#transformers g1 bluestreak

[phoenixisobsessed]

cat 91 for g1 bluestreak pls?

Flowers? (Original post: PINNED IN BLOG.)

Ong did this one yesterday. I’m gonna be in a car for 6 hours today so if y’all want to send in any asks for me to do while literally having nothing else to do, now is the time!! Thanks guys. (I have 0 new ones I am begging) Btw this one is 41/100. We almost halfway!!

[punch-draws-comics]

😭😭😭 They are finally done

I busted my ass but they are finished, and they give me cuteness aggression, so I think that means I'm happy with them.

These designs will be available as notebooks, prints and *drumroll* blankets!

[kray-zay]

Cretures

[sashamosu46]

Prowl spotted with Wheeljack and Bluestreak! Seems like he's having a nice chat with Wheeljack xD Also someone please save Jazz, he's about to get whacked by this dude who's playing suikawari (a traditional Japanese game that involves splitting a watermelon with a stick while blindfolded) lmao

I didn't notice Sideswipe and Sunstreaker in their vehicle mode until I squinted hard at the background, I guess they are having a race! Meanwhile Laserbeak and Ravage are chilling

Here's the clearer version of the Transformers Go! Go! illustration done in Where's Waldo style, have fun spotting all of the characters!

[prowlspaparazzi]

NSFW, size k!nk, fem human, no-named mech bc i'm a slut for too many of em but i had certain autobots in mind | minors dni

Imagine u and ur fav mech fucking for the first time, they're trying so hard to go slow but struggling because of how good your walls feels, squeezing and stretching all around him. He's trying to make sure you're not hurt while you're whining for more. He wants so badly to give in and give you instant gratification but he's putting your comfort above all else, his huge spike being swallowed by your body.

He can hardly find the strength to pull himself out to push back in. So his thrusts become a little quick, pushing in deep and slow, pulling out quick so he can feel more of you. He runs a cool metallic servo up your back, making you shiver from the contact. His voice calls out to you, with that small digital tone in it, "You doing okay?"

You nod, small tears of pleasure in your eyes. This was finally it. No more barely adequate thighfucking. You called out his designation, and added, "please keep going..." In a quiet yet frantic tone. It took all this mech's strength not to use you like a fleshlight then and there. He kissed your hand, dwarfed in size by his, to satiate the urge to use you. He knows you'd like to be used, but he likes having you safe and out of medbay. His hips are careful, but they find a rhythm. He holds your hip in one hand and the other clenching the corner of the berth underneath.

Being inside a human felt like pure heaven. Your juices coating his spike to take more of him in. He pushed deeper, and let out a soft grunt of satisfaction. He leaned back, looking at your nude body laying on his berth. This was unprecedented. Completely new territory between human and autobot. But it was already so addicting. His digits squeezed at your thigh, and felt the skin squish and slightly twitch in his grasp. He couldn't hold back the small smile forming on his face.

You whined, bringing him back out of thoughts, and reached your hands out to him. He knew you wanted him over you again. You enjoyed the feeling of being safe underneath him. And he enjoyed he made you feel safe. His hips find a steady rhythm fucking you, and he listens to your breathy noises underneath him. Neither of you had climaxed yet, but he knew he was gonna want to do this again soon.

[howgalling]

chatty traumatised sniper . Chatty traumatised sniper BLUESTREAK!!!!!! queen of not shutting up and ruining the vibe. queen of speaking out of turn. Queen of-

[transformers-synergize]

re-did my ark concept for my continuity

Wanted the ark to play more into my lore of making Cybertornians more alien and buglike.

also teletraan1

[heyo-im-n]

Came across this funny fanfic with G1 Prowl and thought of that one meme where the mom scolds the son and dad on the balcony. It just reminded me of that so much I had to draw it out. Also just love the idea of this tiny mech scolding the two big bosses. :p Doodled some other scenes from the fic. I would recommend reading it cause it's quite funny.

The Fanfic: Anger Management By MoltenAshes

[oozeandgoo-art]

A fun comic for ObliqueVion - Megatron loves Bluestreak's sweet talk; Bluestreak just thinks he found a neat handgun in the armory.

