#i designed jazz and ratchet a while back

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Finally drew my other designs digitally + made one for Prowl!! Yay!!!

Plus this idk

And here's two of them traditionally :3

I have quite a few of Ratchet with Bee but not a lot of Jazz... I don't see much of him in shows so I don't really have much to base her off of

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I heard that in the military, nicknames are given from embarrassing moments, so my friend @searchingforthelamps and I came up with some potential situations for the crews! (Went mostly off of names and vibes)

Arc 1

Hound got his code name after one time while drunk he started sniffing the ground like he was a blood hound so the name Hound stuck.

Breakdown was trying to fix one of his brother's car and when went to test drive it not even 30 seconds after pulling out, the engine went up smoking, brother never let him forget so it stuck with him even after joining the military.

Sideswipe swiped a shit ton of stuff off a table on accident while being dramatic.

Sunstreaker gets his nickname because when day-drinking he got shitfaced drunk, stripped, and ran outside in broad daylight in front of everyone.

Jazz tried to do “Do you like jazz?” as a pick up line and no one ever let it go.

Arc 2

Cliffjumper fell off a cliff once. Everyone else: “H a h. Pathetic. We’re never gonna let you forget this”

Arc 3

Ratchet threw one too many ratchets at people so they started calling him that.

Swindle. The name speaks for itself. Dude scams everyone out of their money during Monopoly. Everytime. He becomes the bank. People will challenge him and will just get slammed into debt. He is the god of money.

Perceptor. He was high as shit, pointed at his head with both hands and with eyes looking in slightly different directions, said “I perceive everything” in the most matter-of-fact tone to ever exist.

Blurr. He is in constant motion. Every picture of him is blurred. There is not a single camera that can capture him unblurred. Impossible. It’s like he’s on constant caffeine jitters. 

For the life of me I can’t think of anything for Arcee, Shockwave or Hot Rod

I love these, I love these dearly, but I will give you the ones I have!

Hound: When he is in the military, his laugh is very much like a hound dog style bark, and it started as people making fun of him and stuck. (He sounds like he’s in pain every time he laughs)

Breakdown: He did not get his nickname till he got to the US, because, and I shit you not, he was the cause of most major breakdowns in communication. List as the cause on reports.

Sideswipe: He sideswiped Swindle’s car with his mechs leg, on accident, during the effectively yearly class photo. Swindle took it out of his paycheck for a year.

Sunstreaker: This one got his nickname before testing and such, but everyone heard the story and so it still stuck. When they were living homeless, Sideswipe was an asshole and took Sunny’s clothes on time when they were on the beach. He was asleep. Not only was he sunburned, but he effectively went streaking when he had to go back to the car.

Jazz: So, you were incredibly close with Jazz. Except someone used the pickup line on him, and then he went on a two hour info dump about Jazz and its history to them.

Cliffjumper: Literally the same thing, dead on. You got that one 100% right.

Ratchet: Yeah, you’re basically right. He would throw wrench’s and socket wrench’s (ratchets) at people. Also they were referencing One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest too.

Perceptor: Yep, basically that, but while saying it he was showing this design for a camera system to go into the mechs. No one let him live that down.

Arcee: Part of it was she was only a rescue class for like, a year (RC) on the paperwork. But also once she was staying with striker class more often, with the down time, she had a habit of buying toy drones and cars to race around with the other pilots. It was like she became a distributor.

Hot Rod: Panicked the first time his mech ever got fire, basically threw himself from the suit, and promptly forgot it had been recently on fire and touched one of the support rods burning his hand and said the stupid thing, “fuck, that’s one hot rod, damn!” And kept repeating it.

Blurr: Actually got the monicker in racing! There are tons of examples in racing but there is a driver in nascar, whose name is William Clyde Elliot the Third, he goes by Chase. Similar with Blurr, long ass name that he changed.

Swindle: Dead on the money, (Bu-dun-*crashing symbol sound*)

And.. yeah. I don’t have one for Shockwave yet, but I think it came from his political career, clean energy back before the invasion stuff.

I loved what you had to say though, incredible.

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White Lies - 4

Prowl waddled down the long hallway. He did not know why he had been called to the Ark’s entrance. The humans had been talking about something called a baby shower. It was customary to give gifts to the human mother before her baby emerged. In Praxus, bitlets were not even given designations until they had survived a vorn. Yet, Prowl was already thinking of the bitlets by designations, though he told himself they were just nicknames. Praxus was gone, even if they were still on Cybertron, there was nothing left of his home state but a crater. Embracing human traditions, to a degree, was not a terrible idea but he could not convince himself that celebrating the bitlets before they emerged was wise. Something could yet go horribly wrong.

He cradled his swollen forge as he turned and saw sunlight. There was a crowd at the entrance and Prowl considered turning around and going back inside. His spark was racing. He was not sure why his spark was racing. The bitlets were jostling for space in his swollen forge. Ratchet had no idea how long this carrying would be. With the complications of the Earth’s sun’s effect on his systems and the fact he was carrying multiples, there was really no knowing. What Ratchet was certain of was that it was not yet safe for them to come. If they did come early, Ratchet did not have the equipment to do much for them. The Ark had no NICU. Prowl could only hope they gave him less trouble then their progenitor. With the way they were twisting and turning, they were as active as him.

“Prowl!” Prime turned, smiling widely at him. Prowl stopped mid step. He narrowed his optics. “Come. Primus has another miracle for you.”

“A miracle?” Prowl asked. Ironhide stepped aside. Prowl’s optics went wide. The face he had drawn stared back at him, smiling sweetly. He knew the field. It did not matter what face Meister wore, Prowl knew him.

“Hey Sweetspark.”

For a time, there was nothing. Prowl heard Ratchet muttering about him being overclocked. Offended, Prowl lifted his helm. He clenched his dented when he realized he was in Meister’s arms. What did he do? Tell them Jazz was an intention to disguise the fact he had let a Decepticon get him with spark? Did he tell them, before he had been relegated to the Ark, he had gone on those long patrols in the hopes of rendezvous with his criminal paramour? It had been an unprofessional and unacceptable arrangement when he had been an enforcer. It had become treason when Prowl had enlisted in the Autobots while Meister had enlisted with the Decepticons. No, Prowl could say nothing and the smirking aft knew it.

“I am fine!” Prowl hissed, perhaps too sharply. Meister, the damnable lecher crooned to him.

“Y’re tired, Sweetspark. When was the last time ya recharged? Don’t tell me yer still livin’ on that rocket fuel?”

Oh damn him.

“Take the time you need, Prowl,” Prime told him and then he left Prowl alone, with the lupinoid in sheepacron’s plating, to parse the human proverb.

“What are you doing here?” Prowl snarled as he wriggled out of Meister’s grasp.

“News o’ yer conditions got to the Nemisis,” Meister told him. “Ya got Megatron in quite a tizzy.”

“Boo hoo,” Prowl retorted and Meister chortled.

“Considerin’ how big ya are, he’s figurin’ Prime’s been servicin’ ya ‘n he is one jealous bucket o’ bolts”

“How is this my problem?” Prowl asked. “I have had the largest bounty on my helm of any Autobot since the beginning.”

“He wants ya alive,” Meister told him, with no trace of his irreverent humour. “Got the orders here. He wants to punish ya for yer audacity. Starscream figures he can make ya a broodcarrier like the Ancients did.”

