Logic of ChildrenMore Like This
“What are you doing?” Optimus’ question was incredulous as he looked out over the field that had once been covered in snow. Technically it was still covered, and trampled, apart from the stacked balls of snow, decorated with the very things most of the mechs were looking for.
Ratchet had been in a snit when he found his med bay raided for tools and supplies. Perceptor had emanated cold rage… everyone had assumed the twins were behind it even though they had matured past pranking since the end of the war. Well, that assumption ended when Sunstreaker came flying, raging about someone having stolen his paint brushes.
And here the things were, in the not hands of stacked snowballs…
“We’re building a snowman army!” the cheerful voice belonged to Snitch, Creation of Perceptor, Drift and Wheeljack, who looked up at him with a proud look on its still round face plates. Too young to have chosen a preferred gender designation, or displayed any te
DecayMore Like This
There was no sun anymore, only the endless star studded darkness. And the cold, as the planet was no longer heated by the caress of light.
Stories said it had happened before, that Cybertron had always ‘found’ a new sun. But who believed in stories these orn?
Doomsayers claimed this was a sign from Primus, or Unicron, that the Golden Age was at an end. Other said it had barely begun. Most held their glossa, waiting to see what happened now. What the great Council, the Prime and the Lord High Protector might do or declare.
The lack of a sun, of sunset and sun up did little to change the rhythm of Cybertronian society. The moons where dark spots in the sky instead of bright silvery orbs, but they were not dark, dark for they too had cities on them and looked like miniature versions of the space surrounding them.
The sun was still missed though… by those that lived on the surface.
Underneath it no one knew or cared that there was no sun anymore. They lived in the
OctomonsterMore Like This
Orn of the Well Rift was a big celebration; sparklings in monster costumes… even adult mechs and femmes in costumes. Creativity and decorations openly displayed and sparklights strewn over the city like a sea of optics. And then there were the floating spark light lanterns… but they would not be released till full dark had fallen…
It was the orn where you did your best to look scary and create a distraction. The orn where malicious offline came to try and take your chassis for their own, where sparkeaters prowled the streets and might just make a meal out of you, where the monsters of the rust seas rose to the surface and no water skimmer would be safe on the red waves.
Maybe all that had been true once, now it was just myth and legend and the orn was one to celebrate all that was scary and strange. Mechs and femmes dressed up as the spawn of Unicron, the heralds of the Pit, sparkeaters and rust sea monsters. Or as the latest holo hero, or one of the rulers of Cybertron. There were man
Birthday Gift for XobitSniffing at the base of a tree, Optimus followed the scent of circuitpheasant. The stupid thing had a broken wing and it still managed to move silently through the underbrush. Shaking his head, he trotted forward, huffing softly as the scent grew stronger. He could hear it now, fluttering about weakly and giving its position away.More Like This
Crouching down, he flicked his tail back and forth as he prowled forward. One step two steps now!
Leaping forward, Optimus cleared the small bush and dropped onto the unsuspecting fowl. He felt the spine snap beneath his paws, followed by the startled squawk of a dying bird. Before he could even sink his dentas into the soft armor-flesh, his nose picked up the scent of spilt energon and he balked.
Whipping his head about, he scented the air in a panic. His mind produced an image of a thin, purple line leading him towards the source and he hurried to follow it. His fueltank was twisting about in fear as he charged through the underbrush; who was blee
CelebrationMore Like This
The sound of many voices joined in song filled the air along with the light of the many spark lights and floating lanterns. The city was completely blacked out so that the floating lanterns only had the real stars to compete with for brilliance and beauty as they rose towards their blinking counterparts in a beautiful river of light.
Celebration wrapped the city in love and happiness, the dark cycle of First Light telling all that the seasons were turning towards more light and less darkness. It was a celebration unique to the Polar Regions of Cybertron, where there were major differences in how much you saw the sun in each season.
Orion had never seen or experienced anything like this. He was from Iacon, and as that city was near the equator it did not celebrate this holy orn. Megatronus had been invited to partake in it and he had taken Orion along, insisting that his Intended see the wonders of Cybertron first hand.
So that was why he was there, leaning against the solid strength of
-TFA: Our Secret- (Happy Birthday Shaman!)Title: Our SecretMore Like This
Characters: Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Ratchet, Blurr, Prowl.
Pairings: Prowl/Bumblebee, slight one-sided Blurr/Bumblebee
Summary: Something is definitely up with Bumblebee, but Optimus can’t work out what. (LINK FOR FULL VERSION IN DESCRIPTION)
Optimus’ optics widened. While it was perfectly normal to hear their resident medic shouting obscenities through the halls of their base, Bumblebee generally knew better. Optimus believed that he was far too young to use such language, and while he knew he used it when he wasn’t around, the youngling never swore in front of him, let alone screaming it loud enough for the entire base to hear.
Before he could turn to ask the other two bots with him what they thought was going on, Ratchet sighed.
“Those kids aren’t healthy for each other,” he grumbled, tinkering with his old war wound.
“What do you mean Ratchet?”