#tf superion

[cutekittenlady]

yo soooo a random question I want to place before you...

which of the aerialbots do you think would be most likely to hire a bounty hunter/hitman to take out a decepticon AFTER the war?

FOr the sake of argument we'll say they wronged them in some way by killing someone close to them (maybe even another member of the aerial bots) or maybe they just have a regular old grudge. (example: maybe one of the stunticons or something) Reason they dont just go after them themselves is that its after the war, theyre in an area out of their jurisdiction, etc etc.

I cant really decide on my own so I wanted to get some feedback from you, the fandom.

For the sake of simplicity I'm limiting it to just hte original 5 Aerialbots. Heres a poll for an easy to see visual consensus, though I totally encourage you all to discuss the subject.

[phoenixisobsessed]

For the cats, can 37 be Windblade with the hand there like a combiner or titan hand?

Gets holded by Superion (Original post: PINNED)

Since no gen was specified I chose to just do Combiner wars because…ngl that show is my guilty pleasure XD. Also funky shading on this one. Am happy with the results. And I am VERY excited to do tomorrow’s cat. (Peeps btw more asks please I am again sitting with only asks from previous askers. I am also working on those but yk UEHAU)

[they-hermes]

as a combiner lover i have committed myself to draw all of them at least once. unfortunately its also 1 am and im not drawing alla that

[cityzenshark]

Existing characters who have the potential to be Terrans headcanon:

The Protectobots - adopted/mentored by existing doctor character(s) ex. June Darby.

The Stunticons - RiD2015 version likely since Earthspark already has Breakdown.

The Aerialbots - mentored by pilots/soldiers ex. Agent Fowler, Agent Burns & Marissa Fraireborn.

Sunstorm - Born in a radioactive place on Earth that causes he himself to be radioactive.

Nightbird - taken in by a scientist who never sees Transformers as sentient beings, thus she lacks emotion because she gets zero empathy from her caretaker.

[lastnewage]

2023.03 G1 Doodle

[protagonistprime]

G1 Cartoon and Toy colors Silverbolt from modified Legacy Blitzwing ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ it's been a while and i know i promised you to post the other guy also, but it was easier for me to make Cartoon version and Toy version. I have to give my thanks to CryptidsCustoms for allowing me to use his picture for digibash purposes.

Transformers, G1, Silverbolt belong to Hasbro and Takara Original photo belongs to CryptidsCustoms This digibash i guess belongs to me P.S: Combiner parts are not included

[birgittesilverbae]

Suzanne and Mary + in the good old days, if you are still promptable.

"Mary," Superion snaps, and Mary freezes, trying and failing to discreetly shift her contraband behind her back. "I do hope you don't intend to use those inside."

Mary shakes her head and Superion sighs heavily before waving for her to carry on - though as Mary passes she does add out of the corner of her mouth, "if one were searching for targets, one might like to know that the southern bell tower has a fine view of the training grounds."

[waves-mp4]

Combiners

I only named a few combiners since there isn't exactly a list of combiners. Also because at least 5 people need to create a combiner and I don't want to name 32+ characters. Way to many people to talk about.

Let's do this

Disclaimer: this is a fan continuity and doesn't fully align with canon (mild spoilers for my fan cont.)

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"Main" Combiners:

Devastator - Scrapper, Hook, Bonecrusher, Long Haul, Mixmaster, and Scavenger (and Prowl)

Bruticus - Onslaught, Brawl, Blast Off, Swindle, and Vortex

Menasor - Motormaster, Dead End, Wildrider, Drag Strip, and Breakdown

Defensor - Hotspot, First Aid, Streetwise, Blades, and Groove

Superion - Silverbolt, Slingshot, Air Raid, Firefight, and Skydive

Victorion - Pyra Magna, Jumpstream, Dust Up, Stormclash, Skyburst, and Rust Dust

(Other Combiners can be found on tfwiki)

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How do gestalts and gestalts bonds work?

Gestalt are the word used to refer to the group that creates a combiner. Gestalt bonds are the bond connecting the gestalt. A gestalt bond is a spark bond similar to trines and host-cassette bonds in my fan continuity.

