#tfa echo

[curiousechoo]

I FINALLY FINISHED MY LAST YEAR OF HIGHSCHOOL WAOEOQKWOWAOWOQOE 💥💥💥💥💥💥

I’ve forgotten to post this two days after but since it’s on a weekend, it’s a good start off

Last few weeks I haven’t been able to post much, along with TFA and oc related content since I had lotta work to do, following by final exams. But now I’m finally happy and relieving to say that I’m officially done!

So in return for not posting much, this is my sona resting. Can’t wait to actually try post more now

[curiousechoo]

heheheheHHEHEHEEHHE

I rlly cannot stop staring at this, this is 💥💕💕 and the BACKGROUND- absolutely done a great job, ate that UP

But in all honesty, the way they sum it up the context is really well done when I took myself to learn abt the song firstly. Considering they come off from different views and have different achievements, they still love eachother :]

grAA I LOVE THEM BOTH SM!! WILL ALSO TRY TO BRING IN MORE ECHŌ CONTENT SOON!!

“Ah, it’s a wonderful cat life”

I realised that this song summed up their story very well so I couldn’t resist making a small doodle, yet it turned into something more serious after I got carried away with a background.

Context: Nightracer is a former sportsman and an Autobot. Yet, after his former best pal (Blurr) chose the Elite Guard over their friendship and career, Nightracer got sick of the Autobots hypocrisy and tore off the badge, finding joy in a new lifestyle of freedom and danger of the streets, no longer held by any rules. Then he met Ekō, a cadet, who was promised a good future in the Elite Guard. Yet despite everything, their views of the world didn’t stop them from forming a strong bond

Link for the song — https://youtu.be/wrGwbqg4z7I?si=fLNwkLVhxnjXsAO-

The background is not free to use

[serenitysilverheart]

father-daughter bonding~ ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*

here's the megatron interaction piece i promised! baby echo is fascinated by her sire's claws, and megs is deeply amused about it. she's a bit younger here than in this piece with her carrier, so she's not speaking, but i imagine she's making plenty of happy little sparkling sounds. ^-^

megatron absolutely adores his daughter (he's girl-dad coded to me), as before she was created, he had long thought that he would never have an heir or a family of his own. she's his little princess for whom he would destroy the entire universe for, no hesitation. she's his little comet, who brings with her a hope for a better future.

also they are legit the marc antony and kitten meme, if anyone gaf...

(unfiltered + transparent bg version below!)

[nova--spark]

AU where the Matrix allows it's bearer to speak to Primes of the past

But also Primes of other worlds, other realities, with wisdom they need or do not have for their own home.

Imagine please, a young Orion who sees visions when the Matrix first binds itself to him, of many different versions of himself.

A version of himself in a world where he was no great warrior, just a humble repair worker, who stumbled onto fate accidentally with his crew, working hard to make something of himself.

A version of himself tutored by the Scribe, who was a friend to his greatest enemy, who's words were his sword.

A version of himself, or at least part of himself, bound to a descendant of his people, or perhaps even ancestor, who's form is that of a beast.

A version of himself, marred by war and betrayals by humanity, but still trying to hold on. Still trying to just keep his family alive.

A version of himself, who is brand new to this planet called 'Earth' still, and beginning to bond with humans. One who accepts that Cybertron cannot be home now, but maybe Earth can.

And each version of himself he sees, he can seek wisdom from.

And they too can seek out his.

[mionkingsvibe]

Babies

[im-just-echo]

He should’ve been sleeping.

But his bag was nearly empty. And there were no medics in the forward camp but him.

So, he crept out through the perimeter and into the forest, breath fogging in the cold. The woods out here had the old feel untouched. Magic clung like dew to the trees. Good place for herbs, and for thinking.

That’s what Ratchet told himself as he slipped past the sentries and into the forest.

The moon hung low and full tonight, brushing silver against everything it touched. The old trees creaked with the wind, their branches bare and slick with dew. He moved quietly, hand brushing over undergrowth, following a memory of his lessons redcap root grew where the ground dipped, stargrass bloomed near the edge of quiet streams.

Redcap root. Wild nightshade for tincture bases. Stargrass, if he was lucky.

He crouched near a patch of dark soil, brushing aside moss when something shifted. A growl, ragged and low, came from the shadows. He tensed, fingers curling toward his dagger, but didn’t draw it.

A body lay half-curled beneath a thorn tree. Huge, trembling. Furred. Wolf-like.

Ratchet exhaled.

Not a beast. A man. Well mostly. Golden eyes stared up at him, luminous in the dark, wild and half-lidded with fever. Fangs glinted beneath cracked lips. Blood matted dark fur and torn armor. Poison made his breath wheeze.

“A werewolf,” Ratchet murmured, stepping closer, crouching low, “or something close. Hey it's ok kid. I'm gonna help you.”

The man bared his teeth. “Spirit,” he rasped, “I’m.. I'm ready.. now"

Ratchet blinked. Then he laughed. “Hardly.”

The man’s golden gaze flicked up to meet his, dazed and shining with delirium. ““You’re not… ” he croaked. “You’re not death?”

