#TF creatives

[kairukitsuneo]

What is dead may never die

⚠️⚠️Slight Robot gore & Blood⚠️⚠️FIR

[keferon]

Guys. Guys they’re miners. They’re tiny cogless miners. Guys

I blacked out and filled the whole three canvases with sketches of them being itty bitty goobers. Figured Imma show you some haha

[momochanners]

So much respect to Larian for ending BG3 and charting their next course on their own terms, but I’d be lying if I said that I’m not a little heartbroken that we have to say goodbye to the wonderful world and cast of characters they cultivated ;w;

[astralzeraphias]

are you going to shoot me, mulder? is that how much this means to you?

[absoluteminimum]

Shockwave was doing his best to attend to Soundwave. His best was quite good.

The cables were hindering his efforts somewhat. They were quite… distracting.

[scramratz]

Most favorite commission for my most favorite mutual ♥️ 😘

[bibliophilesince2003]

Oplita Oneshot

This is based off of Transformers One. I've been itching to write something wholesome, and I absolutely adore Optimus and Elita as a couple. Normally, I put my writing on Wattpad. Then again, those are usually full-length stories. It just made sense to do this particular oneshot here. Perhaps I'll do more oneshots of my favorite fandoms in the future.

So, yeah, this is for my fellow die-hard Oplita fans.

Also... this takes place after the ending of Transformers One, maybe a few months or so after the ending. Sorry, I'm not sure what a month is in cybertronian terms; Google was unhelpful. If you have not seen Transformers One in its entirety, this one shot may not be as impactful as it could be.

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Optimus ducked as he walked past the door frame, mumbling to himself. His eyes were glued to the data disks in his hands; he had grabbed far too many. A few dropped to the ground. He bent to pick them up, but only lost more in the process. Optimus shook his head and resorted to sitting on the ground, spreading out the data. Now he could read them better, though some of the works and markings were faded and illegible. He grunted, his legs getting in the way. Being taller and bulkier had its advantages in battle, but he couldn't exactly crawl through vents like he used to. Bee had joked that perhaps the Matrix of Leadership had a "switch" for shrinking, but Elita said that size didn't matter. Then, she promptly added, stupidity was sure to remain.

He was glad he didn't intimidate her, even after becoming a prime. Her suggestion to "adapt" to sudden change was both firm and helpful, though harsh. Now, it settled deep in his spark, and he began to overthink. What if he didn't adapt? Would she think less of him?

A memory flashed through his mind, eliminating his worries about Eilta. He may have been dying, but he remembered catching a glimpse of Elita leaning towards the edge of the well when he fell. It was both shocking and endearing, but he was glad Bee yanked her back. It warmed his heart before pain overtook it, pain so great that it rendered him unconscious. He hadn't mentioned it to her, and he didn't think he ever would. It would be a secret to hold on to, at least for the time being.

Optimus was so engrossed in his work he didn't hear the automatic doors open. When footfalls finally reached his ears, Optimus scrambled and gathered up the data disks to the best of his ability. Elita and a few of her soldiers in training turned the corner and walked down the hall. Elita put her hands on her hips.

"And here is our leader, on the ground and sorting through old data disks like a desperate scavenger. Don't worry; he's tougher than he looks."

"That's reassuring," said one of the trainees; a pink and white female cybertronian.

Optimus cleared his throat, gave a lop-sided grin, and backed up. He dumped the data disks on a table and apologized, though it was mostly for Elita's sake. When he returned to the group, Elita gave him an amused look, but waved a hand in front of the trainees.

"This is Arcee, Smoke, and Cliffjumper. It's part of their training to visit the archives. A tactical warrior is just as powerful as a physically strong one."

"Wheeljack was part of your training program, wasn't he?" Optimus asked.

Elita rolled her eyes, and Cliffjumper answered for her, holding back a laugh. "He got bored."

"He joked about starting his own group; a group that didn't mind going the extreme," Smoke said.

He paused, then added to his statement. "Maybe it wasn't a joke."

"It definitely wasn't a joke," Arcee said.

"I'll have a talk with him later," Elita said, and Optimus nodded.

He stared at the wall just above their heads, lost in thought. Elita straightened.

"You ok?" she asked.

"What?" Optimus snapped out of it. "Oh, I'm fine."

Elita turned to address her trainees. "Meal break. Get your energon and look over some of the data this place has to offer that you think will benefit you. I want you at the station in a couple of hours; no sooner, no later. Got it?"

They nodded and obeyed; heading down the hall and turning the corner. Silence fell as their chattering grew distant.

"I said I was fine," Optimus said, attempting a laugh.

It sounded hollow.

"What's wrong, Pax?"