[writer-room]

If there's one thing I learned from Transformers One, its that if you want to make a transformers fan happy, all you need to do is have one (1) scene where their favorite character exists.

No line deliveries, no standing in the foreground, not even being named. Just take a rendered character, place them randomly in the background, and you'll have fans hollering in delight while taking a million screenshots.

Remarkable, 10/10. Never have I seen people so excited to watch a movie where a random guy is acknowledged for half a second. Are you guys this starved or is this just what its like when the media has hundreds of different characters

[friedyogurt]

Happy halloween 2024 (I'm late again, hehe)

I just took a break after the exam and I'm burned out. Sorry for always being late. I hope you can forgive me. ;)

[cityzenshark]

One gimmick about Transformers designs that always makes me laugh is the sheer size of the male bots' chests.

Can they see their knees? Do they get blinded by their own chests at some lighting angle? How do they climb, crawl or give and get hugs?

[swivelbot]

Bios Down Here.

Prowl:

FUNCTION: MILITARY STRATEGIST. “Logic is the Ultimate Weapon.” PROWL will keep at a task for as long as it takes. Strives to find reason and logic in everything. A listener, not a talker. Has most sophisticated logic center of all Autobots. Able to analyze and advise on complex combat situations almost instantaneously. Fires wire-guided incendiary missiles and high-corrosive acid pellets. The unexpected can often scramble his circuits.

Bluestreak:

FUNCTION: GUNNER. “I’ve never met a Decepticon I didn’t dislike.” BLUESTREAK often talks incessantly and inanely. Lightens the situation for all Autobots with his good-natured manner. Despite formidable weaponry and blazing speed, he hates war. Haunted by memory of Decepticons destroying his home-city. Fires bombs up to 8.3 miles and lightning-like 80,000-volt beam up to 12 miles of limited accuracy. Often inhibited by his disdain for combat.

Smokescreen:

FUNCTION: DIVERSIONARY TACTICIAN. “A look can be deceiving; a touch can be lethal.” Whether engaged in raging battle or friendly conversation, an ulterior purpose usually exists. Job is to lead enemy astray. Sneaky, but charming and affable…considered most devious yet most trusted of Autobots. In car mode, emits thick smoke from tailpipe…attracts to metal. In robot mode, shoots missiles which wreak havoc on enemy aircraft radar and guidance systems… electro-disruptor shorts out electrical targets.

[unhingedtransformers]

Season 1 | Episode 5 | Roll For It

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Hey, remember that ask about humans are cute au with the kidnapped baby, can you do it for the autobots please. Also, I have a feeling that soundwave kidnapped the baby from the autobots.🤭

Raoul's sister was going to kill him. Slowly and painfully.

Now look, that sounded bad but honestly? He deserves it, he really does. Because what kind of fucking idiot loses a baby!?

This idiot, that's who.

Now, the day had started out great. Raoul and his little niece, Clara, had been strolling around town. Well, he'd been strolling, she'd been in the stroller that he had been pushing. Anyway, semantics. It had been sunny outside, the sky littered with small, fluffy white clouds that drifted on by in the gentle breeze. An ideal day day for taking your baby niece for a walk. Raoul had practically been on his knees, asking, no, begging his sister to allow him to take Clara out on a walk.

Please please pleaseeeee, it will be their first uncle/niece outing and will be a great memory! Not to mention that Clara barely knows him. They never hang out! How is he supposed to be the super fun awesome uncle he's meant to be if they never hang out?

His sister, either tired of his pleading or deciding that it was a great idea, finally gave him the okay, trusting that at the end of the day her brother would bring back her daughter. Neat! Raoul could totally do that!

He shouldn't have jinxed it.

Like Raoul said, the day started out great! Clara had been a real peach all day, happy as a baby could possibly be. Really, she was an angel. Didn't get fussy even once, not even when a truck blared its horn while passing by or when old ladies stopped to coo and fawn over her. She had taken it all like an absolute champ. One of the ladies had even allowed her to pet her dog! Kids love dogs! Great. Fantastic! Clara had been so happy. Raoul's sister would love to hear about it once she was done strangling him.

So far so good.

