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🎂HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PETER CULLEN!!!🎉

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I get so mad every time I remember how badly Megatron, Elita, and Sentinel all fumbled him

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Swimsuit Psylocke from Marvel Rivals 🌺

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Megatron & Chiikawa comm for @freshpickle06 on IG

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The Retired War Legend

Imagine being a reincarnated war general in the Transformers animated universe.

(Author's note: I had this on my mind since that ask. So, I decided to make this. I decided to put this in the Animated universe.)

Warnings: mentions of the corrupt senate, caste system, your life during the war, trouble always finding you, animated Starscream is a warning himself, some violence, you getting called old, Ratchet being himself, Optimus being your fan, some allspark lore, and you being grumpy.

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- Before being reborn into this alien world called Cybertron, you were a war general fighting a war on Earth. In the last days of the war, a bullet went through your heart, and despite the medic’s efforts to save you, you succumbed to your injuries and thus fell in the line of duty. 

- You didn’t really feel sad while you were still conscious. You actually felt quite relieved. The war had gone on for so long that you were more than ready to fall into eternal rest. The only thing that made you feel slightly sad was leaving your loyal troops, who would have been more than eager to celebrate the victory with you. 

- Oh well. Stuff happens. 

- But instead of finding yourself at the steps of heaven or in the flames of hell, you found yourself reborn as some kind of robot in this new world called Cybertron with your past life memories still intact. 

- You were not really shocked about it or your new body. After sating your initial curiosity about your new home world, you decided to take the opportunity to have your retirement and live a quiet life. 

- Despite the possibilities your new life could have offered, you chose a quiet existence as a farmer, finding honest work far more fulfilling.

- Your new life was decent, despite the caste system, a corrupt senate, and absurd taxes. Your community was kind, and you made many good friends and neighbors. Working in the fields brought you joy you hadn't felt in a long time. You felt contented. No more playing soldier in someone else's war.

- Then the war broke out. 

- Due to Cybertron’s problematic system, you tried to stay out of it and be neutral. Both sides had valid causes, but they also had their faults. Neither could be classified as more innocent or right. 

- But then neutral bots started getting targeted, and the Cons began dragging innocent worlds into a war they had no business being part of in the first place. That’s when you decided they had gone too far with their cause.

- You didn’t like the Autobots, but you’d rather side with those who, at the very least, didn’t purposely involve innocent worlds in their war.

- Getting through Autobot boot camp was a bit of a challenge. Your drill sergeant didn’t particularly like you. You completed your training exercises with a few issues, but you often questioned their tactics and refused to adopt a new designation. He might have punished you unnecessarily more than once, which didn’t earn you the best reputation among your teammates.

- Still, you pulled through, learning new skills and retraining your body for combat. You become one of the best Autobot soldiers.

- On your first combat mission, you followed orders as best you could, but your former drill sergeant—now your team leader—was incompetent in his job. He led you all into danger and nearly got you and your teammates killed more than once. And when things got particularly bad, he abandoned the team to save himself, leaving you all to survive on your own.

- In that desperate moment, you took command of the team, led them through the mission, and accomplished it while keeping your teammates alive.

- It allowed you to gain the respect of your team and the attention of the higher command.

- You then formally had your former superior demoted for abandonment and incompetence—which, unsurprisingly, didn’t make him happy. At your team’s insistence, you were promoted to their new leader.

- Throughout the war, you led your team and completed many missions with minimal losses. This allowed you to rise through the ranks, and by applying your past battle tactics and methods, you secured victory in numerous battles. Eventually, you gained command of an entire fleet.

- You earned the name Man’o’War for your strength and brilliant control over the battlefield.

- You might have had a small hand in it when your troops wanted to give you a nickname, and you humored them. You never expected it to become serious, or something that would inspire fear among your enemies.

- After one of your most famous space battles, where you and a handful of bots stayed behind to control a crumbling vessel, flying it into the Decepticon warship to buy time for Autobot supply ships to escape. After escaping captivity with your team, you were given the rank of general. 

- Your unique mentality earned you fear even among the Cons. Your troops respected you deeply and were fiercely loyal, never hesitating to come to your aid. Their support helped you out of tight spots more than once, especially when jealous bots in high command tried to sabotage you.

- Your new reputation even allowed you a few encounters with the Decepticon leader himself, who regarded you as one of his most dangerous enemies. 

- The Autobot leader, Ultra Magnus, held you in high regard and placed great trust in you. It was thanks to you that the Decepticons were held off long enough for the creation of the Omega Sentinel and ultimately winning the war. 

- After the war was finally won and rebuilding could happen, you were offered a seat in the newly built council. However, you declined. You had enough of wars and politics, as it was the main reason the war happened in the first place. Instead, you decided to resign and finally have your retirement, putting a trusted bot in charge of your fleet.

