do you think you can draw G1 Galvatron and Cyclonus.. maybe Cyclonus comforting him or something similarly soft/wholesome 😭 im starved of wholesome galvs and cyc and i think it'd be so cute in your art style
Thank you so much for the kind words! I hope this suffices! :>
Galvatron's exhausted and Cyclonus has brought him a cube to replenish his reserves.
70 notes
·
View notes
my piece for @allsparkzines "Peace Through Tyranny" Megatron zine. i was inspired by the School of Athens by Raphael to make this piece. i've seen the actual piece in the Vatican and thought it would be a nice piece to recreate with Frank Welker's Transformers roles. when i was brainstorming for pieces to be inspired off of since i know i wanted to base my work off of renascence art, i looked back at my photos in the Vatican and got inspired to do the School of Athens for my work. be sure to keep your eyes open for it in the zine :)
this was a super fun zine to make a piece for and massive thanks to @kagebros for hosting it. i really enjoyed working on it and being involved with some incredible artists. It was a TON of fun and i'm forever grateful for having a spot in this project. <3
37 notes
·
View notes
Chubformers drabble #13!
Character: Galvatron (G1)
Word count: 493
Stronger than Megatron and a fearful opponent, Galvatron was fierce, scary, dangerous, threatening, and… fat.
Galvatron scowled down at his flabby pouch, clawed fingers gently poking at the rolls sticking out between purple plating. There was no way—no way—this was happening! Sure enough, when he excused himself from preparing for what was meant to be another successful day in the making, he’d found the embarrassing result of weeks spent doing little active work.
It wasn’t a bad look, he tried to convince himself. While the rounded edges to his otherwise sharp frame softened any sense of danger, he supposed it was something that could be worked around. That was, however, until he saw his hips… and his back… and his gut. A little extra pudge here and there certainly didn’t hurt, but excess weight stored all over his frame was a recipe for disaster.
How on earth had he managed to get so big in the first place, Galvatron wasn’t quite sure. It obviously had to have been a gradual process, and though he wasn’t keen on indulging his senses often, he had to admit that the weeks leading up to the Decepticon army’s sudden surge in activity had been far from profitable. But still, he thought grumpily, pinching at the buildup of mesh poking through the seams of his back plating. This… this was overkill.
“It’s probably those damned subordinates,” he snarled to himself, both hands slapping against his belly. “Too fresh out of the Allspark to be handling tasks like energon rations. Fragging useless, they are.”
Talking poorly about the bots beneath him helped lessen the blow, if only a little. However, Galvatron was still faced with the dilemma that he was no longer fearsome. Certainly not in this state, that is. After all, in their right mind would tremble before a mech who’d grown as pudgy as him, regardless of his past conquests?
The only trembling that would occur would likely be the ground beneath his thunderous thighs, Galvatron thought with a groan. Though his belly had gained most of his attention, he hadn’t failed to notice the way his soft, plushy mesh failed to squeeze into the tight constraints of his plating.
In this state, he was almost too afraid to step foot out onto the battlefield! Truly, who could blame him? Here he was, a fearsome Decepticon, knocked to his knees by a few extra pounds. If it hadn’t been such a pathetic fate, and one that he suffered from no less, Galvatron might’ve laughed at the absurdity of it all.
Alas, he had a duty to uphold—as well as a title. With chin held high and belly hanging low, Galvatron turned and stomped back out into the heat of the battle. He had just about lost his fearsome touch, but there was little shame in a few extra pounds, he decided—even if those few extra were better defined as a few hundred.
9 notes
·
View notes