#Tarn Park

[petec9099]

An interesting variety of Insects

[vynnie47]

Since my chromedome post got a little attention I’m now forcing tumblr to witness my characters as animal opinions, I really like animals and everything I say is entirely correct

Rewind- calico British shorthair

Swerve- hermit crab

Rodimus- bengal cat

Ratchet- Awassi ram

Fortress Maximus- highland cow

Red alert- kengal shepherd dog

Optimus- these fuckass massive hares that I’m not entirely convinced are real

Starscream- grey parrot (because he’s loud and annoying and I hate him)

Pharma- great horned owl

Tarn- australian cashmere goat

Shockwave- either a stag beetle or a japanese giant spider crab (I genuinely couldn’t pick)

[hopefulkidshark]

Lake Quill-Tarn, Fiordland National Park, New Zealand: Lake Quill is a tarn located in New Zealand's Fiordland National Park at 979 m above sea level. The cirque lake of approximately 1.2 km² is the source of Sutherland Falls, one of the highest waterfalls ... Wikipedia

[cyber-streak-2]

Tarn: It’s a white flag, Autobot! You’d better start waving it!

Rodimus, speaking on behalf of the others: The only thing we’ll be waving is your decapitated head on a stick in front of the rest of your team!

Tarn: ...Good lord.

[breathe-rainbow]

Some of my favourite local spots for you ~anon~

📍 Lake District, UK

[sourswords]

Let you cut me open Just to watch me bleed Gave up who I am for who you wanted me to be Don't know why I'm hoping For what I won't receive Falling for the promise of the emptiness machine

[merpmonde]

Moissac: home to the world's best grapes (IMO)

Located on the river Tarn in southwestern France, Moissac is most famous for its grapes, specifically Chasselas. This green, sweet and thin-skinned grape is just marvellous, my personal favourite, and Chasselas de Moissac season is a sure sign that Autumn is nearly here.

When I saw that Moissac wasn't too far from where I was living at the time, of course I had to visit, and as the photos demonstrate, it was well worth the trip on a sunny, unseasonably warm early November day (I ate lunch on the terrace at the restaurant, that's insane for November!).

The heart of the town is its 11th-century Romanesque abbey. The monks there had a vineyard to tend to (what else?), and as the railways and tourism developed in the 19th century, Moissac envisioned becoming a "uval resort", in the same vein as thermal or seaside resorts, only with grapes as the centre theme. A full uval complex didn't come to fruition, but the local grapes began to be transported out of the region for the rest of France to appreciate. Cheers!

[witchofthesouls]

Witchy, you can't leave us hanging with onsies! Who made Tarn and nurse's newsparks' onsies!?!

It's Vos.

He has the size and the hand dexterity to follow patterns since everyone is dealing with the fallout between you and Overlord.

Between the cleanup, the premature emergence, your interrogation, and Nickel's MacGyvering ability tested to the max, the Peaceful Tyranny went on lockdown for repairs and docked at the Nemesis.

Tarn wasn't happy. He literally set fire to his berth and linen because of Overlord's "wretched stench upon them," and holed himself in the ship's medbay to chase away anyone else that's not D.J.D or a superior officer. He still attended meetings as it's mandated, but mechs gave him a wider berth with the new unhinged tension, the rampant rumors of Overlord's missing head, and the explosion of 'misplaced' T-cogs around the base.

Whatever Nickel wanted, Nickel got it. With extreme force or maiming if necessary.

(On a side note, Vos was happy to pick up a new hobby: sewing. Not only did he make textured onesies for the second clutch for thermoregulation. He can apply those new skills in his line of work as well. Granted, he needs more work stitching up protection as his lines are wonky on a breathing (and sobbing) subject. Then again, he is using the traitors' own fuel lines and ligaments to sew up their orifices...)

[piacarriveau1990blog]

[emperornorton47]

Eagle Lake

[petec9099]

Migrants arrive!

[lymphomalass]

"Each step forward is progress."

It can be frustrating when we get knockbacks and progress is slow. The diagnosis we've dreaded. The business opportunity that evaporates. The family or other personal interaction that didn't go as we hoped.

Many of these steps can have a forward motion. The diagnosis can mean we finally get the treatment that will help. Realising the opportunity was never going to materialise can help us take a different better route. The difficult interaction can help us understand someone better, and that may lead to a better relationship. Each of these has been my experience, at one time or another.

It can be forward progress, even when it doesn't feel like that.

Seeing it as a step forward may help us to cope, especially when the path ahead looks like a long one. It's helped me. It might help you.

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Thanks!

