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Happy 40th transformers anniversary

Happy 40 years to the best franchise this millennium.

From the comedy highs and the war crime lows, transformers has stayed my main hyperfixation for years, as it will continue to be for the next years to come.

making a transfomers discord server 😵‍💫

HOW IS THIS IS NOT A LOVE CONFESSION?!?!?!

Never posted this one here, so it's now time.

My comic for the 2017 MegOp Zine, "Equinox". It was a project I really loved and I'm humbled that so many great artists participated on it. Forever grateful! The edition turned our pretty neat and I still cherish it on my bookshelf :>

“Just ridin’ that storm runnin’ through my veins like a shot down, tailspun airplane” ★彡

-Luke Combs (Ain’t No Love In Oklahoma)

Anime pose or something idk. Don’t look down! Anyone else afraid of heights? 😖 idk who’s sword that is I just gave it to him

Yelling at him. He probably deserved it…. I love him sm

First time using procreate to do anything so here’s my starboy✨. Don’t look too closely at it.

Emptiness Machine

Transformers X Mech Pilot AU

Author notes: (Wowza I didn’t expect such a positive reaction to my nonsense! Here is a blurb to test the waters. See what y’all think! Let me know if you want more. 👀)

TW: (needle mentioned briefly, mention of alcohol to describe a feeling, reader cusses a little bit.)

Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you only half hear the blaring alarm. You stare at the ceiling for moment, trying to get your brain to wake up enough to process the announcement over the loudspeaker.

“Decepticon activity coordinates delta seven, bearing nine. Threat level Magenta. Pilot SERAPHIM to the launch bay.”

The words repeated as the red overhead lights flashed. No one could sleep through this, you thought as you rolled out of your cot. Feet hitting the cold floor you let your training take over. Autopilot was the only way to operate on days like this. Despite not being out late or having anything to drink the night before, you felt hungover and woozy. The Energon micro-infusions you and the other pilots received must be to blame. Donning your pilot gear and clicking your mask into place you finally start to feel whole again. Being outside of your mech felt like hell. Exposed like a nerve and vulnerable. Feeling so small, you shake your head trying to figure out how you ever lived without that soul connection to your machinery.

You grab your communicator, linking it to your headset and running out the door. Hallways bustled and noise reverberated through the massive metal building as soldiers and Autobots alike made their way around the base. You dodged around giant peds, apologizing when you almost knock right into Hound. The bot putting up his hands and giving a startled whoa as you bolt towards the hangar doors. This was home. The metallic smell of oil and energon hit you as you ran up the ramp to your mech. She was beautiful. Orange and teal accents over ivory plating. The wing and eye insignia on her shoulder alongside tally marks of all the victories you had won. Her optics offline and her lines hooked up to refuel, she looked lifeless. An empty machine.

You smiled remembering the first time you had met a Cybertronian. They were appalled to learn that the mechs they fought alongside weren’t Cybertronian, but were in fact piloted by humans. The bots now compared you to a spark within your mech, your consciousness becoming that of the metal behemoth you piloted. You yelled a greeting to your launch officer as he walked through the protocols and commands before helping you into the chest of your mech. Settling yourself into the gel seat made just for you, you feel the sting of the needle inserted into the back of your neck. Your eyes roll back and the familiar sensation of falling tugs at your limbs. The micro amounts of energon in your bloodstream prickle as your nerves switch to feeling cold.

Optics coming online and flickering as your consciousness links up with your mech. Your servos twitch, testing your movement slowly via the launch officer’s commands. Rolling your shoulders as the energy lines disconnect and the link is complete. The HUD is always a bit disorienting, vitals and stats crowding your vision as it adjusts. The tiny body your consciousness left is nestled snug in your chest. You reach for your weapon where it was leaned, charging next to the bay. A familiar voice to your right makes you turn.

“Ready there Sera?” Your vocal apparatus crackles to life as you reply.

“Had to get my bearings Bee. Consciousness transfer never gets easier.” Energy thrums through your lines and you feel whole once more. You worked alongside the Bumblebee as a fellow scout. Your mech being a lighter class helped with the stealth aspect of intelligence gathering. Most of the other pilots were male, making you one of the few female pilots to survive the initial testing. You felt proud of your accomplishments since the war for energon began.

“What is our mark.” You ask following the yellow bot out onto the launchpad. A ground bridge was already open and humming ominously. He had an alt mode but you didn’t, your mech not able to transform. Using a ground bridge was the only way to get your mech anywhere far away fast. It wasn’t your favorite way of travel, personally you favored the jump jets your mech was equipped with. Something about soaring through the sky was the most liberating feeling you had ever experienced.

“We’ve got a high level threat. At least three cons attacked one of our mines in Australia. I heard Shockwave had some dangerous experiment. We’ve gotta do some reconnaissance before we go take it back.” He smirked before shoving at your shoulder making you stumble a bit. “Try to keep up this time.” You smile at him as he disappears into the swirling light. Something about this mission seemed off. Everyone seemed a little too stoic for this to be a routine take back. Shrugging off the seed of doubt you lift your ion cannon and mount it to your shoulder. Calibrating your weapons and getting ready for whatever fresh hell awaited you.

I did a thing! I'm going to need my walker for BotCon next week, and it's just so drab. So I got a bunch of flame decals and Transformers stickers and went to town.

Two weeks ago my cane got a similar treatment.

Working on some art so have some sillies l made

my Transformer OC Firefly (this took so long)

Es Soundwave mini comic (WIP)

Mini comic l’m working on this is a wip right now

Soundwave and Ravage:

Original pic:

*Twink jump-scare* (this is Starscream btw)

my Starscream design for my astronaut AU

my Starscream design for my astronaut AU

Some wavewave for my astronaut AU

my Soundwave design for my astronaut AU

my Soundwave design for my astronaut AU

Celebrating Endgame!

Endgame, it marked the last episode of a saga, a story that built heroes from humble beginnings so they could achieve a destiny they didn’t thought about even if it meant sacrifice their lifes.

That’s right, 10 years ago, Transformers Animated came to an end with the episode Endgame Part 2.

Sadly we couldn’t see how it would have been a fourth season that may never come. Even so, it will be remembered for what it was!

Ok i have a question for transformers figures people.

Why is the rotb Megatron and starscream ones spoilers but they weren't in the movie I get its probably for the money hasbro can make off of them but still why?

Also what designs are they based off? The bumblebee opening credits?

Obviously it's TFP, he's the only right answer, he has TENTACLES

Soundwave Battle

Feel free to make your case on your ‘Wave!