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Rise From The Ashes, Again
| Keely | [ΘΔ] | 🏳️⚧️he/him/his[+neos]| 30 | Self/safeshipper | ❤️ my F/O’s | art tag: #my art | writing tag: #my writing | Artist, Writer, RPer | Writing Requests: OPEN | I process my pain & coping through my art & writing | Twin to @monkie-deej | Ask for alt. Socials | banner by @evil-dad-evil |
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previously, megatrxnic
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I worked on Megan ✨💕☺️✨🦋
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At Raising Cain’s for dinner
Doodled on the cup heehee✨
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They were insane to animate digivolving like this
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I really adore this lil' guy ;u; s;dlfksdj;flk
Ref sheet for my Transformers self-insert, Orbit. Mostly TFA's verse.
Name: Orbit
Age: ??? [Adult, sometimes depicted as a child for flashback-like scenes. The timeline is too wonky so I'm not slapping an age on him. He's the equivalent of a 21 year old human.]
Pronouns: He/him, con/conself
Parents: Megatron and Kickstorm
Uncles: Starscream and Rushback
Romantic Partners: Blitzwing and Soundwave [G1 version]
Alt mode: 1. Cleaning bot. 2. To be determined... [He's growing his seeker wings! They're misshaped but slowly growing.]
Occupation: Medical/repair bot [Knockout's apprentice in TFP verse]
Features: Arms are stretchable hose/like material, made to stretch out into hard-to-reach places. Antennae act as ears and sensors- they move akin to cats. Nose is also a sensor. Tail is shaped like a whitetail deer but wags in excitement like a dog, but in nervousness like a deer. Boots have retractable spikes for mini-weapons. Carriers on hips act as pockets.
Likes: Soda [specifically Dr. Pepper and root beer], sweets, human foodstuffs [can process all of it!], video games [listen games- DOOM: Eternal, Minecraft, Dr. Robotnik's Mean Bean Machine, Jurassic Park: Rampage, Splatterhouse trilogy], nature, paleontology, music
Dislikes: Thunder, real-life violence, sudden loud noises, Blackarachnia
Notes: When portrayed as a child, he is not romantically shipped with Blitzwing and Soundwave. They are only platonic when he is a sparkling. Occasionally he will be shown as a child with Blitzwing and Soundwave, sometimes taking care of him- I reiterate that is it not romantic!! Orbit is only romantic with his partners when he is an adult.
#sweet minicon. | orbit#self insert#transformers#tfa#transformers animated#proshippers dni#//he's such a baby and i lomff <3 <3
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it used to be 2007 you know
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Seeker-In-Training
"I'm sure you'll fly high with the rest of em' soon, my lil' Orb. You'll be soarin' real strong with Blitzwing and Mama'tron, for sure. You're real' keen on catching onto that stuff so fast!" Kickstorm, with a warm and gracious smile, snuggled close to his eager sparkling, Orbit. He noticed his frustration, eagerness and growing impatience to be at seeker status and full flight like his uncle Starscream and his dear crush, Blitzwing.
He brushed and patted his face plate and rested his servo onto his softer shoulder-plating. He only wanted to see his young one soar freely as he wished to do one day soon. He may not find it as easily, but he was grateful in his own rebellious spark to see that his lil'fiery sparkling would be capable of such a feat.
[a little giftart i sketched for @evil-dad-evil <:3c I really love this lil' AU we're doing alongside my bro-bro @starscrumpt for TFA. I've been feeling more creative in writing and art as a result of keeping both more consistent ;u; It feels great!]
#my art#my writing#transformers#self insert#a frenzied firebird#the frenzied firebird#kickstorm the firebird#giftart for evil-dad-evil#giftart#transformers animated#tfa#transformers animated au#lil orbit
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TFA: Who & What I Write/Draw!
[Transformers Animated Edition]
[[Just so all of my boundaries and comforts are cleared out. So far, I share this universe PERSONALLY with two others. Those two are @starscrumpt and @evil-dad-evil]]
-----Characters I Commonly Write & Draw:
-Megatron: Easy and always enjoyable. I selfship/safeship with Megs, so I technically am not comfy with sharing the same ships. I will be mature and interact with most who also love him, but I can't be active in the same spaces sometimes. I try not to make things awkward.
