Making a smoll series of deception and autobot propaganda.
Which trine member next?
thundercracker
starscream
As for after that I'll keep my asks open for suggestions of others. :)

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Making a smoll series of deception and autobot propaganda.
Which trine member next?
thundercracker
starscream
As for after that I'll keep my asks open for suggestions of others. :)

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IT'S GONNA BE MAY SHIPPING PHOTOSHOOT!
So, I got bored and decided to do a Photoshoot of as many Transformers ships/couples I could find in my collection (and had decent Ideas for). Most of these aren't meant to be tied to any specific continuity and are more based off vibes from friends and my own fanfiction. Anyway, Hope you enjoy :3 Optileta:
Warp-Gate/Cy-Gate:
Chrome-Wind:
Over-Shot:
Break-Out:
Sympatico (Perceptor x Brainstorm):
Arachna-Bolt:
(Yes that's just how they're posed on my display. You don't know how difficult it was to get them to stay posed like that, and I'm not gonna try and move them anytime soon XP) Anyway, hope y'all enjoy :3 I tried to capture each couple's vibe/personality as much as possible, and it was just something fun to do with my collection :3 Also @hot-motor-oil-online @ruh-tf @time-for-a-real-duel @transingthoseformers @assassininblack1783 @melodythemayhem @mk-wizard @sheepcreature might find this enjoyable
Fan Art Spotlight!
Courtesy of @doc-nickel, Faceplate of Tarn as (to-be) portrayed in Transformers Trinity and currently on my @udcjtarnofficial roleplay blog. This marks the first ever piece of Fan-Art for Transformers Trinity, with special thanks to @doc-nickel for making it and being willing to share it.
"Anode?? ANODE??!!" the half-sized red bot said somewhat frantically as she held onto the larger green and grey bot floating by the ops station with arms and legs. There were at least half a dozen bodies floating around the debris strewn bridge, all view ports had had their transpara-steel panels fragmented and broken, the parts outside floating away into the debris field that was once the Cybertron Council Navy Task Group 515 and Customs Station Combine 12. "ANODE!!!" Lug cried in denial and despair, tears flicking off her cheeks as she grasped Anode's limp body close, starting to sob. Anode's eyes slowly opened, blinking a couple of times, trying to focus on her station, but only seeing the bridge ceiling where it very much shouldn't be. She soon heard Lug's sobs and felt her clinging on, though without the additional weight she should have felt. "Lug? What are-" She began to ask, but didn't finish. "ANODE!" Lug said, quickly pulling Anode into a tight and somewhat desperate kiss. "Mmmff!?" Anode said, now instinctually afraid she'd be disciplined for PDA on the bridge. She somewhat forcefully pulled away and looked around for Captian Fastlane, only to see his grey and sparkless corpse just floating out the main view window.
Lug at that moment only had optics for Anode "You... You're alive" She said still sniffling a bit. Anode looked back at her, then around the bridge, processor still catching up to what had happened. "I... I am...?" She said, looking back at Lug, now noticing the loss of atmosphere and registering the loss of gravity. Lug was now holding Anode close, resting her head on the aviator bot's chest. "You are... Thank Primus..." She said seeming to take deep breaths. Anode looked down and gently lifted Lug's chin, the usual focused and competent blue optics now somewhat warbling and glistening with tears.
Anode gave the smaller bot a tender boop on her nose, which lug responded with a small giggle in spite of the death and carnage around them. For the briefest of moments it was like nothing had changed, they might've been stealing away a moment in Anode's officer cabin while Polaris and Matco were on duty.
But the moment passed as quickly as it came, it passed away. Anode looked around as she held Lug to her chest, seeing her bridge crew all now dead. Captian Fastlane, Clearly spark dead well before his time, floating away into the void. First Officer Vector Echo, everyone called him Vec, no longer. Matco, her bunk-mate, Always wanted to shoot the massive chin MACs on the Dreadnoughts, will never get the chance. Strikedrone, could helm a dingy between planets if given the chance, why did you have to sail where we can't follow? Riptide, always just two weeks away from making Lieutenant, now he'll... wait, did he just move?
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The trinity, if only they could just be happy with their earthly pets.

