#I just adore the music and the mechs

[wherethesaladthingsare]

just finished rewatching iron blooded orphans, my heart is broken open again

[graciedollie]

Rough Days

Pairs: Sevika x !Fem Reader

Summary: It was late at night—preferably 11 pm or so—your wife still haven’t made her way back home, which was nothing new. She came home with obvious irritation and frustration. Being the loving wife you were, you opted to help your wife relief some pent up frustration <3

Warning(s): Cunnilingus (r! receiving), shimmerstrap 😛, nipple play, overstimulation, (light) face slapping, degradation (?), praise, hint of dacryphillia :3

A/N: idk if you guys will like this but HERE YA GO

The sun was long gone, replaced with the bright moon dazzling in the dark sky with the stars. It was roughly 11p.m and you were up in your bed, snug as a bug while your body was adored with a nice nightgown as you were reading a book to keep yourself from falling asleep.

But you had a hectic day and ultimately fell asleep, snuggling onto her side of the bed while you buried your head in her pillow—inhaling the intoxicating scent of her smell.

It seem that time flew by as you were awoken by the front door creaking open before slamming shut, followed by some footsteps—heavy footsteps. You stirred in your sleep with a grumble, slowly getting up from the bed to make your way to the living room—finding Sevika on the couch, leaning back with a scowl etched on her face.

Rough day. Must’ve been one of those days. You couldn’t help but sigh at the idea of her basically running her ragged for the infamous kingpin errands. You shuffled over to her as you settled on her lap, caressing her cheek gently while her fleshed and mech hand settled on your hips.

“Hey baby..”

“Hey beautiful, Sorry for wakin’ you…tried to wait for me again?” she grumbled as her silver eyes gazed into yours before trailing down your body, taking in your curves.

You nodded in confirmation, “yeah, i tried…it was just a tiring hectic day for me today. As usual..” your voice was gentle and slight husky due to the fact you just woke up not too long ago.

“Mm, it’s fine.” Her low, sultry voice was always music to your ears—though you can practically hear the seething in her voice, knowing she was upset about something.

“Sev..”

“Mhm?”

“What’s the matter, baby? Wanna talk about today?” You suggested with a gentle touch to your voice, tracing your thumb across her blue-stricken scars that strike her cheek.

Her body gradually melting into your warm, gentle touch—savoring the tingle you left before the mention of todays work made her tense. A huff slipped from her nose as she looked at you with vulnerability and aggravation before shaking her head.

“Long. Exhausting. The usual..”

You listened to her intently as you read deep—DEEPLY—into her expressions. Her brows furrowed. Lips taut in a frown. Nose flared. Oh, she was definitely frustrated.

“Is there anything I can do to help, baby?”

She glanced up at your eyes with a glint of something behind them, twisting her lips into a scowl as she grumbled, “just you bein’ here helps me, honey….”

Her eyes wandered down your body—taking in how your boobs were noticeable in the soft fabric of the gown and how your ass felt perfect in her grasp.

“I guess you could help me blow some steam, sweetheart.”

And this. This is how you found yourself now.

Your legs were thrown over her broad shoulders. Her head buried between your thighs as she ate you out like a starved woman. Her hands running up down the delicate skin of your jerky thighs.

Her silver eyes peered between your thighs as she worked her tongue expertly, knowing your body better than your own self. Your eyes held her gaze, wanting to look away, but unable to do so as it feel so intense.

“Taste so fuckin’ good…missed you…missed this pussy..”

Her blunt words spurred you on even more, eliciting soft whimpers and gasps from your mouth as you grinded your hips as your clit bumped her nose with each movement.

“Sev—fuckkk…missed you s-so much..” Was all you could whine out as your body buzzed with the flowing pleasure, feeling your thighs tremble. A low moan bubble in her throat at your breathless whines, spurring her on more as she sucked, slurped, and licked at you like you were the last thing to devour.

She slowly slipped in two thick fingers, grunting at how your pussy practically gobbled her fingers up so greedily. A chuckle ruptured from her mouth before she pulled away from your cunt, gazing adoringly at the messy sight as she pumped her fingers with a quicken pace.

“Look at you—pussy practically suckin’ me in, yeah? Missed me this much, baby? Oh, I know, baby…”

Her low, sultry voice filled your clouded moan as your eyes fluttered, moaning and gasping at the quicken pace—feeling your thighs threatening to shut. She tsked before placing her mech hand on your thigh to keep you spread just for her.

“Baby, you know better…take it for me. I know you can, sweet girl.” Her voice was husky and low as her eyes peered down at you, feeling a smirk tug at her dark lips as she watched you writhe underneath her.

Your words came out in babbles and incoherent pleads—begging for god knows what—as your thighs trembled and shook as her fingers hit dead on that spot that made you see stars.

She leaned her head back down to capture your clit back in her lips as her fingers never faltered the increased speed, causing the obscene squelching noises to fill the room. “Such a pretty girl..:so fuckin pretty..”

Her words was the last straw for you to come completely undone, letting a high moan escape your mouth as your hands tugged at her dark locks—rolling your hips to her mouth before slowly settling down as you panted heavily.

She pulled away from your soaked with a small ‘pop’, placing a gentle kiss to your clit before kissing her way back up your body.

You thought it was all over, but fortunately for you, it was far, FAR from over.

Obscene noises of broken moans, grunts, and squelching noises filled the room continuously. You were on your back, legs pushed to your chest, moaning shamelessly loud as she fucked you relentlessly with the glowing 7 inch shimmerstrap.

You couldn’t help but grasp weakly at the sheets as her thrust made it difficult to even think straight, nearly fucking you dumb. She could only smirk at her sight, knowing how good she was making her sweet girl feel.

“Feel good, yeah? Oh, I know, baby, I know…takin’ it so well for me—fuck—lettin me use you like this…” Her words were punctured with each of her thrusts as her eyes peered down at your disheveled state, noticing the tears prickling at your eyes.

Soft sobs and choked moans were heard from you as you head fell back against the pillows, eyes fluttering as stray tears trickled down your cheek. It was such a pretty sight to see, all for her.

“Sev—b-baby…I-I can’t…too much, ‘ts too much…please..” Was all you managed to whimper out before being interrupted with a damn-near pornographic moan escaping your mouth as her strap kissed your cervix.

“Don’t fuckin’ give me that. Fuckin’ take it, baby…I know you can, sweet girl.” Her words spurred you on even more as you were damn near on the verge of crying fully.

Her mech placed on your hip to help her thrust while her flesh hand grasped your jaw, causing your lips to pucker and cheeks to flush up. Your eyes fluttered with tears, barely able to look at her as her thrusts increased significantly.

“Look at that pretty sight—fuck—such a pretty pussy…feels too good? Too much? Aw, baby, I know… but you’re gonna take it f’me. You can take it—I know you can, baby..”

She delivered a gentle slap to your cheek, making you whimper before she deliver a bit firm slap—you could practically feel your pussy gush. “Se-Sev…please—wanna come..”

She couldn’t help but chuckle at your desperate pleads, knowing her sweet baby just wanted to cum so bad :(. she could practically feel your pussy suck her dick in with each stroke, groaning at the sight (swearing she can feel you).

“Shit—sucking’ me, baby…greedy fuckin pussy. Fuckin love it..” Was all she grumbled before she leaned her head down before capturing one of your nipples in her mouth—slurping and sucking hungrily at the bud while her hand tweaked with the other nipple.

Guttural moans and choked whimpers were heard from you at the added stimulation, grasping her hair as you felt your thighs shudder and tremble—feeling yourself melt into her more.

She pulled her head up, not before placing a kiss to your hardened nun, and pressed her hand down on your stomach—feeling how deep she was. (idea from @prettydeeryess🎀)

“Shit, look at that—fuckin you so deep, baby. Fuckkk, feel so good around me—fuckin love you, sweetheart..”

