#swiftstorm

[singeamon-blog]

I drew @marinatedsaltea ‘s oc swiftstorm! I love her design and character so I just needed to draw her. Not to mention she’s also the adoptive mother of jet fire and jet storm who are 2 characters I thought were adorable when I watched the show.

[draikinator]

Plz Look at me!

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[marinatedsaltea]

Team Cybertron getting introduced to Earth’s music

[angelbroad]

1)Black and white portrait study with @marinatedsaltea 's tfa oc, Swiftstorm

2) A lazy sketch of Marjorie with one of his arm rifles popping out (his forearm folds back and the gun comes out of the space where it's tucked inside the bicep)

[hecatemoon87]

A Modern James Delaney Story - master list

Chapter One

Tala Swiftstorm stood abruptly from her desk and angrily threw the morning's newspaper into a waste bin. She had just read an article that The Delaney Nootka Trading Company was commencing with a project to build private port access on Nootka Sound land.

That meant another swath of unprotected forest was going to be destroyed. It also made her mad because Nootka Sound was her people's land. At least it had been until back in 1784, the Delaney family stole it.

"What a dick," she mumbled as she walked into her kitchen for a second cup of coffee. She was of course referring to James Delaney. The wealthiest man in Canada.

Although Tala had never met him she assumed she knew enough of his character based on the news articles she had read. Her personal opinion was that he was a spoiled rich, white boy who only wanted to do things that benefited him and his profit margin.

She settled back in front of her computer and idly scrolled through several websites that she had save previously. She checked them on a daily basis.

Tala was a journalist who advocated for First Nation People's rights and environmental protection of tribal lands. And for almost a year she had been trying to get an interview with the infamous James Delaney. But his personal assistant, Lorna Bow, remained a steadfast obstacle.

"I'm sorry Ms. Swiftstorm, but as I said before, he's a very busy man. Furthermore, I am familiar with your work and I don't think Mr. Delaney has anything to say to you," Ms. Bow had stated firmly during their last interaction on the phone.

Tala remembered the phone call very clearly. She was replaying the whole conversation in her head at that moment. She settled further into her chair an said to herself, "Fine, Ms. Bow. Have it your way. If you don't want to do it the easy way, let's do it the hard way."

Searching the web, Tala began looking for upcoming events in which the wealthiest of Vancouver's citizens would be invited to. There had to be a charity event, an art gala or some other bullshit rich people affair that they all flocked to in order to show off their wealth.

Maybe at one of them, James Delaney would be present. And she hit the jack pot after ten minutes.

Charity Ball, May 25th at the Arrow Lake Resort. Come support the Preservation of Tribal Art, read the headline.

She scanned the list of invites and spotted his name. She sat back in her chair and re-read the purpose of the charity. Preservation of Tribal Art. "Well, maybe you shouldn't have destroyed the culture of the people who made it in the first place," Tala grumbled.

The date of the charity ball was tomorrow evening. Tala needed to get an invitation and a dress asap. She didn't have influence or money, but she did know someone who did. Helga von Hinten.

Helga von Hinten was a German fashion designer who had moved to Vancouver six years ago. Tala had met her through a modeling gig.

It really wasn't something Tala was expecting to do, but she had found herself in a bit of debt. She had come across an online ad confirming a $5,000.00 check after the shoot. The ad was specifically requesting for First Nation "beauties" and read: Let's express native culture together!

It literally made Tala feel sick. It was a modeling job for lingerie, how was that even remotely close to expressing native culture? She finally applied when her electricity was turned off due to an over due bill.

When she had met Helga, Tala was very surprised. She had expected a thoughtless and selfish fashion mogul. Instead, Helga was very grounded and even told Tala that she thought the ad was rubbish.

"This ad is a god awful piece of shit. When I find out who wrote this, I'll fire them. But you are still interested in the money? Sometimes we do things in life we hate in order to survive," Helga said as she chewed on a cigarette.

It didn't take long for Tala to become friends with the foul mouthed German woman.

Picking up her phone, Tala called Helga. "Hey, are you busy today?"

"I'm always busy, but for you I can make an exception," Helga said, breathing hard.

"Did I catch you at a bad time?" Tala asked.

