Velocitron concept sketches
No sense here - just baby in shawl
(what if Tarantulas could knit lol)
Extra:
Tarantulas definitely knits :D
Optimus; *coughs*
Rachet: *already dragging him away to the medbay* alright, time for a check up— first aid, get the sedatives
Optimus: wait w ait wait wait—Rachet—no no wait—
Jazz: oh Primus, poor him, I hope you get better boss bot!—Elita bring out those datapads and information we brought from the last expedition
Elita: *already pulling up said datapads and information* should we blackmail Starscream again or Soundwave?
Prowl: Blackmail Starscream, he's too much of a coward.
Ironhide:*walking in the room* we should castrate Megatron
Prowl: That's....hmmmm
Jazz: I'm going to go get the chainsaw
Mirage:*walking in* Did you all know Megatron watches those pony tv shows—
Prowl: *already putting that down and using that has battle tactics* huh? Oh, yes, definitely.
Elita: yep, one of the files here has that one— what if we just blackmail him, we need some energon anyway—
Ironhide; we should just take him out at this point, I'm getting tired of seeing his ugly Faceplate.
Ultra Magnus; *walks in, sees the Chaos and walks out* not getting payed enough for this
Smokescreen: I don't think anyone is getting payed at all.
All I imagine is that Optimus very much tries very hard not to be out of commission cause he knows his mech, he know that left unchecked, they could throw all morals out the window and fight the decepticons feral style without a care.
It probably wouldn't even be the first time they blackmail someone, they probably make mechas cry in their free time if given the chance.
I have a feeling the only sane mech is Ultra Magnus but that is probably stretching it—probably.
"Optimus doesn't take time off because he's too self sacrificing"
Optimus can't take time off because he knows the second he isn't white knuckling the riens, Elita-One, Ironhide, Jazz, and Prowl are going scorched Earth on the Decepticons. It will end the war but it may also classify as a total annihilation.
Optimus, sleeping slightly deeper than he usually would: 😴
Prowl: Optimus is out of commission, I am now in charge. Elita, break out those plans we told him we didn't make, Ironhide, ready the acid bombs, Jazz, grab us a jet. We're ending this war tonight.
Elita "the ends can justify the means" One: You know, I don't think we've properly considered the elegance of germ warfare. We wouldn't even have to get our hands dirty.
Ironhide "I'm just showing him my cannons" the Weapons expert: That'll take too long. Nukes, that's the best way to go.
Jazz "I lead the most lethal fighters on this team" the Spy: We've got one shot, I can sneak in and stash some explosives in their barracks, they'll never catch me. Blow their whole base sky high.
Optimus, waking up in just the nick of time: I am begging you to stand down!
Ironhide: Told you we should have slipped a sedative in his high grade.
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Optimus, literally fighting to get out of the Medbay: You don't understand! They're plotting!
Ratchet: You have a broken leg and a head injury, sit your ass down!!
First Aid, who's been secretly trying to help the four of them end this thing: I'll grab a sedative. He may need a week of bedrest.
Meanwhile
Elita-one: Now, I did some research and did you know that half of our war crimes aren't considered war crimes on this planet?
Jazz: Fascinating. What a creative group.
Prowl: Indeed. And Optimus does want us abiding by the laws of this planet.
Ironhide, nodding along: He does.
Prowl: Whelp! Gotta follow orders obey the laws of this planet. It's not a war crime here, Jazz, get the rust bombs.
my take on that one meme.
I have to make a masterlist so I don't lose track of which stories I am making and for what fandom. It is a mess and it ain't much, but I repost stuff quite often than post my own, so this will be and easy way for not only me, but other people as well, to navigate this account.
