#IDW Transformers

[orangesavannah]

I can finally show what I worked on for @medicalgradezine ! So here's an angsty Chromedome for your enjoyment!

[tailgate-is-afraid]

@whirl-of-polyhex @tailgates-loverboy

he hasnt realised hes dating them

original by @/hairscare

[megatronstits]

mtmte & lost light sillies [ part 18 ]

[giant-tardigayde]

More than Meets the Eye x Prelude to Ecstasy

[pompadourrguy]

id kill for some extra slutty rodimus man, do with that what u will

oops :3 complete under the cut

mf trying to hide his valve when the mess has already been made, incredible

reblogs appreciated :3

[starscreamers]

[evieeion]

new truckling designs just dropped!!! arcee and rod r siblingism to me together they annoy the hell outta megatron 🩷

[starkysa]

[silangangsinaya]

although optimus probably loves them equally i think rodimus is very obviously the eldest son while bumblebee gives eldest daughter. idk if that makes sense

[scarlett-ggv]

LITTLE DAILY FLIRTATIONS

Wheeljack x reader

(I'm sorry if there is something that is not understood, the translator was never my friend.)

When you arrived at the Autobots' base, Wheeljack wasn’t the first to catch your attention. Not because he was easy to overlook, but because he was always buried in his lab, lost among tools, sparks, and projects only he understood. From a distance, you observed him with a mix of curiosity and caution. He seemed absorbed in his own world, his visor glowing as his large, skillful hands assembled parts with astonishing speed.

You thought he was the typical isolated scientist, the genius who preferred talking to circuits rather than people. But it only took watching him interact with others to know that wasn’t true. Wheeljack had a peculiar charisma, a spark of excitement in his voice whenever he talked about his inventions. He was kind and playful, yet he knew when to be serious. Even if his explosive experiments got him into trouble more times than he could count.

You didn’t have a real conversation with him until you were asked to oversee the progress of a crucial device for the Autobots' mission. When you entered his lab, he greeted you with a casual, "Hey," barely looking up from his project. His tone was relaxed, free of unnecessary formalities. Just a simple greeting, yet something in his voice carried the warmth of someone who, without truly knowing you yet, was already letting you into his world.

You smiled and glanced around before stepping closer to the large table where the half-built device rested. Its exposed wires and intricate mechanisms piqued your curiosity immediately. You leaned in slightly to examine it without touching, but just enough for Wheeljack to notice your interest.

What happened next caught you off guard. Instead of being annoyed or ignoring you, he started explaining. His voice brimmed with enthusiasm, his excitement tangible in every word. He didn’t look at you, but he spoke about its function, the materials, the improvements he still had in mind. And you listened. Without realizing it, the conversation flowed effortlessly, and from that day on, moments with Wheeljack became part of your routine. You enjoyed watching him work, the way his metal fingers handled tiny components with impeccable precision. Sometimes you helped by handing him tools; other times, you just sat nearby, absorbing the contagious energy with which he spoke about his projects. The image of the solitary scientist faded quickly when you discovered that, in reality, he loved sharing his knowledge especially with you.

It didn’t take long for you to realize Wheeljack wasn’t just brilliant in his lab. He was also a warrior. You had seen him in battle quick, cunning, using his intellect as much as his strength. He wasn’t just a defenseless inventor; he was a fighter with a spark of determination burning inside him.

And so, without planning it, without even seeking it, he became a part of your life. Someone you laughed with, spent long hours in the lab with, someone with whom the connection formed so naturally that no one at the base took long to notice the obvious.

By the end of the day, everyone knew Wheeljack already had his own human. As they liked to say.

You were no longer the newcomer at the base. You knew everyone, you had found your place, and if someone asked where you were, the answer was almost always the same: with Wheeljack.

You walked through the hallways with a lively step, already accustomed to the sparks and hums coming from his lab. You entered without announcing yourself, as always, with the confidence of someone who already belonged in that space. Wheeljack stood with his back to you, engrossed in a floating hologram filled with symbols and codes you couldn’t understand.

He barely turned when he heard the door close behind you.

—Oh, you’re here. Look at this —he said, his voice brimming with that endless excitement.

Without waiting for a response, he moved toward a corner of the lab, pushing tools and tangled cables aside with the ease of someone who worked in chaos as if it were order. He grabbed a stool and dragged it next to you. A silent invitation for you to sit.

