#look at this boi sparkle.

[gracebethartacc]

I woke up and was haunted by visions aka Mlp redesign/rewrite ideas yayyyy :3

[marciaillust]

The Asougi family :) also a page from the 180p asry dj I’m still working on. I tired make it reminiscent of late victorian family photographs! I might have gotten a bit carried away with the frame haha

[padfoot-lupin77]

Me??? Obsessed with a show?? To the point that I stop studying just so that I can draw the main four’s eyes? For no reason at all? Yeah actually

[moonchemistry]

sunlight family photo

[amiscreations]

Another Andy painting for youssss✨ he really stayed the STWOF era mans went OFF

[the-nation-of-today]

What's one thing you have to do before you go to bed?

[writing-for-life]

Art by Mindy Lee

[sysig]

Impressive action heroes! So cool and dashing and daring! (From he/re, meme still open ♥)

[mattysmarvel]

[22194isbestboy]

why are people in the bttf fandom allergic to joy and whimsy. anyways here’s curly hair marty

[candycryptids]

hewwooo tuesday here's a silly little question for you since your "check it out, frogs!!" blog title always delights me: how do each of your characters feel about frogs? 👀

I *love* Frogs, but how do the blorbeans feel about em...? Well... I had to really think about it TTuTT BUT! Chuu favors mechanical creatures over flesh 'n blood ones, and while her getting to the First is ambiguous and mysterious (being a non-wol, I just try not to think about it too much) She DOES... love the Dwarven Mecha frogs. And. The biggest frog of them all... Formi.... <3 …. So she doesn’t care for frogs much. She has sent Tuesday out frog catching for alchemical ingredients though….

Colette... Doesn't have any feelings this way or that about frogs, really. They're small, they're kinda slimey? but mostly they're just, very small. Except Gigantoads, I suppose, but those are a toad, and decidedly less slimey, by virture of being a toad. The ambivalence remains though! They're not that tricky to fight so long as you know how to wriggle out of their tongue grasp. (I did... take some frog-related Colette pictures tho >:3 I'm just gonna, post em a bit later, since the theme got away from me) Gigantoads make for a decent enough meal so long as you prep the meat right :T the legs are the most edible part yk.

Ishi is much more fond of Poro Roggo's, Matoya's froggy familiars. They're wearing LITTLE HATS ! They wave little canes! They're quite frankly adorable and they have little croaking voices. What's not to enjoy? (And also, there's something really nice about being out in the marshes of Mor Dhona and finding a little frog instead of a Morbol ready to stink bomb you, HAH)

Tuesday shivers when he thinks about frogs (knows the difference between a frog and a toad, still pictures a Gigantoad first, and does not much love being yanked mid-cast from his Ley lines into body slamming range.) Finds just a regular little frog endearing and will get down in the mud and muck to look at it though. Is especially fascinated by frogs that stick to things like leaves and trees and their camouflages uwu He’s the one who likely knows the most about frogs, and would gladly tell you more about them. Probably compares information with Erenville, if they ever meet up in non-life-threatening-situations.

Tangy finds them fun ! If she’s on a walk or a run or an errand and it’s drizzly and she sees a little frog hop across the pathway there’s literally 0 inhibitions in her body that stop her from also hopping or skipping for at least a minute (still on her way, but a frogs leap is so charming. They’re like tiny dragoons! She points this similarity out to Estinien once. Krile laughs, Estinien looks constipated- you know the face.) She also has a weird compulsion to put them into her mouth, though, so if she catches one….. make sure it’s not poisonous. She doesn’t even plan to eat it! They just look like they would fit perfectly in her kitty jaws (she is sometimes correct).

