#tramsform

[fourphoenixfeathers]

I'm back with more Shattered Glass animated!

Optimus 101 was stripped of his name and title and subjected to empurata as punishment for the events on Archa 7. He was put on a space bridge repair crew to make some use of him, and though he is technically the lowest rank of everyone there, the repair crew informally see him as their leader because of his skills he learned at the academy.

He's generally quiet and withdrawn, though not for lack of eloquence. His crew counts it as a treat to hear him talk, as he has quite a way with words... he doesn't seem to think so. After all, words didn't make a difference when he needed them the most.

101 knows the Autobot code by heart and can parrot any propaganda on a dime, but anyone who knows him can tell his spark's not in it. He's very bitter over what the Autobots did to him, and he only plays the part of loyal soldier to avoid further repercussions. He's seen what happens to empuratees who didn't learn their lesson the first time.

Also, things are different for 101 and Blackarachnia. Not only was Blackarachnia taken in by the Decepticons, she was accepted and supported in a way that was never true for the autobots. As she began to untangle the autobot programming, she started to fear for the friends she left behind... and seeing Optimus again after all that time to find it worse than she feared, she added herself to the list of Decepticons trying to (very obviously) recruit the misfit space bridge crew.

Sentinel is the same bitch as always, just with more war crimes on his list.

[giantenemyrobot]

I CANT STOP THINKING I canNOT stop thinking about how D-16 and Orion's transitions into Megatron and Optimus are LITERALLY TOLD THROUGH THE WAY THEY CHANGE SHAPE THROUGH THE FILM !! Me when the transformers transform

No spoilers, I had all these thoughts before I saw it and had only watched the first trailer but I'm putting it under a cut anyway for people who don't want to see anything period

At the beginning D-16 and Orion have lots of similar shapes, most notably (to me) their rounded shoulders and the forehead bit of their helms. Orion's crest is even above the band which is so different because Optimus always has the crest right on his brow.

Then yk enter Act 2, they get their t cogs. It's a transition phase and their shapes show this as they start to differ from each other. Their helms no longer match like before, Orion's crest is on his brow and D-16 now has the start of that classic Megatron corner thing. Orion has kept all of his shape language, his round helm, his boxy chest, while D-16 has become more angular, the rounded front of his chest becoming all sharp edges and his helm in this halfway state with curves and angles. The only thing he keeps that's still similar to Orion really is the shoulders and some helm shapes. D-16 also now has hints of red and his helm (and hands?) is no longer a different color than the rest of him like Orion.

World's worst screenshots sorry

And THEN the changes previously mentioned are pressed even further as they become the final products we've been building to. Megatron has lost every similar shape to Orion, and is almost completely unrecognizable as D-16, but Optimus is still clearly Orion Pax, he never changed he just grew and it makes me SICK!!

TWISTED AND EVIL I HOPE EVERYONE WHO WORKED ON THIS LIVES LONG HAPPY LIVES.

[pizza-skeleton]

Ok pepaw

Comparison

[destinysquared]

Drawing I've made for witchyselfships of Transformers Earthspark Megatron. Ty again!

Also here’s a bonus earthspark megs that wasn’t a commission cause hey--he’s cute!

Commission Prices/Info Here

[cutekittenlady]

I'm fascinated by the idea of knockout and breakdown having to alter their interpersonal dynamic once the war ends, they're no longer decepticons, and they're living in a degree relative comfort and safety.

Like I don't mean they feel differently about each just that, after being in the war for so long they developed certain habits of behavior that benefitted them when they had to navigate the decepticon ranks and politics alongside war time threats.

Like Knockout continuing taking the lead on various everyday decisions and as a result unintentionally limiting breakdowns involvement. He's not trying to talk over him but he's just so used to having to make snap decisions for the both of them and being responsible for making the big decisions that determined their safety and comfort during the war.

Stuff like that. Could be interesting to see them notice and navigate these issues and working through them.

