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Long time no see, since i am no longer drawing tfp related anymore (leaning to drawing anime style au) i wonder if i should post it here? Since its more to oc x cannon focused as well. Its still Predaking most of them, yes, but i do slam my oc a lot in some scenarios too :p

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RAARRRRGGHHHGH 💕💕

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Commission from Instagram

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Reblog or Like if you love Predaking.

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TFP Predaking and Human Reader, Organic Affection

Predaking prided himself on many things, such as his strength and his position. He was also proud of you, because you were so smart and kind. He was eager to learn more about you and your culture, as much as you were curious about what he knew of his. 

You had taken to trying to teach him about how humans handle romance and courting, and he found it to be rather…complicated. So many things to take into consideration. Trying to impress your potential partner with the materials you place on your frame, ensuring you have similar interests, behave in a manner that would draw their attention. Some people must paint their faceplates to draw attention, and that was before courting even properly began! However his favorite part of his lessons so far were how humans showed affection.

You currently had your arms around his neck as well as you could, with him in his bipedal form for now to be able to support you with his servos. “So this is what you humans call a ‘hug’?” He asked, to be sure he would remember it correctly. 

“Mmhm!” You hummed, smiling up at him “Well, the closest we can get, considering the size difference. Between two humans, it’s much easier to reciprocate a hug, but the closeness is nice.” You tried to explain. “And this-” You paused to get on your tip toes to reach his faceplate, prompting him to lift his servo just slightly to make it easier on you, “is called a kiss.” Once you finished your sentence you places a soft kiss on his much larger lips, able to feel him tense up under you slightly. 

It was a quick and innocent kiss, so you looked up to see how he handled it. His optics were wide as he watched you, processing it. It was…surprisingly nice, even if a bit strange. You were so soft and warm compared to his hard, cool metal frame. “A kiss…” He mimicked carefully, pulling you just a bit closer and hoping you would do it again.

“Yup, a kiss. What your relationship with the person is will decide where you can kiss, like family will kiss foreheads, but couples kiss cheeks and lips.” You explained, carefully moving in his hand to be able to kiss his cheek for emphasis. 

“I like this ‘kiss’ thing.” He said after a moment, even giving a small nod for emphasis. He would try to initiate one, but was worried he might accidentally knock you over or hurt you in his attempts to be affectionate. While his size was beneficial when it came to fighting and intimidation, it made it difficult to interact with you without fear of harming you. 

You couldn’t help a small laugh, gently cupping his cheeks with your hands as you spoke “I do too, they’re nice.” You tried to think of anything else that would be of note to tell him pursing your lips in thought. “Another thing humans do once they’re a couple, and sometimes before, is going on dates.”

“A date?” 

“It’s basically going and doing something together, like seeing a movie or going skating, going to a restaurant, the park, stuff like that.” You tried to explain “the main goal is to spend time together and enjoy each other’s company.”

“But we do that without having to go anywhere.” He said, optical ridges furrowing in confusion. “Are humans unable to enjoy each other unless on one of these ‘dates’?”

“No, but it’s just a chance to go out and do something together.” You said with a shrug “Like when you take me flying, that would be our equivalent of a date.”

He lit up at the comparison and nodded, still keeping you close to his face plate. After a moment he said “I want another kiss.” To which you laughed, and happily obliged.

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Gonna call this one done. Seeing as how it’s been roughly 4 years since I was actively drawing Transformers art, it’s nice to know I haven’t gotten too rusty… lmao.

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Happy holidays! Cya next year!

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@its-elioo latest chapter of [Robots and Magic] Between Claws had me go

Anyway, have some Fluttershy and Predaking scenes from the fanfic ☺️

I swear to God, Predaking is so hard to draw 💀 so do excuse some mishap of him sksks

Also, I can't help myself but to draw the angst scene of Fluttershy and Bee arguing, although this is just expression and drawing practice

I love drawing expressions ☺️

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You can tell I’ve been thinking about TFP a lot

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Can do Resquest TFP Predaking which court the reader who is a predacon femme

Flamebound Hearts.

Predaking was not accustomed to softness. For as long as he had roamed the earth, his world was shaped by survival, power, and a lingering resentment for how the Predacons had been erased from history. But all of that began to change the moment he met you.

A Predacon femme—rare in the universe, rarer still to have survived the ages. When Predaking first sensed your presence, it was like a dormant ember within his spark flared to life.

The first meeting was cautious.

He had felt your energy signature on the wind, carried through the icy cliffs of his domain. At first, he thought it might be a trap—another trick by the Autobots or even Megatron to undermine him. But when he laid optics on you, all thoughts of deceit fell away.

