#16 valve

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Subaru Vivio RX-R, 1992. A high-performance kei-car powered by a supercharged 658 cc EN07Z DOHC 4 cylinder engine limited to 66hp in order to stay within the limitations laid down by Japan's kei car legislation. The "Vivio" model name refers to the 660cc engine displacement written in Roman numerals (VI, VI, O). The RX-R was widely used for rallying in Japan.

[witchofthesouls]

I wish I had digital art skills because I'm haunted by The Primes' Rooster AU, such as:

The sheer hungry look by Liege Maximo licking up the mess upon Sentinel's thighs and pressing his mouth on the most perplexing valve anyone as come across.

A well-bitten Solus smoking a cigarette in the berth, a contented and well-bedded Megatronus next to her slipping on a nice drink through a straw, and Megatronus is sharing that with a slightly dented Sentinel who's between them and has his own super curly straw to sip the cocktail.

Quintus' labs with the Prime recording the procedures. A serious face in one frame, then a "Oh, someone's (it's Sentinel. He has permission to get inside and Quintus is too deep in Science to realize there's another person there.) messing with my valve. Well, the newsparks do need materials and I can't remember the last time I've eaten."

Alpha Trion and the Cybertronian version of Kama Sutra

Vector Prime distantly watching over others clanging with a glass of wine because of his voyeur kink

Sentinel with his own weapon forged by Solus herself. It's a cross between his canon sword and the Skyboom shield.

Short-king Sentinel with his tall-ass Primes and equally tall-ass teenage/adult children.

Starscream's and Sentinel's dramatic BEEF with each other. Literal cockfighting between these two.

And Rooster!Sentinel in Canon!verse, going "Look at me. I'm your sire/geni now." to Orion and D-16.

On one hand, pre-betrayal discovery is Rooster!Sentinel slinging the Cogless versions of two of his sons/grandsons over his shoulders. On the other hand, post-betrayal discovery is Sentinel versus Sentinel. D-16 won't bow before the false Prime, but he'll lower his face because of the resulting selfcest and the filthy, filthy commentary on Megatronus' (his hero's) sexual preferences. (The High Guard peanut gallery chiming in over Megatronus' getting his back blown by Solus and/or Prima.)

[transingthoseformers]

hello there, spike measuring contest anon here dropping a line i forgot to write:

who do you think wins? And does the winner get to test his spike on a valve?

You know, either would be funny I'll admit

And, to the second question, of course :)

[drugstorecowboi]

Slapshot: “Secrets” 16 Valve Hate (1995)

[andnowrotfront]

i hope exactly one more tf2 update comes out and it shuts down every valve server and uninstalls the game from everyones pc

[guerrilla-operator]

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[mostlysignssomeportents]

The US Copyright Office frees the McFlurry

I'll be in TUCSON, AZ from November 8-10: I'm the GUEST OF HONOR at the TUSCON SCIENCE FICTION CONVENTION.

I have spent a quarter century obsessed with the weirdest corner of the weirdest section of the worst internet law on the US statute books: Section 1201 of the Digital Millennium Copyright Act, the 1998 law that makes it a felony to help someone change how their own computer works so it serves them, rather than a distant corporation.

Under DMCA 1201, giving someone a tool to "bypass an access control for a copyrighted work" is a felony punishable by a 5-year prison sentence and a $500k fine – for a first offense. This law can refer to access controls for traditional copyrighted works, like movies. Under DMCA 1201, if you help someone with photosensitive epilepsy add a plug-in to the Netflix player in their browser that blocks strobing pictures that can trigger seizures, you're a felon:

https://lists.w3.org/Archives/Public/public-html-media/2017Jul/0005.html

But software is a copyrighted work, and everything from printer cartridges to car-engine parts have software in them. If the manufacturer puts an "access control" on that software, they can send their customers (and competitors) to prison for passing around tools to help them fix their cars or use third-party ink.

Now, even though the DMCA is a copyright law (that's what the "C" in DMCA stands for, after all); and even though blocking video strobes, using third party ink, and fixing your car are not copyright violations, the DMCA can still send you to prison, for a long-ass time for doing these things, provided the manufacturer designs their product so that using it the way that suits you best involves getting around an "access control."

As you might expect, this is quite a tempting proposition for any manufacturer hoping to enshittify their products, because they know you can't legally disenshittify them. These access controls have metastasized into every kind of device imaginable.

