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If you've seen that one screencap, you know what it's about.
Me too...
unfortunately my brain would not react properly to the massive death robot and i would be promptly squashed (what a way to go)
I like to think that Shockwave can still move his body when his head is detached 😌 meaning Soundwave Can have a cuddle buddy when he (finally) recharges so I think it’s a win-win situation. Or a wave-wave one. Whichever you prefer. It’s half out of natural bat instincts to hold things for warmth, so I’ve heard…
Absurd and delightful scenario:
Smokescreen is taking the Team Prime kids out for a drive, to get them out of Ratchet's figurative hair and give the old boy some quiet time.
They spot a fundraiser carwash and the humans convince him to go through - they have cash and want to donate because it's for a cause they all really like (or something).
Before any of them can really see too much someone's thrown a bucket of sudsy water over the car, and suddenly BAM! There's a pair of very big honkers in a teeny tiny bikini top scrubbing the windshield.
Everyone is freaking out. Jack, Miko, and Raf are all screaming while the older two try to shield Rafs eyes. Smokescreen has no idea how to feel about this, he's panicking, feeling things he isn't sure he's supposed to feel. Is he into this? Does he have a fetish now? But simultaneously he's horrified because his charges are inside of him while all of this is going on and OH PRIMUS NOW THERES THREE PAIRS OF BOOBS?!?!
He is so embarrassed that he peels out of there as fast as he's able, uncaring that he is still covered in soap. The kids are still screaming, now being tossed around inside the car as he Tokyo-drifts it out of the parking lot.
As soon as they're back on the road everyone gets super quiet and awkward for a solid five minutes. Finally Smokescreen asks that they don't tell Optimus about this. They all agree. Another few minutes go by, Miko gets anxious and suggests turning on the radio. Smokescreen does so, but the station he lands on is playing the new Bruno Mars/Sexxy Red song, and it just so happens to be in the second verse at this point.
Titties on your forehead, titties on your chin. Titties on titties with my big titty friends.
The radio goes off again, and they drive the rest of the way back to base in silence.
Space Crack will do that to your eyes I guess...
megs needing glasses is never not funny to me
Of course he did, that needy bitch
damn who took the last walmart scooter
I dont know what yall are trying to do to my pansexual robot-luvin self, but it's criminal! Don't stop!!
I remember watching Robots in Disguise ten years ago and being absolutely mesmerised by Strongarm. She's just...perfect.
Ahhhhhh!!!! Fuuuuuuck me right up with this picture!
- equaliser set. sound check. -
We have always existed, and we always will.
A - Z Megatron X Reader
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: sexual content, noncon(dubcon), voyeurism
Megatron/Reader(You) in which you are a captive who has found their place on board the Decepticon warship... as a sex toy
H is for Humiliation
You were halfway mad when his vicious laugh sounded in your audial processor, skittering down your backstrut like the jab of an energon prod. It does little to take your attention away from your impending overload, but it's enough to make you focus on his next words.
"I've acquired another Autobot it would seem. Perhaps someone you know?"
Overstimulated and barely conscious at this point, you couldn't even form one word - never mind a string of them - to ask what he was talking about. The feeling of the raised, overlapping ridges on his spike as he lifted you rhythmically up and down in his lap made holding onto a single thought nearly impossible. You opened your mouth to try, but all that came out was unintelligible gibberish, punctuated by a high-pitched whine as he tilted his hips up to meet you on a downward stroke.
Another cruel laugh. "Allow me to assist you."
He slid forward in his seat to maneuver you. Holding your waist with one servo, he used the other to arch you back, cradling your helm so you could see the aforementioned captive. It took a moment between the jostling and the reverse image to identify the bot, but you did indeed recognize them. Your former partner, before being taken captive.
'Primus... no.... don't look at me. You can't see me like this.'
At the angle Megatron was holding you, and judging by the look of shock on their faceplate, you imagined every sordid detail of this debauched deed was on display. You tried to fight the sensation he was subjecting you to, tried to ignore the delicious friction against your interior nodes as the Decepticon warlord skewered you over and over. The vulgar squelch of each lubricated thrust was punctuated by the moans they forced from your vocalizer.
