#party at tarns

[giant-tardigayde]

More than Meets the Eye x Prelude to Ecstasy

[liaswritesrobots]

Inspired by @montyuh's asks about terrible soulmates.

"Check his arm." Tarn commanded Vos.

Vos shook his head after examining the mech's arm.

Still no luck. Though he supposed that was a good thing, since he didn't want to be the sparkmate of a dead mech. Still, it's been centuries and he still hasn't found anyone with the name that was written across his arm and he hasn't found anyone with his name on theirs.

He sometimes imagines what kind of bot they are, to have such a strange name for a cybertronian- perhaps they weren't born on Cybertron and instead are a part of a colony off world. He wonders if they're a Decepticon. He hopes they're a Decepticon... or at least a neutral that could be easily swayed into joining the Decepticons. He wonders what colors they've decorated their frame with. And what color their optics are. And if they like music. He hopes they like music. He could sing for them.

He thinks about them far too much some would say. Obsessively checking every bot they off to make sure they aren't the one. Not that he's opposed to murdering his sparkmate if they're an Autobot or defector, but he can't help but feel a tinge of sadness at the thought of the bot made solely for him being his enemy.

He wants to know the euphoria of having his other half by his side. Someone to hold him on those long, lonely nights aboard The Peaceful Tyranny. Someone to protect. To conquer. To playfully tease in the privacy of his habsuit. Someone that loves him.

He sighs, turning to leave the room. Ever since they boarded this Primus awful ship crawling with Autobots he's had this... feeling... that the one he's supposed to meet is here. He wonders if there's a chance they're locked in the holding cells. Some Decepticon prisoner that wandered into these fools' path and found themselves at their mercy.

That wouldn't be so bad. Then he could free them himself. They'd be completely indebted to him then. They'd have no choice but to be by his side and-

He stops in his tracks noticing you standing there with a blaster aimed at him.

Human.

These Autobots and their love for organics... it's disgusting! Letting one of you live amongst them. Disgraceful. What a pathetic little thing, trembling at the sight of him despite your fighting stance. Your little arms can barely hold that blaster up and they're shaking too bad for you to even get a clear sh-

Hold on...

He squints, examining your trembling arms. They're shakey but he swears- he swears he can see the word "Damus" on it. His eyes grow wide and with a swift step he snatches you off the ground causing you to drop your blaster. You scream and struggle and try to hit his hand to make him let go of you but he brings you to his face to examine you.

He raises his other hand and between two digits, violently stretches your arm out causing you to cry out in pain.

Damus

And it looks like the word "Glitch" is faded behind it.

"No." He whispers. "No. No. No! No! NO! NO! NO!" Each no getting louder an more desperate as his grip starts to tighten around you. You manage to yank your arm free from his grip and try to pull yourself up out of his hand.

"Human, what is your name?" His eyes narrow.

"Like I'd tell you!"

Defiance. Even in the face of danger, even within his grasp that could easily end your life you refuse his simple request. He tightens his grip again, causing a sharp pain in you as you gasp and huff for air, "Tell me!" He demands through gritted teeth.

You comply this time and his grip not only loosens, he nearly drops you as he falls to his knees.

This is joke. This has to be. A cruel prank by Primus! There's no way his sparkmate is organic! This is a mistake! You can't be the one that is supposed to love him no matter what. You can't be the one he's wanted to hold and cherish for so long. You can't be the one he's been waiting for all of his life. You can't! You can't!

"Tarn?"

The sound of Tesarus' voice down the hall snaps him back into the moment. He stares down at you trying to pry yourself from his hand so you can escape. He closes his fist around you once more and opens his chest, placing you inside. He uses the wall to help himself back up.

"You ok?" Tess asks, running up beside the mech.

"Yes. I just... I think I need to go outside for a moment. I'll be back soon." Tarn turns away and staggers down the other end of the hall towards an exit

"You want us to put the party on hold for you?"

"No. Kill everyone you find. Do not leave even one spark intact." Tarn reponds.

He just has to clear his head. Some fresh air will do the ventilators good. He'll figure out what to do with you once he can think straight again.