[tuftyskin]

inspired by Makeover story

Was reading a story on here by Octuscle titled "makeover" in which office boi Mortimer is transformed into a totally inked up skinhead. after starting out with a couple of lip piercings. Made me horny so created couple more pics based on similar theme

Any tops fancy doing something similar to me for real plz get in touch

[litaviee]

Quick posing and shooting ^_^ 📸

[3m0n3rd]

saw the new transformers movie… me when women are strong and dominant and mean

[curemoonlightsworld]

[pocoslip]

So Happy to see Grimlock still Towers over Optimus Prime, including his New Commander Class Figure

(I still wish Studio Series 86 Grimlock has Red Eyes instead of Blue)

[avissapiens]

Jockbull Summer Week 1 (12/11/23-18/11/23) - Set C

1

My diet on this cut is already so much protein. Between 160-200 g most days. Removing carbs and sugar will be an undertaking tho. But a necessary one. I recall last year when i was in such a heavy deficit with no carbs at all. That was not ideal for my mental health. Hopefully this is slightly healthier.

2.

Only did this once to start. Sat by my door to let the fresh air in. I’ve been meditating since I was 10. Not consistently, but I've got the techniques down. Simplest method is counting down from 100. Once you reach 0 you start again from 30. It creates an excellent mental silence as you sit there and just breathe. In doing so you can let your mind flow naturally to what it wants. For me it wanted to envision different ways and strategies of accomplishing all the goals in this JBS set. I would like to get this one to be a daily ritual. It’s very blissful.

3.

This is a task where i know ultimately how it’s gonna develop. One of my favorite tactics for ramping up intensity in the gym has always been super prolonged periods of edging. Not just days but weeks and months without cumming. Constantly stroking. It gets you to some dark, deep places. And every time I pull myself out I always bring along some stuff permanently. The longest I’ve gone is 60 days straight. I think maybe this summer might be a chance to push that record.

4.

God I really hope I can manage this one. There are so many fun Avis Abstractions in my head that I wanna get to you all. We will reassess in a week.

5.

Not fully constructed yet. I want to take inspo from scand who’s routine list is extensive and exhaustive. I’ve made a lot of massive strides in the last year however in terms of building a routine from nothing. Mostly in terms of skin care and hair stuff, but also in terms of certain night time activities like crunches or forearm exercises. Its time i just level it up. Maybe not to the point of incel looksmaxxing but I definitely think there is so much more attractiveness to be cultivated in me and I just need to work harder to find it.

[cybertron-after-dark]

TFP- Pet Names

Bots and cons, both what they'd call you and what they'd love it if you called them

Gender neutral reader, reader is human but I can do one of these for cybertronian reader too down the line.

If I missed someone you really wanted to see, feel free to ask for them!

Optimus

Calls you: My beloved, my love, my other half. A lot of old fashioned, sweet, sappy nicknames bc he's a sappy old man.

Call him: Sugar, sweetie, honey, baby. Overly saccharine titles just make him blush like nothing else. Even if they're a little silly, they just make him feel so loved.

Ratchet

Calls you: Dear, love, my better half, though more often than not he calls you by your name. He likes how it sounds.

Call him: one would think he despises nicknames from his reaction to wheeljack calling him doc and sunshine, but it's quite the opposite; nicknames are a very special thing to him, but you have to earn the right to call him by them, or it feels overly familiar and that infuriates him. Once you've been together for awhile, if you call him "my love," his spark will soar.

Bulkhead

Calls you: Baby, cutie, honey, lovebug, lovebunny, sweetspark. You're the cutest thing in the world to him and he wants you to know that.

Call him: stud, handsome, or big guy are all great ones if you're looking to fluster him. That said, if you call him muffin or sweet thing, he might actually cry a little because it makes him way too happy.

Bumblebee

Calls you: Babe, hot stuff, cutie pie, babydoll, beautiful, gorgeous, boo. He needs you to know you're too dang pretty!

Call him: honey, honeybee, sweetheart, sweetspark. He's a total sucker for the cheesy stuff.

Arcee

Calls you: babe, dork, partner. That last one means a LOT to her. If she calls you her partner it means she's totally opened up to you, and you're too important to her to lose.

Call her: babe, but only call her partner if she calls you that first. It's not a title to be taken lightly in her eyes.

Wheeljack

Calls you: hottie, hot stuff, sexy, dollface, sunshine, babe, wild thing, he's got a whole arsenal of nicknames, some more annoying than others.

Call him: studmuffin, sexy, big boy, crazy, daddy. Real talk, he loves hearing whatever cursed, over the top bullshit you come up with. The dumber the better, he loves when you can make him laugh.

Megatron

Calls you: human, more often than not. Pet is the best you're getting.

