I would kill for a Prime/Rescue Bots crossover where the Decepticons try to invade Griffin Rock.
Everyone thinks they'd be pushovers, but look at the amount of the tech they've encountered that can take down Cybertronians. Magnetic deadzones. Bot-snaring wild plants. Shrink rays. and an island-wide forcefield for defense.
"Human tech couldn't beat a Decepticon army!" I have two words for you. WEAPONIZED VOLCANO.
"Hey could I have a Self-care Kit with my blorbo Cody Burns from Rescue Bots? With a green color theme. Could it have stuffed animals like frogs, chocolate mint ice cream, blankets, coloring books, basketball balls, and family photos?" -anon requested
Can we please talk about the fact that fairies, (living) dinosaurs, ghosts, and time travel are cannon in transformers rescue bots?
Edit: Or that the Burns family could have been royalty??
Don't even get me started on the fact that Horace Burns was a colonizer and that they tell us about Chief's Grandfather, Zachery, but not his fucking parents.
Sketching some ideas for Vandal Savage and took inspiration from other cavemen. I looked at the works of Genndy Tartakovsky (Primal's Spear, clearly, but also General Modula and General Steel from Sym-Bionic Titan); Ira, a caveman from an episode of Transformers: Rescue Bots; and Gnarrk from the Teen Titans cartoon.
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Kids shows get a bum rap all the time. I try changing that by showing that “maturity” isn’t about violence and gore and “complexity” doesn’t have to be so complex that you can’t root for anyone. I like having set good and evil as starters, with complexity coming from those caught in-between. That’s where the redemption arcs and falls from grace happen.
Kids shows have bright colors but adult…
There he stood, the soul desire and lust of his spark; Chase. He was a magnificent blueberry color, the scent of freshness following with him as he walked with those small yet wide pearly white hips of his swaying side to side. It was annoyingly hard not to stare, and absolutely irresistible not to do the one thing Heatwave had in mind...
Squeeze.
"Gah!" Chase yelped, jolting straight up in a mad blush. Feeling what could only be a servo lingering on the bottom curve of his aft, cupping him firmly with a few curls of his digits in pressure.
"What's the matter?" Heatwave asked, rubbing small circles into his aft with his thumb. "Cat got your tongue?" He paused, smoothing his servo over the curvy metal roughly. "Or...something else?" Breathing into his audios in a hushed purr he leaned over Chase's shoulder. A smirk revealing itself over his dermas.
Chase was far too gobsmacked to even produce words that weren't either a stutter or simply nothing at all. Mind racing a mile a minute yet his movements stiff and unmoving as he locked optics with Heatwave's fiery amber ones, his mouth slightly agape and faceplates a tinted blue mess.
Staring for a moment at his lover in contemplation Heatwave chuckled, a deep rumbling sound emitting from deep within him. A wonderful sound Chase would make sure to save to his databanks. "That's what i thought," he claimed. Removing his servo in a sliding motion, the grading of metal tickled up Chase's spine.
When Chase thought things were over he relaxed his posture, feeling the touch of the other leave him. But what he wasn't expecting was when it came back in a faster motion, creating a rather loud slap sound echoing around the large room. "Heat-!" He yelled before quickly covering this mouth, obviously not wanting to alarm the others. "Wave..." He finished in a muffled voice, squinting in suspicion at the firebot who had only looked back to cockily smile at him with a laugh before exiting the room.
His gaze eagerly followed the crimson bot until he disappeared behind the open door frame. Chase stared after Heatwave for a while longer, wondering how he managed to surprise him again. How Heatwave managed to cause such an explosion within him so quickly, and with such little effort.
"Why did he do that..." Chase muttered under his breath. His hands clenching into nervous fists, still feeling where Heatwave's hand made contact with his body, a faint ache already beginning to bloom from the heat of his embarrassment.
He didn't know whether to be grumpy or humiliated, but one thing he did know was he definitely wanted more of the mech. Wanted him to do something much more to him... The mech was a mystery at times; one of the most intriguing bots Chase had ever come across. Not only did he have the ability to affect him like this but also the drive to actually try to achieve those goals. He wondered if it was possible that they were compatible somehow, beyond the teasing Heatwave granted him and the small affection they shared for one another.
There had to be more, and Chase would make sure of it.