#tyran verse

[chaozrael]

Bayformer Crosshairs helmet is all done :)  A friend inspired me to make this one :D And it was surely a challenge. Goggles are movable and you can put them on or back on his head. Antennas are cute.

Extra picture of him and Lockdown admiring their zucchini baby. It´s complicated As always: He was kinda for my shelf, but if you really want him I would be willing to sell the boi :)

[sineadrivka]

WTF.

Okay, I get it. You’ve read my 350k monster of a fic. That’s a lot of fucking chapters, and I’m really impressed. I don’t even want to reread that thing most of the time. And I get that you don’t have anything beyond Chapter 75, posted on Febuary 25, 2017. Mind you, that was a really hard chapter for me to grind out because it fought me every step of the way.

But if I haven’t posted a chapter in over a fucking year, don’t fucking review it with the following:

Update?

Holy fucking shit, I can’t even begin to tell you how much this bothers me. The fic Things We Don’t Tell Humans was started back in 2011, when my uncle died and I needed something to distract myself from the pain. I’m no longer active in the Transformers fandom because I got burnt out on the drama and the gatekeeping bullshit. I’m dealing with the death of my grandmother and my father, both on the same goddamned side. I’ve been dealing with the death of my aunt from my mother’s side. I’m trying to keep my head above water, and it’s not an easy thing to do when depression is being a clingy cunt. I’ve been using the Star Trek universe as my mental jungle gym while I try to keep myself smiling and finding something to enjoy. 

You want to help motivate me? Fucking leave a review like the following:

Great fic! So glad you saved Jazz and Ironhide. So their worries are a lead up to age of extinction? Poor Sam and Carly having to forget for a while. Interesting that Mearing was trying to protect Sam keeping him away but maybe she should have thought and realised there was a deeper reason the autobots wanted him close? Looking forward to the rest

This right fucking here hits all the ways that you can encourage an author. It shows that you read the fic, that you respect the whole 350k bulk of the fic, that you’re thinking critically about the fic, and that you’re not pressuring me to update the fic. Will it be completed? Hopefully. I love it and it’s my baby, but it’s also hard to pick up the strings from where I laid them down.

TL;DR: Give me a good review and not a one word-demand for a fic to be updated.

[praeteritcs-blog]

A roar was torn from shadow’s voice, her frame was thrown by another mech. her claws were out as she struggled to right herself, a torn energon line was sticking out of her right front leg. she gave a hiss as she started to move backwards, plating flared trying to intimidate the larger mech. She had to get out of here; letting out a slightly panicked screech, shadow turned around and bolted. her injuries making hard for the femme to move quickly, her leg constantly was lifted and impeded her gait. 

vents panting she found a barn, the sun was just setting. it looked empty. close enough. Deciding quickly shadow went into the barn, hiding behind a few unused tools. Panting she leaned down to lick at her wounds, including the line on her arm. 

[meanxgreen-blog]

I FINALLY DID IT!! I DID THE REDRAW!!! I LOVED THE FAMITHYSTS AND I’D BEEN MEANIN TO DRAW THIS FOR AGES!!!

[chaozrael]

So Yeah... I tried something else for once and started making a Crosshairs helmet. Kinda looking forward to painting this one, but Im not sure how happy I am with it yet :/

[kups-war-stories-archive]

Kups just sitting up late.. or rather early. Hes sitting out on the beach watching the last of the murkey blackness of the early morning. He was restless throughout the night staring up at the ceiling,

He slowly pressed his fingers into the wet sand and let out a tired sigh, clenching his fist making an impression in the sand before slowly laying back letting his back soak in the cold wet mush letting his back relax, he was getting heavier as the days went on and nausea took him- the mood swings plagued him.. Hes just tired, hoping the last of his carrying period would end soon-

[praeteritcs-blog]

Earth, was something that Shadow got use to after a couple of thousand years. How the Zaddoc got into the United States was beyond her; She was simply following a scent track that she found up north. Currently the sun was on her black back, Grass crunched under her paw as she buried her nose within the grass, noting it’s strange scent. A deep growl was pulled from her throat, Bi-colored optics looked up towards something in the distance. She couldn’t make out what it was.  A deep rumble was let out before she made her way forward, attempting to hide her six foot Alt mode within the somewhat tall grass. Her slow walk picked up into a medium trot, her ears soon were perked forward hearing noise. She should be cautious but Curiosity got to the old Zaddoc. her teeth scraped against a stone, making her Yelp rather loudly at the feeling that went up from the tooth.

Her Entire frame froze, Frag. She was normally more careful about that.

[akstarchaser]

We Are the Wounded (Closed)

protectobotmedic

It had been quite some time since Denali had originally set off on her quest. She’d left Texas knowing that the small band of Autobots at the Yeager farm would be safe under Cade’s care. But there had been another bot who she was still worried about, and still hoped was alive. Driven solely by hope the girl had taken the next bus she could into the unknown, searching for a friend she wasn’t even sure was still online. Her travels had taken her far from Paris, Texas, and she wasn’t even sure where she was going anymore. It was a dreary night, rain drizzling from the sky as she walked along the two lane road. On occasion a car would pass but would soon quickly leave her again in the darkness. Pressing on into the night she paused for a moment when her shoes made a crunch on the end of a gravel road. She wasn’t sure where it went or what she might find, but there was a strong feeling in her gut that told her this was where she needed to go. With a deep breath, Denali tugged her hood forward a bit and turned off onto the gravel road. She spent what almost seemed like an hour on the desolate road and just when she was about to turn back she spotted something. Was it… an ambulance? “F-First Aid?” Denali murmured, hoping for her sanity that she hadn’t come all this way for her search to come up empty handed.