#tfp Jetfire

[secretrose100]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61083340/chapters/169011034

Frozen Sparks

Chapter 32: Arctic Thunder

Summary:

After talking with Arcee…Starscream remembers how he initially lost Skyfire.

[martiverseart]

What if they were happy, once???

[vixendoesstuff]

BOOM! DESIGNS UPON YE!

Boy, lemme tell ya, designing Transformers is hard as SHIT-

But anyway, here are some headshot concepts of the chosen bots from my poll. As seen in the Prime show, the designs are a mix between G1 elements and Bayverse elements, I decide to implement that technique as well.

For Jazz, I took some things from his concept art (see here) and a bit of his Bayverse design with the horns on the back.

For Jetfire, it's primarily inspired by a design made by Alex Milne (see here) and also IDW Jetfire, weirdly enough, with his finials on the side. I'd like to add something from Bayverse Jetfire, but ehh... his design is way to complicated.

For Prowl, it's basically this except for some minor tweaks (his design's already perfect, fits the vibe of Prime, me thinks).

For Perceptor, I basically took most inspiration from his original G1 look with some added Prime elements here and there.

For Red Alert, I decide to deviate and take inspiration from his Armada counterpart (mostly visible from his middle... horn, thing, and the two stripe... things besides it. You need to look it up to get what I mean). And also halfway, I realized that all of the designs I made have full helmets, so I decide to do a Knockout and make a half-helmet design for Red Alert, for diversity's sake if nothing else. Also he has moveable antennae's, think Bayverse Bumblebee.

To be honest though, I'm not totally satisfied with some of these designs. Jetfire was by far the hardest for me to design, since at first I wanted his design to reflect Starscream in a way, to hint at their past and all that (hence Bayverse). But I decided to abandon that route and focused on "modernizing" his G1 look, I guess, and that's how I found the Alex Milne design.

But the most frustrating for me was Perceptor and Red Alert. Even after finalizing it, the designs feels... incomplete, somehow. And also kinda... ehh? Like, damn, trying to Prime-a-tize their G1 looks was so hard, these bitches heads basic af 😭

Once I find something else to inspire, I'm definitely changing their designs a bit. In the meantime.... I'ma enjoy some snacks, ehehe

Until next time!

[local-seeker-shit]

[trans-formers-n-stuff]

big fan of tfp skystar when knock out is jealous. like he's trying not to be obvious about it but it is so obvious. and he's justified in being bitter about this. how come starscream gets his not-so-little boyfriend back, but he can't get his conjux?

i imagine this would probably sour whatever relationship was between starscream and knock out at that time. gay best friend platonic break-up but it's done via ghosting and snarky comments.

skyfire would be so sweet to him tho. he doesn't get why knock out is being an ass and he wants to know, man!! he's being so patient and persistent and it just annoys knock out even more. what makes skyfire worthy of coming back? what makes him different from breakdown? knock out hates how much skyfire's behavior reminds him of his late conjux. he also doesn't like that he has to share a workspace with him.

maybe they end up as friends, maybe they don't, i dunno. we'll see. i love tfp skystar... i love skystar. and i love knock out sulking over his dead hubby. :3

[theangrycomet-art]

Presenting his kids students. Don't worry, they don't bite (yes they do).

low key thinking to throw in these four into my Red Guys Live AU for shits and giggles

COMMISSIONS OPEN

[fancydusk]

Fourteen shitty hours for this shitty piece of CRAP.

The thing without literally all the "color n effects"

You know when you're cold, and the cold makes you shiver, but it's a shivering that makes you kind of hysterical, but not like a crying hysterical, but like, like a nervous energy hysterical? Well I feel this way, why, I don't know, I just need my STUPID FRIENDS TO MAKE UP THEIR MIND SO WE CAN KEEP WATCHING THE REST OF THE SAW MOVIES SO THAT I CAN HAVE MY QUIET MOMENT OF FIXING ON ADAM FAULKNER-STANHEIGHT WITHOUT HAVING TO THINK THAT THE "Jigsaw Apprentice Lawrence Gordon" TAG IN AO3 ISN'T A SILLY FANDOM INVENTION AND NOT SOMETHING CANONICAL. I'm losing my fucking mind (I'm in STRONG denial)

I think this is also because I've been listening to Wishing's "Good Night Dad, I Love You" on loop about fifty times now. And I feel like the "song" (Because it's a nostalgic melody without lyrics that makes me want to pull my hair out) it suits Starscream, Warp, TC and Jetfire from my AU too well because the last three see Starscream as a caretaker, a babysitter, a Sempu, a friend, a brother, a father. All in one, and that makes me feel really bad for some reason (but the good bad, you know what I mean? It makes my stomach turn and makes me want to cry because they are so cute)

Someone please kill me

Literally me rn:

[imadeitworseyourwelcome]

The Dead Don't Heal

Previous

Part 2- you are here

Returning to the nemesis Starscream felt like he was in a haze. Skyfire slowly trudged behind Megatron.