Changing The Story for Once [Part 1]
Megatron's "Not So Interesting" Life [Part 1]
Falling For You Again Cause Why Not? {coming soon} [Darft]
Love Binds (A Wally Darling x Reader Fanfic) [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]
Your My Favorite (A Wally Darling x Reader Fanfic) [Part 1]
I was watching a lot of Prime Soundwave clips lately, namely the ones where he uses his data cables, and the thing that stands out to me the most is how they’re So incredibly snake-like, even in sound design! The best instance was the scene where he was rescuing Laserbeak and turned back to pick up a piece he missed, and the pure silence of the scene with only the eerie wind and the near silent hissing/slithering noises of the cables (especially the way they moved) was just super snake-like that I figured it’d be very cool if in a human setting he’d have snakes for his cables! Do all the decepticons get jump scared when they notice the little snakes? Maybe (yes but I doubt Shockwave did), but Soundwave never pays them any mind. Maybe he could secretly record all the reactions for himself and makes little compilations. (Starscream will hate to ever admit how startled he got) I also think Prime Soundwave’s former higher status before he stepped down, he probably has quite the good fits still
Also just the line art/sketch here cuz I really cooked I think. Maybe Predaking would love the snakes
Lots of people have been asking for a part two so here's part two! Honestly, I did not think that people were going to enjoy the last part but then I saw people asking for part two and I was so happy that you guys were enjoying the story.
Thank you to everyone who had loved the last chapter! I truly appreciate it!
TW: Angst, Being replaced, Implications of vomiting, self-comparison ( in a sense) Overall, a huge angsty chapter. (If I'm missing something, please do tell me)
I hope you all enjoy part 2, thank you to these people:
@tiredly101 @thelivingdiary
They gave me ideas for part two!
Tagging: @capricorn-anon
I hope you all enjoy it!
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You stare at the mirror, hair a mess with a tired look. Months into this sufferable misery finally caught up with you, sleepless nights and late-night walks have become a remedy for a while but now, you simply wanna black out and sleep. The maybes had run around your head like a child high on sugar, which was strange since you never experience what's it like to be in a sugar rush.
Every time you walk down the street and see Wally and Veronica hand and hand together, you can't help but feel this awful feeling in your gut, the sudden feeling of sadness with the feeling of wanting to throw up the food you just ate. It was difficult that sometimes, you wish that you were as lucky as Veronica.
Lucky she was to not be in your shoes, wishing to say you part of this whole situation. But what if your friends get upset with you?! You can't have that! Gods how you wish you live a life without awareness but here you are, staring at your reflection, aware of what you feel and see, it hurts.
With a sigh, you left the bathroom, grabbing your satchel, and heading into the bedroom to grab your luggage, your mind troubled with the hurt and emptiness you feel. With a deep breath as the moonlight shines through your window, you grab your luggage. Ignoring the tears that fall, you swallow what you feel. It was time to leave now if you still wish to be able to catch the train.
You look around the room, remembering all the moments you and your friends have done in the place, remembering how Julie would style your hair, remembering how you and Sally would dress up as your favorite characters, remembering how you would welcome Eddie in when he wanted to talk about how amazing Frank is or dragging Frank in to talk to him to confess to Eddie before it was too late. You remember the days when you and Barnaby would throw jokes at each other while he helped you with the window he broke days prior. You remember the days of Poppy visiting with a bucket of paint to hide in the room from Wally.
You remember the memories with Wally, how he would throw pebbles on your window, climbing up when you invite him in. You remember the moments of late-night talks, reminiscing your college days, gossiping about how the rivals in the school were now dating. You remember his warm hugs when days were tough, you remember the rainy days when you two would hide under the bed, talking about the randomness of things, distracting him from the chaos outside.
Your eyes were damp from all these reminiscing, the ringing in your head as you heart shatters from the pain. With a final look, you grab the luggage and left, going to the train station, letting the moonlight guide your road to wherever you wanna go.
The morning sun greets the neighborhood. Everyone is up on their feet to get through the day. New neighbors were being welcome by Wally and Veronica but Wally felt off...Like something is a miss...Is he forgetting something? He shrugged it off, he'll remember later.
