#chief justice tyrest

[heljay]

Guess who inflicted @tf-bigbang this year with Space Catholics :D

I was paired with @cao-the-dreamer for "Heaven is empty, and all the gods are here" - a StarRest fic featuring reconciliations, a faith-induced existential crisis, and American Westerns!

Always a delight to draw Space Frollo and his beautiful racist Miss Liberty (as Cao called him lmfao). In spite of the Robot Tetris that ensues. :'3 I went in on the detail for it, as you can tell by the goddamn cape...

Was great to be paired with Cao though! I'll be reblogging this with the fic link once it's up! ;3

[sprinklor]

Tyrest

[screaming-for-eternally]

Tyrest’s entire character in a nutshell (and poorly made video i made in 2 minutes tops lol)

[cherrytimemachine]

Wow. I need to rant about Getaway again. Like, take a look at Getaway life up to Lost Light-he was an MTO. His first moments of life were literally being dropped into a battlefield, spends a period of time as a frontline soldier before being recruited by Prowl, sees and does some more messed up shit, and after the war he gets captured and tortured by Tyrest, nearly gets killed by the Killswitch, and spends the better part of the year jailed in the Lost Light's brig in near isolation. Take all those factors into account and what do you get? You wouldn't get the smug and dumbass bitch we saw in the Mutineer's Arc that's for sure. I'd have personally characterized him as traumatized bastard who's too stuborn and prideful to admit he needs help. In fact his imprisonment between his first plot and the beginning of dying of the Light, I'd have that be major factor in why he keeps going-if he gives up, or if he let's Rodimus or his allies catch him, he'll never sees the light of day again. They'll throw him in a cell that makes his accommodations on the Lost Light look like a 5 star hotel. And he won't be having any of that. Either he comes back to Cybertron as a hero, or he doesn't return at all. Surrender isn't an option

(Sorry I didn’t respond to this the day I got it ahhhhh)

He likely has major trust issues. When he talks to Skids and Skids denies to help him stage a coup, Getaway is heartbroken, but in his mind he has to keep going if he’s going to survive. It’s for the greater good after all. It’s not like he likes leaving Skids behind, but that’s the fate he signed up for when he decided to support Megatron over his own friend.

He has to let people go if he’s going to survive, that’s how it’s always been. He was an MTO who watched hundreds of his own kind killed and he had to make the choice to run and save himself otherwise he would die with them, and that policy likely extended to his job under Prowl.

He could’ve been characterized better as a tragic hero. After he told Tailgate about his trauma it never came up again, and I think that was a missed opportunity.

[notoriousslug]

God-Shaped Hypocrite - NotoriousSlug - Transformers - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Chief Justice Tyrest x Cyberformed (Human) Reader

Infuriation, infatuation, not quite flagellation.

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warning(s):  Explicit Sexual Content, Self-Mutilation, Slight Objectification

Relevant AO3 Tags: Size Difference, Sadomasochism

Word Count/Read Time: 2,067 / 7 Minutes

[cherrytimemachine]

Shoutout to my friend who had a dream where he was a bus.

[twitter convo between Morgente @MorgenSevermalt and James Roberts @jroberts332 on 19 October 2017.

M: Its a matter of life and death: What is Tyrest’s altmode?

JR: Hypersonic jet ]

source

[chaozrael]

Finally announcing this today. Not only will this be my cosplay for @tfnationltd , but I will also be one of the judges of the cosplay contest. (Could I have picked a more fitting cosplay??)

So yeah. We're doing biblically accurate Chief Justice Tyrest ;) Pics taken by fabulous "Die_photoWG" on insta!

[synchros]

[Image ID: A vertically oriented digital painting of Tyrest from the IDW 2005 Transformers comics set at a diagonal angle from slightly below. His staff is in his right hand, and oil drips from the fingers, transformed into drills, of his left. He is looking towards the wound drilled into his forehead, and a broken sword hangs over his head, framed by a futuristic portal in the background. /.End ID]

Here's my full piece I did for the @tftarotproject - Chief Justice Tyrest, King of Swords!

Preorders for physical copies of the deck are now open, get them here!

