Alright Peeps, In Celebration Of There Being 200[+] Of Ya Now (holy Hell, When Did That Even Happen?)

I couldn’t resist(UwU)

bonus:

Apparently I wasn't quite done yet!

Here is a small bit of writing based off the responses I got on this drawing:

Meridian's Hideout

Meridian's Hideout

He bleeds more than one mech could. Bitch just fought his way through the underground to make it back to the surface

Have fun!

Everyone needs a little robot karaoke party sometimes XD Tagging this is gonna be fun, Links to all the songs will be under the cut! [Happy Pride Everyone!!!]

Chromedome = https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u1ZvPSpLxCg

Brainstorm =  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nLPTNumhyAY

Getaway = https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hwyAkd5oOG4

Whirl = https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jLKOBJR5vHs

Rodimus = https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=weqK155M_4o

Swerve = https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9Dg-g7t2l4

Lugnode = https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HxUuyIZe3es

Dratchet = https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sF65O7ow8tc

Overlord = https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aR3k-R2zcF4

Starscream = https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G9T0kQA1Hnw

Ravage = https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SaA_cs4WZHM

Bonus Ravage:

Fucker keeps cutting off my tags so here we are:

So uh-quick question---

I've done horrible and stupid things. Did you know you can turn Cyclonus into a centaur?

I am not sorry for this.

Sometimes, Soundwave can be too clever for his own good, getting himself into trouble nobody else is capable of digging up just because he found an interesting data trail.

Other times, all the information in the world isn’t enough to stop him making what is, in hindsight, an incredibly ill-advised decision.

Smarting off to Starscream on Aquatron, for example. Convincing Jazz to steal the phase shifter from Smokescreen. Or—and this one is a spectacular addition to his mental hall of bad decision fame—deciding to investigate Whirl’s Cybertron while channeling Allspark energy through his hands because it seems less likely to work somewhere so far from home.

In his defense, it’d made sense at the time. Junkion, Velocitron, and the other colony planets of his home dimension had constantly struggled to maintain their connections. Going into another branch altogether should’ve nullified the magic for the duration of his visit.

It did not, in fact, do that. It didn’t even dampen things a little.

No, it worked exactly as well as if he’d been on his own Cybertron the whole time. Better, even, for a specific and deeply dismaying definition of the word.

He happened to find this out, you see, when his walk through the land a little ways out past the fringes of Iacon led him to lose his footing in a patch of unstable ground. A panel of peeling, brittle metal had shifted and crumbled into scree beneath him, causing him to slide back with it. Without thinking, he’d bent forward to steady himself, one hand planted firmly on the ground—

And because the multiverse was merciful, saw no effect from the touch.

But!

But.

The multiverse is also a cruel, deceptive glitch with a razor sharp sense of humor, which means something ancient—and more importantly, borrowed from someone a hundred times more powerful than himself—stirred inside his chassis not a moment later, too warm and too loud and too bright as it reached out through his fingertips and connected with Cybertron’s freshly energized surface.

Every light on his frame flared painfully bright, stuttered, and then faded.

Naturally, it took him another few seconds to realize that they’d gone dim again. Confusion of that type is to be expected when one abruptly becomes surrounded by a field’s worth of little blue balls of sunlight.

It is here that Soundwave now stands, every last plate on his frame compressed in pure horror while his mind races down a thousand separate tracks, only to arrive at a single succinct (if inelegant) conclusion:

Frag.

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I love the conversations that happen in the discord server

Credit goes to @gamemaster26 for the text/idea🧡

Part 1 // Part 2

The footsteps of the council thug faded to echoes as he retreated to tend to his wounds. 

Whirl didn’t stick around to hear it.

 As soon as the bot had turned, Whirl was on his pedes punching in the code to his habsuit. Once open he rushed inside, cradling Tailgate in his arms.

Gears and springs joined the shattered furniture strewn across the floor as they were swept off the bench to make room for Tailgate’s frame. Whirl was loath to let to minibot go, but he laid him down anyway. Cyclonus was still laying prone in the hall, he was still in danger.

Back in the hall Whirl heaved Cyclonus up, claws hooked carefully under his shoulders to avoid aggravating any wounds. Cyclonus was a big mech, but Whirl was able to drag him into the hab before he barricaded the door. As it stands, Whirl was more useful to the council if he could throw around his own weight and then some.

Radio broadcaster: Want to draw but don’t know what?! Well come on down to memory lane, we have something for everybody here!

Dialogue::

Angel: Hey Al! -wanna hear a joke? Al: ..Oh? Angel: Wh~Snk~why was 6 afraid of 7? Al: Al: Wh- Angel: BECAUSE 7 8 9!! HA!!! Al: Hmmmmmm, but why did 7 eat 9 Angeldust? Angel: oh, uuumm. Jeez, I don’t kno- Al:BeCAusE HE wAS tOLd to EAt 3 sQUarE MEALS A daY! Al: HA HA HA! Angel: ffffffffffffFFF–

Angeldust thought he had finally one upped Alastor- he was wrong XD (ah, good ol’ photo quality)