Hours passed by, and the afternoon came, Wally still feel that bugging feeling he can't seem to pinpoint. "You alright? You look distracted" A voice drags him out of his thought, looking at where it came from, he was met with a worried look from Veronica " I'm alright, I think I'm a bit beat, didn't sleep properly last night," he said, laughing nervously as he rubs the back of his neck. Veronica giggles " Very well then, go catch some z's babes, I'll take it from here," she said, pushing Wally to the direction of his house "You sure sweetheart? I don't mind walkin around to greet the new neighbors, would be not so neighborly of me if I don't" He said.
Veronica simply laughs as she pushes him "Don't worry bout it, I'll drop by later when I'm done to raid your pantry" Wally laughs, knowing that she would do so, after all, it has been a sort of routine of theirs lately. After making sure and persuasion from the lovely woman, Wally lets up and agrees he'll catch some sleep.
Walking down the street, he feel at peace, it was calming then slowly, he thinks of a certain someone, he hasn't seen you in a while, maybe a quick visit wouldn't hurt? Continuing his walk, he hums happily, maybe he can lay on the bed you own, your bed has always been the softest and the most comfortable one. He smiles at the thought, maybe he can raid your pantry for apples, you always had one due to him! The thought makes him chuckle a little to himself as he turns to a corner, going to where your house is located instead of his.
The street was familiar, even though you two live in the same row, your house was quite far from his place but it was sure near to the street he was currently on. As he walks, he starts to think of how the two of you would run down the street, tagging each other out of boredom, being reckless and a little bit wild. Singing or listening to songs as you walk down to your place, he misses it....
Slowly....
He realized how it's been so long since he has truly hung out with you...It twists around his gut...No, you two hung out last...Wait when was the last time you two truly hung out?... He knacks his brain, thinking of the last time you both hang out, he was with you a week ago....yeah! He was with Barnaby and you, helping you fix the window he broke. You were at Julie's party that was hosted two days ago, he probably didn't see you there, you never really were that into parties but he was sure you were there?..... He sighs in frustration, he can't seem to remember, he knows you two hang out a lot! So why can't he remember when was the last time you two hang out?! Cause he swears he saw you two days ago! He even interacted with you and you both exchange some words! It's probably the lack of sleep, he has been having a hard time with sleep as of late. Maybe that's why he can't remember, lack of sleep for some odd reason, with a sigh, he continues his walk.
Reaching the place, he walks to your front door. Ringing the doorbell he waited. Silence answered him, raising his eyebrow, he rings the doorbell again and waited. No footstep, no shuffling, nothing, silence hugged him and the surrounding, he turns the doorknob and it was locked. Maybe you went to the store? It is Sunday. You mostly go to the store on Sundays, he would even accompany you on most days, so maybe you were just in the store.
He looks under the potted plant near the door to see if you left a spare key that you always leave for him. Nothing. There was no spare key, weird...Did you lose your main key again? With a sigh, he sat down on the stairs of the porch, you probably lost your main key if the spare key is gone. You don't always lose your keys but it had happened a lot that he know why the spare key would not be in its normal spot.
He waited for you to come around, staring at the ground or at the sky, sometimes dozing off due to boredom or tiredness or probably both. The afternoon sky was lovely, he thinks of painting it and gifting it to you. He smiles at the thought, maybe you and him could hang out on the porch and just paint the afternoon sky! That seems like a nice activity for the two of you, you had always told him how you love the afternoon sky, you were a sucker for it that he started to love it too...or was it the night sky? huh...No, it was the afternoon sky that you love. You told him when days ago about it when he dropped by with Eddie.
After what seemed to be forever, he heard footsteps, he looks up ready to greet you when...
"Ah, Wally! Dear! what a pleasant surprise to see you love!" That didn't come from you, it came from old woman Josie! He smiles at the older woman "Nice to see you too Mrs. Josie" he greeted as the older woman walks up to him.
