#tfo shockwave

Q: What is this show going to be about?

A: This is about a concept my best friend and I made back in 2025, basically the concept of: "Hmm, what would happen if the Dandy's World cast entered Transformers One?"

Yes, it's a weird concept, if not unheard of, but bear with me here.

Q: Are you actually going to ANIMATE every single thing? Alone?

A: Sorta. It's a tweening + animating style, but as of alone..yeah. I (mod) need to find a background artist (which I could easily make backgrounds myself, but rendering is the hard part for me personally). Also, not every toon is going to be in this AU, I will not say which ones however. The reasoning is because we simply didn't have ideas for toons to fit after a certain update.

Q: How can I support this?

A: We got no donation app. So, uh, just ask questions about the AU and that's enough support for me, to be honest. However, a greater help would be spreading the word of this, we all wish for this hard work to be rewarded with something, y'know? So reblog this, please.

Q: Is this something serious or is this just a joke?

A: This is serious, I've spent literal 8am-9pm's for a week doing storyboards, it's SUPER painful. However, the voice acting for some characters might not be good since I'm quite literally not just using my friends but my family. I've picked wisely though, so shouldn't be too much of a disaster. Remember, this is literally just a group of teens (and pre teens) deciding to make a show in the span of a month or two.

Q: Is it going to be the same events from the movie?

A: Maybe ;) But the first episode takes place BEFORE the movie, jsyk. Also, this is OUR iteration, so the designs of some characters WILL be different for the purpose of both aesthetics and convenience.

Q: Main characters who?

A: Toodles, Gigi, Pebble. Despite this, almost everyone plays a role in this AU, promise.

Q: How long do you feel each episode will be?

A: Roughly 15-20 minutes, each episode has 5-6 chapters and thus should take that long if you add everything up.

This blog is used to record our progress, if you want to support us PLEASE, please follow and stay tuned! We'll make as many updates as we possibly can a week, promise. Support us by asking questions and stuff, thank you!

Signing out,

Moon

(This is definitely not related..haha)

Colours represent who's yapping:

Red = Akira (my bestie)

Purple = Marshell (my other bestie)

Orange = Sun (my OTHER bestie)

Pink = Moon (me)

• Rubbing a servo against your jaw and cheek when you slump in his grip, he can feel the frantic tattoo of your heart. Your anxiety needling him to leave him off balance. “Why do you always scream?” He growls irritably and you just stare. Like you didn’t think he could talk and his antenna go back in offense. “It’s a little hurtful,” he adds as you slowly blink. Did he break you? Relaxing his grip, he half expects you to make another mad bid for escape, but you’re still.

• That wasn’t what you’d expected at all. Though, to be fair, this is the first time he’s actually spoken to you in words. Instead of snarling and grabbing for you like a toddler spotting a toy he wants. If he can talk, he can be reasoned with. Probably. “Um, yeah,” you manage, voice breaking. “Yeah, I can see that being deeply hurtful,” you agree and that single optic narrows. Maybe you can talk your way out of this. And then run for your life if you can get him to put you down. Where are you anyway?

• Venting as you look around with a frown, your little face tips up toward him. “Where are we?” You ask and he rumbles. That’s your first question? Not what your conjunx’s name is? Aliens. There’s no denying that you’re his, though. Can feel that pull of connection. Like he’s been waiting his whole life just for you. You could at least ask his name, though. ‘My habsuite. You can call me Shockwave,’ he says pointedly and you smile weakly. “Cool,” you mumble and his plating lifts slightly in offense. Maybe you can’t feel it? Don’t recognize your other half. Pity cooling his irritation, you make a startled noise when he lifts you.

• Eyes wide as he rubs his weird head against you, you’re shoving at him. “My poor, ignorant conjunx,” he growls and your brow furrows. Ignorant what now? Eyeing him, you lean back in his grip. Though your only chance of escape is if he puts you down. Even if you can squirm out of his grip and hit the berth without breaking something, the fall to the floor will probably mess you up. Which means playing nice with the purple cyclops until you can escape.