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xxplastic-cubexx · 1 day ago
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ID SCREAM SHAKE AND CRY IF YOU DRAW THAT MEME WITH THEM SHDJSHDJSB/POS
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this is the closest we're gonna get to me drawing mpreg
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fernfrond-inks · 12 hours ago
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Love the combaticons. So naturally I love this.
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….Talking about Combaticons made want to draw Combaticons
I like the idea of Brawl and Onslaught being much bigger than average human while Swindle (especially young) is much smaller than average. Sp whenever stand stand next to each other they look so out of place haha
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somerandomcockroach · 1 day ago
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@keferon BITING YOU FOR ADDING THIS BIT. I DIDN'T LIKE HOW THEIR PATH WENT IN IDW. YOU JUST WENT AND SAID "Who needs Starscream, Onslaught might find it out by himself" AND I EXPLODED
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cosmique-oddity · 2 days ago
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Apparently, drawing naked Mecha pilot is addictive 🫡
Tw : nudity very light nudity
There’s more than Jazz this time, and I saw you guys like the haircut I gave to our Jazz man, I drew him again. With a weird perspective
Also Onslaught just standing there 🧍🏾.
Blurr is my favorite. Blurr is always the favorite. (Who am I kidding. Swerve supremacy guys-)
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@keferon 💃
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pomegrann · 2 days ago
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i physically cannot draw robots help im crying my entire artsyle was built around doodling cute women and animals
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rei-ismyname · 2 days ago
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Charles Xavier's inappropriate feelings towards Jean Grey
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The 60s run of X-Men was honestly half a pulp romance comic. Jean is the only girl/woman in the X-Men and all the dudes are backbiting sex pests (except Scott, who likes her but is too shy/concerned about his eyes to tell her.) From the moment she arrives they trip over each other to be near her and impress her. This was a frequent romance dynamic at Marvel (then Timely Comics) - one woman, a bunch of overzealous 'suitors' and the 'good guy' who'd have some obstacle to overcome to 'win' her love.
Stan Lee sucked at writing women, and mostly just wrote men with his own personality (eww) but he broke with the format here by positioning two men in the 'good guy' role. One of them being Charles Xavier, who is explicitly much older and in a position of power over Jean, was a wretched choice. Fortunately he dropped these secret feelings of his.
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It probably would have stayed a Silver Age oddity - inappropriate and creepy but a one off like the time the famously red Scarlet Witch wore green. However, when introducing Onslaught as Xavier's 'darkness' Scott Lobdell picked it up and ran with it. The titular villain approaches Jean and tries to get her onside, taking her back in time (now she has telepathy) to observe Chuck's thoughts for herself. He's ostensibly trying to challenge her faith in her mentor but another reading is that this is the part of Xavier that absolutely has those feelings and wants to possess Jean - the subtext of the 'good guy' made text.
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Jean asks Onslaught who he is and this is his answer - 'I am frustration.' Onslaught is a chimeric megalomaniac who wants to take over or destroy the world, but he is definitely made from Xavier and Magneto's 'desire for domination,' as Doctor Nemesis puts it. I find it interesting that this plot point was dug up and centered then not really spoken of again. 'Frustration' is especially loaded.
Creating new shitty things for Chuck to have done in the past has become a repeat source of drama for writers, but this is one that has a textual origin. It's almost become a cliche that he's got a seemingly infinite number of skeletons in his closet (one reason why the recent Sarah Gaunt focus made me groan) to the point it's hit diminishing returns. There's only so much you can pin on him before he becomes unsympathetic, though YMMV on that.
It's obviously a good thing that Xavier didn't vocalise these feelings or directly act on them, but 'loving' a teen was a God awful writing choice. The question is - how seriously do you take it? Does it factor in your personal judgement of Charles Xavier's character? Surely it has to, after all he's taken advantage of his power over people before, entering a romantic and sexual relationship with a patient in his care. Gabrielle Haller was fridged long ago, but with Xavier's manipulation, control, and training child soldiers all points of debate and conflict amongst X-Men right now, how far will they take it?
Not far enough to compromise their valuable IP, that's for sure.
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kataosmth · 7 months ago
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Chibi Onslaught
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disformer · 1 year ago
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by holy order from @combaticon i changed the script on an unfinished comic page to be about sharks 🦈
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randomthefox · 19 days ago
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These levels are absolutely the highlight of the game for me. I think when playing this game for the first time, these levels were what truly Sold me on Transformers as a franchise. For some reason the potential of the Robots In Disguise concept really just clicked for me thanks to this. Everything about it from the whole strategy briefing overview, to the adaptations they make in the field on the fly, to the disastrous conclusion really feels like a legitimate military operation and makes the whole idea of the Transformers WAR really feel like a real conflict. And it's all just such a joy to play, and the games graphics really make these locations feel like a spectacle.
