#g1 verse

[metallightningbug]

@forgottenbodyandmemories

There were thus far exactly two things Shrapnel liked about Rumble, his general chaotic energy and the fact that the cassette was shorter than him. That was generally also the extent of what the Insecticon knew about him, given that they had rarely interacted.

Currently they were both stuck sitting around, waiting for the signal to do their part in executing another one of Megatron's plans. He couldn't deny that thunderstorms and earthquakes sounded like a fun combination, however the exact purpose of this little cooperation was a mystery to him. Maybe Shrapnel would have managed to understand the plan if he had paid a little more attention... In the end it didn't matter as long as he was getting his promised reward.

[doctor-pharma]

19. “It's nothing, really.”

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"I have heard that same lie from mechs less obviously ill than yourself." he said disapprovingly. "I didn't believe it then and I don't believe it now."

It truly was remarkable sometimes how many bots would try to play off injuries or sicknesses as 'nothing'. Pharma had never understood why anyone would do that. What did they hope to gain from denying that they were unwell?

"Shouldn't our second in command be more responsible than this? You are setting a terrible example." His wings stood perked up in slight agitation as he scolded Prowl. SIC or not, when it came to matters of health medics were the highest authority.

[helicrazy]

{ apathetic-until-distracted } 🍆? We have yet to make them interact, but I'm curious!

@apathetic-until-distracted

Dead End groans as he awakens from his recharge. Generally, his body always feels stiff like an offlined body, yet this time around it felt... fulfilled? In such a way that he experienced the most intense overload of his life. Except his vague processor is having a difficult time trying to recall who he was with and what exactly happened. He can only wait till his systems are online and sit tight. 

Ah. That’s right. The Porsche remembers being on a sofa. He can detect the soft cushion on his back plating. Where ever he is, it’s comfortable and only slightly better than being on the cold floor in the Nemesis. 

The Stunticon’s legs and arms extend to stretch out his joints. Then gets a little surprise from each servo grazing against something on the couch. His left brushes what feels like a rectangular stick, which he discovers right away is a device used for smoking substances. It would explain why his memories were a little fuzzy. Dealing with the aftermath of being high and all. 

His right servo feels cables, two of them, and it didn’t take a genius to know that he was currently connected to someone. Feeling his cord plugged into whoever’s port and theirs into his. With the gestalt bond so quiet he can only assume that it was not a Stunticon beside him.

Dead End’s visor finally flickers online and the first thing he sees is a video playing on a screen in front of him. That quickly distracts him from scanning around the room once noticing that it was no normal movie. It’s a snuff film. Upon observing he spots a familiar grey and teal-looking helicopter appearing on the screen, pressing a sword against a tied-up mech’s spark casing. Suddenly he feels a mixture of pleasure and exhilaration that shoots through the cables and into his frame. Building up another charge as he hears a well-known giggle to his right.

“Oh goodie. You’re alive. I honestly thought you died there for a second.” 

The memories come flooding back to the Stunticon.

Thinking about death wasn’t enough, he wanted to actually experience it, but not in a way that could actually offline him. Primus forbid Motormaster would destroy the whole ship if he did such a stupid stunt. Thus he decided to ask someone who had the best knowledge about it. And he’ll be honest, going into Combaticon territory to talk to Vortex of all mechs seemed like a death sentence itself, but he knew the copter would be thrilled about the offer.

He’s welcomed into Vortex’s room, gets told to sit down, and watches the grey mech prepare the show. Then grabs some smoking sticks and pulls out their cable before sitting down beside the Stunticon. He’s somewhat skeptical at first but accepts the cable exchange, grabs a stick, and begins smoking while following Vortex’s instructions. 

Keep your spark pulse low. Shut off all systems one by one to ensure he didn’t cause a complete shutdown. Be free of any thoughts and simply let his processor feel like it was floating in the skies. His vision was to stay on the screen. Watching back-to-back deaths of mechs sparks or the lights in their optics fade out. 

Vortex did the rest of sending pulses of demise and pain over the cable. Having been in the war much longer than Dead End has, he’s clearly come up against death more often. So he knows exactly what it feels like and gives it all to the Stunticon. 