Mochiie had to get used to frog song when he moved to Gridania. The rivers and lakes and greenery abounding let the little critters thrive in a way they don’t particularly on the Steppe. …. He comes around to finding it relaxing and feels uneasy when he doesn’t hear them anymore lmfao. In non-WoL au’s, probably sometimes tasks adventurer’s with catching frogs for alchemical ingredients OR to bring back to the pond he’s been carefully maintaining to encourage the little beepers to live in it. (Btw, his favorite frog singers are the Pobblebonk or Banjo Frog [YT Link], and the Pacific Chorus Frog [YT Link] 🥰)

Levraut…. I’m still not sure. 🤔 I think he’d like them, but he wouldn’t feel strongly about them. He WOULD eat them though. As would Colette and Mochi… I mentioned Tangy liked to stick them in her mouth but actually eating them seems like a waste, since she’s so big and they’re so small. Like eating a blueberry. I can say his favorite frogs would be the Blue Jeans Poison Frog, for their striking jackets of warning colors, and the desert rain frog, whose perfect spherical nature and grumpy face is endearing.

[witchofthesouls]

Okay, snippet of an alternate Cyber!Earth where Jack is directly under Soundwave’s care and Project Morpheus.

(Aka how Soundwave became deeply entwined with the Darbys in this strange, new world.)

Warnings: Mental manipulation, dubcon, implied cannibalism, blood eating, body horror, offscreen torture

“I wanna see Mama.” It wasn't a demand as much as an ask, desperate and yearning as a lost sparkling could be.

Soundwave allowed it because Jack calmed his mother down enough to slip unheeded, a crack in those mental defenses that either repelled him or attempted to eat him.

Jack, as always, was careful to stay at his heels. Quiet like a shadow and so easy to miss, if it wasn't for the occasional tug he did, every now and then. Less of a call for attention more akin to an assurance that he wasn't untethered to the world and be carried away.

He carried him as they stepped off the elevator. Easier to keep track before the sparkling wandered away as they ventured into Shockwave's territory of the ship. Fewer personnel to antagonize his mother, and the ones too hotblooded or too stupid to realize dangers or heed the warnings? Well, their own damn fault.

Shockwave redesigned a holding pen for their recent, willing acquisition. Even from a distance, powerful magnets hummed and plasma sizzled.

“Mama,” the once human breathed to the other, hand reaching out into the lightless cell. Any and all equipment designed to collect data didn't work in that space. Not even a simple light fixture.

A shift and the darkness rippled and unspooled. Countless limbs skittering and plates grinding, lights flickered in the moving void as the massive frame condensed down.

Soundwave spied the vague shapes of Insecticon frames pinned neatly upon the side walls.

There was the familiar sound of birdsong and fluttering feathers as massivr servos gripped the bars, stripped of protective armor, right down to cables of musculature and bare endostructures, skeletal uncaring of the damage or perhaps able to withstand it.

The one called June Darby could escape. Easily. Nothing they designed could feasibly hold her monstrous frame that was beyond an average Cybertronian's capabilities.

“Jack.” The monstrous thing whispered, voice echoing throughout the chamber, a mantra. The EM field, once coiled, now pulsed out in heavy, cold waves, uncaring of everything else as it ate all in her vicinity. “Jack. Jack. Jack.”

Soundwave stared into a visible pair of eyes, haunting and bright on a vague, pale distortion of a face, like a moon hanging in the night sky, hidden by clouds, and slipped into her dreams again.

The dreamscape built concrete floors of an apartment complex and dense woods surrounding the distance. As always, there was rain, this time pattering gently.

Jack was in his arms, curled into his covered neck, both of them human and alone in the scenario. No one else, not even peripheral noise of a quiet town or animals. Just the rain.

The door opened to June Darby, ushering the two inside. Upon the walls, there were insects pinned with precise work, and if he listened carefully, there was strained, dying buzzing.

(If Arachnid didn't cease her focus on Jack Darby, then Soundwave wouldn't need to do anything once she tired of her colony's failures. June would crush her like she crushed every single strange creature that attempted to spirit him away.)

“I'm trying a new recipe.” She called out from the small kitchen, and he smelled spices. The knowledge passively filtered through his mind: cumin, paprika, cayenne, and pepper.

He stayed for dinner for returning Jack from his adventures in the trees.

(Not quite a lie, the boy had a penchant for climbing high points and hunkering down in them.)

It tasted like Energon. Not from crystals or recycled from old rations. There was a peculiar twang on his lips and an electric crawl skittering down his throat.

