#adventure bots au

[annabelle-creart]

Little reminder that all Multiversal problems with my own Au's I've had made that includes TF Rescue Bots are actually and technically Boulder's fault

[keferon]

Don’t mind me I just like to see him go bananas about cartoonish Autobot rules

Maaan…..if Prowl was in tfp he would spontaneously combust at least once a day

[burgycreeper405-blog]

Aaaaaaadventure Time-!

wait,, hol up, somethings wrong with my copy-

yes, Knife is indeed the Ice King/Simon dkfhsjhf

he's called the "Spike King",, and yes, taco is the fnckin crown lmao (it's like, a frozen taco crown or somethin djfh)

yes, Trophy is Marceline, and Soap is Princess Bubblegum

Mic is Betty in this one if you can't tell

and many more characters about to be revealed soon sjfhjs

II Adventure Insanity AU belongs to me good ol buddy @maxphilippa

[crowfangirl2]

Blades as Mobian bot/the Falcon but in Sonic Adventure art style!

[gftimelordstwin]

HELLO, [Stanley {REDACTED} Pines].

MESSAGE FROM [ @robo-ford ]

"Uh… hello?"

*Stanley raised an eyebrow, eyeing the entity in front of him. What the…? This mechadroid looked like his brother, but it sure as hell was one creepy variant if it was supposed to be Stanford. And that said a lot, considerin’ the range of Ford copies he’d run into on his many multiverse trips.*

"Who’re you supposed ta be?"

[sparkycinnamon]

PMV IS DONE!! this one focuses on henry kablam…

[iexistyippee]

AU stuff I may redo digitally later

[the-badger-mole]

AU Bot Plots: The Tea Pot Rebellion

In this AU, Zuko gives up chasing Aang fairly early. After the siege on the Northern Tribe, and Azula's attempt to murder him on Ozai's orders, Zuko gives up on everything. He and Iroh make it to Ba Sing Se, and start working at the tea shop. What Zuko doesn't realize is that Iroh is still very active in the White Lotus Society, and the tea shop is a front for an underground rebellion (he'll be embarrassed later that it took him so long to realize, but in his defense, he's pretty deep into a depression. It's pretty easy to slip stuff by him at this point).

After teaming up with Toph, the Gang ends up going to find Hakoda and his crew. That's when they learn about the White Lotuses, who are trying to gather as much support as possible to overthrow the Fire Lord. Sokka's plan to use the eclipse is discussed, but the problem of who would take over the Fire Nation after Ozai is brought up. That's when the Lotuses with Hakoda reveal that among their group is a high ranking member of the Fire Nation royal family. They trust him enough to want to install him as the new Fire Lord after getting rid of Ozai and Azula as threats. The Gaang is given a mission; go to Ba Sing Se and get King Kuei to send his troops into battle, rendezvous with the Fire Nation noble, and protect him until they clear the way to set him up on the throne.

It sounds too good to be true, but Hakoda trusts the White Lotus Society, and that's good enough for his children, at least. Getting to Ba Sing Se is easy, but then they encounter trouble with King Kuei's advisor, Long Feng. They can't get an audience with the king, and are threatened to not speak about the war within the walls of the city. Still, they manage to connect with the White Lotus members in Ba Sing Se, who take them to the Fire Nation noble who they want to put on the throne. It takes every member of the White Lotus present to prevent Katara and her friends from attacking Zuko, but finally everyone settles down enough for the White Lotus to explain everything. This is how Zuko finds out that not only has his uncle been a sleeper agent for a counter-Fire Nation rebel group, that group is now enlisting the Avatar and his friends to help overthrow Ozai and set his uncle on the throne.

Only, Iroh has one correction to make. He doesn't intend to take the throne. He has done too much damage to expect the world to trust him anymore than his brother. Instead, he wants to put his nephew in charge of the Fire Nation. Iroh only intends to stay on as regent for a couple of years. Now the Gaang must put aside their differences to make sure that Zuko makes it to the end of the war.

[transformers-coexistence-backup]

Concurrently I will have two adventures: - Team Prime on Earth (basically the main crew who split off and crash landed on Earth) - The "Lost Light v2" Crew in space, not like the Lost Light in MTMTE/Lost Light, but they're certainly are in space and doing other missions. Certainly I hope to draw some resemblence. They're more dedicated to the war between Cybertronians than protecting other species.

