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Unicronian cult pamphlet I did with Radiolovebot

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Y'know when you're doing a quick painting study and get all swept up in the moment 😅 I didn't know this would turn out so hyper-realistic, I'm suddenly nervous about AI accusations for the first time in my art journey (fuck AI, to be clear)

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Post war cybertronian game where you play as a delivery mech.

You have a human companion who hangs out on your shoulder and in their little human carrier backpack. Throughout the game you can collect collectibles to decorate and customize your human's outfit, their carrier and little nesting spot in your apartment. Very cute slice of Life.

The deliveries start out cute and wholesome. Delivering ingredients Energon goodies shop, some Crystal flowers and courting gift or two.

There is even a side quest where you deliver a prank gift to some bot.

Then you start delivering to increasingly more shady looking areas and even your human companion takes notice of the suspicious locations.

Until one cycle there is only one delivery on your entire schedule, something completely out of the ordinary. When you begin approach the drop-off zone your human companion gets onto your shoulder and clings on to your avatar's audio fin, a part of your frame they have never been on. They start rapidly venting through their nose and scanning the doorway. Just before you enter the door you are put into a small cutscene where your human companion says their first full length of dialogue.

"Wait! Somethings wrong"

*sniff sniff*

"It smells like there's a lot of spilled Energon (blood) behind that door"

It then gives you the option to enter the room, drop off or turn around and leave the hallway.

If you choose to leave, you get jumped on the way out and knocked out.

If you choose to enter you are greeted to a mafia meeting where several mechs have been put down due to mafia related businesses. You are then knocked out.

You wake up locked in a cell with your human companion completely trapped. You are able to tear off a vent cover in your cell and lift your human to the entrance.

This is when you switch control to your human companion. You must now as a human traverse the mafia's secret lair via the vents, air ducts and through the wall. All while collecting keys, data points and sabotaging as much as possible while you find a way to free your bot companion.

Several of the customizable decorative pieces actually double as tools for your human companion during this segment of the gameplay. Those little shoes that you unlocked at the beginning of the game and then kept finding different textures for are actually insulation boots that humans use to work on high voltage machinery. Having found them will allow your human companion to pull certain electrified switches safely. One or two of these story items like the boots would only be customizable, while the rest of the tools and equipment you would have found throughout the delivery portion of the game. If equipped, some of these can be used to make the game play of this section easier. But some of them have negative consequences. Like If you choose to equip lights on their suit it makes them more detectable while sneaking. Or if you add the squeakers to the boots it completely turns off your sneaking ability forcing your character to take the long routes.

Eventually you escape and you are forced to relinquish control of the human companion. The next cycle you go back to your normal schedule of delivering packages, except you have an additional package addressed to the Intelligence and Law Enforcement Agency building.

The game ends with you arriving at your apartment to discover that the information that you had delivered to the agency helped find and arrest the mafia. They give you a huge Shanix prize for your combined efforts. You get to retire with your human companion to a selection of places. End game

A touching story

@creepysmlile

"Oh have you try the seekers claustrophobia? I love all the lore the fandom created for the seekers"

"Caged Sky"

The pirate vessel never stood a chance.

Megatron had ripped through it like a storm, scattering its pathetic crew to the void. The Decepticons had moved with precision, cutting down every mercenary that dared raise a weapon against them. It had been an execution, not a battle.

Because no one—absolutely no one—stole from him.

And Starscream?

They found him in a dimly lit cargo hold, curled into himself, optics dim, frame battered. He hadn’t spoken much when they pulled him out—just muttered something weakly sarcastic about Megatron taking his time. But even that had lacked its usual venom.

Megatron hadn’t dwelled on it at the time.

They had won. The Seeker was back. Everything should have gone back to normal.

Except it hadn’t.

---

Starscream refused to leave the landing pad.

At first, it had been easy to dismiss. Maybe he was just sulking, milking the situation for sympathy or attention. It was Starscream, after all.

But then a cycle passed.

Then another.

And he was still there.

Sitting on the edge, wings twitching, staring out into space.

Megatron had ignored it as long as he could.

Now, he had had enough.

---

The Nemesis was a warship, not a Seeker’s personal perch. Megatron stormed onto the landing pad, optics burning with frustration.

“Starscream,” he growled. “This ends now.”

