#prowlstator

[bloominglegumes]

a bit of pride themed doodling,,

(hcs/flags are largely just me being goofy dont take them too seriously)

[nuclearjacks]

Inktober Day 30: Prowlstator

I did busts of these guys as an easier alternative to body shots, but I wound up not being able to tell any of them apart 😵‍💫 so if I accidentally drew one of the wrong Constructicons who is not in fact involved with Prowl in the IDW comics, my b, I can’t put names to these faces to save my life jdhchfhdjf

Anyways, I love this giant ship, please always give Prowl more boyfriends!!! (And please gimme fic recs I beg🙏🙏🙏)

More under the cut vvv

[jei-rifni]

UUUMMMMMMMM oops 😋

[prowling-muffin]

Been busy but I did find enough time to doodle myself a new pfp

[theomaru]

mandatory eva reference

[clownswamp6]

Some sketchbook pages :) (it's mostly rodimus lol)

[maplesyruplover]

I will be going feral for this indefinitely and am def going to buy. I love Prowlstator sm.

[breakdownsbuttlights]

Prowl + Constructicons

[cumjunxendura]

Happy Valentine's Day from the Constructicons & their grumpy unicorn!

[crying-fantasies]

In health and sickness

Masterlist

Many words could describe him at the moment.

Overprotective, over doting conjunx, overwhelming, overbearing and many others that could be an excellent reflection of his actions and reactions, it's the second one that catches him off guard because he isn't sure if it was due to embarrassment or that it felt like a joke at his expense.

There are little options when his system charge way before the programmed hour, not knowing what is going on before his sensors show him in deep red alarms a focus of temperature in the room and the low registration of CO2 in the room, there is a way too short time for decision making as he finds you looking at the ceiling without blinking, chest hardly moving before a horrendous sound erupts, like an engine got stuck somewhere or a spark giving up, almost like a dying cybertronian or an idiot that consumed some corrosive substance.

He has heard both frequently in the battlefield, that's his excuse to call, and appear, at ungodly hours to the nearest clinic going full police car, poor the souls of any mech on his way while you were hardly battling off the mucus on your throat and the pain of your insides twisting, churning, trying to get whatever kept oxygen out of your lungs.

Nothing too hard, just the main problem being what humans call a virus, Prowl has to download once again the basics of your species and the recently updated papers about the whole deal, how did it came to Iacon when he was so sure the outbreak was limited to Stanix? How is it possible that there is no cure for this humorless pest, almost strangling the medic with his bare servos when the indications of "just let them rest well, a lot of fluids and a healthy diet" were all he could give you apart from medicine to only temporarily placate any symptoms.

Prowl knew that humans had a terrible automatic cleansing and protective program, but it still was ridiculous how it only took a little microscopic individual to have you in the verge of dehydration and suffocation, assaulting as an opportunist in your weakest state of mind to have him saying the same as always: you don't have to work, he'll take care of everything, you don't have to stress yourself because here you're safe, but his words aren't that believable as this is the result of the heat generators in the city falling once again because he can't still keep the energy flow uninterrupted, your little body caught in a decreasing temperature in mere minutes before someone else gave you a heated metal blanket to stop a freezing coma or something worse.

There is nothing left to do, only make it bearable for you, as long as it can last because even the most advanced remedies are lacking and he can't have something better in at least a few more years when he needs them by yesterday when it all began.

"It's okay", you try to calm him, knowing well how under his stoic faceplate he is freaking out, you just have to see how far Prowl is going, this is his second day working from home, his scowl is present as always but the way his door wings move at any sound from the street show just right how in the edge he is.

Somehow, your words seem to make it worse, his angry expression almost scares you, "don't talk back now", is his only response, putting a little cube with warm lemonade next to your side of the berth, internally, you cringe, thinking of the warm but also stinging fluid going down your sore throat, thinking how expensive a single lemon is in Cybertron.

But, above all else, seeing him so on edge puts you in the same circumstances, trying to talk him down from submitting a complain to Stanix's medical officers regarding the virus now in Iacon, he is so engrossed in it, not even putting his datapad down when there is an obvious notification of intruders on your door, Prowl only gives it attention when Bonecrusher ends up decimating the door of the living quarters by brutal force, falling with it and still punching the poor thing, growling and roaring like a wild animal, soon after the rest of the constructicons follow, but they look in a way you've never seen before from them.

Wild gazes, bared dentae, vents puffing out hot air, their armor moves and stands threateningly, they look murderous enough for Prowl to hold you in his servos, almost preparing himself to be attacked before Long Haul claims, "Where is it?! Where is the slag fragger, son of a glitch-?!"

Turns out, Prowl's anger and worry could be felt by them.

Turns out, also, that they don't have his filter of supposed control.