Not only that but these levels made me really love the Combaticons! I absolutely adore their chemistry all throughout, their interactions with each other, the way their personalities bounce off one another. The fact they feel like real team mates both in how they bust each others balls and yet also support one another. It's good banter and it's solid squadmate dynamics. It really makes sense that they get along so well too considering they can combine into a single entity. The way Bruticus clearly has his own independent personality despite being a combination of five individuals is so interesting to me hehe. Plus that is such a fucking Megazord moment, if you know what I mean, when they combine together. I'm sure the Constructacons and Devastator are more popular, and perhaps they have a right to be. But I ADORE the Combaticons entirely because of these levels in this game. Teletran even has some dialog with Swindle that alludes to his character from TAS which is a cute easter egg.
The fact they have such a confrontational relationship with Starscream is also hilarious given their G1 origin story. I will say these levels feel SLIGHTLY like Starscream slander. Since he really doesn't feel like he should be THIS suicidal egotistical as a leader, and he never really sounded any retreats in the original show. But the parts where he's trying to take over the briefing speech and make dramatic little gesture poses and completely deflects all responsibility for the plan going tits up feel on brand at least. Still feel like they could have ended up in the same place plot and character wise WITHOUT having Starscream lead his wing into a meat grinder of the anti aircraft guns and then sounding a retreat like a whimp though.
This game kicks ass, Decepticons are fucking awesome.
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charlie-nsfw · 5 months ago
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gestalts who fuck together 🥰 stay together
direct squeakuel to that other thing 👍
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sholven · 9 months ago
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Based off of a convo in my destiny groupchat about the little servitors
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keferon · 1 month ago
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Guys. Hear me out.
Remember when in Cyberverse everyone got their minds transferred into fake artificial digital simulation of an infinite fucking parade while their bodies were imprisoned? Now. Imagine Shockwave trying to pull that kind of move on First aid.
Under the cut:)
First aid feels wrong.
Which isn't weird, but this kind of wrong is brand new. It's not nausea from drugs or weird withdrawals after neural connection. It also doesn't feel like a concussion.
It feels like he's a lab mouse running through a maze.
There's the cheese. There's the electric shocks. There's no way out and never has been.
He thinks it might be the fault of Pharma's new drug. Or his fucking pilot position is finally eating away at him, or Vortex is finally done playing with him and just broke his brain.
There are people running around him, each of whom definitely knows what their place is and where they need to go. Everyone has a purpose and a position and some important job to do. They hardly even talk to each other, just nod and run on.
Amazing synchronization.
First..Felix feels like a kid lost in the mall.
He has. He has to do something, right? What does he need to do? Fuck. What day is today anyway?
He heads over to the schedule board and stares at it like an idiot for a couple minutes. It's Tuesday. The work day is in full swing. All the shifts are here. But he doesn't recognize the names of the employees. All the pilots are accounted for, but his name isn't on their list.
Must be a mistake?
He turns away from the board and looks around the room once more, this time more carefully. He just needs to find someone to ask. Preferably someone familiar.
He can’t recognise anyone.
The feeling of strangeness doesn't get any less.
The uniforms on the people around him are similar. But not the same.
The badges are all another color.
And he's surprised by this, but at the same time some part of his brain tells him that it's all familiar and he's seen it before.
“.... then I thought, we could do something different, you know?”
Felix flinches as Swindle and Onslaught walk past him. They are clearly in the middle of some sort of discussion and don't notice Felix staring at them.
Swindle is wearing a pilot's suit. Onslaught is wearing one, too.
Screw the weird schedule. THIS is wrong.
Onslaught frowns, but when he opens his mouth there's a strange amused respect in his tone
“You slippery eel.”
Swindle smiles. His smile, Felix notices, is not the same at all. He doesn't look like an actor from a commercial. He looks like a worn-out but proud of himself man.
It's wrong, but he's seen it before, it's strange but it's familiar. He wants to go up to Swindle and ask what's going on. He wants to understand the damn schedule. He wants to...
First Aid feels wrong.
Which isn't weird, but this kind of wrong is brand new. It's not the nausea from the drugs or the weird withdrawals after a neural connection. It also doesn't feel like a concussion.
It feels like being a lab mouse running through a maze.
