#Move tf on.

[goosegooserevolution]

peace negotiations are going...well?

[bloominglegumes]

shoutout to idw transformers for having drift

[finding-you-in-any-world]

“who would win a hot dog eating contest?”

“is that an innuendo”

“yeah”

“me”

“yeah dan”

was actually entirely too much information, i would watch 100 different cuts of the no but seriously imagine it before before i listened to that again…

[avastazyana]

[yuukirita]

Cuddle Bug

I wrote something cute C: And I drew art for it-

We all love cuddly Bee.

[startheskelaton]

Don’t look down.

I've been wanting to draw this "Howls moving castle" refence with Sparkplug and Nightflyer for a while. So I jazzed it up a bit with the medieval AU. let's just say there is a monster hidden in Starscream's kingdom, but it may not be who many think it is.

[swannsways]

🤸 Dominic Sessa as Angus Tully 🤸 – The Holdovers (2023)

[swervesbar]

[syntiment]

Cicada shells and missed opportunities A song that cries out to be heard.

In some ways, Starscream reminds me of a Cicada. Will I ever stick to drawing a consistent design for him? Probably not. At least he looks cool.

[eaissilyy]

Trust me I know what the formless mother is thinking. It revealed to me in a dream. The outer god has reached me. Anyways the lands of shadow’s formless mother franchise is not looking good. (Sorry bloodfiend. why do you have a weapon that is just called… fork?)

I used to draw FM as in Miquella’s egg with a arm, but now had to change to a bloody flesh of armless meat. Don’t know if this is a downgrade or not but girl your range of appearance is WIDE.

[hangryshawn]

charmed + disarmed

[temeyes]

not feeling too well today, so just some quick busts for now

[transmasculinizing]

ik people dont see the appeal of letting bruce b anything but white bc "oh hes the product of rich white privilege" or whatever but listen. listen. the way he talks to his kids is so brown parent with undiagnosed autism level communication skills to me

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

You know what, fuck you, I'm not listening to your bullshit anymore *takes out my hearing aids*

[transformers-synergize]

Finally moved into the new place and can finally start working on pages again. Hopefully real life goes smoother while working on future batches so I can get stuff out faster.

Also Random proto prowl panel

[altcvnningham]

shotgun

adler x f!bell

summary: quick rough drabble inspired by this post, a little by this post, probably should look at the first one for picture reference bc damn it’s confusing to write read on ao3

tags/cw: established adlerbell, f!bell, she/her pronouns, cold war era, shotgunning/smoking, but bell doesn’t, adler is a nasty meanie and makes her wc: 450~

a/n: my brain wouldn’t let me sleep until i wrote it so i wrote it. small, messy, barely edited . bon apetit sickos

“Adler,” she winces, her hands wrenched around the thick forearm he deftly curls around her, locking her in place against him. The chafing of his leather jacket pinches against her back as he presses his chest into her from behind, pinning her hips forward into the darkroom table. She whimpers, neck straining to turn her head away. “Adler- stop.”

But he doesn’t listen- doesn’t much care to, the scruff of his jaw nuzzling catlike against her soft cheek, sandpaper and velvet. He presses a smirking kiss to the corner of her mouth, pursed tightly in her refusal to humour his stupid game, while his hand steadies her head for him to continue his teasing assault. His cigarette, half-smoked, stays perched in that hand as he stamps a kiss upon her cheek, flushed red and seared hot with her embarrassment.

“C’mon, Bell,” he croons, turning her face with a firm hand to look his way. She resists at every point, just as he'd expected her to. He’ll give it to her, she’s stubborn- just how he likes her, he supposes.

He smooths back her hair, cigarette still in hand, then tightens his forearm around her as he brings it towards himself. A mocking jibe as he goes.

“You’re a big girl, aren’t you? You can take it.”

“I don’t want it,” she whines, a shake of her head made stiff and rigid as he presses his temple tight against hers; with a flinch of her watery eyes she watches as his hand comes around her face, towards his own, slowly pulling the cigarette into his mouth much too close to hers.

The smell is acrid, burns to even breathe in, yet she can’t deny the sobered part of her that yowls its craving for it, her system clean of nicotine now for… how long? A few weeks- no- months? Actually, when did she stop? She could have sworn it wasn’t long ago she’d been perched beneath a rain sheltered overpass, smoke in hand as she watched city lights glint in the distance… but where? When?

She’s awarded little time to mull it over before Adler’s face is squashed too close to her own, cheek to cheek and his mouth a hairs-width from breaking the corner of her lips as he lodges the cigarette between his own. It’s a cruel joke, she thinks, the way he goads her, corners her, bends her boundaries all pliable to his liking- Adler’s way of staking some nasty, childish claim over her, she reckons.

A shame then, that she doesn’t half mind it. A shame, when he takes a drag, slow and deep, then turns his head towards hers to pry her lips apart with his thumb, open her mouth, and bitterly exhale the smoke inside.