*probable* Tfp Quotes

I love this so much. This actually reminds me a lot of my cat, she is grey and is also Satan. I love my pointy angry baby!!

uehghg urhgh oh my god i love her

Let’s start posting some of my G1 works, starting with Powermaster Optimus Prime, not quite Super Ginrai :)

Tried something different! Wanna expand my range ☺️🔥

Go piss girl

I dont know what yall are trying to do to my pansexual robot-luvin self, but it's criminal! Don't stop!!

I remember watching Robots in Disguise ten years ago and being absolutely mesmerised by Strongarm. She's just...perfect.

This is so good!!!

A wonderful commission I got from @giulialibard on Instagram. I missed my Loftwing Screamer!! 🩶🤍🩵❤️

His mouth tightened into a firm line, optics narrowing in displeasure. Leader... hmph If there was one thing Wheeljack hated, it was any attempt to 'reign him in'.

And if there was a second, it was that the blasted feline was right. He could already hear Optimus' stern voice reminding him of the Autobot moral code.

'His code,' the Wrecker grumbled to himself. Autobot he may have been, but that did not mean all of his opinions aligned with theirs. He was a shoot first ask questions later kinda bot. This... diplomatic scrap was for chumps like Magnus.

The broad mech warred with himself over the most effective course of action. While shooting this fragger square in the face would be satisfying, it would yield no useful results. He wanted whatever information this Con could give him, which would be exactly none if he scrapped them.

So... they needed to be brought in - online - for further questioning. Alright then... he could make that work. What was the human phrase... more than one way to skin a cat? A fitting idiom.

"Innocent?" he scoffed, stowing his cannon. "Then you won't mind comin' with me for a quick little trip?"

He lunged, intent on scruffing the unruly beast.

@gutter-bot liked for a starter.

Since returning to his host's side, Ravage rarely left the Nemesis. Soundwave was protective- rightfully so-, and Ravage's frame just wasn't what it used to be. After his near death experience that lead to the separation from his host on Cybertron, he never quite regained his full strength.

However, that didn't mean he was useless. On the contrary, in fact. Ravage could still perform his strong suit exceptionally well; that being his work as a spy. It helped that the Autobots were unaware of his existence.

He had been slinking back from a successful intel gathering mission when things went wrong. Wheeljack, as he was last informed by Laserbeak, was not supposed to be in the area. Apparently, things had changed. He froze at the glowing blaster aimed at his helm, a low growl ripping itself from his throat. "Back off," he snarled, red optics narrowing beneath the Soundwave-esc visor that covered most of his helm.

I feel like this art brings a whole new meaning to the words 'drill me, doctor'.

I reaaaaaally lost my momentum with this one (stopped working on it for a month) so it doesn’t look as good as I’d like…! sorry for the usual off-model ;_; better luck next time I guess!

Also hmmmm I have been finding Transformers kinda weird to follow… I want to check other series and the comics, but I have no idea where to start (or if they are worth it) (((and there are like a million :v )))

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.