"What? What is this?"

Turns out, easily freaked decepticons, who have very little real interaction with humans, shouldn't enter the medical area of a corny website probably made by a doctor wannabe.

And it shows, in how Hook push them all out of his way when you cough once again, too hard this time, the paper on your hand now with a tingle of blood in between, before any word of assurance can be said from your part Prowl is the first to hold you near, Hook is fast to ask what is going in and someone is already crying out loud for a medic.

So much for a peaceful Saturday morning.

"This will do, this has to do the work", Mixmaster usual anxious movements seem to reach another point, normally steady servos seem to shake ominously when mixing something that smells like bleach, "concentrated citric acid, this'll kill it, show that thing not to mess with us", a drop of the thing reaches the table, an acid like reaction eating away the metal, Long Haul and Scavenger look with dread as the thing keeps eating part of the floor, smoke frizzing out of it, visors wide with obvious panic, the bigger 'con putting a protective servo over you, using his own frame and stopping his partner to get near in his hysteria while the smallest started to cry yet again while clutching your hand between massive digits, said cries only decreasing when you started to promise you were going to be okay, hard to believe when another coughing session appeared again, "it'll work, I swear, only a few sips of it and those parasites will be gone forever!"

Hook shouted too, "it's vitamin C! Vitamin C!", he holds down Mixmaster, who at the end just let's go of the cube with a strangled growl.

Prowl would never admit it but he could act normal if Long Haul was watching over you.

"We should punch them in the faceplates", Bonecrusher keeps going, going from one side of the place to the other, barely kept anger on him.

You try, you really do, to push yourself out of the different blankets above of you, but they have made the sentence of "keep warm to improve the process" a lot more unnecessary, as you're sure at least one of those is your weighted blanket, "I'll be fine" you promise once again, mucus on the nose, throat incredibly raw, pretty sure they can read the increasing fever in their sensors, Scavenger is the one closest to you, and is also the one hearing every word of yours and give it real credit, "this takes a week as much, just let it-"

Another fit of coughing erupted, and this time followed by sneezing, more blood coming and showing like an alarm on the white tissue, and someone shouting "MEDIC!" as if you have just been injured on the battlefield.

You're ready to die from mortification, preparing your lengthy apology to whoever has the disgrace to treat you as Prowl drives back to the hospital with 5 constructicons after him.

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For my Prowl lovers fellows (sorry for the constructiprowl content but boy I love all of them together) @dundeey, @lovenotcomputed and @ikkosu.

[cowerandprey]

Metroplex and Devastator inspired by @keferon 's snowbots au!! Plus a little Magnus

[tinman-musings]

"You may look black and white, but underneath - you're Constructicon green"

Capping off a long work week by drawing Prowl in the Constructicon's colors. This was originally a silly little comic idea with my friend but i decided to just do one illustration for now. will probably revisit and do the Constructicons in Prowl's coloring.

Just thought it would be fun to see Prowl match the rest of his guy squad. i drew his G1 version because I need more practice to tackle the IDW designs in a way that I am satisfied with.

[dramamelon]

With Prowl in the divorced swag tournament, I'm hit with the utter realization that Prowlstator was absolutely an arranged marriage.

[jei-rifni]

I spent months on this im SO HAPPY YAAYYY

Inspired by the Nami One Piece colour spread

This one!

[crying-fantasies]

omg i cant wait for number 7...!!!! 😳

OMG! @dundeey it's been a while!

This one is for all the Prowl enthusiastic group, because he can't have peace if he ever gets together with a human.

I mean, apart from the cosmic rust disease and some other things cybertronians don't have to really be weary of a lot of diseases, and sad enough those were things that in the past had cure, but after being used and upgraded during the war, well, those are real threatening now.

So after seeing my coworker keep on insisting that she was "fine" while almost coughing out a lung and having to call her family to take her home, well, out of all the mechs only one would try to fight with strategies a literal virus and fail miserable, because no matter how much water or good diet you get, that little microscopic thing will find you, Hook is also the most likely to declare war to that thing while Bonecrusher and Mixmaster are the first ones to enter in anger induced panic, Scavenger is lying on the floor leaking cleansing fluid from his optics.

The constructicons are horrified by the whole display, because Prowl can't do something, the fleshy doctors can't do something, no one can do slag and you've to stay in bed suffering and doing horrible painful sounds not alike a dying mech as everything Long Haul can do to help is hold your tiny hand on his digits because what do you mean it can tear open a line of life fluid if you cough or sneeze too hard? Doctor, doc, what do you mean that some variables of this microscopic scrap can kill a human? What do you mean you don't know if this one is the deadly one or not? What do you mean it can mutate to something worse?! Doctor? DOCTOR!

[cowerandprey]

hate this guy. and yet he calls to me