[lord-squiggletits]

In the last salty asks post I unintentionally went on a tangent in the notes about how JRO wrote religious characters which is like actually something I want to bring up on its own so like

Is it just me or does JRO have some real misses when it comes to writing religious characters? Not like every religious character is badly written or evil, but like... several of the ones that are fall into really bad or unflattering/shallow stereotypes? It's hard to put my finger exactly on why I feel that way bc he does write some actually good religious characters (aka Cyclonus).

For example, characters like the Functionist Council and Star Saber are fine to me because I'm like. Well Functionism being religious in origin makes sense, it's an interesting interplay of how religion influences the state/how the state leverages religion to bend the populace to its own whims. Religious bad guys =/= all religious people bad. Star Saber is just some random zealot that wasn't meant to be that deep at all, and eh the Inquisition-type religious zealot can be cool even if it's just the vibes of it.

But then there's stuff like... Tyrest being a normal, rational, not particularly religious guy until he gets shot with a bullet that gives him brain damage, causing him to start ranting about Cyberutopia and thinking God is personally talking to him in his brain...? Like, idk, was it really the best idea for an antagonist to go "he is evil because he got brain damaged against his will w/o even knowing what really happened to him and also because he's brain damaged he's now literally delusional and became a religious (and genocidal) maniac." It comes off as really bad taste/not thinking the implications through as far as how it reflects on religious people (bc the whole "religious people are literally delusional and stupid to think that their gods could possibly exist" thing is tired and offensive). Not to mention kind of ableist w/ the whole "oh he became evil bc he got shot in the brain and now there's literally something wrong with his mind."

(Doesn't help that the MTMTE logbooks revealed that the original idea for Tyrest was to have his killswitch be about trying to identify and execute all of the criminals/"guilty people" on Cybertron, basically an extension of his role as Chief Justice which makes so much more sense and is way more interesting and compelling???? Certainly better than (gets brain damaged) "Ah I'm now going to genocide all cold constructs because God told me to")

And then Drift with spectralism which...which... basically the extent of that whole religion is the name of a single festival (the Lost Light festival the eponymous ship was named after), and some stuff about face/body paint and colors having spiritual symbolism, then the Guiding Hand/Primus stuff that's also shared with Primalism. But then you have Drift who's the main representative of this religion basically being written as a phony who doesn't even believe in the shit coming out of his mouth. Or if his beliefs are sincere, the way he acts is basically just "oooooh, I sense unclean vibes and read into the energy of the universe" which is played for laughs or mocked by the other characters most of the time. And Drift's character is written so inconsistently (and the general religious worldbuilding so one-dimensional) that it's hard to tell if Drift is supposed to be read as some kooky fake hippie type or if he's genuinely a representation of Spectralism in general. Like, idk, the best JRO could come up for for building a religion was "they wear certain colors and patterns on them and vaguely talk about sensing energy from the universe?" It literally feels like baby's first fictional religion or like, religion as understood by a non-religious/atheist person who sees religion as nothing more than an aesthetic or some quirky rituals.

I'm not saying the story had to be about religion or have religion be brought up in every conversation, it's just...... the way he wrote/did worldbuilding for it comes off as as very "non-religious person who doesn't have any particular understanding of religion/why people are religious tries to write what they think religion is about" and most of the time it's kinda cringe.

[113-degrees-of-separation]

(Part 3) Bullets: A Last Stand of the Wreckers story.

Ironfist looked around Room 113, with its white walls and its featureless surfaces. Buried in the depths of Kimia, it couldn't have been more ordinary - far removed from the high-octane adventures of his beloved Wreckers, with their battles atop disintegrating star freighters and their skirmishes with The Anguished.

And yet as he took his seat in front of the Ethics Committee he knew that it was in nondescript rooms like this one that the important battles would be fought: heated discussions about pacts and treaties, sanctions and reparations. Forget vast armies of heavily-armed robots tearing into each other until the last one standing surrendered to his mortal wounds; the Autobot/Decepticon war would only reach its end when two robots sat opposite each other in a room like this one, forgot about the color of their badges, and started to talk.

"Thank you for your patience," said Xaaron from a table at the front of the room. Seated next to him were Animus and Trailbreaker, one each side. "Sometimes the Committee can reach a decision quickly, but on this occasion it was necessary to examine your submission from several angles. I will summarize the case before delivering the Committee's verdict."

