A lot of these are kinda old but most of them were made shortly after I finished my first readthrough Reformed Predator. Sunder being a freak ahead!
That one bit where Predaking wonders if Sunder can fly fried me, and it’s made better by the fact that (in the good ending at least - not sure about the bad endings) it’s never technically confirmed or denied
Ignoring the cat doodle, all of these gave me Space Adventure vibes the second I saw them (especially because some of them technically happen in canon) so here we are
Out of context doodles below!
Ransack canonically loving the Cars franchise is the best thing ever
Overlord expression practices bc he is precious. AFFECTIONATE MERCYLORD MY BELOVED <3<3<3
There are three other versions of this next one bc I couldn’t decide which one I liked best
As always, Transformers: Mercy belongs to @emperor-kumquat! :D
ignore the terrible leopard print ok it's literally 3am
Lyzack (or Lyz) wants to be a warrior like her brother Leozack so bad. She trains under Esmeral's watchful optics as her assistant (and unofficial adoptive daughter). Her hard work is eventually rewarded with a brest companion of her own. It transforms into a sword!!! Sweet!
After gaining her companion, she repaints her armor with the same pattern her Leopard companion has. She loves to fight side-by-side with her brother (and his team) and sees Deathsaurus as her father figure.
It doesn't play a big role in her character but I also think she is a woman kisser so there you go transformers fans
version of her design without the brest companion below
It was just for fun at first, encouraging Lyzack’s appetite and sneaking the jittery jet a few extra cubes here and there. Creating chaos for the sake of creating chaos was sort of Flamewar’s thing, and when she got to jump onto the opportunity of becoming a terrible influence for Lyzack’s fuel intake, she took it gladly.
Flamewar didn’t mean for things to take such a sharp turn. She didn’t mean for the silly little jabs and extended fueling sessions to develop into something deeper. It was Lyzack’s fault for taking on the challenge so easily, she decided, and it was Lyzack’s frame’s fault for looking so fragging good as she gained.
At her happiest, Lyzack was lounging and lazy and working through several cubes of energon at a time. Flamewar couldn’t help but take up the opportunity for a little bit of mischief—it was what she did best. She loved seeing the looks on their superiors’ faces when they were caught in the act, and she got a good kick out of Lyzack’s panicked scrambling every time the poor bot rushed to appear busy and cooperative after yet again being caught kicking back on the clock and indulging in whatever Flamewar brought her to eat.
It was fun. It was funny. Flamewar did it for her own amusement, and she got exactly that out of the end result. It lasted way longer than it should have, though, and by the time she realized how hard she was falling for Lyzack’s pretty, fat frame and softening angles, it was already too late.
That was karma finally catching up to her, she supposed. She’d gotten away with plenty of things without repercussions, but this was definitely her greatest scheme yet. She hadn’t expected things to go the way they did, just like she hadn’t anticipated Lyzack slowly warming up to her and her taunting and feeding. The more she indulged Lyzack, the more Lyzack gained, and the more Lyzack gained, the more infatuated she became.
It ruined her plans at causing messes for her own amusement after a while, but by then, Flamewar didn’t care enough to stop. She was in too deep to give up now, and Lyzack was only just beginning to show signs of warming up to her, too, and not just when she had her servos full of fuel.
Apparently, Flamewar really didn’t know when to stop. One day she was propping herself up against a table and leaning over a poor, flustered kitty, only to have said pretty and plump kitty warming her berth and eating sweets right out of her servos another day. It was a pretty far jump from workplace teasing and sneaking an extra cube into Lyzack’s rations, but Flamewar couldn’t help herself anymore. Lyzack and her obnoxiously addictive self had grown on her, and Flamewar had grown tired of resisting.
The poor jet was so nervous when Flamewar first invited her into her quarters that day. She stood in the doorway with her chubby servos wringing and her wobbly smile faltering as she studied the room—and more importantly, the berth. It was a small space, but Flamewar was a small bot. She didn’t need a whole lot of space when it was just her. Now, though, she was starting to think an upgrade was in order.
A little bit of teasing and a promise of a whole lot of sweets was all it took to convince Lyzack, and from there, the two bots got settled atop Flamewar’s tiny berth and made themselves comfortable. Flamewar stretched out across the berth as Lyzack sat curled up at the edge, and between them lay boxes and boxes of the delicious and sweet candies Flamewar had been promising her since that morning.
Flamewar was decidedly nervous about the whole “inviting her crush into the room for a bit of private feeding” thing, but Lyzack’s hesitant excitement and cute, blushing face soon left her feeling confident and cruel as she started stuffing the hungry jet.
