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3 months ago

*probable* tfp quotes:

Wheeljack - Frag.

Ratchet - Can you watch your mouth?! There are children present.

Raf - I've heard cuss words before, y'know?

Ratchet - I was talking about Smokescreen!!

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Smokescreen - TTATT


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3 months ago

A - Z Megatron X Reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: violence and death, cult-like mentality

Megatron/Reader (You) in which you are a zealous follower at the dawn of the war

F is for Fanatic

“This is madness!”

Your narrowed optics observe the old bot as he is restrained, hoisted upright to stand on trembling limbs. Members of his guard, those who remained alive, protested the rough handling through their muzzles. The one at your pedes attempted to rise, but you pulled him back down to the ground, glowering at him in warning.

“You call this madness… I call it justice.”

The room stilled at the deep utterance, the entrance of the Decepticon figurehead seeming to stop time. Unhurried steps carried him through the wreckage of what was once the doorway, across the glossy tiled floor until he towered over the detained mech.

“The masses will not stand for this attack,” came his somber reply.

“We are the masses,” Megatron bit out, fanged grin punctuating the statement. “We are the righteous, once chained by your ambitions, but no more. You will bear the culmination of our wrath.”

The weathered official shook his helm, the cables that framed his faceplate swaying as he insisted, “The Council has agreed that the castes be disbanded. Is this not what you want?! The Prime will-”

“The Prime,” he interrupted, reaching out to clamp his talons over the old bot’s mouth, “does not speak for us. He has never lived as we have, never suffered at the servos of the Council. If you truly thought, Ambassador, that we would be satisfied with such a representative, you are a fool.”

You snarled in agreement, ramming your blaster into the helm of the mech at your pedes.

Megatron releasied the envoy, turning as he began to circle the room. He addressed his followers. “From the beginning, they've treated us as though we are nothing. It is the wreckage of our bodies that feeds their machine, our energon that fuels this planet.”

His every step is measured, towering frame casting its shadow upon all as he passes by. “And peace… peace is what they offer to appease us when we finally come to collect. An insincere apology for the horrors we’ve endured.”

He stops before you, and elation dances along your circuits as your gaze meets his. “What say you to that? Do you want their peace?”

“No!” the word all but leaps from your vocalizer, echoed by the thunderous cry of your brethren.

The silver titan turned to face the subdued old mech yet again, claws splayed at the demonstration. “And there you have it. We will take what is owed to us. And it starts with you.”

Pulling himself into as straight a pose as his aged frame could manage, he accused, “You are no savior, Megatron. You are nothing but a criminal. You claim to want to free your people, but the tyranny you offer in place of the caste system is no different.”

His laughter was deep, slow as he approached his prisoner, talons sliding into a fist as he unsheathed the blade from his gauntlet. “My tyranny, as you call it, will shape this world into greatness. A world in which all bots have the freedom to choose. I have plucked us from the cesspit of despair we have been forced to toil in. I have opened the optics of this planet’s inhabitants to the corruption of the High Council and the upper castes. Decadent, gluttonous vermin leeching profit from our suffering. There is only one way this can end. We take what we are owed and shatter every remnant of the old ways. Either you stand with us to realize this vision, or…” he drawled, lifting the weapon to rest upon his enemy’s shoulder plating. “You stand in our way.”

He took a moment to look around at the subdued guards. “The choice is yours now. Stand with us to dismantle the system of oppression that has gripped Cybertron for too long…. or face your end here and now.”

When no one responded, the large mech took a sweeping glance at his followers, nodding once. Blaster charging, you pressed it into the base of your captive’s helm, awaiting the final call. Righteous anger barreled through your lines. How they could continue to stand with these… monsters, after everything they were responsible for?! How could they not see the depravity of their world as it was? How desperately they needed to be cleansed. And cleanse them you would. This entire, filthy planet would be delivered from its wrongdoings by the only mech who was fit to rule it. You watched with mounting anticipation as your master lifted his blade.

“Decepticons, our time is now!”

