#transformers animated angry archer

[glacias-transformers-blog]

Maybe an Angry Archer to pass the time? (tfa drawing ask)

This was a challenge because my markers were bleeding like crazy and one of them started to straight up disintegrate while I was coloring! ;A;

But it's ok. That is the plan. To use the markers for what they're meant to be used for.

[porqupyne]

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[lolathepeacocklord]

[turbineface]

sneezes really aggressively WHOOPS dropped ALL MY DOODLES oh NO dropped my DOODLEMABOBS oh NOOOO

me vs not drawing every character in the same pose challenge (so impossible i actually DIE IMMEDIATELY)

did not particularly like that prometheus thang when i first colored it but ideekay... its not so bad....

SORREY FOR GIGANTIC POST I JUST HAVE A LOT ON ME BRAIN!!!!!!!!!

and umm...

ONLY FOR THE REAL GS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[uselessalexis165]

random screenshot i took from home is where the spark is 🏠

[eatseggshells]

I don't feel so well... *Tries to hold it but instead pukes two Doodle of these critters violently on the floor*

Um, anyway... These are the art i made. Small doodles that u can probably just zoom into for a better look. These poor kitties that needed a jar to sha- i mean, better homes.

Sorry, ya'll. No robo post for today.. (soon tho ���)

So, yeah!! Nothing much to say abt it other than enjoy these drawings.

Also-

*violently pukes again*

Ack!... Here's a meme!

[ultracreativelywritten]

Hey kinda had this idea for a fan continuation for TFA where Masterson gave all the Earth villains suits that would allow them to become power masters for the decepticons and I’m curious what boosts you think each villain would give

I don’t think that all the villains would get a power boost, just the ones that Megs knows he could control. I see Prometheus Black and Henry Masterson out. Prometheus would turn on the Decepticons as much as he would take out the Autobots, and Masterson is a schemer that would take control of the Decepticons the sign he would sense a weakness in Megatron. I would also throw Cyrus Rhodes and Master disaster out just because I don’t think their feats would impress Megatron enough.

I see Nanosec getting an upgrade in his super speed, as well as the ability to freeze an opponent.

Angry archer would probably get an upgrade with his arrows, as well as a quiver that could make arrows on demand. I could also see boots that could attach to any surface, giving him a bigger range to where he can fight.

Professor Princess would be a fun one. I could see a gauntlet that shoots rainbows that would stun enemies. Glitter that would stun and temporarily blind an opponent. Stasis cuff bows. Make her horse sentient, and be a force to recon with as well.

Slo-mo would have powers similar to what she had in the show. Maybe the ability to speed time up around herself and makes her look like she can teleport. Maybe be able to mess up a cybertronian’s chronometer, making them loose a sense of time.

[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Mosaic #256 - "Lunch / Counterlunch"

Originally posted on September 22nd, 2008

Story - Shaun Flaherty Art - Sarabeth Collins Colours - Seshanna Hosenfeld

deviantART | Seibertron | TFW2005 | BotTalk

wada sez: The title of this strip is a riff on Punch/Counterpunch. It’s indeterminate when it’s set; the Angry Archer was basically in and out of jail across his various appearances. Mostly obscured in the first panel is the Burger Bot restaurant. See below the break for Flaherty’s original script.

Panel 1.  Sari Sumdac exits a Burger Bot fast food restaurant.  She clutches her stomach and exhales a sigh -- she is super-full.  Bumblebee transforms into vehicle mode.  His passenger-side door remains open for Sari.

SARI SUMDAC: whew

BUMBLEBEE: Wow, Sari --

SFX: CH-CH-CHK

BUMBLEBEE: -- I didn't know humans could consume that much fuel at one time!

Panel 2.  Sari sits in the passenger seat and buckles her safety belt.

SFX: SLAM

SARI SUMDAC: Me neither.

SFX: click

Panel 3.  From the back seat, we see Bumblebee’s console, dashboard, and steering wheel, as well as the back of Sari Sumdac’s head.  The windshield becomes a view screen and a communication from Prowl comes through.  Prowl’s head should be contained within an illuminated rectangle inside the borders of the windshield and a distortion effect would be helpful to indicate a holographic projection.