Lyzack’s appetite was big, as she had soon learned. It was bigger than most bots Flamewar knew, and she was almost certain that wasn’t all because of Lyzack’s tendency towards a sedentary lifestyle. Still, it was fun to imagine. It made it hotter for Flamewar to lean forward after plucking another small sweet from one of the many boxes and hold it out for Lyzack to take—no servos, Flamewar had demanded. That in of itself made it even hotter, and she blushed between satisfied smiles and amused snickers as Lyzack nervously took each bite from her fingers.
“Mmm…” Lyzack hummed as she chewed through a hard, fruity candy. “Flamewar, where do you get these? They’re so good!”
Flamewar hid her own flustered joy at the praise with a huffed laugh and ducked her helm to reach for another piece. Nearly half of the candies she’d bought for Lyzack were gone already, and the jet didn’t seem keen on stopping anytime soon.
“Secrets of the trade, kitty,” she said as she held up the same candy for Lyzack to take, “but I’ll keep in mind that these ones were a hit.”
Flamewar wasn’t sure Lyzack could get any more flustered than she had already become, but she watched with faint amusement and an ever-growing sense of affection as Lyzack blushed through leaning forward and taking the candy from her fingers. Flamewar’s optics were all over the pudgy rolls of the jet’s belly as they squished beneath her and jiggled as she moved. Every inch of her frame was soft anymore from Flamewar’s encouragement, and Flamewar loved to see it… even if she had yet to fully admit to the crush that came with it.
“Good?” she asked as Lyzack chewed. The answer was obvious from her expression—she looked blissful and happy all at once, even if she still seemed a little hesitant to admit to it. “You’re eating these things up faster than I’ve seen you eat anything, kitty. I oughta stock up next time I shop.”
“Oh, Flamewar,” Lyzack stammered, “you don’t have to do that!”
“Sure I don’t,” Flamewar grinned. She grabbed the box of leftover sweets before reclining back with a servo folded behind her helm, the box coming with her. “You like ‘em though, don’t you?”
Lyzack eagerly nodded, and Flamewar struggled not to demand she crawl over and kiss her right then and there.
“Knew it,” she said instead. “Well, what are you waiting for? Come get another.”
“What?” Lyzack said, her optics softening as she returned to fidgeting with her servos. “But… they’re over there, and you—“
“Yeah?” Flamewar said. “What’s the problem, kitty? You know I won’t bite too hard.”
It was perfect. The sweets were right there next to her helm, and the only space left on the berth was beneath her. Flamewar’s smile grew as Lyzack’s did, and she lifted her servo to wave a beckoning finger as Lyzack shifted near the end of the berth.
“Come on,” she purred, “don’t be shy. Get over here and let me keep feeding you.”
Lyzack hesitated for only a moment longer before her flustered smile and flushed cheeks glowed with something more akin to excitement. She did as she was told, and she untangled her legs from underneath her and moved to crawl forward. Instead of landing right next to Flamewar or even bracing herself above the small femme, though, Lyzack’s pede caught on the edge of the berth and sent her wobbling, stumbling, then crashing down on top of Flamewar and her poor, wide-eyed self.
“OOF!” Flamewar grunted as the weight of an entire chubby jet smothered her against the berth. “Mmph—Lyzack—!”
Lyzack was still struggling and scrambling, but her attempts at getting up from Flamewar only made the situation worse. Her frame was unbalanced from the extra weight she bore, and with her stuffed belly guiding her forward, she couldn’t help but be left to squirm atop Flamewar.
“Sorry, sorry!” Lyzack cried. “I’m so sorry, Flamewar, I’m sorry! Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I’m trying to get up, I promise, I’m sorry!”
It was startling at first, having the full weight of a jet several times her size come bearing down on top of her. The longer Flamewar sat squashed underneath Lyzack’s soft, chubby frame, though, the more she grew to like it. Her face was hot from the embarrassment and Lyzack’s exertion, and her spark was fluttering from the mess of confusion emotions and strange new sensations, but Flamewar was drifting into bliss the longer Lyzack was pinned on top of her.
Hell, if Lyzack were trapped there forever, Flamewar wasn’t all that sure she’d mind.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” Lyzack continued to blabber. In her panicked state, she seemed to have taken no notice of the femme gone slack with contentment beneath her. “I didn’t mean to fall! I tripped, and then I—I—!”
