#Integration of transforms

[saturnstrays]

WAKE UP LIBERAL!!!! I made you breakfast <3

Happy Valentine's day except I am soo late:3c blud is fuel or whatever

click for quality PLEAASE and shares appreciated 💗

vers with blood VVV

[vainvaiheart]

and they were rivals (and they were rivals)

[monochromeia]

also this?

killed me. murdered me to death. im no longer the same person

[kneadingmaths]

[specialagentartemis]

under-realized horror concept from Danny Phantom #714298: ecto-acne.

In the show it's basically a joke. Haha! Vlad's life-ruining ghostly medical disaster... was acne! The proto-portal accident gave him ghost pimples! This is relateable humor for teens!

But damn when you think about it. There is ectoplasm, the very essence of something dead, rolling and roiling under your skin. Your living body is trying to reject this dead thing that is part of you; your skin bubbles, warps, pops under the strain of your body trying to reject itself, your body trying to force this otherworldly thing out of you. Your skin is twisting and cracking as it slowly kills you, your body destroying itself trying to get it out.

But from the outside sure, haha acne, right

[theangrycomet-art]

Playing with my ferrari!Moonracer idea.

COMMISSIONS OPEN

[redsea8me]

an actual plot is forming in my head for my TF Enterprise we are so back boys (first things first is figuring out how to draw everyone in Star Trek 😭) but essentially after the Enterprise and co travelled through some sort of electric gaseous space cloud (id fucking know man) it wakes her back up from statis and she finds that not only is she infested with organic creatures but she’s also in the MIDDLE OF NOWHERE

In an attempt to remedy her situation, when they reach the next Star Base she had already preemptively made a false identity (Ena Preime) to work as an engineer so she can properly interact with the people she’s forced to house, she’s quick to take a liking to Scotty bc he’s so determined to keep her in good shape

though… pretending to be human is only so easy when you only have an avatar made of hard light to work with

[redlettermediathings]

[holographic-mars]

cywhirlgatewave

Which one of y’all said this. Fess up

[windydrawallday]

⬆️ The MAIN REASON why I watched the show ⬆️

And I personally feel like something similar happened here to what happened with TFA and TFP Ratchet? Ya know the quote "This version walked so this other version could run"? Because I respect and enjoy TFA Swindle a lot but this one forged enough charm and even surpassed it in his own way? Idk Idk pretty pretty con man bot and super entertaining to watch! Luv him to bits 💜

[vainvaiheart]

I need Tarantulas back in the next batch of earthspark episodes 🥺 his dynamic with Nightshade melts my heart

[transingthoseformers]

Been thinking, we need to get gayer about cybertronian weapons when so often cybertronians themselves have integrated weaponry or associated altmode

[kray-zay]

Theirs a isopod transformer named powerhug, POWER HUG!!!!

I'm so happy

[pchelik-please]

How sad that I ,a person with a robot hyperfixation, can't draw fucking robots or any machinery.

[swap-tech-enterprise]

Twitch Integration Part A, Customer Swap Stories #3

Special Thanks to @changinghands for submitting these images!

Recently, Twitch introduced a new integration with Swap Tech Enterprise that when enabled, at the end of the stream the highest donator would swap bodies with the streamer for a predetermined amount of time on the streamers end. John had heard about this and immediately started looking for a stream that had this enabled so that he could potentially experience a real life body swap. As he looked through all the current streams happening with the feature enabled, he came across dollthighs stream.

As people joined his stream, he let them know about the new feature and that he has currently enabled it. He also informed them that once the stream ended, the top donator would get to spend 2 days in his body, allowing them the chance to lead a stream on their own before switching back. John knew this would be the body he wanted to experience for a couple of days and joined the stream. Immediately, donations started to pour in and before he knew it, thousands of people will jumping on the chance to have just a couple of days in dollthighs body. As the stream started to come to an end, John sent a donation for 5,000 dollars came in, the highest dollthighs had ever seen in his time streaming.

