#my first time drawing cybertronians how did i do

[fourphoenixfeathers]

What if.... I put the old man in the Twitter dress....

[ppnuggie]

　　　　　　MTMTE x gn reader

　　　　『　rodimus ,, ultra magnus ,, chromedome ,, rewind ,, megatron ,, whirl ,, tailgate ,, swerve ,, cyclonus ,, first aid ,, ratchet ,, drift ,, gender neutral reader 』

　　-> christmas on the lost light

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack

　　— sorry i havent been uploading as much 😭💔 ive been busy with work and school ,, but im on christmas break so hopefully ill be able to get through the few requests i have sitting in my inbox rn and reopen requests :(( ima try to start uploading more now as much as i can ❤️ heres a little something for christmas though ! hope you all enjoy christmas this year <3

• it was natural for the bots aboard to be interested in human customs ,, having lived in a war most their life . death and violence were something they were quite used to experiencing ,, never really having the time to experience anything outside of the horrors of war itself .

• swerve was one of the few main bots that pestered you often about human holidays . cybertronians didn't celebrate much ,, unless they were a group of autobots who just gave some decepticons a what-for .

• then again ,, swerve usually asked many questions regarding things on earth and what humans do . sometimes you humored him ,, sometimes you told little lies ,, like if you clapped three times in a mall it would be a sign that a tiger was loose . it was quite fun to put silly nonsense in that processor of his at times .

• though when it came to christmas he would not leave you alone . whether you celebrated it or not ,, you still explained the custom in general to him . how old saint nicholas would mosey on down the chimney ,, eat the cookies and drink the milk left out for him ,, and leave presents under the tree lit well and adorned with ornaments .

• you even pulled up the santa tracker for swerve ,, showing him where santa would go and be ,, how on christmas eve he would be flying around with his reindeer and leave presents

• hearing all of this intrigued chromedome and rewind ,, as well as tailgate and whirl . cyclonus didn't understand the hype and belief of having an old random man leave gifts in your house and eat your food even if left out specifically him . tailgate was thrilled though ,, a funny little old man leaving him gifts seemed so heavenly to him . chromedome and rewind ,, however ,, had different opinions . rewind was interested in this human holiday ,, whilst chromedome shared the same opinion as cyclonus . how were you sure this 'santa' guy wasnt gonna rob you ? and when you were sleeping nonetheless .

• rodimus already knew of this tradition ,, as did ratchet and ultra magnus . rodimus was quite ecstatic at the idea of having a christmas party ,, watching christmas movies and sipping on energon . maybe he could even have you sit on his lap ,, all cozy in those soft blankets and sippin on your own mug of hot chocolate .

• ratchet couldnt care less ,, grumbling something about how 'you humans and your holidays and customs' . though he definitely didnt deny the offer of going to this christmas party ,, it was nice to spend some time that didn't involve life threatening situations for once .

• ultra magnus ,, on the other hand ,, was quite picky about how the christmas party should be set up . he even tried to ban home alone ,, saying he didnt want rodimus to get any ideas from the traps in the movie . the last thing he needed was to end up in one the next day . though ,, the many outweigh the few ,, and so home alone was allowed in the movie marathon .

• now when you told him about the grinch ,, he wasnt sure if you were mocking him by saying it was an actual movie or if he should be concerned for what this dr.seuss guy was drawing . i mean ,, have you seen how hairy the grinch is ? or how the whos in whoville are shaped ? pointy noses and all ,, it was quite new to magnus .

• megatron ,, who overheard everything ,, already knew he wasnt going to be wanted at the party . it made sense ,, his past and everything he's done to earth and its people . though when you asked him to come ,, that you personally wanted him there ,, he swore he felt his spark stop for a second . he only gave a nod ,, whilst ravage bickered to him that night in his habsuite .

• whirl ,, to say the least ,, was prepared to fight santa . he was watching the santa tracker ,, waiting for the jolly fellow to pop up so whirl could fly down and bring out the big guns ( that brainstorm recently made ,, not yet tested out or put through a test trial so lord knows what may go wrong) . magnus almost had to throw him in the brig if he couldnt contain his sudden rage and fury for the old man .

• first aid was somewhat interested ,, never having celebrated a holiday before . it would be nice ,, getting together and doing nothing but watching movies all day . he hadnt seen movies from earth that much either ,, besides a few fast n furious ones here and there . needless to say ,, he was somewhat concerned for humans need to trash cars . he cringed a little on the inside ,, watching those perfectly good cars blow up . it was like a horror movie but for cybertronians .

• during the movie marathon ,, whirl tried to sneak violent night and black christmas in ,, saying they were also christmas movies and that they should watch them . magnus ended up throwing them out ,, saying no one really felt like seeing dying people during this one time of peace .

• drift enjoyed the nightmare before christmas ,, the claymation alone was enough to captivate him . then the designs of the characters ,, the music and songs ,, even jack's childlike wonder for christmas matched his own (in a few ways) . during that movie you sat with him ,, sharing a few facts about the movie itself . how long it took to make and how hard it is to do claymation movies .

• during the polar express you stayed with rewind and chromedome ,, snuggling in between the two and sippin on your hot chocolate . rewind enjoyed watching the train on the ice whilst chromedome puffed about how he coulda easily done that himself and saved everyone . you only rolled your eyes ,, muttering out a sure as you fought back a smile .

• during a break in between the movies you noticed megatron ,, standing awkwardly in the corner with his own cube of fools energon in servo . you smiled at the bot ,, walking up to him and having a small conversation with him . you didnt honestly think he’d show up ,, but youre glad he did . he let you sit with him during one of the movies ,, bonding well with the giant bot .

• he was quite warm ,, heat coming from off his body as you huddled close to him . he tucked his servo around you ,, worried you may fall off . for a few moments during the movie you swore you saw him smile at some of the corniest parts ,, or chuckle softly at some of the dumbest jokes .

• you took turns ,, switching between bots during different movies . you would sit in their laps ,, explain little things you liked about the movie playing and share a few things of your own childhood during this time of the year .

• it was nice ,, to say the least . having time to the bots ,, doing things that reminded you of home . it wasnt the same ,, but it was the thought that counted . spending time with them peacefully was more than enough for you ,, and definitely more than you could ask for this christmas .

[in1-nutshell]

Can I request a 3 in 1 for wobbly buddy

1. How first aid and buddy met and became friends

2. Are whirl and buddy friends now

3. Buddy getting bullied and shoved around by some bullies for there wobbling

Or moon Knight meeting crate

The boys have no idea what they are in for...

Hope you enjoy!

Crate meets Moon Knight

SFW, Platonic, Cybertronain reader

TFA

Marc swore that he hit his head when he woke up in an alley… again.

But it was Steven who sounded the alarms telling them that they were definitely not in London anymore.

Especially when the hoover scooter came by.

Steven: “Bloody hell… are we in the future?” Jake: “Claro que no. We are not in the fu—” They see a screen with the date of 2050. Jake: “…” Steven: “I told—” Jake: “I will gut you como un pez.” Marc pinching his nose: “Enough both of you!” Steven: “Your right, hey let’s go in that building over there.” Marc: “Good idea.” Jake: “Umm—” Marc: “I am NOT listening to you right now.”

 Marc picked the lock on the dark building and ran inside.

The three of them had to admit it was a nice building.

Almost resembling a… day care?

Well, the good thing it was night time and day cares closed after 7.

That was what they thought until they heard children laughing.

Marc carefully tiptoed to the door and peaked inside.

A small group of children were watching a movie on a futuristic version of a projector.

Steven: “Aww! Look at them!” Marc: “…Isn’t it weird that there isn’t an adult around.” Jake: “marc…” Marc: “Not now—” Jake: “Marc!” Jake quickly takes over just as a giant metal hand trapped him. The hand brought him up to a robotic sneer. Steven: “HOLY—” Guardian: “How did you get in here?!”

The Cybertronian took him into a separate room for interrogation.

Jake was handling it fine.

And by fine, he wasn’t telling them anything and looking for a way out.

It was Steven’s panic that gave him control and shift in suit.

Guardian looked surprised hearing the new voice and the new outfit.

Steven: “I am terribly sorry for my friend. You see—” Guardian shifts in Carrier, now shocking the hero. Carrier: “You’re… just like us.” Steven: “I…” Carrier suddenly shifts to Jester who has a wide smile: “You’re just like us!” Jester spins Steven around laughing. Marc suddenly shifts: “Time out!” Jester’s smile just widens: “You’re three! Like me!” Steven: “…what’s happening…” Jake: “No se Steven.” CREAK! Jester stops spinning. The pair looks at the door. Carrier takes over: “Johnny? Sweetie why aren’t you in the room with the others?” Johnny yawns a bit rubbing his eyes with his blanket hand: “You weren’t there… who’s that guy?” Carrier: “…This is our special guest Mr…” Marc: “Moon Knight.” Johnny’s eyes widen: “Do you protect the moon mister?” Marc: “I umm…” Carrier: “Johnny, why don’t you go back with the others. I just need to talk to our guest and then I’ll get there.” Johnny: “Okay!” Johnny waddles back to the room. He stops and looks back: “Can I get a juice box?” Carrier: “Sweetie, remember the rule. No juice boxes after—” Johnny: “After 6 because of the tummy aches…” Carrier: “That’s my boy! Now run along.”

Eventually after a lot of explaining, Carrier and Marc eventually struck a deal.

They would house him, protect them and figure out a way to get him home, if he in return followed their rules and helped with the kids.

The kids loved all three of them.

Many stated that Marc, Steven, and Jake were a lot like Carrier, Jester and Guardian.

The two systems ended up liking each other over time.

Maybe it was Jester and Steven drawing the other two in.

Maybe it was their care for the kids.

Or maybe it was the fact that seeing another person or bot with… this wasn’t common.

They could relate to being 3 parts to a whole entity.

Jester and Steven sit on the grass watching some of the kids catch butterflies. Jester: “You know, I do know a bot that’s kinda like us.” Steven perking up: “Really?” Jester: “Yeah, too bad he is a Con though.” Steven: “What’s a Con?” One war explanation later… Steven had reverted into the body, Jake trying to calm the crying man, leaving Marc out. Marc: “And you guys are still at war?” Jester: “Yes.” Marc: “So, this Blitzwing, is he good or bad?” Jester: “Yes.” Marc: “That doesn’t—” Guardian: “TOMMY! DO NOT EAT THAT MUD CAKE! WE ARE NOT GOING TO REPEAT THE SILLY STRING INCCIDENT!”