Your mouth hung open with a silent scream as your eyes fluttered, feeling your body shudder and tremble as the intense organs crashed over your weary body—squirting over her toy and lower abdomen.

She couldn’t help but groan at the messy sight, hearing the lewd squelching of your drenched pussy as she slowed her pace to deep, gentle strokes.

“Shit, baby …you did so good—did I go too rough?”

“No, just perfect..”

She couldn’t help but scoff playfully at the stupid dopey smile on your lips, knowing she completely fucked you to nothing. Pulling out slowly and throwing the strap somewhere, she pulled you close to her; nuzzling your neck as she rubbed your back gently as your hands trailed over her arms.

You were always her best stress reliever ᯓᡣ𐭩

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hope you enjoyed it dollies <3

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

How to Share Your Pet

Me first time writing for Transformers (please be gentle). I didn’t have any specific continuity in mind but maybe a little G1? Anyway….

Edit: here’s part 2 with just Shockwave

Shockwave x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, gender neutral AFAB reader, racially ambiguous, petplay, throat fucking, dirty talk, fingering, blow jobs, threesome, Shockwave shares Reader with Soundwave, size difference

“They’re well behaved,” Soundwave’s robotic vibrated his chasis as he leaned over you. Your legs spread open and wide on his lap.

“Aren’t they?” Shockwave rubbed the top of your head gently with his servo. He enjoyed the feeling of the organic fibers that grew out of you. They were so different from the cold metal plating that covered his own frame.

You pushed your head up against Shockwave’s servo basking in the affection he gave you. Your hands clung to Soundwave’s wrist plating as he sped up the thrusting of his fingers. You could see Shockwave’s optic enlarge at the loud wet noises your body made. “Inquiry: are they able to take spike within their valve?” Soundwave pushed his fingers as far they could go inside your wet heat.

“I have been training them to do so. Their valve can take three of my digits.” The way the two mechs talked about you like you weren’t even there made you clench around Soundwave’s fingers. They spoke about you like you were an animal in a zoo. You were Shockwave’s pet he had the honor of showing off to his colleagues. His pet he could play with however he chose.

Soundwave pushed another finger into your cunt making you arch your back and let out a pathetic whine. While his fingers weren’t as large as Shockwave’s he still stretched you deliciously.

Shockwave’s finials twitched observing his most prized pet have their sopping hole stretched overtop his closest colleague’s lap. He knew Soundwave had a soft spot in his spark for smaller creatures and he just knew the musical mech would adore you.

“How do Soundwave’s fingers feel?”

“So good…!”

“You’re practically dripping on his plating. Do you mind the mess, Soundwave?”

The blue mech only hummed too focused on spreading your hole open on his three digits. Your squelching cunt slobbered over his fingers hungrily taking in his digits with each thrust.

“They are small enough for my Rumble or Frenzy to spike,” Soundwave noted digging his fingers into you and swirling them around the inside of your pussy.

“They wouldn’t know how to be gentle.” Shockwave stroked your face with his thumb taking in the soft texture of his skin. Your mouth hung open panting and moaning at being so full. Shockwave took his opportunity to push his thumb into your mouth. Your plush lips wrapped around the metal appendage. At this point you were used to the metallic taste of your lover’s plating.

“I’ve trained you well,” Shockwave said to himself more so than you. His optic marveling at how you eagerly sucked at his thumb.

“Do they know how to suck spike?” Soundwave couldn’t help the excitement that rose in his voice and dripped behind his modesty plate.

“They are exceptionally well at servicing spike with their intake,” Shockwave pulled his thumb out slowly enjoying how you chased after his digit as it retreated.

“I would like to see.”

Soundwave pulled his fingers from your hole, the emptiness such a drastic difference from what you had gotten used to.

“Show him, pet,” Shockwave encouraged finally letting his modesty plate open with a hiss. His pressurized spike flopped out into his ready servo. Soundwave took the opportunity to open his interface panel letting his spike pressurize between your legs. The head of his cock rested against your chest, pink transfluid dripped against your skin.

You grabbed his spike with both hands earning a low rumble from Soundwave’s engine. You rubbed up the metal shaft taking in the texture. His biolights acting as speed bumps under your fingers. You parted your lips letting your pink tongue lay over the head of his spike. His transfluid hit your tongue with a strong acidic taste. You cringed a little at the sourness of his fluids earning a low chuckle from Shockwave.

You looked up to meet Shockwave’s gaze. Your eyes wandered over his frame from where his interface panel had opened to give his throbbing spoke relief in his servo to his broad chasis and finally his optic. You puckered your lips still maintaining eye contact with Shockwave as you pushed as much of Soundwave’s spike into your mouth.

The blue mech let out a groan, his autotuned voice exasperating the sound. A servo rested on your thigh while the other held the back of your head. Shockwave seemed to be enjoying the sight of his comrade being pleasured by his human pet.

You pulled your mouth slowly off Soundwave’s spike letting your tongue run all the way up to the head of his phallus before lifting your mouth off of him with a pop. You kissed around the leaky tip taking his pink transfluid against your lips.

All the while Shockwave twisted his servo up and down his spike. He was so pleased to be able to show off how well he trained you. Your small organic form so acclimated to Cybertronian anatomy by now. There was no way you could go back to your own species in search of a partner. Shockwave had thoroughly ruined you and he was so excited to share this knowledge with Soundwave.

You ground your pussy against the shaft of his spike while you continued licking and kissing at the tip. Soundwave helped guide your hips with his servos as he humped against you.

Shockwave moved closer so his spike was in your face. You looked up at him with love drunk doe eyes. He didn’t even have to tell you what he needed before you abandoned your work on Soundwave’s spike and moved on to servicing Shockwave with your soft mouth.

“They are incredible,” Shockwave said a slight shutter in his vents when he felt your lips on the tip of his spike. “I wouldn’t mind sharing them with you more often.” Shockwave stroked the top of your head tenderly.

“Affirmative,” Soundwave groaned as he rutted against your wet pussy.

Shockwave’s own trainsfluid leaked and dripped down your chin and onto Soundwave’s spike. Their collective fluid leaking onto your lap. Soundwave could feel his orgasm approaching. The feeling of your small plush body against him, your slippery human valve rutting up against his spike, the erotic visual of you sucking off Shockwave the entire time was becoming all too much.

“Are you close, Soundwave?” Shockwave almost mocked. He knew the feeling all too well. The overwhelming sensation of having a human in such a way. “They do not mind messes. I encourage you to release onto them.”

You moaned around the tip of Shockwave’s spike at the thought of being covered once again in transfluid. You bucked your hips trying to get more stimulation on your clit hoping to be able to cum with Soundwave.

“Overloading-“ Soundwave cut himself off with a deep rev of his engine as he shot spurts of transfluid against you. Your chest, neck and some of your lower jaw was smothered in the pink fluid. It dripped down your body like an erotic candy coating on a fruit.

“You did great work today, pet.” Shockwave grabbed the back of your head pushing his spike as deep as it could go into your mouth. You gagged and choked around the metal phallus while looking up at Shockwave with nothing but love. Your fingers scooped up some of Soundwave’s transfluid before smearing the pink slosh against your clit in frantic circles.

You hollowed out your cheeks trying to provide as much suction as you could to your beloved’s spike. His transfluid leaking down your throat as he practically choked you on his cock.

Soundwave huffed air out if his vents watching the scene before him. Shockwave really did do a great job training his little human.

Your whole body seized and shivered as your orgasm crashed into you. The warm wet feeling flooding through your stomach and pelvis. You whined, tears coming to your eyes as you pushed through your orgasm still rubbing your fingers against your clit.

“Good pet,” Shockwave said his vocalizer a little shaky from how you sucked on his spike. “You can stop when I overload.”

You nodded eagerly doing your best to work through the electric jolts of overstimulation whirring through your clit while taking care of Shockwave’s massive spike.