“Well it looks like we have a winner!” dollthighs said as the notification popped. He mentioned that he would be ending the stream now and that the donator could expect to be in his body within the next couple of minutes. Once the stream ended, a notification popped up on John’s end stating that dollthighs had accepted the terms and conditions of the swap, and now all that was needed was his acceptance of the terms and conditions as well. He quickly skimmed through the terms and conditions and accepted them. Before he knew it everything went dark. As he came to, John noticed he was no longer in his room, but in a room where the walls to the ceiling were covered in dolls! He knew the swap must have worked and quickly ran to the bathroom. Looking at his new reflection in the mirror, he began to rip off his clothes in excitement! 

“This is going to be the best 2 days of my life” John exclaimed as he ran back to computer to start up a stream and play some video games! 

[witchofthesouls]

wheres the throwing sparklings posts???

I hadn't specifically talked about it, except in this ask and made short references in various AUs and Seekerkin posts, so here's a snippet with the Nesting Instinct fic. (Heads up, Thundercracker and Nova Storm are femmes. No outward difference, besides being far larger than the mechs.)

The other Aerialbots went off without a hitched, joy overtaking any sense of fear and anxiety, cheeping happily once caught below.

Silverbolt, however, wailed. Flailing as he dropped in the sky, screaming even when safe in Thundercracker's arms. Face flushed blue and optics frightened to pure white, vents hiccuping and gasping as the Seeker worked out the hysteria and terror flooding the immature and frazzled EM field. Her frame purring comfort and safety to her charge.

From the distance, sympathetic cries came from his brothers, the gestalt-bond channeled the emotional distress and fear, and from the Stunticons, who were feeding off the Aerialbots' sudden bursts. Skywarp, Nova Storm, and Ion Storm were busy wrangling nine upset sparklings.

Acid Storm carefully landed near Thundercracker. The soft landing with no glass on the sand beneath his pedes was a testament to his skills. Concern painted across his features as he said, "We didn't go as high as the others."

Thundercracker crooned her engines to let the soothing rhythem pull the tension away from Silverbolt as she replied, "That's why it's best to do it before the film-blindness fades. Vision is then given too much priority."

There were other reasons, too. But she kept those unsaid.

:: A flyer that fears heights is a sorry sight. :: Thrust rasped through Thundercracker's personal comm. :: Perhaps it's a good thing. All this is a temporary measure. Eventually, they'll leave us for the Autobots. The last thing we need is for the Aerialbots to become formidable enough to rework our tactics. ::

Silverbolt whimpered, jittering spark desperately trying to self soothe and reach out, afraid of being rejected. She mourns the visceral reaction, something that shouldn't be happening as she steadied him, allowing him to flow into herself, nudging him to latch on and never let go. Silverbolt then chewed her collarfare, little denta scrapping away as he winded down.

The Seekerkin were scattered to the winds, few and far in-between among the Autobots, but by some strange twist, a handful were still active on Earth.

Yet none of them stepped forward. Not the chatty sharpshooter nor the gambling smoothtalker nor the spy... Not even the Autobot SIC who's responsible for managing them as the highest rank Seekerkin of the faction. He should have, at the very least, delegated the task to one of the others.

If they had, then the age regressed Aerialbots wouldn't have responded as powerfully to her own presence as they had. Nearly grabbing the tentative and flayed ends of her tattered bonds with a frantic edge.

The details could no longer be ignored. The Aerialbots never responded properly to her cues, nor engaged in specific behaviors and mannerisms unique to Praxians. They were completely frozen out. Seemingly unwanted and unclaimed without anyone to explain their quirks and instincts. Bumbling around as newbuilds with wings too stiff or fluttering too easily with unrestrained emotions, their formations were a mix between instinct and human pilots, their education nonexistent...

And that was too unforgivable.

:: No, they won't. It's written plainly on their sparks. Even if they were taken back, they'll return to us. Far sooner than later. Seekers will seek. ::

:: Yes. Seekers will seek. :: Thrust repeated the ancient expression, slow and seemingly to himself. Non-Seekerkin constantly misinterpreted the saying when it was truly about a Seeker's drive to the flock. Even a lone one will go search out for a community to bond. Thrust may argue and undermine Starscream, but no one could deny that he was very much a proud mech of his heritage and lineage. :: Perhaps the Aerialbots will seek us out. ::