I want a transformers racing game where you can drive and race like a normal person but also transform into a robot and run the track and shoot other cars on the track for like ten seconds once a lap or something
powerups available along the track: energon cube raises health; dark energon cube for powerup but with risk of your controls becoming harder to handle; a newspark for an extra life [on limited life gametypes]; Nuke for speed boost; circuitbooster is a random chance item, you either gain a really cool weapon that will wipe out an enemy in one hit, or you take a huge loss in health; ununtrium for temporary invincibility
powerdowns: fool’s energon, duller than a regular energon cube so it’s hard to tell the difference, slows you down temporarily; acid rain puddles; magnets that slow you down when you roll over them; that special Sparkeater weapon that instakills you if you touch it; cosmic rust that eats away at your health unless you grab energon cubes or healed by medic; scraplets, watch out for the random swarm of scraplets
medics can heal you if they’re in proximity and zap ye with that heal ray
I want to see Megatron struggling with his guilt over Orion. I want those memories to resurface after Optimus gets amnesia. I want to see Megatron missing those days before the war, when everything was easier.
I want to see Starscream reminiscing over his trine, over old friends taken by the war. I want him to question Megatron not just because of his own lust for power, but because he wonders if the war can ever truly end if Megatron is in power.
I want to see Knock Out and Breakdown sharing drinks together, telling stories about old flames, or maybe about that surgery they just got out of? I want Knock Out to comfort Breakdown when he talks about the Wreckers. I want to see Knock Out, believing he’s alone after Breakdown’s death, drinking alone. I want Starscream to come to him, understanding, and just share a drink.
I want to see Airachnid remembering all the people she’s killed, and feeling her chest tighten. I want her to scream and throw an energon cube at the wall when she thinks about Arcee, then compose herself when a soldier appears at her door, but she’s barely holding it together.
I want to see Soundwave at Megatron’s side, a hand on the warlord’s shoulder. He knows what he’s going through––what they’re all going through––because war isn’t easy. War takes a toll.
I want to see Vehicons/Eradicons comforting each other in the darkest of times, holding funerals for every fallen comrade, hoping beyond hope that they’ll live to see the end of the war.
I want to see Shockwave, a victim of empurata and shadowplay, standing in his lab. He knows he can reverse the shadowplay. He can make himself feel again. But should he?
I want to see Dreadwing holding a small funeral for his brother. I want Megatron to sincerely mourn Dreadwing following his death and question his own decision. I want to see him honor a good soldier.
We’ve seen the Autobots’ soft sides––their human sides––now what about the Decepticons?
To all my Cybertronian friends!
Many of you have asked me about my tasty Energon cubes. And though at first I felt like being selfish and keeping it to myself. I shared the information with a few select friends.
But I have now decided that it would be wrong to not share this . I know how nostalgic it feels to drink from an actual cube.
So …. Go to a store with a floral department. You can find them there along with other receptacles for organic and non organic plants. Fill them up with your favorite grade of Energon and enjoy.
Please reply to me with your pictures I want to see this spread everywhere!!!!!
PLEASE REBLOG THIS I WANT EVERYONE DRINKING FROM CUBES!!!
Does energon has "flavors"? Like some having a more "metallic" taste or something like that? Or do Cybertronians even have "taste buds"? If so, is it a privilege to have taste buds because some cybertronians have masks instead mouths.
To answer your second question first, according to G1 Streetwise’s original profile, Transformers are built with seven standard senses: sight, hearing, touch, smell, short-range radiowave transmission, magnetic sensitivity, and electric sensitivity. The exclusion of taste is in-keeping with the overly “robotic” way early G1 handled the physiology of its characters in comparison to a lot of modern media, but even back then it was a bit questionable, as there are plenty of examples of Transformers chowing down on Energon cubes - and other things - and remarking on the “taste” of them. But, perhaps what we perceive as them “tasting” something is just the infusion of the energy of energon triggering their electric/magnetic senses - take the Insecticons, for example, remarking on how the metal of Autobot City is “a little heavy on the electrons” as they chomp through it in The Transformers: The Movie. That sounds like it could be “electric sensitivity” masquerading as “taste,” right? As such, the presence or not of a “mouth” doesn’t really matter for “tasting.”