Soundwave helped by pushing your head forward forcing more of Shockwave’s spike down your throat. You winced and gagged earning an appreciative exvent of steam from Shockwave.

“Service your master well,” Soundwave ordered guiding your head back and forth along Shockwave’s spike. “They usually do,” Shockwave replied enjoying the scene before him.

You could tell by the glitch in Shockwave’s optic that he was close. His servo reached out encompassing Soundwave’s as he held your head. You gagged as transfluid started to seep from the corners of your lips. The mech before you shivered as he stilled your head letting the warmth of your mouth ride him through his orgasm.

When Soundwave finally pulled you off of Shockwave’s spike you couldn’t help but cough as you tried swallowing everything Shockwave gave you.

A giant servo came to rub at your back as you choked through your swallowing. “Do not try to swallow my entire ejaculation,” Shockwave scolded. “You will rupture your esophagus doing so.”

“Inquiry: what will Shockwave and Soundwave have for our spikes then?” Soundwave added making you cough this time not from Shockwave’s overload dripping down your chin and from the corners of your lips but from the blatant flirting.

“Soundwave is correct,” Shockwave replied guiding your face to look up at him by your chin. “I will need to keep you in good health if we are to maintain our favorite toy.”

[quirekey]

Hi can I request for B-127 and femme s/o who have a same vibes of Jessica and Roger Rabbit.

This is a cute one, especially with the vibes!!

[ BUMBLEBEE ] x [ FEM!READER ]

[ bumblebee x cybertronian!female!reader ]

[ based on TFONE after Megatron leaves ]

- The dynamic is almost immediate you can point out when you look at the two of you. You are a tall, muscular looking femme. You definitely look fit for a mech more than a femme. Then you got Bumblebee, a somewhat chubby looking mech that is purely round. It looked like a girlboss x twink type of dynamic!

- Bumblebee definitely loves being touched, cuddled and carried by you! You are one hella strong femme and he adores that so much. He makes it obvious that he wants you to give him so much love. He always brings his arms up and opens and closes his hand, indicating that he wants what he calls ‘uppies’.

- Bumblebee is capable of being independent, like, very. He is a part of the government so of course he can be independent, he just likes being helpless! Acting like he always needs to be saved by you when something happens. It may get annoying but it is definitely cute.

- You are the type of person to wax and wash very often. You love your looks, how deceivingly good you looked compared to others femmes. You weren’t the type of person to be complimenting yourself but you do enjoy your self-appreciation, Bumblebee only helps more. He showers you with compliments and speeches on how cool you are. He’s always affirming your actions and is always by your side, even if it is your fault.

- Bumblebee can be pretty whiny when you don’t give him what you want. You usually tend to spoil him quite a bit, but it does get tiring at times. Sometimes you may go out too much and recharge for too long and Bumblebee will start crying and whining, wanting you to pay attention. It’s adorable so you just have to give in.

- When you do give in, he becomes extremely lovesick and flustered when you start hugging and complimenting him. You do adore him and Bumblebee can’t help but love you; worship you with his spark.

- You prefer to give him many small kisses all over his face-plate, thank Primus you cybertronians don’t wear lipstick or it would be messy! Bumblebee gets extremely flustered and would giggle, but mostly also be embarrassed.

- PDA? YES! Bumblebee really loves to show you off like you are the matrix of leadership. He would go around, force you to carry him bridal style and go around Cybertron. He’d stick his tongue out because they don’t get to have you, bragging all about how cool you really are. You are definitely hesitant but oblige.

- When you guys go on dates, Bumblebee is usually the one to set it up. He would try his hardest to make the date look fancy, romantic and special just for the both of you. The date usually ends up turning into a fun time to rant to each other, listening to fun music and playing around. You both never took dates or romance too seriously, it was just the thought and time you guys gave each other that really mattered between the two of you.

- You are definitely a slow romantic and Bumblebee is a fast romantic! You wanna take things slow, experience everything and realise that every single action and word you guys say to each other goes down so deep that it plants just a small piece of affection and love in both of your sparks. Bumblebee just wants to take things fast and go immediately to the fun and lovey dovey stuff! Though you both have different opinions, you both are somehow able to adjust, you guys are so silly :3

[bugboioli23]

Swerve x Human!Reader

Disclaimer: I haven't written fic for a few years so my skills are gonna be a bit shit to be honest, any criticism is welcome and id love to hear what you guys think 💚

THIS IS 18+ - size difference, valveplug, oral sex, fingerfucking, doggy style, riding - 2911 words - AFAB reader but no pronouns are used

You and Swerve had been friends since you stepped foot on the Lost Light. Something about his chatterbox personality and sitcom-like humor had you beaming whenever you were around him. The best nights were spent perched on the edge of the bar counter, rambling for hours on end with Swerve. Tonight was one of those nights. It was after the doors had closed, the bar empty and silent aside from the laughter ricocheting from the both of you. 

“Really?!” You yelped, eyes wide in surprise as you stared at the grinning minibot.

“I'm telling you! You wouldn't believe the amount of mechs who come by here asking for you!” Swerve replied with a chuckle, shaking his helm in shared disbelief. “Not only that but they actually think they could frag you! I'm probably one of the few bots on here who could frag you full sized.” Swerve paused, face freezing for a second as he quickly backtracked on his statement. “I mean- not that we would- NOT THAT I WOULDN'T WANT TO- I'm sure you’d make a lovely frag- NOT LIKE THAT- I JUST MEANT- im sorry- ” Swerve seemed to shrink in on himself as he continued to mumble to himself anxiously.

Your face burned red at the idea. The thought of a bot being stuffed between your folds, trembling at the foreign sensation of the wet flesh of your cunt. You wondered about the anatomy that laid hidden under the panels of your metallic friends. How similar are you compared to them? Just how compatible are your species? You already had gotten an enlightening talk from Brainstorm about Cybertronian anatomy after you explained human anatomy to him. (For his holoforms of course. No other reason.) You knew what you could take, but the fresh reality that this could happen left blood rushing south. 

“Uhm…  ____? You good? I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable or anything. I should’ve kept my mouth shut, I’m sorry.” Swerve looked at you apologetically. His light pout and the puppy eyes you could barely see behind his visor brought forth images that made warmth surge through your body once more. How would Swerve act if you asked him to fuck you? He seemed like the type of Cybertronian who wouldn’t mind a little experimenting with humans. He seemed like the type to whimper; the type to beg. 

Heat flushed through your face as reality caught back up to you. You flashed him a bright smile and waved your hand dismissively.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m alright. Just thinking.” You glanced at Swerve, who looked unconvinced. “Hey, weren’t you and Blurr going to open a bar before you came here?” You asked out of nowhere, hoping to turn his attention onto something else. It seemed to work because he was already telling you about how Blurr was secretly his best friend. While the bartender was distracted, you let your thoughts turn back to the ideas at hand. You found Swerve to be adorable, the way he seemed to always work with a smile despite people talking poorly about him. His fascination with your species’ tv and music and how he would light up when you offered another film for movie nights. After tonight’s conversation, you decided it’s now or never to shoot your shot with him.

“Swerve?” You looked him up and down with a smile, interjecting his speech on Blurr’s latest record break. “Do you think fragging a human would be possible?” You spoke sweetly, letting your voice fall an octave to emphasize your intentions. 

“Uhm, wouldn't Ratchet be better at answering that than I would?” Swerve thought he was hearing things. In his mind there was no possible way that you just asked what you had asked. His head must've made that up. It had to be some kind of self inflicted auditory hallucination. The way you smiled softly and rested a hand on his arm before leaning closer must also be a trick of the optics.

“Swerve, darling. I asked you for a reason.” You replied coyly, glancing up at him with an endearing grin. He felt his intake hitch and a sliver of charge run down his frame. 