Steven's introduction to the kids

[hoiststowline]

haunt

spinister x f!reader

Typically, unless necessary, he finds himself intervening in situations that he sees can be played out without his assistance. It's not laziness, lest he tells himself, but he's also not a mother and most certainly not a judge. Krok's the leader, he makes the tough decisions and has no time to deal with the shouting and-

Your door is open, stopping just shy of the entrance as many objects he doesn't know the name of bounce around the room. A shoe even flies out into the hallway, tossed by your hands as you scrounge around the room for something. You've gotten him intrigued in the least, taking a step forward and over the sneaker, now standing in your doorway.

"Everything okay-?" The question barely leaves him before a loud clang can be heard, not realizing you were underneath your bed, yanking things out and throwing them in all directions. At the sound of his voice, startled, the back of your head smacks the bed frame, loudly. Krok knows that hurts, so he masks his expression as best he can. 

"Ow..." He watches you slide out from under the mattress, an annoyed but upset pout to your lips. If he knew any better, you were distraught looking for something you could not find. "Have you seen my book?" 

The book in reference he knows quite well, the one Misfire teases is a diary, and the same that you have to find a new hiding spot for hourly because of the damn mechs that can't keep their servos to themselves. This isn't the first time it's gone missing, but it's the first instance where he's seen you near tears. "I haven't, no. I'm sure Misfire has it, y/n, I'll go get it from him."

"He doesn't, and neither does Crankcase or Fulcrum. It has to be in here then, but where, I don't-!" He observes as one of your palms comes to your chest as if to quell your heartbeat. "It's in here somewhere."

"What about Spinister?" It's the only member of the crew you have left to mention, and he thinks you know he has nothing to do with the stolen goods. Krok only knows it by its cover, the black marker doodles that litter the front, and how you always seem to have your nose in it during downtime. "You haven't asked him?" 

You swallow thickly, and to this, Krok finally laces the pieces together. "Ah. You don't know if he has it, but you're praying he doesn't."

"I'm so stupid to think I could keep a journal on a ship with teenagers at best." You groan, hand running the length of your face. It wasn't a diary, it had started as a daily log of sorts, something to keep your mind busy when you had some time to yourself. Over time, it had swayed into more of a sketchbook, little annotations littering the borders. There weren't obvious depictions of your in-house romance, or lack thereof, but one could draw a massive conclusion based on the hearts and smiley faces that cover page after page. 

"Yeah, that's kinda on you." He agrees, taking in the mess you've created in such a small space. "Look, you keep searching in here, and I'll go find Spinister. If I come back with the book, then you gotta figure your scrap out."

"Deal." You warble, shoulders drooping in defeat. At this, he backs out of the room, taking the hallway down to the central command, and then hanging a left towards Spinister's quarters. 

"Spinister can't even read Cybertronian, dude. You're fine," Misfire had said, shrugging his shoulder in indifference. "If he can read English before he can count to ten, I'll buy you seventeen journals."

While that was not reassuring in the slightest, your face comes to sit in your hands, sitting cross-legged on your bed. Maybe it was thrown out of an airlock, spinning in deep space and torched to nothing. You'd rather that than have to deal with your feelings prematurely. 

To Krok's surprise, Spinister was in his room, but fiddling with his gun and in his immediate survey, did not have your journal. The large mech blinks at him expectingly, as if beckoning him to state the reason for his visit. 

"Nothing." He lies, shuffling his weight from pede to pede in the entrance. "y/n lost an item of hers, I just wanted to ask if you had seen it perchance, but clearly you've been busy with this." 

"What is she missing?" It piques his interest, that's for certain, and Krok can't pinpoint if it's when he says your name, or that you had misplaced an object that remains unnamed. 

"Don't worry about it." Why he's instigating this further, he doesn't know, but he's decided to play matchmaker today. "I'll let her know you've been in your berthroom all cycle." 

At this, the marksman tosses his weapon on his desk, standing abruptly. "I'll go." Is all he says, and when Krok goes to ask where, he's already shouldering past him and heading down the hall toward your room. 

Now rummaging through your closet, you push aside fistfuls of clothing in the hopes it got tangled in there somewhere. Krok must've left your door open because upon hearing heavy footfalls, you jump back and stick your head towards the hall, optimistic that he had found it-

What you weren't expecting was Spinister to be standing there, his shadow bathing the room as his red optics scan the area, only stopping when they land on you, sitting on the floor. "Krok said you lost something." Is all he says, tilting his head to the side when he can't process the look on your face. 

"Yeah." You sniffle softly, leaning back on your hands as you realize this is the end, the damn thing had you entirely stumped. "I think I'm about to give up."

"Would you like help?" Your brow raises, moderately amused that he'd help look for something he has no idea what it is. 

"That's okay, thanks anyways. If you don't have it, and neither does anyone else, that means it's doomed to wherever it ended up." Relief washes over you in waves, pleased to find that Spinister did not have it, but it did mean that it was somewhere on this god-forsaken ship.

"Your room is a mess." He remarks, unsure of the last time he was in the space. "Did you do this?" 

"I did, trying to find my book." Spinister takes a hesitant step inside, and then another, eventually coming just shy of your feet before carefully lowering himself to the ground. "I'll clean it later. Maybe while I'm cleaning, I'll find it."

"I hope so." Once in a sitting position, he's much less intimidating, at least he anticipates. "I lose things all the time. Can't say I have great success in finding them, but I understand the feeling," 

Your smile makes him physically melt, and the first few times his processor couldn't properly translate the reason or purpose of the action. Now, he looks for it, waits for it, and every time it has the same never-ending reaction. "Well, next time, let me know. I'll help you look for whatever it is you've misplaced." 

"You-" At the mention of your lost book, Spinister knows exactly what you're referencing. Though typically most information leaves him at a certain point, he has that journal committed to memory, only because he's spent so much time staring at you across the room whilst you write within it. It's the only time he can do it without getting caught, or have others rag on him for it. 

Just out of the corner of his optic, something blue catches his eye, the edge sticking out from underneath your nightstand. "Found it." He announces, digit pointing towards it, and he watches with gratification as your eyes alight, gasping.

You jump to your feet, scrambling over to the side table to look beneath it, a squeal of happiness tumbling from your lips. "Spinister! You are a gem, thank you so much!"

"I'm not 'a gem', I'm Spinister," He drawls, eyeing you curiously. "But you're welcome."

"I know you're Spinister, Spinister." You laugh, opening your top drawer and stuffing the book inside, a hiding place that is overused but is remotely fine, for now. "But you saved me a lot of time and heartache. I owe you one." 

"Heartache?" Maybe you could have left that part out, but the words just tumbled out of your mouth naturally. "Is your heart in pain?" 

"No, no. I...a lot of my thoughts are in here, I guess is a good way of putting it. Stuff I'm not quite ready to share." The toe of your sneaker runs across the metal of the floor, unconfident in how to proceed. "It's the only thing that won't judge or criticize me."

"I wouldn't. Or won't. I know Misfire would, and probably Fulcrum." Spinister decides he likes your room, it's uniquely you, and he thinks the image of you standing within it is otherworldly, just by your presence. "But I won't."

"I appreciate that, thank you." You're smiling so hard your cheeks begin to hurt, enjoying the conversation even if it's coming rapidly to a conclusion. "I may have to take you up on that, someday."

Krok thinks you're crazy, having feelings for a mech who forgets what he's saying in the middle of a sentence, but he also knows that Spinister has the gentlest spark out of any of them. He's deadly, but none of that seems to matter to you, heavily impressed by his marksmanship and his surgical expertise. There are plenty of humans and mechs out there who'd be vying for your attention, and yet? Your heart was easily stolen by Spinister, and no one can figure out whether to commend and support you for it or try and break it to you in the gentlest way possible that it may be a poor choice. 

Spinister can't figure out what he did thirty seconds ago, how on Earth was he ever going to realize he was in love with you as well?

"You can, anytime," Spinister affirms, nodding his helm once. "I was cleaning my blaster. Wanna come?" 

There was little you could deny him, and he had no idea about any of it. "Yeah. I do, Spin. I would love that." 

[cyberrose2001]

hi hope you're well, a kinda long text coming...

with all the requests FILLED (literally) with joy with optimus, I shall be the one to break it HAHAHA so... can you do like a scenario where the reader and optimus are happy living their lives with the sparklings (imagine triplets!!!) everything is perfect but then........

optimus wakes up from his dream and realizes it all, the perfect family is not real, the reader is not alive, not being able to live with it, he suffers everyday bc of those dreams, he traps himself in this "reality" of his dreams (like that episode fr tfp on Megatron's mind) and isolate himself

hope that's not to sad >:) and if you're comfortable writing this, if not sorry.

Thank you author ❤️❤️❤️

TFP Optimus x human!fem!reader

you're very welcome anon!! this took waaaay too many drafts HAHA but im quite happy with it now, this is such a sad concept and now i just wanna give op a hug :(

I should also mention that I left the details of the sparklings biology unspecified. Whether you prefer them to be cybertronian, human or half-and-half is up to you! <3

Warnings: Angst, SFW

Word count: 1436

“Optimus, honey?” The wonderful voice of his lover called out to him. Closing the front door behind him, Optimus breathes a sigh of relief. Her soft voice calling out his name plays on repeat in his processor. “Is that you? Could you come and help me for a second?”

He had no idea how he got so lucky, to start a family with who he considers the most beautiful specimen in the known universe. Together, they both created three sparklings, all triplets and it was further proof that either Primus or another deity of life had seen the good that Optimus had done and blessed him with both her and sparklings. The day he found out that she was pregnant with them was the first time in his life that he experienced pure joy, the second time was when she gave birth to his little ones and officially became a sire.

With a soft smile, Optimus follows her voice to the playroom of the quaint house he calls home. He is thankful that mass displacement technology exists, allowing him to comfortably live in the house with his family. He observes from the doorway as his sparklings play with stuffed toys and little building blocks, making an absolute mess of the room. He clears his throat and leans against the doorway with folded servos, “I hope you young ones are going to help your mother with cleaning up.”

Three small heads perk up at the voice of their sire, all of them dropping their toys and bouncing over to him. He kneels down and gives his two sons a strong hug, pecking them both on the heads with kisses.

“Daddy!” The last born of the three calls out to him. Optimus chuckles softly as he opens his arms for her, embracing her close to his chassis. Now Optimus is not the one to pick favourites with his sparklings and loves them all equally, but his only daughter was the first one to hug him whenever he came home. She was also the one who took the most interest in his stories of when he was the great leader of the Autobots, constantly begging for her sire to re-tell them as a bedtime story, with the more graphic details left out. It makes the inner archivist within Optimus swell with pride that at least one of his sparklings has taken a liking to the history of his home planet.