So to go from that to your first question, we can definitely say that different types of fuel “taste” a different way to Transformers. And yes, there are instances of different types of energon tasting different ways: in MTMTE, Ratchet remarked that unfiltered energon “tastes disgusting,” for example. When asked, Vector Prime said: “Energon Z is one of the most potent blends I have ever imbibed. Stanixian energon wine has a subtle bouquet of janquore that I find quite delightful.” He didn’t like Red Energon at all, though. It the Transformers: Exodus novel, Megatron felt that “the taste of Dark Energon was sweet.”
Okay so Idk if its canon or a fandom invention/headcanon that Sideswipe and Sunstreaker have half sparks and literally share one spark, and with that comes a really deep bond, but thinking about that bond is amazing.
Like what they could do with it is so awesome??
Someone is having a conversation with Sideswipe and they don’t know that he’s secretely relaying everything they’re saying to Sunstreaker, or pretending to listen while he instead talks to his twin.
Or when one of them is having a serious conversation with someone in command or getting in trouble the other is making jokes across the bond or sending a ‘tickling’ or a funny feeling along the bond.
Cause they can send and feel each others emotions right?
Sideswipe’s armour fluffs out when he feels anger or irriation coming from Sunstreaker’s half of the spark
Sometimes Sunstreaker has to hold back laughter or smiles in public because Sideswipe is telling him a funny story or joke over the bond.
When one is in the brig or on boring work duty the other will watch a tv show or read something and ‘send’ it over to their twin.
Like literal bond live streaming.
They can ‘give’ each other emotions or feelings. Sunstreaker’s feeling angry or violent, Sideswipe will esstentially suck it out of him and send back love and calmness.
Sideswipe is getting fidgety and bored from having to sit still, Sunstreaker will send over stabilty and try to distract him from the itch that makes it uncomfortable for him to sit still for too long,
They feel each others pain
One of them gets injured on the battlefield, the other feels it and the added sorrow of their twin getting hurt is pure agony .
They can also transfer or send the feeling, taste or texture of something.
Sideswipe suddenly perks up during monitor duty because Sunstreaker is consuming something delicious.
Or on patrol Sideswipe will send Sunstreaker image captures of landcapes he thinks his twin would like to draw or paint.
They do things in sync without even thinking about it.
Whether its talking, picking up energon cubes at the same time, or sitting down at the same time
It hurts when they are away from each other. They aren’t made to be apart, and it’s agony when they are.
Sideswipe sings songs over the bond, and Sunstreaker will find himself absently humming along to whatever it is he’s singing.
Their sparks are very small, concerningly smaller than the average spark size, but they still have one of the strongest, most stable bonds Cybertron has ever seen. Deeper than any amica or conjunx bond.
Headcanons for IDW Brainstorm, Rodimus, Drift, Fort Max, TFP Ultra Magnus, Wheeljack, and Smokescreen having to chase and catch their bot s/o because they are upset/crying over something the other has said (and obviously didn't mean) and trying to calm them down please and thank you :)
‘Oh slag,’ thinks Brainstorm. ‘Oh slag.’ He sees you running away from him and his spark seizes (no, no, not again, can’t lose them.) After a moment of being frozen with panic he searches for you, finding you curled up in a corner. He’s not too good with feelings, but he apologizes and promises he didn’t mean it. Please come back to the habsuite with him? He’d like to talk it out there… You agree, and he clings to you the whole way back.
Rodimus has a habit of putting his foot in his mouth. He whispers a curse to himself and breaks into a sprint after you. “Babe- I didn’t mean it, you know what a blockhead I can be!” Once you finally stop running he apologizes, hugging you close and swaying back and forth until your tears stop.
