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[galactic-poet]

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[tentacletournament]

TENTACLE TOURNAMENT: THE FINALS

THE LONG AWAITED FINALS ARE HERE!!! WILL THE ROT CONSUME, OR WILL SOUNDWAVE SWEEP ANOTHER TOURNAMENT? A LEGENDARY CHAMPIONSHIP

THE ROT VS SOUNDWAVE

THE ROT CONSUMES

SOUNDWAVE SWEEP

Voting ended onMar 23, 2023

ART USED IN THE COLLAGES BY: @notb0p, @birdy-reblog, @neattnat, @lilaccheese, @smallgermancar

[despicable-ruler]

Little animation I was working on for an rp !

For context;;;

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[jinglespooks]

Some doodles from last nigHT --The mech in the background belongs to @eelipng (Nidarya's best girl ❣)

[robotzzz]

[robotzzz]

Wait actually

[galactic-poet]

@theportertwins Whispering. Quiet, restrained whispering was all Megatron would hear as a pair of lights danced their way through the deck. One, a sharp blue tint, the other, a shade of teal. They were sneaking, ever so slightly toward Megatron, right...beneath...his peddes. "You know, for a guy who's murdered millions, he sure looks elderly. Are we sure we're in the right ship...?" "Shhh! You're going to give us away!"

He indeed had been walking into the deck, towards his chair actually; which, by sheer size and shape appeared more like a throne than anything. Megatron had not a clue of what was below his nose just yet, risking possibility of nearly stepping or rather squashing the poor organics below. Infact he likely did, halting as he realized the tiny thp thp thp's in the near empty room.

"what in primus's name..--" He muttered lowly, to himself. His gaze shifted around the room, before ultimately looking down. It certainly didn't sound like ravage navigating around him that's for sure.

"--???"

[theportertwins]

Jim-bob just continued his conversation, gingerly waving his hands about as he spoke. “All I’m saying is he’s at least 5 million years old-” He began, walking toward his sister. What he didn’t realize as he approached was the fact that Jo and Megatron had just made direct eye contact...

She gripped his head as he came to a stop, forcing him to turn and face the giant of a mech. “OH.” 

Without any further warning, the pair of lights sprang about as fast as they could, scrambling to find a hiding place that big Megatron didn’t have any access to. Jo was smart, she kept out in the open, skittering quickly, right between Megatron’s legs to avoid capture, while her brother dared to dip toward his console.  “JIM! You bloody idiot, over here!” She waved to him, motioning past Megatron’s legs. 

[galactic-poet]

"...???--" Megatron leered over, registering just what had been around his peds. He had been about to speak until they began to run, shutting himself up momentarily.--

Bewildered, he blinked- following the little mice that were scittering for safety. Megatrons servo reached down for the closest- jimbop as if they were a mere pest. oh how in the world did these two get here? even more so, he was alarmed they were going up to the console.

[galactic-poet]

@theportertwins Whispering. Quiet, restrained whispering was all Megatron would hear as a pair of lights danced their way through the deck. One, a sharp blue tint, the other, a shade of teal. They were sneaking, ever so slightly toward Megatron, right...beneath...his peddes. "You know, for a guy who's murdered millions, he sure looks elderly. Are we sure we're in the right ship...?" "Shhh! You're going to give us away!"

He indeed had been walking into the deck, towards his chair actually; which, by sheer size and shape appeared more like a throne than anything. Megatron had not a clue of what was below his nose just yet, risking possibility of nearly stepping or rather squashing the poor organics below. Infact he likely did, halting as he realized the tiny thp thp thp's in the near empty room.

"what in primus's name..--" He muttered lowly, to himself. His gaze shifted around the room, before ultimately looking down. It certainly didn't sound like ravage navigating around him that's for sure.

"--???"

[galactic-poet]

If Whirl had a mouth, he'd be grinning. He's thankful, actually. It would give him away. He didn't want to look suspicious, right?

@xgive-it-a-whirlx

The larger mech gazed over mere moments later, lowering the glass he held within his servo. An odd look at the smaller staring in whichever direction they were here.

"is...something the matter? what are you doing."

