#Skalor

[prince-toffee]

Piranacon, Combined Form of The Seacons | Profile Art by Don Figureoa | Transformers: More Than Meets The Eye (2003) | #5 |

[thelastgherkin]

PIRANACON

We achieved something.

Snaptrap // Jawbreaker // Nautilator // Seawing // Skalor // Tentakil

(KING POSEIDON // Turtler // Overbite // Lobclaw // Kraken // Gulf // Tentakil )

[indragonsaur]

Transformers: cybertron chronicles: Skalor

Name: Skalor Gender: Male Species: Cybertronian Status: Online Faction: Decepticon (Seacons)

Alt-Mode: Cybertronian Dunkleosteus Voice Actor: Gianni Matragrano - BreadHead from The Gaslight District

[they-hermes]

seacon mention

[transformers-the-hunted]

size comparison of the Seacons + a human for scale

[dktoychest]

C C C C Seacons

[kissingraine]

Will the Seacons ever get a follow-up? I rarely see anyone writing about them☹️☹️

AAAA- i didnt think y'all actually liked that:') (Hopefully, I can update the other stories since we have the next week off)

Stray — Seacons x Mermaidf!Reader (2)

There was nothing in the void. But that suited Snaptrap just fine. Silence was the natural state of predators—no boasting, no declarations, no wasted noise. Only the slow, steady hum of readiness, of proximity alerts in the background. The stars watched indifferently. So did he. At least, that's what he first thought. It was meant to be a simple mission: reclaim the coordinates to the lost sea bridge buried on some forgotten organic mudball. Earth. A nothing-world, once contested, now beneath attention. Their war had left it gutted, for the most part. That’s why the small natives that lived on it left. Almost exactly like they did when Cybertron fell. But the thing was, this planet didn’t remain in decay or rust like metal—it thrived.

Persistently. Like a weed under pede. No matter how many times it was stepped on. For that, he’d at least give the planet some credit. But that’s about it. His target remained submerged underwater. That was the only detail that mattered to him. He belonged there. Though admittedly, Snaptrap spent his years in the bog as a mechling until he earned his title as commander.

Around him, his unit idled. Quiet for once, void of the usual bickering he was subjected to. Even Tentakil was silent—Snaptrap merely suspected the other was weaving something elaborate in the dark behind his smug stillness. Overbite stayed his twitchy self, smelling pressure changes before the sensors could register them. Muttering over static-warped sonar files was Nautilator, and by the rationed coolant was a sulking Skalor. Every bit as annoyed as he was that they’d been sent here to fight a what? A losing war. The sea bridge had mostly been another Decepticon’s idea. A pathway they could use to remain hidden just in case the worst-case scenario came to fruition.

He realized his crew’s unrest might have been tied to that, too. They were significant figures in battles that occurred beneath the waves, and now? They were forced to search for a way to hide. Snaptrap couldn't say for sure, but he knew a losing side when he saw one. And his Seacons—afraid of becoming irrelevant in this century-old war—knew, in some parts of themselves, that this was unavoidable. That none of the things they were promised to fight for were going to matter. And he’d write their supreme leader a strongly worded letter if he could, but not until he was sure his crew was safe with the coords. At the very least, they would be able to flee. Though divided, they might not be Piranacon once more.

Snaptrap’s focus returned to the descent vector. A sharp slant through Earth’s atmosphere, aimed like a harpoon straight into the largest trench in the planet’s ocean. A fall from orbit, to return to the depths. This would perhaps be their final reclamation, if their prior ones ever counted at all. His claws flexed, systems humming with the promise of cold pressure—the familiar grip of deep water crushing his frame in ways no land-based combat ever could. Water dulled nothing for him. It only amplified his protocols, because down there, he was the apex. Down there, the pressure drowned his enemies before they could scream.

“Ten kliks to atmospheric breach,” Seawing said over the comms.

Blinking once with narrowed optics, he expected darkness. Heat. Impact. And while those did ensue in the following moments—before the Seacon commander realized Earth's gravity had ripped the hull of their ship open—he didn’t expect songs. Eyes. And certainly not her.

You weren’t in any of the files. Weren’t even supposed to exist. But you did. He faced gods, monsters—and devoured them both. Yet he found himself clueless as to how to fight the taste of salt that lingered in his mouthplate days after you escaped. He did not know how to silence the echo of that voice. Because as brief as the meeting was, Snaptrap remembers everything clearly. Vividly. As if he could still feel the softness of your scales brushing against the living metal of his faceplate. Even now, when he closes his optics, the deep is no longer quiet.