Drift is usually careful with his words, and he’s kicking himself for upsetting you. He goes back over what he said while he gives you time to cool down. He thinks about how he said it, possible reasons it upset you, and how could’ve has said it differently. Once he works it out he finds you and takes you back to his habsuite, where he gives you a cube of energon and a well thought-out apology as he holds you.
Fort Max feels like slag. Making you cry has officially made him The Worst Person Ever.™ He chases after you and practically begs for forgiveness- he’s so sorry, he didn’t mean it- but that’s no excuse, please let him make it up to you!- you shush him and explain why you were upset. The two of you grab drinks from Swerve’s and then go snuggle in berth. Max gives you lots of kisses.
Ultra Magnus does not know how to deal. He’s so used to standing on ceremony that some things he says come off as insensitive (okay, a lot) and he just doesn’t realize it. There’s a chance he won’t know why you got upset. He finds you and asks what’s wrong, and when you tell him he acts a bit surprised. Then it hits him and he feels bad. His apology is a bit awkward and long-winded, but he never once tries to give an excuse. He asks you to please come back to base with him.
Wheeljack is angry at both himself and you at first. Why are you so sensitive? Why are relationships so complicated? Why is he such an aft-head? He spends most of the day training to blow off steam, and you don’t see him much. But that night he shows up at the base with a huge bouquet of flowers and some high-grade, ready to apologize.
Smokescreen probably told a bad joke. As soon as you start crying he frantically apologizes “Oh no no, it wasn’t funny, I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry, my jokes are awful!” He falls to his knees and hugs your legs. “I’m sorry I’m awful I made you cry I won’t do it again please don’t cry I love you-” It makes a huge scene and Ratchet asks you to please take your relationship troubles somewhere else, he’s trying to work!
A/N – Based on a lot of @rocksinmuffin head-canons so extra special thanks to them for that. I’d also
like to give a big shout out to @robotyuris who left an awesome message in my
inbox which was really nice, yep I’ll do your fanfic btw but I do have a few
questions since I’m surprisingly new to the whole transformers fandom.
NSFW/RATED M UNDER THE “KEEP READING” CUT.
Rating – T
Rewind’s documentary on you
lasted weeks. No matter what you were doing, he would walk by your side, asking
questions. Whenever he asked about you specifically, you’d give a vague answer
that changed the subject, hoping he wouldn’t notice; he always did but never
pushed it, how could he when everyone on the ship knew what it was like to lose
their home? Rewind sent the interviews over the ships radio-waves, waiting till
he could edit it to put it on video. As a result, a few members of the crew had
requested that the two of you host a show together, answering their questions;
although it didn’t interest you, it did make you feel more welcome aboard the
At the start of the
‘documentary’, Chromedome had taken to avoiding you completely, after a week or
so he started walking behind the two of you, then beside you, and finally he
started talking to you; despite his initial shyness, you quickly found a friend
in him, even with his occasional, self-depreciating attitude. Having Chromedome
and Rewind around helped you become more accustomed to other bots, at least to
the point where you didn’t fear them and would sometimes initiate a
conversation with others. It was somewhat like being a celebrity, bots would
approach you in the hallway, some excited, others nervous, then they’d usually
apologise for bothering you, say a fleeting comment, which you’d happily reply
to, and dash off, clearly happy. Despite your new-found company, it didn’t
fight off the constant loneliness that gnawed at your insides.
“Oh!” Rewind lit up,
snapping you out of your daydream, “You haven’t seen where all the mechs
hang out after a shift.”
“Yeah, there’s “Visages” and
Swerves, which would you prefer?”
You knew nothing about either
place, so you opted for the first one. The three of you started on the way to “Visages”
but quickly found the route blocked by a throng of mechs, all apparently trying
to get to some form of event. Chromedome picked you up and grabbed Rewind’s
servo; he was used to looking after Rewind but ferrying the two of you through
the crowd would be a challenge, one knock and you could fall, which distressed
him to no end.