- However, you kinda had enough of Cybertron itself, so you decided to take a ship and find a new home somewhere else. You did not trust the High Council not to pull some scrap to get you back into action. 

- During your travels through space, you eventually stumbled upon Earth. After seeing how much your previous world had changed—and even discovering some old historical records about yourself—you decided to settle there.

-Using some of the tech given to you before you left, you created a holoform to disguise yourself as a human and became a farmer once again. At last, you could enjoy peace and quiet, occasionally interacting with your neighbors and their children.

- But of course, peace never lasts with you. 

- You honestly start to believe some kind of cosmic order has it out for you because some years later, after years of peacefully living as a human farmer, your alien kind found its way to your planet. 

- A group of new Autobots showed up. 

- You had been aware of them when the news first spoke about them. You had followed their progress as the city’s heroes, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t impressed. Unlike most Autobots, who would grovel at the sight of organics, they helped people with their occasional problems and kept them safe from dangerous individuals.

-They showed great promise.  

- Then an old neighbor of yours, Isaac Sumdac—whom you hadn’t seen since his sudden breakthrough in technological inventions and rise to head of Detroit’s tech industry—sent you an invitation. He was rather insistent over the phone and wanted to give his “old friend” a tour.

- You weren’t entirely sure the two of you were friends. Maybe it was just because you were one of the few who listened and didn’t judge him for his enthusiasm for inventing. He was considered an oddball in the neighborhood. Even though he was odd, he had a good head on his shoulder and never invented things for foul purposes.

- And, being too polite to refuse, you accepted the invitation and made your way to Detroit.

- After arriving in the city and at the Sumdac tower, you met your old neighbour, who then introduced you to his daughter and the Autobots. 

- You had an odd feeling about his daughter. You’d never heard that he had gotten married or adopted, and given his public profile, something like that should’ve made the news. Sari herself left you bothered… There was something about her that didn't quite sit right with you.

- You exchanged polite greetings with the Autobots, expressing your respect for their dedication to helping Detroit’s citizens with their everyday problems.

-You were almost surprised by Optimus’s humility. He claimed it was simply part of their duty for being allowed to treat Detroit as their temporary home. His answer made you feel rather pleased. That kind of quality would have made a promising leader.

-You recognized Ratchet, whom you’d met during the war. He looked at you in a way like he recognized you, but when you asked about it, he just shrugged and said you reminded him of someone. Apparently, your disguise was convincing enough to slip past even his sharp optics.

- Isaac gave you a tour around the city, proudly highlighting his accomplishments—many of which had significantly improved the quality of life for Detroit’s citizens. You nodded along, mildly impressed, though some of the tech looked suspiciously similar to Cybertronian technology.

- He then invited you to a press event to unveil a new drone invention. Since you had time to spare, you accepted.

- At the event, however, you had a strange feeling. You felt like you were being watched and that something bad was about to happen. It was an old instinct you retained through your rebirth and war. 

- Partway through the presentation, something hijacked the system of Isaac’s latest invention. The drone went rogue and began attacking civilians. Fortunately, the Autobots were present to respond, while you helped Isaac and Sari evacuate the crowd.

- You left the bots to deal with the malfunctioning drone. It took some time, but they managed to shut down the drone. You then learned about the Allspark and its fragments. 

- Just when things seemed under control, Starscream, a Decepticon you knew all too well, appeared, attempting to steal the Allspark fragment.

- At first, you allowed the Autobots to take the lead in the fight. But then Starscream caused collateral damage, endangering human lives in two separate locations. With the bots stretched too thin to manage all three problems, you decided to act.

- You summoned your true body, causing your “car” to move on its own. Sari was confused when it arrived for you, but she climbed inside anyway as you raced off to deal with the second threat. She had clearly started to suspect something, but once you reached the site, the two of you worked together to get the people to safety.

- But, of course, Starscream had to escalate things. He fired toward you and Sari, intending to blast the Autobot’s ‘pets’. Luckily, you managed to push yourself and Sari out of direct line, but the blast destroyed the ground beneath you, causing you and Sari to fall from the building. 

- With the Autobots too far to reach you in time, you summoned your body and disabled your holoform, causing you to disappear. You then transformed and caught Sari before she could hit the ground. 

- No one saw exactly what had happened at first, but then you fired one of your old weapons and shot Starscream out of the sky. When the dust finally settled, there you stood in your robot form and the Autobot insignia on your chest. Sari stared up at you in awe, resting safely in your servo.

- “Still up to your cowardly tricks, Starscream?” you called out, fixing your gaze on him.

