Hard hitter

Fortress Maximus the warborn

It’s just so interesting that he’s a green-spark forged during the war… so I made it literal. I’d like to headcanon that Autobots DEIFIED him while Cons took advantage of his controversy: he became an autobot by chance. To cause chaos and fear among survivors of that battle.

(Process is in the next post)

I'm finally able to post my full piece for this year's @tf-bigbang! My piece is inspired by golden age horror comics and @spector-author made an absolutely amazing horror anthology to go with it!

Read the fic here!

unmasked

UHMMMMMM Pharmy update cuz its been forever actually

i've lost track of how much time i've spent on this, but I started working on him after months of nothing at the TFCon LA hotel,,,

OH AND there will be 2 versions of this: with blood and without blood and i forgot to post the cleaned up sketch from october WITH da blood....so without further ado, BLOOD COVERED MAN UNDER THE CUT❗❗❗❗💥💥💥

i'm in the house like carpet

Hey!!! Welcome to my first DTIYS! I'll be picking 3 of my recent fav pieces for this bc I make my own rules but you need only pick 1!

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NO-NO❌:

Use #LEMONYDTIYS and tag me in ur post :p

Deadline 31st MARCH

took a shot at drawing Breakout, the sad little meow meow that belongs to the amazing and CRAZY TALENTED @cerebrocentric-bullet in my bastardized TFA style~ Rodion I hope you like! u///u

Steppy

opening comms… 2!!!

information + pricing here:

DM me if you’re interested!! please feel free to ask questions if you’re curious about anything. I prefer to communicate through Discord (will give you my tag through dms)

taking payment through ko-fi / paypal

(1/4) available slots

I gave up on English

Palette requests done for friends on Discord!!

Glare belongs to @cuppajj

Breakout belongs to @cerebrocentric-bullet

Thunderbeam belongs to King

Telly belongs to @doodlebug-808

Cullsiren belongs to @cuppajj

A Drift painting & animation I did! Click on the bottom picture to play the animation!

Forgot about this little thing I started months ago, so I finished it and fixed a few things.

Mentions of gore/near death/medical procedures (I have no idea how those work but oh well I’m not that dedicated lol)

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Slingarm carefully cut away at melted and burnt metal and shrapnel. He set each piece he cut out onto a tray sitting next to him, where he’d later sift through them to collect recyclable bits to melt down.

The operation he was performing honestly should not be done solo, but the medical students he was in charge of were far too inexperienced for something like this.

He didn’t flinch when a damaged cord suddenly spurt energon onto his face and quickly placed on a clamp to prevent further leakage. Starhawk had already lost enough energon on the trip to the med bay.

With one final cut, the gaping wound was cleared of debris. Now, Slingarm could put %100 of his attention to the tiny struggling spark and the partially crushed chamber it sat in. It was tinier when Hawk was first brought in, nearly smothered by the energon that had pooled up in his spark chamber, the fact that it had regained even a smidge of strength so soon after the energon was vacuumed out was promising.

The medic sucked in a vent, and got to repairing the young flier’s chamber, watching his spark as it flickered and turned. He needed to fix as much as he could as fast as he could. Slingarm hammered the walls back into their correct shape, sealed any holes, and reconnected severed wires and cords. Even as the weak spark was being fed a constant supply of energy through one of the few large life support machines hooked up to the flier, it flickered and wavered a few more times. Slingarm was sure it blinked out of existence for a brief moment, but as the life support remained relatively quiet, he just hoped it was only his exhaustion playing tricks on him. Hawk’s spark, though still small and vulnerable, was finally stabilized. So long as it received energy and fuel at a constant rate, it should return to its original size within a few hours. Once that was done, he’d cover the exposed chamber.

Slingarm leaned back and wiped some condensation from his face. His overheated frame was begging for rest, but he still needed to finish up a few more things.

“This was almost the same as how we met,” the old medic hummed half to himself. He started sorting through the debris he removed from the injury earlier and glanced at Starhawk’s pale face, “you were unconscious after sustaining a shot to the chest.”

Slingarm stood up with the tray in hand and dumped the recyclables into a small metal smelter, “though, that injury was far less severe and you were only unconscious for a little while.”

He again turned to look at the flier with a sad expression, “there’s a good chance… you may not wake up from this.”

There was a soft bump against his leg. An old grey-blue cybercat had pressed his forehead against the medic’s tires, his tired engine purring gently. Slingarm smiled a little as he crouched down to pick the retired showcat up and stroked his metallic fur. Comforting static eased some tension from the joints in his fingers.

“Well, I’m willing to wait another five million years on the small chance that you will eventually wake up, kid. I’m sure Gigus feels the same. You saved us both after all.”

My part of the trade with @cerebrocentric-bullet ❤

Thank you so much for this suggestion, I'm sorry it took me so long!

(a bit of process as always)

This is gorgeous, thank you so, so much! 🥺 Thank you so much for taking the time to make this, I absolutely love it!

He looks gorgeous in your style! 🥺 Thank you so much for taking the time to make this!!!