Sensing his partner’s distress,
Rewind suggested heading to Swerve’s instead.
“Good plan.” Chromedome
said, clearly relieved, though he didn’t let go of either of you.
Swerve had long since given up on
his mission to see you, some mechs got all the luck and he wasn’t one of them;
perhaps he simply wasn’t good enough to meet you.
’At least I have Rewind’s interviews,’ he thought miserably, playing
one about music genres on his private audio channel between serving drinks; he
always thought he knew all the types of Earth music but there were so many more
genres than he could’ve imagined. Languidly, his optics scanned the bar,
travelling to the entrance where, for some reason, a crowd was gathering.
“What’s going on over
there?” Swerve asked Cyclonus who was sat unperturbed at the bar.
Cyclonus, who was much taller
than Swerve, looked over the bots and got up to leave, “The human’s
Swerve almost overheated, he was
so excited it was a miracle he didn’t short circuit on the spot. He had to find
a way to you, then again, with the entire bar’s patronage already bothering
you, he didn’t want to overwhelm you, there had to be a way to get to you
without looking like a creep.
“Alright,” he shouted
over the hubbub, trying to appear cool and collected, “Give her some room
or no more drinks tonight.”
Everyone ignored Swerve, too
curious to ogle you to care. You stood high on Chromedome’s shoulder, using his
helm for balance, attempting to spot who was trying to help you. You saw the
mini-bot behind the bar and whispered in Chromedome’s audio receptor.
Chromedome nodded, then addressed
the crowd authoritatively, “We’re just here to relax, give us some space
Something about Chromedome’s tone
demanded respect. The crowd dispersed, each bot heading to their previous area
in the bar, most eyeing you up as Chromedome carried you to the bar. He helped
you down, you sat cross-legged on the table top while he sat with Rewind on the
Swerve took a few moments to
think about what he was going to say before approaching you, shooting a cool
wink, “Hey there, I’m Swerve, your friendly neighbourhood bartender. For
our resident human, how about a free cube of energon?”
“I can’t drink energon,
sorry,” You shrugged off the offer apologetically.
Swerve grinned sheepishly,
speaking faster than you thought possible, “Right, yeah, I knew that, I
can get some human stuff, OJ and coke and all that other stuff, that can be
free too. I mean, of course it would be, you don’t carry shanix, that’s money
by the way, did I mention that-”
Chromedome stepped in.
Rewind’s optics lit up jovially,
he’d guessed Swerve would be happy to meet you; it seemed that, after all the
two of you had been through, you both needed a friend right now.
“Swerve here is somewhat of
an expert on Earth,” Rewind bragged.
“I wouldn’t say an
expert,” Swerve blushed.
“Maybe, maybe not, either
way, he has some interesting stories.”
“If you can stand your
audials being talked off,” a mech taunted from across the bar.
Swerve cringed, so far, he’d
offered you a drink toxic to humans, babbled incessantly, and now been heckled;
it wasn’t a great introduction.
You ignored the heckler,
determined to smooth things over with the bot who’d attempted to help you,
“I’d love to hear some stories,” You said.
“Really?” Swerve lit
up, jumping straight into one of his tales “Okay, one time I was on a
quest to find the lost ship of Starjet, an old bot from back in the day,
Chromedome and Rewind left the
two of you alone, getting a booth in the corner of the bar to simply enjoy each
The hours ticked on and you
quickly found that the heckler was right, Swerve could indeed talk your ears
off but not in an unpleasant manner; you actually found it a nice distraction
from the usual questions of home. After a while, you yawned tiredly, Swerve was
horrified, the knowledge that humans only yawned when tired or bored echoing in
his mind; he hoped it wasn’t because of the latter.
