#mamablurr

[killerniinja]

mamablurr said to killerniinja:

Maccadams was crowded that night—and for good cause. Jazz has finally graced his bar for a live show—along with a bit Blurr had never seen before. Max? Whatever. Blurr’ till was thanking Jazz for the band night and mechs all around came to hear the bot sing. Blurr made sure Jazz’s cube was never empty—and he made sure his partner was taken care of too. It was a good. It was calm. For now...

that jazzmax ref I'm WEAK AHHH-

Sure he could’ve visited Maccadams from his own universe. But, in reality, the bots in this reality had the richest of high-grade energon. He strode in, catching a glance at a bot who was staring at him. Ricochet snarled at them, raising a fist at them. They backed off.

He reached the bar, catching sight of that slick blue sports car at work. Ricochet grinned to himself, eagerly licking his lips. Maybe the blue bot won’t be so happy seeing him. But, Rico couldn’t help but pay a visit. Was it purely to piss off Blurr? Most likely. Ricochet just wanted to have a little fun tonight.

“ Hotshot. Give me a swig. I’m gonna be a good bot and give ya the exact credits this time. ”

[tomorobo-illust]

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And here is finally the Transformers x Brooklyn 99 crossover scene I've wanted to do!! I don't normally colour comics, but since this is a reward for my dedicated patron, @mamablurr, I wanted to do something special! Thank you so much for your patience >w< I hope you like it <3

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~Gift commission for @mamablurr ~

[killerniinja]

mamablurr

Blurr’s lips and optic twitched.

Fragging Pit.

“Welcome back, Ricochet” he said politely and ducked under the counter to retrieve a few bottles. He focused on his task, slinging the energon with little to no enthusiasm.

He noticed the creds were short. Again. And so Blurr made sure to use his prettiest bottle. Some mechs thought the prettier the bottle, be better the grade…didn’t mean it was his best.

The racer slid the cube down the bar with ease—said cube coming to a stop in front of the grinning mech. He then folded his arms across his chassis.

“Thank you for bothering to clean up this time” he huffed, grabbing a mesh cloth and wiping down the bar top.

Crimson optics watched the bot carefully, his lips stretched into a smirk. He smiled all the time, but it did not ever appear to be a genuine, wholesome smile...

“ So, you do remember me.” he huffed, clawed servos clasped around the cube as he took a quick swig. He closed his optics for a moment, licking his lips eagerly and taking in the sheer energy that was highgrade energon. Truly delicious. He set down the drink, overhearing the other’s noticeable remark on his appearance. Ricochet couldn’t help but chuckle at that. So he’s aware.

“ No problem baby. I always try to make an impression. I only seem to scare others away. But, I like that.” he rested his clawed servo under his chin. Taking a few more sips, he eyed the blue mech up and down. Oh, how Ricochet wanted to do things to this mech in particular. How he wanted to grasp their pretty lil’ chin and stare into those piercing cyan blue optics of his. He did know of a Blurr in his own universe. But, hardly seem to catch his attention. Despite how putridly good the Autobots are in this dimension, not all of them were such a pain in the aft. 

Ricochet tapped his claws upon the bar, giving glances at the pub around him. He was itching to slit a mech’s throat. They all gave him looks. Ricochet only stared back at them until they grew uncomfortable and gave up, turning to look at nothing or their own drinks. How curious can the weak-minded be, He wondered who in this bar seemed to be the most defenseless....

[killerniinja]

Blurr hates slow nights. And double shifts. It was peak season and yet his bar held a little more than a handful of mechs. Regulars, yes, but it wasn’t exactly overflowing the till. His foot tapped the ground in boredom. He scrubbed a spot in the bar over and over until he notice a slight wear in it. He set a cube over it to hide it... The racer huffed softly and wandered the bar—filling up half full drinks and plastering a perfect customer service smile to whoever decided to wander in...

Finally. Now, this was a good place to snag some sweet, fresh highgrade. Ricochet had just finished off one–no– three mechs. He decided to clean himself up so he didn’t frighten anyone just yet. Nonetheless, he loved getting the fearful looks from on goers. 

He walked in, flashing a look at a random sports car mech who flinched when he bared his wide grin. The grin faded away quickly as he walked up to the bar, seeing the barista at work. Ricochet eyed them carefully, optics taking pleasure in the sight before him. He sat down, laying back and resting one arm over the chair.

“ Well, it seems that I’ll be takin’ my order from you. Give me the highgrade energon. Best you got stored. ” he slammed a couple of credits on the bar. That might do.

[tomorobo-illust]

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Happy Belated Birthday to my amazing Radical Bot, Cia!! This month she requested Blurr for her reward <3  Also made a blank version ;D

[tomorobo-illust]

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@mamablurr’s reward for this month! Supportive Blurr reminds us to celebrate every success, no matter how small <3 I hope you don't mind I drew you here with our speedy robot boi!

[tomorobo-illust]

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A new updated icon for @mamablurr! I hope you like it my sweet Radical Bot <3 You are so amazing and doing so well!!