[voraciouslyindulgent]

Eidos of House Ecclesius - (EX) Senator of Praxus

[pocoslip]

I'm really Glad Iron Factory and even Hasbro did not go the Lazy Route by turning Tarn into the Fallen like Flame Toys did

(Though I do Hope the Iron Factory's New Megatronus Prime Figure is Not a Retool of their IDW Megatron Figure)

[witchofthesouls]

Could it have been Party Goblin that introduced Tarn to the wonders of ✨Pegging✨?😳😏🍑🍆

Would it be a huge surprise? Not at all. Except for Tarn, and he had no idea how the hell a sloshed Autobot managed to convince him to go upstairs and on a couch. Not even a proper berth.

All is fair in love and war, and it's definitely open season on afts.

[some-tf-reblogs]

Iron factory - Spirits of the D.E.C.

Old and New version.

I'm still wondering why they decided to make DJD a combiner (but not complaining).

[platonicphoenix]

Wanna see some drawings of my oc Partybomber?

Some of these im not too proud of or might be a bit concerning but 😇

Heres his concept design:

[nerdfins]

"How?!" Bruh, you are the only guy who wears a mask that looks like the Decepticon emblem. Not too hard to figure out.

Janus

((mmc tarn's reformatted minicomic. a look at his life probably while he was running grindcore. getting equipment from the enemy, he puts on the disguise of "rocan", a red, white, black, and blue color swap of himself, but is found out.

name clarifications as this is 3rd party: kultur is tarn. im unsure of who the other characters canon counterparts are off the top of my head, if they exist at all. but if they do, let me know.

"janus" is a pretty good name for this comic- janus is the god of transition and duality and is literally two-faced, not only is this a reference to tarns disguise, but his personality as well.))

[karinadele]

drabble on pharma x human reader

warnings: its pharma, everything is fucked

just me listing ideas and character traits so i can write...

Actions/Behaviors:

-would keep you on him at all times as if you were a pocket hamster

-600% will drug you

-preserving head and organs after you die

-mnemosurgery to pry into your brain and know everything (perhaps attempt a digital link with him so he's connected 24/7 like a sparkbond)

-physically consuming organs mainly heart/brain

-wants to cut you open while conscious to see your organs (will sew you back up after ofc) (will be sedated for no pain, but will be awake)

-propofol abuse? (maybe fuck you on and off it just to see how you react)

-will attempt to physically massage your heart in an attempt to maintain your heart rate. (and to have control over your life literally)

-would scarification his red cross on your chest (? horny tramp stamp? wow just thinking hurts)

-would withhold medication until you submit and beg (if you're too stubborn, he will slip just enough in without you knowing to keep you going)

oocs??:

-would poison you just to watch you suffer and then antidote you? (idk to make it where reader knows, or reader thinks it was a 3rd party. maybe pharma has gaslighted reader into thinking its external but always have an inkling?)

-would attempt to infuse you with energon/nucleon (if nucleon stops bots from transforming, what would it do to humans?)

-would try to forcibly physically put you in his spark

-would he remove limbs so you're stuck?? (i dont think so... but i do believe he will try to modify you)

-i want to see him use his chainsaw to engrave lines over reader? forming more blocky lines to resemble Cybertronians?

-probably drinks your blood, or at least taste it (maybe keep it in a vial in subspace at all time)

-permanent drug state?

-super ooc, i want to see him repaint/make reader repaint his autobot insignia with their blood

light analysis:

-pet names: dear, darling, occasionally love?? (not sweetspark??)

-ends sentences with "hmm?" / snarky

hmm? ah. tch tch, ah, ah! don't touch that! tongue clicking, lots of italics. (writing in his mind is hard...)

snarky, haughty, controlling, obsessive (to reader), does not want to see you in pain, but will actively cause you to be in it, naturally manipulative, more smirks than grins.

i want to say gaslighting, but will ease on it when he warms up to reader...?

internal personality conflict:

i see him as finding a human annoying, and originally toying, very traumatic shit, then warming up. (insert charm) not accepting that he has feelings, he pushes them into obsession. and acts them out in questionable physical actions.

thoughts:

quotes are ooc, just what i think he would justify his actions;

"no its not love, i just need them with me at all time."

