#transformers falcon

[clitoris-maximus]

meg bird moment ^_^

here's him with a mourning dove and a peregrine falcon :3 (my two fave birds) (megs is a falconer in my heart)

[lockheed-martin-unofficial]

Starscream would never even need to try manipulating me, I’d just do what he asked. Whatever you say pretty bird

[z-ero-b]

Skeb commission! https://skeb.jp/@BOREZET

[nitewrighter]

Oh! Have you started reading the Skybound comics run of Transformers, Mun? :000

If not yet, I would highly recommend it!!! Its so good! :DDD

I have!! I've been getting REALLY into Daniel Warren Johnson's stuff this year (I LOVED Murder Falcon!!) and I absolutely love the total unadulterated whole-chest glee Johnson has with his effect lettering in Transformers.

RRAAGGHHH HEAVY METALLLLL

ZOWK ZOWK ZOWK AWWW YEAH!

He gets it.

[benadrylcandlewhack]

So like is anyone gonna tell Cheetor that Airazor is faster than him

[fafnir19]

Hunter Prince

As the youngest prince, I am often belittled, ridiculed, and scorned. My elder brothers, Haas and Rego, are exemplary warriors, while I, Prince Almir, am but a mere shadow in their presence. The king, too, has often expressed his disappointment in me, though he does so subtly, through concerned glances and exasperated sighs. One fateful day, a group of entertainers graced the castle with their presence, and amid their act, they unfolded a tale of Princess Naja, bewitched by an evil sorceress and earmarked for marriage to the fearsome wizard, Zarik. Her plight ignited a fire within me—the chance to prove my worth, not just to my family, but to myself. Stealing away from the castle, I embarked on a journey to rescue the fair Princess Naja.

Many trials beset me, but eventually, I arrived at the sorceress's tower, where Naja was imprisoned high above, seemingly out of reach. I approached Naja, hoping for her wisdom and guidance. Much to my surprise, she revealed her secret knowledge of the sorceress's books. She disclosed the conditions for my success: "Capture the black unicorn and fashion boots from its untamable hide; Slay the black wolf and forge a cape from its impenetrable fur; Snare the black falcon and equip your garments with its swift feathers." With Naja's aid, and a stolen magical ring from the sorceress, I would then transform into these creatures. As a falcon, I would soar into the tower, transform into a wolf to subdue the sorceress, and flee with Naja upon the back of the unicorn.

The challenges before me seemed insurmountable, but with cunning and skill, I succeeded in each task. The garments were fashioned, the magical ring obtained.

As a falcon, I soared into the sky, riding the winds as they carried me closer to the lofty prison where Naja awaited her liberation. My heart pounded, and the adrenaline coursed through my veins as I approached the tower, ready to confront the sorceress and seize my chance to rescue the princess. "Naja, I'm here," I called out in a silent hum, the only sound that carried from my avian form. From the tower, her voice echoed back, laced with an urgency that spurred me onward. "Almir, be swift. Transform into the wolf when you arrive. We must act before the sorceress intervenes." My feathers ruffled with determination, and with a steely resolve, I executed the seamless transition into a formidable wolf. As I approached the tower, the door swung open with a gust of chilling wind, and I bounded forth to confront the sorceress. But as I advanced, ready to confront the wicked enchantress, the sight that greeted me struck with the force of a thunderbolt. It was not the sorceress who stood before me, but a figure much more imposing. It was the wizard Zarik, his eyes gleaming with power and malice. I snarled and attacked, but before I could even reach him, Zarik swiftly subdued me with a collar and muzzle.

Naja stepped forward with a sinister smile, holding the magical ring. "Oh, Almir," she said with false sweetness. "I knew you would be the perfect addition to our little family." Naja's laughter filled the tower, a chilling sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You see, Almir, love can make one do many things. And my love for Zarik knows no bounds." She kissed Zarik and presented him with the magical ring. "This will be the perfect wedding gift for you, my dear." With a sinking feeling, I realized that the true love story was not between Princess Naja and I, but between her and the dark wizard Zarik. I desperately asked: "What is the meaning of this? Naja, I thought you were—" "Silence, Almir," Zarik commanded, his voice laced with an undercurrent of dark power that sent shivers down my spine. "You will come with us, and you will learn the consequences of meddling in matters beyond your understanding." As I stood there, rendered helpless and captive, the reality of the situation began to sink in. I had been tricked, betrayed, and now I was at the mercy of the very adversaries I had sought to thwart.