“Oh.” He choked out, face tinted with the rush of energon. His cooling fans kicked on with just the mere suggestion of what tonight could entail. “I- I suppose we could- figure it out…” He grinned shyly.

“That’s a good mech.” You purred, wide grin never faltering as you hopped down from the counter. You sauntered out of the bar with a new sense of confidence, only pausing to gesture to him to follow before the doors closed behind you. Swerve had to take a minute to collect his thoughts before practically sprinting after you.

Your habsuite was uniquely modified for your species. Instead of a hard metal berth, you had a cushy soft bed adorned with a mass of plushies, pillows and blankets. Soft lighting glowed from lower points in the room instead of one harsh light from above. It had your special charm to it, and Swerve wanted to spend every moment he could in there with you. 

“So,” You started plopping yourself down on the edge of your bed, patting the spot next to you, “I’m going to skip all the pleasantries here, I want you to fuck me.”

Swerve let out a whine, feeling a surge of arousal flooding through his systems. His spike pressurized quickly, becoming heavy behind his panels with an embarrassingly loud thud. “Did you have to be so bold about it?” He hissed through clenched dentae as you gazed at him with desire. 

“I think it’s more fun to watch your reactions.” You hummed contentedly before climbing into his lap, “Can I kiss you? Would that be okay?” You spoke softly, but your eyes never left his face. Swerve nodded hastily, servos hovering above your body anxiously. His intake opened to start a flood of questions but you cut him off with a kiss, exploring the foreign texture of his pliable metallic face. The strange rubbery feeling of his glossa felt wonderfly new against the soft muscle of your tongue. You let out a soft noise of pleasure against his mouth before you were interrupted by a snap of panels retracting and an enticing pressure laying heavy on your thigh. 

“Oh- Slag, sorry I- you’re so- I wasn’t able to-,” Swerve began, but you pressed a finger to his lips as you looked down to study the new part of him. It was about 8 inches long, the red tip of it already leaking prefluids. It was mostly white, with a stripe of red along the underside decorated with biolights which pulsed needily. You trailed your hand lightly along the length, your fingers barely unable to touch around the girth of it. You looked back up at Swerve who was hiding behind his servos, face tinted pink with energon. 

“Listen… I know I’m not as big as other bots but please… don’t stop whatever you were planning to do.” Swerve mumbled shyly, peeking at you between his digits.

“Oh, hun. You don’t have to worry about anything. You’ve got more than enough for me to enjoy.” You smiled, sliding off his lap to kneel between his legs. “May I?” You asked, wanting to explore his anatomy further. 

He let out a shaky exvent with a nod and you ran your fingers along the grooves and panels of the Cybertronian anatomy. It wasn’t until you had gotten eye level with his spike that you had noticed his valve. It was dripping with transfluid and the hooded node was glowing a beautiful blue. You looked up at him from your position, eyes full of lust. 

“Change of plans. Lean back for me, I’ve gotta taste you.” You purred, firmly pushing against his midsection lightly as he rested his back against the wall of pillows. You gently pushed his thighs open and trailed two fingers against the slick folds of his valve, coating your fingers in the sticky substance. You studied your digits before popping them into your mouth. The pink fluid was metallic and sour, but addicting in a strange way. You wanted more. Spreading his folds with one hand, you delved into his valve. Swerve watched, entranced by the way you slid the flat of your tongue against him. The sensation made him let out soft groans, which encouraged you more. You took your other hand and gently circled his anterior node, ghosting the edges of it teasingly. Your tongue dove into his entrance and you felt the inner calipers twitch and throb with need. 

“Oh frag… you’re good a-at this. I’m- hnghh… I don’t have enough stamina for t-this!” Swerve whined as you moved the hand separating his folds and you backed away from his plush valve.

“Don’t worry, you are doing so good. Just lie back and let me take care of you, okay?” You cooed and went back to lapping at the transfluid that fell from his folds. One hand finally gave his anterior node pressure while your other hand went up to stroke at his spike lazily. The result of your combined actions had Swerve clawing at the sheets, his intake falling open as he gasped and mewled out so many words you couldn’t tell what he was saying until it was too late. 

Warm fluid gushed over your face as he overloaded while you were still tongue deep in his valve. His spike throbbed in your hand as you felt more transfluid land in your hair and shoulder. 

“FRAG- Ah- hah…!” Swerve whined as his frame trembled through the aftershocks. “Oh slag im so sorry!” His visor came back online just in time to witness your mouth and jaw covered in dripping pink fluids.

You licked your lips and wiped your face with your shirt before taking it off and tossing it aside. “Hey.. hey no worries. It’s okay. You’re okay.” You kissed his cheek, patting his thigh softly. “You did amazing. I’m so glad I could make you feel good.” 

Swerve let out another high whine, seeing your chest bare before him. He slowly raised his servos to graze the flesh around your nipples. You sighed softly and raised your hands to press his servos more firmly to your skin. Swerve was still panting from his previous overload but he leaned in to press his lips gently against your sternum. His servos wandered up to press and massage at your nipples, circling them like you did to his node earlier. Your back arched, pushing your chest further into his servos as your mouth fell open softly. Swerve looked up at you, visor glowing with excitement and awe. “You’re stunning. I mean- frag, look at you, coated with my overload. Mine…” He breathed out, eyes trailing down your body to rest at your pants. He seemed to swallow before shakily continuing. “D-Do you still want me t-to..you know.. t-”

“I still want you to fuck me, Swerve.” You finished for him, moving your hands to swiftly undo the buttons of your pants, pulling off your undergarments at the same time and tossing them behind you. You grabbed onto his wrist and guided his fingers up towards your wet folds. Swerve got the hint and gently worked one finger into the tight heat of your cunt. He could feel the gentle pulse and pull of your walls around his digit, and he could barely imagine what it would feel like around his spike. After he felt you loosen up a bit, he slid in a second digit. You let out a gasp and a soft groan at the stretch, knowing that this was just the beginning if you wanted to be prepared to take his spike. 

Swerve gently curled and flexed his digits, exploring your sex thoroughly as his processor worked overtime to memorize which movements felt the best for you. His audials turned to max sensitivity to be sure he could hear every whine and murmur of praise that fell from your lips. He could feel the second rush of energon repressurising his spike the more he pumped his digits into you. You glanced down between the both of you to smirk at his array before leaning in and pressing another kiss to his jaw.

“Awh, look at you,” You cooed, lifting your hips up to grind the tip of his spike against your clit. Swerve let out a strained whine as his hips bucked up involuntarily. Your smirk only grew. “You’re such a pretty mech for me.”

“Hnf s-stop…” Swerve whispered bashfully, turning his helm away as energon rushed to his faceplates once more.

“I mean it.” You continued, slowly easing yourself down on his spike as you guided his gaze to meet yours. Swerve’s intake fell open and his spinal struts arched as your body enveloped his length. His servos flew to your hips when he finally bottomed out inside you. The heat of your cunt pressed upon every sensor and node on his spike with such certainty that he could barely concentrate on your words. 

“Hhoh fraggghh, how are you s-so- so-ooHHFRAG-” Swerve had started to speak but you decided that now was the time to lift your hips and slam yourself back down. You started to ride the mech like an animal, your hips popping up halfway only to quickly push him back inside. Swerve let out a chorus of moans and yelps as his servos twitched against the soft plush of your thighs, squeezing every now and then to ground himself. It wasn’t until your legs started to burn that you were reminded of something. You quickly stopped your movements and grinned down at Swerve as he abruptly gasped and looked at you with a beautiful expression of desperation. 

“Wh-why- why’dya stop?” Swerve asked, his speech slurred from the sudden absence of pleasure.

“Sorry, but I just remembered that you’re the one who’s supposed to be fucking me.” You pulled yourself off of his spike and he let out a pathetic mewl at the loss of your body. His pout was quickly wiped from his face when he witnessed you getting down on all fours and slyly shaking your hips at him. You turned to smirk over your shoulder at him as he gawked at you. Not another second had passed before Swerve was on top of you, his spike easily finding its way back into your slick folds. He started pounding into you, the weight of his body pressing down nicely on your back as he mounted you.