"my spark isnt flaring harder because of love, its because they belong in there"

"they may not live long, but i can preserve them" (leads to infusing energon?)

soft pharma (say no tarn tcog or any incidents, or you pull him out of issues) (shit how did first aid get an evalv from rung but pharma didnt?? bro was sane then!!)

-would be tender, lots of physical affection (still)

-would organ harvest for you

-would tease you and be annoying (instead of internalizing it and coming out obsessive.)

[lets-try-some-writing]

In tfp do you think the vehicon play games when other bots are looking? Like soundwave is off on a mission so some vehicons decided were just gonna play 20 questions. I feel like it would be a little funny.

I bet they absolutely do.

The Vehicons have to keep all their games on the down low to avoid Starscream or some other Commander stopping them. So most of their games are either easy to hide, or require no tools at all. There are a few rather popular games amongst the Vehicons that are their preferred choice of pass time when they can't leave their posts but still have nothing much to do.

Obviously, the most common game is cards. But of course, it is not as simple as one might think. A Vehicon needs to be worthy to play the game, and they way they do this is by trading for the cards that one uses to begin with. Every card is specially crafted, each modeled after a notable wartime character, Autobot or Decepticon. In order for a card to be produced, a piece of the character in question must be gathered and quite literally put into the card. Usually this means having to grab a piece of shed plating before anyone notices. As such, cards have increadible rarity and the strength of each card is determined by how many are in circulation, whether or not the character is dead, and the edition of the card.

It is honestly less about the game and more about the collecting and production process. Sure, the Vehicons will actually play the card game using real life stats around each character, but more often it is a trading match. Three Starscreams for one Whirl. No one has seen Blaster since Cybertron went dark, so his card is worth four Bumblebees. Eight Optimi for two first edition Orion Pax cards (an ultra rare collectable considering most of Orion Pax's plating fell off LONG ago.) Four Megatrons for two Megatronus cards, and two Megatronus cards for one D-16 (Soundwave has the only known D-16 copy and no one is willing to take it from him.)

The cards are highly valued and often taken excellent care of. Only some Vehicons are certified to make more via the general agreement of the troops. The most sought after cards are by far the:

Party Ambulance Ratchet: Only three are known to exist and Pharma absolutely has one and Optimus may or may not have the other. It is unconfirmed. There are rumors the remaining one is floating around in a different Vehicon battalion, so the Vehicons have no yet lost hope for it.

Gladiator Soundwave: There are two known copies of this card, and many believe Soundwave claimed both. ST3V3 swears up and down that Megatron has one, but few are willing to go ask the warlord to confirm.

Rumble & Frenzy: A duo card that has long since gone out of production in light of the minicons deaths. There are perhaps fifty somewhere in the galaxy and only one Vehicon on the Nemesis has a copy. He keeps it in perfect condition.

End Your Life Tarn: One very VERY unfortunate Vehicon managed to get enough off Tarn to create a singular legendary card. Myths say that it may still exist somewhere in the ether, in Tarn's personal collection, or somewhere else in the universe.

Senator Proteus: Why does it exist? No one is entirely sure since he died early into the war. But a Vehicon has a copy of the card and it is said that six others may still be around. No one cares much for Proteus, but his card is rare and thus valuable considering the mech has been dead for millennia.

[cozzzynook]

I love the ideas of each City having their own culture and traditions.

So here's a few I thought up for you to use if you wish :D

Icaon having the tradition of having their sparklings dressed in fancy head dressing while they are blessed by a prime or priest.

Vos hosting flight racing once every Steller cycle while having fancy parties to honour their greatest fliers.

Tarn Miners would sing old song while decorating a newly conjuxed pair with the rarest of jewels.

That's all i got so far. :D

Anon whoever you are i love this idea so much you have a wonderful brain!!

I’d like to add that in Kaon they would sensually spar with the bot they wanted to mate and conjunx.

They’d also show off their skills in front of them as well. Show off how strong they are and best opponents in-front of them. They typically liked strong conjunxs but many conjunxed someone considered weak. A show of strength, a way to say “i will protect you even until my frame grays.”

