#transformers kitting

[wildstrike]

Here is what Starscream, thundercracker and skywarp look like in the idw book

Also here is this Coronation starscream I got as a birthday present

[kitzero]

@keferon’s art of empurata!Prowl has ripped out my heart and made me sob, so of course, the only way to deal with it emotionally is to make dumb art of it. Specifically based off of this post where a new guy is mentioned :)

[red-truck]

That MegOp Mr. And Mrs. Smith pose.

[devilart2199-aibi]

I want Blokees of them so bad!! 🙏😭

Lost Light Blokees please!!! 🙏🙏🙏

Frankensteined up some of my figures + csp magic to make these. I'm seriously thinking about customizing some 🤔 I also wanna make Fortress Maximus with Tarn and Magnus' pieces...

Chromedomes chest would also be all that red-ish pink and I'd probably use a different helm for his head too 🤔 I thought Slag's would work, but I think it's too square.

You can also pretty much make Headmasters Chromedome with Scrapper too >:)

[celebtf]

KIT CONNOR, THE DREAM ROLE

Sebastian Croft clutched the rejection letter in his hands, the words burning in his mind like acid. The producers had written off his role, cutting him from Heartstopper entirely. His breakout chance, stolen. Meanwhile, Kit Connor’s star rose higher, his face plastered across billboards, adored by fans worldwide.

Sebastian seethed in his dimly lit apartment, replaying interviews of Kit’s effortless charm and perfect smiles.

“They all love him,” Sebastian spat. “But soon, they’ll love me more.” His lips curled into a dangerous grin. “I’ll take everything from him.”

Sebastian boarded the train to the West Market, a crooked plan forming in his mind. Beneath the market’s neon glow, he found himself drawn to a shadowy stall where a man with a sinister smile sold strange wares.

“Looking for something to solve a problem?” the vendor asked, his voice low and tempting.

Sebastian's gaze landed on two shimmering vials.

“What do these do?”

The vendor leaned in, his grin widening. “These? They’ll let you become someone else. Swap your face, your body, even your voice. The ultimate disguise.”

Sebastian handed over the money without hesitation, clutching the vials like treasure.

The Heartstopper set was buzzing with activity, the cast and crew busy under the midday sun. Disguised in a crew jacket and hat, Sebastian slipped unnoticed into Kit Connor’s trailer.

He scanned the space, his eyes landing on a water bottle sitting on the counter. Quietly, he unscrewed the cap, poured in one vial’s contents, and gave it a shake. The liquid dissolved instantly.

Sebastian smirked as he hid in the shadows of the trailer. “Let’s see what happens when the golden boy takes a fall.”

Kit entered moments later, humming to himself. Oblivious, he grabbed the water bottle and took a long sip.

“Ah,” Kit sighed, setting the bottle down. But then, his expression shifted. His brows furrowed as his breathing quickened. He clutched his chest, his eyes darting around in confusion.

“What… what’s happening?” he gasped, stumbling back.

Sebastian stepped out, his grin wide and cruel. “Oh, don’t worry, Kit. You’re just… changing.”

Kit’s body convulsed as the transformation began. His broad shoulders shuddered and shrank, his strong arms slimming down as his muscles softened. His chest caved inward, his once-powerful frame growing smaller and scrawnier.

His ginger hair darkened, strands turning a dull brown as it grew slightly unruly. His jawline softened, his cheeks hollowing out as his features reshaped. His hands trembled, fingers growing thinner and more delicate.

Kit stumbled toward the mirror, only to freeze in horror. Staring back at him was Sebastian Croft. His own voice, weak and unfamiliar, escaped in a panicked scream. “No! This isn’t… this can’t be real!”

Sebastian laughed, a cold, biting sound. “Oh, it’s very real. Look at you—no fans, no charm, no anything. You’re just me now. And I?” He pulled out the second vial, twirling it between his fingers.

Sebastian uncorked the second vial and downed it in one go. Heat surged through his veins, his body trembling as the transformation took hold.

His shoulders broadened, his chest expanding as muscle rippled across his frame. His biceps swelled, veins snaking under his skin as his arms grew powerful and toned. His torso stretched, his abs sharpening into a defined six-pack.

His hair lightened, the dull brown strands shifting into a radiant ginger blonde. His jawline sharpened, his cheekbones rising as his face molded into Kit Connor’s perfect features. His voice deepened, resonating with Kit’s familiar charm.

Sebastian turned to the mirror, running his hands over his new body. “Well, well,” he said, his voice dripping with mockery. “Don’t I look like the picture of success?”

He turned to Kit, now trembling and pale in Sebastian’s body. “What’s wrong, Kit? Don’t recognize yourself? Oh wait—you’re not yourself anymore. You’re just me. Pathetic.”

Kit stumbled back. “Please, stop this. You can’t do this!”

Sebastian leaned in close, his new face twisted with a cruel grin. “I already have. And you know what? I think I like being Kit Connor”

Sebastian—now Kit—threw open the trailer door and called out to a nearby guard. “Hey! There’s a trespasser in my trailer. He’s pretending to be me!”

