#paradox transforms

[cataqu33rz]

Made a huge realization at work, I'm on lunch break rn so forgive the messy formatting and improper language, I just want to get the theory out of my head--(Id like to revise/clean it up it later)

This feels VERY vaugly implied at best in canon, but wasn't the direction they were going for BUTbut the Wreckers are a queer allegory

Wheeljack and Bulkhead are elder queers who protested during the AIDS crisis. Ultra Magnus represents the age of purifying queer culture and trying to appease the masses into accepting queerness. Miko is the current generation, going back to protesting and taking action against people who want to suppress us.

[tomorobo-illust]

See hi-res version here: patreon.com/posts/tf-starscream-114678238

What's left to say? These prayers ain't working anymore ~ I hear you call my name And it feels like home Why YES, of course, I also went to see Deadpool & Wolverine. I meant to draw Deadpool and Wolverine things, but I was also stuck in Transformers land and my brain decided to make this instead.

Starscream FINALLY became Cybertron leader, but barely a day passed when he found out his timeline is dying because his universe's Optimus Prime is very GONE. No problem, just find another one and everything is fixed right? Congrats Starscream, you found the saddest one of them all 8D

The quote was inspired by this video I found regarding the Matter and Antimatter: youtube.com/watch?v=vXd3UY_F8OI

And this fantastic mashup of I've been listening to nonstop while working on this piece, "Ashes & like a Prayer - Ultimate Mashup (Edited Version)" by Penguin Performances: youtube.com/watch?v=GmDwgw2erDs

[guardianjameslight]

I hate when people say we don't get pure evil villains anymore while these mfs exist.

Additional mentions: The White Dragon from Peacemaker, Dreykov from Black Widow, Firecracker, Sage, Stormfront from The Boys, Airachnid from Transformers One, Voller from Indiana Jones 5, Moff Gideon from The Mandalorian, Sofia and Forge from D&D, etc.

[catalyst-creature]

Optimus Prime x Starscream x Bumblebee (Opstarbee)

Am I crazy? I feel crazy

alsoinspiredbyadreamihad dontaskdontaskdontask

[transingthoseformers]

Something i would like to see that i haven't in regards to continuity crossovers? Other continuities reacting to the Terrans

Twitch & TFP Megatron or even TFP Megatronus pre-war would be great

If it's pre-war maybe Twitch just thinks she's travelled back in time & doesn't even know it's a different continuity

OUGHH MY GOD NO I NEED TFP MEGATRONUS MEETING TFE TWITCH NOW🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

I would kill for an Earthspark time travel episode where they go to pre-war Cybertron, yes ignore my usual thing with time travel I think it could be cool and an interesting reference

Would Twitch recognize TFP Megatronus as a Megatron?? The designs are pretty different

I've absolutely thought about the present TFP cast interacting with the terrans (and Earthspark Megatron) (because reasons), because I just think it'd be such a trip for them

I need TFP Optimus to meet the terrans

Twitch meeting TFP Megatron during the events of the series, however... That could be interesting. So especially interesting. This Megatron is far different than the one she knows at home, and it's a Thing.

[bits-and-beasts]

hey! I'm looking around for artists who have comms open and might be willing to draw one of my oc's

but uh, so many people have "no mecha" in their rules, which I completely understand! but they very much are mecha, so I need help finding people who actually enjoy drawing that!

if anybody has recommendations or knows a guy who's opened commissions at the moment let me know!

[missmeltycat]

Some Recent Bullsheet

[kingofcaptura]

Bumble Bee by MykalGW2

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Captura'd a random player's fashion who I met at Maroo's 😜😅.

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[steelthroat]

I think that if Terminus and Optimus ever met, they would cause each other an aneurysm.

I want them to meet, obviously.

[kayzean]

Had the urge to redraw one of the first pieces I did, just to see where I have improved and haha wow yeah! Big improvement! Don’t ask about the bg lol, I cloud not be bothered

Plz don’t repost to other socials thanks!

