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Elbows slamming down into silver armour, servos digging into seams to try and wrench the cogged up little usurper off him, knees driven upwards with the velocity aid of his thrusters into softer abdominal plating, and Sentinel refused to let D-16 win this fight. A filthy tactic; tackling him over the banister while his back was turned, but what that rubble headed little miner forgot was that only one of them was a flight frame. And all he had to do was haul that grubby little traitor off him and let gravity do the work for him.

Crunch. Splat. No more uprising. He could pitch it all as Pro-Quintesson High Guard traitors and protocol breaking miners trying to ruin what he and the Primes' had built. That the broadcast was fake, the damage to his tower would only be the start if Iacon didn't rally together and drive them out.

Servos finding a cowl armour to curl in, yanking hard to the right with all his strength to break this fool off of him with a sharp flare of light and electrified charge up his frame and he felt ... Weightless? His gyroscope no longer screaming in his audials about being over balanced and loosing altitude, his center of gravity restored but ... Where was the miner!?

Optics flitting across the cityscape of Iacon below him frantically, trying to spot the flailing blip of silver plummeting to their doom below depending how far that wrench had thrown them but ... All he can see is himself.

Himself rising from the rooftops towards him. Calf armour clicking back to allow his rockets freedom if needed, and Sentinel is shifting his arm to his side for his blade should he ... Blade !? ... Frag! Was it back on the roof!? Gaze turned upward towards the top of the Tower of Prime's, and Sentinel was freezing at the lack of a train dangling out of it.

What in Primus was happening? Was this the past?

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A solar cycle 'off'...it didn't feel right. Ever since he'd come to this world he'd been working as much as he could- between helping keep Iacon secure by patrolling along the border, to offering the newly-formed Prime some much-needed advice on leadership, to giving combat training to some of the less battle-hardened (which was to say, 99% of Iacon)...it had been...nonstop. Even in his down time, he'd practically thrown himself into research.

There was no telling how much time he'd poured into just understanding multiversal travel, let alone how one could potentially traverse between universes. Wheeljack had been a big help in that. Far more than he'd expected,...though, his expectations were based on such a flipped reality.

Breakthrough after breakthrough,...but all he had to show for it was an additional parameter to his own personal scanners- just in case another tear opened between universes. After all, if he fell- there was nothing saying someone else couldn't.

Such seemed to be the case when his view of the sun cutting through Iacon was abruptly interrupted, a warning flashing through his processor. There was no time to pinpoint where the tear was supposed to come from- but it wasn't hard to feel a change in the atmosphere, helm tilting up- and nearly resetting his optics as familiar gold and blue flashed into existence. The tear snapped closed just as fast as it had appeared on his scanners- there and gone.

"Sentinel-??" Falling. Was something wrong with his wings?- No time to sort it out, instead activating his own thrusters to go up and meet the other partway down. Calm down, it might not be a Sentinel. There were plenty of 'bots with blue and gold paint--- and he was more focused on preventing what would probably be a painful faceplant.

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Old Sentinel illustration I did less than a week after the movie came out that I never posted.

He is an Icarus who flew too close to the sun, trying to obtain its power.

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HOW DİD WE DO HANDS!?!?

I'm having a really hard time drawing his arm/hand situation. I really need to take a ref photo. Gonna go do that now.

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It looks a lil better in person but I drew sentinel drinking some energex😋

He’s a total aft but I love him LOL (total diva)

Maybe it won’t flop as bad here as on TikTok T-T

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Majesty

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Credits on image

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Worms in my robot brain

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The drawings from last week's vid I did.

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I hate him I hope he dies

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Well, little helm on a swivel from how his 'guest' is taking in the sights of Iacon. Hard to fake that sort of awe and fascination. Slowly leaning more towards Dimensional Visitor as opposed to Assassination Attempt #9.

"Quintessons are another spacefaring race. Organic, where we are alloy. Tentacles where we have legs, and pincers where we have hands. Ugly faces. They had been trying to take over our planet for energon for eons, always pushed back by the Primes' for a temporary bout of peace until their next attempt. Only, this time, there were more than expected. And, while the Prime's won, the damage sustained in battle was too much and they passed, one last noble sacrifice for a future of peace in Iacon" Sentinel hummed, optics flitting over his beautiful Iacon.

Lift pulling to a stop, doors sliding back with a soft chime, and Sentinel was stepping out into the corridor with a servo out to stop the doors closing on his little friend.

"So, I guess I pushed the wrong floor getting in, but, that means you get an exclusive tour of a few levels usually not part of visitations. Lucky you.

