#damus of tarn

[emberfriday]

who do you see in the reflection?

[smatterbrained]

Some redesigns of the worst guys ever

[pericardium-and-glass]

Tarn memory loss AU. Damus is a sweetspark that's too trusting of others.

[angryfrog-g]

evil girls

[absoluteminimum]

Oops fuck sorry I've dropped my 'what if Shockwave and Damus actually had a cool mentor-mentee relationship' headcanon/AU

[iszapizza]

I’ve been thinking about the contrast between glitch and tarn and it’s so funny yet so sad

[sad-in-nature]

Been reading @revelboo tarn x reader fic

And I decided to drop a bit of some animation art for them 👉👈

I will try drawing my fav parts from your fic 👀

Tarn doesn’t want your weird dog

(At least not yet)

Anyways I love you fics ❤️

[myrmyr21]

So I've been drawing a lot of Shockwave lately...

(Yes that is baby Damus and teenage Tarn. Shockwave has his work cut out for that one, and his parenting skills are... look he tries his best okay)

[emberfriday]

miners Amp and Damus✨✨

[berrystarred]

Has this been done?

[titanva]

I'm a huge Transformers fan, always have been. This is one of the many scenes from the comics I've always wanted to dub/edit together and I figured I'd share it here! Hope you guys enjoy :D

[ily-cheetah]

random sketches :]]

[woradat]

Dear, memories #1

PT1(here) — next ->

SUMMARY - He didn’t think he’d ever see you again. You weren’t exactly sweet and kind to him—in fact, you were pretty much the emotional equivalent of a punch in the face. And yet... weirdly enough, he found it kind of refreshing

THEME - angst, drama, slow burn (I meant it)

PARING - tarn x reader, damus x reader

Tarn has been many things in his long, dramatic, and very loud existence—power, leader, enforcer, Decepticon, devout fanatic. And yet, after all these millions of years, he still found himself... mildly surprised to run into you, of all bots, on some random dirtball of a planet his team landed on for snacks and a breather

To be fair, he hadn’t exactly expected to meet anyone from his old life. Especially not you

Mainly because most of the bots he used to know are very, very dead

And yet here you are, strolling back into his life like a ghost with attitude. Part of him—the twisted part that he usually tries to keep under wraps—wanted to wrap his fingers around your throat and see what kind of sounds you’d make. Would you beg? Plead for mercy? Or would you still be the same insufferable bastard, spitting in his face like the good old days?

Ah, memories

Back then, Damus was just a helpless little nobody—ostracized, bullied, shunned. And what did you call him again? Glitch. Charming, really. A nickname that reeked of mockery. But Damus couldn’t do much about it. The weak didn’t get a say. Or the strength to fight back

You both started off in Shockwave’s little institutional hellhole for rejects. Outcasts together, sure—but you made it very clear Damus was the bottom rung on your social ladder. And he accepted that. Reluctantly. If Mirage was prideful and smug, then you were a walking cautionary tale on what happens when arrogance gets drunk on its own ego

You were the emotional punching bag kind of bully—he was too sweet, too soft, too damned kind to stand up for himself. And that made him perfect for you

So at first, Tarn told himself it wasn’t you. Just a bot with a similar frame, similar paintjob. Surely the universe wouldn’t be that cruel

But the more he stared, the more time ticked by, the more sure he became. Oh yes. That was you

The asshole from the past

But Tarn is no longer Damus. He’s grown. Smarter. Wiser. He knows not to pick a fight over the ghosts of yesterday. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder—how’ve you been these past few million years?

Not out of concern. Please. Tarn's pretty sure concern was surgically removed from his emotional registry eons ago

.

.

Then the crash happened

Of course. What’s a scummy dive bar without a little chaos? There was yelling, clattering, and a full-on brawl because a fragile-looking blue bot had the misfortune of spilling someone’s drink

And of course it had to be that guy—the angry drunk with the loudest voice and the least self-awareness

He didn’t look like he was going to let it slide. And that’s when you stepped in

If Tarn had eyebrows, one would’ve shot straight off his face

You? Helping someone? Willingly?

“Act like that again and you won’t have hands left to swing,” you growled, twisting the drunk’s arm till he yelped like a malfunctioning servo

Rude. Violent. Effective

You de-escalated the situation—more or less—and the bar returned to its regular mix of chatter, laughter, and background noise. You got a few thank-yous. The drunk got a free lesson in not being a jerk. And Tarn?

Tarn was trying very hard not to stare

Spoiler alert: He failed

His red optics followed you like a stalker with a philosophical grudge. And eventually, he stood up and walked over

“May I sit here?” You didn’t answer. Just stared at him like he’d tracked mud onto your face. Charming, he thought (sarcastically) But he took the silence as a yes. He knows how to play this game

His giant frame folded awkwardly into the seat beside you, nearly breaking the poor thing in the process. It was almost funny. But no one laughed. Not with his reputation

“That was... brave of you, back there. Helping some random bot you don’t even know—”

“What the hell do you want?”

Ah. There it is. That sweet, nostalgic hostility

Tarn blinked, a little thrown. You always did have a gift for turning words into weapons. It worked back then, and it clearly still packed a punch

Damus would've flinched. Tarn? Not so much

“Relax,” he said, voice like steel wrapped in silk. “I was just appreciating your bravery. No one else in the bar was going to step in. Am I wrong?”

“No. Just a bunch of cowards. That bastard’s only talent was being loud and annoying. I did everyone a favor”

“Fascinating”

And he meant it

.

.

You were still all rough edges, sharp tongue, and zero tolerance. But you’d grown too. Matured, in your own, uh, special way. You’d learned things—just like he had. For him, it was strength. Purpose. Becoming everything Damus wasn’t allowed to be

And you?

He wasn’t sure yet. You were different, but still you

You helped the weak now, apparently. That was new. Tarn’s optics scanned your frame for any insignia—nothing. No Decepticon badge, no Autobot scrap. Nothing

Neutral, then? Disappointing

He would've bet his mask you’d be one of the first to dive headfirst into the war for the sheer drama of it all. Guess he didn’t know you as well as he thought

Then or now

And that made him... curious. Very curious about you

[shockstarcels]

at that point it's no longer about the cause isn't it? it's about how he betrayed you. he molded you into this, and discard your entire being as if you were never there. he thought a few words can make it right. he's wrong, and you are the proof for that. it's not something he can hand waved. it's something he has to confront.

[macabrecrowlady]

[aecholapis]

October 18th - Prime and Protector

Tarn / Optimus Prime

For the @tfrarepairing fest 2024