#neckplate

[cinnamon-flame]

YOOOOOO THIS IS SO PRETTYYYY!!! That pose looks so good, the wing shape is literally perfect and I love how the sunlight fades into the darker shades of the palette! It so good! Thank you for drawing him!

Ghost I am humbly offering my Daybreak for the palette challenge with the Dappled Sunset colors, I think it would be really interesting to kind of 'mirror' his other form's colors through that palette hehe

(I don't have an isolated ref for just his night/sand design so I'm sending the full one, sorry for the inconvenience)

really leaned into the sun imagery for this one!

[travelersspark]

Cybertronian!reader(gn)x bumblebee who has a Wall-e and eve relationship 👀👀 yk the reader acts like eve doesn't really talk and bumblebee being a total sweetheart, like the first time where eve said wall-e's name for the first time and he's like awww🥺 yeah thats them

I love this ! I'm not sure which version to go with but imma do TFP post season 3 for setup ♡

𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚

TFP!Bumblebee x GN!Cybertronian Reader.

A light whirl of the nightly life on Iacon sounds in your ears as you stroll down the walkways of the city. Cybertron. Your home. The place you always loved and never want to leave. Iacon being your home residence and workplace. As well as being a high inscriber your duties are simple. Nothing much to truly say. Hence why you enjoyed your job. You never really had to voice your opinions and ideas , you just had to transcribe.

Write any information presented to you and do diligence for the order of cybertron. You were complacent about your role and never questioned much about it. Moatly since no kind of threat seemed to be at large. Luckily you seemed to have some free time to yourself finding you optics set on a small rest spot near a open residence. The sound of communication drowns out the silence of the starry sky above. ❝ Y/N ? ❞ a voice called out as you turn to find where such voice came from.

Your optics set on a tall yellow and black cladded bot not to far off in the distance , passing through a crowd of other bots seeming to be in some sort of hurry. A faint hint of confusion spreads across your face plate as he approaches. His voicebox sounding hoarse and tired. ❝ I've been looking for you ! Finally got time off from patrol so... ❞ Servos planted on his hip plates as he spoke a bit of hesitancy in his voice as you watch. ❝ I was um. Wandering if you be free to go with me to that um- scrap. ❞ He mutters under his breath as he claps his servos and sighs. Optics pointed to the sky as a light blushing glaze comes across his faceplate.

To you , Bumblebee was like a close friend. Close enough to kind of be the real you. Yet you still never really understood him. Yet you enjoy his company in a way. A light laugh escapes your lips as you watch him uncomfortably fidget. Soon his gaze meets yours as his faceplate shows signs of amazement and confusion.

❝ Did you just.. laugh ? ❞ He exclaimed as your optics dart away and you turn flustered. Bee wasn't having it. He laughs quietly to himself as he moves close. ❝ You laughed ! I knew your voicebox wasn't broken ! ❞ He teased as you profusely shake your head , trying to hush his excitement. He cheered for a moment before you hastily covered his mouth with your servos as the gap between you two closed. After a second you back off quickly , akwardly. Bee sighs as he rubbed his neckplate as he grunts clearing his voicebox. ❝ There's a bar not to far from the central area. Probably about maybe a couple of paces down from here. I was thinking... maybe we could go and have a drink ? My treat by the way. ❞ He mutters the last bits as you blankly watched him. His optics narrow trying figure out your next move.

“ Yes.. ” your voicebox called out as Bee backs up in awe. A slight chuckled comes from you as you begin to walk waving him along. Bee's backplate wings flutter before he follows behind. His optics and mouth slack-jawed open during the whole walk. Your definitely gonna have alot of explaining to do...

There ya go! Kind of short but sweet and cute at the same time ! ♡

[valve3nthusiast]

Someone expressed interest in a robotiddy version of my crystal plating idea.... I am so deranged for transformers in pretty crystal corsets and bras. Fuck I wish I could draw...