Call him: you're going to call him Lord Megatron, or Master. Anything else is unacceptable, even for his partner.

Starscream

Calls you: Fleshy, pet, wretched organic, gremlin, creature... And, when he's sure nobody's listening, very rarely, he'll call you beloved or my spark.

Call him: master, sir, lord starscream, my heart, my spark. He likes to feel important to you, and he REALLY likes to feel respected and powerful.

Soundwave

Calls you: ... Well he doesn't usually call you much of anything given he doesn't talk, but sometimes he'll use soundbytes of cutesy pet names from old human romance movies that he totally does not watch, shut up.

Call him: he'll honestly appreciate any nickname you give him (though you won't catch him showing it), but things like beautiful, gorgeous, or pretty boy will get him to blush under that screen. Especially if you've seen him with the mask off and still insist he looks good.

Shockwave

Calls you: your name. He feels no need to make up overly saccharine terms of endearment. You are his and he is yours, you both know you love each other, so why bother with such performative trivialities? If you tell him you just like hearing the affirmation every now and then, he won't fully get it, but he will settle on calling you trinket, because you are very small and you fascinate him.

Call him: You're not gonna get a reaction out of him no matter what you call him, but he considers the terms love, dear, or my heart to be acceptable.

Knockout

Calls you: darling, doll, dollface, honey, baby, lover, cutie, sweetspark, lapin, little thing, ma chèrie, mon amour, itty bit, and those are just the usual names.

Call him: gorgeous, pretty boy, hottie, honey, baby, all of it gets him a little flustered, but he REALLY loves whenever you call him speedy. He loves looking pretty and driving fast, and only one of those gets acknowledged all that often.

Breakdown

Calls you: Baby, tiny, lovebug, snugglebunny, sweet thing, honey, gorgeous, pretty little thing, sweetspark, cuddlebear. He can get pretty cutesy with it, he's not ashamed to admit how much he loves you.

Call him: big guy, sexy, big boy, good boy, darling, sweetspark. He likes when you remind him how big and strong he is, but he also likes hearing you get sweet on him.

[thefakebeeextinction]

TRANSFORMERS ONE SPOILERS AHEAD!

Chapter: 1/3

Word count: 2,013

Short summary: Megatron [D-16] got Onyx Prime's T-cog and I was left thinking: But who then got his T-cog? After my friend also pointed it out I decided to let it all free and complete the story I've been building up in my head. Welcome to a world where Wheeljack will get Megatron's T-cog and it'll have its consequences, bigger than anyone would've expected.

Ao3 Link: Click

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“Hello, please tell me your serial number.” 

"W–E550, it’s–”

“You’re here to ask if your T-cog has been found, correct?” The optics of a mech before him finally raised, looking into his own orange ones making his intake instantly dry. 

“I– Yes, precisely.” A few datapads upon colliding made a clank sound on the desk. Something clicked and was shortly followed by another set of clicks, this time softer. 

It took exactly seven cycles before the mech with slightly scratched paint spoke to him again. 

“I’m sorry to inform you about it, but your T-cog still hasn’t been found.” Wheeljack gulped, his glossa suddenly having an unpleasant texture. He let it wander over his denta for a bit before replying. 

“Maybe– Maybe try looking again?” He tried, moving his arm closer to the window that was separating the two bots. “It’s W–E550, mistakes happen all the time, I get it, so if you could–”

“Sir, I’ll be honest with you, you’ve been here already at least ten times.” He stopped, letting the silence drag. 

Nervousness got the better of him, making him look frantically around. A long line of other bots waiting for their chance to approach a window was behind him, making the doors at his back unwillingly flutter. 

He slowly turned back to the mech. 

“Can… Can you still check?” He adjusted his hands, something feeling simply wrong in the way they were lying on the cold metal surface. 

“...Sir,”

“Please…?” 

Nothing for a moment. Some bot that must’ve been even further away from him coughed gathering the attention of many, their interest quickly being lost. 

A deep vent was heard in front of him before another set of clicking began. He waited another ten cycles in deafening silence to be informed that there wasn’t any T–cog registered with a serial number such as his. 

★

“Hard day, huh?” 

Wheeljack whipped his helm around, disorientation flowing through his processor. The fact that said words were addressed to him seemed to be received only when the mech sitting next to him smiled knowingly. 

“Coming back from the pit's gates, aren’t you?” 