“And what do you figure?” Prowl asked. “That I would just go along with whatever scheme you have created? I am not going anywhere with you.”

“I don’t share,” Meister said. “Y’re mine. So I can’t have Megatron or that shriekin’ pidgenoid gettin’ their servos on ya.”

“So you think I would runaway with you?” Prowl asked.

“No,” Meister replied. “I figured this was as good a time as any to defect.”

“You... you cannot be serious, you think I would recommend you?” Prowl asked.

“I think ya made yerself a pretty lil cover,” Meister replied. “‘N yer friends bought it. Just call me Jazz.”

“You are mad. Absolutely mad,” Prowl grumbled. “They will figure it out.”

“Nah,” Meister replied. “They ain’t that bright, that’s why they have ya. ‘N I got it all sorted out. Always got a plan when I gotta drop one face for the next. Changed my designation so many times, I don’t even remember which one I onlined wit.”

“That is depressing, not wholesome,” Prowl retorted and Meister chortled again.

“We did come from different sides o’ the track, Sweetspark. I emerged in the mines ‘n ya onlined in a factory. We were both created to be slaves. We both found different ways out.”

“Do you honestly think I am going to just allow you to make yourself at home on the Ark?” Prowl asked.

“Don’t like this is the first time I’ve been on yer base,” Meister chastised him.

“This is different and you know it!” Prowl snapped.

“O’ course its different, y’re carryin’ my bitty,” Meister replied. “‘N I take care o’ what’s mine.”

“Bitties,” Prowl sighed.

“Bitties?” Meister asked.

“You ensparked me with triplets!” Prowl hissed and with the strange radiation from the Earth’s sun, I have no idea how long this carrying will be.”

“Triplets...” Meister stared at him.

“Triplets,” Prowl confirmed. “I would have had to have kindled the last time on Cybertron. I do not know how they survived stasis lock.”

“They’re rooted to a strong spark,” Meister replied.

“Aft,” Prowl grumbled.

“No Con can get ya when ‘m around, Copbot,” Meister told him, stroking his lower lipplate with his thumb. “No one can get to yer bitties.”

“What about you?” Prowl asked.

“If I’d wanted to drag ya back to the Nemesis, ya gave me plenty o’ chances,” Meister reminded him and Prowl flushed. “‘M thinkin’ Prime ‘n Ratchet got the right idea. Y’re best kept right here.”

Right here. Prowl moaned as Meister seized him, kissing him hard. A moment later, and Prowl was on his berth, legs dangled over the side. Meister stood between them and Prowl could not pretend not to want him there. With deft digits, the saboteur stripped him, discarding the maternity armour on the floor. It had been a long time since the Decepticon had seen him nude, and his frame had changed a great deal. Prowl watched Meister rove his frame with his optics before almost reverently touching Prowl’s swollen middle. He startled when they kicked and then he grinned. Prowl’s lingering temper softened a little. Just a little. Meister thumbed his nozzles and Prowl shivered; they had become so sensitive.

“Ah!” Prowl gasped as Meister rubbed his anterior node and down his thick folds. Their colour was a darker gold now. There was no hiding how wet he was. The berth beneath his aft was soaked. “Oh... M...”

“Jazz,” Meister reminded him. “That’s what ya called me.”

“Mmm!” Prowl arched his back as Meister crooked two digits in side of him and rubbed his gamma cluster.

“Gotta yell my designation when ya cum,” Meister told him. “Never know if someone’s listening.”

“Ack!” Prowl bucked and writhed.

“Ya picked the designation, Sweetspark,” Meister teased him. “Say it. Say.”

“Jazz!” Prowl gasped.

“That’s it,” Meister purred. He held Prowl’s legs wide apart. Prowl knew what was coming, though he could not see through his forge. Still, he felt the pressure and the weight of Meister’s spike against his wet and engorged folds. “Tell’m who’s fraggin’ ya.”

“Unh,” Prowl moaned as Meister sheathed his spike in a single, slow thrust.

“If I’d known how sexy ya’d be heavy I’d o’ sparked ya up long ago,” Meister told him. He fragged Prowl in long, firm strokes of his spike. Prowl’s wells shook each time he thrust home. “Y’re hotter than the smelter!”

“Mm...!” Prowl exclaimed.

“Jazz,” Meister reminded him. “Gonna cum screamin’ that designation, Sweetspark.”

“Damn... yooooouuuuu,” Prowl cried as Meister fragged him slowly and surely, in perfect control. “Frag me!”

“Pretty sure I am,” Meister laughed.

“Properly!” Prowl growled.

He was on his knees, laying over a pillowed. His servos were tied together and them tied to the berth. Meister had declared he would keep Prowl tied to the berth until he could do nothing but scream the designation he had assigned Meister. No one would be bothered if Prowl hid away in his berth for a while. Ratchet would even be pleased. They would not guess Meister was keeping him their, keeping him full of spike and making up for the contributions he had not provided. Prowl moaned into the pillow as Jazz squeezed his wells and nipped at his doorwings as he fragged him from behind. Meister sucked on his wells as Prowl rode him. As he overloaded, before falling limp on Meister’s chassis, Prowl screamed:

“Jazz!”

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TFO Other Prime AU (Concept #7: Design)

[The rest of the AU!]

Edit: ASJLDKLFAJSDFJL 7 AND 8 ARE POSTED OUT OF ORDER ��😭😭😭😭

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1. ...Continuation of me having trouble deciding on what his antennae should look like. 2. Knockout invites Bee to drink one day, to which they have a conversation about how old Bee is because he thinks he's not old enough to drink, but he is, since Knockout is. I like to imagine Bee forgot how old he is since he stopped counting while he was down there at sublevel 50. 3. G1 anime reference. 4. I can't decide on Ratchet's design so here's his 3rd design I have for him. Is he probably in the background of the One movie? Oh of course. But I will take creative liberties because I want to add references from a lot of continuities into my AU.  5. Knockout and Damus might be friends, and Damus works at Maccadam's as a singer/entertainer. Knockout takes Bee, and Bee and Damus probably hit it off really well--Damus then asks Bee to get Other Prime to sign a book for him. I wrote that Elita might open Maccadam's (or its equivalent) because Alchemist is dead, but I realized that Alchemist might've opened it when he was still alive so please ignore that memo if you've read it! 6. The Council suggests the exploration of the surface, to which Other Prime sends the Autobots. Jazz is the leader of this expedition (I forgot to add her but Arcee is also the leader;;; I'm sorry for not drawing you girl I love you 😭). Soundwave (scanning) and Knockout (emergency healing) are in this group. Ratchet and Pharma are back at the base for the group to report findings of lost/injured bots. 7. The expedition manages to find a stasis-locked Jetfire (he was gone long before the Quintesson War so he knows nothing about the events of that or One), which Soundwave recognizes as Jetfire was a member of the High Guard. They manage to patch him up at the capitol but his optics are permanently damaged as a result of him being in the "dark" for too long (I FORGOT TO COLOR THEM ALSKDFJALKJD THEY'RE PROBS BLACKED OUT WITH A TINY LIGHT IN THERE OR SMTH MY BAD), and his body still feels like it's still in its alt form. He's afraid of transforming for fear of getting stuck again, so while he's back in the High Guard post-recovery, he acts as a large jetpack for those that need him. He's crucial for bringing Starscream back.

