#transformers alternate continuity

[sentinelsthiccass]

So. The seeker trine designs I did (or at least their heads for now lol) are for my own transformers continuity, Transformers: Dusk to Dawn. I will likely make a separate blog for it, but let me spill some basic info. If you don't want any spoilers and want to go into it completely blind when I start writing, stop reading here.

1. Megatronus, Prima, Sentinel, and Orion/Optimus are the four good primes while the rest were manipulated and corrupted by Lord Quintus, possibly some shadowplay involved.

2. D-16 also becomes Megatron slowly through shadowplay. He takes up the name Megatron out of wanting to steal Megatronus's name, wanting to become the better version of his former idol, while also still being an individual.

3. Optic color has nothing to do with faction and varies greatly, hence why the seekers still have reddish sort of optics despite being Autobots.

4. That's right, in this continuity, the seeker trine are Autobots due to their loyalty to Megatronus Prime while Soundwave and Shockwave still end up on the side of the Decepticons. That doesn't mean that the trine doesn't still get up to shenanigans. Starscream and Skywarp are still gremlins who need to be reigned in by Thundercracker a lot.

5. Sunstorm, Slipstream, and Stormquake (OC) are clones Soundwave and Shockwave made of the seeker trine to be on the side of the Decepticons. They refuse to admit it, but they secretly miss them. Sunstorm is the Starscream clone, Slipstream is the Skywarp clone, and Stormquake is the Thundercracker clone.

6. B-127/Bumblebee is technically an Autobot, but doesn't really fight due to not wanting to face what D-16/Megatron has become (he became quite close with him in this continuity), so he ends up staying in the medbay as Ratchet's little assistant. His brother C-63, aka Cliffjumper, never really liked D-16/Megatron and was jealous of the bond he and B-127 had previously formed, so he's more eager to get out into battle and square up.

[lets-try-some-writing]

"The Titans were gentle beings, knowing neither fear nor pain. For all their power, it was the Primes who cared for them, guarding their innocent sparks." - Thundercracker, Speaker of Trypticon.

A lil bit of lore below the cut.

In my little continuity, the Primes were indeed Primus's firstborn, but they were made from the suffering of their maker as he fought to survive. The Titans though? They were born to give life, made to spread Primus's gifts to all creation. As such, they are naturally gentle and inherently incapable of violence.

They will not fight back if attacked, nor will they rise to the defense of their citizens (although they will provide weaponry and protection in the form of walls and the like). They cannot even comprehend why one would hurt another outside of the natural order of things. It is to the point where those who care for the remaining Titans have labeled them as having the cognitive capabilities of newbuilds. For all their age and wisdom, Titans are, at their core, the only entities in the universe to maintain a sense of innocence all throughout their lives. They hold no anger, no bitterness, and no grudges. Everything, in their optics, will play out as it should.

As such, the Titans have always had guardians to protect them from a reality that would seek to crush them into dust. During the first age, the Primes filled this role. In the modern era, seekers of Vos have taken on the mantle, guarding and speaking on the behalf of the three remaining Titans on Cybertron.

[driftsart]

The thing I love most about your AU that I dont think we get to see with alot of people's transformers AU is a pathetic Megatron. Like he is a wimp he can't fight he shakes like a tiny dog and he was thrusts into the position of leadership. We don't get to see him be a loser as much as people will write Optimus as a loser and I love it!

Thank you! ^v^

[transformers-bold-bright-brisk]

New re-designed headshots for the Rescue Bot Recruit Force Sigma-22 (Recruit Force S-22)

I neeeeded their colors to be saturated enough so that they can be seen from S P A C E.

[they-hermes]

[tf hyperlink] spike and his truck dad

[fancydusk]

Well basically, I don't know if anyone has said or shown or whatever, similar to this before, so if yes, pass the link I also want to see 'kay?.

Anyway, I don't even know what I was doing when the idea popped into my head (probably looking at tiktok) but I figured, what if, instead of Starscream being the one to return to Cybertron after losing Skyfire. What if it was Skyfire who had to return to Cybertron after losing Starscream?

I'm going to consider this an AU, and I already have a name for it, something like, 'Star in the Ice' or 'The Star in the Ice' I don't know which one sounds better, honestly, but whatever.

Scratch the above, I found a fic that has this trope of Starscream being the one who got lost in the snow, and it's called Star in the sky, I'm reading it, it's good. Aaaaand I changed the name of the AU, now it's Frozen Constellation, this is the final one

I'll probably do more drawings and stuff later. I probably won't write it yet because I want to focus on Where was my mind, but you'll have drawings and stuff like that and all :D

Well that would be all I wanted to get out of my head. That's all for the record

[vengefulwings]

Megatron / Soundwave (Pre-War)

The Cybertronian coliseum pulsed with the roar of the crowd, a sea of metallic faces gleaming under the artificial lights. Energon-splattered sands bore the weight of countless battles, and tonight would be no different. Gladiators strode into the arena to test their mettle, each seeking victory, fame—or survival.

