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[sneakymedulla]

Transformers Body Parts

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The names of the Transformer’s body parts as in their real names, not hands but servos. Now I really don’t know the names of these body parts so if you do can you write a post about it and I’ll update this to match it.

Head area  Brain: Processor / Brain Module  Head: Helm Face: Face plate - I never would have thunk it! Ears: Audio receptors / Receptor Orifice / Audials  Nose: Enstril / Olfactory Sensor Eye brow: Optical ridge  Eyes: Optics Mouth: Intake Teeth: Denta/Dentas  Tongue: Glossa Head armour Helm - Helmet in case you couldn’t figure that out.  Mouth place - look at G1 Optimus Prime for the best idea as to what it is. Visor - protects the optics from explosions and shrapnel. Chest area Chest: Chassis / Thoraxal Cavity Back: Hexa-Lateral Scapula  Spine: Bipedalism cord / Back Strut  Chest and back armour Chest plate Back plate Mid-section plating Spinal struts

Arm areas Arms: Arms / Restarlueus Forearms: Bitarlueus Hands: Servos Fingers: Digits Arm armour Gantlets Shoulder pads Arm guard Lower area Pelvis: Pelvis Butt: Aft / Skid-Plate Thighs: Tibulen Calves: Cadulen  Feet: Pedes - the high heel bit is called Struts or Heel Struts. Lower armour Shirt plates Aft plate Thigh guard Armoured feet - I really couldn’t think of anything. General stuff Muscles: Cables / Pistons - It depends on the area in question.  Veins: Fual lines Stomach: Tanks Lungs: Vents, cooling fans - used to stop the con/bot from over heating. Heart: Spark, also fuel pump Tattoos: D-con/A-bot Insignias, IDW-verse: Autobrand and Deceptibrand

Edit: added “fuel pump”, “autobrand”, “cooling fans”, “spinal struts” and “deceptibrand”, thank you monumentalmistakes-mun and anon c:

[miracle-falcon]

I am in AWE of the confidence on display here.

[voyeurhour]

listen, bc i am seeing this in non-robo circles now, you all have to understand the sheer confidence mangalho had here. Rung is an original transformer character written by James Roberts aka the guy who replied with “what?”. He’s also been called his self-insert. so you know, imagine you tweeting abt wanting to snort someone’s pussy dust, and the creator of that character wants to know what the fuck is up with you. and instead of going oops sorry! you stare back into his eyes and tell him to read

[transformersxreader]

(WIP!) (MTMTE)DJD x (Y/n)

I’ve been catching up on reading transformers more than meets the eye comics, and did a quick animatic, I really wanna clean this one up

[michaela-o]

First aid learning about humans <3

[no-more-mystery]

This is a MegaStar Gemformers collection.

Starscream is a star-shaped pearl in different colors, and Megatron is an Obsidian.(G1/cybervers→Fire Obsidian；TFP→Rainbow Obsidian; SG→Blue Sheen Obsidian)

I picked Obsidian for Mega mainly because I once watched a SU analysis on YouTube saying that non-fusion Obsidians seem to be more like army-based construction workers — basically labor-class Gems. Not super high in status, but very powerful. And since we also see Snowflake Obsidian having some unique abilities in the show, it just felt like a really good fit.

As for Starscream… no explanation needed. Pearl-coded from the start 💅✨

And their fusions will be like…

I don’t think I have time to draw these but it’s fun to think about it.

[kisa-mosheglot]

Как его сложно рисоватьヾ( ·`⌓´·)ﾉﾞ

примерный перевод

[kisa-mosheglot]

💜sibling dynamics💛

Я наверно постараюсь картинки переводить,но за качество перевода не ручаюсь.

@luxthestrange

[luxthestrange]

Poor Unfortunate Spark...

Mer! Unicron: Come in. Come in, my child. We mustn't lurk in doorways - it's rude.

 Unicron comes down and sits at a vanity

Mer! Unicron: One might question your upbringing... Now, then. You're here because you have a thing for this human. This, er, royal one. Not that I blame you - they´re quite a catch, aren't they? must take after their father! Well, angel fish, the solution to your problem is simple!

Unicron puts on bright red lipstick and puckers his derma

Mer! Unicron: The only way to get what you want is to become a human yourself.

Mer! Swerve: Can you do that?

Mer! Unicron*He smiles maliciously and then turns fatherly mode on the minimermech* My dear, sweet child. That's what I do - it's what I live for. To help unfortunate merfolk - like yourself. Poor sparks with no one else to turn to...

Mer!Swerve*Looks at him, scared but hopeful at the giant sea witch*...

Mer! Unicron:

I admit that in the past I've been a nasty

They weren't kidding when they called me, well, a witch

But you'll find that nowadays

I've mended all my ways

Repented, seen the light and made a switch

True? Yes

And I fortunately know a little magic

It's a talent that I always have possessed

And here lately, please don't laugh

I use it on behalf

Of the miserable, lonely and depressed

(Pathetic)

Mer! Unicron:

Poor unfortunate sparks

In pain

In need

This one longing to be thinner

That one wants to get the femme

And do I help them?

