#my poor poor megatron figure

[moominmanoneandonly]

Look who finally got a husband!

Bonus ravage

[kayak-mayak]

I know people are excited about the Soundwave and Megatron reunion, but meanwhile, Starscream is soooo fucking close to having a panic attack because his abuser is back.

[bastardlybonkers]

Poor bumblebee he’s gonna be stuck for awhile figuring out his door wings but in the bright side some of his other friends (Autobots that don’t know flutters unless someone told them) he can get away with for now with them while he learns hopefully Starscream help him keep it in check.

(Also is Megatron and Optimus alive in this AU I can’t tell cause I was gonna make a comment on how it would be interesting if Megatron saw this since he’s been around the jets and everything that even he would know the flutters and would debate if he should tell prime it just shrug it off??)

its less of an au and more just 'idw but afterwards starbee happened' so unfortunately my guys are not among the living...well i mean ig megs could be imprisoned for life idk its left kinda ambiguous. but hes probably dead 😔 the idea of them finding out about their relationship IS very funny though i think megatrons processor would fall out of his head and optimus would short circuit

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[startheskelaton]

A question about TFOne Sparkplug.

I'm wondering what her relationship with Starscream is like? Like, I know Megs is her carrier but does he often make Starscream look after her while Megs is out on patrol or at a battle? Considering he had sparklings before, I believe he has some experience with caring for them. For example: Sparky is crying for Megs although he's gone off to fight his ex who became a Prime and Starscream's the one in charge of comforting the poor bab?

I swear this isn't me just wanting to see more of TFOne Starscream interacting with sparklings because I'm a woman who sees the strangest characters for a father figure despite my real father being a deadbeat who left me. I think I need help. TwT

As much as they may bicker with one another, Starscream has always had a soft spot for Sparkplug. When she was still small, Starscream was always the second best option to get Sparkplug to stop crying when Megatron was away from the base. He was even the one to suggest the name "Tarn" when she wanted to make a more threatening persona to use in battle.

Even if she's grown into a fine warrior that is capable of fighting off enemies twice her size, she's still treated as the baby of the decepticons.

[revelboo]

The title for TFP Starscream's fic made me laugh.

I love how he thinks having a human with him is a status thing, instead of an eventually exploitable weakness. Poor guy. He doesn't know what's coming for him.

Humans are the equivalent of a little purse dog as far as he’s concerned at this point- an accessory and everyone seems to have one

Bottom Feeder Pt 2

TFP Starscream x Reader

• Growling as you dart to the far corner of his berth, his optics narrow. As soon as he’d turned you loose, still shuddering at the strange feel of you moving around inside his canopy, you’d run to the end of the berth. Knowing you’re a little organic savage, but also that you can understand him when he points imperiously just makes him more frustrated. “Come here.” Because what’s the point of a pet that refuses to listen? Maybe he grabbed a defective one.

• If you jump what are the odds of breaking a leg and just immediately getting caught again? It’s the sort of math your impulsive self has never excelled at. Never doing the smart thing in favor of acting before you think it through. As the big, pointy monster puts a knee on the berth and reaches for you, there’s no real thought beyond not getting grabbed. Running and ducking under his big hand as he swipes at you, hip banging against the metal as you go down and slide. Heart in your throat when you go right over the edge, stomach dropping when you fall. Your startled scream cutting off as he lunges onto the berth stretched out and catches you in too tight a grip. And you’re upside down staring at the floor. Realizing, yeah, you’d definitely have broken your neck in the fall.

• “Are you insane?” Wings flaring, he adjusts his grip on you in case you try to wiggle free. Of all the stupid things he’d expected from you, trying to leap to your death wasn’t one of them. Dropping you on the berth, you stagger and fall even though it hadn’t been nearly as high a drop as you’d tried to jump from. Big eyes stare up at him as he smacks his palm against the berth. “If you try that again-” Threat petering out when you cringe with your arms over your head. And that fear echoes unpleasantly through him, because how many times has he done that? Braced for pain that he knew was coming. It snags at him, freezing him as his wings faintly tremble.

• Flinching when a servo touches the top of your head, patting hard enough to make you try to duck away, you look up at your captor. Who doesn’t look nearly as angry anymore, instead almost guilty. Wings fidgeting as he stares at you. Seeming to shake himself, before his wings lift and he vents to ruffle your hair. “You shall refer to me as Lord Starscream. And you will listen when I tell you something, pet,” he says. Wait. What? Pet? Does this scary monster, Starscream, seriously think you’re a pet? Or that you’re ever calling him that?

• “I’m not a pet.” Casting his optics skyward, he catches the back of your covering and drags you closer to where he’s sitting, ignoring your startled sound. When you try to roll to your feet to escape, he casually cages you under his servos, wings flicking. Because being in complete control? It’s a wholly new and unexpected high. You’re his and he can do whatever he wants, make you obey if he chooses to, though his processor balks at that thought. As lovely as it is to imagine being ruthless, forcing obedience, it’s what Megatron does to him and it makes him feel almost ill.

• “You’re my pet,” he says, keeping you pinned flat under his servos. Not hurting you, but not letting you get away, either. And as much as you want to immediately snap back with smart comment, it occurs to you that he can just find another pet if you get on his nerves. Discard you in favor of someone more terrified and less mouthy and since you know about him, you’re not just walking away alive most likely. Eyes narrowing, you accept that until you can figure out how to escape, you need to at least pretend to be an adorable little kitten for the big, pointy alien. You can absolutely not be a smartass for a little bit if your life depends on it. Right? “I think I’ll call you Fluffy,” he adds, roughly petting your hair. And survival be damned, you immediately flip him off.

