#blurr commissions

[24hrfrog]

Commission Info Website (has TOS linked make sure you agree w/ my terms b4 commissioning me)

#woke up edited the website more and than made a post version for insta and twitter n tumblr #bro the grind is so real rn. #blurr commissions #commissions open

[drill-teeth-art]

A larger illustration commission I just finished last night! This was so so fun to work on and took me a while! I’m very proud of how it turned out hehehe.

#transformers #transformers fanart #maccadam #swindle #blurr #commissions

[boasamishipper]

Ice peeked around the door to see Mischi bouncing up and down in her Pack n Play, clutching her teddy to her chest. Sadie sat on the bed, searching through her phone, and made a satisfied noise when she found what she was looking for. She angled her phone towards Mischi, who beamed and said, “The dreamy song!” “That’s right! Remember who sings this, Mischi?” “Unca Tom!” The burning feeling in Ice’s throat inched up into his nose and behind his eyes, intensifying when Sadie pressed play on the video. There was some static, and then there was the sound of his own voice, only the slightest rasp to it from overuse. “Which number is this, Chip?” “Seven-ayyyyy!” Mischi cheered, in unison with Sarah on the other side of the camera. “Okay, y’know what I mean, don’t get excited, man,” the Ice of 2014 said, doing his best Davy Jones impression. 2014!Sarah laughed. The Ice of 2019 fought to keep his breathing steady. “It’s ‘cause I’m short, I know.” Ice heard himself strum a few familiar chords, and then: “Oh, I could hide ‘neath the wings of the bluebird as she sings; the six o’clock alarm would never ring…” Midway through the next verse, Ice felt a hand at the small of his back. Somehow, he managed not to flinch and turned around slowly, meeting Maverick’s eyes. He wanted to explain, to say that he’d recorded hundreds of videos in the aftermath of his diagnosis—songs, stories, messages to friends and family—in case of the worst, but hadn’t touched them once since finding out he was cancer-free, not wanting to somehow jinx his luck. Not wanting the reminder of what he’d lost. But Maverick didn’t say a word. All he did was offer his hand, and Ice’s throat closed completely when he took it; let Maverick wrap his arms around him. And from the guest room, the sound of Ice’s voice rang clear and true: “Cheer up, sleepy Jean; oh, what can it mean to a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?”

a scene from the first chapter of my icemav fic bring back that lovin' feelin', drawn by the incredible @patbbangg ❤️❤️❤️

#top gun #top gun: maverick #icemav #iceman kazansky #maverick mitchell #fic: bring back that lovin' feelin' #my fics #*tom haverford voice* i've looked at this for five hours now #as always blurr's art is AMAZING #next time they open commissions don't walk RUN #(save me a spot tho bc i will Absolutely be commissioning them again) #favorite things

[comicalcarnival]

please ignore the quality of these photos, I finished Blurr in the middle of a roomate moving out and had only boxes instead of my usual setup for pics. ^^; I thank the commissioner for being SO patient with me, life was chaotic back in 2023 hahaha.

#a tldr of the situation is a trusted friend SA'd me #then cut me out of his life when he got a GF. #anywho thats the reason the pics are so ugly. moving on. #tfa blurr #transformers animated #transformers blurr #comical plush #commissions

[kagebros]

Another Valentines promo commission batch! 2 pairings this time for a client over at Twitter!

#transformers #maccadam #brave police j decker #brave police #blurr #tf ocs #not my ocs #kagebros.art #commissions

[shapeofmetal]

Number 35 of my Valentines Specials goes to derpy_dergen(instagram) ~ Here's Blurr!

#transformers #maccadams #blurr #tfa #transformers animated #valentines special #valentines specials #commission #commissions #2023 art

[crocsforgeckos]

A comm I done did over on the instagram💅

#my art #maccadam #tfa shockwave #shockwave #transformers animated #maccadams #ibispaintx #fanart #finished commission #longarm prime #??????? #blurr #blurr cube

[emin-folly]

Robo kisses comm for my dear friend, @ftl-faster-than-life~! <3 I am very much not a robot/mecha kind of person so this was definitely kinda daunting but for my first attempt at drawing Transformers, I think it came out alright lol

#I don't know much about these characters except that Blurr gives me fave-characters vibes #And Tarn is just very much awful?? lol #Whatever it is I ship it #transformers #autobots #blurr #tarn #idw blurr #idw tarn #decepticons #my art #commission

[ny000mdraws]

Commission for @/480_Degrees on Twitter! ⛳️

#transformers #transformers animated #tfa shockwave #tfa blurr #tfa optimus prime #tfa sentinel prime #maccadam #commission #digital art #procreate

[destron23]

Here's a commission I did for BeckyL97 on DA of their OC Steadfast and Blurr from Transformers Animated!    

