#Arcana Magnus

[pluralsword]

After working on her on and off for six months or so (and still with some finishing touches to do as we identify high friction spots) we are proud to present big Windblade customized from potp Elita One, inspired by @minersedgarsart 's painting of her in such a design! Both these toy customs of her and Chromia (from S86 Junkheap) are intended as gifts for one of our beloved partners and closest friends, @transformersdork.

Additionally, we wanted to mention here that we think two good Prime names for Chromia and Windblade respectively are Multivalia Prime and Galebreach Convoy. And yes, there is an Arcana Magnus in the works... hopefully you'll see her soon :3

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[askarcanamagnus]

Lady Arcana Magnus, and the collective that she's associated with therein, which forms of aesthetic variation do you personally find the most appealing or fascinating? Furthermore, which kind of ideal expression do you advise to a queer demimale who has been feeling some feminine aesthetic alignment for some time now, and would thus like to dress or style themselves accordingly? I was told once that I had a certain feminine quality about myself, though back to the core of the question, I suppose I'd love to learn more about your aesthetic experiences in order to learn more about my own potential.

Additionally, in terms of the outer multiverse that you may be aware of, have you ever encountered any variations of Shockwave that were trans, where perhaps learning about themselves and their own internalized biases led them to realize that their present external expression didn't align with what was truly themselves? I suppose I think it would be interesting if a Shockwave was able to better apply her potential in the service of aesthetic liberation :3

 The query:

Lady Arcana Magnus, and the collective that she's associated with therein, which forms of aesthetic variation do you personally find the most appealing or fascinating? Furthermore, which kind of ideal expression do you advise to a queer demimale who has been feeling some feminine aesthetic alignment for some time now, and would thus like to dress or style themselves accordingly? I was told once that I had a certain feminine quality about myself, though back to the core of the question, I suppose I'd love to learn more about your aesthetic experiences in order to learn more about my own potential.

Additionally, in terms of the outer multiverse that you may be aware of, have you ever encountered any variations of Shockwave that were trans, where perhaps learning about themselves and their own internalized biases led them to realize that their present external expression didn't align with what was truly themselves? I suppose I think it would be interesting if a Shockwave was able to better apply her potential in the service of aesthetic liberation :3

“Zoomy” Arcana Magnus: Dear Expansive Quester,

I am deeply honored, we all are, that you reached out to us about this. We will answer in three parts, first, regarding the various aesthetics we enjoy for ourselves and in others. Second, giving you tools to navigate your own iteration and desires on your journey for euphoria. As it sounds dress is a part of this, we will advise in that regard overlaid with our own experiences whether binary bond or otherwise, and some questions to consider. We are more than happy for this to be a blog conversation if you wish! 

Lastly, we will tell you about some the Shockwaves across variation we’ve met, for we do know some. I myself was close with an Autobot Shockwave, they was an instrumental strategic advisor on Nautica’s command staff in the Great War, and a proud single mentor to the stoic fun-loving Wrecker and Torchbearer errant in love with Windblade, Strongarm. We do know some she pronoun Shockwaves though. <3

On my part, as you may know, I am a trans torquey zoomdare and a gal, the latter from contact with humanity and my trans gal binary bond partner. For those unfamiliar with compound noun aesthetic assemblage terms originating from bots like us under the umbrella systems of sparktion (Cybertronian origin), hearth (Camien origin), voyage (Velocitronian origin),  sedneemet (Eukarisian origin) etc. terminology, some of which we first introduced to this world back in early 2022, we will define in brief in this regard:

Cybertron -sparktion - literal meaning: sparklike assemblage, assemblage of sparks, the seeing of trying to understand one's aesthetic singularity as getting to know one's spark.

Caminus – hearth - an aesthetic understanding from the fire of the person and community, of passion, of forging, of dedication, and the universe.

Velocitron – voyage - the love of the journey itself taken very deeply, considered more important than a long resting point of conclusions.

Eukaris - sedneemet - rock affinity based, specifically the intergenerational formation and changing of shape and composure from many different sources.

In regards to specific aesthetics to me zoomdare reflects a sense of a graceful rush in body and mind, it is somewhat comparable to the sensory re-acquaintance euphoria human bodied people experience particularly from doing hormone replacement therapy for aesthetic reasons, however it is also comparable to the reknowing of oneself and the world in other senses, whether meditation, dance, martial arts, whatever one feels at home and in tempo with, what makes one happy. That is more the zoom side typically, however these definitions are self ascribed, not prescriptive. People such as myself speak to the entwining with the other end of the dare portion reflecting an intrepidness in existing and building on that, and also to carry on and care for ourselves and one another, to protect, create, and deescalate all we can.

As such, for people like me, there is also a bodily component- while a zoomdare can be any shape, say a telescope or microscope bot in the zoom and/or daring of their magnification, or a building bot one with their surroundings and denizens- for many of us it is the altmode shape to soar or flit about or charge or outmaneuver or race or flow that affirms us- for me, being a robust high speed car with some torque and reflecting that in my bot mode shape and my fields of study makes me very happy. Windblade, Anode, Velocity, Aileron, Hot Shot, Trans-Mutate and many more also know themselves with their frames in a similar manner. As a mutualist in attraction, that is to more similar aesthetic assemblages while still reveling in symbiosis of our differences- I find that attractive, and there is a tank Shockwave who fits that profile for me, but we won't talk about her until the end of this post (my understanding is that the feeling is mutual, but we've decided not to act on it. sometimes attraction is just that).

But the truth is most bots of my world feel some affinity to zooming and daring, just as I do to holding, wooshing, booming, clawing, flapping, chords, spinning, flares, seeking, forging, the torque, blazing, plunging, the absences thereof, the whys, the hows, the whens, and where’s and on and on. We do after all have hundreds of thousands of years to have built up an assemblage viewpoint, to know ourselves as compounds of so much. In this way. My realizations of myself created a new kinship with my symbiotic launch tank-alt torquey wooshhow twin sibling Galvatron, for he could see and embrace through me what taking on mutualistic trans zoomdareness would have been like for him. 

Regarding torque- it's a way of referring to the rapid build-up and force of momentum of persona and/or euphoria of such in the frame and the ensuing results in contact with the world. It is somewhat comparable to your term “butch” from lesbian and sapphic terminology as one butch lesbian Spacewarp realized dating torquedare Perihelion, however as you can tell from the fact symbiotist Galvatron uses it the term torque, like the rest of our aesthetics, are not mere analogs for gender. They are our own parallel and vastly differing iteration that has some amusing overlaps. Some examples of primarily torque folks include Elita One, Pyra Magna, and Optimus Prime (all torqwhy), Road Rage (torqdare), Cliffjumper, Arr-Cee (a motorcycle bot I am close to), and Catapult (zoomtorqdares), whereason the holding or being held and knowing when to let go ranges from as small as Lug (holddare), to Titans like Lodestar (zoomholddare).

There will always be aesthetic contextualization and iteration, there has been as long as there has been life to experience of it, so at the very least as long as there has been sapient life- and in that sense, will always be around no matter how hard people try to erase it, and even should all life perish, we carry on in love’s memory forevermore beyond the question of physics or gods. 

“Prof” Arcee: while my world and that of Arcees you are familiar with use gender, the situation is similar. Our genders are linked to one another, and inform and are informed by alt mode and relation to it. I am a mutualist trans alt modus iterexper gal, so I am polygender in that way, and even in how harsh and tragic my world’s history was, we did still have many beautiful understandings, and though I would not know the word zoomdare until I was very old, we were building towards that framework, for example I did know I liked some torque to me, and this was actually a point of grief since Jhiaxus’s transmedicalist reformat of me in his rigid ideal of a woman and not what I wanted for gender affirmation as a gal, did not take that into account or more accurately ignored it. I would take millions of years to be brave enough to take on robustness again within the shapes I actually wanted. 

