#[ ... blaming maccadams for this one ]

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

only SHE can talk about him like that...!

[mightytato]

[delicioustarong]

Once in a while, I remember I have an art account and randomly post angst. Anyways-- Skybound... Man 🥀 🥀 🥀

My favorite 'frames' :3

[weekdaysend]

My SentOpLita 1AM relationship chart I did not think I'd be psycho-analyzing this dynamic as much as I thought I would..

[dragqueenstarscream]

so it seems like the newest talking point from younger members of the transformers fandom is that starscream is somehow just as bad as/worse than megatron because he's a villain and keeps trying to overthrow megatron.

and like, ok. starscream is a bad guy. the majority of starscream fans would agree with you on that. hell, i've ranted about his woobification before. if you're gonna be a starscream fan, own up to his shitty actions.

but trying to act like he's somehow just as bad or worse than the literal genocidal warlord who abuses him is fucking bonkers to me. yes, starscream is abuser and abuse victim, there's no getting around that. but how is he in any way as bad as someone who wants to wipe out cybertron and has even made deals with literal robot satan in the name of the decepticon cause? or is your only exposure to transformers mtmte/lost light?

you can hate starscream and/or love megatron all you want, that's fine. just don't be this wrong about it. good gods

[fancydusk]

"Monday: Humiliation"

I hate college

[devils-yui]

Rewatching TFA, for the hundredth time in a row, and I've got to say. I used to think Sari was, kind of annoying, during my first initial watch and sometimes. The things she does makes me go wide-eyed and gripping at the screen going, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

But then now, as I'm rewatching it hundreds of times over. I have to physically remind myself that she is a child.

And not only that, but she was a child that was BARELY raised properly. She didn't have other children to socialize around, she had a robot teacher, a robot dog companion, and her occasionally in her life father who was busy manufacturing robots, entertaining the ideas of tours and etcetera.

So maybe, yes. I can definitely understand why she does rash things, and act the way she does. I understand why she's seen as a social outcast amongst other groups of kids (like in the show, ON HER BIRTHDAY).

And I'm not as mad as her, as anybody should be for a child who was raised/taught the wrong things or having not been taught at all.

However...

THIS GUY.

IS A WHOLE 'NOTHER CASE.

I JUST WANNA-

[kaontic]

“I'm headin' in for repairs!”

“I'll shadow you back!”

One of my fav G1 moments, even if I read too much into it.

[vitreouspositive]

you ever watch an edit and then BAM, now that song's irremovable from the character. yeah. last image inspired by the following:

[numberonetribble]

I have a 3 day weekend coming up next week you know what that means:

[call-me-kitty]

Lord have mercy.

My dad was watching me watch a Sentinel Prime thirst trap on repeat for a hot minute.

I had fun trying to explain myself.

[velen-abera]

pov: An archivist is politely telling you to gtfo of her archive and pointing you to the door

So yea! Another design by @nova--spark! This time her oc Albanoct! I took some liberties with her design for three (main) reasons:

My style! And the way I draw my little machines (I just love slaping cables on them)

I think I got posesed whlie drawing this. I was going to only do the scketch, maybe some lineart today. And suddenly I was drawing for about 4 and a half hours and I was almost finished. Sooo any decisions made in that time frame where not mine ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Traditional art limitations, so the colours are diffrent, among other things

I had a lot of fun drawing this one! (even if I was or was not posesed). Though I did messed up the hand :(

(lineart and scketch below :))

+ a bonus doodle! ...that I made on the train sooooo yeaaa

slightly evil Albanoct! I was figuring her design at the time

[captainseamech]

//me: knows HT has high tolerance for drinks

Also me: why yes he would take this amount of shots (even though he'd still be sober)

[whatudottu]

Um what number drawing is this? I have no idea! Have my tf oc Yaw, a narcoleptic biplane with a penchant for stalling while flying-

[nsokolow]

Transformers One: Charoite

Chapter Twenty-Two

“B?” Charoite had never felt so happy and sad to see someone. “Y-You’re trying to work here?” She looked down and saw B held a pen and a paper tablet.

B wrote on his tablet, “I want to raise money for my procedure. I don’t just want everyone else to do it for me, and I don’t know if I’ll ever feel like fighting the Decepticons again. Why did you leave? We all saw your letter.”

Charoite really didn’t want to have to explain it. It was hard enough to write that letter and leave. She however felt like she owed B an explanation. “Look, I really didn’t want to leave. I just…after what happened to you…I just couldn’t take my secret anymore. I don’t deserve to be at the Autobot base or to be around them or you after this. I helped cause this. Part of why I’ve been trying to get my old job back is so I can pay for your surgery.”

J-8 and DB-2 exchanged uneasy looks. They walked away in different directions.

A frown played on B’s eyebrows as his lips tightened. He wrote on his tablet with more vigor, “Shockwave did this to me during the fight! I was starting to beat him, and he grabbed my neck and damaged my vocal component! You had nothing to do with that! Even Elita didn’t put the blame on you when we all saw your letter. You didn’t tell us because you didn’t know what to do! Megatron is scary! Megatron. Took. Advantage. Of. You. You told him that yourself!”

“I know!” Charoite cried. She grabbed her head and sighed. “It’s just…it’s hard to not think it’s my fault.

B pulled her into a hug. He leaned his head against her shoulder.

Charoite didn’t feel like she deserved this. It however became harder and harder to resist this supposedly undeserved display of affection. She wrapped her arms around B and leaned her head against his shoulder.

“I’ll raise as much money as I can. I promise.” Charoite whispered.

“Okay, good to see you made up.”

Charoite and B jumped and saw J-8 standing behind them.

“Look, Charoite…” J-8 began, “…you were a great employee, but business hasn’t been great for a while now, and I can’t afford to risk business getting worse by having you here after all the…Sentinel stuff. I’m sorry.”

