#Silverbolt is also there

[artificial-absinthe]

The cult of Kemneith/Neith (Egyptian goddess Blackarachnia)

For the Beast Wars Weekend day 1: tradition.

I don't really know if the Maximals have any, and I don't think that they would adopt one from Earth, since they didn't have any interaction with cultures. On the other hand, I'm not fond to modern traditions, then I don't have the need to put them through any.

Instead, we have Blackarachnia crawls her way into old Egyptian tradition... as a goddess.

Behold Kemneith, daughter of Neith, Horus' consort.

I always thought that she had an Egyptian goddess air to her, specially in the early design below (left bottom corner)*. Therefore, AU (?) where she and Silverbolt travel to Earth for whatever reason (they're the schmaltziest couple in universe, maybe they're in some lovers travel after the Beast Machines events) and stumble upon humans. The old Egyptian culture.

They take Silverbolt for Horus, and therefore Blackarachnia must also be a goddess.

Neith was the spider goddess of War and Hunt, later of Wisdom and Weaving, creator of gods and men and a funerary deity. As Blackarachnia is a spider, they take her for Neith or daughter of Neith.

Silverbolt would rather not be object of idolatry to those fleshy creatures, but they're also worshipping Blackarachnia, and it's about Time that others see in her the goddess he knows she is. So he plays along. Blackarachnia is not complaining.

*⬆️ that one

[eyefocusing]

got the best blind box item ever today

[velvetwyrme]

i gotta get this stuoid oc out of my brain hes getting more and more pathetic by the day

[quibbs126]

Random Aerialbot things, mostly Silverbolt

I made the top thing back during Spring Break while watching g1, like I have at other times, but I didn’t like it much, so I left it. And then I was thinking about the Aerialbots again so I did more on the page today. There’s not much regardless, but it’s something

When I came back, I kind of wanted to try my hand at another attempt at Silverbolt’s head, and honestly I don’t think it’s too bad. Maybe needs a little tweaking but it’s fine. I also drew it sort of like how I draw the Earthspark characters since screw it, the style’s kind of fun

I exchanged his blue and reds for gold since I thought they fit better, and also his Beast Wars counterpart has a similar color scheme I’m pretty sure

But yeah, I like the design well enough. I’m not good at designing full bodies so a head he stays I guess. I also don’t know what his role in Earthspark would be, but whatevs

But alright, time to talk about the Aerialbots in g1 because I have thoughts on them

For starters, design wise they got it rough. They really got hit with the blockiness beam, and they’ve got really weird looking helmets. I mean Slingshot looks bald half the time. These guys would really benefit from a full on redesign I think

But story wise, I actually thought they were pretty interesting, not really understanding the war and why they should listen to the Autobots, and it took them a few episodes before they got through it all. Though I do admit their arc is kind of just what the Dinobots had in Season 1, they just weren’t dumb or destructive

But I did like their arc, and honestly I wish it could have been longer or something, like a slow burn thing. I’d say they’re worth putting in another show, even if it’s only some of them

War Dawn was a good episode, not just for the lore building, but for the Aerialbots too, it really was their story. Hell I would have loved War Dawn to be like a mini arc, the Aerialbots really getting to know Orion and his friends before the Decepticon attack

Though also, I say I like the Aerialbots, but it mostly extends to Silverbolt and Slingshot, considering they were the two with much character, the others just sort of being followers. I don’t even think I know their names

But talking about the two, Silverbolt I really liked. He’s leader but his group doesn’t respect him, he’s the only one who’s willing to listen to the Autobots, he’s got a fear of heights despite being a plane (and the others mock him for it), he’s got a lot going on. I gave him his expressions with the idea he’s stressed out with his crew causing problems and not listening to him. And I also might like him because he’s the only one who isn’t mean. And also he’s got a good voice

He’s also got prominent lips I noticed, so I had to incorporate them into his design, even if they probably don’t fit in the Earthspark-ish look

Then there’s Slingshot, basically the instigator for the Aerialbot problems, the antagonistic one, he’s an asshole. He’s also bald. I do like that he eventually came around though, and that by War Dawn he was the one most passionate about defeating the Decepticons, when he was the one who sought them out originally

I kind of wish he had a punishment episode for the way he acted prior. I mean he kind of did, in the episode about the plane part smuggling, but it had nothing to do with the previous arc with him and the Aerialbots, and it was already a couple episodes after that, it just happened to be Slingshot dealing with being torn apart (and the other one); it could have been any of them probably

But yeah, I’d like the Aerialbots to return in some way, though it doesn’t have to be all of them and they don’t have to combine either. I also found Silverbolt and Slingshot the most interesting, but I don’t want it to be only them, it feels a little lonely otherwise

