#transformers bluestreak

[tweeapis]

I’m gonna put them in a blender and puree them

I think they would have a fun dynamic that’s all

[ukiyoebirds]

The profound joy that comes from being listened to.

May need to click on the image for better quality.

[weepinggroves]

Trio!! Thee trio!!

I grabbed another Pinterest base and thought of my boys, and I love these colors sm

Ref+ random screenie I love...

[slug-gore-bug]

Prowl is amgry.

Probably because I didn't give him enough boob. Bluestreak appears to also be enraged by this development.

[raringooo]

Ironhide when kids miss training vs Ironhide when legit anyone else does

[swivelbot]

IDW’s Holomatter Avatars are peak character design I fear…

[transformers-abyssal-star]

Praxian Trio redesign!!!

God I forgot Barricade

With Earthspark dropping I decided to re work my Prowl.

He's not a Cop, since he is based of the Covenant of Primus version of him, who before the war was a Technician alongsides Bluestreak.

Prowl still became te Autobots SIC and Blue is still the most chatty sharp shooter

Prowl and Bluestreak was already there when the Quintessons invaded so they're quite old.

Smokescreen emerged during the last days of peace on Cybertron, so he's far younger that Prowl and Blue - Prowl took him in as his ward alongside the Lambo twins

Should I add more "clothing"? To their design

[infinitealpacas700]

Their friendship in the covenant of primus destroyed me

[valdrift]

the jazz-mandated spec ops gossip sesh 🥂

[shroombell]

oh these two are REALLY CUTE

thx for the request!

[hoiststowline]

_bluestreak x reader

[a/n: MDNI 18+ only!! mass-displaced mech. similar style to a sunstreaker fic I did here:)]

your fingers stop in a moment of realization, hands hovering over the keyboard. two immediate light sources caged you, at your front, your computer screen providing minimal assistance to scope the room. greater cooperation arrived from the soft glow from the television just beyond your line of sight, skating across the carpeted floor. from your position, you could see the couch, including the back of Bluestreak’s head as he remained engrossed in whichever film he had chosen to play next. 

you pause for a minute or so, briefly wondering how much longer you truly had before he would be trying to tug you away from your computer. you didn’t mind, per say, but waking up monday morning to looming deadlines would not be the most fantastic feeling. however, if you could part ways with your job for a few hours, perhaps you could circle back to such a nagging feeling later tonight or tomorrow morning. with a softened expression, you find that he truly was absorbed with the television, allowing with mild hesitance for you to spin around in your chair and attempt to power through the overwhelming responsibilities. 

having promised him you would be wrapped up with your remaining tasks before the movies end, somewhere in the back of your mind you knew that this was something that wasn’t going to be completed tonight. an impatience on your end persists, wanting to join him, but felt torn to neglect your responsibilities twice over. the weekend crept up on you rather quickly, finding yourself charged with a mountainous stack of paperwork and then some. 

about sixteen minutes pass by when you feel a slight pressure on the back of your chair, enough that when you tilt your head backward, you find Bluestreak looking down at you. 

“Hello,” he hums, a soft smile prominent. “The movie just ended.” 

you can gather that it most certainly is not, just by the sound of dimmed and unintelligible dialogue still sounding somewhere behind you. perhaps he’d had enough of waiting, or wasn’t so immersed in the film than you originally thought. 

“Is it?” you try to peer around him, but even mass displaced, his frame still takes up the majority of your immediate vision. relenting, you mumble in compromise. “Okay, I just need ten more minutes-"

you knew better to try and pull a fast one on him, but he was trying to pull a fast one on you. “No way.” Bluestreak pouts, servos leaving the back of your chair to gently tug your hands away from the keyboard. “You said after it was over, and it’s over.” 

turning around once more in your chair, he follows your movements if only to amuse you, servos ultimately returning to the back of the chair to keep you in place. 

“It has not been two hours and fifteen minutes,” you object, a teasing tone appearing. 

his shoulders jump upward and then drop down, a mild shrug. “Too bad I don’t understand Earth time,” 

“You do, though!” a laugh, tilting your head backward to meet his eyes. “Fine. Five more minutes.” 

“No deal.”

before you can protest any further, a gasp escapes you when his hands quickly dart under your arms, lifting you straight from the chair in one fluid motion. it’s all so fast that your brain cannot compete with his deftness, and soon enough you find yourself gently draped over his shoulder. 

“Bluestreak-” you try, but he’s evidently very pleased with himself, retreating back around the corner toward the couch, where he’d just entered from. 

“I’m pretty sure work can wait.” he rumbles, palm splayed across your lower back. “What I’m sure of is that I can’t.” 

all in good fun, you roll your eyes alongside a dramatic huff. “Oh, you’re pretty sure,”

at your sarcastic quip, his servo raises slightly and drops back down, a kind reminder to behave. “You needed a break anyways,” he replies, totally avoiding any blame. “Please?” 

after a short walk back to the living room, you squirm slightly as his palms find your sides, delicately lifting you off his shoulder. 

you suppose you could use a break, if only to try and rationalize this further. “I concede.” 

as if he was silently awaiting your approval, you’ve hardly blinked and suddenly you’re placidly set on your back, aching shoulders finally finding some relief after hunching in your desk chair all day. a sparing glance toward the TV uncovers that the movie continues on, hardly at the midway mark, but you can’t bring yourself to care as a leg is thrown over your form on the floor, atop the fluffy rug and alongside a nest of pillows and blankets dispersed around. 