And it was beautiful. 

Enough so that he ended up passing out after having the roughest overload he has ever felt. 

Did he... really just do that? Did he just get off of the feeling of dying or was that all the Combaticons doing? 

“So, you want another go?”

Dead End peers over to the grey mech. His processor is swimming with responses to give them but he can’t spit any out. Instead, he sends a hint of acceptance over the cable. 

Frag it. 

He does. 

[deecotan]

yapper x listener in every universe

[metallightningbug]

@tipsyteebs

You have divinity in your veins

It's in your words, your actions, your touch

It's in the earthy tones in your eyes

It's the way you adore the cosmos

And while I may yet be this twisted being

A being that is wretched and warped beyond what it originally was

While I yet may be this something

This wretched, unholy, ungodly thing

You still seem to deem me worthy of affection

You still deem me as this thing of good

You don't hesitate to say that I am still worthy

Worthy of your attention, your time, your love

And it makes me feel better

It eases the pains of these broken and mangled parts of me

Just to be able to know that you still find me worthy

And for a minute, once again, I feel holy

Because you share that bit of divinity with me

Because you turn those earthy eyes to me

Because it's you

Because good and holy God, it's all you

.

[scourgeofmyownbrain]

I made these at work today. I feel I did my vision justice.

Edit: I added tfo Bee, bc he's here now

[blighted-lights]

quick warm-ups of some more shockwave and clone ravage (ft an unimpressed starscream)! which you can see more of here and here <3

[wott11]

Sneak peak at a short animatic Im working on

Update: uploaded

[metallightningbug]

Another laugh as he saw the bot running, seemingly finally starting to show some fear. Though at least getting shot with his own weapon was not something Smokescreen needed to be worried about. The Insecticon didn't need a weapon to kill and preferred doing it up close and personal if he had the opportunity for it. No, he wouldn't need a gun to take on one lone (and now unarmed) Autobot, and as such saw it fit to get rid of the thing lest his new 'friend' managed to get his servos on it again.

Teeth sharp enough to cut through metal with ease and jaws capable of crushing a mechs arm like an empty can allowed him to make the weapon unusable with one hard bite, before he threw it onto the ground.

Shrapnel's arm was feeling a bit better, mostly just numb again, and his servo had stopped twitching involuntarily. He got up from where he had been sitting and unhurriedly followed the Autobot. "You know you can't hide from me (me)."

metallightningbug Despite the Autobot falling heavily onto his legs and the sudden rain of rock shards, Shrapnel reacted by laughing, taking an almost childish joy in having successfully tripped him. In an attempt to take advantage of how close the bot now was, the Insecticon grabbed for the guns barrel with his uninjured arm, aiming to either wrest the weapon from Smokescreen or at least crush the barrel to make it all but useless.

Wrest it he does, with Smokescreen paying attention more to his hurt feelings and knees than Shrapnel's quick action. Realising his mistake in not paying attention, Smokescreen now scrambles to his feet and down the short corridor and around the rock before the Insecticon can get the rifle turned and aimed at his back.

Smokescreen listens for approach, in case the Con decides he can put up a fight now. In more open air now, Smokescreen can smell spilt body fluids in the air. He turns his head to look around, now seeing the remains of the two guards he was driving with only forty minutes ago. Truly, remains, not bodies. Smokescreen turns his head away in absolute sickening disgust. Even after so many vorns of being forced by the war to work triage, he hasn't developed much tolerance for gore. But Smokescreen knows he's not dealing with learned survival behavours now. That, that is a Grade IV psychopath's work.

[speedygal]

Optimus: *gets lost in the multiverse by accident* Megatron at the Decepticons and Autobots: WHICH ONE OF YOU IDIOTS DID THIS?

[metallightningbug]

"why are you always so hungry?" It's prowl. He does not like being nibbled.

The question seemed so odd and stupid, it managed to pull the Insecticon from his thoughts of how he might escape. Since he had scratched up the paint on the last Autobot posted to keep an optic on him, they had switched to having his hands cuffed behind his back, further limiting his mobility.

