A Lil Doodle Of Brak N Meatwad XP

ok, I think something is wrong with me now.

similing friends + my mental health status! :3

Theremind, Gloptic, and Clackula going to the party on Faerie island. (They look snazzy, forgot the food at home.)

Transformers : Stranded lore : The Quintessons!

Ah, the Quintessons! Creators of the Transformers, cowardly traders of the universe, conquers of many worlds, and the users of the outcasted Transformers! (until the triple-changers rebelled and killed nearly every last member of their species.)

(It’s a long read under this one)

Now, let me go out of my way to say this…DO NOT SYMPATHIZE WITH THESE GUYS! NEVER EVER! ESPECIALLY IN THIS UNIVERSE!!

These guys have done many horrible things despite their cowardice, and if I catch any of you being “aw the skrunkly!” I will block you. /hj

And another note, these facts are going to be a mix of several continuites, so if it sounds familiar in some ways, that’s why.

And now, the facts!

The main leader (and still leader to modern times) is Summus [sue-muss]. He’s the oldest one (as leader and still alive), being about 32 Million years old, having been leader since before the Transformers initially rebelled, though not being alive when they were created.

When Sentinel Prime was in power, he made a deal with the Quntessions that he would send their useless workers to be their workers instead, even using their technology to block their functions to be mindless zombies for them. AND to add to that, Sentinel Prime one day was informed that a new class of transformers were being held in a lab by the rebels, and he told them to send them to the Quintessons, not even giving it a slight second glance, which would eventually be their downfall.

The Triple Changers (Octane, AstroTrain, BlitzWing, BroadSide, SandStorm, and Springer), because of their special nature to be great soliders [which Sentiel Prime WOULD HAVE FOUND OUT IF HE WASN’T SITTING ON HIS AFT ALL DAY], their odd completion that comes with having three alt-modes meant that the mind-controlling tech the Quintessons used wouldn’t affect them, but they played along as if they were to find a way out, meeting up in secret. (they only knew BlitzWing wasn’t affected at the time, because he was the quickest to break down and become what we know him as today) But, the tech does still disarm their weapons.

Quintessons are ‘born’ from red giant stars. They have technology that can predict when a nearby star will explode (goes from Red Giant to White Dwarf), so they send out a ship that puts unborn shells into the star, and once the star explodes, they’re shot all over the place and either colonize the planet/world they land on, or make their way to their home planet, Quintessa.

The power of roles in the Quintesson society are (from greatest to worst), Judges, Prosecutor, Scientist, Executioner, and Bailiff. Typically, Judges will rule their society, and tend to live the longest out of them all; But, each judge still has a latter to climb, as nobody will pass Summus until he dies. The most common Quintessons are Executioners, used mostly as soldiers and body guards for the judges.

Quintessons originally made the Transformers to be slaves and create more energon, but once Primus led a rebellion, they were banished, and a forcefield he made kept the Quinessons out for good, and even as Energon freely flowed on their planet, the Quintessons could never get to it, or would be incinerated trying.

They have a game similar to Zuma, both a in-person version as a sport, and an online version that’s basically their version of solitare.

The Seeker is still alive, but his whereabouts are unknown. Nobody has gone to find him.

They have a council of judges (5 others, but 6 with Summus) that sometimes reside over trials, but not always, to keep Summus in check and not to overuse his power as their leader. This council also has a habit of switching around servants, and they all treat their servants very differently.

So space ghost is my new hyper fixation……

and maybe another note, heres my Tiktok : (i post more on there, mostly space ghost to :P )

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Still Here (1)

Exerpt from They the Wubbox, Chapter 15.5 : Still here, on Wattpad

Bowgart shivered in the dark winter's night. He was alone. Not even Rooba was there to be with him. Emptiness and sorrow was the only thing he could feel. The soft tune of the island dragging out like it was tired. He was tired too. Why was he left to live here when no one else he knew would be with him. "Bowgart." Furcorn called his name. Bowgart turned and saw his pale stalk. "Yes?" 

"C-Can i sit with you?" He asked with a timid, scratchy voice.

"Sure." Furcorn walked over shakily, sitting next to him. The islands had been cursed with extreme weather conditions, frigid nights, and melting hot days. The sun-moon cross must have messed with the planet's atmosphere. Water island began to drain of water, plant island began to turn yellow and brown, air island drifted away, and the other islands slowly began to become vacant. Cold island was the only place some felt was home, but some monsters did stay on their original islands, homing being where the heart was. "I wish the battle didn't happen." Furcorn whimpered with tears.

"Me too, but there was nothing else to do."

