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Art hub and RP Archive of My half-Cybertronian half-Eldritch Abomination Transformers OC (Main/personal blog is onelonecritter) Warning for mild to major robot body horror/robo gore! Mun is currently 30. Pacific Daylight Timezone.

[dollofiacon-artandarchive]

ANNOUNCEMENT

((Okay, so I've got all of my drafts that I owe responses to here in my sideblog that way I don't lose anything and the threads will continue on the new Main @dollofiacon blog. If I'm waiting on you to reply to a thread, just reblog it as normal and I'll handle things from there! It might get a little messy at first, but I think I've got it. Thankfully, my blog layout isn't too complicated.))

((The future of this blog, specifically is that it will just go back to being what it was in the first place, a blog where I post art and work on the story of the Doll Of Iacon!AU that takes place in the TFA universe. I can keep working on my comic, other people who followed for that and the ship art can stay here, and I won't have to shit my pants out of anxiety when I post cringe OC x Canon character stuff that has nothing to do with RP. It will also double as an archive, because I refuse to just toss this all away, and I really like reading past threads.))

((So, be prepared for this blog to have a new name, and keep your eyes peeled for dollofiacon to start following as its own indie RP blog! This also means my main blog onelonecritter will be unfollowing RP blogs to help turn it back into more of a personal blog. I'll be letting people know OOC beforehand just to make sure I don't accidentally cause a panic.))

[dollofiacon-artandarchive]

Not necessarily a spoiler, I guess? I don't know. All I know is that Mourningstar's existence in the DOI!AU throws quite a few wrenches in the works for a good portion of canon characters.

[morethanmeets-thegrave]

((I'll have to do some sketches to get myself better acquainted with drawing my OCs in this style, but I'm at least glad to have a ref for each of them now. Also, height comparison because it's necessary.))

Feng [Standing next to Bumblebee] stands at 6 ft.

Tamara [the lady standing next to Feng] also stands at 6ft. (they both only look a bit taller because of their shoes.)

Kyung [middle] is 5'4" ft without any heels/shoes.

Shinju [the one in red] is the shortest, standing at 5'2" ft without heels/shoes.

Luka [the blonde one] is probably the median height of the family, 5'9" ft.

Lee [The very last one of the lineup] is the tallest, standing at 6'5" ft without heels/shoes.

((I really had to do rough estimates on the height differences between them, and the canon human characters. I'll need to practice those proportions while I'm at it. Yikes.))

[dollofiacon-artandarchive]

Regarding their roles in the DOI!AU, I actually think when I write drabbles centered more around them, it'll be a separate collection. Cause I actually have thought about these guys as their own thing within the TFA universe. Still, this goes here for consistency and such.

[thegravecartel]

((I drew Isaac mostly by memory, so apologies if he doesn’t look quite right. Anyways, this doodle was brought to you by bi panic! I don’t even know if Sumdac would be bi, I just love the idea of this poor dude unintentionally getting stuck in a sort of non-dramatic love triangle.))

[dollofiacon-artandarchive]

Putting this here too because I intend on having it be a side gag in the story. Not a very big one, but I just wanted to give that goofy professor some love!

[dollofiacon-artandarchive]

What Kyung, Mourningstar and Sentinel Prime's dynamic in the TFA!Doll of Iacon!AU be like. Also, fuck Sentinel Prime. He don't get proper clean sketches.

[dollofiacon]

((I'm starting to get more inspiration to write TFA!Mourningstar's "canon" story now that I gave her my other gremlin-ass OC as a supporting character in fics. I haven't started writing chapters yet, but that's cause I'm just gonna be doing drabbles/ficlets. Anyways, sneak peek of a lil animatic I'm working on.))

[dollofiacon-artandarchive]

I can actually start posting some more stuff on here! ...Hopefully. I'm working on the actual Doll Of Iacon!AU since my brain's been cooking. Problem is, there are SO. MANY. ART. WIPS.

Oh well, at least I got onto AO3, and can put any finished ficlets there.

[captainseamech]

//as if this year couldn’t get any worse on me, my 10 year old laptop finally kicked the bucket with fried chipsets due to the lack of a proper fan (thanks to a certain entity in my house). Since I am tired to try over and over again just to never succeed, I am reaching out to you guys in hopes I can get a new pc for myself since this bad boy cannot be fixed. Here is proof of what I had to deal it during ten years

I cannot afford to buy one on my own and I need a computer to both write and work on commissions, and since I mentioned I got tired of waiting to be rewarded just for it to never happen, I want to make the effort to get one for myself but I cannot do this alone since it is pretty expensive where I live. I accept donations through Kofi and PayPal (DM me for it), and I can also try to do a few icons in return on my phone during my free time. If you can’t send money, please spread the word out as much as you can 🙏

For all of those who donates +20 dollars, you will be rewarded with a doodle from my friend @piperafterdark of whatever you desire, just remember to put your URL when you donate for them to send the doodle your way!

