#Fort Max

[megtrns]

happy holidays everyone x have a shy fort max under a mistletoe

[neonre86]

This panel of Rung comforting a PTSD ridden Fort Max always makes me cry. Rung is too good for the world.

[sweetcrescent]

[brolly03]

I came across this gem on Pinterest and my imagination is going wild for it!!!

[ihatebrainstorm]

Fort Max at a petting zoo + Fort Max being a ref at the puppy bowl bc I think he'd be a good ref

also this was meant to be an ask doodle but I think I accidentally deleted it??? That or I completely imagined someone asking for him...

[archie-sunshine]

pls fort-max-ussy sir..... im starving and need him to (REDACTED BY THE US GOVERNMENT)

i got so distracted looking for this ask, anyways uhhm

used to never draw fort max bc he was annoying to draw, now i am really really good at drawing robots and hes much easier actually.

[harveydont]

i dont normally go here because straight lines hate me. but max is good.

[sprinklor]

More than meets the eye issue 46

[showstopper35]

Bodyguard! Fortress Maximus

a/n- possibly the most self-indulgent thing I’ve written

-He needs a job, and he needs one that won’t leave him traumatised for life. His days of being a prison warden are over. The war is over. But he can’t shake the feeling that he needs to be doing more. He still wants to fight—but this time he wants to do it to maintain peace. -Enter you: a returning “nail” from a wealthy merchant family who unfortunately sold weapons to both sides during the war. Needless to say, you’ve got a lot of enemies. People who want to manipulate you, who want to take your family down. -Money solves problems, and Fort Max is your solution.

-His towering form sits outside your door, follows behind you in crowds, his optics always travelling to your frame. His gaze is gentle, but nervous. -If there’s ever a need to touch you, he is so careful. So afraid of breaking you. -Privately considers you a princess, and he your knight. -If anything should ever happen to you, he would blame himself for the rest of his life. -You once took his hand to thank him and he swears he could feel the warmth from your fingers for days afterwards. -Each time you thank him, he falls a little bit more in love with you. -At night, he buries his face in his hands when he finds himself thinking too much about you. What it would be like to hold your hand…hold you in his arms…keep you safe forever.

-Once you smiled at him and he was all ready to run away with you at that very moment. -He would genuinely do anything for you.

[thegoldenshi-shi]

I miss my two grumpy children and my happy baby bug

[welcometothesewers]

I love you Fort Max, Fort Max I LOVE YOUUUUUUU

[megtrns]

not to sound insane but i'm bedridden at the thought of being intimate with these giant bots — no, not interfacing (although that's also great), but rather the nervous brushing of fingers against servos, the firm press of skin against metal, the bend and curve of muscle to cradle the shape of their armors. 

fort max, who came to life in the crux of war and violence, wiping a stray eyelash from the corner of your eye, servos faintly trembling as they tentatively cross the space between your bodies. unsure and afraid of hurting you, he tries not to exert too much effort, constantly reminding himself that just because his mass was displaced doesn't mean he didn't have the strength to tear mechs apart with his bare hands. his optics, garnet red under the distant starlight, soften the moment you lean your cheek against his open palm; the skin under his touch, smooth and organic and alive with a warmth he didn't know existed. 

brainstorm running his digits playfully over your face — tickling your nose, your chin, your ear — causing you to giggle against the pillows as he conducts a thorough examination for the purpose of 'science', using it as an excuse to 'stimulate your nerves' and make you smile. here, face to face with him above the mattress, with laughter embracing your bodies like a weighted blanket, you let him gently trace his servos across your lips. the scientist, drunk on studying you. 

swerve letting you throw your arms around his neck — body melting against his chest plates, nose already buried at the crook of his neck cables to express your sympathies. you were one of the few people who see through the chink in his optimistic armor, always trying to cheer him up even before he even realized he needs the comfort. and how can he not feel better already, when you were looking up at him like he hung the stars for you? 

perceptor catching himself in awe of human irises and the myriad of colors they take after. he thinks it's beyond fascinating that, for some, the eyes reflect the color of their seas, cerulean blue dissolving against white foam. and other times even the forest, their strange and halcyon woodlands dense with emerald trees that sway with the wind. but most curious of all, he thinks, is the color of the earth : darker than rust yet radiant like the sun — a shade that doesn't naturally occur on his planet, swimming like liquid gold behind your eyes.

megatron, elusive and distant, anchored by the delicate weight of your fingers above his servos. when he saw your hand sliding across your lap from under the metal table — using the distraction caused by whirl in the middle of a crowded night at swerves — to move closer to his, megatron had thought about stopping you. he thought about retracting his hand to excuse himself back to his hab-suite. but the ex-warlord is tired and worn, powerless against the sight of your affections. so he let it happen — and it was fleeting, only a brush and barely a touch. yet it went straight to his spark like a jolt of electricity. just like that, under your fragile, tiny hands, the mighty has fallen. 

[drabbletron]

rare pair that i just made based on a drawing by Jack Lawrence on Twitter/X:

fortress maximus x thunderclash

Just two big mechs doing big mech things.

image:

[sweetcrescent]

I’m a lawyer, and fell in love with this two law enforcers, coincidence?

[hasmadara]

Fortress Maximus redesign!! I've loved doing these recently, though I hate figuring out colour schemes so if anyone has any advice I'd love to hear nwn

I wanted a lot of angel/knight imagery to contrast with the tortured persona - a bit of a central-Europe theme with auroch horns, medieval knight helm (frogsmouth nyehe), gun-wings and of course the tank

[shireain]

Finally done! A bunch of my faves as li’l kitties~ I plan on making charms for myself and some friends, but if this gets enough attention then I may try selling them as well ❤️