#flame nova mcb

[vexofhearts]

More Flame Nova doodles because i love him so much (seriously do not understand where this love for him came from BUT whatever)

He's so evil cat coded. He WILL break into your house JUST to knock a glass off of your table and watch it shatter. Just saying...

First one was with a reference in front of my eyeballs so that's why its so much more detailed than the others. He's my shayla I CAN FIX HIM I SWEAR

[the-wanderers-logbook]

- You're on the dead list as a death in the line of duty, what are you doing here?!

- Who's talking! You were split by Deus and sealed, what are you doing here?

- Um.. Guys? You were both supposed to be dead...

*Savannah's quiet "oh shit" in the background*

A traitor, an active Guardian, a deserter, and a victim of circumstances have gathered...

[sc-02]

Flashbangs you with small sun

Nova’s back yayyy!!

I’ll try to get to those art reqs soon

[vexofhearts]

It's kinda crazy how hard Flame Nova is to draw

I'm quite happy with how he turned out, especially here so yay! :D

He's so disgruntled, I love him so much its not funny AUGH (it's a little funny)

i wish to draw him like a sad wet dog, I yearn for it. Scrimbly scrumbo lookin bot. overall though for my first few attempts at drawing him I think I did okay :D

[sc-02]

I thought you were more aware of your surroundings?

[sc-02]

Hihi I wanted to show you some OC x canon stuff. Wingblaze is the OC. This is old man yaoi. Please excuse the horrible attempt at a cartoonish pirate’s accent.

Flame Nova could only stare at the gregarious green mech surrounded by the other cardbots. Wingblaze has been making good time for himself here, chittering to the younger ones about his adventures and history on Machina. About the icy peaks that surrounded the cities, the peaks that blocked the scorching air of the desert that later traveled to glaciers— the volcanoes that have long replaced the main rivers of Machina that were later used for blacksmithing and carried prisons above them.

His wheels aren’t locked, Jun has allowed him to roam freely as long as he doesn’t go past the car shop’s gate, but his state of mind is locked onto the former king. How his optics would express his felicity, how his plating would click and spread when he shows how he mass-shifts, the yellow and white winglets twitching with every movement. He had forgotten how tantalizing his lover was, but he makes no complaint as he experiences it all over again.

In a seat instead of touching him. Caressing him, making him purr and melt—

“Ay,” His optics flick up to find Black Hook, holding a can of condensed fuel…then placing it on top of him, “King would’nae like the fact yer’r avoidin’ ‘im.” The pirate pats the base of his cannon. “The mech won’t giv’ a flyin’ frag that yer’ only in yer alt.” Then he walks off as annoyance buzzes in Flame Nova.

He knows that Wingblaze would pick him up into his arms if he were to approach him in his alt mode, but he’s surrounded— and Flame Nova would rather not seem like those unmoving stuffed animals that human children often fling around in front of the others.

So he waits.

He waits and waits until the sun has already started to set. The younglings have already tired themselves out listening to his lover speak about the history of Machina.

His wheels seem to automatically roll towards the towering mech, optics flicking up on occasion to find him zoning out in his smallest form. The one where his wings had transformed into a cloak that surrounds the entirety of his frame, the one where the golden ridge reinforces turn into pretty finials that would twitch whenever he hears a sound.

Nova ends up nudging one of his pedes instead of calling out, just to see the green optics brighten up when he looks in his direction.

“Yes, my love?” His love says warmingly, shifting into his form where he actually has servos and picks him up, holding him up to his face with gentle digits. “You’ve been sitting in the corner all day,” he tilts his head.

“I did not want them to see me as vulnerable.” He states blankly. But The mech stares at him with a look that orders him to elaborate. Flame Nova sighs, “But I wanted to be alone with you, exclusively.”

Wingblaze makes a strange noise before tucking Flame Nova into his arms, his wing folding in alongside it as if to hide the mech from the others. Only to have him for himself.

“Would you like to go to the forest? I’ve found a nice clearing—“

“They are not allowing me to go anywhere outside of these walls, my love.” Flame Nova feels a tinge of guilt as a result of cutting Wingblaze off, with the way the mech looks like a kicked animal outside of battle. He attempts to cheer his dear up, “…but you may try asking them.”

Wingblaze presumes to do so.