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Happy Father’s Day, big baby boo.
Omg that is just adorable thank you very much
I’m not the biggest nerd for HTTYD, but I stumbled across @wavewolfhounds and their dragon OC, Nightlight. What a precious thing! Please excuse how messy the sketch is.
Nightlight belongs to @wavewolfhounds
This is what happens when I watch How To Train Your Dragon 3 over and over again
here’s a bunch of nightlights i drew over the last few months that i never posted (i think)
in the second to last picture, i liked that chunklight design so much that i decided to revamp it into another oc. i’ll post them after this.
LAKJDSF;LAKSJFDKLASD @omegastar59 DREW AMONG US NIGHTLIGHT AND OVERLORD FOR ME
thank you so much this is literally so cute and i am obsessed with among us (as, like, everyone is right now) so this is a combination of my two favorite things. i’m gonna probably copy you and draw some among us overlights too. thank u omega 🥺
@notirishman MADE THIS FOR ME LIKE SO LONG AGO AND I NEVER KNEW? OMG? THANK YOU IT’S SO CUTE I’M OBSESSED
someone requested a mermaid nightlight and i got inspired to draw this. overshark and strawberry basslet nightlight
another friend pointed out to me after i drew this that overlord would be better fit as an octopus. and i was like....DUH! OBVIOUSLY! why didn’t i think of that before drawing this?!
i had to at least post a sketch. i might color and line it later.
@tsunami-lt very kindly drew this adorable drawing of nightlight in a skirt 🥺 please look this is so fricken cute (TT_TT)
thank you tsunami YOU MADE HER SO CUTE!!!!! i love your style so much....this makes me want to draw her in many outfits! thank you!!!!
they’re at cybertronian mcdonalds or something idk why i drew this i think i just felt like i hadn’t drawn them as robots for too many days
*super smash brothers KO sound* GAME
(i don’t draw overlord being mean to nightlight enough)
friend gave me an idea. now they are cosplaying
some human overlights. first pic’s premise is “first mission”. i tried to shade it but i was too lazy so it’s just flat.
i realized i hadn’t drawn tfp nightlight in a long time
NIGHTLIGHT’S SHADOW IM SQUEALING!! ohh that was precious. i love confident nightlight, and her interactions with overlord!! TTwTT i think i might die from cuteness. you’re a great writer!
BROOOO THANK U for sending this i am so happy you liked it!!!!!!! dude thank you this is so nice, this makes me feel happy........i am glad my fanfic brought you entertainment and joy :)
whoever you are this message made my day
wrote a fanfiction and wanted to draw something to go with it!!
if you want to read some sickeningly sweet ooc overlord with nightlight please take a look under the cut. i’m happy with how it turned out because i really didn’t take it seriously like i’ve tried in the past.
“Nightlight’s Shadow” <2k words rating: GEN tw: mild canon-typical violence
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“What’s wrong?”
Overlord peered through the door, hunching over significantly. The phase-sixer was incredibly bored, having killed everyone he felt like and no missions assigned to him for a long while. When Overlord was bored and without those to maim, he went to go bother Nightlight.
The minibot sat in the shape of a ball on her berth. Her helm was tucked between her knees, and her little horns poked out, the only thing clueing Overlord in that “Oh, that part of the purple dot is her head.” When she looked up at Overlord, he thought to himself that this was the most pitiful face she had made to-date.
The towering bot squeezed into the room, scraping the doorframe with his shoulders as he stomped in (he wasn’t stomping on purpose, it was simply a feature of his size), his pillar audials threatening to pierce the ceiling. Nightlight’s accommodations were definitely made with efficiency and budget in mind. Why would anyone waste shanix and space on the ship just in case someone larger than a pea wanted to visit this room? Overlord thought he should carve out the wall and ceiling so his visits weren’t so difficult.
“What’s wrong?” Overlord asked again, and Nightlight turned to face away, “Why the long face?”
“I’m not a good Decepticon,” the tiny bot started. Her voice was quivering and hoarse, like she had been crying. Little cheekplates having subtle remnant streaks of tears confirmed this. “I’m not scary. Everyone keeps being mean to me. The bigger bots push me and call me names, even when I don’t do anything to them.”
“Why don’t you kill them?” replied Overlord like it was obvious. He had slithered onto the berth, laying sideways lazily behind Nightlight, his legs curled so he could fit. Luckily the slab was medium size, having not been made specifically for Nightlight, but it still creaked horribly under Overlord’s weight.
“I can’t do that! I’m not strong enough like everyone else. I’m not big. I can’t beat them up....I...every time I try to fight back,” her face scrunched up and her voice became even higher pitched and even wobblier, “I...I get my- my tailpipe kicked!”
Nightlight choked and whined, stifling a staticky sob in her forearms. She clearly felt so strongly about these simple tussles that it pained her enough to cry. The poor thing. The blue mech brought her into his chest with his big servo like a hockey stick to a puck.