Garage-door openers:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/09/lead-me-not-into-temptation/#chamberlain

Refrigerators:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/06/12/digital-feudalism/#filtergate

Dishwashers:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/05/03/cassette-rewinder/#disher-bob

Treadmills:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/06/22/vapescreen/#jane-get-me-off-this-crazy-thing

Tractors:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/04/23/reputation-laundry/#deere-john

Cars:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/07/28/edison-not-tesla/#demon-haunted-world

Printers:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/08/07/inky-wretches/#epson-salty

And even printer paper:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/02/16/unauthorized-paper/#dymo-550

DMCA 1201 is the brainchild of Bruce Lehmann, Bill Clinton's Copyright Czar, who was repeatedly warned that cancerous proliferation this was the foreseeable, inevitable outcome of his pet policy. As a sop to his critics, Lehman added a largely ornamental safety valve to his law, ordering the US Copyright Office to invite submissions every three years petitioning for "use exemptions" to the blanket ban on circumventing access-controls.

I call this "ornamental" because if the Copyright Office thinks that, say, it should be legal for you to bypass an access control to use third-party ink in your printer, or a third-party app store in your phone, all they can do under DMCA 1201 is grant you the right to use a circumvention tool. But they can't give you the right to acquire that tool.

I know that sounds confusing, but that's only because it's very, very stupid. How stupid? Well, in 2001, the US Trade Representative arm-twisted the EU into adopting its own version of this law (Article 6 of the EUCD), and in 2003, Norway added the law to its lawbooks. On the eve of that addition, I traveled to Oslo to debate the minister involved:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/10/28/clintons-ghost/#felony-contempt-of-business-model

The minister praised his law, explaining that it gave blind people the right to bypass access controls on ebooks so that they could feed them to screen readers, Braille printers, and other assistive tools. OK, I said, but how do they get the software that jailbreaks their ebooks so they can make use of this exemption? Am I allowed to give them that tool?

No, the minister said, you're not allowed to do that, that would be a crime.

Is the Norwegian government allowed to give them that tool? No. How about a blind rights advocacy group? No, not them either. A university computer science department? Nope. A commercial vendor? Certainly not.

No, the minister explained, under his law, a blind person would be expected to personally reverse engineer a program like Adobe E-Reader, in hopes of discovering a defect that they could exploit by writing a program to extract the ebook text.

Oh, I said. But if a blind person did manage to do this, could they supply that tool to other blind people?

Well, no, the minister said. Each and every blind person must personally – without any help from anyone else – figure out how to reverse-engineer the ebook program, and then individually author their own alternative reader program that worked with the text of their ebooks.

That is what is meant by a use exemption without a tools exemption. It's useless. A sick joke, even.

The US Copyright Office has been valiantly holding exemptions proceedings every three years since the start of this century, and they've granted many sensible exemptions, including ones to benefit people with disabilities, or to let you jailbreak your phone, or let media professors extract video clips from DVDs, and so on. Tens of thousands of person-hours have been flushed into this pointless exercise, generating a long list of things you are now technically allowed to do, but only if you are a reverse-engineering specialist type of computer programmer who can manage the process from beginning to end in total isolation and secrecy.

But there is one kind of use exception the Copyright Office can grant that is potentially game-changing: an exemption for decoding diagnostic codes.

You see, DMCA 1201 has been a critical weapon for the corporate anti-repair movement. By scrambling error codes in cars, tractors, appliances, insulin pumps, phones and other devices, manufacturers can wage war on independent repair, depriving third-party technicians of the diagnostic information they need to figure out how to fix your stuff and keep it going.

This is bad enough in normal times, but during the acute phase of the covid pandemic, hospitals found themselves unable to maintain their ventilators because of access controls. Nearly all ventilators come from a single med-tech monopolist, Medtronic, which charges hospitals hundreds of dollars to dispatch their own repair technicians to fix its products. But when covid ended nearly all travel, Medtronic could no longer provide on-site calls. Thankfully, an anonymous hacker started building homemade (illegal) circumvention devices to let hospital technicians fix the ventilators themselves, improvising housings for them from old clock radios, guitar pedals and whatever else was to hand, then mailing them anonymously to hospitals:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/07/10/flintstone-delano-roosevelt/#medtronic-again

Once a manufacturer monopolizes repair in this way, they can force you to use their official service depots, charging you as much as they'd like; requiring you to use their official, expensive replacement parts; and dictating when your gadget is "too broken to fix," forcing you to buy a new one. That's bad enough when we're talking about refusing to fix a phone so you buy a new one – but imagine having a spinal injury and relying on a $100,000 exoskeleton to get from place to place and prevent muscle wasting, clots, and other immobility-related conditions, only to have the manufacturer decide that the gadget is too old to fix and refusing to give you the technical assistance to replace a watch battery so that you can get around again:

https://www.theverge.com/2024/9/26/24255074/former-jockey-michael-straight-exoskeleton-repair-battery

When the US Copyright Office grants a use exemption for extracting diagnostic codes from a busted device, they empower repair advocates to put that gadget up on a workbench and torture it into giving up those codes. The codes can then be integrated into an unofficial diagnostic tool, one that can make sense of the scrambled, obfuscated error codes that a device sends when it breaks – without having to unscramble them. In other words, only the company that makes the diagnostic tool has to bypass an access control, but the people who use that tool later do not violate DMCA 1201.

