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Hey there handsome! You look lonely.
I can fix that.
i don’t know why i drew this, i just saw how Flirtimus Prime glowed and had an epiphany (is that the right word?)
Tried to do doodle for my favorite Transformers artist giggles🧍♂️
@maxicaiman
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He make cool epic arts for transformers!!! Explodes...
Did another art trade yall
Guess who turned these fuckers into keychains 🕺✨ (hint: its me)
Pov: You used ibis paint & your finger during your break at work to make this
Random our #1 lesbian enthusiast 🧡🤍🩷 & a WIP of my wife
(Srry for being gone life has been crazy so i might give a life update)
Normal Blurr < Compact Block Blurr 🫶
Sorry for being dead god decided to give me Covid again for the second time 😎. All I have to offer is the doodle of Blitzwing I did a few days ago
Don’t worry I’m still on my blitzbee bullshit 💃✨(and yes hello I enjoy adult humor)
The way that shockblurr has a chokehold on me is astounding (i need to practice drawing blurr more cuz my god-)
I’ve been in a shockwave kick ever since getting knee surgery (again) on my left leg so yeah 😀
WIP I gave up on of my interpretation of humanformer fem Blitzwing (I want her so bad 🧍♀️)
Doodles I did at work of my beloveds 💜💛
BlitzBee meme for today’s doodle warm up👍
“Aber liebst du mich nicht?”
the little Triple Changer asked, looking up to the bearer of the death mask, only watching down to him with apathy in the moment. He didn’t hate him, he didn’t love him, he only used him. How pitiful.
cw : blood, robot gore (badly), implied abuse.
I love how different each Megop is
G1 Megop :
Animated Megop :
Es Megop :
The Consort of Peace
A Wang Zhaojun Megop AU
[Part 1]
On horseback playing winds and strings headed to Yin Mountain.
Orion watched through the gap in the sliding door behind which he stayed securely hidden as he entered Sentinel Prime’s throne room. He approached Iacon’s emperor with, who the hidden concubine assumed to be, two of his commanders. To his left a broad-chested attendant, his faceplate hidden behind a thick iron mask and his optics concealed by a pair of burning red visors. His emotions unseen and unreadable unlike the other attendant flanking him. A shorter crimson seeker with a devilish yet self-assured grin resting on his lips, as if this was all a mere shadow play to him.
Orion observed with bated breath as he and his retinue knelt down before Sentinel Prime while looking straight at the gold-and-blue coloured emperor, never averting his glance even once. An act of utter audacity and disrespect like that would usually lead to direct imprisonment at best or execution at worst and yet… His red optics glared at Sentinel as if he were trying to say “Try me. I dare you”.
The concubine had heard and read many stories of him over the years. He was known by many names and titles. The barbarian, the tyrant, the invader, the grey nightmare, the one who dwells on the planet’s surface, the ruthless Deception leader.
Megatron.
"I am pleased to see you, Megatron.” Sentinel greeted the visitor with a sickly sweet smile that was about as authentic as the jade pearls he had gifted to one of his lower ranking concubines earlier that day “So you have decided to take me up on my gracious offer for peace?”
“Don’t pat yourself on the back too much, Sentinel.” Megatron retorted.
No honorific, no title of Prime added at the end. Addressing the emperor only by his first name. Orion thought, a servo placed over his mouth in shock over the visitor’s shameless temerity. The tyrant must either be stupid, blissfully unaware to court manners or view Sentinel Prime beneath himself. Or an unhealthy combination of all three.
"We both know that you would happily attack, chase and terrorise me and my men for another hundred vorns if it weren’t for…”
The Decepticon leader continued, a whirring servo reaching towards his masked attendant, his optics still fixated on the emperor. Orion squinted as he saw the barbarian’s cobalt follower gently hand his lord… something. Something that shone bright and clearly with the colour of freshly mined energon.