"Now dear, what are you doing here?" She asks and Wally chuckles " I'm here to visit (y/n)" He replied and the woman's face looks at him with confusion on her features. "What? Dear, they moved out three weeks ago, didn't they tell you?"
Wally's face dropped, and his smile was discarded "W-what? They moved out?" he ask, did he hear that right? "yes, moved out three weeks ago from what I can remember" She said and Wally felt his heart shatter.
Slowly, it cracks...and cracks....
" W-why?" he stuttered out, not wanting to believe it, old woman Josie is playing with him, and any moment she would start laughing saying she was joking, even though the joke seems a bit cruel...
But she didn't laugh....
"Dunno, although, they did mention about going back home, dunno what that lovely means but it did seem pretty serious"
Wally has never run so fast in his life, not even when he was chased by a dog when he first moved into the neighborhood. He has never run so fast, never darted down the street to get to his house as fast as possible. Tears fall from his eyes throughout the time, he ran and ran until he was breathing heavily, collapsing on his knees in the middle of the street as he sobs, holding onto his phone tightly.
Several missed calls he had missed throughout the months from his best friend, several unread messages, several things he had missed!...
Slowly it dawned on him, you were never in the party, it was never your window he fixed with Barnaby, it wasn't you who he interacted with two days ago! It wasn't you who was at the party! You weren't the sucker who loves the afternoon sky! It was Veronica! Veronica Williams!
He sobs harder.....Slowly, he realized that you two had stopped hanging out, you two had never hanged out, and slowly he realized that he had been ignoring you and had been avoiding you...
And that realization hit him like a train...
It slowly dawns on Wally that you haven't been in the picture for a long time now...
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Wooooooo!! Part two!!
I'll fix the spelling and grammar mistakes later, It's late here and I'm dipping out, night everyone!
Thank you for reading this and the last chapter, I hope you all enjoy it! Goodnight!
Edit: I have edited this, nothing really changes, so don't worry. I simply just added some colors and I hope you all are catching up with the colors now-
Also, I am very thankful for all the love this story is getting!
A buncha catwaves!! I didn’t have the time to get to Bayverse or One or Cybertron SDW unfortunately, maybe I’ll do them tomorrow if I got the time 🤔 but I just kinda was in the mood to draw some cats and I picked out some roughly related breeds to each Soundwave and their personalities or looks 🤔 yes Cyberverse is on that catnip btw, he just seemed like the type 🙄 as for the fur patterns I wasn’t sure how to go about them so I just splatted on some related colors and where they were… go my soundlings 🐈⬛ 🐈🐈⬛🐈🐈⬛
This is a royalty/isakai au I made a while back. I was inspired by the story called "Action" by Let's try some writing and a story called " Optimus Prime is destined to die" by Chuzillla.
And I decided, huh, you know what, why not? I have also posted this in Ao3 but this one is the revise version, I'm revising the story ever so slowly.
And I really wanna share it here but I was debating of it's a good idea you know.
Anyway,here's the summary; Orion Pax is a university student who ended up in one of his all time favorite novel. He has no idea how he ended up here, chaos ensues.
English is not my first language, so it's a mess.
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Admist the glow of flickering screens and scattered datapads, Orion Pax was but an interesting figure, lost in the labyrinth of his own solitude. He was your typical university student who's faceplate is always buried in datapads after datapads, all day long. The epitome of a university hermit. His family tree resembled a barren wasteland, and his social life? Well, let's just say it made a hermit crab look like a party animal.
He didn't have anyone aside for himself, he grew up with no sire nor carrier and he was just alone in life. He took odd jobs here and there to help him live and see another cycle. With no sire nor carrier to guide him, he wandered the corridors of life all by himself.
