I Feel Like Ive Been Working On This One For Ages But I Finished It So Enjoy!

I feel like I’ve been working on this one for ages but I finished it so enjoy!

Trying a rendered style

be pro-aging but wear sun screen. sun protection is not beauty industry propaganda it will save you. wear it. or else.

Oooooo! would it be alright if i requested something for tfp breakdown with a gn human friend who's super affectionate? Like they love hanging out on his shoulder, riding around in his alt mode, and climbing around on him when nothing's going on? Thank you!

Congrats on being both my first request after my break, and my first Breakdown request!! It was fun to explore Breakdown’s character for this, hope you enjoy :)

“What are you doing?”

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“This,” Breakdown shifts his shoulder around, and you stumble from your perch- only staying in place after managing to lock your arms around his neck in time. “What is this??”

“I’m chillin’.”

“What?” There was more confusion in his voice now than you think you’d ever heard before. “What- what does the temperature have to do with anything?”

You stifle a laugh, removing your arms from his neck and slowly climbing behind him. He reaches for you, but you’re in that sweet spot just behind his head where his servos can’t reach. “Not literally, duh,” you begin as he does so, “I’m just hanging out.”

“Well, could ya’ do that somewhere else?” He stops bothering to try and grab you after a good minute of attempting, instead deciding to return to the work before him. Transforming one of his servos into a hammer, he rams down an ancient bolt of one of the Nemesis’ engines back into its place.

You finally make your way across the back of his shoulders onto the other side, taking a seat without a care. “But how can I do that when you’re the one I’m hanging out with?”

When he agreed to watch over you until Shockwave returned from a mission- you were one of the unlucky humans taken from their dull lives for the purposes of Decepticon experimentation- Breakdown thought it would be easy. He was content in believing what he was told- that humans were barely sentient bags of flesh; suitable as pets, but nothing more.

But, here you were, talking his audial receptors into malfunction. Not bothering to dignify your words with a reply, the officer continues to hammer at his work.

The silent treatment, eh? You knew how to change that.

First, you took one small step forward- to gauge if Breakdown would bother to look at you. Seeing that his helm wasn’t angrily pointed in your direction, you took that as confirmation. A grin spreads across your face, and you leap from his shoulder- his wide chestplate your intended destination.

Much to your surprise, you land without much issue, offering a mischievous smile. “Can’t ignore me now, huh?”

Breakdown opens his mouth to speak, but the steep incline to his chestplate leaves you teetering your place, and suddenly, you’re in free fall.

You don’t know how long you expected to fall for, but as you land on something beneath you, something tells you that a speedy descent to the floor would’ve taken just a few seconds longer.

You look below you to see a familiar gray servo, and when you look up, a familiar blue mech with an unimpressed glare spread across his faceplate.

“Uh… my bad?” You offer, your previously confident grin turning embarrassed.

While his optics didn’t have pupils, part of you somehow sense that he was rolling them now. Transforming his hammer back into a servo, he plucks you up by it and- to your surprise- places you back on his shoulder. You’re at a loss for words for a moment, and as you lean forwards to gauge his expression once more, you tilt your head. “Does… this mean I can stay?”

Being nice to the Vehicons on occasion was one thing, but being nice to a human? Breakdown must’ve had a glitch in his processor. He must have only saved you out of some fluke. Yeah, that was all. He’d talk to Knockout later about getting a quick diagnosis.

“If this’ll keep you from ending your already short life, just- I dunno’, ask me, next time.”

Farmers friend

i was just sketching and the idea of a farmer come to mind and then i thought wouldn't it be cool if there were fairies as well and the fairies help pollinate the farmers crops and they get food in exchange. overtime they become friends and stuff

anyways that's the idea i came up with. where have i been? honestly, its anyone's guess :']

anyways bye >:]

“well the square cube law-“ I’m done listening. I’ve stopped. it’s over. I’ve lived here for years. I fought in the g/t trenches. I was there for Downsizing. for the fandom mass twitter exodus of 2018. I built my home here. in this world of extreme height difference. and you come to me, in my gay size website home, and you say “square cube”? you say “giants would move and talk slowly”? begone. get out of my sight, vile and wicked thing. we dream about swift giants and worlds without giant bugs here. I spit on your realism. my giants are so fucking fast.