Among them was Megatronus, a towering ex-miner whose reputation had already begun to eclipse others. His movements were calculated and powerful, his crimson optics scanning the space like a predator. Yet, for all his notoriety, this was his first time facing an unfamiliar name: Soundwave.

The gate across from him groaned as it opened, and out stepped the enigmatic figure. Tall and leaner than most gladiators, Soundwave’s face was a blank visor reflecting the glaring lights. His posture was calm, almost eerily so, as if the jeers and cheers around him did not exist. The only sound from him was the faint whir of his systems, a symphony of mechanical hums that somehow harmonized with the chaos.

Megatronus found his optics lingering, intrigued. This gladiator was different—not just in appearance, but in the way he held himself, an aura that demanded attention without a single word.

---

The gong echoed. The battle began.

Soundwave moved like liquid, weaving through Megatronus’s thunderous strikes with grace that belied his size, tentacles always ready to strike. His movements were deliberate, a dance of precision and efficiency. It wasn’t long before the audience fell silent, enraptured by the duel.

“What are you?” Megatronus rumbled mid-battle, voice strained but laced with fascination.

Soundwave did not reply verbally. Instead, he dodged another swing and countered with a quick strike to Megatronus’s shoulder, forcing him back. The visor tilted slightly, a silent challenge.

Megatronus smirked, a rare expression for him. “Silent, yet so loud.”

The battle continued, but it was clear that neither fought to end the other. There was no overreach, no attempt to finish the duel. It was as if they were testing each other, learning.

---

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the gong rang again, signaling a draw. The crowd erupted in mixed reactions, but neither gladiator seemed to care. Megatronus approached Soundwave, his massive frame casting a shadow.

“You intrigue me,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “I’ve faced countless warriors, but none like you.”

Soundwave tilted his head, his visor flickering faintly as if considering the statement. Then, in a voice devoid of emotion yet somehow intimate, he replied, “Observation: you seek more than victory.”

Megatronus chuckled, a sound both dark and amused. “Perhaps. And what do you seek, Soundwave?”

There was a pause before Soundwave responded, his tone soft but firm. “Purpose.”

The single word struck Megatronus harder than any weapon. He saw a reflection of himself in it, an echo of the drive that had pushed him into the arena in the first place.

“You’ve found it,” Megatronus said, surprising even himself.

Soundwave didn’t answer immediately, but something shifted in the tilt of his head, a subtle acknowledgment. Without another word, he turned and walked toward the gate, his steps soundless despite his size.

Megatronus watched him go, an unfamiliar feeling stirring in his spark. For the first time in eons, he felt a connection—not of rivalry, but of understanding.

As Soundwave disappeared into the shadows, Megatronus knew this would not be their last meeting.

It was only the beginning.

[sphnyspinspin]

ITS HERE!! Here’s my submission for the Rescue Bots | Rescue Bots Academy Zine at @turbofox-zines

[planetformer-central]

"What will you do Terra, when your time comes to an end?"

Yeah, I tried painting Earth. I was going to wait until I finished Moon and post her with him, but I'm impatient and Moon doesn't like having his optics draw. So enjoy dear Earth as she contemplates reality.

[transformers-cataclysm]

Artificials

Like Cybertronians are the spawn of Primus, the so-called Artificials are the spawn of Unicron.

Nobody knows how many Artificials there truly are, nor how they think or work. Artificials take on the form of existing Cybertronians - usually, they have various tells to differentiate Artificials from the real Cybertronian; Slightly off colouring, marks that don't exist on the original but appear on the Artificial or vice versa, or other missing features.

Artificial's voices are also tells - typically sounding more like an AI recreation.

An Artificial's main way of killing is to lure victims in with the appearances and voices of those they know. It starts slow, due to their imperfections - however, when an Artificial kills, they will take parts from the original to integrate into themselves, effectively removing most if not all tells. From there, they can work their way down the chain, killing those that the previous victim knew. They can only keep one victims form for so long, however, as the victims body will slowly start greying out.

Though it seems that the Artificials are simply trying to kill as many as possible, nobody truly knows their real motivations.

[driftsart]

Tarantulas, Jazz, and Prowl redesign!

Tarantulas is a scientist and Prowl's former friend. Tarantulas' weird obsession with Prowl put an end to their friendship, and their communication overall.

Prowl and Jazz are both autobot soldiers assigned to work alongside humans, they work with the police department and they mentor the young autobot, Chase ;)

[transformers-bold-bright-brisk]

The girls are fightiiiing~✨💅

[they-hermes]

[tf hyperlink] spike witwicky ages 6, 14 and 18

[cityzenshark]

Book 2, Unity: Battle for Witwicky

Aftermath and Spitfire having shards of the Emberstone as their sparks already made them targets. Stealing the Emberstones made it all the more easier for the Quintessons to capture them. They use their sparks and the Emberstone to control Cybertronians and get rid of the remaining Terrans from the face of Earth as they had done once with the extinct generation.

