Sides: “I would like to argue that there are few things worse than getting yelled at by Prowl and Sunny in stereo.”

It's done! Now I can finally move on to other drawings lol

Hey all. I did the thing. They are talking about crushes 💕

Would you fall in Love with me again?

you mean nothing to me

I love using "by the way" as a segue into topics that are completely unrelated to the matters at hand. it isn't remotely by the way, quite a ways out of the way in fact. a little adventure

Me saying “that reminds me” but in no way did it have any way of reminding me of anything. I just have adhd.

Yes, I LOVE TORTURING MYSELF WITH DETAILS every blue moon (TC in [this pose] requested by @mariequitecontrary that I took too seriously skdhfkjsd).

Okay so like. IMAGINE it starts pretty usual. Swerve hangs out in the Aquarium for whatever job related reason and accidentally makes friends with the weird looking fish hahah

But then the big Tsunami-flood apocalypse comes and everything is destroyed and water everywhere and all the buildings turn into sharp heavy deadly rubble and now Swerve has to team up with that weird looking fish because the end of the world contains A LOT of water and he never was a good swimmer

As promised, an Apocalyptic Ponyo one shot for @keferon.

Head cannon that the city is on an island of some kind.

“Too Deep, Too Shallow.”

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Blurr looked for Orange.

The burly human had quickly become his favorite. And the way his eyes always lit up when he spotted Blurr did well for his preening.

Technically, Blurr came to this little spot on the edge of the sea to practice and relax away from prying eyes. Most mer avoided human packs and especially their nesting grounds on account of their wild unpredictability. However, in Blurr’s experience they were more “excitable” than territorial.

Besides, if they didn’t want him here, then why did they build such a perfect recreation center? The handmade bay was the perfect size for practice laps, there were easily a dozen perfect basking spots. And best of all? The free entertainment.

Glass, Blurr decided, was the best thing humans were capable of producing. It could be see-through, shiny and reflective in any combination. Plus, it allowed him easy viewing of the humans that wandered through.

The little ones were always the most fun. He’d dart past the underwater sections of glass and without fail they’d first jump, and then excitedly run to the glass pointing and clapping as he came back into view.

Little cuties.

The best part was that there was never any pressure to perform here. Unlike at home. If he wasn’t in the mood to play, Blurr would simply pick a place to sunbathe for awhile or go about his laps in peace. Not like any humans could swim up and ask for an autograph. He would still sign them of course. If humans somehow developed the capacity for intelligent speech that is.

Speaking of intelligence, Orange was particularly clever. He was a common sight around Blurr’s clubhouse. Broad and strong looking with bright orange hair that made him stand out from the average human. Orange was without fail, always happy to see him. But in a much calmer way than the little guppy humans behaved.

Right now, Orange was sitting right next to the glass, weird legs folded in a way that probably looked comfortable to crabs. He had a flat pad thing on his lap and was holding what looked like some kind of stylus.

Blurr pulled himself onto the rocks a few feet from the glass, resting his head on his arms in the warm sunlight. Orange smiled and waved. Blurr smiled without teeth (scared a child once) and waved back, to the delight of Orange.

He’d intended to nap, but found his gaze idly caught but whatever the human was doing to the pad. Orange kept looking up, then down, then up again, stylus making tiny movements.

Eventually, curiosity got the best of him when Orange stopped looking up, and was nearly folded in half in concentration over his pad.

Blurr tapped the glass and Orange jumped, fumbling his items briefly. The mer pointed at the pad, as humans did seem to understand simple gestures. Orange nodded giddily and turned it around.

It was him. Rendered in black and white with delicate shading implying the texture of scales and contours of his body. The expression Blurr saw on his own face was nearly unreadable, mysterious even, but a look only he knew to be utter fondness.

Mouth slightly ajar, Blurr blinked a few times, taking it in. Utterly flabbergasted. He noticed Orange had started to shrink in on himself, not meeting his eyes, fiddling with the pad slightly.

