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sturthepotofmadness · 2 years

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So TFA, but Optimus has the origin of TFP Optimus. Aka, feral boi. (Long post ahead.) (Edit: I should probably mention the original idea gets derailed somewhat quickly… oops.)

We’re ignoring the Academy for the most part, but we need to address Sentinel first, since without Optimus, he would take the blame for Archa Seven.

To address the above point, we’re going to assume the boot camp squad leader thing is some other character, but things still play out as canon. Additionally, Sentinel isn’t part of the SpaceBridge repair crew since there’s Ultra has no reason to be nice to him due to Elita’s “death”. Who knows where he is, he’s just not apart of this plot anymore.

Anyways, the crew is currently Ratchet, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, and Prowl (they picked him up by now) when they get to the SpaceBridge in the orbit of an organic planet with large Energon deposits on it.

Without Optimus, Ratchet’s in charge, so while Bulkhead and Bumblebee start working on the bridge, he sends Prowl to the surface of the planet to see if any pieces of it fell down to it.

Prowl happily accepts (nature lover, remember?) and goes down to see what he can find.

He obverses the nature, notes that the native predators avoid bright colors, finds out yellow is the except due to these pug-sized grasshopper-bull things jumping/ramming into his plating then passing out, but does find a few pieces, then gets distracted by something or someone snagging a piece before he could grab it.

Prowl follows them and corners the creature in a cave, and hey look it’s a feral Optimus! Red and blue plating still sticks out like a sore thumb, but he doesn’t look harmed. Also fangs and claws and big flicky finials. Also also Optimus is smaller than Prowl because eating animal blood isn’t very good for him and he doesn’t know shit about non-processed Energon so avoided it.

Prowl has curiosity, Oppy is angry someone chased him back to his den, and then they both realize “hey wait, you aren’t native here!”

Optimus has that because he realized this other mech looks kind of similar to him, and Prowl because he notices Oppy’s a Cybertronian, not a native creature.

Prowl eventually manages to speak to Optimus in a pre civil war language, Oppy’s speech is kinda choppy because he hasn’t spoken to another bot in a long while, but they do speak. They also get each other’s names, so that’s neat.

Prowl manages to earn Optimus’s trust and Oppy decides to join Prowl.

They find the rest of the pieces, but before they can leave a predator attempts to jump Prowl.

Optimus suddenly transformed into a saber tooth tiger and easily kills the beast, transforms back, then he starts eating it and asks if Prowl wants any. Leave no kill unattended, after all.

Prowl is mostly confused because why is Optimus a saber tooth tiger now??

He doesn’t get an answer, Prowl gets Optimus to leave the kill behind because processed Energon is better, and they finally get back to the others.

Bulkhead and Bumblebee are very excited to meet this wild mech. Optimus has to shove down the instinct to kill/eat Bumblebee because yellow. He mostly stays away from Bulkhead because said mech is much bigger than him and is also way too smart for his own good (in Optimus’s words).

Ratchet is concern because this mech is undernourished and why is he a saber tooth tiger?? Optimus thinks he remembers Ratchet from somewhere, but doesn’t know where, so he mostly ignores Ratchet.

Optimus keeps getting confused on why the others are confused on the topic of his alt-mode.

While Ratchet is scanning Optimus, they find that his t-cog is damaged and somehow glitched into scanning DNA instead of vehicles. Weird, but explains why he’s a saber tooth tiger now. (Blackarachnia, if she finds out, would be shocked and angry because why is she a techno-organic and Optimus isn’t?)

They argue what to do with Optimus since he clearly knows nothing about Decepticons and Autobots and current history, but decide to keep Optimus with them and not tell anyone. After all, they don’t want the science wing’s grubby servos on him.

They finish the bridge, Prowl is teaching Optimus with the help of Ratchet, they move on, repairing SpaceBridges and keeping Optimus out of sight.

While traveling, Optimus stays with Prowl. He sees Bulkhead as a predator, Bee as prey, Ratchet as healer, and Prowl as friend. :)

The crew keeps running into random shit that jostles them way too often and the crew becomes known for accidentally getting into random shit all the time.

During these random events or between random events Bee and Bulk keep finding ways to trap Prowl and Optimus together in awkward situations. Prowl refuses to acknowledge it, Optimus is just confused.

Over time, Optimus stops seeing Bee as prey and Bulkhead as predator. Once he does, he’ll slowly begin to realize they’ve been playing match maker between him and Prowl.

