#transformers mmd

[fakir070]

Testing some interesting models i found on BowlRoll (TF: RID)

Sideswipe: rid_sideswipe_2.0 - BowlRoll / Model Credit: Jari

Strongarm: rid_strongarm_2.0 - BowlRoll / Model Credit: Jari

Bumblebee: bumblebee_rid_2.0 - BowlRoll / Model Credit: Jari

Support Jari (the person who made the models) here!

[blueberry--zombie]

im so thankful mmd models of transformers characters exist

[gummy22]

The best part about any fandom, especially if its old, is there is MMD videos.

[nitrondusk]

Lil' Shiny Boi (Chibi Knock Out)

Hi again, everyone. I present Knock Out #45!!! I spent the past couple days making and adjusting this little guy from scratch in Blender! I've also made other TF Chibis, but all the others are from G1. (FYI, I am known as Lexaile on Youtube and VRChat :D)

He currently has no bells and whistles, but he is very cute and available as both a PC and Quest public avatar on VRChat! Enjoy!

[frostyfiend]

Hello and behold my latest VRChat Project... dont mind his unfinished textures lmao

[timecase]

Hello so a while ago I downloaded MikuMikuDance and had a horrible wonderful idea that I was able to bring to fruition with Nautica's Perceptor model and LeomarieMMD's Griddy file.

[midzurugi]

OH🤯SHIT😱‼️SERVETIMUS🫦CUNTE✨AND💫MEGASLAY✨ARE😩HAVING😳A😜TWERK-OFF🍑‼️BRING🥰IT😍BACK😘ROBOHOES‼️🤖👁️👄👁️

credits:

models: L2@オレンジニアP & よろづ)

stage: tamsoft & crimsonakato

motion/camera: sweetsosweet (edited by me)

fx: 針金P (scale) & そぼろ (motionblur)

[cyber-neptune]

First time using mmd and a moot request this.

Yes this is tfp Star getting his balls busted by my oc. This is stupid but hey, we got a good laugh out of it

This is based off of all those "mmd ballbusting" pics on deviantart

@jazzscuntyballs is to blame for this lmao

Close ups(?)

[puppetshack]

Autobot doll: Kitbash.

[karlohabagatstudios]

[MMD] I Wear The Crown But I'm No King (My Spinning Transformation Animation Test)

Just testing something with my own OCs in MMD. I kinda like the way I animate despite using the old (but mostly flawed) OC models I have. This video was inspired by "The Mask" franchise and the Super Crown trend.

LINK: https://youtu.be/3kPTINUBlDY

[blazeraptor]

MMD VILLAIN from Blaze Raptor on Vimeo.

Credits

Model:

Blackarachnia (c)Hasbro

The model is from the Transformers Earth Wars game. Extracted by Papercraftking - deviantart.com/papercraftking/gallery/43074233/transformers-3d-models Converted to MMD and rigged by me.

Available for download here - deviantart.com/blazeraptor/art/MMD-Model-Download-Blackarachnia-990014894

Song, Motion and Camera:

Song - K/DA - VILLAIN

Motion and Camera - K/DA - VILLAIN by Aki Hiiragi - youtube.com/watch?v=kKYHAI5aEPQ

Effects:

Diffusion7 - onedrive.live.com/?cid=EF581C37A4524EDA&id=EF581C37A4524EDA%21108

Stage:

MMD Stages by MMD3DCG - deviantart.com/mmd3dcg/art/MMD-Stages-329755646

[blueberry--zombie]

this is why free time is bad

[gummy22]

its them, in the decade old MMD

[beastkingdomtfp]

Worked all school day on this picture my avatar I use on Vrchat! Cant believe I was able to pull this off!

This is the original photo!

[vanillaxmochi]

If you ever think for a moment I know what I'm doing, I once spent 20 minutes trying to figure out why a material morph I was working on didn't change the color of the edgeline when activated, only to discover that the Black Edgeline morph was still on and that was why the new edgeline color wasn't showing

[starrywizz]

STARSCREAM X fighterpilot!READER

Part 1 Part 2

Disclaimer: One really mild swear. My 'Seekers are bigger most bots' agenda. Once again, I am googling all the terms I used so if they are incorrect, I apologise.

You regained consciousness somewhere above an ocean but it was hard to properly see out of the tinted glass. Your heart was pounding and your breaths felt short as you slowly looked around the cockpit you had suddenly found yourself in.

The harness was in a heap on the floor, tangled with the centre stick. Even without it on, you couldn't move due to the rapid speeds the jet was travelling at. One look at the spedometer and you paled. Nearing 1000kn and accelerating. Slowly, you fought the g-forces and reached out a hand for the throttle in an attempt to pull it back. Your hand gripped onto the cool metal. Right before you could pull back the throttle, the radio spit out static. On the screen in front of you, where the MMD should have been, was a purple figure that, if you squinted, might have been a face.

“Enough of that.” A cool voice called out from all around you.