This is all relevant this month because the US Copyright Office just released the latest batch of 1201 exemptions, and among them is the right to circumvent access controls "allowing for repair of retail-level food preparation equipment":

https://publicknowledge.org/public-knowledge-ifixit-free-the-mcflurry-win-copyright-office-dmca-exemption-for-ice-cream-machines/

While this covers all kinds of food prep gear, the exemption request – filed by Public Knowledge and Ifixit – was inspired by the bizarre war over the tragically fragile McFlurry machine. These machines – which extrude soft-serve frozen desserts – are notoriously failure-prone, with 5-16% of them broken at any given time. Taylor, the giant kitchen tech company that makes the machines, charges franchisees a fortune to repair them, producing a steady stream of profits for the company.

This sleazy business prompted some ice-cream hackers to found a startup called Kytch, a high-powered automation and diagnostic tool that was hugely popular with McDonald's franchisees (the gadget was partially designed by the legendary hardware hacker Andrew "bunnie" Huang!).

In response, Taylor played dirty, making a less-capable clone of the Kytch, trying to buy Kytch out, and teaming up with McDonald's corporate to bombard franchisees with legal scare-stories about the dangers of using a Kytch to keep their soft-serve flowing, thanks to DMCA 1201:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/04/20/euthanize-rentier-enablers/#cold-war

Kytch isn't the only beneficiary of the new exemption: all kinds of industrial kitchen equipment is covered. In upholding the Right to Repair, the Copyright Office overruled objections of some of its closest historical allies, the Entertainment Software Association, Motion Picture Association, and Recording Industry Association of America, who all sided with Taylor and McDonald's and opposed the exemption:

https://arstechnica.com/tech-policy/2024/10/us-copyright-office-frees-the-mcflurry-allowing-repair-of-ice-cream-machines/

This is literally the only useful kind of DMCA 1201 exemption the Copyright Office can grant, and the fact that they granted it (along with a similar exemption for medical devices) is a welcome bright spot. But make no mistake, the fact that we finally found a narrow way in which DMCA 1201 can be made slightly less stupid does not redeem this outrageous law. It should still be repealed and condemned to the scrapheap of history.

Tor Books as just published two new, free LITTLE BROTHER stories: VIGILANT, about creepy surveillance in distance education; and SPILL, about oil pipelines and indigenous landback.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/10/28/mcbroken/#my-milkshake-brings-all-the-lawyers-to-the-yard

Image: Cryteria (modified) https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:HAL9000.svg

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[jweekgoji]

Can you do another part of yandere D-16, please 😭 I love the stories so much! Make us pleasure him so bad until he's wimpering, then tons of aftercare! And make us love him, not just a one-night stand 😭

Yandere!D-16/Reader

tw: some minot changes in canon, slight yandere themes, valve fingering (MDNI), gn!reader, D-16 has a valve, sub!D-16, soft dom!reader, power dynamic cogged!reader/cogless!d-16. word count: ~1650 a/n: this can be considered as a second part to this. but I think (??) it also can be related to this. probably somewhere between the other two I wrote before. there are a few similar requests about d-16, but I want to do all of them differently as much as my creativity lets me. tagging since I was asked: @that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main

The day D-16 met you felt like experiencing one of those vivid dreams he constantly had. His whole body was in pain; the loud ringing in the processor made his optics see the tiny stars circling around him in the air. Thank you, Pax, this is exactly how he wanted to spend his day! And totally not to ogle your sleek, shiny alt mode from his seat..!

Oh no, oh, Primus. You probably saw it all too, aren't you?

D-16 groaned in pain as he tried to sit up. He leaned his frame against the wall, holding onto the dented shoulder. Orion left him waiting here, all alone, as the blue-and-red mech tried to endlessly explain the situation they were in. The optimism this guy sometimes had...he can only pray in his mind that somehow you hadn't seen him failing on the race.

Maybe you had never noticed him, just passed through without paying attention. Yeah, this is more like true. After all, he's so  gray in every sense of the word; among all the other miner bots, how is he any different? Too small in this world to be noticed.