[dollofiacon]

POV: You pay a visit to Mourningstar, and she's just doing this. Wyd

((Happy Spooky Month!~))

[alpha113nredshirteradicon]

"You've probably not heard from him because Cybertron is far from being safe. It's not even habitable." The eradicon wasn't sure Cybertron would ever be habitable again, let alone safe.

A ballet dancer? He had no idea what that was. He was about to ask when she mentioned that she was worse than an Autobot spy. What did she mean by that?! It had him worrying again. He felt like he couldn't catch a proper vent around his... Cybertronian, this civilian. Seeing her neck cables bend the way they did in her neck as she moved her helm had him shivering deep down.

"Worse as in... some sort of soul sucker, or something. I've never seen anyone like you. The way you move, the way you look. What are you?" he hoped he didn't sound offensive, but he was genuinely curious. "Also, calling me sir doesn't feel right. You can call me A113N, Alpha, or Allen. Just... choose one."

[dollofiacon-artandarchive]

Judging from the lack of reaction from Mourningstar, it wasn't an offensive question for Allen to ask her. If anything, she had been clearly pondering the same thing. The femme's gaze lowered down to her pedes, then at her own servos while she curled her eerily long digits.

"... I don't know... Others have been trying to figure that out; the council, the scientists... No one seems to know what the other half of my frame is," Mourningstar admitted blankly, shrugging her shoulders.

"Allen...? Allen... It's nice to meet you," She decided, demeanor cheering up once she was given something else to focus on. The tips of her black tentacles wagging as her little grin returned, for better or for worse.

[dollofiacon-artandarchive]

Thinking about something since I want to make this RP blog more approachable(?) to other RP blogs that don't want to interact with personal blogs since this is a side-blog.

Should I just cut the middle man and move this blog into a Main one? I have a spare, it'll be the one main that has lovedollofiacon as its side.

Yes, move this blog over there

Nah, just keep it here.

Voting ended onSep 10, 2025

[dollofiacon-artandarchive]

((The people have spoken! I shall work on the transfer, and an announcement post for my plan.))

[singulos]

Megatron slowed the ship down and began to scan the canopy of the trees below until he saw a clearing, one large enough for their ship. He brought the ship in low and began to landing procedure. He set the ship to autopilot for this and got up before he walked over to another console and engaged the optical camouflage. "Here we go. This will keep us hidden. Now we just do some scouting and get familiarized with our surroundings."

[dollofiacon-artandarchive]

Much like a young bot waiting for the opening of their favorite Energon goodie shop, Mourningstar could barely contain herself as the ship landed and went into camouflage mode.

"Yaaay...!~" The hybrid's little cheer was quick to fade once the ship docked and lowered the ramp, drowned out by the sound of her skittering with uncanny speed into the open wilderness. "Wooow...!" She gasped in awe.

As Megatron established, the first thing to do was to scout and familiarize their new surroundings. Which in Mourningstar's processor, meant not just acquainting her sensors with the sights, sounds, and smells... But also the taste of things, as she proceeded to either shove samples of different flora into her intake or lick the surfaces of rocks and trees.

[dollofiacon-artandarchive]

Mourningstar glanced upwards and looked about when a distant eruption's echoes reached their sector, cooing in fascination once the orange lights began to flash. She fixated on it, nearly put in a trance until Razorwreck spoke up and snapped her out of it.

"Okay...! I'll follow," She affirmatively nodded, taking a moment to transform her pedes into tire mode before gliding towards the cell door in preparation to leave with him. "It's nice to meet you, Razorwreck. I'm Mourningstar," The femme answered politely, remaining calm just as he instructed.

Once she was out, she was swift to glide right over to his side. Luckily, she understood that she was supposed to stay close and not wander off. Unfortunately, that also meant Razorwreck was now stuck under the unblinking gaze of her optics, and she no longer walked, but floated around him like a gangly specter. It certainly didn't help that she drew her arms up a bit, letting her creepy servos and long digits dangle idly, occasionally fidgeting.

[radio-bubble]

The act of opening the capt- Mourningstar's cell was a quick one. All told he didn't think it would really be necesscary but if that's what whoever was on the light thought was best then he would do it.