Ironfist reached into his waist compartment and pulled out his trusty data slug; a black rectangle of metal stamped with a white Autobot symbol, he only needed it when nervous. As Xaaron began reading from prepared notes he flipped the slug between his fingers and took another look around. When the Ethics Committee had finished for the day, Room 113 would no doubt play host to another tableful of bureaucrats with glassy eyes and a thousand ways of apportioning blame.

The rush to convene committees was symptomatic of life after what had become known as the Surge. After a betrayal within the Autobot ranks, Megatron had acquired the access codes to all of the major Autobot outposts. Waves of Decepticons had attacked on multiple fronts, gripped by a terrifying desire to win. Prime, as always, had turned the tide, but the Autobot army that was left to pick up the pieces was decidedly ill-at- ease with itself. Now, every sullen soldier was a potential turncoat; anyone who raised their voice was a another one to watch; you'd loiter in a doorway to avoid a ranting comrade-in-arms before quietly passing on their name to Someone Higher Up. Plagued by mutual mistrust and desperate for ideological certainty, for fixity of purpose, the Autobots looked to those in charge to lay down some ground rules. And if that meant extra scrutiny, extra checks and balances, so be it.

Ironfist refocused as Xaaron held up a bullet.

"Your testimony, Ironfist, was crucial in helping the Committee decide whether to sanction the use of these 'cerebro-sensitive bullets' in general combat situations."

Ironfist was tired of the sterile language, the qualifiers and caveats. Everything was carefully considered these days: tactical decisions were made only after month-long strategy meetings, while official pronouncements were equivocal and gently shaded, lest they be undermined by unforeseen events. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that the hunger for accountability had begun before the Surge. It had begun, in fact, the moment it stopped raining on Babu Yar. There was horror at what Gideon's Decepticons had done to Flame's Autobots, but after the horror came the questions: just what was it that had fallen from that bright, cloudless sky and all but eaten the Autobots below? A few days later an anonymous informant had alerted High Command to the similarities between 'Gideon's Glue', the nickname given to this ravenous chemical weapon, and a hyper-toxic vesicant allegedly being developed on Kimia. Prowl had ordered an inquiry and all of Kimia's weapons engineers, from Brainstorm down, had given evidence before a panel appointed by Chief Justice Tyrest himself. A panel, chaired by Ultra Magnus, that had sat in this very room.

To Ironfist, who - like everyone else - had denied playing any part in the creation of the vesicant, the Magnus Inquiry had felt like a trial. Skyfall had been a tremendous source of strength; a confidant and a trusted advisor, his best friend had sensed the depths of his anguish and arranged for him to be ferried away from Kimia so that he could start a new life elsewhere. In the end that hadn't been necessary: Magnus ruled that it was impossible to establish a definite link between the massacre on Babu Yar and any chemical weapons developed on Kimia. But the seeds of suspicion had been planted, and the Ethics Committee was just one of several ways of keeping tabs on Brainstorm and the rest of them.

Xaaron continued: "The Committee understands that, when fired, these bullets exhibit something you describe as 'cranial bias.' They abandon their natural trajectory in favour of the nearest… well, the nearest head."

"Yes," said Ironfist, sensing that he was expected to elaborate. "Each bullet has a simple onboard computer which is activated when the bullet is fired. The computer immediately locks on to its target's neural processor."

"Tell me, Ironfist," said Trailbreaker, picking up the bullet and guiding it in slow motion towards his own head. "Are you proud of what you've done?"

Ironfist dropped his data slug. "I'm sorry?"

"Most weapons can be used to wound. To disarm. To neutralize a threat. Your weapon kills. Every time. And I wondered whether, in your world, that counted as a success."

"Trailbreaker's question will be struck from the record," said Xaaron.

"The moral issues raised by the existence of these bullets are for the Committee to consider, not you." He raised a hand to silence Trailbreaker's objection. "And the Committee has reached a decision. Ironfist, please stand.

"This Committee is charged with upholding Section 19 of the Autobot Code, and to that end we have considered whether to sanction the use of this ammunition. We have decided that to use cerebro-sensitive bullets against enemy combatants would in all but the most exceptional cases constitute a war crime. The manufacture of these bullets is henceforth banned under Protocol III of the Non-Conventional Weapons Act. You have 36 hours to surrender the bullets and any specially adapted firing mechanism." Xaaron and the others walked out, leaving Ironfist standing and staring into space.

