I Calculated The Heights Of The DJD

I calculated the heights of the DJD

Thanks to this post I was able to get a generally accurate height comparison approved by Alex Milne, the artist for MTMTE. This is that image:

I found the best image that shows Megatron and Tarn together and generally on the same X plane.

According to the TFwiki for IDW Megatron is 38'... so. I throw all these into Procreate to start the process...

Here, I just put in the first picture, nothing special.

Then, I scale the comic panel to match Tarn's head size and height, as close as I can. I lower the opacity of the image and add Megs, using that comic panel to size him right.

Next:

I add a ruler measuring at 38'ft (I actually used inches to keep the distances equal when adding other lines, wo it's not 100% accurate). I kept in mind that the edge of the image is not the plane they are standing on.

Then, I add the lines and numbers, and get Megs out of there before he gets killed. Using the numbers and lines, I get their heights. So here's my results:

Vos: 27.25ft

Kaon: 32.5ft

Tarn: 36.5ft

Helex: 50ft

Tesarus: 51ft

You can round up or down if it makes things easier in your writings! Hope this helps with your drawings.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

[ I used to have this Tarn that I used to pour milk on and suck the milk back out of and it was sopping wet all the time 😭 i used to slam it against walls and it would make a loud thud ]

people point at fictional grown men who have commited crimes and say, "Baby boy, he's definitely an age regressor :( he just needs a cuddle."

its me im people

"Ravage has gotten... bigger."

(Cat's name is Ella, BTW)

Earthspark x DJD

This is 100% crack, fueled by a commenter that insinuated that Tarn is too good for crack fics. I hope this haunts your dreams. This is definitely a dark comedy.

Enjoy, and have the day you deserve, dear passive aggressive commenter.

Twitch didn't know what was behind her, but turning back would seal her fate.

All she could hear was the snapping of branches as whoever was behind her rushed to grab her. She tripped, and shrieked as a huge hand grabbed her arm, easily fitting the whole thing in one hand.

Twitch thrashed as she was pulled into - a hug?

"Sweet spark, where's your sire?" Her captor's voice smothered her in an all-consuming warmth, Twitch fighting to keep her eyes open as a foreign drowsiness pulled at her spark. "Megatron didn't tell me he had newsparks." Twitch felt herself being shifted in the foreign bot's grasp, a hand forcing her head to rest against their chest plate as she was picked up. Their spark beat filled her ears, and she struggled to stay awake. "I am just so, so sorry for startling you. I just had to see Megatron's heirs for myself. The organic playthings are an odd choice, but a child has to have their toys, after all. You even have your alt mode, too, unfortunately with your carrier's colors."

Tarn looked down at the little minicon curled up in his arms, finally fast asleep. She was just so tiny. Unfortunately, the end of the war meant that Megatron had to pretend to share power with the Prime.

Honestly, anyone could see right through the facade. Megatron was the one calling the shots. He had to be!

Tarn could even rationalize why this dirt ball wasn't brought to their knees yet. Obviously, his master's pet Prime wished to keep his pets alive, and his Lord allowed it.

After all, five sparklings one after another would be quite taxing. It made sense for his Master's pet to earn a reward.

It was also an out of the way spot to raise a brood. And what a beautiful one it was. Two beastformers, a minicon, a racer, and a grounder. All seemly healthy, and taking after their Sire quite nicely.

:Nickel, apparently our Lord has been quite busy.:

Tarn heard Nickel sigh. :Tarn, what are you blabbering about?:

: Well, considering I am holding Megatron's runaway firstborn…:

:WHAT! Details, now.:

:She's a tiny femme, with a red and yellow drone alt mode. If it wasn't for her rotors, she could fit comfortably in the crook of my arm. She's sleeping at the moment. Yes, I did Megatron a favor and made her a little drowsy for the walk back to the nursery. She should be very cuddly for the next couple of hours. I will get photos for the altar, no worries.:

Tarn shifted Twitch carefully in his arms and pulled out his camera, taking a quick photo of her napping in his arms. Well, off to put her down for a nap. The fleshy built farm was an odd choice for a nursery, but Tarn had to admit the theme was cute, and far from any organic settlements to keep their current pets from catching diseases. Now, which structure was the nursery?

Tarn's first guess ended up to be live food storage for the pets, but he should have known from the little fluffy meat animal penned up in the yard that nosed the sparkling's feet before brushing against Tarn's ankles before getting out of his way. He found the actual nursery building by spying a purple bit of kibble peeking out from a mound of yellow organic bedding through a loft window.

He shifted the minicon in his arms again, her rotors making her quite awkward to hold comfortably. He opened the nursery door to find one of her siblings hiding under a bed, the massive dinobot flailing around as the edge of the raised bed got caught on his horns. Tarn set the sparkling on an unused bed, careful to set her on her belly so her rotors can move freely.

Her sibling was still struggling with the bed and froze as Tarn crouched down in front of him.

"Well hello there. What's your name?" Tarn used just a little bit of the Voice as he lifted the bed off the big orange sparkling, the bot scrambling away from him and standing protect fully in front of her.

"Ja-Jawbreaker. I-Is T-Twitch ok?"