I think transformers tiddy should glow softly because the energon wells are backlit by the spark, so a crystal chestplate would have this scattered warm light to it that would look stunning, in my opinion

But you know what would be even more beautiful? Crystal carved more in the shape of a bra, with delicate faceted designs illuminated by sparklight. Boobs gently cupped in the pretty crystal, just a teeny bit of a window between the neckplate and the top of the bra so you get a peek of bare tiddy, soft and bouncy... hrnggg

✨️roboobies and glowy sparkly lingerie✨️

[therealandian]

“So who finally found you on Aldara, then? And if you tell me it was Marius, I swear I’m going to run him through the next time I see him.” He thought for a moment. “Honestly, I might just do that anyways.” Elias set his cup down, undrank. “I…somehow feel you’re going to like my actual answer even less.” He glanced nervously over at the painting still laying on the floor, and massaged the flesh around his neckplate. “It’s something I very much don’t want Jonah Knowing about.” “I really couldn’t give less of a fuck if he finds out about the Mechanisms.” Martin gestured at Elias. “You Knew about them, and it hardly did you any good.” Sweat was beginning to bead his forehead. “Yes, well, I…didn’t know about this particular Mechanism. And given that I travelled primarily alone with him for roughly two-and-a-half centuries, I don’t think you do, either.” “What the hell are you on about?” Elias gulped. “Um…it’s- erm…” “Spit it out!” “It’s Jon!” he gasped. “He- he saved me centuries ago—g-gave me a chance to prove myself!” Silence fell. Elias gripped the counter like he was afraid he might faint. Martin gripped the counter to keep from tearing Elias’s neckplate from his throat and watching him bleed to death. “What.”

[breathe2-fr]

Gods in Decay (pt 1)

At last, the Shifting Wind had arrived at the Tempest Spire. The massive bronze tower clawed at the sky, beckoning the clouds to strike it with fierce, untamed lightning. Spelldancer reminded herself that if the lightning strikes the tower, that means it won't strike her or her clan. The dragons finally lifted themselves from the ground, searching for the entrance, and found a massive landing pad with hundreds of dragons coming and going into the tower.

As the group set foot on the landing pad, they realized other dragons were stealing glances at them. Gloam leaned in and whispered to Spelldancer, "They know we don't belong here."

"How would they know? Most of them are Lightning dragons, yes, but not all of them."

"They bear some sort of plate on their necks."

Spelldancer looked again; Gloam was right. Each dragon in the landing zone had some sort of collar on, with a metal plate hanging from it. Everyone was moving so quickly she couldn't get a good look at just what it was. She tried not to let the difference affect her mood, and moved forward toward the entrance of the tower.

There were security dragons stationed on either side of the open door. They seemed to ignore most of the dragons bustling through the busy exit, but a ridgeback eyed the Shifting Wing's group suspiciously. He raised a halting claw. "State your name and business."

Spelldancer looked at the ridgeback's neckplate, which read "Jawbert." She realized it must be a name tag.

"I am Spelldancer, Matriarch of the Shifting Wind Clan. We are requesting an audience with the Stormcatcher."

"For what purpose?"

"We wish to immigrate to the Shifting Expanse."

Jawbert looked her up and down, scoffing. "You? You look a little fragile, bug. You think you'll last in the Shifting Expanse?" The ridgeback glanced over to his partner, an imperial on the other end of the door, who shook his head back.

Spelldancer had come this far, she wouldn't be talked down to by the doorman. "We seek shelter from The Shade, which pursues my clan. I have heard the Shifting Expanse has the greatest protection from the Shade in all of Sornieth."

"Sure we do. But that doesn't come without earning it. And I don't think you can hold your end of the--"

"Let her through, Jaws," the imperial interrupted. "It's not for you to decide, it's for Stormcatcher."

"Fine." The ridgeback sauntered over to a nearby guardhouse on the landing pad, fiddled with something inside, then came back out. He handed Spelldancer a metal plate with no collar, which simply read "Guest."

"We'll have an escort for you soon to take you up to Stormcatcher. Don't touch anything when you're inside, understand?"

Before too long, a skydancer appeared at the door, patiently waiting with a pleasant smile. Spelldancer moved to enter, her clanmates following, but the ridgeback stuck out a wing to block them.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Only the clan leader, chumps! We don't need all of you running around inside the Spire! Absolutely not!"

The dragons all looked between each other, but reluctantly stepped back - except for Gloam, who stepped forward.

"I am the queen's curator! I must attend her at all times! You will let me in as well!"

The ridgeback side-eyed the imperial, who shook his head and shrugged, before rolling his eyes at Gloam. "Whatever. Just you. But you're not getting two guest passes, so stick together. If you're found alone inside the tower, you'll be considered a spy and dealt with. Got it?"

Gloam's crest fluttered back in fear. "G-got it."

"And absolutely no magic in the spire!"

