#dadtrons art

[dadtron-3000]

What was supposed to be a doodle on another pic I drew... 🦈💤

[muanpurr]

Dadtron!!

[plutonium-heart]

You guys are not ready for my post LL issue 25 AU where cybertronians all went extinct and Cybertron turned into a lost planet but no one knows why except for 5 sparklings scattered across the universe who are key to revitalize the planet.

[sledge-in-space]

Aya needs some tunes to get her through the New Dawn~ (Featuring art from my love @dadtron-3000)

[sleepycl0wn]

YUP. IM NOT NORMAL. NOT AT ALL.

JUMPING AROUND LIKE A MADMAN. IM AFRAID YO ASS COOKED ME A 5 STAR MEAL

Happy valentines day sweetness, from yours truly💜

(Art by @dadtron-3000 )

Hey chat

so like i need brainrot and a reason to geek out so i’d like to request a beautiful valentines day special of coyle x declan (Declan as the reciever and coyle as the recipient)

i do not care how it goes i just need gay old men content of them so have fun with it! thank you so much friend 🙏

" To the White Rabbit of Sinyala,

Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run; don't give the farmer his gun, gun, gun...

That song always played in my head every time I chased 'you, white rabbit. You were smart, but not smart enough to avoid my grasp sometimes. Or was it on purpose? Did you want to give the farmer some little fun? That was kind of you, Declan boy. But you know what I like the best about you? The fact that you are more intelligent in laws, compared to other pinkos. Hell, I doubt you are one of them to this day. Did those red folks kidnap you because of your intelligence? Thinking they could snatch your knowledge of laws? or brainwashed you into their ideology? God knows. But I'm glad you landed in my arms. Despite the dangerous game we play, I can assure you, that you will be safe with me. Why don't you spend some time with this old cop for tonight, hm? Maybe we can visit the dock. We can see some fish! Don't worry about that big-headed baby man. I will handle him. I hope you will say yes; today is a really special day. Even my deputy has already picked his pocket-sized damn wife. We could show them we're the better duo! What do you think, Declan? I have also prepared some of our favorite combined snacks: chocolate-covered pistachios! The blonde book-nerd nurse was kind enough to give me something. It was out of nowhere, however, 'not sure why. Luckily for us, we have something to snack on while we talk about laws and count how many fish appear for our crumbs. I'll see you tonight.

Yours truly, Leland Coyle."

[ask-a-boyo]

[Something to do with being a prodigal son]

[hillbillied]

I was tagged by @makesiteasier​! Thank you so much, it means a lot!! (stuff from @hillbillydraws, me art blog, is also on here)

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 8 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work!

I was labelling these with pairings then realized they are all Andy/Eddie lmao

The Church of Saint Andrew (Fic) A romp through history where an immortal Eddie has to deal with a constantly reincarnating Andy, who doesn’t remember him each time. It’s been a lot of fun (still is!) to write and the response to it has been pretty fucking awesome, ngl.

What Happens in Melbourne, Stays in Melbourne (18+ Fic) A prompt fill about Eddie’s long history of being queer in the marines, and Andy’s non-existent history of being queer anywhere. It’s nice to write something raunchy and cute... probably the gayest my writing’s gotten (thus far).

1943 (Comic) You can pry Jewish!Andrew Haldane from my cold dead hands. I haven’t done Hanukkah art for 2+ years so I’m really proud of this one.

First Priority (Fic) I just started this and it’s so dumb... It’s a short Aliens-style AU where Andy is a spaceship AI/android and Eddie’s an engineer in love.

The Ruin of One Eugene Sledge (18+ Fic) The legendary threesome I threatened to write years ago of Andy/Eddie/Eugene. Blame @theblossomknows​‘s encouragement. Will be finished soon, I swear!

Should’ve Saved it for Your Billet, Boys (Fanart) Busted my ass on the lighting for this but it reminded me that I can draw even after getting real rusty at it!

The Ending They Deserved (Fanart) Andy and Eddie getting married in their dress blues and one of the few paintings I’ve ever posted.