There's also the Dinobots that are burried in the ground on Earth.

[annabelle-creart]

I lost Lightwave's introduction post, same her post where I talk about how she would be in other of my universes, so:

Borealis [Lightwave] and W-33 [Radiowave] intro post:

Lightwave

Profession: Mercenary, Bounty-hunter, space traveler

Pronouns: she/her

Main hand: Left-handed

Psyquiatric disorder: not (known, at least)

Main treats:

Loud, high-pitched laughs

Terrible influence

Has no respect

Taste: Lesbian, asexual

Living family: Heatwave, Shockwave and Soundwave (siblings), Salvage, Sissi, Predaking, Skylynx, Darsteel, Rumble and Frenzy (nephews and nieces), some bounty-hunters are dear friends of her

Status: Alive

Radiowave

Profession: Ex-constructicon, decepticon soldier

Pronouns: he/him/it/its

Main hand: left-handed, learned to use both

Psyquiatric disorder: anger issues, dissociative

Main treats:

Bear's growl

Hyperactive as fuck

Would run a thounsand miles if he could just seeeee youuuuuuuuu, tonight🎶 (just shitting)

Taste: The blood of his enemies... (he likes bots who can kick his aft)

Living family: Lightwave, Heatwave, Shockwave and Soundwave (siblings), Salvage, Sissi, Predaking, Skylynx, Darsteel, Rumble and Frenzy (nephews and nieces), one or another decepticon that ended up dying just like him...

Status: offline

Life of Rescue Bots Au

Lightwave is an obstinated, edonist and great insult for every Cybertronian moral. As the oldest of the group, she's the tiniest, because the bigger the frame, the more time a spark takes to get into a frame, and she's the oposite, a bit smaller than Boulder, thin of frame but has big, squared arms, she's agile and her humour is greasy and vulgar. Lightwave, managed to see her siblings before they could recognize her, except Radiowave, she was taken away from the world to be an apprentice and maybe future Cityspeaker but the moment the war started to get rough, she went away as far as could, finally living the freedom she never had before, until she discovered what remained of her planet was save on planet Earth, going in search of Shockwave and Soundwave and also learning Heatwave was alive all this time

Radiowave as the biggest was the youngest, couldn't met Lightwave and the moment he was made he was sent to be a constructicon, so, never met the other three, all his life was confined on the dark underground or watching the sunset on the high of the cranes, until decepticons emerged from the pits of Kaon and he decided he didn't wanted to be confined anymore to only receive orders, and fortunately, he was really good exploding things. Never meeting Shockwave or Soundwave because he was also confined to the battlefield, but at least he enjoyed that, the bloodlust made him feel alive what the fuck has he being doing? Until the day he finally... well, united to the Allspark, only leaving a piece of his spark behind a new bot that finally could met his siblings, and even became a rescue cadet

Outlier Au

Borealis is like a beacon of light for the people, she's kind and perfect, a cityspeaker that lives for her people and loves her people. Nonetheless, she's just a really highligthed and powerful outlier, yes, she talks with a titan, but not because of her own hand but because of her mental power, as the oldest she always cares for her siblings, even if Heatwave doesn't like that. Also she was the giniest but because her frame modifications was the tallest, at least before Heatwave's frame modifications

Heatwave was already done with Lightwave, despite how much Boulder encoraged him to reconciliate with her, but definitely this was not just the beginning of his retirement (and almost of his dead), this was also what made him be done with the entire world, because- wait a damn minute- HOW IN THE ACTUAL FRAG CAN A SINGLE DAMN BOT NOT JUST EVADE ALL HIS MOVEMENTS AND BE COMPLETELY UNPREDICTABLE BUT ALSO MAKE HEATWAVE SHOCKED ONLY BY A LOOK AT HIS OPTICS?!?! Radiowave, or better know on stage as Wrecker Machine, is a bot that first was constructicon, but because of an "accident" at work was removed from his position and almost became a dalit if it wasn't because of gladiatorial arenas, and unfortunately, like Heatwave, he's really good at his job when his mind decides to disconnect and his ability takes care of everything. His outlier ability is to disconnect and neutralize other abilities, basically, shouting them down at touch for a short period of time (Characters' resume actualization with Radiowave's backstory)

Adventure Bots Au

Lightwave, mercenary, the funny type that chases people for a good price and hides perfectly despite being a big bot, she transforms in a velociraptor and is like the typical bounty-hunter, the difference is that she likes to be with her siblings and loves them so much. She managed to take care of them using her work as mercenary before they decided to go to be independent

Radiowave works with Lightwave since he has age to do so, but unlike her, he's a damned wreck machine, he's crazy, out of control and acts without thinking, so, she and Heatwave are always scolding him, which he hates. He transforms in an allosaur

The 13 Primes Au

Borealis, the terrorcon reincarnation of Unicron's herald, mother of terrorcons and real Prime of Earth, dedicated to dominate all human race for stealing her father's land and end her mission of killing the last piece of what stays of the old Primes...

