a living detector for Cybertronians, while the nearby mechs can't help but be keenly aware of your pinging distressed presence. This keeps your hyperactive fight-or-flight reaction under control, and gets the other mechs to back off since Optimus essentially wrangles and modulates your and newspark's fields -it calms the instinct to flee the vicinity or make a mean attempt to swim away from the Diego Garcia base.

(On a side note, Sam tried to perch on Bumblebee as well, but nearly pancakes himself because he doesn't have magnetic abilities. Mikaela has it recorded.)

Saw some really fascinating sci-fi horror earlier today (the spacesuit one, I reblogged it a couple times with different commentary) and it has me thinking many Thoughts, some of which are JoJo related because brainrot.

Dio spent a CENTURY in that coffin. No way to track time. No way to know if he'd ever get out, if anyone would ever find him, if one day it'd be opened right to the morning sun. All that time in a space just large enough to lie down in, in complete darkness, no company save for Jonathan's slowly rotting skull. Maybe at first he thought he'd just lay low, but- slowly starvation set in, tracking the time only by the progression of rot on Jonathan's head, even that barely more than a guess, not knowing how the fact that he drained the whole thing of blood in desperation, how being locked under the sea, might change things. Eventually he had to realize he was stuck here for the long haul. Begin to anticipate he might be there forever, or until starvation kills him - if it even can. He doesn't know. He eventually gets desperate enough to try and break out. He's too weakened from starvation to even crack the wood. Helpless and alone. Beginning to even forget what it was like to hear voices other than his own, what it was like to see any light at all, to feel anything save for the few textures of the coffin, his own flesh, his clothes, the smooth bone of Jonathan's skull. The coffin cracks, at some point. A tiny, tiny thing, out of his view, only noticable by the tiniest amount of water trickling in, air slipping out, over years. Over decades. He can't tell the difference anymore. He's convinced he'll be stuck here till the coffin rots.

And then- maybe the pressure of the ocean will have him just as trapped. Maybe the sun will kill him instantly, it will all have been for nothing. Maybe he'll be too weak to move, too deep underwater for the sun to end it, laying on the ocean floor until he finally has not enough strength left to ever wake. He doesn't know. He doesn't know how long it's been. He can't imagine a life outside the coffin anymore. He's trapped. He'll never escape.

And then one day-

he can feel it moving. He almost chalks it up to the final hallucinations of a dying mind, but then-

There is blood. And he feasts.

(he's still half convinced that none of this is real. Still half convinced that these are the dying throes of a ruined mind. Everything feels dizzyingly open. He forces himself back into the coffin every sunrise. Refuses to let his weakness stop him, insisting on proving to himself that he's no longer that scared little boy, tearing open again and again all the wounds that century left on him.

He is a god. He has to be perfect. There's no space for fear.)

....okay that expanded a lot as I was typing I could make a proper ficlet out of that. Might just do so later. I had some other thoughts but completely lost the thread on them whilst writing this and uh. They weren't quite the same tone. May put them in another ask if I remember.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Y E S

SMACK DIO UPSIDE THE HEAD WITH THE ANGST BAT

trying to force myself to actually post things. the thing about me is i will draw a guy just standing there its my favorite thing

ok im not immune to round little baby robots

Now imagine Optimus seeing that Megatron just had bitties and he just goes.. "Shit why does he look hot?" I have to push the agenda because I know you like it.

He's entered his MILFatron era, of course Optimus has a thing for him

How does alpha trion keep up with the children and work? Or is he just not offline for a long time? If so... ULTRO MAGNUS GET HIM TO SLEEP ALREADY. SO AND DIE FOR A SHORT