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[sparkriddledfever]

Hi, may I ask for a MTMTE Megatron x Reader? Like First kiss or trying to figure out this new interspecies relationship?

Absolutely!

He shouldn't be doing this. He knows he's not supposed to be doing any of this. Everything that he fought for in the so call name of "freedom" which proved to be desolate; eradicating homes for control, blood and foreign that stain his servos. No matter how hard he tries to clean them, they still linger as a reminder for what he has done.

How could he? How dare he? For all the anguish, unfathomable pain that he wrought done on others, bringing them down with him to make them feel what he felt. He knows now that he will feel that pain no matter what, that he knows forgiveness will not come even if he begs for salvation.

Yet, aboard the Lost Light he stood with the liaison in his servos. They trembled each time they held them, shook every time their gentle hands place themselves carefully on his. As if he was some sort of meek being that needed comfort when he has done everything under the sun but oh, how sick his processor is to find comfort within their hands.

He tried, he tried so hard to tear himself away from them. Words almost daring to yell out he did not deserve this, he knows what he done, why can't they? But he always came back when the voices in his processor became too loud, when the cycles grown too rough for him under the angry and wary gazes of the crew.

He felt like a sparkling stumbling over on his pedes each time he messed up. Stumbling over his words when placed in front of them, locking up when failing to appease them. He was a fool, a moronic one that could give Rodimus a run for his money.

Alas, how could he remain to be this stoic being when they had his spark whirling like crazy? He can't do this.

Rung was always gently pushing and nudging him in the right directions. Carefully guiding the broken and lost ex-warlord with his words; nothing could surprise the therapist until today when he flung himself into his office. Almost looking desperate, on the verge of a breakdown. It took the poor old bot to soothe and quell the worries that overwhelmed him.

That, he was forever thankful for. Thankful for no judgement even if he wanted it otherwise; Rung never once raised his voice in alarm when he spoke of the quiet relationship he harbored with the liaison.

"Maybe try reading one of your poems to them," he stared bewildered at the small golden orange mech across from him.

"My...poems?" He shuffled in his spot, "I hardly doubt they would want to hear them."

Rung smiled gently, "Give it a chance with them, you might be surprised," the words were cryptic, almost as if he knew something he didn't.

He shuffled through many of the datapads, huffing when it doesn't suit his taste or he thinks they wouldn't like it. How funny really. That a human, an organic being that he a few years ago tried to wipe them all out, had brought the ex-warlord to his knees with ways that had his spark crying out.

He braced himself when he shoots them a message and freezed under their kind eyes as they stood at the opening of his door. Oh, those eyes, he could drop everything and write a poem about them.

'Another time,' he thought, 'one step at a time.'

His dermas parted and soon began to read.

[transformers-spike]

I don't know if this has been talked about yet, but I need to get this out of my brain because it's been killing me for the last couple of hours since I have conjured it in my filthy little brain.

I apologize in advance, this will be very long...

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Wing boners. AKA, the easiest way to tell whether or not your giant winged lover enjoyed your little strip show and is about 5 seconds away from mauling you (fragging you into the next millennia).

I'd like to believe all cybertronians with a flight mode alt possess some form of wing boner (I'm looking at you Prime Megs and Soundwave).

For seekers, it's extremely easy to tell if they have one, their wings basically spread out and go extremely stiff. Not to mention the sound of their engines make the whole room sound like a busy airport. Their wings will not go down no matter how much they try, it can't be forced or else their wings will become extremely sore. So now, they have two choices: to wait until they can calm themselves and their wings go down on their own, or take care of it by utilizing their spread wings as if they were trying to court. Thankfully for seekers these moments are easy to prevent, as long as a seeker is focused, isn't over energized or under energized, or under a large amount of stress, they can avoid these embarrassing moments with ease.

Starscream has embarrassed himself several times and, no, you will never stop trying to surprise him and get those pretty little wings stretched out nicely.

Dreadwing and Skyquake, due to being bulkier bots, their wings aren't as flexible as Starscream's are. So when they are overly flustered, their wings will bend slightly backwards, like the wings of a butterfly. It looks a little odd and even a little uncomfortable at first, but their engines tell another story.

So here comes the question of how does this work for Megatron and Soundwave who also have flying alt modes, but no visible wings?

Well, after analyzing his jet mode for a good while and even watching someone on YouTube change a Prime Megatron figure from alt to bot mode, I've found out two things, one is that in the middle of his jet form you can see the top half of Megatron's stupid little bucket head and part of his sharp ass eyebrows, and the second thing, is that his wings are actually part of his legs. So you know what that means...? LEG PANEL FLARES BABY!!! The poor guy's legs will basically lock up and the back panels of his legs will literally pop out of place just to extend themselves outwards. This will limit his movement slightly due to the panels being easy to accidentally get crushed against his other leg plating, but as long as he isn't running or doing any extreme movements, he'll be perfectly fine to frag you to Cybertron and back.