And Radiowave... I have to admit, I didn't thought of anythimg for him, so, let's say he's offline for now as on LoRB

Hunters of the Cosmos

Lightwave and Radiowave met in this one, so, the quintuplet is together now. Light and Radio transform into reptiles but Lightwave can fly like Shockwave and Soundwave and Radio is a land-reptile, Heatwave is a sea reptile

Shattered Glass

Lightwave is, and not just is, she IS THE most loyal, hateful, and sinister cityspeaker Optimus Prime has, agile, tiny and murderous, she is the reincarnation of terror and dead itself...

Radiowave is a cutie, if you need something just tell him and he will have what you need in seconds! He's almost an expert in weapons but is a pacifist and a lovely giant

Valley of the Sacred Au

As you saw, the quintuplet is together

Lightwave is the oldest, so, she is a caretaker, but not as much as Soundwave and Shockwave, she's smiley, smart, agile and adventurer, but yet she's also mature and always thinks twice, she's also curious

Radiowave is also here a gentle giant and the youngest, he's modest and gets emotional easy, he's also shy but brave when needed

---

And that's all I have for him now :v, as said, he's dead, so, he will not be in the main Au, nonetheless, he's alive in all the others (except 13 Primes), so, if he appears, you know why

[star-streaks]

Have Crew Roles, random doodles, and vague scene ideas !!

(Ignore old DCA design, they’ve evolved now)

[fuji-sen]

the 'evil imposter' just wants to be a baker!

hello little sprouts! Just recently remembered my love(?) or interest with the sagau concepts!

ɞ﹒₊˚ This is partially inspired by the manhwa "A Divorced Evil Lady Bakes Cakes!" ɞ﹒₊˚ Imposter AU's, there is a bit angst in the first three nations but you'll be fineeeee, hopefully. ɞ﹒₊˚ Female!Reader x Selective!Various

divider used is made by @saradika-graphics

[NAME'S] RECIPE AND INGREDIENTS BOOK!

nobody's allowed to touch >:0, especially you damn acolytes, stop trying to kill me! If found please return to [Name] [Lastname], definitely not the creator nor the imposter!

Prologue; The Foodie turned Imposter?!

When a foodie from the real world gets sucked into one of their comfort games, popular hoyoverse game's middle child Genshin Impact, it's not all fun and playtime as one would have expected. Finding out you share a face with the most divine God and Mother of the world, the creator, you are forced to fight for the right to live, so that you can eat and cook for another day!

Part 1: Sunsettia Part 2: Sweet Flowers Part 3: Mint Tea Part 4: hilichurl style stew > 4.5 special: adventures of a pyro slime Part 5: Burning Pinecones Part 6: Ginisang Ampalaya Part 7: Dawn Winery's Grapevine + Fruity Skewers Part 8: Buttery Mamon Part 9: Benny's Adventure Team + Wolfhooks POLL: Pyro Slime Name (Closed) LINK Part 10: A stew of denial

˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—

Volume 1; TBA

Chapter 1: The start of [Name]'s Recipes!

more coming soon. . .

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[cheschesterpossum]

First I want to say that I hope you’re feeling better, I can definitely relate to school taking a toll on my mental health (exams are a bitch). This AU gets my gears turning and I wanted to give some ideas for CITF for you to maybe look at when you are felling better. These are completely random and mostly unrelated to each other and in no particular order. I hope you enjoy!

Humans are only slightly shorter than cybertronians, when humans put the Cybertronians in their little pocket universe they made it so that the Cybertronians were bigger then everybody else, why? Because it’s funny. So when a human visits Cybertron they are the size of an average Cybertronians.

