just letting everyone know I'm still here, I just haven't been active for a long while and heres why.
for starters, I have been doing alot more stuff on tumblr, posting picture and art, hanging out with other tumblr users.
but for a while I had not been active on tumblr for a while either, why? because I have been busy with real life things, cleaning house, taking care of budgie, real life issues like family and stuff.
I have come on deviantart every so often to check my mail and look at art.
the reason I haven't been posting besides what I had listed is because deviantart was a hassle to load art onto with all the shit you have to fill out before posting and I didn't have time for that so I just didn't.
but now I just discovered that its now easier to post art so I might be posting more often the future.
for now, stay safe and stay healthy everyone and let hope they finally find a cure for this covid-19 virus.
(the autobots are watching the thanksgiving day parade, seeing all the floats and giant balloons go by. suddenly a gigantic megatron comes, startling the autobots… especially smokescreen.)
smokescreen: HOLY PRIMUS! IT’S MEGATRON!! D8 (pulls out his blaster and goes Rambo) DIE DECEPTICON!! DX
(smokescreen fires his blaster, the giant megatron balloon pops and deflates, collapsing on the humans holding the balloon strings.
smokescreen and the autobots stare at the now dead megatron balloon and then they glare at smokescreen.)
smokescreen: …WHAT?!
(smokescreen is snoozing on the side of the road when suddenly a tow truck comes along and the humans driving it get out and hook him up to the truck. smokescreen starts waking up feeling something hook onto and lift his back bumper. he panics when the tuck pulls him behind it, the scenery going backwards.
smokescreen puts on his 4 wheel drive and try’s to drive off, only able to run on his front wheels and drags the truck behind him. the drivers, baffled at the sudden change in direction, shift gears and steps on the gas and pulls smokescreen back in their intended direction.
smokescreen however, is not deterred, hits his gas peddle and accelerates. this tug-a-war match goes on back and forth for a while.)
*5 minutes later*
(arcee is driving down the road casually when smokescreen zooms past her, screaming in blind frustration, dragging a tow truck with two terrified drivers hugging each other and screaming like little girls.)
smokescreen: ARRRGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! DX
two drivers: EEEEEEEEEEEKK!!!!! DX>
(she stops perplexed by what just happened, then mentally palmfaces.)
acree: oh dear primus >.< …
(smokescreen was sitting in his room relaxing and reading a datapad. suddenly there’s a tiny knock at the door.)
SM: come in!
(the door opens and in walks little raph with his laptop)
raph: hay smokescreen. is it ok if I ask you some things about you cybertronians?
SM: (smokescreen shrugged smiling) sure, what did you want to know?
Raph: well, you know how you guys say computer stuff that means something different for you guys. like you refer to your hands as servos and stuff?
SM: (smokescreen nods) yeah.
raph: well I heard one of you throw a word around once and I was curious to what it meant.
SM: what word was that?
raph: what does "frag" or “fragging” mean in your culture?
(smokescreen turned several shades of red. condensation started to form on his helm from how flustered he was getting.)
SM: uh….. I uh…. I-I’m not sure I’m the best person to be asking this stuff, w-why don’t you go ask ratchet, he’s teaching you cybertronian stuff right? go ask him about that.
(smokescreen nervously shuffles raph out as he fumbles with his words trying to end the conversation. when he got raph out of the room, he shut the door, leaning against it, giving a sigh of relief.)
SM: ratchet’s gonna kill me later but right now I don’t care -__-;