Regarding your question- I would encourage you to reflect from yourself and the world around you. What kind of gals or femme-spectrum folks do you look up to or aspire to be like? What clothing makes you happy? That will help answer your question. While clothing is not really my thing…

“Arcblade” Danielle Witwicky: if its not tough color schemed armor that allows maneuverability, I like a-skirts and dresses, because I can move easily in them, more easily than pants (not that I’ve worn pants for along time, hard to do as an exosuit cyborg), and I tend towards a stately appearance if I am bothering with clothes. Anything can be feminine if you want it to be, it's just a question of what resonates with you.

“Zoomy” Arcana Magnus: regarding Shockwaves, yes, we know of some who are trans, and some who even though they are not had their own epiphanic cycles entangled with the journeys of other people. The Shockwave I know from my life uses they/them, a zoomdare, is aconjunxic and asensual, and struggles with emotions. They however were raised in a loving community of my world’s Golden Age, that showed them to observe and understand that there is wisdom and reason for a society of mutual aid, consensus, care, and solidarity, and while they may struggle with being compassionate and loving emotionally, the concepts themselves make sense to them, and they know that we love them. There is one entity in the universe they do love dearly, can hug close most easily- their mentee, the brave and sweet gamer Torchbearer errant Strongarm, who they raised on Caminus in the late Golden Age, since they foresaw that world would play such a particular role in the aesthetic Autobot Revolution. Shockwave was a scientist of astronomy, physics, and engineering, but they also intently studied civilian and military strategy, and would go on to serve as one of the strategic command advisors to stratelect Nautica, who advised and coformed much of the strategic planning with Supreme Commander Optimus Prime on behalf of our pluralistic democratic government at the galactic level of the war. It was Shockwave who was the chief architect of the system by system, sector by sector randomized strategem algorithm offensive late in the war that made us unpredictable in our offensive late in the war against the remaining Decepticon sectors, before Nautica led the  command of a unified consolidation of special forces interdiction, fleet-scale peaceful penetration, and wave based planetary deployment with direct tactical ground support and in tandem with Decepticon defectors. 

It was my personal honor as a Prime and as elected Director of the Anchor special forces and thus one of the joint chiefs to present Shockwave with the Medal of Cosmic Survival, for their algorithm that they monitored and edited with real-time sapient input until conventional command resumed to have so thoroughly mitigated civilian casualties and maintained as primary priority the safeguarding of them above all else in a chaotic situation where we retreated from some regions and made full frontal assaults in others.

I won’t lie. Even with our pacifist military (which we in the brass knew was an oxymoron and were always looking for the day when we could build peace instead of fight to survive) considerations of not engaging in strategic bombing or bombardment of any targets that was not confirmed to be solely a conventional military base or holding with a confirmed lack of civilian presence in or close enough to be collateral, that even with maintaining only use of tactical direct support otherwise and de-escalatory doctrine always looking to find grounds for mutual reparation, restitution, restoration, and reconciliation, people were caught in the crossfire throughout the war even on the infantry scale. Even when the killing usually reached only the target in mind that itself is still a sadness and atrocity. It weighs on my conscience, on all of us. We cried a lot about it, and it’s the whole damn reason Anode and Lug made a plea to both sides to stop because of the sheer amount of trans people, and people generally, who had died on both sides over 500,000 years of war. But that’s a story for another time. Suffice it to say that at least we did not try to declare our cause just, to excuse what we did, and that even though it was the Decepticons who had seceded and tried to coup us with their stratocracy that eventually became neo-Functionist genocidal reactionary totalitarianism and as such eventually had a civil war with those who didn’t agree, that we did not annex them, that we helped to reconstruct democracy with them when all was said and done, and that we repaid all we could for the hurt we caused, just as they did for us. 

Shockwave helped with that. They, like me, gave up their rank, helped to rebuild damaged polities by hand, to ensure the traumatized received care, to step in the way of conflict and not return violence in turn, like the peaceful intercessions of old in cycles of violence during the Golden Age. To risk their life as someone working for the dream with their integrated cannon deactivated and stuffed with cyberflowers, working with their one arm, and hauling supplies on their treads. They told me they were happy when, years afterwards, they were instead tugging youngsters along on field trips to the observatory. 

"Prof" Arcee: I could talk about the Shockwave of my world

It is my understanding that some Shockwaves do know themselves as trans gals. One such example is a Shockwave from the Tyran Cluster who found her way onto Axiom Nexus after a Spacebridge accident while helping AllSpark bearer Multivalia Prime (Chromia) take down the Fallen in order to save the new forged population of Cybertron from being forced into an army and dying. But because of her pushing for offworlder equality simply because it made more sense than the extractive jus sanguinis  hierarchy, she was pushed by bruisers affiliated with the Freelance Police Legion into the Heap, where she joined up with the Unified Anarchists League in trying to make the best of scarce resources through caring for one another and finding joy in resistance- it was in learning to dance and the way of the sword that she realized herself as a gal, and as the bots of her universe could do, simply changed her shape to reflect what that personally meant for her. She rationalized having armored skirt halves like Anode’s that in this case form part of Shockwave’s tank armor because the skirts have pockets, but she did later admit that the moment to moment life and emotive expression her t4t partner Anode had through them is why she took them on for herself. After the post-Shroud revolution that brought a new consensus of equality to Axiom Nexus, I met her via a Multiverse Drive ship that ‘Backpack” Arcee was on, and we shared stories with each other. Shockwave seemed very happy.

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[tfwarfare]

Transformers Warfare: Magnus (Rank)

The title of Magnus is one worthy of dignity and respect. Often considered to be the second highest rank achievable within the Autobots, just below "Prime", the mere mention of a Magnus on any given battlefield is enough to strike fear in many a Decepticon. To be worthy of such a rank, one needs to be courageous, tough, and compassionate. Many bots have tried to become a Magnus, but few have succeeded.

Known Magni

Ultra Magnus

Possibly the most famous among the Magni is Ultra Magnus, leader of the Wreckers, an elite group of some of the toughest soldiers within the Autobot ranks. Ultra Magnus is one of Optimus Prime's oldest friends, having known each other from the Autobot leaders' days as Orion Pax.

Arcana Magnus

Little is known about this Magnus, aside from her similarity in both color scheme and demeanor towards the Autobot Arcee, leading some to suspect that Arcana is a counterpart to her from an alternate timeline or universe. She is a recluse, preferring to keep hidden on the spider-infested planet of Archa Seven. If this is actually an Arcee counterpart, whatever happened to her to make so unwilling to go against the Decepticons anymore - not to mention her techno-organic spider mode - is a mystery, one few Autobots are willing to uncover.

Leader Magnus

Formerly known as "Leader-1", Leader Magnus is the commander of the Autobot subfaction, The Guardians. The Guardians were originally an Autobot equivalent birthed from a similar Great War on the Cybertronian colony planet of Gobotron, until the planet was destroyed by said warfare and much of the population was decimated. Now a Magnus within the Autobot ranks, Leader looks to keep the rest of his friends alive, and perhaps correct his past mistakes which lead to his home planet's death.

Skyhammer Magnus

One of the few flight capable Autobots who is neither a Triple Changer nor affiliated with the Aerialbots, Skyhammer Magnus is a powerful yet graceful warrior. Although he and his team have spent much time exploring the galaxy, searching for supplies, species to aid, or stray Decepticon outposts to take down, news of Team Prime's location on Earth has drawn them to the planet... just in time too.

