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[thicctails]

underbaked potato

[dmhope]

Le CRI - Lune Rouge pour Alex

Le teaser  de mon roman est sorti ! Vous pouvez partager et me donner votre avis en commentaire !

[claytonecarpe]

🐚 Idée lecture d’été. 🪃

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LA RÉSERVE

(Bit-lit)

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QUATRIÈME DE COUVERTURE

Deux créatures incompatibles – l’un vampire, l’autre humaine – se retrouvent à coexister suite à un instant d’égarement : le prédateur épargne sa proie.

Maéva embrasse alors un monde tout droit sorti des contes (pas vraiment roses) et James découvre qu’il n’est pas forcément déplaisant d’être autre chose qu’un individualiste méprisant.

Les circonstances mèneront nos héros à fuir en catastrophe une dangereuse firme. Ils seront obligés – pour sauver leurs vies – de faire des choix hasardeux aux répercussions macabres, mais qui leur permettront de découvrir qui ils sont vraiment.

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Disponible en broché, ebook et dans l’abonnement kindle

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[sug4r-melon]

27 for Shrike. Girlie was born on Earth, she got one

27. ocs zodiac sign

she is a Scorpio! it doesn't have a significant impact on her, but she still appreciates being able to know all of earth's constellations :> including the one that represents her

[beemochi-art]

THE SEEKERS

STARSCREAM

Air commander! Leader of the seeker! And second in command of the decepticons! By far he is the most talented flyer of all the cons. All these decorations sure bumps up his ego, which cause him to go barking up the wrong tree. He’s got a scar on his face to remind him of each failed attempt at dominance.

Decorate that.

In the beginning he knew Megatron and they looked out for each other. Megatron trusted him and viewed him as a friend. But when Starscream had his lil seeklet something clicked in his brain. Starscream began scheming for more power. He started holding his family closest to him and pushing away the rest. He wanted the best for them and was tired of seeing them pushed into battle like common soldiers, they are not common to him. He couldn’t imagine Slipstream being hurt.

One day on the battlefield, Megatron was trapped in a crashing ship. Megatron desperately called out for his friend. Starscream looked him in the eyes and left him. As second in command he would be air to the the throne, he enjoyed it for a while thinking Megatron was dead and his family being the ones to boss everyone around. Knowing that his bitlit wouldn’t have to face battle like a commoner but instead like a commander.

Until of course Megatron came back. Starscream was challenged. He fought and lost badly. Megatron was highly emotional and almost killed him. Slipstream was deeply traumatized by seeing this. She’s scared of him.

Starscream is still second in command. It’s hard to tell what Megatron is thinking.

NOVASTORM

I wanted to make her a girl cause why not. She’s an ass, but what seekers isn’t??

She’s gorgeous and she knows it. She’s constantly flashing her stuff. (Honestly a big ego and being a narcissist is standard seeker behavior.) she has a crush on Thundercracker and has been trying to court him for years. (To her courting is being annoying and mean and accusing him of being a perv.)

She’s constantly picking fights with the rest of the seekers. But she’s nice to Slipstream. (She’s like the the sassy auntie.)

THUNDERCRACKER

He stoic and doesn’t talk to much, he the strongest out of the seeker. He’s also the biggest. He pretty much lets the rest of the seekers walk all over him. However he’ll sometimes put his foot down with Starscream and Skywarp (mostly skywarp.) he reminds them that he could crush their heads with his bare hands.

However he loves the two girls. He recognizes Novastorm is flirting with him. He mostly is just dead pan only because she makes him nervous. She gets away with everything.

Slipstream he sometimes pretends she’s his own. He gets her gifts and when she was very little he actually broke his silent streak and begged starscream to hold her. Slipstream could yell at him to move and he’ll do it fast. He lets her get away with too much.

SLIPSTREAM

The youngest, the smallest, and has the most to prove. She exudes teenage angst. Most soldiers are surprised she screams at the second command the way she does.