His cut was clean and precise, and the Ambassador’s lifeless husk was dropped unceremoniously to the ground. The outraged cries of his guard were silenced shortly after with a barrage of gunfire. You smiled down at the smoking hole in the back of your captive’s helm before curling your servo into a fist and lifting it into the air.

“All hail Megatron!”


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3 months ago

This is everything

I Never Realised How Big Jazz’s Hands Are. Like Holy Shit That’s A Lot Of Shanix You Can Fit In There
I Never Realised How Big Jazz’s Hands Are. Like Holy Shit That’s A Lot Of Shanix You Can Fit In There
I Never Realised How Big Jazz’s Hands Are. Like Holy Shit That’s A Lot Of Shanix You Can Fit In There
I Never Realised How Big Jazz’s Hands Are. Like Holy Shit That’s A Lot Of Shanix You Can Fit In There

I never realised how big Jazz’s hands are. Like holy shit that’s a lot of shanix you can fit in there my guy

Also. His horns have joints in them. I bet my coffee bucket he can move them~


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3 months ago

We love our big cockeyed meth-head.

look. look. I love tfp megatron because he is unhinged and stupid and does space meth. he looks like a persian cat. his eyes are in different zip codes. i think he probably howls about optimus like a sad dog. he's awful and I want to watch him get worse


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1 year ago

My fav gays 💚🤍💙

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3 years ago
Team Prime Bebes...

Team Prime bebes...

A quick fanfic art cover for my story : And then there were four. Older Jack, Miko, Raf, and newest addition Theresa.

Its total crack, no seriousness involved whatsoever. But if you're into such ridiculousness, you should check it out. My handle on AO3 is ChaoticReverie


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3 years ago

A - Z Megatron X Reader

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Mild swearing

Megatron/Reader (You) in which you are a human who is far too curious for your own good

E is for Eyebrows

As surreptitiously as possible, you glance at him again from the corner of your eye as he spoke to Optimus, watching raptly as the jagged ridges that adorned his helm rose and fell. You had long since given up trying to decipher how Cybertronian 'eyebrows' were able to move freely without any notable joints. It was mind boggling, but eventually you had made peace with the fact that it was likely some aspect of their anatomy that you – as a human – were completely unaware of.

And while all Cybertronians that you had met thus far had these brow ridges, for some very absurd reason, your brain decided to fixate upon his. It might have been because of the fact that he wasn't a being you had been exposed to much prior to this temporary alliance, but you had a niggling suspicion it was the fact that he was dangerous that made it fascinating to watch him, thrilling even. Like getting in the water with a great white shark…

You scoffed a little at yourself as you turn away for a moment to glance at the papers in your hands. 'Didn't anyone ever tell you curiosity killed the cat?'

You heard Optimus' heavy steps as he retreated further into the bunker, looking up once more. Megatron was still there… and he was staring straight at you. You pale and look away instantly, trying to busy yourself with reading. His ominous steps rumbled the very foundations of the base, and to your horror you realize they are growing nearer. You slam your eyes shut, and when the thunderous footfalls stop, you know he's there… right there, a scarce handful of yards from you. Swallowing, you force yourself to open your eyes, your stomach dropping when you note the entire platform you are standing upon is now draped in a massive shadow. You're rethinking the whole 'shark' theory at this point, knowing fully well they rarely attacked people, and when they did it was almost always because you'd been mistaken for a seal or a turtle. This being… would not hesitate to crush you into a fleshy paste without an ounce of remorse.

You don't know whether to look up or not, which would seem like the greater insult?

"You've been watching me."

The knowing statement takes you by surprise, and without meaning to you lift your head and meet his gaze… only to freeze like a deer in headlights. His mouth is twisted into a sneer, his teeth sharp and vicious looking. Those, however, were definitely very shark like.

"Why?"

Its not a question… its a demand. The seconds tick by and his optics narrow… though one of those damned eyebrows inches upward. You decide to tell him the truth. Licking your lips, you take a steadying breath. "Y-Your eyebr-err, brow ridges. They're just… really emotive. It's… interesting."