PROWL: Bumblebee -- Angry Archer has escaped from police custody.  You're closest.  Head him off.  We'll join you shortly.

PROWL (continued): Prowl, out.

Panel 4.  Bumblebee slams on the brakes to make a fast u-turn.

BUMBLEBEE: We're on it!

SFX: SCREEE

Panel 5.  A close-up of Sari Sumdac’s face.  She is nervous.

BUMBLEBEE (OP): Hang on, Sari!

Panel 6.  Bumblebee speeds down a street.

SARI SUMDAC (OP): Bumblebee...

Panel 7.  A close-up of Sari Sumdac’s face.  She is green with nausea.

BUMBLEBEE (OP): Yeah, Sari?

Panel 8.  Bumblebee makes a turn too fast.

SFX: ERRT

SFX: BLEARGH

BUMBLEBEE: Sari -- you okay?!

BUMBLEBEE (continued): What was that?

Panel 9.  In the foreground, Sari Sumdac stands wiping her mouth; her expression tells us that she’s feeling better!  In the background, Bumblebee has transformed into robot mode and is freaking out.

SARI SUMDAC: Sorry, Bumblebee.

SARI SUMDAC (continued): My bad.

BUMBLEBEE: Get it outta me!

BUMBLEBEE (continued): Get it outta me!

BUMBLEBEE (continued): Get it outta me!!!

[glacias-transformers-blog]

Trying to make the tfa humans in the Sims 4 but I am really bad at this...

[wineaunt420]

Yall stop acting like Angry Archer wouldn't TREAT YOU RIGHT

TFA Angry Archer

[lolathepeacocklord]

I could NOT imagine being a Detroit citizen in tfa !!! Imagine getting mugged by some guy in a Robin Hood cosplay and leggings !!!!!!!

[turbineface]

i cannot just do nanosec by himself i had 2 do the other two CRIMINALS and their mugshots from my FAVORITE episode EVER.....

bonus 😈

[starshipsofstarlord]

“thought you were mad at me.”

“it’s a hate boner, i swear.”

summary. you and daryl, despite fighting and surviving side by side for years, have always had a tendency to get on each others nerves. the one thing he hates more than your recklessness however, is seeing you hurt

warnings. boners duh, swearing, mentions of death and turning, daryl skinning an animal, feelings, daryl being a boob man, no smut, slight angst, love confessions, implied smut

MINORS DNI (18+), I DO NOT CONTROL YOUR CONSUMPTION ON THIS BLOG 👻

divider credits. @cafekitsune

There were many possible things that you could do to enrage Daryl Dixon; you’d been comrades for many years and it would have been suspicious if the two of you hadn’t found a way to flawlessly get on each others nerves.

Currently you were seated in your station of living, ass planted on a kitchen chair as you endured silent treatment from the archer whom was skilfully removing the outer layer of flesh and fur from a lifeless badger.

Your arms crossed upon the aged oak of the table as you silently criticised the lack of noise - the air was tense and riddled with thick annoyance, it was difficult to breathe through. To Daryl’s dismay, your fingernails danced in an attempted rhythm upon the surface of which that were layer atop of, creating a chorus of taps that were audible within the quiet room.

The sound filled his ear drums, and his attention drew away from the black and white striped creature that was in the process of having its fur stripped from its lifeless flesh upon the counter, and he irritatedly gritted his bottom row of teeth. He was becoming tired of your reckless habits, and the fact that you cared not for making one sorry mistake that would risk your life.

Despite the countless chances that he had had, he’d never told you of the feelings that he quietly harboured towards you, he kept them locked away from your knowledge, afraid that if he were to open up, he would only lose you, or that you would reject him for his deep infatuation. And that scenario was already on the verge of taking place, you’d been foolish, and luckily escaped with only scrapes and a few bruises.