Energon that was fresh from a living frame.

A dark reminder of his darker days, wandering and lost in the sunless crypts of Kaon's underbelly before Soundwave signed himself away to the gladiatorial clades.

He didn't stop eating. Fuel was fuel was fuel.

Nor did he question when the scene shifted to the living room, TV droning in an indecipherable language. All three of them were on the couch, Jack curled between them and tucked beneath a blanket.

The photographs, framed on the walls and dotting on shelving, stared at him, their discontent and growing wrath obvious.

GET OUT, those eyes demanded, and all the individuals morphed into a single, faceless, heavily-robed figure.

There was a scent of perfumed incense lingering in the air, unease pickling as the foreign defense mechanism of an intruder closed in. The rain pounded the windows, clawing at the glass.

Soundwave carefully nudged the dreamscape. One couldn't stop the sea, but one could guide a river. He needed to be extra careful not to be swept away and subsumed. Better by the water rather than what new game the Veiled One decided.

They're at a park. Vividly green and rain drizzling.

Woodchips wetly crunched beneath his steps as he eyed June pushing Jack's back.

There were others around them, vibrant and colorful, their faces distorted like melting paints, swirling down the drain as whispers and giggles echoed. He held still, mindful not to disturb as dream and memory blended, and it was difficult to tell which was which, and the wrong guess could lead to psychic backlash.

“This is a nice dream,” she sighed, leaning onto his shoulder, warm and real.

“How can you tell?” Even here, his voice was strange, no hints of the long-used distortion, nor did his throat pull from the damage. Perhaps it was an amalgamation of his repertoire to ground the experience. Perhaps it was his original one, aged up with a close approximate. No matter to him. Another mask to be utilized in the dreamscape. Not a broken vow.

“I never took Jack here.” He felt her head shift. “Look there, that tree gave the best rides.”

He followed her pointed finger to a darkly-colored tree, gently twisting its trunk to an easy sway for those riding tires hanging in its branches. From the distance, he spied gleams and glitters in its foliage as leaves showered the people beneath its presence.

They watched for a long time.

The corners rippled and Soundwave didn't flinch when he was pulled elsewhere, expecting another shift, but gently pushed back into his own head.

The vague face had taken on far more distinct features, serene with a motherly focus, and the powerful field calmed to an eddying sensation, like wading into a lake or during low tide. Another pair of large hands with intact protoform had a pool of Energon cupped in their palms as a smaller, skinny set easily bypassed the bars to feed Jack, utilizing micro-transformations to form a spoon with her own fingers.

Jack simply ate, frame crooning at the attention, easily finishing the offer. The spoon morphed into a thin vine, wiping away the excess before returning into a hand, affectionately rubbing a cheek and his neck before parting away.

She pulled back, resettling in the room. Shadows didn't expand, simply curled and still. Pleasantly calm and amiable in the continued presence.

Jack sighed, squirming to resettle on his back. For a moment when Soundwave met Jack's optics, burning bright in that strange grey-blue, Soundwave caught wisps of memories: blood-soaked trees and stained hands with chunks of metal and raw crystal, eyes crushed or pecked out and eaten as well.

The little femme in Starscream's care wasn't the only bloodthirsty thing. No matter how quiet or relatively docile the sparkling was, there was that same bloodthirst and cruel streak.

"Mama's gonna wake up soon," Jack murmured sleepily into his bare neck as they walked away. Dark wings fluttered, and June's gaze never wavered.

[waiting4kraven]

[larkoneironaut]

Here’s the poster for my Mandalorian romance/adventure fanfic! I only need to write the last two chapters, then I’m going to start posting the chapters weekly on AO3, so look out for updates! Next time, you’ll see this painting with the title and a screenshot of the summary! 🖤🩶

[link-sans-specs]

So many lovely closeups, but oh, those pesky specs do be pesking.

But then...

💙🥰💙

GMM2503

We Got Tricked By These Crazy TikTok Videos

[compaculaaa]

*gives sentinel a squeaky magnus hammer toy*

Just like creator!