They get together in secret, then promptly embarrass Bee and Bulk by taking full advantage of whatever trap the two pulled that time. They stop after that because Ratchet found it hilarious.

Then the AllSpark happened.

And that’s all I really have so far. Feel free to steal or whatever, but this is now accidentally ProwlOP and I’m not ashamed of it. We need more ProwlOP content, anyways.

#transformers animated #tfa #tfa prowl #tfa optimus prime #tfa ratchet #tfa bumblebee #tfa bulkhead #ProwlOP #Optimus x prowl #prowl x Optimus #transformers au #transformers animated au #let Optimus be feral #AU idea #blood is like Energon #oil acts like Energon so blood also acts like Energon #you can pry that headcanon for TFA from my cold dead hands

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masschase · 8 months

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"I didn't ask, Zach." "No, but you need one." "Says who?" "Says your face, love."

This started as a quick doodle bc I didn't have the energy for a comic I wanted to do with them but I just kind of kept going and then regretted not putting more work into the initial sketch. I don't like how their faces came out to the point I liquified the fuck out of them several times to try to fix them but ANYWAY.

This is my Boss, Casey and @zoo-the-saint's boss Zoo in the Double Boss AU. This is them in their ANGERY bebes phase (SR2) and I would imagine it's probably after killing Julius. Although some decisions are split throughout the games, it's only fitting they do this together with the way Jules deliberately tried to pit them against each other from the start.

This AU is something I have... SO much backstory for to be honest but I never know how much people want to hear. I wanted to write a world for the triad of Zoo x Matt x Casey to eventually exist but that left me with a good 15 years (half of their fucking lives!) of friendship between these two before that even coming to fruition, and they have an interesting dynamic in their own right.

I like to think Cass bought Zoo the custom lighter because she's always bumming his cigarettes. I cannot stress more that the girl has never bought a pack in her life.

Anyway this is more than I meant to write but obviously I'm always happy to answer questions about my AUs. 😊

#if one (1) person other than me and matty shows interest in the lore post i will drop at least part of it haha #ngl zoo's name lends itself so well to puns... a cazoodle from the cazoomiverse #i ship them in their own right it's just getting these two to admit romantic feelings is always gonna be like squeezing blood from a stone #they are like oil and vinegar. like you are right next to each other my dudes. matt comes along and shakes them up like a salad dressing :3 #idk if casey's hair is all over purple or dip dye in sr2 anymore... i'll decide at some point #cazoomiverse: double boss au #(guess that's my tag for that now)#sr boss: casey clark #sr boss: zachary “zoo” denver #saints row 2 #saints row #stuff i drew

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blaster-fagot · 2 months

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Blood and oil my spg AU

TW IG ? Kind of inspired by

@ ask-the-becile-boys

Becile and Peter was once great friends but that was before they met delilah.

They both instantly fell in love with her . both tried to win her over with grand gestures As a last ditch attempt Peter made her 4 robots (spine rabbit jon and upgrade) she really seemed to like them

And thats when someone inside becile..snapped

In a fit of rage he started what would become the weekend war .a war that not only killed Peter but his sweet delilah too..

After that he powered them off and dedicated a huge chunk of his life to bring back his sweet Delilah but it didn't go exactly as planned

He was successful at bringing her back but she was always ...different not the delilah he knew no no ..this was a monster that took the form of delilah..

After countless attempts at bringing her back he gave up .he was now the shell of his former self

So without any other way to cope he decided to take his pain out on the bots

Luckily for the spine he escaped befor he was edited but he did he made a promise to them that he will save them

He changed the bots base coding to make them more brash more mean ...

No one knows what happened to the jon some say he escaped with spine some say he was melted down for scrapes

The end :3 if anyone shows interest in this i mayyyy make it into a fanfic/post about it more who knows ^^

#blood and oil spg #spg the spine #spgiraffe #spg fanart #rabbit spg #spg #the jon spg #the spine steam powered giraffe #my au #steam powered giraffe

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pk-anxietychild · 1 year

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The Superior One

The Commander trained with a lot of robots... Most were not so lucky

(*smiles in mischievous backstory writing)

#reminder that hes part robot so the oil splatter has more meaning behind it 🥳#its not blood but... its not any better #i kept forgetting to put these here fhakahka #mother 3 broken mind #mother 3 broken mind au #mother 3 commander lucas #mother 3 lucas #mother 3 fanart #mother 3 au #mother 3 #pk anxietychild art

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radioactivepeasant · 2 years

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Fic Prompts: Free Day Thursday

Returning once again to the Demolition Trio au, jumping a few minutes into the final boss battle. Whether or not I add the lead-up to this moment when I eventually cross-post this to AO3 will depend entirely on whether I can decide how to write an entire raiding party's worth of fighters. Might have to go back to dnd rolls like we did in the Violence in the Library days.