The guard hurried inside, grabbing the desperate Kit—now trapped in Sebastian’s body.

“Wait! No! I’m Kit Connor! He’s lying!” Kit shouted, his voice cracking with panic.

Sebastian leaned casually against the doorframe, smirking. “I don’t know what this guy’s deal is, but he’s clearly unhinged. Please, get him off the set.”

The guard hauled Kit away as he shouted and struggled, his cries falling on deaf ears.

Sebastian—now fully embodying Kit—smiled as the crew swarmed him, asking if he was okay. He soaked in their concern, relishing every moment.

He wasn’t just Kit Connor. He was better than Kit Connor.

And no one would ever know the truth.

[coconuttyglittersmurf]

[tictacpbandai]

Well well well, if it isn't the blowjob brothers

A friend recently gave me his flame toys Drift and well I just had to pick up their Rodimus then didn't I?

Really solid kit, a few joints that were a pain in the ass to get together, but those are just nitpicks

[blueskyscribe]

Chinese model kit of Starscream, they really captured his vibe

[dirtwing]

Finished Vortex pics!! And a bit of a sneak peak for one of my next projects at the bottom there.

This Vortex and his small companion there are designed by @keferon who I probably owe some blood at least for this mecha universe.

[valacre]

: ̗̀➛ Give Me Some Time

Sentinel Prime x Reader - Transformers One Summary: In a different timeline, D-16 did not kit-kat Sentinel but instead had codes forcibly implanted into his processor where he’d be permanently stuck in a mass-displaced form, and with his t-cog forcibly removed in front of the masses of Iacon, he was then publicly humiliated, dragged around like a slave for all to mock, and then thrown into a pod to be sent out into space. Hopefully, it’d been for him to die all alone, but whether by the grace or curse of Primus, hidden stores of energon had been onboard, and with his new form being so little, Sentinel did not have much need to refuel often. Still, with space madness tearing away at his mind, he slowly began to lose hope… Until he accidentally went into stasis only to later be re-awakened by a very odd sight; you.

Screeching as you toss a branch at him, he growls and glares furiously at you, wishing to transform his servo into a blaster but knowing he couldn’t. Luckily, he was still much stronger than you, being able to protect himself from your feeble attacks by simply holding an arm up, though the whole reason for your dramatic antics had been mostly his fault… Not that he’d really meant to punch you once he came online, but your strange organic face had been right there; it’d surprised him.

“What the fuck are you?!” you scream, picking up rocks and tossing them at him too, stepping back to avoid him attacking you in return. Your left cheekbone had swelled and was turning a ghastly shade of blue and purple, and your left eye was partly closed due to it all, though that didn’t stop you from glaring daggers at him.

Honestly, he was surprised by your lack of fear. He’d expected you to flee once he stood up, not throw whatever lay around like some kind of wild animal. However, a wild animal is exactly what you were, so, really, he shouldn’t be surprised at all.

“Will you stop attacking me? Can’t you see that your pathetic attempts to harm me do nothing?” said he, huffing and looking over his frame, frowning at the new scratches you’d given him. Millennia stuck in space, travelling at a gruellingly slow pace to Primus knew where; the first half of it spent going mad with loneliness, the other half spent in blessed stasis, yet he somehow only takes notice of his appearance just now. He’s always been meticulous, proud of his frame and its shine, but time dulled his colours and scratches he didn’t recognise adorned him here and there. Self-inflicted? He couldn’t be quite sure, but your fit had surely given him new ones.

“Are you some kind of sentient robot?” you ask, holding a large stick and pointing it at him threateningly. Was that supposed to look like some kind of sword? The sight of it almost made Sentinel laugh; almost. “Well?!”

“Stop your shouting,” said he, brushing leaves off himself as he watched you, not quite able to look away. You were uncannily similar to Cybertronians, your face, your body, all organic, of course, and yet still so similar in many ways. How was he able to understand you, though? Another fun fact about the ancient code neither he nor D-16 for that matter, had fully understood? Well, no matter, he didn’t care, it just felt good to talk to someone again, whether they were a disgusting organic or not. At least your optics were pretty to look at.

… Primus, he really had gone mad.

Taking a few more steps back, you glance over your shoulder and towards the stream, probably eyeing up the logs that lay as a bridge over the running water. Were you planning on running? Somehow, as ridiculous as it made him feel, it almost made Sentinel panic. He didn’t want to be alone again.

“Wait,” said he, holding out his arms in a non-threatening manner. “I think we got off on the wrong pede here.”

“You punched me!”

“Ah, yes, I apologise for that. I didn’t intend to hurt you, you merely surprised me, is all.”

“Do you hit everyone who surprises you?” you ask, still glaring.