Starscream barely turned. “Oh? What ends?”

Megatron’s patience frayed. “Your pathetic stalling. Get back inside the ship.”

Starscream shifted, still not looking at him. “I will, Megatron. I just need a little more time. The—ah—the atmospheric recalibration is—”

Megatron’s optic twitched. “Enough.”

He grabbed Starscream’s arm.

And then—

Starscream panicked.

The Seeker shrieked, thrusters kicking in as he fought, wings flaring wildly. His talons scrambled for purchase, yanking his arm away with a desperation Megatron never expected.

“Let go!” Starscream’s voice was sharp, nearly frantic.

Megatron did.

Starscream stumbled back, vents heaving, optics wide—too wide. His claws gripped his own arms, shoulders hunched. His wings trembled, betraying tension, fear.

Megatron frowned. “What is this?”

Starscream ex-vented sharply. “Nothing.”

Megatron narrowed his optics. “You—”

“I just need more time,” Starscream snapped, though his voice wavered. “That’s all.”

Megatron studied him.

The way he avoided looking at the entrance.

The way his frame coiled like a cornered animal.

The way his optics flickered—not at Megatron, but at the walls of the ship.

Understanding dawned.

“…The pirates,” Megatron said slowly, testing his theory. “They confined you.”

Starscream stiffened.

He didn’t answer.

He didn’t need to.

---

Megatron dragged the truth out in fragments, each one like shattered metal pried from a wound.

The pirates had beaten him, sure. That was expected. But they hadn’t known what to do with him. He was valuable—too valuable to kill outright.

So they had caged him.

Not a brig, not a cell.

A crate.

A shipping crate, small, cold, dark.

They had folded his wings to shove him inside, forced him down, locked him in. No room to stand. No room to move. Just metal walls pressing in on all sides.

He had screamed—at first. Kicked, cursed, threatened. But no one had answered.

The air had grown stale.

His vents had struggled against the thick, unmoving atmosphere.

And for the first time in a long, long time—Starscream had believed he was going to die.

Alone. In the dark. Crushed in a box.

No sky. No escape.

Just metal, choking the life out of him.

And now?

Even Nemesis’ walls felt like a cage.

---

Megatron listened.

He said nothing.

When Starscream finished—when he finally ran out of words, voice tight and fragile—there was silence.

Then—

“…If I could,” Megatron said, voice low, dangerous, “I would kill those wretched parasites again.”

Starscream’s optics flickered toward him.

Megatron’s gaze burned.

“But this time, it would be slow. Painful.” His claws curled into a fist. “I would ensure they felt every agonizing second of their pitiful existence slipping away.”

Starscream stared at him.

Megatron met his gaze evenly.

A long moment passed.

Then, softly—softer than Megatron had ever heard from him—Starscream ex-vented.

“…I would like that.”

Megatron nodded once.

Then he turned toward the ship.

“Come,” he said, without demand or force.

For a moment, Starscream hesitated.

Then, slowly, he stepped forward.

And, step by step, he followed Megatron inside.

Wow. Frag you, Eris Loris.

Fight me, Red

Red in among us just now with no name Threateened to hack other people’s decives and hacked the game telling us to join a serber just ballced ‘Transgenders’ or something I’ll actually fight you irl Duck you red i joined 2 trans servers just looking for you I will fucking fight you you are my enemy the Zim to my dib the joker to my batman, the captain hammer to my dr horrible I’ll foeger about you when im sober but i fucking hate you for hacking the game. you fuck i fucking hat you fuck you red you didin’t even have a name fuck outy -orange/pink aka Pirpi

Oddly enough I have quite a bit of the same ideas.

... I really need to attend to my blog, aren't I?

I just thought of a crazy Transformers AU that somehow features Unicron redemption.

Takes place in a universe similar to Transformers Prime, but the war never reaches Earth until much, much, much later. So much later that by the time they reach Earth (correction: they don’t), the Unicron redemption has already finished. Also, Dark Energon is not poison to humans, but all other types of Energon that don’t spawn from Dark Energon are.

Anyways, that’s later, back to where this AU splits off ignoring the lack of the Autobots and Decepticons-

It’s the year 20XX (the year doesn’t really matter) and miners have just discovered some material they can’t dig through at all (a part of Unicron’s body, let’s say his right arm) that’s right next to this pool of purple stuff (Dark Energon).

