#How tf do you create OCs?

[gingiekittycat]

I forgot how lonely it is to write original fiction.

Where are the kudos? The subscriptions? The comments? The people cheerleading me chapter to chapter? Where are the kind words and compliments and reassurances that what I'm writing isn't complete crap? Where are the unhinged emojis? The asks on Tumblr? Where are my mutuals in my dms apologizing for not reading the latest chapter right away (side note, you know you don't have to apologize at all, right??). Where is the fanart? Where are the recs?

Where is my motivation to keep going?

It's something I've been thinking about a lot, actually, lately. How the experience of writing fanfic is so unique. How you already have an audience, willing and waiting and captive. And that's really it, isn't it? You have an audience. It's almost performative, writing fanfic. It's being on a stage, a one-person show (or two, if you do it with a friend); it's getting live reactions to your performance, it's feeding off the energy of the crowd and informing it back in a feedback loop; it's improvised, sometimes, in almost-real-time. It's building something that you couldn't have built by yourself. A thing that takes on a life of its own.

It's an experience you can't get writing original fiction, and, honestly, not having it is making it hard to write something original at all.

[startheskelaton]

I kinda got three questions I've been wanting to ask about the One Spark au!

1. Is shipping Nightflyer, Sparkplug, and Soundblaster and some of the other characters fine to do? Just wondering a bit on that if that's alright!

2. What's like Bumblebee, Rodimus, and Arcee's feelings on finding out about Sparkplug's two boyfriends being from not just cybertron but also one being the son of Starscream while the other is somewhat related to Shockwave because we kinda got some perspective on how her parents would feel in regard to it so I'm kinda wondering the same for like Sparkplug's siblings-

3. Also is Bumblebee together with Knock Out and Breakdown like he is the medieval AU?

Also want to say your art really pushed me to draw mechs more! <3

1: I am begging you guys, PLEASE MAKE WHATEVER SILLY SHIPS YOU WANT WITH MY OC’S. I genuinely love reading about your head cannons, and you know I’m a sucker for shipping in general. To be honest I’d love to ship Sparkplug with different characters based around what AU she’s in, however her age makes it a bit difficult because I don’t wanna be a creep and create a huge age gap. She is 18 in the main story but TF ages are just really weird and convoluted. But I am begging you guys, make whatever fan content you wanna make, just don’t use AI

2: they would be pretty protective, however I do feel they would have their preferences

3:… honestly I’d be into it. I feel like after Knockout and Breakdown force the Autobots to science up a baby for them. They just hang around and tease bumblebee because he’s a prime now

[rimaiahwrites]

Imma be honest guys..I hateee that black women can’t even headcannon stuff for there fanfics…if I wanna make eren/ony/Connie big dick drug dealers that spoils their black girlfriends that what imma do these yt women be writing the craziest shit for their fics and don’t nobody say nothing half the stuff that they headcannon don’t even make sense But soon as black women start writing it’s a problem with everyone, the way they write the characters the way they talk how the OC dress and what she acts like…the reason I started writing in the first place was because I couldn’t find stuff to read that had black women so I created my own work if y’all have a problem with the way someone writes GET THAT DAMN LAPTOP OUT AND GET TO TYING tf. We do this shit FOR FREEEEE on OUR FREE TIME for fun and for our readers enjoyment. You know what I do when I don’t like someone’s work? I stop reading it yall need to try it. Unless you gonna spend HOURS writing and trying to create your own world i would suggest y’all hush.

[0ccuria]

I think Veilguard would've been better as a bridge between Inquisition and a game that's about the final stand against the Gods.

By that I mean, ONLY focusing on gathering a team of people that Solas doesn't know (as stated by The Inquisitor themselves). The entire game would be just that: creating and building up "The Veilguard" as an established group sworn to stop Solas and all that comes with him. The devs were very adamant about making friends with our companions and experiencing their stories this time around, but it feels SO out of place next to literal reality/world ending circumstances.

The focus on Solas and the "Dreadwolf" is still SO heavy that the game should've just stayed "Dragon Age: Dreadwolf".

Hardly anywhere within the game did I feel like a "Guard" was truly being made for this purpose. It was just.. "well I'm here I guess idk I just heard from so and so he has to be stopped lol. I'm good with *insert class abilities here* so I'm perfect for the job!"

This is a whole other can to open about how Rook just feels undeserving to be here. They did not deserve to experience Varric the way that they did. I will always love my OC's etc but a lot of the time I just kept thinking "and who tf are YOU to be doing this?" WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO BLAME THE INQUISITOR FOR EVERYTHING THAT'S HAPPENED?? HELLO?? TF WAS THAT ABOUT???

BUT, I digress.... I almost just wanted them to just go full GOTG, look at the camera and say to our faces: "We're creating The Veilguard, we need experts *Dreamworks grin*"

Establish The Veilguard, as ordered by The Inquisitor, gather your allies across Northern Thedas, since The Inquisition, whether dismantled or not, still holds ground within Southern Thedas. Get to know our team on a personal level, go through their personal trauma's and drama's and all of that. Learn to become a family of people sworn to protect the immaterial at ANY cost, as The Inquisition was sworn to protect politically and systematically at any cost.

THEN and only then, can the Veilguard feel like it belongs in this mess, and not just stumbled within it.

Following that within the next game, can The Veilguard and The Inquisition forces join TOGETHER to stop Solas and the Gods.

[jabberwockymoreau]

what do you think is the worst thing about Amazon's Ring's of Power?

Oh, man, that's a difficult question to answer. The thing is I hate a lot of things about it and some of them are definitely equally aggravating...but I guess if I had to try to quantify it? The worst thing is the thing that is the root of all other evils on this show and that's the enfranchisement or whatever tf you want to call it. If it was just some random fantasy show called "The Rings of Power" it would still be a bad show, but because it's "Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power" everything is made ten times worse. And I'm probably not the first to make this critique, but man is it ever infuriating.

Like, let's be completely honest here: If it was only original material it would still have bad pacing, tokenistic diversity, and horrible wigs, but it would be mediocre slop that no one cares about. And they knew that and that's why they slapped Tolkien's name on it. It's not about adapting Tolkien. They never set out wanting to adapt Tolkien. Amazon wants to make money by catering to the current trend of Fantasy, and because under capitalism art is nothing more than a product you can invest capital into to multiply your assets, they engineered a premise that they thought would be a safe investment. That's why everything big studios produce these days is related to preexisting IP and why no one involved gives any acutal shits about the IP they're adapting. And Rings of Power is just one of the clearest (and for me personally aggravating) examples.

Because here's the thing: If they had actually meant to adapt Tolkien out of a love for Tolkien, they would have had two options. The first would be to pick a story and accept that the story was written a certain way by an author who held certain political views. You want to do the story of the forging of the rings? Fine, but your protagonists are Celebrimbor and Annatar. Now you're being called a misogynist because the only woman in this story is Galadriel serving as a sort of Cassandra-esque side character? Well, the story is 70 years old and Tolkien wasn't the most feminist of guys. You can probably tweak things a little to make sure Galadriel has her time of day, invent some additional female characters, but overall, that's the story you chose to work with. If you can't live with it, make something new instead of adapting Tolkien. Which is sort of what option two is: pick your type of protagonist/themes/kind of story you want to work with and see where it would fit within the legendarium. Tolkien has sketched out a vast history that has a lot of room for others to fill in gaps, so if you're up for the work, you can basically create Tolkien OC's and play in this space that he's created. That's what War of the Rohirrim did and that's why WotR works as a Tolkien adaption (yes, I'm an unrepentant WotR fan and I will compare two contemporary Tolkien adaptions with each other. They wanna be a franchise so bad they will have to live with what that entails).

But both of these options require that you engage with the preexisting text on its level, and Amazon (and Payne & McKay) doesn't care about that. Because they want to eat their cake and have it too. They want the brand recognition of Tolkien, but they don't accept the restraints that this sort of adaption places on them. They want the big story, the forging of the rings, but they also want #girlboss protagonists and they want those to be already recognizable names as well. So screw Galadriel's actual role in the story and her preestablished character, we're gonna create an OC and slap her face on there. They completely screwed up the timeline because they wanted to do all of it at once, the forging of the rings, the Akallabeth, the fall of Moria, a backstory to how the Hobbits came to live in the Shire and squeeze Gandalf in there for good measure too. It's tenously connected and doesn't make sense? Well, but if we nostalgia bait hard enough no one will notice -- and the nostalgia bait is the reason we've chosen to include all of these stories in the first place. Say the line, Bart!

