#ss frametype oc

[dimorphodon-x]

Wanted to digitally go over one of these sketches

Starbright belongs to @cuppajj

[ipanictomuch]

Drew a couple sketch’s of my oc’s :) on @dimorphodon-x magma

[cuppajj]

Got around to a fullbody for Starbright! It's also a slight redesign but not by much

SS Frametype by @dimorphodon-x

[dreaminganomaly]

Star Seeker oc - Stardust

The Star Seeker frame type and lore belongs to/was made by @dimorphodon-x

Thank you a lot for them for giving permission to others to make oc's ❤️

Background is kinda messy but anyway

[shrimpscream]

Cosmic cry got an overhaul!!!

They’re an oc based on the starseeker frame type created by the lovely @dimorphodon-x (they’re really cool go check them out)

And they needed a bit of a fix. Some color changes like taking out that weird purple-ish and there were a few design inconsistencies I didn’t like

I also did sum lore updates:

So I changed a lot of stuff like for example how they got their name [during their time with the cons they hunted down quite a few mechs and killed them after pulling them out of their ships cause no one can hear you scream if you’re in the vacuum of space :) ]

Cc is a former resource hunter on the bots side (cause they ended up with a pretty mean group than only called them 605 cause that’s their designated number) who deflected to the cons and then later decided to fly solo

Brain decided they talk shit but they’re still really into space

They do a lot of body mods and will build just about any type of mod,

want optics in the back of your head? They can do that, extra limbs or a ridiculous amount of guns? Sure, why not, want your optics to blink in every color you can think of or your spike to shoot lasers? Sounds freaky enough, their in.

But remember, installing cost extra and they won’t hesitate to take their mods back if you don’t pay up (no guarantee there won’t be any casualties)

[maydays-medbay]

I finally hopped on the train of making a Star Seeker Frametype OC (albeit a little late...)! This is Starbramble, who's generally on the quieter side and prefers to stick to himself when he can, though if you can make friends with him he will always be by your side! Unless if you backstab him, in which he will never forget or forgive you. He's notorious for holding longwinded grudges. The S.S. Frametype belongs to @dimorphodon-x! Go check out their work, it's really amazing!

[soundcrusher]

I gave my Starhopper Starfall and now she won't let go of him.

She loves him.

Star Seeker frametype and lore by @dimorphodon-x also, Starfall is their character.

(Been sitting on this for a while now, but had to courage to post it. Mostly because I'm unsure about Starfall, but eh. Better late than never.)

[midnightsnackblog]

Went back and redesigned Half Moon!

As always the Star seeker frame type belongs to @dimorphodon-x

- He’s in a constant state of anxiety, thanks to him being an ex decepticon scout and the fear of the DJD coming after him, which he knows he won’t stand a chance against.

- Half Moon is small, so small that when standing next to an average seeker it’s a wonder to how he’s small. He’s 17 ft tall.

- Being defective seeker also comes with the inability to fly so his wings are pretty much useless.

- He’s very insecure about him being defective as well as being unable to fly.

[sztefa001]

My boi StarShade, star seeker frametype by @dimorphodon-x. He's the smaller assassin type.

Gave up on trying to draw him properly so just went straight for the colors. Had no idea how to choose them so just used this palette generator. Might dull/darken the blue later but for now that's it.

More info below (not all that much, it's the first time I have name+design before story and background), cursed meme for those who manage to get till the end:

For now his story is kinda backwards - I know that eventually he ends up in a dance group Neon Shadows (based on groups like MPLUSPLUS or Light Balance, more on NS hopefully later) but before that happens I need to marinate him in some good 'ol character developing angst.

Ghost, shadow, phantom, cryptid, camo... many terms for just one guy with one neat outlier ability - super stealth. Combine it with being a massive fraggin liar and you get Starshade.

Idk yet who found and onlined him, what they needed him for and how he was trained. But I do know he lies amazingly and casually so much that not even a lie detector can get him. Because of that he gets tied up in the war as a spy. Doesn't matter for which side 'cuz then he becomes a double spy. Then triple and quadruple and and and in the end you don't know who's side he's really on.

He doesn't know either, nor does he care. All he cares about is himself and to steer all trouble away, to confuse others and manipulate the situation in such way that he's never the suspect.

At first he doesn't care how much chaos he causes as long as the consequences don't reach him. But after some decisions that fucked over some peeps he didn't want to get fucked over he does some thinking and decides to de-escalate conflicts instead of escalating them. Basically he figures he just wants the war to end now more than ever.