They had then gone to the park to watch the ducks. Another great hit, as Clara had clapped her hands and made some happy sounding gurgles. Raoul had even had the foresight to bring some bread to feed them, allowing them to get a closer look. One duck had practically taken the bread straight out of his hand, something which had made Clara squeal with glee. Man, Raoul had been so proud, feeling like the Best Uncle in the World.

After all that excitement, Clara grew drowsy and the Best Uncle in the World decided that it was now time for a nap.

Taking a seat at a bench that was conveniently placed in the shade of a tree, Raoul had tucked his niece in. She fell asleep after just a couple of minutes of him softly rocking the stroller. Awesome kid, really.

Now, here's where he messed up.

You see, Raoul may have fallen asleep. Just for a minute, he swears! He hadn't meant to, it just... happened. One second he was flashing a smile at a group of girls passing by and the next he was startling awake with a loud, snort.

He had looked around, mind still fuzzy from sleep and eyes bleary. He smacked his lips. Stretched. Checked the stroller. Yawned. Scratched his neck- Wait. Raoul turned his head so fast that it gave him whiplash.

The fucking stroller was gone.

Jumping to his feet and spun around in circles, Raoul desperately looked for the yellow stroller and his niece, hoping that maybe it had just rolled away on its own. The ground was flat but it was still a possibility in his mind.

Nothing. Zero. Nada. Zilch. It was just Raoul and a couple of waddling ducks. And unless ducks were organized kidnappers, they were just as confused as he was.

Now, Raoul would have liked to say that he reacted calmly and with grace. That he had immediately gone to the nearest police station and asked for help, organized a search party. Maybe found a phone booth and explained the situation to a 911 operator. That would have been the smart choice.

Raoul had never claimed to be a smart man.

What he did instead was spend about half an hour, running around the park like a headless chicken, screaming his niece's name while checking the bushes, searching the trash cans, even climbing trees just in case a bird had taken her. Strangers passing by had given him odd looks, with mothers telling their children not to stare at the strange man.

Not his proudest moment.

30 minutes later and still no Clara, Raoul finally decided that he needed help. And who you gonna call when you lose your niece in the park?

Your best friend of course.

Tracks arrived only minutes later with several autobots in tow. Raoul rushed towards him and the moment Tracks transformed into root mode, he slung his arms around his friend's leg.

"You gotta help me, Tracks! I can't find her anywhere!" he cried out, practically hysterical. "Someone took her and I am the Worst Uncle in the World for letting it happen!"

Feeling sympathetic, Tracks gently patted Raoul's shoulder and flashed him a reassuring smile. "It's going to be alright, pal. If someone really did take her then we'll find them real quick. She'll be back before you can say 'Vector Sigma!'"

For a moment, Raoul's felt hope surge in his heart. Then Bluestreak had to open his stupid mouth.

"Uh, guys? You might wanna look at this." The autobots and Raoul gathered next to Bluestreak who pointed at a footprint on the ground. A very big footprint. Raoul made a noise halfway between a squeak and a scream. "Unless we're suddenly in the business of stealing babies, I think we've got a decepticon problem on our servos."

"Bluestreak, shut up."

Raoul would have agreed with whoever said that but he was too busy imagining for what nefarious purpose the decepticons would kidnap an innocent baby. Ohhhh, his poor niece!

Meanwhile, back at the Nemesis;

"We should paint the nursery red. Like true decepticon optics!"

"You fool, that's the color of human blood! Not to mention the autobot symbol. Do you want them to grow up to be an autobot sympathizer?"

"Then let's go with purple!"

"The walls are already purple, idiot!"

"A different shade then! How about a softer lavender?"

"Booooring! What about orange?"

"Like the Ark? Pfft, fat chance!"

"I still say we paint it green."

"No, blue! Then we can paint little clouds too!"

Soundwave shook his head at the bickering between his fellow decepticons before once again focusing on the infant in his arms. Waving one big finger in front of her face, he felt his spark warm up with joy as she laughed and reached out to grab him. Such a fierce little child. She would fit right in with the decepticons.

[fizrose]

uhmmm bluestreak iz my fave car evar i thinke