Yes, indeed

Those poor unfortunate sparks

So sad, so true

They come flocking to my cauldron

Crying, "Spells, Unicron, please!"

And I help them

Yes, I do

Now it's happened once or twice

Someone couldn't pay the price

And I'm afraid I had to rake 'em 'cross the coals

Yes, I've had the odd complaint

But on the whole I've been a saint

To those poor, unfortunate sparks

You'll have your looks!

Your pretty face!

And don't underestimate the importance of body language! Ha!

The human up there don't like a lot of blabber

They think a someone who gossips is a bore

Yes, on land it's much preferred

For mechs not to say a word

And, after all, dear, what is idle prattle for?

Come on, they're not all that impressed with conversation

True gentlemechs avoid it when they can

But they dote and swoon and fawn

On a mech who's withdrawn

It's he who holds his tongue who gets his human

Come on, you poor unfortunate spark

Go ahead!

Make your choice!

I'm a very busy mech

And I haven't got all day

It won't cost much

Just your voice!

You poor unfortunate spark

It's sad

But true

If you want to cross a bridge, my sweet

You've got to pay the toll

Take a gulp and take a breath

And go ahead and sign the scroll!

Scourge, Heralds, now I've got him, boys

The boss is on a roll

This poor unfortunate spark!

Unicron holds a contract, and Swerve grabs the pen and signs his name. He must see you again, the creature of his deepest desires, who scares his woes as he talks to your statue and saved your life that one time...and how you smile at him at the shore...

[barbie--art]

TRANSFORMERS: Starlight🌟

Primus and Unicron concept art, hehe :]

These are not their actual bodies. Both of their physical bodies are dead (more or less), they have achieved more of a god/deity status and have only these more ethereal forms. They show up very rarely, Primus does to those who are in close contact with the Matrix of Leadership and Unicron - to dark energon users.

Primus gave up his body, so it could become Cybertron. A place where life could exist and prosper. His spark chamber has become the Well of Sparks and his body - the planet - still regenerated into new metal, so it creates new bots and the Well gives them life. Or at least used to. It's a shame to see what the planet has become now. Empty. Lifeless. Bombed to an almost unrecogniseable state. Covered in the dead bodies of bots it gave life to. Primus can't control anyone's actions. He can warn, he can teach but never really stop anyone. He was powerless. You can't blame him for what happened.

Unicron never wanted any creation. His body was left floating in the endless expance of space after he was defeated by Primus and the first Primes. The body ended up changing a lot, it was broken down a lot, but was still huge enough to have a field of gravity. It went through a lot of changes, picking up a lot of space dust, rocks and things of all sorts. It formed a new planet, one fortunate enough to have everything needed for life to exist on it. Millions of years late, the inhabitants of the planet named it Earth.

Also it's Optimus that Primus holds in his hand^^ These two are really huge.

Unicron's body being Earth is something I took from TFP, since I think it's an interesting concept, especially is we compare him to Primus. Primus willingly sacrificed himself to create a world, an act of love for his creations. Unicron became something like a whale fall - a simple natural process of something dying just for something else to live. A chaotic thing nobody had control over.

ok, rant over, just needed to write down my thoughts

[macabro]

A Unicron is earth AU (better name pending) beatboard I made back in june and prettied up a bit to before posting.

Fellers I'm losing hope this idea will make it past sketches.

I'm still munching away at this au in my brain. This is what it feels to be chained up all the time or something.

[mimizumc]

Most random characters ever for this but alr if you have different thoughts on placement or characters then make your own. Forgot Astrotrain and Blitzwing but they are both butch, Astrotrain is just tiny bit more femme.

[starscreamsbiggestfan]

Unicron is taking some kittycon's (+bunwave) on a vet visit.

[transformers-and-taxa]

Thinking about an AU where Unicron made humans as little cybertronian brood parasites. On our own, we cannot grow and develop properly, and on top of that, Unicron himself is incapable of taking care of us the same way a Cuckoo bird can’t: it’s simply not in his nature.

However, a cybertronian can. They know what a sparkling needs to grow and mature, they know how to care for them implicitly, and the nature of how sparklings just show up on cybertron means that basically every cybertronian has the innate instinct to care for random sparklings they find, be it directly or indirectly by giving them to someone with the proper resources.

Their nature makes them the perfect host for a brood parasite!!

While humans are still fundamentally organic, I think in this AU the longer a given human is under the care of a cybertronian, the further they develop into what Unicron originally designed us to be: an agent of chaos and destruction! One which destroys from within!!