"Hey."

He jumped as he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Skyfall holding up his hands apologetically.

"Relax, buddy, it's me. How'd it go?"

"Protocol III." "Aw, no. I'm sorry. Who was chairing? Xaaron? Well, that explains it. The guy lost his bearings decades ago. He's older than most mineral deposits."

Skyfall detected a smile behind Ironfist's faceplate. "See, that's where you're better than me, Fiz. If I'd just been humiliated by a bunch of pacifists - if I'd just seen months of work go up in smoke - I'd be mad as hell."

Ironfist shrugged, stepped into the corridor and closed the door behind them.

"Room 113, of all places," said Skyfall. "I still get flashbacks to the Inquiry. Sitting there in front of Magnus, listening to Nightbeat talk about scar patterns and droplet craters."

"Let's not go there."

"No, you're right. I know I had it bad, but it was nothing compared to the grilling they gave you. I'd have buckled. After the third day of questioning, I'd have buckled." Skyfall steered Ironfist towards The Exit Rooms, a warren of recharge booths next to the shuttle bays and the one place where Kimia's staff could take a break from their duties and ingest energon or engex. "But you, my friend, are made of sterner stuff. The strong and silent type… A little bit Impactor-esque, if you don't mind me saying so."

"Stop it," grinned Ironfist, struggling to contain a spark surge.

"Uh-oh, here comes Perceptor's brainier spark brother," said Skyfall.

"Hi, Brainstorm. Don't tell me - Room 113?"

Kimia's foremost weapons engineer lifted up a slim case that was handcuffed to his wrist. "How'd you guess?"

Brainstorm was a legend among Kimia's engineering community, mainly because his weapons were so horrendously over the top. More often than not, whatever exotic gun Ironfist or Crosshairs or Tripwire unveiled,

Brainstorm had not only developed a more extreme version but had seen it rejected by a scandalized Ethics Committee who had found the weapon so morally reprehensible that to even contemplate its use in all but the most extreme combat situations (such as the imminent destruction of Cybertron) was utterly unconscionable. Brainstorm rather gleefully referred to these weapons as the Unmentionables.

"What's in the case?" asked Skyfall.

Brainstorm leaned forward conspiratorially. "I call it an MCP. Malevolent Counterintuitive Pathogen. It's based on the Uncertainty Principle. When you open this case you'll find whatever you least expect. And then it'll kill you."

"Very funny," said Ironfist. "You are joking, right?"

Skyfall tugged his arm. "Come on, Fiz. Exit Rooms."

"I'm going to need that cerebro-gun back, Brainstorm," Ironfist called out as he was dragged away. "Don't worry about giving it the once over."

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[witchofthesouls]

Okay, but what about Revelation becoming sparked with a Pharma babe while still in the possession of Tyrest or even if they manage to escape?

There's a scar inside his mouth, right on the inner part of his lower lip. Hidden away from optics, much like the bite on the base of his neck and the subtle crimp of the cables beneath the pristine armor of his left winglet.

Pharma finds himself running his glossa over the scar, catching the roughness of where you sank your denta into the softer mesh of his mouth.

He can't help but savor it. All those vicious hurts. Pharma may not have any idea who you were before, but he enjoys those rebellious, little signs. Burning optics, denta sharp, and crushing strength when raw and unguarded.

Tyrest preferred you docile. Slack and dreamy and biddable in his berth. Easy to guide and manage. Glossy and shiny outside of it. Something to be admired amidst the lawmaker's collection. Respectable to be matched to the Chief Justice.

What does it say that Pharma prefers your features twisted with intensity (with righteousness, with rage, and in the softer moments, a concentration something akin to devoured by) rather than that pliant, semi-aware self under the influence of whatever concoction Tyrest brought?

Within the Atrium, he was able to take you in the shadows of the library, datapads of medical charts and court cases pushed aside, careful not to damage them, as you and he nipped at each other. In his workshop, when everything was put away and neatly categorized, your legs crush his waist and hands and not-hands rake over metal, plating and the medbay berth. Energon tangled across shared glossa and bleeding bright over armor.