Just as despair threatened to consume me, Zarik's voice cut through the suffocating silence. "Almir, you are no longer who you once were. From now on, you shall be known as Hunter, my loyal companion." I blinked in confusion, my mind reeling from the sudden turn of events. "Hunter? What do you mean?" Zarik's eyes held a chilling glint as he explained, "You possess remarkable potential, Hunter, and I will decide which form you will take—whether it is the unicorn for its speed, the wolf for its prowess in hunting, the falcon for its keen sight, or the human form for its cunning and intelligence." A dreadful realization dawned on me as the truth sank in. I was now at Zarik's mercy, bound to his will and stripped of my former identity. As Hunter, I had become a mere tool in the hands of a powerful wizard and a deceitful princess. Defeated and captive, I could only wonder what fate awaited me at the hands of the sorceress and the powerful wizard.

The days melded into an existence I had never fathomed, where loyalty was my only currency. Zarik, my captor turned master, reveled in his newfound "wedding gift," parading me like a prized possession. I accompanied him everywhere, adopting the form he desired, whether human, unicorn, wolf, or falcon.

His training was relentless, intended not just to hone my hunting skills, but to break my spirit. "Good, Hunter," Zarik murmured, as I successfully tracked our prey through the dense forest. "I see great potential in you." Potential for what? I often pondered, but all that escaped my lips, in any form, were feigned grunts of acquiescence. One evening, as the sun dipped beneath the horizon, Zarik and I found ourselves in the great hall, partaking in a goblet of wine each. Naja appeared, cloaked in allure as always, her gaze flitting between us with a glimmer of malice. "Ah, Naja, my love," Zarik said, rising from his seat. "Have you come to admire our progress?" Naja's laugh echoed like silver bells, belying the darkness that swirled within her. "Indeed, Zarik. It's impressive how you've transformed Almir into such a useful companion." Useful? I snarled inwardly, my human form concealed by the boundary of silence I had resigned to. Zarik stepped closer to Naja, his eyes alight with fervor. "He has proven to be a valuable asset, indeed. His loyalty knows no bounds, just as yours." Naja's lips curled into a wry smirk, and I could almost taste the bitterness of my own plight. "Hunter, isn't it?" She addressed me as if I were naught but a hound. "Yes," Zarik affirmed with a glint in his eye, seeing his handiwork unfold. "His transformation is quite remarkable, wouldn't you agree?" I clenched my fists, hidden beneath the guise of human semblance, the wine in my goblet forgotten as their sinister exchange unfolded before me.

Naja approached, her ethereal beauty masking the venomous intent within. "Impressive, indeed," she purred, her fingers trailing along my arm as if I were no more than a weapon at their disposal. I recoiled internally, stifling the violent impulse to lash out. Trapped within my own facade, I could only endure their twisted charade. The moon ascended high into the night as the hour grew late. Zarik and Naja bid each other farewell, entwining in a passionate embrace, leaving me to my thoughts. However, their parting words, laced with veiled intentions, lingered in the air like a thick mist. As they departed, Naja spared me a glance, her gaze cutting through my facade with cruel clarity. "Be sure to join us on our special night, Hunter," she taunted. "After all, you are an essential part of our union." With that, the door closed behind them, leaving me to confront the turmoil churning within. I had become nothing more than a pawn in their treacherous design, a far cry from the prince I once was. The night crept on as I wrestled with the shackles that bound me, both physical and emotional. Eventually, the fateful hour arrived, cloaked in a darkness that mirrored the despair in my heart. I approached the grand chamber, the weight of my captivity bearing down upon me. The door creaked as I entered, my footsteps echoing through the chamber. Zarik and Naja reclined upon the grand bed, their eyes gleaming with a sinister glimmer. My presence, a silent reminder of their triumph, did nothing to dampen their unholy revelry. "Ah, Hunter," Zarik beckoned, his voice laced with a cruel edge. "Come, fulfill your duty as my loyal companion."

