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Collab of Earthspark screenshots from the new episodes I cannot mentally get over.
Warning: TF Earthspark Spoilers! (Eps 11-18)
First off, WOW THIS MADE ME HAPPY.
Also now I'm curious, who did the car wash? Spike?
I love everyone's expressions. Alex's face during this entire scene was priceless.
LOOK AT THEM.
Starscream Starscream Starscream
I will never emotionally recover from this frame.
Slightly different shot because I couldn't decide which one to keep so I kept both.
The scars!!! The detail!! Also the more I hear him, the more Scottish he sounds.
Yes they’d be the Cybertronian parents of the gang!
I really want Elita to become a second mother to Robby, Mo, Twitch, and Thrash.
We all know that Optimus is very fatherly towards younger characters, but Elita being motherly to the kids and Bumblebee would be so sweet and adorable to see.
Okay, here is my small and spontaneous rant about one of the things that I didn't like about Transformers Earthspark (so far, at least).
It's just my opinion based on the first 10 episodes of Earthspark. I'm currently rewatching it with the goal of picking apart things I didn't like, since the first time I've watched it was for pure entertainment. So my opinion can change for better or worse. Anyway...
A strange choice in Thrash's character.
Kinda spoilers for Earthspark, if you squint at my schizo break, so be advised.
I dont mean his whole character. In fact, he is my favorite so far, I love my Terran baby very much.
I know that this show is targeted towards younger audience and sort of screams "we want to appeal to children", in humor also. The humor in this show is okay, it's not bad, or super funny, or overly childish, but one part of it is what I saw only in Thrash yet, and it made me worried about him. That part being the good ol' "character gets bonked by something and that is funny".
It's not the same as comic relief characters, whose whole existence is meant to be just it, but it's not good either. Seriously, Thrash was hit by something (his doing mostly)/fell from somewhere way too much for my liking so far and it was intended to be funny/joke, which creates an uneasiness in me, because I saw this happen to good characters way too much lately.
And Thrash is a good character. He is B A B Y in every sense of the word, fun loving, energetic and goofy. But that "goofy" gets to this dangerous line of him turning into a comedic relief when you know his character by his "something fell on his head", "he fell from somewhere" first and other aspect of him later.
I would love to call Thrash clumsy, but he is not. Have you seen him transform? Mf mixes his transformation with breakdancing! He is also pretty agile and was shown to be able to learn how to play and instrument, not to break it because he is clumsy. Also, he is a motorcycle for God's sake.
So, what is going on? Why? To be silly/goofy to entertain children? Well, yes, but why to this extreme? There are a lot of ways to make funny moments without using only hitting/falling trope to reach this goal of making funny character and not downgrade them in the process.
Not to mention that Thrash is kind of falling behind Twitch already, and that contrast paints him more... less, if that makes sense.
But that's the story for another day.
lindos los niños :3 ❤❤❤
Thought abt breakbee or starbee in tfe and i thought hm! What would the terrans think
Saur have a “comic” i made at 12 am
After math :p
Hermoso 😭❤️
here's my final piece for the 2024 transformers reverse mini bang, hosted by @tf-bigbang! i had the pleasure of working with @jellydishes who wrote an amazing fic called "Golden Slumbers"! PLEASE check it out: LINK
and here's an extra comic for the fic made from a small excerpt :D
It's Thrash's turn under the cartoon humanification beam! Cue the Bomb Rush Cyberfunk OST
It's Thrash's turn under the cartoon humanification beam! Cue the Bomb Rush Cyberfunk OST
Innocent Abominations
Optimus can feel it, he can feel the twisted nature of the Terrans. Logically he knows they are good, they are kind and wonderful sparklings who need only love and guidance to grow. But Primus... the Matrix screams that they. Must. Die.
━━━━━━ ⊙ ❖ ⊙ ━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⊙ ❖ ⊙
They were a dying race, that much was clear. The youngest amongst them was Bumblebee, and he had not even lived to see the height of Cybertron's glory. He was forged during the war and only knew its wrath. Such was their reality, where their youngest had been in existence for millennia. Without the Allspark, their people were doomed to extinction, a slow and agonizing end to a species that once dominated their corner of the galaxy and forged wonders greater than any others of their time.
