Rumble Is Enjoying The Snow Day. (Soundwave Not So Much)

Art trade with a moot on twt (HotrodFebreezeB)

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I’ve been doing a lot of art study atm to try and make my work more epic! Especially colours!

quick redraw, og under the cut

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Screamer didn’t say anything about Bees raunchy wing flutters because he was too busy staring stupidly at them like a slackjawed idiot to process that other people existed around them (you know he throws a possessive hissy fit if he sees any other wingmech looking at Bees wings. Fluffs himself up and postures about so that everyone knows those wings are property of Starscream, Lord Of The Skies. And also bee I guess. By association lol. )

exactly yes he is so so petty such a child about this he LOVES it

hello beloveds ☺️

Mute B-127 AU: The Aftermath part 4 (TW: Gore)

What is Bee doing here? Why does his face look like that? All will be explained in the next update, so stay tuned! :> And if you still have any questions, check out the notes under the cut!

Part 9 of the "Mute B-127 AU" comic series! I wasn't sure if a trigger warning was needed, but I figured better safe than sorry.

And finally, the update is done! It always takes me longer than I assume, thank you so much for your patience <3 The next one is going to have to be in some while, I have a friend visiting so I won't be drawing for a few days. Expect it somewhen at the end of the month.

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Notes:

So, I am not sure if it's possible for a Transformer to NOT know chirolinguistics, but in this AU it's a skill you can learn. And Elita never bothered to do it. Ratchet would know it, to communicate with patients, and I think Orion and D-16 would just learn it for fun, to talk to each other :3

I struggled a lot with the wound on Bee's face. Firstly, I needed to make it look treated, and on the Transformers case I figured it would be something like welding together pieces of metal. Secondly, I used a human skull reference - and obviously that may not be accurate for Transformers. This is just the best I could do!

And about Elita's reaction - she was already shocked about Bee's voice, seeing him now, like this, also added to confusion, and guilt, and it was all too much for her. She run, to probably destroy something. Because... how can she face Bee? Why would he even want to see her? She doesn't consider herself his friend, not after what happened- and how she couldn't prevent it.

Transformers: Drift - Empire of Stone by Shane McCarthy, Guido Guidi, Marcelo Ferreira, Stephen Baskerville, and John-Paul Bove

Skywarp is my spirit animal..

Booping (2/2)

ignore how he doesnt have hands in the end

ulchtar

Prompt : Starscream tries to make a poison to finally kill Megatron, but makes a love potion instead.

"No self preservation"

Starscream hunched over his makeshift lab, cackling as he mixed a bubbling, ominously glowing concoction. This was it. His greatest poison yet. No more miscalculations. No more half-failures. No more Megatron surviving out of sheer spite.

"At last," Starscream whispered, watching the mixture swirl into a deep, menacing shade of—

Pink.

"...What?"

The chemical let out a tiny, cheerful poof of pink smoke, smelling vaguely like candies.

Starscream's processor went completely blank.

He grabbed a scanner, quickly running a composition check. The results appeared on the screen:

TOXICITY: 0%

EFFECT: Romantic attachment, intense infatuation, emotional vulnerability.

Starscream’s wings flared in horror. "A love potion?!" He screeched so loudly that three Vehicons outside the lab spontaneously quit their jobs.

"No, no, no! I was trying to make death, not date night!" He flailed, pacing back and forth. He had to get rid of this before something stupid happened.

But just as he turned to dispose of it, the door slammed open.

Megatron stomped in, looking exactly as furious as usual.

Starscream yelped and hid the flask behind his back. "M-Mighty Megatron! What brings you here to my totally innocent and not at all treacherous laboratory?"

Megatron squinted at him. He immediately spotted the very suspiciously colored liquid.

Megatron sneered. "Another poison, Starscream?"

Starscream's entire frame went stiff. "WHAT? NO! Of course not! Why would you—"

Without warning, Megatron snatched the flask from Starscream’s servos.

"Megatron, DON’T—"

Megatron, dead inside, and with no self-preservation lifted the bottle and chugged it like a shot of cheap high-grade.

Starscream shrieked. "MEGATRON, YOU ABSOLUTE IMBECILE!"

Megatron wiped his mouth, unimpressed. "Please, Starscream. You’ve poisoned me so many times I don’t even pretend to care anymore."

Starscream grabbed his own head. "YES, BUT—"

Megatron crossed his arms. "What? What’s the problem this time? You wanted to administer it yourself in some diabolical plan of overthrowing me? I spared you time and effort. You should thank me."

Starscream took a deep breath, staring him directly in the optics. "That wasn’t poison."

Megatron raised a brow. "Then what was it?"

Starscream winced. "A love potion."

Silence.

Then Megatron scoffed. "There’s no such thing as a love potion. Love isn’t a chemical reaction you can bottle up, Starscream, that’s ridiculous."

Starscream threw his arms in the air. "TELL THAT TO THE MAGIC PINK JUICE YOU JUST WATERFALLED INTO YOUR FACE."

Megatron rolled his optics. "I am leaving. Try harder next time, Starscream."

—

Few hours later.

Megatron’s systems groggily rebooted.

Something felt… wrong. For one thing, he was comfortable, way to comfortable. Which was a bad sign.

His arms were wrapped around something warm. Something with wings.

He became aware of soft, rhythmic venting. A quiet, peaceful hum.

Something was pressed against him.

Something was snuggling.

Megatron’s optics slowly flickered online.

He was in his quarters. On his berth. Holding Starscream in a tight embrace.

—And that’s when Megatron, warlord of the Decepticons, commander of a mighty army, shrieks like a malfunctioning alarm system.