Autobots Join The Nemesis AU, And Start Accidentally Awakening The Dormant Protection Programming In

Autobots join the Nemesis AU, and start accidentally awakening the dormant protection programming in the war machines

(Megatron punches Ultra Magnus for being mean to Optimus at some point and a new war breaks out)

The (Hopefully) Comprehensive Guide to Drawing Transformers! [1]

[Chapter 1/5?]

Decided to make a little quick guide to drawing transformers/humanoid mechs because some people asked! (Plus I thought it'd be fun lol) .... Hopefully it makes sense and helps some people out :'D

[Next] -> coming I dunno when, I keep adding to my WIP pile......

man I hope you know you're the reason I'm obsessed with Skyfire now,

You are wonderful i hope you have a great day/night

awwwee! Thank you so much, I’m glad my obsession is spreading!

Level 1: But is it canon?

Level 2: I can fix the canon.

Level 3: I can make the canon worse.

Level 4: I can fill the canon with small, brightly coloured frogs.

Archie's @archie-sunshine knightformer's prowl brain rot (drabble) inspired by @pinkanonwrites I am so soft for him.

(this was supposed to be tagged along with the drawing but I forgor omghr🙉)

Little fairy would stick to prowl like glue : perching on his shoulders, tugging on his cape even though he explicitly states he does not like it.

They're such pests. So playful, always petty and, unfortunately, even his bland disposition is unspared as he managed to nabbed one of their attention.

"Space. I need space." He'd clip out and a little waggle of his hands would try (gently ) to deter them elsewhere.

Fairy only latched onto his fingers, breedling with a huge smile before proceeding to do exactly what he had told them not to : invading his space.

"Oh, for — Primus's sake. I don't have time for this."

Though, despite his chastise, he never says a word when they'd burrow on the spot between his shoulder and the underside of his chin.

He finds the little bundle of warmth, purring and nestling on the crook of his neck, a sedative to his usual taut, coiled-up irritation to the world.

And, he'd relent, a finger tapping on their plush little cheeks as they squeal and play around with his hand.

In his office, he'd built a mini-fairy spot just for them, since they're so hell-bent on following him everywhere ( fairy followed him almost seven miles without his knowledge when he was travelling from village to village for a job)

That's the most concerned kind of look you can get out of prowl.

While he's tinkering away at his paperwork, from his periphery, the sparkled puffs of yellow would dart around in their make-shift fairy abode.

Paper work would be an excruciating endeavor if not for his little companion keeping him sane. They'd waddle across his desk, pushing his quill pens neatly into place, arranging his documents and stationaries Prowl doesn't seem to mind. In fact, as long as they don't bother his work — fairy is welcomed to stay.

"That's a little too heavy, no?" He raises a brow at the sound of strained huffing.

Fairy, with their whole body against an inkpot, struggles to push it to where it lays below his hand. For better reaching, he assumes.

"Keep going, then." He muses and doesn't notice the scrunched up pout darted his way.

Sometimes when his migraine wouldn't let up, he'll saunter over to the alcove and observes the little fairy as they potter away.

If they're not asleep, often times they'll breedle and chatter off to him as though they know the same language. often times prowl just nods and follow what they tell him to do : like, say, planting mini-ferns in their mini-garden.

And, he'll have to just make a hole with a simple tap of his index. Fairy seems incredulously envious of that.

If they're asleep, gently, they're scooped into his palms and he'd saunter to his bedroom where he nestles them on the plush cushion of the blanket. He kicks of his boots, put down his sword and after changingi nto something comfortable, he goes under the covers.

With fairy close to his neck, his hand gently curls over them like shelter and slumber drifts them off, and away, to sleep.