Just obsessing and trying to not to panic at posting any of my work. New all-consuming fandom interests featured every month or two probably. Thanks for stopping by! CURRENT OBSESSION: Transformers
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HOWDY'S HOLIDAY HULLABALOO!
HOLD UP THIS IS SO REAL
Ok, but I can't be the only one, right..?
kid: dad whats a 69
dad: well son, a 69 is when two people who love each other very much get together with a 6 and a 9 and a 5 6 7 8 [spotlight turns on] [dad breaks into jazz number]
bee what the fuck, hes gonna die whyd u do that
my good friend @wendy-comet commissioned me to draw a very special gift for a very special someone <3
text in the last image is based on this
ALERT! Transformers ideas incoming
I have so many story ideas you have no idea, I am losing my mind
I have no idea when I’m actually gonna write them (hopefully soon, but we’ll see), so you are getting the gist soon
felt like redrawing this panel bc these two live rent-free in my mind oughhhh
Context:
“Just… go in there and talk to him. Say something.” That was the only instruction Skyfire had received before being all but thrown into a room with an “agitated” Starscream. For a day now, he’d been in Autobot custody. Skyfire would have liked to see him sooner, but for most of that day, he’d been either unconscious, in Ratchet’s care, or both. The state Jazz and Mirage had found him in… According to Ratchet, the handprints around his throat had been of the right size to belong to Megatron. Skyfire tried to swallow his anger. His guilt was harder to handle.
(text by @postapocalyptic-cryptic)
felt like redrawing this panel bc these two live rent-free in my mind oughhhh
when ur mean old boss is just a hater cuz he has no game
No but they were so ready to leave him there until they needed him for transport
Skyfire: *gets buried in ice for a second time*
The autobots, fully capable of helping him:
I was looking at your vids and saw that one with Skyfire in- Is there a full ref for that design that you’ve drawn? It’s very good!
!!! A i dont have a full ref but i do have another doodle!
thank you so much !!
On the morning of November 26th, while walking the dog, I was struck by a vision of this project, and so, fueled by nothing but Skystar hyperfixation, me and @yasbeych have made a thing!! They made and sung the song, and I wrote the lyrics and drew/edited the video.
Once again, thank you so much for doing this with me, Rito! Your song is perfect! And your feedback fueled me to keep going!
I still can't believe we made this in less than 4 days.
Lyrics under the cut.
“He had it coming”
“Good riddance”
It’s all everyone seems to say about me after I’ve died
But standing in the corner, your tall figure
Is the only one who cared about me enough to cry
If it serves as any consolation
I liked you the best too
Even if we didn’t talk much after that
Only exchanging gazes from afar
I always cherished the memories we shared before we fell apart
I’m guessing you did too
I saw the face you made when they told you I had died
Always known as a coward
An intrinsic part of my nature they’d say
I guess I do regret one thing from it,
If it wasn’t already obvious
I should have told you about my feelings while I was alive
It’s almost funny, isn’t it?
I circled half the globe searching for you
And I was never truly over your loss
Once I had to give up
Now that the roles are reversed,
Will it be the same for you too?
My voice is calm for once
Even if you can’t hear me,
I wish you the best
I can’t come up with something more clever right now
Don’t miss me too much
Though it’s nice to know that someone does.
personally i think they should take away my computer privileges
Soundwave speaks in the 3rd person and no one blinks. He’s intelligent, respected even
But when Me, Grimlock-
Here it is, the enemies to lovers fic these absolute disasters require!
Fr, @tikiirishy and @determunition’s doodles kinda sold me on these guys
What if Possessed!Emmet was forced to drink vinegar to keep up his image as his bro but unlike the real Emmet Ingo knows, the possessor isn’t used to the condiment-
Also poor Elesa having to deal with their gross tastes in drinks
Keep reading
Rest in my arms.
Posting this from tumblr mobile idk how well thisll post. Anyways friend Castor sent me a meme and i redrew it with these two
the children’s favorite
Cain instinct and all that
NSR / Submas au by @staryarn !!!
The art before Emmet is impressive. Painted on clay slabs that stretch from the museum’s floor to ceiling. The colors have faded with age, but are still brilliant - electric blue highlights running across figures in white and black. Twins, he supposed, like the legendary dragons that curled fiercely around them.
If he were not Emmet, he is sure he would stop and stare a while. It was very striking, he had to admit. But he is Emmet, so instead he does not bother to read the museum label and wanders away.
He is verrrry bored. But Ingo is not, and the air conditioning feels wonderful, so he will not complain.
A broken charm sits behind glass, shining with purple gemstones. Emmet doesn’t know what it is supposed to resemble. Maybe it wasn’t meant to resemble anything. Maybe this kingdom had lots of silly ideas, beginning with building their capital in the heart of a desert. That should have been thought through.
This was their first day off in years and they wasted most of it trekking through dunes! In the heat! It was very very hot! Of all the places Ingo could have wanted to go, of course he chose the hardest station to arrive at. It had given Archeops the extra taste of battle he had been wanting though, and Emmet too.
No, he supposed it wasn’t all bad after all. He got to enjoy the journey, now it was time for the destination.
“EMMET!”
Immediately, said subway boss perks up and turns towards his brother’s booming voice. He enjoys the way his walk parts the crowd as he arrives at Ingo’s station. Emmet leans just far enough into his personal space to be noticeable. Ingo only glares. With such a subtle reaction, he must be distracted.
There is a portrait in front of them. There is a sizable group of people in blacks and whites. A few are speckled with red. Those details quickly fade into the background as his eyes catch on one in particular.
This one’s pale skin is sunburnt. His smile is half hidden by the collar of his coat. Even then, Emmet can see that it’s strained. His coat is striped, red and white. His sideburns are just like theirs. His everything is very much like them. Very, very, very much like them.
They observe in silence as the minutes pass. “Well,” Ingo eventually starts, “I suppose Elesa is right to call our coats old-fashioned.”
A chuckle escapes Emmet before he can stop it. Ingo’s eyes crinkle in that smiling way of his and whatever moment stretched on between them and the painting is broken.
“Nonsense, now we can say they’re traditional! She can’t argue against a track that stands the test of time!” Ingo gives him a look. “Alright, maybe she can.”
They chuckle, chatter on, and continue to their next station. Before they depart, Emmet pauses. He steals a glance at the portrait’s label.
Relic Castle, year unknown. Several religious acolytes are pictured alongside regents Rigus and Laurel during preparations for annual Volcarona-honoring festivities. The reason for a notoriously closed society to allow an apparent outsider to participate in religious preparations remains unknown.
By the time the subway masters leave the museum, the portrait is long forgotten.
me: ignores all my other wips in favor of whatever this is
youtube version here