The day was a disaster of any means. The cold looks he received from other racers as he waited for the repair, that awkward meeting with Sentinel, and of course, Darkwing just had to be there too. The moment Orion and him leave this area and go back to mines, there's no escape from their supervisor. How much more lucky does he get today again?

D-16 was nervous to the core of his spark. The thoughts of “Why did I even follow him...especially on the day when Sentinel Prime arrived?” or “I hope they don't know it was me” flooding his mind.

Another worst thing was, you hadn't even won the race! Chromia got before you just in mere seconds, and the possibility of him, being the reason behind this fail only made D-16 sigh in disappointment. 

“You and your friend put on quite a show today,” your voice suddenly came from beside him.

D-16 almost jumped up from his seat at the sight of you, and for a moment, his spark stopped beating. He barely had time to process what you told him before suddenly, the little miner rises to his feet and looks up at you with those big optics.

You saw that his mouth was open, but not a single word came out from his mouth. The poor thing was so scared, he had so many thoughts running through his head, but he couldn't pick a single one to voice it to you. You could only calm him down slightly by holding your hands in the air, trying to show that you didn't mean any malice.

“I'm sorry, I probably ruined your chance of winning this race,” his optics ran his eyes around as if he was trying to find the right words to say to you. “I'm a big fan, and I would never want-”

“I was going to say that you two actually made this race a little more interesting than usual,” you interrupted him. “Racing against the same bots isn't as interesting as it used to be. I admire that.”

You admire him. D-16 falls silent again, but even though he's stopped saying anything then, his optics perfectly captured all the thoughts in his processor. Love.

He never thought he'd ever meet a bot in a higher position than him who would treat him with a speck of kindness. That brief moment when the Sentinel shook his hand was the first such occasion. His idol, standing right next to him, shook his hand. Somebody pinch him harder!

Then there was you. Someone who had always held a special place in his spark. So small, incredibly fragile in your hands, but every time D-16 is near you, it beats so hard, as if your mere presence is enough to give him more strength.

He doesn't know what you see in him. He's an ordinary and insignificant miner, there are hundreds if not thousands like him. Even Primus didn't give him any bright colors.

He never had a chance to think about standards of beauty, certainly there was barely enough time to rest after hours of non-stop work. There were one time he could hear the conversation between the supervisors as they discussed the celebrities of Iacon. Blurr, Windblade, Rosanna, they all just glowed in relation to the dull, battered frames of his coworkers, definitely not the ideal of beauty that exists on Cybertron.

And yet, here you are, right next to him, and your hands are holding him so gently, so close to your chassis. He moans softly as you move your fingers inside him. Only two, no more, no matter how often he begged and whimpered for you to add another, you always denied him.

“Just relax and feel every touch from me,” you kiss the corner of his mouth softly.

Right. Calm down, D. You're already giving him too much time, begging you for more would be wrong, he doesn't want to seem pushy to you. If this continues, you'll just get disappointed in him and walk away.

“Mgggh...!” D-16 instinctively arched his back. A loud, needy moan once again escapes his lips.

Sometimes he feels like, aside from your obvious charm, you can definitely read his mind, and your every slightest movement is calculated to make him forget his rank.

He's so wet, the lube coating your fingers and already managing to slowly flow down his inner thighs. For a second, you think about just flipping him over on his back and burying your head between his legs, making him scream and beg to give him a break from the endless round of overloads you're giving him.

But no, that would be too much for the first time, wouldn't it? You don't want to scare the poor, little miner away with your twisted thoughts. Not now, anyway.

In the time it takes you to give yourself to daydream, D-16 only gets more impatient. Moving his hips, he practically fucks himself with your fingers. His head is thrown back, and the servos cling tightly to your shoulders, squeezing gently, each time he lowers his own body down.

He feels so full, but that small, carnal desire for more can't help but pollute his mind. More, more, please give him more. Perhaps because of a sliver of fear that you're about to leave again, he'll be left alone and with nothing, and all he'll have are memories. He wants to get as much as he can while there's still a chance.

“Careful, or you'll hurt yourself,” you gently lay your other servo on his waist.

Tiny. You can't help but want to run your finger over every little bump on his body, every little rough edge...something about him fascinates you, that slight naivety and eagerness to make you proud. He's just hard to say no to.

You gently guide his movements. He's inexperienced, but the desire for something more, even though he hardly knows what he's doing, clouds his mind. You feel his tight, small valve squeezing your digits like a vise. His initially quiet, needy meows grow louder, and by the little blush on his cheeks, you realize he's embarrassed.

“Can I overload? Please,” he whimpers shyly, hiding his face in the curve of your neck. “Ahhh...I'm so sorry, I can't take it anymore.”