You were magnificent. Your form was sleek yet strong, your wings glinting under the faint sunlight that filtered through the snow-dusted skies. There was a quiet confidence in the way you held yourself, but also a wariness that mirrored his own.

"You," he growled, voice rumbling like distant thunder. "Who are you?"

You raised your helm, meeting his piercing gaze without flinching. "I could ask you the same question, mighty Predacon king."

The title, though laced with a hint of teasing, stirred something in him. It was not mockery—there was respect in your tone, a recognition of his authority.

"I am Predaking," he declared, his wings flaring slightly. "Ruler of the Predacons. And you?"

You tilted your head, a small smirk playing on your lips. "You may call me Y/N. A wandering soul, seeking answers... and perhaps, purpose."

Predaking found himself drawn to you in ways he couldn't explain.

At first, he rationalized it as a mere interest in your survival. Another Predacon, a kindred spirit who had endured the trials of time and war—how could he not be intrigued? But as the days turned into weeks and your visits to his domain became more frequent, he realized it was more than that.

He was courting you.

It started subtly. He ensured there was prey left in the hunting grounds, an unspoken gesture of provision. He allowed you to share his space, a rare privilege no one else had been granted. And when he spoke to you, his usual gruffness softened, his words carrying a warmth he hadn’t thought himself capable of.

"Why do you tolerate my presence?" you asked one day, perched on a jagged rock as he prowled nearby.

"Tolerate?" he rumbled, stopping to look at you. "You misunderstand. I welcome it."

Your optics widened slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing your face. "Why?"

He stepped closer, his massive frame looming yet not intimidating. "Because you are strong. Resilient. A reminder of what our kind once was... and what we could be again."

You smiled, a genuine, warm expression that made his spark thrum in a way that startled him.

The courtship deepened with time.

Predaking began to share more of himself—his thoughts, his anger at how the Predacons were erased, and his dreams of rebuilding their kind. You listened with a patience and understanding that soothed his often restless spark.

And you, in turn, shared your story. The battles you had fought, the losses you had endured, and the moments of joy that still shone brightly in your memory.

"I never thought I’d find another Predacon," you admitted one evening, your voice barely audible over the crackling fire you had built. "Let alone one who... cares."

Predaking’s optics softened. "You are not alone anymore, Y/N. You never will be."

The moment of truth came during a battle.

A rogue Decepticon, foolish enough to challenge Predaking’s authority, had set a trap. You were caught in the crossfire, injured as you shielded a vulnerable Predaking from an explosive blast.

When the dust settled, Predaking was furious—not at you, but at the one who had dared to harm you. His roar shook the cliffs, a sound of pure, unrelenting rage.

But as he turned to finish the Decepticon, he saw you struggling to stand, your form battered but your resolve unshaken.

"Y/N," he growled, rushing to your side. "You should not have done that."

You gave him a weak smile. "Protecting you... it’s instinct."

His optics flared with emotion. "Never again. I will not allow you to be harmed, not while I still function."

In that moment, he realized just how much you meant to him. You weren’t just a fellow Predacon. You were his equal, his partner, his sparkmate.

When he finally confessed, it was uncharacteristically vulnerable.

"You are my match, Y/N," he said one evening, his voice low and reverent. "My spark has chosen you. If you will have me... I would stand by your side, always."

You were silent for a moment, processing the weight of his words. Then, with a soft smile, you reached out, your clawed hand resting gently on his.

"I chose you long ago, Predaking. I was just waiting for you to catch up."

He let out a deep, rumbling chuckle, the sound vibrating through the air. "Then it seems I am yours."

From that day forward, you were inseparable. The bond you shared was undeniable, and even in the face of danger and uncertainty, you stood strong together.

Predaking no longer felt alone in his quest to rebuild the Predacons. With you by his side, he had hope—not just for his kind, but for a future where he could finally find peace.

And in your spark, he had found a home.

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Last order for @randomshinobi. And now I will rest a little

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Its all started cause i dream of star shaped strawberries

I miss drawing weird nonsense

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Can do Resquest TFP Predaking which court the reader who is a predacon femme

Flamebound Hearts.

Predaking was not accustomed to softness. For as long as he had roamed the earth, his world was shaped by survival, power, and a lingering resentment for how the Predacons had been erased from history. But all of that began to change the moment he met you.

A Predacon femme—rare in the universe, rarer still to have survived the ages. When Predaking first sensed your presence, it was like a dormant ember within his spark flared to life.

