#human and transfomers

[sunyoungpeony]

The Glitch: Optimus Prime x Tessa Yeager

[confusion-n-delay]

[plantemane]

Today I am back with…

DOOMED ROBOT YAOI!!!

Welcome my Orion Pax/ Optimus Prime and D-16/Megatron human designs. I fucking love them. I love them so much, I think they just need to kiss. Please please talk to me about transformers, I’m going insane. I’ve watched Transformers One 6 times already in the last 4 days of me first seeing this movie.

[michaela-o]

Hello!!! I hope it’s okay if you can doodle prowl holding his human like he’s holding a cat? That would be so adorable. Have a good day ❤️❤️🥺🥺

Hello Ikko !! Thanks for the idea !! <3🧡🧡🧡

Here’s Prowl holding a human !! ( he’s trying his best to be gentle :’) )

[startheskelaton]

Okay so putting this here because this has been in my brain for so long and I need to share it because how has this not been done yet!! Image a cult in the Transformers universe, but it’s a decepticon convincing a bunch of humans that he’s an angel here to save them from the end of times.

Or just a group of people who worship a huge transformers corpse, and they drink the emerging blood as a form of ritual and are slowly growing clumps of energon from themselves.

[ioriofun]

⬇️🔞NSFW!!! (And cringe)🔞⬇️

[mskenway97]

TF One Orion Pax x OC(!fem!reader!)x D-16

Beyond Space and Reality

Summary: Astra was a scientist in search of something she had always wanted in life. But once she has made a hypothesis about a source of life and no possible alien existence, she decides to travel. To discover that not everything is like the movies she saw.

Words: 1,5k

Warning: g/t content , g/t fearplay, size difference, first contact au, polyamory

CAP 1: Landing on the planet

I will put the links of pillowfort and ao3 to publish this application:

Pillowfort

Ao3

[hallucinateonpaperspines]

Imagine a world thats like a butterfly.

It's pretty, and unique, something that you hold your breath and watch from a distance as those bright colors and patterns dance in front of your eyes. Some parts of it aren’t so pretty, the tongue is a little creepy, that segmented body disturbing if you examine it too closely, and lord hope you don’t learn about how the insect tastes with the very feet that are touching you.

Then again, some might find that cool.

The world is pretty, it's a little weird, it’s not something you’ve seen before, but most of all, it's fragile.

You could crush it without thinking. A sadistic child could rip it apart. A disconnected scientist could pin its husk to a wall. Even if it's not one of you that kills it, the beautiful thing has such a delicate balance, old generations passing within weeks and replaced by new in an endless cycle dependent on the environment around them. Not too hot, not too cold, not too soon, not too late. Life is dependent on factors out of control.

And what is this little butterfly’s defense? A facade of strength? The ability to hide in tiny places? A poison that will inconvenience a predator at the cost of their own end?

How soft. How delicate. How pathetically sad.

That's Earth to Cybertron.

But that’s Cybertron’s view. In quite a few ways it is correct, but there is a single factor that is missing; Humanity is terrifying.

That basically is the sum of my Once Upon a Time series.

We’re paradoxical, intricate, willful little buggers that don’t know how to quit. The transformers' continuities I’ve always seen tend to push humanity to the side, make us the damsels in distress, or a temporary side arc to examine as the big picture paints itself around us. 

I get, I mean, it's transformers, We’re here for transforming robots, not fleshy faces that you can see in any other version of media. Give the audience what they pay for. In those instances, I’d prefer if Earth/humans were written out entirely. Focus on the bots if there the only thing that narratively matters, please.

So imagine a little butterfly, so pretty and delicate, is crushed under a steal-toed boot. Butterfly dead. You walk away, unwilling to see the squished and paper-thin remains. There are more important things to do, so why waste anything other than disappointment on something so small?

The issue is that the planet was never a butterfly to begin with. 

The bug picks itself up and keeps crawling. Keeps living. We’ll find another dark corner, creep along outside, and slink our way into your home. We’ll repurpose, infest, and grow. We’ll survive and infuriate, disgust, and horrify those who learn what we really are. We aren’t butterflies, not entirely.

We’re space cockroaches.

[dundeey-art]

restaurant tissue prowldeey idgaf

[my-writings-and-musings]

I return with some short/sweet Earthspark Starscream x Reader content to try and ease me back into writing! Hope you all enjoy!