“… this!” Megatron continued where he had left off. A tiny, almost unnoticed smirk forming in the corners of the grey mech’s mouth as he was now proudly presenting the mystery-thingamabob right into Sentinel Prime’s face.
Datapads?
Orion’s brow ridges furrowed as he saw Sentinel Prime’s entire frame stiffen and his eyes bulgen at the sight of the datapads.
Is the barbarian… blackmailing the emperor?
Orion, now even more intrigued than before, pressed his face plate against the sliding door’s gap in hopes to get a better look at the happenings inside the throne room.
The emperor shot up from his seat grabbing the datapads in the Decepticon leader’s servo before plummeting down onto the dragon throne once again. Sentinel Prime’s blown optics flicked rapidly over the datapads’ contents, his lips pressed together into a thin line, yet Orion could have sworn he saw them quiver nervously ever so slightly.
“Heh… So you truly have kept these books from me for all these millennia. But…” Sentinel tossed the datapads back at Megatron’s peds “There is no way these are all of the books. Right?”
“The motherload is securely with my men on the surface of Cybertron. What? You didn’t seriously believe I’d bring every single one of these books with me to our peace treaty talks, did you Prime?” The invader spat the emperor’s title out like it was an insult, his optics glowering at the imperial mech with flaming yet unspoken hate.
Sentinel’s servos gripped the arm rest of his throne tightly at Megatron undermining his intelligence, returning an equally hate-filled scowl at the tyrant. Orion was certain he heard a tiny crack of the throne’s arm rests getting dented by the sheer force of Sentinel’s clutches. The Prime clenched his optics shut and took a deep breath. His grip finally showed some mercy upon the poor throne and that sham of a smile returned to the emperor's facial plate.
"Of course not, esteemed guest of mine." Sentinel Prime chirped "In fact, I would prefer it if you kept these books with you on the planet surface. Far, far, far away from any prying eyes and most importantly from the eyes of Iacon’s citizens."
"You want us to keep the books? I am surprised you are not ordering me and my men to hand them over to you in a nice bow so you can personally burn every last one of them." The barbarian answered, a brow ridge raised in scepticism.
"This is a peace treaty meeting, is it not?" Sentinel Prime answered nonchalantly, his chin resting on one of his servos "Meaning, in order to find an agreement we both have to make some sacrifices and compromises. For the sake of peace." the word peace rolling off Sentinel's tongue like honey. As if the uttering the mere word were an irresistable bait used by hunters to catch their prey.
"Very well. So we keep these" Megatron picked up one of the datapads again tauntingly waving it infront of Sentinel "as far away from the people of Iacon, if and only if you keep your armies just as far away from our territory."
"The planet surface you mean?" Sentinel perked up.
"Yes. You let me and my people wander the planet surface in peace. No more wars. No more random military campaigns. No more displacements." Megatron growled.
"And what about you?" Sentinel flung back, helm still lazily draped over his servo, gleeming at the visitors with half lidded optics. Seemingly treating these peace talks like a boring chore. But for all Orion knew this might be nothing but show and calculated acting by the emperor to either put the barbarian and his entourage 'in their place' or to get a rise out of them.
The tyrant's torso straightened, his optics shooting straight back at the emperor.
"What about us?"
"Don't act so naive. Everyone knows about you and your men raiding the mining villages close to the planet's surface. There is no way of gathering energon up in that wasteland you call home. So you attack these poor workers and rid them of their hard mined for energon. If I stop my military campaigns towards you, will you end the raids against these innocent commoners?"
Megatron just waved the datapads in front of Sentinel's face once more his optics never once breaking their gaze from the emperor as he watched the colour drain from the Prime's facial plates like it was a game to him.
"Alright, you make a fair argument." Sentinel hissed, clicking his glossa "But keep the raids to an absolute minimum. Or these miners will demand for their emperor to take more 'direct actions' against you surface dwellers."
"Very well." Megatron huffed, his mind already thinking of alternative ways to provide his men with enough energon.
