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4m4zing-gracie · 1 month
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// Some old art I did months(?) ago of Kyogre and my fandomless OC, Nessa (a siren girl).
I might post some stuff about Nessa on here later so that you can know about her depending on my mood.
Either way, this was mostly colouring and lighting and layer experimentation, so I don't have much to say about it other than it was fun to mess with.
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cheesebrackers · 2 months
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I’m getting better at drawing robots :3
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localrobotfragger555 · 3 months
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THERES LIKE NOTHING OF HER I HATE IT 😫😫😫😫‼️‼️‼️ Like I get not a lot of people have watched EarthSpark, but where’s the love for her⁉️⁉️🥺
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sexynetra · 11 days
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The banana taped to the scepter is really getting me good
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ranaid97 · 1 month
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random thoughts but it's been months since his release and my brain still can't make up its mind hshshs
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woolydemon · 4 months
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i was a spot artist in the @transformers-electric-metal zine !!!!
i made the illustration to accompany my friend @bayheart's fic Spectator, Spectated; A Life in Stasis that features their oc Bramble (awesome old catgirl lady. if u even care. u should btw)
It's honestly really cool for this zine to exist, and include a wide array of people working on it <:] AND it's available for free download !!! so if ur interested in the OCs of the Transformers community, this is deffo worth ur time :D! (download link here)
process vid btw ⬇️
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cloudemojie · 4 months
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going back into my project diva phase
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NO, BUT IF TRANSFORMERS WAS A MUSICAL THE DECEPTICONS SHOULD HAVE A SONG LIKE THIS ONE, OR INTERJECT WITH SOMETHING LIKE THIS
I'm thinking they should sing this when Optimus "Dies"
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botboots · 1 year
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capture [megatron, cybertronian!reader]
hi! so sorry for the lack of activity, been super busy getting ready for finals! wanted to post something though, so heres a small draft i started a while ago to try and write more gore/angst stuff, trying to push myself a bit more :) might not be the best thing ive written, but i think its alright enough to post - lmk if you want a part 2!
warnings: blood, gore, torture, death word count: 1.1k (GN, cybertronian!reader) continued under the cut
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The soft creaking of chains is the only sound that fills the barren room. You hang your helm, energon loss and a weary processor debilitating you, limbs heavy with thoughts clouded by fatigue. Lidded optics gaze down to the drying spilled fuel that covered both the floor and your frame. You take a ragged in-vent and close your optics, trying desperately to keep yourself from shaking.
Don’t make them think you’re weak. The others just need a little more time.
A faint mechanical fwoosh greets your audials, and a soft purple light is cast through the open door for a brief moment before being blocked out by a large, spiked shadow. You don’t even make an attempt to look up as heavy footsteps, followed by a lighter pair, make their way to the center of the room where you hang. The chains that secure your arms above you chime against one another as you shift, grimacing at the twinge under your shoulder plating.
“How is our prisoner today, Knockout?”
The cherry red medic slowly waves a scanner over your frame, clear disgust setting onto his faceplates at your state - or more so the state of your finish, ever the most important thing on his processor. Your gaze narrows at the mech while he waits for the scan to process. You had never known of a cybertronian who could be so unapologetically self-absorbed.
Knockout hums and skims over the data pad, tone annoyingly peppy when he answers, “Besides some minor energon loss, I believe they’re capable of taking another session or two before their… expiration, my liege.”
“Good.” Megatron replies lowly, “You’re dismissed.”
As soon as you hear the door close, sharp digits grab your chin. The servo lifts your helm so that you look straight into the warlords blazing red optics. “You only have so much time before my patience runs thin, Autobot.” he threatens, “Where is your base?”
You return his gaze with steeled optics, “Doesn’ matter how many times you beat me,” your voice is littered with faint static as you speak, “‘m never tellin’ you.” Megatron glares at you, opening his intake to disregard your words; but before he can speak you raise your helm and spit at him, a small glob of energon splattering onto his chassis. His optics widen, a hilarious mix of disgust and anger shaping his features - in any other situation, you would’ve laughed.