- It took him a nanoklik to recognize you. His optics widened, and he shouted your nickname before turning tail and flying off in panic.

- With the danger gone, the Autobots turned their attention to you as you gently set Sari down. They looked at you in awe as they had never seen Starscream flee with his tail between his legs before.

- “Who are you?” Optimus asked, stepping forward.

- Ratchet stared at you, then muttered your old war nickname in disbelief.

- “Wait—this old geezer?” Bumblebee blurted out.

- Ratchet promptly smacked him on the helm. “Show some respect,” he grumbled, then turned back to the others. “You’re looking at one of the most famous generals in Cybertronian history.”

- The whole team then looked at you with shock when they realized you were the war legend ‘Man’o’War’. Isaac was shocked that his old neighbor had been an alien robot.

- Ratchet asked what you were doing on Earth, noting that you had simply vanished from Cybertron after retiring. You explained that Earth had been your home for the past decades. 

- Then, growing frustrated, you began ranting—angrily questioning why they were fighting Decepticons alone and whether Cybertron’s High Council had been informed. After all, there hadn’t been any major Decepticon sightings since the war ended.

- You then learn the whole deal about the Allspark and that they were stranded on Earth with no communication. 

- The mention of the Allspark left you in silent dread. You had a history with it—one you didn’t care to revisit. Still, you softened and offered them a few old communication devices stored aboard your ship.

- They accepted the offer, and after retrieving the devices, you paid a visit to their current home base.

- The youngsters looked at you with silent admiration, eagerly asking question after question. Bumblebee, in particular, was rather brash and blunt with his curiosity, earning more than a few smacks to the helm from Ratchet. You honestly didn’t mind.

- Optimus seemed to hold you in deep respect. He told you how he had read about your many accomplishments and battles.

- You told him how impressed you were with his leadership and questioned why someone like him had been assigned to a simple Spacebridge maintenance crew. That’s when you learned about his expulsion from the Elite Guard Academy due to an incident in his past.

- You offered him some reassurance, telling him that mistakes happen, and what truly matters is learning from them. You had seen the trust his team has in him, which would be considered rare among the big shots in the Elite Guards. 

- The youngster looked like he was about to have a spark attack, like he was getting an autograph from his biggest idol. 

- Then, you revealed the truth about your connection to the Allspark since Sari's key acted weird in your presence.

-During the war, the Allspark was entrusted to your protection. But after a brutal and costly battle, you made the decision to send it through a Spacebridge to keep it out of Decepticon hands.

- It earned you scorn from the other Autobots, and you never imagined it would be found again.

- To your surprise, the team didn’t respond with anger or blame. They showed supportive understanding since your decision allowed Cybertron’s most sacred relic to stay out of Decepticon hands. 

- When they asked if you would join to help them defend Earth from the Decepticon attack, you refused, having no interest in going back into action. Since there were only a handful of Decepticons, it was not something that required your involvement.

- They seemed a little disheartened, so you promised to step in if things got particularly bad, and that they could use your ship since you had no real use for it, and offer tactical consultation if needed.

- Ratchet and Optimus understood and respected your decision.

- You then returned to your human form, ready to go back to your farm. Sari whined a little, wanting to learn more stuff about you. You gave them your address since you preferred to live in seclusion and avoid unnecessary drama. 

- They’ll be free to visit when needed; otherwise, they should not bother you. 

- After bidding farewell, you drove out of Detroit. Oddly enough, you still felt like you were being watched, but this time, it felt different. It was as if... an old foe was watching you from the shadows.

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ISO • Valorant art commission

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(Flashing lights) Sound on pls :)

Here’s an animatic :D it’s my first foray into procreate dreams, and also my longest solo animatic project! It’s pretty scuffed but I learned a bunch so it’s ok lmao

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Your friend got you a giant ant:

The giant ant lifted your friend up:

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Screenshot redraw of the sillies

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luna snows day off babysitting jeffy

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I had to include context on the second pic because alone this drawing would've been a bit confusing otherwise.

He can be found on Twitter and Bluesky🧍

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Lil sketch of my favourite doctor ✨

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politely requesting a tfa Megs x reader where the reader is the Decepticon Chief Medical Officer as well as his Conjunx Endura and they're fixing him up after a particularly rough battle, and Megs is just using his sultry voice and charms to his advantage to flirt with them as they work 🙏<3

Come get your husband, @therobotsarestuckinmyhead

Doctor of Doom (TFA! Megs x Cybertronian! Medic Reader)

(Takes place during the Great War)

"Don't you think that you can get out of this just because you're the leader, I've got a duty to uphold as your medic. Sit down on the slab." You ordered, not even looking at the big warlord as you typed into your datapad. Emphasis on big. Lord Megatron stood before you in all his glory, and you -- a medic of high command -- only reach up to his pelvis.

