but i also like the hippie van tho

Same. It’s really good. I think if Sage were to be a transformer that’s what she’d be. It’s literally her aesthetic <3

I love you Ratchet, I love you Vic Sage, I love you Herbert West, I love you Jcombs

Donnie, number 19

hehehehehhehe angst for donnie

time to Good Genes Rise Donatello again lol

this one got long because it contains my favorite tropes, non-consensual body modification and painful transformations uwu

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“I did warn you turtley-boos to keep out of my business,” Big Mama coos at them and Raph dearly wants to punch her in her face.

But Donnie is down and Leo’s trying to tend to him and Raph’s not stupid enough to think that he and Mikey alone can take on Big Mama. Especially when Raph is preoccupied by the fact that Donnie’s been shot.

Big Mama's still got the gun in her hand--not a human gun, something yokai that glows a sickly yellow and looks like it has teeth. Donnie's sitting on the floor, breathing hard and curling away from Leo. And Leo is trying to pry Donnie's fingers away from the bloody spot and Raph is so, so angry. And scared. They've never been shot before.

"Shame, firearms aren't really my frivvly-forte," Big Mama hums, "I was aiming for the little one. Ah well, the result will still be the same~" She smiles at them and waves the gun in a farewell, "It will keep you busy for a bitty-while. Ta-ta~"

Raph's not about to just let her walk away and he makes to launch after her with a snarl. A painful cry from Donnie and a worried order from Leo stop him in his tracks, making him stagger and turn. He's never heard Donnie make a sound like that before and it makes his heart lurch in his chest.

Donnie's left arm--the one that's been shot--is shaking and spasming, the tremor running through his entire body. Worse still are the veins of toxic yellow seeping from the bullet wound. Donnie is panting, gasping for air, trying to hold his own arm still as it jitters at his side.

Then, horrifically, his arm bulges.

A scream of pain tears out of Donnie and he doubles over on the ground, grinding his forehead into gritty cement. His injured arm is jutted out in front of him, fingers dancing across the floor. The swell in his upper arm, right beneath the bullet hole, wriggles and spreads, pressing outward. Donnie screams again as his arm bulges, gets bigger, straining the elbow pad until it threatens to tear. And Raph realizes that Donnie's arm isn't just swelling, it's packing on muscle.

There's an awful CRACK and Donnie's scream hits higher, scratching the air. His arm is growing. It's growing bigger and longer and it's wrong, it's so very wrong.

The change reaches Donnie's wrist and he lets out a screaming sob, his other hand coming to paw at his vambrace tech. He leaves smears of his own blood over the screen. His skin is bunching against the metal, trying to stretch and grow, hampered by Donnie's tech. Leo dives forward and pries it off and the growth shoots down Donnie's arm. His hand slams into the floor and veins bulge from the back, bones cracking and popping as they grow bigger. His nail thicken and sharpen into claws.

A monstrous, mutated arm is swollen from Donnie's shoulder, his violet markings stretched like streaks of paint. His arm is as big as Raph's. Maybe even bigger.

"I...is it...stopping?" Mikey's voice is trembling, his hands pressed against his mouth. His watery eyes are staring helplessly at his brother.

"...Dee?" Leo ventures carefully, "Donnie? Hey, come on, buddy, speak to me."

The only thing he gets in answer is a wheezing, whispered, "...help."

Something creaks and Donnie groans. It takes Raph a moment to realize that what he's hearing is the strain of metal.

"His battle shell," He murmurs to himself and then, louder, "His battle shell! Take it off!" He doesn't wait for Leo, just leaps forward and grabs the shoulder clamps of Donnie's precious battle shell. He knows there's a release button on there somewhere but he can't be bothered to look for it. He just mutters a quick apology and snaps the clamps off, tossing them aside and wrenching the shell from Donnie's back.

"Oh god..." Leo sounds like he's being strangled.

