Did Something A Little Experimental With A New Art Medium. I’ve Never Used Acrylic Markers Before So

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Again and again, you gave me a chance to believe

Haha look at them!! I love this little fella!

Pacer!

Colored version of the OC I commissioned @mostly-him

Absolutely love them, had so much fun doing the colors.

[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]

GhostSoap in which Soap is home for the Highland Games

GhostSoap in which Soap wears his kilt for the first time in ages and decides to send a pic to Ghost (Who he may or may not be in the flirting stage of his relationship with the guy.)

Ghost, who stares at the picture with a red face and thankful his mask covers his face so no one can see him blushing at his sergeant wearing a goddamn kilt.

Ghost, who panics when Soap asks how he looks so he just says ‘I’ve seen better’ before completely shutting his phone off before he has the chance to register how dickish he came off.

Soap, who sees his questions being put on read and getting sent into a frustrated mood because apparently Ghost has seen other Scott’s in kilts and that makes him jealous.

Soap, who’s entire mood is shot throughout the whole Highland Games and he doesn’t even partake in that usual playful banter between contestants, he just throws his frustration into every game he does and ends up winning all of them.

Soap, who returns back to base with his winnings but still feels upset, he just ends up fully ignoring Ghost when he comes back. He doesn’t engage in banter, he leaves areas if Ghost enters them.. he just stonewalls the man.

Ghost, who’s now realized his fuckup and now has to essentially chase Soap around to try and make it up to the Scot. Eventually having to get help from Gaz or Price because Soap is a lot harder to catch than he realized.

Eventually the two get sat into a room together and everything blows up to the point where they go from yelling at each other to aggressive make out session before they calm down and look into each other’s eyes.

“So I looked pretty good in the kilt aye LT?”

“Jesus Christ Johnny, you’re never allowed to wear that for anyone but me. Got it?”

“Aye Simon.”

kilted

soap: SIMON WHAT DO YOU MEAN?? ghost: ʀᴇᴀᴅ 01:41

Hellooooo! So I made Saloonatics art that is loosely based off an AO3 fic I made! If you like the art, please consider reading my fic too! I’ll add in the link here for convenience!

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.

I wanted to try, and make a human version of Starscream a while ago. It was a very funny process

AHHHHHHHHHHH I REMEMBER THIS! GOD I LOVED THIS IDEA!

An anon once asked me “what would’ve happened if Knockout had died instead of Breakdown?” This is my answer.

(also, in case it’s hard to see, these are supposed to be Vehicons holding Breakdown back, I messed that one up badly, sorry)