My stomach churned, repulsed by the spectacle before me, but even in my agony, I dared not defy their command. I assumed the form of the wolf and lay beside their bed, a silent sentinel on their unholy union. As the night waned, a haunting realization seeped into my very being—I had sacrificed not only my freedom, but also my dignity, on the altar of their dark desires. The weight of my sorrow threatened to consume me whole, and the hollow echoes of their laughter reverberated through the chamber, mocking my entrapment. In the depths of that chamber, I, the once proud Prince Almir, lay bound by chains unseen, ensnared in a web of cruelty spun by those I once sought to rescue. The night waned into dawn, casting an ethereal glow upon the shadows that enveloped me, and in that ephemeral light, a flicker of defiance kindled within me. Though my captivity had robbed me of many things, it could not extinguish the ember of resilience burning within. As the first light of dawn breached the horizon, I vowed to reclaim not just my freedom, but also the honor that had been callously stripped away. In the hushed embrace of that chamber, I plotted my emancipation from the clutches of their malevolent design, forging a resolve to defy their expectations and emerge from the darkness, a prince no longer in name alone, but in spirit and will.

[flamingfalcon3]

Nina: “Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

Fabian, with zero hesitation: “Of course! I would build you a little home in a jar. With a little house. And I would talk to you everyday :)”

[thedogsled]

Winterbaron for Bucky Barnes Bingo: K3 - Bonded Animal Bucky sighed, exasperated, as the tiny animal tilted his head over to one side, a perfect mirror to the way he'd perform the feat in his human form. By some miracle, even now, the cube of turkish delight that he'd evidently taken a nap in, was still securely bonded to the top of his furry head by sticky, sugary drool. How long it would take for Zemo to groom off Bucky wasn't sure, but his tiny little hands would surely make slow work of the process. "I'll go get a cloth," he sighed. Zemo puffed up his cheeks, going just a tiny bit more bug-eyed in the process, and Bucky shook his head. "I'm not licking your fur clean. Not again. You taste like sawdust shavings."

[thebritishdragon]

“More than meets the eye.”

Trying to get better at drawing transformers. So I drew ocs that are actually my friends!!! More are coming, these are just the ones I’ve finished today.

[slusheeduck]

Fictober 2023 Day 16 - Prompt: "This better be good." Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

“Astarion, if I could have a moment.”

Astarion looked up as Halsin called him over, a big hand waving him toward his tent. He rolled his eyes as he shut his book. “Oh, this better be good,” he muttered to himself, but did indeed saunter over. His arms crossed as he looked over the druid, who seemed engrossed with fiddling with something in his hand. “What are you doing?”

“I just need a few more…” Halsin smiled, holding his work out to admire it. “There we are.” He held the little object in his hand out for Astarion. “For you.”

Astarion took it, frowning. It was a little wooden figurine, masterly carved with an artistic chunkiness to it, of a little cat. He looked it over for a moment, then looked back up at Halsin. “…this isn’t a ‘Thanks for letting me sleep with your lover’ present, is it?”

Halsin barked out a laugh, shaking his head. “No, no, though I wouldn’t mind if you saw it as a token of friendship.” He sat back, another piece of wood in his hand as he started to whittle at it. “You know, whenever I talk to you, I’m reminded of a time when a young druid I knew was trying to get a kitten to be her pet.” He squinted at nothing. “Animals, of course, cannot truly be tamed, especially not cats. But that’s a lesson some people learn the hard way, and she was one of them.”

Astarion crossed his arms. “I’m not following.”

Halsin continued, “Well, this cat, it hissed and swiped at her every time she tried to come near, and she was distraught. Thought she was doing something wrong, and that she wouldn’t be able to follow Sylvanus’s path.” He glanced up at Astarion. “Finally, I told her to give the cat some space. She didn’t want to, of course, but ultimately she did. Eventually, after a great deal of patience on her end, it came up to her of its own volition.” He smiled. “And, by the end, it was the cuddliest cat I’ve ever seen.”

Astarion frowned. “Well. That’s a very pretty story. But I still don’t see how…” As he unwound his arms to shrug them, he glanced at the little cat in his hand. “…you’re giving me this because you think I’m a cuddly kitten?”

Halsin grinned. “I’m giving you that because I value your space, and I’ll let you come up to me as a friend in your own time, if ever.” He looked back down at his new carving. “But I think you have the potential to be, yes.”