'Stop... stop please!'
The sneering tyrant lifted your helm a little so you were looking back up at him, optics burning into you in a way that made you feel filthy.
"I'll make you a deal... tell me you want me to release you... and you're free to go. You and your... friend."
'What? No... he isn't serious? It's a trap. It has to be. He couldn't-ahh!'
Before the thought could even fully formulate his slid his claw through the abundance of fluid that had gathered around your entrance, flicking the node that was nestled just above. White hot pleasure shot through your processor, making your frame grow rigid, optics wide and unfocused as you tumbled ever closer to bliss.
"What are you waiting for?!"
The voice of your distressed ally was desperate and accusatory, and you scrabbled madly at the final shreds of your sanity, trying to make yourself form a reply.
Your captor's strokes became harder, deeper, his tone taunting as he hissed, "Yesss... what's stopping you? Say the words..."
Mouth dropping open, your only response was a hoarse shout, your attempts at articulation dying a swift and humiliating death.
"Say it!" he snapped, optics growing brighter, his knowing leer cutting into you like a blade of shame.
Yet sharper still was the promise of the ultimate, blinding pleasure you sought, the release he had kept from you for what felt like an eternity. So close, growing closer with every push and pull of his turgid length in your greedy little valve.
"Tell me to stop!"
"NO!!"
You didnt even have the decency to feel bad about giving in; no sooner had the refusal left your lip components than he gave you precisely what you needed. His thrust was so violent you thought for a nano-klik you might lose consciousness, but then overload ripped through you with all the force of a supernova, your scream so loud and ragged it rattled inside your helm. Megatron was quick to follow, his grip on you crushing as he seized, snarling his triumph.
Your body was lax as he removed himself from you before unceremoniously letting you slip from his servos to pool on the ground at his pedes. You couldn't even gather enough of your scattered wits to close your interface panel, unable to do much aside from twitch.
He glanced down at you with a raised brow ridge. "Pitiful."
Turning his attention to a subordinate, he instructed with a flippant wave, "Take them back to their cell."
A brief pause, punctuated by a chuckle.
"Be sure to prepare a cell adjacent to theirs as well for our newest... guest."
The gravity of what had just happened snapped into place in your suddenly very clear processor.
'Oh... frag.'
*probable* tfp quotes
Miko - *stomps to the couch and throws herself into it*
Bulkead - Everything alright?
Miko - Shit day.
Bulkhead - Oh, uhh... wanna go for a drive?
Miko - All good. I just need to listen to some nice, soothing music to cool off.
*she puts on headphones, the muffled sound of Bodies by Drowning Pool making its way to the audial receptors of every bot present*
Smokescreen (to Bulkhead) - And we're sure she's not a serial killer?
Bulkead - ..................yes.
Amazing
Some head shots I drew a while back! You can follow me on Twitter @ Themanlylobster if you don’t already, I tend to post there a lil earlier than tumblr ;u;♥
Also me. Anyone wanna take a guess what the scene usually entails...........
me as a writer
Fangs on our flashy boi?! Luv!
i got possessed and drew this so fast idk what happened
I'm dying. Boy your eyes are insane!!
Human slang 101 (part 1/2)
If Alpha Trion can be a fucking Unicorn Rhino, then Solus can be an idfk-how-many-tailed-fox-like-thingy.
Indeed!!
remember kids
Artist 🎨: @vhsdogs
No but why is this perfect?
Transformer Prime Starscream if he was in Beast War.
(Based on a heron)
Yes
Blep
Found an old file in my uni work, rough animation probably about 2 years old. I added the end frame today though 8 )
...... is...... is it his ass?
Wanted to do another DS-style render since it's been a long time since I last did one. So I recreated a scene from Shadow Generations with Optimus Prime and Megatron.
Models are from the Transformers Prime DS game. Rendered in Blender 3.6.17 with the Eevee renderer.
Full-resolution/textless version + the scene it's based on under the cut!