Despite such depressing situation, he always find solace on the novels he has accumulated throughout the years— one of which was his all time favorite, it was a story lace with tragedy of a fallen ruler who governed his kingdom with an iron fist, who used to carry the same name as he currently bore— a cruel irony he often found comfort in. He loved the story despite it's tragic and bittersweet end. It was the very first novel he had brought when his first paycheck arrived after grueling hours of being in one of his very odd jobs —the kind that left you questioning your life choices.
Extra credits is extra credits, he cant say no to that.
The novel was called “For Once” and it was a very underrated masterpiece. One which Orion would talk about whenever he gets the chance, which he normally doesn’t so he opted to simply reread the darn thing over and over again to a point where he semi-memorize the entire plot. He had been reading it before he went into recharge, to try and distract him from the thesis paper he needed to write. The story was dark to say the least, but Orion was fascinated and again, it was the very first novel he had brought with his first paycheck.
He had joke to himself, about how his namesake was a terrifying mech, even slightly wished to have his confidence to avoid that glitched-arf mech that keeps tripping him down the mess hall. But then again, Orion Pax has a lot of problems that are far more important than that, not only he has a very barren social life but his student debt was astronomical.
He had already calculated it— at the rate he is going, his great-great-grandchildren might still be paying off his tuition fee— Primus, he really fragging hates the Iacon Academy, it’s a good academy, don’t get him wrong but damn it— it’s filled with assholes. Another problem he has is his alarm clock being broken, and nothing else screamed ‘university life’ like missing your 8:30 lecture on the west hall because the universe seems to just hate you so much.
But fate, seem to have a twisted sense of humor.
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Orion Pax awoke, blinking groggily, he rubbed his optics, half-expecting to find himself back in his cramped dorm room, tangled in his recharge cables with datapads scattered across the floor, and energon caffeine cans across his table from the nights he spend cramming for one impossible test. But as he looked around, he realized that this was in fact not his dorm— he was in a lavish chamber, surrounded by opulent furnishings.
This wasn’t his very tiny space filled with his own mess— no, this place was…..way to fragging shinny. The walls were polished and they glistened under the lunars light.
“This isn’t my dorm…..” Orion grumbled, rubbing his optics while yawning. He’s hoping that this is just another study-induced nightmare that he seems to get once every cycle. He sighs and sketches the mingling ache in his frame— he stands up and walked to the mirror, expecting to see his humble blue-and-red-slightly slender armored frame. What he saw was far from humble. He’s colors are still there, albeit less brighter than usual, he was decked out in a massive, bulky armor, which seems to have been polished.
His chestplate alone looked like it could stop a whole ass armada—Primus, it probably had . And his servos? They look like they could crash a datapad in one squeeze! (Not that he hasn’t done it before, accidentally…while studying..but still!).
This is not his body. “Primus…..By Primus fragging servo that slapped Unicron, what am I wearing!??” he yelped, backing away from the mirror like it had burned him. And by the matriarchs servos, why does his voice sound like that?! He stared at the reflection, his optics widening as the reflection glared back.
What he was seeing wasn’t Orion Slagging Pax staring back at him. It was Optimus Slagging Prime….
“Oh no….oh no no no no no no! This—This cannot be happening! I’m-I’m dreaming! Oh Primus, please let this be a whole dream!!” His once semi-slender frame is now bulked with power and authority. It screams control and domination compare to his other one—which if you altered it to the side, he could be considered a femme by a very drunken mech!
And he had been considered as a femme once by a drunken mech!
Panic immediately seized him, his mind reeling with disbelief as he backed away, stumbling to the berth he layed. Orion Pax is known to be very calm and can work well being under pressure, he had done it several times!
But at that current moment— he momentarily lost this capability. With a barely functioning processor, he covers his mouth with his servo—
And screamed.
A very panic yet muffled scream.
The two have finally met each other lmao
Jazz on his own: Epic and majestic and competent
Prowl on his own: Serious and calculating and competent
Jazz and Prowl together: fucking gremlins
Hi, call me Coff, I write stories! I'm not good at it but I sure try my best! If you have any ideas, let me hear them-
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