Emotions and thoughts can be sent and received through the gestalt bond. One can temporary block their side of the gestalt bond and with help, completely cut themselves off from the bond. This doesn't hurt anyone! It will feel sore but nothing more. Gestalt bonds are consensual and a bond will not form if someone really doesn't want to.

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How to combiners work?

Physically, Combiners need at the very least 5 parts. Two arms, two legs, and a torso/head. Devastator is a special case, having a torso and a head separate.

Mentally, kind of similar to Pacific Rim. The gestalt have to be in sync in order for the combiner to stay combined and work. In the mind of the combiner, there is a space that "holograms" are located. Those holograms are the mechs that make up the combiner. They are more of a representation than anything else. There is a visual of sorts of the gestalts mind. The visual can change depend on who is the leader or who is in the gestalt. For example, Prowl's mind calculates a lot. So when he is leader, there is a lot more numerical calculations vs if Scrapper was leader.

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How are combiners created?

This is a complicated question. Some mechs, like the Constructicons, Combaticons, Stunticons, Protectobot, etc. are born as combiners. In other cases, a mech's frame must be reformatted if they want to be part of a combiner.

Very few know how to reformat a frame to become part of a combiner. Hook is know to be the number one medic to go to for a frame reformat. He is known for turning lots of people away.

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What about the Enigma of Combination?

Doesn't exist, even if it did, the combiners would highly upset over a tool that can force mechs to combine. Combiners and gestalts are consensual, they have to be. Otherwise the combiners can't actually work due to the fact that the gestalt has to be in sync with each other.

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Prowl is part of Devastator??

This might worry some but not to worry, hopefully. The way Prowl becomes part of the Devastator gestalts is more fan continuity and less canon. Prowl genuinely wants to be part of Devastator and it can be tiring. Thankfully Scrapper is there to take over when needed.

Since Scrapper is alive, the "Prowl becomes part of Devastator" arc doesn't work. However Prowl does get brainwashed, and like canon, none of his friends notice. The Constructicons see this and they decide to try and be "friends" with brainwashed Prowl.

After the brainwashing, the Constructicons go to Prowl slightly hopeful that Prowl remembers them. Prowl ends up pushing them away and the Constructicons respect his decision. Slowly his memories from being brainwashed comes back and with some prompting from his therapist, Prowl decides to talk with the Constructicons. The Constructicons and Prowl start to hang out more.

One day, Scrapper requests to talk to Prowl alone. Scrapper tell Prowl that he is getting old and tired. Scrapper expresses how much he wants a break. Prowl asks if there is anyway that he can help. Scrapper says there is. One surgery and gestalt bond later, Prowl becomes part of Devastator.

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That is all so far. Questions are always welcomed!

More can be found here

[inlovewithfairies]

The fact that Olivia is older than Lorena (camila and lilith) and that she has just a 15 years age gap with mother superion... The fact that she is older than kty IM- I- Olivia I love u

[robotshowtunes]

📙📷🐘🥃▶️

[braveseeker3]

tiny superions. . .

Transformers: Mosaic #659 - “The First Combiners”

Originally posted on September 3rd, 2012

Story, Art - Sterling Gee

deviantART | Seibertron | TFW2005

wada sez: Per Gee on deviantART: “So this comic was inspired by a dream I had of the Aerialbots building a “battle scaffold” in mid-air while falling (it was MUCH cruder than the one shown here). I didn’t remember much else from the dream, but the idea grew in my brain into this Transformers fan comic. This ended up “chibi” style partly because of the goofy plot I came up with, and partly because I wanted to cram every American G1 combiner team (in combined form) into the first panel. Seeing as each of them are made of 5-6 other robots, I could have have taken forever just with the first panel alone if it were not for the chibi style.” The giant robot reminds me of some of the larger Cyberverse playsets, in particular Optimus Maximus. It’s cute how the “Combinatrons” are all doing different activities related to their actual characters! Gee has one more strip to be included in this archive, so keep an eye out for that.

[cutekittenlady]

Another Aerialbolt poll!

