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queen-of-heretics · 10 months
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Quick head shots of some of the decepticon combiners in my fan continuity
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autobotsandjoestars · 2 years
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strawborealis · 1 year
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Alternate Transformers Idea:
On Prehistoric Earth, Volcanicus faces Predaking as volcanoes erupt and the ground shakes, until ripples from the sea next to both of them start to form and grow larger, until the decepticons Piranacon appears and prepares to fight Volcanicus, and when things already looked bleak for the only autobot force active on the planet, a monsterous combiner rises from the sludges of tar near the volcanoes, Abominus, he stands next to Predaking preparing to fight Volcanicus.
And while the three looked at the lone combiner, all Volcanicus did was laugh and exclaim "Finally! A fair fight!" Before charging in for the fate of Prehistoric Earth
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askvectorprime · 2 years
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Could you explain the confusing history of the Uniend Sharkticons to us?
Dear Sharkticon Speculator,
Oh dear, I suppose I should do, given the apparent confusion is largely my fault.
During the Age of Evolution, as later scholars have named it, a plethora of Cybertronian life emerged onto Cybertron's surface. While most of my kin preferred to study those whose forms more closely resembled our own, I found myself watching over the Predacon and Insecticon breeds that arose from the Well. The others viewed them as little more than beasts, but they were possessed of an uncommon intellect, and a canny curiosity that was often confused as baser instinct. I taught them science and art, which they absorbed voraciously.
Unfortunately, that all came to an end with the Great Cataclysm, when meteors and radiation threatened to strip the world bare. While the smaller humanoid-robots that became modern day Cybertronians were able to survive, and many Insecticons retreated into the core for protection, the Predacons were unable to escape the devastation.
And so, I intervened.
Telling not even my kin, I gathered together as many of the Predacons as I could, along with some Insecticons, and loaded them onto Titans. While the world was stripped of its protective magnetosphere, we escaped, diving into the void of space, to find a new world where they might survive, or even prosper.
And we found it, in the far-off Lenocinium Velnero System, a world of sea and archipelagos rich in energon. There the Predacons, many of whom already had aquatic alternate modes, took to the waters. The Insecticons didn't take long to follow suit, exploring the depths of their new world, which they soon named Aquatron.
Over the millennia, the Predacons and Insecticons adapted even further, becoming Sharkticons, Leviacons, Lobster-bots, Piranhacons, Eelcons, Allicons, Croctobots, Cleaners, Shrimp-bots, and other specialized forms. They created their own societies, rising and flourishing with the tides, while I retreated into the Realm of the Primes. I did, however, leave behind one of the blades of my Mandala, through which they would be able to contact me, if their need was great.
Unfortunately, they became one of the first victims of their distant kin: the Quintessons, spawn of Quintus Prime. Observing the Aquatronians, the Quintessons realized their shared kinship, but instead of reaching out with open tendrils, they tightened their coils around their brethren in the name of research. Inside the Aquatronians' bodies, the Quintessons discovered a dormant organ-mechanism, one they themselves lacked. Through experimentation, they were able to activate these T-cogs, and armed with this knowledge, were able to present themselves as saviors, raising Aquatron to a new level of civilization—if only the Aquatronians would surrender their freedom. So convincing and powerful were the Quintessons, that only a brief period of hesitance passed before the Aquatronians submitted, and by the time they realized they had been conquered, the thought of rebellion had already been quashed. The Sharkticons became the clawed fist of the burgeoning Quintesson Empire, while the others were made to toil to produce energon.
When the Quintessons discovered Cybertron, they used the space bridges to connect to it, and brought their Sharkticon slave-enforcers with them. But in their greed and haste, the Quintessons overreached. The Cybertronians realized what was being forced upon them, and began plotting rebellion—and when the spark of rebellion catches, it spreads like plasmafire. It even reached the shores of Aquatron, causing the Aquatronians to rise up as well, threatening to throw off the shackles of Quintesson oppression. One even recovered the Mandala-blade, carrying it to Cybertron. He was driven by visions—admittedly, granted by me—of a bot who would liberate their world, at the time known simply as D-16.
