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I wanna have a word with June Darby and Dot Malto.

I couldn't left Cliffjumper behind. He suffered enough. And him and Arcee were very funny, wish we'd see them more.

Super decepticon practice dump.

And humans. Not fond of how adults came out.

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look at this. look at it!!

this is not mine but uuuuh go read it

yes

“June?” Optimus asked in an uncharacteristically small voice. She turned to him. Base was empty and she had merely dropped by to pick up a textbook Jack had left behind. He was at work, Miko was on patrol with Bulkhead for the evening, and Raf was at a family function. She had gotten out of a meeting with Bill earlier on, but he took the back way out. Ratchet seemed to have retired for the night and the other autobots were no where to be seen.

Optimus himself was doing some monitor work. He was decoding the Iacon Database, or at least that’s what he had claimed when June inquired upon arriving. He had been at it every time she had been to base since his return from the Nemesis. The large mech shifted, turning around and walking over the the catwalk. He rested the ends of his digits around the railing of the cat walk. “I was wanting to ask you a question. I had spoken to Jack earlier on… he encouraged me to turn to you. Please tell me if I am over-stepping, but I was curious about a human concept. I have heard bits and pieces of it from Agent Fowler, but it seems to be a sore spot with him… Could you tell me about divorce?”

She blinked slowly in surprise, staring up at the Prime. The look in his optics were a little surreal. They shifted back and forth, cycling softly on her form. Apprehension. She gave him a small smile. She didn’t mind.

“Oh, well… it’s a very straightforward concept. It is the end of a marriage,” she replied. “Human get married when they love each other, but if they stop loving each other for some reason, then they get divorced.”

He glanced downwards. “Is it commonplace on this planet? For such a deep relationship to fail?” He asked, his voice quiet and almost meek. She sat down on the couch, the textbook could wait.

“Well, yes. The rate of divorce in the United States is falling, but right now, one in every two marriages end in divorce. I assume you wanted to ask me because you heard about Jack’s dad?” She asked softly, crossing her leg over her knee and leaning back.

He gave a small hum of confirmation, his expression going a little unreadable. “We share many similarities, as a species but also many differences. The concept of such a thing is foreign in my culture,” he said softly. “Why did your divorce happen?”

June sighed softly. “We wanted different things. I went to school to become a nurse, and he majored in business. We didn’t communicate very well. We were young, dumb, and in love and we got married too soon. Neither of us saw the warning signs because love blinds you. I had Jack right after I graduated college, he supported us the best he could,” she shook her head, the memories filling her with melancholy. “We started fighting. He was always too tired to help me care for Jack because he was trying to start a business, he wanted me to stay home with him too, and he was always out with his friends on the weekends. I wanted to go back to work and for him to help me be a parent. We stopped being intimate with each other, stopped listening to each other, and eventually- I couldn’t truthfully say that I loved him anymore, so we filed for divorced when Jack was about 6 years old.” She turned her eyes back to the mech that stood over her. His optics cycled again, a small frown weighing his expression down.

“That sounds so very painful…I’m sorry that happened,” he murmured sadly.

“Well, yeah…” June chuckled softly. “But it was really for the best. Sometimes, things just don’t work out the way you want them to… but you gotta make do sometimes. It’s what it is to be human,” the nurse hummed softly.

“Do you ever regret it because of the… collateral damage?” He asked softly.

“Sometimes, but I know it was better this way,” she replied with a small shrug. “I wasn’t happy, and our disagreements were harmful to Jack. I wish he had a father figure and yes, the idea of finding love again is laughable to me now, but I’ve made my peace with it... Jack was raised well and he’s 17, he’ll be off on his own soon to go to college. Sure, the initial situation was very painful. It was difficult, having full custody of Jack and trying to pay for everything, but eventually we adjusted. Child support came in. Maybe the empty nest will push me to meet someone and find love again, but I’m content either way,” she replied. “The collateral damage can be healed.”

The mech hummed again as an acknowledgement. “Love is very highly valued in my culture. My life, as it stands right now is longer than most of your written history as a civilization. Courtship was common, but it was taken very seriously.” He furrowed his brow as his frown deepened. “Of course, human marriage is a ceremony that is symbolic and unites you in the eyes of the law so you may form a family unit one day. It is not so simple for us…”

“I was always curious what that would be like on your planet,” she mused, encouraging him to continue.