As such, the enframing of newsparks should have been cause for increadible celebration... and yet, as Optimus looked upon the two sparklings that were bound to the human spawn born of Dorothy, he found himself conflicted. His spark sang with joy at the revelation of new life, regardless of its Earthly origin. The Terrans were forged on Earth, but all their scans showed they were most certainly Cybertronian down to the core of their CNA. The bonds they held with the humans were unusual, along with their ability to live without energon to fuel them, however aside from those oddities, they were normal. Twitch and Thrash were wonderfully innocent, both so very kind and untainted by the curse of war.
The parts of Optimus that remained Orion demanded he spend time with the new little lives that frolicked around him. However as he looked upon them, another part of his being, the places where the Matrix dug into his spark... they revolted in disgust. The Terrans were to the part of him that was changed to be a Prime, a disgrace, a taint, a threat. The Matrix prodded, it made its demands, and while it seemed hesitant, it grew adamant as it urged him onward, pushing him to draw his axe and end the sparklings before they could grow and become and anathema worthy of note. His nature from his time as Orion screamed in outrage at that idea, and thus, Optimus found himself forever at war with himself.
Twitch was such an excitable sparkling, so eager to learn and willing to mature. She would become a fantastic leader and a wise teacher given time. Thrash was similarly enthusiastic, but he was calmer, more inclined toward the calmer things in life, at least that is what Optimus predicted should the sparkling be given time. They were young, and while they learned much from humanity, they needed to recall their origins, to know their progenitor race. That was what the parts of Orion preached. At the same time, the Matrix grew increasingly upset the more he spoke with the Terrans, its anger and primal disgust growing more with every interaction. He needed to keep them safe, but he could not be near them, not while he was so volatile.
Thus, he gave the sparklings Bumblebee to be their teacher, and for their own safety, Optimus left. He threw himself into his work, unwilling to interact with the little Terrans for fear of the Matrix's anger growing hotter. He could sense them, every moment of every cycle... their presence on Earth forever lingering at the back of his processors for reasons he could not decipher. Why did the Matrix despise them? He did not know, the relic within him offered no answers. Still he tried to be there for the Terrans as much as he could by hiding them from G.H.O.S.T and periodically prodding Megatron until he would go visit them.
His careful time away ensured that the odd times he interacted with Thrash and Twitch, he remained composed. Combat protocols still ran beneath his plating, screaming and demanding activation, but it was manageable. He could still smile and offer the two Terrans words of wisdom and small amounts of affection. But touch? His whole being blanched when the Terrans came too near. He tried to keep Megatron and Bumblebee between him and the Terrans whenever possible. He couldn't be trusted around them, not when he was so very torn. Megatron found his behavior odd and questioned him a time or two, but usually Optimus's excuses worked and he was able to slip away without too much suspicion.
He could handle it. Just so long as the Terrans stayed a safe distance away, he could pretend, he could maintain a smile and not be drowned in the all encompassing desire to see them obliterated. Never more did he wish Ratchet were with him, or even a medic like First Aid or Ambulon. Someone, anyone, he just needed an explanation, or some sort of reason as to why he felt the way he did. The Matrix offered no answers despite the fact that his desire to raise young directly conflicted with its disgust toward the new sparklings. He knew no one would understand, he knew none would have an answer, and so he continued keeping to himself, doing everything in his power to destroy the pinpricks of primal hatred that constantly rattled his being.
Bumblebee: The Terrans are progressing well in their training. They have trouble focusing, and I admit that it is very irritating, but for their age, they are performing well.
Optimus: That is good to hear.
Bumblebee: I haven't seen you in a while Optimus, and I am sure the Terrans would love to hear from you again. They haven't seen you since the incident with Soundwave.
Optimus: No. I cannot do that. I cannot be near them.
Bumblebee: What? Optimus is something wrong?
Optimus: No, nothing that should concern you... just keep working with the Terrans. I will do my best to convince Megatron to visit in my stead. He is better acquainted with the Terrans anyway.
Bumblebee: But Sir-!
Optimus: Thank you for giving me your report Bumblebee. I hope to hear again from you soon.
It was hard enough keeping suspicion off him with just two Terrans constantly leaving his plating itching and some part of his being shifting unsettlingly. But then three more had to be forged, three more blessings that had Optimus's spark screaming in agony as his natures combatted. He had to grit his denta and clamp his field down tight enough to ache as he greeted the newsparks and learned their designations while planning for their attack against Mandroid. The humans didn't know. They didn't know what lurked amongst them. Neither did his fellows. They couldn't see, they couldn't sense the Terrans for what they were.