“Mnh, there you go, good boy Swerve.” You moaned out as his spike pistoned in and out of you, shoving your body into the mattress. Swerve was brought to a mindless ramble as your pussy sucked him in deeper and tightened around him.

“Ahfraggingprimusyouretight-“ Swerve whimpered as you clenched around him harder. Your body trembled as you felt his spike throb inside you. Swerve hovered over you, intertwining his servos over your fingers as he thrust into you rapidly. “F-Frag, ____ I’m not gonna l-last much longer-“

“Good, keep going. I want you to fill me with your transfluid. Overload in me like the good mech you are.” You grinned against the mattress, turning to look at him smugly, reaching down between your legs to rub at your clit. Swerve leaned down to mewl and whine against the back of your neck as he chased his own pleasure, pushing your hips further up with every pump of his hips. 

“Fuck, Swerve- I’m-!“ You felt your eyes roll back at the drag of his thickness against your walls and you let out a filthy moan as you hit your climax. You felt the slick of your cum coat his panels as your sex tightened  around him. The whimper that left his vocalizer was angelic as he let his spike empty itself within you. Thick ropes of transfluid coated your insides, the warm sensation of sheer fullness bringing you back down from your high. Your body continued to pulse around his spike, milking him of the last of his overload as he gave a few final lazy thrusts. 

The two of you lay there panting for a while before he slowly pulled out of you, watching in awe as his cum started to slide down your thighs. You slowly turned and sat up, feeling your combined fluids seeping out of you and onto the sheets. 

“Ah… that was… let me get you a towel.” Swerve gasped, stepping to the closet to grab a towel to wipe you down with, wetting it with warm water before gently cleaning you. He lifted and placed you on the other side of the bed, putting the used towel over the wet spot after cleaning and closing his panels. 

You stared at the red and white mech with unveiled adoration as he finally sat next to you again. You leaned in and peppered his face with kisses as he gently rubbed your thigh. 

“Swerve, you do know how to keep your mouth shut about some things, right?” You murmured sleepily, hoping the bartender could keep his mouth shut for at least a week or two before word got out that the human is a mechfucker.

“Uhuh, yeah. Definitely.” Swerve nodded with determination. You sighed with a small smile, already accepting that your next appearance in the bar would not be the same after this.

[stiltsthegm]

GOTY 2024 #1 - Heaven Will Be Mine

I can't believe it took me this long to play Heaven Will Be Mine. It's over 6 years old at this point. I had known about it since it released, so it's not like it blindsided me or anything. I just...never got around to it. At the same time, though, I'm glad it took me this long to play Heaven Will Be Mine. I don't know if 2018 Iris would have appreciated it as much, or in the same way. Fuck, I still hadn't figured out I was Iris until 2021 so, you know, things are looking a whole lot different from the other side of that.

Heaven Will Be Mine is a visual novel about three women who pilot giant mechs for three different factions. These mechs, however, cannot kill, because they weren't designed for fighting things of flesh and blood or even metal. They were designed to fight ideas. These girls will try to use them to make their own ideas real.

Every fight in the game is a conversation, an argument, a reminiscing, a flirtation, a reconciliation. Pluto's mech is massive and overwhelming and all-encompassing because that's what Pluto's personality feels like. Saturn's mech is slippery and bitey and scrappy because she's a mischievous brat. Heaven Will Be Mine sees the metaphor of the humanoid mech and decides to simply toss aside the thin barrier of separation between man and machine. The man is the machine, the machine exists because the man sees themselves in it and as it. In such a world, a child might decide that this new and potentially limitless expression of the self is far more liberating and fulfilling than anything they had on Earth. They might decide to stay in space to build a new life for themselves. To be a new type of human. One that doesn't fit the previous definitions.

And what would happen if Earth decided it didn't want the definition of "human" to change?

The three factions in the game represent three different answers to that question. It's a testament to this game's phenomenal writing that all three answers feel "right," even if there's one particular ending I like more than the others (mine is Cradle's Graces, for the record). Because that's the only true way to handle that question, isn't it? We're all trying to figure out what being us even means, and we're gonna have different ways of doing that.

God, I've been rambling about themes and introspection and shit and I haven't even mentioned the art and the music. It's stunning, gorgeous, evocative, and I could heap more superlatives on it, but it'd start to feel insincere even though I mean every word of it. I adore every character in this game and want only the best for them. I love reading every chat log and news article and mission briefing. Every ending makes me cry, even when I'm seeing them for the second time.

I suppose it's fitting that the only game that had a chance of knocking 1000xResist from first place was an even gayer visual novel that came out almost 7 years ago and is a contender for one of my favorite games of all time. And if you don't agree with me, well...

[fictional-gods-tournament]

Round 1

Characters' info under the cut

R'hllor (wiki)

Domain: Fire and light

Twilight Sparkle (wiki)

Domains: Magic and Friendship

Propaganda:

Her apotheosis happens during the show after her studies in Friendship and Magic which I think is lovely. The academic viewpoint on this is amazing, in which she becomes a god after completing her thesis and thematically its a really nice way to wrap up a character arc. I also just adore her. She is a great character. Autism

The Bifrost / Yog-Sothoth (wiki of music album in which the character is mentioned)

Domains: chaos and rainbows

Propaganda:

okay so yog sothoth is giant and eldritch and fucked up, and also it's the bifrost, so it's rainbow too. it destroyed, well first a train (unintentionally built for it by odin) and then the entire yggdrasil system (80 years later because someone (lyf) looked into the train when it arrived and got a bit possessed). Even the mechanisms, at this point still very immortal and unkillable (one of them got stuck in a sun for a century in the album just before this and was fine) are scared of it (when lyf tells them the train arrived raphaella. the most likely to do an unethical science. mentions that they "should be going". she's scared of it). It twists the people on the train into things I'm… not even sure i can quote! Loki and Sigyn try to fight it but they can only keep the train from landing for so long and even then they're in enormous pain to do it. The bifrost may just be the single most powerful entity through all the albums because of this evidence? The only defense is to delay or run away, no other choices here. I love it 10/10 deity the mechs know exactly what their audience likes and it's this

[lets-try-some-writing]

Hi! Longtime lurker here, I adore your writing and all the oneshots you publish. Do you have any cute headcanons about Optimus and Elita’s relationship (for instance, how they met, deciding to become Conjuxed, and other miscellaneous stuff)?

That I do! I love them very much your honor, so let me specify based on continuity. For now, lets stick to G1. I've had longer to think about them.

G1

Orion and Ariel met in a barfight. Orion decked someone for making nasty comments about Ariel and she in turn decked Orion thinking he was the one being gross.

They made up afterwards with a drink and proceeded to dance the night away, promptly exchanging communication lines.

Once Orion figured out where Ariel worked and after they had been talking for a while, he marched across Iacon in order to sign on at her depot.

Dion thought he was nuts but came along because he enjoyed the drama.

Orion made it a point to be a gentlemech even while working at the docks. He would carry anything heavier than a cat for Ariel's and would go out of his way to get her energon for her so she didn't have to stand in line for rations.

They began courting after Orion got into yet another fist fight in Ariel's defense. He got his face busted in, and while Ariel helped him get patched up, Orion blurted out that he couldn't just let other mechs touch her.

Ariel took that personally and proceeded to become just as devoted as Orion. This earned the duo many gags and amusing reactions from their fellows who referred to them as the "lovebirds".

Ariel and Orion never actually managed to be Conjunxed as dock workers. That came later when they met under the light of Luna 1 before the Exodus late into the war. Optimus brought Elita-One the last crystal rose he could find and asked her to be his Conjunx right there.