I Hope You Stay a While (Gif set) I’ve made a lot of shit for When it Rains, it Pours, but this one’s probably the best. I will finish that fic in 2021 so help me, it’s the best thing I’ve ever written.

Bonus: There was more here and here than expected, I produced more shit than I thought!

Tagging: @welchh​, @peachessir​, @ammunitionist​, @theblossomknows​, @ktredshoes​, @basilone​, @mercurygray​, @dadtron-3000​, @deadbrave​ (you got one day left before 2021, good luck, I’m a pain)

[fanfiction-inc]

Hope Of A Forsaken Man (FC5 2020 Fanzine)

Verse: Far Cry 5

Characters: Staci Pratt, Jacob Seed

Rating: T for Teen

Warnings: PTSD, nightmares, torture references, and drinking

Word Count: 999 words (Limit was 1,000)

Summary: Staci Pratt begins to experience another episode of PTSD induced from his time in Jacob Seed’s cage. memories resurface, pain is felt, but what will be the resolve Pratt faces? Only you can find out.

NOTE: This was my contribution to the 2020 Far Cry 5 Fanzine. I highly encourage you all to go follow the artist I worked with as well as check out the rest of the art and stories from the fanzine itself. Below I will have the fanzine tagged. Art by the amazing: @dadtron-3000​. Thank you so much for being my partner in this and working so well with me, even if my idea was a bit delayed!

Link to the 2020 Far Cry 5 Fanzine: https://www.dropbox.com/s/qzje7mv8yq14guj/Far%20Cry%205%20Fanzine.pdf?dl=0

Link to Ao3 Version: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25021558

“It becomes difficult to deal with everyday life because you have hid your soul in a dark corner so it doesn’t have to face the dangerous world of the Trauma.  Without your soul, you are only half a person, a machine who is constantly running from reality.” - Amy Oestreicher

The clouds rolled in above the metal ceiling of a newly improvised cage, rumbling with the deadly winds and shaking the world about. Montana storms could be some of the worst to sleep during, some of the worst to escape from. He takes a deep breath as he lays in bed, listening to the pistoning of rain hammering the metal roof above, how the soft drip of water from a spot that leaked near the window fell into a waiting dish, half full already from the torment of the storm outside. Each sound had its own little reverberance, own little sounding off point, and it made his body toss and turn underneath the thin sheet he insisted upon when he first had a place to call home. At least, what could have been deemed a home. The lightest flinch followed when the window creaked and the room around him settled along with the touch strain of wind, watching the world around him shatter, even if the storm was supposedly supposed to be brief that night. 

The man could only recall back to his time behind metal bars, how the wind and rain hammered him, drenched him, and covered him in the mud from beneath. He could remember how the ground and bars faintly shook with each deep rumble of thunder above. The storms went on for days in those mountains, cutting off all the sudden then starting back up just when you thought they would be over. The world above was going to hell, and back then he never imagined escape. He never imagined leaving the confines of the red headed captor that held him there, bound by chain and sizzle of defiance. He hated that man, even when he showed what was a mock of sympathy. 

"Still got some fight in those eyes, Peaches. A few more days will do you well. Strengthen you up. You want to be strong, don't you? Strong enough to leave your bonds?"

Battered, broken, starved, and diminished. All the other could do was nod along in a feeble gesture of loyalty. This 'loyalty', built on the backbone of the blood, piss, and sweat of the others that had been just as unfortunate as him to sit on the muddy ground beneath him, was all he had as his sign of hope. He thinks back to it now, as the storm rages on outside with his back pressed onto a filthy mattress and pillow wrapped around his ears, how wrong he had been at the time to think that loyalty would have gotten him anywhere. He lets out a broken sob when the walls around him shake, shaking limbs curling into a fetal position as best as they can while being tangled in the mess of the thin fabric around him. Some would think after months of being away, he would have a way to cope… But there truly was no way. 