Sam aka LymphomaLass xx

[anon-e-miss]

Reformation - 2

Though Lockdown was tempted to frag the enforce bitch with his hook, he wanted more from this enforcer  than his energon, just bleeding him was far too easy. As Prowl had ruined the bounty hunter’s operations, Lockdown was going to ruin him. Sure, he had done a good job of that already, the edges of what had been the enforcer’s dock was soft and puffy. It might have been mistaken for swelling but Lockdown knew better. This was the beginning of the slut’s folds. They said you could tell how may knots an Omega had taken by how low their folds hung. He would have Prowl’s hang down to his knees if he got his way, and Lockdown fully intended to do just that. There was a bounty on his helm, a rather impressive one, the slut’s buddies in the enforcers were putting up a good chase but Lockdown and the Death’s Head were quicker than they could hope to be.

They were parked in Tarn at the moment. Because he loved to see the horror and the pain on the bitched Alpha’s face, Lockdown mostly kept him on his back. He wanted him to see. Lockdown held the enforcer’s red chevron and forced his forced him to wash as he raped his ruined spike. Lockdown groaned and grunt. It was tight, painfully so but Lockdown wanted to feel Prowl’s broken frame lubricate for him. Prowl sobbed and bleeded for it to end but Lockdown only got harder as he cried. When the bounty hunter pulled back, there was there was energon on his spike, but there was pink lube too. He might have popped the slut’s hip when he pushed it back but Lockdown did not care. The enforcer howled as Lockdown grunted offer him, fragging his new breeding hole with all the force his could muster. As his knot popped in Prowl’s belly, Lockdown crushed his chevron as he filled his belly with his hot cum. Grinning cruelly, he let the enforcer’s helm fall back. Then, he took his sharp hook and carved it across his cum filled belly.

“Cum dump,” Lockdown told him. “That’s all you’ll be from now on. Maybe after I tire of you, your enforcers will keep you for the precinct bicycle.”

***

“Let’s see if y’re really ready,” Jazz said. He rolled Prowl onto his back. Prowl’s optics went wide before they crossed as Jazz tested his valve with his digits, hooking them against his gamma cluster as his thumb rubbing against his anterior node. He revved his magnets. Prowl worried his hips before the dam broke and he squirted all over Jazz’s digits. 

“Oh! Oh!” Prowl cried. “Jazz!”

“Gimme another,” Jazz told him. “Come on, Prowler, make a mess o’ my servo.”

“Ah!” Prowl shrieked as he squirted again under the stimulation of Jazz’s digits. “Oh! Frag! Jazzzzz!”

“That’s it, that’s it,” Jazz crooned. Prowl screamed as he overloaded again.

“Oh frag,” Prowl rolled his helm back. 

He felt Jazz climbed between his legs. Prowl did not have time to remember Lockdown. Jazz held his gaze as he lined his spike up with Prowl’s wet core and eased slowly inside. Both the heat of Jazz’s gaze and the coiled heat in his belly as his valve was filled had Prowl drop his jaw, in a needy moan. It was good. It was so good. It had never been so good. Jazz pulled Prowl’s leg over his hip as he slowly sank his spike to the root in Prowl’s hungry frame. There was no pain, just code-deep satisfaction and unfamiliar bliss. Jazz kept his optics locked on Prowl’s and Prowl could not look away. He clung to Jazz as the Alpha moved in him, gently, so gently. Though he was in rut and he should have been desperate, Jazz was delicate with him. Why did he know it was what Prowl needed?

As Jazz’s knot began to swell and it ground against Prowl’s folds, he bowed his helm, grunting as he maintained control. Prowl looked up at the ceiling and saw Jazz hunched over him, saw his own servos digging into the Polyhexian’s shoulders and saw the way his aft and thighs tensed as he thrust he buried his spike in Prowl gestational tank. Prowl’s jaw fell open, as his folds strained around Jazz’s knot and then, stars as it swelled against his gamma cluster. Prowl overloaded as Jazz knotted his valve, their arrays grinding together, making his anterior node spark. Jazz flooded his belly with transfluids, hot and thick, they filled his gestational tank. As Jazz collapsed against him, Prowl sighed, code well satisfied.

“Ya good, Prowler?” Jazz asked, face buried in Prowl’s shoulder.

“Mhm,” Prowl sighed.

“Good.”

It took more than one interface to satisfy a heat. Prowl saw himself in the mirror. Jazz was lying with his helm at the foot of the berth and Prowl was on top of him. He saw his heavy wells bounce as he rode Jazz’s spike. His belly was full and his spark was hot. They had spent three mega-cycles interfacing and there would be at least three or four more. Physically, he thought, his endurance should have been fading but he did not hurt. There were none of the usual aches, some of them just memory purges, like the broken pelvic girdle and dislocated hip Lockdown had left him with. Jazz was too gentle to hurt him, too careful. He played with Prowl’s aft while Prowl rode his spike and the overload was intense. 

“That’s it, Sweetspark,” Jazz cooed at him as he took him in the shower. “Ya just hang on ‘n I’ll take care o’ everythin’.”

