Post War - Blog Posts

*intense hyperventilating*

I love him so much I cried making this.

He's so baby

It makes me so proud he actually works on his arm after the war, but I have a feeling he wouldn't be able to use a pencil properly for a while and might have to have someone else help him.

Izuku would totally help.

He makes me feral omg.

*cough* Anyways—

Criticism, comments, and reposts welcome!

Sending love ✨

Currently obsessed with katsuki and izuku holding hands post-war, whether you read it as platonic, romantic, or somewhere in between.

For Katsuki, it’s an opportunity to re-live that moment in the river and make a different choice. He can reaffirm that he’s turning over a new leaf and that Deku is there, alive and strong and still reaching out after all these years. It probably helps solidify for him that Deku does forgive him, especially on days where Katsuki still struggles to forgive himself.

And for izuku, you could argue that a large part of his life has been an exercise in reaching out and being rejected, over and over again. But with Kacchan, he gets a physical reminder that someone’s reaching back for him (someone who’s strong enough to keep him grounded and who he’s never, not once, stopped reaching out for). It’s a reaffirmation of their friendship and growing bond and proof that Katsuki didn’t die out on the battlefield. That he’s right there. That they’re equals. Partners, even.

And when they’re both each others biggest weakness and strongest ally, I’m sure the comfort of just being together would go a long way, too. For once in their lives they could be silly teenagers holding hands while playing a video game or watching a movie or doing homework or taking a walk or-

Just- handholding as a gesture of devotion and safety and new beginnings

pov: ur getting haunted by ur psycho ex boyfriend that u still have unresolved feelings for 🖐😔

Soo... I made a little something based on my TFP AU in the Post-war Phase.

Basically everything is being rebuilt And bla bla but the cities have their own leaders And dont really Stand to each other until After a Attack against Cybertron (i aint quite sure who did it tho) And so on.

Sometimes my brain makes up random scenes in AU's where it will take ages to reach, And this is one of em.

The scene of Starscream's death.

(yes, i kill him off Post war for everything He has done including killing Skywarp. I will colour the small Comic once i got a replacement for my digital pen)

Aaaand the full scene i came up With below:

(English isnt my native language so i am sorry for any mistakes)

A battle had shaken all of Cybertron... All the leaders standing now United beneath the light of the distant Star that Gifted Cybertron it's light. The enemy was Finally slain... Leaving behind a Scar of death And destruction on the Planets once again Energon stained surface. The ones left were searching for their fallen, to wish their Sparks a Final farewell to join the Allspark.

A message reached the Airqueen of Vos, from a comm that was too familiar to her. Coordinates were the only thing written on them. She followed the lead to the Desert Mountains next to the battlefield, finding a crack that led deeper in to the Mountain. And there in the darkness, two Red eyes stared up at her, surrounded by the blue gloom of spilled Energon

"Look who.." A cough shook the Mechs Silver frame, Energon spluttering out of his mouth And on to his torn chestplate "Came..." A snarl layed in his deep And scratch voice, there was no fear in the Airprince's eyes, that reminded her of her long deceased Conjunx...

The Airqueen said nothing, looking down at the torn frame of her firstborn son, the shredded wings, the cables hanging loosely out of his frame.

"Got nothing to say, Heh..?" A laugh rose from his lips, who didnt had the strength to Form a smirk anymore. "It's for the better..." his deeply Red eyes flickered in the slowing rythm of his Spark, fading more from Minute to Minute "I've always been the Bastard of the 3.. The one that never fit in, the one who wanted..." A hiss came from his vents, his torn wings lowering And scratching against the Rock, as if they had lost any sensitivity. Nothing more than already dead weight on his back. "Power... Good old Starscream... Good for nothing then a fucking waste of fuel And time." A chocked groan escaped him, as Energon stared to drip down his chin, the streaks of blue feeling hot against his slowly cooling frame.

His mother didnt respond... The ice in her eyes hadn't melted at All, even as she was about to loose her last Child left. The Child, that had brought a And to her other two children, the one who somehow had always managed to escape And fool death in the worst ways possible. But now it seemed, Primus was done letting him astray... Stripping his soul away from this world, where He brought so much pain to many Different Sparks

His head slowly sank back against the cave wall, his eyelids closing half over his eyes as his Talons layed useless over his wounded stomach And sides. "I havent killed Thundercracker..." He whispered. "He got killed by a Bastard no longer alive... But as if this would... Change... A thing..." his sight slowly became blurry, starring up at the caves ceiling as if He would be able to See the skies again... Maybe spread his wings one more time to embrace the cool Winds of his home... But they were useless now... As useless as he had been all his life... "Dont let anyone mourn... It's not like i... Earned it anyways... To be... Forgotten... Is better... T-than..." His voice cracked, a static hiss taking it's place as his eyes moved once again to the Femme that had raised him... Raised And loved him... And He has payed it back With murder And betrayal. What a irony... With one last gaze to the light behind her, his features relaxed, letting his wings drip to the Hard floor With a loud thud. His head rollend to the side, Energon still dripping from his silvery lips, making a End to the tongue of Silver He had used all of his life..

As the Airqueen turned around, her eyes followed the last gaze of her son, seeing the bluish sky, that faded in to a purplish Red, as the dawn advanced... On this quiet, wakeless place...