My love for transformers, anything prehistoric, and world building has meshed together and created an unholy child. Now listen to my thoughts hitting the concrete at Mach 10 speeds.
Anything under the cut will just me my rambling and
Staring Notes
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1. Dinosaur and time inaccuracies; not everything will be 100% paleoaccurate! Some things have been added because I think it’s fun. There will be dinosaurs and other prehistorics shown standing next to another when in real like they didn’t.
2. This isn’t based off of any continuity in particular. Just a mish-mash of different ideas, headcannons, and parts from different cannons.
3. If you have any ideas for what Dino a character would be and it hasn’t been chosen yet, do suggest it in my asks!
4. I use prehistoric’s as a catch all term for everything extinct, basically. Since not everything in the past is considered a dinosaur.
Baseline Plot
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In an ambiguous land that ranges from thick woodlands that blocks out the sun, to sparse scrubby plains, to a bold range of snow tipped mountains. The summers often threatening long droughts with the winters promising mild temperatures, but also intense storms.
Not all prehistorics are sentient, but those who are find themselves split into two separate groups. The Autobots and the Decepticons. Each side becoming opposed to one another due to opposing ideals, personal grudges, and environmental pressures. Leading to battles for territory, control, and resources.
Those who are sentient are said to have a “spark” in them compared to the prehistorics that are just feral. Those who are just feral usually sport completely black eyes, or another dark shade along side natural behavior for their species. “Sparked” individuals can randomly pop up from feral prehistorics.
Storyline/Lore
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Sparked vs Feral
Characters
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You are free to suggest characters and what Dino/prehistoric they should be! And you are free to throw in any ideas for them <3
Also, you can give me your ocs if you want me to prehistoric them.
Red means they’re Decepticon aligned, Blue is autobot, and green is neutral or other!
If they have their name listed but no prehistoric by their name, it means it is undecided but I want them in the story! So you are free to suggest what prehistoric creature they should be.
Soundwave - Smilodon Populator
Ravage - Dinictis
Rumble -
Frenzy -
Nightshade -
Kiloton - Parasaurolophus Walkeri
Megatron - Maybe spino, can be convinced otherwise
As apart of my Prehistoric Transforners au; where you can read more here!
Figured I should do my first lore/world building posts setting up the differences between the feral and the sparked. And the differences they share.
“Sparked” individuals
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Introduction - Sparked individuals is an odd phenomenon where prehistorics are born with an increased emotional compacity, problem solving, and intelligence. In simpler terms, sentience. The population of sparked individuals compared to the feral is incredibly low. Only about a 3% out of those around are sparked.
How to tell - One of the easiest ways to easily differentiate the sparked from the feral is by their behavior. Sparked often do things that the feral don’t. The second easiest way being to look at their eyes. Sparked eyes often sport brighter colors that can be purposefully gained by eating certain plants. They are also more expressive which helps with communication. Sparked individuals can be born with brown or duller colors. Much to their own disadvantage as carnivorous sparked might see their dull eyes and jump straight to trying to hunt when they wouldn’t have if they knew the other was sparked.
Grouping - The Sparked rarely stay with the feral group they were born with. And those that do either manage to take up a leader-like position or at the very bottom of the pecking order. The more likely scenario is the sparked individual finding a group of other sparked to rely on or living a solitary lifestyle instead. Groups of sparked can range from duos, all the way to packs that have sprawling territories with their own, self-made hierarchies of order with their own methods of keeping everyone fed.
Survival rates - All prehistoric species can produce sparked offspring, though the base odds are low. Due to sparked individuals often being abandoned at hatch or birth, their survival rates are low unless another sparked steps in. Species that naturally abandon their young, tend to have a higher sparked offspring survival rate because they’re born fully independent and don’t need to rely on their parents who might’ve otherwise shunned them.
Instincts - Despite being sentient, some of their base instincts remain. However the more violent urges to hunt if they’re a carnivore can easily and healthily be redirected if they’re brought up with other sparked. However if their instincts go unchecked, or even trained to attack and kill sparked and feral alike, leads to a being that is far more of a threat then any feral could ever be.
Feral Individuals
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Introduction - the feral are the majority of the land. Lacking the sentience that the sparked have. They’re the foundation of the environment and serve as both beings to be hunted by the sparked, or be those who hunt the sparked. They make up the 97%
How to Tell - Feral and sparked individuals tend to have big behavior differences. Feral individuals often stick to their usual natural behaviors, not deviating much. Their eyes are another way. Often being dark and blank compared to their sparked counterparts. A feral only trait is a ring of color on their otherwise brown/black eye. Not all have them, but it is a sure fire way for easy identification.