The first meeting was cautious.

He had felt your energy signature on the wind, carried through the icy cliffs of his domain. At first, he thought it might be a trap—another trick by the Autobots or even Megatron to undermine him. But when he laid optics on you, all thoughts of deceit fell away.

You were magnificent. Your form was sleek yet strong, your wings glinting under the faint sunlight that filtered through the snow-dusted skies. There was a quiet confidence in the way you held yourself, but also a wariness that mirrored his own.

"You," he growled, voice rumbling like distant thunder. "Who are you?"

You raised your helm, meeting his piercing gaze without flinching. "I could ask you the same question, mighty Predacon king."

The title, though laced with a hint of teasing, stirred something in him. It was not mockery—there was respect in your tone, a recognition of his authority.

"I am Predaking," he declared, his wings flaring slightly. "Ruler of the Predacons. And you?"

You tilted your head, a small smirk playing on your lips. "You may call me Y/N. A wandering soul, seeking answers... and perhaps, purpose."

Predaking found himself drawn to you in ways he couldn't explain.

At first, he rationalized it as a mere interest in your survival. Another Predacon, a kindred spirit who had endured the trials of time and war—how could he not be intrigued? But as the days turned into weeks and your visits to his domain became more frequent, he realized it was more than that.

He was courting you.

It started subtly. He ensured there was prey left in the hunting grounds, an unspoken gesture of provision. He allowed you to share his space, a rare privilege no one else had been granted. And when he spoke to you, his usual gruffness softened, his words carrying a warmth he hadn’t thought himself capable of.

"Why do you tolerate my presence?" you asked one day, perched on a jagged rock as he prowled nearby.

"Tolerate?" he rumbled, stopping to look at you. "You misunderstand. I welcome it."

Your optics widened slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing your face. "Why?"

He stepped closer, his massive frame looming yet not intimidating. "Because you are strong. Resilient. A reminder of what our kind once was... and what we could be again."

You smiled, a genuine, warm expression that made his spark thrum in a way that startled him.

The courtship deepened with time.

Predaking began to share more of himself—his thoughts, his anger at how the Predacons were erased, and his dreams of rebuilding their kind. You listened with a patience and understanding that soothed his often restless spark.

And you, in turn, shared your story. The battles you had fought, the losses you had endured, and the moments of joy that still shone brightly in your memory.

"I never thought I’d find another Predacon," you admitted one evening, your voice barely audible over the crackling fire you had built. "Let alone one who... cares."

Predaking’s optics softened. "You are not alone anymore, Y/N. You never will be."

The moment of truth came during a battle.

A rogue Decepticon, foolish enough to challenge Predaking’s authority, had set a trap. You were caught in the crossfire, injured as you shielded a vulnerable Predaking from an explosive blast.

When the dust settled, Predaking was furious—not at you, but at the one who had dared to harm you. His roar shook the cliffs, a sound of pure, unrelenting rage.

But as he turned to finish the Decepticon, he saw you struggling to stand, your form battered but your resolve unshaken.

"Y/N," he growled, rushing to your side. "You should not have done that."

You gave him a weak smile. "Protecting you... it’s instinct."

His optics flared with emotion. "Never again. I will not allow you to be harmed, not while I still function."

In that moment, he realized just how much you meant to him. You weren’t just a fellow Predacon. You were his equal, his partner, his sparkmate.

When he finally confessed, it was uncharacteristically vulnerable.

"You are my match, Y/N," he said one evening, his voice low and reverent. "My spark has chosen you. If you will have me... I would stand by your side, always."

You were silent for a moment, processing the weight of his words. Then, with a soft smile, you reached out, your clawed hand resting gently on his.

"I chose you long ago, Predaking. I was just waiting for you to catch up."

He let out a deep, rumbling chuckle, the sound vibrating through the air. "Then it seems I am yours."

From that day forward, you were inseparable. The bond you shared was undeniable, and even in the face of danger and uncertainty, you stood strong together.

Predaking no longer felt alone in his quest to rebuild the Predacons. With you by his side, he had hope—not just for his kind, but for a future where he could finally find peace.

And in your spark, he had found a home.

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(Only know basic jp sorry if its sounded wrong ;-;)

こんばわ！あなたは（TFP）プレダキーグ描きにすごいです！（私は推しプレダキーグですwwごめんね）

あなたは彼を描けてるか？

Sorry if this is a lot of ask ;^;

リクエストありがとう!!

Predaking is soooo cute😚💕︎

Japanese is difficult to translate, so I would be happy if you could request in English😌🫶