"Very well indeed!" Sentinel echoed as one of his drones handed him a new datapad - the peace treaty document, Orion assumed.
"Just sign right at the bottom of this document, and this peace treaty will come straight into effect." Sentinel declared, his perfectly rehearsed smile growing even bigger as he tried to hand the charter-manuscript to Megatron.
"Not. So. Fast." Megatron exclaimed, pushing the datapad away from himself "I need proof."
"Proof? Proof for what?" Sentinel asked, his voice breaking, clearly annoyed at the tyrant dragging this meeting out further.
“I need you to prove that you are serious about this peace treaty. I need physical confirmation that you will not turn around and break it the second i get up to leave this room. So I demand you give up something dear and precious to you."
"A collateral. You are asking me for a collateral." Sentinel clarified.
"I am." Megatron answered matter of factly like he was simply stating the time.
"Fine, if it keeps you and those accursed books out of my empire. What do you suggest I give you as proof?"
There was a long pause as Megatron mulled over his answer. Orion felt suffocated by the silence that fell over the throne room and the anticipiation.
"One of your beloved concubines." The tyrant finally broke the silence "If you are willing to give up even one of them, then and only then, will I believe your sincerity about this treaty."
tfa megatron but the reverse engineering of his form mr sumdac fucked him up. he talks with a tone similar to that tiktok tts and his disdain and his hate and his pride can't be fully expressed anymore. the cave the decepticons live in hides them from the autobots signals but it also helps megs not deal with the constant notifications and posts from sites from the phones that he made. but even then it's not enough cause everyday his head is roaring with advertisements and stupid videos and memes coming from tablets and laptops that were made from part of his cranium.
he knows that pens used to draw were taken from his servos when mr sumdac realised that they had more uses them being furniture. he knows that the wires in that streamers pc setup were supposed to be his, operating his brain. parts of his optic were taken and formed into phonescreens that could not be shattered. pathetic, a cybertronian could still crush them easily.
he doesn't want to be on earth anymore. he wants to finish the spacebridge and go to cybertron and finally win the war. because he refuses to believe he went through all that agony and suffering for 50 years to not go through with it anymore. maybe once he's taken over cybertron he'll come back and raze this pathetic planet to the ground. maybe if cybertron is far enough he can escape all the millions of wifi passwords and pdfs and scams that haunt him every moment he lives. he shall never know peace and quiet again. you may pity him, but to some, after all he's done, all the crimes he's committed and blood that's on his servos, this isn't even the worst of it.
Finally got to do drawings and I'm practicing poses with Starscream ofc, it's easier with robots anyway.
Learning how to draw metalhawk cause I need to draw some interactions with him and star when I improve.
I don't know what I was planning for the top drawing but the colours low-key work just in a weird way.
Animated starscream except he doesn't have his tits no more.
Did it without reference which is probably why his chest is flat (don't shame him tho)
Little prime starscream doodle cause I need to learn how to draw that mf but I guess we can make him look less like a starved cat.
I thought that if Megatron isn't the reason why he is like this then it was something in the past and it really correlates with his personality for me. This is like my little au hopefully will make some memes on it in the future also this isn't inspired by someone else so if there is someone out there who has done this ig great minds think alike.
If you can't read some words ( neither can I 😢) just comment or smt else I'm too lazy to do it here.
And Tumblr keeps blurring the pictures man I might try and see if I can get a better pic on. Edit nvm it was when I was typing this it was blurry but ig when you post it unblurs or smt
Me when I gotta ten page project for my art class and gotta lock in.
P.S. I need to get this over with and draw again before art block comes after my ass 🥲
Lock in bro
Щас на стену полезу ... Слушая других художников,что не нужно или нежелательно ,не практично и т .д каждую травинку вырисовывать ,а у меня руки прям и чешутся чтобы обрисовывать и обработать всё на холсте , как я могу и как мне позволяет мой скил .
Щас буду по всем стрелять 😊.