I don’t know, I just think they’re neat and deserve more love. And better designs

[somerandomcockroach]

Okay I really felt like exploding mentally not in a good way so putted it out in random little written scenes (bullshitting with canon and fanon because canon is fanon). Prowl and Jazz as main acting characters yesss because apparently I love these boys

_________Intercity training competition_________

The whole audition was so loud with noises despite everyone trying to whisper as quiet as possible. First time in all intercity training competition history, where chosen young mechs from everywhere in Cybertron gather together to find better rising generation of sparks, the bot won all his sparring partners in a row without losing once. Gunrunner with satisfied smile wrote down statistics about this battle. “Mistakes took place, but you give big perspectives with your agility and unpredictability.” Gunrunner already had plans on this rookie once ops group starts running.

Jazz, visibly grasping at air with ventilation at full speed, was smiling in such bright manner, showing his sparking optics behind protective glass. His smile, his reflections from black coating, his figure, still going up and down after all the battles he had – everything in him was so irresistibly refreshing and attractive. This young bot made the audience start whispering again, but on absolutely different topic this time. He still was standing over his opponent, other one was looking at him from bottom to top breathing as deep as other one, leaning on the elbow folds. Young mechs had no hard feelings against each other, everything around them was steaming with happiness over a good battle. Jazz offered his hand and helped him stand up.  

“Ya’r very brave to challenge me last but ya fought good, brotha’. Your name?” They shacked hands as a sigh of a friendly and fair battle. “Guzzle. Better to fight and lose than to never fight at all” “Oh, we’r so gonna have a drink at the end of the event!” Jazz squeezed his hand so tightly and laughed so sincerely happy. They walked out of ring shoulder to shoulder. The white and black mech with pointy red chevron, the only thing showing him off the crowd so vividly, was observing all the battles from the balcony. He still couldn’t calm down his spark after what he saw, it was such an incredible and new way of martial arts for him: wild, unpredictable, dexterous, fast and oppressive. Absolute opposite of the clear and refined, gentle manner of his hometown. He couldn't hold back his smile throughout all 10 sparring sessions, periodically jerking his shoulders in surprise, sometimes looking as if into space, trying to calculate something in his head. His brother, clearly shorter than him, tapped at his hand. Only this was able to get older brother out of entrancement he was in. “Brother, calculation simulations will begin soon” ‘Right,’ he answered with only kind look of his eyes. ‘Now my turn.’

______My priority of orders starts from J_______

“Prowl, you are not allowed to go out! You stay here! It’s an order!” Prowl’s door wings rose up in in a threatening and irritated manner. He quickly turned his head, narrowing his optics. Sharp, cold blue, freezing. Yet his lips were treacherously clanging. “You are not my commander to give me commands” “Oh, no! I have an order to keep you safe! Order from Optimus Prime itself! Do you not understand how worthy your skills are? You are not allowed to get out of here until it becomes safe, why do you even try to get out of here?” The blue light was getting darker and closer to the security bot who happened to be so unlucky to be the closest to Prowl to get this order. Red chevron towered over this hesitant mech, his knees bent under the pressure of this unbending figure. It was the first time in all his time working here, when he was truly afraid of the tactician. “I was working hand to hand with “Optimus itself” when he was just an officer,” Prowl pressed his finger into the center of the bumper with enough strength to make bot step back. “and I dare you have no right to stand on my way nor Optimus’ orders. Contact him and say that I’ve lost touch with ops, you won’t be dismissed with this explan-“ The loud crash of a broken door was heard behind interrupting him mid-sentence, Prowl stood up and lowered his wings to cover trembling mech in front of him. “Prowl, jump on, I caught signal of Jazz’s location”, there was Silverbolt straight to the help and old Orion’s group protecting main operating station alongside with other autobots. Prowl gave him a pleased smirk, his optics immediately softened (to the relief of security bot), not even thinking much he ran and jumped on top of the aerial, “long time no see, old timer. All unnecessary chatting on our way.”

[they-hermes]

the combiner leaders have varying thoughts on their respective combiners so like from "likes being a combiner" to "hates being combiner" it goes

Hotspot (likes how defensors main objective is to help humans)

Scrapper (likes to brag about devastator)

Hun-Grr (likes destruction)

Silverbolt (complicated but he does like superion, but is worried about his behaviour)

Pyra Magna (doesn't care much for victorion or beinga combiner at all, but likes her attitude)

Scattershot (completely neutral: computron is little more than a science study to him)

Motormaster (doesn't like not being in control)

Onslaught (hates bruticus for not being able to control him or order his plans)

[hardkookiecookie]

✈️to 🦅 pipeline

[moriaarts]

