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They call me heathen... but I have a god.
His name is Megatron.
Such a pretty mech <3
since you seem like you're a Knock Out expert and you can draw, do you have any of your own ideas for his RID2015 design? just out of curiosity
well i wouldn’t call myself an expert but yes, i have ideas
Hands down one of the coolest movies ever created.
Characters: Max Rockatansky and Furiosa
Media: Mad Max: Fury Road (2015)
Played by: Tom Hardy and Charlize Theron
Setting: 1980s, apocalyptic Victoria
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not any specific character.. or maybe he is.. i just wanted to showcase how intense cybernetic body modifications can get. that is if ya got the money for that.. or if it’s done illegally.
I just think it’s really sexy how Starscream’s voice deepens whenever he’s being evil.
“Are you autobot or decepticon?”
“Neither.”
A - Z Megatron X Reader
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Mentions of death, alien blood
Megatron/Reader(You) as an onlooker in the crowd at the Pits of Kaon
C is for Champion
Your optics watch as he pushes himself up to his full, glorious height, the body of his most recent opponent lifeless at his pedes. His wounds seep a steady stream of energon, but he doesn’t let it deter him. The frenzied din of the crowd slowly dies down, until everyone is on the edge of their seat, waiting for him to speak.
His voice breaks the silence like the coming of a storm.
“Brothers… sisters… for too long we’ve suffered, neglected in this festering waste of a city, cast aside by those who call themselves our betters. For too long they’ve reaped the benefits of our labor while we rust and perish! But no more...”
Your spark pulses a little harder at the promise in those words… a promise for something better. A change that was long overdue.
The gladiator gazed upon his audience, lifting his servos as he went on, “Soon there will come a time when the High Council will be made to face justice for the crimes they have committed. When that time comes… you will all need to make a choice. Will you stand with us, when we rise to fight for our freedoms?”
The collective voice of the crowd cried out in affirmation.
“Will you stand with us, when we take our plight to their doorstep?”
Again the crowd responded with a rallying cry, growing louder and more sure.
The silver behemoth curled his digits into fists. “Will you stand with us, when we shatter this system of oppression?!”
By this point everyone was on their pedes, and again the arena erupted into cheers. You were no exception, your gaze never wavering from the proud figure that stood at the center of it all. His words never failed to inspire, and as the thundering chant of his name grew and grew to the point where you were sure that it echoed through every crevice and corner of Kaon, you let yourself hope that he was the champion you all needed.
I can genuinely empathize with Megatron during this portion of his life. As someone who is an avid supporter of human rights movements, I imagine I would have been right there in the crowd, chanting along with everyone else.
*unintelligible gibberish*
Starscream thigh appreciation~
Ugh, the talent!!
Fun lil sketch commission for @helthehatter for their fic :3
A - Z Megatron X Reader
Rating: Mature
Warnings: violence and death, innuendo, destruction
Megatron/Reader(You) as a neutral during the war
B is for Begging
You pushed with every ounce of strength left in you at the massive slab of debris that pinned you in place, cringing when it shifted minimally, revealing how severe the damage to your leg was. Plating was cracked and curled, pulled away from the mesh and cables beneath, all of which looked severed and mangled. It was hard to tell if it was salvageable with energon pooling so quickly in the wound, making it impossible to properly assess. Your helm was spinning, vision flickering as you came dangerously close to passing out. You shook yourself and continued to push, knowing that going into stasis now would result in you draining out.
Primus it hurt, so fragging much!
Nowhere was safe anymore, war creeping across the planet faster than a rust plague. All around you came the sounds of others as they stumbled through the wreckage, along with the ever present siren that blared in the distance. Your called out for help as you continued to attempt freeing the trapped appendage.
Suddenly there was a sharp cry, followed by the panicked scrambling and screams of many other bots. From your place on the ground, you pushed yourself up minimally, peering over the mound of rubble to see what was happening. Your spark nearly stopped as you saw the soldiers, noted the insignia that decorated their frames.
Decepticons.
Snapping your mouth shut, you threw yourself back down, trying to control your shaking as you were forced to listen to them mercilessly gun down civilians. Soon enough there were no more voices, only the shuffle of pedesteps and the shifting of debris as they searched for other survivors. Several kilks passed in aching slowness, and for a brief, glimmering moment you hoped they would miss you, until a soft, whispering hum drew nearer. You gaped in horror as a small airborne figure flew overhead, stopping as it noticed you. The creature let out a low whir, and soon after a dark, angular mech appeared from the same direction, pausing to look down at you. You shivered, noting the way he moved nearly soundlessly, and the visor that concealed his face. The little deployer hovered closer before returning to its larger host, fixing itself neatly against his chest plating.
He turned away from you, making no move to attack. You hadn’t the time to feel relieved as the sound of another approaching made you instantly queasy, your tank churning at their heavy steps rocked the very ground beneath you. When his hellish red optics met yours... you knew in an instant who you were looking at. You’d seen his likeness portrayed everywhere since before the war had even started, but there was nothing that could’ve prepared you for this. Seeing him in person, here, in front of you, sent fear like you’d never known into every inch of your frame.
He assessed you for a moment, scanning you for what you could only assume was an insignia of your own. When he found none he scowled. It was no secret he despised neutrals, some might argue even more than he despised Autobots. He found their unwillingness to participate in the war cowardly. When he reached down you thought for certain you were done for, but then he grabbed hold of the debris holding you in place and lifted it with ease. While the fact you were no longer being crushed was a positive development, the instant the pressure on your leg disappeared the circulation of energon began anew, spurting from your wound and bringing with it a whole new wave of pain.