But he was angry at your carelessness, it was as though you didn’t care whether you continued to live or died. His knife slipped across the badger’s skin, creating a thin red line through the mammal’s corpse as he stared down at it, hoping the morbid sight would distract him, though the sight didn’t sway him from being mildly aware of your presence.

Each fibre of his body was tense, he knew that you were hurt, somewhere on your body that he wasn’t certain of, but you hid the destination, which only brewed furthermore worry in his heart and chest. What if you were bitten? That would be something that he would never forgive himself for, that he hadn’t been there to protect you from the most gruesome process that a human could experience.

You would either turn into a cannibalistic monster that had an imperishable thirst for anything that breathed, or you would need a deadly pressure to your brain to prevent the walker transformation from completing itself in the vessel of your body.

It was an incurable disease, and you were all infected one way or another, but the bite would only enforce the burden of becoming one of them to a faster process. Daryl’s brain was haywire with emotions, his hand forced a tighter grasp around the knife, until he released it from his grip, placing it beside the spoils of his hunt.

He whipped around, glaring at you as you seemed undisturbed by the catastrophic ramblings that his brain was swirling in by its lonesome. Your brow arched in contempt, as you hid a smirk as you had seemed to make a crack in his brooding. But instead of his silence, there was a riddle of careful treading in his determined steps that slowly but intently made their route towards you.

Instead of being flabbergastered by his sudden change in exterior motives, you remained exactly where you were, fearless of the concoction of emotions that were emitting upon his face. Your hands continued their dance, precipitating farther exasperation to coil around the stealthy archer.

“Show me.” Daryl’s tone was brisk and harsh as they fell efficiently from his lips, and you ogled at them discreetly, employing the thought of them upon your own in your imagination. With a toying smile sprawled upon your lips, you cocked your head in query, stepping up onto your feet, allowing the entirety of your weight to fall upon them.

“Show you what? How to speak to a woman, because your tactics really aren’t working Dixon?” Not everything was a joke, this was a serious situation to him, yet you could not fathom that! Your words only made him enraged with your lacking will to look after yourself. It befuddled each cell in his body to think with common sense that you had managed to live this long, but he threw that building monologue away and as far as possible from flowing off his tongue.

He cared and that was all he wanted to show you, but it was impossible when you were so… impossible yourself! “The wound y/n. I swear ta god you better not be hidin’ a bite.” The hissing undertone of Daryl’s voice shocked you, whilst during past events he had made comments of his distaste for your methods of ‘getting things done’, he had never called you out so directly.

A pang in your chest told you how much you resented him using that tone to address you, but you shook it off, understanding that he presumed that you were destined sooner rather than later to meet a set fate. “Never took you for a religious man Daryl.” You gulped in your efforts to smother your blossoming timidness, hunching your shoulders as you pushed down on your confidence to make eye contact with the man. “And I’m not bitten,” you huffed, refraining from rolling your eyes, “I can prove it to you if you want.”

“Yeah, I do wan’ tha’.” He sternly replied, and all of a sudden you felt vulnerable. You rubbed your lips together anxiously, before reaching down and bringing your hands to the end of your shirt, beginning to peel it over your head, throwing the material that now hid little from sight on the table. In the moment you felt no regret for opting to wear a bra, but you still felt the need to surround your arms around your chest, which only drew more attention to your breasts.

You craned your neck, gouging his reaction as you turned to angle your ribs to his eye-line, the prominent flush of pink and purple bruising painting your side in a tie dye artwork effect. His lips parted, as his baby blues turned their focus from their rude excavation of your subtle cleavage to your side, his pupils wildly darting around the area with both relief and disdain.

“Ah, shit.” He rubbed his face with his large palm, as he realised that another part of his body continued to be distracted by his the other parts of your body that were teasing him with their supple beauty. “We should see if there’s any ice in the infirmary.” He stated, awkwardly feeling encased in the roomy kitchen. “I’m sorry, didn’ mean to make ya feel like ya had to show me.”

He felt stupid. So fucking stupid. Whilst he was never brought up in that way, he always tried to be respectful towards women, and he respected you more than most general people. If he were to voice his certain love of you now, or any when after this situation, he would look like an utter idiot.

