cypher and chamber hcs cause i said so
-they got into a big fight over the world cup Morocco vs France game and the entire protocol was on edge because of their tension
-they play chess together and chamber always loses because he gets cocky
- if they gamble together he also comes up short
-both love classical music and listen together
-tbh they both read philosophy, but chamber does it in the pretentious white male way (Camus) and insists only french writers are better and cypher, being an actual nerd, gets heated every time
-i think they'd keep their relationship a secret and i also think after they stated dating chamber became much less of a flirty confident asshole and just a confident asshole
- cat people
-family talks with KJ about tech
-chamber likes giving cypher things and cypher is one of those mfs who can't react normally when they get gifts
-both spend time discussing things about their peers they notice because they are both freaky
-matching bracelets for each other :3
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In the Cyber!Earth au, what happened to the kids? idk if this au can overlap with the other-kids to other-sparkling au, but I assume they are currently with their guardians. Will they reunite with their families? What is the difference between a dragon and a Dragon? June is a fae? She gives me Queen Titania vibes, a lot actually, cause her influence seems like a bit too much for a regular fae (or whatever she is). These aus are fire, please keep this series (it needs to be made into fanfic)
(I’m getting fond of this Cyber!Earth AU, so I’m thinking to explore the Darbys being the direct descendants of Megatronus Prime that Fell to younger, hungrier Earth.)
Oh, yes, the Fallen would have been snatched up by Earth. Megatronus Prime, the dark shadow to Prima, the Undefeated, the very Prime closest to Unicron’s own nature by Primus’ own decree. Earth/Gaea would have been very interested in such a being.
Earth was born of Unicron’s own frame. Like calls to Like. So, of course, it catches the Fallen star with its inescapable grip, madness and grief and power echo in that metal frame.
Of course, it will claim because-
Cyclical and cycles. It, them, and everyone. All interconnected; separate and whole. It calls and calls and calls-
In a far younger Earth, Megatronus cleaves his way across the terrain as he’s unable to escape the atmosphere. No; Gaea is Unicron is Primus. It refuses to allow the Prime, its own Primordial, to leave. Gaea will keep this one; this bright soul that burns like itself and its creator/twin/reflection.
The world is a pitiless being. Beyond mortal comprehension and morals. It is curious and acquisitive. It will provide and break its inhabitants.
It sings a lullaby of Chaos and Conflict; breathing life into extreme environments to watch them struggle. Thrive or die. Only those that adapt shall be able to survive and flourish. Crooning over the newest creations that spring forth. Humming at those that triumphed.
Its bounty does not come without costs. Adaptability is its demand. Earth’s immense biodiversity and resources come with the very sediment, oceans, and atmosphere being tempestuous and violent.
From the results of catastrophic destruction springs forth more nutrients and riches and the possibility of reshaping the environment.
June, like many of the humans that were converted, is “sleeping.” In her dreams, reality and imagination have blended. Her days go on and on and in her dreams and nightmares, she’s hunting under the moonlight and tastes the spicy thrum of prey.
She didn’t grow up with her parents. June can't even remember what they look or sound like. She went under her grandmother’s care…
She hasn’t thought of that home in years. They haven’t been in each other’s presence for a long time... Just calls and thoughtful gifts over the years seem to be the extent of their once close relationship.
June had forgotten many things. She will remember…
Others had stepped forward to claim their lost brethren and kin. Hush, little dreamers, one day you shall awaken < but do you wish to? >
Many will never wake up. Stepping into a new life easily with the wisps of their old flesh set deep inside. Much like a whale that swims but dreams of walking upon the land.
Some do wake up. In increments. In persistence. Following the tug of bonds even with suppressed memories. (In the once Pacific ocean, Miko’s parents are hunting for their wayward daughter. Her mother descended from the sea and it called her back. Miko’s father is a tenacious soul; where they go so shall he…)
Some wish they never had, and in the emptiness of their hearts something calls and it breaks them… Justice. Vengeance. It matters not what happens, only that they are able to eradicate the ones that razed their world.
Agent Fowler is one of the very, very few who wakes up immediately. Not only does he needs to come to terms with a place that is not home, but he also needs to figure out his newfound body and how to get into touch with anyone else that has their head on straight.
The kids are sparklings: chirping, wailing forms, and unable to speak in proper words. June is some sort of predator trace; snapping and snarling and howling in the woods.
Chickadee is his damn lifeline because the half-fae with the bone mask and the wide, sharp smile is the only one that actually speaks English and knows how to cook whatever June drags back to the camp.
He’s leery of Chickadee, the always smiling similarly metal man. Not Cybertronian. Something isn’t registering as distinctly Cybertronian. The way he hums in a dual overlay scratches the edges of Fowler’s mind. The way he walks, far too fluid for machinery, the robes seem to glide across the ground. The way he speaks: so lyrical and off-putting at times. Knows far too much of the Darbys to be a mere stranger…
Agent Fowler doesn’t know who though? When the kids became a constant presence, they and their families were vetted. Who is this man? How did they miss him?
Some dragons are born. Long-lived as people of fire and air. Destructive yet wise. The older ones tend to be far more merciful for they had lived to a point to be able to afford it. But others are chosen. Pilar is one such mortal. She was born in the desert. She died in one as well. Elsewhere.
There are reasons why many human cultures have many brutal superstitions about the dead and the condemned. Demons. Witches. Spirits. Undead.
There are reasons why humanity was once loved and feared by Others.
Such Dragons are holy symbols. Something between monster and god-kin. Such chosen individuals had given everything to the pyre and then resurrected by the Sun's flames.
Even the Courts will bow to the might of a Dragon for the Moon is the reflection of the Sun.
Such sublime mortals are fiercely coveted for they are pillars of conviction and faith. To hold a Dragon's Allegiance is beyond anything. The power of the Sun, willingly given and willingly taken, embedded in a mortal soul.
Zealous. Vehement. Relentless.
They are the greatest defenders of their chosen liege lord, but such sovereigns are held to the high standard of the Aspect they take.
Dragons demand the same level of dedication and devotion to the Cause.
To break faith with such a fervent being with such a ferocious soul is certain death.
< Sacrifice and salvation. A curse and a blessing rolled together. To take one is to have a volcano at your neck, an inferno dogging your steps, the wrath of the stars judging everything you shall do… >
< They are living acts of theurgy. Embodiments of the mortal and divine. Who are you to deny the work of the gods? Who are you to demand retribution when you destroyed your own and attempted to cleanse ours? >
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