And that's their greatest sin, in my opinion. The skill of the showrunners and writer's wouldn't change if it wasn't Tolkien but an original work, but then the audience would be way smaller. And Amazon can't have that. Amazon needs to sell its product to the largest possible number of customers because that's how capitalism works, and so they slap Tolkien's name on there, hoping it will elevate their product. But it actually does the opposite. Because with the name come restrictions, and Amazon does not accept those but does whatever it wants and so it becomes a bad adaption on top of being mediocre slop. Which is just salt in the wound and incredibly insulting to anyone who cares about art or Tolkien. And also the point at which any and all other critiques one might offer of the show have to start because all of it comes down to these circumstances of creation.

[dollfaceksj]

BDSMSBSKFNSKSNKSD A DOSE OF WHATENDKSBSKSND DND FKDNDKDNSKSMS. CLOVER IM DKS SLSNSLSNS SKS. OC IS PISSING ME OFF. WTF IS WRONG WITH U IS A PERF TITLE BC WTF IS WRONG W HER !!! WHERE TF THEM PILLS COME FROM !!!!

this was written in a hurry. didnt feel like bullet point format would fit w this chapter. its not my best work but i hope yall get the feel i was trying to convey <3 (i won’t answer asks that spoil the story! gonna wait a few days so i don’t spoil the other readers who arent active currently!)

tw: body image issues(!!!) very deeply rooted issues that majority of women n ppl go thru. u have been warned. <3

wc: 2k ish

can’t afford love | myg (m) #20

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“Why the fuck do you have a dose of birth control pills?”

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The instance the words leave his lips, your heart free falls—no, plummets—to the pit of the Earth. This isn’t how it was supposed to go. He shouldn’t have found out this way.

You can’t bring the anxious quiver in your lips to stop when your mind travels at lightning speed trying to come up with a response. An explanation. An excuse. A lie.

But nothing comes out.

There’s nothing that you can bring yourself to say.

You messed up.

Are you even sorry? Or are you Just sorry you got caught?

Your eyes mindlessly stare at the box of pills like it’s going to vanish into thin air and you desperately want to witness it.

Doesn’t happen, though. The box stares back at you like it’s mocking you. Laughing in your face whilst being in his grasp.

He says your name. Quietly. Angrily. Repeats it when you don’t respond. Sounds like his voice is inside your head yet it also sounds like it’s coming from a galaxy that is seven million light years away.

After what seems like ages—which in reality was just a few seconds—you finally find the voice in the back of your throat that seemingly abandoned you in your time of need. “It’s an old box of pills and besides, why are you snoopi–”

“The label says you bought these two days ago. I’m not fucking stupid.” The words don’t just roll off his tongue, they launch out of his mouth like a spear. Penetrates your chest. The tip of said deadly spear nudges at your heart. Pokes it a little. Maybe makes it bleed a little, you’re not too sure.

Your panicked gaze slowly shifts to meet his angry eyes after he aggressively throws the box back onto your dresser.

“And if you’re going to berate me for snooping, someone has been trying to reach you. Called you 3 times. Just went to check to make sure it wasn’t an emergency.” He steps aside and nods towards your purse, which is now lying on its side, wide open with the contents spilled out. Your phone. Lip gloss. Wallet. Tube of Vaseline. 3 q-tips. Pack of gum. Few loose pain killer capsules.

You slowly start shaking your head and take a small step back, hoping to enlarge the distance between the two of you that you had tried to close just a few moments ago. “You won’t get it, so just–”

“No,” he says as he stomps to you, wrapping his hand around your bicep to stop you in your tracks. “You’re going to stop fucking lying to me. What the hell has been going on with you? Why are you acting like this?”

You try to wiggle your arm out of his grasp but he doesn’t let you go that easily. Tightens his grip. Enough to keep you still. Doesn’t hurt, though.

“Let me go.”

“No.”

“Let me g–”

He pulls you a little closer. Not in a romantic way. In a don’t-you-move-an-inch way. “Why won’t you just talk to me? I don’t understand why you keep pushing me away.”

Swallowing is starting to feel like sandpaper scratching its way down your esophagus. “Please, just– stop.”

He shakes his head, damp black hair swinging back and forth. Water dripping off his ends onto his shoulders like shiny pearls. They drop onto the fabric of his shirt, creating tiny little polka dots that are darker than the color of his shirt. “No, I won’t stop. You’re crossing the fucking line and you know it.”

He’s got you. That much is clear.

The silence that envelops around you is so prominent. Heavy. Wraps around you. Kind of like you’re a fetus in a pregnant belly.

Heat starts rising to your nose and cheeks, enough for you to realize that you’re starting to get emotional. Doesn’t take much longer for tears to start rolling down your cheeks.

Is there any point in hiding it now?

“You’ll never understand, Yoongi.” You shake your head as you bring your hand up. Wipe your nose with the back of your hand. Sniff softly.

His chest deflates as he heavily exhales. Feline eyes soften for a moment before his brows pinch together again. “Then make me understand.” His voice is still angry. Furious. Fuming.

“Nothing’s been the same for me, don’t you get it?” you shakily murmur, finally wiggling out of Yoongi’s grasp but not bothering yourself to get rid of the proximity between you two. Somewhere there’s comfort in it. “I know I shouldn’t have got those, I fucking know. But what you don’t know is what it feels like, okay?”

“Like what fee– What the hell are you even talking about?”

You cut him off. Burst out. “I feel disgusting, okay?”

His frown deepens. Eyes never leave you. The intensity on his features keeps you glued to the floor beneath your bare feet.

Before he can even respond, you continue with your outburst. “You don’t know what it’s like to have been the it-girl, to have been looked at and craved by any- and everyone and to now look and feel like this.”

It’s the truth. Yoongi was the king of your college because he had you. You made heads turn. You made guys fight their best friends. You made girls copy your clothes and makeup.

And now, here you are. Gotten rid of a full-length mirror in your bathroom because you hated seeing yourself naked.

Silence prevails once again. Just for a few moments that feel like centuries.

His expression doesn’t change. “Like what?”

“Ugly! Fat! Disgusting! Don’t you get it? My hair fell out, I have stretchmarks and scars all over my body, my tooth fell out at one point, my boobs are saggy, I don’t feel like taking care of myself. I burst into tears whenever I even remotely look at myself.”

You continue, pointing an accusatory finger at Yoongi and press it into his chest until he winces. “And don’t you fucking get it wrong. I fucking love Jun. I would do it all over again. I love being his mother and there’s nothing, absolutely nothing, that I’d change it for. But nothing prepared me for this. I haven’t gone out, I haven’t done anything. I bring Jun to daycare and pick him up and that’s it.”

You start backing away from him. Lips still quivering and brows furrowed in hurt.

As you approach your bed, you sink down. Bury your face in your palms. Sob a little. “But then we started being intimate again and you made me feel so beautiful. So wanted. I didn’t see it coming at all. Like everything I was seeing was a lie and everything you saw was the undeniable truth.”

You take a shaky breath to continue, “I meant it when I said I wanted the baby, that was never a lie. I wouldn’t lie about that. But as we kept having sex, you just…” you sniff, “made me so addicted to the way you made me feel. Made me feel so good physically but also like I was the most beautiful woman on the planet.”

Your eyes involuntarily shift up to meet his but in the instance you do, you regret it.

He’s frowning. Black eyes staring you down. Arms crossed over his chest. Looks like his mind is racing at a million miles a minute.

You drop your head again, hurt coating your voice. “I got scared. Scared that I’d get pregnant when I was finally starting to gain some of my self esteem back. Scared that I’d have to end our arrangement and we wouldn’t have that anymore. That I wouldn’t see you anymore.” You steal another glance at him before shifting your eyes back to the floor. His face is still the same. “I decided to get birth control the day before the award ceremony. I swear, I just wanted to delay the pregnancy only by a month or two. I just wanted to feel okay for a little while longer.”

It’s quiet. Really quiet. Your vision is blurry. Makes the floor look like a pool of blood thanks to the bordeaux rug. Makes his feet look like two hazy clouds.

You hold your heart when he finally speaks up. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

Ugh.

