#transformers hound

[feild-null]

More people need to remember Hearts of Steel

Like seriously these designs are so cool. It’s such a silly concept but it’s done so well, the aesthetic and lore are just too cool

[hazydaisyislazy]

Redraw of my favorite Synergize panel so far, CH2 PG39. It's a lot funnier with the context of the surrounding panels, but I had a lot of fun with this. ^^

[cedar-is-a-nerd]

"Cliffjumper! What are you doing!"

"Hm well let's see, I'm aiming a giant bazooka at Megatron and smiling."

"What do you think I'm doing Hound?"

"Because I think I'm doing murder."

"... Cliffjumper are you okay?"

"nO"

[drabbletron]

So, I know everyone is all convinced that Rodimus is the one to get freaky in his alt mode, but we've forgotten about Swerve and Hound in this.

It is canon that Hound would like to be human. He would totes do his human in the backseat of his alt mode while they're on a hiking/sigh-seeing date. Hands down, he would do it.

Swerve might be the one to take his partner to a drive-in and get freaky in the back of the truck bed under some blankets, praying he doesn't get caught.

Swerve and Hound are also probably guilty of trying to double-team their human significants between their bot modes and their holomatter avatars.

I know these might seem far-fetched, but I have my reasons!!!

[thorinsbeard]

Rumble in Roll for it

[hoiststowline]

Can I have a first kiss scenario for hound with human femme reader?

hound x reader

[a/n: any hound request is absolutely my pleasure to write. he's just so lovely.]

He’s fairly positive that everyone but the object of his affection knows of his enervating romance regarding you, the scout unable and struggling to find the courage to present his feelings to you with dexterity. Hound felt that everything he did lately felt clumsy, stumbling over words that usually came unchallenging in conversation, and has been caught staring about five times too many. It’s so damn easy to study your smile, the way your cheeks lift somewhat to accommodate the bend of your lips and every time he gets to see it, it feels like a reward and a punishment altogether. 

It’s no different than the ones you cast towards Cliffjumper, Mirage, or even Sunstreaker when he makes some quip that causes you to giggle. He’s crazy to think perhaps there is one saved special, a more carefree and blithe grin that upstages all others that have come before it. It’s unlikely, but he’s long been a fool about many things, and he wasn’t about to stop daydreaming about its existence when it wasn’t entirely proven it didn’t subsist. 

This time, it’s different, it’s a reunion a long while in the making. He’s been on a reconnaissance mission for about four and a half weeks, much shorter assignment than he’s accustomed to, but by far the longest you’ve both been apart. Earth’s time measurements often left him confounded, as stents that don’t appear extensive are quite the opposite in your perspective. 

He’s been back at the Ark roughly three hours give or take, enough to be medically cleared and undertake the necessary paperwork. It’s exhausting to prepare all this intelligence and information for a grand portion of it to be tossed into oblivion because it wasn’t useful or it was old news.

Yet, Hound does it without argument each time because the sooner it’s accomplished, the earlier he can seek your company. Not typically being one to skip out on assignments, Prowl was floored to discover the first time he’d tweaked the edges of his patrol to include your home. With a heavy spark, he made a pact to finalize his responsibilities before joining your camaraderie, though he didn’t have to be happy about it. 

Eventually, carrying an armful of data-pads, he begins the trek down to Prowl’s office when nervous chatter could be heard just around the corner, leading into the expansive room that would be the flight deck. He ventures to pass it by, making a mental note to assess the situation on the way back to his habsuite when he picks up your voice, enough to comprehend that you are not in a jovial mood. 

Immediately, he’s pivoting and heading straight for the cockpit, just five paces down the hall, followed by an expeditious left. When he reaches the interior panel, it slides over upon his proximity, and he finds you’re bargaining with Mirage to discover when the bot himself was supposed to return to the Ark. 

At the noise, you both freeze, fearful that you are being too loud and disturbing the peace. Hound can’t recall what Mirage said, his gaze trained entirely on you and the glassy look in your eyes. 

“Hound!” You’d exclaimed, but something different occurred, something else accompanied it. It caused him to drop the seven or eight data-pads he’d had in his hold, bewildered as that smile he’d convinced himself he’d imagined erupts, one that is just pure elation that could not be contained. 

At the dramatic clatter, you’d jumped slightly, but the smile never left your face, scrambling and nearly tripping across the floor to make it to him as efficiently as possible. Hound knows he’s got to have the dumbest expression on his face, but he can’t bring himself to care as he drops to a knee, empty arms now wide as he patiently awaits your embrace. 

“When did you get in? I had no idea you returned,” Mirage moves to begin collecting the dropped data-pads, but not before gently patting Hound on the shoulder. “Welcome back, buddy.”