She is Starscream’s daughter. Even tho she can be a mean, hurtful little shit, she loves her dad. She hates seeing him hurt. Tho she’s not super affectionate (Starscream isn’t either.) he knows she loves him. And the rest of the seekers (not skywarp). They are her family. The rest of the seekers feel the same way (still not skywarp.) they’ve known her since she was small and looked after her when Starscream couldn’t.

SKYWARP

The seekers resident psycho. Skywarp has a very special power that makes him crazy! I’m sure we all know what it is. He doesn’t care about anyone. Surprisingly a goof tho, doesn’t help his scary appearance.

He has an artifact in his helm that lets him warp. He’s a killer and likes to hunt. He intentionally antagonizes his fellow soldiers. And he will make anyone suffer when they are weakest. He see Slipstream as the weakest.

[cyber-skeletons]

Ratchet:* standing outside catching a break and talking to Megatron* Was he this intense with Sam? Megatron* Wistfully sighs* dear medic the gods have shown you fortune, at least your bitlit was planned and not the result of overcharged drinking. And Yes, this is Prime being merciful for you. I have the battle scars to prove it. Ratchet* optics widening in horrified awe at the scars on Megatron’s back and chest were not from battle damage* Optimus in the background: Ratchet! I have a sudden craving for rust sticks!

Ratchet: ...I love my conjunx for not mAULING ME LIKE A DWELLER

Optimus: Sweetspark, that was Megatron-specific. I'd never so much as dent you.

Megatron: Great, greaaaat e_e

Soundwave, playing back a clip: 'I'm telling you, Soundwave, he was a beast! Millennia I spent in the pits of Kaon and never had I been so mauled! And the thing is: I think it awoke something in me. Why don't you try being more like that?'

Ratchet: [flatly] Wow. WOW.

Megatron: [hissing like a cat] SOUNDWAVE DELETE THAT I SAID I'M SORRY

Optimus, draping himself over Ratchet: Is anyone going to get those rust sticks...?

[remixofpraxus]

A hint of embarrassment leaks into her field because she did not in fact notice.

"From carrier, he was Upper-caste. I'm not completely fluent but I can hold small conversations. He spoke it often enough that I just taught myself, he had to stop cursing that way." She chuckles a bit before continuing.

"I wasn't sure if it was safe to speak it here. It's not common to speak it in my original universe either and most that did recognize it did not have fond memories of the people associated with the dialect. I tried to avoid using it here and there but that and the Praxian dialact are like second nature to me."

"Everyone has the right to be who they want to be and love who they want to love," Soundwave agrees. "So...you feel better now, about the possibility that you might find someone you'll be able to keep?"

That had been their original topic of conversation, after all.

[1w1wbigher06fan]

Sam Witwicky/ Rodimus Prime MegaOP fan kid AU

@skeletonsgeorg whoops I did a thing lol

World on Fire: prolog 

Optimus woke with a start. 

It was a  few hours ago his birthing protocols had online, and the next following hours were some of the most painful of his entire existence. 

He’s heard of both the absolute awe inspiring and also dread inducing moments that come with emergence of new life and the risks of it. 

The prime went to sit himself up a little, only to feel a pair of familiar but gentle calloused servos on his shoulder. “ Eeep ep ep you need to rest. You nearly went into spark arrest after you safely delivered your’s and Megatron’s son.”Ratchet smiled proudly as he ex vented relieved his old friend was alive.

Weak but alive. Optimus could feel his vocal processors were strained from the sheer amount of screaming that resulted from feeling his insides being stretched and ripped apart.  So he was grateful for not having to move at all. “ Where’s—-“ Optimus switched over to his comm link or save his vocals as he scanned the room and his spark softened. 

Sitting in a corner of the medical bay on a spare berth Megatron was softly staring down at the tiny bundled up sparkling in his arms who was squirming and according to the tiny chirps he was rather unhappy of being evicted from the warmth and cozy comfort of his carrier’s gestation tank. The red optics softly tracing the details and shape of his newborn and committing it to memory and wide in awe at his son as he observed the tiny mechling.

