All of humanity was disgusting, but these ones were a special breed of nauseating. Their cruelty and glee at tormenting and murdering the helpless and unsuspecting, wrenching sparklings from their creators and putting bullets in the heads of their own people that protested their brutality. They reminded Soundwave far, far too much of the Senate they had torn down--and precisely why he and so many decepticons had been pushed to such dire reaction.
A species like this didn't deserve to exist.
"Ravage," he orders, the front of his chest folding open with a click. "Deploy."
She leaps from his dock and unfolds with liquid grace in the air, deceptively lithe and heavy as her paws land on the pavement. The vermin barely come up to her shoulders, and before she's even lowered herself to pounce, Soundwave feels her excitement bubbling just beneath her plating. Though she's still, her stance is rigid, and she's hungry for the hunt.
"Mission: execution."
She takes off like a shot, steel claws leaving gouges in the concrete. She plows directly into one of the agents, shattering their ribs on impact and sending them flying several feet back. They slam into a parked car and crumple like a doll, and suddenly bullets shower upon her. They're ineffective, as all earthly weapons are against them: the projectiles ricochet off of her hide without so much as denting her, backfiring on the human scum in fractions of seconds. Soundwave watches calmly, and his mouth curls seeing one such bullet bounce off at a 45° angle and sink into one of their foreheads. The struck agent drops immediately, red organic blood spurting from the wound.
Ravage's claws slice through their armor like paper, and tear straight through one agent's chest. Cleanly cleaving a lung and leaving them to collapse, gurgling and choking on their own blood. A second one, brave or stupid or both, tries to bash her across the helm with their gun, and with a single, thunderous snap of her jaws they lose both forearms. They fall down, screaming and sobbing like a sparkling, and she makes sure to drop their two severed arms into their lap before whipping her tail around and jabbing it with tremendous force straight into their face. They're skewered easily, the blade at the tip of her tail jutting out the back of their skull. They're still alive, somehow, enough to kick and squirm when she whips around and throws them into one of their compatriots.
A third one seems to think their chemical weapons will work better, but the horrible concoction they blast her with drips right off harmlessly. Human blood drizzling from her maw, she leaps at them and swipes downward with her left front leg: they hit the pavement with such force they bounce on impact, and don't get up. She bears over them with a sense of great satisfaction for only a moment before sinking her claws into their eye sockets and penetrating deeply into their brain, killing them instantly.
Finally seeming to realize this isn't a foe they can fight, the agents scatter. Soundwave watches as one tries to make a mad dash for their armored vehicle, and the memory of them screaming and voiding all over themselves when their truck suddenly stands up will stay with him for a long time. The last thing they see is a giant pede coming down toward them, blocking out the sun before they're stomped into sticky organic paste on the asphalt.
It's pandemonium then, panic swallowing the group, and they run off in all directions like exposed corkroaches. Ravage gives chase with an exhilarated yowl, slashing them down one after another. She lets one pull ahead, enough that it can squirm into a nondescript building to hide. She does so love hunting in enclosed spaces. The creeping claustrophobia of her prey and the helplessness as they realize they've effectively trapped themselves with her is one of her favorite things to savor.
She scales the building easily, sound dampeners activating to silence her paws as she slithers her way inside. She can hear them, their frightened, uneven breathing, the whimpered sobs and desperately whispered prayers. She smells them, putrid sweat and gunpowder, and further tuning her hearing reveals the terrified beating of their fragile human heart.
She drops down from the ceiling, right in the middle of the room. There's a hoarse gasp, and the softest rustle as the rat hurries to clamp a hand over their mouth. They're holding still, holding their breath, hoping she won't find them. They reek of terror. No longer fear, terror, feeling death breathing down their neck. She relishes in it. It's what they deserve.
She stalks across the room languidly, not toward them, not away from them, as if she really has no idea where they might be. Her scanners kick on, softly beeping as it searches them out. Usually only necessary for invisible, properly silent foes, but the sound of their activation makes her prey's heartbeat heighten further. There's the softest, momentary rustle, and she snaps toward it. They make a strangled squeak, and she stares in their general direction for several seconds before continuing on. They release a quivering sigh of relief, and she smiles.
Will they sit tight and hope she leaves? Will they try to sneak away when she's far from the door? She can't wait to find out.
She stalks across the room, helm low to the ground. She sees the residual heat of their footsteps, leading a trail right to them. Their hiding place isn't great, clearly the first spot they could find. Huddling in there like a turbofox trying to avoid a trained turbohound.
