“You lot are wonderful, but I’ll put a toaster in the background and you’ll write a 19-part fanfiction about it.” - JRO
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“You lot are wonderful, but I’ll put a toaster in the background and you’ll write a 19-part fanfiction about it.” - JRO
IMPORTANT TRANSFORMERS NEWS: SOME ASSHOLE(S) STOLE FROM NICK ROCHE
Nick Roche is a Transformers artist and writer who worked on things like Last Stand Of The Wreckers and Spotlight: Megatron.
Today, on July 14th at TFcon, someone stole the money he had made for the day. So far, they haven’t been able to find the people who’ve done it.
If you’re at TFcon, please consider buying something from him in order to support Nick. If you can’t do that, then please send this along so other people can support him.
So, you may have noticed that I’ve posted very little content this summer. Well. Remember how I made that set of eight CDRW cross-stitch patterns, where the font switches every time the video clip switches, just to see if I could? And remember how I immediately swore I would never do them, because wow, that’s a lot of time and fabric real estate?
Haha, yeah, why do I even bother telling myself that anymore :P
And this weekend, I brought them to tfcon chicago to give them as a present to JRO! MTMTE/LL is coming to an end, and I sure like showing my love with material goods, so this all worked out really nicely.
Unfortunately, I had a set of nice staged photos where they were all freshly ironed, and in nice lighting... and I discovered on saturday that when verizon moved me to a new phone, they lied about transferring my files. So right now these are the photos I took two minutes before walking into the dealer’s room, but if I find the new files I’ll update the post. Still, I’m so delighted with this project, and I’ve been keeping quiet about it for months, and I’m so stoked to finally share!
Bonus:
His name is Dumpster Fire and he was invented 40 minutes ago in the JRo & Flint Dille TF writing panel.
"I beg your pardon, barkeep, may I get a glass over here?"
An entire bar of Decepticons looked to the corner of the front bar counter at the sound of a carefully-cultivated High Tower accent—the sort of accent used by Kaon's upper echelons, the rich and powerful that could go decades without getting closer to the ground than twenty stories—an accent used by nobody who would ever have a reason to join the Decepticons.
They continued staring at the corner, when they saw no bot who should have such an accent. All they saw was a dull orange and sky blue dump truck, scum coating his legs from foot to knee, an incredibly illegal flamethrower mod newly welded to his shoulder. No tower bots, no filigreed cars or delicate jet wings. Then who'd spoken—?
"Barkeep," the dump truck repeated, the slightest hint of indignant impatience in his voice, "if you please, sir."
The bar was silent. No one moved. Who was this mech that looked like one of them, but dared to speak like their oppressors? Was he trying to be one of them—did he think an accent would get him into a golden elevator to a fiftieth floor penthouse? Or had he been one of them, forcibly reformatted and cast into the muck?
And in either case, did they want to get to know him?
"Barkee—"
A mug slammed down in front of him. The dump truck started. "Chug it 'n' go," the barkeeper grunted. "You're bringin' the mood down."
"Well," he said indignantly—but it was a false indignance, performed, the way a tower bot performed all his emotions. He knew he wasn't wanted and he knew why.
Most of the bar had looked away, except for the few nearest the dump trunk and the few looking for an excuse to start a fight with him, and they could see as he chugged his fuel back—as fast as any other dump truck—but he set his shanix down on the counter as gracefully as any tower mech.
When he'd left the bar, the barkeeper leaned over to inspect his money. He grunted again. "He don't tip like a tower mech."
“Who ordered tickets to the gun show?”
My commission from TFCon Toronto ‘18 by Nick Roche! 🏋️ I love it so much and Roche is 💯
I had a wonderful time on Saturday cosplaying my holoform/humanformer Sir Soundwave at TFCon Chicago 2018!
Thanks to everyone who took pictures with me!
Stickers I will have for TFcon! Fraudimus Stars and Blue Blurrs.
Awesome cosplay from TFCon 2018!
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