Humans or Y/N view Cybertronians as their children, as well as Primus AND Unicron. So if a scenario where the Lost Light has a human on board and they come across Unicron it’s going to be really weird for the crew because the human liaison is threatening Unicron with time out if he keeps doing what he’s doing (idk eating planets or smth) while Unicron is pouting and whining that he isn’t a kid anymore. While this exchange is happening the crew of the LL is both confused and horrified that this human is telling their version of Satan that they’re going to put them in time out.

The 13 original Primes where the only Cybertronians that knew Humans created them and since the Matrix of Leadership contains the knowledge of the past Primes this mean that Optimus knows that humans created his species.

Cybertronians were created as the next evolution of human robotics. The original 13 Primes were created to see just what they could do with the newly developed technology that was used to make Rung.

Scraplets act like dogs and/or cats around humans.

Every Cybertronian when they see a human and/or Y/N(The creator of their species) they subconsciously recognize them.

the reason why many Cybertronian alt modes have seats, steering wheels, cockpits, etc. is because they were originally made for human use.

I’m in the process of thinking about more stuff especially lore so I wanted to share some of my ideas.

OMG YES YES, THESE ARE AMAZING I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE SHARE THEIR IDEAS WITH MEWIHDSUSENHEJ-

Im doing better now dw:) and also thank you so much for these lovely brilliant ideas, im stuffing these into the AU no exception!!

I really like the idea of human being the same size as cybertronians in this AU, I've been thinking about for a long time actually. Also if we're the same size, that mean we're practically giants compared to everyone else in the pocket universe (aside cybertronians). Their alt-mode having seats, steering wheels, cockpit, ect also make so much sense as they're originally made for human's use. IT'S ALL COMING TOGETHER.

When imagining y/n and Unicron, i thought of that one scene in Adventure Time where Finn ground Ice King, i could see this totally happening lolol. The Lost Light, beside Rung prolly, are flabbergasted.

Scary robot Satan getting put in time out- actually, y/n putting both Primus and Unicron time out whenever they argue. Great, just great.

The 13 Primes being created using the same tech that was used to make Rung/Primus, the only few cybertronians knew of their species roots, those who obtained the Matrix of Leadership will be passed on the knowledge.... humans..humans originally created the Matrix? The Allspark?

Hnggggggggg-Domesticated Scraplets go brrrrrr, they're like tiny dogs/cats. Cybs be looking horrified as we pet those metal-eating pest that destroyed cities. Building an army of Scraplets and commanding them, i have no doubt some of you out there would try it. Shi, it'll be like minions and gru/j.

The bots getting that faint feeling of connection, they can't exactly put their digits onto it but it's there. It scares some and intrigue some, but they're all drawn to it in some way. What is it about these fleshies that feels... different? Yet familiar at the same time? Who are we to them?

Slowly, subconsciously, as if a long buried forgotten instinct surfaces. They started to listen more intently when we talk, when we indirectly or directly ask for something they fetch it for us, ect. It feels... right, like something clicked. It feels so right when we touch them, a small accidental brush, a handshake, or a friendly pat.

Before they knew it they started craving it, they feel like they lost their purpose when we're gone (like a vehicle being abandonded, left to rust and fall apart through time). It's scary and it's as uncanny as how much they yearn for a human's touch-

Im going insane.

[callsign-relic]

Borrowing from the Bar

Finally finished this commission for my dear friend @aston-one-77 , and just in time for their birthday :) I’m posting this after the fact, but it was a pleasure finally getting this done, and I’m happy they enjoyed it. I hope you will too :) enjoy!

Warnings: SFW, First Contact AU, GN!Human!Reader, fearplay

An alien exploration ship was no place for a human. Especially not the bar.

But you found you had little choice. You had only wanted to stowaway on the massive ship for as long as it took for them to arrive on a planet you could reasonably stop at. Rest, try to find a way back to your own planet. However, it looked like fate had other plans, and you could do little else but scramble across the steel floors and between the metallic walls as these gigantic aliens had plenty of adventures of their own. It was all you could do to hide, survive, and most importantly of all, try not to get caught.

You’ve had plenty of close encounters before. You’re pretty certain the big blue one is one caught glance away from being completely certain of your presence aboard the ship. But you were decently stealthy-- you’d never actually been caught yet-- and your stockpile of food was running lower than you would like. Whether you liked it or not, the bar was the best place to get a lot of food in such short notice.