“Hello, my sweetspark.” Optimus nuzzles his faceplate to her nose, enjoying the little giggles that erupted from her. He picks her up and places her on his hip, a servo supporting her under her bottom, “Did you have fun today?”

“Yeah! Look what I do!” His toddler babbles as she points to a large tower made out of the small plastic blocks. It wasn’t very impressive by Cybertronian standards of what sparklings can do, but it doesn’t matter to Optimus, he will gush over anything that his kids build or draw in order to expand their creativity.

“Did you build that?” Optimus smiles at her, “How clever of you, honey.”

She nods eagerly, a big grin on her face, “Mommy helped!”

“Did she?” He looks towards his wife who was kneeled on the floor, stomach swollen with the life of another sparkling. She was sorting out the seemingly endless pile of toys that was thrown about on the floor. Optimus can’t help but admire his wifes devotion to their children, playing with them even when heavily pregnant. The incredible and important job of being a mother is something that Optimus has learned and respected during his time on Earth, especially after witnessing it firsthand.

“I did, now could you help me get up off the floor?” She chuckles, a hand rubbing her pregnant stomach.

Optimus carefully steps over the toys to walk over to her. He offers his servo and she graciously took it, pulling her up off the floor. She huffs a little bit and tries to catch her breath, bent knees trying to brace the weight of her unborn child.

“Thank you, love.” She sighs, lightly tracing the servo that still held onto her hand, “You would think I’d learn from my previous pregnancy to not get on the floor.”

Optimus laughs softly, readjusting his daughter on his hip, “It is probably not the wisest decision.”

She laughs, reminiscing the memory of her stuck on the floor while she was pregnant with the triplets, and he can feel himself falling in love with her all over again. She is absolutely glowing, and Optimus can’t help but bask in her natural beauty. Leaning forward, he presses a chaste kiss to her lips, smiling through it as he hears their sparklings protest as most children do when they see their parent’s smooch, “Yucky, Daddy!”

 He pulls away from the kiss and brushes a servo across the tight skin of her stomach, feeling the little kicks of their soon-to-be newborn. Optimus doesn’t want to jinx anything yet, but he prays to Primus that it is another little girl.

She smiles and places her own hand on top of his, sharing the moment together. But Optimus does not notice that her smile faltered for a second.

“Optimus, you know that this can’t last forever.” His wife whispers quietly so that the sparkling he held can’t hear.

Optimus perks his helm up to look at her, confusion plastered on his face, his gentle caresses on her stomach halting for a moment, “What cannot last forever?”

She reaches a soft hand out to caress his faceplates, a small tear threatening to spill down her flushed cheeks. Despite being incredibly confused at his wife’s turn of behaviour, Optimus felt a need to comfort her and returns the gesture to wipe her own tears away.

“It’s not healthy for you… you need to wake up.”

Taking a step back, digits leave her face as he nearly trips on the carpet. The words that just left your lips made his spark sink to the floor. There was no way that Optimus was dreaming, he refused to believe, not when everything that has happened within the last few months felt so real and genuine. As quick as he felt his spark sink, the cosy home that surrounded his family began to crumble and disappear around him, falling into an endless cold void. The weight of his daughter on his hip was no longer there. The softness of his wife’s hand had disappeared. Optimus was left with nothing but the darkness of his empty mind. And at that point, Optimus felt his own optics lubricate and fall down into the void, the last echoes of his wife reaching his audial receptors.

“Optimus…”

“Optimus.”

“Optimus!”

Optics snap open, scanning the ceiling above him. In an instant, he sits up right on the berth below and vents heavily. He looks around carefully at his environment and realises that he is in his berthroom on the Autobot base, it feels lifeless.

“Hey, hey, take it easy.” A gentle yet firm voice reassures and pushes him back onto the berth, “I heard a distress signal from your internal instruments, is everything alright?”

Optimus recognises Ratchet, but the old bots words are drowned out by his processor running on overdrive. His wife, his sparklings, and his unborn little one are no-where to be found. Frantic optics flicker around every inch of the emptiness of his berthroom, hoping and wishing that they would be waiting just outside the room or hiding somewhere, playing that fun earth game called hide-and-seek that he enjoyed playing with his sparklings.

Ratchet notices the distant look in his friend’s optics and places a servo on his shoulder to try and ground him to the present, “Optimus, you’re fine, it seems as if you have just experienced a nightmare.”

His grip on the berth was hard. That was no nightmare. That was his life, a life that has now been taken away from him as a cruel punishment. All Optimus had ever wanted was right there in his grasp. He didn’t care about his friends, and he didn’t care about the Autobot cause anymore.

He just wants his family back.

“It was not.” Optimus whispers out, vocaliser stuttering. He knew Ratchet wouldn’t understand the monumental loss that he had just suffered, but Optimus could not deal with his old friend at this point in time. Just as Ratchet was about to question him, Optimus lets out a pained sob.

“Please…” He held his helm in his servos as lubricant began leaking from his optics once again, “Just leave me be.”

[lets-try-some-writing]

Super random and kinda off topic question

How do you design the cybertronian forms of your OCs? Cause I have a few OCs myself and while I can come up with human OC designs every time I try to think of a Cybertronian design I come up blank. It seems so much more daunting and complicated

Cherri, let me tell you it takes a crap ton of work to get the design right. However, its probably not as daunting as you think. The hardest part is just getting your pen to the paper to get your draft done. For me, I accept that the first few designs are going to suck and that I will despise them. Then once I've come to that conclusion, I collect references. Usually I aim to look at a canon character who matches the vibe I am aiming for. In the case of my boy Hotwire, I first looked at IDW Starscream and Astrotrain to get an idea of the build and feel I was aiming for.

Then came up with a draft design which was essentially throwing things at the wall and hoping something would stick. Then once I did that, I went through a series of minor adjustments to see what I liked and what I did not like. Seriously, don't be afraid to mess with the character until something feels right.

Generation 1, 2, 3, and finally, the current generation 4, all in order.

It took me a whole year to reach this final design of his. There are some things you are going to really like that just don't stick, and there are going to be some things you really really hate about a character design that you aren't entirely sure how to deal with. That's why I look at references all the time to find something that suites my needs.

Really, the hardest part is dealing with the failure that comes alongside trying to design. It can be rough trying to get everything to look right.

These two idiots went through MAJOR design changes and I wanted to throw them both at a wall for a really long time. But once you soldier through the initial "Oh my gosh [insert oc] looks like absolute garbage I never want to draw again", things get easier. Draw them over and over and over and try new things! Add bits, remove bits, see what looks best!

So ramble aside, use references, don't be afraid to make a few designs that suck as you figure out what you like, and draw your characters a LOT. The more you draw them, the easier it is the pick out what things do or do not bring you joy while drawing them.

[incorrectshantaequotes]

Shantae Mini-Headcanons - More Than Meets The Eye

Been a good bit since I've actually posted one of these, huh? Well, besides the usual, real life reasons, the main reason for that is mostly just on account of my brain being more focused on Transformers at the moment. This is my Shantae blog, so when I'm focused on other, not Shantae things, then generally I'll keep the queue filled, and...that's about it

But it HAS also been bothering me that I haven't made a headcanon post here in a while, and then it hit me - what if I just did a crossover headcanon post? That's something I've done a FEW times before (though not many), so...why not, right?

So, here's my headcanons as to what each Shantae character would be like as a Cybertronian!

Shantae - I mean. Obviously we're going to start with the main character, especially when the main character already transforms. The main question is, what would she transform into from her many transformations? And to that, I say - trick question, she's going to be a six-changer, with her five alt modes being an aye-aye (technically not a monkey but the big ol' eyes and small size of her monkey transformation have always reminded me of one so), an elephant, an eagle, a spider, and a barracuda. I'm sure you're wondering if that's even possible to accomplish, and the answer is - yes, I've actually had it visualized in my head for a good bit now, no I'm not going to draw it because I am not insane. Also, her name. While it's not unheard of for Transformers to have completely human names (for example, Minerva. no, I'm not kidding, that is an actual Transformer), generally they're very notably not human. So, for Shantae, her Cybertronian name would be Hexamera. She'd be an Autobot for obvious reasons.

Sky - You would think I'd go with the route where she turns into a bird, similar to Wrench, but I'm actually thinking Sky turns into a jet, with Wrench being a minicon who's partnered up with her and turns into, well...a wrench. As for Sky's Cybertronian name, I'm going with Birdwatch. Wrench doesn't need to change his name (and in fact there HAVE been Transformers named Wrench before. but they're incredibly minor ones so I don't care that much). Again, Autobot, but one potential interesting angle I could see is that she's a Seeker who defected to the Autobot side? For you non-Transformers fans in the audience, a Seeker is the term used for Starscream and his many repaints. I imagine that some of her more neurotic behavior (like the entire thing with Barracuda Joe in Pirate's Curse, for instance) would be attributed to her time in the Decepticons here

Bolo - This is incredibly straightforward, honestly - the answer is, truck. Any big vehicle would do, honestly, but truck is the one I see fitting Bolo the most. If I wanted to go into specifics, I imagine that a snow plow like Animated Sentinel Prime would be interesting (though obviously Bolo would not have a FRACTION of Sentinel Prime's ego). Similar to Wrench, Bolo's another case where the name doesn't really need to change. Aaaaaaand Autobot again, of course.

Rottytops - So! Here's a more interesting one! For Rottytops, I'm imagining her as a motorcycle with a side car, with the side car being capable of forming her right leg or a massive hammer. And as for how I'm handling the whole "zombie" thing...easy - she's a Junkion, which makes taking off her own body parts hardly out of the ordinary for her. It DOES also make her name a bit difficult to figure out, because generally speaking Junkions have names related to trash and a lot of the good ones are taken, but the one I came up with for her is Impro-Vice. As for her alignment, I'd imagine she'd be neutral at first, not really interested in the conflict between Autobots and Decepticons, briefly join Risky (who I'm going to get to soon enough) as a Decepticon, feel really bad about it, and then join the Autobots.