“Are you gonna take a nap?” Bluestreak asks, extremely cautious to not lean any of his weight on your legs. 

in return, you blink dumbfoundedly, vaguely confused by his question. “No?”

a smirk appears on his face, cerulean optics displaying a glimmer of something you can’t quite place. “Good,” is all he says, perplexing you even further.  

there’s people still talking on the television, but you can’t quite focus on what they’re saying. one large servo sits on your lower hip, thumb making swiping motions along your inner thigh. Bluestreak won’t allow you to repay any of his sentiments, his unoccupied hand intertwined with one of yours somewhere at your left, resting beside your head.

he places chilly kisses atop your warm skin, all along your collarbone and up your neck. halfway through, he’s so happy he actually laughs, an ex-vent tickling your jaw as he makes his way upward, just below your ear. a knee wedges between your legs, allowing Bluestreak complete control of your movements, rather lack thereof- not that you minded in the slightest. 

“You’re the one who had a long day,” he rumbles, speaking in a low voice just beside your face. “And I missed you so much.” 

at that, he feels you gradually relax, hips settling against the rug as his palm slides a little further down the curvature of your hip. Bluestreak needs you to know that he feels so loved knowing that you were even trying to fight him on returning the gesture, but he wanted to make sure this was all about you. 

you deserve it, after all. he knows better than anyone else about stress, even if you chose to keep your apprehensiveness to yourself most of the time. 

his hand peels away from your side and slips under your shirt, sending a chill down the length of your spine. it’s almost an electric touch, nearly arching your back as his servo palms your skin attentively, respectfully inching upward while simultaneously observing your body language so as to stop when you say so. 

“I missed you too,” your free hand comes to slide up his chassis and over his shoulder, drawing absentminded shapes atop his plating. “I’m sorry I’ve been working all day.” 

“S’okay.” 

a kiss ghosts over your temple, and then moves down toward your cheek. “And I mean that. But you needed some time away from that computer, y/n.” 

no chance for a response is given when he dives downward, capturing your lips squarely. he’s so forbearing it makes your mind spin, giving you a second or two to come up for air before resuming where he left off. 

everything Bluestreak does is with so much love. every action, and word spoken are genuine and meaningful, meticulous to ensure your happiness because he wants you to know how happy he is. he’s over the moon, just to be here right now, peppering kisses atop every inch he can reach. 

his knee slips a little further along the rug, now brushing along your thigh. you swear it’s on purpose, the way he leans back somewhat to stare lovingly down your way before swooping back down to continue another round of almost sloppy kisses. 

Bluestreak freezes when your hand cradles his cheek, a soft thumb running along his jaw. at his halt in movement, your eyes blink alert, fingers going to pull back in fear that you’ve done something wrong. before you get very far, your palm is adhered back to its previous spot by his hand, engulfing yours and holding it back to his face. 

you’re able to capture two languid kisses along his jaw, only due catching him off guard, you suppose. when he slips back, only slightly, your hand that was still holding his offers two squeezes in understanding.

“Sorry.” he murmurs, but maintains strong eye contact with you. “Keep it there. Please.” thinking he’s finally straightened himself out, his processor nearly short circuits at your next round of words. 

“Okay.” you rejoin fondly. “I love you so much, Blue.” 

the benign grip he had on your hand tightens some, almost as if in disbelief. he hardly allows the moment to pass him by, servo falling away from his face to cradle yours, leaving kisses all over your face. eventually, he yields, but his lips hover over yours as he speaks. 

“I love you so much.” he replies, every word deliberate and spoken with utmost love. 

[khryovroom]

I FINALLY DID IT YAAAY‼️ K-pop Demon Hunters x Transformers upon ye

They're my dynamic trio (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)

[dreamerartz]

Transformers Art dump!

Just Some more drawings I did the past few months but never posted lol tried a new chibi-like style that I really enjoy and worked on doing more senes for backgrounds :p

My new favorite ship that doesn't exist anywhere besides in my brain lol

[raringooo]

Bluestreak redesign :) my friend had ideas n I drew em!

[swivelbot]

Bios Down Here.

Prowl:

FUNCTION: MILITARY STRATEGIST. “Logic is the Ultimate Weapon.” PROWL will keep at a task for as long as it takes. Strives to find reason and logic in everything. A listener, not a talker. Has most sophisticated logic center of all Autobots. Able to analyze and advise on complex combat situations almost instantaneously. Fires wire-guided incendiary missiles and high-corrosive acid pellets. The unexpected can often scramble his circuits.

Bluestreak:

FUNCTION: GUNNER. “I’ve never met a Decepticon I didn’t dislike.” BLUESTREAK often talks incessantly and inanely. Lightens the situation for all Autobots with his good-natured manner. Despite formidable weaponry and blazing speed, he hates war. Haunted by memory of Decepticons destroying his home-city. Fires bombs up to 8.3 miles and lightning-like 80,000-volt beam up to 12 miles of limited accuracy. Often inhibited by his disdain for combat.

Smokescreen:

FUNCTION: DIVERSIONARY TACTICIAN. “A look can be deceiving; a touch can be lethal.” Whether engaged in raging battle or friendly conversation, an ulterior purpose usually exists. Job is to lead enemy astray. Sneaky, but charming and affable…considered most devious yet most trusted of Autobots. In car mode, emits thick smoke from tailpipe…attracts to metal. In robot mode, shoots missiles which wreak havoc on enemy aircraft radar and guidance systems… electro-disruptor shorts out electrical targets.

[clownswithshoes]

The “has no story relevance in the fan continuity but the artist thought they were cool so they drew them anyway” gang