“Hey,” Flamewar cut in, her voice muffled as she shifted and squirmed beneath Lyzack. “Mmph… Lyzack. Kitty, it’s okay. I’m fine, alright? Just relax for a sec.”
“And?” Flamewar grinned into the fat that covered her face as Lyzack moved. Primus, she was in heaven. “It’s no big deal.”
It was more than that, really. It was like Flamewar’s great awakening, the second one to come after having first discovered an affinity for a fat jet with a cat alt-mode. She moved around until her arms were free, then did her best to wrap them around Lyzack’s frame. They didn’t get far, but the message was still clear.
“If I was hurting, I’d tell you,” she said, feeling pleased as she felt Lyzack start to relax. “Just sit here with me for a second, Lyzack. You’re stuck here anyway, aren’t you?”
“Well,” Lyzack said, “yes, but—“
“Good,” Flamewar said. She shifted until her face was clear, then glanced up and found Lyzack’s nervous optics staring back at her. “Relax. Enjoy it. This isn’t the worst thing to happen, y’know… and besides,” she grinned, her fingers poking into the soft fat on Lyzack’s sides. “I’ve only gotten you in my berth once now. Might as well make the most of it.”
She has no toy bio, but here is her introduction from tfwiki:
Lyzack (ライザック Raizakku, also Lyzak or Lizack) is the younger twin sister of the Decepticon Breastforce member Leozack. Though they're from the same assembly line, Lyzack was not built as a warrior, unlike her brother. Instead, Lyzack was designed to serve at home. This troubles Lyzack, who longs to be as skilled as her brother in battle, and so the female Decepticon withdraws from those around her. Her meekness is misleading, however; given a sword, she can be surprisingly deadly.
She transforms into a high-tech jet fighter, the same as her brother.
Lyzack was introduced to the franchise in 1990 on the pages of the Victory manga! As mentioned, she was presented as Leozack's twin sister. Though implied to be a strong warrior in her own right, she puts her faith in her brother and is never seen fighting. In the Victory manga, she is staying in a Decepticon fortress with other civilians like Deathsaurus's wife, Esmeral, and the Dinoforce's children.
Lyzack's largest role was in the Wings Universe where she joins Deathsaurus's forces after Leozack's capture. Her appearances are in the Victory manga, a mention in the Allspark Almanac, and the Wings Universe!
This is gonna be mostly Overlord which surprises absolutely no one
I have this one goofy ass screenshot of the comics in my camera roll and decided to doodle it during lecture
I’ve been playing @emperor-kumquat’s Transformer:Mercy game for a while now, specifically the Space Adventure plotline (if you haven’t heard of it GO CHECK IT OUT PLEASE IT’S SO COOL) and these two are some of my favorites. Lyzack and Leozack are twins (I’ll let you guess who’s who lol) who work for Overlord and I can’t say much about them without spoiling anything but RGRHFRHRHR. I LOVE THEM!!
Speaking of Mercy
I definitely am not posting this to put off finishing the game bc I’m absolutely TERRIFIED of the ending LMAOO (seriously I have not had a visceral fear reaction to a piece of fiction like this in. A While. /pos)
And the man himself!! This was supposed to be a head practice doodled during lecture and then it completely got away from me and now he has a threatening aura
I think this game has single-handedly revived my urge to draw robots :D
Captionless version under the cut
Anyway. What’s wrong w this guy I love him so much and I want to kill him with hammers
I was about to post a haha-funny post of me begging Hasbro to release figures of Esmeral and Lyzack from the Victory Manga but then I realized—
Hasbro probably doesn’t have the license for them!! The characters can’t get official figures!! Shit!!
So if anyone has any suggestions or, Primus forbid, an actual (3rd party) company that released a figure or two that are close to Esmeral and Lyzack, I’d love to know it!!
Any help is appreciated, I just need to know if these two have been given any love at all :(
I know Lyzack is in some more comics, and Esmeral had a shattered glass variant at some point, so there has to be something out there just out of my reach—
i think if Deathcobra were in the Brestforce (heh) combiner--not replacing anyone--that he'd be a backpack. ignoring magic robot stuff, i think Liokaiser would be able to fly if Deathcobra was a backpack thanks to his rotors.
along this line of thinking, if Lyzack were in the group, she'd be slotted right next to Leozack, either boxed on top of him or beside, to build the combiner torso. depending on which of the two were at the top, the combiner head and voice would shift to suit the dominant sibling. it'd still be Liokaiser, but sometimes the voice would be feminine to suit Lyzack and sometimes it'd be masculine for Leozack.
just a thought.... i think i could draw this, maybe.