Uncle Mimic - This one's a bit tricky. My first, immediate thought was to give Mimic a static, non-vehicle mode like a microscope or some other scientific equipment, since Transformers tends to shy away from those these days and it's kind of a shame, but after thinking about it, I reluctantly admitted to myself that wouldn't quite fit Mimic, so I had to go with something else. I'm thinking more of an...exploration vehicle, if that makes sense? Something like a Mars rover but more armored and with treads to better handle more dangerous environments. As for his name...honestly, Mimic could work as a Transformers name, but I wanted something to better reflect his engineering experience, so after a bit of thinking, I came up with Rebore - which, in automobile terms, is what you do when you modify the bore of an engine. Again, Autobot.

Risky Boots - Do I even need to explain this one? She's a Cybertronian spaceship - something close to a pirate ship in design, I'd imagine, but far more futuristic. The Tinkerbats would be Minicons that she carries with her via her alt mode. As for her name...took me a while on this one, but the name I settled on was Brigantine. As for her allegiance - as I briefly alluded to, she's a Decepticon; she effectively got press-ganged into them by the Pirate Master, and then after he bit the dust, she elected to stay with them.

Now, I COULD do more...but this is a mini-headcanon post, so I want to try and keep this brief. Still, let me know if you'd be interested in more of this!

[thevioletninjadraws4]

I'M BACK WITH A NEW POST!!

And I bring you a story that's been in works for a couple of months. I was hoping one day to make an Transformers comic and decide to wait until I know little more about it and finish the shows and read some comics. Just to be sure I get the lore more 😊🤔

And now, I think it's finally time to start my first comic/story, my own idea!! (I also post on A03 too so this isn't my first story I'll say. But still! 🤗)

I'll pin this so you all can find each chapter on this and retweet every time a new page is out. Which hopefully be soon! ☺️

But! A quick summary if you want to know a little about it!!

It takes place on Earth, Jetfire, trap in the ice, that is until a young human girl finds him and helps him out of the ice. Jetfire knows little about Earth and how Cybertron has been. No idea that a war is happening. But, with the help of the human name Lyna, they both should be able to find out and he can learn about Earth. And Lyna, can learn about Cybertron. And discover some things about each other too that they did not know how similar humans and Cybertronians really are.

Lyna is a 16 year old Filipino Aroace girl!

This story's age rating is 15+ due to swearing, violence, blood, abuse, and some small comments that could be rude to those who are Aroace. She will have a couple of people who talk shit down to her. (Idk if there's a word for it, I can't find it 😅) But I promise you I will warn you about all those things before the page!! And most of the stuff won't show up until later on!!

Prologue: (Finish!)

Chapter one: (WIP)

(p.s. I start drawing the comic pages and the cover of the comic before I change my style just a bit with their noses so for the prologue it'll be my old style 😖😗 but once chapter one starts it'll change)

Transformers by Hasbro

Comic and Lyna belongs to me!

Art (C) me!

Please do NOT copy, trace, repost, steal my art or use it for Ai! (If you want to repost my art, give me credit, if not credit, I'll tell you to take it down, or add credit.)

[smokescreenimusprime]

Hi hi! I’ve been reading your smokescreen stuff and I had a thought. Specifically, a thought for a sort of, alternate version of the early crash AU. Smokescreen crashes early, but he crashes in the middle of nowhere and is damaged. He goes into stasis for a while, and when he wakes up the only system he can use is his holoprpjector. (He’s also stuck, buried deep underground in the middle of the Nevada desert, so that’s no fun either)

But he has his holoprpjector, and spends the next several decades just…vibing around Jasper. Then, he meets Jack. And they’re roughly the same age, so they hit it off. (Tho Smokes always has to explain why he doesn’t eat, or drink, or seemingly use the bathroom, and all kinds of other fun excuses to keep Jack off his trail). But then the Kids get involved with Team Prime, and suddenly Smokescreen is being confronted with Cybertronians for the first time in decades (possibly even for the first time in centuries).

And now he just has to figure out how to tell the bots what his deal is. (He doesn’t like being buried and may or may not have developed an intense claustrophobia.)

OOOOOOOOOOOO I REALLY LIKE THAT 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

I hope you don't mind but my brain went kinda insane with this thought and low key came up with a mini fic plan for it so-

just. Smokescreen slowly fitting into the little human society built above him. Going to their schools, working their jobs, living their lives. Maybe the first few times he lives the lives, he isn't perfect. He'll slip up and forget certain details about himself, or he'll be a bit too fast or strong and in such a small town rumours spread quickly

In his first lifetime as a human, Smokescreen kept to himself. He acted the way he always did, but kept to himself and watched from afar to learn more about humanity. He enrolled himself at Jasper High, got a job, bought a small apartment to call his own and did his best to ignore the pointed rumours and whispers from behind his back. For as amazing as humans could be, at times they could be just as cruel as the bots back home

it's a lot of stumbling and learning and making mistakes and he doesn't have any friends, but it's a step up to being alone in the quiet dark of his stasis pod, so he'll take it. He lives through his human's life, working, creating, starting hobbies, and so much more. The freedom to do things just for the sake of doing, of being allowed to pursue any job he chose without legal limitations, of being able to draw and paint and sing without countless rules and segregations preventing him....... it's freeing in a way he didn't know he'd been restricted

his 2nd life went much smoother, with a lot of the Nuances Of Being Human having been figured out. He had some difficulties "faking" his death since driving off into the desert with all his belongings then returning in the same vehicle with the same belongings would raise more rumours than he'd like to deal with, so he ends up packing all his important things and trinkets into boxes, gets a moving company to take them away, "dies" (he just messes with the settings on his holoform and waits for his body to be buried/cremated before dissipating it), moves in a few weeks later with a new identity and has the same moving company bring his stuff back

his 3rd life was more of the same, and not a whole lot stood out. He socialised better with other humans, but most of the bonds had had were kept at a bit of a distance. The fact he couldn't go super far from Jasper severely limited his hang out options since it's not exactly the entertainment capital of the world, but he makes do

his 4th life was actually cut short, which he's endlessly salty about. He managed to make it to his late 20s/early 30s, and this time around he wanted to experiment a bit. Specifically, he wanted to try street racing. Human cars were really starting to get interesting, and he wanted in. It had been far too long since he last raced, and while he wasn't going to be the one on the road, being behind the wheel was the next best thing. And he's damn good driver too, one of the best in the circuits around Jasper, and he dominates the local races for years

........but yeah it doesn't go so well in the end. Smokescreen's avatar ends up getting into an accident, one that he'd definitely not be able to get away with survival and ends up having to cut things short. It was a mad scramble in the next few days to get his stuff somewhere safe, and he unfortunately wasn't able to get all of it. It took him almost three months to cool off enough to make another human. It's was..... definitely difficult recognising so many people with them not recognising him, but he managed

but then something interesting happens nearing the end of his 5th life

Smokescreen had gotten some new neighbours. That in itself wasn't anything new, he got new neighbours all the time. They were a young couple freshly married and nothing that really garnered extra attention. Smokescreen did end up running into the wife at the grocery store a few times, and that's how he ends up learning her name

June Darby

he sees her around a few more times and they make pleasant conversation. At times, Smokescreen thinks they might even be friends, but he's hesitant to put a label on it It's been so long since he's had a friend, he doesn't want to scare her off

and things are nice. They talk over coffee and walk through the park together, enjoying each other's company. June tells him about her life and Smokescreen tells her about his human one. They have fun, laugh, make jokes, and when June gets pregnant Smokescreen is ecstatic to meet the kid

but then...... then things took a turn for the worst

Smokescreen had never liked Mr.Darby. He had his suspicions, had his gut feelings, but never had anything other than that to go off of. He doesn't even know what about the man made him feel so uneasy, just that something about him, about how June would take every opportunity to get out of the house, about how she always looked so tired in a way medical school couldn't explain.......

everything comes crashing down one night. At 11pm he hears yelling outside his house and frantic banging on his door. He's on his feet in an instant, and he's horrified what he sees

June, crying and shaking with a bruise on her cheek and Mr.Darby trying to drag her away

in that moment, Smokescreen forgets he's supposed to be a frail old man and punches him so hard the man's jaw shatters

June spends the night with him. He gently guides her to the guest room and keeps watch all night. Sleep was simply a formality at this point, one he was more than willing to forgo for her safety

it was easy enough to get Mr.Darby to back off. Smokescreen had accumulated quite the fortune over the (technical) generations he's lived on Earth, especially since the food and water bills he paid amounted to almost nothing, and it was more than enough to pay for any legal fees to get the man arrested and evicted. June was of course still very shaken up from the whole ordeal, but Smokescreen doesn't hesitate to let her know she's welcome for as long as she'd like

and then June just kinda...... never ends up moving out. The trial kept her on edge and busy, then she had to get caught up on all the schooling she missed, then Jack was born, and while she always intended to move back it just...... never happened. And it wasn't like this was a bad thing, Smokescreen's home was more enough for the three of them, and neither minded being roommates. It was...... honestly comforting, having someone there

but Smokescreen knows he's running out of time. That he's only going to be able to realistically be around for so long before his age will start to draw attention, and as much as it kills him to abandon June and Jack he doesn't know what to do

so he stats planning for his next life, more than he has for every previous one combined, and for the first time, he decided to tie these two lives together

before, he always avoided any relations at all. It could become suspicious and lead to people poking their noses where they don't belong and asking questions he wasn't prepared to deal with. But….. he couldn't stand the thought of being forced to watch June and Jack from the sidelines. Of them not knowing him in his next life

it had been a few years since everything had gone down when Smokescreen finally puts his plan into action. The plan had been to tell June he needed to take care of some “Family Business” he’d thought was taken care of before his time ran out. That he wasn’t sure if he’d be back, he could feel that he was running out of time, but that no matter what he loved June and Jack

Jack was 7 years old when he said goodbye, and that memory would be burnt into his brain for the rest of his life. How Jack clung to his pant leg asking him not to go, how June's eyes got so big and shiny and how her hands would shake. It tore his spark to pieces to see them like that, and it just convinced him further

he left almost everything he had to the two of them. Aside from a small box of his most personal and important things, he left everything else to June in his “will,” including the house and all his money, which she at first tried to reject but Smokescreen was stubborn and insisted

And then he gets in his car with a tank full of gas and drives far off into the desert

it takes 3 weeks before he comes back, and it was the longest 3 weeks of his life. He wanted to rush back, wanted to be with June and Jack again and he was worrying himself sick over what could be happening to them, but he forced himself to wait

