Tag: noireneutral

The following people still need to send me some kind of reference for their character:

  • nightbladers
  • gojetron
  • echoing-voices
  • noire-neutral
  • hurricane-foundry
  • thehalfpintlilone
  • maverickofmayhem (but we’ve talked at least)

Either you sent me one and it got eaten or you just haven’t been able to yet, which is fine. Don’t worry, there’s no time limit for you to send me something- but I can’t draw your character until I know what they look like, so the later you send me an image, the later your chibi will be drawn. ❤

Winners!

If you are on this list, please submit to me a reference of the character!

The five full head-shot winners, randomly selected are:

  • the-green-wasp (TFA Wasp) Done!
  • batterwitchsfork (TFP Shockwave) Sketch done
  • thetricksterprime (Amalgamous Prime) Done!
  • tfp-sg-optimus (SG TFP Optimus) Done!
  • ask-rung (Rung)

The rest of the 25, who shall receive chibis of their choice are:

  • nightbladers Sketch done
  • cybertronianwanderer (Wanderer) Sketch done
  • gojetron (Slipstream) Sketch done
  • echoing-voices Sketch done
  • noire-neutral
  • choochoomotherslagger (Train) Sketch done
  • maverickofmayhem (SG TFP Thundercracker) Sketch done
  • hurricane-foundry Done!
  • blade-the-autobot (Blade) Done!
  • prettypoisonsilversnake (G1 Starscream w/ SG colors)
  • noblespark (TFP Optimus) Done!
  • interstellarspeedster (Stella)
  • thehalfpintlilone
  • biosonic (Ratchet/OP) Sketch done
  • thedroneseekering (Streamstar) Sketch done
  • asideofhighgloss (TFP Knock Out) Done!
  • moronicseeker (Armada Skywarp)
  • greatgladiatorofkaon (TFP Megatronus) Done!
  • scornfulseeker (Armada Thundercracker)
  • madmud2730 (Armada Megamoose) Sketch done

Congratulations, winners! Send me a submit with the character you would like!

Confusion

noire-neutral:

mighty-megatron:

 

Once out of sight of others, he allowed the femme to walk on her own, but did not release her arm, in case more soldiers walked past. He arrived at a vacated room and sealed the door before letting go.

“I’m sorry for hurting you. Do you require anything of this ship?”

noire rolled her optics. “Oh dear my finish is scuffed. I don’t think I’ll be able to handle myself.” She teased. “I think I’ll be fine.” She knew she looked worse for wear but she felt fine. “To think that there’s a kind Megatron….unless this is some intricate charade but I doubt it.” She studied the mech. “Thank you for your help. Is there any way I can repay you?” She asked. Had Megatron not intervened she was sure that she would have been in big trouble with those insecticons.

“You said that you had crashed..? I can refuel your ship and repair it if necessary, as well as have yourself repaired. The others will merely think that you have given me some vital piece of information and are being rewarded.”

Confusion

noire-neutral:

 

Noire grunted when she hit the ground, accidentally biting her glossa, energon leaked from the side of her mouth. She wiped it away slowly, following Megatron with her optics. She pretended to resist but in the end she allowed herself to be dragged away by him. She eventually tried to get to her peds but Megatron’s pace was too fast for her to get up. 

Once out of sight of others, he allowed the femme to walk on her own, but did not release her arm, in case more soldiers walked past. He arrived at a vacated room and sealed the door before letting go.

“I’m sorry for hurting you. Do you require anything of this ship?”

Confusion

noire-neutral:

mighty-megatron:

 

“I did not. The other Megatron did. It is… difficult to explain,” the warlord replied with a hushed voice. He glaces around at the others on the bridge, unwilling to say more in front of them. He did not want to raise an alarm.

“I would like to aid you.”

Noire nodded slowly. She noticed how gentle this megatron was being. She had heard about the shattered versions of her friends. She saw that some vehicons getting suspicious. “Hit me. Then drag me off. Don’t question it just do it and dont hesitate.”