“Are you okay? If you want
to talk about something else we can, how about you or Earth? Your favourite
You shook your head, "Sorry,
I’m just sleepy, need to recharge, y'know?”
Swerve nodded vigorously,
“Yep, no problem. I can call someone to take you back to your hab-suite or
um… I could take you… if you wanted,” his spark was heavy as he waited
for the probable rejection.
You looked around the bar which
had cleared out apart from a few stragglers. “You sure it’s not too much
“Like you could be
trouble,” he guffawed giddily, “I’ll close up here and walk you back.
If possible, your smile would’ve
made Swerve blush, he was awe-struck. As promised, he shut the bar, showing the
few remaining bots out before escorting you back, talking about anything and
everything to do with the ship and crew; he was dying to ask some more personal
questions and find out more about you but he didn’t want to push you away when
you’d so clearly avoided answering them for Rewind.
Upon reaching your room, Swerve
felt suddenly lost for words, instead of staying quiet though, he began
babbling again, “Here we are, your room, not that you didn’t know that,
you live here so yeah, you probably knew that unless you think it all looks the
same or um, you know. You’re welcome in the bar anytime by the way and I can
give you the number to my private channel if you need me, wait, sorry, humans
don’t come with a comm-link, Primus that was stupid, I mean I’m stupid, not
you, you haven’t done anything to-”
“I’d love to hang out
again,” You cut him off with a smile.
“Yeah, it’s nice to have
somebody to talk to as a friend, most bots just want to ask me loads of
questions which, quite frankly, I don’t want to think about now, y'know? That
and they all want to know what my hair feels like; it was nice to just talk,
thanks for that.”
Swerve didn’t answer for a long
time, you sighed and said, “You’re wondering about the hair, aren’t
“It’s so unique,”
Swerve said defensively.
“I’ll let you touch it once,
that’s all, no pulling.”
Swerve held a digit over your
head, hesitating momentarily before lightly grazing your hair. He didn’t
linger, as much as he wanted to. “It’s soft,” he murmured,
“…I guess. So, I’ll drop
by the bar sometime?”
“Whenever you want. How
“Can’t tomorrow, Rung makes
me go to weekly psyche evaluations since I’m the only human here; how about the
“Like I said, you’re welcome
whenever you want.”
You smiled, opening your door,
“See you then.”
You headed to bed, leaving Swerve
to go to his own hab-suite. Initially he’d intended to recharge but he
couldn’t, there was too much to think about. From the second he knew you were
on the ship, he’d planned on being your friend, he never imagined he’d feel
anything towards you.
“No,” he reprimanded himself, “I don’t feel anything other than friendship. I mean, she was cute and all
but what’s really to love other than the attentive way she listens or that cute
little human yawn, maybe even how soft her hair is, or that she let me walk her
home or- oh no!”
He covered his face with his
servos, being your friend would either be the best thing in his life or it
would destroy him from the inside; Primus, he hated himself.
I saw that requests were open and I hope you don"t mind! How would tfp autobots react to a teen reader (13-16) who acted very mature and motherly to them?
I don’t mind at all, anon! This is really cute! :)
Optimus: He’s quietly amused by your motherly
treatment, but he’d never say anything out loud. After all, not many people would see the military
leader of a group of giant, sentient, alien robots as someone to look after,
but he secretly finds the fact that you rather charming. He understands what it’s like to feel
parental and protective of those around him, so he understands your desire to
keep him safe (even if he’s perfectly capable of doing so himself). This sets off something of a chain reaction. The more nurturing you act towards him, the
more he’s going to become protective of you.
You’re far too good and precious for this world, and he’s going to
defend you with his very spark if need be.
Ratchet: Acts like he doesn’t care (spoilers: he
totally cares!) While he might scoff and
roll his optics when you act all motherly towards him, (he’s hardly a sparkling
after all. If anything, he’d be your parental figure) he secretly likes
the attention. He works hard every day
and sometimes keeping the Autobots all in tip top shape can be a bit of a
thankless task. He appreciates your
kindness and compassion, and the fact that you’re very mature for your
age. Sometimes it’s nice to let someone
else take care of him for awhile, even if it’s just to remind him to recharge
after all long day.
