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couple things i started last year

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art WIP 👀!!
working on coloring this one! love splitting his face in half
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ohoho this one's a good one >:]
so for some context, there are two major story beats that i haven't discussed here yet, the first one being "mission" and this is the second (though they aren't really interconnected and can stand alone). The events of "mission" do make shockwave aware of starscream's current state as a sparkeater, and it piques his curiosity.
Shockwave knows he can't catch Starscream so easily, not with his ability to sense sparks, so instead, he picks the easier target. In order to spare Knock Out’s life and guarantee his safety, Starscream chooses to willingly go with Shockwave to be experimented on. What follows is several days of confinement, behavioral observations, and it culminates in him waking up on the scientist's dissection table...
[ Part 2 ]
On Spark Bonding YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
an old favorite of mine from the shipwrecked continuity! this one is wavewave focused, in this universe shockwave is a med-evac helicopter and a surgeon, and soundwave is a stealth drone who serves as the decepticon comms expert. the circumstances surrounding their spark bond are more than a bit traumatic >:]
The blast left his audials ringing. Vision whited out, and dirt and debris rained down upon their frames. The blast had knocked them apart from each other, and he was now a ways away from where he’d been crouched mere moments ago, he realized upon his sight restoring itself. His frame bore only superficial damages, a few scrapes and shallow dents here and there, but otherwise still fully functional.
He caught a glimpse of Soundwave, crouched on the ground a short distance from him, reaching to clutch his chestplate. One servo came away from his side stained with pink. He turned to meet Shockwave’s gaze, shock and fear palpable in the rapidly dimming red of his visor as the surgeon began moving without thinking. Running as fast as he could, a list of possible injuries and ways to repair them already surging through his processor as he closed the distance between them.
He’d seen that look before, he recalled. On mechs who’d just been mortally wounded, somehow knowing the next few moments would be their last.
“Every Kiss Begins with KMS”?!? 😭 I HAVE to know what that means
that would be my lovely humanformers jewelry store worker starscream au! a mutual suggested i make him do my job and the result was almost 1k of bullshit written in under an hour ajhfskjf
Opening shifts on weekdays were typically rather dry when it came to sales. Most buying clients didn't appear until after their shifts ended at their own jobs, leading to better numbers for the closing team. The openers got to do all of the monotonous store tasks that needed to be taken care of before they arrived, and handling all the people coming in for diamond inspections and repairs. The mall was rather dead today, and he found himself sitting behind the bridal counter polishing the solitaires to curb his boredom. He ran the soft cloth over the table of a particularly pricey princess cut, removing the greasy fingerprints from the last person to handle it and bringing the piece to a fine shine. It was a certified piece, a natural E VS1, to be precise, and now it shone as brightly as it was intended to. He held the ring up to the light to ensure all of its sides were pristine when he caught sight of a tinge of red reflected through its facets. “For moi? Screamer, you shouldn't have,” came the teasing voice of Knock Out from just beyond the counter. His dyed hair was coated in some product that made it shimmer oddly under the showroom lights. Dazzling, like that stupid smile on his face as he leaned on the showcase glass. Great. More fingerprints to remove... “As if I'd ever use my employee discount on you,” he quipped right back, placing the ring back into its display and locking the case up. Knock Out gasped and pretended to look hurt. “And here I was hoping we could tie the knot just to join our assets, but I'd never settle for a measly one carat solitaire. You'll have to try harder to win my hand.” He held it out and flexed his empty ring finger for emphasis. Starscream couldn't help but notice he was wearing his fancy watch today, a bright red museum classic with gold accents and a leather strap. It must be his day off. “I could hand you a cubic zirconia and you wouldn't be able to tell the difference,” he said, rolling his eyes at the display. He looked down at his own watch to check the time.

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can't decide my april wip:
which piece should i finish first?
tfp starscream tfa style
bishoujo soundwave chibi pinup
was inspired by all the art i've seen of bots in collars lately >;] figured i'd share this wip here too
WIP
Here's the hook for a sparkeater au oneshot i've got going:
He knew as he walked through the door that his barely contained fury was just as noticeable as the scrapes and paint transfers on his door and fender. What was supposed to be a nice evening spent doing time trials at the track had quickly gone south when a new competitor showed up and asked to race. He should have known that little punk was trouble right from the start. The scientific term was aposematism. Bright yellow paint like a warning sign that had rammed right into his side and now marred his beautiful scarlet with its filth…
There was only one way to take care of that fragging pest.
Starscream paused his movie upon hearing the door open, glancing over the backrest of the living room sectional to witness the simmering rage for himself. He watched violet optics dart from one scuff and scrape to the next, tracing up and down his battered frame and connecting the dots.
"I take it your practice session at the track went awry this time?" He asked. The story told itself, but the seeker was desperate for details.
Any other day, he would have entertained the notion and told the tale, but not today—not while the wounds were still this fresh. He kept his servos balled into fists at his sides. He knew Starscream would be on board with his brewing plan as soon as he asked: "Are you hungry?"
A fanged smile spread across the seeker’s faceplate, his interest now piqued. "I could eat," he answered casually. The remote was tossed to the side as he smoothly rose to his full height. He walked towards the door where Knock Out still stood, stretching out his wings on the way there. "Care to tell me who's on the menu?"