And to Megatron’s optics, he was absolutely perfection. The sparkling’s optics, his left one blue and his right optic red, blinking rapidly as he struggled to stay awake and the bitlit yawned to reveal, much to Megatron’s delight, tow rather sharp fangs. Looking up from his admiration he smiled broadly, toothy, and proudly. His frame was a warframe was his and there hints the little one could be a triple changer. His frame color was mainly red, the exposed protocol under thin plating was orange and there hints of silver on the edges of his armor panels.

He was absolutely gorgeous.

“ You have your sires grip Rodimus,” Megatron purred proudly as he felt the little one wrap a tiny hand around his digit. Optimus arched an optic ridge as he heard the name. “ Yes the name sounds familiar as I heard it from legends and  he was a knight of one of the Primes. Thought it would be a fitting name for the child of the Champion of Kaon, former warlord and the Prime of Iacon.” Megatron puffs his chest out as he gingerly gets up and walks quietly as his massive frame allowed it present their son to his mate. 

:: Rest beloved, you did so well bringing him into the world.:: Megatron sent pulses of love through their bond.

“ Rodimus” Optimus lets the name rolling off his glossa as he beams a radiant smile before he can feel sleep coming around again. “ I’m here,” Megatron reassured his mate as Ratchet brought the other berth next to Optimus so Megatron could be close to his beloved, the Prime resting his head against the warlord’s shoulder drifting into recharge as Ratchrt shooed away curious visitors who peaked around the door wide eyed both human and bot.

[transingthoseformers]

Who won the betting pool?

Starscream to his shock. Most of them will be similar to Megatron in color but the one who's built like him will have blue eyes.

Someone finally figures out the babies will only wear helmets if they like the look of them which means Megatron and by extension all Of the Deceptacons are trying to figure out saftey gear for frame types he's never encountered bound by the whims of sparkling asthetic sensabilities.

Megatron literaly calls all the Deceptacons to Earth not for conquest but if he must endure the indignities of carriage and parenting an immoderate number of sparklings so must they all.

Which results in Optimus calling all the Autobots to Earth. But Megatron only showed up to explain the meaning of this after the Bots arived. Megatron arives festooned in bitlits. "If I must endure creatorhood with only organic self help books Prime every last Deceptacon must as well. We are an Endangered Species are we not?"

Meanwhile Prime OP, who is in a baby version of his final form too, and Prime Megatron snuck off finger painted a wall togeather and fell asleep in a cuddle before they were missed. I'm not sure who found them but that woud be an interesting call to make. Cause Prime has big Optimus and Megatron. Especially after the divine upgrade.

Huh interesting

I wonder who found out about the helmets (I vote Shockwave by accident)

Sgdg them leaving out little helmets of all shapes and colors like leaving out shells for hermit crabs waiting for them to pick the one they like best

An immoderate amount of sparklings

He's right, Megatron is so right. They are an endangered species, but not for long

Humanity must be so confused

Bayverse Starscream is the only fucker out of all of them with any experience with hatchlings in canon, so I vote he is having such a time and he finds Prime! Megs and Op

[mychlapci]

Reading the last Ratchet’s a birthing pro ask made me cry. :'(

Let him spend his geaser years as a happy mama/gilf. Let him care for his own sparklings and raise them during his retirement. If he has enough time, he can act as a surrogate to bots who can't physically have their own bitlits (because of health issues/incompatibility issues) but he'll have plenty of time to hold the sparklings and be involved as much as he wants. With his experience, he can even carry shuttles (tho not as much as he once did). Just an old milf/gilf surrounded by happy sparklings.

yeag. I love to do mean things to that old man, but we gotta let him be happy. I think the first time Ratchet actually got to hold one of the sparklings he gave birth to, he teared up a little...

[thicctails]

WIP Fic cover and one of the Sam sketches from the Discord

[dmhope]

Nous sommes heureux de vous annoncer la sortie du premier tome de la série « Les inter-mondes » intitulé « LE CRI — Lune rouge pour Alex » écrit par DM Hope. Cette auteure, passionnée d’Urban Fantasy et de fantastique depuis son plus jeune âge, a toujours été fascinée par les histoires qui mêlaient réalité et imagination. Elle vit actuellement à Rouen avec sa famille et son chat noir. Elle est également engagée dans des causes sociales et environnementales.