He didn't so much as look his way. He wasn't looking at anyone. His eyes were hollow, empty. There was no emotion on his face.

The only sign of life was the unnatural purple glow of his optics.

The centuries of frost had left chips and small fissures in his armor. Sections of paint had been stripped away by shifting ice and his less than graceful extraction.

Starscream finally snatched his gaze away from Skyfire as the main screen flickered to life. Soundwave called up a recording- no a live feed of the autobots battling vechicons in an energon mine.

Megatron let out an annoyed snarl, but after a moment his scowl shifted to an evil grin, "Perhaps this is the perfect opportunity to test out my new warrior," he gestured to Skyfire.

Starscream felt his spark drop and he immediately blurted, "No!" 

Though the glare Megatron fixed on him made him realize he had acted rashly. Speaking without thinking.

"You continue to question my judgment?!" Megatron snapped, prompting Skyfire to take a menacing step forward.

"No, no! Of course not." He bowed his head, unable to bare looking at Skyfire being used as a weapon. "What I meant was, the drones can easily fight off the autobots." He explained quickly, "Why waste such an element of surprise on a spent energon mine?"

He chose his words carefully, Megatron was more than eager to throw Skyfire into battle.

He'd do anything to keep Skyfire out of harms way.

Megatron took a moment, resting his hand on his chin as he thought.

"Hmm... perhaps." He finally nodded, "Starscream, take a squad to defend the energon mine."

"As you command, Lord Megatron," He turned on his heel and quickly walked out of the room. As soon as the doors closed behind him he took off running towards the deck of the nemesis. He didn't dare give Megatron time to change his mind.

.

.

.

He and the squad quickly made their way to the energon mine.

By the time they arrived, the autobots had exited the mine, pursued by what was left of the vechicons already on site.

Starscream led the fliers on a pass over the autobots, sending them diving for cover.

The autobots now split up, returned fire. It felt like they were shooting from all angles.

Being in the sky was supposed to be an advantage.

He broke away from the rest of the fliers and swooped low, weaving among the abandoned mining equipment and rubble.

Starscream transformed, skidding across the ground. He aimed a rocket as he stopped, shooting it at Arcee and Bumblebee, who were breaking off and moving to flank them.

Forcing them back behind their cover.

The vechicons moved up to support him. If they kept the pressure on them, they would overwhelm them in no time.

A familiar noise caught his attention, it was barely audible over the gunfire. The rumble of a large engine coming closer.

"No-" he gasped as he turned to see

Skyfire's alt mode approaching, flying right towards the autobots.

Skyfire transformed, landing hard and sending up a cloud of dust. He stalked towards the autobots, who were caught off guard by an unknown bot joining the fight.

They quickly realized he was no ally, and split their attention between the vechicons and him.

Starscream swore under his breath. They had been used as a distraction.

Skyfire's movements were uncoordinated but strong. His heavy strikes swung wide, easy to predict, and easy to dodge. But with the decepticons long range and Skyfire up close, they were starting to lose ground.

The autobots' blasters peppered Skyfire's thick armor, but he continued to advance, undeterred.

Starscream prayed that he wasn't able to feel the pain...

It felt like a dagger to the spark, seeing his conjunx reduced to a mindless husk. Forced to fight a war he never knew.

Starscream transformed and took the the sky, doing his best to lay down cover fire for Skyfire.

Forcing the autobots away from him. At this point he didn't care if they escaped with the energon or not, he just wanted them to stop shooting Skyfire.

Finally, pinned down, the autobots called for a groundbrige and soon retreated through it with their spoils.

As soon as they were gone Skyfire stopped moving. Returning to standing still, staring blankly to where the portal had dissapeared.

The decepticons dispursed, leaving Starscream and Skyfire alone on the battlefield, among the whisps of smoke and blasterburns.

Starscream walked to stand infront of Skyfire. His gaze looked through him, still watching where the autobots had escaped.

Was this truly all that was left of Skyfire? Of his conjunx endura? Long dead and reduced to a puppet. Another pawn for Megatron to throw around.