Together the two joined the fight for liberation, and drove the Quintessons from Cybertron, forcing them to seal their space bridges and consolidate their core territories—including Aquatron. Those Aquatronians stranded on Cybertron retreated to the Sea of Ages, becoming the stuff of urban legend. Alpha Trion, recognising the blade of my Mandala for what it was, took it from the Aquatronian and stored it with his other relics. And Aquatron itself spent untold eons under Quintesson control, until they brought about their own doom.
During the conflict between the Autobots and Decepticons, the Quintessons lured Optimus Prime to Aquatron, in the hopes of seizing the Matrix of Leadership, making their own facsimile of the artifact using its data as a backup plan. But in doing so, they also lured Megatron—the former D-16—to their world. He came across the fragmentary records of the Quintesson rebellion, as well as the prophecy of their liberation by his hand. Using the duplicate Matrix, he became a hybrid Aquatronian being, a Sharkticon Megatron. The power of the Matrix coursed through him and through the Aquatronians, erasing the Quintesson control codes that had been implanted in them. The Aquatronians were free, and rose up against their former masters. When the Decepticons and Autobots left, some chose to follow Megatron, although he had by that point lost the Matrix. Others stayed on Aquatron to rebuild a new, and more peaceful society.
By the time the Great War ended, the Sharkticons and other Aquatronian transformers had become a minor, if fearsome, part of the Decepticon forces. Many were arrested and sentenced to prison, while others returned to Aquatron, which had become part of the Cybertronian's new alliance of worlds.
None knew of their origin as ancient Predacons, and none knew of my involvement. Which is probably for the best.
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sternerstufftoys · 4 years
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He big.
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godneptune · 3 years
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I could spend literally all day talking about my ideal seacon figures and frequently have
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I mean, certain Riders make the most sense as combiners really. W as a Safeguard style half and half for sure. For Den-O I picture RyotarouBot as a core bot who can combine with each ImaginBot individually, or form the core of a full combiner with all 4 (with optional Sieg wing pack.)
they do and combiners are just really fun. i think the sheer amount of saber riders means they should be a combiner too (not to mention they could use saber as a sword like piranhacon and king arthur)
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rescuebot · 3 years
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if u guys want to follow me on twitter my @ is piranhacon! i plan to post sketches and more personal posts and stuff. im going to keep my twitter privated but anyone can request to follow. also mutuals if u want drop ur twitter in the replies so i can follow u bc i have. no clue whats good on twitter
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whirlaid · 5 years
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Movie Night
My fic for the @transformersrerunszine:
Theoretically, movie nights were meant to be invitation-only. The practice of this was very different, anyone who showed up was welcomed in for a few hours of mindless entertainment. Honestly, it was only Rewind's erratic schedule which provided the illusion of the event requiring an invitation. If no one told you when movie night was being held, you wouldn't have any idea.
Therefore, Megatron would have had a perfectly reasonable excuse to not show up. Except that, through nervous waving arms and optics which couldn't quite meet his, Swerve had specifically invited him and no doubt told everyone he would show up. And, well, Megatron could handle being called many things, but he wouldn't be called a liar.
He hadn't asked what the film was, though now he was feeling that it would have been a great excuse to have rejected the offer. “Thunderclash, the Dashing Hero, Ends the War? Oh, sorry, that brings up too many memories.” Also, wasn't it a bit odd to play a movie about someone who was your crew mate?
In truth the movie didn't bring up any bad memories because none of the events in the film happened or had even come close to happening. It was mindless Autobot propaganda meant to excite interest and rally spirits. No doubt the film would end with the handsome star of the film looking directly to the audience and telling them how victory was possible if everyone did their part.
Megatron had entered on a scene wherein Thunderclash, played by Crosscut, was falling from some height while shooting two guns and standing on two Piranhacons to...brace his fall? It wasn't clear what the Piranhacons were doing there honestly.
“Oh, hey Megs!” Swerve called to him. His voice held an unease, the same one most of the crew had when speaking to him. He forced himself to ignore it. “You haven't missed much. This mission is supposed to be the final push against the Decepticons, but the Autobots miscalculated and now Optimus Prime is surrounded, so Thunderclash asked his crew to fly him over to the fighting but the pilot said that it's too dangerous to land and Thunderclash said,” Swerve lowered his voice for his Thunderclash impression, “'We don't need to land,' and he jumped out of the ship, but then the Decepticons started throwing troops out of their ships to stop him and he shot and punched them all and now he's surfing on some Piranhacons while falling.” Swerve vented. “You're all caught up now!”