“Well, I think I’m insulted.”

Halsin glanced up. “Then I’m very sorry,” he said, and damn it all, he sounded earnest. “In that case, I can take it back.” He reached up for it, only for Astarion to step away.

“No, it’s mine now.”

Halsin smiled and gave a little laugh, and he returned to his work. “Then I’ll leave you to it. And if you ever want to come back, I’ll be here waiting.”

Astarion puffed out an indignant breath, walking back to his tent. Imagine, him being compared to a cat. It was nearly enough to make him hiss.

...like a vampire. A very scary vampire. Obviously. Fictober 2023 Drabble Master Post

[whaliiwatching]

planning his outfit for tomorrow

[isharaneith]

What about Bucky?

Like, reblog or comment if you save, please

[bootleg-cal-weathers]

“i don’t actually have any siblings, he just kinda crashed into my garage and me and Lynda adopted him as our nephew” -Strip “The King” Weathers

[ben-the-hyena]

Who are the characters' patron gods ?

We know Nefertina's patron goddess is Bastet, it's the topic of a whole episode

Ja-Kal's is not very consistant, it's a falcon and they keep alternating between saying Ra and Horus as if they were the same character... but sometimes in myths they fuse into Ra-Horakhti so they CAN be his patron gods fused as one !

Armon's is a ram, so it is natural most people think about the most known ram god, Khnum. But since Khnum has wavy horizontal horns belonging to a breed that no longer exists whereas Armon has normal ram horns like we know them nowadays, I would be inclined to think Amun is his patron god since he can sometimes be represented as a ram with circular horns. Plus, similar name lol

Rath's is much harder because there are tons of cobra gods. And a lot are goddesses and we don't know if their patron deities have to fit their gender or not needed. Renenutet ? Meretseger ? Wadjet ? The goddesses of the Ogdoad ? Plus the show doesn't always make the gods very accurate (WHY THE HELL DID THEY MAKE SEKHMET A VULTURE !?!) so maybe other gods who usually are not cobras but simply snakes like Nehebkau or Werethekau ? Or straight up other gods who would have been drastically changed for that show like Sekhmet has been ? For now I go with Werethekau, being a goddess of magic and he is a magician

Scarab may not be a mummy, he has similar powers and is beetle themed so we can suppose he has a patron god too. And there is only one beetle god in Egyptian mythology, Khepri

Arakh and his son Kimas are scorpion themed. There are a few scorpio goddesses, no male, so it could mean gender does mean nothing. The most famous and powerful one being Serket it is probably her and either because they are father and son so it is special or because Arakh is a jerk who does not see Kimas as his own person but just an extension of himself they share her as patron goddess... OR One has Serket and the other has one of the others, Sepertuenes, Ta-Bitchet, Ifset, Wepetsepu, Sefedsepu, Batcheh, Metemet-Nefertiyes, Sefet-Sefekh, Iset Hededyt, Iset Ta-Wahaet... but I will go with the first I think, less complex, more in-character from Arakh, they have the same talisman who links them to each other, and some scholars think all these goddesses are actually just other forms of Serket anyway

[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Mosaic #498 - "Swimming Lessons"

Originally posted on June 11th, 2010

Story, Colours - Matt Marshall Art - Randa Rivera Letters - Andrew Turnbull

deviantART | Seibertron | TFW2005 | BotTalk

wada sez: From Nautilator’s Budiansky profile: “Originally a land-based warrior, he underwent adaptive reconstructive surgery for oceanic combat on Cybertron without ever being tested to see if he had an aptitude for the undersea environment. Once he joined the Seacons, it became apparent to everyone that he liked that environment - he just wasn't very capable within it.” Falcon, meanwhile, was one of those late-G1 Europe-exclusive guys who never really had much characterisation—aside from having a decently high rank, presumably informing his role here. Blueshift explained Falcon’s fate on deviantART: “Crushed by the water pressure. That danger is mentioned in panel 1. Originally Falcon was going to drown, but then I realised hey, robots.” Marshall’s remastered version of this strip from his Tales From The Matrix Keeper zine is included below.

[ask-cloverfield]

Bumblebee, sweet boy

“A few humans are expendable”