May 1
I miss nightlight all the time
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I miss nightlight all the time
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Today is my birthday!!
[insert color theory joke here]
@a-life-revised and rung swapped palettes :Y
a knowable unknown, a beast more human than some men; your king in yellow and gold, with some effort made to keep the worst of winter from seeping into his shell
buggies for @a-life-revised
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Scribbly scribble from the corner of my screen during a meeting. Mama’s boy 💜
Some thoughts as to a TFO styled Rung :3c
The cutout for his spark mimics the cog openings on the miners, he’s got his IDW staff, and I took the head shape from the silly Swapticon toys because I’m enamored with them lmao
Digits gently, so achingly gentle, pluck the oculars off of Rung's face, just so Megatron can tip his helm and... look at him. He looked at Rung for a long while, optics darting back and forth as he studied Rung's own, tracing over his face, before that tiny smile he saved just for Rung curled his lips. "You are so very, very beautiful. Did you know?"
“And you are very sweet.”
Rung doesn’t mind having his oculars nabbed. Megatron is never anything but mindful of them, even when Rung himself isn’t. But his poor vision renders the harder edges of Megatron fuzzy, and he’s forced to squint to make out the finer details of his poor, besotted sweetspark.
Smoothing his servo over the side of the thick gauntlet of the arm cradling him, the Ornament chuckles. “Don’t tell me you’ve already guessed…”