Someone PLEASE Take Photoshop Away From Me

"..."

"Dammit, now one of us has to go home and change."

AI ""artists"": We're the future! Give up!

Real artists:

hey could y'all do me a favour?

Reblog if you're okay with "weird" compliments on your stuff!

things like "biting this" and such

They don’t know i’m Batman.

(mob boss voice) so here's the deal, see. you's gonna go home and get a gooood night's sleep, see? and you's gonna have sweet dreams and a reaaal nice rest. reaaal nice. max here will tuck you in *i motion to the thuggish goon behind me and he approaches you with a warm glass of milk held gingerly in his enormous hand*

*Insert Gears having mild panic because most of their collective stories are pure horror*

Gears: Okayyy...

“Isn’t it lovely?… All Alone? Heart made of glass, my mind of stone… Tear me to pieces, skin to bone…Hello, Welcome home….”

Within Estrocarro, Magnum rumbled lowly before emitting a long, drawn out whine.

It could feel that younger, innocent part of himself being torn away by fate, and it burned, it hurt, and it made the creature cry out for the little seekerlet it had birthed and raised… only to get no response.

No chirp, no string of their native tongue, no witty remark… nothing.

(Not even going to TRY to explain this on the basis that I'm using an incredibly old Transformers Era.)

(Anyone familiar with Transformers Alternity?)

@sjach-chaos @ultracreativelywritten

Rules: Make a new post and post your latest line from your WIP & tag as many people as there are words.

thanks for the tag @mx-seraph!

the day was going by pretty slowly. megatron's struggling to come up with ideas of what to write next and starscream is still off at the iacon research center and he's not going to be home until the end of the day and it's currently still 12 PM. the ex-warlord has his helm on his left servo, his right one rapping his digits against the table. he looks disdainfully at the datapad on the table, as if if he keeps staring at it something good will magically get written down in it. 

he eventually gives up and lightly hits the table with his free hand. he gets up and heads towards the living room, threw himself onto the couch and is about to turn on the holoscreen when the doorbell rang. he sighed and got up to answer the door.

from my W.I.P "old mech's got a lot of old flames"

or as it's known by it's placeholder title "the TFP fic mainly about megatron missing his past lovers,finding out a few of those said past lovers are still alive and getting sent love letters from them and megatron writing back to them with megastar going on alongside all this because of course"

@fandomartist6 @gearbrawn

chillin on a Saturday night

A doodle for reference, and another doodle for color.

Fiery Gale, the Geometry Dash Champion.

PEOPLE WITH TRANSFORMER OCS, REBLOG THIS WITH AN IMAGE OF YOUR CRITTER SO I CAN DRAW THEM FOR FREE!!!

just wanting to spread some joy this Christmas so I'm going to be drawing your guys ocs for free!! :D