⚠️Deja vu warning!⚠️

Concepts #3~#10 are all drawings I've uploaded before, but I deleted the original post because it was an intimidating wall of text lmao. So, I've decided to repost all of my drawings but separately, because I want to show the concept sketches(?) I worked on in between breaks from doing schoolwork.

(Also because I want to post my own art but I can't since I'm recording music rn)

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GAMMA STANDING UP TO SENTINEL

When the Elite Guard rolls up on earth and Sentinel whirls his big chin towards our local autobots.  He refers to Bumblebee as 2.0 not realizing that the bot he bullied was actually the little pink one with swords on their back.  

As I’m writing this out I’m stuck thinking on what would be better, Sentinel trying and failing to ‘assert power’ over Gamma who used to work for him.  From deliberately referring to them as 2.0 and ordering for them to do menial tasks only for them to completely rebuke that, only answering to Gamma and refusing to follow his orders.  “I am a Prime and you will follow my orders!”  “I answer to A prime.  Not you” 

Or

Both Optimus and Gamma immediately retreat into themselves and try not to cause too much problems with Sentinel and aren't really able to stand up for themselves BUT ARE TOTALLY WILLING TO STAND UP FOR THE OTHER

Sentinel - And why the hell should I listen to some academy wash out

Bulkhead - Gamma no

Gamma pulling out their swords - Gamma yes

Sentinel - 2.0!  You’re a maintenance bot aren't you!  Well fix this damn consol already!

Optimus about to unleash years of frustration with the verbal backlashing of the century - hey Gamma.  How about you wait outside for a moment

So dealer's choice on the Sentinel confrontation, all I truly ask is that Bumblebee and Prowl are in the background in the background looking like their plotting on jumping sentinel in a back alley.

I chose the second idea for this.

Hope you enjoy!

Gamma and Optimus stand up to Sentinel

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Hinted romance, Cybertronain reader

TFA

The Elite Guard had decided to show up on Earth.

Most of the bots were nervous about the arrival of the Guard.

Everyone shows up and pays their respects.

Bee, Bulk, and gamma hope that Sentinel doesn’t recognize them.

Gamma doesn’t like the comments Sentinel makes to Optimus.

Sure, they don’t know the two Prime’s past… but some of these things are taking too far!

“You would know all about failure and ‘accidents’ wouldn’t you Optimus.”--Sentinel

Gamma steps in between both Primes.

“Sentinel sir, with all due respect, that was unnecessary and rude.”--Gamma

“You don’t know Optimus like I do pipsqueak. He’s a walking malfunction. Now get back in line with the others.”--Sentinel

Gamma’s servos brush against their swords and stands their ground firmly.

“No.”--Gamma

Optimus places a servo on their shoulder.

“Can you go back with the others?”--Optimus

Gamma sighs and but walks to Optimus’s side instead.

Bee and Bulkhead’s optics go wide in surprise.

Optimus in slight horror.

Ratchet has a smug look.

And Prowl is in love.

Meanwhile Sentinel’s crew has now gained some respect for the small pink and yellow bot.

“What’s your designation?”--Sentinel

“Gamma, sir.”--Gamma

“Gamma? Never heard a defected name like yours.”--Sentinel

“Hey, that’s my twin you’re talking to!”—Bumblebee

Gamma mentally facepalms.

“Bumblebee stand down.”--Optimus

“Bumblebee? But then that makes you… oh! HAHAHAHAHA!”--Sentinel

Gamma has a bad feeling about what’s going to happen.

“Oh, this is precious! You think that some paint and a new name is going to hide what you are 2.0.”--Sentinel

Gamma stiffens as the taller bot walks closer.

“You’re just a lowly maintenance bot who couldn’t even fix the back panel of a trash bot, but since you’re here…”--Sentinel

Sentinel tosses them a broom and dumps a dustpan on their pedes.

“You can make yourself useful for once and clean this up.”—Sentinel

Team Prime is ready to take a swing at Sentinel.

Optimus steps in front of Sentinel.

“I don’t appreciate you doing that to my teammate Sentinel.”--Optimus

“2.0 needs to do their job—”--Sentinel

“Their name is Gamma! And I suggest we take this outside Sentinel.”--Optimus

“Listen Optimus, I—”--Sentinel

BEEP!

BEEP!

BEEP!

“That’s the Decepticon alarm.”--Jazz

“Autobot’s roll out!”--Optimus

After the call, Gamma does take Optimus aside and thanks him for standing up for them.

Optimus does the same while patting their helm.

That’s when the pair realize that they haven’t seen Bumblebee or Prowl in a while.

Surely, the two would find their way back to the Plant by themselves.

Meanwhile…

Sentinel was returning to the ship when a giant bucket filled with mud, glitter, and paint.

His screaming was caught on a hidden camera that Prowl had planted.

Bee and Prowl fist bump each other from the top of a nearby building.

Their vengeance had been satisfied for now.

[lets-try-some-writing]

okay but what about robots in disguise?? its not a favorite of mine but it’s still pretty good. russel and his dad are decent lol

Frag that show.

It disrespected TFP on every level and for that it has my eternal hatred and contempt. The humans were annoying, and I HATED how many interesting plot threads there were that were either done poorly or with so little tact that the writing team should have just scrapped it. The designs are tolerable, but I hate how canon TFP characters lost so much of their individuality in their designs (coughtheopticscough). Smokescreen is fricking GONE, which bothers me more than I care to admit. We see the rest of the team enough to be reasonable, but they all appear in ways that don't really make me happy.

Ratchet was done well enough in my opinion. I like his RID design. It suites him. Optimus's design can go die in a hole, they brutalized that mech. Same with Jazz. Frag those stupid shoulder pads.

Grimlock is fun, I appreciate Sideswipe, although his helm hair thingies I think need a redesign to make sense in relation to his alt mode. Strongarm was HORRIBLY underutilized and I hardly saw any character growth in her. Drift and his crew were interesting, but similarly not given much room to grow. I really liked Windblade for the most part, especially the episode where she tries to baby Optimus and comes out having relearned that Op is still a PRIME with MILLIONS OF YEARS OF WAR EXPERIENCE.

The Primes who've done nothing but sit on their rears had NO RIGHT to belittle Optimus at every turn. Nor did the show have the right to make him an idiot for the sake of making Bee look smarter. As @nova--spark has pointed out, the personality Bee got in the show matches Smokescreen better. Bumblebee wouldn't have SUCKED so much at the whole leadership shtick. What happened to all that skill shown in the movie huh? HUH WRITING TEAM????!??!?!

While I am on this train. OPTIMUS DIED SO GOSH DARN LEAVE HIM ALONE!!! He should have stayed deceased, or if they REALLY needed him back, he should have either returned as an Civi or came back with actual issues. Like dang hear me out mate.

Optimus is forcefully returned to life, beats the Fallen with his borrowed power, but then has to actually deal with the consequences of essentially being a walking bomb for a while. Make him start losing plating, make his frame HURT, make him slim down again into the TFP base design. Just, give him a reason to have to sit back and RECOVER. Not this whole half hearted limping around garbage. To add to that, don't baby the mech. Let him stay at base and fulfill the role Ratchet did in TFP. Let him use his knowledge to teach and offer wisdom, plan battles and locate enemies. For Primus's sake he could have gone undercover on Cybertron or something if they really needed him to go be useless elsewhere.

