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Did a brand new kind of bowling shot today

we called it the "trust the Force Luke" shot or the "through God all things are possible" shot

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Did a brand new kind of bowling shot today

we called it the "trust the Force Luke" shot or the "through God all things are possible" shot

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My manager was like. "I found the best video on YouTube" and I said "oh?" And he said it's called "one hour of silence periodically interrupted by the sound of a metal pole clanking" and proceeded to play it

Every time the pole clanks he spooks like a wild horse and keeps getting more and more frustrated

We are about 20 minutes in and he's like "god I can't wait for this to be over" refusing to turn it off

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Optimus Prime is transmasc btw

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hate an x reader fic do not put me in a situation

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Poor Starscream bro ;-; do the other bots and cons know about how horrible Starscream gets his scrap rocked? And is it just Starscream or others known to incur the wrath of Megatron. (Your art is so peak 🙏)

Most ‘cons def know, Megatron was quite volatile near the end of the war and Starscream was often used as an example to keep the troops in line.

I think the ‘bots had an idea that something was up, they’d see Megatron roughing up Starscream on occasion during skirmishes, but they don’t know the extent to which Megatron takes it out on Starscream. Even Megatron knows it’s bad tactics to incapacitate your own soldiers during battle. the ‘bots just think, yeah of course the ruthless tyrant does stuff like that to keep his traitorous second under control and it’s ultimately not their business.

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now that these designs have all appeared i can finally post the concept art!!!! bones give out and I collapse on the ground

while starscream and shockwave won’t be showing up in the story, I still really wanted to design how they’d look in this universe…they will definitely be getting a cameo I will crowbar them into the background of some scenes for sure

it’s not important to the story but the universe of DON’T DO THIS DAD has some lore!! the autobots and decepticons command mechanical sister cities in a bitter war for resources. the whole vibe of the place is salvagepunk sci-fi and energon is the main thing they’re fighting over to keep their respective cities alive.

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Haha… hii…

lil fan comic for @zorangezest ‘s DONT DO THIS DAD au PLEASEEE go check it out if u havent already im so obsessed w it

We dont see the immediate aftermath of frenzy and rumble and I was having devious thoughts so…

Apologies for the quality lol I barely have any time to draw so ive been rushing to get this done

Also thank u for the get well wishes !! They worked im better now :)

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In amongst the red fruits

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AAAAUGH I COULDNT HELP MYSELF!! I’m actually so in love with @madamadamiu ‘s Lost Light Cat Shelter AU!!

Okay okay okay, I know she’s not in IDW and this is an AU based off of IDW/MTMTE/LL — but I really really reeeeeeeeally wanted to draw RBA Whirl as a little kitten next to this AU’s goose Whirl… Is that so wrong? <:’3

My story for them: Little Whirl was a birthday gift to a kid, Rotorz (aka Rory), as a way to teach her responsibility — though what she did was immediately dye her hair to match her coat and tried to teach her to ride her drone with a hanging basket — but ultimately she cherished her like she was her whole world <3

Then one fateful day someone left the door open on accident… and little Whirl was gone…

— Cut to some, probably rabid, goose chilling by his nest all ready to turn in for the day. When all of a sudden, in the middle of his nap, he feels a disturbance under his wing.

BOOM! Kitten.

Maybe this takes place after he kinda has empty nest syndrome after the other goose fanart I saw of this AU’s scraplet colony character? Idk

Anyway here’s a doodle of Rory, in case you were wondering

I might’ve made a tiny headcannon that she might’ve styled her hair like Ravage after giving Whirl back out of idolization. Mostly because it started out more like the ref picture but just ended up with this as the result without me thinking too much about it.

I like to think Ravage had to put up a crazy fight with Whirl to even let the kitten out of his peripheral.

Also lol the phenomenon where owners tend to have an uncanny resemblance to their pets X3

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they call me Deluded Exceptionalism Superiority Complex for reasons that don't apply to me. because they're jealous of me and projecting their own insecurities.

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Thinking about the scavs setting up that clinic Krok wanted to make... thinking about Deathsaurus being one of the 'cons to show up on their doorstep...

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guards, rotate him.

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Love Language

“So, uh… Dad?” Hiccup said, nervously, but that was mostly just normal for him. “I’ve got a… question.”

“What sort of question, Hiccup?” Stoic replied, not unkindly – for him, anyway.

That was sort of how their family relationship went a lot of the time, as it happened. The two of them being at pains to be normal with one another.

“So… how exactly do we know that dragons are, uh… monsters, evil, want to hurt us, want to destroy us?” Hiccup asked, rattling off the normal dragon description from the Book of Dragons. “Extremely dangerous, and so on?”