-I share a Mamatron AU with @evil-dad-evil, as his OC is Orbit, who is the sparkling of Megatron and my OC, KickStorm. It's an active AU. <3
-Starscream [+ his clones]: I only actively draw/write for Starscream for @starscrumpt per safety of my brother, as he respects mine. He ships with Starscream, and it's sacred to me.
-Blitzwing: Shipwise, only for @evil-dad-evil per his comfort levels. I also love his ship with Blitzy.
-Soundwave: Shipwise, as well, only for @evil-dad-evil per his comfort levels. I also adore his ship with Soundwave! He polyships with them :3c.
-Lugnut
-Lockdown
-[+ most any other Cons.]
-Optimus Prime
-Ratchet
-Bulkhead
-Bumblebee
-Prowl
-Jazz
-Sentinel Prime [when he's not p*ssing me off.]
-Ultra Magnus
-Jetstorm and Jetfire [Same goes as with Sentinel Prime, per personal reasons.]
-Nanosec/Nino Sexton, Headmaster/Henry Masterson, Sari Sumdac,
[I will write most all characters if requested, but I will express if I can't or won't, and I can translate other versions of TF characters in other medias to TFA; like for example, Knock Out, Breakdown etc., etc.]
[[More Coming Soon.]]
#Transformers#TFA#Transformers Animated#my writing#who i write and draw#//ignore#//if it's not important
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TFA: OneShot [1]
-Transformers Animated:
-“Centuries Apart, Yet Bonds Reinforced”
-Rushback x Starscream
-Rating: [G]ENERAL-for everyone!
-Gift for: @starscrumpt
--READ BELOW FOR THE FIC!--
The streets of Detroit bustled with rumbles of fanfare and cheers as the Autobots were yet again successful at keeping the AllSpark away from the Decepticons, and yet again, Starscream. He sat wounded in both pride and framework, and he muttered and grumbled angrily over his sordid losing streak. His spark ached for an achievement, a chance to succeed for himself. He cared not for the success of Megatron, nor did he care for any other-maybe one other-but no one else.
His scrambled processor persistently attempted to pry and peer back into the thought he fought so hard to keep shut away, but he relented with sharp mutters and Cybertronian curses, “It’s not like he’s here…” He recalled the mention of ‘his’ arrival, “It’s not like he remembers me…” He sulked before he repeatedly stood up, faltering with a sharp hiss, and then pacing with a visible and aggressive limp, and then with a final growl, “Fine, I’ll go check…It isn’t worth not seeing him…just once. Just to check on him…I hope he misses me,” Starscream whined with a miserable and pitiful whimper before raggedly transforming and quietly taking off to the last direction he’d heard mention of his Conjunx Endura, Rushback.
His spark ached as he soared seamlessly through stormy clouds, and it seemingly raced faster in its rattling chamber as he grew closer and closer to the last known location of Rushback. He became more determined and reckless as he dove quickly in a graceful attempt to land, yet had forgotten that one of his treads was damaged nano-clicks prior. He hobbled into the dirt and faltered into several barrels of construction debris. It was odd, even to him, as to why Rushback wasn’t within the presence of Megatron and the rest of the cons, but he also figured he KNEW exactly why. He refused to think about it as he swallowed back a vile, familiar taste of bitterness.
“I hope he missed me.”
As he entered the large building with a heavy weight clinging to his drooping wings, his spark pestered him furthermore with its constant trembling and murmurs. He knew Rushback was close. Starscream knew that scent all too well. His optics misted with a mix of grief stricken longing and his own putrid guilt. He left, and surely it was his fault, but he ached to accept any of it. He already knew he’d be up in his chassis in explaining to Megatron what it was that prevented him from bringing back the AllSpark, “At least I’ll have this as one less burden weighing on my scrambled processor. I’ll be sure to apologize…this time,” He gripped his forearm and brushed down the scarred steel plates and lowered his head like a cowering dog.
When he turned a corner down the glim corridor of the abandoned Doctor’s building, He raised his head, almost revealing the absolute relief and spark-skipping joy that fueled an attempted smile. He choked back a verbal cue of his sparkmate’s name, but also, his optics were an easy giveaway of how much he truly missed Rushback. They shimmered with pained glee and joyous relief that his Rushy was still in one piece. He genuinely was relieved. Megatron’s reprimanding was the last thought on his mind at that very moment. He was okay and he was safe.