He doesn’t get it. He will never understand. Never.

“Because it’s humiliating! It’s embarrassing. I…” You exhale deeply in an attempt to compose yourself. “I’m ashamed, okay? The man that once saw me as the queen of the world has to see me come down to this? I didn’t want you to think of me as this… this pathetic, insecure woman. I didn’t want you to think ‘is this really what I once loved?’.”

The frown on his brows deepens. He kind of looks genuinely offended but still tries to keep the rest of his expression as neutral as possible. He’s failing, though.

Not possible when the line between his brows looks deeper than the Pacific Ocean. When his lips twitch like he wants to yell. When the veins in his neck look like they want to pop out of his skin.

You take a deep breath after the explanation. Hang your head down. Wipe your tears with your palms. Sniff quietly. Allow a soft sob to escape your system—which makes your frame tremble slightly.

All those days, weeks, months that you spent hating yourself. Mourning the you that once was. Mourning the Yoongi that loved you.

It all comes back to you in the form of tears. Sobs. Pain.

It’s so quiet that you hear him preparing to speak. The way his lips kiss his teeth. Clears his throat. He says your name. Once. Twice. Sighs when you don’t react.

Then he gently places your phone in your lap.

Mom

Missed call (5)

You sniff and wipe your nose clean. You clear your throat and dial her number. Hold your phone to your ear. Sigh softly before you let out a croaky, “hello?”

Yoongi turns his back to you. Sighs loudly as he runs his hands through his hair and tries to process all the information you just dumped on him.

Your mother sounds distressed on the other side of the line. “What the hell took you so long?”

“Sorry, I was in the showe–”

“Stop, stop,” your mom pauses. “You need to get to the hospital right now.”

Your heartbeat stutters in its rhythm. You shoot up from your seat right away. The back of your phone becomes slimy from the amount of sweat your palm has produced.

Goosebumps pop out of the upper layer of your skin. “What? The hospital? What happened?” The turmoil in your soul makes all of your limbs shiver.

Yoongi’s head snaps towards you. Horror is written all over his face. Lips parted in shock and body frozen in a state of panic.

“Just get here. I don’t want you to drive recklessly.”

You reach for your clothes as you tilt your head to your shoulder to keep the phone trapped as you slide your pants onto your legs. “Mom! I’m gonna drive recklessly now anyway! Tell me what happ– Oh, God. Is it Jun? Did something happen? What happ–”

Your mother cuts you off. “Stop it! Just get here.”

“Mom, I swear, you’re gonna tell me what the hell happened to Jun right no–”

A big pair of hands grab you by the shoulders and shake you out of your state of panic. At least they try to. Your eyes shift up, meeting black concerned eyes that are begging you to just listen to your mother for a moment.

The other line goes silent. Just for a few seconds.

“Jun had a seizure.”

To be continued.

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[tcfactory]

Shameless Self Promotion Saturday Sunday Monday!

We make a post and show off what cool stuff we created over the past week. Art, Screenshots, writing (anything from a questionnaire about your OC to the 100K epos...) anything we do is worth to be seen and to be promoted. And by tagging people, commenting, and reblogging, we share the love and boost ourselves and other's confidence.

tagged by @flushwithdarlings

tagging: @mysteryteacup and anyone who might want to do this

I'm cheating a little bit, because I have finished Sky Ballet last week, but it's a pretty heavy two-shot that's technically a companion fic to a (currently) much lighter fic I have been working on, so I'll pretend that it counts.

minor shoutout to @decepticonsensual, because I found the beginnings of this story in a dream last year when I was in writing burnout and, not having any Transformers friends, I sent a kinda random ask to the coolest TF person I know of with the cliffnotes of the basic premise and they were really nice about it, so. Here's to you, for having been an Inspiration with your stories and meta posts and analyses ever since I found this fandom. Keep being awesome!

It's my personal continuity soup where Orion Pax (who is a Good Person and a Decent Cop) gets a gruesome look at the systemic Horrors that plague his world, but due to his position in said system he can't see how deep it all goes and doesn't have the tools to make things better even when he tries.

Or: Cybertron's society is built on pain and suffering from the lowest bloodsport to the pinnacle of performing arts. It takes Optimus too long to realize that this is by design.

(Warning for canon typical violence, background character death, slavery, implied nonconsensual body modification... if you've read anything from the IDW run this is the standard issue Horrors)

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Sky Ballet

Pax considers himself a good mech and a decent cop. An honest worker (he never shuns responsibility, even when it means drudging through boring patrols on an overcast day), someone looking out for the vulnerable (even when that means looking the other way while a hungry mech swipes a cube) and doing his best for the less fortunate (he can’t reject the shanix the crooked senators slip into his hands, not if he wants to still be a cop tomorrow or the day after, but money likes moving and it’s easy enough to let it slip into a donation box here and a grasping hand there). He can’t show support to Megatron’s revolutionaries, not openly, but when another demand comes by to investigate them he can do things by the book, which might as well be the same thing. He’s not sure that they are utilizing only peaceful means to protest as Megatron claims, but if there is violence happening then they are doing a very good job of making it happen somewhere Orion can’t see, hear, or connect it back to them through wild conjuncture, which is good enough.

After the three-ring circus that was Zeta Prime’s sentencing (long, drawn out and completely pointless, considering the mech was already dead), he thinks that the oppressed underclass deserves to be a little angry and break a building or three.

Still, being friendly with the Iacon elite allows Orion to occasionally overhear a few rumors that don’t make it out of the highest circles of society and one of those rumors is very relevant to Megatron and his mechs. Relevant enough that for the first time ever, Orion braves visiting the gladiator in the heart of his realm, the infamous Pits of Kaon.

The arena is situated in the best part of Kaon, the high rise where the air is cleanest, the noxious fumes drifting from the lower city dispersed by the heavy turbines that keep the skybound city of Vos hovering just a little to the east. What could illustrate better the benefits of the place than the fact that Vos’ sacred national performing venue, the venerated Vosian Sky Ballet was situated right above the bloodied sands of the arena? Indeed it’s not uncommon for the wealthiest patrons of the Pits to take to the sky in gilded private transports and rise right up to the lavishly decorated venue of the ballet after the gladiatorial matches are concluded for the day, to feed their intellect after slaking their thirst for blood.

Orion Pax has, naturally, known this already. He's good at his job when he wants to be, so he even had the privilege of watching the Sky Ballet once or twice, although he only ever arrived strictly from the direction of Vos. It’s considered improper to make upstanding Iaconi folk approach from the direction of Kaon, even if the upper city isn't that much worse than the part of Iacon Orion lives in.

He still isn’t prepared to see the glittering dots of gem-colored jets dance high up in the sky as he walks down the aisles towards the arena floor. Afternoon is the time for practice, both above and below, and he finds Megatron going through a series of stretches near the front of the fighting floor. This time slot is clearly reserved for the champions, as the only other mechs occupying the chalky sands are Soundwave and his minicons, but unlike Megatron, the lanky gladiator doesn’t seem to take training too seriously. He moves his data cables as if they were slithering snakes, wiggling and snapping at Rumble and Frenzy, tickling them until they dissolve into staticky laughter when he catches them.

Orion watches them play for a while until Megatron finishes his warmups, notices him loitering in the stands and waves him down to their own level.

“Officer Pax. What do we owe the pleasure of your presence?” Megatron is cordial as ever when they are out in public, never cold enough to be inhospitable and never warm enough that an ambitious snoop could misconstrue their interaction as friendly. It takes Orion by surprise to be treated so distantly, but before he can start feeling upset over it he realizes that Megatron has no way to know that he comes as a friend today and not as a cop haranguing them.

“I come as just Orion today.” Megatron inclines his head slightly, accepting this claim for now. “I didn't mean to intrude on your time, but I have heard something that might be important.”

The jets on high do a maneuver so close to the ground that Orion can see their glittering cockpits, their engines drowning out all sound. When they pass Megatron gestures for him to continue.

“Go on. I don't have all day.”

