IM SCREAMING IM SCREAMING IM SCREAMING IM GOING INSANE, THIS IS LIKE A POST FROM WAY BACK 2015 BUT OH

IM SCREAMING IM SCREAMING IM SCREAMING IM GOING INSANE, THIS IS LIKE A POST FROM WAY BACK 2015 BUT OH MY GOD IM SO GLAD THIS FOUND MY DASH

I OVE THIS SO SO MUCH, KROK JUST LETTING IT ALL OUT ON MEGATRON LIKE THAT???? HES SO?? THATS SO FUCKING- OH MY GODDD

GOD, look, I thought them meeting Megatron and being all wide-eyed and in awe in LL was cute but now I'm just thinking how fucking powerful and good it would be if the series had more time to marinate and explore this concept

Like yeah, in reality, I think the Scavs SHOULD be mad at Megatron, they're a representation of the Decepticon rank and file, the disposables, mere cannon fodder during the war... and their leader does what? Give all that up and decides to join up with the Autobots, wearing their insignia as if the millions of years of revolution and words he spouted at them to fight meant nothing??? that sucks man

GODDDD, ONCE AGAIN I LOVE THIS SO MUCH (and pop the fuck off Krok, thats my fucking GOAT)

Okay but consider this:

The Scavengers on the Lost Light.

Now, I could go down the humourous lane, you know, with Skids not wanting to lose face and pretending Misfire really IS is arch-nemesis (and Mifire enjoying that a little too much, though who is that mech anyway? Did he ever get a drink with him?), or Spinister helping out in the medbay (”Don’t shoot that! We need it!” “It’s looking at me funny!”), and all that good stuff.

But let’s be serious for a second: let’s have them come face to face with Megatron.

Grimlock growls at him, because something in his shattered cerebro-cortex reminds him that this one is bad. It takes the whole W.A.P. crew to keep him somewhat calm (ie. just growling and no fire-breathing).

Spinister is confused: there’s something not right with this picture. He’s not sure of a lot of things (that the whole isn’t glaring at him, that the lamps aren’t mocking him), but Megatron being their leader, Megatron being on their side is something he’s sure of! So this…. this isn’t right.

Misfire goes into his usual chatter. Only instead of forming really long sentences, he keeps breaking them, making incoherent strings of words and pointing at their ex-leader’s chest. This is his version of being speechless. And very distressed. For those who know him, it’s super disturbing to see the happy-go-lucky jet this way.

Crankcase’s feelings are so vitriolic, he’s feeling sick. He took the DJD right on because he believed that the badge was his, not theirs. And now more than ever, he’s feeling like he needs to defend that. The normally loud-mouthed mechanic just shakes silently. He does put a hand on Misfire’s shoulder, though. Because.

Fulcrum should be afraid, could be angry, instead he’s bitter. So this is the grand leader he was born under? The one he was told would lead them to greatness and gelactic conquest. The one that led him to full-body restructuration and impending death. The one that led himself into the Autobots’ rank? He’s always accepted the values of his faction -his culture?-, not knowing anything else as he was born under them. And then he took a stand because a bunch of misfits showed him that these values weren’t that theoritical after all. He’s always accepted Megatron’s worth at face value, not having seen him in action back in the days. And then he met him, an Autobot badge wedging a line between them with much more effectiveness than rank or power. The crew he’s part of is worth sacrificing himself for them, this mech is not. The techie grits his denta, glaring down at the floor.

Krok just stares silently. Expression unreadable.

The whole of them are accepted on board, more or less blending in the general craziness. The longer they stay, the more the crew learns about their adventures, their stories… their struggles…. Megatron hears all that. And, one night, as he’s walking down the corridors because he can’t recharge, he ends up at the observation deck. And Krok is there. Looking at the stars, probably trying to figure out where his old unit is.

Megatron approaches him and, awkwardly, asks how the Scavengers are finding themselves.

