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Redraw of/inspired by @jadenightshade’s GO drawing which can be found in the link below. I ended up drawing it as the wives and trying to make it look circa 1940’s because why not? Enjoy Crowley taking a well deserved break 🧡

https://jadenightshade.tumblr.com/post/189851444293/this-request-was-crowley-having-a-stressful-day

Edit of some old matchbox art I did a bit back.

Original post here

Part 1 // Part 2

The footsteps of the council thug faded to echoes as he retreated to tend to his wounds. 

Whirl didn’t stick around to hear it.

 As soon as the bot had turned, Whirl was on his pedes punching in the code to his habsuit. Once open he rushed inside, cradling Tailgate in his arms.

Gears and springs joined the shattered furniture strewn across the floor as they were swept off the bench to make room for Tailgate’s frame. Whirl was loath to let to minibot go, but he laid him down anyway. Cyclonus was still laying prone in the hall, he was still in danger.

Back in the hall Whirl heaved Cyclonus up, claws hooked carefully under his shoulders to avoid aggravating any wounds. Cyclonus was a big mech, but Whirl was able to drag him into the hab before he barricaded the door. As it stands, Whirl was more useful to the council if he could throw around his own weight and then some.

I’ve always pictured Blitzwing as being one mech with with a fractured personality, but I’m all for spit-balling what would happen if he some how got split into multiple bots!

[I enjoy all of this post, but I especially like the image @tastytoast---11​ described]

^My contribution to the concept of each of Blitzwing’s faces having it’s own body

Ok but it low-key looks like a harem of some sorts

Finally watched the M*A*S*H* finale.

I-

Imma need a minute to recover from that one T-T

Hey hey! I’ve been a bit quite lately but there is a reason for that,

I present part 6 of the Love You Like a Brother MAP hosted by Voidfriend! It’s been a pleasure working with this group of artists 🧡 The project is really starting to come together so keep an eye out!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OtnZmvixSmo

4. and 6. for the TF ask meme ^^

Ooo making me pick a favorite character? 👀 The bois are gonna fight.

While Ratchet, Swerve, Soundwave, and Cyclonus are all strong contenders, this match will go to Wheeljack. We stan the crazy science dad man.

What would I change about cannon? Hrm, maybe-just maybe- if it isn't too much of a bother, we could actually let Blurr live for once?!

[now if it was to add something to cannon, it would be Jazz. We need more of this man]

Well hopefully this helps 🧡

Keep pushing through, you've got this!

y’all i’m really craving some fucking validation right now so have this snippet of an ineffable husbands fic i’ve been trying to write since last year:

The sound of Aziraphale’s stool scraping against the floor is minimal compared to the water still running in the sink, so when Aziraphale throws his arms around Crowley and embraces him from behind, Crowley jumps, startled.

“Angel?” he asks.

Aziraphale pushes his face against Crowley’s shoulder. He loves wrapping his arms around the demon and pulling him into him, feeling the solidness of Crowley’s body against his, the places where their respective sharp angles and soft curves lock into place like puzzle pieces. He just loves hugging Crowley, now that he can, and he gives himself a moment to simply hold him and breathe him in.

Crowley smells like the peonies in their garden. He smells like the chair in Aziraphale’s study. He smells like the first cup of coffee in the morning, like the butter scones they have for breakfast sometimes, like the couch in their living room, like their bedsheets.

He smells like home.

[insert caption here]

@slenderwave a theory as to why he can’t bake cookies?

[I swear I’m done for the night >w<]