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Transformers Trinity Single: Deadlock's Come To Primus
Watcher Deadlock’s Log, Acting Commisar Rising Voice of Liberation duty station, Date Cycle of Liberation 201025.12.21, Prime Datum Date age of Rust cycle 6.3019.3.25. Perhaps I’ll process this better if I lay it out in a log. For my own peace of mind, I am making this log with my terminal disconnected from any kind of communications gear. It is operating entirely stand alone and I plan on resetting it after I’m done with this…confession?
Last night, I had come back after another suppression mission. I was again on overwatch duty with my high power and 20 times scoped Nullray. Orders from Bludgeon were that some civilians had been showing ‘counter Revolutionary leanings’ and we were to eliminate them since the softer options were not an option, in his words. I had managed both with a single bolt, and my Watchman professionally covered over the incident. As far as anyone on the street knows, poor target C-80808 simply had an aneurysm and died before the medics could get there. The Truth is, his ‘counter revolutionary’ views were that The Constellate’s rules were more invasive and strict than the Functionist leanings of the Council. He voiced said view in earshot of one of my watchmen, and sealed his own fate. Having dealt Megatron’s Justice, I felt the need to ‘celebrate’ with strong mineral spirit, something I think I had gifted, maybe once knew, but all I remember now is that it was Green. I had my bottle, I put on the Holonet to something appropriately mindless but cog-pleasing, and tried to forget what I had done, or at least remind myself that it was ‘the right thing to do’ As the bottle drained, but my thoughts and naggings remained, I fell back into some old techniques I learned from the mystics at Crystal City before the war. They called it Spark Meditation. Almost without conscious thought, I slowly drifted into the mental and spiritual rhythms they had taught me, as the dancing dancing Camians on the holoprojector parted ways for one dressed as a crude approximation of a quintison to show up for the Broad and Sturdy Nova Prime to come out and ‘free’ the Camians. I was then kneeling in a dark space, my head throbbing and coolant pouring down by sides. As I looked at my hands, I noticed my Exo-plating had returned to it’s white with Red Accents it had been before the War. Before I had received my brand, and taken on darker colors for my duties.
“Drift…” A voice far off called. I shook my head, no one had spoken that name in centuries. “Drift… of the Order of the Circle.” the voice said. How could it have known that? “Who are you?” I replied, to nowhere in particular “And my name is Deadlock!” I felt a draft behind me, then a strong presence. “Drift.” the voice said again. “Of the clan Kaiser” How did he know that, I had forsaken my worthless clan name Eons ago. I rapidly turned around, picking up my rifle “MY NAME IS-” I began but stopped. Before my stood the strong, alabaster white, titanium, and crystal blue frame of Prima, hands stalwartly clasped on the hilt of his Great Blade, the Star Saber itself. A form I had long known since my time at Crystal City, and came to despise when I learned of the base corruption of the council that still, to my understanding, followed his teachings. “Drift.” he called again. “Who asked and was given, Who Sought and found, Who knocked on the Doors of my City and it was opened. Spark and Mint of my lineage in Metal and Energon. Why do you act against me and my Brothers?” I stood, raised my Nullray to fire. “DOWN WITH FALSE PROPHETS!” I cried, right from the Call to Revolution, and fired right at Prima’s face. With a single motion, the Starsaber came up, met my bolt, and reflected it back down the barrel of my rifle, splitting it like a frayed cable. “Do you forget my wisdom?” Prima asked. “Even as you remember my strength?” I tossed away the useless rifle, then drew my sword, the one presented to me by Bludgeon himself. “Your wisdom means nothing when you abandon your followers.” I said with fire and rushed him again. Then the Star Saber came up on guard, and perried my blow with only about as much effort as it took to brush aside a leaf. Yet I was left somewhat breathless. “Why do you say that?” Prima asked again, now on guard, with the perfect ready defense stance.