It took him a while to register the meaning behind words. Only spoken jokingly and heard by pure chance between other workers in the mines. The mess left by Sentinel… Prime having its consequences backfire on them, civilians. 

“Yes,” His arms wandered to finally put the pressure on his tibulens, the pressure and position being oddly comforting. “Yes.” He finished, lacking any other words to say. 

The other bot must’ve found his reaction funny, although Wheeljack couldn’t bring himself to find joy in it. He didn’t think there was supposed to be any in the first place. 

“Cheer up, I’ve heard it takes months to get even the tiniest thing done in this place.” 

“...Month?” He let his body startle, posture filled with uncertainty and a tint of building-up dread. 

“Month s ! You forgot about the s!” Another laugh. 

Wheeljack couldn’t see any reason for such an emotion taking its place. 

His pede bounced nervously, letting the hollow sound of metal hitting metal echo in the mostly busy train. 

“My T-cog got demolished, y’know.”

“What?” He turned abruptly. 

His newfound interlocutor didn’t call out the rudity of his reaction. The other bots that also were sitting there with them were few and far from them to hear anything. Wheeljack being left with an unknown who just told him his life could as well be treated as wasted. 

“Yeah! I was like you, standing in the line with a smile on my face, by the way, these people who work there need some kind of positivity in their lives, can’t imagine sitting all day behind a desk and only clicking! And you know, I’m not an impolite mech, quite the opposite actually. So when they asked me for my serial number and after cycles and cycles replied with ‘Oh, we’re sorry! Your T-cog was actually the one that got demolished!’ I said thank you and left, ha!” The energy with which the mech was telling his story didn’t match the message it carried. 

It flew over Wheeljack’s processor a few times, the words still feeling alien to him the more he repeated it. 

The following silence was horrendous like every other he had to endure during the past few solar cycles. 

“You’re still waiting, right?” 

“Waiting?” In his distress, he turned his helm around while inside his spark ached for the conversation to end. 

“For any kind of information about your T-cog, are you?” 

His fingers proved to be a good distraction from the situation he was put in. Them hitting on his knuckles while he silently counted the numbers, solving some equations to busy himself with something. 

“Yeah, sure.” He finally replied, licking afterward his dry lower derma. 

“There’s still hope then!” This time he didn’t look up to face the other. 

“Don’t be so down, I’m telling the truth!” An irk was born which he successfully suppressed. Nervous tapping being followed by it increased together with the numbers he started to add. 

“No, I’m serious!” The bot sitting beside him moved, getting closer but not enough to invade his personal space. “They take much shorter to sort through the T-cogs that were dismantled, the femme that was serving me said so herself!” 

Wheeljack raised an unbelieving optical ridge, hoping the other would get the message he wasn’t any more interested in the conversation. He wasn’t in the first place but it was improper to voice that thought out loud. 

“She said she’ll write my number on the waiting list, so there’s still a chance I’ll maybe get my dream of riding on the streets.” A short laugh, different from the others that were heard during all this one-sided conversation. 

“And if not–” 

“And if not then what?” 

“Huh?” The mech let out a stifled surprise at Wheeljack’s sudden interest. 

“You– And if not then what?” 

The response wasn’t given immediately. Both miners on the cushions that never were pleasant to sit on. The voice of an unnaturally speaking mech spoken through the speaker before the doors closed. Everyone who wanted to leave the train left, leaving only them two waiting for the train to arrive at the last two stations. 

“I suppose I’ll have to move around like I usually did, on my pedes.” The other bot hummed as if giving such an answer was a justification for why he was delaying saying it. 

“And your dreams? You said so yourself, what about them?” Any kind of personal culture was left somewhere in the middle of their encounter. “What about riding, what about– Following the flow of the streets, are you going to just let it all go?” 

“You’re really poetical when you finally talk, has anyone ever said that to you?” The lack of response was everything the stranger had to know. Either way, he still let out a small snort. 

“I suppose,” The bot’s right servo moved around in the air for a bit before he spoke. “I’ll have to see.” 

“The frag’s here to see?” It went unsaid how Wheeljack’s vent was heard heavily ventilating. 