He seems to study you, gauging your sincerity, you imagine. Eventually he realizes you are being truthful, his expression irritated… disgusted almost. Like someone who found a hair in their soup… not that Cybertronians had hair… or knew what soup was…

Suddenly he turns and walks away from you, in the direction Optimus had gone. You release the breath you'd been holding, gasping in relief. That was far too close for comfort. When his clipped voice reaches you from across the room - a terse command to cease - you don't need to be told twice. You nod vigorously and look back at your papers, muttering a quiet apology.

Your frazzled brain tries to sort out the tumult of sensations and thoughts running through your body. You feel like you're going to throw up and piss yourself and faint all at once. Thankfully you do none of that, and after some deep breathing manage to regain a measure of composure… though the shaking in your limbs doesn't subside. And yet… despite the fact that his command had held a clear hint of threat, your stupid human brain and its morbid curiosity pokes at you to look over at him yet again. Shaking away the foolhardy urge, you tell yourself firmly, 'No more poking the bear.'

I would be hard pressed not to stare. I'm the person who runs into a wolf and tries to pet it… so this is right up my alley.


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3 years ago

A - Z Megatron X Reader

Rating: Teen

Warnings: mentions of injury/insinuated death

Megatron/Reader (You) in which you are an unlucky subordinate

D is for Deception

Your intakes fill with smoke as you struggle through the smoldering wreckage, vents sputtering and failing. Declining vitals flash across your HUD, and you grimace as you are faced with the severity of your condition.

Pressurization dropping - energon levels: 76%… 74%...70%

Ventilation systems: offline

Functionality: 53%

Assessment: severe damage to upper right quadrant

-plating separation

-fuel lines ruptured

-bearing dislocation

Stasis induction was imminent if you didn’t find help soon, and considering the state of your surroundings, you had doubts that anyone in the immediate vicinity was in any condition to be treating others.

A figure appeared through the curtains of black smoke that surrounded you, and hope fluttered in your spark as the outline became a familiar silhouette. Waving, you called out. “Over here!”

The Decepticon figurehead stepped through the flames that continued to lick at the rubble, followed shortly thereafter by a handful of his other subordinates. They stopped shy of you, and his red optics fell upon your prone frame in a leisurely, sweeping glance.

Something… didn’t feel right. Why weren’t they helping you? “Please, my Lord… I need aid.”

The words draw his attention back to your face, and he smiles. It’s an odd mixture of pity and something sinister, and it makes your spark waver a little.

“My apologies. It was not my intent to cause you undue suffering. I’d assumed the initial blast would offline you instantly.”

Your optics narrow into pinpricks as the implications of his words sink in.

“I must say, I’m impressed by your fortitude.”

Shaking your helm slowly as you attempt to process what is happening, you stammer, “Wh… why? I don’t understand… I gave so much for you… for the cause!”

The imposing mech rolled a spiked pauldron, shifting his immense weight as he stepped ever closer. “Simply put, your usefulness to me has run out, and you have become a liability. I cannot afford liabilities.”

Your vitals continue to flash, your state growing ever more dire as you attempt to push yourself away from him, but with only one functioning servo, it’s nearly impossible. The dead weight of your useless arm makes the struggle all the more difficult, and when you look up and see him standing directly over you… you know there’s no escaping.

“You lied to me.”

He grins, and the cannon on his arm hums to life as he takes aim. The heat of it sears your face, but you dare not look away as he positions himself over your mangled frame.

“Nothing personal… I hope you understand.”

There is something terribly wrong with me for enjoying this lunatic so much…


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3 years ago

Stunning work <3

gutter-bot - a little bit warped

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3 years ago

Pfft. She would absolutely say this...

Older Pinup Of Mine I Touched Up, Re-did Jack And Miko Too

Older pinup of mine I touched up, re-did Jack and Miko too


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3 years ago

Adorable.

Don’t Disturb Them
Don’t Disturb Them
Don’t Disturb Them
Don’t Disturb Them
Don’t Disturb Them

don’t disturb them


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3 years ago

They call me heathen... but I have a god.

They Call Me Heathen... But I Have A God.

His name is Megatron.


