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prowlop height difference

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(I just wanted Orion to greet teeth at Sentinel, I think Sentinel could mention somehow that he regrets the loss of such a figure as Senator Shockwave, I think Orion wouldn't like how he could say it)

Song: CRAWLERS - Come Over

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Bad dominated bitch bird

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Op and his other toxic girlfriend

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gradient map is kinda fun...

process + doodles below if anyone wants to see >:)

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this joke has definitely been done before but it'll never not be funny to me ✌️

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lovesick leader

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Let's pretend that I haven't been missing for a month...

Ahem..... In general, there are not many Optimuses. So... here.

WHERE DID THE ART GO WITHOUT THE "MASTERPIECE" FILTER?

In short, yes.

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A sparkache that doesn’t go away

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megs' designs kicked my ass but hey i finished them continuation from here

+more stuff:

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humanformers Optimus ideas got me in a chokehold and i had to get it out of my system before i implode--

+bonus comic:

EDIT: i made a post for megs' design

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Simpatico short fic

“Did you make this gun ?” Perceptor roughly asks a startled Brainstorm as the door to the lab closes with a loud thunk.

“… depends on if it worked well ?” the engineer hesitates, not knowing how to interpret Perceptor’s screaming fans and erratic arrival.

Perceptor marches towards him and for a split second Brainstorm feels like he’s being cornered, like he’s about to be eaten alive. Perceptor doesn’t stop until he encroaches straight into Brainstorm’s personal space, forcing him to step back until his jetpack meets the bench with a screech of metal on tile. The rifle demagnetises from Perceptor’s back with a click, and he swiftly catches it without even looking, propping it against the table.

“Was it good ?” Brainstorm squeaks out, desperately trying to distract himself from the shameful fact that all the deadly attention is making his processor swim with thrill.

Perceptor does not answer. Instead, he grabs Brainstorm’s left hand, the one he knows from discreetly observing Brainstorm at work hides a multitude of precision tools, lifts it up to his face and kisses the plating of the fingers that built and calibrated his gun.

“Bullseye at 2500 metres,” Perceptor says lowly as his lips brush the words onto Brainstorm’s hand.

It takes all of Brainstorm’s willpower to stop his fans from turning up three notches. What does not go unnoticed by Perceptor though, is the hitch in the low hum of his jet engines. But Brainstorm doesn’t even dare move an aileron. He would build a thousand guns, each an augmented, deadlier version of the last, if it would bring him Perceptor’s undivided attention like this.

The sniper shoots him one last devastating, satisfied smile before letting go of him. Brainstorm narrowly avoids a full CPU crash at the sight, and motionlessly follows him with his optics when the scientist casually walks into the decontamination unit to get the battle ash off his armour. He knows he did not imagine the way Perceptor’s fingers lingered on his palm when he let go of his hand, just like Perceptor knows that gun was made just for him, an exact copy in body yet more lethal version of his old sniper rifle.

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I stumbled upon this post and it made me think of them haha

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did you know

IT HAS BREACHED CONTAINMENT

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Another quickie, Ring! :D

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Shhhh they're communicating

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Lost Light sillies