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chownkiies · 2 days
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I always thought of how disastrous the scavs would be when they finally got their first permanent home
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driftingandprowling · 4 months
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Transformers riding amusement park rides - a thread:
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yasbeych · 8 months
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the scavs… they r my everything..
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snowiiarts · 6 months
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Transformers| Grimlock & Misfire A gift for my friend!! Thanks to my friend, I completely fell in love with them!!😊❤️
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ju5t777 · 6 months
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Bang Bang time <3
Illustrations for @eatyoursparkout ‘s Carbon Copy (Chapter 7), please go read it <3
Next illustrations here
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pixel-transformers · 8 months
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Did anyone else think this?
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The Scavengers + colors (insp)
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cyber-streak-2 · 2 months
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Krok: If this plan goes down the drain, where should we regroup?
Fulcrum: The afterlife, I guess.
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hasmadara · 6 months
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please zoom into this thing that took a month of my life Orz
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kawareo · 6 months
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Day 5: Internal Injuries
If Helex tried to kill Fulcrum before Scavengers de-bombed him, i dunno, thought it'd be a fun visual if an explosion happened inside :) also i just love drawing helex
<< Day 4: Speared >> Day 6: Meat Hooks
Goretober Masterlist
If you have suggestions for who to draw, send me an ask!
no words under cut
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wifetomegatron · 6 months
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perceptor wants to study you. afab!reader. nsfw! drabble. skirt mentioned.
Perceptor is a scientist. It is his job to learn. To observe. In many ways, when the situation calls for it, it is also his job to solve things. The most reliable questions to answer were equations, solid and truthful: numerical variables were tangible enough to pull apart and rebuild without straying too far from his reality. They only have one answer.
But you were different. A moving target that never stood still. Always changing and taking him by surprise. You were a blow to his ego. And that caught his attention. A beauty that had no source in his stout and unyielding world. The possibilities were endless.
He wants to drink you dry.
" Open your mouth."
His voice was barely short of a whisper. Do all humans have this ability to render sentient beings speechless, to rob the room of any sound? Maybe they are also capable of manipulating magnetic fields: of defying the laws of gravity to knock their opponents off their axis. That would be dangerous. It was a good thing that you didn't see him as a threat. Not when you were looking at his past your lashes, eyes coy — fingers drawing circles around his shoulders.
" My," You hummed, " How bold of you, Perceptor."
Have you always had this lilt to your voice? He searched his processor for a comparison — the water running down the creek back in your green organic planet, the lonely echo of bullets as they ricochet, the tentative hum of a spark as it reignites. None of them comes close. He feels sick. Dizzy. Maybe he needs to go and see Ratchet.
" Open your mouth, please."
He repeats himself. Voice surprisingly level, even though it felt like his vocalizer was going to snap. And that earned him a smile. He did nothing to warrant your laughter, and yet you indulged him like you always do. Tongue — pink and wet — peeking past the row of pearls you call teeth as you tilt your neck gently backward. His hand moved instinctively, dwarfing the back of your head for support. 
He pressed the pad of his thumb flat across the soft surface and felt the metal sink. Your eyes fluttered shut, legs, slightly parting to let him slot his body in between. He held you in place. Chest to chassis, the thin fabric of your shirt did nothing to hide the subtle race of your heart.
Sinew and muscle, humming, unlike anything he's ever heard. 
This is for science, Perceptor tells you, retracting his servos to pick up his PADD, mind bursting with a flurry of thoughts. He couldn't even remember what he wrote down. He will have to review it later. 
He runs a few more exams. Medical needs it. And yet he had offered himself to run them. He says it was also crucial for his research. 
What kind of research, Ratchet had asked him.
A personal one, he had replied.
No one stopped him, especially not when you were so eager to help.
He kissed you on the lips. Tentatively, once, twice. You sighed into his mouth. Lips soft. Too soft. He needed to know if you were just as delicate between your —
This is for science, Perceptor tells himself, already sinking onto his knees. You were a plethora of texture, so different from his biology. So far from the mundane. While he clings almost religiously to the dependable — facts, numbers, metal — the purest, rawest form of science is the unknown. He nudged your knees with his nose, wider, and you wordlessly complied. 
Every scientist is an explorer at heart. And what is more unfamiliar than the feel of your skin? 
Perceptor rubs up and down your thighs, feeling you shiver. His cooling fans clicked to life, reacting, responsive. And this pleased you. And you pleased him.
Prettiness is symmetry, all things in the right place. And yet you were an artifact of unknown beauty, with no origin, no source. All things have to start somewhere — stars were born out of gases, sparks out of a mass of positrons supercharged by energon. But where did you come from? So alien. So different.
If the Earth was your creator, then you must be molded out of clay, shaped by her gentle hands, not carved, for he was sure even under his touch you would break. That the slightest misplace of pressure would shatter and scatter you into pieces.
But humans were known to be resilient. He likes to call you generous instead. Ever so giving, ever so kind.
Today, you wore what you called a skirt. Isn't it pretty? He doesn't have much to say about its color other than that it was practical and worn with a purpose. An invitation.
You mewled in encouragement when he pressed a kiss square against the plush, wet slit of your cunt.
Perceptor is a scientist. It is his job to learn. To observe. In many ways, when the situation calls for it, it is also his job to solve things. And there is still so much he wants to learn from you. He wants to map every sensitive spot that made you gasp and writhe. He wants to chart every delicate twitch, every clench. And with your body arching atop his table — sweat dripping down your brow, you were his muse.
But make no mistake, this was a symbiotic relationship. You were also studying him, changing him. ( He was certain you've ruined him for anyone else.)
Perceptor knows he should have stayed as an objective observer, standing on the sideline. Yet you were a very seductive hypothesis, just waiting to be kissed to life. There was lubricant leaking down his chin as you reached your high, nails scratching the back of his helm. Objects cluttered off the table in the distance, yet he continues to drink.
You broke his idea of truth, and Perceptor lets you.
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chownkiies · 28 days
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Experimental Panel redraw :")
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driftingandprowling · 3 months
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Drawing challenges as Transformers: a thread
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yasbeych · 11 months
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happy belated weed day :)
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astrangeavenue · 7 days
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sorta unfinished scav drawings from a year or so ago... i had plans to do more/color but i kinda just stopped . thought id post em sooner rather than never
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ju5t777 · 6 months
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Illustrations for @eatyoursparkout ‘s Carbon Copy (Chapter 17)
Go check out the fic if you haven’t already! It’s a fic that brings the team together xoxo
Previous illustrations here
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