[eyefocusing]

might be a random question but do you have any neurodivergent headcanons for the aerialbots?

im not immune to hcing all of my faves as autistic....

ok but like in every superion bio theres mention of him tamping down/blocking out his components to become the cold, focused combiner that he is, and i feel like "supressing yourself so you can actually function" is just sooooo on the nose, yknow?

skydive obviously has a special interest in history and war strategy. helpful, when you're the strategist of the team. hes like, a genuine savant when it comes to flying, but he can easily get caught up infodumping abt the pilot who created the technique theyre trying to practice, instead of actually practicing. hes the kinda guy who has to make Everything about his special interest, but stays pretty quiet if he cant.

slingshot is SO classic Cant Regulate Emotions At All. he makes up for it by being a showoff and a compulsive liar. neither of these things make anyone like him much. he tends to have meltdowns with some frequency, which hasnt done much for his reputation either. his meltdowns are usually overwhelming for the other aerialbots too, so they end up scattering and leaving silverbolt to fix the situation.

many many feelings about fireflight autism bc he gets woobified a lot (i remember poking around the tf plotbunny lj a year or so ago and seeing a bunny from like 2008 abt him "suffering from autism" so hes at least always had That Vibe). hes just very observant. doesnt really have a lot to say! but not really a good listener either because he WILL start thinking abt that interesting rock poking out of the wall or that bird he saw while he was out earlier, and just completely misses whats being said to him. he and skydive are a good mix bc skydive can just talk and talk abt his jet fighter blorbos and fireflight can do fireflight things and theyre both fine with this. also think abt this ⬇️ kind of scenario a lot

hes also most likely to collect Weird Stuff. his whole personal shelf is full of bins of strange twigs or scrap metal or basically anything that catches his interest. hes a bit of a corvid tbh

if fireflight is the guy that everyone assumes is autistic, then air raid is absolutely the guy everyone assumes has adhd. his attention span doesnt exist, unless hes doing something he wants to do. hes the closest thing to an adrenaline junkie the team has. raid doesnt go off on his own the way fireflight does, but the odds of him actually following through on orders and plans are slim. he tends to run into walls and corners and doorways a lot (he and flighty both have spacial awareness issues, but fireflights are more obvious in alt mode, and air raids in bot mode).

silverbolt. has to manage all of them and himself. and its incredibly overwhelming. from the outside hes got the vibe that hes one bad incident away from shutting himself in a broom closet for the rest of the day to get away from it all. hes got a bad habit of getting stuck in his head, and his thoughts tend to doom spiral after awhile. but thats like half the reason the other aerialbots are so annoying at him, and he can uh. appreciate. their methods of getting him away from himself. most of the time. i like putting everyone in a planepile because i think bolt would like the feeling of the others weight on his wings. it makes him feel grounded

[kermittedfelony]

Don't Take Me Back

Don’t Take Me Back

Pairing: Ava Silva & Sister Beatrice (tf is her lastname?!).

Warnings: Blood, injury, trauma, coarse language

Word Count: 2291

This is my first ever fic without self-insert, so I struggled a bit with the tenses and POV's etc pls b kind <3. Enjoy xoxo

The OCS had gotten a call about a localised infestation of demons in a town in the Spanish countryside, not too far from the Cat’s Cradle. Mother Superion had sent out her best: Ava, Lillith (much to Ava’s regret), Beatrice (much to Ava’s delight), Mary and Camilla. As soon as the nuns and Ava arrived and she stepped out of the van, Ava could see wisps of red smoke everywhere, coming out of alleyways, doorways, and the various town squares. They knew this was gonna be a big effort to save the townspeople, while also preventing themselves from getting overwhelmed and injured. Bea efficiently altered the plan in order to accommodate the mass of possessions they would have to combat. They would free as many townspeople as possible from the outskirts and carefully work their way in. It was crucial that they avoided getting caught in one area with a large amount of possessed, because they would be overwhelmed in minutes. The gang moved their way into the first of the town squares, where a group of 10 men were preying on 2 women. The women were begging, confused as to why their neighbours were suddenly violent, not knowing that they were under the complete control of a being from Hell. Two men each was doable for the nuns. They thought they were far enough away from the other large groupings of demons to not draw their attention, however Lilith screaming as one of the men managed to land a slice on her thigh quickly brought them over. No demon could resist the attraction suffering brought.  