In his 6th life, Smokescreen is the most honest with himself he’d ever been since his 1st life. His holoform is what he thinks is comfortable and he makes himself as young as he can get away with (a newly 15 year old) because he wants as much time as possible with the two. His personality is who he truly is without any politeness or experimentation because above everything he wants to be as open and honest as he can with these two. He starts thinking of ways to describe his life, his Cybertronian life, in a way that would fit as a human because he wants them to know him, not a puppet he created

When he shows up in Jasper things…… go as he expected. Driving up in his “old” car definitely got some whispers and June’s suspicion was almost painful, but well within everything he planned. Smokescreen was ready to play the long game for this, anything it took to be a part of their lives again

he claims to be his previous life's great-nephew. That one of his grandparents and his old life used to be siblings, but had a falling out leading to his old life moving to Jasper and cutting all contact. A few weeks ago, Smokescreen had reached out to his "great-uncle" since things with his own parents weren't....... going super great and his grand-uncle was really the only family he felt would be sympathetic. However he over estimated just how much his grand uncle was willing to do for someone he didn't even really know, leading to him recommending Jasper as a place to stay and driving all the way to where he lived to give him his car

he also mentions that his grand uncle had talked about June a lot in the days before he died, and he could tell he really loved her (not in a romantic way). He'd already said his "last goodbyes" weeks ago, and while he did make sure they knew how much he cared...... he still feels like he hadn't said enough

after things slightly calm down after that, Smokescreen then gets ready to leave. After all, he's still technically a stranger to them and he's already accomplished his goal of making contact....... but then June insists he stay the night. After all, he's a 15 year old and she can't in good faith let him sleep in his car when she has a perfectly good bed available

reluctantly he accepts, but makes it clear he's going to make plans to move elsewhere. After all, this is June's home now and he doesn't want to intrude

.......but just like when he first took June in, his moving out never happens. He ends up being enrolled in school, babysits Jack when June's shifts run longer, help prepare food and before he knows it, they've become a family once again

a few years later when June asks if he'd like her to adopt him he nearly cries

from here, my thoughts are a bit more scattered. I have a couple misc ideas which I'm not fully sure how to go about but want to include somehow:

after he graduates this time, Smokescreen ends up working at the library for both a change of pace and some nostalgia, and he's really good at it

when Smokescreen left his 5th life, he gave Jack a little pendant he'd made some years back with Alpha Trion's symbol on it. Sort of a way to remember him by, and Jack rarely takes it off. It's eventually noticed by the Bots which sparks a bit of curiosity about Jack's older brother

Smokey is just as much in the dark about the Autobots as June is, however he'd had suspicions for it longer. Not specifically Cybertronian Interference, but defiantly that there was something going on

during the whole MECH Thing, Smokey ends up getting kidnapped in the house. However, things don't go as planned because Smokey isn't at all limited by normal human limitations. Initially they tried drugging him and knocking him out, but he only goes down when they hit him with a high powered taser which ends up REALLY fucking with his holoform which unfortunately gets their attention

the Autobot Base is thankfully just within Smokescreen's range, and he looses his SHIT. Unfortunately they can't free him just yet on account of the whole ass town on top of him, but the fact multiple someones know he's down there...... yeah he starts crying a bit

during the S2 finale, Smokescreen ends up being the one to stay behind in the base since..... well, he couldn't leave anyways. Might as well make sure everyone else can escape

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Sumdac Family Meeting Plus Chara & Alison (2024)

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[Note: you might need to click on the drawing to get a better view of it...

I plan to have this be a Cover for Chapter 14 of the Crossover story over at Quotev, the story is for Mature Audiences only so maybe like 18+ but not being fully mature in some parts but it is still for Mature Audience only...

not all of this drawing will 100% match the flashback/memory scene in the chapter where both Sari's Grandmother and True Father appear in.]

Credit for Transformers goes to Hasbro & Takara

Credit for Transformers Animated goes to Sam Register & Matt Youngberg

Credit for Undertale goes to Toby Fox

Credit for Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss goes to Vivienne “Vivziepop” Medrano

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the human with the pink-gray hair, is Sari's Grandmother and the reason why her arms look like they could be techno-organic and her gloves, is because the idea is that she lost her original arms and one of her sons gave her replacements, and they ended up the way they are now and ended up becoming techno-organic.

the idea is that in her younger days, and even when Isaac and Ivaan were still young boys, her hair was red before it started to become pink-gray as she got older.

her name is Simone Sumdac, and yeah she is a OC, but I like the idea of Isaac having a cool Mom who is muscular and looks like she could probably kick Powell's Butt.

Simone would be much taller than her sons, Isaac and Ivaan.

I kind of want to go with the idea that Simone didn't marry into the name Sumdac, but instead was already a Sumdac and her husband either died at some point or they are divorced during some point before Megatron fell to Earth and was found by one of her sons.

plus it be interesting if she was Bad Apple Sugar Spice.

Powell of course is a Apple Sugar Spice Honey Of Liquid Egg...

once again, this drawing doesn't match 100% with what I decided to write for Chapter 14, but how Sari appears in this is what she is suppose to look like in the Flashback/Memory, which I know it is a spoiler but it is one of her True Memories that was blocked from her thanks to Isaac Sumdac, who didn't want her to remember Ivaan Sumdac (his name is still pronounced "Ivan" it just has two "A" in there...) or Simone Sumdac after she had first met them and ended up living with them for a few years until she was taken back by Professor Isaac Sumdac back to Detroit.

so might end up having Professor Sumdac ended up going to Hell in that story, and not just for what he ends up doing to Sari, by blocking her memories about the events that would lead her to go live with Ivaan and Simone...

but also the other reason why he ends up going there, is because what he did to Megatron, when Megatron was still technically still alive but he still had a time limit on how long he and his body could be separated from each other before the time limit is up, just like Zim and his Pak from Invader Zim...but my fan theory is that Cybertronians get a 50 years/ Stellar-Cycles before the time limit is up.

even if it was to improve things, Isaac didn't really get Megatron's permission or even check to see if he was still online but like in a stasis coma...

plus Isaac would need to become a patron at the hotel, to redeem himself, not just for what he did to Sari's Other Dad/Carrier/Sire Megatron, but also what he put his family through, both his adoptive daughter/niece Sari, his twin brother Ivaan and even his own Mother, Simone.

and yeah in that story, Sari will turn out to be Isaac's niece...

because his DNA wasn't scanned when he touched the liquid metal protoform that was born in his secret lab, because he was wearing those gloves, and in the story the plot twist is that Ivaan didn't wear any gloves and when he found his brother out cold, he ends up touching the protoform without any gloves on and gets a shock as well, and it is his DNA that ends up getting absorbed instead.

making Ivaan the True Bio-Dad on Sari's Human Side, while Isaac is the Uncle.

since this scene has to do with a flashback/memory, Sari's eyes are still blue but later on they do become purple when she is a Adult.

I also should edit one of the chapters that has to do with Alice going by "Alison", maybe have it spelled differently from Alastor's Shadow who I started to call Alison because I couldn't help but like the idea of calling his Shadow by that name...

what was originally plan that has to do with Sari's secret parents, are slightly changed...and it was all plan by Isaac who wanted to keep her true heritage on his side of the family.

and yeah with the whole Isaac having a twin brother, I kind of wanted to go with the idea that Isaac is the "Stan Pines" and Ivaan is the "Ford Pines"...in other words, Ivaan being the "Hot Twin" among the two of them...

and the reason why Sari in this drawing (which still takes place in a type of Flashback/Memory...but doesn't 100% match what I ended up writing for that chapter.) is because she gave up half of the allspark energy inside her, and ended up going back to being physically and mentally 8 years old with only keeping some of her upgrades, like her eyes staying blue for one...

so she could age and not skip so many years, so the teenage Sari in this drawing that has to do with the flashback/memory, is younger than the upgraded version of herself that appears in the show.

also even if many women in Detroit, do find Ivaan Sumdac very attractive, but they will have 100% no chance with him...

because he likes men, which is what I decided on for that crossover story. and him also being Ace as well. and yeah, he is suppose to be Sari's True Human Father.

Sari is of course upset with Isaac, because he once again kept a secret from her that ended up hurting her and she has every right to be upset with him for not telling her sooner after it was revealed she is half-cybertronian.

I'm glad I was finally able to get around to posting this drawing, even if I ended up doing so on July 29th instead of much earlier in July.

even if it might not make sense, I do want to try with the idea that Simone's arms could be slowly becoming a part of the rest of her body, which would slowly transform all her body into a techno-organic, even her skeleton and everything else...

and like Sari, she will end up stop aging and will stay looking the same age for centuries until she hits a certain age and she may end up aging a bit again physically.

Sari could end up stop aging either at the age she is already, 23 years old or when she becomes 24 years old. but would start to age physically by the next few centuries.

anyway not everyone has to like the idea about Isaac being Sari's Uncle, and it is his twin brother who is Sari's True Human Dad, and the whole Sari having a Muscular and possibly super strong Grandmother...but it is the idea I'm going with for that Crossover story...

and I kind of want to ship Charlie's Dad, Lucifer with Blue Diamond.

there is a bit of Steven Universe in it as well, so yeah...might end up shipping Charlie's Dad with Blue Diamond.

maybe Adam & Yellow Diamond would be in the Friend Zone, like instead of the type of ship where it is "I ship it" it would be "I bud it" because with some "ships" you don't call them "ships" because they wont be the romantic types, which is why you can't use the words "I ship it" because it sends the wrong idea...

that is why ya have to use "I bud it", "I bro it", "I sib it" and "I fam it"

the "I bud it" is for friendships, and the "I bro it", I sib it" and "I fam it" is for family...and we must NEVER use the "I ship it" on those types, only when it is the romantic type ships.

I'm pretty sure that White, Yellow and Blue would be like WAY taller than Sera...and is it weird to think that in Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss's shared universe, the Heaven and Hell are both technically in Earth...

and my theory is that Hell in the Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss Universe, is in fact the Planet Theia...I have already started to view Earth by the full name Eartheia, but can still call the planet by the name Earth.

the realms could still be in another plane but it overlaps with Earth's mortal plane.

so yeah in theory, Hellborns and Heavenborns as well as some human hybrids and even the hybrids that are also Hellborns, are all Theian...or whatever they might be called that has to do with the planet Theia, the point is that even if it isn't canon, it can work in the fanon...

I can talk more about that what if type theory, in a future post.

I'm just going to hurry up and post this, and get ready to work on part 2 of the theory about Blitz and his Ex-Boyfriends/Girlfriends/Partners...

[vexia]

Next random event in the Cody Morocco AU

"Is there any sport you like?"

"To watch? Not really. My father always found them boring and so did I. But I do one, if you can call it a sport."