Surely the other Decepticons could capture whatever Autobot boarding team had just smashed their way onto the ship with ease, right?

"That is very useful skill," he commented idly as he turned and stuck his head out of the room for a quick check before leading her out. His pedes clicked on the floor as they went, and he had to admit to being jealous of the way she kept up with him so easily.

But the uncanny way she moved was enough to make Razorwreck feel oddly nervous as well. Her movements were so strange, just what did her articulation points look like?

"Your movements are very fluid, very graceful. Have you ever danced?"

[dollofiacon-artandarchive]

Mourningstar perked up at the compliment, grinning sheepishly while giving a modest bow of her helm in response.

"Thank you... Yes, actually... I'm a ballet dancer for Director Silvergleam and his fully automated orchestral stages.~" She confirmed, still staying close to her warden as the corridors of the ship got busier with the current commotion.

She knew that Razorwreck needed to focus on his own tasks, but with the bit of small talk, Mourningstar felt a bit more at ease.

"What about yourself, Razorwreck? Have you ever danced?" Mourningstar wondered in return, innocently tilting her helm, seeming to block out whatever was going on around them just to keep the conversation going.

[dollofiacon-artandarchive]

Mourningstar’s black lips pursed into a wobbled line as she watched Bee go through the process of grasping what she had just revealed to him. Her expression never easing, nor showing any signs of being in on any sort of sick joke. Her confusion raised while glancing up towards the ceiling as he tried to call the ones up above out for playing a prank. But it was no such thing, and once Bee fully realized that what she was in earnest, her panic rose again, mirroring the frantic EM field crackling off of him.

“I don’t know! I don’t know what’s going on anymore! I was waiting for a sign of Sentinel Prime’s ship since he’s still on the search for the Matrix of Leadership, but then…” She sharply in-vented to slow down her babbling, and steady herself. “The ship landed somewhere far away on our planet’s surface, I don’t know what they want…”

“I thought that Sentinel Prime chased them off our planet all those vorns ago!” She began to fret, pacing around anxiously while lightly tugging on her twin tendrils. “…Did Sentinel tell anyone? Is that why you and the rest are stuck down below? He told me I was supposed to stay up above, but he never said anything about why…”

[cybertr0nian]

" Uh uhm...n-no Sentinel said the war was over but that the surface was still to dangerous to live on so we just stay down here. Why did Sentinel tell you to stay on the surface?" Bee asks confused, maybe Sentinel felt that she was strong enough to survive the surface...or did she work for him?

" I mean I don't think Sentinel was trying to kill you he keeps us all safe." was she maybe some kind of weird Quintesson mix? Is that why? Did Sentinel not feel safe with her being with them? But she seemed so nice " I-I don't know....I'm sorry I wish I could help but maybe you should tell Sentinel about the Quintessons, maybe he doesn't know."

[dollofiacon-artandarchive]

Mourningstar continued to pace around like an anxious mechanimal, trying to keep herself grounded while Bee gave his two-shanix on the matter. Eventually, she slowed down, and her red optics met his blue ones. The tentacles protruding from her helm wilted with the rest of her posture, this bot was just as in the dark as she was.

“Don’t be… I’m sorry for dropping down here, I didn’t mean to cause such a scare,” She apologized back, pausing to look around once more before she tilted her helm, curiously staring at him. “Is there a way for me to get back up to the surface? Or really, any way to get upstairs to try and find help?”

[zypherion]

He walks down a few doors and knocks politely.

"Come in." a femme voice calls out.

He'll palm the door open and step slightly inside, making room for Mourningstar to come in behind him. "Ladies, this is Mourningstar." a gesture toward the femme, then a gesture to each Hydrobot as he introduces them, "Team leader Tacea, Capera, Natia, Otaria, and Sarka. They form Tethys."

Each femme offers a smile and a dip of the head. Tacea speaks up, "Nice to meet you, Shadow has spoken about you."

otaria - seal, sarka - gator, tacea - whale, capera - capricorn, natia - seahorse

[dollofiacon-artandarchive]

Mourningstar cordially returned the polite greeting in kind, waving at the five fembots in accordance with Shadow’s presentation.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all as well,” She chirped back, blushing a bit once again when Tacea mentioned how Shadow spoke about her before.

Letting out a cooing titter while nuzzling her face into his shoulder briefly. Just until the warm and fuzzy feeling cooled down and she could speak once the color faded from her doll-like visage.

“What is it like being a hydrobot…? Is it true that Earth has many more secrets hidden down in the oceans than they do on land?”