As possessed poured in from neighbouring streets, two men apiece turned into 3, to 5. Each of the nuns held their own until inevitably a demon got past their guard and made them stumble. As Ava looked around after banishing the demon in front of her, she saw her friends prone on the ground or shoved against walls, with the ominous red smoke encroaching on their mouths. Instinct took over, and Ava released a powerful blast of the Halo’s energy in order to decimate the demon population. The force threw her backward against a wall. She felt pain slice through her right shoulder, where a metallic rod was now protruding. Having hit her head, all she could do was stare at the metal and think that now would be a great time to make a shishkabob joke. Before she could,  the last of the Halo’s power drained, her legs gave out, and blackness took over.

***

Ava woke to soft sunlight tickling her eyelids. She felt very light and was sure that if she did not open her eyes, she could simply float away on the wind. How peaceful that would be. But also, lonely. And without Beatrice.

Bea.

The thought had her flicking her eyes open, squinting against the shaft of sunlight from a window high on the wall. She tracked her eyes across the room, searching for her girlfriend. Not spying her in the room, she instead noticed that it looked unfamiliar; clean, but not in a regular way, but the type of clean you only saw in medical environments. The clean that permeated the air in a strong scent, the smell of disinfectant. Pristine white sheets were tucked underneath her chin, the rough material chafing slightly.

It was just the way that Sister Frances did it, even though Ava repeatedly asked her to move the sheets away from her chin. The sadistic ‘nun’ relished in Ava’s vulnerability.

Medical room. White sheets. Single bed.

Sister Frances.

Panic surged through Ava’s body like water filling in a hole. She instantly went to kick the covers off, however her legs did not respond to her. She tried and strained, but they were not her own, nor under her command. They seemed to lay there, indifferent to Ava’s plight, heavy and useless.

Reacting quickly, Ava went to move her right arm, however agony shot through her shoulder, and she cried out in pain. She looked down, only to see red blooming across a white bandage. White walls, white sheets, white bandages. Completely drained of colour, void of life, just like her room at the orphanage. She needed to get out of this room, and fast, before Sister Frances comes back with more taunting remarks. She knows that if she gets out, the main gate to the orphanage is not far. She could make it.

Using her only available and useful asset, Ava shucks the covers off with her left hand, and flips herself off the bed, landing face-first on the cold stone. The fall was high enough that she heard a splintering crack coming from her nose. However, with the adrenaline coursing through her body, she hardly noticed the pain, nor the blood rushing down her face. The adrenaline was strong enough that she was able to use both hands to haul herself forward on the ground, therefore instigating blood to pulse out from under the bandage on her shoulder.

It only lasted so long, and the horrifying pain from being impaled spreads like lightning from her shoulder to the tips of her fingers and down the centre of her torso.

Groans and whimpers force their way from her lips, tears beginning to fall from her face due to desperation and agony. She can hardly breathe from the all-consuming fear running through her body, constricting her to hyperventilation.

She cannot be back to where she was, before the halo. It cannot be fake. She knows that if she stops, she will never leave this place. And to Ava, that is the same as condemning herself to never-ending torture. She has to just get to Bea.

She will save her.

The love she felt for her was impossible to fake, to imagine.

Right?

The realisation that this might actually be her reality, and not the fantasised world wherein nuns wield m16’s like rosemary beads, hit her harder than before. Tears streaming down her face, she cries out again, desperate for hope of another world.

Sunsets, hot showers, chocolate from the box.

A person who loves her unconditionally, sees her faults and failures and only acknowledges them as beautiful, stunning things.

The pain beginning to overwhelm her, Ava rests her head on the stone floor. She only managed to crawl a mere 2 metres from her prison. Sister Frances would remark that at least she is consistent with how disappointing she is.