Elita-1

Although she doesn't use the Magnus title - Elita Magnus just sounds pretentious - Elita-1 still very much qualifies as one, and is often eager to show Decepticons why that is. Strong and capable, she acts as Optimus Prime's second in command on Earth, having left command of her previous unit to...

Splendid Magnus

Splendid Magnus is a courageous and honorable leader, unafraid to make the hard decisions. Formerly the SIC to Elita-1 in the all-femme attack squad Shield of Solus, Splendid was granted both the rank of Magnus and command of the team when Elita left Cybertron with Optimus.

Delta Magnus

The leader of the Primal Vanguard, Delta Magnus and his team were once some of the best soldiers in the Autobot army. Unfortunately, an attack from the Decepticon Heavy Brigade left a large number of them dead, Delta included. The left over members would reform under the leadership of Grimlock as the Lightning Strike Coalition, then later the Dinobots.

Pyra Magna

Though she doesn't follow conventional naming schemes, Pyra Magna of Caminus is every bit a Magnus as everyone else with the name thanks to her relentlessness and ambition. Much like Splendid Magnus and Elita-1 previously, Pyra leads an all-femme team known as the Torchbearers, which can combine into Victorion. Although the team is more suited for and accustomed to collection and preservation of ancient Cybertronian artifacts, one can always count on Pyra and her "Rust Renegades" to come to their aid, should she hear their cry.

Maximal Magnus

A close friend to the Camien Windblade, Maximal Magnus was a virtuous Autobot of great leadership capabilities. Unfortunately, virtue was not enough to save her from deactivation. When she travelled to Eukaris to negotiate and trade for supplies, she was ambushed by the newly formed Predacons, inspired by the Decepticon Preditron. Maximal Magnus sacrificed her life to save her team and a small group of Eukarians, but in doing so left her team leaderless. However, her sacrifice inspired a new faction to rally up and stop the new threat, using the first half of her name as their moniker. Her group, meanwhile, has found new leadership, though they will never forget their first leader.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers au #transformers warfare #tfwar #ultra magnus #arcana magnus #arcee #leader magnus #leader-1 #skyhammer magnus #skyhammer #elita 1 #splendid magnus #yellow splendid convoy #delta magnus #pyra magna #maximal magnus #maxima

[tatchianamichaela]

Hi all! It's been such a long time 😅 I do have something to share with you, it's a preview of my piece for the Magnus Arcana zine 👀

Who can guess which character this is?

Go get your preorder now if you want to see the full piece!

#tma #the magnus archives #the magnus arcana #zine

[precambrianhottopic]

i see you.

TMA tarot series- Part 22 of 22

First | Next | Last

reblogs > likes :))

#this is supposed to be part of a larger series!! heres to hoping that happens bc im REALLY happy with this one!!! #<- fair warning though updates will be really slow bc this took a while lmao #the world is the last card in the major arcana ik but im starting here :)) #plush.png #the magnus archives #tma #jonathan sims #tarot series #the world #edit: brightened it up a bit bc the color calibration on my monitor is shit #if youre seeing this on mobile and its compressed to hell im so sorry

[kyuatwinkle]

the fact that i could say today is the birthday of a blone grey eyed dead guy and it could mean twO people is incredible.

#magnus chase #lucio morgasson #the arcana

[lonely--shine]

Intro Post

About time I finally did this properly, lol

Welcome, welcome! This Shine, she/they, chaotic artist and writer, here to share my art on this sideblog (I follow from @shine-reblogs). I mostly make art about my OCs (from fandom and original universes) and whatever strikes my fancy xD

Here are some examples of my art! :D

The fandoms I post about the most/have OCs for are: The Arcana, Submachine, and Pokemon Reborn. To a lesser degree there's TMA, Errant Kingdom, and others.

As for original universes: I have many but am not really focused on them right now. You might want to check my Toyhouse to check them out ^^

Last but not least, I tag everything with its fandom or original universe for easy navigation, so if the hellsite is cooperating you should be able to find stuff easily.

Feel free to drop an ask if you need something tagged or just wanna say hi! :3

Check my socials at: linktr.ee/lonelyshine

#intro post #pinned post #art #digital art #fanart #original art #artist #artists on tumblr #the arcana #submachine #pokemon reborn #errant kingdom #the magnus archives #sky watchers #meet the artist

[enby-summoner]

now, among the various things wrong wi me, i also have adhd, and so, i have a lot of what i call adhd projects, ie things that i do when im swappin between things i Need to do bcause nothin appeals to me

now, one of these projects, is a google document

where i am

in a very sane and neurotypical move

am writing down the story, chats, calls, and card stories for artw.

i may have a problem.

#arcana twilight #my post #i may b lyin about it bein a sane n neurotypical move- #its jus. its one of those things where i want to b able to quickly access certain things n i decided id b stupid about it- #like my other adhd project where im hand writing the transcripts of the magnus archives episodes n filing them alphabetically and by entity. #im not a normal person-

[maximwtf]

Characters and Fandoms

Fandoms will be in order of current interest, and I’ll update them as frequently as my interest in them changes. (More will most likely be added in the future if I get into something new :”D)

Genshin Impact

Baizhu, Ayato, Beidou, Thoma, Zhongli, Xiao, Xianyun

Cookie Run Kingdom

Almond, Lilac, Espresso, Elder Faerie

Obey me

Simeon, Satan, Asmodeus, Lucifer

Our Flag Means Death

Izzy Hands, Stede Bonnet

Lord of the rings / The hobbit

Legolas, Elrond, Thranduil, Lindir, Kili

The Magnus Archives

Jonathan Sims, Elias Bouchard, Timothy Stoker, Michael Distortion, Helen Distortion

Helluva Boss

Striker, Crimson

The Arcana

Julian, Asra, Nadia, Lucio, Valerius

Steven universe

Pearl, Peridot, Jasper, Holly Blue Agate, Blue Diamond, Yellow Diamond

Bbc Sherlock Holmes

Mycroft, Sherlock, Moriarty, John

Lucifer

Lucifer, Michael

Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them

Newt Scamander, Theseus Scamander

The Arcane

Silco, Viktor

Harry Potter

Remus, Sirius

 Pokémon

Ilima

Mystic Messenger

Jaehee, Zen, 707, Jumin Han

James Bond 007

James Bond

Thank you for reading !! 

#the magnus archives #tma #helluva boss #the arcana #obey me #steven universe #the hobbit #lord of the rings #Sherlock Holmes #lucifer #cookie run kingdom #the arcane #pokemon #mystic messenger #x reader #Harry potter #james bond #our flag means death #ofmd #fantastic beasts and where to find them #genshin impact

[kingcael]

Hello :)

Your art is breathtakingly beautiful! I am in AWE of your Magnus Cards. Did you just create them for yourself or is there some way I could buy a Set from you? They would be my most priced possession.

Love

Izzy

Hey there!

Sorry for the late reply! My arcana vigilo is not for sale anywhere, but I do have a printable pdf if you wanna get crafty and make your own deck, which I did by pasting two pieces of cardstock together haha

Also for a perusal and for a guide to the cards associations and meanings:

And also I did build a site to look at the cards and fortunes together here:

Thank you so much! This set is very important to me, so I’m glad you like it too!

#cael does art #TMA #the Magnus archives #arcana Vigilo

[tsundernova]

TMA folks, I’ve taken part in a new charity zine! The Magnus Arcana is open for preorders :^) 

Here’s a small preview of my piece, can you make a guess as to my characters and major arcana?

