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@s17-hdtt
//I was just about to suggest an au for smokestack where he is the real bads but heās actually not that fluffy and sweet. I mean. During the war? He bombs the fuck out of places, by himself. Radar locks on and like, the place goes
Smokestack: looks like a cinnamon roll.
actually an atomic sinnamon.
Now might be a really good time to go on extended shore leave and/or just away from the ship...
Chicago, Milwaukee and St. Paul Railway EP-2 āBi-Polarā electric locomotive with passenger train, leaving Seattle, Washington, circa 1925.
Portrait commission for @maelikki and @billywick of their absolutely adorable OC Smokestack (he turns into a train, how cute is that??????? VERY). Thank you so much for commissioning me, he was a real cutie to draw! <3
//commission info//
It smokeyyyy, look at this gorgeous art oh my fucking god,
Come on ride the train, hey, ride it, woo woo~
āPlease donāt ride the train.ā
āThe train is very uncomfortable with organic contact.ā
*Disturbed Train Noises*
Why are there organics peeling their plating off following me?
Ā«Donāt worry! The plating is supposed to come off. Itās not part of their bodies, itās like floppy removable shields.Ā»
Oh...that makes a lot more sense. I thought they were diseased and looking for my help.
*Disturbed Train Noises*
Why are there organics peeling their plating off following me?
Your conjunx really is something...
Oh no. What has he done now?
Portrait commission for @maelikki and @billywick of their absolutely adorable OC Smokestack (he turns into a train, how cute is that??????? VERY). Thank you so much for commissioning me, he was a real cutie to draw! <3
//commission info//
It smokeyyyy, look at this gorgeous art oh my fucking god,
Indefinite Hiatus
starting now, not sure how long etc.
I am very tired of rping on tumblr. It is no oneās fault, but between waiting for replies and having to come up with new ideas for other people, as well as failing to arrange a cohesive stable group, I just donāt have energy for this at the moment.
The benefits just donāt outweigh the effort for me anymore. I get angry over 80% of the content on my dash. I take this out on those who are on skype with me. I love Megatron, I really do. My muse has not and will never leave me. But between having to limit him constantly for the sake of manners as an rp partner and generally feeling to be a nuisance who replies too quickly and demands more of my partners than they can offer, Iām not doing myself any favours by being here. And it isnāt fair to all of my thread partners for me to be in a bad mood with them just because they didnāt have time to reply to me in a while.Ā
So thanks for the many follows etc, but Iām gonna cut off this time&creativity sinkhole.Ā
oh, and of course the same goes for my other blogs:
@radialsonar
@s17-hdtt
@doctor-djd
@the Unholy crew: if you guys want to keep the verse going feel free, megs can just have fucked off into space or stasis or w/e.
iām dropping all my current threads.
Hello from the Other Side
āYou and I need to have aā¦ talk.ā
Soundwave chose a recording of a silky purr, the voice so like a cold blade belonging to a long dead but incredibly sadistic doctor who had served the Decepticons. Soundwave hadnāt liked him, but his voice was perfect for situations like these, situations where the normal cynical way he pieced together his recordings just wouldnāt cut it.
Opening the claws pinching lip plates together, he released Smokestackās mouth, though he kept his feeler wrapped once around the trainās neck in an almost casual fashion. Tilting his helm just a bit to the side so his blank screen would reflect Smokestackās own optics back at him, Soundwave remained where he was, effortlessly keeping his balance.
āAfter all, a courtship is a delightful event. Would be a shame ifā¦ something went wrong.ā
Courtship?
Oh Primus, no, he knew what this was about. His headlights spun into alarm, but at least he managed to temper his vocalizer before he made more noise to displease Soundwave. This was about Sonar. And his superior officer didnāt seem happy about in in the slightest. The trainformer plustered up, chest heaving as he relaxed his combat protocols.
āSir, I would never willfully wrong Sonar. He is...he is my everything. I would take any punishment you may see fit, but I will never feel differently about him.ā
He wasnāt exactly prepared, but he had often contemplated that if they did go ahead and do something far more...official, that their officers may not be so benevolent and allow it. But this was something Smokestack would fight for.
reblog with a gif of the animal your muse would be.
Originally posted by fencehopping
Originally posted by avianrecon
undoubtedly
//he will foghorn with embarrassment if he ever catches wind of Sonarās heckling.
Hello from the Other Side
Soundwave had very much counted on Smokestack to jerk upright, and had been prepared. It was a simple matter of straightening, then stepping from his chest to his shoulders, crouching down on the tips of his pedes once more. One feeler shot out, winding around Smokestackās neck once before rearing up in front of his face. Soundwave allowed him only a brief glace of the wriggling cables at the end before retracting them, simply placing the feeler over Smokestackās mouth and using the four hooks at the end to gently pinch it shut.
āSĶĶŅhĶh..Ģ”Ķ.Ģ”ā
So loud. Soundwave hatedĀ that, though his dislike only showed in the fact that the recording he replayed was heavily laced with static. And that might also have something to do with the fact that he was aiming for complete intimidation, here. For that very same reason, the next recording he chose was one of Megatron, the voice more clear from static, yet still having a hollow and unsettling ring to it.
āStand down, soldier.ā
Obedience was in his very base coding, so Smokestackās weapons array cycled into power-down mode immediately, without conscious thought or action. He could only stare as he recognized that it was in fact Soundwave on his chest, perching like a sparkeater and not looking too unlike one either.
What in the pits had happened for the TIC to show up in his bunk?
Heād been shushed. Was he allowed to ask questions? Helplessly and silent, he stared at the spymaster, waiting for permission.
Hello from the Other Side
@soundless-surveillance
Knowing that Sonar was on shift, Soundwave slipped into Smokestackās room. He wanted to talk to the trainformer, and he wanted to talkĀ alone - oh, it should definitely be just the two of them. Heād chosen a time he knew would be Smokestackās recharge cycle, his screen helping him locate the large docile frame in the dark room. Perfect.
Soundwaveās lithe frame made it easy for him to simply scale Smokestack, perching on his chest in a slight crouch. Long arms draped over his inverted knees and hunching enough to display the spines along his back, Soundwave unfurled his feelers and dimmed his biolights to only glow eerily. Then he simply used a feeler to prod at Smokestackās nasal ridge. Wake up, soldier. You two have things to discuss. Very important things.
Smokestackās recharge cycles were infrequent. His duties aboard the Nemesis had yet to be determined and he had no idea what use heād be without Sonar, who had already been reabsorbed by his work as a spy. Well, it was understandable, Soundwave was aboard after all and he knew how much his little flyer had been looking forward to working directly under the mech he admired so much.
So heād begun conserving energy, recharging nearly every time Sonar was on away missions.Ā
Never though had he been disturbed by anything other than Sonar climbing onto his chest to assume his own recharge position. The weight on him was very different and when Smokestackās optics onlined, they registered more distressing differences.
Limbs. Tentacles. The tactile sensation of someone on top of him. Biolights, too dim to be recognizable.Ā
The trainformer sat up with a start, his vocalizer failing to contain the blast of the horn that was part of his new altmode (courtesy of human constructs), the lights on his helms spinning as wildly as his defense protocols came to life.
āWhat the-?!ā
primewithoutnation liked your post: so his earth altmode is thisBut i imag...
āTha-Thank you sir but I cannot accept your positivism on grounds of you being the enemy. My deepest apologies.ā
so his earth altmode is this
But i imagine his Cybertronian altmode is a little more like this
Just a lot filthier and with stripes over theĀ ānoseā of the train. Also everything that is blue here should be orange/yellow