THEY COULD HAVE EVEN HAD AN ARC WITH HIM GIVING THE TEAM A WAKEUP CALL!!! SIdeswipe has no respect for the mission, Grimlock is a fool, Strongarm is too snarky, and Bee in this seems to have largely forgotten about the seriousness except for during key moments. They could have made Optimus a minor antagonist, forcing the team to follow wartime standards since they laid down this plot thread regarding issues between leadership styles and Optimus trying to take control of the operation more than once.

I would have paid money to see Optimus's wartime mentality show itself in the best and worst ways through how he worked with this group of non war vets on a Decepticon capture mission. Maybe even have him use lethal force once or twice, or at least hint at it so that people can be reminded that he is a mech who went to war, killed countless bots, and both drove their people to and saved their people from extinction.

Bee could have had to teach Optimus to calm down. He could have helped eased his leader out of his wartime mindset. Or following that whole council running Cybertron route, Optimus could have had his moment of being very much right when he points out WHY he fought at all and gestures towards the new council. There was SO MUCH potential in this show, so many good threads and interesting Decepticon character that could have given so much depth to the war and the aligned continuity as a whole, but they were almost ALL ignored.

*deep breath*

Alright, sorry about that. I have big feelings in regards to how dirty Optimus was done. Moving on, the Predacons were killed off supposedly and that pisses me off ESPECIALLY because it was done in a fricking offscreen setting. What the hell happened to Predaking??? WHERE DID HE GO????

Starscream's design was rad though, not going to lie.

Where is Shockwave? No seriously where is that fragger? After several years of the map he MUST have an army growing in a tank somewhere.

Soundwave. Why. ARe. YOU. HERE??!?!?!? I love you man but dang you are so out of place. He made sense in the context of trying to get to Megatron, but idk he felt like he deserved better. He should have been the big brain behind the Cons on Earth if you asked me. It would have made everything far more intense, especially if the Cons dont follow Decepticon creed as seen by Soundwave.

The humans were annoying. Sorry they just were.

Fixit is Primus's gift to RID and he's one of the few individuals who makes it less annoying. Idk, I just like him in reasonable doses.

WHERE ARE THE TFP KIDS?! WHY HAS BEE NOT CALLED THEM?? GOOD HEAVENS THERE IS A WHOLE SUBPLOT RIGHT THERE!!!

*yet another deep breath*

Apologies.

To put things simply, I would rather a group of fanfic writers put RID together than whoever the writing team was. They could have made a coherent story with deep characters that actually address the ramifications of millions of years of war and lingering functionalist mindsets. They would have done the lore and the world justice even if there were no main characters popping up.

I think RID has so much potential, but that almost all of it went right down the toilet due to either the higher ups sticking their noses where they don't belong or because the writing team couldn't go two minutes without retconning or otherwise destroying established everything.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[saxandviolins77]

My top 5 favorite Bayverse designs

Just saw someone talking shit about Bayverse designs for literally no reason and comparing them to G1 without understanding the design philosophy behind them. (realism, alien-like, and modernization).

No, I don't condone Michael Bay's misogyny and racism, but I will always appreciate the effort the crew put into designing these robots, so here's a top five of my favorites:

5. Soundwave (DOTM)

Don't tell me this design isn't menacing as fuck. It just needed a little more color, but even then it isn't TF '07 Megatron levels of gray mess. Absolutely badass; it may just be my ideal Carwave.

4. Blackout (Transformers 2007)

The best Heli-former of the franchise, and he has the courtesy of being the first movie transformer to transform on-screen! This is one of those movie Decepticons that I don't mind being a grey blob (because he actually has color breakup); he wears it so well, and the kibble adorns him beautifully.

3. Mixmaster (ROTF)

The Constructicon-obsessed guy sneaked in a Constructicon. What a surprise! Ok, but seriously, this was between him and Bonecrusher, and even if I am more attached to the movie 'Crusher... Mixmaster is just a well-thought-out design. The big problem with the movie Structies is that they are a singular blob of color, making them look extremely generic, but Mixmaster's black-gray paint job looks absolutely gorgeous and makes him stand out. The fact that his silhouette looks more "exaggerated humanoid" than "creature" works great for me. I definitely like the mixing drum turning into shields; it's creative and it's fun! Also... TURRET SECONDARY MODE!!!

2. Jazz (Transformers 2007)

The '07 movie felt like the designers were really trying to be respectful with their designs for the Autobot team while still breathing new life and modern sensibilities into them. I really struggled to pick one of them, because they're all great! Yes, even Constructi-Ratchet. In the end, I choose Jazz... And yes, he does not TALK like Jazz AT ALL; he is a racist caricature of how a black man "might talk." I'd argue he has Jazz-like actions, but that's a whole other can of worms. Ok, design: It's great! A small stylish and athletic robot mode that moves fast and rocks a shiny grey paintjob and a sweet visor! Cool! His alt-mode is also perfect for him, ngl.]

1. Sideswipe

Better than G1.

"Damn, I'm good."

Honorable mentions:

Starscream (DORITO MAN WHO BREEDS IS AWESOME, OBVIOUSLY)

Ratchet (Constructi-ratch...)

Devastator (big monster... balls... big mouth grinder...😵‍💫)

Nitro Zeus (please... come back, bby girl)

Hot Rod (sadly, he's French)

[lightpinkbirb]

Inspired by this post, I felt like sharing my basic hear me outs as well.

I do wanna bring an Honorable Mention to the one who introduced me to transformers back in 2014.

(TFP)Arcee

Back in the day, a younger me only liked the female characters but while on YouTube I saw a toy review of an Arcee figure and it is what got me curious to check out transformers prime and I absolutely adore the character her design. She is just so sassy, beautiful, and a badass.

Right! Time for the goodies..

(G1) Ratchet

Now, my type tends to be either, nerds, serious, funny, scientist or a doctor. And they would mix either each other. Ratchet lands into the doctor/medic category. I also love his design and how funny he is. I also love the many variants of Ratchet but out of all of them, g1 will have a special place for me. I mean, he was one of the few that reintroduced me to the series and very easy to draw. If you ever wanted to learn how to draw transformers, for me, g1 Ratchet is a good one to start off with.

(G1/WFC) Megatron

Ouuuughhhh this absolute beast!! All variants of Megs are a beauty, but out of all of them, WFC Megs is the cherry on top. Jason Marnocha’s delivery in the show; deep, slow, and with a bit of a bite and growl in your ear, hhhhhhggh!!! As much as I love him, he’s a pain to draw; his shapes are so blocky and has a lot going on. I made the mistake of starting off with him first.

(G1) shockwave

Evil nerd evil nerd and love his voice and his design is very cool and sets apart from the other Decepticons. While I only drew him two times, he can be a pain at times but on good days he’s fun to draw.

Silverbolt

He is such a himbo and adorable!! But uh.. closer peeps will know why I love him in his.. uh.. design.. *COUGH* *COUGH* anyway, as much as I love him, his design is a pain!! He has way too much going on and I literally have to map out everything just to get it right. Why must he be so beautiful and so hard >:<

Skywarp

Love his ability of warping and his prankful nature is just a joy to watch, even if he doesn’t get a lot screen time in g1. Since the seekers basically have the same design, there all pretty easy.

Prowl

Ah yes this dude who got me into TFA. His voice and design is just such a beauty and very fun to draw. I didn’t think I would like the TFA but after seeing him popped up, my mind was instantly changed. Like silverbolt, close peeps would know… other reasons I like his design… anyway..

Starscream

Evil scientist and an absolute dolt!! I blame a friend of mine enlightening me to see the appeal.. you know who you are..