That won’t do. Blurr tapped the glass once more, pulling his gaze back up. Blurr sat side saddle on the rocks, pointed at the pad for absolute clarity and with all the gravity of a Queen: clapped his approval.

Orange…turned pink?

Huh, didn’t know humans could do that.

Now that they were both grinning like idiots, Blurr decided to return the favor, putting a talon to the glass. Face razor sharpened in concentration.

Blurr was quite happy with his work. Though it did resemble a lopsided star fish with a pair of barnacles haphazardly stuck on to it. Or, maybe two star fish fused together after some kind of horrible accident.

Human noses are wrong and evil okay.

Still, presentation is the better half of art. Blurr offered his work like a jewel. Head high. Once Orange had stopped cringing at the noise, he seemed unbelievably excited by his portrait. So excited in fact, he completely left the room.

Yelling? And waving back towards the glass.

Oh well. It was about time Blurr needed to get back to his job anyways.

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Blurr looked for Orange.

Broken glass and twisted metal formed ragged teeth around every gap he slipped through. Spilled gas and other oils coated the top of the water, sealing it in a rainbow sheen. Blurr had never known something so colorful could be so disgusting to the touch.

When the tsunami hit, his city had suffered the usual nominal damage. Power got knocked out for a few neighborhoods. Many of the infirm had to go to the hospital for the compression sickness. All in all, Blurr had come out as untouched as ever.

For mers like him, who lost nothing and no one, it was conversational fodder for bar room small talk. He’d not really been paying attention until someone offhandedly mentioned the human city on the nearest island.

Destroyed. They said.

Unrecognizable. Another said.

And then one of them mentioned the bodies turning up in the undertow. At least several hundred were pulled out to sea, but the majority were still in the flooded city.

The edge of the ocean took a half day’s swimming to reach. Blurr did it in a tenth.

He only slowed when the bodies began bobbing by.

Blurr looked for Orange.

It was an uncommon color amongst humans. But every time he spotted it, he’d feel his stomach pull tighter than rope, and it’d stay taut until he knew. Until he was sure.

It wasn’t him.

Each time, it was a horrific relief. Eventually, he ran out of bodies in the open water and pushed into the city.

He’d… never been on this side of the glass before. There used to be children here. Long hallways leading into rooms he’d never known existed. Depictions of all kinds of sea life decorated the walls. Panels of black glass were everywhere. Fish species he’d never seen before littered the inside of the building. Dead.

The water was much higher than it had ever been before, and Blurr found himself swimming above roads and shops and street lamps.

Debris was everywhere. Anything buoyant drifted between broken buildings. Blurr had to go slowly to not hurt himself. To not miss anyone.

He spotted humans. Live ones. Not his. But it gave him hope. Maybe Orange was far far away, safe and breathing.

Blurr heard splashing.

He ducked beneath the water, just beneath the surface. As he neared the source of the sound, Blurr saw the lower half of a human form. Huddled against a concrete pillar, their feet struggled to share space on the short piece of bent metal sticking out from the structure. The feet slipped and the whole human appeared.

ORANGE!

Blurr raced forward with reckless speed. Orange was scrabbling frantically at the pillar with blunt and bloodied nails. He could smell it in the water.

He waited impatiently for the human to regain his footing, and circled the pillar once, twice, thrice and again.

When Orange was finally standing, Blurr surfaced to get a better look at him. He was drenched, bright hair plastered dark against his head. Orange was shaking -Shivering?- Violently in place, knuckles white and red clasped around the rough corners of the pillar.

His breath cut short as he caught sight of Blurr approaching. Babbling, Orange made a fast series of human noises, repeated over and over again. When Blurr got closer, Orange shrieked and tried to curl into as small as possible with the little room he had.

Could humans not see at night or something?

Blurr huffed and circled closer, “I’m not going to eat you, but if you keep thrashing like that, you’ll definitely attract something that will.”

His whistles and clicks were going to be nonsense to Orange, Blurr knew, but silently staring didn’t seem productive either.