Optimus' shoulders dropped in surrender. When she called him that, he always felt inclined to answer, as if he were a miner under her command again. "Pax" or "Orion" would only come from her, though, and she never used it in front of others. He was to be Optimus Prime to everyone else; a title that carried authority and a great deal of weight. All cybertronian citizens were aware that their life could never be the same; many were expected to train. Really, he wasn't the only one experiencing change.

"I don't know if I can do this," Optimus blurted, clenching his fists.

"You're going to have to be more specific," Elita said.

"I'm a prime, but I've never led. I'm expected to fight in a war that hasn't begun but haunts the future. I think we both know Megatron will be back; he will want to take my place. Maybe he should."

Elita sighed and took Optimus' hand. "Come on."

Dazed, Optimus nodded. They walked down the hall and through various rooms. Neither of them let go, fingers tightly intertwined.

"Find a place where we can talk, Pax. I haven't broken in here like you have."

"Commander's orders," Optimus said, picking up the pace.

They entered a dimly lit, musky room. Elita coughed, letting go of Optimus' hand to wave her hand in front of her face. "Couldn't you have picked a better place?"

"The worst places are often the best places," Optimus said.

"Is this vagueness going to be regular thing, now? I hate it."

Optimus braced his back against a shelving unit, though it didn't contain very many data disks. With a grunt he gave a few hard shoves, and the shelving unit moved to reveal a broken door that led to a precarious platform overlooking Iacon.

"Is this how you would get in?" Elita asked, coming closer to observe.

"No; there were more dangerous entry points with small ventilation systems. I got stuck for a full twenty minutes, once."

"And to think... if you had just stayed there, we could have avoided all this chaos."

"What... and have Cybertron miss this charm?" Optimus motioned to himself.

Elita rolled her eyes, but Optimus caught a small smile. He backed up, letting her go first, and Elita stepped onto the platform and approached the edge. She leaned forward, and Optimus sucked in an inward breath, squeezing past the door frame. She sat at the edge, legs dangling. As soon as Optimus sat beside her, she spoke.

"You won't know how to lead."

Great. Another one of her "encouraging" pep talks. Elita turned her head and waited until Optimus locked eyes with her.

"What I mean is... leading can never be mastered," Elita said. "So, you need to act like you have it all figured out. Voice your fears with the ones you trust, but don't put them on public display. You're right; Megatron is out there somewhere, plotting your demise."

"I don't like the thought of preparing citizens for war," Optimus said.

"It has to be done. The few already capable fighters we have don't stand a chance."

"I know."

"We have to win," Elita said.

Silence fell. They could both agree on that. Elita put a hand on his shoulder.

"You are nothing like Megatron."

"I... try to envision him as he was. He was my greatest friend, Elita. And yet, anyone is capable of betrayal."

"You may doubt yourself, but I would never betray you. Even when I seemed your enemy, yelled at you, and -"

"Punched me in the face?" Optimus offered.

"Yes, even then, I never hated you. You were just... too ambitious and eager for my taste."

"Interesting," Optimus said, looking upwards in thought.

Elita laughed and knocked him in the shoulder, and Optimus gasped dramatically and fell, rolling closer to the edge of the platform.

"I thought you would stop punching me," Optimus groaned, finally sitting up when Elita's eyes widened, no doubt worried he might fall, or perhaps having PTSD of when he had, in fact, fallen.

"Oh, come on! That wasn't a punch," Elita said.

Optimus laughed and stood up, offering a hand. Elita took it, and he helped her up.

"What were you doing rifling through the data disks, anyway?"

"I'm trying to find what remains of Alpha Trion's wisdom. The Matrix of Leadership offers many surprises, but I'm without a mentor. I wish he were here."

"You have everything and everyone you need," Elita said.

Optimus dipped his head, and Elita placed her hands on either side of his face, lifting it back up. "I expect you to be on the training grounds this afternoon. Maybe you can convince Wheeljack to join the group."

"Would they listen to me?"

"You have an axe for a hand. How could they not?"

Optimus laughed, and Elita lowered her hands, nodding in satisfaction.

"Thanks, Elita."

"Any time, Pax."

[raineandsky]

#135

“Awh, look who it is!” the supervillain coos. “What, you’ve coming crawling back already? Only took you two years.”

The hero wipes a hand over their face. Blood, sweat, and tears, quite literally. They don’t have time for this, much less the patience. “Can’t crawl if it wasn’t me leaving on my knees.”

The supervillain laughs, as brash and loud as they always are. “Oh, you’re always so full of wit, aren’t you? Is that what made you think you could be a hero? Did you think you’d just get to spit your little one-liners at the bad guys and call it a day?”