“Don’t cry,” Overlord cooed, “I’ll give you advice.” Nightlight peeked at him from her arms. “You can’t beat them up and you can’t grow any. But that doesn't have to stop you.”
“When I walk around, everyone moves. As if I have a force field. Nobody gets in my way.” He gestured to Nightlight with his chin. “Why do you think that happens?” She looked away again, not in an attempt to hide her tears, but in thought.
“Um….because you’re really tough,” the moped said, “And, um, you’ll, maybe you’ll beat them up if they’re mean to you.” Nightlight always said things like “maybe” when talking about if Overlord would do something violent or not. Like she wasn’t sure if he was a bad mech, or she didn’t want to accuse him of anything. How kind.
“Yes, that’s true. I’m very tough.”
“But I’m not...it wouldn’t work for me. I’m not really-”
“Yes it would.”
Nightlight stuttered a few syllables of denial before resorting to looking at Overlord with a tipped helm in confusion. Overlord couldn’t help but laugh.
“When I walk around places where nobody knows me,” he said, “Where nobody knows I could mash them to a slurry, my force field still works. That is because I hold myself a certain way. I hold myself with an expectation that everyone fears me,” the duocon puffed out his chest plating a little, and it made a “clink” sound when it tapped his tiny companion, “With confidence. Confidence in myself and that the force field will work no matter what.” He smiled triumphantly. “Lo and behold, the seas part.”
Nightlight looked at him like he was the coolest mech on Cybertron. She had uncurled and instead was facing him, sitting with her knees forward and her pedes behind her. “So,” she spoke with a bit more pep in her voice, “they don’t know you’re strong...but they still kind of know you’re strong because you walk so confident.”
“Exactly.”
“But...but I don’t think I could do that.”
“Why not?”
“Cause what if I pretend to be strong and then they figure out I’m not and they beat me up?”
“If you walk with enough confidence, they won’t challenge you. And if they do, you threaten them. Then they run off like little glitchmice, with not a finger lifted.” Overlord waved his free servo as he talked, and Nightlight rubbed her fists on her optics and cheeks as he spoke, scooting closer to him.
“If I was injured in a way that left me unable to fight, but able to use my words, I would still win. In that moment, when I threaten them, it is not pain they are afraid of,” he explained, half-lying. Overlord loved to taunt, but he rarely threatened. If someone challenged him, most of the time he smashed their head in immediately. “I’m not touching them. They aren’t experiencing it. What they fear is the prospect of pain. All you have to do if you want to scare them off is make them believe you’ll rip them apart.”
Overlord had a feeling he was losing her, given her big optics staring at him. Or maybe that’s just how she looked. He poked her in the chest with acquired gentleness. “I can teach you. I can make you like me,” he said, “You can be intimidating. And nobody will ever bother you.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
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Nightlight had such a tall stack of datapads in her arms that the top of the pile concealed her face. She had to stumble slowly in the hall and occasionally, carefully glance to the side of the stack to see that there was nobody in front of her, and issue out “excuse me”s and “I’m sorry”s accordingly.
Overlord’s lessons on being braver and more intimidating had not yet been put into practice. Fortunately so, in Nightlight’s optics. The two wheeler hadn’t come across anybody who felt like bullying her for a whole week, and she was hoping her lucky streak would last forever. She didn’t want to try out what she had learned from the phase-sixer, even though out of everybody on the ship, he was probably the best person equipped to teach it. Nightlight didn’t want to mess up.
Turning a corner like an old bot driving slow on the highway, she scooted forward on her pedes and shifted her grip on the datapads. She felt the datapads sliding, and she “eep!”ed as she steadied them, and they settled back in place. “Whew,” she whispered.
Despite her dearest wishes on shooting stars, Nightlight didn’t get much time to be relieved. Just as she found her footing again, some mecha decided to sneak up beside her and stick their pede out. The minibot made a brief yelping sound before landing on her front, some of the datapads breaking her fall, layered like a deck of cards. The rest scattered and clattered around them. The floor and the pointy edges of the datapads poked and scraped her chassis and hands.
“Oops,” said the bot above her, laughing. She recognized him from his voice. She didn’t know his name. “Heh, watch where you’re going, squirt.”
Nightlight stayed on the floor for a moment, facing down, steeling herself and her urges to cry. It was action time. She got up, pushing herself with her tiny servos, whipping herself around with gusto and pointed her finger right in the mech’s face.
“How about YOU watch where YOU’RE putting your STINKY PEDES, BUSTER!!”
The Decepticon stood with his mouth agape. He stared at Nightlight like she had grown another helm. Her being any bit of aggressive was pretty equivalent, really. “Wha-” he snorted, before barking out laughter that scraped Nightlight’s audials from being too loud. “What’s your problem, Autobot model? You think you can just waltz up in here and get sharp with me? You lookin’ to get pummeled?”