Side by side comparison under the cut

[ask-one-orion-pax]

uh, Hiya! I'm Paradox, a Junior Archivist for the Hall of Records- I create and communicate with the security and helper drones there. . .? Dont worry, you're not in any trouble or anything! (not from me, at least) Buuuuuut. . . could i ask that when you rummage around in the History section that you uh, put them somewhere i can easily find them? I had to fly to the top of a warehouse to find the last one, since his jets were busted, the poor thing.

Oh, and I nearly forgot! Here, take this! Hands over a card It's an anonymous guest card, so next time you wanna look at any history, you can just swipe it at the entrance, and it should let you in no problem! (no breaking and entering necessary) It should also tell my drones to leave you alone as you look around.

Just don't take anything, yeah?

optics widen

Oh! Uh, yeah! Sorry about the drones! I’ll be more careful. If I can…

gasps and accepts the card

For me?! Ah! Oh my Primus, thank you!

[cataqu33rz]

I love reposting jazzprowl and ONLY giving attention to Jazz, neglecting Prowl like a bastard child frfr

[sapientiaspiritus]

In fide et in bello fortis. Etched not upon a mere stone tablet, but branded upon the very essence of her being, a preordained destiny declared even before the veil of life had lifted. To be strong in faith, yes, but equally so in war – a chasm of contradiction, a paradox that would become the crucible of her soul. Born into a world steeped in the bitter dregs of sufferance and the desolate wastes of despondency. Yet, within the tempest of her existence, her heart, that delicate and vulnerable organ, remained inexplicably untouched, a bastion of purity and righteous indignation against the encroaching darkness. A divine security against the devil's bargain, her continued breath a miracle amidst despair.

Imagine her, then, encircled by inferno, an eternal twilight of torment. Yet, she sits, not in screaming agony, but in profound, unsettling silence, a swirling vortex of agony meant to consume her and reduce her to ash, she sat, a silent sentinel of the human spirit. Age upon age the fires raged, but she, impervious to their destructive hunger, absorbing the world’s misery and transmuting it into something else. To befriend this crucible and become capable of understanding the whispers of forgotten ages, capable of communion with the divine. The fire, meant to break her, instead tempered her. The fire did not consume her, oh no! It forged her. Her skin, annealed in the heat, hardened into steel, a testament to her unwavering resolve, a testament to her indomitable will. Her voice, destined to crack and disintegrate under the pressure, retained its gentle cadence, a calming balm in a world perpetually screaming. And her hands, both tender and lethal, yearned to comfort the tormented, while simultaneously trained to withstand the most savage onslaught, capable of wielding both mercy and devastating power.

For the light, the incandescent beacon dwelling within her eyes, could never be extinguished. It was not merely the smouldering flame of pious devotion, but a conflagration ignited by a thousand fires persevered with body and soul together, a testament to her unwavering fidelity to love and an unyielding commitment to the service of others. This light, born of pain and tempered by faith, was the very essence of her strength, the source of her unending resilience in a world that sought only to quell her. She was a living paradox, a walking contradiction, a testament to the infinite capacity of the human soul to endure, to transform, and to ultimately, transcend.

[here-to-saturn]

did a pre-thesis survey and a few people had requests after answering!

[catalyst-creature]

✨Optimus Prime ✨

[ghostposting-hours]

Here have tf ocs as the fish :] Putting it under the cut bc I don’t normally write fics on this blog

Hazard chirped softly, small hands grabbing onto a hand much larger than his. His mother floated on her back, gently cradling the small shark and his siblings against her chest. The water around them was shallow, gentle, and warm.

His mother smiled a gentle, warm smile. Above them, stars twinkled and glittered like glowing plankton.

The peace was broken by a distant rumble. His mom’s face fell as she looked to the distance, watching as distant storm clouds rolled closer and flashed with lightning.

Suddenly, the ocean was angry. It no longer cradled them like it did before. The rain came and it stung like hell. It felt like needles against his gray skin, stinging over and over and over again. Thunder roared in his audials. He clung to his mother and siblings like a lifeline.