You got the cheese. And here's the electric shocks. No escape. Never has been.
It's all the same.
He's not sure where he's going. Everyone around him seems very busy. Running about their own business, not paying attention to him and--
What is he supposed to do? He can't remember what day of the week it is. Shit. Is it Tuesday? He can't remember.
Does he need to find a schedule?
Everything feels weird.
By the schedule board, he almost crashes into Swindle.
“...You realize, if we can both get out of this shit, we can get others out too.”
Onslaught...still looking strange in his pilot suit instead of his usual uniform. Swindle pokes him in the side with his elbow as they both walk past Felix, completely ignoring him
“You just. Think about it. Even if you can't fire Offy from the pilots, you can at least free him from these disgusting experiments.”
Felix wants to go over and say hello. Politely and unobtrusively. And also kindly ask, “what the hell, boss?”
But you see it every day, his brain tells him. Have you forgotten?
It makes him feel wrong.
Here's the board, here's the schedule, just lift your stupid head up and see what you're supposed to be doing.
He looks at the board. It's Tuesday. It's dumb sheets that don't have his name on them. He wants to go up to Swindle, he should go up to Swindle, right?
It's all wrong, but it's a new kind of wrong. It's not from drugs or neural connection. And it's almost certainly not a concussion.
He's feeling.... hell, what day of the week is it? Tuesday right? He looked at the blackboard yesterday.
He stops. And makes a titanic effort to concentrate the jelly his head is now filled with instead of his brain.
Today is Tuesday because?...because yesterday was Tuesday? And the day before that, too? This is some kind of trippy shit, not a broken neural connection….
He's not looking for the schedule. He's seen the schedule a million times and he knows what's gonna be on it.
He's not sure where he's even going. The layout of the base is different. Not much, but enough to confuse him. He's still stubbornly checking out every familiar place he can find.
He doesn't get it, he doesn't get it, he doesn't get it, he doesn't get it, he doesn't.
He still doesn't see a single damn familiar face.
Ambulon's gone, Pharma's disappeared somewhere too. No Tailgate or Wheeljack anywhere to be seen. And the layout is a little different and all the badges are the wrong color and Felix can't even read what's written on them because every time he tries all the letters blend into an indistinguishable blur.
He's trying to talk to someone. Anyone. But everyone either brushes him off or straight up ignores him. It's like he's a ghost or a lunatic or all of the above.
Everything is so familiar, but at the same time it isn't and his brain frantically clings to the last possibly familiar thing.
Vortex. He needs to find Vortex.
Even if it is him who is going insane and not everyone around him. Vortex is insane in his own, unique way, but he won't ignore him. He may get a good laugh, but it's still better than blindly poking around every corner by himself.
First Aid feels wrong.
Which isn't weird, but this kind of wrong is brand new. It's not nausea from drugs or weird withdrawals after neural connection. It also doesn't feel like a concussion....
He snaps at himself. NO. Hell no.
Vortex. He needs to find Vortex.
The hangar looks surprisingly dark. The people look unfamiliar. And another schedule board beckons him to come over and check to see if it really is Tuesday, but he ignores everything and heads straight for his Mech.
Vortex hasn't changed a bit. Even the radius at which people avoid him is exactly the same.
And looking at him doesn't give Felix that fucking sense of wrongness.
He sees Vortex a lot. He just knows it. The thought is natural, in contrast to the others. That's good, that... It may sound strange, but Vortex is the most normal thing he can perceive right now.
He feels like he's grown little wings. His feet carry him up to the open cockpit and he barely notices the steps beneath him.
Vortex is here and he will understand and even if he doesn't, at least he won't ignore him. Vortex gets bored too quickly so he never minds distractions, no matter how absurd and...weird..they…
Huh…
Felix almost climbs into the cockpit, but freezes, right on the way in.
It's empty.
He crashes into that realization like an invisible wall.
The cockpit.... is clean.
It doesn't smell of chemicals or scrubbing agent. There are no thin streaks of old browned blood in the seams and crevices. There are no dents or stains on the edge of the visor.
The cameras are dead still and the screens are off.
There's no smell of stale blood or decay.
There's no one here.
But the back of his neck still tingles with the sensation of someone else's eyes staring at him.
“The fuck do you think you're doing?“
First Aid flinches startled and turns around.
There is a pilot standing a few feet away from him with a cigarette in his hand.
“..I’m..”
“I wouldn't stand there if I were you” smiles the stranger eying him with a suspiciously bloodthirsty smile “those things are glitchy as fuck. Might chop off something important.”
