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Roblox drawing

shapeless, formless, violent, naked, mechanical trauma

£300 of degeneracy

This comic by @megatronfangirl has haunted me for years and I finally got hit by just enough mania (and cramps) to put together a full dub.

Thank you so much for letting me play!

you think minimus has ever accidentally tripped in the magnus armour and it just, like,, breaks into pieces like lego? 

Where are you seat?

( if you asking to me, I will choose Pharma of course)

me vibrating at frequencies bc I’m constantly holding back from infodumping abt transformers lore to any poor soul that speaks to me

A collection of some of the best James Roberts' Tweets:

Context for last tweet:

Not a Jro tweet but, the tweet and responses are too good not to share:

Meg

ドナテッラ

Good evening, I was wondering about TFA Prowl with fangs?

MTMTE vol 42 ending summarized in 7 seconds

did anyone do this yet

This specific frame of Blitzwing.

“Blitzwing, it's three in the morning..”

Blitzwing x Cybertronian!Reader

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The sounds of the abandoned mine the Decepticons call home are muffled by the wall of their quarters.

They lay on their berth, fading into recharge after a long solar cycle, peacefully listening to their surroundings as their optics shut.

Until that peace is interrupted by their door sliding open and a shadow looming over their position.

“What..?” They groan, optics opening with a halfhearted tired glare at whoever entered their quarters at this time of night, meeting the optics of the triple changer, Blitzwing's blue face.

He stares at them, standing in their doorway, unmoving, watching them before his faceplates spin to the inky black face that always entails chaos.

“Wake up, I want to show you something!” He shakes their shoulder, trying to get them up.

“Blitzwing, it's three in the morning..” They grumble as they sit up, rubbing their optics of recharge.

“Yes but liquid is falling from the sky!” He grins at them, well, tries to grin considering his jack-o'-lantern like mouth.

“..what?” They squint at him, questioning if he's pulling their leg or not.

Instead of responding, Blitzwing drags them from their berth, pulling them out of their room much to their displeasure and grogginess. He drags them through the caves and halls of the abandoned mine, leading them outside with excitement.

“Look!” He hops a little in excitement as he pulls them to look outside the mouth of the mine.

Liquid was in fact falling from the clouds above, a serene silence filling the forest around them as no organic creatures make so much as a peep. The liquid falls onto their metal frames with a soft pitter-patter noise, it was strangely beautiful, it was calm for once in their many stellar cycles of living.

They watched the falling rain, enamored by it as Blitzwing stands by their side, his servo holding their servo still. The clicking and then spinning of faceplates breaks them out of their trance, looking up at him, meeting his red optics.

“Strangely beautiful, isn't it..” He spoke in a calm tone, voicing the same thing they thought of when seeing it for the first time, looking down at them as the rain water drips off their metal frames.

They nod, looking back up at the cloudy night sky, feeling his servo hold their own a little tighter as he also looks back up at the sky, both just enjoying the moment of peace that broke through the war that still rages on.

They'll just enjoy this small moment together, the peace and the calm of the rain, holding each other's servos as they watch the clouds far above them.

could you mayhaps draw Blitzwing my beloved? 🫶

bliwing! i'm not so hot on blitzbee nowadays but i do really enjoy blitzwing in tfa, he's very handsome to me

Lost Light Crew PowerPoint Night

Megatron: We meet again, Prick. Prowl: It's Prowl, actually. Megatron: Prick.

HIS BEEF?

tailgate doesn't rlly uhhhh look before he speaks

Rodimus: Whirl, I need your help.

Whirl: That’s not really my skill set. I’m much better at hindering efforts.

Rodimus: That’s perfect, I’m trying to mess up an opportunity.

Whirl: Perfect!

Things got a bit too real

Clip studio? Sai? Nah, thx, I'll have Roblox

Ahaha, never understood perspective😙

Also, close-ups, cuz Roblox can't possibly give me a high quality screenshot

This is actually an old piece yeeeeah... 😗

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.

IRON GIANT 2

Optimus prime x human

Warnings: none.

Word count: 2.3k

Is this becoming one of my favourite pieces? Yes, it is. So enjoy more of the dadimus agender.

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It's nearly a week later when the sound of little footsteps echo through the forest again. Optimus had taken to using the cave as a sanctuary, he was away from people, war and causing anymore harm; it was his peaceful spot to coexist with the life of earth. He had taken to watching his step a lot more. 

"Oppy!, Oppy!" The voice of the child calls out in the forest from different areas of the small meadow. Optimus onlined his optics slowly as familiar foot fall neared, accompanied by an eager call he had not expected to hear again so soon. Unfurling from his rest against the cave wall, he peered out into the dappled forest light just in time to see the youngling break into the clearing, they continued calling out. 

"Here, little spark," he rumbled gently, not wishing to startle. His chassis gave a rumble of quiet amusement as they raced over to grasp a digit in childish enthusiasm, peering up at him through delicate facial features wrought only for joy and new discovery. 

"Oppy! I knew I'd find you!" they declared proudly, patting his hand. Pars working, I come to play! You wanna see berris? I picked pretty colours for you!" Bright optics shone with innocent invitation, as if this massive metal being was not so different from the little one smiling up at him. 