Having Skyfire here, just out of reach. Stung more than when he was missing, lost somewhere on this wretched planet.

If he hadn't given up, if he'd just kept searching... maybe it wouldn't have come to this.

Starscream bit back tears as he snatched his gaze away. Everytime he looked at him, it was like he was losing him all over again.

He knew Megatron was doing this to be cruel. Parading him around just to torture him. As long as he showed that it bothered him, he would keep going.

He had to let go, know that his conjunx was dead. He died a long, long time ago.

The bot that stood before him isn't Skyfire. Not anymore. They were a stranger.

He steeled himself, looking up to bid his conjunx a final goodbye.

Only to find Skyfire looking back at him. Not through him, at him.

Starscream froze. There was still a haze to Skyfire's eyes, but Starscream swore they were a hint more blue than before.

Skyfire looked scared. His conjunx was there. And Starscream had almost given up on him...

But as quick as it had happened, his eyes went dull again. And he was gone.

"..Skyfire..?" Starscream choked on his words, a flicker of hope. That's what he had lived on for years. That's all he needed.

He had found Skyfire, he was still within his reach... now he needed to figure out how to get him back.

(Contrubutions by @sirtrashfire )

[artificial-absinthe]

General Obsidian speaks to the jury during his trial...

And speaks absolute true.

Commission for @emperor-kumquat, from the TFP Mercy| Neutral Path Space Adventure Storyline| Playable Survival Game w Overlord Final Boss

[cutekittenlady]

Darn you all. I'm just trying to finish the next chapter of Reviving a Wreck and then not only do you guys drop this killer update to a killer fanart but when I check the replies its filled with people begging for fic.

So whatever guess ol' Cutekittenlady's gotta do the lords work and, at bare minimum, give us a start.

Remember you guys asked for this.

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Ratchet had seen a lot of things over the course of the war. A lot too much in fact. Even now that the war was over, the decepticons were (supposedly) disbanded, and the reconstruction of cybertron was well underway there were nights when his systems would struggle to shift into recharge.

It was being medic.

All the bots he'd treated who'd never come back online. All the berthsides he would stand at that would be emptied and just as quickly filled again. The number of difficult conversations he'd had to have with spark siblings, sworn brothers, Amica, and even conjunx over all that time had given Ratchet a crusty surface.

His time on Earth had, well, maybe not softened him, but certainly given him a long needed refresher into the softer things in the universe. Arcee had once half-jokingly said that the earthlings had only scrapped off the thing layer of rust that hid the soft spark underneath. Ratchet had bristled at that, but not exactly outright refuted it.

Even so his reputation as a medic, his relations with the humans on earth, and his long hard won experience of being the bearer of rough news resulted in him even now getting some... interesting calls.

Though the most interesting yet had to be this call from Earth's government to come and "check out" something they'd found in their arctic ice.

Ratchet had braced himself for another relic. Or a decayed weapon from the war. Some ancient alien asteroid. Or, primus forbid, another stint involving Unicron.

What he wasn't expecting was for a familiar face to be staring out from him from the ice.

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Skyfire was big.

Really big.

Frighteningly big to the small humans who had come across him.

Ratchet had scolded one or two of them before he reminded himself that it was only from personal experience that he knew what a gentle giant the ancient seeker actually was. That was why it had taken him forever to get the humans to agree to thaw him out once Ratchet had detected the traces of a spark signature in his system.

It was a long and grueling process.

Thawing him out too fast would risk causing fissures and other complications in his system, but once started they couldn't stop or else what little warmth they had start would fade away.

The only blessing in regards to all of this was that it gave Ratchet a bit of time to decide what he was going to say to the big guy once he actually woke up.

It would be too much to say the two had been friends. Colleagues was more accurate. Despite being a flight frame Skyfire had a keen mind and an almost endless thirst for knowledge. He'd fought hard to get what position he could as a scientist and remained diligent to keep said position.

He and Ratchet had rubbed elbows on the occassions when Skyfires research had required a medical mind or when a particularly difficult medical situation required a potentially innovative solution.

Ratchet eventually developed a healthy respect for Skyfire, and he had returned that respect in kind.

If Skyfires desires had been kept in checked it likely would have stayed that way.

Unfortunately they weren't.

Skyfire's desire to know more about the universe eventually proved his hubris.

Ratchet had heard, after not having seen the mech for years, that after being approved for a space expedition, Skyfire had left Cybertron only to never return. The remaining expedition had apparently returned without him. Reporting he had been lost on some far unnamed planet.