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3 years ago

A - Z Megatron X Reader

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Mentions of death, alien blood

Megatron/Reader(You) as an onlooker in the crowd at the Pits of Kaon

C is for Champion

Your optics watch as he pushes himself up to his full, glorious height, the body of his most recent opponent lifeless at his pedes. His wounds seep a steady stream of energon, but he doesn’t let it deter him. The frenzied din of the crowd slowly dies down, until everyone is on the edge of their seat, waiting for him to speak.

His voice breaks the silence like the coming of a storm.

“Brothers… sisters… for too long we’ve suffered, neglected in this festering waste of a city, cast aside by those who call themselves our betters. For too long they’ve reaped the benefits of our labor while we rust and perish! But no more...”

Your spark pulses a little harder at the promise in those words… a promise for something better. A change that was long overdue.

The gladiator gazed upon his audience, lifting his servos as he went on, “Soon there will come a time when the High Council will be made to face justice for the crimes they have committed. When that time comes… you will all need to make a choice. Will you stand with us, when we rise to fight for our freedoms?”

The collective voice of the crowd cried out in affirmation.

“Will you stand with us, when we take our plight to their doorstep?”

Again the crowd responded with a rallying cry, growing louder and more sure.

The silver behemoth curled his digits into fists. “Will you stand with us, when we shatter this system of oppression?!”

By this point everyone was on their pedes, and again the arena erupted into cheers. You were no exception, your gaze never wavering from the proud figure that stood at the center of it all. His words never failed to inspire, and as the thundering chant of his name grew and grew to the point where you were sure that it echoed through every crevice and corner of Kaon, you let yourself hope that he was the champion you all needed.

I can genuinely empathize with Megatron during this portion of his life. As someone who is an avid supporter of human rights movements, I imagine I would have been right there in the crowd, chanting along with everyone else.


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3 years ago
Nightmare Of Kaon

Nightmare of Kaon


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3 years ago

A - Z Megatron X Reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: violence and death, innuendo, destruction

Megatron/Reader(You) as a neutral during the war 

B is for Begging

You pushed with every ounce of strength left in you at the massive slab of debris that pinned you in place, cringing when it shifted minimally, revealing how severe the damage to your leg was. Plating was cracked and curled, pulled away from the mesh and cables beneath, all of which looked severed and mangled. It was hard to tell if it was salvageable with energon pooling so quickly in the wound,  making it impossible to properly assess. Your helm was spinning, vision flickering as you came dangerously close to passing out. You shook yourself and continued to push, knowing that going into stasis now would result in you draining out.

Primus it hurt, so fragging much!

Nowhere was safe anymore, war creeping across the planet faster than a rust plague. All around you came the sounds of others as they stumbled through the wreckage, along with the ever present siren that blared in the distance. Your called out for help as you continued to attempt freeing the trapped appendage.

Suddenly there was a sharp cry, followed by the panicked scrambling and screams of many other bots. From your place on the ground, you pushed yourself up minimally, peering over the mound of rubble to see what was happening. Your spark nearly stopped as you saw the soldiers, noted the insignia that decorated their frames.

Decepticons.

Snapping your mouth shut, you threw yourself back down, trying to control your shaking as you were forced to listen to them mercilessly gun down civilians. Soon enough there were no more voices, only the shuffle of pedesteps and the shifting of debris as they searched for other survivors. Several kilks passed in aching slowness, and for a brief, glimmering moment you hoped they would miss you, until a soft, whispering hum drew nearer. You gaped in horror as a small airborne figure flew overhead, stopping as it noticed you. The creature let out a low whir, and soon after a dark, angular mech appeared from the same direction, pausing to look down at you. You shivered, noting the way he moved nearly soundlessly, and the visor that concealed his face. The little deployer hovered closer before returning to its larger host, fixing itself neatly against his chest plating.

He turned away from you, making no move to attack. You hadn’t the time to feel relieved as the sound of another approaching made you instantly queasy, your tank churning at their heavy steps rocked the very ground beneath you. When his hellish red optics met yours... you knew in an instant who you were looking at. You’d seen his likeness portrayed everywhere since before the war had even started, but there was nothing that could’ve prepared you for this. Seeing him in person, here, in front of you, sent fear like you’d never known into every inch of your frame.

