If that's all you're gonna label me as, I'll live up to your standards
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for character opinion bingo: Ziggy Grover
@skyland2703 Saved best for (mostly) last! I love him, he’s me, I am him. I just relate to him in a lot of ways and definitely project a lot onto him.
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“You want to offer an opinion on this?”
Megatron had just finished cleaning up and is having a hot cup of oil when Optimus asks him that, he looks up from his datapad, bleary optic'd.
And then suddenly a lot less bleary, and with a much drier mouth.
"I, ah.. b. Bite.."
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{ @best-for-last }
He touches one of Optimus’s fangs. It’s not.. normal, for Prowl to make a move without considering it, unless he’s flipping a table, but.
The fangs aren’t new, but he has always wanted to touch them. His thumb rubs over the flat of it, and his optics flicker as he pauses, considering what he has done. And then he carries on, climbing into Optimus’ lap. He is not one to back down, once he has made his mind up.
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i made like 3 expressions out of this one Sunny doodle i made just now (surprised is the first one, scared is the second one, and blushing is the 3rd one)
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“Here.” Rarely does Optimus actually use any of the official hardcopy letterheads and stationary of his title, but for Megatron— to sweeten the deal, maybe, or just to give Megatron a nice souvenir to hold onto after the game wraps up— he has dug out both the hardcopy and the slightly shimmery indigo blue gel ink.
In his neat block script, he’s written out a formal surrender. It isn’t official, as Optimus has purposely left out some things or blotted and skewed details and agreements in others, but at a cursory glance it would pass for the real thing.
The feeling Megatron hopefully gets from holding the letter is more important than authenticity. It’s for play, after all. How novel that concept is…
..his written Surrender.
Megatron takes it carefully, and casts a glance at it- before setting it aside. He doesn't need to read it, Optimus Prime is good on his word. No, the proof of it is enough.
Enough for him to bodily press against Optimus in an effort try and walk him back against the wall. "You give yourself to me on a silver platter, and all you've to say to me is a single syllable? Is that all?" His servos catch Optimus around the waist, squeezing, teasing upwards, towards those ports that he wants to stick his glossa into.
"That's alright, I have plenty to say about it. Like 'finally' and 'now I can have you'. Give me this one last thing, Optimus. Bend to me, say yes, and I will take care of all else. You have shrugged the mantle off your shoulders. Now give me control."
Give me Everything, he doesn't say, but then. He doesn't think he needs to, when the pad of his thumb does edge over the rim of his port, circling it slowly.
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lighthearted.
if this comic resonated with you, please consider donating to this palestinian escape fund (vetted by @/nabulsi and @/el-shab-hussein) as it is less than $7,000 away from it's goal.
i turn 24 today. To celebrate, I made this comic to be a spiritual successor to lead balloon, a comic in which I talked about the darkest period of my life so far.
A lot has changed since my 23rd birthday and this one. My priorities have shifted a lot, in ways that I think are mostly good. But i think the best part about today is that suicide has gone back to being a far away notion. I'm really lucky, and I'm grateful for that.
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