The Lost Light is a different story. You fall back on the Chief Justice’s training, you hid the strain behind the courtly manners, and it’s absolutely wasted on these mechs.

The only privacy is the habsuite shared between you and him, and already others question it.

But you’re a tenacious individual that’s adamant to stay with him when he couldn’t save himself, and Pharma can’t bring himself to care about other mechs’ opinions on this matter.

Fields tangled, sated, and relaxed in the aftermath of the third round. The tension in his frame has fled and your jittering anxiety and shimmering anger have calmed for the moment. He nuzzles your neck and savors the heat radiating off your frame, the sting of the bleeding scrapes from your talons etched in his back, the quietness of the room-

Remedy suddenly cries from the attached cradle-pod, limbs flailing out of the thermal sheets, hungry and awake, and drowns out the purring from Mercy -the photovoltaicat has fattened up with far more plentiful sources of prey.

He rolls off you, vents still steaming, and watches you flop to your side to scoop Remedy out from the pod, plating shifting away to expose your heavy wells. He shifts to press your back, your wingspan falling in a more comfortable position, easy to peer over your shoulder. Remedy mewls, fists clenching and suckles on a nozzle, vision still nonexistent from the milky film over those optics -it’s far thinner than before, and soon they’ll see the sparkling’s colors.

It's not proper to sink into a carrier's valve as a bitlet fuels, but Pharma hasn't been proper in a very long time and you're a strange creature that exists to defy everything, despite Tyrest's obsessions and adherence to proprietary.

Besides, this carriage is far more demanding than the last. With the sparklet directly forming inside the gestation chamber, it’ll take after more from himself with consistent supply, especially when you're reluctant to let anyone else between your legs.

You make no complaint as he sinks into your frame from behind, warm and wet and still deliciously tight, still trembling from the last round, just a soft noise at the back of your throat when Pharma rocks into you, mouthing your well-loved neck cables as you twitch.

[transingthoseformers]

PART 6 of Rodimus's Exile AU

Rodimus definitely got and continues to get monologues with Tyrest whom he snipes at but doesn't get much of a response. Tyrest just hmms at him and treats him like a lab rat, poking at his Outlier ability and fascinated by the after effects the Matrix left in him. Apparently there is lingering energy.

It is unpleasant because Rodimus gives him ideas.

This begins a cycle of experiments, Pharma, and Star Saber giving him the weirdest most intense twenty questions after every visit he has ever experienced which ranges from strangely mundane ones (Where was he born? Which leads to the discussion of Alyon which is obviously famous for being hand shaped and linked to the Guiding Hand which causes another session of intense staring.) to invasive (How did it feel to make the choice to burn his people rather than let them be taken? "Fuck off." And then no answering questions for awhile.) to some strange religious pop quiz (Rodimus feels fairly strange to know all the answers. He'd learned a lot when he was young and in conversations with Drift and others about it so he knows quotes. This is interesting because it is the only part where Star Saber gets lively with him because Rodimus offers interpretations of different passages and stories and it upsets him and sometimes he tries to argue back and leaves. Sometimes he returns with counter arguments and other times, the rarest, he "concedes" Rodimus has a point on some sections. Those are honestly the weirdest for Rodimus because Star Saber gets this weird glow in his eyes.)

Star Saber has taken to scooping Rodimus up and giving him a moment to collect himself when he is left shaky before taking him out to Pharma.

Pharma is much more normal, surprisingly so given what First Aid told him and Drift. He definitely has some moments where he freezes and stares or closes off completely. Rodimus learns Ratchet is a Big No. Tyrest was also one that made him tense up go Fake and talk about how grateful he is the Chief Justice and how much he respects him. That meeting got cut short. First Aid and Ambulon are strangely not forbidden and at times Pharma talks about them unprompted and tells stories and sounds almost fond. Of him.

Then there is one very odd, very weird moment that stands out when Rodimus admits that Ambulon died and it was his fault and how.

Pharma gets a weird distant not quite there expression and his voice sounds drifty when he says that's impossible because Overlord is dead. He told him about it. And he was never not thorough. He'd been in a strangely good mood following it, preening and telling Pharma about all the details. He'd wanted to celebrate. And then Pharma cuts off and Rodimus carefully starts speaking to him softly asking about what different things in the room were, what they were used for and how. Slowly Pharma focuses on it and comes back falling into a very student being quizzed attitude and it calms him. His only further comment is of course Prowl was involved in Rodimus's fall too.