À̷̡̢̛̖̼͈̑̐̓́b̵̖͕͖͒̈̓́̌̚ớ̴̧̧̤̻̝͓͎̰̥̙̟͈͗͂̈́̄̀̈́͐̒ͅm̷̖̹͗̀̅͑̐͂i̷̤̗̰̳̞̜̦͕̲̐͋̑͜n̴̡̹̹̯̫̪̥̫̗̗͐̑̿͛̍̌̀́̑͆̕͝ͅä̸̧̦͖́̈̀̋t̷͎̱̠̻̰͇̹̱̫̓̈́̾̃́̀̈́͊̈̓͊̐͋i̸͇͙̮͚̪̽̓̀̊̉͑͒͐͋͒͂͘͜͠ŏ̴̱͍̳͇͕̮̠̞͈ͅṉ̶̤̺͇̼̠̳͉̘̟͚̜͑̔͋̏̿̓͑͌̿̄s̶̛͕̹̙̻̈́̒̉́̎̿̓̃̀͒̓͘. Ḯ̶̬͍̬͖͎̪͈̄̈̈̆͂̋̐͑̈́́͠ṇ̴͎͎̪̤͔̮͎͈͉̪̘́̃n̵̦͑̚̕͝ō̷̧̘͉͍͚̬̗̊̊͒̇̀́͝ͅc̶̛͙̰̳̮͕̃̉̀̾̂̇́̿̾̑́̌͂̾ȩ̵̡̛̝̻̺̜̰̮̪͈̠͙̖̀̋̐̉͜͜n̵̢͓͙̪̪̯̪̠̰̪̦̳̈̾͂̍͌̈͋͝͝ͅt̵̢̬͍͔͉̥͉͓͕̲̥͙̟̀ ̷͉͍̺̑́́̈́̓͜m̴̢̢͚̹̥̝̘̪̟̀ǫ̸͕̣̪̗͙̗͎̝̞̠͌̅͌̓͌̄̀̏̆́͑̅͋̏̚ͅǹ̷̨͍͈̱̄̿̎͂̍̓ͅs̵̛̯̆͛͊̽͒̋̑͂͆̌̔̅̚͠t̶̟͔̼̖̜̺̲̬̩͖̺͍̦̊́͊ẽ̸̬̻̯̫͙͕̞̱͋͗̀͋̔̈́̀̈́̊̀͘͘͜͝ŗ̶̯͔̩͇͂̄̂̈́̈́̄͒̎͊́̕̚̚͠͝ṣ̷̬̘̰̠̹̔̌̄͗̎̈́͗͑̈́͘.̴̡̤̻̲̗͔̋ͅ
His optics locked onto Hashtag as she walked, scanning her endlessly for weaknesses. His audials forever perked as he observed Jawbreaker, primed and ready to find the slightest hint of aggression. His axe burned within its compartment as he watched Nightshade frolic with joy, innocently pleased to be alive. Combat protocols itched with such intensity that he had to dig his digits into his own plating with ever leap into the air Twitch took. And he had to clamp his field down so harshly ever time Thrash even looked in his direction that he could tell Megatron knew something was wrong. He wanted, no, he NEEDED to end this threat. The vermin were spreading, their taint growing as they spawned more of their number. The humans were unwitting hosts, housing parasites that were going to devour them.
The taint was spreading, and the parts of him that remained Orion could no longer fight against the Matrix's truth. All that kept him from killing the Terrans right then and there was the more heretical threat in the form of mandroid. The Terrans managed to live a day longer and it was entirely because Megatron noted his barely contained bloodlust and sent them away.
Megatron took him back to headquarters and tried to prod. But Optimus said nothing, merely twitching every now and then as he retreated to his quarters. It BURNED. His plating itched every moment of every cycle he tried to keep himself composed. Any word of the Terrans nearly had him flinging himself into a rage. The Matrix ordered that they must die. While that which remained of Orion screamed in denial and desperation, it meant nothing against the all encompassing pinpricks that ran across his frame at all hours. It took time, but the desire only grew worse. With his last bout of empathy for the little things, he reached out to Megatron with a simple order.
Optimus: You must guard the Terrans, Megatron.
Megatron: Optimus, what's going on with you? You've been off since the moment the Terrans were forged.