I gathered myself and took the ready attack stance, my servos feeling as new, like they had when I practiced his forms daily. “You let the Council leave us all with Nothing!” “The Council?” Prima said. “The council made their choice Eons ago.” “LIAR!” I screamed and attacked. He met each of my blows with an easy deflect, leaving me with plenty of energy for the follow-through, though he deflected that with similar ease. “Did they Bear the Matrix?” He asked as our blades locked for a moment, at which point I noticed for the first time that this hilt of his blade so closely resembled The Matrix of Leadership. “They Swear by it.” I replied breaking the lock “And they still walk.” “Their ‘oaths’ on the Matrix mean nothing.” he replied, attacking in turn this time, but only probing, letting me get a sense of him as he had gotten a sense of me. “They shelter themselves from our True Justice behind empty words.” he added and gave a Jab at which I jumped away. “That’s why you are here.” he said “Me?” I said, now confused. “Yes You.” he said, “and many more. Those who know what True Justice is.” He said and advanced again, now with more powerful strikes, though ones I could block. “You were called, Orion was Called, Ratchet was Called, Roller was Called, Megatronus was Called, many were called.” I blocked the last one, then counter attacked, “then why aren’t you attacking Megatron too!” I asked somewhat heated, the duel now taking its toll on me. “Drift, I am telling you your story, not his” he said, reversing my attack back on me. “And I know that you see what has become of Megatronus’ once good intentions, much like his name’s sake.” “Just what are you trying to say, Prima!” I said, pushing his blade off and swinging hard again. He moved aside, and let my blade stick in the ground, hard. “I am saying you still have time. You need not follow this path.” he said, raising The Star Saber back at me. “You have not yet made the Final Blow.” I tried to free my blade for a moment, but couldn’t, I then left my sword where it stood, and tdrew my two cleavers in defense. “And Megatron has?” “That, I cannot say.” he said, standing back in a defensive posture. “His story, like your own, is not over.”
“Then why come to me?” I asked. “Why this… what is it… a Matrix vision?” Prima smiled as I said so. “I see you still remember much.” he said, then relaxed, shouldered the Star Saber and casually pulled my blade out of the ground. “Those you serve, while their intentions started good, fell to their own ambitions, and the same dark influences the very Council they overthrew fell to.” He then raised my sword and felt it in his hands, weighing it, moving it, getting a sense of it. “This is a fine sword, one I would be proud to wield. It may still do much good.” I raised an eyebrow at the remark. “But… you have your Star Saber” He then drew the Star Saber, raised both and held them before himself, the better to see. “They are of the same kind.” he said, then flipped mine back and presented me the hilt. “Will you give this a worthy Master, Drift?” “But… But I’m not a worthy Master…” I said, now feeling more intimidated than I did during the duel. “Neither was I when Solus forged mine,” he said. I looked up at him, and was almost overcome not with the power of a True Prime, but with the understanding in his eyes. In a look, I knew that he knew what I had done both myself and with the blade before me, and still he wanted me to try again. Now filled with a resolve given rather than gained, I received my sword back. “Rise.” Prima said “And Go Forth with Spirit and with Wisdom. It will not be easy, it will not always be as clear as it is here, but my blade will go with yours in all things.” “I know… But Prima? What about my rank? My Station? If I just…” I began, but he cut me off. “Drift, As our Creator has said, there is a time and a place for everything under our sun.” He said firmly but with a bit of a knowing smile. “There will be a time for the nobility you crave, but for now, you must get to those others called. Seek the True Prime, one has returned, and do whatever it takes to stand at his side once more.” “I will. Wait, once more?” I asked, then it clicked as the vision faded and I awoke back in my apartments, the sun now streaming in and the morning broadcast playing it’s usual propaganda before the Constellate flag. I quickly shut it off, then noticed my Nullray where I had left it, but the barrel split and peeled open like a frayed cable, and my Sword in my right hand, same as it was, but now gleaming and somehow new. Computer. Delete the entire personal log and format all drives.
Count of the Primes
(Note: These are my initial profiles and descriptions for the 13 Primes in my setting. Some entries are much shorter than others, I will be working on them and expanding them as inspriation comes. Hope you enjoy. Also, images used are meant to be a reference and start for the Prime's designs in this setting, so take depiction accuracy with a grain of salt.)