#Destron23 #Art #My Art #Fanart #Commission #Illustration #Transformers #Transformers Animated #TFA #Blurr #Elite Guard #Autobot #Steadfast #Detroit #Bird #TFA Blurr #Transformers Animated Blurr #Artist on tumblr #Artists on tumblr

[transingthoseformers]

You know fics where Blurr becomes a prime post series is interesting because we have an idea about the process where a bot becomes a prime in Animated

Also wasn't he slated to survive / be revived after being cubed?

#maccadam #transformers #tfa blurr #admittedly I'm still fuzzy on the prime-ing process of bots in tfa #to me it seems like it goes no suffix to Minor to Prime (then to Magnus if the former magnus is out of commission and you get the hammer)

[24hrfrog]

As requested, a break down of “how to commission” specifically my sketch commissions, warning this is not how everyone does commissions! My format is a bit different because I don’t have a set price and it‘s a sketch commission which to me is more lax

(additional info: sketch commissions do not have refunds after payment, and you can check the status of sketch commissions via a caard I share when I open commissions [commissions are currently closed])

#blurr commissions #how to commission

[ask-prime-starscream]

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

[boasamishipper]

“Look, it’s good right now, I can admit that, but eventually I’m going to make you realize that you want somebody else, somebody who’s not—” “I don’t want anybody else!” “Why the hell not?” Hangman’s voice broke, and Coyote’s heart stopped in his chest at the look on his face. Desperate. Pleading. “Why, Javy?” Even though he felt like he was back in that canyon, climbing high, pulling 10 Gs in preparation for the mission, a hundred reasons came to mind. Hangman’s hair. His eyes. The sound of his laugh; the curve of his grin. The way he flew. How Coyote had felt like part of him had been drowning in the flooded canals every minute of the day after Katrina, after all he’d seen, until their eyes had met across that crowded bar in Pensacola and the tightness in his chest had finally eased. Like he’d broken the surface at last and found that the world was still there. Still exciting, still fun. Still beautiful. “Because I’m in love with you,” Coyote said, and Hangman went completely, utterly still. “I was in love with you when you were twenty-two and hustled pool, and when you were twenty-five and we bunked together on the Nimitz, and when you turned thirty and complained for two hours about getting gray hair, and when you came to my door yesterday and told me you wanted me too, and right now, this entire day I’ve been in love with you, and I’ll be in love with you tomorrow and the day after too. You’re my best friend, and you’re the only one I trust to watch my back no matter where I am, and I’m in love with you exactly the way you are. I’ve been in love with you for so long I don’t know how not to be.” Hangman’s eyes were wet. “That doesn’t make any fucking sense, Javy.” “It’s not supposed to make sense,” Coyote said. “And it’s not about deserving, or earning, or anything. It just happens. And I’m glad it did. I wouldn’t have stopped it even if I could have. Jake.” He crossed the distance between them and gripped Hangman’s forearms. “I choose you, okay? I choose you over everybody.”

a scene from my macheresin fic let your heart be light, drawn by the amazing @patbbangg ❤️❤️❤️

#top gun: maverick #macheresin #hangman seresin #coyote machado #hangman x coyote #my fics #fic: let your heart be light #*tom haverford voice* i've looked at this for five hours now #blurr NEVER misses and this made me weep #next time commissions open up y'all gotta RUN to commission them #(just leave a spot open for me lol) #favorite things

[destinysquared]

Friend of mine wanted me to draw TFA longarm with blurr....

...not sure if this is what they had in mind >.>

Commission prices/info here

#destinymade #mytransformers #longarm #longarm prime #blurr #tfa blur #tfa longarm #transformers animated #transformersanimated

[film-in-my-soul]

So this is actually the first @patbbangg / blurrwar commission that I purchased, and while I know I posted a link to the fic (Sun and Sand, I'll Take Your Hand), it's dawned on me that it would have been better to simply do as I had with the second commission and post the photo so as to properly highlight and spread the amazing work that Blurr has done.

So, I'm doing it now. Thank you again, Blurr, for making this December a joy; waiting for these pieces to be done. Your work makes me smile, and I hope that everyone who enjoys both it and this fandom has a good rest of the holidays. <3

#icemav #top gun #top gun maverick #iceman #maverick #ice/mav #commission piece