And so, there you were. Creeping quietly through the insides of one of the walls, making your way down to ground level. Approaching a light near the floor-- a crack in one of the metal panels to the walls of the ship. Until eventually, you stood right at the opening.

Thunderous footsteps shake you even in just your place. These gigantic robots— towering countless feet above you— walking in and out of the bar, making their way to the bar counter or over to their booths. All talking amongst themselves in booming voices, in an alien language you still haven’t wrapped your head around yet.

You suddenly find yourself jumping back with a yelp as a massive metal foot lands itself before your crack in the wall with a rumbling thud, pulling you out of your train of thought, before slowly lifting and continuing out of view.

Right. You had to move eventually.

And slowly, you peeked your head out of the crack, turning it left and then right. The coast would never be completely clear, but you had a decent path over to the bar counter for now. All you had to do was get there, grab anything somewhat edible, and get back into the walls. Easy enough. With deep inhale, you charge forwards into the room.

You’re quick to realize that the bar is a lot bigger than it looks. That should have been a given, but based on the way your breath picks up and your heart starts pumping, you realize you’re running out of stamina faster than you’d like. Ducking and weaving between metal footfalls, making sudden detours into empty seating booths, just trying not to trip against the polished steel floors.

From where you stand, under the high table of an unoccupied booth, you gather you’re about halfway there. Your chest is pounding. You take in a few breaths— almost hyperventilating at first, but soon enough, your breath slows to a more reasonable pace. You could do this. You were going to be fine.

Your courage gathered, you dash forwards into the fray, the bar counter the only thing in sight—

Until you bump into something so hard everything goes black.

-

Light slowly filters in through your vision. At the same time, a searing pain blooms from your forehead, throbbing in stinging pulses. Your eyes strain to open under the harsh light of the bar…

Wait. The bar.

Then is finally when you shoot up in your seat, but you can’t help the yell that escapes past your lips as you’re met with a terrifying sight.

The heads of more bots than you could count were all surrounding you. Staring directly at you.

You watch some of their faces light up. Reacting to you finally waking up, no doubt. Many of them started speaking over each other all at once, their voices utterly booming at such a proximity— it was enough to make your teeth ache. But it was only after a while of staring at their awestruck faces that you noticed something was… off.

Their faces were almost… warped, at certain places. As if they were bent at certain angles. You’d caught glances of their faces before, none of them had ever looked like that before. So that could only mean—

A sharp clink tears through the air as one of the mechs’ hands suddenly slams down atop you— only to be stopped midair. Your suspicions were confirmed. You had been trapped in some gigantic, glass cube. And it was slowly being lifted from above you.

In a panic, you scramble back, attempting to cower against the far wall, but even that was being lifted from you. You had only wanted food, but

“Woah, don’t be so hasty, Swerve!”

A loud, boisterous voice breaks through the crowd, and yet the words still don’t go understood by you. Nonetheless, the crowd of bots in front of you all turn their helms behind themselves, and slowly part to make way for whomever was approaching.

You find yourself almost blinded by the sight.

A decently tall mech, even for their standards, shining in freshly polished, reddish-orange plating strides up to the bar counter— where you were being held. The red hand above you lifts, and your glass prison falls down around you once more. The taller mech crosses the distance from the entrance to the counter with sheer ease; what would take you hours to cross, he covered in mere seconds, all with the distant thud of his footsteps rumbling below you.

As he stops in front of the counter, you’re level with his hips. You have to reel your head much farther back than you’re comfortable with to meet his gaze. And once you do, he grins at you.

“Aw. Now aren’t you a cutie?” His voice is powerful, even at a distance and slightly muffled through the glass, but even you could tell when you were being cooed at. The mech’s gaze shifts from you, however, to the mech who was behind you, crossing his arms. “Where’d you say you found this thing, Swerve?”

You whip your head around to find a much smaller mech manning the bar. Short and stocky in his frame, coated in white and red paint— and despite his easygoing smile, you didn’t trust the fact that you couldn’t really read him. At least, not behind his opaque, vibrant blue visor.

The bartender shrugs, “Was walkin’ across the bar floor when the little guy ran into my pede. I scooped it up, wanted to make sure it was still functional, but you know how word spreads like an electrical fire ‘round these parts, ya’ know? Suddenly the bar was all up in arms, wantin’ to see, and I just left it here under an energon cube so people could see. It woke up, so I started liftin’ the glass so I could check on it. Then’s when ya’ stopped me. And now we’re talkin’.”

