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It's been awhile since I saw this blog, so how are you doing I hope you're doing well

I'm doing good, thank you! Since I've basically stopped drawing and posting anything, this blog got more followers and likes than ever. So, I guess the path to success is shutting up, rofl!!

#idkwhy123

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A gift for mah artists I like I don't know what'd I do without ya

This looks so cute! I love your art! <3

#crazyfluff

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made small some fan sketches base of the blog (please don't think im cringe, I just wanted to make something cute)

This is uber cute and you can draw TFA Starscream so well, he looks like he jumped right out of the series! <3 <3 <3

#starscream #goopylizardthingy

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Not an on-brand ask, but if there a reason you left the fandom? Sorry if this sounds rude or dumb to ask in the first place

Where to even begin...

IDW lost its license. IDW series got cancelled. Recent IDW series weren't even good to begin with, but the little good they had got snuffed, too.

Fandom drama. Rude people. Now, that's not Transformers specific, but the fucking closed circles of those holier than thou people... no interaction from "strangers" allowed, but not moving to something like a private discord server either because you won't get narcissism likes there.

No good new figures. It's just the same characters over and over and always G1 style. Or Bayverse. And toys of the new series are insults to McDonald's toys quality wise. No, thanks.

Cancelled mobile game. There was a Pokémon Go version of Transformers in the making. Not anymore. As for video games as a whole... haven't heard of anything worth playing in the future.

I'm not interested in Rise of the Beasts. I'm not interested in any of the new meme-infested shows either.

I bet I forgot something... anyway, this fandom has nothing to offer to me anymore and I'm tired of it.

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*bows down* it's truly an honor to be in your presence my lord. Also I have brought ten cubes of energon for you as a gift.

This blog is still dead, lol.

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To TFA Starscream. Y'know, you broke all your parts when you fought Megatron because of your greed, that is. But, aren't you tired of hating? Maybe it's better not be a Decepticon, join the Autobots, instead. Do good than bad. They'll teach you their ways to love the earth, beat Megatron together, and change your logo. I bet everyone will agree. And the best part is you don't have to lead to be mighty and adored. Just be good, and enjoy your life. Hope you understand.

I'm sorry to say that this blog is pretty much dead. Don't expect anything new. Don't expect any posts or fanart. It would take a miracle to make me come back to this fandom again.

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I think it took a year for him to finally meet the sparklings. Lol!

#Starscream #Jetfire #Jetstorm #Transformers Animated #TFA

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When I say “jokes on me” I mean I hoped there would NOT be an Earthspark Starscream, so I could ignore this show completely. Fucking damnit. 

Jokes on me, there is an Earthspark Starscream.

#Ahhhhhhhhhhh #Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck #unhealthy fixation

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Jokes on me, there is an Earthspark Starscream.

#Transformers Earthspark #I'm only gonna watch the show if he got a good storyline #If Megatron lays a single finger on him I'm out #Done with this shit

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This was a commission. Smokescreen supports Blurr while he gives birth to the Predacon egg.

Blurred Salvation

Blurr was alone. On more than one account. Isolated in a way the fleeting schemes around him could never even begin to fathom. They were there, these other people, but they couldn’t reach him, they were blocked from him. He could have been on the other side of the planet just as well, stranded somewhere on flat, endless planes of rusty sand. Alone.

What Starscream and Soundwave had done to him was worse than the Pit. Inside a pool of molten metal he would have been at least connected to the countless other unfortunate sparks that had been dragged into a senseless war, forced to kill one another, oftentimes not even knowing why. His metal melting into something formless, something that wasn’t him sounded like salvation. That’s how far they had pushed him. These rotten Decepticons and the monster, the dragon. A chess piece in their game, yet the one who arguably hurt him the worst. The depravity of his acts would have still made him speechless to this very day, if he hadn’t been already muted. His train of thought stopped there for a second, yet not even a bitter laugh could escape his lips…

A white blotch appeared in his field of vision. It could be the Autobot medic or the other race car, it was difficult to tell them apart when malware formed every face, gesture, symbol, glyph, letter and number into a mess of unpleasantly jittering squares that seemed to grow and shrink to the beat of his own spark pulse. He searched for some blue blotches among the few red ones, but his eyes and mind grew quickly tired of the display of his malfunction.

No more, he thought to himself. At least he understood his own thoughts and what he willed right now was to curl up in his bed, cocoon himself into the blanket and escape the waking world at least for a short amount of time.

Dull noises reached his audio receptors. The white blotch tried to communicate with him again, reached for his hand and squeezed his fingers. It must be him then, the race car. He was the only one trying to get so close to him. The only one who hadn’t given up on him, whose gestures towards him weren’t in order to perform another useless exam. Blurr could find meaning in his touches. 

You are not alone. I’m here.

His own hand didn’t move. Didn’t reciprocate. Whether the malicious coding wouldn’t let him or he himself didn’t want to give in to solace and hope. He wasn’t ready for that. He didn’t want to accept the possibility that this would be his only tiny window to communicate with the outside world till his body would fall apart in future eons.

I just want to sleep.