“What?”

“Archery.” He said shyly.

“Archery?” Frankie’s eyes started to shine. “That’s so cool!”

“Really?” He hummed. “You want to see my bow?”

“You have it with you?” Cody nodded silently to answer her. “Of course I want!”

“Uh-huh.” He turned his head towards Quickclaw. “Quickclaw could I?” The dog simply nodded, throwing up the disguise for a second in the part of his tail, to open a small part of which revealed a short dark gray mechanical stick with blue lights on it. It was still so hard for Frankie to believe  that it really was Cybertronian in disguise. It was so strange, at least Rescue Bots didn’t need to hide the fact that they are robots… Quickclaw twitched his tail and the stick flew out from it, which Cody caught with ease. “Thanks.”

By pressing the button, the metal unfolded into a bow like shape. Cody handed it to Frankie as he walked over to the tree. He leaned his tablet against a tree trunk and after a while the hologram of the archery target was displayed on the wood. Meanwhile Frankie inspected the weapon. It was quite heavy, with more blue fragments placed in the upper and lower limb. The riser had a whole in it, like something should be placed there. Yet, it didn't have string and Cody clearly haven’t had arrows with him and she heavily doubt Quickclaw had them hidden.

"How does it shoot?" She asked as Cody approached her.

He took the bow from her hand and took a small blue crystal from one of his pockets, inserting it into the riser. Blue fragments started to glow, and the string, also blue, had appeared. “Energon crystal need to be inserted first.” He answered.

“Isn’t it Cybertronian’s blood?” She asked next question, little confused.

“It seems those Bots keeps a lot of secrets from you.” Quickclaw laughed. “Yes, it is our blood but can also be used as a fuel for vehicles, machines or, as you can see, weapons.”

“You want to try?”

“I never used bow before.”

“Oh.” Cody took a step back. “Then I will show you.”

Cody stood straight with his feet shoulder-width apart and feet at a 90-degree angle to the target. He gripped the hilt of his bow, drawing the glowing string, with his index finger of the pulling hand is under his chin, and the string touched his nose and lips. At the same moment, a light blue arrow appeared, being ready to be shoot. He relaxed his grip on the string and allowed fingers to slip backward. He maintained in that position for more few seconds, lowering his bow afterwards, with a prideful spark in his eyes. The arrow hit the center of the target. It was the first time Frankie saw him like that and it made her happy to see her friend like that.

"Now it's your turn." Cody snapped her out of her thoughts. “Ready?”

“Ha! I will show you.” She said with confidence, getting the bow from Cody’s hands.

She stood in the same place as Cody, trying to imitate his pose. Drawing the string was harder than it looked, and aiming even worse. She accidentally released the string, firing an arrow that didn't even make it to the trunk of the tree.

She could hear Quickclaw’s laugh in the background. “Quickclaw stop it!” Cody scolded his Cybertronian friend. “Don’t worry, my first shoot looked like that as well.”

“No it didn’t.” Quickclaw chuckled, starting to calm his laughter.

Cody frowned slightly. “Come, let’s try again.” He said softly, trying to encourage Frankie.

“I don’t know-”

“I will help you.” And Frankie nodded.

Cody came closer placing hands on her wrist. “Stand as you did before.” And she did. Cody helped her lift the bow and draw the string. “Good. Now direct your dominant eye to the center of the target.” She nodded as she did. “Excellent. I will let you go. Remain in that position for a few seconds and fire. And remember, stay straight.” He paused for a second. “Ready?” She nodded again. Cody did as he had said, slowly letting go of her wrists.

She fired. And she hit the target. Maybe not the best, but she hit it.

“Yes!” She burst. “I did it!”

“I told you so.” Cody admitted.

“Congratulations Francine.” Quickclaw bowed his head slightly.

…

“Why do you choose archery?” Frankie asked.

“It’s a funny story, really.” Cody started as Quickclaw rolled his eyes. “When I was around 5/6 years old, one of my father’s project backfired and got out of control. If not for the Quickclaw who smashed it, our home would be destroyed.” He paused. “After that accident, my father had decided that I need to know how to get rid of failed experiments so the situation will not happen again. So he made a deal with one of his clients. Quint Quarry taught me how to use a bow and hunt in exchange for my father's robotic animals. He was a great teacher, and we still meet once a year, to test my skills.”

…

The rocket was crashing through the town, destroying buildings and attacking random people, with Morbot and Rescue Bots and their human partners looming behind it. Suddenly, the rocket turned around, flying directly towards Kade and the girl she was guarding with his body.

“Kade, look out!” Dani shouted, yet it was too late, Kade could dodge it.

Kade closed his eyes, ready to be hit by the small rocket. Yet, nothing happened. He reopened the. He was alright, girl as well. He looked at the wall next to his head, with widened eyes. The rocket was pinned to it by the blue energy arrow with sparks flying out of the toy. After a moment, the arrow disappeared and the rocket fell to the ground.

“Kade, are you alright?” Graham asked, running closer to his brother.

“Yes.” Kade snarled.

While Graham was collecting his older brother, their father looked into distance.  Frankie and Cody watched the entire action from the park. Cody stood straight with bow but after feeling Charlie’s glance, he curled up and backed away as Frankie suddenly sprang at him with obvious glee.

Charlie saw what had happened. It was his arrow which shoot the rocket. Cody saved Kade’s life.

…

“Yes father?” Cody spoke into the microphone in the earphones.

Frankie was irritated. She observed as hers friend happily expression tuned into neutral, absolutely calm.

“As you wish, father.” He took his right hand from the earphones, ending the call. “Sorry, I need to go.” He smiled softly.

The Morbot flew up to them, bowing and holding out his hands, waiting for Cody and Quickclaw. Frankie didn’t need words to know he didn’t really want to leave now, she didn’t want it either. This old man always needed to ruin their fun.

“Next time I will show you the school.” Frankie smiled.

Cody nodded. “I hope so.” Him and Quickclaw got onto Morbot’s hand. Bot straightened up after a while, lauching his rocket shoes.

“See you!” Frankie shouted.

Cody waved her goodbye.

…

Cody did the right thing, right? Frankie said so, she was happy when he did. Quickclaw agreed with his choice as well. So why his father was mad?

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Quick sketch to it, hope you enjoy!

[pyrochoreia]

Personally, I don't think that Ratchet ever would have felt betrayed by Drift because the kid never owed him anything and he never expected anything of him, nor would he have felt any resentment in the common fanon way of 'I didn't save your life so you could go do a murder'...

One of the key things that stuck out for me was that after they reunited they literally shared no panel time and Ratchet's literal first reaction to Drift going MIA was to worry about him. The punk was either fucked up or fucking shit up instead of escaping with them and in need of a slap, let's be real. Ratchet spent the next however long before they ever spoke on panel was putting himself directly in Drift's space.

Another thing I noticed is that Ratchet is acutely aware that Drift does not know how to defend himself unless resorting to violence; there were a couple instances where Ratchet has either openly stopped Drift from reacting on that impulse, scolding him for having that impulse, and Drift yelling for instruction because he doesn't know what to do as he was specifically told not to stab people. Drift seems to be more passive and confused when violence isn't an option, and seems to shut down or quietly cooperate as seen with how he deals with Rodimus (although a good portion of that was him letting Rodimus use him to keep him on track, more on that another time, because I'm upset by it forever). They had literally like, one argument on the Decepticon topic which crossed a previously undefined line that did result in Drift drawing a sword, highlighting both facts; Drift responds to feeling threatened with violence and that what Ratchet is feeling isn't betrayal since not only does it never really come up again but going forward he seems to instinctively know how to handle and approach Drift. It was also very clear that Ratchet wasn't afraid of him in that moment, so I'm also of the opinion that Ratchet never felt threatened by Drift and believed he wouldn't actually hurt him, knowing that the sword was being displayed defensively.

What I think that anger stemmed from was the fact that Ratchet felt responsible for Drift -- that him turning to the Decepticons was a result of him failing him when he needed help the most. Ratchet sees it as a logical choice from Drift's perspective; he was around since before the war, knew what Megatron stood for and what was being offered. The very sudden flip in Ratchet's handling of Drift following that incident was realisation that not only did he unintentionally make him feel cornered and likely hurt him, but the understanding that the anger he felt was at himself for not doing enough and not at Drift for taking what he likely saw as the only option at the time. After all, weren't they trying to do similar -- didn't they have the same end goal? Wasn't that the original conflict between Pax and Megatron, that after a particular incident their approach on the matter clashed?

Not to mention, some of that anger was fear that Drift might feel betrayed by him; after all they stood for in the past, Ratchet still chose the side opposing them. Did Drift resent him in some way because he'd left him before even fully chasing him out the door - had he felt discarded in that moment?

Since Cybertronians only have one sparkmate I'm of the opinion that there's a pull, that bonding is very literal in the old-old fanon way. While Ratchet wouldn't have fully understood his feelings towards Drift until much later (unless in the dumb AU I was plotting for my Shockwave) there still would have been that draw, and I 100% believe that he would have gone after the idiot if there was room for any sneaky hookups. They never did explain how or why Ratchet got kidnapped in the first place and never really came back to that topic, and it wouldn't surprise me if that was entirely because he'd just found out where Drift had gone, was personally offended by the discovery and decided that he was going to go collect him and unfortunately was discovered by someone else first.

Ratchlock nonsense in the canon story would be a lot of Ratchet bickering with Megatron for custody, more or less, and Megatron just Not Having Time For This Shit and probably calling Orion.

To be fair, a lot of the headcanon bits are because I write some of the other characters very particular ways - Megatron who would have forbade harm to knowingly come to the medical class, for example, that they would have had more ties with/offering aid to particular anti-government organisations and the Decepticon sympathisers (including some ocs here- madam Fireshine and the Pedlar's Inn), and Rathet's relation to my Trepan and Rung...

..........diarchy!Ratch though would have had that boy if he could help it, Deadlock or no.

Whirl heckles him in both stories. She Knows, even when he doesn't.