Bumblebee: He thinks it’s adorable the way you care
about him. He tries not to worry you
though; he doesn’t like for you to get upset over him. (No, no, see?
It’s fine! It’s just a little
scratch! Ratchet will have it patched up
in no time!) Even though you’re still
very young by human standards, he always listens closely to what you have to
say and treats you with the same respect he would other adults. He likes it when you see him off before he
goes on a mission. He always seems to
fight a little better when he knows you have a nice, warm cube of energon
waiting for him when he gets back.
Arcee: It’s like a competition to see who can be the
best mom. She’ll be in the middle of
briefing you about safety during a mission and you’ll chime in with something
like “Arcee, that wire there looks like it’s leaking some energon. Maybe you ought to go and see Ratchet?” Arcee’s not quite sure what to make of you
sometimes. (Like, no, human. You cannot be my mom. I am your mom! What is happening??) You’re good for her though, as sometimes she
has trouble following her own advice.
Yes, Arcee, getting enough sleep is important for young humans, I
agree. But you haven’t recharged in two
days! Go to berth this instant!
Bulkhead: He gets a littleflustered over all the kindness you show him, but only because he’s
not really used to it. Don’t get him
wrong, the Wreckers and the other Autobots are like his family, but nobody’s
ever brought him a giant heated blanket after a mission before, or offered to
buff those hard to reach spots. He’s so
grateful to have you in his life. It’s
nice to know someone’s always looking out for him the way you do. He’ll gladly return the favor as well. If you ever needed anything, Bulkhead’s at
your side in an instant. He wants to
make sure you don’t feel like he’s taking advantage of your kindness.
Wheeljack: He thinks the idea of a tiny human
worrying over a giant, sword-wielding Wrecker is beyond hilarious. He doesn’t say this out loud though, in case
he accidentally hurt your feelings, or embarrassed you, or even worse made you
stop. Because, while he doesn’t necessarily
think he needs looking after, he absolutely loves the attention. He smiles just a bit wider when you ask him
about his day, or offer to come along to help on a mission. But it’s more than just the things you do for
him that make him happy; he really does care about you a great deal. After all, where would he be without his
little Earth buddy? It warms his spark
to think about how much you mean to him and he’s gonna do his utmost to keep
you safe from harm.
Smokescreen: He gets a little embarrassed sometimes
when you mother him. “Oh, come on! Not you too!
I already get all that from Optimus!”
(He thinks it’s cute when you cross your arms and huff whenever he says
something like this. They’re just trying
to look after you, you aft!) But deep
down, much as he’d hate to admit it, he knows you’re right about certain things. Okay, maybe trying to do 80mph in a 45mph
zone wasn’t the best idea… He kind of
admires your moxie, and appreciates that you’ll push back on certain things
with him, even if he grumbles at the time.
At least one of you is good at keeping you both out of trouble.
Ultra Magnus: “Good luck,” you call out to him one day
before he leaves for a mission. He turns
around in surprise and stares down at you, causing you to avert your eyes. “Um, sir,” you add quietly. He balks for a moment, unused to anyone
showing him concern over such a routine thing.
“…Thank you.” He quickly becomes
very fond of you. It’s such a relief to
have someone as mature and responsible as you around base, knowing that he
doesn’t have to worry about coming home to a burned out pile of rubble. He enjoys talking with you about his work and
loves that you don’t get bored or crack annoying jokes like Smokescreen and
Miko do. The only time this bot ever
smiles is when you’re around, much to the others’ surprise (Holy frag! He actually CAN smile?!?!?) He refers to you as his unofficial
deputy. Ultra Magnus often wishes the others
could be as reliable as you (*coughcoughSmokescreencoughcough*)