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#barricade idw
bluebloodedbug · 1 year
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well
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my bullshit but make it idw instead of tfa and barribee/bumblecade instead of shockbee
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falliay · 1 year
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Another TF dump :)
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darignis · 10 months
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— Little gift for the sweety freaky pie. <3
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streakyfreak-me · 1 year
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let's start our investigation, Pro~
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mngmix · 10 months
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thunderxino · 1 year
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do it, i dare you.
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Knock Out: Brakedown is too tall for me to kiss him on the lips. What should I do?
Slipstream: Punch him in the lower chassis. Then, when he doubles over in pain, kiss him.
Blitzwing: Tackle him!
Airachnid: Dump him.
Barricade: Kick him in the stabilizing servo!
Brakedown: No to all of those! Just ask me to lean down!
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rust-bearer · 1 month
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Thank Primus the clinic had a backup generator. First Aid counted himself lucky for finding it in the storage room, and quickly moved it into position for later. No fuel inside it, but that was alright. Plenty he could scavenge for when he’d need to turn it on. Not yet, at least.
How long until power ran out? He didn’t know. It was still online for a little bit, but that would change soon. Two days… maybe, max. Probably less. He shouldn’t- he really shouldn’t shelter in this clinic, of all places, but it was surrounded by big stone walls and only had two entrances. Entrances that he’d already blocked off earlier, sealing the gates and pushing abandoned cars in front of them, and then piling barricades behind. It would have been easier to defend the clinic with more people. Faster. But he’d…
First Aid’s eyes flickered to the outside again. Through the window. And he could see the throngs of zombies filtering through the streets. Could still see people, rarely, run out into the street screaming. Sometimes being chased by other humans too. Sometimes right before being shot. The tires tracks of the army convoy were still visible, and the same was said about the bodies they left behind. Some still human.
No. First Aid didn’t need anyone else. Couldn’t risk it. He already had four mouths to feed- if he even managed to find someone, how could he trust them? How could he trust to leave them around the kids? As of now, everything was- fine. Okay. The oldest, a teenager named Cliff Racer- who’d been at the hospital for her broken leg- she could take care of the younger ones when First Aid would go out. She knew how to shoot a gun, knew how to take care of the littler kids. Of course it wasn’t ideal. But it was what they had.
How much fuel did they have stored? If power went out tonight, First Aid could run it. Should he run it? Maybe not. The windows weren’t covered yet. The fridges all had perishables, though- he’d need to clear them out first. The blood bags. The milk. How much baby formula did they have? He needed to get more. Shit- the vaccines- were all the kids up to date? The babies, certainly not. How many months old?… DTaP, IPV, HepB-
Breathe. First Aid took a shaky inhale in, and out. He hadn’t slept last night and he wouldn’t sleep tonight, either. Just naps through the day. Like night shift work. But it made him exhausted still, and he was panicking. Of course he’d panic. How could he feed all of them by himself? Take care of all of them? If both of the babies needed twenty cans of formula per month- finding that alone would be difficult. Nevermind feeding a growing child and a growing teenager. Even if he could do the most basic of food, rice and beans, how long would that even last? Before-
…Before what?
He didn’t know. He glanced back outside, and this time, towards the edge of the mountains that flanked the city.
Maybe it would be a good idea to move out soon.
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raspberryborsch · 1 year
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Third prize for art raffle for @streakyfreak
Barricade looks kinda dumb, sorry
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bluebloodedbug · 1 year
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shhshshshhhh this is very late but thank you @deadgirlrolling for the kind words <3 <3 <3
Day 12: Cooking their partner's favorite meal + their partner's reaction
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transingthoseformers · 9 months
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Jazz grabs Prowl by his elbow and cheerfully turns anyone looking in their direction off, pulling him back to his office and locking it.
"So, you want me to ruin him? You give me the word, and he's done, babe. I may like the guy, but not enough not to destroy his self-righteous aft. That kiss? Frag him. I know things, trust me. I can find more if you want me to. I'll even let you take your pick of the flavor of ruination! Nobody frags around with my favorite Prowl and gets off. Not even the Super Cop."
Prowl just kind of bluescreens because Jazz sounds furious in the chipper threatening way that always means someone is going to suffer.
He sounds furious on Prowl’s behalf.
