65 Recent Deviations
Featured: Agent Tarantulas of the Tripredacus secret police
TFP: Wake Me UpTFP: Wake Me Up by Guiled-Dragon
“This is worse than I remember but better than I’d imagined.” Fyreant spoke to herself as the orange femme made her way across her home world of Cybertron. Its war torn surface was a gruesome reminder of the past conflicts, marks of those who had fought and even lost their lives. Even with it being restored, on the verge of rebuilding, it still was a far cry from its former glory.
“Part of me would rather jump back into the ship and go back to Earth.” Fyreant grumbled, thought of encountering her kind souring her mood as well tempering to access buried memory files. “No welcome party of any kind thankfully, but Primus, what to say? Hello former Con? Hi Autobot, I’m not a Con, promise? I’m neutral like everyone apparently is now?” The femme placed her servos on her hips as she paused for a moment, “I’m too old for any nonsense and it’s been too long since I’ve had pleasant company.”
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The Third Wheel (Transformers: Rescue Bots)Charlie smiled, nodded, and wondered if they knew how little he was getting.The Third Wheel (Transformers: Rescue Bots) by flamewarflipsides
Boulder continued talking, yellow eyes lit up like flames, hands gesturing emphatically. Doc Greene tried to nod sagely, but the bobs came out with the eagerness of a puppy. Normally, Charlie could follow either one on his own. Normally, the verdant bot would simplify his explanation, or Greene would find a metaphor that worked. Tonight, they bounced ideas off each other so quickly that Charlie could feel his eyes darting back and forth, and his peripheral vision revealed subtle movements of his middle son’s head. Even Graham seemed stumped.
“We’ll have a working prototype soon, Chief. Then we’ll show you,” Boulder conceded.
“Sure. I should probably go help Cody with his homework tonight, anyway.” Charlie stood. “Doc, I was thinking of taking the boat out his weekend. You interested?”
Greene offered a nervous smile, “Sorry, old friend. Anna want
His Imperfect Hands (Transformers: Bay Films)His engine felt stiff, and the grit of the salt scratched at his chest, but he pressed on, eager.His Imperfect Hands (Transformers: Bay Films) by flamewarflipsides
The convoy of two cut through the snowy muck as easily as they cut through Decepticons. Behind them, an unfamiliar semi had fallen into formation, putting Bumblebee in the rocking chair. Optimus felt relief that they they could save him some strain there, the new Mrs. Witwicky having run the scout cold only a few days prior. Optimus had expected him to sit this “mission” out, feeling a twinge of guilt that Bumblebee should follow in his folly. Still, Optimus wondered if he himself were equipped for the journey, as he found his own engines struggling in the cold. Earth's weather had proven stern, but age had been far more unkind to him.
Finally their exit came, so he turned on his signal. The other truck’s driver commented on the citizen's band, but Optimus dared not reply: speaking would blow their cover, and besides, putting a foreign head of state on those channels viol
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