Heres A Sequel That Ive Had In The Works For A While! It Fought Me, But I Think It Came Out Well.

Here’s a sequel that I’ve had in the works for a while! It fought me, but I think it came out well.

some people are afraid to be corny. not me. i live life on the cob, baby.

Surprise! The situation that was haunting me cleared up and I blitzed my way through finishing this up in celebration! I’m also close to finishing some other projects that have been in the works for a while, so I’m hoping to have them done soon!

i'm sorry, but can we discuss how rich transformers is for g/t content? they are literally GIANT robots. i've been on this shit for years and it is supreme

If I was a borrower I'd wear a sharp belt around my waist, and another around my chest, and sharp anklets and bracelets, and I would have a pointy hood, so if a human tried to grab me, they just get stabbed, I'd be unstoppable.

if I was a borrower that knew you I would call you The Porcupine and think that you were the coolest borrower EVER

God I’m gathering clips to make a Gunmax edit to post to my tiktok and GODDDDD

THE GIANT MOTORCYCLE BROOOOO. I wanna be one of those motorcyclist humans so bad. I wanna crane my neck up to look at Gunmax. I want Gunmax to raise his head from behind his motorcycle’s dashboard, gazing down at the little humans before him.

Tiny drabble under the cut because god I’m unwell for this man. No warnings this is fully SFW (no vore either BAHAHA) just good classic chefs kiss size difference

OUYGGHBH OR OR. Gunmax being the impulsive bitch he is (affectionately), the humans are giving him info but he’s like “ehh?? I can barely you hear you pipsqueaks, you know.” He steps up off of his motorcycle and strides forward, and the humans reel back a bit, confused. Until he picks up a human suddenly by the back of their shirt, the crowd beneath him gasping.

The human in his grasp panics and stammers and nearly wants to scream, but Gunmax doesn’t really pay them any mind. “Well, go on, I’m listening,” he says, casually heading back to his bike, but the human is still flustered. It’s not like you could very well give someone info when you were dangled countless feet in the air, flailing about— the person you were meant to be giving info to being the one who’s dangling you in the first place.

Gunmax clicks his tongue, taking a seat upon his bike again and drops the human a couple inches off the ground as they land onto the dashboard. He crosses his arms, resting his chin in his palm, looking down at the little human he brought up to see better.

“Happy now? Now, tell me what you were saying.”

But NO. THIS SHOW BARELY DOES ANYTHING WITH HIM IN TERMS OF USING HIS PERSONALITY FOR SIZE DIFFERENCE AHAHAHA