Ce livre d’Urban Fantasy suit les aventures d’Alex, une jeune femme ordinaire qui se retrouve impliquée dans une lutte entre le Chaos et l’énergie de la vie. Après avoir accepté un marché avec un être surnaturel, Alex devient la porteuse du CRI. Au fil de son initiation, Alex découvre de nouvelles choses sur elle-même, sur le Chaos, ses origines et surtout le grand danger auquel elle va devoir faire face. Avec l’aide de ses amis et de son équipe, elle doit naviguer dans un univers dangereux pour protéger les semeurs et réduire le chaos sur terre.

Nous espérons que vous serez captivés par l’histoire de DM Hope dans « LE CRI — Lune rouge pour Alex » et que vous aurez hâte de découvrir les prochains tomes de la série « Les inter-mondes ».

[radio-wavelengths2]

HAHAHAHA IM GLAD SOMEONE LIKES THE IDEA

Imagine four massive boobs in your face. They're all leaking milk. Your vision is completely full of them.

I feel like a bigger mech (especially a warframe) might now even feel his chewing. Especially a seasoned momma. With how many bitlits have sucked upon those glorious wells that shot just doesn't register anymore. I feel like he might start out a little floored but still confident, but after getting patted like an over eager sparkling hes DONE FOR.

I don't know I just really want your freaky cannibal man to be the one whimpering for once. Knock him down a peg!!!

YEAHHHH KNOCK THAT MF DOWN A PEG he's usually really confident but if you get someone freaky enough (or even just kind enough) he'd be flustered and whiny

He'd absolutely gnaw on those tits man. Squeezing the ones not in his mouth with his servos and licking up any energon he draws. Get him all fat and happy with his overstuffed tanks til he's a whining, trembling, happy mess

[that-glitter-chick]

Day three of Skystar Week! Prompt: Miracle, song: Baby Mine from Disney’s Dumbo.

Ficlit: Wings of Hope

Starscream was trembling.

Not with anticipation of conquest and victory, nor with fear for his very life. No, for once in all his vorns Starscream, dispossed prince of Vos, top of his class at the Iacon Science Academy, ex-commander of the Decepticon Armada and surprisingly devoted family mech, was trembling with joy.

Pure, unadulterated, undeniable joy.

“Beloved?” Skyfire whispered, tilting his helm from where it had been resting on his Conjunx shoulder kibble. “You’re weeping.” The forging had been very easy for the large ex-Autobot soldier, given how their Sparkling was more akin to its Sire in size.

“She’s just so beautiful…” the Seeker managed to sob, gazing down at the tiny new life cradled in his servos.

“Uh, guys… I’d hate to break up your alone time with your brand new Bitlit, but if we don’t let Updraft meet his cousin soon, I’m afraid he’s going to break down the door.” Thundercracker chuckled through the comm-link on the far wall of the medical bay.

Starscream snorted a laugh of his own and hit a button on the recharge birth they were currently cuddling on. “Alright you lot, get in here and meet the latest member of our unit.”

Updraft came charging in like a possessed Predacon and practically leapt onto the bed, only just barely resisting activating his thrusters in his eagerness.

“Carefully now, little Mech.” Skyfire’s engine purred as he caught their nephew and gently held him to his side. Close enough to see but not touch, at least not until he calmed down some. “Zephyr is brand new, we must be careful how we handle her.”

“She’s so tiny!” The Sparkling exvented in perfect awe. He looked up into his uncle’s crimson optics “Was I ever that small?”

“We all were at one point, Sweetspark.” Novastorm enlightened her son.

“So when are you two going to have one of these?” Starscream smirked at Skywarp and Windblade. He had to bite his lip to keep from barking a laugh as his youngest brother gulped visibly and his sister-in-bond looked horrorstricken.

“No way!” The purple Mech and his crimson Femme blurted in unison.

Little Zephyr wailed, letting her family unit know in no uncertain terms that the latest “Princess” of the Royal family of Vos, did not appreciate her nap time being interrupted.

[valvesandthings]

Preceptor x Reader Breeding Kink

Four.

