hey, so if you don’t know me I’m mechanic. I grew up working in my dad’s auto shop and now I make video games and do electrical work. I also read a lot of transformers erotica, and I write a bit too. Well, sometimes I can’t help comparing porn to its real-life equivalent. So I’m starting a little mini-series about the science of the hardware behind transformers sex and This is kinda the test run.
Today’s topic:
Plug and Play; Gendered Cords!
So let’s talk about cord genders.
To cover the basics this post will specifically be covering the type of cords usually covered in plug and play transformer/robots sex. Surprisingly the science on this one is pretty solid usually, though there are a few misconceptions that have been spread about it.
We can start with what the fandom gets right.
Cables meant for exchanging data or power are gendered! Usually, you have a male end and a female end, and as the fandom would have you believe the male end plugs into the female. The terms here are even usually right!
Just because I’m familiar with it, we’ll use microphone cords (XLR) as an example.
male
both ends are male here, as they both plug into another port in order to transfer data. (The one end is a three-prong XLR cable while the other is a quarter inch jack)
female
female ends are generally used to receive data (This is the receiving end of an XLR cable)
This brings us to where the fandom gets some plug and play fics, maybe aren’t wrong but are a little off
Generally in fics people generally keep to the “Male ends send data to female” idea, which is 100% correct but not always the case in real live.
SO LETS TRY SOME NEW STUFF SHALL WE?
I have to emphasize here that it’s only USUALLY that the male end sends while the female receives data, NOT ALWAYS.
one of those weird exceptions to the rules is actually headphone cords. While your phone contains the female end it’s the end that sends data through the male end of your headphone cords. (Or sometimes they’re hermaphroditic but we will come to that)
There are a lot of those odd exceptions, each with their own benefits and downsides.
so let’s talk about Hermaphrodites!
Hermaphrodite cords are super cool because they can send AND receive data
The most common one?
USB’s!
Instead of pronged connections Hermaphroditic cords (Or sometimes called non-gendered cords if you would like) use smaller, more delicate metal strips (Like the ones you see on game cartridges) to send and receive information (Usually digital rather than dialog, but that’s another story for another time).
Another thing I have seen in this fandom is gender changers. speaking electrically a gender changer is a fastener you place on the end of a cord to change it’s gender OR change it’s type entirely.
I mean…guys. where’s my plug and play transgender fics at? there’s a lot of possibilities here just from the science.
in the end, I’m just pointing out scientifically we could get a lot more creative here if we wanted! SO be free with the new knowledge!!
TL;DR- Cords are a spectrum just like human genders and identities
HUEHUEHUEHUE as someone who knows their way around a patch bay I am 100% here for this lmfaooo
Ok: Two new really stupid Decepticons that go around causing mishaps and accidents around Griffon Rock, but their basically harmless.
A problem, but manageable: A minor Decepticon that would cause accidents and would actually fight the bots, but is still easily defeated.
Bad Times for Eveyone: Starscream, Soundwave, or some other major Decepticon.
Worst Possible Outcome: Megatron/Megatronus
OH MY GOD THEIR FUCKING DEAD: The DJD/Overlord
Counterpoint: any Decepticon, even the most dangerous, but they’re forced to abide by the rules of a show for small children. Soundwave’s causing mayhem at the radio station. Astrotrain refuses to let humans ride the train to work, because the trains are his friends and ‘it’s undignified’. Starscream has declared himself mayor and refuses to give the sash back.
Megatron emancipates everyone’s washing machines. No one can get anything done and tha washing machines are trying to eat city hall.
Ok but I love the idea of Megatron and Optimus with Megatron (originally, in Optimus’ mind, this terrifying, ancient, but ultimately brilliant and responsible as hell, I mean he runs an army warlord) basically being a terrible influence and talking Optimus into doing all the dumb shit he was too uptight to do in the Academy (and then, too miserable to do).
And Optimus is just having the time of his life.
And meanwhile, Megs is in a similar position, because he’s never taken the time to do all that dumb shit, either – never had the opportunity, never had anyone with whom he could unwind like that – and he’s likewise having a blast …
And Strika just shakes her head and cleans up after them, because finally the big dope is happy.
SOMEONE WRITE THIS
Megatron was playing with his audial fins again. In public.
Optimus was torn. It was–well, it was something closer to a public display of affection than he’d ever really become accustomed to. Still a few steps down from the graceless (and frankly, weirdly performative) makeouts he’d seen Sentinel initiate (gleefully, in as public a space as possibly), but still, he shouldn’t encourage this. Even if they weren’t on duty. People might see.
What the frag right do they have to care? demanded part of his processor. It sounded suspiciously like Megatron.
And Megatron was right there, his warm frame leaned slightly against Optimus’ own, and Optimus shivered under the intense regard radiating from him. Fond. Perhaps even a little predatory. It was thrilling, to have the other mech’s full attention like this. You know. When they weren’t trying to slag each other.