Charoite stared at the floor and nodded. “I understand.”

“Thank you. B, shall we continue the interview?”

B sadly glanced at Charoite and up at J-8. B put his arm around Charoite and solemnly shook his head.

J-8 shrugged. “Well, sorry to see you go, B-127.” He walked into his office and closed the door.

“B, you didn’t have to do that.” Charoite took a step away. “You should think of your voice.”

B dropped his arm. He wrote, “I wanted to. I care about you too much. There’ll be other jobs out there.”

Charoite gave him a warm smile. “Let’s look together.”

B grinned and nodded.

DB-2 approached the scene, “So, Charoite, how’d it go?”

Charoite shook her head. “It…didn’t go well.”

DB-2’s face dropped. “Oh. Sorry, Charoite, uh…B-127, right?”

B nodded and smiled. He mouthed, “B.”

DB-2 chuckled. “Well, okay, B. Hope you get your voice back soon!” She waved and walked towards the exit.

“Wait, you’re leaving?” Charoite ran a few steps after her.

DB-2 nodded. “Yeah, I gotta get to work, myself. You remember the password to my place, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, cool. See you later!” DB-2 walked out the door and flew away.

Charoite glanced at B and chuckled. She didn’t know what to say next.

B held up his tablet. “Maccadam’s? I wonder if they have the windows fixed.”

“Only one way to find out! You wanna fly?”

B’s eyes lit up. He grinned and vigorously nodded.

With that, Charoite and B left Décor Galore, and Charoite carried B as she flew to Maccadam’s Lounge.

Again, Maccadam’s didn’t have a lot of guests, due to it being morning. Something that had changed were indeed the windows. Rows of white cloth were nailed to the empty spaces where the windows once were.

Charoite and B sat on the edge of Maccadam’s rooftop. The rooftop had chairs and tables, but they both decided the edge would be more fun to sit at, and Charoite knew, being a flyer, she could catch B if he fell.

“Huh, our drinks fit really well on the ledge.” Charoite took a drink of her ‘Elite One-Step Energy. The pink energy drink was named after Elita-One, as Maccadam confirmed.

B wrote on his tablet with a grin, “I seriously can’t believe Maccadam said they’re gonna do my ‘Badassatrex’ idea! It’s gonna be yellow and give you ‘Badassatron’ level energy! I hope I get my voice back before the drink comes out! I wanna announce it to everyone in my low ‘Badassatron’ voice since that’s how it’s pronounced.”

“That’s great, B.” Charoite hoped her sadness didn’t show.

B’s expression saddened as he wrote, “What’s wrong?”

“Are you sure the rest of the Autobots would want anything to do with me? You sure they’re not mad at me?”

B gave her a gentle smile and wrote, “Well, Elita rubbed your ‘being a spy for Megatron’ thing in Optimus’ face for a sec, but Optimus said he knew you didn’t know about anything that happened since you were stranded by Sentinel, and that you only heard Megatron’s side of the story. We all know your spark was always in the right place.”

Charoite looked back at B briefly before she scratched the back of her head. “Listen, B, do you think…they’d be okay with me coming back? I mean, my friend’s great and everything, but I don’t like how I left things, and I well…missed you right away.”

B flinched. He quickly wrote, “I missed you too.”

Out of things to say, Charoite gave B a swift, light kiss.

B stared at her with wide eyes.

They both leaned in and exchanged a happy, passionate kiss, their arms encircling each other.

[theoceanoasis]

Soundwave wants to confess his love to Hot Rod, but he's afraid it won't be reciprocated.

He watched the Autobot in secret admiring how beautiful he looked. Too bad he was talking to Springer who no one liked. He glared at Springer who was trying to tarnish Hot Rods beauty with his presence. Which should be a crime.

He was distracted by the way Hot Rod laughed his smile lighting up the room. He was always so happy and full of life. Always taking care of others helping whoever he could. The complete opposite of himself who couldn't care less about others except for a few select individuals. While Hot Rod will help everyone he can regardless of faction.

He was too good for him. He knew this the moment he laid optics on him and yet he couldn't help himself from falling in love. There was something about him that drew him in.

He wanted to spend his life with him. When he looked at him he imagined the life they'd build together. Getting bonded, buying a home together and having sparklings.

He wanted it so badly. Even though it was never going to happen. An Autobot and a Decepticon would never work out.

Hot Rod would never agree to go out with him and he couldn't blame him. He was nothing like him. He preferred to stand off to the side while Hot Rod was the life the party.

There were so many people who were better than him. Hot Rod deserved someone like Thunderclash who was an honorable Autobot beloved by both sides. Always helping others and someone who adored Hot Rod.

He sighed turning away. Unable to confess his feeling because he knew he'd be rejected.

Hot Rod must have noticed him leaving because he said goodbye to Springer and followed after him.

"Soundwave wait!"

He paused. Looking over as Hot Rod caught up to him.

"Where are you going?"

"I have things to do."

He lied watching as the Autobot shifted looking uncertain.

"I was wondering... If you were interested... Maybe we could get energon together?"

He looked at him in surprise watching as he blushed looking down as he waited for an answer.

"Okay."

He found himself agreeing unable to deny Hot Rod who immediately perked up looking excited.

"If you're not busy. How about we go to Maccadams tomorrow after work?"

"That's fine."

Hot Rod smiled looking excited and relieved as he said goodbye having somewhere else to be. Always busy helping to rebuild Cybertron. Watching him go he felt his spark spin rapidly in his chest as he tried to remind himself that it wasn't a date. Hot Rod probably just wanted to catch up with him.

Even though he tried to convince himself of that he still found himself excited for their not date. Having to convince himself that it wasn't a date and he was overthinking things.