She agreed and they spent a mere three cycles together before having to go their separate ways. But Elita wore a simple pendant with contained a petal of that single rose. Optimus for his part carried the piece of Elita's antennae that had been torn off in combat.

During the war, when they were able, Optimus and Elita would call each other by their old names and dance under the stars, singing wild songs from the docks while playing music that didn't match the mood in the slightest.

When the war ended, Elita wept for Optimus during his many moments of death. But after each miraculous return, they would always reaffirm their oaths to each other. Usually with a few soft touches.

Post war, Elita and Optimus are the most sappy couple to have ever become a thing. They are constantly calling each other nicknames like "honey", "Sweetspark", "pooch" (that one is elita's and only for when she's feeling mischievous), "My forever", and Optimus's favorite, "My rose." (For obvious reasons).

They openly wear very obvious marks of their conjunxing now that they aren't being attacked left, right, and center. Elita keeps her pendant but also loves to have a little engraving of Optimus's pet name for her on her neck guard. Slightly scandalous, but she enjoys it, especially because Optimus has "pooch" written on his inner thigh where only she and the very observant can see.

They are also very good at being quiet about their activities as a couple. But when they feel like shooing mecha away, they love to get sappy and gross everyone out of the room.

They are also notoriously dramatic when the situation isn't serious. Put them in a war room and neither will so much as smile. But give them a minor issue, and they can and will make fun of those who are enduring some slight embarrassment.

Whenever Optimus takes on a new apprentice (adopts a child-), Elita has been known to mother them relentlessly in her own way. Some get beat around in training, others get homemade goodies. Others still may end up getting actually adopted.

Rodimus still has no idea that technically he's Optimus and Elita's on paper. Only Kup and Ultra Magnus know. Both think its hilarious and have no intention of telling poor Rodimus anytime soon.

[moonlight-tmd]

Hi there! Hope you are having a great day!

Do you have any shattered glasses blitzbee ideas or headcanons?

Oh, shattered glass huh? Let's see, hmmm.

SG!Blitzwing's personalities are inverted (obviously); Icy=Happy, Hotheat=Scaredycat, Random=Deadpan. It would be quite a disaster if the two variants met.

SG!Bumblebee is silent, scared and obedient in contrast to his talkative, cocky and rebellious self. He's been thru so much abuse; mental and physical, all thanks to his teammates.

When the two began meeting, Bee was super skittish. Even going as far as faking fights when they were all alone in fear someone might actually be there. It was a while before Bee got enough courage to stop acting and start enjoying his time with the new friend.

Blitzwing, having no impulse control, probably spilled the beans to his bestie Lugnut about the little autobot boyfriend he got. These two are just fangirling in Blitz's room much to everyone's confusion.

(Side note; Lugnut does not like Megatron much. He does what's told but other that that he only tolerated him.)

Bee and Blitz did not start dating after a heartfelt confession, Blitz literally just picked Bee up after x amount of meetings and declared they are dating now. Bee just rolled with it, he didn't really know how to say "no".

Bee may be scared and silent but he's an effective and quick killer. He was used to being send on quick in-and-out missions to eliminate targets he even if he's small and cowardly, he's dangerous and not to be trifled with. Blitzwing doesn't care, he just loves this tiny adorable grounder to bits.

Blitzwing made it his mission to be Bee's emotional support pet- eh, mech? Same thing. The point is he will not leave Bee alone for more than few minutes, Bee has anxiety and will hide if it gets too bad.

When Bee wants to speak he will only do so in sign language. Very rarely does he speak with his voice to others, only doing that when Blitzwing is near. He speaks the most when he and Blitz and all alone, only Blitzwing is allowed to hear his voice like that.

SG!Bee's paintjob is white with black accents, SG!Blitz's paintjob is gray with teal and black. Color of the faces is following; blue=yellow, red=green, black=white.

Somewhere in the time of Bee being with the cons, Blitz brought back a cat for them to take care of. It grew to be a big maine coon and Blitz calls it their baby.

Bee finds it calming to water and take care of plants. It's not a big obsession, he just has a little corner with potted plants to sit and relax in. He likes the ones that flower most.

Usually Bee wouldn't join Blitz in his spontaneous dances out in the open, Blitzwing doesn't make him dance with him either. But when they're all alone Blitzwing puts on slow and sensual music for them to hold each other and sway back and forth in a gentle waltz.

That's all i can think of for now, have a nice day!

[dragqueenstarscream]

as a drag queen myself, i'd love to hear your thoughts on the potential for the scene in Cybertron culture and/or which bots/cons would be into it

TFP Screamer and KO are 100% a queen and king respectively

- @shenaniganeryfromtheabyss

yessss, i love this subject! (i'd love to dig more into being a drag king myself; i have the look and the persona, just not the stage lmao)

the way i see it, since bots can get their bodies reformatted to match their preferred gender if they desire, changing one's body to look like a different gender (or further enhance their current one) is viewed as a form of artistry. however, since their bodies are much less malleable than ours, it can be tricky to get it just right. as such, drag artists are seen not only as performers, but as walking works of art, as much as a canvas or a sculpture.

the drag scene on cybertron is surprisingly lively. because it's so difficult to get right, successful artists can often fill swanky performance halls with adoring fans and art connoisseurs alike. it's also not uncommon to find up and coming artists in nightclubs, trying to get a foothold in the scene. it's not nearly as taboo as it is on earth, pretty much.

as for who'd be into it, well...

starscream: THE foremost queen. i've talked before about how much i love the idea of drag queen starscream. hell, it's the origin of my url. he's all about elegance and grace, a femme fatale in the truest sense.

knock out: he'd be a drag king, definitely. his whole thing would be playing up his sexuality, portraying the idea of a sexy, slutty clubgoer out prowling for a big, strong man to take him home.

arcee: i absolutely see her as a drag king. she leans more into sophistication, a classy, young gentlemech who knows how to win pretty femmes' hearts. think "sway" by michael buble. it also lets her play with her bisexuality, which she sees as an added bonus.

wheeljack: call me crazy, but i feel like wheeljack's the kind of mech who's so confident in in his masculinity that he's not afraid to put on a dress and some makeup. he doesn't take himself too seriously, but that's part of the fun for him. he loves making people laugh with his performances.

jazz: i feel like jazz could go either way. king, queen, something in between, he just likes the performance of it. it's a great way to let loose and connect with his love of music and performance in general.

optimus: surprise! while i don't think optimus would be a full on performer because of everything else on his shoulders, that doesn't mean he doesn't get up to some stuff in private. it's kind of nice, being someone else for a while. he doesn't let himself get too engrossed in his fantasy, but he won't deny, he's a pretty femme.

[cozzzynook]

Bringing you some Soundrod fluff :3

Soft music filled the air of the small apartment, a voice hummed along to the tune echoing throughout the kitchen. Sweet scents filled the air only getting stronger with each moment. Hot Rod happily stirred the energon soup in slow broad strokes, his spoiler gleefully fluttered when he heard the apartment door open.

"Hey, welcome home" Hot Rod smiled "You're just in time for dinner"

"It smells good, glad I brought some oil cake on the way home" Soundwave spoke as he wrapped both arms around the red mech's waist pulling Hot Rod into a hug. Snapping back his mask the blue mech leaned down placing a kiss on Roddy's cheek.

"Soundwave, that tickles!" Hot Rod giggled as he playfully swatted his conjunx with his spoiler in an attempt to get Soundwave to stop. "I'm cooking still, I don't want to accidently burn you"

"That's a risk I'm willing to take" Soundwave purred as he nuzzled his helm into the crook of the red mech's neck. "I'll gladly suffer a thousand burns if it means I get to kiss you every day"

"Is that so?" Hot Rod smirked as he leaned into the gentle touches. "Even if it means I get to nurse you back to health like a sick turbo pup?"

Soundwave's face grew a few shades of pink as he quickly turned his helm away bashfully. The blue mech's engine gave a soft rumble as he began to softly whisper. "Y-yes..."

