#idw vortex

[cromonania]

Vortex

[bumblecow]

Texaid incorrect quote with @am-1-ty!!

Based on our actual dialogue ;)

[revelboo]

Hello Happy new year.

I really wanted to thank you for all your transformers writing. Humans meeting Cybertronians will always make me happy, especially when it's followed with several angs and misunderstanding shenanigans.

I love how cybertronias either get their humans by picking them randomly (Autobots and Decepticons on earth) or the humans literally appear in front of them (Lost Light crew). Its like the universe is telling them "now bond" in the most awkward get alone T-shirt (*cough* transformers one au).

Also, where are you storing all the souls people are offering you? I would like to sacrifice mine for more of the sweet Murder Machine Tarn or (but just if you can and would like to) some Sunder.

Gotta save the Cybertronian race somehow- scenarios with the three least okay Cybertronians

Obsessive Cybertronians Scenarios 18+ 🌶️

Sunder x Reader, Tarn x Reader, Vortex x Reader

Sunder

• “Where were you?” That husky, low voice strokes over you as the inner door seals behind you. Can hear the shivery sound of his chains sliding as he strains against them. You know he can’t get loose, that he’s trapped, but the fine hair at your nape still prickles with a combination of fear and excitement. Unlike the Cybertronians on the ship, Sunder can feed off your memories but can’t shred them and destroy your mind. Understand that, but you can still feel it when he gets in your head and sometimes it goes both ways. His twisted thoughts and emotions spilling over into you. Spreading like poison through you. “I need you.” Eyes closing as he shifts restlessly, you gather your strength and remind yourself that you’re in charge here. Starting up the scaffolding that had been erected to give you access to his berth, your breath comes quicker. Fear and need. “I missed you, little love.”

• Head turning, he watches you, glossa sliding over his denta. They’d forced him to mass displace to make him manageable and bound him, giving him you thinking he can’t manipulate you. Fools. Though he’s enjoyed playing with you, dabbling in your memories. Finding all sorts of lovely insecurities. Like the fact that you’re surrounded by Cybertronians, but so lonely. “You’re just hungry,” you mutter, drifting closer anyway. Because you’re as hungry as he is. Afraid of what the crew will think of you if they find out what you do with him. To him.

• “Starving.” Hands bound at his sides, he flexes his servos. “What has you troubled? Come here.” Those blue optics stare at you, his lips parted as his hips lift as much as they can. Taunting you. “Let me taste.” Know he means your memories, but as he slides that glossa over his denta you shiver. Because you don’t trust him, know exactly what he is, how awful and ruined he is.

• “Not happening,” you say as you toe off your boots and strip off your lower coverings, leaving the rest on. Hips lifting again when you lay a soft hand on his chassis and shift over him. That little touch sparking through him, letting him in. Clever fingers finding the panel and releasing his erect spike. Optics shuttering and lips parting as you grip him and guide him to you. Letting you believe you’re in control as you take his spike deep into your wet heat. Taking your pleasure as he uses the contact to delve into you, feeding off of your memories. Living through them as you brace your palms on him and undulate against him.

• Is It how wrong it is that makes it so good? Or is his corruption spreading to you, making you as twisted as he is. Head tossed back as you bounce on him, your breath catches. Feeling him in your head, spreading like smoke through you. Whimpering as you remember the last victim. Hunting another Cybertronian, so hungry. Eager for the kill, his hunger twisting through you as you devour their memories. Under you, he’s whispering in that silken, terrible voice. Crooning to you as you ride his spike. “Let me go, little love. We could be free,” he groans as you move faster against him. “Take such good care of you.” Hear his chains rattle as his hips rock up against you, voice growing strained. Know he’s lying to you, but you want it a little more every time. Want him even as you fear someone checking on you and finding you on his spike.

Tarn

• Servos tightening on your hips as he kneels behind you, you whimper as he buries his spike inside you. “Weak,” he snarls, hips moving urgently against you to stroke deep. “Blasphemous.” Cheek resting on your outstretched arm, hips up as he ruts against you with deep, hard strokes, his optics glint at you from behind his mask. Because no matter how much he insists this is wrong, he doesn’t stop. Sneering at humanity and weakness in front of the rest of the DJD, but when it’s just the two of you, he can’t seem to stop reaching for you.