Sentinel cleared his intake. “I have been lost in space for millennia, half of it spent in stasis. I don’t think you would react kindly to an alien face being so close to your own after so suddenly waking up, would you?” asked he, speaking softly to you in hopes that your anger would falter. You were a primitive race, surely, it couldn’t be too difficult to manipulate you.

You blinked. “Millennia?” you said, disbelieving. “How—what?”

He took a single step towards you, keeping a friendly smile on his face plate, knowing he still towered over you, shrunken wings tucked behind him. “Why don’t we try this again; I am Sentinel.” He held a servo to his chassis, digits twitching once he felt the empty t-cog compartment, thoughts immediately wandering off to the image of D-16 tearing it out of him. He must have made an expression you didn’t like, because as he took another step, still lost in thought, a twig broke beneath his pede and you jumped; fear quickly overtaking your face.

You turned and fled.

“No, wait!” Panic shook through Sentinel’s spark and he acted without thought, the fear of being left alone again too raw, the madness of space still fresh within his processor, the need of someone, anyone, just being there with him too strong to ignore.

You cast a glance over your shoulder, screaming bloody murder once you noticed him following closely behind, your feet suddenly carrying you faster than Sentinel thought possible. How were you so fast? Though taller than you he had a difficult time keeping up, the nature around him alien, roots of trees stronger than first believed and tripping him, forcing him down with a heavy thud upon the ground.

“Please!” he called, disoriented from low energon levels, pathetically desperate not to be left alone. “Please, don’t leave me! Please!” Rising again, he rushed after you, picking up speed and gaining on you. He can hear you scream, barely able to truly see what he’s doing, vision blurring, but he’s caught you.

Oh, you’re so soft.

You’re trashing and screaming and short of breath, but you’re in his arms and it feels so good to touch someone again, and you’re so soft, not at all like a Cybertronian, all rounded and smooth. And he’s falling onto his aft, leaning against a tall tree as he holds you, thoughts wandering as his optics offline.

“Don’t leave,” he says, voice unimaginably gentle, so unlike him. “Don’t leave me, please.” He’s squeezing you, not too hard, not wanting to harm you; to frighten you. He just needs this, this contact, your touch no matter how alien it is. And you’ve stopped trashing, still breathing rapidly, your organic spark beating wildly within your chest.

“Sentinel… That was your name?” you ask after a while, breath calming though you’re still tense.

He purrs, unconsciously, comforted by someone saying his name. Comforted by someone speaking to him, hears you say your own name, oddly sounding, yet fitting you quite well. And you try to push his arms away, wishing to be released, but he refuses; not yet.

“Wait,” he says, sighing and leaning his face plate into your hair, trying to compose himself yet his processor is still panicked, still afraid of the loneliness. “Just… give me a moment.” He doesn’t expect the mercy, the pain of D-16 tearing his t-cog out of his chassis somehow still fresh, but you quiet down and relax your body, calming in his arms, growing less afraid of him.

Next Music: Holst – The Planets, Op. 32: III. Mercury, the Winged Messenger & Musical Wanderings – Ethereal

[wildstrike]

Ahhh I'm so happy I just got the idw transformers volume 1 phase one today!!

Here is what it looks like

And here is what megatron,rumble and frenzy and soundwave look like

And I'm on page 43 and I love it

Also if you want to see any other characters in this book just comment and I will post what the character looks like

[nonetoon]

In the hidden tunnels at the function 🥳

[red-truck]

Megatron's lap is very comfortable but is only available to Optimus Prime.

[devilart2199-aibi]

Adding to my Transformers ramblings is now figure talk!! :D Mwahaha!

Can't deny that I'm a sucker for blind boxes, but I usually just assist friends in guessing them haha. Though when I saw these last year on my Rodimus model kit hunt I was very intrigued! At the time I couldn't figure out where to get them and only saw one set, which had a lot of cool bots, Jazz and Prowl specifically were who I wanted since I didn't have a figure of either at the time.

Time passed and I saw they had two new sets with a Soundwave and Shockwave as well as Magnus and Tarn which made me cave 😂 lol luckily I found out they have a US website now? and just released TF ONE boxes too so had to get one those too... as for my pulls...

I was so shocked 😱 like... how!? I also pulled who I wanted from the 1! TF ONE box I got! I'm scared man lol 💀

Super curious to see who the next set has!! Hoping for the Combaticons and Overlord on the Decepticon side 🤞 as for autobots... Hound, Powerglide, Tracks and Blaster for G1 or anything Brainstorm and Chromedome would make me explode lol OMG AND FORTMAX PLSSS 😭🙏

Anyway that's all! If you collect TF figures they are great! Also on the cheaper side and a fun craft :>

Where I got mine! ⤵️

[clownswamp6]

Kits ref sheet! :3

[kitzero]

Drift! | @lemonomelette DTIYS

Here is my submission for Lemonomolette’s DTIYS challenge! This was my first time doing this kind of pose & angle, so I mostly stuck to the og image, but I had tons of fun! (Even if I did procrastinate for like 3 days lol)

Bonus Sketch of rodimus under read more just as a little extra spice: