#transformers continuity soup

[kayak-mayak]

Little prequel to the Prime's Promise! :>

Kinda following the events of Bumblebee (2018) where OP and Bee are separated on Cybertron and reunited on Earth again, but in between these events, Bumblebee lost his voice. This is how I imagine Optimus would to react to that fact.

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[suzieloveships]

Megoplita's kids across the multiverse

Arcee: My parents's had many kids. You can tell that they loves us all the same, but you can tell there is some favoritism going on. Arcee: They always goes on about how they were blessed with me. Then she was gifted with Sari. Then They "had" Bee and Cliff. And they'll always remember the day they found Hot Rod and Mirage in the garbage can

[satyrn-exe]

magma doodle

[keferon]

So like. Decepticon Prowl anyone?

Optimus refusing to listen to Prowl because some of his plans are too cruel is fun and all. But Megatron refusing to listen to Prowl because being told what to do damages his fragile ego? Fire.

Basically I just did some research and realised that no. Prowl wouldn’t be loved and valued among the Decepticons. Because it doesn’t matter how genius his strategies are - there are barely three people who are able to take constructive criticism without throwing a tantrum. And Megatron is not one of them lol

Also him and Soundwave would be great work friends and you can’t convince me otherwise~

Bruh I almost forgot. Soundwave on the first art done by @/magmary 👍

[sparkp18]

HELLO EVERYONE I am ,, SO PROUD to finally present my designs for the guys :D

Individuals under the cut eheheh

I am genuinely so happy with how these came out AAAAAAAA and I’m excited to get back to putting them in Situations when I get the time <33

[beesinmymoth]

Soundwave having a normal mouth is heinous and blasphemous to me

[smokescreenimusprime]

not my usual but it was too perfect to pass up and the idea was NOT leaving my head. Decided to write a snippet for @keferon's IMMACULATE Mecha Pilot Jazz AU, though apologies if the charactization is a lil funky, this is my first time writing either of these characters and double apologies for the undoubted slew of grammar and spelling errors

but that aside, I hope you enjoy :)

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Is It Self Sacrifice If It's Not Really You?

Despite the cacophany of the battlefield, Prowl's scream cut through it with with the ease of a freshly sharped blade through flesh and found it's home nestled into Jazz's ears.

He barely had a second to look up, hardly more than a glance, but it was all he needed to make out familiar white and black.

A Quintesson, one of the smaller but more freaky looking ones, was looming over his collapsed frame. He was pinned, his back to solid rocky walls and the Quint at his front, jamming it's tentacles into every crack of his armour they could.

He was putting up one hell of a fight, but something was wrong.

"PROWL!" he shouted, shifting his weight in preperation to bolt. "HOLD ON, I'M COMMIN-"

But the screech of the Quintesson he was currently grappling with forcefully stole his attention back, barely any warning given before it's gaping maw latched onto his mech's forearm.

It pulled, joints and plates creaking with the strain but still holding strong. It shook it's head and Jazz brought a hand up to brace against the outside of the monster, if only to stop the arm from being completely ripped out of the socket. He landed a few solid kick as it lifted him off the ground, but it's movements were still largey effortless, like his frame weighed as much as a tin can.

Prowl screamed again. This time it was louder.

Against all common (sane) sense, Jazz looked away from his enemy and toward Prowl

Some of his external plating was damaged, gouges in messy circle patterns with rivulets of blue energon sluggishly bleeding out. He seemed to be smoking too, thin curls of smoke wafting off his cables. His eyes were flickering wildly, something Jazz had grown to associate with too much damage and too little power.

All of the damage paled in comparison to where Jazz's focus was.

Now, Jazz didn't know how these guys had their mechs built, but they could hold up to some serious punishment. Their engineers seemed to keep an even more meticulous eye on any damage, and Prowler and the other's all had frames clealy meant to last.

But they were all still vulnerable at their cores.

And the Quintesson's tentacles, sparking with a terrifying yellow and red electricity, were pulling and prying right at the plating above that core.

It was starting to show some give too, a testimate to the true strength of the offending monster. Chest plating, no matter the make, didn't come off easily, intent to protect the most vulnerable parts of a pilot.

The electricity was already frying his frame, if it got a straight shot of that to his chest-

Jazz needed to do something.

Jazz needed to do something.

But what, what could he do, whatever it was it needed to be quick, he didn't have time to finish off this Quintesson, there wasn't time for finesse, he just needed to go to help to F I G H T -

Jazz readjusted the braced positioning of his legs, thanking for what was probably the thousandth time the engineers who'd made the adjustment to give him more flexibility and agility, and brought his free arm high above his head.

And brought it down.

His trapped arm creaked, the plating denting and squealing as the metal controted, sparks going flying and red error messages flashing in his vision.

He did it again.

And again.

And again.

He made sure to keep his blows aimed at preciscely where he knew it was weakest and made sure to push with his legs as hard as he could, swaying side to side and focing the joint to bend in ways it had never been meant to. His movements became a dance to the orchestra of cables snapping and metal ripping and electricity cracking and his arm b r e a k i n g , the dance growing faster and more determined the louder the music played.

It felt like eternity, and the phantom sensation was disorienting. There was no pain, only uncomfortable pressure that built up and up and up, perfectly in time with the warning messages he forcefully dismissed. It was far from pleasant, but it was nothing compared to the cold burning terrified angry fight flight save him running full blast in his brain.

And with one final crack akin to lightning, he was free.

It was the furthest thing from a clean break, and to his mild surprise it didn't break at the elbow but rather a bit above it. In the second of freefall he had, he couldn't help but admire the shredded stump and mourn how he knew Ratchet was going to have his head for all the extra work.

He hit the ground in a roll and popped up running, stumbling and nearly falling face first into alien dirt at the sudden uneven weight distribution but he simply let his partial fall carry him forward until he was sprinting full speed.

With his remaining hand he grabbed the Quintesson and pulled, not letting go until it wasn't tearing into Prowl's front and instead embedded several feet in the ground. He dashed, not giving it even a moment, standing tall in front of Prowl.

The Quint got back up, enraged screeches and chitters coming out of it's mouth.

"Back off," Jazz growled back.

The Quintesson attacked, and everything became the hyperaware blur combat always became.

Dodge, dodge, punch, dodge, kick, kick, punch, dodge, jump, kick jump-

One of it's tentacles latched right onto the open stump and set a wave of electricity in.

His mech's vision went bright white, sparks exploding out even inside his cockpit and the smell of burning metal filling his nose. All the protective insulation was made useless from the direct route into the mech's systems.

Jazz jerked his arm stump back and headbutted it.

He got a tentacle to the face for his troubles, grabbers squeezing and cracking the visor. He planted his feet, one on solid ground the other on the slack of the tentacle, and pulled as hard as he could.

A decent chunk of the face came left it, not deep enough to affect any systems or his vision anymore than it was already damaged, but enough that it certainly wasn't pretty.

He kept more distance after that. Wouldn't do any good for him or Prowler if he got fried too. But the Quintesson was desperate, like a cornered animal, grabbing and clawing at anything it could gets it's tentacles on. The same gouges Prowl had began to litter his own armour as it kept making grabs, and the beastie even managing to get a few more much briefer electrical surges in.

It was obvious only one of them was going to walk away from this fight, and Jazz was not going to let it be the Quint. Prowl would kill him if he did

Finally he managed to get in a lucky shot, albeit at the cost of his feet. The Quintesson tried to get in a bite like it friend had, only to be met with the full force of Jazz's feet pressing them apart.

The teeth and other horrors might've torn through his feet but dammit if it wasn't satisfying to hear the crack as its jaw snapped and the body went limp.

The battle was still going on around them, but it was starting to wind down. A trio of bots had even started attacking the one Jazz had left behind.

The immediate area was clear, and there were more than enough bots he could shout out to for backup if he needed it.

"Prowler, you okay?" he said, though he noticed his voice had a bit of static lacing it. Maybe getting his face ripped off did more damage than he thought, or it could be lingering damage from the electricity. "Sorry it took me so long to come getcha, talk, dark and bitey kept me a bit occupied."

