“He stands there frozen, simply soaking in the sight, because it might be the last thing he will ever see. The con coasting above the ground near silently as he cuts through the air, frame flattened with his talon-tipped servos slowly drawing forward. The ice blue face present is blank, lone optic wide with the white pupil swollen and locked on him. Normally tucked back wings are swung out like a bird of prey’s, and he does resemble one from this angle. Like something ripped straight from one of Prowl’s nature films, and he got to experience the prey’s perspective.“
-Embers in the Tundra by @silentparalysis
Sketches below the cut
Sturmjäger is the pilot of The Icebreaker, a ship designed to intercept other ships.
Part of a fleet that shadowed the nemesis before war and low fuel had them all scattered, Sturm was fairly reckless in piloting his ship. He would quite literally T-Bone other ships, at maximum speed.
Of course he had spent plenty of time and credits into reinforcing the hull to withstand impacts, with the two horns at the nose being pure tungsten. Despite the upgrades and frequent repairs, his self destructive tendencies were quickly noted by both factions. His vessel never faltered though, and still drifts about in space to the present day.
WIP Sketchdump of various things I may or may not finish.
We got one Troublemaker™ in emergency lighting
Harpy AU doodle
Dumbass playing dead (he’s not actually fine but neither is he dead)
…An attempt was made…
One dumbass twink in his goth phase
Lugnut sharing some much needed comfort after a panic attack
And headshots from thigh meme
Hey guess who made a second Blitzbee fic because a certain someone lacks any self control. Haha, this gal! Anyway no mechpreg for this fic, just angst, angst, scary Blitzwing, and more angst.