Sparked young - When a sparked is first born the mothers reaction completely depends on their species, temperament, and experience. Reactions usually can be classified under rejection, acception, and cannibalism. Rejection is the most common reaction. Ferals can sense something is different with sparked young and treat them as if they were sick. This involves moving them out of the nest or herd, nudging them away when they attempt to get close, and pushing them away from food sources to her normal, feral young can feed. Acception is the more uncommon. In these cases it’s often case by case. Cannibalism is most common in carnivorous species or first time parents. Eating the sparked individual to regain the nutrients that went into making them.
 Predation - Carnivorous ferals will treat Sparked as if they are feral. Taking the chance to hunt and stalk them.
Notes
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This will be added to overtime! If you have any questions feel free to throw it in the comments, my asks, or dms!
So, you may know about my fan comic @transformers-nitro. It’s…. Looking a little…. Dry….
Sad, I know. I need to finish the ref sheets.
Ok, with the backstory done, are any of you willing to be panel artists for the comic? I absolutely suck at panels, and really want to get these panels out there.
here are some ref sheets (so that you know I’m not scamming you)
Found by Ravage alone when he was just a kit; previously having been shunned by his feral mother; he grew up under the influence of her and LaserBeak. Soundwave joined the Decepticons when they were still small, quickly becoming one of Megatron’s most trusted members for being able to command others, handle communication between satellite territories and such, while also being a force on the battlefield.
Similar to Ravage, he is aloof and blunt. Never mincing his words and saying only what is needed. He observes others from a distance, taking note about their personal relationships and any possible signs for disobedience against Megatron. His rather menacing demeanor leaves others to keep their distance from him. However a few are always seen close to the large Smilodon despite SoundWaves reputation.
Rumble, Frenzy, and NightShade were taken in by SoundWave, much like how Ravage originally took him in. Rumble and Frenzy came long before Nightshade.
SoundWave often can tolerate Autobots as long as they’re on their side of the territory border- except when it’s Blaster. SoundWave and Blasters rivalry is often viewed as odd from others looking in, in the way that neither target their much more vulnerable companions. Rewind and Eject barely even getting more than a glance from SoundWave despite being more than capable of gravely injuring both of them.
Ravage - Dinictis
An older Dinictis all things considered, but still just as spry as a juvenile. Ravage grew up alone, having been left behind by her mother as just a kitten. For a while she lived alone. Getting from day to day by hunting small critters and fish. One day LaserBeak came across her and they struck up a deal. LaserBeak would help scout out weak, but larger feral’s, and Ravage would go and take them down. Giving them both a fulfilling meal. This temporary alliance snowballed into a genuine friendship, a sense of loyalty being built between them. One day in the mountains while following one of LaserBeak’s leads, she found a young kitten, SoundWave. Despite her initial hesitancy she took him in. Raising him and teaching him all she knew about how to survive in a world that was eat or be eaten.
When they came across the young decepticon startup, Ravage only joined because SoundWave did, and Laserbeak only joined because Ravage did.
Ravage is often the one watching and listening in places where others might overlook. Her honed skills of surviving for years alone gifting her with a fine tuned sense of smell and trained ears. Landing her a position as a tracker and scout for the Decepticons.
Much like SoundWave, she is quite cold and silent. Her intense stare doesn’t hide the fact that she judges all that cross her path. Often taking strong stances on those around her. She either likes or hate you, no in between. However she has a soft spot for LaserBeak, believing him competent, SoundWave, for growing up to be so strong and controlled. And while she cannot name the reason why, she cares for Rumble, Frenzy, and NightShade.
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Notes
“Why does Ravage look like that?”. Because I hand drew the line work and colored in Ravage before taking a photo lol. I was just too lazy to redo her lines in my art app. Maybe I’ll redo it. Maybe I won’t.
Here’s the version that lives in my sketch book!
As you can see it’s quite a bit rougher. And apparently featuring a random Pittacosarus!
Tutorial on drawing characters/OCs who have some sort of facial paralysis. It doesn't cover all possible variants because I was using mirror as my main reference lawl
Keep in mind that this is an introductory drawing tutorial and has some generalizations in it, so not every “X is Z” statement will be true for Actual People 👍
Consider supporting me on ko-fi if you find this to be helpful.
