#transformers : stranded

[testo-alphas]

Boy to man transformation done right. No sane person would look at Robin Strand in 2025 and think he is the picture of health- that was never the goal. He is, however, the poster child of unbridled masculine power. He will be lucky to place highly in any bodybuilding contest for the rest of his life, that build is not what judges in any category are looking for, but luckily for him this swollen gorilla aesthetic he has embraced is indeed what submissive women AND men crave, so he will never be short of admirers. We know from back in his early days as a bodybuilder, when he would do cam shows, that he has a big uncut dick. Even though his balls have now been atrophied to raisins by the roids, a huge fat alpha cock can easily pay the rent.

[quibbs126]

You know, it’s funny how these two are both considered iconic versions of their series’ characters, meant to be cool and evil and intimidating

But in reality they’re kind of pathetic losers who can’t get over their exes and are way too obsessed with killing their rivals, to the point where it’s honestly detrimental to their causes

And they both came out around similar times too

[mertensia]

A bunch of Moonracer doodles! Plus a holoform design for her !

she’s so underrated I love her sm :)) I need to draw more of her forever and ever

[cybertron-after-dark]

it is so important to me that people are aware tfa Blitzwing knows the Gilligan's Island theme song by heart.

[mistermalaprop]

finished au crosshairs art & talking about the stranded au

continuing from this post! want to start reading? here!

w/ the text and then-

no text! finally, he's all colored and pretty!

anyway, i know this idea is a bit niche and weird but i’ll talk about it here:

the fuck is this idea, mal!?

you don’t have to shout :(

but in summary: the stranded crosshairs au takes place after an alternate timeline in age of extinction (2014) where lockdown + cemetery wind was successful in nerfing almost all decepticons and autobots on earth. lockdown does not get defeated and humans are still assholes, yippie! crosshairs, being crosshairs, nopes the fuck out when optimus prime gets captured and executed— and drift comes with, because literally everyone else is dead… including the yeagers :( i’m sorry, but the government would kill them all.

the two are on the run in space for a couple months or years, but they get inevitably captured by lockdown and— oop! that’s all i’ll say about that.

this incident ends up with crosshairs’ spark being transported via a tear in the well of allsparks and he wakes up in the rid 2015 universe!

ohh okay okay.. but what about crosshairs himself?

crosshairs, in the live action movies, is a fucking jerkwad arse lmao and i know it. due to story reasons, his behavior is mellowed out and he’s not as obnoxious (we still need rid15 sideswipe to be that #1 nuisance) or violent. he hung out with drift for years alone in the middle of space, he picked up a few things!

well, not as violent towards other bots i mean. after cemetery wind back in his own world, he is distrusting of humans to a lethal degree (rip danny and russell) and hates being touched. i wont get into too many specifics, but just know he’s a tired, blunt bastard that just wants to sleep all day (it’s the depression and chronic attachment issues).

he starts off alone in the story but gets picked up into the bee team (against his will).

other info!

i’m happy to answer any questions about anything in this au (characters, relationships, story, etc) via the ask box. i like answering questions <3 other comments and concerns are also not minded :)

also! design wise— because i love designing things and talking about design choices— below is how i’d imagine the parachutes to work. i wanted to keep the paratrooper aspect of his original character since i liked how unique it was!

i hope it makes sense, because it was funny to draw.

i had fun drawing that, it’s silly.

and that’s all i got for now! here is my current poster for this au— in color and black/white! since i’m planning on it being a little comic thing with some writing (maybe).

[megtrns]

megtrns, could you please write about a first contact au with a alternate time period with any of your faves? (ex: first contact au but make it regency or western? the already culture shock with human lagging behind to the bots is a bit big, but now with a slightly more rigid ideals and society is fascinating and i can’t help but think about a pride and prejudice au or medieval era bc literal knights in shining armor) of course these are just thoughts, so feel free to just write about anything, or ignore it if it’s too complicated. regardless, thank you for sharing your writing and take of yourself! have a good one!

a/n : hi anon ! so so sorry this took such a long time. the reason was because i had to go through several tries before settling with this because i absolutely adore your idea!! i've thought of something similar in the past so i got so excited doing this request and wanted to do so much that i ended up scatterbrained. so if you're okay with it, i'd love to make this into a mini series. so this shall be part one and the next ones will include a regency and/or midwestern era . again, thank you for such a lovely request ! i hope this was what you wanted and have a nice day !!

stranded time au ft. the lost light crew part one : ultra magnus & the medieval era (sfw!)

00. The theory of general relativity proposes that time doesn't pass at the same rate everywhere. With that in mind, Cybertron is an ancient and archaic planet, its galaxy a graveyard of heavy celestial masses that once existed long before the birth of our solar system. Due to strong gravitational fields, time passing through Cybertron is slower than time on Earth. And because of the war, emergency escape pods would have pre-calculated coordinates to launch their users to planets where time flows faster. So that if any Autobot or Decepticon were to survive and return, years spent in the corner of that universe would be nothing more than a few days.

This was how Rodimus & co. find themselves stranded on Earth, jumping through different timelines to save their friends. Through a very unfortunate (and avoidable) accident, the ship had collided against the planet's upper atmosphere as it attempted to land. (Because Swerve wanted to watch the concert of a human band he's obsessed with and begged Rodimus to go until his vocalizer fried.) As a result, the docking station for the escape pods were breached, followed by a leak in the quantum engine that had ignited a series of them to explode — causing a chain reaction that created 'holes' in time where the missing crew members had fallen into, leaving them scattered throughout different historical ages.