How sweet. You've convinced him so many times that it's okay, he shouldn't have to keep hiding his pretty face every time you hold him like this. You don't care what position he takes, miner or not, you want him to feel like an equal. He deserves to be pleasured just as much. To love and be loved.

You nod, making a mental note to talk to him about it later. His habit of pleasing bots ranking above him just kills you.

D-16 wraps his arms around your neck, leaning slightly closer, as much as he can. He so wishes it was your spike instead of your fingers, stretching his valve with every thrust.

But he'll never admit it, he'd rather take whatever you offer him, because he loves you so much. Every touch from you, every glance in his direction, it's all so overwhelming.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you-” he repeats over and over, his hips desperately meeting every thrust of your fingers inside him.

You feel him squeeze your digits again, his breathing halting for a moment before he exhales heavily and then nearly collapses on top of you.

D-16 leans his forehead against yours, closing his optics to slowly gather his thoughts. You barely move your fingers, still deep inside him, and even a slight twitch earns a whimper from him. Still very sensitive, you should definitely work on his stamina.

You gently take his chin, tilting his head up to give him a small kiss. He moans softly, but reciprocates the kiss.

D-16 has never seemed plain to you. Unusually strong despite his height and lack of t-cog, his body covered in many scratches after cycles of hard work. But now you are treating him with such care.

 He cherishes it so much. Sometimes he wonders if you have any idea how many times he's touched himself, with you in mind? How an embarrassingly lot of pictures of you he keeps plastered all over the wall? I guess that's a question for another day.

You may not have won the race, but you got more than that today.

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Lancia Rally 037 Gruppo B, 1983. This is the actual Martini Racing 037 similar to the car that won the 1983 WRC, the last rear-wheel-drive car to do so. The 037 refers to Abarth's project code: SE037. It was developed by Lancia's rally team in collaboration with Pininfarina, Abarth, Dallara and project manager, engineer Sergio Limone. It was based on the Pininfarina-designed Lancia Montecarlo though seared only the centre-section and some body panels. The Montecarlo's transverse mid/rear engine was turned through 90º and moved forward for better weight distribution and to allow more flexibility with the rear suspension design. It was powered by a supercharged version of the Fiat's 2.0 litre DOHC 16 valve that produced 265hp

[tf-kinktober2024]

Transformers Kinktober 2024 prompt list. Transcript under the cut:

1. Exhibitionism, Filming/Photographing

2. Spanking, Frame Modifications

3. Power Play, Gags

4.  Roleplay, Insecticons

5. Wet & Messy, Group Sex

6. First Time, Blindfolds

7. Plug & Play, Sex Toys

8. Medical Play, Fisting

9. Spike Worship, Overstimulation

10. Spark Play, Oviposition

11. Dirty Talk, Autobot/Decepticon

12. Edging, Noncon/Dubcon

13. Beastformers, Tentacles

14. Dom/Sub, Free Use

15. Bot/Human, Hatesex

16. Voyeurism, Robogore

17. Valve Worship, Masochism

18. Bondage, Somnophilia

19. Alt Form Sex, Vore

20. Praise Kink, Monsterfucking

21. Phone Sex, Captor/Prisoner

22. Size Difference, Predacons

23. Sex Pollen, Public Humiliation

24. Oral Fixation, Stuck

25. Seduction, Size Kink

26. Electricity Play, Watersports

27. Pet Play, Anonymous Sex

28. Bathing, Knife Play

29. Secret Identity, Minicons

30. Femmedom, Riding

31. Wild card!

[covid-safer-hotties]

Also preserved in our archive

"No big deal." "Just a cold." "Back to normal."

The proportion of babies born with a congenital heart abnormality increased by 16 per cent after the first year of the pandemic, according to research at City St George's, University of London and published today in Ultrasound in Obstetrics and Gynecology.

Heart defects are the most common type of anomaly that develop before a baby is born, with around 13 babies diagnosed with a congenital heart condition every day in the UK and impacting one in 110 births globally . These include defects to the baby's heart valves, the major blood vessels in and around the heart, and the development of holes in the heart.

In over 18 million births, researchers analysed data from US birth certificates from the Centre of Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) between December 2016 and November 2022 to evaluate the effect of the pandemic on the number of babies born with a congenital heart defect.

They compared the number of babies born with a congenital heart condition every month before the Covid-19 pandemic (1st December 2016 to 30th November 2019) with those during the pandemic (1st December 2020 to 30th November 2022).

This data was then compared to the number of babies born with Down's Syndrome - a genetic condition not affected by the virus. This was to help ascertain if any differences observed might have been due to Covid-19, or if they were a result of other factors including limited access to antenatal services during the pandemic.