Soundwave is in a similar situation but with his whole arm. His arms will go as straight as a pole, snap into place, and then he basically has no way of moving his arms. So during this time he will utilize his tentacles to get the job done, don't even try running from him, your fate was sealed the moment you woke up that morning. Interfacing with Soundwave during this time has to be done while he's standing, so you could either enjoy the great wall sex or deal with the very awkward laying down sex, even if the tentacles are doing all the work it just looks a little... off with the way he'll just kind of lay there with his arms at his sides.

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And that is all I could think of for now! I'm still trying to figure out what the wing boner version for ground alt cybertronians would look like. Maybe tire spinning? I'll probably start working on that.

So this is my first time sending an ask here, I stumbled onto your blog recently and I have been a big fan ever since, your stories itch a part of my brain that is horni for giant robots. Super huge fan of the heat harem series. So, thank you for everything!!

(God ahhh - thank you so much, I'm so glad you enjoy my writing! The heat harem series is definitely one of my favorites ever, pure unadulterated horniness - and bro ur first ask is fireeee) ewyfgfyfey god how i love wing boners, one of the funniest pieces of fanon. Now you got me thinking about seekers using their wings to court and impress (I already imagine Starscream's long, expressive wings are considered highly attractive by Vosnian standards) Speaking of him... poor guy gets those wing boners because he's constantly on the verge of a mental breakdown. He's dealing with so much bullshit, of course seeing his human acting all salacious triggers him! I imagine Dreadwing and Skyquake rarely if ever get wing-boners. Dreadwing just freezes up and tries to ignore it (even tho it's veryyyyy fucking obvious when those stiff wings are in a whole other position) - just aggressively avoids eye contact. Skyquake is embarrassed but takes it in stride. Very direct about his intentions, too - will straight up ask his human if they'd like to interface

If you manage to give Megatron a boner, Primus help you. He's completely unbothered by his wing (leg?) boner. Watch as he destroys you from the inside out

Soundwave had me cackling. I assume it's almost impossible to give him a wing boner, but imagine doing so and he immediately starts t-posing at you. Thank fuck he's got his yametekudasai cables, out here handling his human and (potentially) using them as a fleshlight

[fridaysmind]

"All i want for Christmas is you"

Megatron x Reader NSFW

What, I'm late for catholic christmas?? Too bad, in my defense, I'm Orthodox and my Christmas is in January~ Here: a little pet play, soft domination, first time Enjoy and happy new year!

The glass container with drinks was almost completely empty, you tried desperately to tie the choker around your neck, drunkenly wobbling with stiff arms in front of the small mirror, but the effort was worth it. The contents of your backpack were pulled out and the festive outfit you had changed into was already tightening around your body. The peppermint candy melted on your tongue as Megatron finally entered his compartment, immediately recognizing your small figure on his desk.

"Evenings, huma-" he stopped himself through coughed, calling your name this time as the organic head turned in his direction in response. Soft lips stretched into a smile, greeting Lord as he approached the workstation.

"I've been looking for you master, where have you been?" with careful movements you crept closer to the gray frame of the mech sitting at the console.

"After a long day's work Soundwave is sick of flashing garlands" Megatron's voice was slightly tired, not showing what a pleasant prick in his spark this address to him provided. You covered your mouth with your fingers in surprise.

"Oh dear, poor thing. I didn't mean to, my Lord."

"I didn't blame you, lay off the snot," he interrupted you instantly, raising his voice just a percent and shifting the stern gaze of scarlet optics to your face. You fell silent, but no shadow of fear or apprehension flashed across the soft skin. So uncharacteristically human. Like so many other things. You knew why they were here and you were with them anyway. From your earliest days on Nemesis, you were poked from corner to corner and still you were with them. Missions and espionage were sometimes at the level of the impossible, but you managed, though not perfectly, and you still came back. This and other reasons led to the fact that among the billions of other upright animals on this planet, it was you that the warlord named his personal pet.

Feeling the alcoholic fog coming on, you move closer to the massive manipulator, jingling and causing Megatron to frown.

"What's that sound?" the Lord's voice is hoarse but calm, compared to the commanding shout he uses to give orders on the battlefield. His voice weighs on your eyelids, but not because of drowsiness, sending a pleasantly light current under the skin. The alcohol seems to be working faster than intended.

"М? You mean the bell?" your head snapped up, revealing a choker with a golden jingle bell that you'd half-heartedly fastened around your neck. At the same time, there was a pendant with a Decepticon insignia around your neck. "I thought it was charming."

Charming. Yes, Lord Megatron might have agreed that was a very apt word. He pulls his manipulator towards you, letting the choker pass his attention but clasping the same insignia that flaunted his chest, fingertips turning the thing with interest and watching the light reflecting off it. A foolish blushing femme, so naively putting her neck on the warlord. He could break you with just a finger…

"You know why you haven't seen pendants or other jewelry on any of us? Just marks burned into the metal?" he grinned at the silent negative shake of your head. Of course not.

"Since the earliest times of Cybertron, jewelry has been hung on slaves or those who belong to someone. The crudest and most tasteless baubles hung on the bodies of scavengers or prostitutes. The most expensive jewelry was bestowed upon the personal slaves of the superior or very young partners. Monarchs and senators favored almost children and adorned their necks with the most expensive necklaces, marking their property." finishing his monologue, he hummed and released your jewelry. Your own fingers took up the same sign, now you too were twirling it thoughtfully.

"I…that's how it is?" you babble drunkenly and Lord smiles briefly as you lean closer to him with a determined gleam in your eyes. "Then when may I also have the pleasure of wearing your mark on my flesh? As your associate."