Scientist go down to study this unbreakable material and strange liquid.

Eventually, a scanner is created that can ‘see’ through the unbreakable material and find hollow corridors and wires and machinery inside of the unbreakable material, along with pathways and ramps humans can travel through.

They use the scanner to find an entrance to the hidden… they assume it’s a laboratory, but it’s actually Unicron’s internals.

At some point between the scanner being made and finding the entrance, humans find a way to use Dark Energon as a booster to help their bodies fight diseases that is scarily efficient. They start looking into ways that this strange liquid can help plants grow.

They decide that not all the scientists should go into the ‘lab’, but they also need to be protected, so they hire some bodyguards to join the handful of scientists going down.

It takes a lot of journeys because they severely underestimated how big this ‘lab’ is and communications keep cutting out, so they have to set up physical lines to help with comms.

Eventually, they realize that whatever this place is, it somehow weaves through the mantle layer of the Earth, and down to the core of the planet, but there’s no pressure difference compared to ground level, the temperate just feels like a cool day in fall, and they finally notice that whatever this place… no thing is, it produces oxygen.

After roughly a year of exploring just Unicron’s right arm and top right area of his chest, they find Unicron’s spark chamber.

Unicron’s spark sees these curious humans, so just taps awake Unicron’s consciousness, but blocks him from taking control of his own body.

Unicron wakes up, is confused on why he is awake, then sees his spark effectively pointing at the over curious humans trying to touch his spark. (Yes, his spark has its own personality, I don’t know how this happened either.)

So, he just force-projects next to the humans in his normal appearance that is currently surrounded by the Earth, rapidly gets their attention because how the hell did he appear, and Unicron asks why they’re attempting to touch his spark.

The humans are just like “holy fuck god is real and he is nothing like everyone said he is like”

Unicron is very confused, but does not ask why the humans see him as a creator. Also, he is weirded out by all the questions they ask.

Slowly yet surely, Unicron warms up to these humans, learning out the planet that he’s the core (humans: creator god!) of, along with the species that inhabit this world.

He also learns that humans age and eventually die, so… he tries to not get attached but gets attached.

Humans start find the crystal version of Dark Energon and Unicron decides to help the humans with using it for their own purposes.

Humans finally figure out how to use Dark Energon as a fertilizer without causing a smaller harvest while having benefits to the crop.

Finally, at some point, Unicron begins to guide the humans on making Cybertronian-like technology.

Using these newfound technologies, humanity manages to set up bases on other planets and they figure out a way to infinitely making Dark Energon, which surprises even Unicron.

Dark Energon becomes a common resource that, with the right minds, can be used for anything.

On off-Earth stations or artificial planets, humans make sprawling environments for Earth’s animals, plants, insects, fish, any creature that is still alive on Earth.

Let’s assume it takes until 24XX until humanity can completely live off planet and freely move around the universe. Religions of old are only still known for history reasons, save for a few. While priests do still exist, they mostly just help Unicron with writing and translating because he physically can’t due to his inability to control his body.

…until now. (The “priests” still help him, because he’s fragging massive.)

His spark finally lets Unicron gain control over his body. Unicron doesn’t act right away, but once the humans learn that his body can move, they convince him to move, spread his godly body and continue watching over his creations.

Unicron is convinced, but clearly says that there must be a way to spot any debris from hitting anything made by the humans in space. This is easily agrees upon and construction on a force field begins.

The force field is successfully finalized and Unicron can finally move his body once more. Debris and magma goes everywhere, but are caught by the force field. The stuff in the field to shooed away towards the bottom by Unicron’s full form and the force field goes down.

Humanity and Unicron begin exploring and, at last, run into the Autobots and Decepticons who had used up the last of the Energon reserves on whatever planet they had brought the war to.

Needless to say, both the Autobots and Decepticons end up freaking out because that’s fragging Unicron but he’s… chill?

After the instinctive freak out, both groups of Cybertronians are very confused, humanity is very curious, and Unicron is just wondering who the hell these creatures are and why do they look like his brother and his creations?

Yea, that’s all I got for now. Have fun if you decide to run with this AU. I don’t know how this happened either.

Galarian and Gigantamx form Gardevoir

Wanted to do another doctor who inspired galarian form, can you guess what it is? ;)