That’s how many overloads he’d drawn out of you. Perceptor was a mech of science and there rarely existed a moment in which he wasn’t observing, manipulating, and collecting data. And yes, that absolutely included fragging. He utilized every readily accessible tool —servos, mouth, toys, restraints— to tease you to the brink and, after hovering on the precipice for an agonizing moment, push you over the edge.

But tonight was different. There was more to it than Perceptor’s usual game of cause and effect. You were now five overloads in and he hadn’t even opened his panels. He watched you with carnal hunger, but seemed to be reeling himself in, holding something back. His optics whited out for a second while he took a picture of you with your legs spread and limp on the berth, valve swollen and anterior node throbbing, spike arcing into the air, smeared with oral fluids and your own transfluid. You were a mess for sure but he ate it up, quite literally at times.

You tilted your hips and whined, attempting to entice him. “Percy,” you moaned.

He was above you in a flash, capturing your mouth with his, demanding your glossa and effectively muting you. Whining was one of his few weaknesses. When he pulled away he left a parting nibble on your bottom lip.

“Yes, love?” he asked, voice thick with tightly restrained arousal.

“I need you.” You stretched the words into another low whine. Hopefully that would convince him to finally give in and properly frag you.

Perceptor set back on his heels, straddling your waist, too high up your frame to offer any pleasurable friction. “I have a request,” he said, slipping into his clinical science-man voice. Masking his nerves with the detached tone.

You ghosted a servo over gray hips. “Anything, baby. I’d do anything for you.” After everything he sacrificed to help the Autobots, what was one kinky moment? Perceptor worked day and night to further his own knowledge and therein aid his faction in the war against the Decepticons. He was a quiet, devoted, noble mech who never quite got the recognition he deserved. You intended to give him everything and anything he could possibly ask for.

He swallowed hard. “Would you consent to being the subject in a highly intrapersonal and physiologically intensive experiment? With me, of course.”

That sounded awfully vague. “And what exactly is the purpose of this experiment?” you asked, playing coy to stretch the moment.

“To test the function of a long dormant coding in our frames and determine whether or not said coding is a feasible form of survival for our dwindling species.” He didn’t even blink.

You paused, thinking you knew where he was headed with this. “On Earth?”

He tilted his helm slightly to the side. “I have considered all variables. Here and now is no less ideal than if we were to wait. If you do not consent—”

“With you, I’d do anything. I mean it, Percy.” You remained steadfast in tone even though your spark fluttered anxiously.

Perceptor smiled and leaned forward to kiss you again. As he drew back, he whispered, “Then spark me. Fill me with your bitlits.”

Your hips twitched just at the thought. A Percy so full with fluids he could barely walk, then growing round with sparklings of your own siring. . . “Oh Primus,” you moaned.

“Is that your consent?”

“Yes, Percy, a thousand yeses!”

He smiled again and finally revealed himself. Transfluid spilled out of his plump valve in an absurd amount, like it’d been building up for days behind those enticing red lips. His spike was no better off, both engorged and twitching, blushed blue with excess energeron. Blinking blue biolights lit a path from the tip of his spike to his gray exterior node and you longed to follow it with your glossa. He ground back on the curve of your spike and you both hissed at the lovely bit of friction.

“And,” Perceptor groaned out, “in turn, you will —ah— receive enough reproductive fluids to potentially produce a healthy batch of sparklings.” His excitement meant that his processor was struggling to filter and speak “normal.” Science was his default. As he finally, finally caught the tip of your spike with his valve rim, what he said set in.

“We won’t let a drop of fluid go to waste, baby,” you vowed.

He slammed down on your spike, that carnality unleashed at last. It had a one track mind now, and later Perceptor would deem this a successful experiment in his notes.

[remixofpraxus]

"I would go into detail but I'd rather not, I dont think you want to know anyways..."

"Wait you've actually seen a sparkeater!? Please tell me that story sometime?"

She'd ask for him to tell her now but she had a party to get to!

I wonder if dressing up as a sexy sparkeater is to much? Maybe I'll just go as a ghost or something instead....any ideas?