He’s so distracted by the way your arms fight to wind around his neck but collects himself to address MIrage. “Thanks. ’N not too long ago, but don’t worry ‘bout that, I gotta get those to Prowl-”

“I got this,” The blue mech laughs, gesturing with his helm toward the paperwork. “Somebody was very worried about you,” 

Hound mouths thanks as Mirage disappears out the door, the panel closing back over with an automated hiss, leaving you both in shared solitude. “And how are you?” He rumbles, servo cupping your back as you pull rearward to address him, fingers splayed across the warm metal just around his collarbone. 

“I should be asking you that,” You laugh gingerly, hastily blinking away that worried emotion. “I just wanted to make sure you were doing all right. You’re not hurt, are you?” 

Hound blinks twice before comprehending what you’ve said, his unoccupied servo coming to rest over your left hand, dwarfing it where it resides on his chest. “‘M fine, ah promise. But, m’sorry to have been gone for so long.” He whispers when he’s so close to you like this, afraid to talk any louder to disturb such a perfect moment. 

“It’s okay,” The smile persists, even if it’s a smidge mellowed, just so your cheeks don’t begin to twinge with discomfort. “But I won’t lie, I missed you. Like a lot, a lot,”

At that, he chuckles, the action felt as it reverberates up from his chassis and tumbles out his mouth. “I missed ya more, y/n.” 

There’s a pause, a brief stutter where you both just smile stupidly at each other, the cool touch of Hound’s servo furling softly to hold yours within his grasp. Everything stopped, your heart leaps to your throat as you remove your free hand from his clavicle to rest on his cheek, Hound leaning negligible weight into your benign touch. 

“Yeah?” You rasp, leaning just an inch forward, waiting to be dismissed, but the idea of backing out now never crossed his processor. If anything, he moves closer, just near enough that you can see the sincerity dwelling in his cerulean optics. 

“Willin’ to bet on it.” He breathes, though his voice box hitches as you close the remaining distance to plant a kiss squarely atop his lips. 

[mfmara-art]

Tf Hound

[devilart2199-aibi]

Moment of Calm 🍃🦌

[candychameleon]

colored some more lines in my downtime to combat burnout. it's Hound!! in the rain!

lovely lines by Casey W Coller (@/CaseyWColler on twitter) ✨

[luluchankrl]

More autobots for you! Expect more in 10,000 years! And I decided to leave an extra for you. I hope you like Ratchet 🥹

(Crosshairs cannot be deleted just because it has been shown before 🙄����)

[katocheka]

the pookies 🥺

crisshirs, dwift (they hold hands 🥺) and hiwnd

👁️👁️

(the drawing of soundwave and shockwave wa smade by a friend ✨✨)

[i-will-fight-cod]

I’m loving Mirage x Cliffjumper lately, but for my “Over the Mountains” comic CJ is AroAce. And I thought of making this mini comic

HE DIDNT MEAN IT HE JUST DIDNT KNOW HOW TO REACT!

[shnowyfox]

Okay so u ppl like the horseformers it seems heres some more designs :D

swindle isn't even rlly in the story tbh but here he is. he should NOT have an insignia because this is moreso a civilian swindle. he's a strong and resiliant little feller but really probably shouldn't carry all that shit around on a battlefield. i just dont feel like going back and fixing it. also! combiner teams uhhh they exist! but i think maybe instead of combining they're just in a herd together like soulmates but its besties u know what im sayin. heavily taking from his wfc design (why he has cloven hooves... i love his silly pedes) since we don't get any CONFIRMED visuals on him in tfone..

considering changing jet wings to "feather" wings? and making megatronus prime a griffin because the seekers are griffins.. The two chains across the chestplate btw are like a motif in his court. Megatron, Ironhide, and the high guard all fall under his court

and a d-16 :) dont mind why he looks so judgmental.. this was supposed to be a comic. giving arcee the side eye... glad i focused on the designs first i fucking love his shin guards he's so pretty

griffin seeker! specifically starscream here :) there is lore reason why they get a mane and organic wings btw

hound! under liege maximo's court, and like megatronus' chains, liege's court has a motif in the horns. again, no cogged form so i had to kinda blend his cogless one design with his idw and foc designs? i really like his funny chestplate in g1. forgot his insignia but he is a decepticon in this one he was one of the first teehee

still going between horse and lion for optimus. heres pax though with victory leo's body as his lower half :) he was born under alpha trion's court and also all the lions in the japanese continuity?? forgot his insignia but maybe this is also civilian era (drops my head on the table and screams) also theres no reason for him to have a halberd he doesn't use one i just.. put it in his hands.