"No, I'm fucking exercising. I rather be out of breath from having sex, but here we are," Helga said, causing Tala to laugh.

"Okay, I'll be over in an hour," Tala said.

Tala arrived in front of a gated compound that held an impressive stone Mansion. She hit the intercom and the gate slowly swung open.

"What's up?" Helga said, opening the front door to greet her.

"I have a favor to ask," Tala said, walking through the door. Suddenly a child dashed across the floor and into Tala's arms.

"Tala!" Wynter cried happily.

Wynter was Helga's only child, the apple of her eye. She was a some what sullen, but not unhappy girl. Tala smiled and hugged Wynter tight. "Good to see you, kiddo," she said.

"Tell me, what is this favor?" Helga said, walking towards her giant kitchen. Tala and Wynter followed her.

"I need a dress and an invitation," Tala said.

"Dress, yes, that I can do. Invitation? To what?"

"To the Arrow Lake Resort Charity Ball," Tala said, taking a seat at the breakfast bar. Wynter sat next to her.

"You like green? I think you'll look amazing in an emerald green dress I just designed. Arrow Lake Resort Charity Ball, fine I can ask my people to get you an invite," Helga said.

Helga took Tala to her bedroom and had her try on the dress.

Tala looked at herself in the mirror and tried lifting her hair up to see what she'd look like with it pined up. But Helga slapped at her hands and allowed Tala's long, black raven hair to fall back down.

"You should keep your hair down, like this. There," Helga said, and adjusting the straps of the dress on her shoulders.

"You look beautiful," Wynter said, smiling.

"Aw, thank you Wynter," Tala said, smiling back.

"So, why are you going to this thing? I thought you hate rich people shit," Helga said, folding her arms.

"It's for a story," she said, smoothing out the elegant green dress around her hips.

"Story?" Helga said, arching an eyebrow.

"Yes, well, I need to interview some one. He's been dodging my calls so...I'm going to see if he'll talk to me there."

"Talk to who?" Helga said, continuing to pry.

"James Delaney," Tala said casually.

Helga laughed and shook her head. "Are you kidding me? Your plan is to ruffle the feathers of the richest man in Canada?"

"There will be no ruffling. I just want him to explain why he thinks it's okay to destroy acres and acres of forest for some stupid private port for his company. Just use the Port of Vancouver like everybody else," Tala said.

"Yes, and I'm sure he'll agree with you and not have you escorted immediately off the premsis," Helga said, smirking.

Tala shrugged, it was something she had considered. Being either asked to leave or forced to. Either way, she was going to have a chat with Mr. Delaney.

"You know, I've met him a few times," Helga said, walking over to bed and sitting on the edge.

Tala turned to look at her incredulously, "You have?"

"He's hot," Helga said, idly checking her nails.

"I guess so," Tala said, remembering a few images she had seen of him. "But who cares? He's a jerk and someone needs to stand up to him."

"Look, based on meeting him, I'm just going to tell you, he hardly talks. But when he does, oh boy, it's this deep, gravelly, sexy, smoky voice that will make you moist between the legs," Helga said, pretending to fan herself.

"Don't talk like that in front of Wynter," Tala said, rolling her eyes.

"It's okay, Mom was raised by wolves," Wynter said, giggling as she jumped on her mother. Helga laughed and tickled Wynter.

Tala smiled and turned back to face the mirror, she looked great. Perhaps she'd be able to blend in without out too much suspicion and finally have that chat with Mr. Delaney.

[ohpollenpowder]

Five parts now for the [VS] (NA) party! Lemme know if yours is here!!! We also had a return of the Charr Wall; my first time seeing it and it was lovely~

Kunalla [RP] @golden-golem Siffe The Lost [RP] Caldus Swiftstorm [BRUH] Ellie Rourke [Star] Saelhkii [Star] @starlightsuncrow Ka Raska Veillie [FoF] @inquest-toolshed

Alba Moonseeker @sylvaridreams Maelgwyyn [DraW] Lochlan Of Night [CC]

