• Bending to pick up the diminutive bot and set him on the kitchen counter, you’re not sure if you adopted him or if it’s the other way around. He’d followed you around as you made deliveries, shoulders back and chin up like he’d decided he’s your personal bodyguard. Staring down other, much bigger aliens like it’s never occurred to him that one of them could easily stomp him. And that’s exactly why you’d brought him home with you. Someone needs to look after him.
• Legs hanging off the edge of the counter as he watches you moving around the space, his peds swing. “Why were you hiding under the steps?” You ask as you pull out bowls and strange, alien utensils. ‘I wasn’t hiding. That’s where I recharge,’ he says, making a face and you turn his way, expression horrified to make his plating lift slightly. ‘Hey, it’s out of the weather and I’m not soft like you are.’ Doesn’t need a lot of space or anything fancy.
• He’s homeless? Why didn’t he get assigned a habsuite like all the other Cybertronians? Is it because he’s so tiny? It’s not like you have a clue about alien, social hierarchies, but that would have been a human faux pas, right? Maybe the government decided since he was tiny, he’s not a threat and didn’t need to be catered to. “You could stay here. I’ve got more than enough space,” you say. Your room isn’t huge, but it’s more than enough room for you and him both.
• Chin lifting, he watches you open a tall, storage unit and pull out food containers. “I don’t need charity,” he says, watching you open a container. ‘I’m not assigned to a Cybertronian. Some of the big guys just grab people. It wouldn’t be charity, it’d be protection,’ you say and he hesitates, rumbling as he watches you crack an egg against the side of a bowl. Protection? You are a lot smaller than most Cybertronians. Soft and weak. You’d not even tried to stop that Seeker from stealing from you.
• Peeking at him over your shoulder as he frowns, leaning back with his hands on the counter, his expression serious. “I can handle protection,” he says and you smile at him. “No one’s going to mess with you while I’m around,” he adds as you measure out some flour. Maybe you can find a little toddler bed for him? He’ll need somewhere to sleep. Do they sleep? He’d said he recharges under the steps so maybe that’s like sleeping? ‘I know they won’t,’ you tell him, wondering if you’d offend him if you put him in a onesie. He can still protect you if he looks adorable, right?
This small, cocky, overconfident, arrogant little decepticon has quite the big mouth and displays an unwarranted sense of pride but is prone to anger and panic. Absolutely hates being ridiculed by his small size, much to his sensitivity about being short. He wants to prove it all to Starscream
Hiiii cat formers guy!! I've been feeling a bit down lately and I was hoping to request something cute of Browning and Cancer (not ship) from super-god masterforce since there's basically nothing on here of them haha
If you don't wanna draw a human but still wanna take this request, you could draw Cancer's Transtector, I'd be super happy either way ^^
SPRINTING TO MAKE THIS DRAWING IMMEDIATELY TO MAKE YOU HOPEFULLY FEEL A LITTLE BETTER.
They are making DEVIOUS plans…
This request made me start rewatching super-god masterforce AUEHAU. It’s so great.
Anyway, I don’t really mind drawing humans tbh. I just LOVE drawing robots. But I love this duo as well like yes king listen to the little gun with anger issues on your shoulder.
So today I learned that this is apparently that Browning, one of the other original Micro Change guns like Megatron and what would (maybe?) inspire Kiloton, looked like this, at least cartoon wise
And honestly, I kind of like this design, he looks way more like he turns into a gun than cartoon Megatron ever did. And gun Megs would probably look good like this too, just give him his head to make it look like him
I don’t know, it’s not much, I just wanted to show appreciation for this design I found
I just realized Browning would probably be public enemy number one to the other Cybertronians in the Soft AU.
You’ve got Cybertronians trying so hard to earn even a shred of their assigned caretaker’s love and attention, doing everything they can to win over this sweet, little organic that’s insisting on taking care of them. Aching to touch your soft hand, to hold you and feel the too-quick beat of your heart. For you to smile for them. Bringing you gifts they think you might like, trying to get to know you. They’re trying so hard, but half the time their attentions seem to only make you nervous but that just makes you even more endearing. Because you keep coming back even when they mess up and accidentally startle or frighten you. You must love them, right?
They really are trying their hardest. Then they see all the humans just fussing over this little mech that can’t even mass shift because he has the personality of a “golden retriever” whatever that means. Dressing him up in a fuzzy, bear onesie, fighting over who gets to carry him around, and hand feeding him energon goodies while cooing over how cute he is. And this oblivious son of a glitch is just grinning because he’s eating up the attention and love.