You hissed, reaching up to clutch at your leg and fumbling to stifle the flow. His massive servo slipped around your neck a moment later, hoisting you off the ground. You released the injury to pry futilely at his digits as they began to tighten, optics going wide as you realized his intent. Your frame dangled from his grasp, one functioning leg kicking in a pitiful fashion as he began to crush you.
“P-Please!!” you whimpered.
He laughed deeply. “There is no room for indecision in a war.”
Your struggles did not seem to hinder him in the slightest, the enormous mech watching your plight with twisted satisfaction. Again you pleaded, “No! I don’t w-want to offline. Please! Please stop!”
His grip tightened ever so slightly, and you cried out as you felt the sharp edges of his claws slice the cabling of your neck.
“Are you prepared to become of use to me?”
The only thing you could think of in that moment was survival, and you gave a weak nod. His grin was sinister, as he turned and deposited you in the servos of two soldiers. Megatron nodded to the slightly smaller mech at his side, whose visor flashed a series of coordinates before a groundbridge opened up just a ways ahead.
“Ensure this one is taken to our medic immediately. They are in need of repair.”
As you’re hauled away, he speaks to you once more, his words ominously low. “Let’s see how sweetly you can beg when you’re functioning at full capacity.”
A part of you wishes you’d just let him off you.
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I just want to say I thoroughly look forward to your scenarios and quotes. They give me life.
Thanks! I've never actually had blogs before this, so i'm not very experienced...
Thanks for the compliment tho! It means a lot to me!
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(i dont know how to respond... I’ve never had a ask box before...)
(pleas healp)
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A - Z Megatron x Reader Series
Part one of my A-Z reader/Megatron drabble challenge. There’s a little something in here for all tastes, though many of these are going to be graphic in one way or another. Ratings will be posted for each installation, as will warnings, so please read them to avoid anything you might not want to see.
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: sexual situations
Megatron/Reader(You) in the role of his subordinate: mild bondage, sticky interfacing, Megatron being an a**hole, kinda/sorta manipulation and dubious consent.
A is for Arch
“Higher.”
“My lord, I-I can’t.”
“I don’t want your excuses. I said… higher.”
Bent over the railing, servos secured behind your back, you could hardly move. Still, disobeying an order was not something that would go unpunished, so you pressed your weight into the bar and pushed up onto the very tips of your pedes, backstrut curving up to an almost impossible angle.
“Better.”
The pleased timbre of his voice sent shivers along your circuits, so you held the position, jaw clenching as you fought to maintain it. Steady digits traced up the back of your tibulen with agonizing slowness, drawing nearer and nearer to your interface panel. A frustrated hiss slipped from your vocal processor as he bypassed the region, large servos cupping your hip plating.
“Open.”
Eager paneling parted without hesitation. The lubricant that had been gathering there for some time slips out, streaming down the inside of your right tasset. You hear him kneel behind you, tense as his glossa traces the wet trail upward to the joint of your leg and chassis, where the deadly points of his denta nip none-too-gently at the cabling there. A slight chirp escapes you, and he chuckles menacingly as he pulls himself to his full, towering height once more. You hear the metallic slide of his spike casing retract, feel the blunt tip of him as he presses into your valve. Helm tilting, you look up at him as he leans over you, placing his servos on the wall above as he angles his hips forward, spearing you onto the length of his spike. Pressed tightly against the railing, you cannot withdraw, and are forced to seat him fully in one hard stroke. A startled cry is lodged in your voice box, optics widening in shock at the mixture of pleasure and pain. You think to yourself that – while you’d hated his teasing at the time – you were certainly glad for it now. Being any less lubricated would have no doubt resulted in the severe tearing of your lining, and given the intense look he wore you doubted your lord would have bothered to stop even if that had been the case.
Megatron gives you only a second to adjust before withdrawing and surging forward again, his powerful thrust coupled with his superior size lifting you straight off the ground, your aft cradled perfectly in the curve of his pelvic plating. This time a shout manages to escape, along with a string of unintelligible gibberish as your master quite literally rails the sense out of you.
Given that you’re servos are bound and your pedes are no longer on the floor, you can do little else but feel as the war machine behind you brings you to heights of sensation you’ve never experienced and then proceeds to smash right through the ceiling and keep on going. You don’t know how many times you overload before he finally tenses against you, spike pulsing as he reaches his own peak.
There is a moment of silence before he steps away, and you slide rather gracelessly off the railing and onto the ground, his transfluid and your lubricant puddling beneath your shaking frame. Horrified, you scramble to rise, trying your best not to slip in it. When you finally do manage to stand, Megatron steps behind you and pinches the bonds holding your servos, disabling them and storing the device away in his subspace before he shoots you a stern look and orders, “Clean this up and return to your duties.”
Flustered and disoriented, you stammer, “Y-yes, my liege!” You couldn’t even find the decency to care about how terribly he treated his subordinates as you knelt to do just that, your processor helpfully reminding you that no one… and I mean no one, fragged like Megatron.
Amazeballs!
I have the hardest time with robuts. They are SUPER hard to draw! Mixing fandoms here, but Skyfire was based on the Macross Valkyrie, so I think I can have my favorite Legioss with a pseudo transformer logo? Also, I do not love the trans flag colors, outside of the flag. They are hard color theme to work with, IMO.
Amazing. Just sensational.
welcome to my rare pair hell
These two are the sweetest
I still can’t believe that these two dorks imported from Transformers Prime are the 2nd pair of canon robots husbands in the IDW comics. They aren’t just window dressing either! There’s a story behind the vain, high speed racer that married a guy who is considered inferior by his whole culture. I want to see it play out so badly!
Knockout and Breakdown are precious and deserve all the love.
I died. Why is this so funny? 😂
Smokescreen: Ow! My armkle!
Megatron: Your what
Ultra Magnus: His wrist.
Take me back to my childhood <3
I’m rewatching a childhood classic. >:3c