"Ah, Jawbreaker! Hmm, I didn't know you scanned an alt mode yet. Yes, your sister is fine. She's just taking a nap, I found her sleeping in the woods. I am Tarn, Megatron is my boss. Do you know where he is? I wish to speak to him about my next work assignment. Grown up things, nothing for you to worry about. Would you mind watching her while I look?"

"Yeah, uh, sure. Mom and dad are at work, but Megatron should be back from a mission tonight. Opti- never mind. You just asked about Megatron."

Tarn smiled. "I assume Optimus is working with the humans?"

Jawbreaker nodded, realizing that he gave away too much. He knew Nightshade was with Tarantulas, Thrash had a doctor's appointment with Ratchet and would be home in a couple of days, and Hashtag was hiding in the loft. He just hoped that Megatron got home before anyone else did. Jawbreaker didn't like the way Tarn talked about Megatron, but couldn't quite understand why.

Luckily, he didn't have to think about it much longer, because he heard the familiar racket of Megatron landing in his alt mode. He rushed outside, Tarn blocking the door from the outside before following him.

Megatron, at first thought Jawbreaker, just wanted a hug, spreading his arms out to be tackled by many, many tons of bright orange sparkling. Instead, he had to see his nephew blubbering in terror as TARN of all people ran up to him.

"My Lord! Honor to see you, Master. I have questions about my new role in furthering the cause. The current List has been executed, and the DJD seeks further instruction."

"Tarn? Where's the children?"

"Two out of the five are secured in the nursery, my Lord. Jawbreaker here was left to watch them alone. The two femmes, for your information. Their sibling and brother have not been located, but I found the minicon femme wandering in the forest. The Peaceful Tyranny is parked just past the tree line."

Megatron sighed. "Tarn, I was only gone to retrieve energon from the nearby mine. The children are more than welcome to play in the surrounding woods. They all are more familiar with the area than I am. Twitch, the minicon femme, is the oldest, and I tend to keep her on a longer leash. Please apologize to my youngest. He and Hashtag, the younger femme, are allowed to stay back at the barn without supervision as long as they stay together. My oldest son, Thrash, and middle child Nightshade are with his doctor and their tutor. And please, use the outside shower before getting out of the cow pen next time. You have feces all over your feet and have undoubtedly tracked it inside. The humans are not to be harmed, and please watch for the animals and human children."

"Spoken like a true Sire. Do you wish to return to the Peaceful Tyranny to discuss the future of my role in the Cause?"

Megatron pinched his nose and sighed. "Tarn, I want the DJD to find a quiet place to disband. Go back to Mezzanine, find an uninhabited moon, or even just float around in the Peaceful Tyranny. The List is done. I am done. I'm an old man, and I just want to be with my children and live out the rest of my life. Please, don't contact me or my family outside of an emergency again. You have until this time tomorrow to leave Earth."

Tarn stepped back, shocked. "My Lord? Are you sure about this?"

Megatron let out an exasperated sigh and patted Jawbreaker's head. "Yes, Tarn. We got what we wanted. Now, I want to enjoy my peace. Go find yours."

Tarn nodded. "Jawbreaker, I sincerely apologize for scaring you. Megatron, I will take my leave."

"Tarn, Get. Out." Megatron grumbled, putting a comforting hand on Jawbreaker's shoulder.

Jawbreaker ducked behind him, and Tarn finally got the hint, returning to the woods. Megatron called Dot, telling her to keep the kids out of the farm until a certain fanatic leaves earth's atmosphere.

Megatron watched as the Peaceful Tyranny left the planet, not taking his eyes off it until it was truly gone.

"Dot, you can bring the children back. Just be careful. The only thing keeping you, Alex, and your children alive when it comes to Tarn's splinter cell is his fanatical worship of me and the bending of reality to cast me as all powerful. Running won't help, his ability to track people is better than Jazz. Remind the children again to NEVER contradict anything the DJD tells them, and to always insist to be returned to me over giving any information to an unknown Decepticon. If they are taken alive by Tarn, every movement counts."

"Splinter cell? What's that?" Mo's voice was squeaky over Megatron's comm.

"Your phone was on speakerphone, wasn't it?"

"Yep." Robby said. "I assume this Tarm guy was responsible for the panic attack from Twitch that got me out of math class?"

"Yes, Robby. Tarn and his crew were someone I employed during the war. He always took everything I said too far and ended up starting a cult within the Decepticons. Unfortunately, to keep your siblings safe, I had to lie about my relation to both your family and the terrans. They believe the terrans are my children, and for their sake, it is safest to keep up the ruse. Tarn is dangerous and poses a serious threat if he deems you Maltos a burden on the terrans' well-being. Be careful, but I did a good job at standing my ground. They shouldn't come back, but if they do, hit my distress signal, and I will drop everything and put him in his place, anytime, anywhere. Dot, I think it's best if we make sure they can recognize the DJD on sight. But Robby, Mo, if you see them, the objective is to run and hide, especially in places where a bot can't reach. If Twitch could get to you, it's not a good spot. I don't want to scare you, but all Tarn and his crew know is hate, and that is incredibly dangerous. We can continue this conversation at a later date if you would like. I am going to teach your siblings the same. I wish all of you the best. Megatron out."

I get a little too bogged down on how clothes actually work to make this stuff :^D

But this is my snow bots Tarn design