As the bartender spoke, the red mech listened to him with a certain attentiveness. One that almost commanded authority… oh, no. Please don’t say that this was their leader…

“Huh,” the apparent captain uncrosses his arms, squatting down to level himself with you. You flinch back, your space suddenly awash in the blue glow of his eyes, and your chest starts pounding once more. Despite it all, he gives you a reassuring smile (though whether or not it succeeds in reassuring you is doubtful at best), before he rises back to his full height. “Thanks for telling me, Swerve. I can take it from here.”

Your ears almost ache from the amount of objections that erupt in the bar.

“What, really? But I just found it, Rodimus,” Swerve half chuckles, taking a handful of what you assumed were dust coated snacks and plating them in the same type of cube you were being stored in. The occasional mech leans over the counter to grab one, leaving a few still scattered about the countertop. “Ya’ can’t blame me for bein’ just a little curious.”

“I know, I know,” Rodimus sighs, closing his eyes as he shakes his head solemnly. “But Magnus would kick me in the skid plates if I didn’t follow protocol. Sorry, but rules are the rules.”

Swerve’s smile falters, if only a little. “Heh, uh. Since when’d you start carin’ about the rules…?”

His mutterings must have gone unheard (or ignored) however, as Rodimus once again sighs. Extra loudly, this time. “Rules are the rules,” he insists, extending his servo out to the smaller bot.

Swerve hesitates, if only for a moment. Before his smile returns, and with a content little shrug, he hands the captain a cube, its dark contents shifting around from the movement. “Thanks, Swerve. I’ll take care of it from here.” Rodimus brings the cube near his chest, striding to the exit like a hunter taking home his big game. “Nothin’ to see here, people. Get back to your drinks. I’ve got this.”

The captain turns the corner, and the bar is silent. But a quiet murmur picks back up, and soon enough, chatter fills the air.

“It was so small.”

“Did you see the fabrics it was wearing? And the stringy stuff coming out of its helm? Organics are so weird!”

“No fair, I didn’t get a good look at it!”

Swerve nods along. A uniquely calm smile remains on his dermas as he grabs a rag in the inner bar counter and reaches for an empty glass--

“Oop. Sorry, lil’ guy, almost grabbed yours.”

Massive, thick red digits pull away from the glass walls that surround you, shifting ever so slightly to your left, instead wrapping around an empty glass and lifting it into the air with pure ease. The large mech looks out onto the bar, even as you shakily come to your feet. You dash to the far wall of your prison, slamming your fists against the glass, shouting for his attention, demanding he let you go--

He glances to you. You freeze. Another little smile creeps up his lips as he places down his polishing rag, and suddenly, a wide digit moves towards you. Even though you know you’re protected, you can’t help but stumble back as his digit approaches you, even going so far as to land on your rear as your arms raise upwards.

Swerve taps at the top of the cube. Once. Then twice. Three times. Each tap of his massive metal finger on the glass of the cube echoing through your prison in painfully sharp clinks. All while the bartender smiled at you, quietly mouthing words in his low voice that you couldn’t possibly hope to comprehend. Placing something in his mouth— what looked like a small cube of the glowing substance they all consumed, coated in a dust the same dark color as the bodysuit you wore— larger than your own body, yet pulled back into his maw, disappearing without a trace.

It looks as though you were going to stay at the bar for much longer than you had originally planned.

[muletia]

thinking about the pocket spouse au, i wonder how b-127 would end up with one? are they from before he was banished down to the sublevels maybe? or maybe they fell down into the sublevels by accident, or they were discard for some sad reason

i imagine he'd be so happy to have one, however you two came to be! it's not a cushy life, but he cares, and sometimes that's more than enough

on another note, he makes his own friends, right? imagine you making one to add to the group, either making a small guy with your own hands or guiding his to put together one that's big as he is!

(he'd never admit it, lest the others get jealous, but the one you make is probably his favorite lol)

oh b-127 my beloved

imo, the first option definitely has more angst potential, but B-127’s adventure with pocket spouses ended before it could even begin — he only ever saw them a few times, perched on the shoulders of other bots, before he was sent to sublevel 50.

