"What If" the Wreckers decided to help the Decepticons?
What would it take for Springer to change his allegiance from Optimus Prime to Megatron?
Why would the Wreckers assist their mortal enemies?
Who’d be alive long enough to report their ‘betrayal’?
What if the Triple Changers are using the Wreckers (and their love for destroying things) to keep the eternal civil war going, even as the scant fighters scatter to the winds?
Why would some Wreckers (ie Bulkhead from Prime) leave – do they see the writing on the wall, or are they simply interested in exploring new opportunities without tagalongs following?
What if Wheeljack is a Wizard – a Harry Dresdon style Wizard?
(that’s why everything he touches (almost, anyway) blows up or breaks down, refusing to work the way it’s supposed to.
…. No, do NOT ask me how Wheeljack is alive, or even possible ….
( Various ideas )
( Amnesia time-travel )
G1. PG-13 or higher. Motomaster/Silverbolt. Every Aerialbot was created by Vector Sigma to counteract a certain Stunticon, accordingly. The problem is, they're too similar, alike, and complementary... to really hate each other.
[an AU plot-bunny from Deska]
What if there are places in universe where 'Cons and 'Bots can be at peace and their struggle is no more? Not a one-sided victory, not an armistice, but all-Cybertronian peace when all stand united as one people, in fusion and unison, one race once again.
This opens possibilities for many plot twists.
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[And my own "teeny-weeny" bunny. :D]
( standard-type Cybertronians and not-so-diversity of human appearance )
Imagine waking up to an unfamiliar ceiling feeling disoriented, and realizing something does not feel right. You are in a cell, a small one, walls covered in cold sterile white tiles that are favored by lab because they’re easy to wash off.
There is another cell next to yours, bars serrate them. Just wide enough for an arm or hand to slip through.
From beyond the bars of her cell you can see that there are white tiles everywhere and stainless steel tables gleaming dully in the harsh over head lights and the rank stench of disinfectants is heavy in the cold air.
Men in white coats, they are obviously scientists, walk up to the cell door and talk about you as if you are an object and you get to find out exactly what they plan to do to you.
So begins their nightmare.
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Human formers verse
This has been in the back of my head for a while now, I keep wanting to write it but I just can't seem to do it any justice.
For whatever reason, the Autobots are human. Maybe Primacron left some ancient and forgotten tech behind and they discovered or someone pissed in Primus Cheerios once too often, the reasoning behind it isn't important.
From learning how clothing works, to zipping themselves up to stepping on things at night and getting sick from eating too much they end up finding out the hard way that being human isn’t easy, even with the help of their human friends.
Oddly enough whatever has turned them human has had little effect on primitive transformers. Instead of turning them human, it’s shrunken them.
A mech the size of Sky Lynx now the size of a large lion. Despite the blow to his pride he should deal with it pretty well unlike the Autobots who will, understandably, have a rather bad reaction to being stuck in weak fleshy bodies.
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I. Dr. Arkville is a Conspiracy Theorist! He knows there are alien life forms out there, trying to take over the world, and here is one to prove it! To bad no one believes him – not even after he subjugates a good amount of men into mind-controlled slaves, and helps bring Cybertron in a near-stable orbit within viewing distance of earth.
( ... Oh bother, I wonder what meds I'm on .... can't think of anything witty ... )