He wiggled his stump with a chuckle, leaning in closer. Kneeling down was difficult with the leaking hydraulic fluid and Quintesson salivia making it hard to get a solid grip, but with the current state of his visor he didn't want to risk missing anything on Prowl. To his relief, despite the extensive denting and electrical burns, Prowl's chest was thankfully uncompromised. Hopefully his mech was insulated

The electricity seemed to have done a number on his connection to the head though, the eyes were still glitching wildly and his normally expressive face seemed stuck.

"J-Jazz..." Prowl stuttered, and Jazz found himself frowning. Maybe Prowl got a bit more banged up on the inside than he thought. "You- your-"

His eyes were flickering wildly about Jazz's mech, and he could practically hear his friend's battle computer crunching away.

"Ah, don't worry bout that," he rapping his mech's chest with a fist. "This old frame's gone through worse. Nothing delicate got smashed, and I've barely got a scratch on me. Ratchet'll have me right as rain before you know it, so don't worry your pretty little head one bit."

"Speaking of, I'm gonna go find 'im," he stood back up, looking around the battlefield. "The fight's pretty much over, and I'm not sure if it's a great idea for you to be moving after all that zappy nonsense. Just sit tight and-"

"No!"

Jazz startled a bit at the sudden shout, looking back down at Prowl. The other man's mech suddenly lunged up, sitting straight and looking at him with wide eyes.

"Prowler? Is somethin wrong?"

"I will contact Ratchet," he says in a rush. "A comm message will be more efficient than searching on foot, not to mention I'll be able to tell him what to prepare for,"

Jazz raised a brow.

"Go right ahead, Prowl," he chirped despite his suspicion. He was fairly certain Prowl was hiding something from him, but prying would just make him clamp down tighter.

Prowl didn't seem like the sort to hide things from medics but...

He sat his mech down and leaned back against the wall. "You don't mind if I wait with ya, do you?"

Just to be safe.

Despite his initial assumptions, Prowl actually seemed to relax at his suggestion.

"Not at all."

[cowboydio]

Air Commander Starscream 😋 [wip]

[aznisure]

oh no, not me i never lost control; youre face to face

with the man who sold the world

[beeartsy]

Murder is not Scientific

(Part 1)

[kayak-mayak]

I may have bitten of more than i can chew haha

I dont know how to write fics so i made it into a comic! And my hand is about to fall off.

Part 0.5 | Part 2 |

This is a part 1 of my multiple-part comic fic, part 2 will come ...someday...(in more parts then one lol)

[tyriq-edits]

The War God and the Priest

A Megop Roman Mythology AU

Amulius drove out King Numitor and made Rhea Silvia, daughter of the aforesaid Numitor, a priestess of Vesta, so that she might remain a virgin. For he stood in dread of an oracle which declared that he should be slain by the grand-children of Numitor. But she, while drawing water in Mars' grove, received the war god’s attention.

CW: Mechpreg

Not beta-read.

"Sentinel, stop!" Orion begged, as he was being dragged out of the safety of Prima Prime's temple. His digits clawed in vain against the navy blue mech's merciless grip on his wrist. In fact Sentinel's grasp only seemed to tighten further. Orion was certain that by now the ruler of Iacon's servoprint had left a nasty mark on his wrist.

"Sentinel please! I can explain!" Orion beseeched, staring up at the mech he used to call his family with pleading optics. But his gaze was met with Sentinel snarling at him, his face scrunching up at the sight of Orion as if he had just found garbage stuck to the bottom of his pedes. And yet Orion could have sworn that he made out a small gleeful glint in Sentinel's optics. Almost as if Sentinel had been anticipating this very moment.

"Silence!" The acting magnus barked at the young priest as he kept dragging Orion behind him "And that's Sentinel Magnus to you!"

Before Orion even realised it Sentinel had thrown him heartlessly onto cold marble ground, knocking the wind out of Orion's pipes. The virgin of Prima laid there for a few klicks, sprawled out on the pristine white tiles, one arm wrapped around his stomach. As Orion dared to finally look up, he discovered where Sentinel had taken him.