Sweetspark. Prowl might have laughed but he was too busy moaning as he clung to Jazz as he was pinned against the shower wall. Jazz was effortlessly strong as he held Prowl up and fragged him deep. 

The pleasure of interface went deep into his struts, to the marrow of them, it was constant, warm and reassuring. It was a part of the Omega he was not familiar with. Code deep security in the arms of an Alpha. Even though his rut should have been all encompassing at this stage as it chased down Prowl’s own heat, Jazz was unhurried. He lingered on things that served no purpose in breeding Prowl, liking fragging his aft because Prowl enjoyed it so well, l. Came to the service of his processor less and less. Jazz made it easy to forget his humiliations. 

“Ah, ah!” Prowl squeezed his own well with one servo as he clung to the headboard with the other. 

Jazz held him to his face, fragging his valve with his glossa as he fragged his aft with his servo. Prowl optics rolled back in his helm. He was overload in a flood, but Jazz did not let up. He buzzed his magnets against Prowl’s transfluid duct while he sucked his anterior note. This would not make him heavy, it was the only think Jazz should have been thinking about but Jazz buzzed his magnets again and urged Prowl to gride his sopping valve against his face. His face was still smeared with Prowl’s lubricants when he drove his spike into Prowl’s wet and willing frame. Prowl wailed with satisfaction as Jazz folded him in half and took thrust deep, so deep. The Alpha’s crouched over Prowl as he pinned the Omega’s legs to his shoulders. It felt like Jazz’s spike was plunging all the way to the back of his gestational tank. His servos dug into the berth as his peds curled. It was hard to think. It was impossible to think.

***

Tears blinded Prowl, not that it mattered. Lockdown held his helm in servo and hook as he violently fragged his face. Prowl’s jaw had not stopped aching since Lockdown had knotted his mouth the first time. He knew it was going to hurt when he did it again. The Alpha’s spike filled his throat, choking him with no reprieve. His frame was covered in insults Lockdown had carved into his sentio-metallico. They scarred his processor and his spark as much as they did his frame. His frame itself was the greatest scar. An Alpha could be bitched, reformated through exposure to transfluids and fragging, but an Omega could never be anything greater than that. The virulent code carried in Alpha transfluids could not be carved out. Even if a medic could install a quasi-functional replacement spike, the code could not be changed and they would have heats. No matter what, their code would demand they bend over and be bred. Unlike a rut, there was no ignoring it.

“Frag!” Lockdown roared as he knotted Prowl’s mouth and filled his fuel tank with vile transfluids. Pain, sharper than the constant ache made Prowl gasp and he choked as he could not escape the Alpha’s spike.

His wells were large, garishly large. Lockdown claimed the transfluids he force Prowl to swallow was what would have them balloon. It was all he gave Prowl to fuel so Prowl often went hungry. He loathed how his mouth watered when Lockdown ordered him to open his mouth as his frame had become conditioned. In heat, out of heat, it did not matter. Apart from when he was in heat, they were on the move. Prowl’s doorwings could sense the atmospheric changes and the vibrations of the Death’s Head in flight. They only lingered in any one place when Prowl was in heat, when Lockdown did not wish to focus on anything but breeding Prowl. He was desperate to make Prowl heavy with his bastard.

“Ow, it hurts!” Prowl had no pride left and no strength to block out the pain. He was weak, pathetic and weak.

Lockdown pushed his face into the console as he raped Prowl. It was worse when he was out of heat, when there was no fog to dull his processor. The bounty hunter grunted like a mechanimal against Prowl’s doorwings as he carved his valve open with his hard spike. Prowl cried, frame shaking as he sobbed. He should have been stoic, to rob Lockdown of some satisfaction but he could not silence himself. Lubricant, transfluids and energon, dry and fresh stained his thighs. Lockdown liked to see the stains on him so he never let Prowl clean himself. He was a filthy whore, because that was what Lockdown wanted him to be. Even if he could find the strength to struggle, Lockdown had threatened to share him with his friends. Lockdown was such a greedy mech, the threat rang a little hollow but Prowl did not dare risk it.

“It hurts,” he sobbed. The bounty hunter’s transfluids stung the tears in his valve, the Alpha’s knot tearing fresh ones at his opening. Through his tears, he saw the port Lockdown had chosen, Simfur. 