"We could have not fighted, we could have just talked with the Celestials and freed our friends."

"There was no other option." The dark reality had settled in, yet, nobody wanted to accept it. The clouds connecting the islands began to fade, and they had very little time left to decide what island they would stay on. The islands were drifting off, leaving the islands to break from Attmoz's control, leading to the clouds letting go. "What island are you staying on?" Bowgart asked.

"I wanna stay with you. Theres no one else i know."

"But, it gets extremely cold here. Plant island would be much safer for you."

"i want someone to talk to. Please don't force me to go there." Bowgart sighed at his friend. He let out one of his arms, holding him closer. "Alright. But, please be careful." He and Furcorn were the only monsters staying on Cold Island. They both knew it was inevitable they would die a slow, yet peaceful death in the snow and ice.

Read, They the Wubbox, at

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They the Wubbox

The Wubbox were strange monsters, made by one of the many celestials, Galvana. She made all the Wubbox, and their lives...

When you want to make Christmas stuff but don’t.

I’ll post my beast break story down here in a second.

I wish I could just properly articulate how much love is a fear for BlackArachnia (tf:s). (CW : Trauma and bad feels)

Seriously, the only song I can use to describe her fear is litterally a song about kidnapping. (“Tag, Your It” - Melanie Martinez)

Finding out she was left for dead by the love of her life was like a gut-wrenching, tearing out of any feelings she ever had. She had been abandoned, the only bot she ever loved, left her for spider-food. How could anyone be that cruel? Did he even care? Shouldn’t he have come back for her, even if it was years later? No. He never did. She became BlackArachnia 17,573 years after her shell had been killed.

In Beasts On Earth!!, she tried every form of method to keep SilverBolt away, to show see never needed such weak and painful feelings, she didn’t need to be betrayed so painfully again. She even ensured he would die from the foraging of killer spiders she planted in his chest, and even then, after he miraculously survived, he took care of the one left he insisted on keeping, and still said he loved her.

Just like Optimus. He didn’t give up on her. Every fight, every hurtful word, every near-death issue. He wanted to be with her.

How is this possible?

Her spark couldn’t calm down in her hardend chassis. Her limbs were not responding to any thought from her processor. Everything was closing in yet falling apart all at the same time. Her vision was darkening and she felt sick from the deepest parts of her spark. It was all too much for her. Why did she have to feel this way? All these stupid emotions and stupid feeling and stupid fragging maximals that had to be so perfect and great and innocent.

"Do you even know what that does to me, Orion? To constantly be met with understanding and patience and…and you?" Her voice cracks slightly, her anger beginning to fray at the edges, revealing the vulnerability beneath. "It's infuriating."

"…Why are you so damned understanding?!" Elita bursts out, her optics flashing with helpless frustration. "Everytime I yell, every time I push, you just…Absorb it!" She slams her hand against the wall, leaving an impression. "It's maddening!"

"It makes me angry! It makes me so angry that I can't even be mad at you properly!" She pauses, her optics flickering rapidly. "You make it impossible to dislike you! You're the most irritatingly decent mech I've ever encountered!"

"…You think I push everyone away because I want to?" Her voice drops dangerously low, a dangerous glint in her optics. "Maybe I just can't stand most mechs. Ever consider that?" She snaps, but there's a hint of vulnerability she can't quite disguise.

"…Why are you still being decent about this?! I'm being a total jerk! Why aren't you yelling?!" Her arms cross tightly over her chest. "I thought you would finally tell me to…To shut up or leave or something!" She finishes in a frustrated shout, her voice echoing off the walls. "But no, you just have to be…You!" She gestures at him in exasperation. "Always so calm and understanding and…Ugh!"

“…I don’t have a sparkling,” she said again, as if trying to convince herself none of this was real. “I don’t love.”

“I can’t believe they became leaders of the factions…Despite what awful cowards they are…” BlackArachnia muttered in tears, her voice just barely heard over the rustling of the tree.

“…That wrech doesn’t deserve the fame he has! He abandoned me, like everyone else always does!” BlackArachnia hissed back at him, her claws scratching harshly at the bark, causing ScatterSpot to cling to SilverBolt’s leg.

“You don’t care! You never could! Just abandon me as well let me crawl back home!” BlackArachnia snarled back, continuing to scratch at the tree.

“…I’m good on my own. I’m strong, indipendant, I don’t need stupid love to make it work! I’m better off on my own! Why can’t you see that?!”

A lil doodle bc why not

they are so adorable, you cannot stop me from writing Wattpad fanfics. Yes, i did make this in 3 mins.