Bolt’s turn bc he was my og blorbo 💛

G1 Silverbolt vs how I draw Silverbolt

Slingshot | Air Raid | Skydive | Fireflight

[mainenorth]

what in the sam hill is beast wars s3. what the shit is happening

[butchratchettruther]

Broke: making your transformers oc date Blackarachnia

Woke: giving your transformers oc intense homoerotic undertones with Blackarachnia which are never explicitly shown as romantic but has enough subtext that it reads as more romantic than her actual canon love interest and in the process makes him look like the biggest rebound known to man whilst oc and Blackarachnia are in their divorce era of homoerotic undertones

[just-absolutely-super]

Bighorn is more delulu about his infatuation with Scylla the Seacon than Silverbolt was about Blackarachnia

[ojamayellow]

gotts be honest I've just been giving Transformers content I reblog it's own catchall tag but since I want Beast Wars as it's own separate category....I think I might tag other canons respectively as well now. Like how I do Yu-Gi-Oh and Sonic.

[marduksstuff]

THESE TWO CHARACTERS BECAME MY ROMAN EMPIRE

I am so saddened that there is so little content on them! I was also terribly sad when Dinobot was dying and Rattrap was holding his hand!😭And then Silverbolt and Rattrap had that dialog about Dinobot and I got the idea for this art...

I want to believe that his words "And I regretted it" were about how hard it was for him to lose that silly dinosaur:(

[moriaarts]

“So what’s your team theme?”

Spoiler alert its the sound of them squabbling

[hardkookiecookie]

OKAY FINE

the thing that gets me about Silverbolt beast wars is that he fumbles Blackarchnia he fumbles her like several times but because of plot reasons I guess he still got her . task failed fucking successfully i suppose .

[ugly-bug-starscream]

Hi! I love this AU sooooooo much and ended up writing this little fic at like 3 AM about the dads' first encounter with baby superion lol. I might make a couple more chapters and/or post it to ao3 later but this is what i have for now. I don't know if everything in here would line up with your planned story but i gave it my best shot!

also i gave superion they/them pronouns in this for no other reason than "i felt like it"

enjoy! :)

-Anonymous Corvid

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Superion had never really been before, so it was rather a shock when they suddenly realized that they were.

Their smaller-selves’ sensory networks all briefly flickered in a panic, each trying to process the incoming information from one another. Thankfully, it took mere nanokliks for them to even out, allowing Superion to online their optics for the first time and look around and think for the first time.

And think they did: What were they? Why were they? They had memories of being small and many, but now they were one and vast and the world around them was so much more fragile.

The soldiers around them were practically the size of toys, and even the Decepticon warship in the air above didn’t look to be that much bigger than Superion themself.

It all began to slowly come back to them as they noted the blades of grass between their fingers [So soft and fluffy, the part of Superion that was Fireflight hummed]. That was right; they’d snuck onto the surface and followed their Creator's research team because they’d wanted to see the kinds of things their Creator was studying. It had all been going well, but then…

…then the Decepticons had come. With a warship and full intent to wipe their Creator’s surface research team off of the map. The Aerialbots had had no choice but to reveal themselves when their hiding place was destroyed, and after that, everything had gone to the Pit.

[The part of Superion that was Slingshot shuddered as they recalled trying to fly away, only to be knocked out of the air by a stray laser blast to the wing.] Their smaller-selves had all gathered around their downed brother to try and protect him, but this had backfired horribly. From so high above the ground, the warship did not see a group of frightened children, but rather a group of concentrated targets. It had targeted them automatically with the massive beam cannon located on its front.

They should have all died the moment the cannon fired. So how…?

Oh.

Creator. Their Creator had put himself between them and the blast.

Skyfire was someone all of their smaller-selves remembered having to crane their neck up towards if they wanted to look him in the optics, but as Superion they dwarfed him—not helped by the fact he was still sprawled out on the ground after being struck by the warship’s massive beam cannon. The shuttle’s heat-shielding was desiged to survive atmospheric re-entry. It had saved him from being killed outright, but a chunk of his right wing was missing, and most of his armor was burned and blackened.

[All repairable injuries if he can get to a medic soon, but he’d be completely grounded until then, the part of Superion that was Skydive noted.]

Watching their Creator struggle to try and rise to his knees, Superion knew he would not be able get out of the way in time to avoid the next blast—and that one would kill him.

Their Creator’s conjunx was continuing to harry the warship from the air. [He’d returned so recently that it still felt strange to call Starscream a Creator, the part of them that was Silverbolt thought.] He tried to draw the ship's attention long enough for Skyfire to escape, but to no avail.

Finally, Superion remembered: they’d come into being with a purpose, one that blared in their mind loudly: protect.