Because of his job he's a loner, which is a shame 'cuz he's very sociable and loves hanging out with others. And dancing. He loves music and dance. Sadly he can never be completely honest with others and never feels like he truly belongs to any group.

Eventually I want him to have a stealth car bf and also get him adopted by a flock of stealth seekers. And then join the Neon Shadows. Surely they won't regret taking in an ex-spy-but-acc-just-a-liar-coward-traitor. What can possibly go wrong? You can't tell me those golden eyes can lie. Surely his past won't come to bite him in the aft.

Ahem anyway...

His super stealth includes:

engine and ventilation are very quiet

colors can go from mostly gold/magenta to dark mode (pic above) and he prefers it that way

hard to detect by both cameras and radars

can be taken for freshly deceased even by a medic as his spark is harder to detect as well

naturally moves very quietly without even trying, may spook others by accident by just walking into a room without announcement

For now that's all, have a meme now:

[mech-mantis]

An itty bitty update on Starstruck

some updated info in the workshop

[dimorphodon-x]

Currently away from my computer so have some traditional art, but I was working on Lovestruck’s design and this happened🤷

Starbright belongs to @cuppajj

Enjoy the swan hugs 🦢

[ipanictomuch]

Strike a pose!

Just Starburner posing in a pretty way. She doesn’t do this much but here she is..😌

[cuppajj]

Brainstorming Starbright's design as a dancer under Scrapwing... I might have leaned too far into the swan idea lmao!

[dreaminganomaly]

He's happy

[shrimpscream]

Depression decided I’m allowed to draw again so I gave cosmic cry a bit of an overhaul both in design and backstory (I’m also working on a new ref sheet)

[soundcrusher]

Starhopper's Logbook Entries Part 4

Never thought I would get to write something about my girl Starhopper again, but inspiration hit me.

It's a little bit different than the other three entries, but I hope those interested will still like it.

If someone wants to read up on the other parts, here they are: 1, 2, Icarus, 3

Star Seeker lore and frametype was created by @dimorphodon-x

Starhopper and Icarus are my star seeker ocs.

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Logbook Entry 188:

The ghost of my brother has been following me for more than a week now. At first, I couldn’t make out much. He was a shadow most of the time, but then he became clearer, and I could make out his form.

He really looks like me, or at least we look similar. Which means there must be more of us! I am not the only one of my kind left in this galaxy!

I have a - --------

Starhopper placed her pen down, as she turned off her data-pad and let out a soft sigh. She couldn’t write, not when someone was staring down her shoulder and watching every glyph she put down. It didn’t feel right to write about her personal thoughts, when someone was watching. Even if that someone was long dead.

“I… don’t want to sound rude…” Muttered Starhopper quietly, as she awkwardly shifted in her stool to have a better look at the gold and dark blue mech behind her. Keeping her optics fixated on the visor that hid her brother’s, as she clutched the data-pad closely to her chest. “But… writing is a little hard when someone is watching…”

Her brother was quiet for a moment, before letting out a faint chuckle and bowing his head. “Ah, my deepest apologies. I did not intend to intrude into your personal space. I was merely interested in what you were doing, little sister. It has been long since I was able to openly interact with someone.” Said the other Star Seeker, as he walked over, or more like floated, to the nightstand where Starhopper kept her sparse belongings and picked up the crystal Magnolia. Twisting it in his digits as a small smile graced his lips. “Let alone someone like us. You would not believe the misfortune our kind shares when it comes to being, well, us. Sometimes I wonder if our kind wasn’t cursed by our creator after all.”

Starhopper tilted her head at the mech. Ever since he became more visible to her, he’s been nothing but a mystery. Oftentimes he spoke so differently, almost as if he went through more millennials as anyone she has ever met. But when she asked about it, all Starhopper got was a laugh and a shake of the head, before he explained how that was impossible for him. Either way, her dead brother was a strange mech.

“But if our kind is cursed to have bad luck, then why was I lucky enough to meet you?” She asked innocently, placing her data-pad down and standing up. Taking a few steps towards her brother, before being stopped by a comm. The two owners of the inn needed her to start her shift earlier than usual, and Starhopper wasn’t a femme who wouldn’t help someone in need. “Ah… ehm… I guess we will have to continue later. Sorry. There’s a troublemaker down there.”