Apparently the "far unnamed planet" had been Earth and Skyfire had gotten himself frozen in one of their glaciers.

Now Skyfire was laying, mostly thawed, on a slab in front of Ratchet who was watching as his life vitals slowly came online. Even as his optics began to flicker to life, Ratchet was still having a hard time trying to come up with a comprehensive way to sum up the last, oh, four million years of Civil War.

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Skyfire handled the news rather well, Ratchet thought.

At least better than most in his position would have.

After all Skyfire was only sitting with his face buried in his hands and inaudibly weeping.

Ratchet had been at least partially prepared for a bigger mental breakdown involving a greater deal of violence. Even so he remained vigilant. A delayed reaction was always possible, One never knew.

Eventually after a few moments Skyfire raised his head.

"Wait, wait." He raised a hand gently hoping for attention.

"Yes?" Ratchet asked as gently as he could.

"Please, my conjunx..."

Ratchet sucked in air and braced himself. He could already get the general outline of where this was going.

"He was with me in the crash. Is he okay?"

Over the years of Civil War Ratchet had experienced many methods of addressing such question.

False hope. Gentle redirection. Immediate and abrupt departure.

In his experience there was really only one way for a proper disciplined medic to behave.

"I-I'm sorry." He spoke softly and as comfortingly as he could. "I-I'm sorry there was no one with you in the ice."

After all perhaps there was still some hope. Many of the unaffiliated bots had fled Cybertron at the incitement the war and subsequent death of their homeworld. It was still... possible for Skyfires conjunx to be amongst them. Even if they weren't exactly here there was still some hope.

"Oh, Primus... He's just a little seeker. He doesn't cope with the cold as well as me..."

Well so much for hope. The Seekers were pretty much gone. Even if this one had landed with Skyfire on Earth chances were high they hadn't survived.

"But he's alive! He has to be! He's the smartest bravest most brilliant mech I know. I have to contact him. He must be so worried."

Ratchet let the other finish. Allowed the silence to eek in between them. It was, in his experience, best to allow the patient or family member a moment to absorb their own feelings and collect their thoughts before properly giving the inevitable bad news.

Primus how many times had he had to deliver this bad news?

Too many to count.

A conjunx was a lifelong partner. A connection not easily formed or replaced. To lose someone so important to you on top of losing four million years of your life was not something he envied Skyfire of anyone.

Finally he could put it off no more.

"I hate to be the one to tell you this Skyfire." Ratchet closed his eyes with the weight of inevitability, not able to look at the others broken face, "But a lot has changed since you left Cybertron. The seekers are all but extinct."

"No..." The anguished cry and he once more buried his face in his hands broke Ratchet a little.

This was no hardened warrior losing someone on the battlefield or as a casuality on a mission. Skyfire was still, well, more or less a civilian. This suffering was unearned and undeserved.

Evidently whoever it was who had won Skyfires spark was clearly dear to him. Ratchet hoped they had gone quietly early on in the war and not been made into a casualty of brutal conquest, or forced into being one of Shockwaves brutal experiments, or forced to serve under under that wannabe dictator Star-

"No. Starscream." Skyfire called pitifully.

Ratchet snapped the datapad in his hand in half.

"Starscream... My little bird... My sweetspark."

Ratchet nearly hurled. The idea that anyone could call Starscream, Starscream, 'little bird' and not get mauled to death was insane. Even so he collected himself sucked in air through his nose and then said, trying to keep a straight face, "Okay."

He leaned down and looked Skyfire in the face.

"Do you want the good news? Or the bad news?

tfp autobutts gain a new recruit...

[xpurplepiex]

guys i never in my life drew a robot or mecha so im trying my best to understand how to draw these fuckers😭😭 always loved tf but never tried to draw it💔 but i caught my childhood hyperfixation again so i guess i will force myself to draw goddamn robots BECAUSE THEY ARE FUCKING COOL!!! RAAAGHH 💥💥💥

[secretrose100]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61083340/chapters/167840218

Frozen Sparks

Chapter 30: Going Ghost!

Summary:

Starscream tests his outlier abilities and weirdly turns into a ghost and tests it out in the Autobot base…

[dazzletron9000]

cute n' silly things while I procrastinate on my wips (kobd brainrot heavy)

I wanted to do some of those plum things (little red bean is Breakout from tfrpg, honorary kobd kid)

animal crossing'd them too

[fennecco]

Fire in the sky

[local-seeker-shit]

Gonna post this as an individual

[suja-janee]

So this is a mess