This floor, I believe, is the brig. I assume given that I have never needed it in my Prime Time, that the original Prime's may have used it if they did catch any straggling Quintessons for information" Sentinel shrugged, servos clasped at his back and slowly strolling along.

It was pretty big. Twelve cells, in two rows of six. Nothing ornate, fancy or gold down here, just harsh greys. And no doors. From mechanisms in the doorways of each cube, there likely was some sort of ion or protein shielding that kept an occupant inside when in use.

"Feel free to look around."

Allen turned to look out the glass window at the city. It was glowing! The light from the sun reflecting off of the golden buildings and the insides of the city were glowing with neon lights. He looked up at the buildings above as well as below. It was amazing! I was like a geode of cityscapes! He’s never, ever seen anything like it. It was almost overwhelming.

“It’s beautiful!” he said with wonder, listening to Sentinel in the background. If this was Iacon City, which he did know about, and if this was just after the Primes—then this was definitely before the war. The Prime confirming he wasn’t an Autobot made his mind up about that. So, Sentinel was a Prime, but not an Autobot (because technically they didn’t exist… yet) which meant he could totally crush on the Prime and not feel guilty about it. The Autobots did terrible things to his kind, one of the worst was Smokescreen using the Spark Extractor, so falling in love like with an Autobot felt like he was betraying the other vehicons and eradicons. But, Sentinel wasn’t an Autobot, so he was free to carry on with his feelings.

“I’m happy to know everyone gets along here,” he replied. He turned around to glance back up at the really fragging gorgeous Prime, “What are Quintessons?” he asked, tilting his helm.

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What's Showing Tonight?

Photo ref. Yup. it's his va. Jon Hamm.

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"Sorry i reported you" scam making it's rounds here.

I'm not even banned.

Vague details.

Doesn't just start with the reason for contact.

You submit help to www.tumblr.com/support or help.tumblr.com. NOT the links provided in the photos.

the proof of email photo is crunchy as hell. Looks old too.

Why do i have to contact them to confirm my innocence. lmao.

What is the scam? You rush to prove your innocence to the email and they will respond back to you needing to verify your login info and then steal your account. easy. Discord and Steam have a version of this too.

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New TFN25 design!

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The Truth Is What I Make It.

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He may have been offlined, hence ‘was’.

Sentinel for a moment assumed that was a hint to the High Guard crawling into hiding on the surface when he mentioned something called a ‘predacon’. He’s going to assume from ‘preda’, likely short for ‘predator’, that this confirmed the little drone was not of his Iacon, nor his Cybertron, let alone his timeline. Been getting a few little inter-dimensional visitors of late. At least this one was smaller, for once.

A low chuckle at the shocked exclamation of the bolt dropping, stepping inside the glass elevator alongside the little mech and servos folding at his back in a proud casual stance to admire his city on the slow descent.

“Mmhm. There was a great battle fifty cycles ago, where the thirteen Primes’ battled the Quintessons, sacrificing their lives for victory and to protect Iacon. Without them, and as their aide, I became the next Prime of Iacon City” Might as well paint the truth before anyone tries to beat him to it, not that Allen will have many conversation partners for a while.

“I have been asked that a lot, but no. I am not an Autobot, nor do I know the meaning. We don’t have any ‘sides’ here in Iacon. It’s harmonious”

Allen laughed to himself for sounding so stupid to the other, what he said would only make sense to himself. “I mean, he is my commander, except that I think he might have been offlined which makes me say ‘was’. I really don’t know what happened to him after the Predacons,” he replied. He wondered if Predacons were a thing in this universe.

The eradicon happily took the blue and gold mech’s invitation to step forward and follow alongside the other to start the tour.

He lightly blushed again when the other spoke about how fascinated he was with him. Was he really that interesting? That was a good feeling. He was having all sorts of negative thoughts about how he was being received. He really did hope he was being impressive somehow!

“Prime?!” he asked in a shocked tone. Now his processor was flooding, had he ever heard of or met a Sentinel Prime? And still he wondered, where did this timeline take place? Sentinel wasn’t the name of any of the thirteen. He knew about Optimus, obviously, he had even heard of Rodimus Prime. And as a Prime, was he also an Autobot? He still didn’t fully know what he thought about Autobots since so many of them slaughtered his kind. He didn’t know if all of them were like Optimus, the one who showed him genuine kindness, although at the time in the war he couldn’t fully accept it. So far he really did like Sentinel; he didn’t give him any reason to dislike him. But he was curious, “Does that mean you’re an Autobot?” he asked, he still hadn’t seen the Autobot logo located on the Prime at all.

Allen entered the elevator with the Prime and looked up at the pretty mech with complete innocence.

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I’m not proud of the lineart but this is actually my favorite art piece. I love it

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