He hardened his glance like Optimus had done to him so many times and  landed a blow to her shoulder, knocking her back dramatically but doing only cosmetic damage. Not that he expected the soldiers to pick up on it.

“I will interrogate this one personally.” The silver mech stands and walks over to her, picking her up by the undamaged arm and dragging her towards the exit. 

“See to it that I am not disturbed.”

Confusion

noire-neutral:

mighty-megatron:

 

“Torture… No. You were summoned here by my alternate. He is considerably easier to anger.” He offers a servo to help her up. “You’re hurt. Allow my medic to treat you.” His alternate had injured a neutral…

Noire flinched when Megatron extended a servo to her. She expected him to strike her. When he didn’t she studied him. There was a lot of fear in her optics but she slowly reached out for the Warlord’s servo and took it. “Alternate…what do you mean? What’s going on? I don’t understand, you threatened to kill me.” Her green optics searched Megatron’s blue….BLUE optics? 

“I did not. The other Megatron did. It is… difficult to explain,” the warlord replied with a hushed voice. He glaces around at the others on the bridge, unwilling to say more in front of them. He did not want to raise an alarm.

“I would like to aid you.”

Confusion

noire-neutral:

mighty-megatron:

 

Megatron looked from the Insecticons to the small femme thrown before him. She was hurt, and he couldn’t see an Autobot sigil on her. He reprimands the Insecticons for being so rough with wounded civilians. …This was likely his alternate’s fault. 

“What is your designation?”

Noire scoffed. “I told you it was Noire and that I was a neutral. Did I really get under your plating so badly you had to send Insecticons to drag me here so you could torture me yourself?” She snapped. She flinched, expecting to be backhanded or shot for her words but her anger at Megatron was far too great. He had been the reason she lost her home, lost her sire and her carrier, so many friends… 

“Torture… No. You were summoned here by my alternate. He is considerably easier to anger.” He offers a servo to help her up. “You’re hurt. Allow my medic to treat you.” His alternate had injured a neutral…

Confusion

noire-neutral:

Noire had landed roughly and it was taking a toll on the small femme as she had been thrown around her ship some, disorienting her. She forced herself up to check out how hard she had crashed. She stumbled out of her ship, wildly shocked that she had survived at all seeing the state of her ship. “Oh, Pri-” she heard the scream of an Insecticon and it made the energon in her veins run cold. She looked over her shoulder and tried to take cover from the oncomers but it was no good. The Insecticons landed around her and grabbed her roughly and took off with her. She didn’t dare struggle for fear of being dropped. Fear gripped her spark like a vice and it only got tighter as the Nemesis came into view. The Insecticons practically dragged her to Megatron himself and threw her at his feet. She pushed herself up off the ground and stood. She felt so small in comparison to the rest of the mechs. A small trickle of energon was coming from a punctured line from her crash. “Well you keep your word…I’ll give you that.” Damn her mouth and pride getting her into constant trouble! She couldn’t just stay quiet.

Megatron looked from the Insecticons to the small femme thrown before him. She was hurt, and he couldn’t see an Autobot sigil on her. He reprimands the Insecticons for being so rough with wounded civilians. …This was likely his alternate’s fault. 

“What is your designation?”

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((Ratchet I will chat with you, Soundwave I will learn from you, Stratus I will be confused at you, Swerve I will let you serve me, Noire I will incarcerate you, and Optimus I will continue pestering you but all later. I have much homework tomorrow and I won’t be very active unfortunately. 

“Respect the mech who’s partially responsible for destroying my home world?” The voice stopped when Megatron threatened her. Of course he would threaten her. “I’m about to crash as it is but Id rather have an intact ship to rebuild if I have to.” There was a sigh. “Right. Lord Megatron, permission to crash my ship?” There was partial sarcasm in her tone but she really didn’t have the energy to fight the decepticon warlord. Her coordinates flashed on a screen where she would crash.

Permission granted. Crash where you please. *He growls and cuts off the signal beforesummoning a few Insecticons. He orders them to go to the tracked location and escort the insubordinate neutral. If she resists, they have permission to kill her.*