“Is it true that you made it impossible for Senator Ratbat to buy a ticket to the arena?” It’s becoming something of a circus, if it is indeed true. Apparently Senator Ratbat has been fruitlessly trying to get a ticket to the showmatches for vorns now, but no matter how much shanix he offers, what channels he goes through or which swindler he threatens, the ticket refuses to materialize. If someone tries to gift him one, it gets deleted during transfer. If he shows up in person, every ticket is already sold out for that event, even for the standing spots where you can’t really see anything anyway, and no mech is willing to give up their spot no matter how he threatens or bribes them. Just last orn he tried to sneak into a match in disguise, only to be mistaken for a criminal and taken away in handcuffs right from the entrance. It has become so ridiculous that the crowds are starting to think it’s just part of the kayfabe, some staged event to drive up interest.

Orion, in the privacy of his processor, thinks that it must be one of Soundwave’s more obscure hobbies to bully the Senator. Some of the incidents - like the one where Ratbat paid an exorbitant amount of money to buy out every seat in the arena for a whole week, only for the purchase to turn into one ticket to the cheapest seat in a grindcore concert - are too much like his sense of humor to be coincidental.

Megatron answers something, but his voice is drowned out by the shriek of jet engines. What tips Orion off that this isn’t just the usual aerial stunt is when the minicons run to seek shelter under Soundwave’s broad wing-arms, just a moment before a seeker comes crashing into the sands in a jumbled heap of limbs, their vents belching smoke.

Orion jumps and twitches towards the mech, his crisis protocols urging him to help, but he runs straight into Megatron’s upheld arm. “Don’t bother, it’s already dead.”

“How can you know that?! We need to check! There might still be a way to-” He falls silent when a claw is held up in front of his face in the common gesture asking him to wait a moment.

“Is it Starscream?” Megatron doesn’t even look back, his voice bored as he calls out to the minicons.

“Nah, this one’s green.” Rumble transforms one arm into a piledriver and with an ingenious move knocks a whole bunch of sand over the seeker to stop its engines from burning. “Do you want it?”

“Frag no. Get rid of it like usual. I don’t want any trash in my arena tonight.” Megatron waits for their cheerful confirmation before he turns his attention back to Orion. “As I was saying…”

Orion can hear Megatron’s words, but they don’t compute. His eyes are still glued to the dead seeker, now held up in Soundwave’s cables as he examines it - her - for parts that are not too burnt to be repurposed. As he watches in horror, the gladiator very deliberately rips off the head and hands it to Frenzy. After a moment, he does the same with the left arm and hands it off to Ravage, who comes slinking out of the shadows. After longer consideration, he cuts open the partially melted abdominal glass and pulls out the slightly scorched t-cog and a mostly intact fuel pump and carefully places them in Rumble’s arms. Following a silent command, the minicons go running off to take their bounty to Hook and whatever other hacksaw is on medic duty this cycle and Soundwave starts dragging the greying cadaver towards the incinerator they use to dispose of dead gladiators that are too damaged to be worth salvaging. It’s an old thing, possibly as old as the Pits themselves, and it whines and gurgles like a dying turbofox when it’s in operation.

Orion realizes with a start that Megatron is clicking his claws at him again when the ringing of the incinerator clears from his audials. “Get yourself together, Pax. One would think this is the first time you see a dead mech.”

“Does this happen often?” Orion asks weakly. Megatron, coming to the conclusion that he won’t be useful to him until he rallies himself a bit, starts dragging him off to the edge of the stands.

“All the damn time. It’s a quiet orn where we only get a dozen of the stupid things dropping on our heads.” Megatron presses Orion to sit on a low bench, produces a badly dented cup from somewhere and pours him a generous helping of industrial grade from his internal refinery, which is possibly the only source of energon in the entire complex that’s guaranteed not to be contaminated.

Orion, still feeling numb, drinks up when the cup is shoved into his hand. It tastes vaguely like chalk. “Your internal filters need to be changed,” he notes absently.

“A lot of my components need to be changed. Tell me something I don’t know.”

“Ratbat plans to sneak into the audience tonight as Chief Justice Subparhelion’s plus one,” Orion says, because there’s no way Megatron knew that. He came here specifically to tell him about it. He figured that whatever the reason why Soundwave goes to such lengths to keep Ratbat out, it must be at least a little important.

“Wonderful. Heard that, Soundwave?” Megatron calls over his shoulder. Soundwave keeps standing at the incinerator where he disposed of the dead seeker, showing no outward sign that he heard, but that’s just how the mech is. Megatron turns back to Orion, so whatever Soundwave told him was satisfying as an answer. “So much for not having any trash in my arena tonight. We will need to redo the entire schedu-”

His words are drowned out by the loud whine of the incinerator and Orion looks up just in time to see Soundwave pull one of his arms - melted and flattened, its servos and circuitry completely fused together - from the machine. “Megatron, Soundwave has- !”

Megatron, clearly done with his wandering attention, grabs Orion’s face and turns it back towards himself, just as calm as he was a klik before.

“Well, what else was he supposed to do? He can’t be seen up here or Ratbat will repossess him and the only way he can sit out the circus tonight is if he’s too damaged to fight or perform.”

Orion Pax watches in horror as Soundwave stiffly walks towards the barracks, flashing his visor at them in acknowledgment as he passes by. “Ratbat is the representative Senator of Iacon; the citystate doesn’t allow for slaves. He can’t take Soundwave.”

Megatron huffs, coincidentally displacing a fine cloud of chalk dust from his vents.“Soundwave isn’t a slave. You need to be considered a sentient mech by Iaconi standards to be considered a slave, which he is not. He’s ‘specialized equipment’.”

Orion stares at him, uncomprehending. The only three things required to be considered a sentient mech in Iacon are a spark (which he knows Soundwave has), a t-cog (he has seen Soundwave transform before) and- “Megatron. Are you telling me that Soundwave doesn’t have a brain module?!”

Megatron winces at the sudden audial-splitting volume and catches the cup as it falls from Orion’s numb fingers. “Not so loud… the law stipulates that sentience requires at least 68% of one intact brain module capable of emotional processing. Soundwave has seventeen partial brain modules split along his nervous core, all of them butchered the exact amount to maximize processing power without fulfilling the criteria for sentience and none of which are independently capable of processing emotions. When he’s not being lazy and piggybacking off somebody else’s hardware, he simulates a virtual copy of the standard emotional processing framework and filters his emotional experiences through that.” Megatron shrugs, like this entire thing isn’t complete madness. Like it’s a normal thing that his Amica’s self is made up of seventeen mangled brain modules stapled together. “He falls so far outside of the measurement criteria that even Swindle couldn’t get him an exemption. If he was a slave, at least he could be the official property of the Pits and I wouldn’t have to worry about Ratbat snatching him away.”

Orion thinks he makes a sound of distress as his processors struggle to comprehend that Soundwave is in such a precarious position that he would be safer as a slave. Megatron misunderstands his distress and pats him over the shoulder.

“We are grateful for this information, Pax. We owe you one.”

Orion doesn’t want their gratitude. He doesn’t want them to owe him. He wants the world to go back to the way it was the day before, when it still made sense.

He’s still so hung up on Soundwave by the time he leaves that he forgets to ask about the dead seekers falling from the sky.

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Senator Ratbat makes headlines the next day because the overworked transport he shares with the Chief Justice falls asleep on the highway and crashes into the river at full speed just outside Velocitron. Orion listens to his colleagues gossip about the Senator being cursed as he files away the new revolutionary pamphlets demanding the right to unionize to prevent more accidents like this, and thinks about how many contingencies one must need to protect someone who’s not recognized as a person. It’s a shame, he can’t help but think, that only the Senator survived. He liked Chief Justice Subparhelion.

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The next time Orion visits the arena Megatron is absent, but he finds Soundwave basking in the sun, his solar panels spread out all around him. His arm is brand new, the paint a shade off from the rest of his plating. Perhaps a little grateful for that tip about Senator Ratbat, Soundwave tolerantly throws him around for a bit under the guise of sparring (as opposed to intolerantly ripping his limbs off or hacking his brain) before he opens up a quadruple-encrypted comm channel and sends over one lonely ‘?’.

This, at least, is something Orion is already familiar with and doesn’t hesitate to ask. “Can you tell me what that was about last time? The thing with the seeker.” He knows better than to ask about Soundwave himself. He feels much too attached to his limbs to risk it.

Soundwave tilts his head to the side, as if considering the question, then proceeds to throw Orion around for another 20 kliks just for fun before he sends over an encrypted file.

This is how he really learns about the Vosian Sky Ballet.