Like he is taking Prowl’s side in this fake breakup. Prowl had been under the impression Jazz liked Orion Pax. They'd certainly joked and talked and laughed every time Orion had met Prowl in the office. Prowl doesn't like to admit it but he's perplexed.
Jazz does not make sense.
"Why?" Prowl finally asks, completely confused and showing it.
Jazz cuts himself off looks at Prowl silently a for moments before smiling brightly.
"Ah, Prowl, what kind of friend, amica to be, would I be if I let someone break your Spark and swan off? This is called friendly fire."
Prowl is feeling a lot at that. A lot he doesn't have words for. But he can address one thing.
"That is not how you use that term."
Jazz laughs.
Prowl realizes with a little surprise, he has a friend.
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With Jazz leading the charge or at least he assume it was Jazz, his work seems to widely fall on siding with Prowl. A novel experience. Even if it was under the wrong assumption.
Prowl had forgotten to correct Jazz’s assumption due to his reveleation of their friendship and the slip of mentioning a potential Amica courtship, leaving him flustered. When he'd thought to, it was too late to confess, so he let it lay.
The only one not silently brewing with apparent righteous rage on Prowl’s behalf is Sentinel. He's been humming, practically skipping since he heard about the breakup. Prowl swore he was smiling when Prowl brought him reports, definitely humming some kind of marching song with cheer and utter glee that did not match his words when he said, "So sorry to hear things didn't work out"
Prowl was furious. At Orion as well because with Prowl's spark so thoroughly broken, there was no way anyone else would respond to his flirtations lest they face the wrath of Jazz for taking advantage of him.
Clearly, Prowl needed drastic measures, especially since Jazz had confiscated his Engex when he'd caught Prowl drinking as part of his backup plan. This only added to Jazz’s chilly regard in Prowl’s defense which was so touching he couldn't actually go through being drunk and trying to get released on dereliction of duty, a lesser charge in the grand scheme. Jaz would be disappointed and that, now, meant something.
So Prowl needed a new target.
One Jazz couldn't intimidate given how thoroughly he'd scared off Barricade.
Then, while Sentinel is smirking about how torn up Prowl must be while they are alone both fully aware that Orion, while Prowl had developed some friendly feeling, was a means to an end, it hits him.
Sentinel.
He smiles like a Sharkticon, and Sentinel cuts off, narrowing his optics at him suspiciously.
Oh course Jazz of course
Jazz is prepared to throw down with Orion for "breaking Prowl's spark" which is kinda what happened lmao
Because Jazz cares about you, darling. So so much.
Hmm interesting interesting
of course Sentinel.
Skdfjg oh jazz you're trying to help your friend but alas.
Target acquired: Sentinel
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darignis · 1 year
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— Personal fiction.
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streakyfreak-me · 1 year
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my little zombie boy
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mngmix · 1 year
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t-annuki · 2 years
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hola un wip de barricade segun yo
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IM NOT DEAD
I forget to post
SORRY
ANYWAY GUESS WHO FIGURED OUT HOW TO MAKE brushes in procreate I fixed my lining tool and added a thing where I can just bap in my little signature it’s so cute
ANYWYA I drew some characterz
The one in the blue with the horn is my friends character Azula, there was a Predacon design for her but I made the humanoid
The red and black one with the horns is another of my friends characters and his name is like thor’rath or something he does many smokes
the little blue cop IS BARRICADE not my character but someone who rps him in a server I’m in request I draw him so I DID visor and face mask characters are so hard to draw
The pink little piece of SHIT is dreamcatcher I think also another one of my friends characters, Blitzwing beat her up in an rp once and then got axed by her dad so major F
and the thing in the corner is my persona ngl I only drew busts and I was trying to hide where I cut off of the drawings so I slapped that in there
ANYWAY thank you for looking at my posts I’m not dead and I’m working on a project where I’m drawing all of the designs for my characters for a thing I’m writing so Stay Tuned ig also I made a shitpost comic yesterday so Perhaps I’ll post that tomorra I love you ppl tysm have a wonderful day I’m sitting in a Florida Hurricane rn
EDIT I POSTED IT WITH LIKE A DOT OVER SOMEONES NOSE FROM WHERE I DREW MY PERSONA SHIT BALLS FUCK ITS FIXED NOW
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