[tfp-enthusiast]

hello! first time requesting a matchup, hope i did this alright. either faction is fine.

i’m short, in my early 20s, (ftm) trans, autistic, have a bad case of baby face and i dress comfortably (sweatpants/tshirts/light jackets or flannels to make up for the discomfort of my binder). i haven’t medically transitioned yet (sadly) but i plan to when i can afford it. i have shoulder length dyed hair, one side is white and the other black. i’m usually at home (because of dysphoria/anxiety) doing self assigned chores or writing but i have a few friends that i hang out with sometimes. i’m definitely not a conversationalist, and i unintentionally give one word answers to everything. i have three geckos, all selfish little bastards i love. i cling to any rule i can, i hate to waste someone’s time by being a bother. i play a lot of video games (animal crossing, botw/totk, smash bros) and practice german (still learning) when i’m bored. i have drawing, painting and writing as hobbies. i get overwhelmed really easily in loud or busy spaces and i just get very quiet. i listen to a lot of 80s music to cope with anxiety.

i hope that this is enough to match me up with somebot special. thank you! -💫

[This is my first request for a Match-up so sorry if it's a little underwhelming or something.]

]Btw. i know no one asked but I actually speak german! It's funny to me because I learned that a lot of blogs I follow learn/are german. idk why I said it but anyways-]

Match-up: Breakdown

You would probably meet while he's on a mission or in a fight because he tends to forget that he should keep a low profile.

No matter how you meet, he would take because he wouldn't know what to do now that you saw him and the Autobots did the same- why can't he do the same? (yes, he thinks the bot's just picked their humans up)

When he brings you the ship he would try to keep you secret, the vehicons and Soundwave know about you but don't care, and he will ask you thousands of questions when alone.

He will call you cute because of the way your face looks, if you don't like it he would still do it but it just slips out of him sometimes, and then tell you that you have the coolest hair he ever saw. Like he knows that humans die their hair but he never saw two colored hair before.

He doesn't really understand that you have dysphoria and what that really is but he understands that it may be a touchy subject for you so he doesn't ask. But he looks a little into it is a little offended when he finds out jow much money you need so that you can be comfortable in your body, like, wtf, why do humans do that??? for cybertronians a procedure like changing your gender isn't really that much of a big thing but then again there isn't much to change on cybertronians.

Tries to hug you but if you don't like that he will focus on telling you how he thinks that you are beautiful and nothing could change the way he thinks about you etc.

If you don't like physical contact he can also switch to verbal affection, he's not picky about it.

He also get's a little frustrated about your one word answers and likes to tease you about it. He will do that no matter if in a relationship or not but when you are in a relationship he will say that he needs a hug and/or a kiss as a make up for you not talking to him much.

He also likes the way you dress because you look relaxed to him that way and he somehow would think that people that wear more thighter clothes are stressed or serious, you know what I mean? (cause I don't tbh)

When he learns he can't just keep you and let's you go to your home, you get around 6 hours for yourself bc he can get clingy once he likes someone, he will probably complain a little that you don't leave your home unless he's there but if you explain him why he doesn't anymore. (he can relate a bit but also thinks he shouldn't talk about such topics)

Introduce him to video games he will lose his shit. He quickly learns to love Nintendo games, almost everything they ever dropped, and wants to play at least 3 hours a day with you.

He thinks your geckos are cute but he doesn't really care aoubt them that much, he still loves to watch you care about them and laughs with you when they do something silly or don't move even though you lay their food right in front of them. (fun fact: I had 2 geckos and they where just so lazy that they never moved and sometimes they waited for a grasshopper to jump in front of them so they wouldn't have to move XD)

He is really confused when he sees/hears you practice german. He knows that there are many different languages on earth but he's surprised that they sound so wierd. He would after some time probably ask you if you can teach him what you know about it because he finds different languages so fascinating.

He thinks the music you listen to is a little wierd but he finds comfort in it and finds himself listening to it even though he is alone.

[vihattu-thethoroughbredofsin]

Sorry if I'm bothering you. I came across your blog and it's rare for me to find someone critical of idw (I feel the same). Can you tell some of the problems you have with them? It's okay if you don't want to. Just happy to know I'm not the only one (My friends are huge fans of idw).

Hello, kindred spirit! I'm sorry that I'm not answering the question so quickly!

Well, it's nice to know that someone is also unhappy with IDW and wants to know more about it! Get ready, this will be the opening of Pandora's Box.

Out of a million of my claims, I will try to build a constructive list.

1. IDW does not build lore of the universe. They didn't have enough for this for 17 years or whatever they wrote comics. What kind of innovations, adequately embedded in lore, do we have? What lore did we get? No, we don't really know anything, neither the origin of transformers, nor what's going on in the universe, the rules change at the click of your fingers.

A couple of egregious examples.

Explanation of female transformers. Experienced IDW authors for 3 or about as many retcons could not explain it all, which is why the whole fandom got mad, tired and asks not to explain anything at all, so as not to see idiocy anymore. That is, they give the authors the right to be lazy, but more on that later.

You can say that it's really "everything is complicated and explanations are not needed, female characters have the right to exist!". They have, that's not the point.

This problem is solved simply — there is no need to explain the female characters, you need to explain why Cybertronians, in principle, have a humanoid form. That's all, any explanation from this point justifies both female and male, and androgynous, and any other, as well as all kinds of genders. As an example, Primus has seen enough of the variety of organics and made his creations roughly similar. All. I had to sit for 10 minutes to come up with this, and this is not the most brilliant idea. The IDW authors had 17 years, they didn't come up with anything.

Another example is Conjunx Endura. I understand perfectly well that the authors of the comics wanted to appeal to the fan base writing fanfiction. But you need to be able to do it correctly. You can't just take a phenomenon invented by fans and shove it into an official work without any explanation of this phenomenon inside the lore. Especially since many fanfiction writers do it! You can find works with such beautiful and logical explanations that it seems ingenious. But the IDW authors are above any explanation. And yes, there are not always explanations in fanfiction, but we compare non-professional writers who post their works on the Internet for free with experienced authors of an official work that is sold for money. Who should put more effort into their work?

I'll just explain. For us humans, romantic love seems obvious, but it's not a particularly common evolutionary invention. If an intelligent species evolved from some elephants or killer whales, then the priority would not be a pair, but a kinship relationship. There are a bunch of animal species that don't create pairs at all. So how and for what purposes does such a phenomenon as Conjunx Endura exist in the society of transformers? They do not breed in pairs, they do not have any very harsh living conditions where a partner can help with survival. Something from Primus? Some kind of "power of love"? Who knows, the authors don't care, the fans of couples are happy and draw tons of art and write tons of fanfiction, and they don't need more. And I understand that in the original very first cartoon we were shown that Cybertronians know how to love. But this is a cartoon for children, of course there will be no details, these comics are designed for an older audience who can understand complex explanations.

Age-related burnout is something like a disease ending the life of a transformer. What do we know about it? After what time does it come? For what reason? What is it like? And why should the reader know this, it is there and that's it.

Similarly, for all IDW's love of violent scenes and cutting transformers into pieces, we don't really have a single image that normally shows the anatomical structure of a Cybertronian. They didn't even bother to come up with names for body parts. When I needed to find names for the most basic body parts, I found about 10 fan interpretations for each and 0 official ones! I'll repeat it. THEY HAD 17 YEARS TO DO IT!

About changing bodies and genders to more suitable ones. Again, it is too directly written off from humans, although we are talking about alien robots. Humans have biological and socio-cultural reasons for this. How does it work for transformers? Different types of sparks were canceled by the retcon, so it is impossible to talk about some kind of accordance. Just fashion or aesthetic preferences? Well, that's something. But why, according to this logic, we were not shown examples where transformers change their alt-mod, because they felt that it would be right? No, it's too difficult, because the reader is too stupid and will not understand the allegories or signs of alien psychology of another intelligent species. Again, I'm not against it, but while it's clear how it works for humans, everything here works on the principle of "because".

And these are the biggest examples, but with the little things and everything else, it's about the same. These comics don't build the world, you don't want to dive into it, because almost nothing is known about it, except for a short period before and during the war. It's unclear how it works.

2. The authors obviously like Decepticons and don't particularly like Autobots. And they try very hard to hide it behind the so-called "gray morality". The authors tried so hard to suggest that the Decepticons are not so bad, but at the same time, because of the rule of coolness, they left their actions far beyond the point of no return, when the arch of redemption can no longer work in the work.

I will explain this with the most striking examples.

Megatron. How the authors protected him with all their might. The fact is that the authors adored Megatron so much that they tried to give him everything at once. Megatron must be a cool destroyer who staged genocide on Cybertron and on other planets. But at the same time, he should personify a "misunderstood hero who fought for a just cause." Megatron throws from extreme to extreme. Then he orders to kill all living beings in the universe, and then he changes on the move and decides not to kill anyone at all, doing absolutely nothing to save his comrades. (Time of MTMTE and Lost Light events). He defected to the Autobots only out of self-hatred, and not because of regrets about his actions. He never says that he feels sorry for the murdered Cybertronians or the inhabitants of other planets.

And the authors are trying to emphasize this, then through Rodimus, who almost licked him and promoted the point of view that Megatron (the leader of the Decepticons) is not responsible for everything that has happened in the last 4 million years. Or through Whirl, who began to blame himself that it was because of him that Megatron started all this, as if Megatron could not think on his own.

But apparently the authors didn't have enough of that, so they introduced a Functionist Universe to show how bad it would be for Cybertronians without a revolution. After all, screens instead of heads are much worse than the genocide of their own kind and the deaths of countless living beings on other planets.

I am sure that even the authors introduced Holomatter technology to draw a hot humanization of Megatron. You just compare his drawing and the drawing of others.

The authors had 2 options — not to make Megatron a monster so that it all worked, or not to follow the path of his justification. For such an image that turned out, the only redemption is death, any textbook of screenwriting skill will say that. What did we get? An inarticulate, unsatisfying ending where we don't even know if he was executed or not for all his crimes that he didn't really atone for. In general, it is very interesting to send a galactic criminal essentially on a cruise initially instead of a normal punishment. The inhabitants of the affected worlds especially liked it, I'm sure.

Starscream. Of course, they could not ignore the audience's favorite. How not to give your beloved Starscream the crown and the status of ruler. Despite the fact that before that we were shown him as an incompetent leader who brought the Decepticons to an incomprehensible extent in the absence of Megatron, but no one on the planet remembered this when he became ruler. No one in the galaxy was unhappy that the second in command and accomplice of the intergalactic genocide became the ruler. Because the authors wanted a Starscream in the crown, which in the end did nothing but argue with Windblade, and then in the end unexpectedly committed a heroic act during the fight with Unicron. What led to this? Nothing really, it's just that the authors love Starscream, why explain.

It's about the same with Soundwave.