Preorder here: https://themagnusarcana.bigcartel.com/

More info here: https://themagnusarcana.carrd.co/

#the magnus archives #tma #the magnus arcana #zine #charity zine #fanart

[pluralsword]

Very Late Transformers: 2023 Rare Pairing Fest Post: The Fall of Mars (was less late on Ao3 lmao)

Hey so our life has kind of had a lot going on, so we weren't able to put this story out on the right day (got it out on the 22nd, the theme trust and failure was earlier so this fitting lol) and we weren't able to get it on tumblr along with a lot of other content that hasn't made it to tumblr, but here's the summary of this story that is near and dear to us:

Rating: PG-13 Written for the theme of Day 3 of the 2023 Transformers Rare Pairing Fest, the theme being Trust and Failure, which we were fittingly late for due to having to take care of family. In this story, the Great War rages on in the Solar System: Mars has fallen, and among remaining Autobots are three special forces Wreckers deployed there; reluctant warrior Arcee, die hard soldier Impactor, and hopeful strategist Aileron. They are holding the line against the Decepticons until civilians can be evacuated by the Earth Defense Command, but things take a turn for the worse when a Decepticon battlecruiser starts to fall out of the sky near the spaceport, and a bearer if Unicron's Matrix of Conquest enters the field... the three don't give up on hope, on love, and must make some difficult decisions in their last stand, including whether to bear the Matrix of Leadership... as always, the transformation of the present is the key to the future. Thank you to dear @maximus-dork (Take_it_to_the_Max on Ao3) for looking this over and greenlighting it!

Please note Unicron is a gaslighting jerk on trans stuff for a bit but this is not at all in the same way as how we write Functionists in other fics etc. they is entirely is doing it for the gaslight intentionally and not because they believe it. Also this is a Wrecker Love Wrecker (wlw, pun intended) story so yeah there is a casualty rate.

One other thing. This story was inspired by @quetzalpapalotl shipping Impactor and Arcee, this is our own spin on the concept with she/her Impactor, while also dating Aileron and Roddy (who's a trans gal)

And now, the story, which you can also check out on Ao3:

Ishtar Port, Nemesis Polity, surrounded by the Valles Marineris canyons, Mars. 2258 CE.

“At least I get to go out in your arms,” purple and yellow bulky slope chested Impactor tried to smile, but her jaw was too loose, bleeding inside and out, and she reached up with a quivering hand to touch Arcee’s own battle scarred helm’s left cheek guard, broken, missing the lower half, while she tended to the gash across Impactor’s waist with a metal seal painted with yellow and black stripes.

“Shh, save your strength, you flirt, you’ll need it for the next attack, you’ll live, if I don’t see to it, Aileron will, and to saving my aft too,” robust back stacked deep pink cyan white and gray Arcee leaned into Impactor’s touch as she finished sealing the wound by pressing firmly by hand.

Her work was done under the dying flickers of biolights of the dozens of felled Deceptivons nearby, blazing light of spreading fires, passing artillery and blaster fire screaming overhead, and shadows of steely colorful halls and towers falling and collapsing from barrages throughout the broken hab dome. Booms shook through the atmosphere down from the pinkish-red sky every time a lone massive golden half circle bowed long Autobot dreadnought overhead exchanged volleys with three pointy purple Decepticon battlecruisers.

While Arcee helped lift Impactor to her feet, the two’s Conjunx was busy watching the front and on a comms line from behind a mangled white with blue trim Earth Defense Command cybersteel barricade.

=“Windblade, we’re the last non-militia combat unit operational that we know of. The fight is finished here. I… I watched Optimus fall with my own optics,”= rounded stout and Aileron winced, her wings flapped nervously while she held her ironsighted double barreled pistol and fiery orange thermal saber ahead of her, the transformer and human body part strewn street before her vivid with the image of seeing blocky tall red and blue Optimus fire cyan light from the golden orb Matrix of Leadership with handles in their hands. The Matrix beam fired from there that promptly melted Nova Prime through his spark chamber before Optimus was struck down from a headshot from behind  by burly blue and gold armored Zeta, before Aileron and her team could respond. =“The Wreckers here are finished. The rest gave their lives bringing down the traitorous Elite Guard along with Decepticon Mayhem forces. How long until reinforcements?”=

Windblade’s voice from her busy command center’s battle room within the Titan Metroplex on Earth in the Pacific crackled through Decepticon ship jamming, relayed by the Autobot dreadnought and aided by Windblade’s battle meditative cityspeaking in tandem with Metroplex, while the two attempted to manage command of the Sol System’s defenses with hundreds of staff and commanders to attend to: = “Thank you, Aileron, and your loves. Admiral Faireborn has broken through the high orbit and lunar sieges. Extraction: 2 hours from now. Do you have the Matrix?”=

Aileron gripped her sword hilt tightly, and looked behind her to see her loves moving to cover her, Arcee with her long side mlunted scope sniper rifle aimed ahead in her arms sweeping around, Impactor with a blue-green ununtrium cutlass ready alongside her harpoon and shoulder cannon.

 Aileron looked at Arcee for a little longer than tactically advisable, thinking about the relic in one of her back stacks above a wheel, that Aileron had wished Arcee would put over her spark. =“Optimus gave the Matrix to Arcee. She refuses to bear it. She’s scared. You know how it is. She doesn’t want to have even more mythos around her and be made into a keeper of the status quo, instead of working to transform the world for the better more freely. She’s scared of- being the excuse for a new hierarchy.”=

Windblade-Metroplex minds churned with empathy and memory of the work for collective history for autonomy and transformation they and Arcee had been part of for hundreds and thousands of years, and amped up their neutrino channeling broadcast to Aileron, ready to reach out to her lancemates. =“Aileron, let her know we wish to speak to her. If our intel reports are right, there is a Matrix of Conquest bearer among the enemy.”=

A younger Aileron would have trembled in fear. Instead, she nodded, acknowledging her elected leader, home, and immense fear all at once. =“I’ll tell her.”= She looked over at Arcee, who had advanced up to her right shoulder, Impactor on her left. “Darling, Windblade and Metroplex want to speak with you. It’s about the Matrix… there’s a Conquest bearer on the field. I know that’s a touchy subject for you…”

Arcee stiffened, her memories rushed back to that fateful hour she and her purple brawny tank brother Galvatron and the old Knight Vanguard had bought time for Solus Prime and the delegates she defended of Cybertron’s early democracy to escape the mutated Terrorcon army and armada with towering gray densely armored Megatronus at the head of the assault. Megatronus, willing bearer of the violet blade spiraled Matrix of Conquest, who after the twins’ bloody fight defeating him and his vanguard, the dying Megatronus shoved the Matrix into Galvatron, leaving Arcee to kill her own Unicron corrupted sibling. To wander the planet after the war for a millennia, consumed by grief until she had the will to care to be around other people again.

The memories boiled in her into a wordless rage that she did her best to hold in, not wanting to alert enemies to their position. “I thought Unicron was dead long before I met either of you. Tell me. Where. I will. End it and them.”  

“Dear, we have to defend the remaining civilians so they can leave,” Aileron’s face softened as she leaned on Arcee’s arm. “I think this is about a defensive measure.”

“I-,” Arcee blinked. “You are right. Tell Windblade she can reach out.”