The coolness of the stone seeping into her forehead allows her to calm down enough to hear rushing footsteps over the thumping of her heart, coming directly for her room.

The panic returns full force: this must be sister Frances coming to abuse and degrade her into submission once more. Ava refuses to give in to the prospect of such an event and reaches her hand out once more to pull herself forward.

----=Beatrice pov=----

Coming back from a walk to stretch her legs, Bea heard cries coming from the infirmary where Ava was situated. She instantly broke out into a run and slammed the door open. What she saw broke her heart: Ava, prone on the ground, desperately pulling herself forward. Her fingernails were cracked and there was blood streaming down her face from a newly broken nose. The wound on her shoulder had opened up as well, which, in combination with the broken nose, resulted in a trail of blood behind the broken girl. Bea rushed towards Ava, who seemingly, from the door slamming open, had doubled her efforts to get herself away from the bed.

Interspersed with sobs, she screams out, “No! I won’t let you take me back to that bed! Please I am begging you, leave me alone, please!”

Grabbing onto her shoulders, Beatrice attempts to halt her crawling, “Ava, stop!”

Pushing the hands off, Ava digs her nails into the stone and drags herself forwards another 30 centimetres, “No, I don’t belong there!”

“Ava you are hurting yourself!”

Ava was bawling her eyes out, desperately hitting Bea’s hands that were on her shoulders.

“Go away! Go, get away from me, please! I am begging you, don’t hurt me again Sister, please Sister Frances please!”

At that, Beatrice pauses, and then it clicks; the white, crisp linens. Disinfectant in the air. Stuffy room. Walls covered in crucifixes.

Ava must think she’s back at the orphanage, where she was paralysed and abused by those meant to help her. As if it were possible, Bea’s heart crumbles further and tears start to prick at her eyes; Ava is clearly in so much distress that she can’t even recognise her lover’s voice.  It’s clear to Beatrice that all Ava knows is that if she goes back into that bed, she will never leave.

Bea takes a breath to re-centre herself. If she forces Ava back into the bed, she knows that something inside her love will break, but she also can’t let her continue to crawl on the floor and hurt herself. She has to get Ava back to the present.

“Ava, darling- “

“NO, I won’t go back, I won’t!”

“Please Hun just listen to me; it’s Bea, Beatrice. Your girlfriend. You’re in the- “

Ava interrupts again, “You can’t convince me, I know you’re lying Frances!”

“Ava you are not there anymore. You’re in the convent, in the infirmary. Ava you are safe here, with me. I will never let that demon hurt you again, I swear it.”

Ava has stopped trying to crawl forward and is just sobbing on the floor, her breaths still coming hard and fast. Bea takes Ava’s bloodied hands into her own and rubs soothing circles on the back, away from the bleeding fingernails. She’s not healing, so the halo must still be drained.

“Ava, I need to slow your breathing, you’re not in your right mind. You are safe, you are with me, Beatrice.”

It has little to no affect. Bea senses she needs to get Ava to look at her face, into her eyes, in order to bring her back to reality.

“Ava, darling, I’m going to turn you over now, okay? I need you to look into my eyes Hun.”

With no opposition from her girlfriend, Bea gently fits her hands under Ava’s armpits and begins to flip her over. The whimpers Ava lets out hurt her in more ways than one. Once she is on her back, fresh blood pulses from the wound in Ava’s nose, and Bea quickly grabs a rag from a neighbouring bed to wipe the blood off of Ava’s face. Ava flinches when the rag touches her face, used to Sister Frances’ careless and rough ministrations.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Ava. It’s me, Beatrice.”

Ava refuses to look at her face, instead training her eyes on some corner of the room, clearly not present at all in the situation. Bea gently brings her hand to Ava’s face and guides it in her direction

“Ava please, just look at me. I’m here, Beatrice is right here.”

Finally, Ava locks eyes with Bea, “You’re safe, you’re not at that place anymore. I won’t let you go back there; I’m going to protect you, I promise.”