Previous Parts: 0, 1-2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Jak was tiring. He fought with all the ferocity he carried into the Arena, but Damas could see the slight tremble in his arms. He hoped that Kor hadn't noticed yet.

For now, enough dark eco coursed through his son's veins to nullify the majority of the hits he was taking -- blows that would likely have bisected an average human. But his reserves of dark eco couldn't last forever, and Kor knew it as well as they did.

He was just waiting Jak out.

Damas gritted his teeth and checked the Peacemaker.

Nearly charged -- but could he risk firing with Jak so close? The dark eco blast could potentially power him up, but it was more likely to half kill him.

Steady. Find your target.

The rat -- the boy, rather -- scrambled up his back to perch on his shoulder, trembling with a combination of nerves and exhaustion.

"I'm outta grenades, kingy," Daxter squeaked. "And your buddies aren't through the nest yet! Is that thing ready?! Jak's flaggin!"

"Can he handle an indirect hit from a Peacemaker?" asked Damas tersely.

"Absolutely not!" Daxter cried, sounding outraged. Little claws dug into his shoulder to punctuate his indignation.

"Then no, it's not ready. The blast radius will be too wide if I fire now."

Damas tensed, eyes tracking his son's movements.

"Can you hold the gun steady on your own?"

The ottsel slipped down off of his shoulder and chewed his lip. "I uh, y- yeah! I can do that!"

He didn't sound as sure of himself as he usually did. But Damas couldn't afford to wait. He propped the Peacemaker up on the rubble and crouched to aim. With his free hand, he dragged Daxter close.

"You keep those crosshairs on the center of mass. You don't nudge the gun. You don't jiggle the gun. You don't breathe on the gun. If the aim goes off even a little, it will kill us. When the charge is finished, you holler, and shoot before Kor has a chance to react. Understand?"

Daxter's eyes were wide as saucers. "S- sure! No pressure..."

Damas wasted no more time. Jak's morph gun lay forgotten between the carcasses of four Metalheads that had made a futile attempt to hinder him. Damas snatched it up and set it to Vulcan.

"Jak! Move his head!" He ordered.

There was a wound there under the chin, a lucky hit Jak had managed early in the fight.

"Forget the skull gem, focus on the weakened parts!"

Jak clung to Kor's head with the tenacity of a Dust Demon viper. He snarled and buried his claws deep into the exposed wire and tissue of the Metalhead leader's crest as Kor tried to shake him off. It wasn't going to be that easy.

"Go back!" Jak growled, sparing a fraction of a second to look down at Damas.

"Not without you." Damas's tone brooked no argument, but Jak still made an effort.

"You can't leave Mar! Get out while you can!"

Kor laughed: a harsh, ugly sound that threatened to rattle the stones. "Yes, run, little king. Just like you did before!"

He scuttled towards Damas, reaching down.

"Run run, so I can experience the joy of catching you like I did the last time we were here. Oh! How you both screamed when I tore your limbs off in front of your son! I'm looking forward to hearing those screams again."

"Counteroffer: I walk out of here with my son and you die screaming!" Damas shot back, and unloaded a full Vulcan clip into the small wound under Kor's chin.

It was lucky that the pain kept Kor focused on the king in that moment, because that was the moment Jak finally lost his hold on the dark eco. For an instant, Damas was looking into vivid blue eyes, the very same shade as Mar's. Jak stared at him in naked shock, and the tiniest spark of hope, for no more than a heartbeat, but it felt to him like it must have been minutes long.

He knows! A tightness in Damas's chest began to unwind at last. Or at least he suspects...

Damas met his eyes and nodded, barely noticeably, in an upward direction. A trickle of relief eased the muscles in his jaw when Jak nodded back. The boy steeled himself, then brought both fists down on Kor's skull gem with an audible crack. With a howl of rage and pain, Kor threw his head back to dislodge his attacker, leaving his neck open.

Jak hit the wall with a sickening thud and slid to the cave floor.

Damas felt his heart stutter in his chest.

