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the-starry-artist · 1 year
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a demon that makes thorny vines His is name is Redthorn
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botmilf · 1 month
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(NSFW Commission) StarscreamxOC
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NSFW under the cut! Minors DNI!
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Special thanks to @magicalmousey for commissioning me to draw their character, Jayce, having a spicy moment with tfp Screamer!
I'm currently still open for nsfw transformers commissions!
You can also subscribe for 5 bucks a month to get access to exclusive nsfw doodles of the bots!
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magicalmousey · 3 months
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Yes. His claws are dangerous. But have you considered…tickles? 🤗
Art credit goes to the super amazing @knnwa! Thank you!
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asimp4bee · 4 months
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Too flustered for words ~
I drew this piece for one of my moots/friend @magicalmousey! As a thanks for the fic she wrote about Mea n Bee! 🥰
Link to her fic: 🐝
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blitzy-blitzwing · 11 months
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Commission for @m0thisonfire
This was my first time drawing RID Starscream and it was fun!! 😃😃
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naughtymousey · 3 months
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He’s having his meal. 🤤
Thanks, Squared2TheRoot, for the beautiful sketch!
The link to the full version is here!
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cirilee · 11 months
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a commissioned pencil sketch of @magicalmousey 's TFP OC Jayce Redthorne! I love her a lot :D
offscreen Starscream is calling her “Sweet Mouse” which is all sorts of baffling to jayce. he usually calls her “Mouse” or “Little Mouse”, but “Sweet Mouse”? Unheard of!
So so adorable 🥹🥺❤️❗️ thank u so much for commissioning me^^
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deliicacymercy · 1 year
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Commission done for @magicalmousey of TFP!Starscream x Jayce !
$5 Commissions are still open! 1 Slot remaining !!
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dancing-coyote · 8 months
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There's a hole in the sky To lure and to tempt Saying I am the tempest And I am your way
But the faintest of signals Through static, through noise A drifting transmission A shimmer, a voice! Set course by the sound Through veil and divide For all who are lost Can always be found
A gift for @magicalmousey, of her TF: Prime character Jayce~
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newgroundstier · 1 year
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comm 4 @magicalmousey :3 :3 !
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m0thisonfire · 11 months
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Compilation of my and my girlfriend’s s/is together.
Jayce Redthorne belongs to @magicalmousey [<3]
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Jayce Redthorne is one of very few Faux actually flusters around, and is one of few she listens to-
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aestheticallyuncanny · 9 months
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@magicalmousey was telling me about a lovely Royal AU for her transformers OC Jayce, and I just HAD to draw the lovely lady a gown!
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magicalmousey · 4 months
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“You watch my back, I watch yours.” 🌠
Thank you very much for the art, @dementialmaiden! It was an honor to commission you!
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coyotescribbles · 1 year
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A short little ficlet I scribbled out, featuring Corona and guest-starring @magicalmousey's Jayce~
(It's a bit rough and I struggled with not letting it get away with me as these little plotbunnies have a tendency to do, so apologies in advance :'))
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"How did you even manage this?"
"I'm not built like a brawler, doc, when a guy three times my size hits me like a wrecking ball, I tend to fare a little poorly."
Corona flinched and bared her denta in a hiss that tapered off into a sigh of relief as her shoulder assembly was popped back into place and the damaged armor plating pried up from where it was compressing her sensor net and motor cables.
"Better?"
"Much." Rolling her shoulder experimentally, she gave an approving nod - but before Knock Out could ask any further questions or make any observations, they were interrupted by the sudden opening of the door.
"Oh, for the love of - whatever it is, it can wait, I'm busy!" She felt his hand on her good shoulder as he shifted to look past her, and she turned her head to see who had entered as well - only to see nothing but an empty doorway.
Until she registered movement at the periphery of her vision, and looked down.
"Oh," Knock Out said flatly, even as Corona tried - and mostly failed - to stifle a startled laugh; "it's just you."
"Oh, that's cute. Since when does Megatron allow pets on the Nemesis?" She grinned, immediately tamping down her alarm. "Does anyone on board even know how to take care of one?"
The doctor sputtered something, but Corona was already stepping away from the work area to crouch down in front of the spooked little creature. "Hey, human, are these clowns making sure you've got what you need? Are they even feeding you enough?"
The human seemed to flounder for a moment, and she didn't blame her. Being so directly confronted by a strange Decepticon would be a little rattling for someone her size. But then she gathered herself up and did something that caught Corona pleasantly off-guard.
"Actually, yeah," she replied, meeting her optics, "these clowns are doing just fine, thank you."