A - Z Megatron X Reader
Rating: Mature
Warnings: slavery, torture, asphyxiation
Megatron/Reader (You) in which you are an unlucky human who has caught the attention of a deranged alien warlord
G is for Gasp
Your eyes were burning, the vessels in them beginning to burst as the pressure continued to mount. Tears slipped past your lashes and streamed down your face into your hair, and you work your fingers vigorously against the unflinching metal grip that pins you in place. The effort is entirely fruitleas, nails chipping and tearing as you claw at your throat and the massive hand of your captor.
Well... fingers, really. Only two of them that he uses to keep you in place. It's been a small eternity, and now your vision is beginning to dim, your attempts to free yourself growing weaker... slower. Your body - lungs and brain deprived of oxygen - begins to shut down.
'Just do it already... kill me... please!'
You're unable to speak the words, so you mouth them, hoping he will see and understand... and have mercy on you.
He sees. He understands. But instead of freeing you from your pitiful mortal coil, he releases you, and air floods your lungs. You lurch violently up, gulping in a breath and turning onto your side as your body is racked with painful coughs. Several minutes seem to tick by as you splutter and wheeze, nose running and limbs shaking. All the while your tormentor watches closely, his expression pleased.
Finally, you settle, slow tears still pattering against the enormous hand he has you cradled in. If he minds, he doesn't say anything.
"Why?" you rasp, the word like razorblades in your throat.
His deep laughter is something you feel as it reverberates in the air around you, the smile that accompanies his mirth the furthest thing from pleasant.
"Because this planet is now mine, and I must find some value in its inhabitants... even if your only purpose is to amuse me with your suffering, I will make good use of you."
The cruel admission sent chills deep into the very marrow of your bones. You weren't told much when you first arrived here, but you did know you weren't the only human to be subjected to this monstrous giant's attentions. You were, however, the only one still alive. And - according to him - you had lasted longer than any of the others... a terrifying thought considering it had only been two weeks.
He liked you. You would never have considered such a thing but for the fact that another alien had told you as much. You were resilient, a trait he valued, apparently. And it would appear his intention was to see just how resilient you could be, as he put you through a plethora of 'experiments' to test your durability and spirit. He always seemed unaffected by your pleading, but positively delighted to watch you fight - despite the pointlessness of the act.
A horrified part of you wondered if he got off on it. If he even could 'get off'. Not that you wanted to find out.
You didn't flinch this time as he lifted his hand again, knowing what was coming next. Instead of wrapping his massive talons around your throat, the tip of one nudged you along the top of your head, ruffling your hair in a strange parody of what you believed was a 'head pat'. It was a pattern. He would call upon you at random, subject you to some form of torture, and then stroke you with a gentleness that belied his previous actions... like he was praising a pet for learning a new trick. It was all quite sick... and while you knew your suffering was over for the time being, a part of you wished he would accidentally drop you as he walked, the height of the fall surely enough to break your neck. At least that way, you didn't have to spend the following few days wondering what kind of perverse abuse he planned to subject you to next.
*probable* tfp quotes:
Megatron - Yet another attempt at undermining me, Starscream? I ought to rend you limb from limb!
Starscream - As delightful as that sounds, master, wouldn't you rather I give you a lap dance and we can forget this whole thing ever happened?
Megatron (murderous) - You think this is a joke?!?
Starscream - *turns on Get Low and begins gyrating his hips*
Megatron (exasperated) - Get out of my sight.
I looooove snakes. This is stunning thank you for sharing your beautiful work!!
Happy Lunar New Year! 🐍🏮🎆
To celebrate the year of the snake, I wanted to combine the snake with my other favorite scaled animal, the goldfish! Growing up as little kid in China, I was always fascinated by the goldfish and koi ponds that are scattered in every park and apartment complex. I would stare at them for hours, mesmerized by their shiny scales and graceful movements. Hopefully I was able to capture that in this painting :D
The wave babies!! They are so sweet!
Dusty purple and Powder blue 🌷💜💙🌷 Thinking of making wavewave flower charms !
Shoutout to June Darby, the OG robotfucker of TFP. She walked so we could ruuuun, hunny.
TRANSFORMERS: PRIME (2010-2013) 1.18 | Metal Attraction
Uhm hello?!
it’s on the house <3