But they can’t see that, cybertronians fundamentally cannot tell the difference. Logically of course we’re not the same as a sparkling, but instinctually? It doesn’t register. It doesn’t matter to them that their sparkling looks different or acts strange, everyone’s got their own personality after all. With the war going on and how long cybertron has been destroyed for, they’re probably incredibly mentally vulnerable to something as harmless as a sparkling showing up. It’s just that…we’re not sparklings, not in the same way at least.

The Decepticons have accidentally created a culture where they don’t “want” to take in “sparklings”. So despite their programming telling them that the little thing in front of them needs to be cared for, they’d shut the thought down as weakness or liability.

However, the Autobots don’t have this issue :)

Of course they don’t know about the whole brood parasite thing; no one does. So, they accept what humans find them. It doesn’t help that humans also feel innately drawn towards Cybertronians, regardless of faction, its just that the Autobots are more likely to whisk them away lol, either directly or indirectly by seeing the Decepticons as a threat and taking them before a human can try to meet them.

Overall, Unicron basically created a mandatory human distribution system lmao

[revelboo]

I was reading ur clingy predaking (great work btw) and it got me thinking. Would Unicron still be clingy like that? Does he have drones that would just... surround the reader? How would that work?

I don’t know why I’m suddenly getting so many asks for the Transformers devil, but alright then 😭 sure. I think there’s four or five more in my inbox in a two week span. So he can canonically corrupt Cybertronians to be his heralds. He can also create ‘life’ such as his Terrorcons. So let’s play with that and reach a bit 🔞

Clingy

Unicron x Reader

• Sleepily moving through the massive, labyrinthine interior of your keeper, you can’t help but wonder why he keeps you alive. Boredom? It’s hard to imagine he’s lonely, but maybe it’s as simple as that. Raking a hand through your hair, you stop short, seeing one of his awful, shambling drones swaying slightly. Head turning to stare at you as it lingers by your bathing pool, your eyes narrow. “Good morning, Lord Unicron,” you murmur, knowing he’s listening through the creepy thing. A lot of them are massive, much bigger than you, but lately? He’s been making some a bit closer to your size. They still tower over you, but you choose to see it as a very unsettling olive branch.

• Watching you strip out of the loose, soft material he’d had his Terrorcons salvage from the last world he’d devoured, he tries to figure out why he tolerates you. A little, weak, organic insect. You do nothing to further his goals. If anything, you’re impeding him. Making him deviate off course to find things to keep you alive. “Master,” he corrects and you smile as you bare soft skin, echoing the word back to him. And there’s something different about you. A subtle shift in your scent and it irritates him that he notices these things. That he’s that intimately aware of you. What is that? “Come here, little herald,” he croons, lifting the Terrorcon’s arm to crook a servo and you hesitate like you don’t want to. “Come.”

• Resisting the urge to cringe, it’s never good when he takes an interest in you. Been having you play his herald lately, sending you down under guard with his creepy drones to go tell the aliens of the worlds he’s about to commit his special brand of genocide on that they should be honored to be chosen. He’s only made you do it a handful of times and you’ve bawled every time you’d stuttered through the speech he’d demanded you give. Shivering when he grips your chin, tipping your face up, the eerie purple light animating the broken body of the Terrorcon flares as it vents.

• Abruptly releasing you as the scent finally registers, he growls, the noise rumbling through his whole body and you stumble back a step, eyes wide. You’re needing? That scent and the hunger it stirs inside him is the antithesis of everything he stands for. A rallying cry to create life. Or try. Repeatedly. Snarling in disgust, his drone’s servos close around your upper arm when you try to back away. Unable to let go. Maybe it wasn’t chance that brought you to him. You’re his, your species created by an aspect of him, but now he wonders if Primus had a hand in bringing you to him. Even with that infuriating thought, this is something new. A new hunger. A distraction from the hollow, near madness of that other hunger that drives him.

• What did you even do to piss him off? Trembling as your heart hammers, you hear a scuff and turn. Staring as more of his Terrorcons shamble out of tunnels and crevices. Swarming as your skin crawls. And the one holding you lowers its head, venting. Brushing its cheek and jaw against yours, you feel it leaving a smear of damp energon on your skin as Unicron growls louder, the sound rumbling like thunder through and around you. “Lord Unicron?” Voice shaky, you feel another Terrorcon’s clawed servos running up your sides. ‘Master,’ he insists, that deep voice an insistent growl, a reprimand as more of them surround you and you feel one’s mouth open to press against the curve of your bare shoulder, hands sliding against you. ‘Tell me how much you love me, little herald,’ he growls, the words too loud, almost deafening as he speaks without tempering the sound through his drones. And you don’t understand this new game, but you understand survival. That you live by his whims. That for as awful as he is, as cruel, he takes care of you. Maybe it’s Stockholm’s, but he’s all you have. He’s your whole world and your cage.

[cakypa120]

love hate with unicron and humanity

[startheskelaton]

Unicron

[kisa-mosheglot]

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