First Aid continues to stand just under the open visor. Maybe it's surprise or maybe he's too used to the idea that Vortex won't cut him in half. The pilot in front of him looks.... geez, where has he seen him???
Has he ever seen him at all? That green suit looks awfully familiar.
And the voice. There should be more mechanical notes in that voice, First Aid thinks. It should have more static and reverb and squeaks and rumbles and clicks and that quiet hum that sounds when the cockpit systems are turned on...
First Aid jumps off the Mech.
“Vortex...?”
The pilot casts him only a slightly surprised look at first, but a moment later recognition flares in his eyes.
“What the fuck....AID??”
First Aid instantly takes a swing and punches him in the face hard enough to send him wiping the dust on the floor.
“You!!!”
“Ha,” says Vortex from the floor. “Hahahahah ooooh Do it again! ”
First Aid kicks him. Vortex laughs like he's been told the world's happiest joke.
He sounds…alive. Alive and human and there’s no metal in his voice and
“What the fuck?”
Vortex stops laughing, but still doesn't get up off the floor
“What's the last thing you remember?”
First Aid still does nothing but stare at Vortex stunned. The human Vortex. Victor? Shit
“Until Tuesday, you mean?”
Vortex hums
”Till Tuesday.”
What was before Tuesday?
Another Tuesday. And another and another and another and another.
Someone from downstairs bangs loudly on the railing and berates Vortex for a safety violation, ordering him to put his cigarette away.
Vortex points his middle finger down somewhere and throws the cigarette over the railing.
Oh god. Oh shit.
First Aid swallows nervously.
“Shockwave...he used something...to control you-Mech...I mean. He did something, I think. I remember I couldn’t move couldn’t do anything. And now I’m in this hhhhplace? I don’t really recognise it.”
Vortex twitches the corner of his mouth and finally rises from the floor.
“Well I do.”
He looks like he is sick, First Aid thinks. He looks sick and he looks human and he has arms and legs and eyes and that stupid curly strand of dark hair sticking out from under his helmet and the dark eye bags.
“The bastard made up some sort of dumpster to transfer your consciousness in while he does shit to your body.”
First Aid clenches his hands together
“But there were two of us in the neural connection. And it took two of us to transfer here too...”
It suddenly dawns on him
“Wait. This base, these, everything. This is what the Mech project looked like in your time?? And Swindle and Onslaught and the staff is different and...”
Vortex raises his eyebrows smugly.
“...Here you are ...you're a human...” finishes First Aid.
Vortex pulls a crumpled pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.
From somewhere below, a loud angry bang is heard again
“Tex, you bastard stop smoking in here.”
“Fuck you, Off,” Vortex yells back.
Then shrugs his shoulders
“I've always been human. No matter how hard Shockwave and his science shithole try to change that.”
He holds out an opened pack to First Aid
“Want some?”
First Aid feels awful. Terrible as if from the drugs, terrible as if from the neural connection. Terrible as if he had a concussion times two.
But Vortex is here and Vortex believes him and even if it turns out they're the ones who are crazy and not the world around them, at least they're crazy together.
First Aid takes a cigarette
“Thanks...”
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somerandomcockroach · 1 day ago
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I will use this post as an excuse to ramble about body types because MAN, you just made me understood that they have broad variety of body types (PLUS I LOVE HAIR FOR JAZZ IN THERE SO MUCH, I was drawing him with Blast Off's style (because how he can keep longer hair under helmet...) but nah, after saw their designs it felt strange, Blast Off ruled it wheeeezeee)
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*raises up hands pointing* Took these four, Jazz' type would have been more loose one? Natural, he doesn't train intentionally, he just moves a lot, freestyle trained like body type Brawl would have more of a boxer type of body, eats a lot, lifts weights a lot, endurance sucks *inhales* Onslaught. Onslaught is a machine. He is a young uncle Iroh. I can see him working out at morning and at evening and even at night, he is a machine, also can see Blast off cooking according to his diet and Ons might notice it. He built his body with sweat and man, he is a human titan Blast Off. THE MOMENT I SAW HIS DESIGN I WAS SOLD. I THINK I LOVE HIS DESIGN ONE OF THE MOST AHAHSGAH. He has little weight, his upper body is trained good, mobile, Miles Morales type but hands pumpier
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lancelotslair · 3 months ago
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take my hand, we're going to dragon land
these guys might get posted with color later hidden for the real snoopers to find v
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raringooo · 2 months ago
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Onslaught but his face like. Like. It like
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toricoriot · 1 year ago
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