#transformers mainframe

[zephyrrhiesfyrian]

uhhhh a bunch of humanformers/holoform designs for various mtmte/ll characters

[evetronia]

Dramatic Capture Series Autobot set

I really like the Mainframe but I already got 86 Jazz and ER Optimus I just wish I could get him separately.

[dailymothanon]

@chaetocercus has been enlightened me about marsupials and Soundwave w/ his little family and I can’t help but love it a lot 🦘 it’s very cute but also very cool considering how funky marsupials are! Also consider exhibit A: red kangaroo does (females) are also called blue-flyers because of their coloring! Blue mamas that are very jacked 😌 it’s only the best for them (also, apparently drawing kangaroos is fun, they have a fun shape to them)

[legofanguy]

Transformers Mainframe

A Transformers fanfiction using @cybertronia-obscura Janurary prompt Supercomputer featuring Action Master character Mainframe and reference him having a toy that allow him to transform into Teletraan I.

Inside the Autobot base on the Ark, a red and blue Autobot wake up from his sleep and Wheeljack ask him, "Hey Mainframe, how are you doing? Can you transform and help me out?" Mainframe take a sigh and he transform into a computer as Wheeljack ask, "I need to understand how to make my lastest project not blow up." which Mainframe show in the screen.

A little after helping Wheeljack, Mainframe run into a group of Autobots and their human allies, with Bumblebee asking Mainframe, "Hey Mainframe, do you mind helping the kids with their homework?" and Mainframe sigh as he transform into his computer form and one of the kids ask, "Hey Mainframe, what is wrong?" which Mainframe said, "Because I'm one of the working computer around, most Autobots use me for my alternate mode, not my genius. I don't get why I'm cursed with this transformation."

[catcake24]

I really wish one day a transformers series uses Mainframe as Teletraan I like the recent toy version.

Like, I know it doesn’t make much sense realistically, but I love the potential ideas of it.

Is there a difference between Teletraan I and Mainframe? Is Teletraan merely the name of his model of computer? Is Teletraan a basic AI which runs on Mainframe, and does Mainframe have access to teletraan when in robot mode?

Or does Mainframe loose his personhood when changing, and goes by Teletraan I since he’s basically just a computer AI while in that state? How does that affect him? Does he need to be reminded to transform if he does? Is he ashamed of being teletraan, or is he proud of being such an asset??

Story ideas are cool too - like maybe there can be conflict if Mainframe is captured, or maybe having to manage the ship while Mainframe is taking a break from being the computer. Or even silly moments like Optimus having to call him like “Hey Mainframe, sorry to interrupt your break, but we need to call the Decepticons. Yes, I promise you’ll get an extended break after this.” Or the Autobots are under attack and see a hole in the wall where teletraan is and Mainframe comes running through the door yelling “sorry!”” and transforms back into place and Prowl grumbles about him being late when he controls the damn ship.

I love the different ideas that could come through, and I’m always a sucker for seeing a large variety of alt modes with a variety of uses. And I love explorations of alt modes and why certain bots choose them (or don’t choose them).

[intothefunkyverse]

And here's Mixtape's rough reference! He's a boombox with his cassette who I haven't named yet. His backstory's main synopsis is in another post. I had to fight with myself to figure out what helm design I wanted for him.

We love men with big ponytails

[holographic-mars]

Nobody talk to me I’m thinking about Soundwave and Mainframe friendship again

Soundwave and his little human bff . Don’t talk to me

[thelastgherkin]

DRAMATIC CAPTURE SERIES Autobot Headquarters Mainframe

I just really like Mainframe, you guys!

More like this:

Kingdom Titan Class Mainframe

The Transformers Mainframe with Push-Button

Titans Return custom Mainframe

[hasbr0mniverse]

Tooniversary Month! This day Beast Wars Transformers The Series was released

[klematista]

starting new year with rare character

Mainframe!

I couldn't find any references to his TFA altmode and back so I made my own

[zephyrrhiesfyrian]

still on my sparkeater bullshit

Highbrow's visor is fully tinted glass, whereas his optics only have a single layer of tint on the outside (this wears away over time and is replenished by secretions from within the optical socket, much like an organic organism would produce tears). The sparkeater transformation causes the coding that controls that function to go dormant, leaving the optics' tint to get worn away and giving them that signature yellow coloration.

Perceptor's targeting lens functions similarly, even though it's deep-wired directly into his socket :D

(pictured: Mainframe and Jackpot)

Mecha that didn't originally have mouths generally have shorter cables than their mouthed counterparts, because their regenerative systems are preoccupied with growing them a proper mouth (you can't effectively eat sparks without a jaw, unfortunately :/). Given enough time and fuel though, their cables will eventually match the length of their packmates!

