#Blue Sentinels

[compaculaaa]

Wait what do you mean the helm of D-16 was the easiest to emergence, does that mean Alpha Trion had difficult time with the helm of Orion, Elita and B during emergence

I mean their helms are a lot more uniquely shaped compared to D, here’s how his experience was with each of their helms lol

[robolvrr]

forged to please. ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

some mild suggestive headcanons. unhealthy dynamics.

sentinel prime x cybertronian secretary

airachnid plucked you from your filing job with unsettling familiarity. you quickly learned after the debrief that her optics, touch and croons were simply an extension of your shared's prime.

his very attention is shattering.

sentinel has no need for actual assistants. your first few cycles don't end up at his doorstep, so in your confusion of servitude you busy with the boring.

analytics. cancelling meetings as he's constant on the surface, rescheduling abandoned polls. when the lights flick you remain obedient at your desk, digits skimming through glass pads.

you do have a cog. however, you still pale in comparison to your coworkers and do not speak out of turn. you're not a miner nor are you cogless — but there are levels to status and you're still at the first couple of rungs on the metaphorical golden ladder.

little did you know, you're being watched. approvingly, even when your helm dares to dip back when your processors prompt recharge.

everyday, you arrive early. place your holopads in neat piles. slip an energon cube from your stack past your cushy, gray dermas and sit straight in your assigned seat.

frame flawless, as expected by a cog. since you don't race or proctor, you're more on the winsome side.

"them? really?"

"yeah. crazy right?" sentinel lazily watches the filmy recording, nestled camera aimed right in the corner. he can see your chassis. your cog and the ridges between your plating. clean. no mining dust. no scratches.

"look at 'em go. do they know that half what i give them is just.. nothing? they're so... so diligent. it's cute, no?"

airachnid shares a sideways glance.

slowly, your office grows more lavish. you notice changes to your desk arrangement. a golden twist of flora at your desktop. new chair, with cushion - a rarity and a treat. a fresh mug of engex earlier than you arrive.

and even slower, your coworkers start to distance farther than even you pushed them. you're being moved around cycles later, to higher floors. the work is a constant buzz that requires the utmost care and attention to detail.

you once question airachnid as she glides by silently just what you're doing here. you ex-vent when she leans forward, pursing her intake at you.

"don't ask questions you don't want answers to. you do good for him, you'll do good for a lifetime."

straightening, you're left unfortunately with more than before and you nervously return to your desk, with a beautiful view of iacon and an inkling that perhaps your constant promotions weren't as perfect as you previously assumed.

[ quota — increased. overtime required. ]

frustration bites as your digits flutter across keys. the office space, grand and empty and dark fills you with impatience. not that you'd dare show it, on the clock.

you guess that overtime still counts, though you prudently knock over data as you arise before you can coach yourself to calmness. you practically live here. serving, serving, all the blasted time. had you not proved your loyalty?

a watchful gaze peers at your aft when you saunter to the lounge, fed up for the day.

the smile directed your way isn't promising.

oh. so you can misbehave.

you practically live at work now. what started as a few assignments seemed to increase tenfold.

you're working overtime but know you're much too high the chain (and for such pointless, needless tasks) to back out.

you have no friends. no coworkers. the pretty knickknacks and golden pens and job security start closing in more like a gilded cage.

when the comm is received, you're almost weak at the joints. you reset your sight system several times at first because you assume it's a prank.

[ your prime requests your presence over the latest report. arrive promptly. ]

you're stumbling towards the elevator like a cyber mouse.

sentinel shouldn't enjoy the way you lose your professionalism. taking peeks in the slivers of mirror and spark no doubt rattling in that little chest of yours.

he shouldn't, in fact, hired you at all. you were a face along with many admirers. and primus, did iacon adore their prime.

he shouldn't have been seeing how much it took to break your mentality, either. a cruel experiment from a bored god of sorts.

and the recordings. airachnid made it clear her opinions of his.... enjoyment while you worked in element.

sometime in the toying, he's scrutinizing your frame. you barely make it up to his knee. your alt-mode upon a curious search isn't particularly flashy.

is that why he's so drawn to you? because you wallflower yourself, determined to hide despite the haven he's forced you in?

perhaps. or, he just hasn't had his fix yet.

the racers are always fun to play with. they lick, bite and rev when he chuckles his praise.

he's never been in a position of power like this though and taken that step over the line and suddenly, he rubs the kibble on his chin imagining you staring back at him, bent over, servos tied at the back of your waist.

his processor wanders. you, with flushed cheek plates. you, calling him boss. prime. whatever he fancied more. crawling towards him, balancing a glass of sweet, high-grade on your aft while he chats it away.

