#transformers DJD

[startheskelaton]

“Who is the little girl, who lives in the Peaceful Tyranny?”

“I’m Sparkplug! I’m six, I sit in the captain’s chair”

[venomizeddarkin]

Because of Tarn's thicc thighs, snatched waist and big chest, he is meant to be posed sexually.

If your Tarn isn't posed like Nicki Minaj in Anaconda, you are in fact doing it wrong.

[lemonomelette]

trying a new quick rendering method, how does it look?

[pumkin-patchwork]

saw this pic and had to redraw it as the DJD

alt version + nickel doodles bc I felt bad that she got left out:

edit: lmao how did I not think of this

[nyr0mn1ac]

Tarn: NICKEL STOP, That's one of a KIND! The company that manufactured them stopped producing them MILLIONS of years ago!

[xxxsilverstrikexxx]

Has anyone else seen this tiktok 💀 curtesy of krazymage

[emperor-kumquat]

My Bluesky here is a great starting point for those who aren't familiar with Transformers: Mercy (massive ambitious TFP story game project with HUNDREDS of artwork). But I think I'll also drop posts from there over here. I really like them! These are fun to do

[fkkr109]

[titanva]

I'm a huge Transformers fan, always have been. This is one of the many scenes from the comics I've always wanted to dub/edit together and I figured I'd share it here! Hope you guys enjoy :D

[neonre86]

Ratchet saw right through Drift in regards to the DJD. The moment when Drift drops his facade to Ratchet here was the exact moment that started to ship em.

[startheskelaton]

While trying to get back to earth, the Decepticon justice division finds and captures Sparkplug and Soundblaster. While on the ship, Tarn goes ahead and remodels Spark into a smaller version of Megatron, pushing her closer to the edge.

While this happens, Soundwave breaks off from the larger group in order to cover more ground. He takes Rumble and frenzy with him as back up and leaves Ravage and lazerbeak with Megatron.

When two paths cross, hope comes back to our heroes. Spark is able to reunite with a small part of her family and Soundblater is promised a home back on earth. If only it was so easy.

In a final attempt to fully break Sparkplug, Tarn takes his full strength out on Soundwave, overpowering the bot who had to hold back as to not hurt his sparklings. As she watches her father figure be torn in two, something snaps in Sparkplug, the same thing that snapped in Megatron all those years ago. A power and rage that could have been from Megatron himself overcomes the young bot and pushes her to kill tarn in cold blood.

Now as the new leader of the DJD, Sparkplug takes on her father’s name and plots a corse for Cybertron, on a mission to get back at the powers that ruined her life. However she’s still just a girl, and shares her grief with her siblings, knowing there’s no coming back from this

[transformersxreader]

(WIP!) (MTMTE)DJD x (Y/n)

I’ve been catching up on reading transformers more than meets the eye comics, and did a quick animatic, I really wanna clean this one up

[energons]

nickel design i forgot to post

[nix-art-0-0]

Art work I did for my GF🩷

Also my first time I have drawn vos and kaon

[ajwrks]

—Time Off

DJD x gn! human reader

when the DJD decide to take a break from their hectic lives running to capture off putting decepticons and settle down at a lounge, nestled quietly within the corner of the planet they’ve landed on— a place of solace. of course, the readers presence there draws them in. 

this was so much fun to write omg

characters included: tarn, helex, & tesarus | word count: 1.4k

TARN

tarn is a very well respected figure amongst the many regulars who come into the lounge, in this sanctuary of warmth, settled outside away from the bustling city that’s notable for its inclusive status— especially for the many species in the universe. 

naturally, tarn has his own designated space for him and only him as he sits calmly with his strong stature, man spreading with his helm cradled in the palm of his servo. as uninterested as he appeared to be, he was very much entertained. the smooth melodies blending seamlessly with the low murmur of conversation— although, his optics were very, specifically trained on a certain individual that piqued his interest. 

you on the other hand, couldn’t shake the feeling of someone intently watching you. every moment you could get, you were turning your head to peer right back at the large mech isolated from the rest, and someone like you? you weren’t afraid to back down from anything, despite how intimidating he may have looked… 

downing your glass with the remaining liquid, you slither your way through the crowds of people just to get to him. the closer you got, the more you could take in his appearance. his face was partially obscured by a mask and burning eyes that exuded a chilling sense of authority. he straightened almost immediately at your approaching figure. 

“i was wondering when you’d come,” his words roll off his glossa in a way that almost seems jesting. “why don’t you sit?” he gestures towards the painfully vacant lounge chair adjacent to him and the smaller looking table. you say nothing but display a sly grin as you get yourself comfortable. 

“how could i not come?” you quip, studying the movements of his digits shuffling through playing cards. tarn hums questioningly at your remark. 

“and why do you say that?” tarn smiled through his words. It may have not been apparent to the visible eye, but you could definitely hear it. 

“because it seems like you have a staring problem,” you scoffed, unamused. unresponsive, tarn deals out a couple of cards to you before those same ruby optics glance at your face once more. 

“perhaps i do,” a gravelly chuckle slips from the mouth slit of his mask. “i hope you know how to play?” he then asks. you give a firm nod of your head as you lean in. 