The first slivers of morning light to reach your eyes were met with a grunt of displeasure and an instinctive roll to the side, the comfort of your extra toasty nest pulling you back into one of the better rests you'd ever had and pushing away wakefulness at any cost. A slight hum from below soothed all the tension from your body, bringing a smile back to your face as you snuggled deeper into the blankets. The outside world had nothing this cozy to offer you. 

Catching the familiar sound of a bot taking in a vent just below, you cracked open an eye to find the Seeker beneath your nest in the middle of a yawn, his lean frame flexing as he stretched his arms over his helm. Every movement was careful not to disturb the thin mattress and blanket tangle atop his chest acting as your bed, but you knew Starscream would want you up sooner rather than later. Closing both eyes and remaining limp, you tried to pretend to be in deep sleep, hoping his spark might be softened by the sight of his favorite human sleeping peacefully. 

A digit stroked along your cheek to dash your hopes, but you did your very best to stay still, even when he chuckled beneath you and the bounce carried through the mattress.

"Wakey wakey." he purred with another teasing brush of his thumb. It took all of your acting skills to stay still, your desire for sleep matched only by how much you enjoyed spending time with your beloved bot. He chuckled again and playfully brushed your hair aside, making it clear you were had with a boop of your nose. "I know you're faking, Y/N. You can't fool me so easily."

"Nooooo..." was all you could say, despite now being thoroughly awake. There was just something about snuggling next to a spark that was more comfortable than you could possibly put into words.

"Come now; I didn't visit so you could use me as a glorified bed frame. Up." he said, still playful but slightly more firm as he tugged on your blankets. Relenting with a yawn, you rubbed your eyes and accepted his help climbing to the floor, bare feet meeting the large carpeted rug that the Seeker usually slept on. Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you walked over to the heavily upgraded barn's makeshift kitchenette and flicked on the lights. Starscream removed your nest from his chassis and stretched out his lean frame with further teasing. "Besides, it's rude for the host to rise after guests."

"Mhmm..." you replied as your stomach gave its first growl. Not willing to put much effort into feeding yourself, you opened a cupboard for your favorite cereal and set about pouring it in a bowl. Bright blue optics turning to the sound compelled you to speak as you added the milk before returning it to the tiny fridge. "It's rude for hosts to eat without serving guests too, but if you want breakfast, we'll have to swing by the Maltos. I don't exactly have energon on tap."

Starscream averted his gaze, expression briefly looking more conflicted than distraught at the idea before he recovered, mock disgust shielding his ego as usual.

"As much as I enjoy those visits..." he sighed and rested his arms behind his helm, as if the very idea was wearing him out. "It's far too early for that much affection. I can wait."

It was your turn for teasing. The Malto kids had a much more positive view of the Seeker after his dramatic and timely rescue, and as such, swarmed him like eager puppies whenever the two of you stopped by. You found it utterly adorable, especially when he tried his hardest to pretend such tender displays of affection weren't to his liking, or that Hashtag didn't have him at her beck and call for selfies, movie watching, or whatever else her spark desired. Finishing up another spoonful, you carried your bowl over and sat beside his helm, smiling as he cracked open an optic. "Awwww, not ready to be swarmed by your fan club?"

"Not at the moment... Their energy is boundless." he said dramatically, pinching the bridge of his nose as if fighting a headache. You knew he was being silly even if he wasn't exaggerating too much. Any one of the Malto kids was a boundless ball of youthful exuberance, and by their powers combined they could wear out even the most energetic adults. Starscream always fell into deep, unshakeable recharge after those visits, and you were never far behind. The Seeker sighed as he leaned his helm against your side, resembling a twenty foot cat so closely you couldn't resist the urge to give his helm a loving stroke. A smug yet affectionate smile pulled on his lips as he savored the gentle touch. "I'd much prefer a quiet morning, free of obligations. I've more than earned it." 

"I can handle that. How about a movie?" you replied quickly, reaching for the remote that had been tucked in your blanket nest. Clicking on the wall mounted flatscreen that Starscream continuously claimed to have obtained legally before gifting to you, you scrolled through a dozen or so streaming apps. 

Holding forth his cupped palm, Starscream agreed with a predictable caveat. "So long as I get to pick. I am the guest, after all."

"You're the guest." you agreed with a smile, handing the remote over before finishing up your cereal and shoving the bowl aside. The Seeker skillfully managed the human sized buttons as you snuggled against his side, just able to hear the birdsong of a beautiful morning beginning outside. As far as you were concerned, the whole world could wait while the two of you enjoyed the simple delight of a lazy morning. Judging by how his arm not so subtly curled around you, he felt exactly the same.