• When you felt the surface water ripple with waves as something heavy sank further down, you had been so surprised to see that there were more of him. Towering, like sunken monuments that moved in predatory grace amongst the darkness. The archives mentioned these beings once. But almost all knowledge of them was lost during the Hidden Age. The surface was dangerous to be explored then—other mermaids had lost the ability to shift their tails from legs because of it. Scrolls told you they were capable of rendering your home to ash, something about a war—and that eventually became the reason why humans built their ride to get off Earth.

• Two others circled once they made contact with the seabed while your tail was still pinned in what felt like a clam’s grip. You’re pretty sure you just chipped off a scale with how much you’d thrashed—and still, the metal beast kept you in its unyielding hold. Watching you with sharp red hues. Glowing. A mask covered his face when the others finally got close enough, hiding those incredibly human-like features.

“Flesh. But not weak.”

A low growl, speaking in a language he thinks you can’t understand. Snaptrap imagines it must sound like metal just grinding against metal. “Pretty thing,” he notes absentmindedly, with a voice that reminded you so much of a submarine’s death-knell. Tentakil drifted near your side, murmuring something ancient to him in Cybertronian before he could think about snarling at the tendril-covered mech. Is she prey? Or a lure? Pit if he knew—but he doesn’t argue with the fact that you are, pretty much, a lure. A shiny, soft-looking one.

• Your heart pounds, burning under their gazes. Their presence suffocated you, unblinking—so you sang. More of a scream than a melody: sharp, pure, primal. It hurt them. And you could tell—it made them reel back. Not physically, but in something deeper inside them.

His SIC had to be held back by Tentakil, restraining the shark mech with tendrils while the sly octopod gave a strained laugh. Snaptrap recoils, your voice carving into their processors like seafoam into a ship’s hull. His hand spasming, and you bite him. Your denta may have been blunt, but they were strong enough to leave a small scratch in his coating—metal bent just barely under the force of the bite. His grip loosens and you dart away once more. Bolting successfully into a shaft of volcanic warmth rising from the trench vents, into a crevasse no mech could fit in.

Gone, like a ripple in the deep.

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[askvectorprime]

Dear Vector Prime,

Can two Combiners swap team members to change their equipment or gain new properties?

Dear Fastidious Fusilateral,

When multiple bots merge, each constituent lends their own special onboard technology and mental faculties to the result—so any rearrangement will produce a different personality and abilities in the combiner.

For example, if the Protectobot Hot Spot and the Aerialbot Silverbolt swap their respective teams, then Defensor would gain the ability of short-range flight, while Superion would gain a weak forcefield. This has in fact happened on one occasion, when Silverbolt—suffering a particularly bad bout of acrophobia—asked Hot Spot to take his place. The other Protectobots did not recognise this new combiner at first, and referred to him as "Hyperion". After they merged with Silverbolt to form "Suppressor", both combiners proved an awkward match against the unbridled ferocity of Menasor and Bruticus, which illustrates the main problem with scrambling combiners: any strategic advantage to be had by a non-standard configuration is simply negligible, compared to the single-mindedness made possible by an experienced team who are accustomed to one another’s company.

In my personal files, I have a copy of the so-called "Theseus Archive", which purports to catalog every single possible combination, each with its own name. Now, let us see, we have… Abomenaticus… Betatron… Comperian… Gaia Poseidon… Scramble 13, Securitas… hmm. You know, looking through the full list now, I realize most of them have certainly never been formed—well, except for in the author’s mind, that is. Look at this one, "Swindlor"—Swindle is listed for every single limb! That can’t be right. Or here: left leg, Blast Off, right leg, Groove! Why, he would be so unbalanced, a single step would send him toppling to the floor. And if there truly was a combiner containing both Blot and Skalor at the same time, well, I should think the author would’ve passed out before writing it down!

[forislynx]

Teorin om det tredje könet som Magnus Hirschfeld och Anton Nyström förespråkade i början av 1900-talet innebar att både homosexuella kvinnor och män befann sig i en mellanposition mellan manligt och kvinnligt. Då kom de att ha mycket gemensamt och en sådan grundinställning öppnade för glidande skalor och bisexualitet. Den separatistiska organiseringen under 1970- och 1980-talen förutsatte i grund och botten att kvinnor och män hade väldigt lite gemensamt och den placerade lesbiska och bögar på en skala bortom heterosexuella kvinnor och män. Lesbiska kvinnor var enligt detta sätt att tänka mera kvinnor än heterosexuella kvinnor eftersom de kunde agera mera oberoende av de patriarkala mönster som förekom i heterosexuella relationer