A hoarse and rough laugh escaped from his chest, and you cried out with some movement before you realized that he had clutched you loosely in his fist like a doll and planted you on your buttocks right in front of him. As an associate? Are you fearless or is that an empty bottle on his desk with obvious alcohol inside not the container but your stomach?

"You've served long enough to rise from prisoner to hopeless one-time spy, and from there you jumped with speed to the honorable human rank of beast. Be patient, little femme. To bear the name of a trusted friend you must first prove yourself as a loyal pet" he rubs your hair on the top of your head, then slides a finger down the side of your face to go lower and scratch your chin. Your slow-moving brain doesn't allow you to resist, or at least embarrass yourself for decency's sake, so your eyelids close slightly and you give in.

Such a life wasn't intimidating, he didn't yell at you, never hit you, never threw you, the feeling of specialness in his company was not lost. It was amazing how a tyrant known in the entire universe managed to be so careful and gentle with someone like you. His caresses made your body feel more warm and it didn't escape the mech's sensors.

"If I could give you one single good thing this holiday, what would you wish for?" thick metal fingers run along your shoulder, giving you goosebumps. You discreetly close your eyes in thought, submitting to his touch. Your whole gut knows what you want. You want to be more than just an animal to him, to be closer to that mech. Perhaps unforgivably closer. You pondered your words for a long moment, so long that Lord thought you were dozing off in his arms.

"Just love, my Lord," you answered sharply, with a gasp. "all I want for Christmas is you."

Love. A vulnerable feeling, like a flashing light bulb in a back near a weak spot labeled "hit here" and you're asking that of him of everyone? You really are a remarkable specimen. Anyway, there's nothing he can't use to his advantage.

"Love? You? Oh sweet naive pet" his voice deepens even more as he tilts his helmet. "Love is at odds with every cell of my personality."

You visibly pouted your lips at his words. And he continued in a low voice.

"But there's a first time for everything, right? Also, I've been smelling your hormones for a while now," his fingers yanked at your outfit, ripping the fabric off your bust in a quick and unexpected jerk, exposing your skin.

The sudden movement sent your buttocks sliding forward across the surface of the table, nearly falling over the edge with a shriek. Sobriety spread quickly through the hemispheres of your brain, your arms reflexively hugging your body as you covered yourself, fixing your gaze on Megatron. The meaning of his words slowly reached you as you lowered your head in embarrassment. Does he really feel it or is he bluffing?

"Are you shy about something? I thought you were a fearless representative of your species." his large palms press against the sides of your waist and his thumbs spread your arms. "We need to add more trust if we're going to be anything important to each other."

He successfully parted your upper limbs, leaning closer, causing you to shift your own weight from your buttocks to your lower back, leaning back. He studied the anatomy of your breasts with great interest, clearly seeing a naked human body for the first time. You wriggle under his gaze, embarrassed but not quite resisting his actions. It's unexpected, it's new, and despite the sharpness, it's not something you hate. Your nipples harden instantly from the change in temperature, a scattering of goosebumps blooming on your arms and legs. You don't hold back a sigh as mech run his finger over the protruding pink part with care, like a blind man touching a absorbent cotton figure, trying to figure out what it looks like and not break the shape.

"Fascinating. We don't have anything like that." The metal completely covers the bump, gently kneading the flesh. The softness delighted him beyond belief and he slides further down.

As his manipulators grope the curve of your soft buttocks, you tighten your lips and press your palms against his wrists, how small your hands are, unable to fully embrace this part. Your thighs clench, reducing the throbbing between your legs while reflexively hiding the vulnerable spot from his burning gaze.

Everything seems fast and yet agonizingly slow at the same time. He slides his hands underneath you, as if studying the details of a tabletop figurine rather than exposing someone else's body. He squeezed your tiny legs and, wrapped around the limbs, slid along to your knees. After this delicate groping and stroking, he suddenly pulled your legs apart sharply and, letting go of your right knee, he pressed the end of his finger firmly into the damn right place. You arch your back with a whimpering groan.

He feels the fabric soaking wet and smiles so predatory, as if he hadn't told you a little while ago that he'd known everything for a long time.

"Ah, you're tiny." he pressed his index finger against your belly without a shadow of shyness and it took you a moment to realize he was measuring how much of him would fit inside you. His finger alone reached just above your navel and your thighs clenched again, trying to reduce the heat. "Even too tiny for all of me. Do you even have experience with anyone of your species?"

You quickly raise your eyes to him, only to also sharply look anywhere but.

"I see." Megatron enjoys observing your shyness, so sharply contrasted with your boldness and daring in conversation. He can see so much submissiveness in the small organic eyes that he hasn't seen in any of his soldiers' optics and it brings out something special in him. "So, I've never been in this position with a human either."

He pulled your bottom off pretty quickly, not tearing the fabric this time, but pulling it off completely. The entire inside of your thighs is smeared with clear, natural lubricant, and it feels like such a shame when he's only touched the sensitive nerves once. But can you blame you? His look, his voice, he's the only one responsible for the whole mess. He spreads his legs even wider again, and your muscles between your legs clench involuntarily at the scrutinizing gaze. He doesn't seem to be confused by anything, he doesn't find your human anatomy repulsive or strange, on the contrary, he just absorbs every detail like a sponge.

His fingers pressed against your labia, pulling them apart with a wet smacking sound.