Donnie's soft shell is rippling and churning. He lets out another agonizing groan as the little ridges along his spine stretch up and out into sharp spikes. The spikes rise off his arched back and then fold back down again, flexing like tiny wings, stretching new muscles that are forcing themselves into place. The edges of his shell spread, curving into bony spikes, and a sharp, snapping clicking starts as Donnie's spine lengthens.

He's sobbing now, gasping for air as his body warps. There's an awful CRUNCH and Donnie jolts, his cries turning into a breathless gargle when his plastron bows outward, new scutes wedging themselves into existence.

It's spreading faster now.

The belt at Donnie's waist snaps as his lithe frame widens, bulking up with muscle and mass. The elbow pad and glove on his left arm have split at the seams and the ones on his right are going to follow soon enough. His neck thickens, veins pulsing along its length and Donnie throws his head back, choking, eyes rolling in pain.

"Do something...!" Mikey whimpers and then grabs Raph's arm, shaking him, "Do something! Do something! Help him! Raph!"

But Raph doesn't know what to do. He can only stand there in cold terror as his brother's body is twisted. Raph looks at Leo but Leo is on his knees, clutching Donnie's wrist tech to his chest, sinking deep into shock as he watches what's happening. None of them know what to do. None of them know how to stop this.

Donnie's breathing has become deeper, heavier, huffing bellowing growls from the expanding cavity of his broad chest. His next scream comes out in a shaky roar. His tail clicks with new vertebrae as it lengthens, thickening and growing small spikes until its longer than Raph's tail. Donnie digs his feet into the cement, whining and snarling as bones and muscles bulge and grow. His knees break into a new shape with a sickening, wet SNAP that makes Raph feel sick, fresh joints jamming into place, toes growing bigger, claws scraping the floor.

There's a pause, a second where everything holds its breath, like the changes are settling into place. Donnie's normal face looks tiny on his hulking new body. Then comes a splintering crunch and Donnie howls in agony.

It's horrifying to watch his skull grow, pressing outward, stretching his bandana almost to its limits. The bridge of his goggles snap and tumble to the ground. Skin stretches, rippling over changing structures, and Donnie gags, coughing, and vomits onto the ground. His jaw crackles as it grows, his tongue lengthening and spilling out of his mouth while he pants for air. His gums begin to bleed and Donnie cries and wails as his teeth fall out, pushed out by the lethal set of jagged, predatory fangs he's sprouting.

Mikey is sobbing now, pressed against Raph's side because none of them can help, none of them can stop this. All they can do is watch.

Donnie collapses to the floor, wheezing, claws scrabbling and his tail lashing. His eyes roll wildly until he locks gazes with Raph. There's a second that lasts for hours where Raph looks into Donnie's eyes and sees his little brother begging for help, begging for Raph to stop the pain. Raph's heart is in pieces.

He's still making staring at Donnie when the light of intelligence flickers in his brother's eyes...and goes out.

And just like that, Donatello Hamato is gone.

The creature that's warped his body roars and thrashes on the ground, snapping its teeth and snarling. Spittle flies from its gnashing jaws and its tail is beating so hard against the floor that it vibrates like a bass drum.

"Don..." Leo's voice is a trembling whisper. He's in shock, just sitting on the floor, staring at what he twin has become.

Raph feels like he's floating off into a void; adrift, lost, and hopeless. The pieces of his shattered heart have dropped into his icy stomach and his body is far away, numb. It belongs to someone else, someone who can actually be a hero, someone who can save his brothers, someone who is a big brother.

Someone who isn't Raph, who can only stare at the creature that used to be Donnie as it rises shakily to its feet, towering over him.

And Raphael has never felt so small and useless.

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lil messy sketch of monster don so i could visualize him at least he got to keep his bandana :)

I made a cover for the fanfic @icy-roulette and I are working on!! Very chuffed to bits with this one!

if you wanna read the fic, here you go!