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Imagine a highly specialized frame, streamlined to the smallest component. Balanced down to the most insignificant bolt, manufactured only from the purest alloys. Now mass produce seventeen thousand of them each vorn to maintain undisputed aerial supremacy over Praxus, forcing the latter to halt its production of flight frames altogether, because they could simply not keep up with the competition.

These are the seekers, the elite guard patrolling Cybertron’s skies. Vos’ pride and joy.

And they are not allowed to be anything but perfect.

Those that fail to live up to perfection are disposable.

And disposable seekers have only one place to go: the Sky Ballet.

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[If you enjoyed this far, you can read the rest of it HERE on AO3.]

[goldbug127]

Cringe is dead, here is my transformers OC

She's the prettiest girl in the world.

I got the idea of her when I made a random post about Megatron turning into a public bus for fun and then I couldn't get the idea of a bus alt mode out of my head.

Also, since I've been watching Transformers Prime, I've been thinking about how June Darby deserves an autobot friend like all the kids have so I also made her for that as well.

Bus alt mode gives her lots of space for human friends, which I think June would appreciate when she wants to feel close to the kids.

She's non-verbal for autism and PTSD reasons rather than physical injury (I'm absolutely projecting, not for the PTSD, just the autism). And she uses a mix of chirolinguistics/"speaking hand" (a Cybertronian language that is "spoken" through the use of hand contact) and sampled sounds (similar to how Soundwave communicates) to speak to everyone when she wants to.

She also uses a little sign language, but mostly just to call the others over so she can then use speaking hand. This is because one of her optics was damaged when she was younger and she struggles to see when other sign to her.

Some examples of names:

Even though Knightbus does have a sign for her nickname, it is very rarely used since she can hear just fine. I got the idea of Optimus's sign from the fic "A Bee's Last Sound" by Yuukirita. Let's be honest, if you're deep enough in the tf fandom that you're seeing my stuff, you've almost definitely already seen theirs but, if you haven't, what are you doing here? leave my silly little posts and go look at their stuff.

Anyway, Knightbus's very brief backstory because I haven't actually thought that much about it yet:

She was created when gladiators were becoming extremely popular locally and was actually very excited to become one. Originally, she was not too concerned with the strict caste system because of how much she enjoyed what she did.

Unfortunately, during one of her fights, she was severely injured. This is where she damaged her optic, making her partially blind. Due to this injury, it was too dangerous to continue being a gladiator and she was forced into becoming a construction worker - a job that is arguably just as dangerous with her disability but remained one of her only options.

This is when she started thinking more about how much the caste system limited her options. She also continued to watch gladiator fights, which is how she came across Megatron(us). She was deeply inspired by him and very quickly became a decepticon. However, as the revolution continued, she became more concerned about the indiscriminate violence the decepticons showed.

Early in the war, she escaped from the ranks of the decepticons to fight on the side of the autobots instead. She had heard of Optimus Prime through others that had been closer to Megatron and/or had attended the council meeting where he was deemed worthy to be a prime.

After the autobots are forced to scatter across space, she goes to search for Optimus, which is how she ends up on Earth with team prime. :)

I'm gonna make another post about my sibling's OC because this is already quite long. Also I'll definitely be drawing more of Knightbus because I love her already.

[wishingstarinajar]

Hihi, I know you aren't looking to open commissions anytime soon, but do you have any good resources, references, and recommendations for someone wanting to get into the fandom and make their own OC to be able to integrate with the setting and eventually get art done?

^~^;;

I know very little, myself, but a friend has a passion for it and I want to indulge them in RPs, as well as yourself and various other blogs here showing me some high quality husband-quality bots

Any insight and such would be greatly appreciated!

~💖

Putting effort into your friendship, that's very sweet of you!

The best way to get into the Transformers mindset and learn something about it is to either watch one of the series/movies or read the IDW or Skybound comics. The fastest way is, of course, to watch something.

I answered an Ask with suggestions for "beginners" not that long ago which you can check out here:

If you don't mind watching stuff on YouTube, the official Transformers YouTube channel has uploaded episodes of several Transformers series. You can check out their playlists for a series that might tickle your fancy, or your friend has brought up before: https://www.youtube.com/@TransformersOfficial/playlists. Not all series are on there, unfortunately, but you can always put on a pirate hat and take to virtual sea if you don't have access to streaming services hosting these series.

If you don't have the time to watch series/movies or read comics, there is always the TFwiki which hosts info about every character and series in existence, and even does episode/issue summaries. The site may be overwhelming to dig through as a new fandom goer because there is just ssoooo much info to soak up (forty years worth!), but it can be helpful if you need to look something up.

When it comes to drawing the bots or creating your own, I made a post a week ago with two "how to draw Transformers" tutorial links that might be helpful with the creation of an OC:

Under the cut, I'll give some simple basics about the lore usually present in any TF series.

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Transformers are a robotic race called Cybertronians from the planet Cybertron. These large robotic aliens can transform into vehicles or devices and survive on an energy source they call energon.

There are two prominent factions present on Cybertron: the Autobots and the Decepticons. As their name implies, Autobots take on the appearance of (recreational) vehicles like cars or motorcycles to blend in better on Earth (robots in disguise, da da da da daaa) while the Decepticons turn into more destructive (war) vehicles and weaponry like tanks and jets. This is usually the norm but there are some exceptions as there are Decepticons with car alt-modes. And then there are also boomboxes, cassettes and cassette players, memory sticks, and microscope alt-modes, to name a few that aren't vehicle-centered. The options are endless, as long as they serve a purpose.

Unfortunately, the two factions have been at war on Cybertron and neighboring planets for 4 million years, and have nearly depleted the planet(s) of its resources. To survive and hopefully win the war, the Autobots go on a voyage into deep space to try and find more. The Decepticons give chase, only for them all to crashland on Earth and be stuck there.

It takes centuries for them to wake from the crashlanding, but when they do, they find out Earth is an energon utopia and the Decepticons are eager to conquer the planet and take it all for themselves. The Autobots take a stance against them and try to protect Earth and its people, leading to several ties and friendships with humans (but also wobbly alliances).

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Decide which faction your OC is part of and what their alt-mode might be and you already have a good foundation for your character.

Good luck, and have fun!

[jade-green-butterfly]

💚🦋~TFA Jadebutterfly REVAMPED~🦋💚

Okay, some of you may know from my yearly convention weekend, some of you may not, but I am actually a big Transformers fan - especially of the Animated series!😁✨ I did watch Beast Machines on Fox Kids when I was a kid, but it was the Animated series that REALLY got me into the Transformers franchise, around late 2008 and I never looked back - still a big fan to this day~✊🏻😊 I've recently gotten back into RPing TFA with my fellow TF bestie, KaitlinEXE a.k.a @kaitlinexe, which has inspired me to draw and revamp my main TFA OC - Jadebutterfly (Jady for short) who I created back in 2008. And...voila~!🪄Here she is for 2024!🦋 Here are also some examples of her from over the years:

(June 2010)

(August 2018, Cybertron Mode)

(July 2013, featuring Bumblebee headshot~💛🐝)

Wow!😮Comparing my revamped piece to the previous others, I have to say how much I've improved over the years with my skills, TFA style!🤩And Jady 2024 came out just as imagined, with the back view I chose and wanted to try out for her~👏🏻😍 I'm so proud of how it all turned out, that I had the idea of making her wing blades transparent so you could all still see what Jady fully looked like from the back😚👍🏻Also, huge kudos to Kaitlin too, for suggesting the glitter and sparkle effect for her wings~💖🤗 And yes, I do ship Jadebutterfly with my most favourite bot of all time...Bumblebee~!💛🐝💘🦋💚🥰 Hope you all like too, my dears!🫂💞If you have any questions about Jady, please feel free to ask~✌🏻😉Aaah, it feels so good to draw her again after all this time!💗xoxo.

*~Reblogs are also deeply appreciated as well, so please do reblog as well as like! Thank-you kindly!~*

Autobot Jadebutterfly/Jady (c) @jade-green-butterfly (Me~!)

Transformers Animated (c) Derrick J. Wyatt (Passed away in 2021, but never forgotten~💕🙏🏻🪽) & Hasbro

[nshtn]

SITS UP

Wesker to start of course

Extreme logorrhea ahead. I doubt anyone will read this to the end. If you do, you'll get a gift.