The skydancer guided Spelldancer and her son through the Spire, which was unlike anything they had ever seen before. Bronze, steel, and copper structures stretching miles into the air like walls with various landings. Hundreds of dragons flew about, maintaining and operating pieces of them. Most dragons bore the blue eyes of Lightning, but occasionally other elements also maintained the machines, fettering about with just as much dedication. The group flew past the workers and through the maze of beams, hanging cables, giant turning cogs, and brass plates. As they flew, the skydancer was giving bits of information about the Spire like a tour guide, and seemed to navigate even the most claustrophobic of passages without looking. Gloam struggled at points to keep up, and Spelldancer found it faster to just carry her son. Though Gloam was fully grown now, he was still small, even for a Fae. Being Wind dragons, they often allowed their magic to carry them rather than fly, and so trip was also a workout for Spelldancer, which embarrassed her.

The skydancer finally landed on a platform outside of a large, golden rimmed door. A short line of dragons awaited entry. "This is the Boss's room. Please line up and be patient. You're quite lucky you came today, He only opens an audience for a few hours once a month." She turned back to Spelldancer. "Remember, you're speaking to one of the Eleven, who has made time out of his busy day to entertain your needs. Do not waste his time."

Spelldancer nodded.

"Oh, and..." The skydancer cleared her throat. "Keep in mind. Covering your ears is considered rude."

"Pardon?" Spelldancer squinted slightly in confusion, but the skydancer flew off without another word. The two of them were left to wait in line.

While the line was short, it was more than four hours before any movement occurred. The sound of busy working dragons echoed in the distance as the dragons stood silently. At times, Gloam attempted to make small talk, but the conversations were short-lived. Spelldancer gathered that they were being monitored by Lightning dragons out-of-sight, and the others seemed to be nervous that this would make their chances of being accepted by Stormcatcher more difficult.

Finally the line began to move. Each time the door in front of them opened, one dragon would enter before the door closed again. It was at least ten minutes before it would open again, but the dragon who entered would not return. This continued until Spelldancer and Gloam were the last two remaining. At last, the door opened - it was their turn.

She held her son's hand as they walked in together, but the hall it led to was dark - save for a light at the far end of the tunnel. They stepped carefully; like with flying, neither of them walked much. They both feared a misstep would lead to embarrassing their clan in front of the god of Lightning.

Spelldancer's mind raced as butterflies danced in her stomach. Stormcatcher! I cannot believe I'm really having an audience with one of the Eleven! Though she'd always prayed for the day she would speak to Windsinger about her many questions, it was not lost on her that this was a great honor. They have done so much for dragonkind, I only hope He'll grant us a safe haven. I can't mess this up for my clan!

[medievalsnippets]

Armour of the English Knight: 1440 - 1450

Source: Armour of the English Knight 1400-1450

Great Bascinet: Neckplates now quite closely shaped to the chin and throat, more closely resembling a bevor.

Cuirass: Skirts continue to shorten after 1440, especially with the introduction of the new Italianate tasset form. The english variation of the style usually includes sidetassets often of the same size as the front tassets. Hind-tasset design uncertain, but probably similar to those observed on Iberian and Italian export armour of the same period. Because of the shorter skirt, more of the mail skirt is visible, and is generally shown to be drawn down into long dags at the front, back and sides.

Pauldrons: Asymmetric fluted designs introduced, the right having either a large or small cut-out or "mouth" to accomodate couched weapons, the left fully covering the shoulder and upper arm, offering greater protection especially at the front. Arming points and underarm straps assumed to be present, although not depicted on the effegies.

Vambraces: The side-wings now take on a deeply fluted, shell-like form. Upper cannons closed with straps, lower cannons perhaps with loose-pin hinges or straps.

Gauntlets: Older hourglass form illustrated coexists with the newer type having an extended metacarpal plate.

Leg Armour: Introduction of diagonal flutes on the thigh-plates, new side-wing design to match the vambraces, and cusped uppermost poleyn lane and demi-greave.

Sabaton: Articulation lanes starting to be drawn out into points along the top of the foot. Continued and consistent use of downward lapping construction indicating use of internal leathers.

[wolverina2002]

Quinterwatcher Dragonets

Because I have exactly zero restraint, meet the Quinterwatcher children. I headcanon Winter as ace, so no NightIce hybrids.

Swiftbite

Build and colored like a SandWing, but with silver spots on wings and neckplates, NightWing-like horns and spines and lacking a tail barb. She insists that she´s the oldest, despite being a twin, and is fierce. If you squint really really hard, she´s in the SandWing succession. (Thorn adopted Qibli.)