Your talkativeness and responsiveness are gone without a trace. You're so quiet, sighing, ahhing or humming at the touch, but saying absolutely nothing, dont give him any comments, completely following his actions. Fascinating.

The lord ran his phalanx over the damp, smooth flesh, picking up the moisture with interest. What an amazing similarity between his and your race, it's astounding. His index finger swirled around the tiny entrance, could even one fit inside you? It's worth finding out in practice. Megatron doesn't prepare you, finding it pointless to fondle one that's already wet beyond belief. The tip presses in, slipping in with a small amount of force, minuscule for a warlord like him.

"Look at me." he commands you, but the excitement makes your eyelids so heavy, almost unbearable. You try, really try, turning your head toward him, biting your lip with quickened breath. But he presses his finger inside you, sliding deeper, and you squint.

"You're doing great, good girl." his praise is like sudden thunder in the sky and a current runs through your entire body. Your fingers clench as he says the words with a shadow of approval, pressing his thumb against a bundle of nerves and teasing the sensitive spot.

From your heat and arousal, Lord's finger easily entered a few more centimeters, making you arch your back. He flexing slightly, unclenching and clenching the joints, feeling the insanely warm and pliable walls. Steam nearly billowed from beneath his body at the thought of how good his spike would feel. Oh, he wouldn't stop at just one finger, except just for tonight. But he has to find a way to fit inside you completely.

His finger alone spreads and fills you so much that you can't hold yourself. Rolling around on the surface of the table, you try to find somewhere to put your hands, but your master has made the decision for you, taking your wrists and holding them above your head.

With a rougher slide of his finger, the choker jingled, amusing the mech and inviting him to speed up. Thrust after thrust he got the hang of it, found the perfect angle and now with quick movements both inside and out he brought you to discharge. His compartment filled with the sounds of tinkle and wet sliding, mixed with meek sighs, moans and smell of alcohol and mint. A bud of desired orgasm began to blossom in your belly.

“You know what I'm thinking? I think that day after day, fate shows you that you're here for a reason. You were born to belong to me.”

The strong manipulators continue to hold your hands firmly above your head, the stiffness only adding to the pleasure, fueling the arousal and hastening the approach of orgasm. The fingers inside you slow their movement and instead the mech focuses on sliding quickly over your clit. Megatron's handling is so wonderful that your nerves instantly burn with a special heat and the hips shake uncontrollably. With a loud whimper and a moan of his name, you cum on the manipulator, clamping it firmly between your thighs.

Lord takes his time coming out, letting you go through the full wave of your orgasm before gently removing his finger from your folds and slowly withdrawing from your womb, letting your upper limbs go to the surface of the table.

"I suppose I should say 'happy holiday'" he looks mockingly at your collapsed tiny body.

"Thank..you, my Lord”

Twirling his own finger in front of his optics, the mech swipes the gloss over the grease covering the entire length, cleaning itself. He continued to sit beside you, looking over your deep-breathing body and returning his gaze to the pendant with his mark, silently considering something.

[isi567]

You know since kids like to paint stuff and place stickers it would be fun if deceptions were victims of it. Like Megatron's kids found paint in the storage and he let them paint but forgot to mention that they are not allowed to paint walls, solders or their parents. Predaking woke up with bright neon claws and tail, Dreadwing didn't realize twins painted his wings while he was working and Knockout tripped over a bucket of green paint. But Megatron got it worse, Starscream Left them with him until he tried to clean out the mess and Megatron fell asleep. When he woke up he realized his kids painted the red, blue and pink flowers with green leaves and yellow stars. He looked at his reflection and he also realized they left handprints on him in different colors plus they drew a lot of tiny hearts on him. It went something like this:

Megatron waking up and looking at the splattered paint on the floor and kids giggling:Wh-

He looked at his hands and realized they are full of hearts and red roses and different flowers: KIIIDS!!!

Athena:DAD YOU LIKE IT!

Megatron looked at the big mirror in the room and saw that they painted him in every color they had:WHAT DID YOU DO!!!

Agnos: YAY HE LIKES IT!!!

Agna: YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL!!!

Starscream barging in: MEGATRON WE HAVE A PROBLEM -oh my...

He realized that his spouse is also a victim

Starscream: My, my looking different babe!!! 😘

Megatron: I look like a circus!

Starscream: Uhhh I hope you will get used to it because....

Megatron: WHAT!?

Starscream: it's industrial paint and it's not coming off soon.

Megatron just sat on the floor, he realized he had to walk around painted like this.

Starscream: well it will come off eventually but we have to wait a long time.

Megatron crying: Whyyyyyy

Starscream hugged him: there, there, you are not the only victim. Soundwave is also neon pink.

Kids: Father can we paint you?!

Starscream: No. And get out and leave the brushes, we have enough pink solders.

Athena: But blue is nice too

Megatron: Just get out and don't paint anything or anyone.

Also facing Optimus would be hard too. It went like:

Optimus: Megatron your - OH MY PRIMUS!!!

Autobots paused after seeing Megatron with colorful flowers and handprints and stars.

Optimus seeing kids run around with brushes

Prime: Oh you poor thing...

Megatron: it's industrial and won't come off.

Other deceptions getting out All painted in different colors all except Starscream.

Wheeljack pointing at him: How did he get away?

Dreadwing: Kids are scared of trying to paint him, he hissed at them.

Soundwave: I look ridiculous.

Miko: I think pink is your color Soundwave.