and alpha trion these last two admittedly arent great because i drew them just now when i woke up. way too top heavy but i'll fix it later when i start finalizing everyone's refs (this fool thinks he'll be interested long enough to finalize designs).. forgot hsi fucking autobot insignia too </3 also might give those under his court a cape which would mean i could give orion pax a cape too teehee.

ty everyone for encouraging me btw i was straight up about to redesign them to not be centaurs (cringe) but i kept them as centaurs and i'm figuring out how to make it work in the story (based)

[plutonic-rage]

The table of hear me out

I think they'll get along great :)

[swivelbot]

A Large Illustration of the Cast of the First Two Seasons of the G1 Cartoon (Except Lancer for some reason)

Originally drawn by Hidetsugu Yoshioka for the Pioneer Laserdisc Release of the G1 Cartoon.

Hand-Colourized by me.

ORIGINAL:

[drabbletron]

Domesticity and Other Distractions: Hound x Reader fic (PART 2)

|| Sorry it's so short! I'm still working on this, slowly but surely. I just haven't had the time with working second shift and trying to save up for my own place. I really hope you all like it! This is sort of like an escape for me at the moment with life being the way it is right now. I know we could all use a little sweetness in life and Hound is just the mech for the job! ||

more Fluff

Now that you’re in the full cleaning swing he makes his way downstairs feeling that itch himself. He closes up the garage and notes the mess your roomies left for you in the kitchen. Hound’s only ever done one chore for you here and that was taking out the trash (because it was a near torrential downpour and he didn’t want you to have to deal with that), so he does that and hopes it makes things easier for you. He tries not to fault your friends and chalks it up to them being just as tired as you, then he sees that there’s the largest pile of dirty dishes imaginable lying in the sink. Now that’s just plain rude!

He's never done it before with human food, but he imagines it’s a lot like cleaning energon cubes, so it’s not completely unfamiliar as he reaches for the dish soap and a sponge. Methodically he makes his way through the mountain and, in no time flat, he’s got the majority of it done. After a few more pots and pans he’s onto rinsing and then putting things on the counter over a towel to dry. He can see why you hate doing it when he notices the pads of his avatar’s fingers getting all wrinkly (what a weird thing humans do). He makes a note to ask you about why that happens later.

It's doing tasks like these that have him wondering about domesticity and you, and how he always finds the two going hand and hand with each other. If he were a human he’d have no problem doing all of these little things while you do some other little home things in a different part of the house. Even now when he’s pretending to be something he’s not, it’s like living in some fantasy where he’s not on the front lines of an eons long war and he doesn’t have to worry about you or the people he loves getting hurt. He can imagine that he lives here on this little blue marble in the middle of nowhere with a house, a garden, plenty of land to explore and sights to see, and you, always happy to see him and be loved by him. Now wouldn’t that be something?

He leaves the quaint little imaginings to the back of his processor and takes a moment to look around and see what else he can do to make things a little easier for you. Before he can take a crack at the living room and the many things in there, you’re coming down the stairs in your pajamas. By Primus, you look so cozy and soft with the light from the window on the stairs shining just right. You’re radiant and ethereal and his spark jumps in his chassis.

“I finished the room!”

You hop along down the steps, more pep than you should have from working all night long and wrap your arms around him with a hum. He can smell the freshly applied body spray, something soft and clean smelling with a hint of woody notes, when he returns the embrace and sways gently from side to side. This is surely some sort of dream. There is no way that Primus let him have this soft little thing from outer space that loved him so much. But who was he to question the creator.

“Ah took care of the dishes and the trash for you,” you look up at him in surprise, “Figured I’d make myself useful and try to tidy up.”

“Hound, you didn’t have to do all of that,” and the smile you give him is a mile long.

“Ah know, jus’ didn’t want you to stress yourself, darlin’.”

“You are too cute, you know that?”

You bury your face into his chest and he brings up a hand to cup the back of your head content to stay wrapped up in your warmth. How often do you get to hold each other like this? When was the last time you’d cuddled him, if ever? Not sitting on his shoulder or in his hand to be carried around and not sitting in his cab or the back seat when he takes you places. No, actually held and cuddled. When?

“Hey, do you want to take a nap with me?”

“Well, ah’ve never slept in a human bed before. Sure!”

With that you drag him excitedly up the stairs back to your room.

When Hound sees the space this time it’s definitely much cleaner. The bed is made and covered in soft, fuzzy blankets and plush pillows; the desk and bedside tables are visible if still a little cluttered, more of an organized cluster of items; and there are decidedly no “little patterned fabrics” to be seen.

“So, what do you think?”

(Part 1)