#human and transfomers

[sunyoungpeony]

The Glitch: Optimus Prime x Tessa Yeager

[confusion-n-delay]

[plantemane]

Today I am back with…

DOOMED ROBOT YAOI!!!

Welcome my Orion Pax/ Optimus Prime and D-16/Megatron human designs. I fucking love them. I love them so much, I think they just need to kiss. Please please talk to me about transformers, I’m going insane. I’ve watched Transformers One 6 times already in the last 4 days of me first seeing this movie.

[michaela-o]

Hello!!! I hope it’s okay if you can doodle prowl holding his human like he’s holding a cat? That would be so adorable. Have a good day ❤️❤️🥺🥺

Hello Ikko !! Thanks for the idea !! <3🧡🧡🧡

Here’s Prowl holding a human !! ( he’s trying his best to be gentle :’) )

[startheskelaton]

Okay so putting this here because this has been in my brain for so long and I need to share it because how has this not been done yet!! Image a cult in the Transformers universe, but it’s a decepticon convincing a bunch of humans that he’s an angel here to save them from the end of times.

Or just a group of people who worship a huge transformers corpse, and they drink the emerging blood as a form of ritual and are slowly growing clumps of energon from themselves.

[ioriofun]

⬇️🔞NSFW!!! (And cringe)🔞⬇️

[mskenway97]

TF One Orion Pax x OC(!fem!reader!)x D-16

Beyond Space and Reality

Summary: Astra was a scientist in search of something she had always wanted in life. But once she has made a hypothesis about a source of life and no possible alien existence, she decides to travel. To discover that not everything is like the movies she saw.

Words: 1,5k

Warning: g/t content , g/t fearplay, size difference, first contact au, polyamory

CAP 1: Landing on the planet

I will put the links of pillowfort and ao3 to publish this application:

Pillowfort

Ao3

[oppysbabydoll]

May I ask for Ratchet from Tfp and a nonbinary human

ratchet (tfp)/enby reader (sfw)

ratchet x enby reader

i mentioned this before on my blog, but i don’t subscribe to the idea that the transformers follow humans conventions of gender. so when when ratchet learns about the nonbinary label, he’s confused. the idea of humans “two genders” already lost him so the fact nonbinary exists (as a gender, you’ve yet to mention the spectrum) befuddles him

“there’s more?” ratchet asks when you explain your gender: nonbinary. he scrunches his eyes—optics, you correct yourself—in what you assume can only be confusion. he crosses his arms. huffs. “i thought you humans followed a binary system.”

you bite your lips. resists the urge to look down to the floor, not meet his gaze. you know that what he’s saying comes from a place of ignorance than active malice, but you won’t deny that it hurt. to have the same rhetoric from your… friend (he’s more than that, your heart squeezes. your heart skips whenever he’s in the room. you ignore it) that you hear from bigots.

“some of us do.” you shrug, aiming to be unbothered. seeing how ratchet’s optics narrow, you’re doubtful of its success. “there’s people that believe that gender is a binary system, and it’s always been that way. but there’s always been certain cultures that had more than two genders. their history is just erased or ignored in history.”

“besides…” you close your eyes and take a breath. look away from ratchet’s gaze. you aren’t ready to face him, of the judgement that could arise. “even if that wasn’t the case, it doesn’t erase the fact it’s what i—what people are most comfortable being referred to. and that others should respect that. even… even if they don’t understand it.”

silence. there’s silence. then—

“…oh.”

oh god, oh god, oh god, he’s judging you. he thinks you’re weird and dealt and—

“…like frame types.” you hear him mumble as servos rotate. slowly, you lift your head up. surprisingly, he’s the one now not meeting your eye. “very well. i…” his engine whirls. you cant read the expression but…

it’s not as disbelieving as bigots.

“i appreciate your explanation. it answers my questions. move along now.”

you swallow, your stomach churning. the talk feels unfinished: you desire to ask him about frame types, what they mean in cybertronian society. but seeing how he buries himself in his work… you don’t make that leap. instead, you nod along, taking the dismissal to leave the room. ignore the quickening of your heart.

in your leave, you fail to notice ratchet editing your medical biography in the computer’s program to your preferred pronouns.

[hallucinateonpaperspines]

Imagine a world thats like a butterfly.

