#Predaking

[emperor-kumquat]

Just sharing Predaking bot references that I screenshoted when drawing him myself. I needed his chest from the side so I did a breakdown of him turning. Here are a couple of extras too

[animeaddict578]

What if one day Megatron had enough of Starscream’s antics and decides to send him to Shockwave to finally make him useful to the army

What if Shockwave uses Predaking’s CNA to enhance Starscream to become Predaking’s mate because he’s been begging for one for a while now and now Starscream’s frame became that of a Predacon

What if the plan backfired now that Starscream is stronger and now has more than enough power to fight against Megatron

And what if when Megatron opens Shockwave’s lab that recently blew up due to “unforeseen circumstances”, he sees this…

[mouseycometz]

Predaking’s transformation sound is bizarrely attractive.

Oh, also. That VOICE.

[nekfores]

— mother is mothering

[greensoulmay]

"Dad, quick! Hold this...now our heart’s complete!" "Your statement is illogical. This is clearly part of a horn fossil." Happy Father’s Day to everyone! May every obedient son win his father’s heart.🧡💜 ------ 在這個父妻節，願天下父子終成有情人🧡💜

. . .

[orions-hound]

shoutouts to TFP for subverting the expectations of a huge tough guy character by making them actually very genuine and caring not once,

not twice

not three times

but at LEAST four times

thats dedication to make your characters more complex than whatever trope box they check upon first glance

[cloowwwwn]

some stupid doodles from magma with my friends-

[devilart2199-aibi]

Some blushy faces with the TFP Decepticons! (u v u)

[keferon]

Well. We are just one magical ingredient away from the liquid death potion

Also I saw you all got hyped up for dragon Elita but uh. You see there were two dragons I had planned 😐 Elita is more on the Mimics au territory:)

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[aakiwa]

Cute-Waves doodle page

[techhiz]

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.

[lintufriikki]

predaking doodles 🐉

[mouseycometz]

I’ll always be obsessed with the fact that Predaking would’ve 100% killed Megatron here if Starscream didn’t intervene using one of his missiles.

Starscream saved his life. He literally saved Megatron (the person who physically abused him and psychologically broke him), even when he had nothing to truly gain from it.

Sure, you could make the argument that Starscream just didn’t want Predaking to turn on him after he killed Megatron.

But the thing is…

This is a genuine look of concern. And he never showed any signs of betrayal or any ambition to usurp him in Season Three. Plus, he was genuinely distraught when Megatron was stabbed by Bumblebee during the show’s finale.

And how does Megatron repay him for rescuing him? He doesn’t. He just shoves him to the side, even when Starscream moved out of his way beforehand.

If you look closely, you can even see the slight expression of fear on his face.

It’s such a subtle detail, but literally says so much.

[snarkystarseeker]

RAARRRRGGHHHGH 💕💕

[startheskelaton]

Nightflyer has always been communicating with the ghost of Predaking whoever kinda like the ancient ancestor of flying transformers. He was always ment to be a predicon but yet he emerged much too late to be one. Even though everyone around him praises him for how perfect and gorgeous his body is, he doesn’t see himself in the mirror. Just because you are beautiful by society’s standards, doesn’t mean you’re beautiful to yourself… true beauty is in being able to find comfort in your own body.

[kibermonakh]

shockwave and whale comm! + bonus