#damn robots

[plague-of-rats]

ULTRATOBER PROMPT 2

(I'm very behind)

no bg/effects/wings

[avnj0gia]

That TZP pic you reblogged looks like AI

hmmm…

[quetzaly-ameyali]

The stages of the divorce

I saw the movie a little over a week ago.I still haven't gotten over it So I made some chibis to get them out of my system.

[colfy-wolfy]

Cyn would love playing roblox i think.

[bluelicorfino]

Always!

(Special message under, if curious!)

> be me

> really likes a fanfic series so i wanted to share appreciation for it by drawing fanart

> decide to post on tumblr since it's where i first heard of it, makes sense

> i'm a literal nobody with a dead blog so even if nobody sees it i won't lose anything

> posts it

> post has now surpassed 100 notes

> my honest to god reaction 😳

Thanks so much for the kind comments in the notes of the comic post :') i was not at all expecting it, but i guess it's really worth it to put yourself out there sometimes.

Honestly I pretend to come back to tumblr to post my art (especially more fandom oriented art stuff) but idk if i will use this one, or make another blog just for art, wdyt? I've seen some people that got interested in what i did, so i'm curious as well ^^

[cestacruz]

Small studies of Starscream in the Robots in Disguise 2015 design because he's literally perfect☺️☺️☺️ i want to marry him!!!

[ramblingguy54]

If there was any moment that made me cry most, it would be this one.

[peteytheparrot]

The amount of death in the wild robot is crazy 😭 like showing a cute crow and then BEHEADING IT??? is CRAZY ☠️☠️☠️ peak movie 10/10

[rebexquest]

Alive, alive, alive.

[channnel]

The monochrome twink is older than Hatchet boi himself

[keferon]

*clasps your shoulders gently and looks you straight in the eye*

Keferon. Please read Ninth by Kyn on AO3. I think you would love it very much. It has a large chapter count, but don't be intimidated, it's very easy to get into. It is currently unfinished, but is being updated regularly.

You are the seventh person that recommended this fic to me so ahahahaha yeah

I’m doing great Help I hate some parts of it but I love the other parts I’m spinning in the blender

…..I made the moodboard….

[archivebottles]

finally free from not being able to draw the past two months omg..to celebrate here are some elsters from last week...i like her

[synthaphone]

put viarnne into the littleguysdaily template- what he lacks in bones he makes up for in chuckability

[pseudohoney]

drew this during a still life drawing session

[megandoesart1]

whatever whatever more fallout new vegas stuff. whatever its not like my heart is full of yes man thoughts and love whatever.

[blackpensils]

Don't know where this came from. Read a story on Ao3, got inspired and spewed this out. I've never written for Transformers before so don't know how accurate this is but I don't know what to do with this so thought what better place to share it than this hellscape of a website (/p).

Tropes(?): arranged marriage because I'm a sucker for that shit between enemies. MegOp (tfa universe), sort of canon compliant if you squint hard enough but it's kinda short so don't squint too hard or you'll hurt your eyes.

He rolled his shoulders and adjusted the magnetic clamps attaching the long, and unnecessary heavy, cloak to his body. A cloak that normally should have been white, by not just Autobot standards, but also Iaconian, and Optimus, having been forged and brought online in Iacon, lamented the fact that the cloak he now sported had to be purple. Apparently it was supposed to be symbolic.

~~~

The reflection of the mech looking back at him was almost too foreign for Optimus to be able recognise it as being himself. It was his blue helm, his rotating optics as they scanned over his ludicrous but traditional get up and his red chassis that was covered in finely painted purple lines and curls. Delicate and every turn and swirl deliberate as they traveled from the centre of his chassis, right above his spark chamber, up his shoulders and down his arms. The painter had tried to insist Optimus should pain his thighs as well, saying that the purple would contrast wonderfully against the silver metal and that it would hold intimate implications. Optimus had refused.

That made Optimus snort and when he brought his optics back up to his face, his faceplate was scrunched up in a frown.

He looked almost right. Cloak billowing behind him in an almost majestic kind of way, making him feel a little like the Primes of old when they weren't just a military title but one granted by Primus himself, and paint decorating his upper torso with the usual lines and curves. Even his faceplate had purple paint across the cheeks and down from his bottom lip to his chin. Optimus had to admit that he did look like someone who was about to partake in his very own Conjunx Ritus, almost.

If it wasn't for the purple.

In Iacon the two participants in the rite would be cloaked and painted in white. To symbolise the purity of their love for each other and their connection to Primus, or something or other like it. Optimus didn't actually know the details. He'd never been to a Conjunx Ritus before.

It wasn't just any shade of purple either, unfortunately. Because Optimus might have been able to handle a light lilac or a deep rasin. But the fact that the shade that now decorated his frame just so happened to be Decepticon purple just made his spark tighten and made it impossible to forget that his… his conjunx was…

Optimus shuddered as his processor couldn't even finish the sentence without making a chill travel throughout his frame. Filling up his inner lines with ice instead of energon and making his spark twinge painfully in his chassis.

A Conjunx Rite was supposed to be the happiest moment of a mech's life. The day they joined forever with the love of their life and promised to cherish and protect their partner, their conjunx, for as long as they lived. A moment that most bots only ever did the once and never did again because the pain of losing a conjunx was so hard on the spark that taking another one was like replacing a part of your very soul. Trading it in for a replacement to fill the hole they left behind. Something that wasn't necessarily frowned upon or illegal in any way, but that definitely would've gotten a few judgemental glances thrown your way.

Yet here Optimus stood in a preparation room in one of Iacon's Chapels, looking at himself in the threeway mirror and meeting his own hollow optics. There was no happiness there when he looked down and saw himself dressed in the infamous Decepticon color and feeling like he was about to walk out onto that altar and meet his own demise.

Because his—Optimus had to physically swallow to get the words his and conjunx to actually form in his processor—was none other than Megatron.