Apparently, it worked. Orange squinted a little more closely at the mer, and made a questioning noise. He tentatively waved before immediately clamping his hand back on the pillar.

Blurr smiled, and calmly waved back. He continued to click in a calming tone, “Yes, yes it’s me. See? I’m not going to hurt you.”

The mer looked around at the surrounding water. He thought humans could swim, yet Orange was clinging to his perch like his life depended on it. It didn’t look comfortable.

“Are you too tired to swim away?” Blurr drifted closer, already forming a plan nature conservators would deem terrible. “There’s plenty of spots for you to climb out of the water further from here.”

He was next to the human now, Orange was still tense and shaking from holding his position, but didn’t seem afraid of Blurr anymore.

Blurr pointed back the way he came, and slowly, gently laid his other hand on Oranges forearm. “You’re okay. See? I’m going to help you but you need to let go of the pillar sweetheart.”

He lightly pulled on the human’s arm, and miraculously, Orange complied. Though his breathing and shaking spiked faster, Orange let Blurr slowly place the human’s hand on his shoulder.

Orange made a strangled whining noise. Eyes screwed shut.

Blurr gradually convinced the human to lean on him more and more, until the mer was supporting the majority of his weight. The transition was smooth. The only hiccup was the final release from the pillar, where Orange nearly started to thrash again, but held onto an extremely strained calm that allowed Blurr to keep his head above water.

Like this, Blurr was nearly horizontal on his back, Orange held on top of his chest.

“You’re doing wonderful sweetheart. Like a newborn dolphin.” His tail gently pushed against the water and the duo drifted backwards.

This would have been easier if Orange wasn’t so tense. Blurr was sure humans could turn into stone from the feel of it. He tried soothing the human by running a hand down down his back, but that seemed to make it worse.

It felt like years had passed by the time they found a suitable ledge for Orange to clamber onto. The human flopping onto his back in exhaustion.

He would be fine. Blurr told himself. And you need to get home.

He’d not eaten anything since yesterday afternoon, and he could tell inspite of the cloud cover that day was breaking.

Blurr clicked goodbye, and just before he dove away, Orange barked out a sound.

Looking back, Blurr found the human staring at him. Still and silent. The same kind of wonder in his eyes they always held, but somehow deeper than before. Orange smiled, eyes almost hidden by his cheeks, and waved.

Blurr smiled back, and waved goodbye.

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The mer whistled furiously, “Oh for the love of- another dead end?!”.

Blurr whipped around to dart down another alleyway. “Sure I don’t have the best sense of direction but surely I would have stumbled back the right way by now. It’s the ocean! How can I miss the ocean? It’s the biggest damn thing on the planet!”

He didn’t notice it at first.

How the ground seemed closer than before. Or the currents that sucked through the debris.

It was only when the water had gotten enough low enough that he needed to pull himself over shallow barriers that Blurr realized what was happening.

The tide was going out.

Blurr followed the water to where it was deepest, beneath a large building filled with those metal rolling boxes the humans had littered everywhere.

This is fine. I’ll just wait until the tide comes back in.

Hopefully.

Just as Blurr entered the dark cavern, every spine on his body flared in fear.

Predator, smell, movement, sees me, flee, FLEE, FLEE.

The creature in the darkness lunged, shark-like jaws tearing through the churning dust left in Blurr’s wake.

He fled, not caring what directions he took as it seemed everywhere he went there were more of those things. Blurr had never seen anything like them before, had they come from the Rec center like all the other strange fish?

Didn’t matter.

The water was so shallow now he was catching fins on bits of broken glass and twisted metal.

I’m leaving a blood trail.

He needed to break their pursuit and soon. Hungry and exhausted, Blurr put all of his reserves in one final leapt.

Sailing through the air, Blurr got one clean look between the broken towers of the city, all the way out to the sea.

It was miles away. Pulled far far farther from the coast than the lowest of tides had ever pulled it before. The entire city had become a massive tide pool.

And then he landed.

On Orange.