With a chuckle it was Hot Rod's turn to give the kiss, placing it gently on the corner of Soundwave's lips. "Love you, Waves"

"I love you too"

Oh my gosh this is so sweet & adorable!!!

[monsterblogging]

Quotes from the Pacific Rim commentary re: Guillermo del Toro's aesthetic decisions

"You cannot do world creation without filling in with texture and detail."

...

"People think that world creation - movie, for example - is the big gestures. But it isn't. It's all this small details. Look at the markings. Look at the vehicles that open the doors. Look at the banners and the markings in the crawler that moves the robot. Everything is full of detail. We designed this."

....

"We going to what I call gothic tech, or goth tech. Which is to go right away into a world that is rusting, that is in decay, where you have the concrete is cheap, the paint is chipping off, the armors in the robots is dented, it's sort of pitted and they feel like knights, like these ancient knights, and we start accumulating, for example, atmosphere."

...

"I wanted the movie to be very romantic, but not romantic in the Harlequin novel sense or the romance novel sense of the word. I wanted it to be romantic in its epicness. You know, I wanted it to feel like an opera. I wanted it to feel dramatic. So instead of doing this in a well-lit street in New York I wanted this first fight to happen in an almost like, the middle of a romantic painting, like Caspar David Friedrich is a romantic painter I adore. And I wanted very much for it to happen in the rain in the middle of a tempest in an ocean where the waves are crashing into them. And the water throughout the movie becomes an incredibly complex expressive element."

...

"We're going to go from the biggest, the widest, to the little bug of a pilot crawling out of the helmet. Isolate Raleigh. You know, we isolate Raleigh. I'm telling the story: Look at the markings on his suit, the burn marks on his skin, those are going to become scars that he's going to carry for the rest of the movie. And I'm telling you this is when we started losing. This was the price for arrogance, this was the price for youth, and we're staining the white with red. I'm trying to build a character not just by the work of the actor, but by the storytelling with audiovisual elements."

...

"And look at this, Raleigh's all introduced in this one color, he'd golden, gold colors, and he's all coated in warm greens and earth tones and the light that is bathing him is always golden, and it's about that color coming together with Mako's dominant color, and Pentecost in this case, which is connected with Mako, which are blue."

...

"So this, we come to the scene where they meet for the first time. And I have color-coded this scene entirely in those two colors, in the blue and the ambers. You know, the bright ambers and the blue, the sort of cyan blue. And this is Mako meeting Raleigh, so the entire thing needs to be color-coded like that. And Mako's blue, because I'm making her origin to the kaiju, the kaiju blue, the blood of the kaiju - but also you will see in a few minutes a memory. A memory that is all color-coded in blue and splashes of red in her past as a child. And that blue has stained her hair. Even her hair has this strands of blue because she cannot get rid of that memory. She carries it in her."

...

"We color-coded, for example, the Chinese robot, we color-coded it red and gold and is patterned after medieval armor, and it needs to feel Chinese in essence, it needs to respond to martial arts movements; its musical theme is very strong."

...

"And here again we have now a robot, a Jaeger, that is designed, a mech that is designed to resemble a T-series Russian tank, color-coded like that, with like a cooling tower from a nuclear reactor on top."

...

"And we introduce Striker Eureka, the Australian Jaeger, which is designed a little bit like an all-terrain vehicle and color-coded with the outback camouflage colors and is the most masculine of the robots, of the Jaegers, of the mech, and is very much testosterone-driven."

...

"We talked about the color red; well, here it becomes very important. We have these characters fighting that is very very color-coded to be warm; we have a lot of reddish art direction here. We color-coded this arena in black and red. The stakes, the wood, the machines, the color of the light hitting the machines, the symbols on the wall, everything is permeated with red. Because again, I wanted red to symbolize sort of the heart. And Mako's going to find her heart and Raleigh's going to find his heart, or life, by connecting with Mako. We saw him bleeding - the last time we saw red with any importance other than the Chinese robot was when he was bleeding in the beach."

...

"And again, red coming in and linking these three characters; these three characters are the heart of the movie, you know. And blood for nobility and mortality is what makes us human. And Pentecost and Raleigh and Mako are the heart of the film."

...

"And now we start bringing, literally, bringing the crazy colors into the film. I wanted to color code this movie, bring it as close as possible to a living anime, or a living incarnation of a magazine that was very important for me growing up, which is Heavy Metal with Angus McKie, Richard Corben, Chris Foss, all these guys working with super primary colors, and I wanted to bring that saturation of colors to this, and for that I needed Hannibal Chau to meet Newt in Hong Kong."

...

"In shooting the film, we then came to the final moment and again, these three characters, Mako, Raleigh, and Pentecost, which have existed in a blue-amber world start to come to a red space, you know? This is the first time we used this red space properly in this film. Other than the Chinese robot, we were very careful with not coding anything in red. But now, at the end of the adventure, everybody's coming away. And at the end of the life, at the end of their life, that is Mako, Raleigh, everybody's gonna find this light is red. And now I can talk to you about the way I sort of organized the three fights for Raleigh. I wanted one fight with the kaiju to be the fight where he loses someone. He loses his brother in the beginning. That's where he bleeds red, you know? Then the second fight in Hong Kong is where he gains a partner. He loses a partner in the first fight, he gains a partner on the second fight. And in this final fight, he saves that partner. So, it's a full circle. I show him in the construction area in the beginning sitting in a sort of throne of concrete, if you remember, when he meets Pentecost; he made an incomplete circle. And here he completes that circle."

[iheartpeppino]

I'm bored, so I'm just gonna write what I find most attractive or appealing about each Pizza Tower character!

Peppino Spaghetti - His superhuman strength and speed is extremely impressive, and watching him in action is immensely satisfying. Also, the fact he takes the time to save the bosses from the crumbling Pizza Tower shows he has a caring heart. I'm also very fond of how expressive Peppino is, and I'm also quite fond of his design in general; he's a middle-aged, balding overweight man yet I find him very handsome.

Gustavo - Admittedly, I find Gustavo quite handsome and even cute. I also like that he's supposed to be a Mario expy whose partner is Rick the Hamster instead of Yoshi; it's an interesting spin. It's also nice Gustavo cares enough about Peppino that he's willing to help him take on the Pizza Tower, even if it means facing giant rats. I found out not too long ago that Gustavo has a son... but he's not married? Is he divorced? WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MINDS WOULD DIVORCE GUSTAVO!? HE'S SUCH A NICE GUY WHAT THE HECK!?

Brick - Just like all the Stupid Rats, Brick is super adorable. One look at those eyes and I'm done. He's too cute. I love him. I want a Stupid Rat plushie and I want it NOW.

Mr. Scott Stick - This bald, skinny twig of a man... is admittedly handsome in my eyes. He's a jerk who scams desperate people for money, but GOSH... I've said it before, and I'll say it again, Mr. Stick can get it. He's a cutie. Is it the suit? I dunno, maybe. That, and he's apparently a huge dork when he's not scamming people... which I find endearing, oddly.

Phil Pepperman - This pepper is an absolute unit with a big grin and striking blue eyes. I wouldn't call myself a simp, but I understand completely why some people find Pepperman attractive. Personally, I find his pseudo-intellectual personality off-putting, but he is quite good-looking for a pepper.

Vigert Ebenezer Lantte - He's an older guy with a cowboy motif and a great sense of justice and responsibility. How can you not find that attractive? Yes, I know he's a cheese slime, who cares! Don't think I haven't seen people simp over this guy and draw him as a human, either!

Theodore "The" Noise - I'm not a Noise simp by any stretch, but if there is one thing I can say that's attractive about him... it would be his youthful spirit. Yes, The Noise is a manchild, but that's not always a bad thing.