Stoic blinked, then looked at Hiccup with the sort of look that – normally – would be reserved for a relative who’d said something extremely thick.

He wasn’t used to turning it on Hiccup.

“They keep… attacking us,” he said. “Raiding us. Carrying off our sheep.”

“Yeah, about that,” Hiccup replied. “Because, I’ve been a Viking teenager for a while now and the general impression I get is that that’s how Vikings show that they want to become friends.”

Stoic snorted.

“Not getting on well with your friends?” he asked.

“That plural is assuming a lot, Dad,” Hiccup replied. “That… word is also making some assumptions, actually! Though you did keep telling me that all the punches and stuff were just a way of making friends – but, I wasn’t actually talking about my friends, I didn’t mean them, I was meaning to talk about the dragons.”

“And?” Stoic said.

“The point I’m making, Dad, is that… so, uh, I tried putting myself in the place of the dragons,” Hiccup said, shaking his leg and leaning awkwardly on the door frame. “And I wondered what Vikings would think if we went somewhere and the people there were firing catapults at us and shooting flaming rocks at us, and that sort of thing, and… I’ve met Vikings, dad. I’m pretty sure you’ve met Vikings!”

Stoic paused, to actually consider that.

It was one of the increasingly large number of things about this conversation which was not Normal, but he was willing to give it a go.

“...hm,” he said. “That sounds like a pretty good night out, actually.”

“That’s what I’m getting at!” Hiccup agreed, now leaning over more. “Hold on.”

“What is it?”

“Not you, I mean-” Hiccup said, then gestured at someone Stoic couldn’t see.

Or possibly just nearly fell over, the lad was gangly.

“Anyway – uhm – I think the dragons just want to be friends,” Hiccup went on, speaking very quickly. “And that they’re enough like Vikings that all we’re doing is just making them more interested.”

“Nonsense,” Stoic replied.

“Really?” Hiccup asked. “Because – uh – are you at least going to think about it before you decide that I have to be wrong?”

“I don’t need to think about it to know it’s nonsense,” Stoic said, firmly.

“Yeah, that sounds pretty Viking too,” Hiccup muttered. “Stubborn and unwilling to admit that you might be wrong about something… so, uh… what about an experiment?”

“Is this some of that scientific method stuff Gobber had you learning?” Stoic checked.

It sounded a bit suspect, to him.

“Yeah, actually,” Hiccup agreed. “But if something happens you can’t say it’s impossible, right?”

Stoic carefully considered the question.

If something happens, you can’t say it’s impossible.

“All right, so let’s accept that for the sake of argument,” he allowed. “What kind of thing?”

“So I gave a Terrible Terror a fish,” Hiccup said. “Once. And now I literally cannot get it to stop rubbing against my ankles, making a kind of purring noise, and curling up next to my bed when I go to sleep.”

Stoic blinked, looking Hiccup up and down.

“...there doesn’t seem to be a Terrible Terror rubbing against your ankles,” he said.

“Yeah, because I can’t stop it, but Toothless can,” Hiccup explained. “Because, uh, there’s this Night Fury…”

“A Night Fury?” Stoic repeated, then went back over the conversation and reprocessed this new information through it.

“...are you telling me you befriended a Night Fury?” he asked. “How?”

“I shot it down,” Hiccup replied. “And, uh… since then I’ve kind of been testing the hypothesis, that’s more of the whole science thing, and it took like eight seconds to convince the Monstrous Nightmare in the training pens that I was a cool guy to be around. I just kind of smiled and that was it?”

He shrugged, then finally lost the battle against keeping the Night Fury out of the doorframe, and the Unholy Offspring of Lightning and Death Itself slowly pushed the leaning Hiccup across the doorframe.

Then spotted Stoic, groonked something, and sat on his haunches like a giant, attentive dog mixed with a curious cat possessed of a penchant for pushing things off tables.

Stoic spent several seconds contemplating what to do, then – experimentally – threw his hammer at the beast.

It ducked, letting Hiccup topple over with a thump, then loped off after the hammer. A few seconds later, a Terror sat on the prone Hiccup’s side and curled up before visibly and very quickly going to sleep.

“You, uh… see what I mean?” Hiccup asked.

The Night Fury came back, tail swishing from side to side, and deposited the thrown hammer eagerly in front of the door before making a pleased sort of gronk-chirp.

Stoic gave up.

This was now Normal.

Making that new categorization was going to save a lot of time.

“My working theory is that, to dragons, we’re friend shaped,” Hiccup said, still trapped under the snoozing Terror.

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This is absolutely and simultaneously the cuntiest and most diabolical TTRPG design possibly ever. I think any person who plays as Onslaught should be allowed to put their Swindle players into a chokehold.