Prima: First called forth and first among equals of the Primes before Primus. Truly believes in leading by example, thus very stern, but fair and selfless. (reference image: Age of the Primes Prima)
Vector: Timekeeper of the Primes and bears the greatest responsibility of any Prime. Due to his abilities and connection to time himself, he has taken a vow never to hold power himself, but to advise and aid. (reference image: Cybertron Vector Prime)
Logos: The Scholar and lover of knowledge and learning among the primes. Shares a bond of great friendship with Vector, Solus, and Alchemist most among the primes and records and remembers all though does record it all physically for his brothers and their people for when he is not around. (reference: Cybertron Logos Prime)
Solus: Crafter, maker, and forge-master of the Primes. Delights in the craft of perfect tools, weapons, and machines, though more so in their use than simply in the making. While she is close and good friends with the other learners and makers of the Primes, Logos and Alchemist more so, but her spark was forever smitten by Megatronus and his True Love for the work of her hands and spark. (reference: Age of the Primes/TFwiki image Solus Prime)
Micronus: Smallest, but most beloved of the Primes. Always willing to help and able to lend his own great power to his brother primes, and any who needs it, though anyone but a born prime or Alpha is at risk when he is power-linked to them. (reference: Aligned Continuity Micronus Prime)
Nexus: First combiner of any kind, and progenitor of the Nexus spark. In life he was able to take on 5 alternate forms simultaneously and proved a formidable opponent and great ally, though preferred to use his abilities to help and build rather than fight. Upon his death, rather than returning to the allspark, he allowed his spark (either all or a portion) to join with his 5 chief Alphas so that his power and knowledge could be called back at great need in ages to come. While only their direct descendants can truly form Nexus, the aspect of Nexus Spark has been passed to a good number of Cybertronians in later ages. (reference: TFCC Nexus Prime)
Legio (Leige Maximo): Most cunning and ambitious of the primes. He’s the one who plans and priotritizes the preservation of his people and Cybertron before any other cause. It’s said he has a contingency for anything and everything. Of those present during the Great Tragedy, he was the only one not to show any surprise or shock. (reference: IDW Liege Maximo)
Alchemist: The affable mixer and synthesizer of the Primes. Upon the founding of their tribal homes, Alchemist was the first to settle in one place to study the very surface of cybertron itself. Soon joined by Logos and Solus to make the first great center for learning of Cybertron, though he was the only permanent resident there ever in or near his laboratory figuring out the very makeup of everything on cybertron down to the atom and smaller. (reference: Cyberverse Macadam/Alchemist Prime)
Onyx: First Beast-former and claims all beasts of Cybertron under his care. Second only to Megatronus in power, but far more fierce in defending his own from any that would do it harm. Him and his followers claim no permanent settlement or site, but live out and amongst the wild beasts of cybertron. (reference: Aligned Continuity Onyx Prime)
Amalgamous: Keeper of the great Transformation Cog, his ever adaptable form could and often did change constantly, never the same from one moment to the next unless he chooses it to be so. The most trickster and light hearted of the primes, his favorite past-time is often taking the form of one of his brethren to confuse one or multiple of them for his own or his followers amusement. But when used to entertain and impress, there is no known greater sight on cybertron or anywhere in the galaxy as a performance put on by Amalgamous and his similarly talented Alphas of many forms. (reference: Aligned Continuity Amalgamous Prime)
Megatronus: The True Warrior of the Primes. First to charge and last to retreat, he saw fighting and conquest as his duty, at first in service of Primus and his brothers, but eventually at odds with others of the Alphas. However, when amongst his brothers, and especially with Solus he is of a good hearty nature and willing to support as much as he is to fight. When not fighting he was seen as a great patron of the arts of the primes, cherishing and admiring the craft-work of Solus, inquiring deeply about the discoveries of Alchemist, And always the first and most enthusiastic to cheer. Cherished most by him are those most special of weapons and tools made by Solus, for which he won and was joined to her spark as the first Conjunx Endura before Primus. (reference: Dream Wave The Fallen)
Evangelis (Quintus): Most faithful and devout to Primus of the Primes. Believes in the words and teachings of Primus more than any other. Often sat with Vector and Logos prime discussing what they have learned and discovered together from Primus and all of Creation. However not as flexible in his thinking as his brethren and often in need of counseling as much as he is able to give it. When the primes had dispersed with their Alphas to establish settlements and communities, Evangelist would often send some of his disciples to live amongst them, not having any true settlement of their own at first, but eventually building retreats and monasteries to inhabit when not serving their fellow Cybertronians. After the Great Tragedy, he left cybertron to explore and spread the teachings of Primus. The next and last heard of Evangelis would be ages later when the Quintisons were encountered, and their reverence of their Quintus Prime. (reference: NGE Eva Unit-01)
Excelsior: Youngest of the Primes and taken as protije to Prima. Loves more those the warriors and fighters defend than fighting and martial arts itself. (reference: Battle Stars/Return of Convoy Star Convoy)
My personally curated and arranged Transformers Trinity playlist if anyone wants to listen to while reading.
Note, these are just songs that I think go with my fic overall, they're not meant to each be character themes, location themes, or anything other than good music I like to associate with my creation.