Antonymph [ily] @kralkatorrik Vesnia Swiftreign [CC] Juno Spiritshatter [ily] Kerrick Ashgrave Eon Nightfang [SPCE] Korok Roanfur [UmP] Laika Blindwraith Ka Raska Garrus Firstblood [OOPS] @wall-legion Luka Keen [FOOL] Ribbon Steelhide Sparrow Quickdraw [ily] @moonlit-grove (& Remnant of Life) Artificer Lucasta @catmanderratmander Morrigan Sharpfang [FRST] Ari Stormshield [BUS] Redaar Steelhide [COLD] Zahida Echoflame [AUX] Song In Flight Glyndwr Lennox [MADS]

[transingthoseformers]

Not intending to be rude or sound impolite but the TFA shockwave art you reblogged is actually with the creators oc (Swiftstorm prime I think?) and not blurr ^^ nothing big! Just noticed your tags and got curious because I also enjoy shockwave/blurr content

Sorry, I'll rectify that immediately

I previously thought swiftstorm prime was blurr but primeified

[moxartz]

finished this after a million years of it sitting in my wips

[wind-holly-rewrite]

howd swiftstorm get along w his half siblings?

Swiftstorm sadly did not get to see Bramblepaw and Tawnypaw grow up, dying just before they were apprenticed, but he could often be found outside the nursery showing them battle moves or telling them highly exaggerated stories. They are related through Goldenflower, with his sister being Cinderpelt, and he was quite fond of them, and is the one who first warns Bramblefang of the destruction awaiting the territories.

[idrawtoomuch-gw2]

Look at this messed up weasel cat.

Bonus bobblehead because I had to;

(tbh I’m actually kind of fond of this top, minus the glitch of course)

[kgirlgamers]

A challenge for all of you. Just recreate this scene starring myself dead, and your characters crying for me.

[singeamon-blog]

When you wanna to hang out but the boys wanna join. Credits to @marinatedsaltea for creating Swiftstorm

[draikinator]

some bondbreaker doodles. swear to god ill finish this book eventually lol

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[marinatedsaltea]

Some Cyber-Trio scribbles

[oliverdarkson]

Look above! Swiftstorm flying fast through the skies! Piloted by StoneSider and MagnaSider with FlyBySider taking point! #littlesiders #siderunion #goodsiders #rebelsiders #missflybysider #missmagnasider #littlestonesider #swiftstorm #originalcharacterart #originalcharacters #ocart #ocs #inkdrawing #inkonly #ink #drawing #traditionaldrawing #blackandwhite #flying #carrier #clouds #skies #artistsofinstagram #artistsoninstagram #superheroes #team https://www.instagram.com/p/BzwhmnTFbtt/?igshid=1uwwtb1mkxe26

[hecatemoon87]

A Modern James Delaney Story - master list

Chapter Eight

Tala walked quickly to her office and closed the door behind her. She bit her bottom lip and softly hit the back of her head against the door.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" she muttered. She then walked over to her desk and woke her computer. Typing in the password she tried to focus on her inbox.

Just a mere minute ago she had kissed James in the supply room.

She had innocently entered the supply room to fetch a notepad. James had entered not long after and was frantically shifting through a drawer.

"What are you looking for?" Tala said, holding her notepad as she came to stand next to him.

"I need a bloody battery for my keyboard. I have a fucking meeting in ten minutes and I need to update my presentation," he said, irritably.

"Okay, I saw a drawer back here labeled batteries," Tala said, walking back over to where she found her notepad. She opened it and asked, "What kind do you need?"

"Two double As," he said. She picked out two batteries and placed them in the palm of his hand. "Thanks," he said.

"You're welcome," she replied. She moved forward to leave, but then moved at the same time and they bumped into each other. Tala could feel the heat of his body warming the little space that was between him.

James did not hesitate and fully accepted her kiss. He slipped one arm around her waist and with his other hand he carefully brought it up to the side of her face. Tala parted her lips and James slipped in tongue into her mouth. Their tongues locking, Tala moan softly into him.

His scent smelt clean, with just a hint of cologne that made her pupils dilate. She gripped her notepad hard in both hands as her eyes met his. This was too much for her to control any longer.

A passionate ferocity that she could no longer deny bubbled up in her, and she dropped her notepad and kissed him.

Her hands gripped his shirt tightly at the waist, then she brought her them up to his muscular chest and smoothed them down to his abdomen. James growled with pleasure when she bit his bottom lip.