In the dead end they’d give what little food they had as a sign of courting or what little possessions they owned they’d give to the bot they wanted to conjunx. A show of trust and care even in the harshest of places. A love that says “i will never forget or throw you away, the way our planet has done to us.”

On Nyon they had a few traditions but the most prevalent was touch.

They didn’t have much food and they didn’t have gold or rare metals anymore since the high council took them.

They were robbed of their culture but still they prevailed and used a form of touch as courting.

Touch and optic contact. Optics were another way to look into a mechs soul and touching a way to the spark.

They would dance and hold their servos over the thrum of the others spark as they stared into the others optics until eventually, they did a sensual dance in berth and opened their sparks and let them join together feeling each other in every sense with touch, taste, smell and their sparks. It was a rare form since it was permanent. Its a way to say, “i will want you until every star burns out in this life and hopefully the next.”

Just some ideas.

[transingthoseformers]

Tarn fumbling left and right because of his obssession with Megatron lol

He can't stop talking about him leading up to the sex. Says his name mid makeout.

No sex for Tarn

SSGSFSGST

Yes

And it's one sided (that or both parties believe it's one sided but never find out they're wrong🤭)

[yanderes-galore]

Hi Panther,

Transformers ask? May I please make make a romantic yandere request for a oneshot with Yan!Tarn with a Neutral!Bot reader and propmts 2, 30, and 46. I was thinking of the idea in fannon where Deceptacon culture dictates the dominant con claws or bites a nasty wound that scars as a mark as “Mine” usually as a mate.

Sure, I'm not well versed in Transformers fanon as I try to keep it as canon as possible. Yet the concept seems pretty basic so I'll try.

Still relatively new to the comics and I'm not that far so if information is off, that's why.

Energon is depicted as pink in this as the comics usually use this as the color from what I've seen.

Yandere! Tarn Prompts 2, 30, 46

"It's an honor for someone such as me to take you in and love you!"

"Those lasting marks are signs of our love!"

"Even monsters can love, can't they...?"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Kidnapping, Marking/Injury, Delusional behavior, Forced relationship, Possessive behavior, Not much plot... mostly just a kidnapping scene/plot, Transformer fanon HCs as a plot point, Mentions of "Mate", Cybertronian/Cybertronian, Bleeding, Vague implication of stalking, Graphic scene (?).

"You'll tire eventually, that's fine, I can wait."

Tarn's calm and patient when pursuing what he wants. Patience is something he's had to learn in his line of work. That and loyalty.

Tarn knew eventually he'd have you in his claws. Honestly, he couldn't wait for it. He had been eying you for a long time as a potential partner for himself.

You're a neutral party... something that can easily be changed once he has you. Part of him originally wanted to take you in to convert you. Now it seems he has... ulterior motives.

Tarn has never considered a Conjunx Endura. He had loyally followed Megatron's teachings and that's where most of his life has gone. Then he saw you... Decepticon potential in his eyes.

That and Conjunx Endura potential.

Even as you run from him in a pitiful display, Tarn indulges in the chase. It's a little game to entertain himself before he claims you. He'll allow you to think you have a choice in the matter.

Oh, naive bot... you never had a choice the moment he picked you.

"You're making this harder than it has to be. Your spark is safe with me. All you need to do is surrender!"

At this point he's taunting you. Tarn is already plotting how to corner you. Each movement he does is calculated, predicting your every move.

Right... until... you're right where he wants you.

Tarn feels excitement swell within him when he finally manages to corner you. He sees you run into a dead end and realize you're trapped. You stare at him with many emotions swimming in your optics.

Tarn sees confusion... fear... and aggression. Fear is the strongest emotion that clouds your vision. Tarn can tell you have a vague sense of who he is.

Pride fills him while he steps closer.

"Game's over, my little Conjunx Endura. I do believe you've worked us both up enough."

Tarn's voice is teasing... while barely concealing a deep hunger within. You stare up at him with more confusion and disgust than fear for a moment. The looks you give him drive him crazy.

Oh... he picked well.

"Now... will you come with me willingly..." Tarn drawls, trapping you between him and the wall.

"Or will I have to get the D.J.D involved?"

Reluctantly, as he expected, you agree to come with him to his base of operations.