Wreck gar

The movie introduced me to the junkions and how they learn to talk and speak English. As an autistic individual I relate to them and I would be a junkion in the universe. Then there’s TFA Wreck-Gar… the boy is the embodiment of my autism and I honestly can relate to him. Plus he’s my favorite color: orange :D

Fanzone

Ah yes this strong cranky man. Also he definitely is a Smollet descendent. Look at that nose!!

Henry Masterson (the headmaster)

(Hopefully @totalownage42 isn’t here) Ah yes.. the gamer himself. Bro is literally a walking Dorito and he’s both fun to draw and watch on the show. After watching the headmaster comic dub, it really makes me wonder; were there more plans for him if the show continued? I was getting redemption arc vibes from the way he and bumblebee interacted. Man wouldn’t that be cool. Him fighting along side the autobots, walking around in his headmaster unit on cyberland- er, I mean.. Cybertron.. just imagine sari and bulkhead returning from the shattered glass dimension and they just see Henry there.. okay okay, I’m most likely getting too excited; but long story short: He is a kick ass and awesome character and I wish we got to see more of him.

Jazz

My more recent addition. I love how chill, fun, chill and cool he is in his different variations. But honestly, TFA Jazz just does it for me. I love his design and his fighting skills. I’ll admit; I wasn’t too crazy at first with his design; he looked too human for me. But overtime, I grown to like it.

[bluecookiesabi]

Excerpt for an upcoming Jazzprowl fic!

Prowl is at a meeting and Jazz is suspiciously absent. Surely he's not up to any trouble. 438 words

"—and that concludes my report. Any questions?" Prowl asks the room. Setting down his pad, he glances around for any raised servos, receiving none.

His eyes flicker to the empty chair beside him. This was usually the time where Jazz would chip in with some nonsensical question designed to test Prowl's patience, but the mech in question was currently missing, doing Primus-knows-what. Prowl would have preferred they waited for the mech before starting, but Optimus insisted that they continue, much to Prowl's displeasure.

He looks back at the others. Ratchet is doing his best not to doze, clearly uninterested in the topic at hand; Red Alert is joting down some notes; and Wheeljack and Perceptor, who at first glance seem to be attentive, are actually chatting in a private comm. Prowl twitchs a doorwing, mood souring. At least Ratchet was upfront about his disinterest. Thank Primus for Optimus, who was genuine in his attentiveness.

Another kilk passes, and Optimus stands up, gesturing for Prowl to sit.

He looks down at his pad. "Ahem. Thank you for that, Prowl. If that is all, then next on the docket is Wheeljack and Perceptor, I believe?"

The two scientists spring up, eager to start. Well. At least Prowl will learn what they obviously deemed so much more important than his presentation.

"That's right, Prime!" Wheeljack says, rummaging through his subspace, before pulling out a strange metal cube, covered in dials and switches, "and here we go! Now look at this!"

Ratchet startles, barely managing to stay in his chair as Wheeljack nearly smacks him in the face with his triumphant gesturing.

"Watch where you swing that thing!" He snaps, scooting himself back, "You nearly knocked my head off!"

"Sorry, sorry, got a little excited there! Didn't mean any harm, Rachet! Now, Perceptor, if you would do the honors?"

Perceptor nods, pulling over the rolling monitor board (which they keep in the corner for instances such at these.) Activating the screen, he plugs in a data card, and various diagrams begin to pop up.

"As you all are aware, Wheeljack and I have been tasked with devising a new form of containment field generators. We believe that we have made a breakthrough. Now, if you look at this—"

Prowl leans in, intrigued. While he still finds it extremely rude of them to have been chatting while he was presenting, the tactical benefit these new generators present has his own mind racing. His TacUnit has already started calculations, running through various scenarios and spitting out probabilities and statistics for him to review. Opening a note on his pad, he busies himself with writing

[thinkingheron]

Autobot Jazz Week Day 1 - Behind the Visor

Prowl looked up from the battle reports at the sound of his office door opening and frowned when Jazz shuffled in. "You should be resting."

"You sound like Ratch'," Jazz replied, aiming for his usual cheer but falling short on account of the mess he was in. Ozone burn marks everywhere, armor dented and torn in places, temp patches covering one entire side, and visor shattered in half, leaving one optic bare. The only reason Ratchet would have allowed Jazz out of medical would be because he didn't have enough room.

...or maybe Ratchet hadn't allowed, and Jazz just snuck off on his own when the medic was busy with others. They just had an intense battle at Kappa Pass, securing the passage between Iacon and Kalis. The Decepticons  had brought Bruticus Maximus, while Autobots from both Iacon and Kalis threw everything to defend the area and drive the Decepticons back south. Jazz had been in the thick of it, engaging the combiner directly, and it showed in every bit of his plating.

Prowl kept his disapproving stare until Jazz reached the couch for visitors and sank into it. "Has Ratchet discharged you?" he asked.

"I'm fine, Prowler," Jazz said, fiddling with his broken visor and coaxing it to come loose. Bits of reinforced crystals fell to the floor in glittering patterns. He wagged the unbroken end at Prowl. "And anyway, look who's talking. Optimus specifically told everyone those reports can wait. You're making the rest of us look bad by overachieving, Prowl, including Optimus himself."

Without the shield of his visor, Jazz's gaze was hundred times more intense. Prowl shuddered lightly. "I was not in the center of the fighting."

"No, you were blowing out that powerful processor of yours trying to keep track of and micromanage everything. Ratchet won't be happy if he has to treat you for headache on top of everything just because you don't know how to wind down."

Prowl flared out his doorwings. "I have to keep track of everything, if we are to win the battles."

He'd worked surprisingly well with the lead strategist from Kalis, and Autobot casualties had been at minimum as a result. He was proud of that, if nothing else.

"Ain't gonna help win the war if you burn out first," Jazz replied. He set aside the broken visor and fished out a replacement from his subspace.

Prowl watched Jazz examine the new visor critically, noticing tiny glints from shattered crystal particles still stuck near the saboteur's optics. Before Jazz could attempt to put on his visor, Prowl stood from his chair and strode around his desk. "Jazz, wait."

Jazz stilled as Prowl carefully brushed off the particles. Then Prowl took the visor and sat on the couch to get a better angle at lining up the edge with the connectors on the other's helm, making sure it was inserted in correctly. The visor, custom designed and built to be exact, fit smoothly and Prowl tried not to lament it when Jazz's optics went back to being hidden away.

The visor flickered as it integrated with Jazz's systems. He made minor adjustments for his comfort, then grinned.

"If I'd known all it took to get you away from your desk was to pretend I need help with this thing..."

Prowl gave a small smile of his own. "You are already too good at distracting me from work."

Jazz laughed. "Flatterer."

He shifted on his seat and leaned heavily on Prowl's shoulder, powering off his optics. "Well, I did come here to rest, actually, so let's see see if I can distract you just by recharging."

Prowl started to protest, but Jazz's engines were already purring contently, and really he wasn't wrong about that headache.

Later, when Ratchet came looking for Jazz and yell at Prowl for overclocking, he found the pair in deep recharge against each other on the couch. Tutting, he draped a medical blanket over them and left quietly.

[missmeltycat]

Ohhhh boy. Here we go. *Cracks knuckles*

Let me just start with the preface that I have been with TF since the very beginning and so my love for these mechanical goobers is so deeply rooted in my soul that my blood cells are Seekers.