“what’s your name?” you inquired, voice barely above a whisper due to how close in proximity you two were. 

“If you choose to stay for a while, only then, i’ll tell you.” 

HELEX

helex wanted no part of a mixed array of spirits lingering in the lounge. he tried, but to no avail he didn’t last long in a setting such as that one. 

casually leaning on the stone wall, a little distance away from the entrance doors. the air was brisk, a cool breeze tugging on the edges of his plating. helex didn’t mind the chill, in fact he was almost thankful for it. 

he was told by tarn to relish this moment, for it was one of the very few times he’ll get a chance to experience pleasures by himself or simply have fun. helex grumbled upon the resurfacing thought, his helm lulling backwards onto the sturdy wall behind him. all four of his arms crossing over his frame. 

the abrupt noise of doors bursting open stirred him as he snapped his helm to the sound of origin. you emerge from the busy building, huffing out heavy breaths as your shoulders sagged. muttering a curse as you look off into the empty streets— besides the small amount of people currently out at this hour. 

helex remained silent as he carefully watched you, watching as you calmed yourself in the dead of night. 

“what could possibly be wrong with a little thing like you?” helex finally speaks. you jolt into high alert, a cold shiver racing down your spine as your eyes settle on his monstrous frame. he was towering and easily intimidating at first glance. he was heavily built and especially bulky. did you forget to mention he had four arms? his glinting smelting chamber stared right back at you, swallowing harshly you reluctantly meet his piercing gaze. helex’s expression was unwavering. 

“i just needed some air. that’s all,” you settle on that, never once peeling your line of sight away from his, something crawling at the back of your head told you not to. his optics rake over your entire face, mumbling something you couldn’t quite catch. 

“somethings tellin’ me you aren’t giving me the truth,” he breathes out, removing his body weight from up off the wall. you look away, unease settling in the pit of your stomach. truth was, you fell victim to your friends’ constant nagging of getting you to tag along. the amount of people was just… a bit overwhelming. 

“just a bit overwhelmed—” you pause, taking notice of how close he was than before. 

“you want to go do something else?” he says absentmindedly, using his digit to pick in between his denta. 

“i’m sorry?” you looked at him, bemused.

“i said, do you want to go do something else with me? since you obviously don’t want to be here, and neither do i," he shrugged his shoulders, looking down at you, patiently awaiting your answer. you never concluded that your night would be spent with a daunting cybertronian who somehow didn’t mean any harm at all. it couldn’t hurt, right?

“sure. i don’t mind,” you relent with a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, looking back up at him. he smirks at your answer.

“good choice.” 

TESARUS

your current situation was quite peculiar indeed… some random person (non organic) happens to come up to you asking to go against you in… bowling. the lounge was also infamous for its striking addition of having a bowling alley inside of the establishment. 

tesarus didn’t have the faintest clue on what to do during his flitting time here on the planet, but seeing you? oh you alone presented an opportunity he couldn’t pass up

tesarus gets bored very easily, so small talk wouldn’t be his thing— he has to actively be doing something in the process, and what better idea than offering to take you bowling? 

he was shockingly very short and curt with you, occasionally muttering things to himself, and even aimlessly wandering with his optics. it wasn’t possibly in you to decline such an offer since you weren’t doing much of anything anyway… 

his appearance took you by surprise when he first popped up in your face. his face was adorned with a distinct X— that angular face plating wasn’t even the start of his physical intimidation. he had a giant grinder placed in his abdomen? (you tried your very hardest to ignore that feature of him) 

this part of the lounge was fairly lively, with the rhythmic clatter of pins tumbling down, the profound clink of bowling balls speeding down the polished lanes. it was a place of easy energy and casual competition (not so much casual for tesarus) 

“what the fuck? tesarus you took my turn!” you scold him with a drink in your hand that you just purchased, and he purposely sent your ball into the gutter too. he looked up at you trying to act clueless.

“huh,” he peers up at the screen above, your name was highlighted to indicate it was your turn. his attention shifted right back to you with a shit eating grin. “sorry. i didn’t know.” 

“whatever. move!” you shove past him angrily. holding the bowling ball firmly as your fingers fit snugly in the holes. leaning forward, eyes fixed on the pins at the end. it was your turn to grin as you watched the ball skid across the slick wood, effortlessly knocking down all ten pins simultaneously, earning you a strike. you were a couple of points ahead of tesarus (only because he took your turn 💔) tesarus sucks his denta at his failed plan. “that’s four,” you tease, turning to glance at the mech as you flaunted off your number of strikes.

“i don’t care,” he deadpans, walking up to grab his own that was comically large to accommodate his servos. he took a couple of quick steps— overexaggerating his movements as he sent the ball hurtling down the expanse of the lane, unexpectedly, the ball veers off and lands into the gutter. your head reels back as you laugh hysterically. 

“hey tesarus! i think you just missed all the pins entirely!” you guffawed. tesarus turned to you as he went back to muttering a bunch of nonsense underneath his breath. 

“that was a warm up.” he replied.

“how many warm ups do you need?!” 

[lyabic]

Shhhh. She had a long day.