Drew this yesterday actually but Im probably gonna be a little busier today. So what?
Anywho, drew this cause I’m a year closer to dying today! Hurra! I feel like I still should be 12, but NOPE time is evil and I’m a few years older than that. Screw time, we’re all 12 year olds on the inside, ain’t we?? Don’t deny it! I just love how Ratchet’s a fat old man who acts all tough and scary when he’s really a big softy who gets flustered at his lady-friend’s kisses. I pretty sure Arcee likes to watch him get all flustered and everything.
[[This is basically that plot of a fic I’ve been writing about Arcee’s transition from teacher to agent oh my god anon]]
“My students! They’re in there!” Trying to push herself past the guard surrounding the ruins, the whole of the city smoking and damaged around them. The school wasn’t the only building to have been utterly destroyed, but it was the only one she could think of right now. “They- they were- I was coming for them-” The guard eases her back, until a medic takes her, repeating over and over in shock, reaching out to the rubble.
She should have been in there, with them. With the younglings, her students.
Again, another not Zelda post! These are sketches from Transformers Prime.. a show I watched when I was younger that I just re watched and still have an appreciation for! 😄
Cybertronian Database 