=“All clear, Windplex,= Aileron turned her gaze skyward. The Autobot dreadnought’s hull was overheated and torn up by enemy plasma and railgun fire, while one of the Decepticon battlecruisers with thrusters aflame and hull broken towards the rear started to plummet from the sky down towards the outer perimeter of the habdome. Her yellow optics widened with alarm and rapid trajectory calculations, immediately thinking of the massive explosion that would occur when the warship crashed. =“All Autobot units and civilians, abandon the shuttle ports and get to the blast bunkers! A Decepticon battlecruiser is going to hit outside the city in ten minutes! DECEPTICON VESSEL, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GODS HIT ALL THE BREAKS YOU CAN TO SLOW YOUR FALL! YOU’LL DIE IN THE EXPLOSION OTHERWISE!!”=

The battlecruiser did not reply, but the other three ships stopped fighting and moved in after the falling vessel, attempting to fire grapple tows to pull the ship up or slow it down to no avail.

Aileron turned and ran towards the nearest bunker entrance, down the street behind the barricade, next to the hexagonal port hall layered in dying red vines slowly suffocating from the loss of an oxygen rich atmosphere when the habdome was blown out. She leapt into her spaceplane mode, shoulders and forearms forming her engine thrusters, and rocketed off towards the hall, checking for ambushes in the surrounding buildings while her partners caught up. =“Um- Windblade, Arcee is willing to speak with you.”=

Impactor in her blocky artillery tank mode tailed behind armored muscle car Arcee, and while Impactor would have liked to take the time to admire Arcee and Aileron in action, she knew it was not the time. Instead, she swiveled her turret around to guard the rear of their retreat, raising her flat and wide cannon up towards the sky.

No one came. Impactor’s unease at the lack of fighting in the warzone clenched her fuel tank tight, as her spark roiled for vengeance. For Topspin, for Xaaron, for Spindle, for Thunderclash, for Cyclonus, for all of them… damn you Decepticons. 

=“Thank you love,”= Arcee reached the thickset metal bunker blast gate built into the side of the port hall and stepped out of her car mode while Aileron finished her sweep of the skies, equally perplexed as Impactor to see the enemy had not fled in the direction of the militia and conventional military units they had fought for the nearest bunker. 

Arcee was not surprised. She had expected this as soon as the Matrix of Conquest was mentioned. =“I expect they want to pull back and wait for the inevitable attack by their Matrix bearer rather than… overextend. I wouldn’t be surprised if the Bearer was directing the battlecruiser to crash, Unicron not caring about the allied death toll.”= She inputted the keypad code to to get inside and waited for the bunker gates to part while Aileron landed on her feet and Impactor folded herself up to a stand, both with guns raised, while Arcee gripped a two handed guarded hilt of silver and electric blue, and sighed. =“Windplex, can you hear me?”=

Windblade and Metroplex were quickly redirecting any spareable ship from the fights around the Solar System to aid in recovery efforts at Nemesis and the surrounding Martian area, and their sparks sang to hear Arcee finally make contact for a moment long awaited. =“We hear you, Arcee of Protohex, beloved friend. We will do everything in our power to continue to prevent and reduce mythologizing of you. And you know that power entrusted by the people is vast. Please. Take up the conduit. Do as I will, one day.”=

=“All right, once we are safe, thank you both.”= Arcee smiled as she felt the golden neural soft warmth of the vastness of Metroplex and Windblade’s joined minds across the solar system touch her, to share adoration for her, to say do what you must, a kiss of encouragement to her spark that overlocked Arcee’s self repair and fuel circulation systems. She started to make her way inside, following Impactor and Aileron, and then pressed the red button within to shut the gates while Aileron called an elevator up in the white-blue Sentinel sized shaft.

The whirr of an elevator on that scale rose up before the lift itself arrived. When the doors whished open the three hurried inside, and sat down together, holding each other.

Finally away from the fighting, Aileron started to tear up first.

“I can’t believe it… we lost our whole company we deployed with… and Optimus…” Aileron held on tightly to Arcee’s and Impactor’s rounded and square backs. “I just- I knew we never should have kept Zeta on, but Optimus wouldn’t listen… All I know is that between now and when Marissa’s fleet gets here in less than two hours, we might well join them to save lives. If either of you or both of you die I’ll- probably die inside.” She started to quake, sobbing, missing the trees, leafed and solar paneled, and mountains and song filled forges of her home at Caminus’s capital Dialgem. “I never thought when the Autobot Revolution got kicked off of Cybertron, that it would come down to this… to not even die where our bodies could be recycled on Earth or Caminus…”

Impactor held back from expressing the bloodlust that suffused her, enraged to see Aileron so pained. She knew it would scare Aileron and Arcee, that it scared her too. “I-,” she pressed her lips together tightly as she ran a hand over Aileron’s wing, finding that part of her holding still from her gentle caresses. “We’re not going to die, Aileron. We know you won’t let us, that we won’t let each other. That company of rascals died for us because they wouldn’t have it any other way, when they had a choice in the matter. I’ll never forget when Firedrive told me that the loss of us would break all their sparks and hearts and then she-” Impactor shut her optics, trying to shake the image of the black and red exosuit entwined Nebulan cyborg who had binary bonded to the late Rodimus Prime take down Thunderwing with final forearm blasts after Thunderwing had torn her in half at the waist. “For her to say that- with how much we all miss Roddy… my spark has been off ever since, and I want to live up to what she wanted for us.”

The elevator stopped at the bottom, and the three quickly ran towards the inner doors, which opened for them, revealing a brightly painted interior walls that had been decorated with art by children, protoforms, and adults alike, showing scenes of people dancing, reading, sparring, embracing, sculpting, healing wounds, cultivating plants, flying through skies and the starry void. 

Among them were thousands of bots, green toned Nebulans in spacesuits and humans also in protective gear filtering in from other elevators or hallways into the vast underground plaza. Many carried arms: solid and thermal blades, rifles, holstered pistols, amd some bots with body integrated blasters, missile launchers, and cannons. About a third of the organics were also too young for combat duty. People were huddling together over food and gladness to meet each other or sorrow over those they had lost. Aileron, Arcee, and Impactor looked on and put away their armaments and held hands. 

Impactor simmered. “Damn the Decepticons for fighting with so little care for how they destroy people’s homes and lives.”

Arcee took a curious, concerned look at Impactor’s glowing narrowed optics, and gave her hand a squeeze. “Even though we fight with the goal of only bombarding conventional military installations, it is not as if our infantry scuffles or missing artillery and bomb salvos do not have accidents that we weep over and cannot ever fully repay. All war, all violence beyond sparring and the like, is a violation of autonomy, even with supposedly good cause. Are you all right love?”

“The line has indeed grown thin between us and them despite our ideals, darling, we are part of a many thousands of years old actively fighting military industrial complex,” Impactor bowed her head, pressing a hand against her purple crest. “I just want to get over with as quickly as possible so we can actually practice peace. And that scares me, about myself, that the corners we’re not supposed to cut are looking… cuttable.”

“Peace at the cost of ethics of love and mercy would make us into them. We would have lost,” Aileron put a hand on Impactor’s waist, and pressed her own dome helmed low crested head against the blue squat Wrecker head over hammers insignia on Impactor’s chest. “Please- we will find a way. We have fallback strategies…” she noticed the room had grown quiet except for whispers. “They’re looking at us, aren’t they.”

“Yes, the only military personnel here and with enough publicly known record to be household names, that would make sense,” Arcee sighed. “They want to know that we can save them. Stand up tall you two, it’s time to inspire.”

Aileron and Impactor parted the huddle to flank Arcee, arms around her, faces with half smiles in response to the onlookers muttering curiosity, admiration, and worry. 

