#Bonecrusher

[jei-rifni]

can you draw the constructicons? they're my fave characters from the g1 cartoon ^_^

I had this lying in my gallery and i forgot to post it help 😭

Ignore how Hook looks a little weird, i drew him on a different canvas and pasted him there

[keferon]

Imagine me waving my lil hands for you to pick up your drink orders haha

Request from Jackalyote Designs are heavily based disformer’s art

Aaand Constructicons + Jazz + Prowl for tacocatjones. That was..supposed to be a sketch but I got carried away :]

[constructiqueers]

various bcs

[peaskikio2]

Quick ass mock up of Pogcrusher, requested by a friend to make-- I'm sobbing

[arceespinkgun]

From the episode "Heavy Metal War" from the Sunbow cartoon

I think it's really funny how when the Constructicons are introduced everybody stands at attention for Megatron... except for Bonecrusher and Hook who just stand there like they're 2 cool 4 school or something, especially since their leader Scrapper salutes right afterward LMAO I think this is just one of many animation mistakes but it's perfectly in-character XD

[sjincer]

Happy Valentine's Day guys!!! Brought you some silly "Love is..." sketches with some of my favorite ships!!

--- (Each of them based on a real one, references below:)

[bakllori]

🥺

[icecream4starscream]

Part 1 Part 2

Wow! The art quality actually went DOWN, nice!

[dividingcosmos]

There's something about Prowl having doubted a lot of things, having his choices and decisions confusing his friends and even himself, going through a whole mental struggle, and then learning these guys who saw the inside of his brain tell him that "We like how you think!" And his eyes LIGHT UP

And he needs Bee to say that it was ridiculous

Prowl, buddy,,,,

[revelboo]

Humbly requesting some spicy Constructicon snippets 🙏🏻

Sure! 18+ Mass displaced mechs 🌶️

Constructicons x Reader Scenario

• Gasping as an arm hooks around you and your feet leave the ground, your bowl of ingredients wobbles and almost goes off the counter. Before you’re hauled up and draped on your belly on the counter, legs and hips hanging over the edge as you frown over your shoulder to see which of your big, alien husbands is about to ruin your baking attempt. Nose wrinkling at Hook as he leans over you. “I was doing something,” you mutter as his mouth brushes against your neck and his servos start stripping you.

• “I know,” he growls, cupping you to press a servo inside you, stroking as you grow slick so readily for him. Smiling against your skin when you shiver and whimper. “I like it when you’re being domestic.” Freeing his spike, he presses inside you, hearing your next protest trail off as he stretches you. Hips lazily pumping, he drapes himself against you, listening to you make those sounds for him, little fingers scrabbling against the counter for leverage, unable to move the way you want to with him pinning your hips.

• Cheek rubbing the counter as he moves against you, your head turns at a low rumble, a knee bumping the counter as you realize Long Haul’s right there watching the two of you. Waiting his turn as he leans against the counter and frees his spike, lazily stroking himself. Groaning, you hear Hook chuckle in your ear, because he knows exactly what he’s done. Because any time one of them goes after you in a mood, you end up dealing with all of them until your thighs are trembling and you’re so overly sensitive you ache.

• Lifting his chin slightly when Mixmaster enters their shared habsuite and spots him in your miniature habsuite, Long Haul plays with your hair, watching you press your face against an arm with a moan. Always so willing for them even though he’s impatient to have a turn while watching Hook take his time with you. Listening to your breathing grow ragged, whimpering and kicking out a leg as you come apart and Hook snaps his hips against you, bucking deep to fill you. And his slick runs down your thighs when Hook slips free and Long Haul leans over you. “Turn over for me?” Doesn’t want to touch that delicate skin when he’s so wound up. Aching to be inside you. Rolling over as you tremble, he grips himself and slips deep into you with a groan.

• Yelping when the first hard drive of his hips pushes you up and your head bumps the wall, big hands catch your hips and tug you back to the edge as he apologizes. Looking so alarmed you bite into the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing at him. But then he’s always so excitable. Gets lost so easily in your body. Hooking your legs around his waist when he grips the edge of the counter, you still have to brace an arm against the wall when he starts thrusting to keep from sliding. Hearing the counter top cracking under his servos as he ruts against you, almost being too rough. That thick spike driving deep again and again and you startle when servos brush your hair from your temple and you blink up at Mixmaster draping himself against the counter with a sly smile. You’re not going to be able to walk. Again. Especially if they gang up on you.

• Driving urgently into your slick heat, Long Haul groans when you tighten on him, making it hard to move inside you. Fisting his spike and he snarls, thrusts faltering. Filling you as he keeps shallowly bucking, reluctant to pull out just yet. And you whimper, thighs trembling when he leans over you, retracting his mask to brush his mouth against your temple, those eyes hooded and dark with pleasure. “Okay?” He asks, loving how you look right then sprawled under him.

• Sliding an arm under you as soon as Long Haul finally pulls out, Mixmaster hears you make a noise of embarrassed protest. Aware of the mess the other two made, the way their excess runs down your thighs. Brushing his jaw against your soft hair, he carries you to your little berth and your nest of pillows. Doesn’t understand your embarrassment after. You’re always so awkward after being claimed by them, not understanding that he loves seeing you like this. Taken care of, well fragged, and sated, because you’re theirs.

• Easing you down among your pillows, one of his hands grips and pushes up your thigh, his attention on your core as he shudders with a grumbling purr of his engine. “Was Long Haul too rough again?” He asks, servos flexing on your thigh. Waiting and asking. And you love that about them, that if you ask for a break, they’ll give it to you. Let you recover. How many times has Bonecrusher “rescued” you from his brothers and carried you into your little shower to hold you and grumble at anyone who comes near while he gently washes you and fusses over you?

• Rumbling when you pull him down to you, Mixmaster’s mouth covers yours. And you’re so slick that he misses his mark after freeing his spike, the head sliding against you. Nipping at you affectionately when you laugh at him, he grips himself and growls when you arch taking him deep and you’re so tight for him like you were made just to take his spike. Finding an unhurried rhythm as you wrap your arms around his neck, mouth sliding against his. Accepting him as readily as you accept his brothers, their little mate. Pushing your thigh up a little higher and groaning when you fist his spike with a moan. And he can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to feel you touch his spark. Claiming you completed as theirs so tempting. Because then they could keep you.

[jei-rifni]

They are Funny guys i think

[cyliph]

[drill-teeth-art]

-The Death of Prowl-

I don't think we could've cared about you, even if we tried.

[disformer]

threw some flats on this lineart of my old constructicon redesigns from WAY back... they were kind of cute fr

[sjincer]

my friends made a silly little au where autobots are humans and decepticosns are cybertronians who should be scanning the planet for resources and any useful information

but it looks like they all end up smooching humans oh no.

had to draw constructicons (as holoforms) and prowl (police officer paul lol) tho. he thinks he’s going insane at this point

oh yeah and quote by @countkeny about them because i just can't

[punk-rockrz]

mmmmmm my piece for a now cancelled zine. had fun with it but it wasnt meant to be i guess.

(please dont start dragging the discussion about it to my piece. i had nothing to do with choices made, im just one of the artists.)