Settling back with a faint creak, Optimus regarded them fondly. "I would be honoured to see your findings, little one." The child slowly rummages through their pockets pulling out crumpled flowers, berries, rocks and dirt, eagerly showing it to the Large bot who's hand they sit on. "Oh look, look! I drew this for you!" They exclaimed as they pulled out a drawing. It's a crude yet adorable child drawing of Optimus. "It's You!" They state proudly.

Optimus gingerly accepted the well-worn offering, optics crinkling with gentle humour and affection as he examined the unmistakably drawing of himself, however simplified.

"You have quite the artistic talent, little spark," he rumbled warmly, carefully stowing the drawing within his chassis to keep safe. "I shall treasure this." 

As they continued showing findings, however, his sensors pinged softly, noting the absence of their guardian. Brightening optics subtly scanned the trees, playing drones searching for any signs of the guardian... but none appeared. 

A faint thread of concern wove through his field. "Little one, where did you leave your carrier today?" he asked gently after a moment. "Oh, oh! Pars at home. Just the other side of the meadow!," another toothy grin spreads across their face. 

Optimus is more worried about the young child wandering off without their guardians knowledge, he slowly walks out into the sunlight with them in his hand. anxiety rising though his systems. They were too young yet to wander so freely alone in the forest unguided. 

Stepping carefully out into the dappled sunlight, he turned optics down to them and rumbled in his gentlest tones, "It is not safe for you to wander away from their carrier's care, little one. What if you stumbled upon dangers I was not near to help?." His voice is ever soft as he talks to them.  Shifting his hand, he lifted them up to optic level and tapped their tiny nose softly with a digit. "Let us return you home swiftly, less your guardian finds you missing." striding with utmost care and speed towards where he remembered the meadow lay. 

A set of eyes flicker up as they hear their loud steps, the crunching of branches and the loud voice of their child. They look up from working in a garden, planting vegetables. They look up worried for a second before seeing their child with the large red and blue robot. "Baby I told you, no going into the meadows without me!" They call out as they stand and begin walking towards Optimus. They are covered in a mix of soil, mulch and fertiliser. 

Optimus bowed his helm apologetically as the youngling's carrier approached with concern clear upon their features. Stopping a respectful distance away, he carefully lowered his hand and helped the little one slide to the ground between them. 

"Your child came to my shelter with gifts of drawings, yet when seeking their guardian’s presence I discovered them wandering alone and brought them swiftly back." He explains. 

They slowly check their child as they pull their cheek lightly. "No wandering without me baby, I mean it, what would have happened if Optimus wasn't there and you got hurt?" They ask the child. The little one just smiles at them without a care or worry. "Thank you Optimus, sorry they seem to have a skill with disappearing and finding trouble" they state with a sigh.

Optimus vented quietly, field radiating amusement. "No apology is needed," he rumbled gently. Turning down to the child now regarding him with less enthusiasm, he continued in a rumble barely louder than a murmur but meant only for young audials, "Your carrier speaks wisdom, little one. These forests hold wonders, but also perils for ones as small as you. Promise you'll not stray from home again, hmm?."

Rising once more to his full height, though still kneeling, he paused watching them together, there was something about this that made his spark ache. "Go have a bath bub" they state to their child giving them a quick kiss to the forehead. “ahhh par you are stinky!” They squeal and take off running into the house. "Bath!, bath!, bath!" They yell in excitement. It makes their parent sigh with a shake of their head. "Don't use all the Hot water!" They yell out.

Optimus' optics crinkled with gentle amusement as the child raced off squealing. his plating shifted in a subtle shrug. "Younglings possess a boundless energy and curiosity it appears," he rumbled. 

They slowly try wiping dirt off their face. "Can I get you anything, I'm not sure if you eat or drink but is there anything I can get you?"

"You know you don't have to stay in that cave, you're more than welcome to stay in the barn if you wish" they hum with a smile. For a moment Optimus was surprised by the thoughtful offer, not used to such easy generosity. His optics softened earnestly even as his sensors subtly noted details of the little homestead and its assorted life - taking in the moment watching the small farmhouse and barn, a small collection of many animals linger on the property.

"You are too kind," he rumbled gratefully. Although space within his plating felt... empty, lately, in ways repair and recharge did not mend. He lingers watching as They head inside, helping their child wash up. “ You know one of these days you're gonna get yourself in real trouble you know that kiddo” They huff as they scrub their back. Small giggles leave the child as they throw bubbles back. “But Oppy was out there I wanted to say hi!” They state. 

“and what would happen if he wasn't there, baby. You could have gotten hurt” they sigh. Slowly drying their kid off before letting them race around the house. Making dinner and getting them set for the night is a chore in itself. It's only when the phone rings do they let out a tired sigh, answering it. 

 "Yea, yea I can do that Murphy, I'll be in, in 30 just let me get dressed and put my kid to bed" they state. After the phone call they move around getting dressed quickly. "Baby I've gotta go to work, remember the rules about what to do if I'm not home?" They ask the child. "Mmhmm! I stay inside, lock the doors, don't answer for anyone but you, Par! Can Oppy stay and watch me please?" the little one asks with the biggest pleading eyes, still towelling off damp hair. "Please par? I promise to be good, and not wander, if Oppy watches till your home?" 