Ava’s breath hitches, halting the hard and fast breaths of before. Her eyes flick up to Bea’s. Bea can see the darkness in her lover’s eyes slowly recede as she takes in the impossible amount of love and adoration held in her chestnut brown eyes, aimed directly at Ava.

Ava moves her eyes around the room, remembering where she is, “Bea?”

Bea let a smile of relief take over her face, “Yeah, It’s me. Hey Hun.”

Ava let out a deep exhale as more tears flow from her eyes in relief, “I thought I was back there; I really did. All I could see was the walls of my room at the orphanage, and I couldn’t move.”

“I know, Hun.”

“Please don’t ever let me go back there, ever again.”

Before she could even finish her sentence, Bea cut in, “I won’t. I swear it. you will never, ever go back to that place.”

Ava goes to wrap her arms around Bea’s neck, before crying out in pain- her shoulder injury.

“Ah, fuck.”

“Language,” comes the quick response.

“Seriously? I think I’ve earned my right this time,” Ava replies.

A small smile graces Bea’s face and fuck, what Ava would do to keep that girl smiling forever.

“Let’s get you off the ground, hm?”

Ava nods in agreement, and let’s Bea pull her up to her feet. Forgetting her temporary paralysis, she goes to put weight on her leg. She is quick to collapse, however Bea has the reflexes of a warrior nun and easily catches her before she hits the ground. Again.

“I got you. I got you.”

“I think I might need some help in the walking department… Halo’s still drained. Stupid thing.”

With a small smirk on her face, that Ava has now recognised as when she makes Bea laughs and Bea does NOT want to laugh, “don’t call a gift from God stupid, Ava.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

Bea chuckles and asks, “You want some help walking or not?”

“Yes. Yes. Sorry. Love god, all that good stuff. Please don’t leave me as a heap on the ground.”

Bea smiles harder and scoops Ava up, bridal style, “I would never.”

As she’s lifted into the air as easily as if she weighed as much as a feather, Ava can’t help but whisper under her breath, “So. Goddamn. Hot.”

As smug as a nun could be, Bea struts out of the room and heads in the direction of their shared bedroom, intent on not leaving Ava’s side for the foreseeable future.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this one! I was desperate to contribute to the fandom, especially with a hurt/comfort fic like this. I truly hope whoever reads it finds comfort in it, just as I do. Oh, to have someone love me as much as Bea loves Ava. We will find it one day readers, I am sure of it.

[decoy-sammy]

I love this post.

thesus's combiner: how many combiner components can you replace before it becomes a completely different combiner

[pan-de-queer]

warrior nun ep 7 live blog

IT'S THE WEEKENDDDDDDD (I say as if work hasn't turned my brain to soup :))))

goddamn two deaths in so short a time :((((

CAMILA I'M SCARED TOO 😭

MARY'S BELIEF IN AVAAAA

HOW can a person's face look annoying (reject nuns be looking punchable)

AVA WHYYY ARE U THEREEEEE baby's intimidation skills be like 🥺✊️

WHY JILLIAN OF ALL PEOPLE????

oohhhhh beaaa :((( I like how mother superion explains the reject nuns even if I find her annoying atm (I expect from gifs that I'll find her less annoying as time goes on but WHEN is that TIME) THAT BITCH IS A FUCKING CHEAAATTTT

"call me Jesus cause I'm coming back" 💀😭 ava u dumbass I love u

ooohhhh burn avaaaa

beaaa noooo the way Bea says "mother" from her CHEST tf she is BABY auw

oooooohhhhhhhhh FUCK ava NOOOOO

what is Kristian even GETTING out of this!!!

OOOHHH THIS THE MICHAEL BITCH Y'ALL FUCKING ON ABOUT?????

alskslALSJKSJKLSKJLSKSJKS classic weapon scene. gotta love it

camilaaaaa :((((( baby's like "mom don't leave me 🥺"

wooowwww bea u sentimental bitch

MARRRYYYYYY ooohhhh Mary's been there the longest? INCHresting 🤔

I love the way they do dialogue!!!! my lil film bitch is vIBRATING

ooohhh Mary gonna make mother superion cry OOOFDT

LMFAAAOOOOOOO