Svante Norrhem, Jens Rydström & Hanna Winkvist, Undantagsmänniskor: En svensk HBT-historia

[marvelman901]

Transformers vol 1 49 (1989) . Cold War! . Written by Bob Budiansky Penciled by Jose Delbo Inked by Danny Bulanadi Colors by Nel Yomtov Lettered by Bill Oakley Edited by Don Daley . See more related content here: #marvelman901transformers . #transformers #80s #josedelbo #dannybulanadi #starscream #laserbeak #thundercracker #tantrum #seawing #overbite #seacons #snaptrap #skalor #nautilator #skorponok https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj15ymEtgjE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[thelastgherkin]

Generations Selects Seacons Overbite (Jawbreaker)

Shark? What are you talking about, man? This is the Thames!

More like this:

Generations Selects Seacons Lobclow

Generations Selects Seacons Gulf

Power of the Primes Deluxe Class Rippersnapper

[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Mosaic #137 - "Loosing The Scent"

Originally posted on April 21st, 2008

Story - Tony Jackson Art, Letters - Anastasiya Goertz

deviantART | Seibertron | TFW2005 | BotTalk

wada sez: Blaster speaks with his Sunbow speech quirk. Ramhorn is the only animal mini-cassette to talk in the cartoon, in the episode “Forever Is a Long Time Coming”—though in all of his other appearances, he growls no differently to Steeljaw, who you’ll notice doesn’t speak in this comic. There’s inspiration drawn from “Madman’s Paradise”, I think, which is the other major role for Blaster’s tapes, where Steeljaw acts as a sniffer dog (despite being, well, a big cat). Otherwise there’s a lot of Budiansky bio stuff in here—Eject’s speech quirk, for instance, is drawn not from the cartoon as one might expect, but rather his original sports-fan characterisation. Blot and Skalor famously both share Budiansky’s favourite “smelly guy who sucks” Decepticon archetype; Cindersaur and Fangry are just a couple more late-stringers. I can’t really tell what the joke of the title is here, or if it’s just a typo.

[blueikeproductions]

I feel like Hasbro themselves hated IDW Rung to some extent, as his being Primus (in the most mundane way) clashed with their story that Primus was the creator god, of which Rung absolutely is not. His inclusion in WFC felt like an afterthought, with pretty much all his immediate non IDW appearances making him a run of the mill medic that holds no significance. Japanese media seemed to meet half way with Rung, but he still wasn’t Primus, just a disgruntled, Angolmois Energy “Terran” that was unhappy with humans but realized his mistake after getting to know Spike Witwicky better.

If he appears in Skybound, he’ll probably die, though DWJ seems to be backing off on character deaths since Warpath survived despite clearly dying the first time.

Probably safe to say if Rung DOES appear, he’ll be cast as a medic, like what they did with G1 Red Alert in Netflix WFC.

And this version of Red Alert died, albeit in a contrived way, so that could be Rung’s fate also if we want it to be.

But it’s hard to say because DWJ has admitted to not being familiar with too many other Transformers ideas, especially G1 as he didn’t know what the Seacons were until he was made to look them up and thought they were really cool.

It’d be funny if Rung and the Seacons appeared under the next writer, and Skalor ate Rung.

If we want to be nice to Rung, he could appear as part of a crew in Void Rivals loyal to Zerta Trion that assisted her in creating the Agorrians and Zetarians, but that’s probably not likely at this stage.

How do you feel about the way IDW lore handled religion? I haven't read the comics and don't plan to any time soon, but I do know that the guiding hand are all normal mechs, with Rung being Primus himself. It was... disappointing, since I absolutely love the mystical parts of Transformers lore, or in any lore really. Maybe in another story I would have liked it, but this just makes the story feel dull to me.

If this is how atheists feel when religious people start preaching then I feel sorry.

Like many IDW things, I found it to be more Reddit-tier nonsense that sucked out any joy and mystique from the franchise so all that was left was "Robot shoots gun, except not always, when we want to go on Tumblr-approved misadventures you would see in fanfic".

There was a design to seemingly suck out anything that a Bayverse fan or an older fan who didn't subscribe to Roberts's weird, WEIRD fanfic novella interpretation of the characters would find interesting or enjoyable, and destroying the lore and sucking out the mystique was one of them. I hate Rung, and I hope if he ever shows up again, it's as a corpse in Skybound.

[they-hermes]

*distressingly* you guys do all know about the seacons right. snaptrap nautilator tentakill skalor seawing and overbite right. they combine into piranhacon. right.

[transformers-the-hunted]

[airman-343]

Doing digital art of transformers, starting with the Seacons! I'll update it to include Seawing and Snaptrap!