I promise most people don't have facial paralysis from [world's most extreme physical trauma] btw. You are allowed to have an oc who just had a stroke or is congenitally disabled or had an infection it's fine. I promise.
do you like transformers: animated? here’s my collection of all episodes, shorts, allspark almanacs, tie-in comics, and manga for TFA archived and available for download!
HEWWOOOO today's suggestion is this video hfjdhjsd https://www.tumblr.com/the-real-seebs/761705340004974592?source=share
Like in my head it would be funny as ultra magnus/minimus but really anyone you think would be funny would work. OP would do this probably. Or like shockwave.
After a lot of work any many drawings of Minimus later…
HANDS DOWN ONE OF THE FUNNIEST ASKS I HAVE RECEIVED SO FAR. I knew I had to do it even if it would be a lot of work. SO HERE IT IS!! Minimus Ambus going crazy in the Transformers historical museum. Very proud and laughing my ass off. Thank you anon for making me do this I love you xoxo.
Today at my school we had an assembly about internet predators and when I had said that most of my true friends are over the internet and they gave me a lecture about how “I don’t know who I’m talking to” blah blah. So please, if you aren’t a predator in any way, please reblog so i can prove a point.
IM A CUDDLY BEAN OF MIDGET HEIGHT LOVE ME @draco-the-kitsune @da-moonmoon @ekhoecho @xxacantheaxx @la-sid @devils-in-disguise-music-stuff @angelchronicals @vynl-from-the-void
You all have helped me through some of the hardest things in my life! And I feel like I’d get along so well with you, @mtttme ! I wanna meet you all in real life!
I talk to my internet friends about more important shit than with my friends from school OF FUCKING COURSE I WANNA MEET THEM @sleekeazyz i’m talking to you
lol @writing-sloth don’t worry, i’m not a predator! you’re way more genuine than friends i see everyday and i’d love to meet you :) WE’VE BEEN CURSED TO LIVE LIVES MILES AND MILES APART
@fandom-mutt @sparkxii @raptorqueen17 @slutforketchup Are the best friends I’ve ever had and I met them over the internet!(an exception for slutforketchup,who i met in my french).Getting a tumblr was the best decision I’ve ever made! See mom, not every person I meet on the Internet is a pedophile!
I made this Ratchet reference/breakdown if anyone finds it useful!
I want to do one of Pharma but if there's any other characters y'all would like breakdown studies of let me know!
TFES AU- Rumble lives, Chapter two (Writing + lil doodle)
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Finally got the creative juice to write the second chapter! There’s only one art doodle for this one because I really didn’t know what to draw. This is 2k words and is cross posted on Ao3!
Warning for description of robo gore, however it isn’t that bad.
And there’s the link to the first chapter if you wanna read it!
In Transformers Earthspark there’s a singular throw away line about Rumble exploding because SoundWave tried to transform when low on Energo
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“Aaaand… just a little to the left… there!”. A mechanics voice happily rambled to himself as a drone shimmered under the harsh laboratory lighting. The lab itself of a mess, parts strewn about and long forgotten projects rotting in corners, forgotten.
Pride tingled in WheelJack’s spark as he stared at his creation, an aerial drone. Fitted with a multi-lense camera, several different abilities, and fully capable of complex aerial maneuvers! Just looking at it made his spark spin faster.
BANG BANG BANG
“WheelJack! O-open the damn door! I need help! Wheeljack!”. Wheeljack nearly knocked over his newly prized possession from the sudden yelling. His neck snapped towards his lab door and before his optics had time to register the dim pink glow, the thick stench of energon hit him.
Scrambling to his pedes, Wheeljack wasted no time snatching his medkit from the counter. With one swoop of his arm he cleared the large medical table. Sending the items once resting on it to decorate the floor, only adding to the mess.
WheelJack was the oh so lucky one to have the most medical knowledge after Ratchet was cut off from the team on Cybertron. So WheelJack automatically became the medic of the Autobots, despite knowing barely anything at first with only a few medical datapads to guide him. WheelJack was being a pretty good medic, says himself. Ratchet would probably call his work a mockery to Cybertronian Medicine, though.
WheelJack hastily unlocked the lab door, his digits shaking as his optics saw just how much pink glow was coming through the frosted glass of the rectangular lab window. As soon as he pushed open to the door he was met with an energon covered Bumblebee.
WheelJack’s spark spiked as his mind immediately started going through a check list he memorized from one of the datapads. Is the patient alert and conscious? Well Bumblebee walked his merry aft to his lab so, Check. Does the patient have any open gashs or missing limbs? No no he’s standing just fine- then where in the pits was all this energon coming from?!