With most of the ship (thankfully) intact, Rodimus and team must race against time to bring everyone home, leaping from one century to another (and hoping that the 'time portal gun' the simpatico duo had whipped up won't explode in their faces).

01. Having been on the unfortunate side of the ship that had shattered upon impact, poor Ultra Magnus was launched all the way across Europe during its middle ages, at the height of its Capetian dynasties as it stands at the end of the crusade wars. Dropped in the heart of a dark and grim forest where not even sunlight pierced through the foliage, Magnus had stumbled into a small battle. It didn’t take long for the enforcer to realise that he had accidentally intervened in the attempted kidnapping of a princess from a nearby country.

Once he finished scaring the bewildered men away on their horses (a sight he found barbaric), the princess was left by his pedes cowering in fear. In an attempt to appear less intimidating, Magnus had stepped out of his armor, feeling exposed if not undignified — yet understanding that at least this way she could look at his optics. However, this gave her the impression that he was a knight sent by the Lord to rescue her.

He wanted to correct the human (courtesy of the universal translator), but she was already prostrating by the surface of a nearby rock to pray in relief. Tears dramatically streaming down her neck. With nothing to lose and no signs of his ship, Magnus relented and spent the next few days carrying her through rivers and mountains to return the princess to her limestone castle (somewhat nervous that this breach of protocol would permanently alter the outcome of a thousand-year war). 

But when was the last time anyone ever looked at him with such admiration and awe, even when stripped of his armor? She saw him for who he was — ser minimus, she called him — her champion in shining, metal armor. During the day, he was Ultra Magnus, the giant that fell from the sky. In the night, when she leaned against his side for warmth, delicate and shy, he was just Minimus. And under the pale moonshine where she drifted to sleep against his shoulder, he was reminded of how nice it was to be just Minimus.

For days they trekked through the wildlands, staying under the cover of canopies and steering clear of cities that permanently carried the smell of burning flesh and rotting wood. This was a time of plague and famine, and Magnus couldn’t help but pity her. Because despite the comfort of her velvet drapes and high towers, she would continue to live and die in a time of war and death. He knew too well what that felt like.

Once his little quest had ended and the princess was safe and sound behind gilded gates, it was time to say goodbye. And much to her court’s fascination (and fear), Minimus had dropped to one knee to kiss the back of her palm, once, twice, knowing that this was expected of him as a knight — and that this was maybe the closest souvenir he could have from her. And just as he rose to follow the signal that suddenly appeared on his radars, she had leaned forward on her toes to kiss him. He knew he should pull away, as signaled by the choir of scandalized gasps that erupted around them. Maybe it was the pity, the proximity, or the validation he gets from seeing her gaze up at him with intense devotion, but Minimus found himself doing something incredibly reckless. Back aboard the Lost Light, Rodimus disclosed they knew where to find him thanks to a very interesting painting from the 13th century depicting a princess and her (supposedly fictional) green knight hanging in present-day museums.

" So...Magnus. Are you as good as a kisser as they paint it out to be or was that just the dramatic effect of the ‘renaissance’?" 

(Somewhere behind them, Megatron chimed in to correct Rodimus that it was actually 'pre-renaissance.' He didn't seem too happy when Whirl called him a nerd.)

Magnus refused to answer his Captain's question despite the incessant teasing, choosing to leave the room (so no one could catch him smiling).

[pileojunk]

So this top design I drew out from the writing in Higgs’ room because I love that silly lil man and all things related to hieroglyphs, I’ll be getting this piece tatted on the 7th next month and im way too excited about it pfft

And this one took forever to draw out but I have been obsessed with the film 9 since I was a kid and will be making a booking later next month to get this piece omlll

And around my birthday in April I shall be getting my babies next to some of my older tattoos on my forearms that are from watership down BUT ANYWAY I’LL STOP BLABBING IVE JUST BEEN SAVING LOADS SO I CAN KEEP ADDING TO MY TATTOOS SO THIS IS GONNA BE FUN

[transformers-synergize]

Where is Optimus prime & Megatron

On Cybertron continuing the war effort, as far as our earth-stranded autobots know, but they have been in stasis for a very long time, so none of them can fully say for sure what those two are up to.

[fixer-mixer]

More BlitzWing art! ^w^

[blueshirezz-2]

Transformers human characters wip

[eggariesalad]

local elite guard experiences precipitation on earth

[zeeckz]

[mistermalaprop]

Stranded AU: Prologue. Next Chapter: N/A (Go Here for Announcement; this post will remain up for archival purposes only)

…

“it’s all wrong.” crosshairs could barely hear his own voice over the rushing of energon in his audials. it was like his body was ripped apart and put together in rapid succession; pieced back with little care nor patience. it hurt, everything ached and burned.

but it was nothing compared to the sounds around him. there was nothing but black and white, yet he heard whispers of hundreds, thousands, perhaps millions of voices, speaking different words from different languages, yet he understood what they meant.

“i’m sorry.” crosshairs heard it in the back of his mind, repeated over and over again, as his body began to lower.

as crosshairs falls against something hard, something sturdy, it all goes quiet.

[just-someone-online]

Dammit, maybe I need to give idw another chance

For them...

[tf-animated-out-of-context]

[pileojunk]

Tattoo updates! So I’m honestly madly in love with the work my artist does with the artwork I give her and these all look sick so far so I’m excited to keep adding to my transformers ones and I’m also thinking of maybe getting another death stranding one but idk what yet