He glanced over at her. “It is called a spark bond. It is a sacred bond between a Conjux or Amica Endurae. It is a very intimate and very permanent ritual. When we find someone that we wish to share our life with either romantically or platonically, we merge our sparks together to forge a link between them. It causes us to experience the other’s thoughts, emotions, and sensations like pain and pleasure at all times. With practice, you learn to how to control what slips through the bond, and how to mute it so it is not distracting, but it is always there and always will be.”

June frowned, “that sounds beautiful, but what happens if you fall out of love? What happens if you choose the wrong person to bond with?” She asked him, softly. He shook his helm.

“The only way to undo a bond is to break it. There are only a few ways. It involves grave injury or death itself. If your conjux is harmed, often fatally, then the bond becomes weak and it can snap when a spark flickers or gutters. It is like when a human patient flatlines. If your conjux dies, every part of their spark dissipates into the electromagnetic field of whatever is near upon their demise. Every part, including the piece they left behind in whoever’s spark they merged with. This shatters the link they made.” He paused looking down at June. He hesitated in continuing, but June gave him a small smile of encouragement. “There is one more way. It is the rarest and there are a mere handful of cases of a bond being severed by the sheer force. Emotion is directly tied to how our sparks fluctuate. Love is a very fiery and intense emotion. It makes a spark literally burn hotter. When you bond like this, two sparks burning at their hottest makes a very strong bond. The link is like two metal chain links however… emotions like despotic anger, betrayal, jealousy, and disgust can make a spark burn just as hot or hotter than love if you harbor enough of it. Sometimes, if the circumstances are correct, you can have a wave of these emotion that are big and strong enough to get the temperature high enough. And if you direct that kind of intense, fiery emotion into that link? It’s just like putting it back in a forge. If you follow that kind of passionate heat with icy emotions like hatred, contempt, and disownment… those kinds of extremes are enough to shatter a bond.

“No matter how it happens, a severed bond leaves the other in excruciating physical agony along with the emotional turmoil and grief caused by whatever circumstance lead them there. Often, the amount of pain leads to the other spark half extinguishing itself. If you survive the bond snapping, then it turns to a battle will, for a healing spark is a fragile one. If you lose the will to live in your grief for too long, then your spark can go out and you die. If you manage to heal your broken spark, then it leaves you weaker and with a physical part of your spark missing as a scar. You’re very lifeforce is diminished, and it leaves you with life long health problems such as a diminished self-repair system, chronic fatigue, depression, and chronic phantom spark pain…” He trailed off, a servo drifting to his chest and pressing over the armor that covered his chamber. His optics cycled restlessly as he stared off into space. “To answer your question, June, you make sure this person is the right one. You wait until you are certain. But if you truly fall out of romantic interest with your bonded, then you becomes Amicas. Platonic mates. You figure it out, you go to therapy, you give each other space, you pay attention to what you each need and you find a way.

“Our species also does not have many of the issues that lead to divorce on Earth. Infidelity, dissatisfaction, and lack of intimacy is not typically an issue because we are not truly a monogamous society. It is socially acceptable to find romantic interest in more than one person, weather it be another simply caught your interest, or if you found intimacy to be lacking. If you are not meant to be then or if a lack of commitment bothers you, courting rituals fail, and you move on. If you find a rise in conflict, there was a way to understand each other without you ever having to say anything because your bond gives you a direct line into what your partner is feeling and thinking, unfiltered. Domestic violence? You hit your conjux, and it’s just like hitting yourself just as hard. That’s why it wasn’t common.”

June nodded slowly, still staring in awe. It was almost unfathomable to her. It really took ‘death do us part’ to an entire new level. She watched him carefully, noticing him rub the front of his chest softly. “So…did something happen while you were being held prisoner…?” She asked gently.

He paused, going entirely too still while his optics shifted to look her in the eyes. His shoulders dipped silently. “I’m not entirely sure…” he whispered, his optics focusing on the ground again. The small creases in the soft metal that made up his face deepened. It sent a sympathy rolling through June. He looked so remorseful.

“Do… you want to talk about it?” She asked shifting her position slightly, grabbing a throw pillow and setting it on her lap as she drew her legs closer to her, folding them under her and leaning on the arm of the sofa. “Because I’ve got time.”

He hummed faintly not looking up.

“Start wherever you want to,” June replied, holding the pillow closer and running her fingers through the soft and smooth fabric. “I’ve put together that you’ve gone through something like that… who was it?”

He hesitated. She knew he wanted to turn away, to not answer, but he stayed where he was. “The mech I started a war with...”

