Ratchet stood in the ruins of the base, staring at something that stuck out from beneath the rubble. He could feel himself grinding his teethplates. His fist was clenched so tightly that his fingers stabbed into his palm, leaving Energon to drip down onto the floor. He had been upset; with Optimus, and with himself. He had returned to the base, even when instructed not to, because he had a terrible feeling that he would be needed there right away. Not soon enough. The limp hand before him began draining away all of his anger and frustration. Lubricant began to trail down his faceplate. "I honestly didn't."
I was wrong I've wasted on Can't figure out What happened to us
I won't count on you anymore I'll be all right Don't worry about me
Aren't you happy now You got what you want I wanted you But I'm over that now I'm over it
- Happy, The Wrens
Allllllwaayyys waaatchiiinnggg...
"It's okay. Daddy and I are gonna get you out of here."
(a sequel-ish thing to this (split tumblr version) (full deviantart version))
It all started in the 80s!
trying out tan paper with ink and white out
At some point in my life I had attempted to make an RP blog as Bumblebee, drawing my own reaction images and stuff. I had intended to respond to Cybertronians in word and image, while humans (besides Raf) only images.
Guess what I ended up not doing.
Here's what I had already done in their scrappy glory. These were drawn also to try and give Bumblebee some expressiveness because I could only have done so much with eyebrows.
I tried to take pretty pictures of legos but it is hard.