With a wordless screech, Superion rose from behind their Creator and moved.

They couldn’t quite walk; walking implied a level of coordination between their body parts’ minds that Superion didn’t possess. No, the motion was more of a wild, feral scramble on their hands and knees, crawling and leaping and dragging themselves towards the ship. They carved deep tracks into the earth as they flung themselves between their creators and the warship with startling speed.

[The part of Superion that was Air Raid recalled how Starscream had taught him to defend himself—namely, how to fight dirty.] With both servos, they grabbed onto the exposed end of the cannon and crushed it as if they were trying to snap someone’s neck. The firing sequence had already begun, though, and the energy within exploded inside of the cannon, nearly tearing the ship in half.

Superion didn’t stop there, though. As long as it remained in the air, the contraption was a threat. So they kept going—ripping and tearing and ripping and tearing and ripping and tearing and—

They did not know how long they spent clawing at what was now essentially a pile of scrap metal on the ground—only that at some point, they realized there wasn’t anything substantial enough left to tear apart. They looked up from where they’d previously been on their hands and knees in a trance, cycling their optics a few times as they realized that everyone was staring at them.

Both sides had paused in their fighting to gape at Superion. Even the bots that their smaller-selves knew personally seemed to be frozen in a mix of awe and terror.

Superion let out a panicked whimper as they realized that everyone was afraid of them. They brought up a servo to hide their face, wishing they could shrink down and disappear and never be seen again. Creator didn’t want Superion. He was scared of them. They were a monster and nobody would want a monster for a child.

They shuddered ever so slightly when a loud thud echoed from somewhere nearby. They uncovered their visor to see their Creator standing shakily, supported by Starscream. At some point during the chaos, it seemed like Ratchet had been able to weld the worst of his injuries shut, but he was still in rough shape.

What really stuck out, however, is the horrified expression in his optics.

“Damn it, Sky! This isn’t the Iacon 5000, you need to take it slow or you’re going to tear those welds right open.”

“Our childrenare in distress, Star. I am not going to take anything slow until I’m sure they’re—oof!" A heavy thud resounded as Skyfire attempted to run and almost immediately pitched forward, falling to one knee.

“See? You’re in no shape to be running. We’re not going to lose track of a combiner the size of a small building in the thirty nanoklicks it’ll take to get over there; now quit being such a self-sacrificing moron and walk slowly.”

They were getting closer…Oh Primus. They hid their face again, because Creator was coming and he was scared of them and mad at them and he hated them and he was going to throw them away they’d be exiled they’d be—

Superion only notices the tiny, strangled noises of distress coming from their vocalizer when their Creator’s hand comes to rest gently against their knee.

Their fields brush against each other, and where Superion expects to feel [fear-anger-hurt] there’s instead a gentle push of [calm-safe-protect], underpinned by [worry-concern-love].

…Oh.

It finally dawned on them.

Their Creator and his conjunx were not afraid of Superion; they were afraid for them and their smaller-selves.

Superion tried to ignore the fact that something was leaking out from beneath their visor and listen to their Creator as he spoke, offering them a tired smile.

“Hello there. I don’t think we’ve met before, even though…well, it seems I created you. Do you have a name?”

Superion tried a few times to speak, but they couldn’t quite articulate anything in this form. It all came out as a jumble of static and random syllables.

“Oh, dear…maybe writing would be easier?”

They perked up a little at that, shoving a finger into the nearby dirt. Their “handwriting” was uncoordinated and a bit sloppy in much the same way as their ability to move, but they managed to scratch out their name in the ground.

“…Superion. That’s a good name. I wish it could be under better circumstances, but…welcome to the family.” The shuttle gives him a big hug, before suddenly narrowing his eyes.

“…also, you’re grounded for a week after this stunt.”

Superion’s audial horns dip down as all of their smaller-selves internally grumbled in unison.

“Don’t give me that look! You nearly got yourself killed and you scared us halfway to death.”

“Uh…how are we even going to enforce that?” Starscream piped up. “I’m—I’m not sure they’ll fit in the house, even if everything’s sized with you in mind.”

“…Good question. That’s...a problem for future us, I think…” Skyfire shuttered his optics and sagged to the ground, unable to hold himself upright anymore even with his conjunx’s support. Starscream sighed and glanced up at Superion.

“You’re also carrying this big lug home.”

when I tell you I’ve been reading this over and over since last night AAAHHGHSH IM OBSESSED WITH THISDV IM GONNA CRYYISHSH

SUPERION BABY YOU ARE EVERYTHINH… AND YOUR DADS LOVE YOUUUUUU

if you consider making more i will be first in line!!! THIS IS SO GOOD THANK YOU SO MUCH.. IT MADE MY NIGHT