One human came forward, the only one in a conventional military exosuit, sleek and white in the thighs, waist, and shoulders, boxy and red in the forearms, chest, pelvis, helmet, and legs, her forearms bearing cannons. She turned off her blue visor obscurer to reveal her beige-bronze skinned face, shiny straight jet black hair, and piercing brown eyes meeting the Wreckers in turn. “I know you three by reputation and what you’ve done here today, and speaking over comms. Always wanted to meet you, wish it wasn’t like this. My name is Verity Carlo, she/her, I’m sure you might recognize me...”

“Yes, of course,” Impactor saluted with a left hand over her spark. “Mayor of Nemesis, EDF reservist, veteran of the Battle of the Curve. It’s an honor.” 

Aileron and Arcee joined in, and Verity returned the gesture with a grin, “Likewise, Wreckers, from the head diplomat and commander of first contact and alliance with Earth, to a first generation Solusian Knight, to the former Wrecker admiral, Autobot founders all. Tell me, how do you propose our bunker cells will survive-”

A thundering boom the likes of which Arcee had not heard since the collision of scuttled Autobot capital ships onto Unicron while she, Rodimus, other Wreckers and entire fleets fought Scourge desperately to keep Unicron’s fleet from launching back in 2005 before Unicron was finally killed. The sharp memory of the cacophony on top of the din of the din of battle made her think of orange and pink Rodimus fighting alongside her, and she reached out a hand to hold hers, and remembered she wasn’t here. “Roddy…” she tightened her hand into a fist, hoping no one had heard her.

Indeed no one had, many of the organics stumbling from the awful crashing sound and hungry burningly loud shockwave that came after and passed overhead. 

Arcee took the time to, slowly, reluctantly, acknowledging all her fear, to pull the Matrix of Leadership out of her back stack and hold it in her hands by it’s gray handles, and all she could think of was how she wanted her mentees Gauge and Sideswipe to be safe, and that she wanted to teach when this was over, to carry and care for younger life and encourage them to go their own way-

Ah, so this is what the Matrix is trying to show me, ask me if I want to change my shape with its power. Her face tightened with thought while urges coursed through her to assume an affirming set of shapes the likes of which she had not had to see to since her youth.

What everyone else in the room saw was her enveloped in cyan light emanating from the blue crystals within the spokes and core of the Matrix. She was barely visible.

Do you want this? My dear knight, you can keep your form if you want. The Matrix only wishes to encourage you to be who you want to be. You are tired of the path of the warrior, old friend. the voice and ghostly visage of colossal lavender and purple rounded and squarish cable hair helmed Solus Prime towered over Arcee, smiling, golden and silver Forge hammer in hand, among a sea of stars forming the millions of faces Arcee had come across and cared for, near those she knew they were close to. The room she stood in was beyond sight, but she could feel Aileron and Impactor’s hands on her back, and hear Aileron singing wordlessly, humming a slow, high and low tune with her thruster shoulders providing soft thrumming percussion base chords to the melody Arcee recognized as a mountain song from her village she grew up in on Caminus: Love To and From a Prime.

Arcee’s spark oscillated and crashed around in its chamber, and she put her hands over the car hood armor covered it while Matrix remained hovering ahead of her. Her body and mind warmly relived all the amorous touches, dancing, sparring, and resting together with her loves she could remember, with her shape as it was now and as it had been in her first relationship both roiled in sensation across her. She knew that if she took the shape she thought she wanted, she would be taller than she had ever been, that Aileron’s hand would barely reach her waist, and neither her nor Impactor would be able to lean up or in to kiss her.  

Aileron spoke a single verse, as her hand trembled, a tear down her face, worrying about Arcee being in the Matrix’s light so long: 

“I will always love you,

No matter how large or small you are,

No matter who you become for goodness.”

Impactor wrapped her harpoon arm around Aileron, while looking around behind at the door they had come through, hearing the elevator going up, and immediately whirled around to face the doors. “Arcee, you may need to differ some of this for later. We’re about to have company, and I’m not about to let another Prime or you get shot in the back.”

“I…” Arcee tried to meet Solus’s violet optics she had last seen smiling and dim when Solus rejoined the Allspark when she immersed herself back in, cables of Cybertron’s metal underground plugged into her neck and back, prismatic crystals growing around her as she said goodbye.

“Solus, and Matrix both, the shape decision can wait. But I accept being a Prime.” Arcee smiled, and the energies around her permeate her frame, and she knelt, grunting at the searing pain of her armor, actuators, engine, and fuel lines getting souped up, and forming a new conduit of circuit responsive connection to the Star Saber hilt in her back stacks, usable as more than a blade. As she grabbed onto the Matrix, the A deep breeze of signals ran through her circuits to her module via my neural cluster and spark chamber. Arcee was one with the awareness of a vast conglomeration of sparks across a vastness, with billions grouped together in thirty different star systems, and less so in other places. The Matrix posed ideas and strategies to her the way a Titan does to a Cityspeaker, an array of thoughts and data, in this case drawn from her life, Rodimus’, Optimus’s, Tigerhawk’s, Override’s, Delta Magnus’s, Solus’s, and Primon’s, the previous Primes. All at once with the roiling emotional turmoil of the sparks around, mountainous waves of pain and stress and terror and fear and misery, pushed against with recognition and joy and resolve and spite. 

Arcee let the access to knowledge and spark-visible kind guide her, and immediately she became aware that a terrible hunger consuming a desperately brave spark that… longed for me, Aileron, and Impactor? Oh no… Roddy… not you… 

She narrowed her optics and drew in the Matrix energies and vision around her, Solus nodding at her as her visage disappeared into the Matrix that Arcee stored in her own opened car hood chest, feeling crushed by the weight of what lay ahead, wracking her mind and the Matrix for a solution. Maybe there’s a way to cleanse her… She sensed no other sparks with the descending one suffused with the Matrix of Conquest that gnawed at Arcee’s spark perception.

No. She blocked out Unicron’s Matrix using all her love and will, thinking of fighting for her loved ones and for her home, Earth, and for the galaxy’s sake.

Militia bots and humans had formed up with Impactor and Aileron to get between Arcee and the doors, weapons brandished.

“Stand back,” Arcee stepped forward, drawing the Star Saber, while still running through options offered by the Matrix of Conquest from past encounters with Conquest bearers, all unsatisfactorily lethal to her. “The Conquest Bearer is approaching. And I think I know who she is. Rodimus.”     

Mutters and whispers ran through the group, who backed away to the edges of the hall, except for Verity, Impactor, and Aileron, the latter two conflicted between relief that Rodimus was alive and anguish that she was not in control of her faculties. Some of the adults who backed off shielded the eyes of the youngsters, wrapping themselves around them or urged them to hide under bunks or in smaller rooms. The interactions were not all tearless.

Arcee drew and ignited the Star Saber’s cyan golden broad blade. “If the Matrix and all the Primes don’t have a solution that doesn’t involve killing her, I damn well will touch my way through finding one. I make my own magic with strength, have all my life and because of that my name besides Arcee-” she and the Matrix spoke as one, “is Arcana Magnus. You all down to fight a Cron we care for? Keep in mind we have to minimize violence, since that feeds Unicron.”

The elevator hit the ground floor, and slow heavy footsteps thundered towards the doors.

“Being a Wrecker means signing up with a high chance of dying in some nearly impossible operation that we make possible,” Aileron smiled, her fingers wry around her sabers. “Wouldn’t have that any other way than for love, it’s why we’re here.”

“Aye, though this seems to be dangerously close relationship abuse, at the very least traumatic for everyone. But at least it’s not the bloody Noisemaze, Circuit Smasher, Flame’s zombies, Shadow Leeches, or Thunder Mayhem.” Impactor sighed and assumed a front stance with her harpoon, cutlass, and shoulder cannon. “Suppose this makes you a Wrecker, Verity. Though a counselor will have to assess you later.”