How I feel about this character

Fundamentally broken genius of a teleological Darwinist. High-functioning psycho-sociopath. Evil mad scientist trope is my guilty favorite. The only thing they could've done any better was give this man reading glasses.

Some people call him a leather/latex daddy. He does dress like one. I don't think he acts like a fatherly figure, but, then, I've never really understood that connotation - I have no reference.

I want to jiggle his face and boop his nose and tuck him in and listen to him talk about genetics and virology for 17 hours straight without a break. I want to run my hand through his hair like I'm rolling to pet the dragon in D&D without getting incinerated. I want to give him his PG67.

I also want his back-to-back letterbox reviews of every virology movie like or similar to Contagion, including Contagion.

I find him "conventionally attractive". My favorite facemodel is RE5. His nose is so cute and his eyebrows are so thick and gosh, he's got such pretty long eyelashes. He's so cute when his hair peeks forward.

And he is so very, very tired.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Chrisker, Weskennedy, Willsker, Weskrauser, Polystars

Some of these aren't published anywhere but my DMs. ↓

Mossy's Mcbridesker, Feng's Jordsker, a particular friend's TRICELL supercomputer OC x Wesker, Starlight's Lancesker, whatever the hell 'researcher' has with him apparently

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Rebecca and Wesker being friends in DBD is cute. I want them to get in a funfact battle toe-to-toe. They should watch shitty movies together because there's nothing better to do.

Heisenberg, Wesker and pre-tf Radames is the ultimate in-universe nightmare blunt rotation and I'd pay to see it.

My unpopular opinion about this character

Albert Wesker is a child trafficking victim...

...of a cryptofascist biotech doom-cult who would've probably been normal if Spencer hadn't targeted him. To erase his past is to forget his most important character trope: he is manufactured. Everything about his life has been intentionally sown into him to create a perfect weapon that relies on the orders of another to act without question.

Spencer forgot that human beings are unpredictable creatures. There is no way to strip a human of humanity with no trace left behind - humanity is curious of what lies beyond the walls. We are not stateful machines.

I haven't really seen anyone else headcanon him as someone with C-PTSD and I think part of this is media pattern avoidance of assigning these traits to the villains - it's "bad rep". The truth is that C-PTSD is a horrifying condition to experience and the way you come out of it can very much result in sociopathy - in fact, I'd wager it's a large contributor (I suffer from C-PTSD, so this isn't something I'm throwing around for edge).

I portray him as someone who desperately struggles to detach himself from the concept of humanity because the concept of humanity has made such a monster out of him that he doesn't believe it holds any value. There's thorns around his heart to protect it and they have bled him out.

Wesker also has to detach himself from others because he's been raised to follow the directive of people with more influence (in any fashion) than him and, thus, the only safe option is to stand alone. To give anyone that power over him will put the strings back in the marionette. I think he would rather die. I don't reflect this in most of my xreader writing for obvious reasons.

Wesker cannot be "pacified".

There is no shivering little boy waiting for you to save him locked behind his eyes after he kills Spencer. You will learn to love scar tissue and recognize aching need portrayed in shades of violence or you will love nothing at all.

He's not an empathetic man. In whatever you do you must remember that this character lacks the ability to relate to others as an immutable trait. It doesn't forbid you from writing Wesker being kind or doing 'kind' things, rather he does not do them out of the same kindness you connotate with human empathy.

In fact, I need to update my sheets to reflect this.

I'd eat my boot if he wasn't a social Darwinist.

I don't really focus on Epic Umbrella Moments very much for obvious reasons (aside from not enjoying writing them).

On the flipside, Wesker has every reason to establish the School again when he cements himself in TRICELL, especially considering his lofty goals of pushing humanity off the edge in favor of something new (to breed these extremist views), but he doesn't. That's very telling, I think, and it's in direct contrast to his own ideology, and that's very very telling.

At the end of the day, he's just a character.

I just like Wesker. I'll read and love all versions of him. No one version of Wesker is """bad""" - all portrayals are another portrayal to choose from, all characterizations explore something new.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

god i would pay for someone to write his response to the c virus. hey man, some guy took your virus and used it for his crazy tf mindbreak bodyhorror fetish-obsession with your most contentious agent, do you want to kill him? please please say yes

I would also pay for his response to T-Abyss. I mean, a bunch of 'civvies' got ahold of T. Is he disgusted? Is he curious? Does he want to hire them? Does he hate it? Did he use it in Uroboros? Does he think about it? Does it bother him???

Does the A Virus bother him???

I want pre-tf Radames and Wesker to interact. I want to see what they'd talk about. Radames was herself obsessed with Simmons - would Wesker immediately clock this behavior pattern?

Mother Miranda and Wesker interacting would be fascinating. Would it lead to an earlier, different Zenobia? Even Spencer and Miranda meeting and talking (again) would be very interesting.

Come to think of it, pretty much every other BBEG of Resident Evil involves a child - Ashford herself (and later Hidalgo), Eveline, Natalia Korda, even Sherry. Wesker has no equivalent of T-Veronica, E, T-Phobos, or G - he never involves children directly. Why? I wish his psyche was explored because the things he doesn't do even when they would benefit him are immensely interesting aspects of him.

Thanks for reading! Here's his most immutable, important, unforgettable, irrefutable, inarguable trait.

[leilanising]

Hello, how are you? I wanted to ask if you could create a drawing of my OC from Transformers One. I really like your art style. Her name is Skybreezy. If you don't want to do this, that's perfectly fine

Hi starlightloona! I'm doing great! How are you?

I honestly have to say, I love your oc, she has such a unique design and such personality! Skybreezy would totally fit right in to a Canon TF show or comic lol

[smoked-salmon-official]

UH. UH-

USE THIS ASK TO INFO DUMP ABOUT VICTORY!!

WHO! WHAT! WHEN! WHERE! HOW! WHY!

RAUGHHHHHHHHH TYSM

okayyyyyyyyyy

yapping ahead !

Victory is a megop fankid/sparkling OC. Victory uses they/them pronouns and turns into a humvee [insert image that im too lazy to grab]. They exist in the TF Dying Light fan continuity, mostly because those megs and OP designs are the ones I'm most comfortable drawing, so I can import aspects from both their designs nicely in. However, they can conceivably exist in any continuity and I'm excited to explore that !

Victory was created entirely on accident, via the Allspark. Either on Earth or in the final days of the war on Cybertron, the Autobots and Decepticons were fighting over the Allspark in typical transformers mcguffin fashion. So, basically, the Allspark is in a capsule that will only open to someone Primus deems worthy, like the sword in the stone. At this point the capsule is sitting dramatically between Megatron and Optimus.

Optimus figures, if I use the Matrix to harmonize with the Allspark, it'll see that Primus chose me to be a Prime, and also the Matrix is from Primus too. It's not his intention, but he also exposes his spark in the process. Megatron sees this and he's like, oh shit. At this point his true wish is still for a better Cybertron, and of course he's Megatron he thinks hes worthy. So he opens up his own spark to try and get it on the same frequency as the Allspark, same Primus magic spark logic thing.

Unfortunately, Primus has shut off the tap of energon at this point and is ignoring all of Cybertron. So the Allspark instead does its intended function - to create new Cybertronian life ! At this point the Allspark hasn't produced new sparks in a long time due to Primus shutting off the tap [like in tf one], but a massive influx of energy from both their sparks and the matrix sort of wakes it up again. So the Allspark absorbs the energy from their sparks and uses it to forge a new kind of spark - one mixed from both of them !

So instead of the Allspark capsule opening up, in the middle of this big, big battle... Out pops a little ass sparkling protoform.

So you can see the problem here. They are fighting a war and neither Optimus nor Megatron want this. They don't want a sparkling nor one they accidentally created with their worse enemy. Neither of them want this.

But... Megatron sees that Victory was made through Allspark magic. If he can't have the Allspark, this is the next best thing and maybe they can figure out a way to extract the energy from their spark. Also, he lowkey wants an heir.

Optimus very much does NOT want this, but he knows he has a reponsibility to any tiny ass kid he finds, and especially now because he made Victory, whether he intended to or not.

So here comes the game of hot potato - the Decepticons take Victory, the Autobots steal them back. This happens for a long ass time. Megatron really wants the Allspark and OP can't have Victory grow up with the Decepticons.