A total of 11,010,764 births before and 7,060,626 births during the pandemic were analysed. Data was adjusted to account for mother's BMI, diabetes and blood pressure before pregnancy, age, number of times they had given birth and the season in which prenatal care started.

The number of births with a congenital heart condition increased by 16% after the first year of the pandemic, with 65.4 cases per 100,000 live births compared to 56.5 per 100,000 births in the period studied before the pandemic.

The number of babies born with Down Syndrome did not change for the duration of the study, suggesting that the increase in fetal heart defects were not due to a disruption of health services.

Studying this large US dataset has revealed an unexpected picture for how the pandemic has affected the hearts of unborn babies, but we need to untangle the reasons for this link. We need to determine if the SARS-CoV-2 virus directly causes the development of fetal heart problems during pregnancy, and if so, how the virus makes these changes in the heart.

We don't have this type of data set available in the UK, but it's important to see if this pattern is seen in other parts of the world.

Covid-19 is still circulating and is easier to catch in the winter months. These results act as an important reminder for pregnant women to get their Covid-19 vaccinations to help protect themselves and their baby."

Professor Asma Khalil, lead author and Professor of Obstetrics and Maternal Fetal Medicine at City St George's, University of London

Source: City St George's, University of London

Journal reference: Khalil, A., et al. (2024). Congenital heart defects during COVID‐19 pandemic. Ultrasound in Obstetrics & Gynecology. doi.org/10.1002/uog.29126. obgyn.onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/epdf/10.1002/uog.29126

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1930 Ford Highboy Coupe

There’s always lots of detail work with any build and this ’30 Ford highboy coupe is no exception. Look closely and you will find Craftworks Fabrication handmade steel motor mounts. The license plate and valve covers were painted by Jeremy Seanor of Luckystrike Designs. He also painted all the accompanying engine and tranny parts. The powdercoat was handled by Pittsburgh Powder Coat while the chrome plating was conducted by Jon Wright’s Custom Chrome Plating.

The chassis is comprised of a Roadster Shop custom frame that was stepped, stretched, and features contoured ’32 Ford-style framerails. It was also then boxed, capped, and has hole punch flared front framehorns. From here the frame is outfitted with a Super Bell 4-inch drop, drilled and plated I-beam axle, low-profile monoleaf spring with Ridetech tubular shocks paired to custom-made drilled billet radius rods from Johnson’s Hot Rod Shop. Steering falls to the Flaming River box and a LimeWorks Hot Rod column topped with a four-spoke Billet Specialties Sprint Car–style leather-wrapped wheel. In back there’s a Currie 9-inch rearend outfitted with 3.70 gears, 31-spline axles, QA1 coilovers, a Pete & Jakes Panhard bar, and a parallel four-link setup. Braking is a combination of disc/drum front to rear. The forward braking dark gray–painted Wilwood Dynalite calipers are neatly hidden behind the Pete & Jakes finned backing plates. While in back the 9-inch is outfitted with 11-inch brakes, this time hidden beneath the SO-CAL Speed Shop finned drums all the while the chassis rides on a full set of 16-inch Dayton wire wheels wrapped with Coker/Excelsior rubber measuring 5.50R16 in front and 7.00R18 in the back.

All hot rods have something fun settled between the ’rails and beneath the hood (well if they have a hood). In the case of our ’30 Ford highboy coupe it sure appears to be a vintage Ford Y-block but after more than a cursory look we begin to see the telltale signs that there’s something more. Indeed, while it may look like a Ford it truly is a 376-inch LSX iron block, with aluminum heads and ARP studs, plus adapter-equipped small-block Ford (Windsor) valve covers all from Don Hardy Race Cars and then assembled by Talik and Marc Mullin. The intake is an Edelbrock LS dual quad with a pair of Thunder AVS EnduraShine carbs dressed in OTB air cleaners. Delivering the gas from the Tanks stainless reservoir is an Earl’s Performance billet fuel pump. More engine accessories include an MSD 6AL box to go along with the MSD billet Ford small-block distributor that functions through a timing cover adapter from Chevrolet Performance all the while using an MSD coil and Lokar vintage plug wires. Powermaster also supplied the alternator and starter, the battery is an XS Power AGM, and a Wegner Motorsports water pump is used as well as a Wegner front accessory drive unit. This 500-plus hp V-8 utilizes custom headers made at Craftworks Fabrication based on Ultimate Headers LS header flanges. The pseudo-Ford small-block is backed up to a TCI StreetFighter 700-R4 with a 2,800-stall speed converter operated by a Lokar shifter. The trans cooler comes by way of Derale Performance and moves the power through a 3-inch-diameter custom-made driveshaft.