He found himself on top of the rostra of the forum iaconum. A large platform in the middle of the city's busiest district. A stage usually reserved for political speeches, grand announcements from the acting magnus and... for public trials and executions.

Orion froze like a mecha-deer in headlights when he was met with the optics of hundreds -near thousands- of Iacon's citizens gawking up at the priest. They whispered amongst each other in hushed voices, yet the way some of them pointed their digits up at the stage, there was no denying who the topic of their discussions was.

"Citizens of Iacon!" Sentinel's booming voice echoed across the forum from behind Orion "We have gathered here today because this", Sentinel accentuated the last word by giving Orion a firm kick against the helm, making the priest tumble back down, his cheek smacking onto the rostra's marble tiles "Virgin of Prima Prime brought disgrace upon us all by breaking his sacred vows."

Gasps rang out all across the forum, the whispering amongst the people growing distinctively louder and more intense.

"That's right my dearest subjects!" Sentinel continued "He broke his vows of celibacy! And I assure you, these are not mere baseless accusations! For the evidence of his crime is undeniable." Sentinel raised an arm and pointed his digit directly at Orion's belly "He is carrying! Not only did he seduce some random mech out on the streets, straying his devotion away from the god he swore eternal loyalty to, to chase earthly pleasures! No he went as far as to get himself sparked! Beloved people of Iacon, I believe each and every single one of you knows the punishement reserved for a virgin of Prima who sullies the halls of Prima's temple and brings shame upon us all by breaking his sacred vow!"

Orion swallowed, his arms slinging further around his stomach. Brazing himself for the final verdict.

"Execution!" Sentinel and the spectators below chimed in a harmonious chorus.

"You are making a terrible mistake, Sentinel." Orion hissed through gritted dentae, as he tried to get back up on his pedes. His attempted was brutally halted however by Sentinel by kicking the priest with full force, pushing Orion flat on his back and holding him in place by putting his own pede on top of the blue priest's chassis. Making sure to put his entire body weight into it. Sentinel smirked, drowning in the buzz his own self confidence like alcohol.

"Funny coming from you, the one who actually comitted a grave mistake by letting himself get sparked, like a floozy instead of simply upholding his vows." Sentinel emphasised his point by rubbing his pede against Orion's chest, the screeching of metal rubbing against metal penetrating the priest's audials.

"Usually a virgin of Prima found guilty of your crimes would be burried alive and left to rot from starvation and lack of energon. But given I used to serve your sire Ultra Magnus before his tragic departure from this world, I will offer you a deal." Sentinel declared, leaning over Orion like a tombstone. The priest whinced as the pressure on his chassis started to become unbearable, his servos trying to get the new magnus' pede off of him. "I will make sure your death is quick and... mostly painless. If you tell me who your sparkling's sire is. Oh wait- Sparklings! You are expecting twins if I recall correctly?"

Orion punched his fists against Sentinel's ankle like a smith's hammer hitting an hot iron, in attempt to get the ruler of Iacon off of him, but to no avail.

"Get! Fragged!" was the only answer he offered, accentuating each syllable with another punch to Sentinel's heel. The acting magnus was hardly impressed by it. "You'll! Find! Out! Soon! Enough!"

"Uuuhhh I am shivering in fear!" Sentinel mocked "Do you really think whatever quick fling you had would come swooping in to save a hussy like you? You were probably just the easiest lay he could find. I feel almost sorry for you, Orion. Almost."

Suddenly Orion heard the telltale sound of Sentinel unsheating his Primax-blade. The priest's helm turned side wise and he came face to face with his own reflection gazing back at him from Sentinel's double bladed sword. Instantly Orion seized his punching and his frame became limp, his optics -shot wide open- still fixated on his own reflection. The severity of the situation finally dawned on him...

He might truly rejoin the allspark today.

"But you've convinced me to make your execution quick, nontheless." Sentinel snickered "Albeit it's just so you finally shut up and leave my pede alone." He put the tip of his blade underneath Orion's chin, forcing the priest to look up at him and look Sentinel in the optics.