Thundercracker. The kindest Decepticon. Who was not happy with Megatron's actions, but still obeyed them, whined to himself, and only at some point the authors remembered that they needed to make him good. And one act was enough to declare him so. And even humans accepted his residence on Earth, which should not be, since his one act is not enough for everyone to take and forget who he served and what he did before. But add a dog, and everyone will stop paying attention to it, because it's all so cute.

Well, just look at all the "positive decepticons" who still hate organics, who do not particularly repent for their actions, but the authors present them to us as "good guys".

And what about the Autobots? And now they are partly defenders of an unfair regime.

About what was done with Prowl and Star Saber (here is my post about it) I can only keep silent. As far as I know, the comic book author at least hated Star Saber, so he made him like this.

It would seem that here it is grayness, there are no good and bad. But, as we have seen, the "good" Decepticons are not as gray and good as they are presented. But they showed us good Autobots, right? We'll see.

Tailgate is at first a good autobot, who, because of his strength, has become some kind of hysterical, driven by momentary inadequate emotions.

Rewind is a good one, we won't pay attention to the fact that he used Chromedome as a tool, in fact he didn't love him, chasing after his previous partner, but we will perceive these two as a good couple. Yes, by the way, the beloved fan couple and the representation proudly called by the authors do not really demonstrate a bit of a good relationship, only use and disrespect for the feelings of the partner.

Rodimus is a good one, although he is an infantile egoist who, after a moment of enlightenment, returned to his previous behavior, and treated everyone badly except our beloved Megatron.

And really good characters like Skids can be killed and forget about their existence.

But we have a bad Getaway, which could be an excellent example of gray morality, since he was initially right, but the authors could not allow this, so they turned him into a caricature villain and killed him.

I really can't think of a single character that was enjoyable. Not necessarily morally clean, but at least not disgusted. Maybe this is just my opinion, but I hate almost everyone in this line of comics.

3. Authors hate human characters. It's simple, the whole storyline is on the Earth. Humans are stupid and evil bastards who thoughtlessly fell for the Decepticons' trick, fought against the Autobots and tortured them. Yes, humans can do terrible things and most likely would have done something about it, but it feels like there was no place for humans in the vaunted "gray morality". Even if the authors have a teenager's brain with all this "humans suck!", they could try to make a good story. What did Spike do to deserve such a character portrayal? By being annoying in a cartoon? That's not an excuse.

4. Terribly boring MTMTE and Lost Light, a soap opera at its worst. Most of this sprawling plot could be spent on really interesting things.

5. The ending. No comments. The only plus is that it's finally over.

6. Reboot is just boring.

7. Shattered Glass — thanks them for remembering, but it doesn't even match the original, either in the image of the characters or in the plot. The plot is so-so.

8. Last Bot Standing is just some nonsense with an incomprehensible morality, an incomprehensible premise and some crazy image of random characters.

And all this is only a small part of my claims, which I was able to quickly recall.

You can say, and many will say, that this is unfair, because other works on transformers are no better and suffer from the same problems. And I will agree. But there is one detail.

Most fans do not put other works on the pedestal of the best media on transformers. Therefore, I have no complaints about other comics from Marvel or Dreamwave, because they are treated adequately. But there is such a rush around IDW that I'm tired of seeing endless proposing to put every character and every solution from these comics into new comics/cartoons/movies/games. I understand that compared to other works, these comics seem cool, but they have a lot of problems that should not be repeated. You need to come to something new, and not take the most popular and think that this is the key to success. Earthspark is going down this path, and it doesn't look good anymore. But if everything is covered with a sad Megatron and blue flowers, then everything is fine. And this is not so.

Perhaps not everything was bad, the beginning was promising and even interesting, but all this quickly turned into some kind of nonsense, fanservice and fulfillment of the wishes of the authors. In the end, I'm glad that their license was taken away from them, and I hope that the following authors will not rely on these comics in the future.

I don't like IDW for the reasons outlined above, but I hate these comics for the way the fandom treats them.

Thank you for wanting to hear me and perhaps listening to what I would like to convey.

[ask-stealth-thunderstreaker]

Some backstory for Stealth

Stealth was raised in Kaon , a nicer part of Kaon ... the area that was mostly occupied by poor-lower-income familial units.... my Head-canon is that a lot of Cybertronians can reproduce by spark or similiar mean (spark-play). Poor incomes or low ranking usually lead to carrying an old-fashioned way of babies ... Richer Praxian/Vosian and up are usually Cold-Constructs in terms of frames because of technicalities (Well, see more of this in Thunderstreaker's breakdown).

Anyways , Stealth had an interesting childhood , her Sire worked and attended school. As he was younger for a Gladiator.... and Stealth was a baby ... Stealth has always and will always have a tough relationship with her carrier. So they weren't involved...which left a certain group of friends to help.

Stealth grew up around large miners and gladiators , she was one of the only beings that was a constant in Impactor and Megatron's lives. More so, Impactor than Megsy because Megsy was a younger mech back then.

So imagine this , Impactor sitting next to a small version of her sire (Who is a blood-red and black Praxian with Silver/chrome accents). Her little doorwings were still little stubs , and Her chevron had little protectors and trainers. As she sat down where her Sire had set her down , reading a little book.

Impactor ... The Great Gladiator! The Miner ! The Mech that didn't take slag !

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... He taught this little creature how to read, draw,paint, and Gamble ! By the time her sire returned regardless of the time or length of time , she was tired or asleep holding her little plushy he'd gotten her earlier that first day.

I have a bunch of cute sparkling tales . If anyone wants to hear'em , let me know !

Stealth is very close with Impactor until they move to Praxus when her carrier demands that they can't be around all the bad. Stealth, of course, is upset and asks to stay (which is a no) and ultimately results in her returning in the summer. They have a falling out, and they don't talk again for years !!!

... And Stealth knows the twins from the summers at Impactors ! The twins were curious of the slightly younger femme ! As you can imagine , Impactor wasn't but, we're deviating here!

Impactor will never admit it , but he is the reason Stealth is a medic. Stealth was one of those kids that came home with a litter of turbo-pups or a kitten. Impactor had a soft spot , and he ended up sitting with the little femme trying to find a home for the smaller creatures.

Her Sire is working towards an engineering career , so little miss is with Impactor ... which means she also goes with him to his training and matches. Femmes coo at her, and Impactor at one point tries to pursue/briber her into inviting the femmes to go with them to dinner or for Ice-cream...... It doesn't go over well. Stealth mean-mugged the femmes, and well ... She cheers for her 'Sire' Impactor as that's what her 'Sire' calls Impactor ...usually scares off a few femmes .

Stealth eventually learns that Sunstreaker and Sideswipe are fun and that if Impactor is 'distracted' by a femme or cute mech , well then ... she has 100 shanix for the help to spend with Sideswipe and Sunstreaker.

However , Impactor did come to regret this one-time during a 3-day sleep-over. Stealth bought a Kaonite Pit-Kanan , a big crusty one that was covered in Energon. And the fragging Femme was hanging off of it's neck without a care in the world !

Stealth :'Pactor ! I made a friend !

Impactor: *Panicking* Where did you find it ! Put it back ! Do you even know what it is !!!

Stealth : My new friend ! Pactor ! I'm gonna name him ....umm Fluffy !!

Impactor : *Realizing the time* Slag your Dad's really gonna kill me ! I'm serious!! Don't laugh !

Stealth : But you have a friend ! I wanna a friend to , specially cuz you don't let Sunstreaker and Sides over !!!!

Impactor : We aren't having this conversation again ! You are literally 6 vorns old !! And your sire's gonna kill me for-(equal to a 6 year old)

*Door opens !*

Stealth : Sire !

Impactor :

[heliopauseentertainments]

Self-Rec Tag Game

I was tagged by @decepticonsuggestionbox

Rules: Share five of your works (art, writing, etc.). Then tag five people to share the things they made.

1. Something you absolutely adore.

2. Something that was challenging to create.

3. Something that makes you laugh (or smile).

4. Something that suprised you (in how it turned, in how much people liked it, etc.)

5. Something you want other people to see.

An Unintentional Voyage - A short MegaRatch novel loosely-based on the broader G1 setting where Megatron and Ratchet, through acts of stupidity and chance, are isolated in deep space on a shitty space shuttle. They have to work together to slowly make their way back to known space. It explores their personalities, how they relate to people broadly, how they relate to each other, and how they approach problem-solving and cooperation, all while exploring alien worlds and the challenges of being cooped up in the Cybertronian equivalent of a souped up Volkswagen bus. I absolutely adore this. It's the second fic novel I started, but the first I finished (because it's only 44k words). There isn't much MegaRatch content out there to start with and this one started as a challenge prompt, loosely inspired by The Way Forward by KottonKat, which you should also read.

2. Reforged - This is a very long MegaRod novel, inserted into the IDW1 MTMTE/LL timeline during the tiny "victory lap." It contains canon blending features and draws from various continuities for some of the lore.

While the A plot focuses on a very slowburn romance, the B plot focuses on unraveling a religious conspiracy and what it means to process guilt, all while expanding on and exploring Caminus as a setting, which did not get much canon development. It also contains Prowl painfully growing a conscience.

This one was difficult. Two years of "difficult." It was hard to juggle plot threads and keep a consistent narrative with appropriate pacing because I did not expect it to take this much space to develop this particular story.

But I'm glad I did it. I really enjoy the final result, despite the two major style changes that occurred in the course of writing it. The first 11 or so chapters even got full rewrites partway through to make the style changes less jarring. I'm proud of it.

3. Courtship Dances - A short quintuple TaraProwl drabble based on the mating dances of peacock spiders. This one cracks me up every time I look at it. It's just fucking ridiculous and I love for that. Read it and have a chuckle at Prowl suffering.

4. A Thousand Years - I made this as a one-off for MegOp Week one year. That year, I challenged myself to do a different continuity each day and I find TFP (and Aligned in general) pretty difficult to write for.

I was really surprised how much people really enjoyed it and apparently continue to enjoy it. It only just now got kicked off my "top 5 most hits" graph. I thought of it as a fun challenge, but then more than one person told me it was one of their comfort fics. That's insanely flattering! And a good reminder that you never know who is going to love your creations.

5. The Hollow Man - I wrote this horror novella at a fever-like pace in under a month like a lunatic. It addresses the implications of "what if the Magnus armor is Ultra Magnus's original body and what if that body is haunted?"

Readers inform me that it is spooky and unsettling.

I love it and want everyone to see it. I want to do more horror pieces and this one was so fun. It's one of the few pieces of my own writing that I actually go back and re-read for the pleasure of it.

It was inspired by headcanons from @tangentially-displaced & @decepti-thots

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