[slugcat-galore]

throws my transformer holoform design for rumble directly into your open eyes

and an ooc one of him on fire

[speed-enthusiast]

man i look forward to the new tf show, i love soundwave’s design so much! I hope rumble and frenzy are th-

WHAT-

[jinglespooks]

[jinglespooks]

[happyheidi]

Candy for my mutuals

🍭🍬🍭🍬🍭🍬

[despicable-ruler]

How long was he out for…

[despicable-ruler]

decepticon-apologist

Ashfall stopped abruptly at his threat, glaring absolute MURDER at him. Ooh she couldn’t stand him-

“Do it. Do it. Do it, you won’t. I will drAG you wITH ME.” Her squeaky little voice was laced with the most venom she could muster (an alarming amount for someone her size and age) but she still resembled a mewling kitten at best. Again she started flailing, reaching with her tiny servos at him- until she had a rather grand thought. She wasn’t stuck in his grasp, he was stuck with her in his servos.

A blank, eerie stare before she folded herself upwards with alarming speed and clung to his entire arm.

The most hilarious, strangely feminine sounding scream ripped out of him, his whole arm bowing upward as wings flailing and he began to writhe the limb. “ASHLAND– ASH NONO- ASH GET OFF!!!” he wailed, his other servo coming to grab her helm and SHOVE, but with no luck dislodging her.  This was horrific.

[galactic-poet]

The hall rung with loud clangs against its very metal, shaking the hall just outside- a voice roared, louder than these two. Rising above the music

"WILL YOU TWO S H U T U P??"

Uh oh, you woke the old man.

[speed-enthusiast]

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[galactic-poet]

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DEFENSIVENESS: arms crossed on chest // crossing legs // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // karate chops // stiffening of shoulders // tense posture // curling of lip // baring of teeth

REFLECTIVE: hand-to-face gestures // head tilted // stroking chin // peering over glasses // taking glasses off — cleaning // putting earpiece of glasses in mouth // pipe smoker gestures // putting hand to the bridge of the nose // pursed lips // knitted brows SUSPICION: arms crossed // sideways glance // touching or rubbing nose // rubbing eyes // hands resting on weapon // brows raising // lips pressing into a thin line // strict, unwavering eye contact // wrinkling of nose

OPENNESS & COOPERATION: open hands // upper body in sprinters position // sitting on the edge of a chair // hand-to-face gestures // unbuttoned coat // tilted head // slacked shoulders // droopy posture // feet pointed outward // palms flat and facing outward CONFIDENCE: hands behind back // hands on lapels of coat // steepled hands // baring teeth in a grin // rolling shoulders // tipping head back but maintaining eye contact // chest puffed up/shoulders back // arms folded just above navel

INSECURITY & ANXIETY: chewing pen or pencil // rubbing thumb over opposite thumb // biting fingernails (chipping paint on servos) // hands in pockets // elbow bent/closed gestures // clearing throat // “whew” sound // picking or pinching flesh // fidgeting in chair // hand covering mouth whilst speaking // poor eye contact // tugging at pants whilst seated // jingling money in pockets // tugging at ear // perspiring hands // playing with hair // swaying // playing with pointer/marker // smacking lips // sighing // rocking on balls of feet // flexing fingers sporadically

FRUSTRATION: short breaths // “tsk” sounds // tightly-clenched hands // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // running hand through hair // rubbing back of neck // snarling // revealing teeth/grimacing // sharp-eyed glowers with notable tension in the brows // shoulders back, head up - defensive posturing // clenching of jaw/grinding teeth // nostrils flaring // heavy exhales Tagged by: @despicable-ruler

Tagging: @decepticon-apologist

[tsunflowers]

I feel bad for people who’ve never experienced a corn maze bc it’s not even fun but you just have to do it

[decepticon-apologist]

"Can we go to a corn maze please. Pretty please. Pretty pretty please."

@galactic-poet

[galactic-poet]

"-A corn maze?"

"Erm... That would depend if there are any around at this time of the cycle."

[decepticon-apologist]

Excitedly bounces on their peddes, optics swivelling wider. They didn't think it was going to work. "They should be- they're a fall thing! I'll look."

[galactic-poet]

He watched, much to his surprise in her interest with these things. But would not shoot it down immediately.

"Yes, you do that. But I won't guarantee anything."