The sound of the supply room door opening caused Tala to push away. Rita, the receptionist, stuck her head in.

"So that's where you can find the batteries Mr. Delaney," Tala said, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear as she left as quickly as possible.

As she burned a path through the carpet back to her office she heard Rita telling James that some important caller was on the phone.

Not able to focus any longer on her inbox, Tala picked up the phone and called Helga.

"Oo la la, Ms. Swiftstorm, getting it on with her boss," Helga teased.

"Shut up, I can't believe I did that!" Tala said, freaking out a little.

"Boring. I want details, not drama," Helga said.

"Jesus, Helga. Fine, it was fucking fantastic, alright? His beard is so soft and his lips, god his lips are were so bouncy. And his tongue, the things he did with his tongue just inside my mouth was glorious. I want more," Tala said whining.

"Then get more. What's the problem?" Helga said.

"I don't know..." Tala said. She paused when she heard a soft knocking at her door. She glanced up when it opened and Rita popped her head in.

"Hello! Oh, sorry. I didn't know you were on a call," Rita said, cringing.

"No, it's fine. What's up?" Tala asked, pleading silently that Rita had not seen her and James kissing.

"Nothing important, just wanted to make sure you found that notepad you were looking for?"

Earlier Tala had asked Rita where she could find a notepad. That's when Tala realized she had left it on the floor of the supply room.

"Yeah, I did. I found it. Um, it's great. Very nice notepad. It's here, in my drawer, safe and sound," Tala said, lying her ass off.

Rita smiled and then closed the door.

"What's this about a notepad?" Helga asked.

"Nothing. Look, I have to go kill myself or maybe get back to work, I don't know which yet," Tala said.

"Fuck him, Tala. Fuuuuuuck, James," Helga said in a small little imp like voice.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Tala said, making a face.

"I'm acting like the devil on your shoulder," Helga said, as if Tala should have known that.

"You don't need to change your voice. You are the devil on my shoulder," Tala said. This made Helga laugh and they said their good-byes.

Close to five o'clock, Tala signed off her computer for the day. Her plan was to leave before James spotted her. As he shouldered her purse behind her desk, her office door open. James stood at the threshold.

"Shit," she muttered.

"Shit? That's interesting considering you're the one that started all this," he said, closing the door behind him.

"I just wanted a notepad," Tala whined and wiggled in frustration.

James furrowed his brow, a bit confused at her comment, but ignored it and walked over to face her.

"I don't get you. You're interested, you kissed me, but right now you're trying to run away?"

"I do like you, I did kiss you. And yes, I'm running away," she said, nodding in full agreement.

"And?" he said.

"And I don't know what I want, okay? You seem like a very complicated man. Albeit, a very sexy and mysterious man," Tala said, nibbling on her lip and forgetting her point for a moment. "But!" she said, pulling herself back into focus. "But, I want a committed man. Not just a fling."

"Do you think I just see you as some sort of object?" he asked.

"Yes? No? Maybe. You've been with a lot of women, James. I read plenty about you and just through the media alone I've counted sixteen different women on your arm through out the years."

"Fuck, didn't you hear anything I said about what the media wants to portray about me verses the actual truth?"

"Yes, but...fine, look me in the eye and tell me you didn't sleep with each of those women," Tala said, folding her arms and waiting.

James shifted uncomfortably in place. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed. "I slept with most of them."

"Ah-ha! See? You can't commit," she said.

"Fucking hell," James said, bringing a hand up and pinching the bridge of his nose. He released his face, his hand dropping his side. "Alright. Done. We'll just be friends. Happy?"

Tala was not happy. She didn't like this final conclusion he came to. "No," she said, scuffing her high heel against the floor. James sighed then closed the gap between them. He placed his hands on her arms and looked her square in the eyes. "Give me a chance, then. Hmmm?"

Tala gazed deep into his gorgeous blue eyes. They were blue at the moment, but depending on the light they were green, sometimes gray, other time slightly brown. They were lovely.

"Okay, you're right. I'm asking you to prove yourself, but I haven't given you a chance," she said.

"I respect you, Tala. I'm not playing games," he said, stroking one of her arms. She placed her hands on his chest and said, "Swear to me."

He brought a hand up to her chin, hooked a finger under it and said, "I swear it."