Before WheelJack could open his mouth to ask Bumblebee had already pushed past him. “Y-you gotta save her- she’s still online! She’s just a youngling!”, Bumblebee’s frantic voice cut through the thick air the lab as the sound of something heavy being set down on his medical table made its way to his long audials.
“She? Whose she-“, before he could even finish his question it answered itself. WheelJacks optics flashed in horror as he stared at the mangled body strewn across his table. His tables twisted and bunched up, he felt like purging. The mess of red and blue wires were a mockery of the neat bundles that they should be. Half the left side of her chest was torn off, bits and pieces hanging on from stands of metal. The once smooth left cheek of the small femme’s face was torn off, exposing the rather delicate endoskeleton and sliced wires. Wheeljack had no idea who the frag this was from how obscured their features was from the gore and energon. However he could tell from the height and shape of the optics that this was someone young, very young.
He’d never seen a mech in such horrid condition and their spark still lit. WheelJack’s body sprung into action. Grabbing his tools and trying to halt the flow on Energon. “Who is this?”, WheelJack had to force the words out of his throat.
“Rumble, one of SoundWave’s cassettes”, Bumblebee sputtered as his servos flexed over the pink splattered frame, just looking for something, ANYTHING to do to help.
WheelJack did a double take, his bright aqua blue optics staring at the figure infront of him. He suddenly recognized that the body shape was exactly the same as Frenzy, the one he more commonly saw being a general nuisance. A shameful thought echoed in his processor, should he even be doing this? This was a decepticon. Sure, a youngling decepticon. But still part of the faction that tried to starve their home planet by keeping the Allspark away from it.
”… Bee I need you to hold pressure on the severed fuel line while I get this one fixed!”, WheelJack barked, shaking the dark thoughts away. He wasn’t about the let the cycle of pain continue. The war was over, he reminded himself. He had to forget, or at least try to forgive.
WheelJack forced himself to focus on the singular line he was fixing, quickly replacing the damaged line and reattaching fresh metal. After painstaking fine tightening to her small fuel lines he finished and began taking care of the line Bumblebee was previously putting pressure on. Was this how Ratchet felt all those years ago during the height of the war when mechs torn up beyond recognition were dragged to him, their friends begging Ratchet to save their spark?… WheelJack shuddered at the thought and refocused himself
Bumblebee took a step back and bent down at an awkward level, staring into the gaping hole that was Rumble’s side just to attempt to monitor her spark which was dimly pulsing.
”Don’t you have a spark monitor somewhere in this damn lab?”, Bumblebee snapped at WheelJack as he strained his optics to try to monitor the little spits of every coming off of the core.
”oh I did! But some weasel named Swindle decided he could just waltz in and snatch it along with some other equipment. Worse part is, he broke it when I caught it! Then tried to sell it back to me in three pieces!”, WheelJack rambled as he gritted his denta at the mere memory of that purple and yellow bastards face.
”WheelJack, you have created machinery so complex that-“, WheelJack was quick to cut Bumblebee’s line of thought off as he put the finishing touches on the broken fuel line he was working on.
“Yes, but only a certain type of metal can be used to read one’s spark. And you know whose hoarding the last of said metal? G.H.O.S.T!”, WheelJack explained with a frustrated grunt as he stepped back.
“Those control freaks only give me limited amounts for commissions. I can scrape some metal off the top for myself but it’s not enough”, the words came out of his mouth on their own. Annoyance seeping into every word as he stepped back to view Rumble’s body. His next step was clear, getting Energon back in her and fixing the wires.
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Bumblebee was silent, his processor swimming with the newly acquired information. If G.H.O.S.T was so possessive of value Cybertronian materials that WheelJack needed, why didn’t Optimus or Megatron try reasoning with them? Maybe Optimus just wasn’t aware?
Dull pain wavered through the yellow scouts processor, so much had happened in too little time. Why did this have to happen to him? Why couldn’t he have just avoided going out today? Maybe then none of this would’ve happened.
Bee’s bright ice blue optics uneasily watched as WheelJack began energon transfusions. Bumblebee could only hope that the sudden renewed energon flowing through Rumble’s fuel lines wouldn’t shock her into consciousness. Wheeljack learned the hard way to slowly transfuse energon into mechs from the time Elita needed one and punched him straight in the faceplates when she woke. However time was a luxury Rumble’s spark didn’t have.
