#star saber

[rollersfataft]

I just got all of these done I am so pooped

[tenebres-for]

[hangryshawn]

Full color version of these vectors; it's been years and years since I put this much effort into a single drawing, and I'm proud to have done it for the Transformers (Reverse) Big Bang. Fun fact, in the original draft for this picture, Star Saber's main prop was holding a sword. That was until our team got to talking, and now the details have a whole other set of gear in tow because, well—for more info, go read Bunny's lovely accompanying piece Safety and Adoration, a what-if that's set in the aftermath of Luna-1. Rated E for the extra steamy scene in the second chapter, it just might be the thing to convince more people out there to help populate the tag for this pairing? A person can dream.

[ihatebrainstorm]

kinda feeling unmotivated about this lmao so I dunno if I'll actually work on this again, but who knows- Mainly using it to test out working with cameras so apologies for it being really crummy ToT

[heljay]

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

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

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

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

[revoltingrev]

Deszaras and Starsaber bonding (one step away from destruction)

[heriumun]

How did this happen?

ファルマ先生は私の信条の問題により差分あり

Dr.Pharma has a difference according to my sentiments

[witchofthesouls]

I love your bayverse Isekai AU, will there be any more snippets on the shenanigans with our feral wildling prime with equally feral newsparks and politically rogue sentinel actively failing and somehow successfully courting the said feral prime while simutaneously giving the metaphorical middle finger to the council regime.

You're standing in the middle of a pale desert. The white sand ripples without wind, and it's endless without anything in sight. A stark divide between the ground and dark sky. The stars are strange. Dripping like a child's clumsy first ventures into watercolors; saturated, vibrant hues fading into weak trailing brushstrokes. With enough concentration, you parse out the shapes of the stars, outlines squirming, moving back and forth, bleeding across the night like odd-shaped marbles.

Someone calls out, and you turn to see a fluttering-

______

You wake up, and the dream fades. The remaining echoes of crying easily meld into the newsparks' wails for your attention, even under Thundercracker's crooning engines, calm field, and fuel production. They look for you, blindly reaching out, fields refusing to settle until well entangled under your own and dozing on your chest.

______

Because you and information slugs don't mix, you're learning the old-fashioned way: direct practice.

And there's nothing in this current life nor your past human one that could prepare you for Iaconi dining etiquette and their culinary practices.

Sentinel is surprisingly patient and encouraging. Star Saber, on the other hand, is demanding and pompous as usual.

A few pieces of the cutlery are familiar in a vague shape-sense, like a spoon should be a spoon, but the spoons' handles have delicate metal leaves with tiny bundles of shiny berries. One grouping is so fragile that the shells jiggled as it rose from a well-hidden compartment from the table. Another clutch isn't round but more hexagonal. A blue hexagon-like raspberry with reddish fuzz.

There's also a tool that looks like a love-child between a well-used slinky and nunchucks and a doohicky that combined a two-pronged fork with a honey dipper.

There's nothing on the table that looks remotely close to honey or a sauce to use said dipper.

You deeply yearn for the simplicity of Thundercracker's cubes and her endless supply of snacks.

Biting the bullet, you commit to a spoon, and Star Saber exudes disdain as you try to scoop out the plain tofu lookalike on your plate. It jiggles and warps the moment the utensil touches it, and the berries, every single one, fall off. The hard ones bounce off, tinking across the table and floor, and the fragile ones splatter the tofu. A contained mess of color and sound clash as discordant strings and chimes overlay and warp.

Sentinel is then right by you. "Like this," he says, and he takes your hand to pick up the fork end, guiding you to twirl the dipper right over the plain tofu block. It quivers, and there's a lovely wind-chime noise before the entire thing flows upward, carving into long, unbroken chains by following the grooves, and artfully twirling backdown into a nest.

A plate of color-splattered noodles now sits before you.