It's pretty, and unique, something that you hold your breath and watch from a distance as those bright colors and patterns dance in front of your eyes. Some parts of it aren’t so pretty, the tongue is a little creepy, that segmented body disturbing if you examine it too closely, and lord hope you don’t learn about how the insect tastes with the very feet that are touching you.

Then again, some might find that cool.

The world is pretty, it's a little weird, it’s not something you’ve seen before, but most of all, it's fragile.

You could crush it without thinking. A sadistic child could rip it apart. A disconnected scientist could pin its husk to a wall. Even if it's not one of you that kills it, the beautiful thing has such a delicate balance, old generations passing within weeks and replaced by new in an endless cycle dependent on the environment around them. Not too hot, not too cold, not too soon, not too late. Life is dependent on factors out of control.

And what is this little butterfly’s defense? A facade of strength? The ability to hide in tiny places? A poison that will inconvenience a predator at the cost of their own end?

How soft. How delicate. How pathetically sad.

That's Earth to Cybertron.

But that’s Cybertron’s view. In quite a few ways it is correct, but there is a single factor that is missing; Humanity is terrifying.

That basically is the sum of my Once Upon a Time series.

We’re paradoxical, intricate, willful little buggers that don’t know how to quit. The transformers' continuities I’ve always seen tend to push humanity to the side, make us the damsels in distress, or a temporary side arc to examine as the big picture paints itself around us. 

I get, I mean, it's transformers, We’re here for transforming robots, not fleshy faces that you can see in any other version of media. Give the audience what they pay for. In those instances, I’d prefer if Earth/humans were written out entirely. Focus on the bots if there the only thing that narratively matters, please.

So imagine a little butterfly, so pretty and delicate, is crushed under a steal-toed boot. Butterfly dead. You walk away, unwilling to see the squished and paper-thin remains. There are more important things to do, so why waste anything other than disappointment on something so small?

The issue is that the planet was never a butterfly to begin with. 

The bug picks itself up and keeps crawling. Keeps living. We’ll find another dark corner, creep along outside, and slink our way into your home. We’ll repurpose, infest, and grow. We’ll survive and infuriate, disgust, and horrify those who learn what we really are. We aren’t butterflies, not entirely.

We’re space cockroaches.

[zenozero106]

I messed up on Optimus skin tone a little because my markers kept mixing or I couldn't add enough layers to make him less orange💀

[blue-mirage]

I’ve started Transformuary which is a challenge made by @misqnon! For Day One I drew Cliffjumper. He deserves more love for being in Bumblebee’s shadow all the time. Also I’m drawing my android versions because I will have my brain explode trying to draw a car ;-;.

Art and speed paint are below the cut!

[dundeey-art]

restaurant tissue prowldeey idgaf

[magnimoon]

Happy New Year!!

In case I don't see you today, I want to wish a happy new year to everyone that begun following me this year, we almost reach the 200 followers. I'll make something special for it ;-;!!!

Thank for either following me either for my Transformers fanart, fanfic or even the my Sandrock pals! (I haven't fogotten that small one shot I made, you'll have more!)

I wanted to thank you showing you a fanart a friend made of my ship, her name es Bel Lucilfer on Facebook, she's a great artist!

For those that began following due to my OptiLily content, I uploaded another episode in Ao3:

I promise to post more content next year, any my dear Lillian will finally make her appearance on the story!

One more time, Happy New Year and enjoy you time with those you love c:

[my-writings-and-musings]

I return with some short/sweet Earthspark Starscream x Reader content to try and ease me back into writing! Hope you all enjoy!

The first slivers of morning light to reach your eyes were met with a grunt of displeasure and an instinctive roll to the side, the comfort of your extra toasty nest pulling you back into one of the better rests you'd ever had and pushing away wakefulness at any cost. A slight hum from below soothed all the tension from your body, bringing a smile back to your face as you snuggled deeper into the blankets. The outside world had nothing this cozy to offer you. 

Catching the familiar sound of a bot taking in a vent just below, you cracked open an eye to find the Seeker beneath your nest in the middle of a yawn, his lean frame flexing as he stretched his arms over his helm. Every movement was careful not to disturb the thin mattress and blanket tangle atop his chest acting as your bed, but you knew Starscream would want you up sooner rather than later. Closing both eyes and remaining limp, you tried to pretend to be in deep sleep, hoping his spark might be softened by the sight of his favorite human sleeping peacefully. 

A digit stroked along your cheek to dash your hopes, but you did your very best to stay still, even when he chuckled beneath you and the bounce carried through the mattress.