He assessed you for a moment, scanning you for what you could only assume was an insignia of your own. When he found none he scowled. It was no secret he despised neutrals, some might argue even more than he despised Autobots. He found their unwillingness to participate in the war cowardly. When he reached down you thought for certain you were done for, but then he grabbed hold of the debris holding you in place and lifted it with ease. While the fact you were no longer being crushed was a positive development, the instant the pressure on your leg disappeared the circulation of energon began anew, spurting from your wound and bringing with it a whole new wave of pain.

You hissed, reaching up to clutch at your leg and fumbling to stifle the flow. His massive servo slipped around your neck a moment later, hoisting you off the ground. You released the injury to pry futilely at his digits as they began to tighten, optics going wide as you realized his intent. Your frame dangled from his grasp, one functioning leg kicking in a pitiful fashion as he began to crush you.

“P-Please!!” you whimpered.

He laughed deeply. “There is no room for indecision in a war.”

Your struggles did not seem to hinder him in the slightest, the enormous mech watching your plight with twisted satisfaction. Again you pleaded, “No! I don’t w-want to offline. Please! Please stop!”

His grip tightened ever so slightly, and you cried out as you felt the sharp edges of his claws slice the cabling of your neck.

“Are you prepared to become of use to me?”

The only thing you could think of in that moment was survival, and you gave a weak nod. His grin was sinister, as he turned and deposited you in the servos of two soldiers. Megatron nodded to the slightly smaller mech at his side, whose visor flashed a series of coordinates before a groundbridge opened up just a ways ahead.

“Ensure this one is taken to our medic immediately. They are in need of repair.”

As you’re hauled away, he speaks to you once more, his words ominously low. “Let’s see how sweetly you can beg when you’re functioning at full capacity.”

A part of you wishes you’d just let him off you.


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3 years ago

A - Z Megatron x Reader Series

Part one of my A-Z reader/Megatron drabble challenge. There’s a little something in here for all tastes, though many of these are going to be graphic in one way or another. Ratings will be posted for each installation, as will warnings, so please read them to avoid anything you might not want to see.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: sexual situations

Megatron/Reader(You) in the role of his subordinate: mild bondage, sticky interfacing, Megatron being an a**hole, kinda/sorta manipulation and dubious consent.

A is for Arch

“Higher.”

“My lord, I-I can’t.”

“I don’t want your excuses. I said… higher.”

Bent over the railing, servos secured behind your back, you could hardly move. Still, disobeying an order was not something that would go unpunished, so you pressed your weight into the bar and pushed  up onto the very tips of your pedes, backstrut curving up to an almost impossible angle.

“Better.”

The pleased timbre of his voice sent shivers along your circuits, so you held the position, jaw clenching as you fought to maintain it. Steady digits traced up the back of your tibulen with agonizing slowness, drawing nearer and nearer to your interface panel. A frustrated hiss slipped from your vocal processor as he bypassed the region, large servos cupping your hip plating.

“Open.”

Eager paneling parted without hesitation. The lubricant that had been gathering there for some time slips out, streaming down the inside of your right tasset. You hear him kneel behind you, tense as his glossa traces the wet trail upward to the joint of your leg and chassis, where the deadly points of his denta nip none-too-gently at the cabling there. A slight chirp escapes you, and he chuckles menacingly as he pulls himself to his full, towering height once more. You hear the metallic slide of his spike casing retract, feel the blunt tip of him as he presses into your valve. Helm tilting, you look up at him as he leans over you, placing his servos on the wall above as he angles his hips forward, spearing you onto the length of his spike. Pressed tightly against the railing, you cannot withdraw, and are forced to seat him fully in one hard stroke. A startled cry is lodged in your voice box, optics widening in shock at the mixture of pleasure and pain. You think to yourself that – while you’d hated his teasing at the time – you were certainly glad for it now. Being any less lubricated would have no doubt resulted in the severe tearing of your lining, and given the intense look he wore you doubted your lord would have bothered to stop even if that had been the case.