Thought-question:

I read this in a couple of fics but because Transformers (and my brain) is basically a continuity soup, I can’t tell if this is canon or fanon: Jazz originally joining the ‘cons and then defecting to the Autobots. Is that a headcanon or did I miss something in one of the continuities?

the fact that sage's story ends like that is enough to make me cry

Here’s my zine piece for the Lost Bots Zine!!!

The other 6 are extra that I made cuz I couldn’t decide on which piece I liked the most so I made them all and let the discord choose their fave.

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So I just took my first dose of T so yay me!!!!

I'll keep doing sporadic updates. For record keeping here's what I look like today.

Rabbi Yehuda Leib Ha-Levi Ashlag is known as בַּעַל הַסּוּלָם, Baal HaSulam i.e. "Owner of The Ladder" which refers to his magnum opus "HaSulam" and the “Talmud Eser Sefirot” kabbalah, a complete commentary on the Zohar that re-edits the works of 16th century Kabbalist Rabbi Isaac Luria. In this undertaking, Ashlag presents utmost attention and precision to clear, detailed interpretations of the sequence of the creation and the structural organization and processes occurring in the upper worlds (Olamot Elyonim). His teachings delve deeply into the Kabbalistic concept of the Ten Sephirot, the emanations through which divine energy manifests in the world, and provides profound explanations of each Sephirah and their interconnectedness, offering insights into the nature of God, creation, and the human soul. The work is divided into six volumes containing sixteen parts and over two thousand pages, and is perceived as the core of Kabbalah Mysticism that was followed by contemporary adherents who spread the teachings of the Kabbalah on a mass scale. Ashlag studied Kabbalah from the age of seven, hiding pages from the book Etz Chaim "The Tree of Life" by Rabbi Hayyim ben Joseph Vital, the foremost disciple of Rabbi Isaac Luria. His masterwork "HaSulam" (The Ladder) earned him the name “Baal HaSulam”. Ashlag experienced Kabbalah teachings as a means of profound personal transformation and his work captures the inner processes that a Kabbalist undergoes on the path of spiritual attainment and illumination toward a union with God by becoming a vessel for divine light. Baal HaSulam emphasized and advocated practical application for integration of Kabbalistic principles into ethical behavior, social justice, and interpersonal relationships. Ashlag saw that the evil inclination in people (human egoism) would rise to an altogether new height in humanity causing a new era of suffering felt as a meaningless confused existence. Tikkun Olam (Repair of the World) is central to Baal HaSulam's teachings, the idea that humanity has a responsibility to actively participate in the repair and elevation of the world by engaging in spiritual practices and acts of kindness, where disciplines focused on transforming human consciousness from a state of desiring to receive to desiring to give. Practicing individuals can thus contribute to the restoration of harmony, synergy and balance in the universe, shining sparks of a unifying glow of love across the world.

wait wait what the fucks up with sonics corruption. WDYM ‘MAKES ME STRONGER’ AND ‘GIVES ME THE POWER TO FREE YOU’ WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT??? NO THE FUCK IT DOES NOT YOU CANT JUST SAY THAT AND NOT EXPLAIN OR SHOW ANY EFFECT OTHER THAN LOOKING LIKE YOURE IN EXCRUCIATING PAIN. is he just lying? is he just lying to try to stop his friends from worrying? that’s such a weird lie though what the fuck do you mean by gives you the power to free them?? why would you lie about that? game i’m begging you to expand on this

Dear, Vector Prime.

Was Sky-Byte present in the Aurex cluster? If so, was he a member of Sharkticon?

Dear Selachian Seer,

Sky-Byte had no relation to the Decepticon Sharkticon that I am aware of. He was a Mini-Con who took the form of a hammerhead shark, and a member of the Ocean Raider Team alongside Sea Spray, an RB-M utility boat, and Nightcruz, a littoral stealth ship. Despite Sky-Byte’s aggressive and contrarian personality, prone to picking fights over any excuse, the trio got along well.