"Wakey wakey." he purred with another teasing brush of his thumb. It took all of your acting skills to stay still, your desire for sleep matched only by how much you enjoyed spending time with your beloved bot. He chuckled again and playfully brushed your hair aside, making it clear you were had with a boop of your nose. "I know you're faking, Y/N. You can't fool me so easily."

"Nooooo..." was all you could say, despite now being thoroughly awake. There was just something about snuggling next to a spark that was more comfortable than you could possibly put into words.

"Come now; I didn't visit so you could use me as a glorified bed frame. Up." he said, still playful but slightly more firm as he tugged on your blankets. Relenting with a yawn, you rubbed your eyes and accepted his help climbing to the floor, bare feet meeting the large carpeted rug that the Seeker usually slept on. Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you walked over to the heavily upgraded barn's makeshift kitchenette and flicked on the lights. Starscream removed your nest from his chassis and stretched out his lean frame with further teasing. "Besides, it's rude for the host to rise after guests."

"Mhmm..." you replied as your stomach gave its first growl. Not willing to put much effort into feeding yourself, you opened a cupboard for your favorite cereal and set about pouring it in a bowl. Bright blue optics turning to the sound compelled you to speak as you added the milk before returning it to the tiny fridge. "It's rude for hosts to eat without serving guests too, but if you want breakfast, we'll have to swing by the Maltos. I don't exactly have energon on tap."

Starscream averted his gaze, expression briefly looking more conflicted than distraught at the idea before he recovered, mock disgust shielding his ego as usual.

"As much as I enjoy those visits..." he sighed and rested his arms behind his helm, as if the very idea was wearing him out. "It's far too early for that much affection. I can wait."

It was your turn for teasing. The Malto kids had a much more positive view of the Seeker after his dramatic and timely rescue, and as such, swarmed him like eager puppies whenever the two of you stopped by. You found it utterly adorable, especially when he tried his hardest to pretend such tender displays of affection weren't to his liking, or that Hashtag didn't have him at her beck and call for selfies, movie watching, or whatever else her spark desired. Finishing up another spoonful, you carried your bowl over and sat beside his helm, smiling as he cracked open an optic. "Awwww, not ready to be swarmed by your fan club?"

"Not at the moment... Their energy is boundless." he said dramatically, pinching the bridge of his nose as if fighting a headache. You knew he was being silly even if he wasn't exaggerating too much. Any one of the Malto kids was a boundless ball of youthful exuberance, and by their powers combined they could wear out even the most energetic adults. Starscream always fell into deep, unshakeable recharge after those visits, and you were never far behind. The Seeker sighed as he leaned his helm against your side, resembling a twenty foot cat so closely you couldn't resist the urge to give his helm a loving stroke. A smug yet affectionate smile pulled on his lips as he savored the gentle touch. "I'd much prefer a quiet morning, free of obligations. I've more than earned it." 

"I can handle that. How about a movie?" you replied quickly, reaching for the remote that had been tucked in your blanket nest. Clicking on the wall mounted flatscreen that Starscream continuously claimed to have obtained legally before gifting to you, you scrolled through a dozen or so streaming apps. 

Holding forth his cupped palm, Starscream agreed with a predictable caveat. "So long as I get to pick. I am the guest, after all."

"You're the guest." you agreed with a smile, handing the remote over before finishing up your cereal and shoving the bowl aside. The Seeker skillfully managed the human sized buttons as you snuggled against his side, just able to hear the birdsong of a beautiful morning beginning outside. As far as you were concerned, the whole world could wait while the two of you enjoyed the simple delight of a lazy morning. Judging by how his arm not so subtly curled around you, he felt exactly the same.

[michaela-o]

Would you be interested in doodling Elita One and Optimus with their human squished between them? The human a blushy mess all the while.

( slightly suggestive under the cut minors please dni )

I had so much fun drawing this one !!

God i love dom Cybertronian women especially Elita🥹🫶🏻

( Also i apologize for not including optimus in the drawing but it was a bit of a challenge to include him in so i stuck with only Elita i hope you don’t mind :>🧡🧡 )

[gl1tt3r-gutz-and-r0b0tz-sl]

Sacrificed the wrong bitch.

I PROMISE ILL EXPLAIN ALL THIS SHIT ONE DAY. IM JUST SPOUTING OUT IDEAS