"my prime?"

sentinel does not turn to you, at first. you can see his wings, large and flawless. when he turns in his seat, you think perhaps the rumors of primes and their bright, piercing neons were true.

he grins. grandeur rolls off his glossa and you're shocked he knows your designation. as if he senses your shock he reassures he knows because he's kept close to your progress.

"you look tired. what good are you if not rested?"

sheepishly, your helm tilts away, tries to avoid the observation by curling into yourself. it's the funniest and most pathetic thing he's seen in awhile.

he leans forward, but not down to you. sentinel just invades your space because it's his.

you're his.

cutting off your stammers because he'd rather hear them in a more fitting context - fit, he wouldn't - his gesture tempts you closer. there is no need for collar and leash, not when this whole city dances at his every word.

you miss how his stare bores into you. peels back metal, cord and wire.

"listen. i couldn't bear my best struggling. but i also have to be firm. this great city, all of your fellow cybertronians, play a part in something bigger. which means... that work can't be unfinished."

he does not miss how you flinch. where are those kliks of rebellion? those whispered utterances of his name and hoping he'd be knocked down a peg?

"it can't slow down. in order to keep the spark of this very place alive, we all keep it turning."

he can sense your guilt. recall all the times you've actually cursed quietly, kicked at your desk, cried in the refreshers. cute.

"so i do have to ask. because if you can't handle it, i would rather you tell me right here, right now. no hard feelings."

the hopeful look almost makes him break out into laughter. and just like you're programmed, you look at him only when he nods, trying to find out what he wants.

"no. no, i can. i want to do more. want to be more." for you.

"then show me."

as much as he wanted to crack you open right then and there, he was curious how you would take his offer.

would you scorn him out like those endless nights? step back and make excuses? or would you surprise him?

his weight slides in the crushed velvet of his towering throne, watching as you bend.

your head meets the floor. his optic ridge ticks towards the sky.

"tell me what to do and your will is mine."

the prime hums.

well, now you're just making this too easy.

robolvrr 2024.

[gundamfight]

[nuefass]

sentinel caught an angel… (commission)

[babybluebanshee]

D-16: You betrayed our planet, mutilated me and thousands of others like me to turn us into a slave caste, forced us into dangerous mines that put our lives at risk every single day, and drove our entire species to the brink of starvation.

Sentinel, kicking his legs and giggling: I DID do that~

[herbalnature]

A vast blue sky stretches above, where fluffy clouds clump together like cotton candy. Below, towering light poles stand as silent sentinels at the edge of an unseen field.

[transingthoseformers]

I've been thinking about tfone + shattered glass where:

All of the Thirteen Primes are still alive in the beginning of the movie

Sentinel is still the Primes' assistant

Airachnid is either a close friend of Sentinel or has some unnamed role in the hierarchy

I'm torn on whether the high guard is still in the picture or if they were exiled for other reasons than baseline canon

The Quintesson war is still ongoing maybe (or even the Thirteen have struck a deal with the Quintessons??),

I have to suggest this version of Prima is the one who decided miners (and certain other bots) should have their t-cogs removed, though it very well could be a decent choice between other members of the Thirteen

I'm torn on the matrix being evil or neutral as an artifact (there's sooooo many directions someone can go with the Matrix of Leadership in both baseline and shattered glass) hell it might even be evil leaning neutral like a damn dnd alignment

Beastformers are involved here BECAUSE I LIKE THEM.

honestly I might switch up Bee for a decepticon because I was iffy about B-127's place in the actual movie (I don't think he's a bad character, I just think he's a bit misplaced in time) and that'd make the group 50/50 as far as autobots and decepticons (not sure who though yet, as the rest of eventual decepticon high command is with the high guard) (who would you say is the Decepticon equivalent of Bee??)