To him, that's already a good sign you'll be a behaved partner once he marks you.

---

Sounds of metal on metal echoed through the room. Pain coursed through you and it was all you could even think about. Even with the red eyes glaring down at you in possessive aggression... your mind only thought of the pain.

"I took you in for a reason..." The Decepticon hisses out. You hear your own metal creak as he digs his claws into you. You swore you felt Energon trickle down. "I chose you to be mine... my mate... I think I've waited long enough to mark you."

Tarn then pulls your chin to make you focus on him.

"Haven't I been nice and patient enough with you?"

You shudder against him, trying to break eye contact to see the damage. Tarn doesn't allow you to look and brings your eyes back to him. For a brief moment you see the look in his eyes soften.

"Those lasting marks are signs of our love." Tarn hums, sitting you up. You see him pull his claws out of the wound and catch a glimpse of vibrant pink liquid dribble down them. You feel ill and the pain throbs... you decide not to focus on his claws.

"It's an honor for someone such as me to take you in and love you." Tarn praises you, eying the Energon on his hands. "A mark as deep as this will show every Decepticon I claim you."

"Am I going to die?" You heave.

"I'd never let you." Tarn replies, already preparing to call over Nickel to stop the bleeding. "You'll live... and have a pretty scar to remind everyone of what has happened."

Tarn then leans over you to brush his other hand across the side of your face. His eyes hold what appears to be adoration... but it's wrong. Anyone who really loved you wouldn't gouge a hole into your side so you spilled Energon on the ground.

"After this you're no longer a neutral party... you're a Decepticon." Tarn continues, gaze never leaving you. "I've claimed you, I've marked you, and I plan to brand you when you heal."

Tarn's tone sounds confident and pleased. You narrow your eyes at him and try to push him away. He doesn't budge.

"You're a monster... get away from me...." You hiss. Tarn makes a displeased scoff before leaning away from you. You'd take time to convert.

He'll just have to find more patience it seems....

"Even monsters can love, can't they...?" Tarn muses. "Eventually you'll understand."

Tarn presses his mask to your forehead and you flinch back. It was meant to be a comforting kiss. To you... it's anything but.

"Nickel will nurse you back to health." Tarn tells you, picking you up to transport you. His grasp his tight... Energon still dripping from his claws. As he walks with you, his gaze meets yours again.

"Until you're well rested... I'll be waiting, Conjunx Endura."

[loveofbots]

Sfw and nsfw head cannons for tarn please? Reader or cannon don't really care.

Shoutout @starscreamscorpse for calling beloved Tarn ‘mista taint’

I (lovingly) hate tarn so please take this with a grain of salt

SFW:

- Tarn is a loner in all senses of the word. He doesn’t ask for help, not even Nickel. He trusted people before and that led to his empurata, and then his abandonment from the academy, now he simply directs his team without confiding in anyone except Decepticon high command.

- To tarn, being a Decepticon is a belief. I know we joke about him dick riding megatron (he does) but the Decepticon cause gave him purpose. It gave him someone to believe in, a support system even.

- Advocate for universal healthcare, most likely due to Nickel’s influence.

- Tarn actually likes to sing. Even as Damos! I imagine he sings by himself most days, and actually writes his own music. In his perfect world, maybe he’d be a prodigy and launch Cybertron into an age of art. But of course, his story is one of tragedy.

- Tarn is harsh on the DJD. He may be friendly but he has a short temper, and will easily snap at people he considers his ‘friends.’ He’s also highly critical, as we know he started putting Decepticons on the list for increasingly petty reasons near the end of it.

- He’s probably not as grossed out by us squishies as he tells himself. Although he agrees that transformers are better- he would begrudgingly ‘keep the fleshling alive’ if he was instructed to. Because his singing does not affect humans the same way it affects his own race, he would probably grow very fond of singing to them.

- Tarn’s the type to be creepy at first, but he’s just a lonely, hurt Mech on the inside. He takes advantage of other folks like Pharma to fuel his addiction, a gentle hand would help him by light years. Yet he pushes away (and kills) anyone who tries to help. Citing that they are trying to ‘cleanse him.’ Dumbass.