Both of them are very bad parents in different ways - Megs bc he only sees Victory as the annoying middle step between him and the Allspark and OP because let's face it, he knows how to fight a war and he does not know how to raise a child. Also, Victory reminds both of them of each other and both of them hate that.

In the war, they get used a lot too - as a bargaining chip for OP to entice Megatron into peace talks, as something Megatron can threaten for OP to do what he wants, and as a tool to get the rest of Cybertron to fall behind either faction [propaganda, look the allspark sharted out a kid and we have the kid ! follow us !].

But ultimately Victory grows up hating both of the factions for never letting them stay with the people they love and turning them into a weapon/tool/bargaining chip.

And then Cybertron goes dark... And the bots and cons go to Earth...

But. Victory, at this point, is a young adult/teenager and they're fucking tired of everything. So at one pont or another, they slip away, steal a ship, and now, they're a traumatized neutral who hates both factions ...

And one day, yes, they will stumble on Earth and find everyone they hate conveniently in one place ...

[Megs and OP both love Victory in their own ways, but the ways they ultimately express that are very harmful]

Megatron named Victory, because, you know, he likes victory

[mosaicfangs]

Figuring out what I want to do with Winter more. I think this settles it, I'm gonna be doing this frozen, permanently snowdusted hair/mane thing instead of the spines, it has so much more potential for character and distinctiveness (also I wanna give Hailstorm braids). Usually I don't mind spikes bc you can create variations through size/roundness/details/etc but Icewing spikes *have* to be long skinny and straight so...fuck em

Some bonuses of me trying to figure out how tf this shit works

Not sure if giving him scars under the arm braces would push things into You're Just Making Them An OC Now territory or not but I do feel Winter is one of like...2 or 3 characters in the series who might Do That. I'm just a sucker for scars as a visual storytelling device I think

[koorinokujira]

Logs from the OC Database: Sunrise ( TF IDW1)

(Finally decided to make a little introduction post for my main Transformers OC, Sunrise. This will most likely get updated often as I keep reading the IDW comics and learn new information).

The lovely art below is made by the amazing @the-prince-of-vos, aka Akkalis! Thank you again for bringing him to life!

"No matter how far I travel from it, Earth will always be my first and only home. After all, home is where the spark is, eh?"

Bright, loud, cheerful, and so energetic that it causes concern; those are just a few ways that the Autobots have described one of their newest additions to the faction. This friendly, large mech is sure to steal your attention with his cheeky personality, unapologetic love for the things and people he's fond of, along with the desire to do good, no matter how impossible it gets. A skilled fighter with a fondness for learning new things, Sunrise is definitely someone you call when you need a helping hand, or just a friend to talk to.

Names, Nicknames, Designations...

"Sunrise is the name, and brightening up your day is my game!"

Sunrise was a name chosen by himself, shortly after his unceremonious crashlanding to Earth. While it was mostly the natural phenomenon itself along with the color of his frame that inspired the designation, it is also a reference to his late predecessor and doctor, Sunset, and the small sliver of hope he felt that he refused to lose. It holds great significance to him, and he is more than determined to live up to it.

In the past, he was referred to as Aeroflare, or simply "Patient Zero", as he was the first (and only) documented case of a condition simply referred to as an "Acute Partial Spark Disconnect". While he doesn't actively use either of these (the second one for very obvious reasons), some Cybertronians know him as such thanks to the aformentioned Sunset and his Conjunx, Cloudwave, who took care of the unresponsive Sunrise. The name "Aeroflare" was created so they'd have a better way of referring to him.

As for nicknames, those tend to be either shortened or slightly altered versions of his name (Sun, Sunny, etc.). However, some humans have also likened his appearance to that of a moth because of his headshape, finials and the way he folds his wings. Variations of nicknames that include the insect aren't too uncommon thanks to that.

Important Physical Attributes

"You know... I worry about the humans sometimes. I'm pretty good at moving around them, but... what if I step on one on accident?"

Discounting his finials, Sunrise is around 36 feet (10.97 meters) tall. While his exact weight is unknown, he seems to be on the heavier side, despite being a jet. His bulkier, sturdier build easily supports his weight. The main color of his frame is a warm orange, with red, black, and sometimes even yellow/gold as his secondary colors. His face is mainly a lighter, metallic grey, with the sides being a grey-ish white. His optics seem to have a color somewhere between yellow and orange, and are particularly bright in comparison to some other Cybertronians.

Sunrise's alternate mode is based on a Canadair CL-415 plane, which is designed for aerial firefighting. Of course, his altmode is quite a bit smaller than the regular plane (which has the length of rougly 65 ft/19.81 m and a wingspan of rougly 94 ft/28.65 m), so the length of his altmode is almost 36 feet with a wingspan of around 52 ft (15.84 m). So, not as big, but forest fires still cower before him!

As for his weaponry, he prefers to get up close and personal, which tends to mean a blade or two. He eventually gets an inset blade in his right arm. But his firepower is nothing to scoff at, either, as his most used weapons are two massive energy cannons. Those are separate from his body unless he is in his altmode, however. In that case, they tend to take up some space in the compartment where the plane stores water. More often than not, his servos are also an effective weapon because of his large size.

Sunrise's spark is of a bright orange color, which occasionally seems to fade into red or blue.

His holoform is that of a young, tall man with freckled skin and wavy, fiery red hair. His eyes have a very light brown, almost orange color. His physique is nothing short of impressive, and even appears to have some tattoos and scars. Sunglasses are an often used accesorry.

Oddities and Anomalies

"Me? Oh, c'mon! I'm just a regular guy. Or mech? Ah, doesn't matter. Just don't treat me like I'm something special or awesome. Others deserve that more than me."

While Sunrise seems like a fairly regular (albeit tall) mech, many of his fellow Autobots very quickly found out that he's anything but ordinary. After some time of debating, Ratchet eventually classified him as an outlier. Everyone, including Sunrise himself, is still struggling to make sense of how his abilities make sense and come together. Most of them seem to have to do something with the spark itself. These are anomalies that have been verified to happen at least once:

Extreme stamina: While he is not that much stronger than his comrades, everyone will tell you that he can do everything for much longer than anyone else. He does need to refuel more often, but his body seems to distribute it with almost concerning effectiveness. His recharges are short and rare. And as any medic in his vicinity quickly finds out, he doesn't seem to realize when he's tired, either, which tends to result in him collapsing every few days (and sometimes even longer than that) in the middle of whatever he's doing. It has been debated whether this is an actual outlier ability, or some strange side effect of the Acute Spark Disconnect, or the current lack thereof.

Spark-hearing: Sunrise's hearing is already extremely good (purely through meddling with his audials and processors), but this ability is something completely different. It is a type of hearing focused purely on sparks; as he himself puts it, every spark has its own unique rhythm that can tell you a few things about its owner, and he insists he can hear it even without the use of any external tools. This was already a bit strange, but it got all the stranger when he admitted that from Optimus' Prime he not only hears a beat, but a melody as well. A short experiment proved that even when he was deprived of regular hearing, he could still hear sparkbeats of others around him with incredible accuracy. He never really divulges what exactly the rhythm tells him, but he has been known to be more perceptive to the moods of others, and many internal ailments have also been discovered when he noticed that someone's spark beats "wrong".

Spark-meld: So far, there has (luckily) only been one instance of this happening. An occassion where Sunrise's spark completely melded with two others despite a ridiculous distance between them. This essentially allowed him to "be" those other two mechs, as he heard, saw and felt all they did, and he even had access to their memories. It was, of course, an overwhelming and traumatizing affair that he had zero control over, and whenever he speaks about it, he insists that he wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy.

Faction and Role

"Mhm, I'm a proud Autobot! Whatever that means..."

Sunrise is an Autobot, though he could have been counted as neutral for a few years. He takes loyalty to his allies incredibly seriously, but he doesn't mind extending a friendly hand to a Decepticon that wishes to redeem themselves. He's quite disconnected from the entire conflict, and has been known to abide by a certain moral and honor code (such as not killing an opponent who cannot fight back).

As for his role in the faction, he is somewhat of a universal helper. He doesn't mind doing menial tasks if it means everything runs smoothly, and often goes around asking others whether they need help with something. He's an avid learner, so he slowly becomes a jack of all trades over the years, with a bit more focus on medical support as Ratchet teaches him how to help others. He's also unanimously considered to be a morale booster, as he's a great listener and his positivity is infectious to most.

