TransforMay Days 1 - 3 " Humble Origins"
Our most recent Optimus - Orion Pax from TF:One - admiring the origins of his character - the original G1 Optimus Prime toy!
Wrote this little poem to go along with it:
Before him stood a little toy
built from plastic and alloy.
Impressed, young Pax proclaimed in glee:
"This tiny creature looks like me!"
Little did our soldier know,
that soon he too will learn and grow.
Optimus Prime his name shall be
and hope will be his legacy.
Find this post on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55659586
And the collection for my Prompt List where hopefully soon others will upload their stuff aswell ^-^
https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Bwans_TransforMay_2024
To celebrate 40 years of Transformers I decided to make a prompt list for creators in May!
Feel free to choose between doing one fanwork every three days or doing one for the 6-day themes~
(Or just doing the Themes you like haha)
Bc of the Big Bang happening at the same time, this prompt list is more a chill thing to join for any type of creator, be it writer, editor, 2D/3D artist or anything else!
I'd be super happy to see some reblogs and many participants!
Feel free to use this graphic and tag me in your posts~
(The Tag to be used is #bwans-transformay-2024 in case you don't wanna @ me hehe)
And since I've been asked before: Ofc you're allowed to draw you OCs for this! You can do anything, be it a single character, a whole scene, an artwork of your OC, whatever inspiration brings to you <3
EDIT:
There's now a collection on AO3 for you to add your works: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Bwans_TransforMay_2024/profile
TransforMay Days 19 - 24 "Heavenly Virtue" / "Deadly Sin"
FINALLY FINISHED THESE GUYS AHHH
Fortress Maximus and Overlord I think are the two most exhausting heads I've ever drawn. Somehow, Overlord was harder?? But I also chose a really difficult angle for him bc I apparently really like to torture myself.
But agh, I really like how this one turned out! I once again really stretched the definition of "sketch" and spent 12 hours on this 🧍♂️
No poem this time bc I honestly am a bit burned out, BUT the next theme will have a mini-fic again! It's gonna be a sad one though ;-;
Enjoy, enjoy!
Prompt list here, ignore that it's taking me over a year to finish it lmao: https://www.tumblr.com/bwans-art/747595723342774272
Look in the mirror, what do you see?
Look at yourself, you're looking at me.
Feeling good in that body you wear?
Feels a bit tight, now that we share.
Who is in charge? Who's in control?
Do you think they noticed? Paid attention at all?
No, they ignore us, this awful creation.
Avoid the gaze of an abomination.
How long will you stay? Shall I beg you to leave?
Get on my knees and pray for relief?
This is my home, you took it from me.
Please, other self, just let me be free.
Find the prompt list here and feel free to join at any time!
https://www.tumblr.com/bwans-art/747595723342774272
Here's the last two TFMay pieces together as intended >:]
Once again, we got my 'sona up top and @bluecookiesabi's sona down below~
The general theme was "Above and Below"
I'm not gonna lie, even if I know I can do better, I'm still very proud of this because this was my first time drawing (almost) fullbody robots and doing a like, 75% render for them!
Still have to figure out which brushes to use for shading. I've had CSP for about 4 years now and I still don't like any style I tried, arghhhh
Up there she sits so mighty,
The solitude her friend;
No servo dares to touch her,
No love she has to spend.
She finds herself the sweeter
The more she is alone.
Her loyalty has failed her
And lost she has her home.
Surrounded by the shadows,
One light she sees arise,
and offer her a friendship,
her trust the only prize.
Hesitant she reaches out,
Opening her hand,
But fears, they close it quick enough,
Reminding her - she can't.
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Okay so, a lot of stuff happened that prevented me from finishing TFMay in actual May. Good stuff, like the TF Big Bang, bad stuff, like the hospital stay, and general business by things like university. I also burned myself out a bit because I rendered this much more than intended (It's "Just a sketch" guys!)