[bluethechaotic]

Did android Wheeljack and yes I based it off the one panel from the IDW comic

The photo/reference in question

I may try to post some transformer android doodles in the future.

[gl1tt3r-gutz-and-r0b0tz-sl]

Sacrificed the wrong bitch.

I PROMISE ILL EXPLAIN ALL THIS SHIT ONE DAY. IM JUST SPOUTING OUT IDEAS

[cozzzynook]

Dratchrod with a side of a/b/o Dratchet being alphas and Rodimus an omega. First time courting and claiming.

I have not done something like this yet and its making me want to do a humanformers au.

So if you’re familiar with me you know my brain goes different directions so heres my fore warning 🫣

Its not really known that Rodimus is an omega since he doesn’t like his presentation.

He didn’t like making nests nor needing them for comfort. He didn’t like his heats or how they made him vulnerable, emotional and needy to those around him. He’d get seasonal heats just like every omega and like every omega he’d bleed each month feeling his body ache, his chest puff out and his hips spread to accommodate what others say his second gender is made for.

He can’t stand the stigma, stereotypes and image that comes with being an omega and the degrading weakness that comes with it.

The feelings he’s just never been able to work through and accept nor the emotional turmoil of not fitting typical omega beauty standards.

Rodimus was not a short, soft omega.

He was a tall, lean muscle with pudge on his belly showing off his uterus that he constantly hides, at times temperamental and prone to long bouts of depression omega.

Rodimus didn’t dare ever think a beta, let alone alpah, would be interested in him.

Especially since he’s hidden he was an omega from the moment he presented early as a young child.

It was terrifying feeling like that and having the adults at the shelter look at him like he was a burden and a freak.

He wasn’t given anything most omegas were gifted during their first heat. He didn’t even have someone to hold him and tell him it would be okay.

He was locked in a stale old room in the basement with a bucket, a few bottles of water and a couple snack wrap bars and some towels.

No pain medicine, no caring scents, no rest and not an ounce of comfort.

They say an omegas first heat deeply impacts their life and future heats going forward.

Maybe that’s why he always struggled during his heats. He was always alone. He learned early on being alone was the only real way to keep himself safe.

Sure he had friends but he kept them at arms length and never truly let them in.

He wasn’t…necessarily unhappy with the way he lived his life but he did want.

He wanted for things that left him frustrated and hot all over from wanting to cry. But he wasn’t a weak omega, he refused to be, so he wouldn’t cry. He wouldn’t be emotional or reliant on an alpha or need their help for anything.

He was determined to live his life independently and keep his secret until he died.

….life never goes the way he wants it to.

It was his last year of college when his heart started getting weak again and his body was no longer as strong as it once had been.

Related to the long term abuse his omega sustained growing up, the doctor at the clinic told him. He’d be feeling out of body for entire days, having a hard time keeping food down and only able to drink shakes so he wouldn’t get sicker. The medicine they eventually put him on couldn’t fix the long term damage but it would stop it from getting worse.

Rodimus was actually heading to pick up his medicine when he felt the signs kick start as he walked from the bus to the pharmacy. The heat was unbearable on his body and he’d made it to the counter on shaky legs where the pharmacists that knew him hurried to get a chair for him and his medicine…only for him to drop and fall out in the aisle.

When he came back he expected a headache or pain.

He didn’t expect warm hands and a firm lap holding him up.

The smell of concerned alpha was drowning him in a sea of calm he never once experienced in his twenty five years of life.

It was the most mouth watering, brain hazing, body relaxing scent he’s ever smelled in his life.

He was too lost in the clouds to truly question why the scents felt like home. He couldn’t even remember that he hated smelling others, alpha, beta and omega alike.

Rodimus is able to open his eyes when one of the doctors gives him an emergency shot kept in the back for him since this is his primary medicine pick up. He feels the prick next to his heart and feels the medicine working through him. He’s wondering why he’s still on a soft firm lap instead of the plush warm pillow his doctor often gave him.

His vision is clearing and the world is slow to warm him in a way it never has and for the first time in his life he feels like he isn’t alone anymore.

It is not one but two alphas that hover above him. One with white hair and bits of red that run all over his hair naturally. He’s brown skin with yellow eyes that glow in unshed concern. The alpha is muscular, tall and slim while the one beside him, the one who administered the shot is chubby a chubby male alpha laced with deep muscle. He’s got light brown skin with deep brown eyes that swirl into a shade of red. His hair is ginger with lines of white on the sides. He can tell the man is older and he can slowly see the bite mark on the mans neck that looked far too deep to be an omegas.