Optimus: If you wish for those things to continue living, you must watch them, protect them, keep them away from ME.
Megatron: Optimus-
Optimus: It burns and aches, the Matrix has made its demand. I cannot keep it contained. Those things... those innocent little abominations... I cannot be near them.
Megatron: What in Primus's name has gotten into you? What has that relic done?
Optimus: Those things... the Terrans... it hates them, it despises them. It wishes them DEAD. If you care for them, do not let our paths cross. They will not leave my grasp unharmed next we meet.
Megatron: This isn't like you. I've never seen you like this before Optimus. Whatever this is, we can deal with it. It would be difficult, but Shockwave or Starscream may have knowledge of where our medics are.
Optimus: I am out of time Megatron. They are not like us, they are tainted. I will kill them the next time they are near. Do not let them near me. Do not make me kill those sparklings.
Megatron was shocked, but he listened. He did what he could to help by taking over reports from Bumblebee and taking up residence with the Malto family for their own safety. The Maltos were rightfully concerned, especially when Megatron began to forbid the Terrans from wandering without his supervision. They didn't understand, and if possible, Megatron intended to keep it that way. Bumblebee was quickly brought into the loop and together they kept dutiful watch, always tracking the Terrans and even getting Arcee and Elita involved in tender to the Terrans when possible.
The threat was growing, and they could sense it as a new presence made itself known night after night not long after they set their watch.
Optimus tried to stay away. He tried to keep calm. He TRIED to ignore the call. But nightmares haunted his every recharge cycles, visions of the Unmaker sending force an army of his spawn... his Terran abominations. His whole frame burned and agony assaulted his spark as the Matrix pulsed, sending shocks through his body as it demanded action. It showed him visions over and over again, causing Optimus to hide in his quarters as much as physically possible for the sake of his fellows. It meant little though when G.H.O.S.T began to make their moves and Optimus found himself creeping out of his quarters in the dead of night.
The call was too strong. He could not stop himself as night after night he tread silently through the forest, taking care to keep himself out of sight as he approached the Malto home. He did not wish to harm the humans, no, he merely needed to remove the parasites. He stayed at the edge of the tree line, watching, waiting, preparing himself for an opportunity to snatch away one of the abominations and destroy it. But he could not act, he could not move, not while Megatron and Bumblebee kept their optics locked onto him at the edge of the forest every night, ensuring he remained at bay. The Matrix would not stand for him harming his own. No... just the Terrans, just the abominations needed to be removed.
It became endless habit for him to stalk the edges of the woods around the Malto home, his gaze locked onto where the Terrans rested. Periodically he would try to step out, to make progress and come nearer, but Megatron and Bumblebee were dutiful. The moment their gazes locked onto him, he hurried back into the forest, waiting for an opportunity. It helped to be on the hunt, it caused the burning to fade as duty settled instead. But even that grew to be insufficient with time. He needed to eliminate the threat, there was no other option. And so slowly but surely over the course of weeks, he came nearer and nearer before allowing himself to retreat in response to Megatron and Bumblebee raising their weapons in his direction.
Nearer and nearer, bit by bit. Soon he would have his chance. Soon he could put an end to the threat. Soon... Soon...
H̶̡̘̭̭̀̀̅̇̀̐͐̐͝ẽ̶̮͇̖̠͚͕͋̾̀̈́ ̷͉̮̝̞̫͈̅̂͒͛̎̂͌͘ć̴̥̬͝ö̷̢̖̠̣́͒̀̔̂́̈́̊̕͘ų̴̡̧̜̭̤̖͖̬̇͐́̔̚l̵̢̺̦̣̦̠̘̭̮̀̃̔̀̕̕͜ḑ̷̥͔̰̦͓̳̏͊̊ ̷̧̥̳̖̼̹̒ͅḿ̷̥̲̰̩̤̦͉̻̠͔̂̿͑a̴̠̙̩̦̿ǩ̶̞͚̪̝͎͔̘̲͙̺̬͐̇͑̐̃̉̑̏ē̶̢͉̣̥̭̘͚̭̟̣͚͑̈̿̓̾̀͑̈́͐͌ ̴̛͔̝͚͖̣͙͓͈̦͎́̓̀̈́͂̊̀̏i̵̫̩̪̺̗̜͕̿͌̒ͅt̷͍͉̭͓͔̒̔̓ ̷̗̗͈͓̥̲̈́̾̎͊̿̐̈́̚̚͠͝š̴̰̈́t̶͎͉̗͕̏̏̑̏͋̓̆̀͜ő̴̘̦̋̒̍̔̊̒̄̈́͝p̶̡̦̳͉̞̳͍̒̓̌̊̂̊͌͋̕ ̵̣̘̰̲͍̭̱͊̋̉̊̋̈́̕h̶̬̰̯̺̓̏̀ự̷̪̺̀̍̐̐̎͌͆̚͘͝ṙ̷̢̺͖͗͌̇̂͛̌̈̊t̴̡̰̼̣̘̯̠̝͙̍̀̂̽̂̚ĩ̵̖͈̝͐͆͊̈́̕͠n̸͇̺̠̝͙̅̐g̷̜̼͈̥̓̂͌͐̂̎̎̐͝
I saw this cute fic on Ao3 by NisrocChico where Starscream was invited to family game night, and its too cute not to draw
im going to scream my head off WHY is nobody freaking out over the AMOUNT of SYMBOLISM AND PARALLELS that are alluding towards Twitch and Thrash taking after Optimus and Megatron????
