#transformers rid15

[sabinovaxxangelxx]

[thelovelyymagnita]

Does anyone else ship TFP Arcee with RID15 Strongarm or is it just me

[imagin-artist-beastlover]

my yuri olympic submission !!!

[steclygloty]

A cybertronian who came to earth

Raden deadlock/drift

:)

[sabinovaxxangelxx]

PART 2

The next day at the academy felt even slower than usual.

Sidelock walked alongside the rest of the group, optics half-lidded as they were led through one of the older hangars. Rows of military aircraft stretched out before them, massive, silent machines that had once dominated the skies of Cybertron... and somehow still seemed completely uninteresting now.

Their professor's voice echoed through the space.

"These warships are still fully operational," he explained. "Each one is equipped with..."

Sidelock tuned it out.

Of course they are, he thought. Doesn't make them any less boring.

Beside him, Shanks was paying full attention, optics focused, clearly absorbing every word. Typical.

Meanwhile, Flow walked with his usual relaxed posture, clearly uninterested, and Dynamite... well, Dynamite looked like he was trying very hard not to start breaking something out of sheer boredom.

Sidelock exhaled quietly, letting his gaze wander.

That's when he saw it.

One of the ships was slightly off from the main group. Two workers had just stepped away from it... and the door was still open.

Sidelock's optics sharpened.

Now that's interesting.

He nudged Flow first, then tilted his head slightly toward the ship, a silent signal. Flow's expression shifted instantly into a grin.

Dynamite noticed next and didn't even need an explanation.

Shanks, however, did.

"What are you..."

Too late.

Dynamite grabbed him without hesitation, slinging him over his shoulder like cargo.

"Put me down...!

"Shh," Sidelock whispered.

Keeping low and moving quickly, the four of them slipped away from the group, quietly making their way toward the open ship.

PART 1:

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[sabinovaxxangelxx]

My continuation of Transformers: Robots in Disguise

(This story includes ships you might not like, such as Fracture and Drift, Strongarm and Sideswipe. Also, I’m not very experienced in writing prose. I’m a comic artist, not a novelist, so this may still feel a bit like a script. Don’t judge me :3)

PART 1

The story opens with a wide view of Iacon. Cybertron had changed.

Ever since Bumblebee and his team had freed the planet from the Decepticons, peace had settled across its surface. The constant tension was gone, the battles were over… and yet, something about it felt empty now. Quiet. Too quiet.

And, if Sidelock was being honest—boring.

My name is Sidelock, he thought, staring out at the distant city lights. And one day, I’m going to be like my Sir or like Optimus. A protector. A soldier. Maybe even a Prime.

He leaned back in his chair, the glow of his screen reflecting faintly in his optics as he scrolled absentmindedly through social media. Posts blurred together training clips, academy updates, the usual noise, until a familiar notification popped up.

Group Chat Incoming Call.

Sidelock smirked and accepted it.

Three faces appeared almost instantly.

My team, he thought.

“Alright, what now?” he muttered.

First was Shanks,bright orange armor, sharp expression, and the unmistakable look of someone who always knew more than everyone else. A skilled fighter, no doubt about that. He was Drift’s sparkling and, as Sidelock had only recently learned, Fracture’s as well. Not exactly the easiest family situation. Especially with his two older brothers constantly mocking him.

Next was Flow, leaning back like he owned the room. Cool, confident, and just a little too reckless. The sparkling of Strongarm and Sideswipe, and honestly, Sidelock couldn’t think of a better description than a perfect copy of his Sir. Most of their trouble could be traced back to him, including that one incident that had nearly gotten them expelled from the academy.

And finally, Dynamite.

Grimlock’s sparkling grinned widely, optics gleaming with barely contained excitement. If there was one thing to know about him, it was simple: he loved destruction. During one of their exams, even some of the Wreckers had taken notice of his raw strength, and that said a lot.

Sidelock stretched slightly. “I don’t think I’m coming to the academy tomorrow,” he said. “I know the warships lesson is important, but… It’s just boring.”

Shanks immediately frowned. “You’re losing points. That’ll affect your exam performance.”

Flow snorted. Dynamite followed without hesitation.

“Nerd.”

Shanks rolled his optics. “Do you think I want to care? If I skip, my Sir will lock me out of everything.”

Sidelock chuckled. “Yeah… mine’s the same.”

The conversation faded into background noise as his gaze drifted across the room until it landed on the large poster of Bumblebee and Optimus Prime above his desk.

[sabinovaxxangelxx]

Drift and Fracture's sparkling-Shanks.

[s0ng-of-death]

probably gonna regret it but who gaf. if anyone's interested in following me over there (not obligated or anything but it'd make my profile look less awkward w/ 0 followers icl), i've ultimately decided to rejoin twt. specifically and pretty much only, of course, TFtwt. here is my account if anyone wishes to follow.