• Running a palm up your spine as he thrusts against you, lost in the feel of you gripping his spike, he hates it even as he needs it. Needs you. “Tarn,” you moan and his optics shutter, hips pumping frantically as you tremble under him. Every single time he claims you, he swears it’s the last time. That he won’t succumb to this weakness. This shame. And then he finds himself bearing you down, mounting you again. Wishing he was stronger. That he could just break you and be free of this addiction, but never able to. How many times has he wrapped his servos around that delicate throat while you rest against him, thinking how easily he can end this? But never following through. Unable to lose you.

Vortex

• “Do it,” he groans, mask retracted and denta bared as you press that little blade, the one he’d given you, to the mesh of his neck under his chin. Hands on your hips, he rocks himself against you. Feeling the way you tighten on his spike. “Is that what you want? Me to beg? Please.” Laughing, he lifts his hips and throws you off balance. Feels the little bite of pain of the blade cutting him, before you yank it away from his throat, eyes wide. “Frag, a bit harder. Deeper.” Not sure if he means the blade or his spike stroking inside you. Servos tightening on your hips as he rolls. Hears you swear as the little blade goes clattering and that lovely coppery scent fills his senses.

• Back hitting the floor as his hips surge against yours, you hook your legs around his waist. Feel the wetness running down your wrist where you cut yourself. Spike pounding deep, he catches your arm and drags your hand to his mouth. Latching onto you, the side of your hand gripped in his denta as his glossa slides over the shallow cut to make you squirm. Pain and pleasure spangling together as you dig your thumb into his neck, finding that little nick and pressing against it until he shudders against you, biting hard enough to make you cry out as he releases. Hips surging against you, as he runs his glossa against the inside of your wrist and stares down at you, venting raggedly. Slipping free of you long enough to flip you onto your belly, then he’s inside you again, hips pumping as his mouth brushes your neck and shoulder and he bites again. Gripping you in his denta as he ruts against you and you scream, coming apart. Trembling as he keeps moving against you, both of you unable to find pleasure without pain. The same kind of broken.

If they fully bond to him, he could, but they’re refusing to give in completely so far

[punk-rockrz]

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[madcoincidence]

Choose Your Character!- WIP Animation Idea

  Okay so I'm a huge procrastinator. I'm hoping that with me posting work in progress art / animations it will give me the motivation to finish the stuff I wanna do. That said, this WIP is going to be like a character select screen. It will have three of my favorite versions of Transformers that I like. Each character will have a small animation to them. Let's see what I can do.

Ignore the profile pics of the characters. Those were quick place holders I scribbled up. They will be more detailed later.

[wafferreyes]

psycho copter~

[sphnyspinspin]

The funniest thing just happened to me as of recently.

I was scrolling through ao3 as per euge~ and I came across the ship tag known as First Aid/Vortex. I was like, “Oh yeah, the nurse guy and the unstable helicopter guy, yeah I could see that-“ then it hit me.

First Aid is an ambulance who’s an empathetic and compassionate doctor with blue optics/visor. Vortex is an insane helicopter maniac who has magnetic capabilities in FOC(from TFwiki states is from Aligned)and has an ‘x’ at the end of his name.

You don’t think…

First Aid + Vortex = Medix

Oh my god. Ooooooh my god. Oh no no nononono no-oh my gawd. I need to reevaluatesomelifechoicesatthemomentjusthangon-

Medix……Medix is going to be a uh, a uh, sparkling-conceived by Vortex and First Aid, and and they both weren’t ready for a baby. So uh they um, they put him up for adoooption and he got adopted by a dude, who traveled t-to Junkion and like, left or something, leaving Medix alone to be raised by the community. Afterwards, he eventually gwoess back to cybertwon and like First Aid’s like instincts kick in and like recognizes the itty bitty baby boy and like there’s gonna be angst-SO MUCH AAAANGST!!

I’m gonna twaumatize de sit outta dis tid.

mua ha ha ha.