Arcee: Can't say the same for Megatron though.

Megatron: I think they have a spot for pink.

Athena: DAD LOOK!!

*everyone turns around and then sees sparkling soaked in pink paint*

Megatron: HOW DID YOU FIND PAINT AGAIN!?

Starscream while hugging Megatron: See this is what happens when you decide that having kids while on dark energon was a good idea!

Megatron: I regret it now, I do.

* He just picks up the child and realized it's industrial paint too*

Megatron:Hey Starscream, any chance you allow pink child on board?

Starscream: It's industrial isn't it?

Megatron crying exhausted: Yes

Autobots just got back with a bucket of energon and a peace treaty for a week until Megatron figured out how to fix his kids.

After three weeks he was able to get back his grey polish but he did leave a small red heart on his wrists that he can only see because he found it cute.

What do you think about this one?

[ihaznoclue]

Are your requests still open? 👀👀👀

Can I ask for TFP headcanons for Bumblebee, optimus and Arcee?? With a reader based on Jinx from arcane? (Jinx reader as a Decepticon that eventually joined team prime(??)

I just had this idea in my head and I can't stop thinking about it

Jinx is a really complex character and has so much potential, I love her

Pairings -> Bumblee, Optimus Prime, Arcee x Reader

Warnings -> Mental health Issues

Note -> Reader is based on Jinx from Arcane and switched from Decepticon to the prime team

Genre -> Fluff

Bumblebee

You relationship with Bumblebee is a bit complex

Meaning that you have no idea what he is saying as all you heard is beep and boops

You remembered when you were on the side of the Decepticons, Megatron talked about the scout of the autobot team and how he ripped his audio box out

Meaning that he has no voice

I mean you were feeling bad for the poor guy but you just didn't really care that much as you had your own problems to deal with

But being in the autobots team for a while now you started to realise that they never yelled at you for something, they never told you off or did anything to you

Bee respected your privacy and personal space as you told that you didn't like to be touched

Bee wanted to get closer to you, so he tried some stuff that he thought you would like

Maybe some parts that he found from a mission for you to do your inventions

He heard from Miko that you like to create and fix stuff

You appreciated it, thanking him and then went your own way

You felt like you found a family

A family that you hoped you wouldn't mess up on

Optimus Prime

Ever since you came to the autobots teams

Optimus always welcomed you in open arms even though you didn't some horrible stuff in the past when you were with the Decepticons

Optimus knows that you didn't mean to do any of that since Megatron is very manipulative towards his colleagues

Spite you being a 'criminal' he knows that you were kind of messed up int he head

He knows your past, he knows how your past was when you were younger and he is willing to help

But for now he is going to respect you and your boundaries

Optimus will often tell his friends they should keep a safe distance from you as he was told you didn't like to be touch because of 'reasons'

You felt like Optimsu was becoming a father figure to you

He was gentle and never disrespected you

He sort of pulled out your other personality which was rare of people to see

Whenever you are doing something, like fixing or making your inventions

He will always tell the others that you are busy and need some space on your own for a bit

Optimus doesn't want you to feel like your on your own

He wants you to feel like you are wanted

Arcee

Okay you know when Smokescreen was like coming to earth in a decepticon pod and Arcee had to take a while to warm up to him

Yeah I feel like she would be like towards you after being on the Decepticon warship and all

Thinking that you were a spy or something that would get information from the autobot team and then spread it out to the cons to defeat the autobots

But instantly she notices nothing from you

You were a distant sometimes loud and chaotic person

But she decided to keep an eye on you for a while until she knows your not working for the cons

When she does warm up to you, she would try to keep a conversation but if she knows that you are not int he mood to talk she would leave you be

Sometimes she would catch you fixing your gun or your machine gun

She would be tense about that but would ask you if you are use to guns

You were very talented when you were little always getting the target so you decided to show her some of your skills of your own

You and Arcee would be quite close in my opinion

-A<3

[in1-nutshell]

interactions with buddy from our world meeting the IDW bots and you know I gotta include my people IDW Optimus, starscream, bumblebee and windblade

Bots are in need of hugs and Buddy is READY!

Hope you enjoy!

Real World Buddy meeting Optimus Prime, Starscream, Bumblebee, and Windblade

SFW, Platonic, Minor Hurt/Comfort, Human reader

IDW

Optimus Prime

Buddy goes straight for the pedes and hugs him the best they can.

The Prime is a bit confused why there is a random human hugging his pede.

Buddy tells him about their situation with dimension traveling.

Optimus knew some of his scientists had mentioned the multiverse and other possibilities, but he never thought it would actually happen.

He promises to help Buddy return home (not that they are in a big hurry).

One thing Optimus does notice right off the bat was the human rarely left his side, which was a bit of a problem.

Not that he didn’t like their company, he rather enjoyed their time together.

He didn’t want to accidentally step on them, so he offered to have them on his servo or shoulder.

Buddy has made his shoulder their permanent residency.

The human has a strange sense of telling when he is feeling down.

They have dubbed it their Buddy sense.

When their senses start tingling, Buddy starts hugging him and telling him all of his accomplishments and how they are so proud of him for continuing to move forward and doing the right thing.

Buddy happily perched on his shoulder. Optimus: “Do you want to go down now? You have been up there all morning.” Buddy: “Nope.” Optimus: “Very well.” Buddy lovingly snuggles closer to his neck cables. Buddy: “Thanks Prime.” Optimus chuckles a bit and continues to do his work.

