#snare

[jaywired]

How to Rest

[ecunderbase]

we interrupt your irregularly scheduled silly gw2 comics to bring you silly TF comics

don't worry if you're not a TF fan, the only canon context that's relevant here is:

Flywheels was in a comic with zombies once

the Insecticons' whole gimmick is that they eat stuff

everything else is complete nonsense 😌 as usual. and if you think about it, this is the intended way to use Transformers: playing with them like toys 👈( UwU👈)

[letternotekisses]

There's something outside your door.

At first you thought it could just be an animal sniffing about your porch, perhaps a young fox that might've curled up for the night under your chair. But no, this sounded...bigger. Certainly heavier, with loud, laboured breaths that you could hear through the thick wood.

Only, when you opened the door expecting an injured animal, you find anything but.

Its a man. A big man. And he seems to be missing an arm.

You stand staring at him for a while, your form in the doorway blocking out the warm lamplight in your home behind you. Hesitating for just a minute, you finally creep closer once you realise that his eyes are closed, his brows knit deep in focus, even in sleep.

You get a better look at him like this. Some sort of huge mechanical arm seemed to have been sliced clean from him, and his suit was torn and dirty. He must have dragged himself all the way to your doorstep, as evidenced by the sore looking wounds on his skin.

In any other scenario, you imagined he was rather handsome.

"What happened to you?" You murmur softly, reaching out to trace a cut above his brow before he suddenly stirs, an instinctual jolt that you can barely register until he has your wrist in a vice grip with his only remaining hand.

His eyes are wild. Flashing with an animosity that reminded you of a wolf in a snare. You fear for your life for all of two seconds before his arm drops and his head lolls, passing out from exhaustion once more.

You place a hand over your heart. Calming the rabbiting of it as you pace your porch and mull over your options. You didn't know him. But he looked dangerous. The bruising on your wrist doubly confirmed that. But who on Earth were you to leave a man to die on your doorstep?

And as you hook your fingers into the front of his suit jacket, dragging him into your home with the most effort you could possibly muster, you couldn't help but wonder if you'd seen his face before.

[palettepainter]

Out of context Snare doodles for future chapters and a very rough idea of what the cove that Ratchet lives in looks like

You can read Snare here

[magnificentmicrowave]

altober day 2: snare for @rabidrhys

[encore-playbill]

Hi Snare! Who are these lil guys?

<This is Dove, my heart. King, my mind. And Wander, my soul.>

They seem happy to meet some new people!

[the-lady-siubhan]

I can leave eternity behind, because she's worth it.

Updated NineRose piece!

[mammoth-clangen]

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Loooooong moon that i started making in August and only finished now (1st October)

So long, in fact, that i have actually split this page in half since typing this bc it was Bothering Me (and wouldn't upload to comicfury, so enjoy a small bonus moon update coming shortly)

I think the break was good for me bc I'm a lot happier with the characters and anatomy on this moon c:

Colours in the first panel are a paintover/photobashed from a sunset I took on my phone, but I like how it turned out

Lilac has a bow tie in game, but that's... that can't happen he's a 300kg+ sabercat not a domestic kitty

Snares will mess u up though! I had to do a lot of research and I did fudge some things (woven artifacts don't preserve very well) but hopefully it's clear Lilac can't get his head around to bite it without swinging+ claws are actually terrible for slicing (especially Homotherium ones which are only semi-retractable and therefore dull)