The Smiles They All Have On Their Faces Too. Absolutely Perfect.

Made some classic design Tom drawings, hopefully this makes up for my lack of writing lmao, I’m having writers block and dyingggggggg! Also hope you guys enjoyed Halloween if you celebrated it, let’s try not to suffer too much with the incoming Christmas shit.

Heyyyyyyyy so a bit of a long fic for you guys! I’m gonna start working on some other wips and the next chapter for Rød Hær so hopefully this can keep you occupied while I work on these!

Also a little bonus piece:

[Click here to read the first part to this idea]

When Megatron enters Starscream's cell, he only briefly gets the other's attention before a bitter laugh escapes the jet. "Well if this isn't a familiar scenario..." Megatron doesn't find the humor in it. "You've holed yourself away again, Starscream." Starscream could only weakly scoff in turn, his once pristine frame creaked with rust as he moved. "And I suppose you're here to beat me within an inch of my life again... to tell me what a miserable failure I am as a leader. So cut whatever righteous speech you have planned and let's just get it over with." Megatron was taken aback, so Starscream still expected to be beaten. He didn't think the former Decepticon leader was capable of being good, of being redeemed. Something about this fact made Megatron's tanks churn as he continued to talk, his voice soft and gentle as he spoke to Starscream. "Do you really believe I am still the same person I was before?" There was just something about this scenario that made Megatron crave Starscream acknowledging his change. Megatron couldn't quite pin down why it felt so important to him that Starscream would see he was no longer the tyrant of their past. He wanted Starscream to look upon him and see that change. But Starscream never looked over at him like that, and instead he let out a mocking laugh. It didn't sound like most of Starscream's usual laughs though, this one sounded strained as he shook his head and covered his face as he finally turned to face the man behind all of his abuse and pain. His lips were twisted into a mix between a snarl and a grin, his sharp denta glinted slightly in the low-light of the brig's holding cell. "Oh save it Lord Megatron. I know that deep down, you don't believe you're worthy enough for that badge on your chest. Bots like us don't change... anyone that says so is fooling themself." A sharp digit pointing towards the red Autobot badge on Megatron's chest. He was angry to relent that Starscream was right, despite everything he'd done aboard the Lost Light, Megatron still didn't believe himself worthy of wearing the badge. He felt old rage begin to bubble back up to the surface, Starscream had that influence on people. He always seemed capable of reading a bot and being able to pick at a scab that never seemed to heal right. No matter how much time had passed, Starscream always seemed to know what ate away at Megatron's spark. He never seemed to shut up once he found it either. But he wouldn't let Starscream get under his plating, not this time. Not even when every fibre of Megatron's being wanted to punch the other in the mouth. He was better than that now, he would prove that to Starscream once and for all. And ever observant, Starscream pointed out the larger bot's tension and gestured to Megatron's entire being. "You forget, we fought together for millions of years. Even now I can tell the minute details of your body language, I can see you wish to punch me. To beat me and have me screaming for mercy, well no more. I'm tired, so either get your catharsis in, or let the rust eat away at me. I. Don't. Care." Megatron continued to tell himself, that Starscream couldn't get under his plating anymore. He wasn't the same bot that Starscream knew from before. He was better now.

"Even that lousy Bee knew I was a lost cause... not even he was as delusional." Everything seemed to stop for Megatron there, it was one thing for Starscream to badmouth him; it wasn't anything that the ex-warlord hadn't heard before. But now Starscream was mocking the memory of the kind autobot that Megatron was proud to call his friend, the bot primarily responsible for Megatron seeing the faults in his actions! That was taking it too far. [Tumblr is not happy about the size of this idea, lemme split it up again.] [Part 3]

Nahhh, OP this is foul!! How'd you know exactly what's goin on in my head?!

Me trying to remember the plot for the TF fanfic I was writing after I haven’t touched it for 7 months:

A little Tom Headcannon I keep in my head permanently 

So... for Eddsworld, nothing makes me happier than headcannoning Tom having a fascination for all things water based.

Fishing, swimming, waterskiing, ice skating. As long as it's at a body of water (iced over or otherwise) Tom is obsessed with it and scarily good at it.

He's obsessed with water because (again, headcannon) his father worked on boats as a fisherman. Tom looked up to his dad a lot and wanted to be just like him when he grew up, so after his father died, being near water felt like he was close to his dad in spirit. It's why he's so good with the harpoon gun as well, his dad had often talked and showed little Tom the ins and outs of how the machinery worked.

He's great at fixing up stuff like that, the only reason that any of his friends learned his proficiency in fixing aquatic equipment was during one of their adventures when they were stranded on a boat. While the three argued, Tom had been quietly fixing the engine up and getting the boat patched up to take them to shore.

Tord had an inkling about Tom's navel experience when he'd seen Tom tying something down using sailor knots, but he never asked about it.

Anyways! That's my headcannon, good night!

“how is your childhood ?”

“i can’t remember”

STARS✨

last chance to evacuate

as you may know, israel has begun its ground operation in rafah. they dropped leaflets last night ordering people to evacuate, and bombing in east rafah has already begun.

The border is about to become unreachable.

Rafah is trapped.

We have literal hours until no-one, all the GoFundMe's you've scrolled past, all the people desperately begging on TikTok, will be able to escape.

Give now. Give whatever you can.

I am fundraising for the Odeh family, which is only 3k away from meeting its goal.

you will not get another chance.

GIVE HERE

So while I've been writing my Eddsworld band au, I saw some old SU clips and pumped out this one-shot. I promise I'm almost done with the first chapter of that band au.

Y'know, looking back on this drawing I did... I could have done pink energon and it wouldn't have looked as strange I think... Ugh, now I wanna redraw it.

To be a King means to drown in the blood of your people.

To be a Soldier means to drown in the blood of your comrades.

And to be a Poet means to drown in your own blood.

I have done all three, my hands have never once been clean.

A little piece I made because I couldn’t get the imagery of Starscream standing in a pool of energon out of my head haha. I feel as though I could have done better tho so maybe I’ll redraw it again sometime in the future haha!