“Honored,” Verity leveled her cannons. “I do have this odd feeling that most of us are outclassed, though.”

The footsteps reached the doors ahead of the four, and stopped. Violet flames cut the doors in twain, revealing large thighed angularly and roundly lanky Rodimus in black and purple with smoking forearm barrels and a twisted grin. “How delightful, maybe I can finally crush the lazy vain hothead’s do-gooder attitude with the torture killing you will be for her.”

“Scrap you, Unicron,” Arcana Magnus seethed, showing her fangs, while Aileron and Impactor simmered and Verity stared slack jawed. Arcee cut down, channeling the might of her spark and the Matrix to galvanize the Star Saber’s energies into a precise arc of blue-white hot plasma that cut through the opening towards Rodimus, while Arcana still raced to construct a solution of Matrix of Leadership energies to quell the Matrix of Conquest, until considering what her own spark was doing. “Expose her spark housing so I can destroy her Matrix with mine!” She yelled as she leapt forward alongside her cut to stab forward-

Meeting Rodimus leaping over the arc of plasma, who stared with wide optics at Arcee’s follow up: “Would you really kill me sweetiegear?” Unicron toned in Rodimus’s softest coo that left Arcana and her partners freeze and want to belch up their energon, as did Rodimus’s own spark and mind overwhelmed by Unicron.

Verity immediately growled and fired off a volley of blue bolt ion blaster rounds into the center of Rodimus’s chest, tearing off the glacis point and halfway through the exterior armor as Rodimus twisted her torso to avoid Arcana’s stab, but was thrown back towards the floor by Verity’s blasts-

As Aileron and Arcana ran up on Rodimus, Impactor promptly aimed and fired her harpoon with the words “forgive me dear,” pinning Rodimus to the ground by her left arm, spilling purple Dark Energon out near her shoulder. 

“How dare you! You say you love me for who I am, and this is how you treat me?” Unicron bellowed and fired a steady triple flare of violet Angolmois fire from the pinned arm into Impactor, straight through the armor towards the spark chamber-

Arcana Magnus had followed the move since the cannons started heating up and extended a protective cascade of energon plasma from the Matrix of Leadership through her hand that reached Impactor just as her armor was torn up, holding the blast short of the spark chamber. 

“Of course you’d take her side, Arcee,” Unicron sneered through Rodimus’s face. “You don’t think I’m as real as you or your journey, do you? I’m not worth it. A waste. You bloody gatekeeper.”

Arcana struggled to stay afoot, tears streaming down her cheeks in equal measure to the quakes of Rodimus’s spark, the only thing Arcee could hold onto to keep from collapsing and sobbing. “Roddy would never say that… we helped each other find our way. You would never understand that.”

Aileron made use of the conversation to angrily move in with a heavy spark to rush and slice out the remaining front portion of Roddy’s car hood covering her spark and the cyclopean glow of the bladed Matrix of Conquest her two blades.

The Matrix’s twelve blades turned and launched cutting through Aileron’s torso from front to back, one through the spark. 

“ AILERON! ” Arcana and Impactor both screamed.

“What do you expect Arcee would do if you did that to her, hmm? Our love is dead, like you,” Unicron kicked optics dimming Aileron over, and then pulled out the harpoon from Rodimus’s arm, shutting off the fire, cackling at the sensation of her spark shrinking and dying from the traumatic agony, and sealed the wound with Angolmois while projecting a shield sphere of such Unicron blood with a teethy maw and horns around Rodimus’s body. “You sweet fool. You denied me my champion of violence by showing her that she is ‘loveable and trustworthy,’ and listening to her when few would in the millennia leading to my triumph. I never wanted you, Rodimus Cron. I was always after Arcana, and you were never in the way. Aileron was, and so is the companion of violence, Impactor.”

The onlooking militia and civilians looked on in distraught, some saying prayers or speaking last rites, others turning to run into the tunnels only to see dead mangled and torn Angolmois filled bodies both human and transformer advancing slowly, and retreating back inside, opening fire on the Terrorcons, panic rising among the mass.

Arcee ran the words over in her head while she wove a song of wordless love with Matrix energies towards Aileron’s spark instinctively from Matrix memory, rekindling the sweet fire of the beloved bot, mending pierced fuel lines, while Arcana braced the Star Saber, knowing she could kill Rodimus and maybe the Matrix of Conquest, but it would be in violence. That cannot be the solution to this problem… Unicron feeds on that, something all prior Primes had missed, that we only learned during the recent Armada Wars after Unicron’s destruction. What if…

She will never give up. You are getting more than you bargained for. I took down Scourge and Shockwave and sent the Matrix away from your grasp so the last of your soul would have to possess me to avoid the Omniversal Matrix reconciling you before your Light and Dark peers, you idiot. I let you have me, knowing that the Autobots and my partners can beat you. Rodimus’s spark laughed, and reached out during Unicron’s shock to say to Arcee, Aileron, and Impactor: I love you all. Keep trying. Whatever it takes.

Impactor knelt, trembling after the shoulder cannon blast she fired did nothing to Rodimus’s Angolmois shield. “What use am I? I just know how to fight, to kill, to teach those things! Tearing into Rodimus made me feel worse than anything i’ve ever done. I’m no mage or philosopher! I just- have always been the last line. Arcee, what do we do?”

Verity looked up at Arcana Magnus. “Arcee… if not violence, then…”

“Then love,” Arcana Magnus leapt into the Angolmois sphere, shutting off the Star Saber to let it’s Cutting energies mingle with the Matrix, tearing apart the Angolmois shielding while Unicron attempted to fire full blasts of Hungry Fire with Rodimus’s arms, only to find the flames deflected-

Arcana let the Cutting fall away from her hands that she wrapped around Rodimus’s long pointy helm guard audials and her back, and plucked a kiss on her lips that Rodimus’s spark and module eagerly met, while Arcee exposed her own Matrix to simply shine upon the Matrix of Conquest, not attack it. “I love you, Roddy, dear transformation of my spark.”

I’m sorry, Primus toned through the Matrix to Unicron, all the way from and as the distant Allspark deep in the planet Cybertron. I didn’t mean for you to have to be the arbiter of destruction for so long, but ‘I’m sorry’ won’t fix that. Please- take this time as-

Rodimus put her arms around Arcana, smirking, “well this is just prime,” and smooched back, hands moving to her back stacks, while Impactor quickly ran over to a finger twitching Aileron, and Verity backed off to check on her people, trying to give assurances with words of hope.

Sibling, this is inane. You expect me to stop taking down your grand experiment with exposed spark life because of- sensory realizations and soulful iteration and… family? Unicron harumphed from within the Matrix of Conquest.

Then what are you, if not soulful iteration of someone lost in violence? Is it no surprise you were drawn to Arcee and her brother? You wanted to find a way to be good again. You can see into her, into me, right now. We have no moves to make. Primus-AllSpark hummed chords of song of Light and Dark that made emanations of stars and black holes dance among the onlookers, and stopped the Terrorcons in their tracks. You need rest. I don’t think I get to say I love you, sibling, after all this, but I do get to say- please take care. You can kill my spark, if you like- but it will live on in all of them, in all of you. We have done this dance before and will again. But Arcana convinced me that- violence is never the final answer. It is just a failure of society. And our Omniversal society, myself included, failed you.

Aileron came to slowly in Impactor’s arms, looking up at the splendor of starstuff filling the room and smiling down on her, and within Angolmois sharing tender touches hosting long lost family. “Wha- what did I miss? Did we win?”