The transformation isn't pretty at first, because the body will cannibalize to metal that comprises the faceplate, but shortly after the mech is first turned, they'll have a new mouth and jaw :D

Sparkeaters are equipped with a mouth full of sharp dentae, some of which are serrated. Their equivalent of molars are often more heavily serrated, almost like a kind of grinder, since they'll use those in conjunction with their corrosive oral lubricant to tear off parts of their prey.

A sparkeater's cables sprout directly from their spinal cord and function both as defensive limbs and sensory ones. They're highly dexterous and touch sensitive, which is why sparkeaters use them for communication. Like a weird metal tentacle handshake XD

In addition, if given enough time, a sparkeater's cables will eventually take on the natural plating color! This means that while Forged sparkeaters may have colored cables, the vast majority of cold constructed will have silver cables (cold constructed mecha don't grow their own plating and thus don't have coding to account for plating coloration)

[thicctails]

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A Merformers x Reader Fanfiction

Chapter 2 ° Coastguard

Blessed be Randy the coffee machine, your holy god of caffeine. May His hazel liquid flow eternally into graceous Bartholomew, vessel of Randy's divine lifeblood; discount noname brand coffee that had expired last week.

Taking another sip of your beloved breakfast drink, you forced yourself to walk towards the greeting area of your clinic, praying to any deity that was listening that you looked at least passably presentable. You'd taken far longer to pull yourself away from the tender embrace of your nearly flat air mattress than you should have, and both your nerves and back were paying for it.

The head researcher of A.E.R.O. was meeting with you today to discuss your collaboration effort with them, and finally tell you exactly what species you'd be getting to work with. You hoped it would be something exciting, like sharks, dolphins, whales, or nudibranchs.

Taking a shaky breath, you shoved your anxiety down into the pit of your gut where it could, hopefully, only be noticed by you as your hand grasped the handle of the door. You pulled, ready to take the first proper step towards your new life.

Ka-thunk!

Ah. It was a push door.

Willing the colour that had suddenly flooded your cheeks to kindly fuck off, you meekly pushed the door open.

A man was standing in the main entrance room, leaning against Desk the desk and scrolling through something on his phone. He was dressed fairly casual for someone in his position, sporting tan cargo shorts, a forest green t-shirt, and a black lab coat, his company's acronym emblazoned in crisp vinyl across his breast pocket. He had tousled light brown hair and deep brown eyes that were framed by square glasses. At the sound of your approach, he lifted his gaze from his cellphone and gave you a warm smile, pocketing the device and turning his body towards you.

"Doctor L/N! It's nice to finally meet you!" he greeted, extending his hand to you. "My name is Dr. Burns, but please, just call me Graham."

Though it had been difficult to tell sometimes, you had not actually been raised by a pack of rabid wolves, so you returned the gesture, gripping the man's hand and giving it a shake.

"It's a pleasure to acquatence your make."

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Hey, God? Could you do a little smiting? Yeah, right here please.

"I- I'm so sorry, I swear I didn't mean to say that." You managed to get out, almost shocked that you hadn't fucked that sentence up as well.

Breaking News! Local PhD holder flubbs basic greeting! Becomes World Champion speedrunner for ruining first impressions and instantly loses any chance of being considered for further employment and any shred of respect this man had for them!

"It's fine. Honestly, I was just as nervous as you when I first started." Graham laughed, startling you out of your own mental spiral, "I was so preoccupied with my own worries that I tripped and fell face first into a pool on my first day."

You stared at Graham for a moment, stunned that he was still talking to by choice and not out of obligation, before a small, strangled chuckle left your throat, sounding more like the dying squak of a strangled seabird than a laugh.

"Come on, the rest of the team is waiting for us in town." the brunette said, gesturing for you to follow him.

You arched a brow but obediently followed after him, trailing after the researcher like a duckling waddling after a pair of boots.

"Oh? I was under the impression this meeting was to discuss my contract." you replied, trying to scrape together a professional-ish sentence while simultaneously praying that you weren't coming off as rude.

"It is, but once everyone got wind that we would be working with someone new, they got a little," he paused, hand waving about as he searched for the right word, "excited. It's been a while since anyone besides Marissa worked close enough for us to talk to them on a semi-regular basis."

"Can't wait to meet them!" you said cheerfully, lying through your teeth.

The idea of having to interact with another human being today had been draining enough, but to have to converse with several? When their opinions of you could impact your career?

Your hands twitched around Bartholomew's smooth, ceramic body, wishing you'd added a few ounces of pure caffeine to your coffee. Maybe you'd get lucky and get struck by a bus.

Unfortunately, God wasn't known for being kind to you, so you arrived at a small diner completely unharmed.