Still, that was enough. It was enough to plant the need, the longing, to have his own human. To the point where dreams of a life with you haunt his recharge, keeping him going through the darkest cycles of his existence. His own pocket spouse becomes the only thought occupying his processor, the only thing tethering him to reality. To the point where — borrowing your idea of Bee making his own friends — he creates his own pocket spouse, a makeshift little thing he perches on his shoulder and talks to as if it were a real, living, breathing human.

So hear me out: you were originally Darkwing’s pocket spouse, but you hated the way he treated cogless bots. So, you ran. And somehow, some way, you ended up in sublevel 50. That’s where you meet B-127. You become friends, and the more time you spend with him, the more you realize that this yellow, goober chatterbox is a far better candidate for a spouse than Darkwing ever was. So you decide: you’re staying with him!

B-127 cannot keep his servos to himself, he’s clingy, constantly in awe of every little thing you do, even if you’re doing absolutely nothing. He’ll definitely sneak up to the surface whenever he can, just to steal human supplies for you. Sometimes, in his recharge, he cries silent, overwhelmed tears of pure joy, because Primus must love him after all. Why else would he have sent him you, the most wonderful and loving companion he could have ever hoped for?

And he tries, so hard, to make sure life with him is the best it can possibly be <3

[mechncheese]

your designs are so peak! dyou think youd be willing to share some of your process for how you develop the looks you make?

Sure thing ! I'll take you on a journey into my mind's eye

Long text post ahead in case anyone's interested in my designing process

I start off with references-- lots of references. I pull inspiration from more than one iteration for a character ! For Brainstorm specifically I took the most inspiration from IDW Brainstorm with aspects from G1 like his darker/greener color.

Red Alert's darker color palette is also based on the TFA design with heavy IDW influence. First Aid's little doctor's coat was inspired by the Bayverse Crosshair's coat. Ratchet's design is based on his Prime, G1, IDW, and Cyberverse iterations but I took the most inspiration from his Prime design (I think Prime Ratchet is also my favorite Ratchet so I might be biased)

Before I begin designing anything, I map out the character's silhouette, it gives me a feel for the shapes I want and how they'd stand out in a lineup. Here's Wheeljack for an example.

Then I start the first draft/sketch. I just draw on top of the silhouette and adjust as I go, I'm mostly going based on what feels right to me.

Since a lot of the bots I was working with had White and Red color palettes I had to use different accent colors to break it up and I wanted to emphasize their shape language. I try to keep things from blurring together too much. I also used various off-white colors (it's very subtle) and different shades of red.

I also pull inspiration from figurines/model kits from gundams specifically-- honestly I do this mostly for the legs, I struggle a lot with making the legs look right so I look at Gundam legs for references on knee articulations and the ankles.

a lot of it is trial and error and it usually takes me more than one attempt before finalizing a design. Let me show you the monster that is my first Brainstorm attempt.

Good fucking god I have no idea what the hell I was thinking, literally the first thing I said to myself as I was finishing this was "Oh my god he is UGLY, I cannot keep him like that" he was not working out so I went back to the drawing board and worked small.

Here was my second draft of Brainstorm, I was thinking about his personality as I was working on him which I think helped a lot. Chaotically natured, I incorporated a lot of sharp shapes and I darkened his color palette to a sea green to let the red and yellow/orange accents stand out. It also emphasizes his more sinister personality while the broad yellow-accented shoulders paired with the extra red accents kind of give him this "show-off" and "full of himself" vibe.

My previous mistake was that the blue was far too bright and the orange and red were just clashing too much. Also his wings being flat against his back just did not fit him. I think I was too afraid to break to mold with Brainstorm-- Like there was this line between "This is not Brainstorm enough" or "This is too far from being Brainstorm" and then I remembered his very wise words

Then I just started to get adventurous and experimental and bam, we have Science AU Brainstorm. The major takeaway from this is don't be afraid to get wild with your designs.

In contrast, Since Prowl and Brainstorm will be seen around each other a lot, I kept Prowl's design less flashy and his palette limited, pulling heavily from IDW Prowl. It also fits his personality, he's much more serious and orderly. So when they're seen in the same drawing, there's this nice design compliment between Brainstorm and Prowl.

Another oopsies I did was initial First Aid attempt where I made his accent color orange for some reason. It looked really bad and I ended up changing it to blue which worked a lot better.

But yeah ! That's my general design process ! Play around, have fun and don't be afraid to get experimental and try some new things for designs !