PLEEEEase draw more Trepan! He is so fucking sexy in your style aaaa
Sure why not:D
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THIS IS MAKING ME FERAL WHY WOULD U POINT THIS OUT 😭😭
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Here are all of my pieces for this years transformers big bang !
They are scenes from this fanfic made by @shireain 🙌
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If you're still taking requests then I'd absolutely love to see Trepan in your style! Your art has such character and charm to it
Hiii, yes, I've been meaning to do Trepan for a while now so thanks for giving me an excuse :D He's such a fascinating concept for a character. Too bad he got whisked away by Overlord and died, guess the in-law didn't approve RIP.
I really enjoy your Tarnma fics too, and their miraculous little mistake~
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comm for norremire on twitter
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trepan is so funny to me. he's the only guy at either incarnation of the Institute we see who is like. we're all here bc we wanna be evil, yeah? we're all working for the bad guys on purpose? he assumed everyone joined the Evil Warcrimes Organization bc they were on the same page and thought it would be fun. he has a little tattoo of an evil slogan about being a mad scientist brainwasher or whatever. he's out here twirling his nonexistent hair and giggling about unethical lobotomies. he's having a blast. all his coworkers are probably fucking miserable and you better believe he's internally going "the fuck are you doing here then dweeb". it's hysterical honestly
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That creepy guy that touches your brain
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Together forever 💙 commission for @shireain TQSM for the support ^^
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“It’s quite an honor to meet the class prodigy on my first day here, I must say! Oh don’t you worry, young man—the institute director brought me in to fix broken things. Broken people. The rusty cogs that need a little…polish to better function in the machinery of society, you know? And that isn’t you, is it, sweet child? You know your place, you know your purpose, and that’s all you really need.”
Because the Bastard Bar needs to be raised ever higher, and Trepan is doing Olympic levels of this shit, here’s him having the most innocuous hello with an Interesting Specimen at the new Cold Construct institute he’s working at which has greenlit him to experiment with Mnemosurgery on children—illegal, but there is rising demand—in return for his services on-call, and the director has assured him these are tools really, not kids, so just get some results and don’t make a mess that needs PR intervention.
At this point, young!Prowl doesn’t have a name yet, only numbers, and even with his directive to be polite and on his best behavior for Uncle Gold-Eyes/their new guest, he still can’t help hear faint alarm bells ringing in the back of his head.
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