Blitzwing @ The Constructicons That One Time:

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Blitzwing basically

I'm just watching Top Gun for the first time and----

STARSCREAM SPOTTED

Blitzwing cannibal.

Listen, just listen, LISTEN, GRR BARK GRR BARK.

I've been thinking, und mein Gott. I don’t know much about the lore of Cybertron, but from what I’ve read and what I’ve seen in the series and movies (although I'm still unsure how it all works, hehe?), it seems that everything revolves around energon. Starting from this point, the Decepticons, being exiled, likely suffered from a shortage of energon. This leads me to my second point: the power struggles may not have been simply to demonstrate your rank or your power as an individual. Perhaps those very fights were for a ration of energon. The weakest link had no energon, which would lead to their oxidation/death.

This creates a more competitive environment. The higher your rank, the greater access you would have to a ration of energon. The more energon you had, the more powerful your weapons would be. A vicious cycle of power and necessity. Taking these points into account, we come to Blitzwing.

Blitzwing has three personalities. Icy; the calculating and cruel personality, the most loyal to Megatron. Hothead; the reckless and impulsive personality. Loyal to Megatron? Who cares! He must achieve his goal first, then he’ll deal with Megatron. And lastly, Random; the chaotic personality, who follows no one and obeys no orders. These three personalities create the perfect environment for power struggles and energon. Icy acting as the strategist, Hothead as the one who acts, and Random, the personality aware of the injuries.

In my opinion, Random is the one who bears all the pain. "Did I break my wing? HA, HA, who cares! We still have the other one. Are my gears rusting? A little energon will help, haha! Not enough energon?... Oh, then I’ll find it." A Decepticon perhaps stupid enough to face Blitzwing in a chaotic and hungry state was the perfect test for Random to secure energon.

“RIP! BITE! CUT! YesYesYes! The wires sparked as they were ripped from their place. The energon flowed like a river over the chassis of his... companion? Enemy? Who cares, haha! It has enough energon, and that was more than enough. His teeth tore through the wires as if they were mercury, perfect fangs to squeeze out enough energon. As if his fangs were made for that..."

Oh, now I’m just thinking of writing cannibal metaphors as a symbol of love.

i draw so much transformers i decided to make a sideblog anyways heres a stupid meme thats been on my mind ever since i started reading that damn comic

Thundercracker crumbs? Please spare some more thundercracker crumbs

I must know more about your TC 🥺🫶

pretty boy

To Love is to be Destroyed

This was highly inspired by @archie-sunshine's Overlord piece found here Idk what time it will be by the time I finish this but oh good gracious I was literally going insane watching him draw this. This is pure self-indulgence for me because I am delulu

Summary: A Fae and a Demon meet in the underbelly of Nyon's castle. One as innocent as a summer's sun, and one looking to be the clouds that smoother and hide away that very light. Bending the sun to their mercy.

Word count: 1078

WARNINGS: Dub-Con, 18+, Oral (Gender not specified receiving), Overlord being Overlord.

(I tagged this as Dub-con just in case because hey they can’t exactly communicate and I didn’t really put it but the fae pretty much went to him to be a pest looking for a good time. Him being evil was a bonus. I also think it would be really fucking funny if they had little wards/deterrents to keep faes from Nyons garden out of Overlords cell but this fae looked at them like they were green flags, not red flags.) Also! I've never written Overlord so he might be out of character. <3.

Fae were intelligent little creatures, Overlord knew this, he had on occasion come upon forests infested with the vermin. Their little shrieks were always something he delighted in, sure the creature's numbers were dwindling into extinction but it mattered not to him. No, no he had craved the hunt, watching them flit between trees desperately seeking refuge among the branches that did little to hide them from him. They weren’t as fun to toy with as Mountain-Folk who could hold their own if only for a little while. But in their respective manner, they were fun.