Anyway... That aside, I suppose I should wiggle my way into some form of thing to express my feelings for them.

Hold onto your butt, this might turn into a bit of an essay.

Starscream

I don’t say this lightly or with any sort of warped pride, but I relate to Starscream. Some have likened him as my second braincell. This is something that stems from a long time ago where I struggled in life for recognition and desperately tried to be better at every possible moment. It’s a long story and filled with a butt-load of trauma and a**se and whatnot that I won’t add on here. This guy was one of those oddities where I was instantly hooked on him. I felt a connection, I felt a strange draw. I’m a massive fan of aircraft, so that definitely added to my fascination with him and his Seeker brethren.

I enjoy his nature, his hilarious moments of whiney ridiculousness. I also greatly enjoy some of the other arcs out there that explain his need for power as a way of earning respect, a way to finally be noticed for his talents and capabilities, but of the Decepticon’s own free will rather than subjugation. Something that deeply resonates with my past self.

This guy has had the biggest impact on me through the past few decades. Hell, I even created a dumb satire thing called the Starscream Family Chronicles that got popular once, based on him finding a human mate and having to put up with human family politics (Such as shopping for his new grandmother-in-law) while still trying to be the Decepticon SIC. To be honest, I should probably bring that whole thing back, it was pretty freakin’ funny.

TFA-wise, he’s just fun. As are every single one of his clones.

Oh, can I just say that Buscemi as his voice in TFOne was a stroke of genius. <3

Thundercracker

Oh, come on. He’s a Seeker. Instant hit! And blue is my favourite colour!

TC is a warrior, but I do love how they are fleshing him out to be more of a pacifist-minded guy who actually doesn’t hate everything. I remember back in the day he was quite brutish and had the whole bias towards grounders. I like how he’s more nuanced lately.

Skywarp

Back in the day, back when I was part of a couple of communities online that interacted and did some silly RPs together (One of which is where I actually met Derrick) my now husband decided to join in and played Skywarp. Ever since then, I can’t resist that SOB.

Thrust, Dirge and Ramjet

HURR DURR DUMB PLANES HOT. Basically. They’re like a harem of rocks for brains, but I love them.

Acid Storm

Going back to the aforementioned communities, when I was trapsing around with Derrick and Co on Formspring, that’s when my love for Acid Storm was kindled. You may know of the character I worked on (Ionia), well I decided to adapt her for RP purposes as a G1 Seeker. Despite the fact she isn’t anything to do with TF, it worked. Well, tl;dr: There was an Acid Storm RPer and the two interacted a lot and I kinda just… Began to appreciate the obscure character from that.

(Acid x Ionia forever)

Jazz

G1 Jazz stole my heart. As a dancer and music lover, his vibe and enthusiasm just worked for me. He was also extremely loyal, dedicated and capable, despite his nature, which proves that you can be so much more than one thing. Despite being a car nut, but one who is not fond of Porsche, I adore his Martini Porsche 935 Turbo alt mode. I love his visor too. And that smile. <3

TFA Jazz, while I was never fond of his helm design (The white cap design) I loved his body type and the face. It kept so much of his OG self while also giving him something that really matched his personality.

What can I say? I’m a sucker for Jazz.

Ratchet

Cranky boys have a place in my heart. I can’t help it. He’s just so OLD MAN CRANKY BASTARD!

Kup

Again OLD MAN CRANKY BASTARD! Aughhhh! I love him and that VOICE. <3

Ultra Magnus

Any Ultra Magnus is fine by me. I didn’t always like him. In fact, I actually used to find his huge optics in G1/G2 to be mildly terrifying. A bit like how I found Starscream mildly terrifying once upon a time when they did close ups of his face. But I grew to appreciate him. His size, his nature, the fact he’s self-deprecating despite his obvious skill. A humble, sweet, big guy with some PTSD issues. I love him to bits. TFA Ultra Magnus is just as OLD MAN CRANKY BASTARD for me. Gotta love him. His design is just… MMPH chefs kiss.

Megatron

OK OK OK, look. I can’t help it. He’s badass, has a great voice no matter which iteration you’re watching and he has PRESENCE. I admit that G1 and TFA catch my attention the most.

Optimus Prime

This one is definitely a guilty pleasure for me. He grew on me massively over the years. Plus, TFA Op has those lips you just wanna SMONCH.

Blitzwing

TFA Blitzy is brilliant. I love him and feel sorry for him in equal measure. Everyone seems to have a soft spot for the guy and I don’t blame them, but I will say it right now… Hothead is my favourite. 😉

Yoketron

Let me take you back to the Derrick era again. Haha. During that time a Yoketron account popped up and began to interact with everyone. My Ionia, being G1, had a hilarious little plot point where she slipped through a time rift allowing her to infiltrate the TFA universe, thus keeping continuity. (Continuity was everything back then, let me tell you.) She met Yoketron and the two interacted for a while. There were shenanigans, some drama surrounding Prowl’s tree which got them chased off the site and that’s how I basically grew to enjoy the character just a little more.

Henry Masterson

OK, look… This guy was me in the 90s/early 2000s. L337 speak was just part of my daily online and gaming life. Hell, I even had P|-|33r 73|-| |337 |-|4><><0r as my forum sig for a long ass time. I still even retain some of the lingo and occasionally slip back into it. (Don’t cringe too hard.)

Yeah, you can see where I’m going with this. He’s my other braincell. He’s just fun and does actually have major potential. Plus, human Starscream vibes, you know?

I remember the day Derrick posted something of him and I was like “WHO DAT” and he responded with “DON’T”. Haha. I guess I’m predictable.

Did I forget anyone?

Lowkey I wanna talk about your tfa "hear me outs" because they're so interesting ;A; sdfgfdfg

Oh, I'm always open to divulging my shameful thirst. Hahaha.

[loveofbots]

May I request MTMTE Prowl and a mech Cybertronian federal sparkling/youngling? If you are comfortable with it, of course!

I dunno what you meant by federal sparkling anon but I just gave Prowl a fucking baby I hope that’s ok /lh

Warnings: none

“What?” Prowl had seen a lot of things working as Autobot commander. This, however, was a first.

“I found a sparkling.” Jazz shrugged.

Prowl lets out a scoff. He scrunches up his nose at the barely formed bitty. It was still soft, it’s plating not yet fully formed. He could see gaps if it’s protoform between what it had. Chubby faceplate meeting the large and heavy scowl on Prowl’s faceplate. “And so you took it?”

“What else was I supposed to do!? Leave it wandering the streets of Praxus? Have a spark Prowl…” Jazz seems disappointed, further annoying Prowl.

“I have a spark! Just- this is not in my job description. I’m not a bittysitter!” He gestures over the silver and grey form, making Jazz throw up his hands in defence.

“Hey! Ratchet’s not here right now and you are the only one with authority to find where this sparkling’s from.”

“Not tru—“

“Anyways, Bee is waiting for me outside. See ya!” And without so much as a wave goodbye, Jazz speeds off. Leaving the commander alone with his new burden.

“JAZZ!” Prowl slams a heavy servo down on the table in frustration, startling the confused sparkling. Suddenly, it hiccups, It’s engine sputtering and it’s voicebox emitting an ugly, whining static.