Ratchet took the satchel off his shoulder and opened it. “No, I’m a medic. Ratchet. Try not to die.”

He’d dressed the wounds the best he could. The fever would break soon, now that the wolfsbane was out of his system.

What surprised him was the way the werewolf Deadlock, he said, voice slurred with sleep didn’t attack. Didn’t run. Just watched him, like he’d never seen anything like him before.

Maybe he hadn’t.

Ratchet poured water between his lips, felt the heat finally ebbing from the man’s skin. “You’ll wake up sore. But alive.”

“if you’re not a spirit,” Deadlock murmured. “Maybe... you're a sign.”

Ratchet raised a brow. “Of what?”

Deadlock’s eyes fluttered shut. “That the world has need of me yet.”

Ratchet stood, shouldering his bag. He’d return before sunrise. No one needed to know he’d gone.

He looked back once. At the blood-streaked warrior curled beneath the moonlit tree, sleeping, looking like a long forgotten knight, half overgrown in the faint light.

“Get some rest, wolf,” Ratchet said quietly.

Part 1 here👇

[voidshrimpp]

THE MOST TRUSTWORTHY BUSSINESSMECH

spamton swindle.....

[mxbluemarine]

(jingles into your inbox) who are we thinking about 2day . do you have anything u wanna share. free yap pass

WAAAAAAH HI SABLE!!! MY BELOVED JESTER 💙💙💙 TYSM!!!

My quick answer is. A few boys!!! I had to open at work today so I was listening to a lot of music this morning. Which happened to be a majority of System/Serj, and that brought in Usami and Francis. Horrible soldier boys I need to kith. nd just now I was talking w my bestie about another one of my OC F/os/Hannes and I'm thinking of him too!!! I should go to sleep soon, I'll probably be thinking of him some moar ^^

Theres also been this song in my liked list I've been meaning to listen to completely, and I finally did!! That paired with watching some more Lupin has me thinking of Goemon too :3c been thinking about changing the GoeLau ship tag. LaurGo? What the hell was there ship name.

Also might be enough to make me change his emoji too.... Like rice balls ARE delicious but it feels kind of lame compared to some others. Btw throws this bracelet at u

Can this guy explode

What else what else. Oh OH. I'VE BEEN DOODLING STUPID TRANSFORMERS JUNK ALL DA *EXPLODES

[sparkpiercer]

arceeeeee my beloved <33

sum old art i drew back in january hehehe

[cybercybertron]

Could someone help me figure out if Captain Fanzone is like standard height and Sumdac’s just short, or if they made Fanzone a hulking behometh because stereotypes and styling etc etc?

[curiousechoo]

Echō and JetTwins doodles I’ve don’t for the past few days bc I LOVE THEM THEY R SO AWESOME SIBLINGS TOGETHER !!!!

I haven’t been able to show stuff for a week or two bc my busy schedule got in the way, but hopefully this shall make up for it! :D

I srsly love them three they’re so rggehehwgrhehrhr 💥💥

[curiousechoo]

I am indeed in there!!!! hueheueh 💥💥

A bunch of silly magma doodles I did with friends

Including ocs of @curiousechoo and @eggariesalad

[serenitysilverheart]

megs don't give that girl a gun she's like 5 years old.

[nova--spark]

So, if anyone recalls this AU:

Original Post [ + Fic by @lets-try-some-writing ]

it is now called Matrix Echoes AU.

And I bring you this lovely piece of lore to the AU:

Each of the Optimus Primes goes by a moniker of sorts.

A title.

The Origin | Thirteenth, the Original and Origin of Optimus as a Prime, the forgotten but Divine Origin.

The First | G1 Optimus, the first of them all.

The Archivist | TFP

The Cadet | TFA

The Beast | Primal

The Knight | Bayverse

and many more titles exist, each given to the different Optimus versions, so they may tell one another apart

[mionkingsvibe]

TW: EYE CONTACT/POSSIBLE EYE STRAIN

"Eyes crown a consecrated beast, feasting upon damned devotion.”

3 more versions down here!

One without the shade and the other with an attempt at realistic eyes :3c

[im-just-echo]

Vampire bumblebee au short story

'All gone'

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A hand grabbed his shoulder, yanking him back just in time for a missile to explode where he had been kneeling. The blast sent him skidding across the ground, his old joints screaming in protest.

Bulkhead was already pulling him up, voice panicked. “We gotta go! Now!”

Ratchet twisted back toward Bumblebee’s body—but it was already being swallowed by the dust and smoke.

The battlefield was collapsing. They had seconds.

And he knew.

He knew they wouldn’t reach him in time.

Because Bee wasn’t getting up.

And they couldn’t afford to die with him.

Optimus’s voice was final. Heavy. Like it hurt to say it.

“Autobots—retreat.”

Ratchet froze.

His processor blanked for a second, his entire frame locking up in horrified disbelief—

Leave him?

Leave Bumblebee?

“No!” Ratchet snarled, struggling against Bulkhead’s grip. “I’m not leaving him out here, Prime! We can’t just—just—!”

But another explosion rocked the ground beneath them, and suddenly they weren’t given a choice.

The fight was lost.

The Autobots fell back.