“I have no damn idea,” Impactor kissed Aileron’s helm softly and laughed. “But I bet Arcee can tell you.” 

“Let me go see her, then,” Aileron clasped Impactor’s chin, and the latter helped lift her to her feet, the two making their way over to Rodimus and Arcana, with only the Angolmois between them. 

Unicron gazed, gazed upon the Matrix and AllSpark they had craved to consume for so long, and saw the lives that relived time after time in the memories of the sparks that came and went, that formed multitudes and stories, that all shared the conclusion of we are each other, different and alike, we are alone, we are together, infinite variation sparking again and again even when all times end, love remembers .

And Unicron gazed at Arcee’s spark, too, seeing that in all her anguish over the Cybertron’s bouts of reactionary violence and empire that had led to the Decepticons, that in all her loneliness when those cycles devalued all that she was and her only fearful worth to many was her honed capacity to fight, that she never let go of wanting to trust and love, because love is the greatest strength in the universe , because of the love she had gotten and given from time to time, once often, and then often once more a long while after. 

Oh. The Matrix of Conquest dissolved, the last remains of Unicron’s violet anti-spark departing through a golden circle that formed in the ceiling. Will you join me?

I must. For all that I have done wrong. Primus departed from the AllSpark, saying farewells, and passed from the Matrix of Leadership, that remained not from their will, but from the love of an arcane mage for knowledge and teaching, longing to share all it’s wisdom, in peace, when the Great War would hopefully end. Good luck, Arcee, Rodimus, for all time. It was nice knowing you both. Their cyan spark left through the golden circle, which disappeared after.

The Angolmois and miniature stellar apparitions all fell away, the Terrorcons collapsing into corpses that blossomed with blue flowers and shrubs whether organic or metal- and the four Wrecker bots embraced, smiling, apologizing, soothing, kissing.

=”To all remaining Autobots and allies, this is Admiral Marissa Faireborn with EDCS Admiral Screwball! We have made an opening over Nemesis Polity, do any of you read? Do you need extra transport or medical evacs? We are ready to receive or send any transports necessary.”=

=“We read you, Admirals,”= Verity smiled. =“This is Mayor Verity Carlo, I will direct my people and remaining military units to take the shuttles now. We may be leaving Mars, but I trust that Unicron is no longer a problem. We also have a new Prime- maybe an old one again too.” 

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[askarcanamagnus]

hello arcana whats it like working on the solus shield resistance?

Arcana Magnus: ah, that's an interesting story... you see, Solus Prime is my grandmentor. She and Amalgamous alongside Azimuth helped my laborer-teacher mentors Gallium and Feldspar to raise Galvatron and I. Primes where I come from are- not people with direct political power from their title. They are more advisors, who navigate their personal life with the help of the wisdom of a Matrix while taking a role in the collective good as a Prime. Sometimes of course, this does lead to them to become sages, knights errant, archivists, scientists, artists, in a different path than their life before, from the realizations a Matrix comes with... and when there is unfortunate need, war leaders. Solus- deeply cared for the iteration of the cosmos, whether the causality and variability around us or contextual formation and internal creation and imagination we are capable of, from dust to dust, a reflection of a deeper truth of the world. They loved to make things, forging tools for the people to use, teaching people to do so, building some of our first train lines, working on our first FTL engine, and, to her joy- presiding over aesthetic affirmation surgeries. She wasn't a blacksmith, so she couldn't help with initial protoform shaping the way dear Anode can just with hands, but sometimes extra help is needed then or after.

In my case, more than a century after, with her and Minerva's help, working with the parts I forged with tools to bring my own realizations into shape, but I couldn't quite add them to myself.

The Shield of Solus formed in my grandmentor's honor, to lead the defense the AllSpark and the Core of Cybertron as she had against the Functionist coup of our Cybertronian pluralistic democracies, and did again when the Decepticons attempted to strike at the same time Unicronists and Neo-Functionists did. When the Great War reached a point where it was clear it wouldn't end any time soon, she gave up her Matrix, now beared by Elita One- the head of the Shield of Solus, the vanguard command team of the Elite Guard.

It was hard, those millennia when Cybertron was blockaded and besieged by a Decepticon fleet from the Rim. Seeing polities and landscapes we had rebuilt after the Unicron incursion and the Functionist coup thereafter bombarded to rubble again... so many fleeing deep underground for protection from the Core once more... The team I fought alongside made it bearable. Greenlight, one of my dear loves, kept us alive with her hacking and intel skills, as darling Lancer also did as an engineer, and the two are both quite skilled combatants in their own right at range and up close. I often was in the role of a sniper duo with Moonracer, or wading into melee with Chromia, and advising Elita's command of the guerrilla defense of Cybertron while we waited for our galactic alliance to cut through as we tried to drive the Decepticons away. And Firestar dragged me out of the rubble or put out fires on my frame more than once, guarding me until Lifeline or another medic could reach me.

More than anything, the close-knit spirit, the endearing touch and care and friendship, made the three of us who were partners feel at home with them. We had moved to Caminus after the Functionist War, but the events leading up to the Great War brought us and our neighbor Firestar back to Cybertron often, and we were there for a strategy session when the Decepticon armada led by Six Shadow struck. Moonracer, a Velocitronian, was reporting in for defensive Wrecker duties in the Hadean, and Lifeline was a medic on staff for Paradron's delegation in the Autobot Alliance. Elita's flagship battlecruiser was the first ship to be struck, rammed in a surface repair yard by a Decepticon dreadnought, both ships lost in the process, devastating the Hydrax Plateau with a massive detonation from the sheer mass and acceleration, dwarfing any of your nuclear weapons, more akin to crashing a large asteroid into the Earth. I did not see the Hadean sun with my own optics for many years. So-

We gave them all our fury, and each other all our sweetness, and compassion and understanding to all. We fought as Autobots do. We cried, we laughed, we raged, we kept our heads cool most of the time, but it was hard.

The day we led a marine assault on Six Shadow's flagship and took down the Phase Sixer with our thermal weaponry and ununtrium rounds was one of the most relieving of my life, and to embrace Aileron, Grimlock, Galvatron, Windblade, Strongarm, Gauge, and Sideswipe, helped make it all feel real, that we had actually succeeded. By this point, we of the Shield of Solus felt close enough to try using an Engima of Combination to combine together, such was our trust. But that is a story for another time... <3

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[dbssh]

the only dating sim crush ive ever had was this guy but at least hes got body hair

#hes basically like if they made a boy in a lab to target at 16 year old magnus. it worked i was down bad #red.txt #ugly tw #the arcana tw #he was basically like aja but real ykwim

[6-and-7]

Creeptober 28 - Preserved The Hanged One / MAG 094: Dead Woman Walking "There’s no… difference between the present and the future, no other me that will suffer the indignity of death while I live on. It’s all a single moment, and there’s… there’s no difference between that last moment that ushers us out into oblivion and the one we experience now. "

#Creeptober #The Magnus Archives #Georgie Barker #The End #End #MAG 094 #Dead Woman Walking #tarot #Hanged Man #major arcana #tma #tma tarot

[frownatic]

I have tagged a bunch of media I really love and was hoping people could give me recommendations for similar stuff based on them, Thank You!

I know there's a lot of variety

#undertale #the owl house #daycare attendant #fnaf #bnha #helluva boss #hazbin hotel #arcane #the arcana #tsuki odyssey #the magnus archives #ghibli #studio ghibli #i swear when I'm not hyper focusing on something my brain just stops functioning