fucking LOOK AT THEM
↑ Thrash literally had an entire episode about "joining the Decepticons" (being an accessory in armed robbery) that he then later on apologized to Dorothy for.
↑ told them "be there or be square" and they said "ok²👍"
this too like. screams
also:
the fact Twitch found her alt-mode by accident while Thrash purposely *chose* his for the sake of a person he cares about
Thrash, telling Swindle (in regards to Mo) "Where she goes, I go." and THEN WHEN DOT AND MEG GOT JUMPED BY MERIDIAN SHE SAID "Where Megatron goes, I go." 😭😭
SERIOUSLY COULD WE CUT THE THRASH SLANDER IN GENERAL
istg if i dont self-reblog the FUCK out of this with new additions as i find them or so help me
here's my final piece for the 2024 transformers reverse mini bang, hosted by @tf-bigbang! i had the pleasure of working with @jellydishes who wrote an amazing fic called "Golden Slumbers"! PLEASE check it out: LINK
and here's an extra comic for the fic made from a small excerpt :D
Pa mi que Swindle le dió su primer trago de engex o toque de porro al Thrash
THIS IS SO BUMBLEBEE ✨✨✨✨✨ and I can’t get over it!!!!
This poster is everything that Bumblebee needs to…be! 🐝 Optimus Prime in the background, looking on proudly??? The two Terrans off to the side, Twitch clearly pleased at the event, and Thrash clearly showing how much he looks up to Bumblebee??? Robbie and Mo completely delighted??? ’BEE BENDING DOWN TO GIVE A GENTLE FISTBUMP TO A CHILD, AND SMILING AS HE DOES SO??? My heart. I don’t think I can fully convey how beautiful this is, but oh my goodness I am so THANKFUL this EXISTS. This is the spark of Bumblebee’s character, no matter the iteration, captured so well. Thank you, Earthspark. (Found on the Paramount+ website)
Lo hice para un collab de San Valentín pero al final no se hizo así que nimodo unu, luego subo fics de la ship 👌🏾💕
Lo hice para un collab de San Valentín pero al final no se hizo así que nimodo unu, luego subo fics de la ship 👌🏾💕
I've only seen this robot with funny knees a couple of times, but I liked it so much, so...why not?
Transformers: EarthSpark Missed Connection storyboard!
When I first started on the production I knew Nightshade was going to be my favorite, so getting to work on their episode was a treat!
This was the first (and only) episode I was on where we had the voice recordings before we started boarding. That is, with the exception of Bumblebee and Alex. So you still get to enjoy SOME of my scratch audio!
The intro for this episode was reworked and streamlined to get the runtime down. Originally, it opened with Robby and Mo announcing to the Terrans that today was a "no school day" which meant no tutelage, only fun. Hearing this, Nightshade gleefully runs back into the barn trying to decide which scientific field they want to study! The other kids are baffled, but Robby shrugs, "we're just gonna have to show them how it's done." Cut to the opening title card, then we return to the story with everyone gathering in the pasture.
There were some design changes that happened after the fact, like the Smart Trainer and Nightshade's helmet. The dugout in particular got switched around, which impacted some of the staging in the final show. I feel ICON did a great job adjusting the shots to match the updated set!
Twitch has had enough.