This is when Krok let’s it rip. He doesn’t pull a gun on Megatron, oh no, he uses on his ex-leader the very same weapons that made him the figurehead of the Decepticons: words.

“My crew are the ones you have never seen, Megatron, the ones you sent off to be killed each day in the name of your revolution. And like so many like them, they went on each time you gave the order. Because they believed in your ideals, they believed in you. No matter what horrors they saw, no matter how insignificant they knew they were to you, in the end your words, the ones that stood against the senate and the low life they had, were enough to make them dive right into battle. For you.

You, the revolutioner with a vision. You, the gladiator with the power. You, the one that left them behind. And now you enquire about these people?

This isn’t just about being left on the battlefield, too. You turned your back on us to what? Atone for your mistakes? Well then, maybe you should start by making up to the ones whose life you changed so drastically. Because the Autobots? They might be the “good guys” from some people’s perspective, but they weren’t counting in you like we did. And everybody seems to be forgetting that fact, you the first, Megatron.

Out there, there is and army of desperate civilians that turned into bloodthirsty soldiers  and they are now left in a daze. There are camps full of walking woundeds whose future are compromised by unrepairable wounds. There are people that you made move as one by sheer belief and then stood up for something better. Or just something “good”, because, apparently, we’re the bad guys and have been fighting eons while knowing full well how wrong we were.

You want to take responsibility, Megatron? Take. It. But all of it.”

Somehow, during his tirade, Krok started facing Megatron, advancing more and more on him until they were nearly chest to chest. Well, chest to faceplate, because Megatron is so big. It’d be almost funny if it wasn’t for the Scavenger’s optics.

Not an ounce of fear in them. Only righteous fury.

And Megatron, who back in the days would have turned him into slag for his insolence, now can only take in just how much he’s truly failed his people.

here’s me taking the fact that krok was originally a football (mecha-soccer) player and running with it:

krok trying to teach the other scavengers how to play. crankcase is having none of it and just sits on the sides, frowning so hard they can probably feel it back on cybertron. 

krok kicks the ball at fulcrum. fulcrum is unprepared and flinches, and the ball bounces off his bomb plating and hits misfire in the head.

misfire tries to kick the ball and somehow ends up kicking himself in the face. 

spinister picks it up pretty quickly, but he keeps grabbing the ball and holding it over everyone else. there was once an incident when he tired to slice the ball with his rotors (crankcase had to make a new ball out of scrap. it’s kind of lumpy and doesn’t roll that well, but they work with it).

grimlock chases the ball (and whoever currently has it) all over the playing field. eventually the game just sort of devolves into keep-away, which devolves further into dig-misfire-out-from-under-grimlock, which just ends up in a massive dogpile with crankcase sitting on top of them all grousing about this being a waste of time he secretly enjoyed it

and maybe krok mentions, at some point, that he and gatoraider used to love playing football and fulcrum went from being on the fence about playing to fully invested in the game i can dream, okay

Commission for someone on discord!!

30$ flatcolor piece, one out of the four commissions I've been working on for about a few months now, so glad to finally have finished and sent this to my client!

Their TF oc was very fun to draw and design :]]

Some alt versions below the cut:

Read this fic a bit ago and it's literally the cutest fucking thing ever, just 6 cons, an Autobot, and their stupid little purple baby child

Plus all the little family photos sprinkled it, aaaghh so good

first half of my drawings for this year’s @tf-bigbang !! I was partnered with @wendy-comet who wrote a fantastic fic of the scavs deciding to raise the firstborn (purple baby from the IDW comics)!! here are some photos from their family album!!🥰

link to the fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57546139

inchresting... curious as to what led to the idea of autobot crankcase hrmmmm

Commission I did based off a single page script they wrote!

Super fun to do! Something about drawing a comic page feels so satisfying in the end. Enjoy!

I can finally post these!

This was my entry (and two sticker designs) for @leviathanzines decepticon zine, and was simultaneously the most fun and the most frustrating piece of art I’ve worked on for a long time.