Her face looked almost peaceful as WheelJack worked her save her. Her dark, dull optics emptily staring at the ceiling, completely unaware of anything that was going on. Bee almost envied her, almost.
Bee lent a servo when it came time to fix the wires. He had fixed his own wires quite a few times in field, and BreakDown’s who had begrudgingly came crawling to him for assistance in the dark of the night. After a set of wires were fixed he zip-tied them together and coiled them in nice neat bunches. Then he looked over at the wires WheelJack was doing and cringed. His coils looked somehow too tight and loose, having random loops sticking out here and there.
“I’ll do the ones on her face”, Bee offered without a second thought as he moved to stand beside her face. He had never seen behind Rumble’s bright pink visor before today. Her optics were large-ish, a sign of being on the younger side. But how was she so young? Ever since the war started the allspark halted its production of new sparks. So either Rumble and her sister were cold constructs or some sort of strange experiment. Could he even ask Rumble about it when she woke? Would it be rude to ask?
Bee’s attention was stolen as WheelJack stepped back and looked at his work. He seemed proud for a mere moment, but then his expression faltered. “I…. I’m unsure if I can even fully fix this”, the scientists voice came out uncharacteristically soft.
Bumblebee’s spark dropped at those simple words, his neck becoming stiff. “What do you mean?”
“There’s no arm joint for me to built off of. There’s so endoskeleton to connect to where the arm is supposed to be. I- I don’t think I can reconnect or rebuild an arm joint and arm from scratch.”, WheelJacl admitted as he shook his helm, disappointment thick in his voice as his optics went downcast.
Bumblebee’s optics widened at those words. They were beings of mechanical integrity, their whole bodies except for spark can be rebuilt with proper knowledge. Yet now Rumble was going to have to suffer with a singular arm for the foreseeable future?
“I can however safely seal the innerals off. Protecting them when someone with more experience then me can try to fix this mess”, WheelJack admitted with an exhausted sigh, a servo pinching the bridge of his nasal bridge.
”I think that would be best”, Bumblebee admitted as he solemnly looked at the limp form on the medical table, her frame decorated with dried energon and scratches.
”I’ll have to remove a speaker and some of the more rough edges”, WheelJack determined as he began and the harsh process of destroying a part of Rumble’s body to help her.
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Together they stepped back, looking at Rumble’s repaired body. A metal plate had been applied to both her side and cheek. Her body was physically repaired to the best of their ability, yet she had yet to online her optics.
”… what are you going to do?”, WheelJack asked to break the silence, his optics drifting to Bumblebee beside him
”Me? No, this is a we now”, Bumblebee incredulously quipped as he crossed his arms.
“what? I want no part of this! G.H.O.S.T has actively trying to take over my lab! If I am found to be housing a fugitive I’m cooked!”, anxiety was heavy in WheelJack’s voice as he almost frantically waved one of his arms at Rumble’s form.
Bumblebee’s servos clenched as he bit his lip, optics drifting down to the floor. “Please, WheelJack… I have no idea what to do. I don’t think I can handle this alone”.
Guilt prickled up in WheelJack’s processor and he emptily stared at Rumble. What WAS bee supposed to do? He didn’t have many options at all. And he needed a safe place to house her until they decided what to do. Because letting a youngling- even if she was a decepticon, rot in jail made his spark hurt at the thought of it.
”… Fine. She can stay with me until you find some here else. Hopefully the best place for her to hide is right under G.H.O.S.T’s nose-“, before the last word could exit WheelJack’s mouth tight arms wrapped around him.
”Thank you”, Bumblebee softly said as his grip refused to falter.
WheelJack let out a sigh and patted Bee’s back. “Don’t mention it”
The sweet, tender moment quickly vanished as a groan came from the medical table, dull pink optics starting to turn on.
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Really happy with how this turned out! I met my word goal of 2k for the chapter. I’m planning on trying to have at least 2k for each chapter.
Also I’m aware that there’s a bit of ablism coming from Bee, it’s gonna be referenced again next chapter.
If you’ve seen my other au posts you’ve seen lil bits of her all beat up, but here’s her after getting basic repairs! But now here’s her full design! Along with some lore snip bits on the side.
Feel free to use this ref if you want to draw her! And if you want to ask questions about her go ahead!
Here’s the lore to the beginning of the AU plus the art! Go ahead and check it out
In Transformers Earthspark there’s a singular throw away line about Rumble exploding because SoundWave tried to transform when low on Energo
