OH MY GOD SEND HELP I CAN’T BREATHE
AND MICHAEL McCONNOHIE AAAAAAAAHHH. These voice actors are so perfect.
ps. excellent answer, Perceptor. :U hahaaaa
one of my favourite TFP Megatron moments (2nd gif). I love his eyes, especially how they narrow at the end.
I also included the 1st gif because I just noticed that you can see Megatron’s “biolights”(?) in his shoulder and cannon slowly lighting up. those animators, I tell ya…
If Whirl is the Lost Light’s badly trained, unwanted dog, then Cyclonus is definitely its grumpy cat who occasionally comes into the house only to be fed.
It’s perfect cus they hate each other
ahunmaster said: Well… you see, the thing is… no one knows what happens to… our sparks, if that’s what you refer to it as… no one really knows what happens to us after we offline.
But that’s only because no one has found any physical proof of what happens to their souls (sparks, if you will) after they die.
There are a lot of different theories. In many of our religions, its said that our souls go to some other place where everyone goes when they die (kinda like when your Sparks go back into the Well, I think). Some say that our souls are reincarnated, or reborn, into a new body. And there are some who think we just fade into nothing after we die. Those are only a few theories; there are many more even I can’t think of.
Again, there really is no correct answer as to what happens to our souls/ sparks after we die. It all just depends on what you believe in.
Title: Scare It Out Of Him
Pairing: Cyclonus X Tailgate
Series: MTMTE with some hints of Transformers Contagion AU/Headcanon.
Rating: How NSFW can you get?
Note: This is an altered RP between myself and my partner. B is responsible for Cyclonus. :)
SOME INTERESTING SIMILARITIES I DISCOVERED.
Is likely the creators of the Transformers characters took ideas of these real-life historical figures, the Nazi ideology NOT being one of them though!!
The similarities also likely do not go any further than what is listed (thus; the characters are…
BD tricks KO for getting fixed…
BD and KO © Hasbro
art © Yesica DG/MHM 2013
please, don’t remove this description, thank you
so, there fanart *goes to sleep*
KO and BD © Hasbro
art © Yesica DG/MHM 2013
Imagine you just had the worst day of your life.
Well, it wasn’t really a day. Hours and days have no meaning for you. You have lived far too long to follow such microscopic temporal distinctions. You built an empire, and lived to see it dying. What can a day matter? A year?
How about a thousand?
Your planet was dying. Your species was dying. What can a king do, when his children are dying because there is nothing to eat? You knew the answer: The Allspark. You hung onto that fairy tale even as your followers declared it absurd, taking off immediately, all alone, as soon as there was a sign of it. No delays; Without the Allspark, everything you ever knew and loved would slowly wither away and die. And all you needed to do was move to a completely insignificant planet it found itself drawn to and pick it up. You would be more than a leader, you would be a hero, a saviour. There would be no more need for war, no more fear of death and hunger, and no more dying younglings.
And then everything went wrong.
The moment still constantly plays before your eyes. You break into the planet’s atmosphere, and it nearly destroys your sensors. That vivid feeling of total disorientation, the hard, sudden impact, and the cold darkness that closed around you as the cavern froze around your unmoving body. You weren’t ready to die. You thought back to your planet, your people – you still had to save them. Had to. What would they do without you? The people saw their leader off, promising them to bring back utopia. Knowing you wouldn’t return would shatter their morale completely.
The years start piling on. You try to move, try to melt the ice, try to do anything, but the world only seems to become colder around you. Ten years. Fifty years. Five hundred years. Unable to move, with only your own thoughts and worries to give you company. Your mind can’t take it, and your sanity falls apart. Everything you thought and wished for slowly shatters into pieces, leaving only hate and chaos behind. Eight hundred years. Thousand years. After a while, you simply stop counting.
Then you hear a crash from the ceiling.
Through your delusional fever dreams, you aren’t sure if it is real or not, or what is truly happening. A tiny creature descends upon you, clearly primitive, shouting in rough, poorly-coordinated language, but perhaps not too dissimilar to you. You failed to bring the cube to your people – but maybe, maybe there is some slight chance that he can. So you tell him where he can find it, the only way you can right now. You rest a bit more easy. Perhaps it is time to rest after all.
But, more small creatures start filling your cavern. They begin chopping away at the ice that binds you, clumsily, but surely. They want to free you. For the first time in millennia, you feel just that little bit more warm - finally you will be able to return, to not be a useless statue, but the great hero you were destined to be. Your silent cheer fills your own head as the humans, as they call themselves, with great difficulty, raise you out of the cavern and put you onto a transport.
They seem bewildered with you. Curious. A little too curious, perhaps. As grateful as you are, you have a mission to attend to, and they will only get in the way. You are defrosted enough to stand up.
Panicked shouting erupts among the small ones. It seems they hadn’t expected you to still be alive. You notice too late the all-too-familiar cold creeping up your body, and suddenly you cannot move again. They froze you!
Burning rage fills your heart. What do they think they’re doing!? They lock you underground again, and, to your horror, begin to force parts of your body open, dissecting you alive.
You start picking up on their language, and slowly begin to understand what they’re saying. They’re just using you to expand their technology. These primitive insects have attached themselves to you like filthy parasites, using your suffering to create for themselves more meaningless conveniences. You should be their god. You wanted to save your own kind, but instead, you are treated like a chunk of garbage. And as a final injustice, the insult to the injury, they did not even treat you to a proper name.
Needless to say, as soon as you are free, someone will pay.
Well this was a bit fanfiction-y, but I really can’t underestimate what a massive bum deal Megatron got before the movie even started, because it’s going to be a pretty big deal from now on. It’s really interesting how the movie doesn’t really show or tell you any of this stuff, but just lets a few loose ends hang (Megatron’s understanding of the language, his imprinting on the glasses, his change in location, the reverse-engineering, peeps keeping him artificially frozen) and relies on you to follow them backwards until they come together to form a coherent narrative to understand the antagonist’s actual motivation. That’s a pretty bizarre thing of a movie to demand when it ostensibly wants you to watch with your brain turned off, is it not?
Dragonformers: Soundwave’s story.
Just a head-canon for how Soundwave joined the Deceptiflock :V
He was adopted by a pair of eradicons. ^u^
Fanart of Uniformshark’s dragonformers Cyclonus and Tailgate.
Dragonnnnnsasadsadasdasd. I love drawgin dragons TTuTT.
Tailgate is in on a bitey mission. Cyclonus is on a ‘learning patience like a cat mother with a hyperactive kitten’ mission.
Alright. Here it is. A fic based on the whole “Cyclonus and Tailgate swap bodies”. From Crashboombanger and DDAROLL’s pages. I DID IT. I had to. I finally had a break from my work so I wrote this. It’s important. So, here you go my darlings… My precious loves. Cyclonus and Tailgate, swapped. Enjoy.