Mandroid -- Meridian -- tried to save his Terrans by offering himself to take their place. Impressed how he managed to manipulate the Emberstone by himself, the Quintessons wired his brain and hung him between them instead.

[falliay]

P-food anon here again. When Prowl had to make up stories for Optimus, did Prowl put most of the blame on himself for it being command failures, believing he failed his subordinates, or a mixture of both?

How did the other Autobots realized Optimus wasn't the hero they believed in? Was it because battles and supplies were running more smoothly, lowering casualties, or was it from being in small group, physically and socially closer to Optimus once he woke back up?

What would be the Autobots reaction to this. Did some have complete mental breakdowns that the one thing they could hold on to, Optimus the perfect hero, wasn't constant or even real? Or were some finally given proof that all that all those niggling thoughts in the back of their heads about Optimus were right even if they didn't want it to be?

What about the rest of high command? I know with a way a lot of fanon and Canon the Autobot command had huge amounts of nepotism. Concerning that, would Prowl and Jazz's relationship be against the rules?

I know this sounds like an Optimus hate post. I'm okay with the guy, I know things aren't always as they seem and everyone has daisies in their backyards or skeletons in the closet.

P-food anon, hello again :3 Sorry for taking so long

Guilt

While Prowl does feel bad sometimes, he tends to tackle his own mistakes(and of others) with anger and frustration rather than with guilt.

Prowl took the blame for a lot of Optimus’ failures. Most of the time, though, it wasn’t necessary. With the logical mind he has, he can easily create stories to cover up for both him and his commander. Anything to keep Optimus as the great leader he is.

Optimus is the one that feels the worst about it. Even more having to lie to his friends.

Realization

There are SOOOME stuff I don’t feel like saying yet cause it’s major spoilers + I want more time to polish. The realization would happen around the finale of the first season (if it worked like a show or comic)

Mirage is one of the first to realize. A lot of it happens while Optimus is still asleep and that discussion creates a huge conflict between their own members. The commander wakes up to a very awkward situation.

Autobot High Command (During their stay on Earth)

Optimus Prime - Supreme Commmander

Prowl - Temporary Commander, SIC

Jazz - SIC, Head of Spec Ops

Jetfire - Autobot Air Commander

Ratchet - Chief Medical Officer

Ironhide - Chief of Security

Line of command might change depending on the situation.

Prowl and Jazz’s relationship is private. Veeery private. While they do encourage these kinds of relationships around the faction (so they have more reasons to defend each other and fight together), Prowl and Jazz decided it’d be best if no one knew about them. The second in command and the head of special ops? That’s a dangerous combination and Decepticons could easily use that against them.

Also, one of Jazz’s traits is that he’s an extremely private bot. No one knows who he really is, where he comes from, what he wants. And Prowl respects that.

[silkling]

TF Big Bang 2023 Preview

Hello once again! As you folks know, I’m taking part in this years @tf-bigbang! My incredible artist for this monster of a project is the lovely @candychameleon. 💖💜 (They created some of the most awesome work for this fic, I swear y’all it’s perfect!)

I’m super excited to share this fic with everyone come the 22nd! It’s going to be a continuity soup, looming-potential-apocalypse AU set on Cybertron with Nightshade as the main character! It’s been a lot of fun writing it and working with my partner for this, so I hope everyone else is as excited as I am!

And without further ado, the preview of my fic, tentatively titled Wayward, is here!

Time passed too quickly, or at least they felt like it did, because it wasn’t long before they had to abandon their cozy nook and go meet the High Priest. But, perhaps the librarian would let them check out the datapads so they could read them later in their room? He was usually fine with it. They padded to the front, and when the minibot looked up they held up the pads with a hopeful grin. He snorted, nodding and waving them on. They beamed and gave a shallow bow, then tucked the pads into their subspace and hurried out of the library and to the front yard. They saw the High Priest standing there, along with what appeared to be a contingent of Elite Guard, including the Magnus himself.

Nightshade frowned as they approached the older mecha, looking hesitant. “Sir? May I ask what you need of me?”

“You’re going to finally be useful, aberration.” The High Priest said coldly.

“What do you mean?”

“Cybertron is dying,” he said bluntly. “Our Creator is either displeased with us, or He has been poisoned. But either way, the problems began when you emerged. We are going to rectify the ailment that your creation caused our planet.”

That did not sound good. Nightshade didn’t understand what the mech was talking about.

“I do not follow.” they said carefully.

“We are going to sacrifice you to the core. You will be taken out of Iacon, and your frame dropped for the Creator to take back.”

Art by @candychameleon