Dreamer

Build and colored like a NightWing, except he has a tail barb, a SandWing ridge, SandWing-like horns and a spike on his nose. His wings shade golden towards the lower edge and he has silver freckles. Thoughtful and artistic, likes to roll his eyes at his sisters.

Frostfire

She is build like a SandWing with mostly black scales, golden wing membranes, NightWing horns and spikes and silver speckles on her wings. She also has silver teardrop scales. Quiet, observant and curious, she is the only one who inherited NightWing abilities. All three hateched under a single moon, and Frostfire is an empath.

[homeoftone]

My collab with the talented Indra Guitars, my Home of Tone ‘UFO’ neckplate, this particular one being the light aged aluminium version

[indracustom]

Fist neckplate in aged brass. www.indraguitars.com (at Indra Custom) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpSsnVwsUIF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[turianspeedjunkie]

Dius only pushed his own pants down enough. "Yeah, fuck." He was hard and out and he hooked an arm behind Mav's knee. Opening the man up. Dius found his sheathe and forcefully snapped his hips in and up. "Fuck!" he growled against Mav's neckplates.

He could definitely do that, and he got a clear image of how they were laying now. How he could just force himself into him from behind and suddenly Dius was desperate for it. "Don't move," Dius husked. Now instead pushing at Mav's pants. "And get out of these."

[guitarheadsnet]

We have been getting asked daily to bring back our EVH Neck Plates. These will not be available on our site, and through custom order BY REQUEST ONLY. If you need one for your tribute project, send us a message! 🎸 #guitarheads #neckplate #guitar #guitarneckplate #photoetched #engraved #custom #evh #eddievanhalen #vanhalen #5150 #frankenstrat #guitars #guitarupgrade #guitargear #guitarporn #guitarnerd #guitarplayer #guitarist https://www.instagram.com/p/CHi132SHVvc/?igshid=1dqumdwyriecp

[scottgailor]

This was way overdue. This is the @greeramps #neckplate on my @deanguitars #nashvegas #guitar Just in-time for the live stream. https://www.instagram.com/p/CT_RbJIssj6/?utm_medium=tumblr

[resetthewifi]

beesus & snacks, chillin on the jag

(thanks to my friend who bought the sticker and made the neckplate, the value of my guitar has now increased by a million sentiment)

[codenamejudas]

Something was happening again. This one much easier for Judas to grasp so he smiled a smile more nerves than humour. There was a right answer, he was sure of it. He just didn’t know what it might be. “It waaaaas-”

Oh. He almost forgot about his guitar. Not in the general sense, he’d never forget it here, but the case stood open by the seat where Judas had originally been deadset on eyeing the thing in case it turned into a pumpkin or something. He walked round and hefted it up by its neck, resting the body on the seat of his chair, like King Arthur posing with the sword in the stone. It was his guitar. The back's silver neckplate had Alexi Dauer scratched on in shaky knifemanship.

Then his foot took the guitar’s place so he could set it over a knee, giving a few quiet strums. His eyes never left the instrument, “Practically seamless and done in record time, too. Free or not, feels like I should do something." Judas ran through his mental catalogue of life skills and settled on one, nodding to himself. "I'll figure it out, don't worry."

If you had asked him in that moment what was going on, Judas would have come up empty of words. He did, however, feel as though some insubstantial part of himself was being weighed. Heavily.

It would pass quickly at Mr. Fell's offer. To say Judas looked shocked was an understatement. Without realizing it, he ended up staring at this would-be-angel for too long in silence. "You are," he started slowly, "so strange." After he said it, it dawned on him how absolutely rude a response it was to such a kind gesture. But could anyone blame him?

People were generous. He'd had his fair share of surprising donations and borrowed couches to prove it. But this went above and beyond if he were to take it at face value.

Judas winced, "Th-that's not what I meant. I mean...why do you care? What's in it for you?"

[bradtraweek]

Loving the Skyburst Metallic finish on this Mod Shop Jazzmaster! USA folks, check out Mod Shop here: https://shop.fender.com/en-US/mod-shop #fendermodshop #jazzmaster #neckplate #chrome #skyburstmetallic #fender #fenderguitar

[chiropteracupola]

after some time the pieces are cool enough for me to hold and this is so deeply reassuring.  this is the feeling for which I started this project.