Sentinel uses the slinky, applying the nunckuck ends to his thumb and middle finger and gently bounces the slinky over the noodles. The noodles slither their way into the middle, and after a mouthful is gathered, he brings the contraption near his face, flicking off the thumb attachment and the flexible tubing and 'drinks' his food as if it's a straw itself.

A sharp, ringing hum grabs your attention, prickling over your senses at vibrates in your field. When Star Saber stops circling the rim of the wine glass, the hum dies down as well.

"You failed when we entered." You stare blankly at the Seeker, and he clicks his glossa before explaining, "The most prominent member signals the rest to sit."

"But I waited for you because you're the most experienced!" Star Saber had literally spent weeks beating it into your processor about the teacher-student dynamic: who sits, who stands, who dismisses, and many other important, little steps of social nuance.

"Yes. If this was an educational setup, but this is a formal meal, it's the established Prime that signals to everyone else to sit."

You throw all caution to wind and reach over to the turn table in the middle. Sentinel laughs as you manually spin it until you reach your target: the deconstructed savory pies basket.

Star Saber remains unamused as you take a bite of the sphere, and spices flood your senses, coating your glossa with a hearty, thick gravy. The 'wrapping is supposed to be peeled, but it's completely edible and flaky layers.

It's a performance piece with the right sounds and gestures. The wrapping would gracefully unravel, and the contents reorganize itself into a sophisticated piece of art before settling into cups to be eaten one by one.

You find it more comfortable to eat the pie in one whole go. Star Saber deeply sighs at your atrocious manners and actually snaps at Sentinel when the mech decides to follow your lead.

[gangtal]

[jdrider02]

IDW Star Saber drawing

8-17-2024

[rollersfataft]

do you guys know funeral diner

[tenebres-for]

[atomicdarc]

More like starscream is the father figure-

I always find cute how minicons, pretty small beings, sees cybetronians who find them and "adopt" them as their father figures, but honestly I think that it is not so explored as it is with Starscream, his relationship with the Starsaber is adorable. Man is father of a sword. I remember he asking if the Minicons where ok when he used a lot of their power.

[darkastarte]

🤔🤰🏻❓

[hangryshawn]

IYKYK

...and a close-up zoomed in (cropped and dithered) under the cut

[witchofthesouls]

The image of the false prophet haunts us all

OHHHHHHHHHH, what a title!

One, TFP canon compliant exploration of Alpha Trion and why he kept himself buried in the Archives - the reasons and motivatiors as he's the last of the Guiding Hand with Prima's death and Alchemist's disappearance along with his Primal Artifact that allows him glimpses of the future and the multiverse. He tried calling on Vector, and his brother only sent him the very insignia that would come to represent the Autobots.

Two, Bayverse fic that focuses on Sentinel Prime's ascension to a new Prime and what drove him to become the mech in the films. After the death of Zeta, his own position became unstable with only Star Saber as his Lord Protector. The foundlings that would eventually become Optimus and Megatron had sparked hope, but a nearly successful assassination attempt had gotten him. Only Star Saber sacrificed himself to ensure the Sentinel's spark didn't gutter out. The catch: Star Saber and Sentinel had melded together, and the zealot that left a huge imprint of what a Prime was meant to be. And it cements canon events. Any personality changes were thought to be a trauma response as, once again, Sentinel Prime stood alone.

Three, TFP fic that focuses on Soundwave in the Shadowzone. Delves deep into the life of the gladiatorial clades and the motivations that drove him to serve faithfully to Megatron. He talks to the 'ghosts' of Ravage, Frenzy and Rumble, and a few other mecha that shaped his outlook in his youth.

Four, is a messy crossover between TFP and One. (Messy because I haven't seen the film, but my boy Megatonus Prime didn't Fall?! Oh, I'm interested!) Specifically, Other!TFP AUs were a cyberized June Darby who ascended to the Primacy as Nemesis Prime because of the Fallen (like directly taking his mantle in burn your sins and wash away your virtues or as a direct descendant) had summoned into Transformers One verse. Go forth, Juno Nemesis, and execute Sentinel and devour the Quintessons! Get yourself a bladed staff!