His narrow optics flit to you before raising a digit and swiping the blue substance from his frame. He flicks it away, and your vision suddenly spins when his fist slams into the side of your helm. Your frame shudders and you grit your denta, trying to let the sharp pain roll off you.
“If you’d like to play dirty,” Megatron snarls into your audial, “then I would be more than happy to accommodate.”
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Energon drips from your intake. You feel as if you had been thrown into a spiked pit, scratches and dents littering your frame. Megatron circles you, running a clawed digit along your form. The sound of screeching metal-on-metal makes you cringe, and you try to ignore the flaring pain it leaves in its wake over your already battered plating.
He drops his servo from your frame, moving in front of you to raise your helm once more. He says nothing, only glaring. You return his gaze, exhaustion clear, but he doesn’t miss the glint of challenge in your optics. Megatron isn’t an idiot - he knows your type, and he knows you meant what you said.
The warlord snarls, “If you refuse to tell me the location of your base,” he raises his servo. “Then I will at least take the opportunity to thin your ranks!” Panic floods you right before he swings down, claws ripping through your chassis; bright, blue energon splattering onto both of your frames.
You wail - hot, white pain overtaking your thoughts. You thrash and kick out, sending Megatron stumbling away from you - but all of your attention is locked onto the excruciating pain taking hold of your body. Optics blown wide, you can’t help but stare as energon spills from the four, deep gashes carved into your chassis.
You barely feel his servo grab your helm and violently shove it upwards, trying to force the last of your attention on him.
“You should have taken your chance.” He sneers, sharp denta glinting as his gaze bore into yours.
You can’t look back. Not with any real meaning behind it. The only thing you can process is the pure, unfiltered agony taking over your frame. It was spark-splitting, and you can do nothing but wallow in it as Megatron makes his way towards the exit; leaving you heaving as you bleed onto the floor from the chains that suspend you.
Not moments later, you feel the ship rumble. Blaster fire can be heard behind the door, and you feel a sliver of hope grow in your spark. Even if they can’t save you, at least you won’t spend your last moments alone on a Decepticon warship. However an explosion jolts your frame, twisting you at a particularly painful angle; you cry out, venting labored as you try to re-focus on the sounds outside - anything but lingering on the torment of your wounds.
The gunfire dies down, and you hear a shout. Their voice wasn’t familiar, but you didn’t particularly care at this point - as long as you were given a chance at escape, you couldn’t give less of a scrap about what faction, or lack of, the bot saving you aligned with.
The door slides open. With strained effort, you lift your helm just enough to see who it is. You tense up in apprehension - this isn’t anyone you know. They were slightly blurred to you, but from what you can make out their frame is silver and blue with two red stripes on the top of their helm, and comparatively smaller than most of your comrades. Whoever it is, they seem to freeze as soon as they lay their optics on your mangled, energon covered form.
You probably looked dead.
The bot runs out, and for a moment fear seizes you at the prospect that they thought you were already gone, and decided that a sparkless Autobot wasn’t worth their while. You try to call out, but you only irritate your wounds - your chassis throbs as your voice fizzles out into static. All you can manage is a whine as you curl in on yourself; only managing to lift your knees a few inches upwards.
Your venting stutters. Tears well up in your optics. Your frame begins to shake. 
You were going to die here.
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drawedherbarium · 9 months
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forgot to post this
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honeysanghyuk · 9 months
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Cr: 🖤
Excuse me????
Whoever is styling Hyuk in his new company, tysm🖤
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4m4zing-gracie · 4 days
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// Alright, let's all put our DBD and Hellaverse brains together for a moment and think.
Besides the very obvious Alastor, what characters from either Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss would be a good killer and for what reasons?
And on the opposite end of that coin, who'd be good survivors?
UPDATE: After much thinking, I personally think Lute would be a sick-ass killer, even if she may not be 100% on board with following the Entity's order due to what that thing is
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acoffeemug · 2 months
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Déjà Vu
Millions of new sparks and yet...
I always have this feeling.
Like...
I've already been here.
POV:
Tiny bells rang when I walked in
I sat in the counter chair
When the bartender serve a bot beside me.
My spark suddenly stop for a moment, my mind blurred.
I saw something familiar on the counter top
A single curly straw.
It's just a straw, I know, but I felt like, I've already seen it.