Of course. You were inside a jet. A jet that had once been a robot. Or was it a robot that transformed into a jet? It didn’t really matter. Either way your heart was racing and a cold sweat dripped down you back. This was how you were going to die, wasn’t it. No fanfare, no goodbye, just 400ft above an ocean inside a giant robot jet thing.

It was likely no one would know. Your family and friends couldn't be told, not unless the government wanted to explain the existence of robots that can turn into things. Unless the government didn't know? No. Your superior knew, didn't he. The brief look of horror when he'd seen the jet had been telling. So what would they say?

The jet's sudden incline caused you to yelp and the robot thingy growled. It's voice sounded oddly masculine but that strange thought was quickly overshadowed by sheer terror as the jet accelerated harshly, travelling at well over 1500 knots now. That was over two times the speed of sound, wasn’t it. You were thrown back against the seat, arms limp beside you. Your head felt like it was swelling to 5 times its normal size. Your vision narrowed to one spot, the scowling purple face before it faded completely.

You awoke sometime later, head pounding, surrounded in a cold grip. There was a slow, methodical clanking every second. It wrenched you from the exhaustion that had been pulling at your body and you slowly opened your eyes. The floor was a good 20ft below, a dark metal surface covered in weld lines. With each clank, you were jostled slightly, so you reached out a hand to steady yourself. You touched something smooth and cold, eyes widening as something snarled. The sound was deep and animalistic, touching something primal within that screamed at you to run. The grip tightened and you braved looking up, frightened and dazed.

Crimson eyes stared back at you, joined by a disgusted scowl on the face of the robot who held you within sharp talons. This was the jet that took you. It had the same glowing eyes atop a strong, sharp nose and pretty, full lips. It opened its mouth, as if to speak, before it snapped it’s head upwards as a door opened ahead with a loud thud. The force of it spread from the floor, up through the robot’s hand and into your body causing your teeth to rattle. Loud jet engines whirred to life, an oddly comforting sound amidst the living nightmare you were suffering through. The robot holding you entered the new room and you looked around.

There was another one.

Sitting on a throne was another robot. This one was a dull grey with angry red eyes. On its legs were… tank treads? Well, you thought, If one robot could become a jet then a tank must be possible too. The grey robot had the same squinty purple face on its chest and a cannon like thing on its arm. Once it had risen, you saw that it wasn’t as tall as the robot carrying you but much broader. It spoke but the sounds that came out of its mouth were so harsh it had you shivering as goosebumps rose on your flesh. The plane robot answered with words just as harsh and inhuman.

The robot holding you lifted you up to look into your eyes, “What do you know of the Autobots?”

Fear gripped your throat tight and all you could muster was a petrified squeak.

The robot’s scowl deepened but something else was on its face too, “The Autobots?”

Somehow, you managed to utter one measly word, “What?”

The grey robot roared in frustration, a sound that made you freeze and the other robot tense for just a moment. The grey one shouted out in the mechanical chatter again before a deep purple light was emitted from its cannon. The robot holding you backed away quickly, never facing away from the grey one. Your robot growled in frustration, long legs quickly taking you both away. It turned down several corridors, all of which were made of the same dim metal, as its engines roared louder. It finally entered another room, dimly lit again, and set you down on a desk. It snarled again, sharp fangs showing. It seemed like your body had reached the limit of its fear because you found you weren’t as scared as you should have been.

“What are you?” You called out quietly. You were struggling to hear yourself over the noise of the turbines but the robot turned.

“I am a Cybertronian.” You must have looked confused because the robo—Cybertronian sighed, “I am an alien from the planet Cybertron.” Not a robot then.

“Oh, do you have a name?”

The Cybertronian looked down at you curiously, “Starscream.”

Something inside of you wanted to laugh. That was the furthest thing you expected an alien to be called. Perhaps it sounded nicer in its language but you doubted it.

“Well then, Starscream, why did you bring me here?” The alien scoffed, “Lord Megatron wanted to see if any of the locals would know the location of his dearest enemy Optimus Prime.” Oh dear, the names just keep getting worse. “But you are clearly useless.”

“I’m sorry?” You replied, unsure of what else to do.

“Thanks to your blinding stupidity I am now stuck on this mudball for even longer while this blasted war drags on.”

“Yeah. Life on this planet can be pretty shit, especially if your boss is that scary.”

Something terrible flitted across Starscream’s face before he snatched you in one clawed hand, bringing you close to his face and screaming, “I am not afraid of Megatron!”

A quickly as the fear had disappeared, it returned. The force of it overwhelmed you and you began to shake. Something in Starscream’s red eyes shifted and he placed you back down on the desk, somewhat gently, before storming out of the room, leaving you to the dark.

It took hours for you to unravel, tight muscles screaming when you moved them. You were alone with no idea where you were or how long it had been. You didn’t even know if Starscream would return or if he was leaving you to die. You wiped your tears and began to desperately plead for his return.