“It’s okay.” Your voice sounded smaller now, and hated that he was the one that had burst your bubble of troublesome words. “I understand, enough of us are no longer here. You needed to make sure, and I appreciate that Dar.” You bowed your head, and luckily you were looking at your own feet, Daryl thought, as he felt compressed in his pants.

“I’ll go get ya some ice, and some pain killers.” Daryl was prepared to rush off, but as he was about to brush past you to do the errands to treat you that he had just listed, your arm swung, as your hand caught ahold of his wrist, dragging him into your personal space. On any other heart warming situation he wouldn’t have minded, you’d hugged before during hard times, but not when he had a… problem.

Instantly your y/e/c eyes shot in the direction of his face that was blooming into the shade of a beetroot. You had realised, you couldn’t not have. “Thought you were mad at me.” You teased, and Daryl felt the remainder of his body grow stiff as he released you. He would never live this down, you would never let him forget this.

“It’s a hate boner, I swear.” He attempted to save himself from your prodding smugness, however he knew all too well that was a losing battle. Your face returned to its coy assertion, aiming your mischievous smirk towards him - his erect cock was your fault, that was obvious. And you had been on a road too long without even hinting that you felt something more than seeing him as found family.

To once have thought you deserved happiness would have sounded like a sickening joke, and you would have maniacally laughed at the delirious prospect, but your hue of vibrant damage from the impact that had clashed with your side, and Daryl’s morbid assumption had reminded you that life was truly too short to waste any scrap of time.

“If you forget about the ice,” you deflected from the ache that pinched your bloodstream, “then maybe you can forget about that badger on the side too and prove that you’re not breaking a swear. What goods a ‘hate boner’ if you don’t get to prove how much you allegedly hate me?”

“Could never hate ya.” Daryl leant down and placed a peck upon your forehead, as his hand ghosted against your cheek, brushing your bottom lip with his rough padded thumb. “Now settle down, ya need some pain killers woman, I ain’t playing games no more. I ain’t lettin’ ya pretend you’re fine, can see you’re not.” He glanced down at the large bruise once again and physically winced; he knew you were in pain, anybody would be with such an infliction of harsh force.

“Then how about we stop this game for once and for all?” You weren’t sure if your words were for him or you, but nevertheless you drew your faces closer, allowing the tips of your noses to brush. “I’ve loved you since- I can’t even remember when I realised it, it just happened. And from then on, it’s something I can’t shake, and I don’t want to.” You confessed open heartedly, putting the secrecy that you had hidden for so long on the table.

Daryl felt his heart jump out of his chest, sure you’d make some infectiously teasing remarks at his expense, but he never thought that a woman like you would have the desire to be with a redneck tracker who had been born into a life that already had its share of issues. “I-“ Daryl took a deep breath that filled his wide chest, as he realised that this was the moment that he felt as though he had waited eons for. “I love ya, have done since the first time I saw ya. Couldn’ get ya outta my mind, jus’ wasn’t sure that someone like you could ever love someone like me…”

“Trust me Daryl, you can be more sure about it than your hate boner.” A laugh tumbled from your lips, and whilst Daryl adored the sound more than the tapping that your fingers had done on the table, he decided to shut you up. With his hand on finding purchase finally on your cheek, he pulled you in, meeting your lips as your mouths melted together, his opposing hand hovering over your extreme bruising as though he could protect it from the air itself.

The kiss was filled with each memory he held of you, each flashed like a tribute in his mind behind his closed eyes, as he finally felt shockwaves of passion flow between you. It was the best thing that he had experienced since the outbreak had began, and each moment of turmoil and agitation was worth it. He was finally home, with you, the person who accepted him wholeheartedly.

[eatseggshells]

*gently place all of my art dumps on the ground* pspspspspsps!

YAAY!! FINALLY FINISHED!!

Tfa Villains x rabbit hole 🕳️🐰

Now enjoy these pathetic looking Villains with the same treatment in this community! X3