I stared a bit, feeling the Déjà Vu.
Suddenly my optic caught something under the counter.
~~~>*<~~~
He immediately bend down to grab one of the curly straw in one swift motion that it accidentally stumble the other customers cube of energon.
He intently looked at the curly straw, not noticing the mess he made.
Making the other bot wave it's servos in front of him and that almost got his attention.
The bot asked in a concerned tone "Are you okay?".
The newly arrived bot only mumbles to himself aggravated "No... that's not it" that made the other bot leaned in to hear what he said but no luck.
The bot became more concerned that his questions was left unanswered "Ummm..." said the bot then tries to wave again in front of him to get his attention.
He jolted, "Huh? Huh!"
Realizing he made a mess.
The bot across him asked again "Are you okay?"
"Oh, I'm sorry.... did I.... perhaps cause this mess?" he said as he came back to his senses.
"It's fine but are you okay?" the bot asked again looking at him concerned.
"Oh, no no no I'm fine, I don't know what got into me." he said a little frazzled while waving his servo.
"Next time, you can ask for it y'know." the bartender said, with a worn out tone, across the counter holding a new cube looking a little bit grumpy.
"I'm really sorry, I'll be keep that in mind" he said groggily while he steady his head while resting his arms on the counter.
The Bartender picked up the empty glass of cube and puts the new cube for the other bot.
"Glad to know" he said with a huff.
"You want a drink? You seem out of it?" The bot asked kindly and gestures the bartender for more cubes.
"It's fine...I'll just head out" He said calmly while brushing his face as he then pick himself up to leave.
As he walks away, the other bot exclaimed "But you just got here!" While pointing his servo across his chair.
He only smiled to the bot as he made his way to the door.
He only saw in the corner of its optic that the bot is squinting at the bartender. While the bartender nonchalantly asked, "What?"
When he was outside of the establishment he immediately took his glasses off.
Then he felt like he was still holding onto something.
He saw that he's still carrying the curly straw he got under the counter.
He stares at it again dejectedly and with longing.
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Idk if I got the emotion well :/
Sorry if my english or writing style is a bit messy.
I just noticed this idea went to Imah just practice sketch Rung to make a little story about Lunarian 113...
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Firebrands stuff idk
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They went to take a nap afterwards (Avar was very tired)
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HLVRAI fandom try not to kill an already small/dying fanbase challenge failed.
I've never written a fanfic in my life and here I am working on two (2)!!!!! frenrey ones. Trying to do my absolute best with writing all characters involved and I keep seeing posts just absolutely shitting on people who "mischaracterize" the characters in fanfics/fanart by doing "x, y, z, etc." with a lot of people agreeing and complaining about it and like...I don't even want to write anymore bc y'all just suck the fun and joy out of it.
Not to mention the amount of toxic posts about how if you "do/don't draw a HLVRAI character x, y, z way then it's wrong and blah blah blah". Got me fucked up and making me confirm that the decision to never post any of my art (bc I know it's not great but I'm trying my best just like everyone else here is!!!!), is the right way to go.
This fandom is barely alive as it is and y'all have the gall to go and shit on content creators for not doing it "correctly" or 100% accurate to the source videos??? Take a minute to think about how maybe the creator is new to writing/drawing for the fandom or that the way they do something is to make THEMSELVES happy and they want to share it with the rest of the fandom in hopes that someone else will like it too?
The bad lot of you never fucking learned the basic rule of "if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all" or to idk...have some common decency?
Maybe just ignore or block something you don't like and go about your day like a normal adult?? Crazy concept I know but it works and you guys should try it sometime instead of hating on people who are literally providing free content and taking time out of their life to produce it bc its fun and makes them happy.
I'd say I'm sorry for the rant but I'm not. Some of you need a reality check about learning how to treat others even if you don't agree with the way they do something, or just need to learn to grow up and ignore shit you don't like. It's not hard at all and it'll make your life so much better I promise.
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As for the good part of the HLVRAI fandom, I give you all a little smooch on ur forehead and tell u I'm proud of you all for doing what u guys do 💙
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nereidaa · 4 days
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i think i shouldn’t think so much about this boy from my school
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