It's not a clean render, I swear, but after 15 hours I kinda went "yeah okay I should call it a day" lol
This is btw my TFsona Thunderwave! I do have a design sketch for her, but in the half year I've had the design now, I did start changing my mind a bit and want to do a redesign before I post the ref sheet here :]
Find the prompt list here. It might not be May 2024 anymore, but hey, it could inspire some of you guys!
https://www.tumblr.com/bwans-art/747595723342774272
Part 1 of the Two-Chapter Fanfiction that will be relating to Theme 2 (Life and Death)
Check this post for the full prompt list!
Read the second part here!
WORD COUNT: ~1200
WARNINGS: CHARACTER DEATH (Not yet here but next chapter)
TAGS: Canon Rewrite, Assassination Plot, Moral Dilemma, Justifiable Homicide, First Aid and Ambulon fucking snap
Delphi was not a welcoming place. It hadn’t been when it was built, it hadn’t been when it was staffed and even less so it was now, now that Ambulon, Pharma and First Aid were the only staff members that were still fully committed to their job. Especially Ambulon found trouble in adjusting himself to the merciless atmosphere of Messantine, but it was not just the planet that rejected him. It was not the threat of the DJD that caused his discomfort. It was the forced smile that Pharma had flashed him when he first arrived. The half-sparked handshake. The disdain in his voice whenever he ordered him around. Pharma tried to cover it with professionalism, but he hated Ambulon. Despised him and his past allegiance. Ambulon knew it and he ignored it. He had expected nothing less back when he joined the Autobots, he hadn’t expected open arms and warm words. But Pharma, on some days more than others, was colder than any snow outside of their shelter. Colder than the ice that surrounded them on this primus-forsaken planet and Ambulon couldn’t even do anything against it. They often had to work alongside each other, handing around instruments, tending to the same patients, fixing the same problems and enduring the unpleasant presence of the other. Ambulon had tried, really tried, to get into Pharma’s favor. He worked hard, sometimes harder than necessary, he was diligent and cooperative, followed his orders and here and there attempted some light conversation. But to no avail. First Aid he had befriended, he would even dare to claim that they were quite close, but Pharma was nothing but closed off.
“Something is going on here,” First Aid said as he was welding his patient shut. Ambulon was hesitant to reply, but after a few seconds he agreed, “Pharma stopped glaring and evolved into ignoring me altogether.” First Aid looked up, a hint of annoyance and confusion in his EM field, which he freely allowed to graze Ambulon to make sure the emotion came across even as his mask was on. “That’s not what I meant,” he said, “I was talking about how we’re not only losing faders; we suddenly have patients dying that were doing fine just a cycle ago.”
Now it was Ambulon who looked up, letting his optics wander to the ceiling to think about the statement and eventually dismissing it with a shrug, “We’ve had that happen on the other side too. ‘Ghost hunt’ the others called it. You can’t save everyone, First Aid, you know that.”
Ambulon nodded to the back of the room where a huge body had been comatose for a long while now. Fortress Maximus. He saw no hope for him and quite honestly, he found First Aid’s persistence to save the warden a bit wasteful. He was draining resources every day, resources that could be used on other patients with better chances. He tried to cushion his words to not feed into the fire that First Aid’s mood was slowly turning into. “Maybe some of them could have been saved if we had more resources— “
“Ambulon,” First Aid said, keeping his tone in check and pulling back his EM field to suppress the anger that accumulated in his throat from the topic being brought up again, “I wasn’t talking about the ones that needed saving. I’m talking about the ones that were recovering. Ones that we woke up from stasis and talked to already.”
Ambulon thought about it again. “Cases like Cyber?”
