Have A Becky Sketch. I May Or May Not Render This Further, Haven't Decided Yet.

Warm Feelings from Cold Flurries

Beep beep. The sound echoes across the frozen landscape as Dynamo trudges onwards. Not hearing a response, he repeats the sound into the frigid air as he shivers, his heating fans working to keep him warm.

Meanwhile, Starscream is not having the best of days, having been stasis cuffed and sandwiched between two mechs who individually threatened his life that day. The three bots have crammed themselves into a hole to wait out the blizzard above them, with Optimus Prime on his left, and Dreadwing on his right. Suddenly the traitorous Con looks up and honks loudly, resulting in confused looks from the others, Dreadwing’s being the most puzzled. 

“What are you honking at? Why are you honking?” Dreadwing gruffly asks. He gets no response.

Outside, Dy’s finials perk up as he detects a faint honk honk in the distance, and picks up the pace in the direction of the sound, despite the biting cold around him. He shakes the snow off of his plating in a motion akin to the ruffling of feathers, and beeps again. After a moment, honk honk.

This continues until Dynamo hears the sound right beneath his pedes. He looks down, and sees three heads. 

“There room for one more in there?” Dy asks, poking his helm into the hole.

“No.” Dreadwing deadpans automatically.

“Well then,” the child replies, briefly cocking his helm to the side, “guess I’ll make some room.” He pulls his helm out of the hole and walks to the side of their shelter. Turning to face the hole, he kneels down and begins to dig into the snow. After about 10 minutes of minimal progress, he stands up and activates the thrusters in his pedes, quickly melting the snow. A minute passes, and he goes back to shoveling snow with his servos, swiftly creating a decently sized hole in the ground. Satisfied, the small jet hops into the hole, and takes no time at all carving away at the wall between his hole and the shelter made by the older bots. 

Upon breaching the barrier and facing the trio, Dy smiles and cheerfully says, “I have now turned your one bedroom apartment into a two bedroom apartment.” His dad slightly smiles. Optimus’ face is too hard to read for the child to decipher his emotions, but he seems content. Dreadwing just rolls his optics and frowns.

Crawling forwards, the youngling grabs his best friend’s heeled pedes and carefully pulls the mech towards himself, with no noteworthy reaction from the others, aside from a grunt from Dreadwing. After maneuvering Starscream’s bound form to the opposite wall, towards Dy’s addition to the hole, he is positioned with his back to the wall, and his child in his lap, his arms wrapped around Dynamo’s neck, with the child’s helm resting on his chassis. At this moment, Dy notices the half empty energon cube in Stars’ servos.

He looks up at him and says, “Can I have some? I’m hungry.” Wordlessly, the older jet nodds warmly and hands him the cube, which he promptly and heartily drinks, sighing contentedly. Dynamo leans into his father’s chassis, looks up at him and smiles, which Starscream returns. Optimus and Dreadwing look between the two jets in confusion. Optimus speaks up.

“Why are you so nice to Dynamo? What ulterior motives do you have for the child?” he asks, with a suspicious tone, “It’s not like you to be nice for the sake of it.” Starscream’s face hardens as he looks up. 

“I am his guardian, and it’s my job to take care of him, and make sure he doesn’t get himself killed?” He sarcastically answers. This gleans an unimpressed huff from the other Decepticon. Starscream just rolls his optics and returns to looking at his son, who had settled down and was falling asleep in his arms; the warmth of his spark chamber a soothing contrast from the frozen storm raging above them.

A brief moment of silence was broken when Dreadwing chuckled. Starscream and the Autobot leader turn to him with puzzled expressions.

“How could a coward as weak and pathetic as you ever serve as a proper guardian for that runt? You don’t think about anyone but yourself, so how could you truly care for him? Even though you claim otherwise, we all know you’re just using him, and when you no longer need him you’ll discard him like he’s nothing.” Dreadwing snarls accusingly. Starscream grimaces at this when suddenly they hear a shifting sound. They look down to see Dynamo wake up as he throws the empty energon cube in his servo at Dreadwing's face with an annoyed expression, before returning to his slumber, leaving the larger Con bewildered as to what just occurred. 

Starscream stifles a chuckle and whispers “That’s my boy” as he hugs his son tighter, also falling into recharge as the storm continues on. Dreadwing moves to retaliate, but Optimus just grabs his shoulder and shakes his head, it’s not worth it. So the two settle down to wait out the blizzard, as the seeker duo slumber cuddled up together.

An old classic drawing of mine redrawn with the new design

Old versions below the cut

The original and the redraw I did once previously

You see this at 2 am while scavenging an old battlefield. Wyd?

The Dynamic

Starscream: This is my emotional support child

Dynamo: This is my emotional support rat bastard (affectionate)

where’s the defected prowl fic you mentioned on that persons post where they thought prowl was ex decepticon. I need to read it right now, it needs to live rent free in my brain at all hours of the day, I need it. I also need to leave kudos and bookmark it. *menacing grab hand*

I am so sorry anon, but this fic exists in my brain and in my friends' dms, it has not been written. It's also a small part of a larger story

1 year redraw. Tis his birthday again

It's Dynamo's birthday today!

My boy turns 522 on the Ides of March.

Baby Dy turns 50.

Them

Inspired by this post, base by @silvermations

Ricochet will often eat human food in her robot mode, and it'll just sit there until she next turns human, where the food will actually digest. Anybot who views this is usually viscerally disturbed unless they know her and her circumstances personally.

I follow Hungrylittlewarriorcats and saw your post about Zebraclan and you said you used a base. Do you know the base, or did you like make it.

If you do use a base where can I find it. Btw the base thing for Slugface (I’m not sure on there name)

I did not make it, but here you go

I have tried drawing bebes. Enjoy