"Give Ultra Magnus my regards when you meet him in the well of allspark." Sentinel uttered, just loud enough that only the two of them could hear it.

The navy mech grabbed his primax blade with both servos and raised it high above his helm. The blinding midday sun relfecting on it, the blade ready to come down on Orion at any moment like Primus' very own sword of judgement.

Orion squeezed his optics shut tight, readying himself for the blade to strike down and cut his helm clean off his shoulders.

Instead all that followed was the loud bang of a fusion canon, accompanied by the sound of a iron clattering against rostra's marble tiles and the screams of terror from the onlookers below.

Orion's optics came back online, he spotted Sentinel's sword laying at the far end of the stage, as if it had been tossed aside halp-hazardly.

Orion's gaze wandered upwards to the acting Magnus. Sentinel's optics were blown wide open to the size of saucers, his entire frame shaking as he pointed a trembling digit in front of him.

"Me-Me... Me-Me" Sentinel attempted to speak, but his voice box was clearly having none of it.

"L-Lord Megatron!" Sentinel finally managed to push out, before falling to his knees. Wether it was out of curtosy of coming face to face with the war god in the frame, or out of pure fear, Orion could not tell. And frankly he did not really care either way. Instead Orion took the opportunity to scramble back onto his own pedes, now that Sentinel was no longer weighing him down.

"Told you, you'd find out soon enough who the sire is.", Orion retorted cheekly, as he skipped over to the war god's side.

The grey mech instantly wrapped one arm around Orion, pulling the carrier of his sparklings close against his frame, while keeping the fusion cannon pointed straight at Sentinel with his other arm.

"Now tell me who you think you are that you can just snuff out the spark of my childrens' carrier?" Megatron asked, his voice low yet sharp enough to cut glass. His firey red optics stared down at the cowering magnus in front of him, a rage ready to burn down all of Iacon barely contained behind them "And then give a singular good reason to not cut you down right where you stand?"

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So as the synopsis and kinda shitty One Shot may or may not have made it clear: this AU is based on the story of Romulus and Remus’ parents: Mars, the god of war and the vestal virgin Rhea Silvia. From Roman Mythology.

In this AU Orion is the son of Ultra Magnus, the ruler of the city of Iacon. But one day Ultra Magnus gets assassinated in the middle of the night. So his second in command Senitinel takes over as acting Magnus. Sentinel then orders Orion to join the priesthood known as the Virgins of Prima (this AU's version of the Vestal Virgins), claiming that as long as Ultra Magnus's assassin is loose Orion is unsafe. So he must live in isolation with the priesthood until his sire's killer has been found and brought to justice.

But what Orion does not know is that Sentinel himself is the one behind his father's mysterious death and the only reason Sentinel forced him to become a virgin of Prima was to evade a certain oracle. An oracle that foretold that he would find his demise at the hands of the grandchildren of Ultra Magnus. So by putting Orion in the hands of the priesthood those grandsparklings could of course never be conceived. And even if they did, Orion would be executed for breaking his sacred vows before the bitties could be born. It was meant to be fool proof plan.

But of course Sentinel did not calculate in the chance that Megatron, the god of war himself, would be a factor in this equation.

So after being with the priesthood for several months (and let's be honest, it's Orion, so probably hating it) Orion is sent out to fetch some energon. So Orion tries to gather some energon from a natural spring in the woods surrounding Iacon.

But unfortunately that grove belonged to non other then Megatron who promptly appears behind the young priest and strikes up conversation with him. Megatron does not instantly reveal himself to be the war god, but instead pretends to be a gladiator named D-16.

The two of them start meeting in secret within the grove regularly and eventually fall in love.

I do not know how or when Orion would find out that D-16 is actually the war god Megatron but the fact of the matter is Orion ends up breaking his vow of celibacy and gets sparked by Megatron, leading to the scene you just read above.

I did not want this One shot to go on for too long so I ended it where it did. But that whole scene would end with Megatron being (somehow) convinced by Orion to let Sentinel live, judgement shall find him soon enough. And Megatron essentially just picking Orion up bridal style and carrying him off to Olympus where they can then raise their sparklings.