“Oh!” He chirped, on the verge of fainting. “I was just looking for you.”

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Swerve is having a hell of a time.

“GUYS! Guys guys guys! You know that one really pretty fish that comes to the aquarium all the time?!? HE DREW ME!”

The others, seeing Swerves “portrait” scratched into three inch thick glass. “Are you sure that’s not a death threat mate?”

Also, I like the idea that the merfolk see humans as like, beavers or something. Not fully aware of their intelligence despite all the construction and making some incorrect assumptions.

-SSTP

I’m gonna put these requests here and go get some sleep fivhfh

Anyway

Texaid for Evren

Fullmetal bartenders for @saltynsassy31

(I got another request for Shockblurr and. I have no idea which of those ships is canon for snow bots au. It’s some Spiderverse kind of shit going on ahahah)

Texaid+Blast Off for Patrick17diaz

Two things. First - I don’t know how to explain it but Vortex strikes me as a guy who would keep a dead rat in his pocket.

Second - I think human First Aid would be into skeleton posing.

Suffer no longer my fellow TF MTMTE fans! Rejoice for I have scavenged the depths of the darkest caves and climbed the highest mountains to bring you LL reference photos and sketches for all my struggling background artists. The interior references are concept sketchs by Alex Milne (A.K.A markerguru on X and DeviantArt, and markerguru001 on instagram and tumblr)

In order of appearance (left to right):

if anyone was hunting for “History of the Transformers” narrated by Peter Cullen as Optimus Prime, ive managed to rip the audio and uploaded it to archive for all to hear :] <3

I am once again asking Hasbro to give us a The Art of Cyberverse book.

Bls give me a book with the good good concept art I beg thee Hasbro

Honestly, I’d love a Cyberverse art book too. The best I can do is offer you my extensive collection of concept art and references I pulled from the artists’ Artstation portfolios (the artists I could find, anyway). I saved everything I could find except a few pieces that weren’t canon-relevant. If you want to see those, just Google “[artist’s name] Cyberverse.” The link to each artist’s Artstation should pop up; then you can see any extra pieces for yourself.

If you’re interested in original character concept art, I can’t help much there since there isn’t much out there, but you’ll find finalized character turnarounds and show references in each character’s named folder:

All in all, I had a good excuse to do a full rewatch of Cyberverse. 😎

The purpose of this collection is to provide references for artists and writers who may find them useful. I started with Cyberverse since it’s the easiest, but I’m working on expanding to include references from Prime, Rescue Bots, the other Aligned shows, and IDW 1 and 2.

Writing Description Notes:

Updated 9th September 2024 More writing tips, review tips & writing description notes

Lion dance × Transformers

So a free tool called GLAZE has been developed that allows artists to cloak their artwork so it can't be mimicked by AI art tools.

AI art bros are big mad about it.

Seeing as Twitter is gonna legally steal your work now, please use glaze to protect what you make.

Guys did you hear about Nightshade?

Using both Glaze and Nightshade would corrupt the generation of pictures mimicking artist AND mess with the AI's recognition of what everything is. Like it would generate a dog when you ask for a cat.

And it would be hell for AI bros to remove the cloaked pictures from their database ʕ 👀人ʔ

As a paramedic, Ratchet's alt mode in tfp driving around Jasper is hilarious to me.

We usually know who is on what ambulance unit and where the other ambulances are. They have GPS trackers on them/on the ambulance's phone, so dispatch can see where they are. Jasper is a small town, so their EMS/Fire dept is likely small as fuck. So the first responders all likely know each other and what's going on.

NO ONE can track this weird ass ambulance. Dispatch has no idea where it came from.

The other medics in Jasper being like "what fucking unit is that" or "what THE FUCK." There's no department marking or star of life on Ratchet's alt's exterior, but it has lights and sirens. Which is fucking illegal.

The other first responders talk about the Mysterious Unknown ambulance that is OCCASIONALLY spotted like a fucking cryptid. It becomes an inside joke/urban legend.

Drew this when I should’ve been sleeping