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Lockdown, now with a lazy paintjob, yay 😀Â
Again, for @sashasdoodles thank you :3
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I flip flopped a lot on this one. First it was going to be Skyfire, for the easy and obvious combo of giant-isolation-snow-ice, then the Bombshell for the cannabalism, greed, and possession, but insecticons just don’t suggest the cold. Then I remembered cannabalism doesn’t just refer to eating the flesh of your own kind, and I found my fit. Lockdown is never satisified, always hungry for another score, always alone, and he grows with his greed. He is a monster of self affliction, with no one to blame for his current horror of existance but himself, and he just keeps going, hunting and devouring. I was originally going to use him for another monster, but this fit so much better.
You’ll run.
You’ll run for days. Tired, cold, alone. You’d freeze if you stopped.But you can’t stop.
Because you can only hope you’ll freeze. You hope nothing finds you first. Nothing you keep seeing from the corner of you eye. Watching. Waiting. Always too far back in the storm to see clearly, hidden by the miasma between you. A sillohette. A horror through the snow, barely seen among the trees. And it does not stop. And it does not sleep. And it will not leave its darkness and shadows to even assure you that it’s been there all along.
That you aren’t mad.
That it is there, watching. Waiting. Gaunt and hungry.
Always out of sight until you slow. And as you pant for breath, you can hear the snow crunching just within earshot.
Careful.
Watchful.
Hunting.
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Sketchy sketch is sketchy, but gotta draw me some facesitting. Need more of these two, so much.
i have no life
audio by crashboombangerI’m cryighjhnnjgb asdfcgyhhiklkvxdthvkkbvghfh
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I kept thinking about what would happen if Swindle and Lockdown from IDW ran into each other. …Don’t think much would change.
Lockdown and Tarn for  @ minibot13 on twitter.
Gotta love those bounty hunter boys♥
I flip flopped a lot on this one. First it was going to be Skyfire, for the easy and obvious combo of giant-isolation-snow-ice, then the Bombshell for the cannabalism, greed, and possession, but insecticons just don’t suggest the cold. Then I remembered cannabalism doesn’t just refer to eating the flesh of your own kind, and I found my fit. Lockdown is never satisified, always hungry for another score, always alone, and he grows with his greed. He is a monster of self affliction, with no one to blame for his current horror of existance but himself, and he just keeps going, hunting and devouring. I was originally going to use him for another monster, but this fit so much better.
You’ll run.
You’ll run for days. Tired, cold, alone. You’d freeze if you stopped.But you can’t stop.
Because you can only hope you’ll freeze. You hope nothing finds you first. Nothing you keep seeing from the corner of you eye. Watching. Waiting. Always too far back in the storm to see clearly, hidden by the miasma between you. A sillohette. A horror through the snow, barely seen among the trees. And it does not stop. And it does not sleep. And it will not leave its darkness and shadows to even assure you that it’s been there all along.
That you aren’t mad.
That it is there, watching. Waiting. Gaunt and hungry.
Always out of sight until you slow. And as you pant for breath, you can hear the snow crunching just within earshot.
Careful.
Watchful.
Hunting.
i have no life
audio by crashboombangerI’m cryighjhnnjgb asdfcgyhhiklkvxdthvkkbvghfh
i wanted a warmup bc i have been in a big rut so i asked @sinpom and, naturally, she said lockop so,,,