“Do not worry about our conversation. I will still be here when your shift ends. After all, a dead mech can’t go far.” The dead mech said, as he turned towards Starhopper, only to catch her rushing out of the room quickly. Forgetting her spear in the process and causing the mech to let out a soft sigh. “One of these days, she will forget to bring her wings.” He muttered, before picking up the weapon and leaving the room himself. Keeping mostly to the shadows, as he floated down the halls and towards the front of the inn. Something that usually wasn’t necessary because of him being, well, a ghost and thus not seeable for most others, but a floating spear would be quite the sight. Especially when everyone knew that it belonged to Starhopper.

So, he stayed in the back. Holding the spear that once belonged to him, while watching Starhopper deal with the rowdy patreon.

“Please, sir. You know the rules of the inn.” Said Starhopper, as she held her servos up in a harmless gesture, while the guest kept on shouting at her every kind of profanity he could think of. Although, the taller femme did not once shout back or try to deny anything the other shouted in his drunken stupor. All she did was talk calmly to him, while trying her best to not accidentally hurt the mech when she grabbed his waist and picked him up. Saying a quick apology to everyone for the inconvenience, as she carried him outside.

However, Starhopper came back after a while and was quick to walk past everyone and into the back of the inn where her designated ‘break room’ was. Granted, it was nothing more than a big enough closet, but Starhopper never complained. And it was closer to the main area of the inn than her room, should something happen. So, she didn’t complain.

Either way, the ghostly mech was quick to follow Starhopper into the break room. Leaning the spear onto the closest wall while chiding her like an older brother for leaving it behind in the first place. Although, his next words died in his throat as he turned around and saw her holding her side. Energon seeping out from between her digits. “Hopper… you’re…”

“Y-yea… he had a knife and I… I didn’t notice it…” Starhopper chuckled, as she pressed down on her wound with one servo, while she rummaged around in search for the first aid kit. “A-ah… I must have startled him. I mean, no-one would attack unless provoked or scared, right?” She asked, but as Starhopper got no answer from the dead mech, she turned to look at him. Concern written over her face, as she saw his blank expression. “B-brother?”

“You are such a naive fool.”

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me! You are a naive fool for even thinking that this was not done with malice! Hopper, that mech yelled insults at you when all you did was treat him with kindness. He HURT you, when you did nothing wrong!” Starhopper flinched back at her brother's outburst. Never has she heard the dead mech yell or sound this furious. Yes, sometimes he wasn’t happy about how she dealt with certain scenarios or how she always put herself between fighting guests, but never has Starhopper seen him this angry. Not in the short time they have known each other.

“B-but…”

“NO ‘BUTS’! Mechs like that, they do not care Hopper. They do not care at all! They are cruel, they will hurt you, and they will definitely offline you the second they have the option to! Why do you think I am dead!? Why do you think my people are dead!?” He didn’t mean to scream or yell at Starhopper, he truly didn’t, but seeing her hurt like this, it opened up wounds in his ghostly spark that haven’t healed yet. Especially when he could have done something. He wasn’t like other ghosts of their kind. He could interact with the living. He could touch them, he could mess with them, and yet, he didn’t.

“It is because of mechs like that… someone like you has to suffer Hopper…”

“B-brother…” Starhopper started, but she was silenced by the ghostly mech’s raised servo. “No more words Hopper. We should get you fixed up, before you head out again. I am sure that the two owners are already worried about you.” Was all he said, before taking the first aid kit from Starhopper’s shaking servo and starting to patch her up. “You’re lucky. The wound wasn’t too deep, but you should still tell the owners about what happened and see a medic.” Starhopper only nodded. Too scared to say anything, in fear of upsetting her brother even more.

Although, his words still made her wonder about some things. Which mechs was he referring to? How did he and his people die? And why was he following her around? Shouldn’t he be in the after spark by now?

She might have said the last two questions out loud, to which the ghostly mech only chuckled like he usually would. Seems like his anger has already passed.

“My spark, it has always been a little bit off.” He explained, while finishing patching up Starhopper. “I cannot explain it, it just was easier for me to do certain things. But ever since I died, those things have become even easier. I suppose you could call me an outlier, although a dead one.” There was a chuckle coming from him, before it turned into a sad sigh. “Who knew that I had to die in order to figure that out… Any more questions?”

“Yes, but only one.” Starhopper said, as she looked from her patched-up wound towards the dead mech. “What’s your name? You never told me, and I would love to call you something else than just ‘brother’.”

For a moment, there was silence, until a smile formed on the ghost’s face. “I cannot believe that it slipped my mind to tell you my name.” He said with a chuckle, before placing a servo over his dead spark as he bowed.

“I am Icarus. The fool who flew too close to his wish and died chasing it.”