She turns and wanders toward the opposite corner, giving them the chance to run if they so choose.
They don't. They stay huddled in their little nook, and a curl of satisfaction practically makes her purr. Excellent.
She manipulates her scanner, and it produces the negative sound. No foes detected. Time to leave. She leaps back to the skylight with a single vertical jump, pulling herself through and situating herself so she's entirely out of view of the rat she's hunting. She pays attentions to their vitals, and sure enough--not 2 kliks later do they heave a sigh of enormous relief and pull themselves out of their hiding spot. They laugh, and sob, one hand on their chest and rubbing as their heart finally stops pumping as harshly. Their legs are shaking as they stand up, and they're whispering thanks--to whom, Ravage isn't sure. She doesn't know the name of their god and she doesn't care to learn.
She let's them get all the way to the door before she jumps on them. They scream, a high pitched, audial-piercing tone, begging for mercy and babbling senseless apologies. She doesn't dignify them with a response, but privately, she hopes they've had time to reflect and realize the horrors she's inflicted on them are not at all alien to others. Their sobbing please mean nothing to her as she sinks her sickle claws into their flesh, penetrating their armor and digging deep into warm organic flesh. They holler and flail, weeping hysterically, calling for help even though there is no one to aid them.
She presses their face into the concrete floor, grinding it in, before opening her mouth and crushing her jaws around the back of their skull. It shatters easily, and the agent lays silent and still beneath her with a fountain of red leaking out everywhere. She spits out the bone fragments and steps off of them, shouldering her way out the door to dash back to Soundwave. There's more to do, after all.
Sometimes you're alright and other times you're watching arcane and a specific song gets stuck in your head and mixes with your religious trauma, what a world
And here's the speed paint, with the song previously mentioned:
Actually had someone do this to me too. Was doing a art stream, it took me over 2 hours to do his inked commission, he got a refund cause ‘it took too long’ that he figured I wasn’t going to do it after I gave him the file.
I’ve had this happen to me with a $350 comic :/ I had already finished it, it was full color, 6 panels and had a full bg in every panel. I was lucky in that I didn’t spend him money yet, but it left me without funds. I’ve also had the above happen to me as well.
Don’t do this shit to artists. We’re people too. Drawing for you is more than a hobby. It’s a job.
I cannot stress this enough. That shit helps A LOT when it comes down to Paypal refunds/disputes.
There’s a description box that let’s you put in what the product is/how long it’ll take/yadda yadda, and then there’s another little memo box that only you and paypal can see where you can say it’s a digital commission and doesn’t require shipping (So Donald Mcfuck can’t say that they never got their commission).
And there’s also a box for your Terms & Conditions where you can say, if you have any conflicts/want a refund - email me, or you can actually tell the user that this is a digital commission and they won’t be getting a hard copy of it.
ARTISTS. PLEASE USE PAYPAL INVOICES. it will SAVE you.
And to: the people who do this to artists – Fuck you. It’s okay if you change your mind and want a refund. But freaking TALK to us and let us know what’s going on. Let us WORK with you.
ALSO A HUGE TIP: Invoices paid will automatically set up a shipping notice which, if not fulfilled, can land you in SERIOUS hot water with PayPal. Since a lot of artists don’t print and ship the commissions, this is a huge problem.
However! Totally manageable. Just go to your PayPal, scroll down to find Seller Preferences
>> Shipping Preferences
>> Display Ship Button. Make sure all the boxes are unchecked. Then you’re all set!
As a big supporter of artists, don’t you ever fucking dare fuck over an artist like that. Like don’t. And if they take their time to do a good job, don’t shit all over them for it! Don’t be a fucking ass hole. Just don’t. These people put a LOT of work and time and effort into their artwork. Just don’t be that guy. Often times these artists aren’t even getting what they deserve in compensation.
Yesss our favorite morally questionable uncle is back!
@somerandomdudelmao
I really loved how you drew him celebrating so I decided to make some fanart I really hope you like it since your comic is my favorite au, also side note :take care of yourself please
So there is absolutely no way you would know this because I barely post stuff here but I am obsessed with Alexandre Cabanel's fallen angel so I decided to draw it in my new black sheet notebook and here's the result
So there is absolutely no way you would know this because I barely post stuff here but I am obsessed with Alexandre Cabanel's fallen angel so I decided to draw it in my new black sheet notebook and here's the result=