He turned off the hologram and replaced it with another projection, this time focused on an object resting on the table. His movements were excited yet measured, his energy contagious as he arranged everything to show you his latest creation.

You sat down, watching him with curiosity. He placed the object in front of you, as if offering you a secret, then moved behind you. You smiled, slightly furrowing your brows. He wasn’t one to invade others' personal space, but this time, he didn’t seem to notice—too focused on his demonstration.

Without touching you, he leaned in and placed a glass box over the device. Instinctively, you looked up and found his face closer than expected. A blue glow flickered in his visor.

Then, with a light touch on your shoulder to get your attention, he gestured toward the device. He pressed a button connected to a tangled wire, and immediately, the small object released a cloud of purple smoke.

Your frown deepened as you tilted your head.

The smoke didn’t escape the glass box, contained in its transparent prison until, with a quiet mechanical hiss, a hidden vacuum in the table sucked it away entirely.

For safety, you assumed.

—What is it? —you asked, not taking your eyes off the strange device.

He looked proud. A lopsided smile appeared on his face as he took a few steps, picking up the object with the ease of someone who knew every piece as if it were part of him.

It wasn’t arrogant pride, but that vibrant spark that came when he talked about his creations, when he held something new in his hands with the certainty that it would work. His smirk, almost challenging, came naturally as he lifted the device, holding it with the delicacy of someone who knew all its secrets.

He tilted his head slightly to look at you, a mischievous glint in his optics.

—It doesn’t have a name yet —he said with a calmness that contrasted with the excitement in his voice.

His long, metal fingers slid over the circuits as he dismantled a piece with precise movements. He wasn’t looking at you, but his presence surrounded you, a palpable energy in the air, charged with the faint metallic scent of his lab.

—Its function is to release a smoke that can disable enemies —he continued, expertly turning a tiny mechanism as if it were part of him.

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at your lips as you narrowed your eyes fondly.

—The mechanism already regulates the amount of smoke it releases in set rounds —he murmured while grabbing a screwdriver and adjusting a valve with a swift motion—. Now I just need to test its quality and effectiveness.

You watched him in silence, but he already knew. With every slight tilt of his head, with the way he moved around you without invading your space but still staying close, Wheeljack made it clear how comfortable he felt with you there.

—Tell me, Wheeljack… can you really make someone weak and unable to move with just one round of that?

Wheeljack nodded, focused on adjusting a component.

—Yeah, if the energy is calibrated right and applied at the right moment, I can make sure they don’t get up for a good while.

You smirked, your gaze trailing up and down his frame as you arched an eyebrow. He was still leaning over the table, completely oblivious.

—Mmh… and can the device do that too?

Wheeljack froze for a second. You could see the exact moment his processor made the connection, when the subtle trap in your words caught him. His optics flickered, his gaze shifting between you and the device in his hands. You smiled with the purest innocence.

He let out a brief, nervous laugh but tried to compose himself immediately. A failed attempt. His body language betrayed him—the slight stiffness in his servos, the way his fingers gripped the device a little too tightly.

—Yes, uh… well, also… —he muttered, looking away, suddenly very interested in anything else.

He tried to regain control, to pretend your comment hadn’t affected him. He pointed randomly toward a table cluttered with tools.

—Pass me that.

He didn’t specify what. A desperate attempt to change the subject.

You followed his gesture and saw a screwdriver. Narrowing your eyes in amusement, you moved with deliberate slowness, smiling even more.

—Of course.

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The Y/N in his mind:

When I learn the verb to be I won't say anything but there will be signs JAJAJAJAJ I LOVE U WHEELJACK - EL TRADUCTOR ME TIENE HARTA MALPARID,

SHOULD I PLACE ORDERS!??!?!??!!?!?

[rodimaxxing]

They’re my everything ❤️

[leeneenia]

Mini Ratchet

[ortebcalainart]

You've seen the ink-on-paper version previously, so get ready for the fully digital version! Yes... There was a weird urge to turn one of my old drawings into a digital drawing. Thundercracker and Buster the dog from the IDW Transformers comic series long time ago.

[bialbovi]

Dear tumblr I have stitched him a tiny journal (poorly) thank you for your attention

Bonus photos of Rung suffering through uni readings and essays with me (they mentioned fr**d AGAIN it's very funny)(MICHAEL DONT LEAVE MEEE)(if I have to write another essay (which I will for april) I swear to god im goinf feral)

[fenazepamka]

Windblade queen

concept of Megatron (kid and old)