"I will ask him but you need to go to bed soon it's getting late" they state while pressing another kiss to their forehead. They are quickly out the door. "Sorry I've got to go to work, would you mind just watching them to make sure they don't wander" they ask softly to Optimus. As they head out to their car. 

"It is no trouble," he rumbled gently, bowing his massive helm in easy acceptance. Settling just outside where his pedes would not disturb soil, Optimus' optics dimmed in contentment as he slowly sank to sit beside the house. "Oppy, watch a movie?" They ask while moving the TV so Optimus can watch through the window. 

his optics flicker gently toward the tiny gaze regarding him through the transparent barrier. "As you wish, little one," he rumbled softly, dipping his chin in a nod. Adjusting his massive bulk carefully so as not to shake the dwelling's foundation, he folded his pedes aside and rested intake against powerful arms, 

 The starting of the movie, excitedly showing him the Iron Giant. “Look look its you!” they say excitedly while pointing to the metal man on screen. " He comes from space just like you!" They state excitedly. Orion's optics brightened keenly as the child excitedly guided his attention to images upon the screen, quickly parsing scenarios and recognizing similarities between fictional depiction and aspects of his own frame and past. 

"Fascinating," he rumbled softly. Looking down with a gentle tilt of helm to meet shining eyes gazing up at him in awe, his field pulsed with warmth. "It would seem he and i are in similar situations." 

Turning audio receptors attentively back to the story unfolding, great hands carefully gathered tiny one closer within his palm, sheltering them in one massive digit as together they watched adventures of the unlikely bond between alien visitor and human child unfold. 

As the movie plays on they continue explaining things to Optimus. The large bot focuses in as the movie shows a little boy saving the large bot from a power plant and how their friendship slowly evolves. It makes him see the parallel with his own situation. As it gets to the scene with the Deer, it makes Optimus' spark ache, remembering what had happened only a week ago when he had stepped on a deer. “ Ah I see why you refer to me as the Iron Giant” he states ever so softly.  Within some time the child is asleep on the couch. Optimus can feel the rain clouds rolling in and decides it's time to retreat into the barn for the night. Transforming down into his alt mode, systems powered down into minimal low-energy mode as the rains began. The little one had drifted into recharge as intended, and his duty for now was fulfilled.

It's a peaceful night until the thunder starts. Cries break through the air. Setting Optimus fuel lines a blaze with true terror hearing the child crying out.

Optimus systems roared instantly back to full alert status at the first crack of thunder and subsequent crying, Transforming smoothly and silently into root mode once more, he began querying sensors for signs of harm - but quickly pinpointed the source as the small one rightfully frightened by nature's fury. The small patterns of foot fall along the wet ground echo's as they run into the barn, meeting his blue optics in fear. 

 "Little one, it is alright. Its only the sky." Holding out palm upturned, 

"It's scary, it's after me!" They cry out.A pang of sorrow shot through Optimus core at the terror in those tiny words, and he responded without pause - tiny arms had barely reached him before he folded massive digits as gently as his construction allowed around them, lifting and tucking them close to his broad chestplate in a cradling hold.

"Shh, little one," he murmured, the steadfast thrum of his own mighty spark resonating against their frame. "The thunder cannot harm you, I promise." he leaned carefully back against the barn walls, free hand coming up to form a shelter around them as the storm raged on outside. "Listen to my sparkbeat," he whispered through the noise, They pull their stuffy and blanket closer. Pressing themself into Optimus’ chest flinching every time the loud thunder echoes in the distance. Snuggling closer to him hoping he will chase away the monster in the storm.

Optimus core ached anew at each flinch of tiny form against his own, Curving lithe digits ever-so-carefully around the little one and their favoured possessions, he cradled them close as any carrier would. 

 "Listen to my pulse, little spark," he murmured softly between cracks above, voice a low, calm anchor in the chaos. "No monster dares face a Prime. I have you." Dipping his helm, Optimus brushed a tender kiss of metal against their head, They eventually fell back asleep snuggled against his form. He powers back down. Locking his systems so that no harm would come to them by him moving in recharge.

When dawn's light broke anew over gentle fields, his core pulsed gratitude for the reminder that life went ever on, even in darkness' wake. And as tiny optics fluttered open to his calm regard once more, he knew true purpose and solace would await wherever innocence required shelter and guardians stood watch.

It's very early morning when they finally arrive home, drained as the head towards the door keys in hand. When they go to open the door only to discover it's unlocked. Cold fear runs through their veins, they move towards the barn with speed. Optimus systems powered alertly at the barn door's opening, yet he remained as still as possible, not wishing to disturb the little one's recharge. Lifting weary optics, A digit raised gently to his intake. “shhhh” he calls out softly. 

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IRON GIANT Series

Enjoy some art I've done up for the Iron Giant fic for optimus because I couldn't help myself and really wanted to make something cute for this series with some art. So here we go.

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Minimus would absolutely love Frank Sinatra songs