Somewhere towards the back of the medbay, half-hidden behind a piece of equipment he'd been fine-tuning, Breakdown snorted out a laugh. The sound was followed by a clatter and a string of muffled curses when he dropped whatever tool he was using, and the human peered past her as if to see what was going on.
Corona just grinned, fangs flashing in the dim light as she looked back over her shoulder at an annoyed-looking Knock Out. "Oh, she's spicy! I think I like her."
"Yes, yes, we're all quite fond of our little scraplet," he scoffed, impatiently tapping his talons against his thigh; "now, if you wouldn't mind getting back over here so I could finish repairing your shoulder? Breakdown, could you be a dear and take care of Jayce while I'm busy with Eclipse here?"
"On it, doc."
With one last crooked smile for Jayce, Corona straightened back up and returned to Knock Out's staging area, where he sat her firmly on the berth and resumed the work of repairing her damaged joint.
"Really, doc, it's fine now," she said nonchalantly, watching from the corner of one optic as Breakdown appeared from the back and knelt down, offering his hand for Jayce to climb into. She was almost surprised by the gentleness with which he handled the human.
Almost.
"'Fine' is not getting you out of this medbay," Knock Out groused, derailing her train of thought, "'functional' is, and you're not quite there yet, so sit still."
By the time she glanced back towards the door, both Breakdown and the human were gone, although she could hear them talking quietly somewhere just out of her visual range. She didn't tune her audials to the discussion, but she didn't entirely tune it out, either - just in case things went south, and she had to snatch and dash.
"...You're concerned. Why, Eclipse, I didn't think you had it in you."
Her finials barely flicked. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, please, you don't serve as a doctor throughout an entire war without picking up on a few tells." Knock Out huffed softly, still wrist-deep in her shoulder assembly. "Really, you needn't worry. I know it's not exactly conventional, but there's almost an entire warship conspiring to protect her from the more… unpredictable elements aboard. She's nearly as safe here as the Autobots' little pets are with them."
"For how long, though?"
"Honestly? Who knows." Something in her shoulder popped and she almost flinched. "But, even if worst comes to worst, she's got some powerful 'cons in her corner, and I'm not just talking about Big Blue back there."
She felt him close up her shoulder, then patiently sat through the battery of mobility and functionality checks that followed - straighten your arm, demonstrate forward flexion, abduction, rotation, internal and external rotation, extension, show me that your fingers still function properly - before she was finally granted clearance to leave.
"And if I see you back here in anything less than seven solar cycles, I will make sure things are far less pleasant," the doctor warned, a theatrical edge to his voice.
"Yeah, yeah, stick to picking on Autobots my own size, got it," Corona replied with equally exaggerated flippancy as she rolled her shoulder one last time and stepped away.
She paused before exiting, though, turning back to look for Jayce; the human was easy enough to spot, still seated on a workbench with Breakdown leaning nearby.
"Hey, scraplet," she called; both human and Decepticon looked in her direction. "If you need anything from planetside that the flying circus here isn't providing, just come find me. The Pole Star's on the flight deck, she's hard to miss."
Then, with a grin and a wave, she was gone, a ripple of hi-gloss obsidian and silver vanishing down the dimly-lit corridor.
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A few hours later, by local reckoning, Corona was finishing the last of the minor repairs that her little ship needed after that absolute clusterfuck of a fight. Pressing her lips into a thin line, she took a step back to survey the work… and to privately grouse about the growing list of dings that the Pole Star had accumulated ever since arriving on this planet.
(Sure, it hadn't been her ship for very long, but she would have been lying if she'd said she hadn't gotten attached.)
She just needs a little polish, maybe a fresh coat of paint…
The sensation of someone knocking on her greave yanked her away from that thought, and she immediately sidestepped out of habit as she looked down - and directly into the piercing green eyes of the resident human.
"Well." With a soft snort and an equally soft smile, Corona knelt down to be closer to her eye level. "I honestly wasn't expecting you to actually come looking for me, but since you had the guts to prove me wrong… what can I do for you, scraplet?"
Jayce looked aside for a moment and fidgeted a bit with the blanket - cloak? - she was wrapped in, as if suddenly unsure of herself. Then, as before, she found her confidence again and looked back to her with firm resolve.
"You… you said you could get me a few things that I needed while you were on Earth, right?"
"Mmhm. Or just wanted, I'm not stingy."
"…No strings attached?"
"Not one, spy's honor," Corona chuckled. "I need some opportunities to fine-tune my holoform, anyway, so consider this compensation for helping me out."