June did her best to not appear shocked. She must have failed because he gave a small chuckle. “I know, it must be surprising to you. He appears to be a monster on the surface. It must be a stark difference. It’s hard for people to remember he wasn’t always Megatron. He used to be Megatronus, and make no mistake, they were very different people,” he murmured a gentle smile spreading a crossing his face. “He used to be passionate and nostalgic. He was inspiring and motivated. Driven to do anything he put his mind to. He was intelligent, and… gentle… and he had this way with words. He wrote the most beautiful poetry for me…”

June chuckled softly. “Poetry… that’s sweet,” she murmured. “…what happened to end it?”

His smile fell slowly as he continued in a whisper, his expression softening for a moment before his face fell back into melancholy. “Looking back he was angrier in those days…I was the final straw when I spoke over him at the Senate and betrayed him by accepting the Matrix of Leadership. That was the first time he had ever hit me. I was too sparkbroken to defend myself. He was shouting at me, and then the pain washed over me and I woke up days later in a hospital… I reached out for him but all I found was cold emptiness…” he murmured. “June… which one do you mourn for more..? What you lost or what you caused by being discontent?”

June hummed faintly. “It took time, but now? Neither. I don’t regret either of them. What about you?” She asked softly. “Do you regret voicing your grievances because of who you lost, or what voicing those grievances caused?”

Optimus thought about it, exventing softly. “I was always aware it wasn’t my fault, but I still use to regret it. I used regret that entire day. Sometimes I would think about what could have been if it had been different. All of the things I would’ve had if I had done something different… A loving conjux, a home, a career… maybe even a child…” he sighed, cycling his optics again.

“You’re right it isn’t your fault,” June replied softly. “Something tells me that you could have done a million different things, but he still would have taken you for granted. I’m sorry that happened to you…” she replied. “But if you only used to regret it, what about now?”

He sighed, leaning on the catwalk lightly, bringing a hand to his audio, scratching behind it as he thought. “After he’s shown me first hand what he would have done had he gotten to start over…? Now he just makes me angry…” he said softly. “I don’t know another cybertronian who’s gone through anything like this… How long am I allowed to stay angry…?” He asked his voice wavering faintly.

June bit her lip, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “As long as you want… just remember that being angry doesn’t change anything and that you have people who are here for you. Think you can do that?”

Optimus slowly nodded. “I believe I can, yes… one more thing June?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you…”

“You’re most welcome.”

OH MY GOD FINALLY

I NEED MORE MEGATRON AND HUMAN CHILDREN FROM TFP

i really like thinking about their relationship. let's just admit that if megatron had discovered HOW useful these kids were to the autobots, he wouldn't have hesitated to have his own humans (No Silas, go away) or kidnap ours. Just imagine the face of this bucket if he found out that Jack(!) destroyed Arachnid's(!) ship and almost killed(!) her(!). Or how easily Raf copes with Cybertron technology and I'm not even talking about Miko.

And if their relationship with Miko is quite simple, but no less funny, then with Jack it would be more difficult. Especially from Megatron's side.

I can't shake the thought that in one of the episodes they said that Jack similar to Orion Pax. And Megatron sees it too, maybe even more than everyone else and he doesn't know what to do about it, so he just chooses not to interact with Jack as much as the other two, but that doesn't mean he doesn't watch Jack. Sometimes Jack starts talking like Orion Pax and Megatron is a hard trigger. This relationship is very difficult to describe, the past already haunts Megatron very often, and now a second Orion Pax has appeared on the horizon. Sometimes, watching the children interact, he sees the past in them. Miko is Megatronus. Raph is Soundwave. Jack is Orion.

Jack is simply afraid of him and doesn’t trust Megs. But he really tries. Sometimes when he and Megatron are alone they can talk about something philosophical, though then they may not talk for months, because each such conversation is an emotional destruction for both.

With Raf, they have something in between. It's definitely not as easy as with Miko, but not as hard as with Jack. As I said, Raph has some of Soundwave's traits. He's just as quiet and also good with technology. Megatron doesn't admit it, but he enjoys Raph's company. Raph asks a lot of questions, and Megatron seems reluctant to answer. Megatron finds Raph's curiosity very amusing. (I'll just close my eyes that Megs almost killed Raph with dark energon, in my world that didn't happen)

But seriously, if we talk about the events after the series where everything ended peacefully and Optimus did not die, and they all remained on Earth, then Raph would at first simply be afraid of Megatron and would avoid meeting him. But over time, he would overcome this and they would begin to get closer, sometimes talking about science and history.

