#You Will Know About Beast Wars

[devils-yui]

Remade an old OC, say hello once again to Titania!

My alien-humanoid oc from Beast Wars!

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I was also inspired by @emerald-dragonflame and thought to myself that, “hey maybe I should bring back my oc for my oc x canon, with Dinobot, who was also an alien!”

[moretheta]

without you

[theprincessandthepie]

replaying dragon age inquisition is just an exercise in “the rebel mages would not fucking do that”

[dio-the-thot-exterminator]

Tortured by knowledge

[olberic]

literally paused my episode of beast wars bc the idea of drawing blackarachnia possessed me. she deserves sooo much more than what the show gives her. shes an unwilling convert to the predacon side but clings to her predacon identity with everything she has. shes a femme fatale. shes a scientist. shes willing to kill herself and everything around her for her freedom. she falls for the goody-two-shoes. shes the goth juliet to the maximals' romeo. shes never allowed to grow as a character outside of the men in the show. she wants control. she clings to it with everything shes got when she gets it. she doesnt want to be "good" she wants to be herself and only what she chooses for herself.

[ganondoodle]

i really need to defeat the fear in my head that i am exactly the kind of villain fan that the vast majority seems to despise and that once it becomes clear im gonna get hunted down like i have been before

[sanjipussyindulgence]

the best part of writing fanfiction is getting to expand on characters by just giving them your own personality traits. your favorite show is digmon adventure now i just decided.

[transingthoseformers]

TFP Lugnut and Strika would be some kind of insane Gomez and Morticia-esque battle couple. KoBd would think the two of them were disgustingly sappy. The amount of destruction they would wreak would be a full squad of Wreckers worthy.

Megatron sent them to the hinterlands because he's moderately concerned that they'll make him their third and he really doesn't want that mental image of what that would entail. Also they are devoted to ensuring his wellbeing will he nil he.

They come to Earth when Megatron calls for reinforcements. Strika absolutely terrorizes Blackarachnia because she don't trust that bitch. They Parent the Vehicons to everyone else's chagrine. The Dark Energon "mysteriously" gets incinerated. "OH NO! THE ABOMINATION THAT WAS SAPING MY LORD'S VITIALITY AND MENTAL PROWESS SEEMS TO HAVE SPONTANEOUSLY DETONATED WHEN THE INCINERATOR TURNED ON!"

Exactly yes yes exactly

They'd be such a force on the battlefield, especially with Strika being a fucking general (we don't give her enough credit for that)

Ffghjkk. Tfp Megs does not want to be the filling in that sandwich.

Blackarachnia v Strika sounds like such a dynamic (ESPECIALLY regarding tfa BA's science inclinations)

How often do you think she's gonna be compared to Arachnid (I can exactly see someone calling her the diet version of 'Nid lol)

Sddf yes yes yes. Those there are their children now, and the vehicons find it more than a little smothering

It would be such a fucking thing regarding TFP Megatron's absolute obsession with dark energon and Striknut's hatred of it. (ESPECIALLY depending on what point in the series we're at. S1? S2? S3? Just how involved with it had he become, has the Unicron shit went down, ect ect) it would be absolutely hilarious.

I'm torn between Soundwave often siding with Strika and Luggy, or him having a sort of rivalry with them (after all we saw in tfa how Lugnut regarded Shockwave, I mean Starscream was no help in that lol. Do you think tfp Starscream would also encourage it? Or is she avoiding them, or well is he rogue rn??). I can totally see a petty Lugnut v Soundwave thing.

[enby-mori]

you know.. Dazai wasn't the first subordinate Mori pushed to join the agency..

[cherryplasmids]

i can’t believe they killed off the cuntiest character to make tigatron ii

[queer-cartoons-quotes]

I love how Disney's concept of diversity is just admitting what we already knew!!

[ojamayellow]

listen, if people push me to watch a show multiple times then I'm never EVER gonna watch it :))

[somestorythoughts]

I remember being like “ooh giant emp bomb that’s effective against droids wonder why they didn’t use it more?” And then. It greats a sinkhole the size of a city. And unleashes an ancient creature that rampages through a city. And I was like “oh. that’s why.”

That said how did these still work?

TOne of the entire show Mace:

Seriously how do those feet support it’s weight?!?!

SHoutout for this unglamourous escape cause I think its funny:

And for forcing the Chancellor to make the same unglaomourous escape

Look at it’s face. “this does not spark joy.” 