[alpha113nredshirteradicon]

"Hold on," The eradicon said, stopping in his tracks, "Why are you so willing to follow me? You're not even putting up a fight. I want to make sure you're not a threat to me or my team before I take you to them and before I tell you my name," this was just so unnatural that it didn't feel right. It felt like a trick.

Bringing something unknown to his team or the ship was a bad idea. He wasn't even sure he wanted to let Megatron know they found, what he had found. If this odd bot was truly a danger, Allen would get scrapped for being dumb enough to bring her on board.

"I'm going to need some details. Why are you out here? Are you a spy for the Autobots? Something worse, maybe?" his gun was still aimed at her, although he wasn't going to be rude enough to charge it.

[dollofiacon-artandarchive]

The femme immediately stopped when she was ordered to, and swiveled her helm around to look back at Allen again. She couldn't tell what was going on with the eradicon, even as he worded his suspicions and questioned her compliance.

"I've just been trying to stay online, sir. I was told to wait until my director came to retrieve me, and bring me back to Cybertron once it was safe, but I haven't had any communication with him in vorns..." Mourningstar replied without hesitation, shaking her helm at the question of if she was an Autobot spy. "I'm a ballet dancer, I wasn't able to side with either when the war started, and I still hadn't when I was evacuated. Though, I suppose one could say I'm 'worse'...?"

Her helm tilted, causing the long neck cables to bend uncomfortably while she held a crooked digit up to her chin pensively.

"I don't want to hurt anyone, sir... I don't think I will, but I don't know what you mean by 'worse'," She babbled, her coherency waning as she grew more confused.

[herbietheautobot]

With a chuckle, Herbie follows behind the femme. Grinning an easy, lopsided grin as he does.

Her cave looked as homey as ever and her snacks.....looked tasty? Ignoring the note that the chocolate has been "scavenged" - whatever that meant - the candied morsels DID look good.

But Herbie remembered the one time a certain dealership owner had dumped a large helping of Irish coffee and whipped cream into his gas tank and his intake gave an unhappy gurgle-

"Heh, I'll play it safe and take a slice of oil cake, thanks. My digestion isn't as hearty as yours, Star."

[dollofiacon-artandarchive]

"One slice, coming up!~" Mourningstar nodded affirmatively, setting aside the tin of candies in favor or picking up a triangle trowel.

While Earth had very little means of providing silverware, bowls and plates for Cybertronians, the femme had apparently been making due with the closest things she could find. Even taking up a bit of smithing--If hitting heated metal against a rock counted as such-- in order to turn similar objects into functioning tableware. The slice of oil cake for Herbie was served on a flattened clean metal trash can lid. The fork provided was a polished pitchfork.

"I hope you'll like it! I've been learning how to craft my own biofuels, diesel, oils and spirits out of the crops I've grown; it's been coming quite in handy for when I need ingredients," The femme explained, serving her guest the slice of cake before she served herself one as well. "Isn't it amazing how humans have primitive technology that can still manage to do these things?"

[herbietheautobot]

Honestly Herbie hadn't even thought about Mourningstar's silverware situation until just now, when she would need some....and then the femme is pulling out all of the repurposed tools and items she'd made to serve as such.

It was all rather clever, really. Herbie takes his plate and "fork" with a thanks and moves to sit somewhere. It'd be rude to eat while standing, after all. He has a bite and hums in appreciative delight at the taste. It was good-!

"Well, you're doing a great job with what you have. Because this cake is tasty, Star. Really! You've really got yourself a nice little "farm" here."

He grins at her

[dollofiacon-artandarchive]

"I'm so glad you like it, Herbie!~" Mourningstar quietly cheered, lightly tapping her servos together with glee. "With how well the oil cake has been turning out, I think I'll really be able to bring a bit of Cybertron down here for bots who need a little bit of comfort," She hoped, quite optimistic about this little aspiration.

It was a long-shot, and the femme still had a lot of work to do; it might not have really been the most noble of causes, but it was better than exacerbating the conflict.

"I wonder what else will be able to grow here in these fields," She pondered, her gaze shifting to look out at the crops. "I've already ruled out Energon crystals, sadly, but it was worth a shot."

[dollofiacon-artandarchive]

Thinking about something since I want to make this RP blog more approachable(?) to other RP blogs that don't want to interact with personal blogs since this is a side-blog.

Should I just cut the middle man and move this blog into a Main one? I have a spare, it'll be the one main that has lovedollofiacon as its side.

Yes, move this blog over there

Nah, just keep it here.

Voting ended onSep 10, 2025