“You’re the one asking for a beating, stupidhead!” Nightlight yelled back with surprising volume, looking up at the considerably taller mech, even stepping towards him with gritted teeth. She stomped at him and almost jumped towards him doing so, looking like a dog trying to chomp at a chewtoy placed above it. “Get out of my way or pick these up,” she pointed at the datapads now, “and take them to room L2400! Or I’ll rearrange your face so much you’ll have to get your whole head replaced!!”
Nightlight, venting hard, felt equal amounts proud and equal amounts terrified. She had used the strategies Overlord taught her! Nightlight had tried her hardest and her best, put on her scariest face with her scariest voice. Hours of practice with Overlord, of him showing her how to be unabashed and angry, were coming to fruition.
The mech looked like he wanted to say something else, but instead he froze up, his expression contorting into a wide-eyed frown. He frantically vented, taking a few quick breaths before letting out what Nightlight could only describe as a “squawk”. His helm darted between facing forward and towards the datapads. He was shivering so hard his chassis rattled. Was it working?
“I’ll do it! I’ll do it, I’ll pick up the datapads!” he threw himself at them, scooping them up like they were shards of his spark. Nightlight couldn’t help but look on with her mouth in the shape of an O. “Just leave me alone, okay?! I don’t want any trouble anymore!”
“Really?!” asked the purple minibot, “I, I mean, yeah! And I don’t wanna ever see your dumb ugly face ever again, got it?!” She shook her fist at him, throwing in a growl to her intimidation tactics. It sounded like a baby cyberwolf.
Taking no time to look back or even respond, the mech rushed off with the datapads in his hands. He screamed and practically jumped in the air when Nightlight yelled “L2400!” to remind him of where he was supposed to be going.
When the bot disappeared in the hallway, Nightlight stood still. She seemed to start to gradually vibrate, before exploding in excitement, jumping around the hallway, squealing and screaming, dancing and throwing her fists all around. She did it! She did it! She was intimidating! She could stand up for herself! She didn’t have to be bullied anymore! She was a real Decepticon!
Nightlight then felt a little guilty. She put her servo to her mouth and thought. The mech looked so scared. Had she been too mean?
No, she hadn’t been. Overlord told her that she should stand her ground, go full force, and dish back exactly what her bullies were doing to her. There was nothing wrong with that. An optic for an optic, and then some. The moped bounced in place. Overlord would be so proud of her!
“...I have to tell him!” she said, out of breath. She dashed down the hallway despite this, giggling and cheering, back in the direction she came from.
As Nightlight skipped away, Overlord stood at the other end of the corridor, in direct line of sight of where her bully had been standing. He backed away into the darkness with a wicked smile.
i asked for ideas to draw and my friend suggested “angst” so i did that
version with pupils:
lol matching outfits
i got recommended the album Moenie and Kitchi by Gregory and the Hawk on youtube and i didn’t pay attention to the lyrics lmao but the music sounds soft and reminds me of nightlight so i felt like drawing her
i got recommended the album Moenie and Kitchi by Gregory and the Hawk on youtube and i didn’t pay attention to the lyrics lmao but the music sounds soft and reminds me of nightlight so i felt like drawing her
lazy overlight to satisfy my heart’s desires. mission: be mean to nightlight - failed
I’M DYING AGAIN….. @tsunami-lt drew some more humanformers overlord, and also drew nightlight and overlord together!!!! my heart cannot take this. tsunami drew nightlight so cute, and overlord so handsome. THANK U TSUNAMI（ｉДｉ）i’m gonna scream in the tags so i don’t make this too long.
edit: added another handsome overlord tsunami drew (*♡∀♡)
mean man (don’t worry it doesn’t hurt that much if he pulls it off)
some like, soft stuff. pick up baby and tell her stories. idk what kinda story overlord is telling nightlight tho. i colored it very lazily
LKJAKDJF;LSAJFDLKJDSFLJDS WTF THIS IS TOO CUTE. LITTLE BOTS WITH HORNS CLUB. these two are very cute together i love sarin. they are just....baby....one....is violent.....
THANK YOU SO MUCH EMY everyone please go look at emy’s stuff
A little gift for @megatronswaifu ^^
ur soft overlord art is very good... thank u for ur service 😔🤙🏽
i am very happy you like it ( ; ω ; )
here is some of said content
STUMBLES IN HERE your art of nightlight and ovl aren’t cringe!! you think it’s very cute (who doesn’t i love overlight), and it makes you happy and you aren’t doing anything harmful with it! it’s a harmless thing that makes you happy, that isn’t cringe at all ^^ you know what ovl has done, and you aren’t having unhealthy relationships going on! you aren’t cringe, i think it’s very cute
YO WTF....anon this is so fucking nice and you’re a really nice person to send me this...omg... i have no idea who you are but...this makes me feel a lot better and i love you....but also i am pointing a gun at you because i feel like you are able to read my mind somehow. this is exactly what i worry about all the time. i am happy there is at least one person who doesn’t think i’m cringe. thank u anon....
please accept this overlight from a while ago that i never posted.