[dio-the-thot-exterminator]

hi, yes this signed(?) photo of megatron that tarantulas keeps in his lab to throw darts at.

[hauntingblue]

[bitterrfruit]

Simon forgets how strong he is

18+ MDNI - cw: bruising - ~700 words

just some Simon Riley NSFW brainrot ♥︎ - part 2-ish, and part 3-ish here!!

Simon forgets how to be gentle.

When he's at war, fighting and shooting and killing day and night, all he knows is hardness. Brutality. Ruthlessness. His hands and heart grow calloused and rough in his months away from you. Using his unfathomable strength to survive is what he grows used to, it becomes second nature.

But it's your softness he remembers, to keep himself sane. It's all he thinks about. Dreams of.

The way the flesh of your hips, your ass, your breasts, your belly, pillows so deliciously between his fingers when he squeezes his handful - so warm, so supple. The way your vanilla-balmed lips graze his scarred skin so tenderly, however undeserved your sweetness is.

And when he finally returns home, after months of missing, craving you - when you stand in the door, honey thighs bare by virtue of the black panties you wore just to torture him, soft tummy peeking out from under your crop-top - he just can't restrain himself.

You greet him with your sugary smile, stretching up on your toes to curl your loving arms around his neck - your gentle voice, music; "Si, ah! I'm so glad you're okay…"

The moment your velvet skin touches his, his shackles crumble. Like a beast starved, he clutches you. Mammoth arms curl around you, constricting, gripping you eagerly like you might be a dream; liable to turn to a memory, to smoke.

His avaricious embrace lifts your feet from the ground, though he doesn't mean to - he burrows his nose and mouth into the crook of your neck, lets the curls of your hair smother him and fill his chest with the faint scent of your fruity shampoo. Fights every urge to take a bite, like you're a ripe nectarine.

Growls into your skin, through his jaw; "I fuckin' missed you, love. Christ, you have no idea how much I missed you."

"I missed you too, baby…" you coo into his ear, even your breathing is tender - he can't take it.

So he ferries you immediately to the sitting room, scoops you up like you weigh nothing, lets you coil your buttery thighs around his waist as he sits you on his lap on the sofa.

His wide hands take their greedy handfuls of your body - of your waist, of your hips, of your thighs, of your ass. Finally indulging the impulses he had dreamed about for so long - the very image he had fucked his fist to more times than he could count while parted from you.

With his teeth on your shoulder, tongue laving your warm skin; "So fuckin' soft," he grumbles deeply, and urges, "pretty thing. So soft. Fuck, I missed you."

His cock is hasty to grow boulder-solid under his trousers, and he chastises himself - but you answer with a cloying giggle, grinding your mound against its rigidity as if to torment him.

"Mm, you did miss me," you tease, little brat.

Then in an instant, all he can think about is the softness of your syrupy pussy, the gumminess of the inside of your cunt as its walls caress and milk his cock like it was built just to fit him.

You make him fucking ravenous, so voraciously eager to have you that he doesn't even notice his hands turn to vices around your flesh - fingers burrowing so deeply into the cheek of your ass that he might break through the skin.

"Ah!" You yelp, "Ow - Simon - you're hurting me-"

Your squeak of pain is enough to immediately shatter him - so he rapidly lifts you off of him, protecting you from his impulse. Stands you on your feet so that you're no longer victim to his inability to control himself.

"Shit, I'm sorry-" he grunts under his breath, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's-" Your brows curl in worry, turning to look at where he had clawed you - and he sees the purple bruises where his hand had wrenched the flesh of your ass, the red lines where his fingernails had nearly punctured you. "Oh," you breathe at the sight, "…wow."

Drowning in visceral shame, he can barely bring himself to touch you again. But your soft hand caresses his hair, running through the sandy tresses - you, somehow, the one to comfort him.

"It's okay, baby, I know you didn't mean to," you purr fondly, and he leans forward to shamefully press as soft a kiss as he can into the bruise he gave you. Fucking monster.

"I'm sorry," he croaks into your skin, hoping his guilt will reverse his barbarity. "I just missed you."

"I know," you croon, turning to plant a loving kiss into his hair. "It's okay."

You guide him to lean back, mounting his lap again, letting your pelvis grind against the erection you were quick to reawaken.

His hands barely ghosting over your skin, he restrains himself, touches you carefully.

You whisper, into his stubbled cheek; "I'll show you how to be gentle again."