They mostly chat, pretending they aren't captives to a mad judge. While doing so they both realize they are both from Alyon and while Rodimus settled in Nyon, Pharma got sent to Rodion and eventually Iacon and to Ratchet's mentorship. They are Hot Spot and Generation buddies. They talk about lighter things. Music, movies, hobbies, flying vs. racing, Pre-War lives, and, unexpectedly, they both enjoy the same trashy medical drama. Pharma's hobbies always surrounded medicine and he enjoyed and excelled at it. Rodimus enjoyed racing, burn art, and actually enjoyed medicine as well as learning first aid.

Pharma perks up and seems to bloom teaching Rodimus thongs and even injures himself to let Rodimus repair it way too casually for comfort and acts totally calm while Rodimus squawks to his amusement. Star Saber works in on a nervous Rodimus repairing Pharma's arm while Pharma looks down at him amused wings shaking with laughter. Star Saber waits, watching with interest as Pharma walks Rodimus through it.

Yep yep and fuck, it's never a good sign when Tyrest gets ideas

Hmmm no yeah super duper interesting game that Pharma and Star Saber are playing with Rodimus

Star Saber's intriguing me rn because I can't decipher what his angle is.

Now, I understand Pharma moreso and mood so far on the freeze ups

hmm on the detail of Ambulon, considering how in this timeline Overlord kills him, but to me it seems like Pharma vaguely knows ~something~ (or at least thinks he does). hmm.

Awww on the more lighthearted stuff, interesting that they're both from Alyon

okay I know that's a typo and it's supposed to say things but I got the hilarious (among other things) image of Rodimus in a bright pink thong and I am obligated to share that with the class

Pharma that is not a thing completely sane people do

So shit's going down while they're captured, not in a "everything is exploding and everyone is fighting" way but in a sort of unnerving way.

[cybertroniancoining]

Cybertronian Frametype Genders (part 2)

Note: I used toy pics since it was the easiest to quickly remove backgrounds from. I will eventually make alt versions with alt-modes seen in the comics/shows/movies if I have the energy to cut out the backgrounds from those.

Deepspacecraftgender : A gender connected to having the deep space shuttlecraft Cybertronian frametype, a frametype characterized by being intended mainly for deep space travel and of a distinctly different shape than standard shuttles. This can be used in addition to Shuttlegender if one considers themselves both. An example character that may fit this gender is: Cosmos (Any Continuity)

Dinobotgender : A gender connected to having the dinobot Cybertronian frametype, a frametype characterized by having some sort of dinosaur or prehistoric creature as an alt mode. Some example characters that may fit this gender include: Megatron (Beast Wars), Grimlock, and Swoop (Any Continuity).

Dualframegender: A gender connected to having two distinct frametypes that one transforms into simultaneously, as opposed to a triple-changer who can only change into one at a time. This gender can be used in tandem with genders for the two specific frametypes one holds. An example character that may fit this gender is: Overlord (G1, IDW).

Flightframegender : A gender connected to having the flightframe Cybertronian frametype, a frametype characterized by being flight-capable. This is considered an umbrella term and can be further dissected (Seekergender, Rotarygender, Medijetgender etc). Some example characters that may fit this gender include: Chief Justice Tyrest (IDW), Starscream (Any Continuity), Vortex (Any Continuity).

Generatorgender : A gender connected to having the generator or a generator-derived Cybertronian frametype, a frametype characterized by being able to generate one's own electricity. An example character that may fit this gender is: Kaon (IDW).

Part 1 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7

[scientificmicroscope]

Henry Cavill has reportedly joined the cast of Transformers One as ‘Chief Justice Tyrest’.

......HOLD UP

[chaozrael]

I...made new huge Tyrest wings for an updated cosplay. TFNation here we come~

[synchros]

I keep forgetting to post this, but hey, I did a thing for @tftarotproject! here's the preview for everyone's favorite holey(er)-than-thou chief justice, the patron saint of swiss cheese himself, Tyrest 💖

The digital deck will be available July 1st with a physical release happening later. Part of the proceeds will be going to the PCRF - check out the page for more info!