Starscream

Starscream was startled when the door to his office was suddenly open.

He looked to see who it was, but the door quickly closed.

He figured that someone accidentally opened the wrong door.

But it was the little huffs and pants that caught his attention.

He stood up and looked down over his desk.

A little hand reached for the edge and a small human pulled themselves up.

Starscream demands to know why the human was here.

They pant a bit telling him to give them a second before speaking.

They turn to him with literal stars in their eyes telling him that he is their favorite Cybertronian.

Starscream, while he liked the compliment, is sure this human has a concussion.

But they further tell him about their world and having always wanted to meet him, to talk to him.

He looked like he needed a friend.

Starscream said he didn’t need any friends, he survived this far without needing them.

Buddy sat down and asked him about how it made him feel.

4 hours later, Starscream is still rambling about his unused plans to overthrow Megatron while Buddy is waxing his servos attentively listening to every word.

Starscream does listen to Buddy when it’s their turn to rant and does give some good advice.

Some are questionable but most of it is solid.

When the Buddy sense starts tingling, they are immediately by Starscream’s side.

They ignore the stares and quietly stand by his side.

This does so much for the poor bot, even if they aren’t saying anything

In private, Buddy makes sure to tell him how resilient he is and how his ambitions have cared him farther than he could ever dream of.

Buddy is his emotional support human for the time they are there.

Rattrap walking into Starscream’s office. He sees Starscream with a type of mask on his faceplate and Buddy with their own little mask watching something on the TV. They both gasp. Starscream: “I told you Donna was cheating on David!” Buddy: “But why Chad!?” Starscream: “Isn’t it obvious, Chad gets Donna and the company AND the company! Perfect revenge against David and his ‘dead’ brother.” Buddy: “That IS GENIUS!” Starscream: “Of course it is! Did you not see those blueprints for the tank?” Rattrap closes the door. Rattrap: “What did I just walk into…”

Bumblebee

Bumblebee is used to having humans hug him, he personally likes most of them.

But when this random human from out of nowhere hugs them like their life depended on it, he becomes more worried than startled.

Maybe the human is in trouble and needs him.

When he gets the information on Buddy and their little predicament.

Bee promises to help them in any way he can.

Being on the smaller scale of bots, Bee doesn’t have to worry too much about stepping on them.

That being said, he doesn’t mind them being on his shoulder or helm from time to time.

When the Buddy sense starts tingling, Buddy aggressively jumps and hugs him best they can.

They refuse to let go until he feels better.

This works as much as he hates to admit it.

Sometimes the hugs are long, but they benefit them both in the end.

Bumblebee and Buddy watching Starscream and Windblade argue for the 50th time that day. Buddy: “How much do you want to bet they’ll end up together?” Bumblebee: “Buddy! We don’t—” Buddy: “Okay then how about Onslaught and Blast Off? I bet it’s going to be Blast Off who makes the first move.” Bumblebee: “…15 shanix, and Onslaught is the first to make a move.” Buddy: “50 shanix.” Bumblebee: "You don’t even have shanix.” Buddy: “Not yet.” Bumblebee: "Do I even want to know the idea behind that?” Buddy: “Bets if you don’t.” Bumblebee: “Fine then. 100 shanix on Windblade being the open who tells him.” Buddy: “I raise you to 150 and Starscream accidentally does it in the heat of the moment.” Bumblebee: “Deal.”

Windblade

Windblade doesn’t have much interaction with humans.

Mainly gets most of her information from bots who went to Earth or videos she has seen.

It’s almost a pleasant surprise to see one sprinting until they are right in front of her.

They stared longingly into her optics before hugging her pede.

Not something she expected but hugs universally are good things, so she doesn’t mind.

Is very invested in hearing about Buddy traveling through universes

She makes sure that Buddy is always with her.

Buddy barely walks the entire time they are with Windblade.

She makes sure to introduce them to her friends.

Some have better reactions than others.

Buddy sense starts tingling, Buddy is gently patting Windblade on the helm and giving her hugs around the neckcables.

Windblade has cried at some of the nice things Buddy has said to her and is not afraid to admit it.

Buddy: “SO Windblade, what do you think about Chromia and Ironhide?” Windblade: “Oh! There really good friends of mine.” Buddy: “… I mean how would you think about them getting together?” Windblade: “They wouldn’t do that; they don’t like each other that way.” Buddy: “… Okay how about Onslaught and Blast Off?” Windblade: “I don’t know too much about them.” Buddy: “…Tigatron and Airazor?” Windblade: “Who?” Buddy: “YOU LITERALLY HAD A MEETING WITH THEM AN HOUR AGO! ARE YOU TELLING ME YOU DIDN’T SEE THOSE SPARKS!?” Windblade: “You saw sparks?” Buddy: “…”

[theangrycomet]

TFP's designs reflect the writer's decisions regarding character direction very well.

It's not as though I don't like the designs on their own; on the contrary I actually love the less-action-figure-and-more-extraterrestrial art direction they took with the Transformers.

But a lot of the designs push certain aspects so far to the point where their barely recognizable from the characters they are supposed to be.

Somewhat Coherent Ramblings below on the 3 biggest "victims" with my (admittedly limited) transformers lore knowledge.

is that a stickbug or a snake?

Starscream got a bad back from carrying the entire Decepticon cause on his shoulders while Megatron's snorting up Satan's crotch dust so forgive his poor posture.