Suddenly a convulsion shook his entire broken body. He opened his mouth to scream, but it wasn’t like even that was allowed to him. In hurt and confusion, he clutched his abdominal plates and sank to his knees. The next convulsion was so bad, he barely felt white blotch’s hand on his back, or heard how the previously dull noises turned into an angry crackling in his head. It was like he was being split open, like a heat sword of a Decepticon had entered his body. Then he was lifted up by two strong arms and hastily carried to the place he had desired to be in the first place: his bed. Not that this would give him any comfort now… He immediately started to toss and turn like being shaken by a cruel nightmare. Where to put all of this pain in?! There was no way, no release! In the midst of all his hurt and confusion a thought dawned on him. 

No.

It was coming. The egg. The Pit-Spawn egg of the dragon! For a moment the last remnants of his sanity seemed to say their farewell and maybe that would have been a blessing.

I’m giving birth to my rapist’s spawn.

He wanted to scream again, but only silence left his mouth. Not even a croak could escape him.

Kill me. If you care about me, kill me and end this!

Of course the race car wouldn’t do it even if he could have understood him. Blurr wondered how he must look to him, writhing in unspeakable pain in complete silence like a malfunctioning doll. How ridiculous he must look! His legs, lower body, the sheets and mattress now soggy with disgusting fluids. Death would be mercy, couldn’t this disgustingly hopeful Autobot understand that?!

His hand was grabbed again and Blurr’s fingers cramped around it. Another wave of pain rattled his tormented body. Something inside his head clicked and gave way to a thought that made him forget about the pain for almost a second in sheer fright: It’s too big.

Blurr cramped and kicked his legs, pushing the useless, wet blanket away that was supposed to give him comfort. Alarms went off in his head, his processor bombarded him with warnings that were meaningless to him. He would be stuck. He would be stuck with this pain forever! 

A large, strong arm scooped him up in some sort of half-embrace and Blurr felt the other bot’s face right next to his own, registering the dull, bassy sounds of something that might have been soothing words. He couldn’t fight it any longer, he curled into this sloppy half-embrace and craved every little bit of support he could gain from it. He no longer cared how he looked or how disgusting he was. He just wanted the comfort that was offered to him so willingly. 

Then his modesty plating retracted and revealed his probably swollen, widened port to the fullest. White pain rocked his body and he grit his teeth so hard it was a miracle none of them broke off. He didn’t know if his hand had squeezed the Autobot’s hand to a wrung piece of scrap in the meantime, but when the white, hot pain diminished, followed by a nightmarish, sucky sound and the feeling of something grotesquely large leaving his body… he finally let go and sunk back into the embrace, panting hard.

Blurr lay there for a while, in all his sticky fluids and coolant and the Autobot didn’t move. A humming sound filled the room and seemed to drive out the silent screams. Blurr reached out and a hand gently clasped his fingers again.

You are not alone.

Blurr intertwined his fingers with those of the Autobot.

I know.

#Smokescreen #Blurr #commission #Transformers Prime #Transformers Animated #TFP Smokescreen #TFA Blurr

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Had to skip the entire fuck-scene thanks to puri-tumblr. Well, now we are up to date.

#Starscream #Jazz #TFA #Transformers Animated

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Please, I need to read the uncensored version of the comic, where can I read it?

Here is my deviantart.

Here my twitter.

Deviantart is pretty dead, but it's easier to read there, I guess. Twitter gets updates quicker, though.

#ask #love-the-leaf-shield

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So, last post was missing the panel where Starscream milks and touches himself and ultimately gives Jazz his jizz instead of his milk, claiming that’s the fluid Jazz REALLY wants. And Jazz, well, he admits it, doesn’t he? Lol!

#Starscream #Jazz #Transformers Animated #TFA #Transformers

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I guess I can upload the parts that are not NSFW, lol.

I wanted to let this blog die, but I learned that people still care. So...

#Starscream #Jazz #Transformers #Transformers Animated #TFA

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#reblog #Megamind #and that's why I won't watch the show

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I guess nobody really counted on the Transformers 2019 comic book series, but I cared. I cared enough to foolishly buy the hardcovers, lol.

And there hadn’t been any updates for months now, so that’s it? They are gonna let it “end” on a giant cliffhanger? Couldn’t even wrap it all up? Fuck this shit, man! I’m definitely not gonna buy the last book, it contains nothing I care about. The previous one has the Annual and the Halloween special. Some of the only good things that came out of this continuity. Gonna let it end with that.

Wow, man, I’m still so pissed off. Instead of writing a passable ending, the last thing we are gonna get is Last Bot Standing and that series is a hate letter to the fandom. Wow. 

Bruh, it’s fandom dry season. The only thing I’m literally waiting for are figures which don’t suck. 

#rant #transformers #out of stars and screams #ranting is all that's left for tumblr #rofl

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New and improved version.

As censoring is too annoying, I won’t show the newest TFA page on tumblr. Actually, the whole series is discontinued on tumblr and will from now on only be available on my twitter. As long as that one still allows titties. Lol.

#Windblade #Rubble #Bumble Bee #tumblr isn't worth bothering with anything anymore