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Wedgeshot based on a screenshot from ponytown >:0

Im really proud of this piece which is surprising

The screenshot:

Badly drawn wedgeshot

Too tired to erase the unnecessary sketch lines

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Hotshot awoke at 12am sharp, uncurling from his feathered ball. Whirl was positioned beside him, her wings stretched over him. 

He glanced around, noticing a faint light from the hallway. He wasn’t bothered at first, it was probably just Heatwave checking on the recruits; as he slowly began to fall back into his slumbers, a quiet humming filled his hearing sensors. Now it couldn’t be Heatwave, he would have guessed Blades if he wasn’t out on a mission with Bumblebee. 

Poking out from under Whirl’s wing once again, he carefully lifted her wing and softly moved himself off the couch as to not disturb the sleeping dragon. 

Hotshot crept over to the doorway that lead to the halls, peaking around the corner. He noticed Wedge’s door wide open; crumbled paper balls pilled at the entrance. The humming seemed louder now..was it Wedge or was he just hearing things? 

Inching closer, he tried to avoid stepping on the trashed papers with a calm groan. He peeped inside observing Wedge sitting criss–cross on the floor, papers surrounding him, and a beautiful hum coming from his lips. Hotshot squinted, trying to see what the furball was doing; Wedge was tapping a pencil on his knee and staring down at a piece of paper with a messy drawing on it. 

Suddenly Wedge stopped humming and Hotshot pushed himself onto the wall right beside the doorway, praying to prime that Wedge wouldn’t come out and look to the right. 

He heard the sound of stomping and Wedge appeared at the open door, grabbing one of the thrown papers and turning back into his room. 

A sigh of relief escaped Hotshot. He covered his face with his hands, realizing how stupid he looked waiting outside Wedge’s room.

Hotshot forced himself infront of Wedge’s room and knock on the wall. 

Wedge whipped around, his tail stuck straight up in alert, and his eyes widened. 

“Oh… Hotshot.” He hissed, curling his tail around all the lose papers and pushing them into a pile hidden behind him.

“Hey Wedge..” Hotshot stepped inside, his arms crossed.

Wedge looked around with a flustered look. He held a firm grip on his drawing.

“What’d you got there?” Hotshot pointed to the drawing in his paws.

“Nothing…” 

The room went silent.

“Look…I’m sorry about what I said, I don’t know what overcame me. I was just angry..I’m really sorry…” 

Wedge stood up still keeping the drawing close to him. “Hotshot. It’s fine if you see me as a decepticon...I’ll never be seen a rescue bot. I can’t just leave a life I’ve lived for years and expect to forget it. It sticks to me like a virus. I know you guys still don’t trust me..I don’t even trust myself.” His eyes filled with sorrow.

Hotshot stepped closer, standing 1 foot away from him. “Wedge. I don’t see you as a decepticon..I see you as my teammate..a rescue bot recruit! Everyone here sees you as who you are.” He held Wedge’s paw, a smile crossing his face. 

Wedge stared into his eyes; softly grinning back at him. He slide his other paw to grip Hotshot’s free hand and his tail wagged. 

“Look who’s happy again!” 

“Oh shut up.” Wedge rolled his eyes as Hotshot giggled. “Your such an idiot.”

“I’m the best idiot!” Hotshot fluttered his wings.

“Thank you.”

Hotshot gave Wedge a confused look. “What?”

“Thank you for staying with me.” Wedge placed his forehead on Hotshot’s; his eyes shut tight. Hotshot’s face brightened with a sharp red blush, tightening his hold on Wedge’s paws. 

“Of course.” Hotshot wrapped his wings around Wedge. “Hey..I wanted to let you know that..” Wedge interrupted him with loud snoring. “Oh..” He sighed.

Hotshot tried to carry Wedge over to his beanbag, almost tripping on his long flopped tail. Once he reached his target, he gently placed the sleeping Wedge on the soft surface. 

He looked around, wondering where the drawing Wedge was gripping onto had went; somehow Wedge managed to shove it into his metals, so Hotshot pulled it out and unfolded it.

It was a messy drawing of him standing beside Hotshot, giving him a flower. 

“Aw..” Hotshot placed the drawing on Wedge’s desk; looking back at the slumbering furball. He smiled in defeat; trudging over to the beanbag, and cuddling with Wedge. He stretched his wings over the two of them and briskly fell back asleep with the warmth of Wedge beside him.

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YAY THANKS FOR READING :3

Honestly, I missed writing lmao. Anyway apologizes for any mistakes, I'm not the best with grammar and spelling :(

this took me FOREVER to colour my prime... but i love the results... i don't normally share my sketches; since this is my only coloured one, here it is!!! Pokemon Wedgeshot

idk I saw these rings on twitter and they reminded me of Wedge & Hotshot. Wedge would wear the devil one and Hotshot would wear the angel one!!