#tfp soundwave

[lazurmiderlak]

Hope you enjoy this crossover. Give them some love if you don't mind.))) 💘

Just for clarity - these arts are not new.))

[virtual202]

Despite being the ‘evil, coldhearted/-sparked warlord’ whom everyone fears and who has reigned over the ‘cons with an ‘iron fist’ and his ‘intelligent’ and ‘unreadable’ plans, it’s funny how he’s just about the most expressive. I have considered re-watching TFP again just for Meg’s expression alone, lol

The fact that here, he’s placed next to just about the most inexpressive ‘con, just makes this funnier.

[axiondelta]

Soundwave, Megatron, and Laserbeak.

[kayzean]

I HAVE CRACKED IT. I FIGURED IT OUT. I HAVE DONE IT! I AM UNSTOPPABLE!!!! <- she will most likely not be able to draw them like this without even more practice....

Fucking FINALLY found a style and brush I actually like drawing them in!

Plz don't repost to other socials thanks!

@fluidfox123 bitch look!!! THEMMMMMM!

[victorzhuzhakin]

I hope the warning works because I don't know how to do it on tumblr

Some time ago, my friends and I discussed an AU (?) where Starscream could attend Megatron's performances as a gladiator in his youth, but I only got around to it now. Oh yeah, the violent middle aged thug and his two non cis fans (one will later become his husband and the second will become something like an adopted son)

Note: Megatron's mouth is bleeding because he bit someone's ear off, not because his teeth were knocked out. I think that's an important clarification, yeah

My commissions :]

[muletia]

[tfp] yandere!soundwave x human!reader

summary: you were meant to be just a bargaining chip for the decepticons, someone who could be easily discarded. but soundwave has other plans for you. (consider this snippet as a base for further stories.)

cw: obsessed!soundwave, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome?? not really but reader does have a soft spot for him, reader's pov, soundwave is fucking terrifying, this is just an excuse to write about soundwave interacting with you lmao

word count: 750

The automatic doors hissed open, announcing the arrival of the owner of these small quarters. You lifted your head from the tablet, wanting to confirm that your routine remained unbroken — that you would survive one more day. Seeing the familiar silhouette, you exhaled in relief. The same titan as always had returned. You’d live to see tomorrow.

“Hi,” you greeted, well aware you’d never receive a verbal response. The titan was fiercely silent.

He nodded, and that was the end of your “conversation.”

Your interactions hadn’t always been like this. They weren’t always this warm. Going from trembling in fear at just the sight of him to saying “good morning” of your own free will had taken some time. Not that you had much choice in terms of social interactions, which the reptilian part of your brain still craved. You’d only seen other members of his species once, on the day of your abduction. Accepting that this was now your life, indefinitely, hadn’t been easy, but after many months, you’d adjusted. Humans were made to adapt to new conditions, and you were no exception. The will to live had won.

You returned to reading an e-book on your tablet (a reward for good behavior) but quickly paused, noticing the robot had stopped at the desk, right by the small corner arranged just for you. You looked up—he seemed to be looking straight at you. Even with the screen covering his face, you could feel his optics on you.

He was enormous, terrifying, and the lack of human-like facial features, which you’d noticed on others, only heightened the fear factor. He looked like a xenomorph. But your alien was real. And he wanted something from you.

“What’s up?” you asked, uncertainly.

He moved his hand, slowly, calculatedly, and pointed at the tablet as if he genuinely cared about what you were doing, as if he cared about your existence. By now, you understood perfectly what he meant, having gone through this countless times when he returned to you after a few, sometimes several, hours of absence. This was your little ritual, a remnant of normalcy in a world where nothing was normal.

“I didn’t manage to read much,” you sighed. He tilted his head slightly. It was almost cute. Almost. “I just can’t concentrate today. I’m having kind of a rough day.”

It would certainly be better if you were spending your time at home, with family and friends, rather than as the pet of your captor, but of course, you couldn’t say that to him. Not when you’d worked so hard for the privilege of a tablet and your own little human corner.

“But it’s nothing big,” you continued, fearing he’d decide it was his fault. “Humans sometimes have days like this. Tomorrow should be better.”

He shook his head.

