The Charismatic One

So I know I'm basically never on anymore but I am opening art commissions at sliding scale prices. I need to get together money for a down payment on a new car and will work within anyone's budget. This is for a digital work where you will get PNG, JPG, PSD and CSP files of the art work.

I also do traditional works and can frame, ship or do local pick up. Traditional is more expensive and the frame as well as shipping will have to be covered by you.

I accept PayPal, Cash app, Venmo, Zelle and FB pay.

Payments are 40% after approved sketch and 60% upon completion of work.

I work in many different styles and am able to mimic styles as well.

I allow unlimited revisions at the sketch stage, two revisions at line art stage, and two color revisions at the flat color stage.

For traditional works, unlimited revisions at the sketch stage and then we go step by step through the process of finishing the art.

I will send updates at every stage of the service and my dms will always be open both here and discord.

Optimus huffs softly in amusement. Straddling the waiat of the mech laying on his back strut," Are you sure about that?"

Looking down at the other before he lounges over his front. Helm tilting curiously," You were pretty out of it last time. Not that it wasn't enjoyable but I felt like you were going to pretty much devour me."

“ Sideswipe I swear you were acting like you could taste a carry cycle. While very sexy, I’m still concerned… Are you sure you’re okay with what we did?” Optimus can feel the extra energy. But he’d spark merged with the twin energy of the other.

It’s easy to overlook as vestiges of a wild night. Still spark swollen, chest tender enough that being pressed to Sides warm frame makes him melt. Lightly swatting at him,“ I’d like to be …closer than just frag partners.”

Turning his helm to look up again. Expression softening,“ I just don’t want you to regret it. I’m not exactly an easy mech to deal with and…well. I just don’t want you to think I’m just interested in pulling on your sire code.”

Sideswipe rumbled as he held the smaller mech, keeping him curled against his chassis with a smile on his faceplate. “I’m perfectly okay with what we did, Optimus...  and if you ended up in carry-, which I’m not gonna lie, my sire code is going hogwild right now.. I’ll be here.”

Optimus huffs softly in amusement. Straddling the waiat of the mech laying on his back strut," Are you sure about that?"

Looking down at the other before he lounges over his front. Helm tilting curiously," You were pretty out of it last time. Not that it wasn't enjoyable but I felt like you were going to pretty much devour me."

"What are you working on?"

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Prowl takes a deep intake and lets his his door wings do the looking rather than his optical sensors.  He shuts down his optical sensors and reroutes power that power to his door wings.  He can’t keep this up for long it’s going to give him a rather nasty processor ache going through all the information his door wings are going to give off.  

He can ‘see’ Sideswipes spark aura as well as the nameless cons across the way.  Prowl can hear laser fire, though he can’t see where the shots are going.  Prows taken cover, so that means Sideswipe is taking most of the hits, if not all of them.  

Prowl brings his optics back online, the sudden shift in power brings an ache to his helm.  :: Just keep doing that they’re on your 3 are on your 2. ::  says Prowl as he keeps his position behind the scrap of a bombed out city.  Prowl shoots off three rounds from his blaster. he’s going to have to reload in two more shots.  He can only hope that Sideswipe keeps dodging enemy fire.

Thank Primus he’s at least firing at the right spot. These Decepticons can’t fire back worth scrap, which at least means Sideswipe isn’t dealing with nicks in his armor just yet. He knows they’re outnumbered at least but with Prowl in safety, he charges towards the group he’s been firing at.

Sideswipe is regarded levelly, the glowing plasma-garrote wire a micron away from the red frontliner's throat. His legs delicately straddle the other's waist- frame strangely dense despite it's lithe quality. He knows damn well that Sideswipe could attempt to throw him, but he also knows he could literally behead him before he finishes the job. Of course, the poison in the other's systems might hinder his movements as well, making it easier for Maestro to maneuver how he wishes.

And he’s struggling to gain control of his limbs, knowing he could overpower this mech if he wasn’t so drugged... or poisoned.. or--whatever the frag he was. And damn, that was a sharp wire..

And Bluestreak, lightly buzzed and settled in as he was, was more than happy to just snuggle close. “I like the more casual games. This one’s really relaxing for me. Also when I’m not playing this one I should friend you so I can add you on Animal Crossing.”

He shifts and curls in against Sideswipe, tucking himself against the other mech’s side. “Breath of the Wild. Me an’ Rodimus started new files about the same time. Made a bet, first to 100% wins, loser buys them the sequel game next year.”

“I’m very cozy, you should join me.” There’s room on the bean bag for two. “An’ drinking from the bottle will prob'ly taste better. Trying to get this recipe right for First Aid, should make him try my attempts.”

“I mean, it’s less the tol'rance and more I haven’t got the right consistency.” He pauses his game to gesture towards the remains of the supplies - gummy polymer balls, heavy mineral syrup, and a couple different bottles of high grade. “Could probably still put one together for you.”

“Didn’t want to serve you s'perimental drinks I didn’t have the right flavor for yet.” He tilts his helm against Sideswipe’s as he finishes up his fight. “Just a long day. Figured I’d relax a bit.”

Hes running for his life, “WORTH IT”