The Scavengers - Blog Posts
WHAT IF: Transformers Shattered Glass IDW x More than Meets the Eye/The Lost Light/The Scavengers IDW
Okay, since these kind of posts people seem to like, and I like making silly AUs, AND it's confusing to me why yall like them IMMA JUST MAKE ANOTHER ONE! XD Because it is FUNNY. SO!!!
Yall can read, SO YOU MAY BE WONDERING: Why? There's already concepts and shit about this! What's so DIFFERENT about this one? WELL TO ANSWER THAT I WILL SAY: All the other concepts (Which aren't bad by the way) all involved THE SAME CAST of characters. Rodimus, Ultra Magnus, etc. So HERE'S MINE.
(NOTE I will still be taking creative liberties to add and mix around somethings because yes)
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The Decepticons have won the war. It was hard, and lots of good bots were killed. But for the most part the Autobots have accepted the loss. The war was finally over after all, of course they were going to accept it. Of course, some Autobots don't want to accept defeat but for the most part peace has been achieved. Megatron uses the Matrix of Leadership to use the ancient wisdom inside to help lead Cybertron alongside Slicer and Slipstream.
Starscream decides to take a ship, the Found Night, to explore the galaxy like he always wanted, to learn about it many planets and bring home various Cybertronians that need help. He assembles a large crew to explore the galaxy with him.
Later, after some adventures, Megatron would ask Starscream to allow Optimus Prime to board the Found Night. During Starscream's adventures, Optimus Prime had been trialed. Even though Optimus had a change of heart nearing the end of the war and stopped Rodimus from rewriting all of reality, many Cybertronians believed he needed an actual sentence. So they held a trial. But Optimus enacted ancient Cybertronian tradition, stating only the Clerics of Cybertron could judge him. Starscream, while suspicious, allowed Optimus to board the ship. From there, even MORE shenanigans took place, among other things.
So here's a list of some of the main crew members! Starscream, Captain Galvatron, Second in Command Optimus Prime, Co-Captain Knockout, Chief Medical Officer Brawl, Security Misfire, Bartender Flamewar, Scout Tarn, more Security Grimlock, the Cyclonus Role (Kinda) Cyclonus, the Cyclonus Role (Kinda again XD) Tailgate, he's uh... still Tailgate, but more WHIRL like Pharma, the next Chief Medical Officer Role Necrobot, the Therapist Role
There's obviously more but here's the "main" enemies!
AJD (Autobot Justice Division): Ultra Magnus (Calls himself Alpha), Hot Spot (Calls himself Omega), Kup (Calls himself Superior), Star Saber (calls himself Supreme), and Air Raid (Greatness) Overlord Role: Fortress Maximus
And finally the SCAVENGERS (I'm not going to concern myself on the roles): Pipes, Tracks, Cosmos, Smokescreen Sixgun, and Nosecone.
When the Necrobot met his No.1 fan.
please zoom into this thing that took a month of my life Orz
WIP of a Deslotair comic I'm working on!
Just a girl and her weird ass dog
I looove drawing my characters in my outfits, and I think this is absolutely smth Desmona would wear. Big, flowy pants enjoyer forever and always.
glass
The sun of Deslotair burned bright above. Stark white blended into yellow, infecting the sky around it. Rays of light stabbed the sky like burning knives, searing the air, cutting through that which crossed their path. Anything that stood in their way bled shadows, patches of darkness spreading from their touch.
The glass robot did not bleed shadows, ey did not feel the burning heat of the sun. Those deadly knives passed through eir translucent skin, shining off the machinery inside, swallowed by the burbling liquid that flowed through eir body. The tip of a spear was held low at eir side, its point gleaming.
No sun stabbed through the skin of the glass robot, but sharp gazes burned holes in eir back.
Whispers floated in the footsteps of the traveler. Suspicious words accompanied by fleeting glances trailed after the figure like wisps of smoke. The glass robot returned their glances with a blank curiosity, unbothered by the restless murmurs of discomfort. Ey simply observed, and walked.
The wooden doors of an old saloon swung open with whining creaks, announcing the presence of the traveler to those inside. Few heads turned, all new blood (the regulars were accustomed to the creaking of the doors, and to the uninteresting passerby they so often brought). Yet they started another round of whispers, and more heads turned to the glass robot, boisterous conversations morphing into a suspicious hiss at the arrival of the newcomer.
The glass robot turned eir head this way and that, returning the gazes of staring strangers with eir own gleaming eyes. Outside the eerie glow was swallowed up by the sun, but here it cast a white halo around the traveler’s face, surrounded by the gentle green glow of the vitrel that flowed inside of em.
Ey walked.
The glass thudded against wooden floors, steps going unbroken as the small crowd parted to make room for the traveler. Ey nodded eir appreciation, and approached the bar. The bartender stood up straight. The robot she had been talking to, sitting on one of the hourglass stools with an untouched drink in front of him, remained perfectly still.
“Well,” the bartender started. She set down the empty glass she had been holding, put it upside down on the counter so its rim kissed the wood and left a ring of moisture. “What can I get ya?”
“Nothing to drink, thank you.” The glass robot spoke with eir hands, the fluid inside of them twisting and shifting with each movement.
The bartender eyed em warily. “Uh, sorry, I don’t know what you’re sayin’...”
“Nothing to drink, thank you.” The glass robot repeated the same motions as before, only slower, hands making clear arcs through the air.
“Ey doesn’t want anything,” the robot spoke up, nodding to the bartender before turning to address the glass bot. His eyes glowed a faint blue, piercingly contrasted with the hazy brown light that filtered through dirty glass bulbs above them. Tubes curled around him, jutting out from the fabric of his vest and wrapping around his joints. “What are you here for, then, if not a drink?”
Saloon
Glass and Sprocket's first meeting, way back when. Added a couple of ports for Sprocket's tubing to flow through, which makes a hell of a lot more sense than them just kind of sticking out at his joints or junctures in the plating. Better for consistency's sake too.
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I agree with the above points, but the writers were also cowards for not making it clear that Misfire has three boyfriends, I mean, how else am I supposed to interpret him around Grimlock, Fulcrum and Swerve?
I feel like the IDW Transformers comics have kind of handled same-sex pairings in scifi fucking perfectly. It doesn’t paint a target on the characters or couples, but neither does it protect them. You have wholesome lovers who tend to each other, some of whom are helping each other get past histories of trauma some of whom don’t need to, you have the lovers whose romance is painful because they don’t find themselves worthy of their significant other or want to protect their SO from themselves, you get forms of manipulation and abuse like what Prowl did to Mesothulas to make him become Tarantulas… Even some transgirl rapscallions. The full fucking gambit. All niches covered outside of hypersexualization.
Now, the standard for Cybertronians is written as asexual/aromantic and opposite-gender couples are treated as just as normal for the species as a whole. Which also feels perfect for Cybertronians. But I guess what I’m trying to say is that if you want gay/pan/asexual characters prominently featured and featured with diversity of personality, IDW’s Transformers series is the place to go. (Completely ignoring Simon Furman’s run as head writer and starting with the post-war stories.) And none of it feels hamfisted or forced, it’s all organic, to use some rather ironic terminology.