#Transformers Cosmos

[dailymothanon]

I’m forming a sort of team….. basically just a buncha bots who’ve had spacecraft alt modes but I kinda redesign them again.. I haven’t gotten to some of them yet like Cosmos but Soundwave was a satellite so he gets included (technically he’s a triple changer, having also a jet/flight mode), and Jetfire a space shuttle/spaceplane! I may or may not have been inspired by some uniforms for their designs (Space Force uniforms & lab coats/a little bit of space suit— Cosmos might end up the most space suit inspired). I’ve also been considering how Soundwave’s system with his cassettes would be; the best solution I’ve got tbh is they’d be called Capsules instead 🤔

Many bonus doodles too cuz. Yeahhhh… I’ll probably go more into depth about their designs some time 😛 Cosmos is also cheating I know he has a size shifting ability, I read about it 😒

(Also no the thing in Soundwave’s chest is not a matrix it’s just from his ROTF robot mode design; but I do have ideas for it. Something something enigma something IDW)

[holographic-mars]

WEIRD AL COSMOS IM WINNING IM WINNING

[arckalia]

Cosmos seemed a little lonely so I drew him up a Soundwave buddy 💫🛸🎶

[nightaxels]

I was caught up in your orbit

[calfrxca]

[WE DONT HAVE TO DANCE]

woah, consistent posting from me? you never couldve seen it coming, anyways, here was my zine piece for the cancelled (💔) rust bunnies zine featuring my dear cosmos and soundwave

i have a second post for a different pairing coming in soon since i need to spread propaganda

[creammints]

A quick little thing of my Cosmos for a comic I am scheming

[nutellasoap]

IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM I SWEAR I SWEAR IM SO NORMAL HHGHNRNNNN

[epsilonetalia]

Found out some devastating news. I was saving this but now's a good time as ever to show it. Hold those you love close, comfort them, support them.

She's not starside yet, but we'll soon lose her, and I'm not ready but atleast if she knows she's loved, it's enough.💚

[rinovarka]

🌌💫Alien Alien Hunters🛸👽

Cosmos and Meteorfire my shared brain cell beloveds you’ll always be famous to me <3

[imdashingaway]

🛸💫

[kuoncurara]

@/Primekelly414 Cosmos design on Twitter

Cosmos could always use some more attention!

[holographic-mars]

Doodle dumb (turns around walks away trips on my foot falls to the ground so hard I get knocked out instantly)

[arckalia]

Little Autobot Cosmos💫🪐⭐️

[nightaxels]

HUMONGOUS

[indragonsaur]

Transformers: Cybertron chronicles: Cosmos

Name: Cosmos Gender: Male Species: Cybertronian Status: Online Faction: Autobots

Alt-Mode: Cybertronian UFO Voice actor: Weird Al Yankovic

[tapedeckshoard]

Could you do maybe a gn human reader and Cosmos becoming friends over long-distance/ham radio transmissions? Cosmos is a lonely little flying saucer and he deserves some love. G1 or IDW

D'aww, I miss him! I wish Hasbro would do more with his character, honestly. He hasn't been featured in much. As such, I don't really have a great grip on his character, but I tried! This is shorter, and more just a ramble on your idea. Still, I hope you enjoy! (P.S. I don't know anything about radios so if I got something wrong, oops!)

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Radio Waves

Cosmos x GN!Human!Reader

SFW

643 words

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You and Cosmos became friends by accident, funnily enough. You were surfing through radio stations, trying to find a specific channel, when you picked up a long-distance station unfamiliar to you.

That’s when you heard his voice. He seemed to be talking to himself, the sound staticy over such a long distance. You found out his name was Cosmos, and that he’d been assigned to monitor the moon and the area around it for Decepticon activity. Now, you had no idea what Decepticons were, but from what Cosmos was chattering about, they weren’t good. Out of curiosity, you couldn’t help but try and reach out one day.

“Is this Cosmos?” you asked, holding down the transmit button on your microphone, hoping the signal was strong enough to communicate with wherever he might’ve been.

“Woah,” a familiar voice replied. “This is Cosmos. Who is this?” You introduced yourself, explaining your ability to pick up on his chatter through a radio you possessed. 

He didn’t seem to care much about the backstory, and honestly just seemed happy to have someone to talk to.

The first night, you two talked for hours about anything and everything. Who you were. Who he was. Where he was. What he was doing. You listened, entranced, as he explained himself. You weren’t quite sure you believed his story about being an alien robot, but you accepted it, anyway. You didn’t care if he was telling a lie. Robot or not, he was interesting. And he seemed just as lonely as you were.

That’s how you started chatting almost daily, answering questions back and forth, him describing deep space, what it looked like, how far he’d gone, what he’d seen while circling around. 

“I wish I could see all that,” you confessed sleepily, leaning against your desk as you spoke into the microphone in front of you. “That sounds beautiful.” “Yeah,” he replied, voice cutting through the static. “It’s not all it’s cracked up to be. It gets lonely up here.” 

“You’ve got me to talk to,” you pointed out.

“That’s true. But that wasn’t always the case. I know this is my job, but. . .”

He didn’t have to finish his sentence for you to understand. “Could you ever visit me one day?” you asked, voice soft.

“I’m not supposed to,” he replied after a moment of silence. “My job is up here. Not down there.”

“Can’t you. . . take a day off? Have someone else watch the stars? Just for a day. . .”

Cosmos fell silent, and you didn’t have to see him to know he was contemplating your words.

“I. . . I’ll see what I can do,” he spoke up. And then the line went dead.

You didn’t hear from him for a few days after that, waiting and calling out on the radio, only to receive static in response. You hoped he was okay. Did you say something wrong? Did he not want to speak to you anymore? Surely not. . . right?

One night, almost a week with no response, you were slumped in your chair by your desk, absentmindedly staring out the window as you listened to the radio in a hopeless attempt to hear him. 

That’s when a loud sound pierced your ears, and your eyes widened as you stared at the spaceship that just landed in your backyard.

You raced outside, almost tumbling out the door before you came to a halt next to the green saucer. 

Something inside you told you that this was the person you were talking to. And so, despite your trepidation, you spoke. “Cosmos?”

Piece by piece, he transformed in front of your eyes, mechanical parts moving and slotting into place until a green robot stood in front of you, dwarfing your small stature.

“I got a day off,” he said, and though you couldn’t see his mouth, you could tell he was smiling.