How long had his imprisonment lasted for his name to fade from the fae’s stories though? Clearly, the tales of his carnage had not reached your forest wherever it may be, he would be sure to find out soon enough. The soft glow of green flicked in and out of his vision as the soft ghost of your touch brushed against his skin, accompanied by the soft tug of your investigations of his hair. If you had been a guard he would’ve lashed out, would’ve clawed or snapped at whatever vulnerable areas you had foolishly displayed. But a foolish little fae was a mere fly compared to a guard.

The soft chimed noise of your smooth, unintelligible prattling echoed in his ears leaving soft goosebumps rising against the base of his neck. Close. Your little haven was close, he could feel it in the intoxicating flow of magic that lingered in the soft chatter that left your lips. He craved it, sustaining himself off of Nyonian blood was fine and all but it was cheap compared to the finest wine of magic that leaked off magic creatures like you. Rich and pure it was addictive, even the tiniest amount had him searching for the next magical creature to ring dry.

His eyes latched on your form, fuzzy and distorted from the gentle light you provided. You had settled with hovering near his head, continuing your one-sided conversation with his ears as you fidgeted with your hands. The rough timbre of his voice startled your little form as he let his words flow over your head, you wouldn’t understand, but it would settle you. Leave you vulnerable, pliant for him.

“Don’t they teach you not to fly around dangerous beasts little fae?” your form fluttered closer to his, he could make out your rounded eyes, filled with curiosity that only dragged you unknowingly further into his trap. It wasn’t your fault you were such a little creature too curious for your own good.

“Delectable morsels like you shouldn’t be all the way down here little one…”

You were close, too close. It was as if the fates had finally offered him even the tiniest blessings you. The chains screeched as he lurched forward, your tiny form didn’t get the chance to flee as it was ensnared in the coils of his tail. An insect caught in his web, with their wings surely broken from the sheer force.

“And certainly not around dinner time.”

He could see the emotions as they flickered across your face as he brought you to his eye level. A glorious creature sent to free him from his bindings. The screeches that echoed from your chest as he inhaled the soft embers of magic that sparked from your attempts for freedom were only the finest melody to have blessed his ears. It had been far too long since he had been able to indulge in something as fine as the cries of a fae. His eyes finally locked with yours once you simmered down. That spark flared in your eyes but you didn’t fight, didn’t flare any of the magic you had tried to smite him down with. The magic he craved for his release you refused to give him, but there was more than one way to ring it free.

“Oh, now, darling you have forced my hand.”

Your eyes flickered wildly between him and his chained form as his tongue and the chains that bound him as his tail shifted, revealing the softness of your legs and coiling around your chest. The purr that rumbled and reverberated through his chest sent your little form kicking and squirming again. With care not to break your little form his tongue weaved up your legs settling against your sex. His reward was little whines and chirps that echoed through the shared prison. By now the guards must’ve heard even the softest of your cries but by the time they arrived, you would be bent to his mercy, squeezed of the magic that flowed through your veins.

He was careful, toying with the soft fleshy bits of your sex that left sparks of magic searing light behind his eyeballs. You bucked and squirmed arching and clawing at his tail for more but he had to take it slowly, too much and it would all fall to pieces. He explored your skin, letting you squeak and squirm slowly weaving your magic from your form. Into his own. Only when your orgasm wavered over you did he ravage your skin, lapping any and all the sparks of magic that you released involuntarily.

Fae were always too caught up in their high to ever keep their magic in check and you, you were no different. Your form fell limp only once he had taken what he wanted, he could feel the soft twisted workings of magic that latched to his form. The chains snapped easily with the boost of stolen magic, and carefully he cupped the exhausted fae in his hand. They twitched, blinking blearily at him as slowly he closed his fingers around them, crushing them would be nothing, he doubted they’d even make a peep.

Though the sparks of magic that lingered on their skin would be out of reach if he did. How many fae still lived in this age, when would he find the next fae? Best he treasured you until your replacement found their way into his grasp. He settled your form onto his shoulder, only satisfied when your little hands tangled their way into his hair, securing you in place.

Your little form leaned against his neck, the soft babbling of your language echoing through the prison as he moved for the door. The subtle clink of armor echoed beyond, guards waiting to hand their lives over to him. The fates had truly turned their heads in his favor.