lawebloca:

Two headed snake ** video **

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greenboost:

"Prey"

2 weeks ago   56    REBLOG
"Careful, Starscream, you may dislocate a landing gear patting yourself on the back."
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stopheterophobia:

please watch your language when you talk about children. they are not animals, they are not natural disasters, they are not evil little monsters, they’re just tiny people who are 100% dependent on the adults in their lives and i find it disturbing that people think it’s hilarious and cute to talk about how much they hate them

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alhuggins:

Here’s some more art from Matt Frank’s Toho universe Kaiju redesign series “Godzilla Neo”.

http://kaijusamurai.deviantart.com/

2 weeks ago   56    REBLOG

nizaen:

1088horsepowers I drew your LC again.No stop please this oc someone help me

2 weeks ago   73    REBLOG

Eggs?!

rip-roaring-ruffian:

baolan-zhanhou:

{{ I am on my way! }} But then he thought for a while; if it was time, then Predaking must have been taken to the nest, which was located on the hangars. He had no idea of Darksteel and Predaking’s current location, but he knew for sure they were heading for the same place.

{{ Darksteel, I will meet you at the nest. I have yet to reach the ground, so I am closest to it. I leave my mate to you. }}

Dreadwing stopped the elevator and made it head towards the top floor. He received reports from the guards about Predaking’s position and his condition. They have entered the elevator, meaning they will reach the nest soon. Out of his own elevator, Dreadwing began barking orders to open the door to the first hangar, in which Dreadwing had crafted and prepared the nest a month ago. He then redirected the drones to assist Darksteel when he arrived with their king. Dreadwing’s spark buzzed lowly in concern; he had been in various emergency situations, but this was the first time he failed to keep his cool.

Meanwhile in the lift, everyone, save Predaking, had all taken a reprieve from their difficult trek. Darksteel lied underneath his brother’s straining frame, silently cursing his predicament. What had possessed his brother to go out flying at a time like this? And why did he have to lay them in the nest? Couldn’t he just pop them out and move them their afterword? Primus… Count on Predaking to make things as dramatic as possible.

Finally, the elevator doors opened. Darksteel haltingly pushed the two of them back up again and the rest of the crew took there positions. Then they resumed their slow, labored (in more ways that one) procession.

Finally they had reached the nest and everything was already prepared. A low struggled hiss leaves the king as he makes his way inside of the nesting chamber and proceeds to flop down in an exhausted matter. 

But, his moment of rest would not last long. He still had a lot of labor to put in before he could close his eyes for good. He must also to remember to thank his brother and servants later, but for right now all of his available concentration needed to be focused on the task at hand: laying the eggs.

His valve felt like it was on fire, it was constantly leaking oil and something from deep within him was pushing forward, trying to get out. He braces himself and claws at the ground under him as he proceeds to push with all his might. 

"͎͚̙̝͔̼̟̟͢͡͠R̠̪̘̮̻̭̺̹͓̠͈̀͡R͏̵̢̙͇͕͓̜̜̤͠R̨͍̬̫̫̘̻̘̬̦̞̘̯̦͈̻̦͓̩͜͟ͅR̴̷̢̨̢̰͉͚̦̘͕̮̪̞͚̟̦͚G̵̺̯̙̪̲̖̗̱͚̜͢͝G̴̛̤͎̻̪̠̘̯̣͖̹̳̹̘̦͉͕̭̮̕͟͠ͅǴ̥̖̯͟ͅG̢̥̝̺̖͖͇̦͖͍͕̖͕͈ͅG̵̡̮̗̙̝͙͙̩͈̥̬̠͍̀G̶̡͎̼̟̩̮̱͍̖̻̺͈̰̹̼̠͍͜͡G̴̸͏̦͇͖͎̼͖̯̮G̶҉̖̮̥͓̲͉̜̥̙̩̟G͏̴̬̹̖͓̠͍͚͓͖̖͍͍̣̭͓͇̕͝G̴̱̲̼͖͖̳̳̜̮̱̫̖͙͇̭͎̗͚͉͝G̵̵̴̨̨͔̜͉͉͙͔͈̰ͅǴ̡̨̧̭̝͕̩͓̯̮̙͙̻͓͞G̯̥̜̳̞̟̜̭̭͕͉͎͔̪̝̜̫͢G̨͉͉̲̰͕͔̺̤̱̭̦̦̤̙̩̲̼̀͝ͅG̸̢̪̰̻̝̫͇͜͟G͜͝͏̵̢̯͇͈͉̟͙͉̥H̴͚̪̗̱H̷̷̝̤̫͚͔͓͙͓͘͝H̴̵͏̷̧̹͎͍̙̣͍̳̹̪͉̘̭͖̘̣̭̬̞͍Ḩ̴̢͞͏͓͚̪͉̦̫̘̻̙H̷̷͏̵̵͔̝̺̲̮̳̱̹͉̻̣H̷͚̟̞̞̣͈̰͎̤̞͕͔̮̠̙̗͓̱̠́͟!͈̭̮̕͢͜!̸̵̡̖̗̬̱̻̭͓̺͕͍̙̞͖͍̟͚̀"҉̸̱̲̙̠͓̝̯͇̬͕̜̭̜͎͉͙̹

tailgato:

Though, if anyone’s Chibi Moon, it’s Tailgate.

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dinobooty:

I have always wanted to draw Dreadwing’s uke face. teehee~!

(the curl is an erogenous zone lol)

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til-all-are-one:

His constant snarl is perfect.

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til-all-are-one:

[Transformers Prime: Dreadwing]
Requested by alex-squeals-alot

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Eggs?!

rip-roaring-ruffian:

baolan-zhanhou:

A reply never came and that started to make his spark pulse quickly. Should he assume the worst? No. They were in a safe environment; had there been an intruder, Dreadwing would have known. What should he do now?

He hated feeling so clueless, so he allowed his impulsive side to take over and rushed to where Predaking was. But he was at one of the top floors and Predaking was way down below. It could take a while for him to reach downstairs. Though he could just jump out of the window and fly downstairs, he felt he should use the elevator. Predaking would not be this distressed unless he needed help and he could imagine he was weakened, thus unable to fly.

He entered the elevator and punched the button for the ground floor. He even did as much as taking over the elevator’s master control.

Frag.

::DEADWING, IT’S DARKSTEEL. GET TO THE MAIN ENTRANCE NOW. PREDAKING SAYS ITS TIME.:: 

Click.

That request taken care of, he set about trying to help his brother to the elevator. This was no easy task. Even in his beast mode, Predaking was substantially larger that him. He considered pushing from behind, but given the situation opted to stay away from Predaking’s hind quarters.

Instead, he wedged himself under one of the larger Predacon’s forelegs and lifted his front half. It was extremely awkward, having his wings folded up under his brother’s weight as he started half dragging him along. Predaking could barely keep his helm off the ground and his long neck flopped around in front of them. Some of the guards had taken the initiative to remedy this by positioning themselves on either side of his helm and along his neck to help carry him along.

If he was in such stressful pain, he might have been heavily embarrassed about this situation. But, no time to think about that now. He puts some of his weight onto his tail to help the others to lift him as they make the slow trip towards the elevator. Once everyone inside in the most awkward positions imaginable, the controls were set to go to the 5th floor.

Little did any of them know that Dreadwing was already close to dropping back down to the ground floor. Hopefully someone would tell him of Predaking’s condition and where to find him.  Once they reach the 5th floor it was a mad race towards the nesting room, because Predaking’s oil lining may or may not be breaking.