Did he not believe you? That was a terrifying thought, one with unpleasant consequences, and it sparked a flash of fear. Fortunately, that spark faded as quickly as it had appeared when an image popped up on his face — a silly meme of a cat holding a rose with hearts around it. You stared at the absurd sight for a moment, trying— and failing —to understand where, why, or how. Finally, you gave up. Laughter escaped you for the first time in a very, very long time. You knew you shouldn’t be laughing; this creature should never be a source of comfort, shouldn’t make you feel better by doing the bare minimum of showing you a silly meme made by some grandma.

But, unfortunately, he succeeded. For the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel so miserable, so pathetic and dull. You felt human.

“Okay, that was actually funny.”

The cat was replaced by a smiling face. His strange, flat hand moved toward you, but slowly, so as not to scare you. A slender finger stroked your head, gently, with silent affection, then slid down to your chin. It lingered there. The gesture was almost romantic as if performed by a lover rather than a giant, silent robot. The image on his face flickered, showing another picture—a heart.

There were so many things you didn’t know about this being. You didn’t know his motives or intentions, the reasons for his actions. You didn’t know what he was or what else he was capable of. But this intention was unmistakable.

Beneath his tenderness, beneath every gentle gesture, laid feelings for you. And that was more terrifying than unfamiliarity — because now you knew you’d never escape this place. You'd never escape him.

this is what he showed you btw:

[shapeshiftingcloud]

Jack Darby knows how to fight

At least in my SoundDad au. He starts fighting others at school a few years after Soundwave and Laserbeak leave, without a parental presence due to june having to work all the time and the constant bullying from his peers he becomes angry and spiteful. Only calming down when hearing the music box that soundwave gave him.

Turns out that music box is an old kaon(ian?) lullaby.

Maybe one of the bots were humming it but most likely it was a con who was singing it, probably knockout or breakdown to wildbreak. Anyway it's they sing Jack laser focuses on that person like they just told him the sky is falling.

Whoever finds out about the weird fact that this random fleshy knows something as minor as a lullaby from kaon (a historically decepticon supporting city), makes them curious.

"Do you know this song?"

*yeah. my um dad used to sing it to me when I was upset. Even gave me a music box with it. I could never pronounce the words though..

The con pauses for a second considering the human

"Can you hum the rest?"

Jack thinks for a moment thinking back to the happy but blurry times of when his father would sing to him, unconsciously doing the hand signs to the song.

Those handsigns being Cybertronian sign language.

Whoever discovers this, now knows that Jack( weather knowing himself or not) has been connected to cybertron and the war far before he met the autobots.

[energon-depo]

joodles as you do(trying to draw these tin cans)

[nix-xin-art]

These fucking glorbos

something a lil dfferent guess who

[tsuda-116]

use 4 days！model is done！🥰

[artificial-absinthe]

That one time when Megatron stole a pipe organ (11884 words) by ARTificial_Absinthe Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers: Prime Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Megatron/Soundwave (Transformers) Characters: Megatron (Transformers), Soundwave (Transformers), Laserbeak (Transformers), Astrotrain (Transformers), Double Dealer (Transformers) Additional Tags: Light Angst, Angst and Humor, robery, Musical Soundwave, Megatron is depressed but keeps afloat, and learning to do acts of kindness that turn out weird, Post-War, No RID2015, what's even that?, From war crimes to historic objects and art theft, Does this qualify as crack treated seriously?, Character Study Summary: AKA "I'll bring the entire cathedral if needed!" Soundwave fosters a strong penchant for music, and so he collects every kind of existing musical instrument on earth. Acquiring those from stores, particulars and museums is an easy task, until his newest target is not as common or as portable. Soundwave knows when Enough is enough, but Megatron… not quite. He reserves the privilege to not to abide by his own rules, and when his own deeds condemn the still loyal Soundwave to share his fall in disgrace, Megatron is willing to do anything to please him.

This one took such an experimental, leaking and self-indulgent turn that I'm amazed this is the needed way for it to flow so freely ☠️

[perduu]

i really want to know who draw this！

He's really handsome and really needs to know who the artist is aaaa

It's a Sonic personification. It's really handsome！

[arshis]

- - this bro struck me with his beauty 💟

[jaysdoodlehell]

Small thing I managed to make for Megasound week! :3

[pritong-baboy]

the quiet ones.

[chamm0y]

so many!! too many!!

used Solari0m's base yayayyippie