Oh, and the questions. That hasn’t changed either. Even on that last day, when the two of them went their separate ways—the hero still remembers their lover, brows furrowed, hands fidgeting, asking, “So this is really it?”

What a difference. The hero misses who the supervillain used to be.

“Why are you here, hm?” The supervillain saunters closer, a self-assured smirk on their face. “I’m gonna say regret. Or, oh, no, I bet it’s jealousy.”

“Believe me,” the hero snarls, “you are nothing to be jealous of.”

The supervillain stops just in front of them, drifting their fingers down the hero’s face. “Oh, come on now, there’s no need to lie.” They sigh as their touch continues over the hero’s shoulder and down their arm. It takes a lot of restraint to not shudder at the feeling. “You left me because you thought you were better than me. Look at us now—what’s not to be jealous of, love?”

The hero would never stoop as low as the supervillain has. They don’t envy the ease at which their ex-lover fell into villainy, no matter how powerful that’s apparently made them.

“It’s a shame, if you ask me,” the supervillain continues softly. “I do still love you.”

“If you loved me,” the hero snaps, “you wouldn’t be doing this.”

The supervillain smirks, the kind where they’re overly confident. The hero knows the look well, even if it’s just from when the two of them would play a game and supervillain would have the upper hand. “Then isn’t it lucky this isn’t about love?”

They finally pull their blades from inside their jacket, and hero could almost sigh in relief. No more words, no reminiscing, just a level fight and, hopefully, an easy escape afterwards.

Thank god it’s almost over.

[transformers-synergize]

I love seeing theories about synergize because it means people are actually thinking about what I'm writing, some people have been able to get very close to figuring stuff out, while others are super far from the truth, seeing how people use the available information to come to interesting conclusions is I think one my fav things about doing this comic.

Also, if you wanna repost art or pages from Synergized and discuss them in your own post, go right ahead. I know there's not a lot of stuff out now, but I want to set the president. People can just treat Synergize like a regular comic.

[courfee]

now if they're watching people to gossip or watching them to pine a little is up to your own interpretation

[mausilein]

the fade is her oyster and baby she’s the pearl

[keferon]

More TexAid mech AU fun! Warnings for Vortex POV (nothing bad actually happens to First Aid but he's sure thinking about it)

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It felt good to be respected finally. 

Sure First Aid had bitched at Vortex when he was responsible for cleaning him, told him if he was going to murder his pilots he should be at least less messy about it. He’d been so cutely frustrated when the next one had come back with his bones shattered into a fun treasure hunt around the cockpit, bone splintered everywhere. But he also bitched at everyone and everything. 

But when he’d been put in the pilot seat he wasn’t like all the others who thought they could grab his sticks, shove their way into his systems, replace him.

No, First Aid was respectful. When he got in he just strapped in and let Vortex run the show. He had always been a sucker for a pretty twink all tied up for him and scared. 

He delighted in teasing him, wriggling his control sticks a little, moving a little slow to see if he could make him impatient. Give Vortex a reason to punish him. 

But for all that he was a brat at other times First Aid was always so well behaved in his cockpit and always so appreciative of his violence. He could feel the increase in his pulse as Vortex tore apart a monster, the way he never looked away. 

One time Vortex had held a monster up by the throat and slammed it against a building and he had heard First Aid make a soft noise of wanting and he had slowed down his kill, leaving his servo on the monster’s throat as he had rhythmically slammed his blade through the monster’s torso in a way that was suggestive enough that he could feel First Aid squirm before he muttered, “Stop it or someone will notice and think it’s me.” 

Vortex tightened the restraints on First Aid as a reminder of who was in charge and heard him whimper. Vortex considered himself somewhat an expert in the different shades of terrified whimpering and knew that this was one of the fun ones. 

It made him want to have a body again so he could do something with it. He’d never fucked someone in his cockpit, guarded it too jealously, but he could imagine it with First Aid. 

It made him want to splatter First Aid across the cockpit, deep enough into the seams that he’d never really leave no matter how hard it was cleaned. 

The only thing really stopping him was that he could only do that once. 

And once he did First Aid wouldn’t be there to clean him up. His detailing routine had shortened considerably now without the need to mop his pilot out of him but First Aid was still in charge of cleaning the monster gore off of him and out of his outer seams. 

There was talk of First Aid needing to learn more mech maintenance so he could handle Vortex’s internals as well. Vortex still sometimes killed techs in ‘accidents’, as a little treat. He was looking forward to it being First Aid climbing through him. 

There was a little spot he wanted to trap him in and grind his gears against him. It would be just enough to leave a series of perfectly spaced cuts along him. To mark him as Vortex’s. He wondered if he’d get a nice scream out of him? If First Aid would run his hands along the stitches later and feel his teeth on him? 