Megatron gives you only a second to adjust before withdrawing and surging forward again, his powerful thrust coupled with his superior size lifting you straight off the ground, your aft cradled perfectly in the curve of his pelvic plating. This time a shout manages to escape, along with a string of unintelligible gibberish as your master quite literally rails the sense out of you.

Given that you’re servos are bound and your pedes are no longer on the floor, you can do little else but feel as the war machine behind you brings you to heights of sensation you’ve never experienced and then proceeds to smash right through the ceiling and keep on going. You don’t know how many times you overload before he finally tenses against you, spike pulsing as he reaches his own peak.

There is a moment of silence before he steps away, and you slide rather gracelessly off the railing and onto the ground, his transfluid and your lubricant puddling beneath your shaking frame. Horrified, you scramble to rise, trying your best not to slip in it. When you finally do manage to stand, Megatron steps behind you and pinches the bonds holding your servos, disabling them and storing the device away in his subspace before he shoots you a stern look and orders, “Clean this up and return to your duties.”

Flustered and disoriented, you stammer, “Y-yes, my liege!” You couldn’t even find the decency to care about how terribly he treated his subordinates as you knelt to do just that, your processor helpfully reminding you that no one… and I mean no one, fragged like Megatron.


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3 years ago

Spookwave... so scary

Soundwave Is Ready For Halloween

soundwave is Ready For Halloween


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3 years ago

Flowers from Soundwave <3

gutter-bot - a little bit warped

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3 years ago

Amazing. Just sensational. 

Welcome To My Rare Pair Hell

welcome to my rare pair hell


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3 years ago

These two are the sweetest

I Still Can’t Believe That These Two Dorks Imported From Transformers Prime Are The 2nd Pair Of Canon
I Still Can’t Believe That These Two Dorks Imported From Transformers Prime Are The 2nd Pair Of Canon
I Still Can’t Believe That These Two Dorks Imported From Transformers Prime Are The 2nd Pair Of Canon

I still can’t believe that these two dorks imported from Transformers Prime are the 2nd pair of canon robots husbands in the IDW comics. They aren’t just window dressing either! There’s a story behind the vain, high speed racer that married a guy who is considered inferior by his whole culture. I want to see it play out so badly!

Knockout and Breakdown are precious and deserve all the love. 


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3 years ago

I died. Why is this so funny? 😂

Smokescreen: Ow! My armkle!

Megatron: Your what

Ultra Magnus: His wrist.


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3 years ago

Such a talented artist!! Go check them out!

🚗❤️❤️❤️

🚗❤️❤️❤️


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3 years ago

They totally do...

Him And Scream Gossiping About Megsie

him and scream gossiping about megsie


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3 years ago

Sweet jayzus my sides hurt from laughing

Starscream Redemtion Arc But Instead Of Handcuffs, He Has To Wear Pool Noodles Over His Claws During

Starscream redemtion arc but instead of handcuffs, he has to wear pool noodles over his claws during his first days with the Autobots.

i got this idea when i saw pictures of naughty goats wearing pool noodles over their horns…

Starscream Redemtion Arc But Instead Of Handcuffs, He Has To Wear Pool Noodles Over His Claws During

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3 years ago

Ride the wave... >w< 

Waves

waves


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5 years ago
ラチェットと鳥

ラチェットと鳥


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5 years ago
🖤💜🖤💜

🖤💜🖤💜


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7 years ago

This is so boss

Could you maybe draw human predaking please?

Could You Maybe Draw Human Predaking Please?

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7 years ago

So... I feel like...

Arcee and Smokescreen would have such a comical relationship. He's this new, fresh-faced soldier just getting involved in a war that she's been waging for forever... and I can see her getting sick of his shit a lot. The tension between them gets portrayed a bit in the show, and for some reason I got this image stuck in my head and had to doodle it. They're coming back from a mission that Smokescreen almost fucked up because he didn't stick to the plan, tried to go all 'hero mode' and nearly got his aft blown off, and Arcee gives him the Patrick Stewart...

So... I Feel Like...

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