The worn bell above the door dinged as you and Graham stepped inside, the smell of greasy fries and cheap burgers wafting all around you as he led you over to one of the booths, the cracked red leather seats occupied by three other people in various states of dress.

There was a younger woman with russet skin and shockingly red hair that was pulled back in a loose ponytail, a few hairclips keeping her bangs out of her bright blue eyes. She was dressed in a cream and light orange dress, matching knee-high boots complementing her outfit. She was scrolling on her phone, but put the device down when she noticed your approach.

Ah, the mortifying feeling of being known. It never failed to make you uncomfortable.

The other two, who were seemingly in the middle of seeing who could chug a milkshake faster, were men, light skinned and with almost identically brown hair. It was easy to pick them apart, though, seeing as one was built like a brick shithouse and looked as though he was cosplaying some strange cross between a soldier and a Ghostbuster, and the other was a twink that also happened to be absolutely rocking some sun-bleached overalls and a set of the most obnoxiously yellow rubber boots you'd ever seen in your entire life.

"Hey, dingbats!" the woman hissed, nudging her closest colleague, who happened to be the rubber boots guy, "The new vet is here!"

While the two guys attempted to swallow their drinks without getting a brain freeze, Graham gave you a somewhat sheepish smile. "Dr. L/N, I'd like to introduce you to Doctor Sari Sumdac, Doctor Spike Witwicky, and Doctor Blaine L. Parker."

"Mainframe." Blaine said, slamming his cup down with a satisfied sigh, "Call me Mainframe. Only my Mama calls me Blaine."

"I'm still good with Spike." the other man chimed in, extending his hand to you as you and Graham slid into the opposite booth seat. You shook it, quickly repeating the action with Sari and Mainframe.

"So, you're the new guy, eh?" Mainframe asked, "We've been waitn' for Marissa to finally pick someone. She's too picky, if you ask me."

"Not picky enough if she hired you." Sari shot back, and for a moment you stiffened, afraid you were about to have front row seats for a fight, but Mainframe's laughter and Sari's teasing expression quickly calmed your nerves. She looked back at you, her face taking on a more genuine look, "He's not wrong about us waiting, though. A.E.R.O. has been around for a few years now, but you're the first vet we've gotten assigned to work with us."

Your eyebrows shot up, mouth opening slightly in surprise before you remembered to shut it, "Really? Why?"

The gathered marine biologists looked at each other for a moment, before Spike leaned in closer to you. You matched his action, wondering what exactly he had to say.

"Did Marissa fill you in on what exactly A.E.R.O. means?" he asked in a low whisper.

You thought for a moment, then shook your head. Actually, your employer had told you very little, just enough to get you to sign a contract with her. You didn't regret your decision; anything would be better than the place you'd come from, but this secrecy did make you wonder what exactly you'd gotten yourself into.

"A.E.R.O.," Spike continued, "stands for Aquatic Extraterrestrial Research Outpost."

You blinked, leaning back as you turned over what Spike had just told you. Had you heard him correctly? No, surely not. Clearly you hadn't had enough coffee yet.

"I'm sorry," you apologized, chuckling a little "I must still be a bit groggy, because I thought you said extraterrestrial for a moment there."

The four shared another look, then once again focused their attention back on you.

"You heard correctly, Dr. L/N." Graham said, producing an envelope from the interior of his jacket. He quickly glanced around the diner, before sliding the envelope over to you. He continued speaking as you picked it up, hands shaking slightly.

"Five years ago, several objects from deep space suddenly entered our atmosphere and crashed into the Atlantic Ocean. It was presumed that they were abnormal meteors of some kind, but a government owned dive team discovered that they were actually pods of some kind, made of materials not found on Earth.

"They were empty by the time they were found, but not long after they were discovered and retrieved, strange signals began to be picked up by sonar sensors, and sailors around this area began to report seeing bizzare creatures swimming beneath their boats, some of them claiming that their vessels were attacked, which was corroborated by several documented cases of boats coming in with scratch marks on their hulls."

You opened the envelope and reached inside, withdrawing several polaroid photographs. Each one was of a different boat, ranging from dinky little sailboats to bulky fishing trawlers. However, they all shared one unique feature; a set of deep gouges that tore through wood and metal, left behind by something that had to be absolutely huge.

Well shit, slap a tinfoil hat on your head and call you a believer, because there wasn't much in the ocean that had claws to begin with, and certainly nothing with claws large enough to do that kind of damage.

As you began to tuck the photos back into the envelope, you noticed that one of them was drastically different. It was blurry, taken on the coast during what looked like a storm, but not even those hindrances could mask the appearance of the... thing that had been captured on camera.

It was big. Like, really big.