“His name was Cryo, Cyber left three Mega-cycles ago, but yes,” First Aid corrected him, slightly relieved by the fact that Ambulon was at least showing signs of understanding what he was hinting at. “I don’t think this is just a ‘ghost hunt’ or a ‘bad phase’, there’s something going on here and whenever I try to talk to Pharma about it he just dismisses me,” he added with a desperate sigh, “I was gonna ask you to talk to him but I guess that won’t work either…”
They each resumed their work, silent, pondering. Ambulon looked at the T-Cog in his hands. The cables that connected it to the rest of the frame were damaged, but still possible to save, he would have to ask Pharma for assistance though. He looked at the patient’s datapad and back to the T-Cog. There were no injuries related to transforming noted when he was admitted to Delphi. Ambulon called First Aid over, who agreed on the assessment and had a closer look at the log, the documentation of previous procedures and, more importantly, who was responsible for the treatment. “Deterioration of internal cables,” First Aid read aloud, “that’s oddly unspecific, wouldn’t you agree?”
Ambulon nodded, “Especially considering that it was Pharma who wrote that log. Isn’t he always the one nagging about how we should be specific in our descriptions?”
First Aid groaned in annoyed agreement.
Pharma was a perfectionist. And right now, he was being suspicious.
Luck was against them though, before First Aid and Ambulon could resume their discussion, said perfectionist entered the room. Seeing two of his medics converse instead of working, his optics narrowed. “I didn’t know we relocated the break room,” he said, passive aggression wrapping his words in sarcasm. First Aid closed the document and rushed back to his patient; the fresh welding scar still warm as he started checking its integrity. Silence again as Pharma strode across the room, checking the progress made on each of the cases until he stopped next to Ambulon, looking over his shoulder and watching closely. Ambulon tensed up from the presence behind him and carefully placed the T-Cog back where it belonged. “The T-Cog cables are almost fully corroded,” Ambulon said, attempting to hide the shakiness of his vocalizer, “but if we work together he can be fixed and leave in a Deca-cycle.”
Pharma stepped to Ambulon’s side and inspected the situation, picking at the damaged cabling and slowly pushing Ambulon away with his body. It wasn’t the first time he had acted like this and surely enough, he said exactly what Ambulon expected him to say, “I won’t need your assistance, go make yourself useful somewhere else.” Pharma looked up at First Aid, who was updating the log to confirm the success of his task. “First Aid, go with Ambulon. You can write the report later, I need this room empty.”
First Aid allowed himself to be shooed out, pulling Ambulon with him and rushing to the nearest room that held a collection of unconscious bots. Luckily, a twin pair with a branched spark was available and had procedures due today, so Ambulon and First Aid prepared the medical slabs right next to each other. This time, Pharma wouldn't be able separate them again. Branched sparks were delicate, their owners always had to be worked on simultaneously. The atmosphere was tense and dark as the duo was rummaging through tables for the correct equipment, checking the respective logs for further information that was relevant to their mission.
“If that bot dies, First Aid—” Ambulon said, opening up the first twin. The end of his sentence hung in the air as he took a sharp invent. He looked at First Aid completely aghast as he pointed to the corroded cables surrounding his patient's T-Cog. First Aid took it upon himself to finish the statement, his usually gentle voice being possessed by a grim darkness, “Pharma will die too.”
Find this Fic on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55796878
No might is needed here below
Where I find my peace;
Surrounded by all those I love,
I never want to leave.
Above the clouds I see
A spark that lost its light;
I reach out with the hope
That it may reignite.
Refuse me not I call to it,
Though it draws away.
Persistent, I keep reaching out
And asking it to stay.
The stubbornness is just a mask,
That much I can see.
Your wish is just to have a friend
A friend that could be me.
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I got a little bit carried away with this one, sorry for the delay lol
It's @bluecookiesabi's TFsona Rymden, felt like they fit the vibe super well and combined with the next prompt it gave me an excuse to draw our sonas together haha
Find the prompt list here and feel free to join at any time!
https://www.tumblr.com/bwans-art/747595723342774272
I mean, it's June and even I haven't finished the list yet, oops