Megop divorce still happens

SHATTERED GLASS DESIGNS AND COLOR PALETTES DEFINITELY DEFINITELY

SG!Elita is either a royal blue or deep purple. Green does NOT look good on her.

Might add more later!

[kairukitsuneo]

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[dinosaurchestra]

🌀 sentinel prime

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[compaculaaa]

I think the elite is like alpha trion, like the elite is smart and beautiful like alpha trion, and the color scheme is similar

she gets it from her mom ;)

[bluenotegaming]

⚠️ Spoilers for Transformers One ⚠️

Saw TF One today, and I found this part so funny 😂

Even though I knew Orion and D-16 would become enemies, it still hit me seeing how things changed as the film went on.

B-126, or B, or "Badassatron", was kinda funny, I wasn't sure how I was gonna find him, but I liked him, and I liked Elita as well :)

Sentinel was portrayed so well, had us thinking he was some kind of Noble leader when in reality he had a deal with the Quintessons and was a traitor.

Overall, it was a great film, worth the wait for it to come out here in the UK :D

[babybluebanshee]

Far be it from me to apply socialist theory to the funny car robot movie, but one thing I really like about Transformers One is that Sentinel, like most power-hungry capitalist vultures, has damned himself as well as his species.

Cybertron is drying up. Sentinel outright says that the mines are almost depleted, and he can't keep supplying energon to both the Quintessons and the Cybertronian population. Without the Matrix, there's no way to get energon flowing again, and without their primary source of fuel, the Cybertronians were incredibly close to slow extinction by starvation. And Sentinel would have died too. But he would rather just scream drill baby drill and work the miners to death in dangerous working conditions to keep the Quintessons happy and himself in power than find any other solution, because that would take an iota of comfort and luxury away from him in the present moment. Even though the existential threat of essentially their food supply totally running out would also be bad for him, he cannot fathom having to give up anything to ensure that he or anyone else on his planet can survive to the next generation.

Oil companies have known about climate change since the 1970s, but to do anything about it would cut into their profit margins. They lobbied against clean energy, wrote climate theorists off as crackpot freaks, and decimated public transit systems, all in service of making a line go up and supplying them with more money than anyone should be allowed to have, while the planet we all live on and need to survive gets hotter and less habitable by the year. These ultra wealthy jackals either don't care or don't realize that they're just as human as we are, and that an uninhabitable planet would be just bad for them as it is for the peons they bleed dry. They just care about amassing more wealth than they could ever spend in three lifetimes.

Sentinel didn't have to give the Quintessons shit. Just like oil companies didn't have to destroy the environment. But they did, because they're selfish, greedy bastards who don't care about anyone or anything but what they can gain from a situation, even if they're ensuring their own destruction along the way.

I dunno, I just think it's neat.

[herbalnature]

Clouds pile up on the horizon like mountains made of cotton, set starkly against a deep blue sky. Below, symmetrically poised floodlights peer over the scene, silent sentinels to the day's end.

[rabbitcruiser]

Mineral Lick Trail, BC (No. 1)

The Trout River is a tributary of the Liard River in far northern British Columbia, Canada, flowing northwest from headwaters at 58°44′N 126°14′W, near Muncho Lake, to meet the Liard at the community of Liard River. It is at the upper end of the Grand Canyon of the Liard, which is part of Liard River Corridor Provincial Park and Protected Area.

Source: Wikipedia

[magicalgirlmascot]

If you’re still looking for color palette suggestions: this one with Unity (Sentinels)

[ID: digital drawing of Unity from Sentinels of the Multiverse, a young woman in a bandana and cargo pants, leaning against a metal box. She's looking off to the side and smiling, the lenses of the goggles on her forehead glowing, with wobbly pink circles in the background glowing the same colour. She's rendered in the pink, grey, and green palette submitted in the ask. End ID.]

Aw sparks!!