Bare witness to my discovery @asmoteeth @magically-maddie @sonia-aquamarineson @sonicnerd @novafire-is-thinking @geluatekurama

[dragonxjewels]

Mmmmm freakycopter 🖤

[sumplysilly]

SKETCH for @forest-of-shrooms

[shroombell]

im drawing a lot of vortex during pride month.... are you trying to tell me something, texxy?

[cromonania]

Vortex

[star-manis]

enough lurking in maccadams i'm drawing robots

[revelboo]

It’s probably a painfully bad idea for a human reader- BUT… maybe it could work for a mecha reader??

Vortex? 👀 scary helicopter maniac go brrrrr

(Pleasepleaseplease don’t feel obligated, even if you just want to share your thoughts on him as a character that’s cool too!! I’m just so hungry for any scrap of Vortex content)

18+ content. May have gone a bit… extra with him

I Can’t Decide

IDW Vortex x Reader

• Laughing as the engex bottle falls from his servos, he tips his face up toward the night sky. Hating this. Playing guard, patrols. None of this is what he signed up for. Megatron hauling on his leash instead of turning him loose. Needs to be turned loose, to do the only thing he’s ever been good for. Killing. Causing pain. Glorying in it, even his own. Humming softly he brings his hand up, retracts his mask, and bites down on the side of his palm, bright, sweet pain crackling through him as he tastes his own energon. Laughing again, he wanders through the night. Can’t hunt Autobots, but those little organics? No one’s told him not to play with them.

• Still following you, boots noisy on the sidewalk behind you. He’s been back there long enough for it to not be a coincidence. Skin prickling all over, you keep moving slowly. Refusing to give in to the urge to bolt. Because if you don’t run it’ll be okay. Whatever this guy wants, if you don’t act scared, don’t run, it’ll be fine. Eyes burning, your fingers tighten on your bag. Around you the buildings are all dark, nowhere to duck inside with people and just wait him out. Call an Uber and escape. He’s just going the same way. Not following you. But when he grabs your bag, you knew you were lying to yourself all along.

• Humming the Empyrean Suite, he stalks through the dark human city. Bending to look inside windows, servos fiddling with one of his blades, grip tightening until the edge bites into his palm, energon sliding down to drip on the ground. Little nips of pain to make him feel so alive. His pain, someone else’s, it never matters. Spinning the blade, his head turns at a scream. Drawn to that wonderful, visceral sound of fear. Play time.

• Running headlong, heart in your throat, you scream again. He’d grabbed your bag and you’d let him have it, hoping that’s all he’d want. It wasn’t and you’d barely gotten away from those bruising hands. Can hear him right behind you, swearing and threatening exactly what he’s going to do when he gets his hands on you again. You just need a car to come along, one person to see you and intervene. To help you. Anyone.

• Blade spinning through his servos as he lunges toward the sound, denta bared behind his mask, he laughs as two of the little things run right toward him. The one in front screaming, that sound of terror so gorgeous as they try to stop and fall down. Wants to hear that sound again he decides as the other stumbles to a stop. No pretty sounds there, just rough choking noises of fear. “What color are you inside?” He asks, blade slamming down on the second one. A startled laugh escaping him at the lovely, red splatter. Oh, that’s pretty. Yanking his blade free of the concrete he’d embedded it in, he lifts it and retracts his mask to slide his glossa along the edge. Shuddering in pleasure as he cuts himself, tastes energon and the coppery stuff inside a human. Head turning back toward the first one, he smiles.

• Your savior reaches a huge hand for you as your heart hammers. And you can’t tear your eyes from him as he towers over you, definitely can’t look at what he’d done to the guy who’d been after you. Can smell the stink of blood, feel the spatter warm on your face as you stand there frozen and tremble. Knowing you’re likely next. Rough servos snag you and your feet leave the ground, as his head tips, visor flaring brighter as he runs his glossa over his denta. “Make that sound again. Scream for me,” he coos and you do.

Next

[toricoriot]

[transfrmrs]

First Aid: I think you tried to kill me at one point Vortex: That was obviously just my way of getting to know you

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

IDW Vortex