[scrunckled-idiot]

RANDOM ART DUMP FROM OVER THE YEARS!

wanted to post this weeks ago but forgor. enjoy :)

photoshoot with the spy i made for my mum (she added it to her shrine of me)

2. the smaller spy i made for myself

3. pootis figure (i also made one for my mum)

4. my chewable bbgs wrench (engineer)

5. the sandvich

6. T H E S E A L

7. Archimedes

8. golden pan

9. pocket medic

10. tf2 birthday cake

11. bonk soda cherry fizzon can

12. my very well-loved sniper mug

13. BUCKET!

14. my personal favorite... solly!

15. my very first tf2 fan art, inspired after watching expiration date. i think this is my most valuable one to me, even with its tacky look. i remember watching experation date and meet the team shorts when i was a little girl and having no clue what they were (thinking they were part of a tv series. godamn it valve). i was already into tf2 without even knowing what it was back then.

16. bonus solly with the tumor bread

[mychlapci]

So I heard MegOp and decided to go crazy. This is, for once, not TFA but is instead TF1. Without further ado, introducing… Orion Pax being a pervert for D-16.

Ever since Orion had met D, he became obsessed with him. His eyes, his lips, his waist, his hips, his chassis.. everything. Many time he has imagined tearing off his chassis to reveal his large refineries and then taking a breast into his mouth and suckling the energon from it while D writhes and whines in pleasure. Other times he imagines impaling him on his spike and watching him squirt and cream himself to unconsciousness. He is a complete mess for D. He knows this. EVERYONE knows this. All the other miners are aware of his attraction to D.. but D himself. He’s pretty oblivious to Orion’s perverse behavior and just assumed that he was just being nice.

Moving on, it’s pretty common for miners to bathe together, especially with friends, so when D asks Orion to come and bathe with him he just means it in a friendly way.

Meanwhile, Orion is struggling not to cum on the spot at the thought of seeing D naked.

They end up in the washracks together, and Orion nearly dies from spark failure when D took off his armor to reveal a plump body with massive refineries and a very large aft (yes it do jiggle when he walks), the only part left covered being his valve panel. It was teasing in the worst way. Orion sheds off his own armor and joins his friend in the washracks.

Orion is mesmerized and painfully hard behind his spike paneling at the sight of the solvent running down his plump breasts, beading up at the tip of his nozzles, then falling down to the floor. He tries his best to properly bathe himself while watching his best friend shamelessly rub foamy soap all over his body. Once D was done cleaning the parts he could reach, he then asked Orion if he could get his back innocently, unaware of his friend literally cumming untouched in his panels at the thought of it. Orion shakily washes his back, in bliss at the feeling of his best friend’s meshy body underneath his servos and unconsciously going lower than he was supposed to, almost near his aft. D doesn’t comment on his weird behavior, and is actually sort of into it.

Once they both finish and the soap is washed off their bodies Orion stays behind and tells D to go up ahead and he’ll catch up. Once D is gone, he uses the time to wash the sticky transfluid from his panels.

I can’t stop thinking about Orion accidentally flashing D with his spike after he got a bit too excited about him touching him and D, seeing how hard and pent up he is and how embarrassed Orion is about this, offers to help him out. It’s not uncommon for miners to help each other relieve themselves of their sexual urges and tension, so D had no problem with doing this.

Orion on the other hand, nearly passed out.

D has Orion leaning against a wall in a secluded part of the mines while is on his knees stroking his cock up to full length. Once satisfied, D only puts the tip in his mouth, swirling it with his tongue and teasing the slit while Orion bites on his servo to not make noise. He only takes the full thing in his mouth when Orion growls at him with gritted teeth to stop teasing him. D only raises a brow but goes in anyways.

D’s mouth is heavenly. Orion struggled to not overload on the spot as his friend bobbed his head up and down while making the most obscene sucking and slurping noises. D, not wanting to keep the others waiting for so long, sucks harshly and that was enough to make Orion fall apart overloading, leg struts quivering and loud moans muffled against his hand as his eyes roll back shut. D gulped down as much of his spend as possible before getting up and stepping away to lick up the spend that had gotten on his hand so it didn’t go to waste.

Orion almost came again at the sight.

D, after helping his friend get settled, told Orion that if he ever got hard and needed a way to relieve himself, to come to him so he could help him with it. With that he patted his shoulder and walked off to continue with his shift, leaving Orion looking shocked and more than a little turned on.