The closest thing you could compare it to would be some kind of whale, but it looked so wholly unlike any species you knew of that you immediately tossed that idea out the window. It had a long, silvery body, covered in large, armour-like scales that almost gave the appearance of it being segmented. Thick, spiny fins jutted out along most of its tail, purple webbing torn and ragged. It's upper half was obscured, as the creature was diving back down beneath the surface, but the very beginnings of its torso hadn't quite been submerged when the photo was taken, and you could see a long row of crimson gills that glowed in the moonless dark.

"What the fuck." you breathed out, shoving the photos back into the envelope before tossing it away from you like you were playing the world's strangest game of Hot Potato.

"Yeah, that was pretty much our reaction too." Sari said, picking up the envelope. "We've been calling that one 'The Meg', since you could almost mistake it for an overgrown shark, if you only caught a glimpse of it.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and groaned softly as you considered everything you'd just been told.

"Let me get this straight," you started slowly, dragging your hand down your face before resting it on your chin, "You and Marissa want me to find a way to study and treat a highly aggressive, barely studied, extremely dangerous alien, let me repeat that for you, alien species with no prior experience and, since you four work at a separate facility, no team?"

A pregnant silence met your question for a moment, before being broken by a very timid, very nervous "Yes?" from Graham, who was rubbing the back of his head.

You looked at him, looked at the rest of his team, looked at the exit of the diner, and considered your options; accept this batshit insane, borderline suicidal offer and risk getting torn limb from limb by sea monsters from beyond the stars, or move back in with your parents.

"Well Christ on a bike, sign me up." you replied, before snagging the nearby coffee pot and, after checking that it wouldn't give you third degree burns, chugged the whole damn thing, determined to get enough caffeine in your body to drown out that little voice in your head that alway nagged that you should have been a lawyer.

[askvectorprime]

Dear Vector Prime did organic races and sparkless mechanic raves czasem to exist after death or they have something akin to spark like soul in many human mythologies? If they have something like that what afterlike are going to? What happens to good and bad people of sparkless species?

Dear Afterlife Archivist,

This is, I'm afraid, a question I am not terribly well equipped to answer. I can speak to the Cybertronian spark and what happens to it after it is extinguished, even if I have never experienced it myself—but other races, even those most similar to Cybertronians, are not within my area of expertise. As I understand it, few if any organic beings have conclusive proof of what happens to them after they die; indeed, Pra'tyne of the Ao'van once chastised the Cybertronians for not considering the uncertainty of organic life, not blessed as Cybertronians do with souls that pulse tangibly in their chests.

The most I can offer you are a few small clues—curiosities that I have been unable to explain. Certain human religions echo our understanding of the Cybertronian afterlife—coincidence, perhaps, or maybe evidence of a deeper metaphysical connection? And then there is the Enigma of Combination, and how Soundwave used its power twice over, sacrificing his life and uniting the spirits of all those who fought and fell against Unicron. As he died, Soundwave witnessed the faces of those he had known and those he had not… among them, the human Blaine Parker, known as Mainframe, who Soundwave had befriended during his time on Earth. Indeed, it was in that time Soundwave had himself come to the conclusion that human and Cybertronian, organic and mechanical, were not so dissimilar after all…

[toyboxcomix]

Random Old Comic: Shrinkage, Part II https://www.toyboxcomix.com/2018/06/29/shrinkage-part-ii/

[intothefunkyverse]

Mainframe and Mixtape

The two of them are like two sides of the same coin. One is bitter and hangs on to the past, the other has let go, and become carefree.

Mainframe defected to the Decepticons after she, Mixtape, and their team were caught in an asteroid belt, where two asteroids crushed their ship, killing everyone on board except for Mixtape and Mainframe. Mixtape disappeared, and Mainframe assumed he was dead. Mainframe was left to try and drag her team out of the rubble, desperately trying to keep them alive long enough for help to arrive. However, after tapping into a nearby commlink using her Outlier (she is able to secretly hack into any frequency as long as it's in range) she discovers that while there was another Autobot ship nearby, they had been ordered not to risk their lives for a single motley patrol crew. She realized then that the higher ups viewed her and bots like her as expendable; unimportant.

Mixtape, on the other hand, was knocked out by the collision. He was sent flying through space by a piece of debris, where he was found by the Autobot ship. They told him what had happened, and while he secretly knew the truth, he accepted what had happened. For all he knew, going back to find his crew would just be a mission to find corpses. Plus, he knew that even if he was angry at the Autobots, being with the Decepticons would go against everything he stood for.

Both of them still hate asteroids and explosions.

Two friends driven apart not by the same experience, but how they let it shape them.

[holographic-mars]

Boy is so ears