If he’d wriggle back in through his systems and let him do it again? 

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[beif0ngs]

at this point, i'm just in awe at how they f*cked up a live action adaptation of ATLA twice... TWICE 🤦

[fraternum-momentum]

man im seeing all the ppl in the dol community have super cool ocs and im just here self inserting like 🧍‍♀️

[gl1tt3r-gutz-and-r0b0tz-sl]

Hey gutz, u should really give us more of that Elita au :D

Here u go :3

So, to begin with, my Elita au (that I'm now changing around) begins when Sentinel was a dumbass and procreated with a brothel harlot (she's irrelevant). The femme discovered the conception of a sparkling in her tank, (Reproduction and ‘pregnancies’ are a lot different in my au than what I think is normal for the fandom. I'll explain in another post maybe), and abandoned the capsule to one of the sacred shrines of the Primes, leading to it being discovered by Alpha Trion. Trion brought it back to the other Primes, and after a lot of testing and interrogation, forced Sentinel to admit that he was the sire and forced him to be apart in the sparkling’s life.

Solus Prime, the oracle of the group, knew of earth, its creatures, and its future, named the sparkling Ariel, meaning lion of God, due to the child's golden color and for the events in the foreseeable future in store for her.

Ariel was raised primarily by the Primes, idolizing her disinterested father, who nearly batted an optic at her. She grew to latch on to his personality, in the hope of making him proud, to gain his attention. Her arrogance enlarged the older she became, despite the wishes of the Primes.

Eventually, she was appointed the role of overseeing the progress of the new generation of Valkyries, (due to constant whining at Sentinel), and seemed to thrive from the adoration of the femmes in the ranks, much like her father with the people of their planet. Until one femme rose to influence within the other females as well. Starchaser, (pre-transition Starscream) constantly argued with Ariel until a massive fight broke out, resulting in extreme damage to both of them.

From embarrassment of his image ruined by his daughter, Sentinel banished Starchaser and her clique from Iacon to the outskirts of the planet, painting them all to be savages to the public as to save face and the last shards of dignity he possessed.

At this point, Ariel had not reached bodily maturity yet, being about 16 cycles old then, or 16,000,000 human years. As were the other femmes in the Valkyrie ranks.

Behind the scenes, Sentinel was making arrangements with the Quintessons and the Senator named Shockwave, creating a weapon that would ultimately give him immense power. They developed an artificial intelligence to power it that resulted in the creation of the Shockwave, who we know now, (who killed the senator, but that's another story.)

The Primes were sent out to stop a reported congregation of quintesson leaders, only for Sentinel to slaughter them all.

Ariel, as arrogant as she was, had followed after Sentinel and had witnessed it all happen. Sentinel lost his shit, cut her wings off, ripped out her tcog, damaged her memory banks, and dumped her body down one of the mine shafts.

Sentinel either banished those who still remembered or destroyed them. All but a few select groups and a femme in particular. A femme, who was a religious figure devoted to the Primes and Primus, practically bowed down to Sentinel and allowed him to make upgrades to her form into Airachnid.

Shockwave was presumably destroyed, but spread across comm links with his code, eventually making it to the now Starscream to build a new body for him.

Ariel was found by the now miner, Kup, when he was in his prime and was taken care of until she was stable enough until she too became a worker. Darkwing, old enough to remember Ariel's past, used her the most, subjugating her to cycles of abuse until Orion Pax and D-16 joined her sector.

She gained the name Elita-1 from a few of her fellow bots for her stoic attitude and leadership.

That's just her origin. I like to combine parts of the continuities I enjoy into my own AUs. So there's refs to many different things throughout this whole thing.

[healix17]

I need y'all to request some Transformers fanfictions to me in the ask me anything button, because I think I'm ready for requests.

Don't mean to be picky, but here's the rules or what ever the slag y'all call them.

1. Ships allowed:

MegOp (specifically Bayverse, that doesn't mean I won't do stuff like Tfp, Tfa and others)

BlitzBee (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠).

Cliffcee (Arcee x Cliffjumper)

Cygate (Cyclonus x Tailgate)

Ratchet x WheelJack /Drift

SoundWave x Soundwave/Megatron

Starscream x Windblade

*Sighs* Arachnid x Hardshell

KOBD [Knockout x BreakDown (If y'all want, you all can add Wildbreak)]

Tarn x Nickel

If y'all want then suggest some other ships in the comments.

And I only allow like seduction and mild mature scrap. Because if I right smut it'll be like "They kiss and fucked and fell asleep."

And I just realised human x transformers ship exist 😭. Nooooo!!!!!

And I think that's pretty much everything.