As did the other alpha holding his head.

‘Ah, they’re mates,’ he thinks to himself, biting his lip to make sure no words came forth. Wrong thing to do it seems. The older of the two made a disgruntled sound and got him to stop biting his lip.

“I’m fine,” he croaked, trying to sit up. The slender alpha wouldn’t let him and the alpha he guessed to be a doctor or nurse began checking him over.

“I need you to stay still kid. At least until I finish checkin ya over,” the mans voice was soothing in an odd way. Deep yet slightly cranky and itchy, seems like he was a grouch type by nature. Kinda funny if he was a doctor and a total grinch.

He felt callous hands gently check him over, careful of his sensitive skin, taking a careful approach at checking his pulse and brushing over his scent glands only to feel scent patches. The man gave a disapproving look that melted to something else before moving on faster than he could inhale.

When all was said and done almost an hour passed and he was finally allowed to sit up and gather his medicine. He thanked the two and apologized for the trouble.

The slender alpha that was taller than he expected, and painfully attractive, was named Drift and much friendlier than his initial appearance led on. The alpha said it was no trouble at all and offered the two taking him back to his car or his place if he needed the help. Immediately he denied the invitation followed by saying he was fine and didn’t want to inconvenience them anymore than he already had.

The one he learned was a doctor named Ratchet gave a gruff, “you passed out on the ground kid. Stop playing it tough and accept the help,” before moving forward and gently shuffling Rodimus along who yelped a little, totally surprised by the attractive stranger touching him. Neither seemed like the type to like physical affection but he could be wrong, he probably was since he didn’t know them.

He shouldn’t think about them or memorize their appearance since it’ll be the last time he ever sees them.

He’s definitely not letting them take him home or get in their car.

He allows them to take him outside and when he gets the first brush of air, he inhales a little deeper, feeling the grounding invading hand hold his middle back, the comforting protecting powerful invading presence looming right against him almost touching. Shielding him from the outside world making his head swim, his stomach calm as if he’s never had an anxious nerve in his body since birth and he’s wondering what he was so focused on before as he allowed the two to help him into the car?

He’s catching a whiff of alpha pheromones that work so well together it should be illegal.

He’s snapping out of his stupor much to his omegas dismay and he’s darting from the twos grasp and car before he knows it. He’s glad he caught them by surprise and was able to get away, Rodimus was also glad he once used to be very into sports before his omega fucked everything up, again.

Sure he paid for it when he finally stopped running and collapsed in his dorm, but it was worth it, he argued internally to his omega.

He doesn’t know those two alphas, they could be traffickers or could take advantage of him. He shouldn’t have let his guard down like that and he shouldn’t have fallen for whatever spell they put on him.

A soft whine comes from his throat and he’s pushing himself on all fours to crawl to his bed, he won’t build a nest- he refuses to build a nest- only to drop back to the floor and pass out.

He was stiff and in pain when he woke up. His omega berating him for not allowing two perfectly capable alphas to scent and take care of him. He could be waking in an alphas den buried beneath their weight and the oils of their glands as they kept him safe and shrouded him in the affection he so desperately needs.

He pushes that thought away immediately, after he forces himself to stop purring of course.

He thought the worst was behind him when he realized he didn’t have his medicine and would be spending the next two months suffering with heart and body pains with his chest feeling like it was caving in. He sighed rubbing his hand against his chest, feeling like his heart was purposely pounding against his lungs in retaliation for being so stupid as to leave his medication with two strange alphas his omega would sell a liver and both kidneys to smell again.

“Fucking hell,” he gasped quietly, he didn’t have a choice, talking loud hurt too much and he was pushing his luck going to this herbal tea shop. He was thankful the shop owner ordered very strong herbs for him that would help curb his pain. He’d be left bed bound but that was so much better than suffering in pain.

“Thank you so much,” with shaky hands he took the hot mug of tea from the owner and closed his eyes. He concentrated on lifting the cup to his lips without spilling it all and burning himself when he felt two sets of warm, slender and thick callous hands lifting the tea to steady it for him as he drank.

His shoulders dropped, his brain was bubbly with a fog surrounding his lungs with every increasingly easy breath filling him like a cure. The scent was heavenly, spices he didn’t know existed wafted into him going perfectly with the natural fire scent his omega was oddly born with. Figures he’d be an omega with a scent deemed for an alpha. Not that he really minds he actually likes it. But not as much as he likes the scent of spices coming from the two alphas that surround him holding his cup.