His hand is shuffling for the bottle beneath the bed, sweat slickened hair stuck to his forehead from the Montana heat slipping and falling before his face, letting the light droplets cascade down until they meet the amber bottle that holds only God knows what sort of cheap liquor. He had taken to spending his nights like this. Anxious, mind riddled with memories, and drinking away his sorrows until he was finally asleep. Just like him. He who locked him away. He who ruined what sense of sanity Pratt had held onto like a lifeline while in his company. He who still haunts his dreams, speaking to him within his mind until he's passed out and waiting for the next day to begin. 

The cap is unscrewed and thrown aside, mind-set already on finishing the contents of the bottle despite the amount left behind from the last go-round. His lips, chapped and trembling slip around the opening and the burn of whiskey stains his throat. He coughs, sputters, and feels the liquid run down his chin, dripping down onto a bare chest that heaved with each anxious breath. 

"Whiskey, a mans drink. Supposed to burn your throat and make ya strong. That's what my old man used to say before he'd take one down the hatch… Drink up, Peaches."

That voice that haunts him so, making him recall the first drink they shared, the first drink excluding what rainwater he could collect in his cupped hands. He takes another harsh swig of the bottle, growing accustomed to the sting and warming of his throat and belly knowing by the end of the bottle he'll be sleeping fine. But fine wasn't a word he'd use often. Fine was just the dull buzz in his head and numbness in his being. Fine was the days he spent flinching at gunshots and turning around at the faintest of voices that sounded like his captors own, as if he was taunting him from the grave. Fine was not fine, and in Staci Pratt's mind, fine would never be truly fine. 

The bottle rolled across the worn wooden floor, stopping against the dressers edge with the quiet slosh of a few sips that just couldn't be finished. He lays with fluttering vision to the ceiling, the rain beginning to fall into a dull Drum and lessen to a familiar song. 

"A man clings to the bottle like it's his only lifeline. What do you cling to?"

His voice sounds distant to Pratt, even as he begins to drift, even as his heart slows and his body lulls into the heavy slumber just outside the reaches of death. There was one thing Jacob fucking Seed could never take away from him, just one thing he couldn't own. 

"Hope."

FC5 Tag: @theoceanhathsolace​

[dadtron-3000]

I already posted these in the Outlast discord, but I said I'd draw point wojak Waylon and Miles

Transparent to put anywhere!

2 alts under read more

[art-deco-dad]

Let the morning light shine in~

@sledge-1959 @sledge-in-space

[sledge-in-space]

The Net is vast, and infinite... - Ghost in the Shell (1995)

Thank you @dadtron-3000 for providing the concept art and helping me add endless depth to Adrian <3 And thank you @jardanijovonovichs for helping finalize her and bring her to life!!!

[dadtron-3000]

The fair is super tiring when your goal is to win every game for your girlfriend

A Joey/Mary comm for @sledge-1959 :3c

Prizes and comic + last image together under the read more

[dadtron-3000]

That one scene from Mononoke but Judge Staci

[dadtron-3000]

Another fun piece for @sledge-1959

Companion to this post

☆⁠Swear you hit me like a vision☆⁠

[dadtron-3000]

Everybody say "Hi Lucy" 👋

Template | Took a crack at the Reagent oc template! It's a lot of fun! Information on Lucy below :)

Lucy has been around the sleep rooms for a while, keeps to himself and only really cares about possessions he can keep on his person - which, to the layman, looks like he's open to sharing.

Because he doesn't often get attached to other Reagents, Lucy is quite a good fit to teach starting teams. More inclined towards surviving a trial over making friends, it makes him a good role model and new subjects catch on quick. Due to the amount of times he's done trials in the Thin Blue Line, Coyle has become accustomed to his presence, yet still tries to kill him.

Most of the time, Lucy comes off as aloof and calm, leading new teams with little to no communication, showing and doing rather than explaining. Though, he will throw bricks and bottles at Ex-Pop and Prime Assets that get too close.

Has a crush on Nurse Barlow, though it is not reciprocated.

He will interact with other reagents, but mostly non verbally.

[dadtron-3000]

She's a lady

Just a little Lucy, drawing him is fun