“No, no stop.” Prowl demands, but the sparkling doesn’t listen, it only cries harder. The cold harsh tone of the mech does nothing to ease the bitty. “No… frag, calm down.” The officer resets his vocalizer. Seeing the bitty’s big blue optics fritz as it wails was too much. He had to do something lest it annoy everyone in the office.

He makes a movement towards the sparkling, having many false starts before his servos finally find a way to hold the sparkling. He was small, fragile. Innocent. He didn’t deserve to be so upset. “Hey, listen.” The sharp edges of Prowl’s voice soften a bit. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

Whether or not the sparkling could understand Prowl’s dialect was unknown. The change of tone thankfully had some effect on the shiny new sparkling. His tiny little servos grab out to Prowl, and the commander generously (if not hesitantly) complies.

Prowl thinks that the he and the bitty have the same attitude towards one another, if the awkward silence was anything to judge by. They stare at one another. Both unsure of the other.

“Hey.”

He tries to smile, that didn’t work. So he picks the bitty up.

“Gah?”

Primus, he didn’t even have speak recognition yet. The sparkling tilts it’s head in interest. Prowl sighs, opting to at least make himself comfortable while he thinks about what to do. His processor tries to formulate plan after plan, running small simulations and narrowing down what to do with the bitty. He places the small cybertronian in his lap, his servo holding him up.

“I guess you need a designation?” It was a start. “What about… Axel?” No recognition from the bitty.

“Okay… what about…” Prowl looks around the room. He spots a datapad, and his processor lights up with a few ideas. “Harddrive?” No, bad alliteration. “Pointspot.” Nope. Perhaps a shorter name?

“Frag it, Pen.” The sparkling looks up at him making Prowl guffaw. “Seriously, Pen? Okay then.” He sighs, looking back down at the bitty. His optic ridges furrow when he sees something new, often times sparklings grew incredibly fast. It should not have shocked him as they are also incredibly impressionable. But still… the little chevron forming on their helm was too hard to miss.

“Primus. What am I going to do with us?”

[anon-e-miss]

Kintsugi - Jazz realizes he done fucked up

Just because Jazz understood on an intellectual level why Prowl doubted him, it did not mean the doubt was a dagger to his spark. Everything that had come to pass since Jazz had filed for divorce, everything that had happened to Prowl, had been his fault. Though Chromedome had continuously sniffed after Prowl during his and Jazz’s relationship, Prowl had never been anything less than perfectly faithful. Chromedome would never have gotten his servos on Prowl had Jazz not divorced him. Jazz deserved the distrust, he deserved every doubt. By Primus’ designation, Prowl had frustrated him towards the end of their union. Every time Jazz had complained about the gigs he had to cancel or the parties they had missed, Prowl had said he would try harder. Harder had meant work harder, work more and Jazz had never once thought ask why? Their physical intimacy had fallen away as Prowl had been so tired by the time he got home and Jazz had been too angry. These bitlets should have been his; they had been talking about adding to the family while the Twins were still young and Prowl had talked about building up the nest egg again. When had that talk faded? A stellar-cycle or so before Jazz had thrown up his servos?

Jazz caught himself stroking Prowl’s helm as Ratchet went over the scans of the bitties in detail. They had all their parts, but even the femmeling’s development was delayed. Prowl needed a large increase of bornite in his diet to allow his frame to continue to set down gold wiring in the bitlets developing frames. As Ratchet went down the list of ores Prowl needed, the specific refinement of energon, Jazz felt Prowl tense. All of this was just to get the bitties’ development back on track. There was another list, antivirals, repair nanites infusions, along with rich fools to get Prowl’s frame condition improving. It did sound a little arduous and it would have sounded expensive to him and it was not cheap but the cost was not at all insurmountable. Between Jazz and Ori, they could do it. Even if Prowl would doubt it, Jazz knew without question that his originator would be onboard with any expense. He was a mech he collected strays and sometimes personally nursed them back to help. Punch was not going to begrudge a single shanix spent on the originator of his grandcreations.

“I’ll get that referral entered,” Ratchet said, Jazz nodded. “Are you sure you won’t allow me to admit you to the medicentre?”

“I am,” Prowl said. He shuddered and Jazz stroked his helm again.

“I’ll pay the bill,” Jazz promised him.

“I do not want to go to the medicentre,” Prowl’s optics teared. “I do not want to.”

“Ratch, me ‘n Ori can take care o’m,” Jazz said. “Ori’ll make sure he eats good, no one’s a better cook. I’ll make sure he gets his meds on time ‘n to any appointments ya want. I think... maybe Prowl’d do best wit the Twins ‘round to love on ‘em.”

“Is this what you want, Prowl?” Ratchet asked.

“Yes, please,” Prowl said. He sounded borderline desperate and Jazz just had no idea why. It occurred to him that Prowl had always had an aversion to medicentres, even for their twins emergences, Prowl had insisted on an emergence centre and an attendant, rather than a medic. When he had gotten winged by a stray round during a Syk bust, Prowl had not gone to the medicentre but had another enforcer patch it. Why?

“I want you to rest,” Ratchet said. “I don’t want you straining your systems with any kind of labour. You lay down in berth or you lounge on a couch. I want you to have your peds ups, relaxing at all times.”

“That’ll be the challenge,” Jazz said. “I’ll put the Twins to work as lead weights.”

They waited out back from their transport. Prowl leaned heavily on Jazz and not entirely consciously. Ratchet had given him a pain blocker to help with his ankle and the myriad of aches. He looked tired to Jazz, despite having recharge ten joors the previous dark-cycle. Knowing how little recharge Prowl usually operated on, he could not imagine how worn down he had become to be so lethargic. Ratchet had reassured them that Prowl’s glitch was stable and the fainting spell, or crash, whatever it had ultimately been, had likely just been connected to low fuel stores. It had come out over the prescriptions that Prowl had not fuelled for mega-cycles before Jazz had taken him home from the bistro. When he had been largely fuelling on the good slag, Prowl had been nourished enough to skip meals here and there when cases had been in fuel swing, but with zero fuel reserves, no extraneous mass and a twin carrying, Prowl’s frame was not capable of running on fumes.

“We’ll make ya an appointment with the bank when we get home,” Jazz promised as the Convoy rolled up. That was another thing Ratchet had impressed upon them, Prowl needed contributions urgently. The strain this carrying was putting on his systems was very real. His spark rate was low, though in Jazz’s memory it had always run on the low side, smooth and constant. Ratchet had nothing to compare his measurements to and he thought it could be bordering on too low. Transfluids and overload were the fix he needed.

“I do not want a stranger’s transfluids inside of me,” Prowl said, softly. He had his arms wrapped tightly around himself. “I do not want a clinician stimulating my frame response.”

“Ya need it, Prowler,” Jazz said.  “Gotta get the strain off yer spark ‘n frame.”

“I know I need contributions,” Prowl replied. “I know... I hoped... maybe you would help.”

“Ratchet’ll rip my help off my shoulders if he thinks ‘m takin’ advantage o’ ya,” Jazz said. “Are ya sure ya want me contributing?”

“Given all the ways you are otherwise, you might as well get something out of it,” Prowl declared. Jazz tried and failed to bite back a curse.

“Damn it, Prowl,” he hissed. “What I get outta it is seein’ the originator o’ my creations gettin’ healthy. What I get outta it is their smiles when they see ya. I’ll contribute, if ya want me to, ‘cause I wanna see ya healthy, ‘n no other reason.”

“So you say,” Prowl replied.