He has been avoiding your medic bay for almost the entire Solar Cycle after a fight with Ultra Magnus and his forces. And his subordinates wouldn't blame him, your given title of Doctor of Doom because of how you treat your patients with both a scolding and a slap to the helm- especially to those who did something reckless.

"I am fine-" "I am fine, you say?" You parroted back with skepticism, turning your attention to him, optics glaring at your boss. "Then what part of dented armor, soot from an explosion, and a stab to the tanks is fine, M'lord. Please, elaborate." Your servos clasped together, customer's forced smile spreading across your face as you waiting for an answer.

The room was left in silence, with the exception of a spark rate monitor connected to another patient of yours from the very same mission.

"...I-" Your expression immediately fell, pointing to the medic-slab to your left, "sit your aft down." You turned back to your datapad, making another patient profile for the medical databanks.

You heard the sound of pedes and pistons creaking, accompanied the sound of a thud. Once you were done, you set the datapad down and sat on your work stool to get a better view of your new patient. You took out a sheet of metal that are specifically made for war frames and a wielder.

Aren't doctors supposed to give their patients anesthesia?" Megatron asks in a calm tone, sounding curious. "Ran out of supplies with the wave of patients that came in from today's mission." You said, getting to work on wielding the wound shut, a hiss escaping Megatron's clenched denta. "Besides, this should be considered nothing if such a big, strong 'Con like yourself to think your injuries are fine." You sassed back.

He chuckles, his digits moved under your chin with a delicate touch, directing your helm to look at him. "You would do well to remember who you are talking to, dear. I might decide to punish your for your arrogance to your leader." He spoke in that tone that even he knows that gets to you. A very low, sultry tone of his voice box that brought his admirers -- both past and present -- to their knees, and you were no exception.

But you were to exhausted from your job to currently be affected, the dark circles under your optics being evident of that.

You playfully scoffed, rolling your optics as you pushed his servo back down , "And you would do well to remember who is helping you heal up from your failed escapades. I might decide to blow torch your face plates off with this wielder in my servos, or decode to let you bleed out, dear."

A deafening silence filled the room, before you two busted out laughing. This was nice, you've thought to yourself many times with these kinds of moments of playful banter.

"But, do this again and your sleeping out of our habsuite, love," you spoke with a small smile as you got back to work. Can't have your long time Conjunx dying on you and his forces. He still had a war to win.

He feigned being wounded from your promise, pulling off the dramatic back servo to forehelm with a sad closed-optics expression that would've fooled those that were all spark and no processor. "And here I thought that I was Conjuxed to a loving and caring Cybertronian." He peeked an optic open, a smug grin spreading across his face plates.

"You are," you started just as you wielded that last part to his body, setting the wielding gun on its rest, "I'm just committed to workplace fidelity until it's time to clock out."

You then picked up the tool next to it, lifting the rotary buffer up like it was a servo-held circular saw -- the dim lighting making it look like said tool -- a smirk growing on your face plate. "And I work as the nefarious Decepticon's so-called Doctor of Doom." A loud buzzing sound echoed in the medic-bay.

"But forever my Conjunx."

"As you are mine."

"Uh," a voice spoke up, interrupting the moment, the room going dead silent with the exceptionofa sparkrate monitor. You both turned your helms to the only other patient in the room that connected to said sparkrate monitor. "Can ya not be so mushy-feely right now?"

You pointed the rotary buffer at the mech, "Wildwheel, so help me, either zip it or I rip off your face!" You shouted. "Ok- Yep. Shutting up now." He quickly said, laying back down on his medic slab as the sound of beeping of his monitor slightly speeding up.

You sighed, messaging the space between your optics. "Rough shift?" Your Cobjunx asks. "Unfortunately, and it did help with your delay." You scolded. You adjusted your grip on the buffer, "fortunately, however, you're my last patient."

Megatron hums in thought, "Then, as both your leader and Conjunx Endura, you will have the cycle off tomorrow and rest up. I don't need one of my best subordinates falling short in this war."

You smiled softly, leaning over to give him a kiss while caressinghis cheek plating, "I'll be looking forward to spending that time alone with my Conjunx then. It feels like forever since we've had time to ourselves outside the war."

His huge -- in comparison to your own -- servo enveloped your own, bring it close to place a kiss on the wrist and back of your servo. "I'll be looking forward to it as well, then."

Despite the horrors this war has brought to your planet, you're glad it is kind enough to allow some forms of love to prosper.

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Happy Make a Terrible Comic Day 😝

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I had a funny thought about how Breakdown and Knock Out first met.