In June Darby, Megatron sees a kind of mix between Ratchet and Alpha Trion, but a little more cheerful.

Agent Fowler just irritates him.

And Silas...well...nobody likes Silas....

Anyway, I want more fanfics about them, among all the platforms I found only a pitiful couple of works...

I love the idea of Megatron and Miko being frenemies!

To my knowledge she's the only human to have killed a transformer in this series. (Megatron's horrified but impressed look was amazing lmao) From what I have seen she's also done some other pretty impressive things.

I read those fics where Megatron and Miko got stuck in a cave-in together and I love them so much! I need more stuff written about them getting along.

Do Cybertronians medics have those writings like humans doctors though.

June is me. (I gave up on colouring the last two panels) (the chokehold this ship had on me when I was younger as well as June and Ratchet)

Random TFP headcanons Part 1 (mostly humans)

Raf is deaf in one ear and has a cochlear implant

Jack is transmasc

Miko is ADHD

Raf is Autistic

Miko at one point tried to cut her own hair

Needless to say, it did not turn out well

Jack has a genetic mutation that causes naturally sharper canines

Yes, several vampire jokes were made about this

Raf has dirt on EVERYBODY at school, and is not afraid to use it

Along with the guitar, Miko is pretty good on a drum set

Jack is frequently called emo

Miko used to bite kids in kindergarten

Raf has skipped several grades and is currently a sophomore in duel enrollment

Jack's parents had split custody until Jack's dad just didn't come to pick him up and stopped paying child support

June tried to track down her ex-husband, but to no evail

The kids see Optimus as a father figure, and he is not going to tell them otherwise

Bumblebee is Ratchet and Optimus's unofficially adopted son

Raf will behave like a creature from the pits of the underworld if he feels safe

June walked into the main room to find Ratchet staring at various humam anatomy diagrams displayed through the monitors.

Bones, muscles, nerves, etc.

All of them focused sorely on the arms, wrists, and hands.

"Doing some human research, Ratchet?"

The autobot hums in affirmation.

"I believe Rafael's arms to be damaged. I'm researching possible treatment."

"What!? Raf is hurt?! What happened? Where is he?"

"Relax, he's not injured, just damaged. I suspect it is either an old injury acting up or poorly maintenance."

"He shouldn't have any old injury like that, I believe. Is he in pain?"

"No to my knowledge. But I've seen him manually recalibrate his servos way too often for it to be healthy."

June blinks, confused.

"Recalibrate his servos?"

Ratchet scoffs. "You know, when he," Ratchet holds his hands in front of his body, and after a slight pause, he flaps them in a quick (and loud) motion "does this. If Rafael was a bot, the only reason to do that would be to loosen up rusted joints and recalibrate his motors. It's not a particularly bad habit, but Rafael does it multiple times a day. His joints, human or not, should NOT de-align so fast. Something is clearly wrong, so -"

"Ratchet." June interrupted, sounding relieved.

"Raf's arms aren't damaged. He's just stimming."

Ratchet resets his optics, baffled. "What's stimming?"

Later that night, Ratchet finds himself working side to side with Optimus on the main console.

"I learned something new about humans today."

"Oh?" Optimus intoned, optics still focusing on his work, but voicing his curiosity.

"You know that thing Bee does, where his doorwings will flap in place when he comes back from a mission to find Rafael in the base? Or how Smokescreen's wheels start spinning when Ultra Magnus makes him stay in place too long for a lecture?"

The way your headlights would start blinking in sync with your voice, as you excitedly explained to me a new document you found in the archives, before you trained yourself out of it, because it was unsightful of a Prime.

"Turns out humans have a word for it. They call it stimming."

Optimus eyes brighten with interest. And as he starts babling theories about possible evolutionary needs for this stimming (a release of excess energy caused by low activity? or perhaps a smaller body than usual, or maybe it had nothing to do with energy and was instead a way to signal other nearby humans about their emotional state?) Ratchet couldn't help but steal a glance towards the Prime's headlights.

He couldn't help but feel disappointed to see them completely dark all through his tirade.

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@quetzalpapalotl dunno if you recall but i made a lil post talking about this, that you liked, and i turned it into this lil thing!

(Btw, i hope its okay to keep @ u when i write this lil things that i think youd like? I dont wanna come off as spammy kydkgdkgd)

June is me. (I gave up on colouring the last two panels) (the chokehold this ship had on me when I was younger as well as June and Ratchet)