Megatron didn't care and hadn't been paying attention. “Thank you.” He took a seat next to Swerve and ignored how the minibot flinched away.
The movie was rather dull if you had no interest in Autobot revisionist history, absurd acrobatics done while firing guns, or long gratuitous panning shots of Thunderclash's frame. Megatron hoped he wasn't the only one bored by the film.
Looking around the room, everyone seemed content to turn off their processors and consume this cinematic drivel. There was some divided attention of course, Chromedome and Rewind exchanging whispers while resting against each other, Tailgate's visor brightening as he read something off his comm device, Riptide nudging the bot next to him to ask a question. But no one left, and after Swerve's recapping of the films events, there was no loud commentary. A room full of bots calmly enjoying their evening.
Calm...
Ah! That was the key. That was when the whole event made sense to him. It didn't matter what was playing, everyone was there to rest. Not rest their body, that they could do easily, but rest their minds. It was the case that everyone was content to turn off their processors, they needed this respite.
The war was hard on everyone and even with its end, the millions of years of fighting could not simply be forgotten. How do you forget watching friends and lovers fall to their death beside you? How do you forget the first time you extinguish a spark? Or worse, how do you remember to feel after being numb for so long? It was that last one that still weighed on Megatron.
Millenia of bots being nothing but pawns did not fade easily. Even now, he found himself in constant awe as he remembered that everyone on the ship was their own individual. Each one with thousands of years of experience that he found himself eager to learn. Did Crosscut miss acting? Why did Smokescreen want to be a bartender? When did Minimus begin writing poems? Though the most burning of questions for Megatron as of late was, how did he ruin it all?
He knew too well how he ruined his own life. What should have been his dearest friend was turned into his most bitter enemy. The people who held him in the highest esteem had their minds irreparably twisted. He couldn’t even redeem himself properly, switching sides had caused grief to both those close to him and those he wanted to appease.
Certainly Megatron still carried the heavy weight of years of never-ending conflict. He felt the weight in every step he took on this (mostly) Autobot ship. Every scornful look, every muttered curse, every time someone would brace themself as he spoke. All of this was the burden he built up and now had to bare.
But it was their burden too. Hound would always look behind doors before entering a room. Smokescreen jumped back and his hand reached for a gun that wasn’t there whenever he was startled. Sunstreaker kept his pet close to him to have the strength to interact with the others. Even Rodimus had told him that his spark froze whenever the former-warlord raised his voice.
Turning his attention back to the screen, Megatron watched as Springer saved himself from being consumed by terrorcons. Thunderclash rushed in just in time to see Springer shoot the head of the final terrorcon causing it to burst in an unrealistic explosion of fire and parts. Thunderclash explained that he came to save the triple-changer. Springer laughed. “Better luck next time, Big Guy,” Springer winked as he turned and left.
It was an excessively insipid film. Megatron again scanned the room, anything to avoid the drivel which plagued his vision. Whirl told First Aid about how inaccurate the movie’s portrayal of Springer was. (Whirl may have been trying to whisper but it was barely softer than his normal speaking voice.) Hoist fidgeted where he sat, now and then he would look to his comm device and fuss with it before trying to watch the movie again. Swerve seemed totally engrossed in the film, his pedes kicking excitedly and occasionally swatting Brainstorm.
They would never be the same, but they could get better. Even this small event spoke such large volumes for all the progress which had been made. There was calm, calm enough for Rewind and Chromedome to share a moment together. Enough that Riptide, who had been made for battle, got to enjoy peace with his friends. Enough that Whirl’s trigger finger wasn’t itchy for a rare second.
Even enough that Swerve, one of the skittish bots on the ship, was able to sit next to an old war monger.
Yes, Swerve was symbolic of that which was around him. There was still fear, the minibot would tense whenever he caught Megatron making any moves. But there was peace, that Swerve was able to sit next to him was enough to make that clear.
On the screen, Megatron had captured Springer and was threatening to kill him if Thunderclash didn’t hand over Optimus Prime. Thunderclash slowly knelt and looked as though he was going to obey the demand. He then shot up quickly and threw a small explosive shuriken into Megatron’s optic startling the silver mech and giving Springer enough time to run out of danger and into Thunderclash’s arms.