[ppnuggie]

slides in,, claps hands together,, crosses legs,,

hello tumblr user ppnuggie i say ominously

i have a tarn request for you 🦀

first contact au where they dock on earth to snag a run away thats posing as reader's truck!! reader livin their best life pampering their old truck and driving on the beach and then theirs just a massive ass space ship on the beach and then giant ass robots come out and reader "nopes" the fuck outta there but when she gets to the parking lot her trUCK DUMPED HER and now shes having a very awkward staring competition with some purple man thats like "what is that thing?? its so small and squishy?? what do we do with it??" but also "its so cute,, it sounds adorable,, i like it,, i like this thing" and just fuckin,, nabs her

itd be absolutely delicious of you if there was a language barrier

　　　　　　TARN x fem reader

　　　　『　tarn ,, female reader 』

　　-> first contact au w/ tarn

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, lil crack ,, kidnapping

　　— kaon takes reader ,, lmk if you want another part to continue w/ this 🙏

        " are you sure he's here kaon ? i don't remember this planet or sector ." voice gruff and questioning the smaller bot . the red mech nodded ,, optics dark and empty as he smiled . " i'm sure of it , tarn ." he replied . the mech known as tarn nodded in return ,, looking at the scanners aboard the ship known as the peaceful tyranny . there was barely any trace of a cybertronian signal . barely ,, that is . there was a faint dot on the screen ,, showing one life signal .

        " prepare yourselves for departure . lets make this quick ,," tarn said to his crew ,, the djd ,, or better known as the decepticon justice division . " watch out for the life here ,, theyre .... organic ." he said slowly ,, disgust dripping from his words .

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        thankfully there werent a lot of people here today . not exactly hot enough for a beach day ,, per say ,, but you didnt mind that one bit . resting in the driver's seat of your old truck ,, you smothered your face with sunscreen . just because it was 70 degrees out didnt mean you were gonna risk getting toasted by the sun .

        glad there werent too many little kids around ,, you were able to enjoy your little day off without many interruptions . or so you thought ,, when all the sudden a gigantic ass space ship came outta nowhere . aint no way in hell you were gonna let this moment go though ,, knowing the ufos exist and the government was keeping those aliens locked up and away from public . fishing for your phone in your bag ,, you quickly drew it out and snapped your camera app open .

        switching to video ,, you got out your truck and starting to tape the spaceship . this was something outta star wars because aint no way this was government property and a thing for a movie . or maybe it was ? you werent too sure ,, busy being in awe of this majestic ship . until it had landed and out popped its crewmates .

        this had to be for a movie ,, it had to be . nothing like just happens on a wednesday . the most that happens is that commercial with the camel saying its hump day . this sorta thing happens on a friday or sunday . one of the robotic beings opened their mouth ,, static and chirps coming out . you werent too sure what it was saying though .

        it was all fine until they started looking around and one spotted you . it was quite big ,, purple with tank treads maybe ? it surely didnt look like something from the government ,, but it did look like it was some sort of military machine . a shorter yet more lanky one stomped forward ,, water splashing up against its legs as its hands wrapped around your body .

        your phone slipped from your hand ,, eyes wide with shock and jaw dropped open . " hey !" you yelled ,, pointing accusingly at it . " put me down this instant ! who do you think you are ?!" you spat at it . the being looked curious ,, chirping at the purple one you were just looking at .

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        " boss ! look ! its one of those organice you told us about !" kaon exclaimed ,, vos coming up beside him and looking at the creature . " it even gave me its goo ! that must mean we've bonded ! oh boss ,, can i keep it ?" kaok rushed excitedly towards tarn . he shoved the creature up at him ,," just look how cute it is ! please boss ! i promise to take care of it !"

        tarn backed away a bit ,, leaning down slightly to get a better look at it . " fine fine ,, just focus on the task at hand . as long as you keep it in your habsuite only ." the mech grunted ,, waving kaon away as he pulled up his internal scanners .

        tarn would later question his decision . the bot they were looking for had gone into hiding and with night falling ,, the leader had become quite irritated . he would just have to wait ,, it would seem .

[numbbrainstrorm]

A tarn for a unknown mutual that definitely wasn't living in my head rent free ( gotta pay up already)

And wasn't threatening me! 💜🖤

I can't tell if you want to punch him or me

But judging by your blog

You wanted to punch me 🧍

And just so you know

I'm not taking it back

And also I think he broke his right pinky lmao

Edit: after some confusion I was told they didn't wanted to Beat me up behind a parking lot after 10pm

[its-to-the-death]

Villain Song Showdown Preliminary Round #10

Top two will make it into the bracket

Songs below the cut

Licorice Land - Villain: Lord Licorice

Driver's Seat - Villain: Temeluchas

Golden Queen Galaxia - Villain: Sailor Galaxia

Va Tosca/Te Deum - Villain: Baron Vitellio Scarpia

The Empyrean Suite - Villain: Tarn

Not a song that exists but here is some info on it

Not So Bad - Villain: Baron von Nazi

One Step Ahead - Villain: Owen Carvour

The Coldest Goodbye Reprise - Villain: Owen Carvour

Let the Pun Fit the Crime - Villain: Dr. Screwball

A Terrible Ride - Villain: Siren