Maybe even a little when they’d been trying to slag each other. There was a reason Megatron never remembering his name bugged Optimus more than he’d cared to admit. And well. The reason he’d been so willing to volunteer to fight Megatron on Earth hadn’t all been heroics.
And currently? He was the subject of Megatron’s focus, and the pressure on the audial fin was really, really nice. Maybe a little too nice for public.
Part of Optimus kind of wanted to be seen. Part of him didn’t care. Together, they outweighed the part of his processor fretting about propriety. He was considering leaning up and initiating one of those graceless makeouts when Megatron leaned down and murmured, “You know, my dear, the supply closet is vacant,” and Optimus almost choked on his oil.
He wasn’t sure if it had been Megatron’s suggestion that had done it, or the fact that he was very very into that idea, yes please.
~~~
Strika had been one of Lord Megatron’s lieutenants for several million years.
Strika had been under the impression she’d seen all of the possible slag Lord Megatron could pull, and then some.
As she looked at the ruins of the supply closet, she reminded herself that becoming complacent was a serious tactical mistake.
It seemed that Megatron had–what was the term the mecha who’d been on Earth used? Ah. Yes.–Megatron had rediscovered what it was like to be a “horny teenager”.
Ugh.
She was not cleaning this up. As happy as she was to see Lord Megatron cheer up, that was better left to one of the synchophants. Like Tarn. It was even odds whether it would send him into raptures or outraged insult and either way she didn’t care.
She chuckled a little to herself as she walked away. It really was about time Megatron found something that made him happy.
That that something was an Autobot? Really a minor detail. The young Prime had proven himself worthy by defeating Megatron, however temporarily. There were few enough mecha who could keep up with Megatron in the first place. That this one was also interested in him? Excellent.
Of course, if he broke Megatron’s spark, she’d have to kill him, but given that was the third supply closet they’d done in this week, she wasn’t terribly worried.
~~~
Ratchet wasn’t going to claim he was a pinnacle of responsibility, but when the two local love- (or lust-) struck idiots decided to frag on the outside of the (moving) spaceship, he had to take matters into his own servos.
He was pretty sure neither of them listened to him, but to be fair, his preprepared lecture hadn’t survived the revelation it had been Optimus’ idea.
“Well,” he said to Strika, “at least we’re not like humans.”
“Oh?” said Strika.
“Sexually reproducing. We’d be neck-deep in protoforms by now.”
“What is ‘sexually reproducing’?”
Ratchet explained, and considered the horrorstruck expression of one of the most feared Decepticon Generals as a good consolation prize.
~~~
“Now, see here, Optimus, I hear you’ve been fragging Megatron.”
A few months ago, Optimus would have internally panicked and frozen at Sentinel’s accusatory tone. Now, he just gave the other Prime a bored look. “So?”
“All over the place.”
Optimus didn’t dignify that with a response. He took another sip of oil.
“The leader of the Decepticons.” For a moment, Optimus wondered if that was accusation or jealousy he was hearing.
“We are at peace,” he stated. Megatron had emerged from the meeting room, finally finished after a day of treaty negotiations with Ultra Magnus. For a big mech, he could move surprisingly silently. Sentinel didn’t have a clue.
“What were you thinking? I mean, it’s not like you think a lot but that’s abnormally stupid, even for you, Optimus. Like… like how does that even work?”
“Spectacularly,” said Megatron from just behind Sentinel. Sentinel froze.
Megatron stepped around him and to Optimus, scooped Optimus up bodily, and kissed him. For a moment, Optimus considered a human gesture involving an extended middle digit, but decided against it. As tired as he was with Sentinel’s insults, and as suspicious as he was that Sentinel was, in fact envious (his ugliest mood–he couldn’t stand anyone, particularly Optimus, having the spotlight), and as much of a bad influence as Megatron was, he wasn’t quite that petty.
Peacemaker (26921 words) by astolat Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Transformers Animated (2007) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Megatron/Optimus Prime Characters: Optimus Prime, Megatron, Ratchet, Sentinel Prime, Primus Additional Tags: Transformer Sparklings, Size Difference, The Matrix – Freeform Series: Part 9 of Transformers works Summary:
Megatron just stared at him through the cell door with a strange expression and didn’t say anything. “Well?” Optimus said, half furious and desperate. “Will you promise not to hurt any Autobots escaping if I let you out?”
(PS: This is the canon where the Decepticons are Much Bigger than the Autobots in case that is relevant to your interests.)
What if Cybertronians had an instinctive reaction to tentacles- an ancient and supposedly pointless line of code that, depending on the bit, either instills them with a phobia of them or a fetish or, in many cases, a passivity response.
So a bot wrapped up in tentacles relaxes and gets a lil heated at first and yepppp turns out its a gross ancient response built in by Quintessons to make them easier to handle and manipulate.