In the room, Megatron sat with a small smile on his face. It would be a long process, but one day, maybe, the weight of the war would lessen. One day, Swerve might be able to sit near him without flinching. One day, the sound of his voice might not frighten the young Prime. One day, he might walk among his crew without a large bubble around him.
One day, he might even be able to sit with Optimus as friends and not as rivals.
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wemblingfool · 4 years
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Piranhacon is a monument to the hubris of man.
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machsabre · 7 years
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New Clothing Classifications
Clothing sizes suck. They're a pain to figure out, the labels are often dishonest and inconsistent. And there's stigmas attached to each size that are often unfair at best, and cruel at worst. So as a nerd on the internet, I say we start to change these sizes to the Transformers Class Size standard. It's much cooler, dignified, and is more gender neutral in comparison to the sizes. So, from here on out, I hereby decree:
XS is now Legion Class (Fixit, Rewind, Ravage, Laserbeak)
S is now Scout Class (Seaspray, Brawn, The Insecticons, The Battlechargers)
M is now Warrior Class (Strongarm, Bisk, Drift, Windblade)
L is now Deluxe Class (The Seekers, Rodimus, Prowl, Chromedome)
XL is now Voyager Class (Blitzwing, Springer, Astrotrain, Bludgeon)
2XL is now Leader Class (Ultra Magnus, Jetfire, Overlord, Star Saber)
3XL is now Combiner Class (Superion, Devastator, Victorion, Piranhacon)
4XL on Up is now Titan Class (Metroplex, Trypticon, Fortress Maximus, Grandus)
Enjoy your new clothes sizes. :)
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fishbug · 8 years
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Botcon 2016 Hasbro Panel
Hasbro Rep: Thank you all for showing up to this Beast Wars themed convention that has no beast figures because we didn't make any. Here's a bunch of other stuff that isn't robots turning into beasts. Masterpiece Optimus Primal? Silly fans, Optimus is a truck, not a monkey.
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happymonkeyshoes-blog · 11 years
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My first Transformers Combiner and commission for Dean Holdaway, behold the aquatic evil of Piranhacon
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transformers combiner opinions
Devastator: he is The combiner and i cannot deny his presence, though i think when i marathoned G1 it got overshadowed by just how much the other combiners kicked his ass once they got there. which i mean every G1 character ever suffers from but ya know. I don’t know I’ve just never been that interested in him? He’s Iconic but I was never as attached to him as the other season 1 decepticons. Guess it’s hard when you’re competing with soundwave and shockwave
Superion: he’s Okay. not really much to him aside from his general superhero gait. Alpha Bravo’s the best thing that ever happened to him
Menasor: who cares
Defensor: wins points by First Aid being great and the membership being ever-expanding but I can’t lie he is otherwise a little forgettable. I like him personally but I really can’t blame anyone for not caring
Bruticus: Are you fucking kidding me you cannot fuck this man. He would simply have been amazing if just confined to his G1 and WFC appearances where he’s mostly just really cool, the lynchpin of Starscream’s plots and has multiple memorable components; but then he also had to go and be in IDW where they make every single one of his components including goddamn Blast Off interesting and multi-faceted. You cannot fuck Bruticus
Predaking: Does he or his components have any notable character traits or even media appearances? No, not really. Is he the sexiest goddamn thing on this or any other planet? Hell yes he is LOOK AT THAT GUY
Computron: he’s also Okay, basically Superion but, like, Superion+? Superion but a bit more interesting. Space-agey 80s futuristic stuff going on so that’s sorta fun. Forget he exists most of the time though. 6/10
Abominus: I’m not convinced Abominus has any fans. In the first place I’ve never ever been fond of the really cool diverse scary monsters combining into a gestalt that has the most generic appearance ever; like it should surely be an absolute monster but he’s just some guy. One of those cases where the base components are far FAR greater than the whole but I won’t act like they have much going on either beyond their visuals
Piranhacon: maybe one day i’ll actually watch masterforce
Monstructor: Okay this is like Abominus round 2 and in the original toys he sucked just as much but in IDW they ACTUALLY made him monstrous so you get points there. He was kind of a fun threat in that sense but never much more than that. 6.5/10
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godneptune · 2 years
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I want to know what the tfp piranhacon looks like so bad but I can’t find any scans of the magazine comics online
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