Jak-!

"Jak!" Daxter echoed the king’s internal cry with a tinge of panic in his high-pitched voice.

"H- Hang on, buddy! I got you!"

Kor began to shift his considerable bulk to find Jak before the boy could recover. Damas couldn't let that happen. He opened fire on the dripping wound at Kor's throat and shouted hoarsely over his shoulder, "Shoot him! Now!"

"Are- are you c- clear?!" the ottsel sputtered.

"Now!"

Thankfully, the ottsel didn't ask twice. The concentrated fire of the Vulcan and the Peacemaker slammed into the metalhead's throat with the combined power of plasma bolts and blue and dark eco. Kor collapsed with a scream that left their ears ringing. He writhed in pain across the floor, shaking the walls and painting the stone with thick black blood.

Damas took the opportunity to run to Jak, who still lay slumped against the wall. Heart in his throat, he lay two fingers against Jak’s neck, searching for a pulse.

There.

His shoulders dropped as the trickle of relief became a flood.

He's alive-!

"Jak?" Damas shook his son's shoulder as gently as he could manage. "Can you hear me?"

Considering Kor's howls, he wasn't so sure Jak could.

Jak furrowed his brow in pain, and forced his eyes open a fraction. Damas let go to sign so that he didn't have to shout to be heard.

"Can you stand?"

The boy blinked to clear his vision and, after a moment’s delay, forced his arm up to grip the wall behind him. Breath hissed between his teeth as he dragged himself upright. Damas caught his elbow to steady him.

"Easy, easy."

He was out of medpacks. It was risky, but there were few options left to him. Transferring eco from one person to another without an external source to draw from was inefficient at best and downright dangerous without a knowledge of channeling. Regardless, Damas reached within for the last traces of the light eco he'd absorbed before leaving the monastery.

Echoes of gunfire, at last, began to establish themselves over Kor's roaring as Damas pressed his hands to Jak’s temples and willed the light eco into his body. The raiding party was finally catching up. This would be his only opportunity to heal Jak without immediately becoming a target.

As Jak’s eyes cleared, they widened. He knew what Damas was doing. He could feel the eco flowing, righting the worst of the damage. But he didn’t understand how it was happening. He wasn't stealing eco from the man, drawing on his reserves like he'd done in prison to survive No, this eco was being pushed into him. Was his- was Mar's father a sage?

He's your father, he said so, said so, said so-

echoed around his aching skull. But what if it had been a slip of the tongue? Kor couldn't have been telling the truth! He couldn't have witnessed this battle before!

"Just a little longer, son," Damas broke in over his disjointed thoughts, "We've almost got him. One more push, okay? We can do this."

He tightened his fingers against the sides of Jak's head for an instant, and gave him a wavering smile.

"It's alright. I'm sorry I didn't bring it up before, Jak. I'd wanted to wait until you...you trusted me. We'll talk about it when we get home, alright? Mar is waiting for us."

Until he trusted him?

Had Damas known what Kor was talking about?

In the midst of the chaos, as the rest of the raiding party finally broke through, Jak steeled his nerves and wondered why asking a simple question scared him more than fighting Kor.

"Is it true, what he said?" he rasped, "Did you -- a...another you -- die putting me in the portal?"

Damas stepped back and handed Jak the morph gun. "Well. I think I- he- must've," he grunted, looking a little uncomfortable, "or I wouldn't have the two of you now."

He cleared his throat and scanned the rubble for his own weapon. "Come on, then. Let's end this, once and for all."

Jak's head was spinning, and it had nothing to do with the impact of hitting the nest wall.

Damas wasn't denying what Kor had said. Which meant-

Which means I...used to be Mar. Or...or another version of Mar. And Kor...killed my father and followed me through the Rift Gate. I brought him to this world. This is my fault!

He had to fix this. For the Damas he'd never had the chance to know. For Vin, for Sig, for everyone who had been lost over the centuries to metalheads from the moment Samos got him to open that stupid, stupid Rift Gate.

"...Yeah," Jak said hoarsely, and chambered a Vulcan round. "Let's finish this."

#demolition trio au #fic prompts #writing prompts #jak and daxter au #jnd #jak and daxter #jnd damas #dadmas #king damas #jak 2 renegade #kor #metalheads #tw violence #and monster blood but im legitimately unsure if its actually blood #do metalheads have blood or is it just dark eco and oil or something???#jak should've worn a crash helmet for like half of that game i swear

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