He’s pressed against a firm chest that follows an arm snaking around him. It’s firm, lightly possessive and quite touchy in ways he’s never been given. There’s a soft touch on his chest above his heart and the feeling makes him boneless. The alpha holding him takes his full weight like its easy and the alpha in front of him is touching him in places that feel familiar. Its not perverted but its welcoming as it is searching oddly enough.

“You gave us quite the scare kid. Running off like that and without your meds. Yer lucky to be walkin right about now, especially since yer breathin so tuff.”

Rodimus knew that voice was familiar, he’d heard it before so many times in his dreams this past week but it came from somewhere elsec somewhere real.

“Please don’t run from us again, we don’t mean you any harm honest.”

His omega was beaming with joy to the point of melting making him drop into both the alphas hold nose sniffing the two so desperate to inhale as much as physically possible.

The rational part of his brain felt as if it were being stomped down into the recess of his psyche allowing his omega to break free in a way he’s never once allowed it to. He’s forced to watch from the depths of his mind in growing horror as the two alphas take their time leading him towards an expensive looking car.

He can’t do anything to persuade his omega to let him have control nor can he force himself at the forefront of his mind to put a stop to this.

For goodness sake he could be getting abducted and his omega was just willingly getting in the car of two older alphas just because they were attractive. For fucks sake whats wrong with him?

By the time he was finished having a small breakdown that almost leaked past his scent patches, he was at their home.

A place he only could dream of having, a place he quite honestly built on his pintrest board that he knew he could never afford.

The place was semi-large and cozy, there was a draft in the air sure but turning on the fire place they had in the main room would do it good.

He honestly loved every moment of seeing the home if he were honest. It was beautiful, warm in a way he felt could be his everyday and it was filled with the most delicious scents that would leave his brain fuzzy every single second he was here.

The moment the two carried him into a large bedroom his own rational mind completely slipped into a sea of alpha pheromones, comfort, sex, soft passions and his own fragrance as he thought nothing of removing his scent patches letting his aroma surround them.

They gave a welcoming chuff not a second later and he was brought into their nests den where he was allowed to add his own clothing.

He’d began letting his glands oil as he mixed his own scent into the fabric lightly. Mindful of his neck and wrists already becoming sensitive since he’s never done this before.

The two alphas noticed his shift in comfort immediately and took it upon themselves to rub their wrist glands along his mixing and claiming his scent to theres. It was a forward and momentary claim but it was a large claim nonetheless. Especially when the two laid him between them and scented their neck glands along his own.

He was so lost in the comfort and safety he’s never once been granted in his life he never thought of them meaning any harm or ill will towards him. He simply purred, actually purred, for the two of them while cooing and mewling with need as he let himself fall apart in their hold with tears in his eyes.

He didn’t give thought to being weak or being seen as less than.

His omega and his mind only felt the comfort and want the two felt for him and he allowed himself the chance to reach deep within himself and explore the need he felt the moment the three of them meet.

Of course, this didn’t last.

Eventually when morning came and the three woke realizing what they’d done there was questions, chaos and Rodimus trying to make a run for it only to not even be able to lift himself from the nest.

After a long time convincing him they didn’t mean any harm and that their own alphas took over, Rodimus listened to the two and semi believed them.

His guard was still high as ever now that he was no longer as fuzzy and under a spell.

He’s not sure how but the two managed to convince him to allow a courting to take place and while he was ready to yell out no and run with his tail between his legs.

He said yes.

Allowing the two to curl into him on both sides where he felt himself cracking under the pressure with tears in his eyes.

The first courting gift they ever gave him was a shoulder and arms to cry in and the last courting gift that was give was done by him. The last gift he gave them before they sealed themselves together with a bite, was a scented blanket for their little one to sleep in.

[deliicacymercy]

Human!WILDSTREAK 💕

Commission from @/redtrooper_ on Instagram!!

[michaela-o]

Would you be interested in doodling Elita One and Optimus with their human squished between them? The human a blushy mess all the while.

( slightly suggestive under the cut minors please dni )

I had so much fun drawing this one !!

God i love dom Cybertronian women especially Elita🥹🫶🏻

( Also i apologize for not including optimus in the drawing but it was a bit of a challenge to include him in so i stuck with only Elita i hope you don’t mind :>🧡🧡 )

[ozziegarden]

Updated my oc's appearance

Axion was a character created it randomly, but after discovering Transformers I put him in this universe Its real canonical form is an Android created by humans at a time far in the future. One day I will explain Axion's Canon history