Rushback turned back with a genuine, excitable startle when he heard the disgruntled, choked up mewl from Starscream and met optics with him. He perked up and was only capable of muttering, “Screamer?..” before an enormous, shadowed figure loomed forward out of a hazy blanket of shadows with red, fiery optics, only muttering his name, and it sounded as putrid and vile as ever.
“Starscream, why have you not answered your comlink? Did you fail to retrieve the AllSpark a third and final time? Tell me why I shouldn’t dispose of and discard your miserable shell here and now?” His vocal chords trembled with unstable rage and emotional uncertainty-had his leader, the mighty and monstrous Megatron been crying, himself? His claws gnarled at his servos as he reared up to bare his glistening denta-angs at Starscream, but Rushback threw up his servo right before Megatron could step further.
“This isn’t what we agreed upon, Megatron. Remember what we just talked about. You promised me that you’d work on your anger spells and your emotional rumbles. Take a moment to breathe, your majesty. I’m sure Starscream will explain everything if you give him a chance to reason with you-see, your readings are already relaxing back down to a steady rhythm. You’re doing wonderful!”
As Starscream listened to Rushback’s calm directive to his scorned leader, he began to piece together what the narrative layering itself out before him was. Megatron was in a therapy session: and Rushback was his therapist. His spark was trembling at an alarming rate, and his optics fought back emotional displacement. He was fearful of showing any emotional distraught and weakness, but the calm in Rushback’s tone and the rage expressed from his leader brought him to his breaking point. He turned away from the two before him after Megatron sat back down, and he muttered a simple request to Rushback, “A moment please, Rushy?”
Rushback’s short audial fins raised and clicked in response as he cordially excused himself from Megatron, who audibly huffed in response. He relaxed into his makeshift debris crafted seat, and awaited Rushback’s return. A growing look of concern and nostalgic bliss overcame his age and war-worn faceplate as he tailed after his lover. Megatron still wasn’t aware, so that was good news, at least. He happened after him, and when they entered a room with a lack of roofing, the evening sun’s rays cascaded down upon them both.
Rushback’s spark fell heavy in its chamber as he gazed upon the pitiful state that Starscream was in. He physically ached for him. His optics shimmered and his audial fins drooped in a saddened expression of pity. He approached him with cautious, sullen tread-steps as he asked with forlorn chords, “What happened to you, my love?” He rested the palm of his servo up to Starscream’s chiseled faceplate, and to his surprise, he buried his jaw into his lover’s palm. He felt so heavy under his touch…Rushy sighed with such a forlorn expression and asked again, “Screamer, what happened, my dearest?”
He relented under a painful sigh, “A lot has occurred in our separation, and my absence from you was my worst mistake made...yet I realize…please don’t leave me-I’m sorry I ever left you,” Starscream, after a moment of stillness, leaned further into Rushback, but embraced him with such a needy embrace, almost clawing at Rushbacks paint and finish. He was so small, so Starscream just fell to his kneeplates with the loose debris crumbling and breaking around them both. Rushback snuggled and nuzzled into his neck and shoulder plating with desperate, protective nurturing; a desperate attempt to ease his pain and suffering weighed endlessly on his spark in that very moment.
“Screamer, please, there’s no need to apologize. I’ve long since forgiven you, and I’m so happy to see you again.” Rushback pressed his faceplate to Starscream’s as their spark chambers opened up in a united fluorescence that only they were ever to experience under the heated, evening blanket of fresh stars. A soft thrum escaped both of their exposed chassis as they felt such a serene sense of calm and connectedness in just one, sparkfelt moment. They stood in such a moment in what seemed like an endless eternity, and even then, an endless eternity’s wait for that moment alone, was entirely worth it.
[[TBC…]]
[Will continue a part two for bro-bro soon enough <333 I have a SUPER wholesome one coming up for @evil-dad-evil :3c]
#my writing#transformers#self shipping#self ship community#gift fic#transformers animated#tfa starscream#tfa x OC#Rushy the therapybot#rushback
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We now have a kickstarter page!! Please consider following it for updates on when the campaign starts! <3
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When my newest Transformers OC meets my oldest OC...heh...SkyScrap(2007) is not thrilled to see a small sports car, Kickstorm(2016) replace him lol!