This happened plenty more times, until it came to a head when Orion finally broke and downright begged for him to have even a feel of his valve. D was very surprised at this turn of events but obliged anyways.

They had snuck off in the middle of the night to a secluded part of the mines to do it so they wouldn’t wake up the others. When Orion saw D’s panel retract to show off his glistening valve, his mouth watered. He got on his knees and immediately got to work, lapping up his juices and tonguing his valve while his dentae gently nibbled at his node. D huffed out soft pants while he rolled his hips onto his face, letting out a surprisingly sharp whine when one of Orion’s digits came up to rub and his clit. Orion ate his pussy like he was a starved mech looking for energon, eyes lidded with hazy lust as he took in more of D’s delicious lubricants in his mouth.

It was getting very difficult for D to stay quiet when Orion ate out his pussy like this. He had to bite down on his hand just muffle the sounds of his high moans as he squirted once again all over Orion’s face. When he was finished and he pulled away, his face was drenched in his fluids, though he didn’t seem to mind considering the dopey smile on his face.

It seemed like that they were finished so D tried to leave so he could go back to berth, but Orion grabbed his servo and asked to spike his valve. D, growing nervous, said that they didn’t have the time for that and that they couldn’t risk getting caught but Orion was persistent, insisting that he would be quick and that it would only be for a little bit. D sighed and caved.

Now D was on his back, legs spread while Orion guided his weeping cock into his valve, both moaning softly as he slid in. His thrusts were short and quick, eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure of finally having his spike in his best friend’s valve. It was a wet dream come true. D had his own mouth covered as moans escaped his mouth, eyes darting over to the open entrance worriedly to see if anyone was coming. He didn’t want to admit it, but the thought of them possibly getting caught turned him on severely. D jolted as Orion’s hand suddenly began pawing at his chassis and then he asked for him to remove them. D, not even bothering to argue with him on it considering his mind was so fogged with lust, retracted it without another thought. Instantly Orion’s mouth was on his nozzles, sucking and licking and chewing on them and by the Primes that felt so good..

In the back of his mind he was faintly worried about them starting to leak but that was pushed away by another delicious thrust to his ceiling node.

Orion could feel his own overload approaching and he knew he needed to pull out soon but he desperately wanted to savor this moment of seeing D gasping and moaning underneath him while he pounded his squelching and creaming valve into oblivion..

Not wanting to overload before D, he brought up two digits to harshly rub his node and with a yelp, he squirted once again on his spike. Now satisfied that he overloaded, he pulled out and stroked his cock until it spewed ropes of transfluid onto D’s stomach.

They both panted heavily, fans working overtime to cool down their frames before Orion pulled D up onto unsteady pedes and they both wobbled towards the washracks together so they could get rid of the smell of sex.

D called him a pervert when they got in because he was unashamedly ogling his body. Orion took it in stride.

When they went back to sleep, Orion internally celebrated for finally smashing the pussy of his dreams 🥳

(Also after D becomes Megatron and Orion becomes Optimus, he genuinely starts debating whether or not it was even worth becoming enemies with him because he genuinely doesn’t know he can take another cycle without having Megatron’s squishy pussy around his spike and having his pudgy body in his arms. Suffering from blue balls 😔)

pussy so good it almost made Optimus Prime doubt his choices. once again this is a whole ass fanfic and i have no notes. i need these little miners to be fucking and sucking like rabbits and man, i have a soft spot for shower and bath sex and stuff. Little virgin Orion cumming his panels upon seeing his best friend’s boobs… he’s so embarrassing.

do you think that later down the line Megatron can use his juicy matured pussy and titties to distract Optimus.

[dayacakrawala]

I went to church, I bought a holy image (in the museum, though, and it's a miniature reproduction of a 12th century image, holy fuck, shit's so old). It doesn't help. D-16 gets something from Megatronus. Not his T-cog.

Because now I'm thinking about the miners receiving no gifts from Alpha Trion since the Primes' cogs have become Sentinel's gruesome souvenirs. And instead they're sent on a quest for the Matrix of Leadership, which D-16 is having very conflicting emotions about, but lacking any new powers to kill Sentinel with bare hands is holding him back from going on a rampage.

Long story short, the Primes are resurrected, Sentinel is slaughtered like a sheep by Megatronus, and D gets a chance to talk with his former idol. It's "former", since he's gained some skepticism towards idols generally, as a concept, and is still going through a massive internal turmoil.

And what's the best way to resolve a moral conflict? Get invited between the living deity's colossal thighs, fist the biggest valve you've ever seen, get covered in divine lubricant up to your forehead, and hungrily hump what's much greater than anything you're able to properly fill and stretch.

Why fight gods when you can fuck gods?