Their exact exploits have varied between realities. In one timeline, they were pirates, a constant thorn in the side of the Mini-Con Council of Sages. In another, they fought in the Beast Wars of Alpha Q’s realm, being dispatched on the Doomsday to bolster the Predacon forces on the Ocean Planet. In another still, Sky-Byte alone was caught up in a different Beast Wars on prehistoric Earth, where he was captured by the Tripredacus Council's agent Sky Shadow.

Outside the universes you speak of, the Mini-Con Sky-Byte was created by the Last Autobot, tasked with eliminating the Mutants and Demons from Cybertron’s subterranean canals, only to instead develop a complicated allegiance to Broadside’s dissident regime. And there also exist several universes where Sky-Byte is a full-sized Transformer—in one, he formed a musical act with Jazz, regular performers at Maccadam’s Old Oil House.

TFP OC: Blair!

Sixteen year old Blair lives in Seattle within the broken foster care system, going from home to home and never staying for more than two weeks. She studies and practices witchcraft.

When sneaking out of her current foster parent's apartment in the middle of the night to meet up with some school friends at an abandoned work site, she discovers a small fraction of Dark Energon.

She adds the crystal to her small collection and continues about her life. Later, when she adds the crystal to a set of custom earrings and continues to wear them daily does she discover an alien diety, Unicron, speaking to her.

When the Decepticon Leader, Megatron, feels a third presence while the blood of Unicon runs through his veins, he sends a team to uncover the bot who is using dark energon, only for them to return with a human child that has a knack for witchcraft and a love of crystals.

Blair, feeling like an outcast in every home she visits, wishes to stay with the cons and learn more about their history- specifically their God, Unicron. Hoping she can build a "found family" among the cons and to have the ability to freely practice spells, mixing herbs, potions, and light candles on the shrines of the Gods she worships.

The cons see this as an opportunity for a tactical advantage, take it apon themselves to adopt the human child and make her an honorary member of the Decepticon cause - obviously manipulating the poor kid into believing in their cause.

During the duration of TFP seasons 1 & 2 the cons enroll Blair in Jasper Navada's High School, where she is finishing her education while keeping a close eye on the Autobot's human allies.

Plus a doodle of megs im very proud of,,

Hiiiii, omg, I'm not dead, wooooow- :falls:

So I've been making art, as always, but have just been too lazy to post any of it, so I'm here to dump it all in one post for u all to look at! :]

Enjoy the art lovelies! ✨️

((Click on the images for the whole thing + quality!))

*The Kid Crew is attempting to get into a candy store or something way before opening time*

Lily: Hm.. LC, do you think if you turned into your plushie cat form, you'd be able to sneak in through the vents?

Lil Coding: Probably, yeah..

Everyone else: Your what form?

LC: My plushie form? What, have you guys not seen the plushies my dad has made of my cat form and human form?

Sage: No, we heard that. But we weren't aware that you could turn into those plushies.

LC: Oh yeah, I can. It's a Meme Thing, so it doesn't count as any of my code abilities.

Cody: Please show us.

*There is a comical smoke effect that covers LC, and when it clears away, LC sits there in his cat plushie form*

Plush LC: Now someone toss me up to the vent. It takes way too much effort to jump in this form.

Root: *slowly opens her mouth*

Lily: No, I don't.

Root: Aw man..

Elanore: *slowly looks to Plurality*

Plurality: .. *looks away*

Elanore: .. do you-

*Plush LC is suddenly flung at Plurality, and smoke covers her too. Once the smoke vanishes, next to Plush LC sits Plush Plurality in her cat form*

Plush LC: Come on, you think my dad wouldn't take the chance to capitalize on two cat plushies?

Plush Plurality: I will always be mad I was tricked into agreeing.

Seeing as I’ve been in a great self insert mood, I’d figured I’d draw the self inserts! We got (from left to right): Cheri, Aster, Sage, and Aliver!

I was really experimenting with poses here and I think I did a great job! 2023 is the year when I get good at drawing fluid poses!

Hope y’all enjoy!

HOLY FRICK HOW IS MANDROID SO FREAKING TERRIFYING???