Prowl was absolutely infuriating. Instead of wanting to throw up his servos, Jazz wanted to kiss Prowl and he had no idea what he thought that would servo. Maybe it was because Prowl was infuriating him, Jazz scooped him up and carried him into the Convoy’s trailer. He frowned when Prowl shivered and held him close even as the transport rolled away from the clinic. Low spark rate, low temperature, it was all related to his inadequate fuelling but Jazz did not think that those were the only reasons. He held Prowl tight and revved his engine as he closed his vents, causing his temperature to rise. Heat radiated from his frame and Prowl dropped his helm to Jazz’s shoulders as he doorwings drooped. His optics dimmed to black and Jazz kissed his crest.

How ever was he going to fix this mess?

[autobotsparklight]

So, I recently bought an SS10 Jazz, and as all of my Jazzes need Prowls to accompany them, I decided to embark on a project to make one for him. This idea had already been brewing in my head for a while, so now I had the perfect excuse to carry it out. I had a base in mind already-this guy:

Protoform OP might not look much like Bayverse Prowl at first glance but he’s got the most important feature for me-the chest window placement. Bayverse Prowl has got that weird red bra-like design going and this figure is the only one that was close enough to it to work for me, making him the obvious choice for a starting point. Those awful monkey feet had to go, though, but more about that later.

After that was taken care of I needed a head and spent way longer than I would like to admit flailing around online, digging through files on 3D printing sites to try to find something that could work, either on its own or with some kludging together of multiple files as I’ve done before. I failed pretty hard and was at a loss, and then I had a lightbulb moment: I had a leftover Bumblebee movie Ratchet head from a custom Strongarm I did. With some minor modifications I’d have a perfectly serviceable movieverse Prowl head. (Pictured here with the very quick and messy test paint job I gave him post-modification.)

Now that the head was sorted out, I needed to find a few other bits. Bayverse Prowl has distinctly clawed fingers, so off I went to Cults3D again, and found some very nice Warhammer conversion parts that worked beautifully with a little editing, since he has three-fingered hands and not four-fingered ones. (I’m not going to talk about how many tries it took to get prints of those that were a) scaled correctly and b)didn’t lose any fingers when I tried to remove them from the printing supports.) Eventually I had some that worked beautifully. After that came the feet, which I put together from a base of existing TF parts files and more Warhammer conversion parts from Cults. (I’m also not going to talk about how long this took or the fact that I had to try three times to get the scaling correct.) They’re not accurate to what I can see of his feet in the comic, but I’m going more for vibes here than perfect replication and accuracy.

Using those and the wings from an AM-style printable Prowl I have saved, I put together a rough digibash of what I wanted to do. I eventually decided, once the figure was in-hand, that the Earth-mode wings would look too weird with the distinctly Cybertronian body and made him some new ones based on his Defiance comic appearance which I put together from an axe I found on Cults. These are what I had in mind at the time, though, so they’re what’s in the bash. 

Now actually having a plan laid out and the figure in hand, I started modifications. I took off all of the bits I didn’t want, and started changing the parts that needed some alterations to be closer to his comic design. First was the legs, where I added on to the top of the thigh at the hip ball. Then I reused some cut off bits on the front of the pelvis, and took a mould from another figure’s hip plate and cast in in miliput for the back. I ended up hating it and changing it fairly quickly, but this is what the initial modification looked like:

I also reused parts that I’d taken off to modify his back so that I could fit the new wings on and refit the lip that holds up the plate containing the socket for the head. Once I got that done, I took off the original hands, put the clawed hands on, and fit his upper torso together to see how everything was looking so far. Pretty good, I think.

I moved on after that, redoing the back waist using more bits I’d removed from the figure and adding details to the ab section to match the reference I’ve been working from, and adding some Lego car fenders to the shoulders for the same reason as well as cutting off those bits sticking up on the torso so that I can attach his missile launchers in their place. It was about then that I thought I was finished with the modifications, as everything was looking good to me. I was, alas, not quite done. I accidentally snapped off the peg on the end of a wing, so I had to do one last bit of modifying by cutting them down so they didn’t stick out so far and then making the mounting holes bigger to slot them in. 

Once that was done, I actually was finished and put him together to get an overall view of how he was looking compared to my main ref image. 

Pretty close, I think, paint or the lack thereof notwithstanding. As it stands right now, the hard part is done and I just need to wait for the white paint I ordered to arrive so I can get him painted up properly and looking his Prowliest.

[spymeister]

📽️ and 🏅 for good measure

First Series?

Generation One, all the way. My first taste of Transformers was as a Wee Jazz-mun back in 1989, when it was on syndication on the USA network when I still had cable. It was part of the lineup of Transformers, G.I. Joe, Jem and the Holograms, and Heathcliff.

I distinctly remember watching it, because holy crap- I didn't see the movie until I was a bit older, and remembered being horrified at OP's death on screen. (I had the Diaclone-Takara Jazz and Skywarp. I wish I still had them, but they were lost when I moved.)

Fell out of it for a while, and got suckered back in with Beast Wars. Fell out of it again, and then circled back around to it with the '07 movie, and then Transformers Prime.

So, I've always kind of orbited it- and usually cycle right back to it as a fandom of choice™.

Favorite?

Oh God, that's hard.

I'd have to say for the sheer story arcs? Probably Beast Wars. For funsies? G1. I love Dadimus Prime. For art and the two brief seasons it was together?

Transformers Prime. Megatron's design was always /chef's kiss, and so was Starscream's and Soundwave's.

Ratchet, of course, had been love since G1- and I was lucky to get Ratchet's Primeverse VA's autograph on a piece of art.

[sparkmender]

A ping comes through to Rung's frequency, clearly coming from Ratchet's comm. There's no urgency to the ping; it's not a call. It's just a message.

::Hey you. I just... wanted to let you know I'm doing all right. Or- well, I guess I'm not really all right. But I'm managing. It's hard to be here. Starting to wonder why the hell I got the bright idea to head out here by myself. Nothing's the same at all, but I guess you probably figured that already. Anyway. I don't even know why I'm sending this. Just wanted to let you know I'm still all right. I love you, but you already knew that. Give my best to everyone, dear. I hope I'll be home soon.::

Rung plays the message over again, just to hear Ratchet's voice.

If anyone knows what it's like to return somewhere you knew dearly only to find almost everything around you changed...

His dear amica. Even now while trying to find some part of himself he thinks long lost, he has a moment to spare a thought for little Rung, ever trembling and tender.

Well, at the very least he can let Ratchet know he's thinking of him too. He responds in kind, taking care to mark his message as low priority in turn.

:: Hey yourself. I'm glad you made it there safe, and I'm even more glad to hear from you-- whether you're really 'all right' or a little bit left or not doing well at all, Ratchet, I'd always rather hear from you than go without. Such is the nature of a spark prone to yearning.

About you going out there by yourself. I spoke with Megatron, and if you're alright with it, we'd really like to come over and meet up with you in New Vaporex, or come find you on your way back and give you some company. Megatron says he has a bottle of Corroder with your designation stamped on the bottom of it-- he may mean that literally, I think he's been holding onto it since a raid on a base who knows how long ago.

No pressure. You just let me know. And when you come back, I'd like to give you a proper tour of the baths under the Temple. Stars know you've earned it.

I love you too, and so does everyone else-- Jazz is probably going to try to pick my pockets to listen to your message himself when he hears you called. You'll be the first to know if he's successful.

Drive safe. ::