That coaxed the ghost of a smile from the human, and seemed to solidify her confidence. "Well, there have been a few things I've been missing, ever since… coming here…"
The way the human's voice faltered made something twist uncomfortably in her chest, but she hid it behind a smile.
"What do you say we work out a list, then, and I'll see what I can do."
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naughtymousey · 1 month
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Looks like someone wants a spiking.
A big thank you to agua_con_hielo for the sexy artwork!
Here’s a link to a fuller version.
The complete version is on PillowFort!
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rowan-sins · 1 year
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𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 𝖝 𝕺𝕮
𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤: vague mentions of stockholm syndrome, this is someones self insert so if you don’t like OC x canon i ask that you fuck off, OOC starscream, vague, suggestive but not outright nsfw, macro/micro, refusing to admit being in love
𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯'𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢: this commision is for my lovely friend @magicalmousey​ , thank you so much for commisioning me, and for all the compliments you pay to my work, it means the world to me to have such a caring friend as you. Writing your self insert is always a pleasure, and Jayce is has a special place in my heart.
The room was quiet, nothing could be heard except for the soft humming of The Nemesis as it flew through space, orbiting Jayce’s home planet at a speed beyond compression. Still, she felt nothing but comfort laying on Starscream’s chest. Or maybe apprehensive, waiting for the moment his spark starts whirling faster, and he awakes from his stasis nap in a mood to cause trouble.
Megatron was already upset enough with him hogging time with her, and she was pretty sure Knockout felt the same amount of contempt, seeing as it was currently his time with her. But she felt fairly safe with him (compared to the other two, at least). She shifts wearily, partially afraid of waking him up, and partially afraid of nicking herself on the talons that held her close.
Still, Starscream eventually woke up after a short time, and his dimmed optics reminded her of the color of cranberries. His vocalizer was gruff as he grunted out a small, “hello.”
“Good evening,” Jayce responds, “how was your stasis nap?”
Starscream smalls softly for a moment. “It was nice, it’s easier to sleep with you close to my spark.” The confession is soft, and delicate, and floats through the stale air like a feather in a spring breeze. Jayce just responds with a hum and snuggles closer to Starscream.
“When do I have to go over to knockout?” Jayce asks, looking up with watery green eyes, “I very much would like a few more minutes with you.” He was far too energetic for her right now and knew that he’d take her sleepiness as an opportunity to torment her a little bit, with at least his words. As much as he said he wanted nothing to do with humans, calling them filthy organics, he’d turn around and ask her to polish him and couldn’t keep his servos off over her, even if primus forbade it.
“Of course, you’d like to spend more time with me, the mighty Starscream,” he gloats, his gaze turning soft when he hears her scoff and roll her eyes. “I think we can afford ten more minutes or so,” he says, “I’m already a human hour over my time.”
Jayce’s eyes light up, their moistness now mostly gone, they now shine in the low habsuite light like an aura borealis. She had no business being so beautiful, he thought. Her brown hair was pulled back into a French braid, fairly tight against her head with a few stray strands framing her face. It reminded him of a style of helmet common on femme frames, and it endeared him that she’d style it to look a little bit more like a cybertronian. He’d never admit this though.
He can’t help but help prop her up on his chassis, so she didn’t have to look up through her lashes at him. That look she had would always be a weakness of his, along with the way she pressed her chest against his. She needs more suitable night clothes, he thought, this weakness I have towards her is unprecedented, but she looks so beautiful in just her sleep shorts and a tank top.
“Thank you Starscream,” Jayce says softly, breaking the comfortable silence once again.
“What for, I’ve done countless things for you, and displayed mercy I wouldn’t ever give to anyone else.”
“Thank you for not being a dick, especially right now,” she clarifies, “I like moments like these, moments where I don’t feel small and insignificant.”
Starscream scoffs at her admission. “You’re not small or insignificant-“
Jayce shoots him a look before gesturing to her body.
“Okay, maybe you’re a little bit soft and squishy.”
“A little bit?”
“Very…” Starscream corrects, “but you’re not insignificant. If you were, you’d be dead.”
Jayce chuckles, “I suppose my charisma saved me.” She pauses as she notices the way Starscream stares at her. “Or maybe my soft, squishy body did.”
“…It’s endearing. I like having you as a pet.”
“Way to ruin the moment!” Jayce laughs before lightly hitting his chest. It hardly makes a noise, and it didn’t even make a slight dent. But he felt it, right above his spark, and couldn’t help but chuckle along. Jayce was very much more than a pet, but he wasn’t ready to admit that. Someday, when he ruled Cybertron, he’d have her alongside him. He likes that thought though, Jayce covered in gold and jewels and sheer cloth alongside him.
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