Holoform Dynamo With Raf For Height Comparison

Ricochet's housemate Fidget

Adding another to the reformat pile, is Fatale. This stripper got a real glow up in my opinion. Much better than their old design. He looks ready to perform

"I'm sorry the world is full of hurt, baby."

Have a carrier and child moment.

BTW, that's Magnadrive.

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

Evening Musings of a Dreaming Jet

It was a quiet evening on the Nemesis; with its crew winding down for the night in preparation for the next day’s events, Dynamo had taken the opportunity to go to bed, drifting off to dreamland. He recharged more often than he really needed to, having a preferred sleep schedule not unlike a human’s, despite his lacking the need to sleep that frequently. But it was a good way to pass the time, especially when he’s bored. 

A few hours go by, and Starscream walks by his charge’s door during his usual patrolling of the halls. As he passes by his audials pick up a hushed mumbling sound muffled by the wall, just barely detectable. Starscream raises his optic ridges in interest at this development, and he cautiously opens the door to Dynamo’s quarters to check on his son. 

The whoosh of the door opening threatens to awaken the young bot, but thankfully he does not stir, however continues to mumble. The commander creeps towards Dy’s berth as quietly as he can manage, so as not to disturb him given his sensitivity to sound. 

When first viewing the young jet, it would simply appear that he is asleep; but upon closer inspection, Starscream notes that upon Dynamo’s face is a look of disdain.

“No, no no.” mutters Dy. At this, Starscream’s features soften, as it appears as though the child is having a nightmare. Just as the seeker moves closer to the youngling, he stops as Dynamo speaks again.

“No, that's too much pudding. I don’t like pudding.” With that, the commander’s face contorts into a slight grimace. Starscream shudders at the thought of whatever pudding could be, but it was probably a human item. At that, the seeker turns on his heel and silently walks away. He’s almost halfway back to the door when a whimper stops him in his tracks. He turns back to his son’s berth to see the young jet curl into a tighter position, his face scrunched up in distress.

“Dad… where are you?” he cries. Hearing this, Starscream walks back to his charge’s berth. He gently places a clawed servo on Dynamo’s back, and softly caresses the young bot’s back plating. Dy’s frame noticeably relaxes from the touch, and his field has a much calmer energy. After waiting there a moment in case Dy speaks again, Stars retracts his servo from the sleeping form in front of him at the lack of sound aside from Dynamo’s breathing.

Satisfied, Starscream leaves his son’s side, and as carefully as he entered, exits the room. The next morning Dynamo trots up to Stars, who is standing in a hallway with an energon cube.

“Good morning Dad.” Dy cheerfully chirps. Starscream turns to look at him.

“Morning Dynamo. Are you aware that you talk while you recharge?” He asks. Dy’s finials flick as he ponders the question.

“No, I don’t think so. Did I say something weird?”

“You did mention ‘pudding’, whatever that is, but not much else of note.” says Starscream, returning to his breakfast. Dynamo nods, and wanders off, thinking about what trouble he’d get into today.

I decided to line and color it.

Have a Becky sketch. I may or may not render this further, haven't decided yet.

This is Becky. She's a peppy, bubbly, but also kinda shy little Autobot who works in a convenience store on the corner near Ricochet's house. She doesn't have an evil bone in her body unless you're a rude customer. She turns into a delivery drone that's decorated to look like a bird. The light blue marks on her helmet are just that, markings, she doesn't have four eyes. This little bean is a devout believer in the Autobot cause.

@m0thisonfire drew my boy Geocache! I colored it

Original sketches under cut

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.

There's a new swarm of totally real ladies with empty blogs following me, and I'm blocking and reporting them left and right. If you are an actual human person with a brand new account trying to follow me, I urge you to please post *anything at all* on your blog so that when I go to check who the heck you are, I can tell you aren't just a bot-encrusted void. Just a simple "hello this is my lurker account I use to follow people" is enough.

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Inspired by this post, base by @silvermations