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I was inspired by early concepts of tfp Starscream...HE WAS SO BUFF DANG truly a second in command. I adore the design they went with, but buff Screamer just hits different ykyk
He was too op ig, he wouldn't let Megatron's sadism slide and would kick his ass instead of whining to Knockout lol
Sinking
An AU in which Ratchet joined the Decepticons as a scientist after OP's "death" in TFP S3 He'd lost everything, why not try to restore Cybertron amirite
And he's an addict. Drug abuse amongst the Decepticons is canon at this point, so
Having fun with designing humanformer Ultra Magnus and his (her?) tongue piercing biolight
Something something cope
Can’t believe I drew these lesbians until almost three am I thought it was like twelve
A teeny bit of fan art for the awesome @artsy-hobbitses, because DAMN!! Do I love those designs!!
The Face of the Wilderness, by @chokopoppo, a stunning humanformers MegOptiRatch fic set in the mysterious west virginian wilderness!
“Welcome to the town of Midian Hill. There's a population of 200 people, plus five stop signs, three police officers, and two police cars. Things don't happen here. People don't disappear here.
And there's nothing in the woods.”
This cover has been my little passion project, please check it out!
What a good looking puppy! Good that nothing bad ever happens to him!!
Hound, from the extremly talented @artsy-hobbitses, who is just PEAK character design!!!
Sg tfp drabble
Starscream would admit to being unnerved by miko ever since he met the girl. Despite years as megatron's second in command, battling autobots and wreckers alike something about her put him on edge like nothing else. Perhaps it was the eyes. Cold and lifeless but not empty, there was something behind them a sparkle of something predatory that didn't match such a calm face. That sparkle was gone now. Replaced by a frigid emptiness as if the life had been drained out of her.
He had never noticed how small she was before. Small and pale and almost fragile looking. He once agreed with the comparison of her to a porcelain doll but now it was like he was suddenly seeing her properly. Instead of something inhuman crafted from flawless China and given life she looked sickly, a child suffering a fever. She had kept her signature demure smile but even that seemed weaker somehow. It was like some glamor had been lifted and he was finally seeing the child behind the monster and myths. He wasn't sure how he hadn't noticed how unhealthy she looked before but he was sure what had finally made it all click.
The sight of those scars on her to small frame would forever haunt him. For primus sake she was a teenager! She had no business sporting a vivisection scar nevermind a brand! She was missing her legs! They had all known that wheeljack had been doing work on her yet it took seeing the scars, seeing the wrecker seal burned between her shoulder blades for the reality to sink in. It had taken witnessing the flawless white plastic that made up her legs for him to understand what he had to do.
"Knockout says you're good to go my dear so why don't I escort you to your new room?" Starscream stated amicably as he walked up to her offering her a soft smile and an outstretched hand. Those lifeless eyes bore into his very core picking apart and judging every detail of his being but the memory of that symbol burned into to pale skin buried those thoughts. A beat passed before a dainty hand was placed in his own and she slid off the medical bed. As he walked her through the halls he kept her close to his side and made a silent promise to himself which he burned into his heart.
He would never let someone harm her again.
Tfp sg drabble part 2
Part one here
WARNING: HEAVY THEMES
Good girl.
That's what she heard each time.
Good girl. He would say, his deep rough voice warm with approval and satisfaction and a pleased glint in his eyes every time she display the proof of a successful mission to him like a cat presenting a dead animal to its owner. Most of the time it was Intel of some sort, rarely it was recovered goods retrieved from whoever was fool enough to steal from them. Occasionally it was a body. Regardless of what her score was she would always return to the ship and present it, sometimes with blood on her, to the closest thing she had to a family just to hear the two words that kept her going. Good girl. Bulkhead had never been one for speaking without good reason. That was something they shared and that was why when he spoke those words it meant the world to her. It was a fondess reserved just for her, a love he only openly showed to her and wheeljack.
It was a comfort when she returned in failure torturing herself for her mistake only for him to take her into his arm and sooth her, strong calloused hands smoothing out her hair, wiping away her tears, and telling her that she was still his good girl as wheeljack fussed over her like a brooding hen.
That was what she heard every time she was left covered in bruises from those same hands. He'd purr it in her ear after his hunger had been satiated as he once again took her in his arms and carried her sore, exhausted body to his private bathroom to wash away the stains of his indulgence in her. Those strong hands would would become gentle again as he tenderly scrubbed her skin and washed her hair with the special soaps he kept in there just for her. It left her smelling like cinnamon and cloves just like his favorite cologne. He'd tell her how much he loved her, how proud he was, how valuable she was to him all while calling her his good girl.
That was what he said when she returned from her first successful mission, what he said when she had first taken a life, what he said when she got her first augmentation, and what he said when he branded her with the wreckers seal right between her shoulder blades. She didn't remember the pain very well, just the smell of burning skin and the words her closest friend spoke as he held her when it was done. Good girl.