"What kind of a question is that (that)?!" Shrapnel asked back, sounding pretty incredulous. "Don't you get hungry (hungry)?"

Speaking of which... he was definetly going to try taking a bite out of this guy if the Autobot were foolish enough to get too close to him.

[glittergummy]

draft of my own bumblebee design so far

art tag: @hexusproductions @ka-wa-bunga @train-fans-anonymous @boltslutters

[metallightningbug]

"Didn't you (you)?" the Insecticon questioned, slightly tilting his head to the side. "That's too bad (bad)..."

(@metallightningbug)

"I can help you with that urge to die (die)."

Hot Rod defensively raises his hands. "Hey now, never said nothin' 'bout an urge. Don't go takin' my words like that."

[deecotan]

i've been on a transformers brainrot lately so uhhhhh have some of my first attempt to draw these alien robots

[scourgeofmyownbrain]

Edit: I MADE AN UPDATED ONE GO LOOK AT THAT ONE IT'S BETTER I CITED MY SOURCES AND SHOWED MY WORK AND EVERYTHING

Ladies and Gentlemen, Bitches and Bastards, Witches and Wizards, Mothers and Fuckers. Esteemed robot enjoyers, I present to you a semi-accurate height comparison of Bumblebee across the multiverse (as of July 2024). This really helps visualize the truly staggering differences between universes, at least height-wise. Also, three of these characters are Canonically the Same Guy; guess which ones.

I spent way too much time on the chart in the back it's not even funny. I will probably make more height charts for more TF characters and universes in the future. Don't expect it soon though, because when I make these, I am fueled by pure I-Got-Bored-At-Work-And-I-Have-Decided-To-Fool-Around-With-Robot-PNGs, and that fuel supply is inconsistent at best.

Hey Fun Fact, Did you know that Generation 1 Optimus Prime is around 19 Feet Tall? Bet some of you already knew that. I have no ulterior motives for bringing this fact up, what are you talking about.

My height explanations are below the cut, because you couldn't shut me up if you tried.

In an order:

Gen 1 - ~10 feet (the wiki says greater than 3 meters so I rounded up to the first whole number because round)

Netflix Cybertron Trilogy - ~10 feet (He looks identical to Gen 1 so... the reason his photo looks weird is because I couldn't find a good full body photo with him standing straight up facing the camera so I put two images together to make the worst looking photoshop job you have ever seen)

Earth Spark - 10 feet (There is no confirmed height yet but using a screen shot of him standing in front of a barn door I was able to make a reasonable guess.)

Animated - 12 feet (I have no genuine source for this, I think this info is just someone's guesstimate, but it seems reasonable. He's a tiny two door mini car, how big could he be)

New Live Action - 15 feet (The wiki hath declared. Also do we have a name for this universe because we need one I don't want to keep saying like 6 words to differentiate this one from bayverse)

Bayverse V1 - 16 feet (This is like the first 3 movies minimum, I don't remember when he hits his growth spurt. also wiki my love)

Cyberverse - 18 feet (I'm gonna be honest, the only info we have is from a really shitty screen shot of a magazine. SO if any one has a copy of this book from the video below, a high quality scan would be greatly appreciated and I will kiss the ground you walk upon. Yes I found the video where the screen shot comes from leave me alone)

Bayverse V2 - 18 feet (movie 4-5 I can't remember which one, I'm not re-looking this up. I fucking love the bayverse tho, this is the only universe with concrete and consistent this-character-is-this-height info)

Aligned Cont. WF/FOC - 20 feet (video game info screens you god send, kiss me sweetly)

Aligned Cont. TFP/RID15 - 21 feet (I do not know exactly where these numbers were found, but I fully fucking believe them. Just by looking at these characters on the show I can verify these numbers in my mind. They made specifically this universe to be full of freakishly tall robots for some fucking reason.)

And for any one who doesn't know, the three tallest are the same guy. Like the 20 feet tall one and the 21 feet tall ones, same guy. The ones in three wildly different art styles and designs. Let that sink in...

I fucking hate the aligned continuity why is that one my favorite.

[blighted-lights]

all i have today is a humble offering of baby ravage 🤲 enjoy