radio-guardian:

Behind the Vocoder;

[ taps microphone nervously ]

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So I’m not too sure who is following this blog anymore (since I see a rather drastic drop in followers) but I am thinking of changing this blog into a form of an “ask blog”. Where you ask Bumblebee questions and I draw up response to this. Since writing is getting harder to do these days, maybe drawing will be easier. I diffidently do not want to delete this blog so maybe this will be a way to help keep it active.

In other news my animation program is, from the sounds of things according to the orientation, is pretty heavy. If i really wanna get to where I wanna go with this I’m going to have to get it my all. I need to live, breath and eat drawing basically.

If it really comes to it I may have to get rid of this thing or I just may not be active a lot like I have been recently. But for now drawing responses it shall be!

Behind the Vocoder;

[ taps microphone nervously ]

So I’m not too sure who is following this blog anymore (since I see a rather drastic drop in followers) but I am thinking of changing this blog into a form of an “ask blog”. Where you ask Bumblebee questions and I draw up response to this. Since writing is getting harder to do these days, maybe drawing will be easier. I diffidently do not want to delete this blog so maybe this will be a way to help keep it active.

In other news my animation program is, from the sounds of things according to the orientation, is pretty heavy. If i really wanna get to where I wanna go with this I’m going to have to get it my all. I need to live, breath and eat drawing basically.

If it really comes to it I may have to get rid of this thing or I just may not be active a lot like I have been recently. But for now drawing responses it shall be!

Drabble Request: Humanformers of our muses in an apocalyptic world.

urbanayellow:

Brett was no where to be found.

It wasn’t the most mature response, but Brooks would normally return to his make shift garage without so much as a question asked. Perhaps a mutter of ‘good riddance’ rolled in there somewhere.

"Where the fuck… Brett!"

It was weird how things changed.

"BRETT!" The older male cupped dirtied hands about his mouth, words echoed across the overgrown hill top. Droplets pelted the worn leather of Brooks’ jacket, deep rumbles overhead threatened heavier rainfall. Boots clomped through the beginnings of mud as the grease monkey made his way over the solitary hill and—

"BRETT!" The older male practically stomped as he approached the crouched form. "THERE you are, where the fuc—!"

"Shh! I found—"

"Don’t tell ME to shush!"

A roll of eyes, pursed pout. “Look, jackass.” Brett thumbed over his shoulder, gesturing down into the valley below some twenty feet away. In the light mist of rain Brooks could only squint, struggling before he realized.

"You found—" "Horses." Brett replied, a wry grin. "There’s four of them, two brown, one black, and all the way on the edge of the clearing.” A little point in said direction, “is a white one with spots.”

There was a silence that settled, a light hiss of rain. A curious look over the younger male’s shoulder, “just like home?”

"Just like home."

// can I request either Tyran Soundwave or Stinger?

Behind the vocoder;

Is Chibi Stinger okay? ; 3;

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// I just got my animation class schedule!!!!

sciencewithashield:

things i don’t want to do:

  • drafts

things i want to do:

  • continue the threads in my drafts

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There’s something here about a bee mating dance joke but I can’t /quite/ put my finger on it.

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Bumble booty

— -[ wiggle wiggle wiggle ]