I need Quintessons in valveplug I’m fuckin gross but u know you’re all sinners with me and would groove on Quintessons seducing and fragging Bots into submission.
I am super down for this. Fuck yeah, ancestral Quintesson slave coding.
And also tentacles.
Someone said tentacles?
Sign me up for this.
I would read that…;)
I want to play with it so badly TuT
Like medberths having tentacle-like straps to restrain patients, playing on that passivity response. Mechs who can’t sleep properly discovering they CAN relax enough to sleep when rolled up in a few hundred meters of draughtstop. (Discovering THAT by being very very tired when doing maintenance, getting tangled up in loose tubes and dozing off while waiting for someone to come get them out)
… Bluestreak with a life-size plushie colossal squid deliberately tucking the tentacles around him before trying to recharge and if he falls asleep at movie night someone goes and gets the squid and drapes it over him so he doesn’t wake up from nightmares
WHEN THE FUCK DID THIS GET SO MANY NOTES I SAW TIS COME UP ON MY DASH AND ALMOST GOT ORANGE JUICE UP MY NOSE HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS YOU REALLY WANT SOME HOT QUINTESSON ACTION
Good thing, becuase so do I.
Bots watching videos of earthly cephalopods and being oddly entranced by the smooth, undulation motions of the tentacles. SOme bots feel a deep, unsettling pang of fear at the sight and don’t know why.
The worst is bots who have a passivity response and a fear response, so they panic…but can’t do anyting about it, becuase they relax and go slack while internally worrying.
That, or you’d have the ones that react severely negatively and these would be the ones that the Quintessons were trying to find and route out, but were unable so some of that aversion CNA made it through frame lines.
And they can’t understand why the others are so entranced while they’re repulsed.
This is a headcanon I could get behind. Pieces of that are really cute, others are appropriately disturbing.
(just a smol fic here, not edited or anything at all)
Jazz wished he took a better look at that codeing the one orn he came across it. It was just sitting their in his sub-core programming, connected to his motor relays not doing anything. And when he poked it, it lit up for a second and settled down back into it’s dormant state, completely harmless. So he went over it and forgot to look at it again. It was currently his biggest regret ever.
The tentacles
that were wrapped around him squeeze a little bit, like a hug, and his frame went lax again against his will from the tension that had built up from his thoughts. He was suspended in the air, not a part of him not supported by the many appendages the creatures around them had. The codeing had flared up when the creature had taken a hold of him from behind.
They had been fighting, there ship had landed not at all far from where there base was and started to outright attack them. They were at war, and so they knew what to do. But when the hatch opened to show the creatures, confusion broke out, and it wasn’t good at all. But most of the bots kept fighting anyways and, and… what again? One of the appendages had caressed his helm, gentle and smooth against his sensitive auido horns and warm. He leaned into the support, optics flickering off when the tentacle stayed where it was, the warmth of the appendage comforting in the cool air around him, all the tentacles
really, keeping him warm in the cool air.
Then they were moving, he was gliding through the air, not caring, but he did care, and he tried his best to reactivate his optics, seeing a glimpse of another creature, one with three faces, cradling Bluestreak like a new spark, wrapped much like himself in
tentacles. Beyond that he caught a glimpse of Prowl, being attended to by two of the creatures that had one face each, like the one that was carrying him, both of the ones at Prowl very attentive to how aroused he was looking with the tips of the appendages wiggling they way under his plating, holding his secure there. He tried to look more, at the sound of someone scared and frightened but he was tilted, going up the ramp of the ship, past some more creatures that had swiveling faces, and a oval looking frame, they to had plenty of
tentacle appendages.
The last one in line stopped the creature that was carrying him. It changes faces five times, he thinks, he couldn’t for the life of him keep his optics on longer than for a few short klicks at a time when the five face one began to caresses him also. He shifted hands, well,
tentacles when the five faced one took him from the one faced creature, a new set of appendages shifted around him and took him down a different hall than all the others were being taken. He to was cradled against this new five faced creature, but the codeing was held fast against all his prodding and probing. They enters a very brightly lit room, and despite being let go and and onto a medical like berth, his frame was still limp against his will, and when the creature pried away the cover of his medical port at the nape of his neck, and pluged in what ever wiring, it didn’t hurt a bit. He lost the battle, optics shuttering, and he entered recharge.
AAAAAAAA EVERYBODY READ THIS YOU WONT REGRET IT!!!!!!!!!
Speaking of Quintessons I’m rebogging this fic again because AAAAAAAA
If I’m going to Robot Hell I’m going into it headfirst, on fire, probably riding on a meteor like I’m Hot-fuckin’-Rod. That being said, hey everybody, sorry about this. Based off this from earlier, taken to my trash extreme.
Warnings for Forced body alteration, implication of dysphoria, autobots having a gender binary roughly determined by sparktype, forced feminization, look we’re just
we’re all going to scream into the void sooner or later.
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