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My Transformers oc, Kickstorm (created in 2016) 💕✨ he’s a 2nd generation Pontiac Firebird 💕
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Megaaaaan 💕💕💕
I sketched him yesterday
A few personal ideas added ❣️❣️👀
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Decepticons as cats. SFW, under the cut for space.
Megatron: Longhair gray maine coon who demands grooming. Too proud to let you cuddle him... most times. Will dig at the food container when hungry. You get him a grand cathouse- and he chooses to sleep in a box too small for him. Only enjoys catnip toys. Always tries to fight stray cats through the glass doors.
Starscream: Orange and white jerk cat who pushes stuff off of shelves, tables, etc when you don't pay attention to him. Zoomies come accompanied with loud and long yowling. Has to occasionally have a cone because he overgrooms due to stress... will bite in protest. Demands attention then suddenly wants to play. Isn't neutered.
Dialogue courtesy of @starscrumpt : "If you do not pick me up and cuddle me within thirty seconds, I will push this mug off this table and it will shatter upon impact! I know this is your favorite mug, and you'll never be able to use it again!!"
Soundwave: Tuxedo who's mostly quiet. You think he's a boy until he suddenly has kittens, then you accept him as a trans boy who now has a bunch of sons- how are the kittens so chaotic when their father is so calm? He will steal things to give to the kittens. Sleeps next to your pillow with one eye on the kits. Always brings the babies to you when busy. Likes watching ASMR videos with you.
Blitzwing: Black devon rex who goes from 0 to 100 in a split second. Sleeping one second, zoomies in the next. Sleeps on your face whenever possible. Goes insane for canned food. Will fight you for butter. Likes water. Demands to drink your cereal milk. Cuddles then sudden attack!! Loafs and stares at the ghosts in every room- growls when you try to stop him. Collects socks.
Shockwave: Sphynx. Spends most of his time on a cat shelf, judging everyone. Stares out the window, planning demise for the birds and squirrels. Chronically tries to escape to the great outdoors... but freezes in the backyard (easy to grab him and drag him back indoors). Tends to try to jump on things but fails and lands facefirst on the floor.
Lugnut: Huuuuuge gray cat. Likes to watch the TV. Always guilty when he gets in trouble. Loud meows. Gets his head stuck in things all the time. Cat no like banana. Scared of the printer. Tries to groom Megatron but Megatron bites him :(
Blackarachnia: The spider that Shockwave brought in after an escape attempt. Blitzwing plays with her until Soundwave's kittens eat her. [Sorry if you're a Blackarachnia fan. I do not like her, for her actions against my boi Blitzwing. There is a bias here]
#transformers#tfa#megatron#tf megatron#starscream#tf starscream#soundwave#tf soundwave#blitzwing#//I LOVE THESE!!!!!!
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I have finally gotten around to finishing a present update for Abaddon. A personal take for a secondary OC for Devilman. I've wanted to dive further into expanding development for him and several other devils, so I'll be drawing him more often. His last update was mid 2021 s;dlksjdf. I can only describe him as a major hothead. He's a short temper and a jaded heart all in one. He's also got that trope, the one of the hardass/jerk with a heart of gold? yeah, but you gotta find that center to see it.
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art by @starscrumpt and me
Abaddon is mine
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So, Devilman OC! 0u0 [even through chaotic tornado weather, I'm vigilant about POSTING art! heh!
So, Mainesthai, aka Manic! or Keely if you want to be down to Earth and Human about him. Past self was a lil' foxlike bestia devil referred to as Mainesthai or "Mai". He was a member of the Swift-Tail Bestia Devil tribe. He was the de facto leader after having to combat their former leader, Dual Animus. Unbeknownst to DA, Zennon was already heavy on mentoring Mai to become a more powerful being: Thus, becoming triumphant over DA, Mai becomes Mania; a more powerful, ruthless devil who carried his tribe further into an unfortunate spiral. His demise would follow a century or two after.
When the Age of Man would begin, Mai is reborn into the soul of a young, charismatic and empathetic young man named Killian Averne. He doesn't care much for insane social interactions and prefers his small social groups. He ends up discovering his abilities later on, and he has to go through several hardships to learn to manage Mai and his many other forms!
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art by @starscrumpt and Me!
Mai/Keely is mine :3c
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