Eventually their twin sons Cliffjumper and Bumblebee are born and when they come of age they finally fulfill that prophecy and bring forth Sentinel's downfall.

Unlike the myth of Romulus and Remus however there is no fratricide involved simply cuz 1) It does not fit their personalities 2) There is no "fouding of rome" in this story that would lead up to it.

But yeah I hope you enjoyed this half baked idea. If you have any suggestions or ideas for this AU let me know! I'd love to hear it. Or maybe write your own version if my poor attempt at this inspired you in any way.

[fishleeks]

More under the cut!!

After inhaling noir detective films I have begun to throw it back up, now with transformers.

I haven't figured out the actual mystery of this AU yet, but the gist of it is that chase, something of a hobbyist lollipop man/traffic warden now that there isn't so much work for a not-quite-a-cop but not-quite-a-civilian.

When Chase started this side gig, the area was dangerous thanks to its popularity amongst speedsters and drag racers. But a guy with too much free time and the power to issue a dozen fixed speeding fines an hour was enough to discourage speeding in the area, and as a result accidents.

Despite his efforts, the history books remained the same. This area had a history of reckless driving. So when Chase is the sole witness to a frantic driver fatally crashing, he is the only one who seems to think this was abnormal. Without the power to press the issue, and nothing but some bits of potentially missed evidence stashed away crudely after the fact, Chase has no choice but to try and forget what he saw.

That is until Chase is visited by Nightbeat, a detective decidedly not authorised to be pursuing a closed case. But when Chase tells him he thinks there's more to this, Detective Nightbeat listens. And when Nightbeat asks Chase to help him with a minor errand- in the name of justice of course- Chase isn't aware of how deep this rabbit hole would go when he obliges.

[whatwooshkai]

https://www.tumblr.com/whatwooshkai/787344159706120192/i-havent-really-done-anything-for-pride-month-but

May I offer up Optiratch (Optimus Prime x Ratchet)?

“Patience, old friend,” Optimus murmurs, nuzzling his face deeper into the cables of Ratchet’s neck. “Mhm. Five more minutes.”

“Do not ‘old friend’ me,” Ratchet grumbles, trying to get his leg underneath him enough to push at Optimus’ broad chest. Predictably, it does nothing. “Shift change is in five minutes!”

“The world will not end if you’re a little late, my dear,” Optimus says, hugging Ratchet tighter.

“That’s what you think,” Ratchet growls. The more he contorts in his efforts to escape, the tighter Optimus holds him.

Ratchet has never once been and never will be at the mercy of his Prime- and he’s not above fighting dirty.

Jamming his fingers into the crook of Optimus’ elbow, he hooks two under sensitive wires and tugs.

Optimus yelps and his arms fly open, giving Ratchet the perfect opportunity to swing himself off the berth and out of arm’s reach.

“Well, since that’s over, I’ll be going now,” Ratchet says triumphantly, checking his internal chronometer. He’s still got two minutes, if he hustles he can-

-a grappling hook wraps tight around his waist, sending him flying right back into Optimus’ waiting arms.

“That was low,” he mutters once he’s got a secure hold on Ratchet again.

“That was necessary,” Ratchet snaps back, squirming to try and get an arm free. “I have to go to work!”

Just then, a comm crackles through from First Aid. .:Ratchet, where are you:.

Ratchet growls his displeasure, while Optimus gives a resounding purr in return. “Pain in my ass,” he mutters. .:Prime-shaped obstacle blocking my way. I should be there soon:.

.:No worries!:. First Aid chirps. .:Take as long as you need, you’re all good:.

Ratchet growls again, and feels Optimus smile against his backplate. “That sounded like you don’t need to rush, my love.”

“No, I actually needed to be there an hour ago-”

“Mhm, no,” Optimus drawls, curling tighter around Ratchet.

Ratchet is not giving up. No, no, he’s simply biding his time. Soon, he’ll escape.

Just five more minutes.

[ruindroddy]

Continuity soup

The soup is not all that yummy though-

[beesinmymoth]

Dog of the military