Noisette - She's a very silly little lady whom I find very cute. I appreciate that her design is just as goofy as her boyfriend's, too.

Fake Peppino - What can I say? He's a monster, and I'm a monster lover. I like that he's adorable, silly, AND super deadly! I wanna kiss the frog man, if he'll let me.

Pizzaface - I've seen people draw this mech with a big, beefy body. I get it. Pizzaface's design is appealing, why wouldn't you give him a beefy body to match how powerful he is...?

Pizzahead - HANDSOME UNHINGED SILLY-ASS PIZZA CLOWN MAKES MY MIND GO BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. The sheer autism I have for this guy is unreal. His laugh, his design, his obsession with Peppino, his weird motivations... HE'S NUTS AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

Pillar John - Uh... I like his hat? I mostly find John intimidating due to his sheer size and that damned Meatophobia music that plays when you go near him...

Gerome - He has a neat design. I've seen some interesting fan art of him hooking up with pretty girls who are much taller than he is. Good for him, honestly.

BONUS: Maurice Spaghetti - He looks like Peppino but with more hair and facial hair... in other words, handsome. Too bad his personality is utterly abysmal!

[papagabu]

You seem really into Sonic, but you've occasionally referenced other media what other things besides Sonic are you a fan of? movies, shows, games, whatever.

I'm the sort of person who doesn't stick to one thing really; right now I'm really into Sonic, but if nothing keeps the momentum of my interest going, I might switch to something else until something cool Sonic-related comes out.

As for what other things I like in terms of shows, I've always had a love for Western cartoons. Anime and other Eastern media are great too, but stuff like Invader Zim, Courage the Cowardly Dog, and various other Cartoon Network and Nickelodeon shows made my childhood. I'm also a big fan of horror. Silent Hill also, for some reason, was part of my childhood. I got in trouble in kindergarten for drawing Pyramid Head. The school was concerned why a child was drawing a knife-wielding monster, but my tiny brain was like, "Cool big sexy buff man who kills people," so I just naturally wanted to draw him.

As for games, I have a much more varied taste in games, as video games are my personal favorite form of media. Something about the art form fascinates me; I love how games can tell stories in ways no other media can due to the more personal and interactive means at which the consumer approaches the story. Sonic is among my favorite franchises; it caught me at a young age, going over to my friend's house and playing Sonic Adventure 2 on his GameCube and playing the Tails mech stages because something about them enraptured my young mind. But I also love The Elder Scrolls, Morrowind, Oblivion, and Skyrim; they are all games I adore, put tons of hours into, and love learning about the lore of. And despite the fact games like Mario and Sonic were part of my childhood earlier than Halo was, I believe Halo to be the franchise that truly got me into gaming. It was the first franchise that really got me into learning about the lore and the world, and everything about it just captivated me beyond "Funny Green Man shoots alien until they die. and isn't afraid of anything."

Edit: I fucking hate that Marty O'Donnell (Halo's original composer and sound designer) ended up being transphobic. This guy who made some of my favorite music ever thinks a group of people shouldn't have the right to express their true selves.

FUCK!

[alwaysmellowkryptonite]

About Me

Name: Krypt

Age: 18+ <- This dumbass is somehow a legal adult

Pronouns: He/They, Any/Ask

Stuff to Know:

* I'm an AAA battery; Autistic, Anxious, and ADHD (+ Depression, but eh)

* We're also Plural! <- His ass ain't diagnosed/silly, hj

* You'll probably see Jubi, Poppy, and a couple others around eventually... We're usually very soupy though, and as such collectively go by Krypt here.

* Please don't ask us for advice, we hardly know what we're even doing half the time

Interests/Hobbies:

* Reading (If mostly fanfics and comics)

* Drawing (Ocs, friend's blorbos and fan art)

* Gardening and Florigraphy (I wanna start a garden someday, and flower language is really neat^-^)

Fandoms:

DC Comics (Particularly Batman- Cartoons, webtoon, 1960s live action series <- I miss how lighthearted and silly it was)

Undertale & Deltarune (I just adore how creative this Fandom can be)

Lego Monkie Kid (Sadly haven't been able to watch it myself, but I love what I've heard and seen about it!)

Pressure (I absolutely adore the story behind it all, even if I haven't played it for myself)

Five Nights at Freddy's (Again, haven't played, but the story has me in a death grip)

Slay the Princess (Just got started playing, and it's absolutely heart-rending 😭/pos)

Murder Drones (Haven't caught up yet, but damnnnn)

The Amazing Digital Circus (My feelsiesss 😭)

Transformers (Slowly getting back into it, wish I could draw mechs, honestly)

Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss (So much drama fr fr)

Epic The Musical (Enough said, right?)

Dandy's World (I've found it to be really fun and cute!^^)

Blog Info:

@alwaysmellowkryptonite You are here. This is my Main/Reblog blog

@draw-to-live My art blog

[To be edited and added to later]

[that-creature-thing]

Ok It's rambling time! I think I like rambling into the void on here so I'll probably do it more often lol

It's amazing how easily music can flip a switch in my brain lol maybe detrimental to my inspiration but what can ya do!

I have playlists for AUs so I have this one inspired by Vicious by Bohnes where Prowl is a dancer at the Cybertronian equivalent of a strip club. He loves it. He's a bad bitch that will absolutely fuck you up if you piss him off.

Here comes Jazz, he can't afford the club but he's a sneaky fucker. He's great at pickpocketing! He sees Prowl up there working the pole and is instantly smitten. He needs a night with this mech!

So he hits up the bartender, and of course it's Swerve. I love him so much and thought it would be cute if he and cunty Prowl were Amica. So Jazz is trying to get the deets on that sexy dancer and Swerve looks him up and down and is just... Shakes his head with an apologetic smile "She (I like the idea Prowl is gender fluid/non binary) will eat you up and spit you out, mech"

No one ever listens to Swerve though, despite the fact he's never wrong when it comes to Prowl. Jazz is no exception lol

Here comes Prowl, completely ignores Jazz as he tries to say hi like a love struck teenager, and plants a kiss on Swerve's cheek! Then, shoots a glare at Jazz and asks, "He bothering you?"

Jazz sputters "Wha-? So that's how it is? You coulda just said he's already taken-"

Prowl cuts him off with a scowl "What?”

"Sorry sweetspark, this mech's pining for ya. Tried to scare 'em off... But you know how they get," Swerve sighs.

"You're making him seem like a psycho!" Jazz squawks.

Prowl smiles wickedly, flashing fangs. "Maybe I am..." He grabs Jazz and kisses him fiercely, biting his lip in the process before shoving him away.

Lip bleeding, Jazz stumbles in a daze.

"You should run along now, little mech," Prowl purrs, watching Jazz like a predator. Oh he would absolutely devour this cute little mech. He could definitely ruin his life...

"Jazz, 'm Jazz. Do you uh... Take shanix for a uh, ya know..." Jazz asks with only a slight warble to his tone.

"Honey, I don't think you can afford me," Prowl smirks, looking him up and down again.

"H-how much for a night?"

"A night?!" Swerve cuts in. "You can't be-"

Prowl states his rates. (It's a lot)

Jazz deflates, knees nearly giving out. But he straightens up with a look of determination. "I-I can get it! I can! I'll be back!" He grins confidently and takes an abrupt leave.

Swerve just shakes his head. "Poor kid has no idea what he's getting into..."

"Mmm... He's quite adorable," Prowl's tongue dances over his fangs.

"You are a cruel mistress," Swerve chuckles.

Jazz manages to scrounge up the shanix. Even enough to get himself cleaned up before he returns. He's absolutely NOT prepared for the danger that comes with wheedling his way into Prowl's life. While Jazz is far from being a saint and has no compunction against engaging in illegal activities, Prowl is on an entirely different level.

One of these days, I will write this fic! I literally started conceptualizing it uuuuh, according to my discord notes, 09/20/2023! A year tomorrow lmao