Personality

"Well 'course I'm all happy and smiley! I'm not named after the Sun for nothing!"

On the outside, Sunrise is a bright, happy-go-lucky mech that often acts before he thinks. Boisterous and sometimes even a bit mischievous, he unapologetically goes through life doing whatever makes him the happiest. He's a friendly chatterbox, and every room is full of him once he enters. While he is a tad annoying to some, most don't say anything, as he's too endearing to interrupt while he speaks. However, this also often has the effect of some thinking he's a mech of the... simpler variety, and that he's very naive, which he most certainly isn't.

However, this bright exterior hides many complexeties, many of which aren't exactly happy ones. He often feels disconnected from his fellow Cybertronians and the entirety of their conflicts, leaving him feeling left out and lonely. Thanks to his previous ailments, he has missed much, and so he struggles to keep up with his peers. He rarely shows it, but his self-esteem is quite low and he tends to put others miles above himself. His ability to express negative emotions is also not the greatest, which he usually resolves by walking out of the conflict and losing himself in one physical activity or another. As more and more fellow Autobots come to him with their troubles, he feels trapped and a need to constantly appear strong, until he finally reaches a breaking point.

Some traumas have left him with some underlying feelings of paranoia, and he often needs guidance because he feels lost. Anger issues have been a problem in the past, not so much now.

Interests

"Did you know-"

If you ask Sunrise about what he likes the most, he'll probably pretend he's thinking for a few seconds, before he excitedly yells out "Earth!" or "Humans"! If it's related to our dear blue planet, he'll adore it, or at least be interested. He finds humans to be extremely adorable, even after years of living among them, and will talk your audial (or ear, if you have those) off about this or that human culture, or express his admiration for their inventiveness.

But his interests don't just stop with humans, as he's really into learning about nature, particularly animals. Nature documentaries are his favorite genre of film, and Sir David Attenborough may as well be a saint to him. His favorite books are sappy romances and he mostly likes upbeat, energetic music genres. The only exception are chansons, which have a calming effect on him.

He's also always interested in learning more about the home planet he never really got to know, and talking with older Cybertronians about what they've seen.

Tinkering with whatever he gets his hands on is therapeutic to him. It only becomes concerning when he learns more of Cybertronian anatomy and tries to give himself strange upgrades...

Relationships

"Hi there! No need to be scared, I'm harmless, just really big! Wanna be friends?"

The jet makes a point to always start out friendly and respectful when meeting someone, and to not judge a book by its cover. He considers all Autobots to be his friends, and tries to give a chance even to some Decepticons when they seem harmless.

He has a talent for awakening something akin to paternal instincts in most older mechs, which often causes humorous misunderstandings and someone always being there to try to teach him about this and that. This effect was always particularly strong with Ironhide, Kup, and even Ratchet to some extent, as he feels responsible for his wellbeing.

Sunrise is quite close with Optimus Prime and Ratchet and trusts them with everything. Hot Rod and Jazz are always welcome company to him, and he later also becomes good friends with Drift, with an extended friendliness and respect to the other Wreckers.

His relationship with Ultra Magnus is cordial, though it can't be said they're the best of friends considering Sunrise's ignorance of most laws and tendency for harmless mischief.

The only Autobot Sunrise has a fairly bad relationship with is Prowl. At the start, the both genuinely despise each other, until Sunrise lets it go and is satisfied with driving Prowl up to wall with his antics and witty banter. No one really knows where they stand in their relationship currently, and everyone is too afraid to ask.

An important part of Sunrise's inner circle is also a very unlikely friend; a troubled Decepticon seeker named Dustbite, with whom he forms an unlikely friendship based on them both sparing each other's lives. With mutual respect and understanding, their bond eventually becomes so deep that they become each other's Amica Endurae.

As for who he cares more than just a friend... well, only time will tell.

Other Fun Facts

When it comes to the chansons, Sunrise's favorite singer is Jacques Brel.

He himself is a fairly talented singer, though he mostly just hums to himself.

Sunrise's Cybertronian somehow has a vaguely Canadian accent.

He speaks Hand very fluently and uses it to express himself when speaking is difficult.

Even though he seems very innocent, the mech swears like a sailor when he can, even making horrible amalgamation of human and Cybertronian swear words and insults.

He dislikes Primus, blaming him for his previous illness.

Later on, he becomes a good friend and "calming agent" to Fortress Maximus.

He uses his (usual) enhanced hearing to check malfunctions in all sorts of machinery, including cables running through walls. However, he still struggles to find an appropriate way to announce it. "I hear it in the walls" is not something he should say to alert someone of a fried cable, he's been told.

His optics can get blindingly bright when he's very happy. On the other hand, they grow dim when he's feeling under the weather.

His voice claim is Canadian actor Ryan Reynolds.

Story/Story Involvement

(Empty for now... but some short scenes and chapters from his life will hopefully come soon).

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Alright lets talk abt my group of ocs I call the sibling ocs

NOTE 1: all ocs will be the sibling of one of the canon TWST characters

Note 2: all imgs are made using picrews

1. Atlas AKA the child that's a ghost (TW: Talk of death due to me talking abt how Atlas died)

the first sibling oc who I created one night by bc I thought it was a good idea, and not only is he Riddle's younger brother but he's dead and is a ghost that follows around Riddle.

(first img is the first img I made for Atlas (Left in that img))

some info:

he was born a year after Riddle

their mom viewed as not worth her time as he wasn't as good as Riddle and was often ignored and neglected

he's meat trey and che'nya

he has a white rabbit plushie from Riddle and it's most treasured item

Atlas can choose when he's visible and most of the time he's not visible

Unfortunately cant touch other ppl cause classic they'll phase right through you or whatever logic

How he died: so basically with help from others (thanks to those ppl I probably wouldn't have chosen how died if not for u) it was decided that one night a robber broke into the house to steal stuff and Atlas happened to be attempting to sneak food from the kitchen at that time the robber and Atlas happen to cross paths and the robber not wanting any witnesses (idk if this shit realistic but whatever no one cares) decided to stab Atlas in the chest and leave him bleeding on the floor

now a great thought someone else in the twst discord server I'm in had and I'm going be sharing is that Atlas' death would have reinforced Riddle view of that rules should be followed or else there's going to be bad consequence since Atlas was breaking the rules when his murder happened

on to some less grim stuff I think that at some point (I was thinking after the che'nya encounter) Yuu, Grim, Ace, and Deuce meet Atlas and Atlas brings up how ppl are mad at his brother or how his brother is attacking like their mother and the four are like who tf is ur brother and are then hit with bomb that is finding out that the housewarden has a younger brother who is dead and is ghost who's been following him around

honestly was thinking about having Riddle not notice Atlas' presence until during or after his overblot

There's a bit more I can share but I'll leave that for later

2. Eddy

Eddy is Ruggie's twin brother

yes this oc was originally made in GL2 blame my school wifi for not allowing me to go on picrew

info abt him:

He was horrified by what Leona did to Ruggie during his OB

He's in the spelldrive club

his unique magic/signature spell allows him to turn invisible

He teases Jack

He has scars on his arm and one on his forehead that he got from his childhood

I imagine that he has habits that were caused by how he grew up like maybe being a cautious spender

He'd be annoying little shit to pretty much everyone except like Leona bc money

too lazy to type this stuff up:

Alright time for the two with the least lore

3. Amir

don't judge for the name I just found it online I thought it was good so I used anyway he's Jamil's older brother

alright info :

he usually works with Kalim's younger siblings

he didn't really like when Jamil had to start doing the poison testing for Kalim's food

the adults are testing his patience

he doesn't like how Kalim got into NRC and he's feelings about Kalim are complected

Amir works his hardest to make it possible for Jamil and Najma to have opportunities he didn't have

I have an idea that I'm not sure about using and that is that he has magic and was accepted into a arcane academy but for some reason doesn't go maybe it involved Kalim's parents and/or his own

4. Anubis

he's the older brother of Sebek though Sebek's conical older brother and older sister still exist cause I wanted them to and I didn't want to make an oc who technically already exists

I dont have much lore for him other than he's a year older than Sebek and he's also in diasomnia and he teases Sebek (like a good older brother) also I named him after an Egyptian god because Sebek is one letter off from Sobek

Post abt the fifth oc coming soon but bc reasons they get their own post