It’s a dream. It’s always this dream.

Despite that, his mother slipped away into the waves, disappearing like a ghost. 

Freezefire held his right hand tightly, tears silently streaming down the little orca’s face. Paradox held onto his back as tightly as she could, the flying fish trembling and hiccuping with each breath. Crux had her arms wrapped around Freezefire’s neck, the orca keeping their arm wrapped around the smaller beta fish. Savage grabbed onto his arm, the manta’s little claws digging into his skin. Havoc held his other hand, the other little shark barely holding on.

She turned to him and said something, but he couldn't hear her over the roar of the waves. 

A slow, horrifying realization dawned on him. Where were Feral, Tempest, and Typhoon?

The rest of his siblings were nowhere to be seen, lost to the waves.

You're dreaming. They’re safe. But it doesn't make you any less afraid.

The storm was pushing them closer to shore. Through the rain, Hazard could hardly make out a tiny, rocky beach. On all sides of the beach sat sharp, jagged rocks, prepared to spear any one of them on the hard edges.

He felt Havoc and Freezefire let go of his hands.

He panicked.

He tried to call for them but his voice caught in his throat. Suddenly Paradox and Savage were gone.

He began to cry.

The ocean was relentless. It was angry at him. 

No it wasn’t.

He was getting closer to the rocks.

The waves around him swelled and pushed against him, smacking him against a hard rock. Pain in his back blossomed as the rock scraped against his skin and fin, no doubt leaving scratches. The waves pulled back and pulled him with them. The waves relented and held him gently for just a moment before they came crashing back down.

Hazard closed his eyes tightly as the waves spun him in the water, constantly pushing and pulling him in all directions.

A wave slammed into him and he felt an explosion of pain in his face as he smacked face first into a rock. The edge of the rock scraped against the right side of his face, hard enough to draw blood.

You’re only dreaming but you can still feel the pain. It feels so real.

He passes out.

You’re still asleep.

He comes to on the little rocky beach, the rain still coming down and the sky still dark. You’re still dreaming.

Crux is hovering over him. Her optics are wide with fear, which softens upon seeing him awake. She says something that he can’t hear over the ringing of his audials.

He tries to sit up but the stinging in his back makes him lay back down. He tries to open his right eye but is met with blooming, burning pain. His face is wet and warm. I’m bleeding. But I’m still dreaming.

All of his siblings are around him, holding onto him. They’re sobbing and crying. Feral tucked themself into his side, the lionfish’s little spines gently brushing against his scraped up skin. Tempest was on his other side, the lancetfish’s back fin bristled up in fear. Hazard couldn’t see Typhoon from his position on the beach, but he knew that the little eel was close by. He felt the telltale little prickle of electricity that he felt whenever his little brother was close by.

They surrounded him. They all held him. They cradled him. They’re holding you right now.

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He awoke in the same pool he did every morning, just deep enough to cover him while he slept, with salt water that always tasted slightly off.

He was awake, in the same white concrete room he always woke up in.

The scars on his face stung momentarily, before the feeling faded away with the clarity of his dream. He could feel his heart pounding against his ribs, practically threatening to break out. Icy cold panic and fear crept through his veins. 

You’re okay. You’re safe.

The feeling of fear and panic took longer to fade as he glanced around, doing a mental headcount. Freezefire practically lay on top of him, their face barely above the surface of the water. In her arms she held a familiar ocean blue eel and purple lancetfish. 

A dark blue and pinkish red manta ray was pressed against his side, a deep blue and yellow lionfish snuggled safely in its arms.

A gray mako shark, a little red and purplish-gray betafish, and a magenta and green flying fish were tucked safely in his arms.

Everyone’s here.

We’re…we’re okay. We’re safe. We’re okay.

The last little remnants of the dream and the panic it brought faded away as he finished the headcount. 

He turned slightly, gently poking Freezefire awake to start the day.