“Well, Sentinel’s not in command anymore. And this Optimus guy was apparently a miner himself,” The slight stop in Wheeljack’s movement was left unnoticed. “Word goes by that he’s trying to find a method of developing a functional T-cog laboratory,” He put one of his pedes on the seat they were taking. “So it’s not like I have much of a choice in this matter, I’ll just have to wait and see what’s going to happen next. It’s better than sitting and fuming over something that’s out of our new Prime’s control.” The bot gave him a slight smile, finishing his sentence. 

Wheeljack didn’t have a reply to that, not even willing to engage any further. 

He was left alone, soft humming of the other, putting his busy engines to a stop when a certain note was hit that made his processor follow it internally. He stopped it immediately after catching onto his actions, coming back with his thoughts to the more important matter. 

“It’s unfair.” He said. 

The stranger hummed. 

“We were treated unfairly,” A gulp, a stop for it to be soon continued. “Sentinel Prime made out of us his unconditional believers.” 

Wheeljack agreed with him but couldn’t bring himself to voice it out. Hearing it hurt as much as it did the first time. He dared to be the one to say it ached stronger and stronger the more it was repeated. 

“I don’t think I can bring myself to care about it, you know?” 

The robotic voice spoke again, informing them they were closer to their next station. 

“I mean, yeah! I am mad, man, furious even! But it’s not like I don’t have more important matters to worry about.” The bot let out a deep vent, changing for the nth time the position he was sitting in. His chin now resting on the inner side of his servo. “First there’s the matter of free time, I’ve never got so much of it and honestly I don’t know what to do with myself! I’m trying to pick up a few hobbies to keep myself busy but working previously for twenty mega-cycles without a break does things to your processor.” An ugly snort was let out, a humorless laugh at the absurdity of the conditions they were not so long ago forced to work in. Wheeljack doesn’t think they would bat an optic on them though if it wasn’t for the new Prime to tell them the ugly truth Sentinel was hiding. 

He closed his servos tighter, the digits digging in and giving the unnervingly comforting feeling of being present. 

“Then there’s my– Our job. They gave us an actual pay for that, can you imagine? Not just a few shanix, an actual pay! I don’t even know what to do with so much money and I’m sure I’m not the only one!” The joyous smile was speaking volumes, the mech’s next word following such a pattern. “There’s so much more I’m not bringing up right now because, to be honest, I forgot about it.” 

“But there’s just so much to think of I can do since we started being treated equally.” The mech faced him, nothing that was shown on his faceplates was forced. 

It felt surreal for Wheeljack to not think of what Sentinel did to them though. 

They were slaves in the shackles they wore willingly, foolishly believing in every word spoken through these golden lips of Sentinel’s. They were spewing lies.

But then all of them believed such lies to be the light of hope that could reunite them and bring them back to the surface. A utopian place where their predecessors lived. 

Where other Primes ruled before a betrayal left them reduced to memory and dust. 

“It’s unfair,” Wheeljack repeated. 

None of them declined his words, his persistence being the only one who screamed they were treated unfairly. They didn’t deserve it, none of it. 

None of the stress so many were going through, searching for this one part that’ll make them whole. 

“I’m Smokescreen, by the way.” Was what broke the silence.

Wheeljack didn’t respond. He didn’t nod, just sat there. 

His pede’s stopping at some point its movement, the tapping being less consistent. 

“Wheeljack.” He acknowledged the newly known Smokescreen at the last minute when the other was leaving the train. 

He ignored the baffled look pretending not to notice it, watching after the doors how they closed. Through the glass, an enthusiastic wave was sent his way. 

This he also ignored. 

“Tomorrow’s there’s also a day,” He muttered while hearing that they arrived at the final station. “And the day after,” Softly, he pushed the button that opened the train’s door and took a step outside. 

The air was cold, his quarter he shared with many to be seen in the distance. 

“And I’ll wait.” And see. There was no other possibility, his T-cog must be somewhere out there. 

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Author's notice: It's not strictly my AU related but I was craving to write it and decided... Might as well share it in a place where I have dedicated to Transformers. To the few who read it, I hope you enjoyed it! Any kind of feedback is dearly appreciated, hope you're having an amazing day to everyone who got so far!

[hilli98215]

Watching Transformers Prime for the first time and within the first 5 minutes a character dies... what!?!

@tending-the-hearth have you watched this before?

[space-payacho]

a lost light liason with makima vibes would be a mess

[hannah-louise-97]

When I tell you I almost SCREAMED in the cinema when I saw THIS! 🤭😍