[NO MINOR ZONE]

- His only lover is his hand. I’m serious he gets NO bitches. Every time someone came on to him he would fumble like a dink. Helix is still trying to give him better pickup lines than ‘I won’t kill you… tonight.’

- For me Tarn is on the ace spectrum. He doesn’t want to participate in interfacing, but he likes to watch. You could probably find him in the corner at some swinger parties.

- Normally he doesn’t have time/is too tired to even try to get off. He runs the DJD he’s a busy Mech. Not to say he doesn’t have his own little fantasies.

- Top all the way. He WILL NOT bottom (unless you ask) Tarn likes to feel in charge, superior, loved. He likes to be serviced and he likes the idea of ‘capturing’ someone and making them obey his every word.

- is actually a super awkward bot. His old self- Damos- comes out when he is flirted with. He’s a bashful Mech that can’t take any praise.

- Likes the idea of his partner getting off to his voice, it makes him feel powerful that his voice alone could make someone so down bad (I am looking at you tarn fans)

- cw: drugs!!! He is the WORST person to give a doobie to, this mf takes one hit if a roach and is coughing all night. On another note, he probably does take medicine to help him sleep thanks to mama nickel.

[pocoslip]

I do Love the Legacy Toy but I want MMC to make their own Javelin Figure that turns into a Cybertronian Jet

(i just hope mmc's javelin figure is not a retool of their previous figures like chromedome or tarn or kaon)

[witchofthesouls]

Because we need more culture clashes and misunderstandings between Cybertron and the Lost Colonies (and their roles and relationships within the galactic stage and nearby planetary neighbors)...

Nurse gets very confused whenever other 'cons (aka the mechs not part of the D.J.D.) ask about Conjunx status since, apparently, you're the less terrifying half.

Camien Nurse, a Seekerkin before getting the full picture of sordid details: It's just Tarn? He's the one that killed Deadzone.

Functionism, being the godawful system it was, had also impacted marriages. As in, there was the Primary Conjunx, who leads, and the Secondary Conjunx, who follows.

Primaries were of higher statuses, and because of that, they held all the legal powers: financial, medical, and courts.

A Secondary Conjunx were subservient to their Primary. There was no separation, the Primary assumed control of all their assets, including their frame.

Camien Nurse, now understanding that a Primary Conjunx is not just the mech that had the main influence in a carriage: We're getting divorced, now fuck off!

Cue confused Decepticon noises because divorce wasn't a thing with established Primary and Secondary Conjunxes. Unless a party was dead. Now, new rumors are running rampant.

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Tarn, who was an Empurata victim as he couldn't control his ability, lost his old caste to become Glitch, a guttermech: There's nothing you can make that will phase me. The Great Conversation has a whole thread dedicated to depression meals across city-states.

Camien Nurse, who came from a colony of severe deprivation and grew up living off the land due to Tourniquet's hunting habits, took a good look at the fancy things the 'cons had done: You got a refined pallette. (A Camien phrase for Cybertronian outsiders that managed to find their way to their sector. Such visitors aren't used to their processes and way of life.)

Tarn: Oh, you were broke broke.

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Tarn's absolute horror that his legal Conjunx in this farce of a marriage and the carrier of his sparklings has no qualms going swimming for river rocks to crush into Energon and raw clay as a straight up snack.

Nurse's complete bafflement at the sheer wastage done by the Decepticons. Especially by the casualness of it! Why are they flushing Energon down the drain when all is needed are specific designs for cubes and straws to ensure no contamination!?

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Decepticons making new bets and musing over Tarn's sex life after the confirmation of the third clutch.

Sixshot banging his helm in the nearest wall to kill enough braincells to be able to stomach Tarn's stupidity and repressed horniness in the debriefs and meetings.

_____

Nurse doing a reading of the sparklings' initial streaks and patterns of true colors.

Camien Nurse: This particular hue of yellowish orange means 'energetic' and 'a zest for life,' especially in that dabbled spiral. Could also mean 'change' as well...

Tarn staring at the babbling miniature Damus pre-Empurata, complete with bright blue optics and fighting the urge to peel at his face again: ...

Decepticons that knew Damus/Glitch: ...

Everone else: Where did this Autobot-looking grub come from?!