Like it's a solid design for a for a sniveling backstabber- being able to look like a pathetic little bug one second to a ruthless killer the next.

And I love how he's rigged and animated- forget Predaking most of the animatign budget went into Starscream's theatrics-

Honestly he's probably the least "problematic" for lack of a better word for me because he can be fixed with giving him a paint job and maybe a helmet- probably styled along the lines of RID!Starscream's helm and he'd be fine.

A bigger part of my problems with his design now that I've ruminated on it is more how he's not allowed to feel like a proper, competent threat on his own after the first half of S1- and in turn, how he's not allowed to be intimidating more often.

the Sleeping Beauty Dress argument

Seriously tho- like she looks good but why did they make her blue specifically? Just make her a dark magenta to go with the muted color scheme of the show if your worried about her standing out to much (she's a $30k sports bike in bumfuck nevada- she's already flunked the "in disguise" part of the class)

I get the "oh the she's only girl she shouldn't be pink" argument but you know what would address that? HAVING MORE FEMALE CHARACTERS.

Getting off track...

Again, Arcee's design on it's own, even with the whole "female transformers must be motorbikes so we have an excuse to make them slender" trend, it's really cool.

It reflects her tough-love approach, and how the war has left her sharp around the edges so she doesn't get hurt again. But she doesn't really feel like an ARCEE design.

Like I've said before, it feels like at times the writers couldn't get permission to get the characters they wanted and decided to write the characters they could get to fit the story they wanted to tell, and that reflects in their designs at times. She takes charge of the team because she's best suited for the job, just ask her.

Arcee even is the one to take out Shockwave and allow her and Cliffjumper's escape- similar to how another blue-femme rescued a similarly named friend from Shockwave's clutches back in G1.

With this design and writing direction, it would have been better suited to another spiky blue femme; Chromia. She even comes with an established red love interest to kill off (sorry Ironhide).

Hell if the writers REALLY wanted they could have even still had her Tailgate Event happen with her favorite sharpshooter (sorry Moonracer).

Arcee girly pop

boombox gone eldritch cyber horror

I love this design so much, but where the HELL is Soundwave supposed to store his minicons??? That's his whole thing! Yes he has Laserbeak- but there should be SOME indication of where his lost Cassettes used to go even if they are dead (which in all likely hood they are but again- SEPERATE post).

It's very interesting to me how stripped down he looks, as though with each cassette he's literally lost a piece of himself.

Give Soundwave his Full-Grown Children Back Damn You.

Rumble and Frenzy would have had a fucking BLAST messing with the Jasper team- humans and bots alike.

Bonus:

I will admit when I found RID Drift's design and how Jetstorm and Slipstream are docked on him, I am curious if Soundwave's had his Cassettes on his arms too.

Because if that is the case Soundwave does have room on his arms for at least two- maybe four on the shoulders.

[klamacz47]

I love how everyone who takes photos of their figures always comes up with cool stories and interactions…

Meanwhile, the only thing I can come up with (with my poor toys collection 🥹) is a scene where Madoka and Megatron are executing Kyubey together (Madoka’s holding him, while Megatron’s doing the shooting) — oh, and Batman’s there too.

(It’s the first time he’s breaking his no-killing rule :3)

[holographic-mars]

Spammed the follow button for your coswave content and shenanigans. Absolutely in love with them

Would love to know your thoughts on the way they display affection.

Like, do you think Soundwave had picked up on some of ravages tendencies of affection? Like cats do, butting heads, and being silly

This is such an old ask but I’m gonna answer it anyways. I had a couple of lingering asks in my box so im gonna try to clear them out before my phone dies again and I have to figure out how to charge it with no power.

Soundwave and Cosmos definitely differ in how they express their affections. Cosmos is very physically and verbally affectionate while Soundwave is an acts of service kinda mech.

For Cosmos, being out in space for long periods of time without physical contact has left the poor thing a bit touch starved, so he’ll be as physically affectionate as Soundwave will allow him to be (it took a bit of time for Soundwave to get used to the idea of someone other than his recordicons and occasionally Megatron touching him affectionately, but once he got more used to it he found that he loves the physical affection as much as Cosmos does). Cosmos loves to wrap his arms around Soundwave’s middle and run his servos up and down the other’s back, and generally just touch as much plating as he can. He’ll give Soundwave massages, untangle kinked up wires, really anything can be an excuse to touch Soundwave sweetly! Cosmos also really loves telling Soundwave how much he adores him and how beautiful he is to him. Soundwave, despite the half-hearted protests, loves the praise.

Soundwave displays his affections through acts of service. He will do ANYTHING for the little autobot, from fetching his morning energon to helping him bathe before recharge. If Cosmos takes an interest in something from a different culture or planet, Soundwave will do whatever he can to get it for Cosmos. Cosmos occasionally has to remind his partner that he doesn’t have to do everything for him, Soundwave allowed to be too tired or busy to get him his favorite energon goodies, and Cosmos won’t love him less for not being able to do something for him.

And finally, Soundwave has ABSOLUTELY picked up on Ravage’s ways of showing affection. They both grew and learned how to express themselves through one another, so both of them have almost identical ways of showing affection. Soundwave definitely butts his head against mechs he cares about, and he also love-bites in the comfort of his own hab. Cuteness aggression is real and Cosmos has bitemarks to prove it.

I AM SO SORRY THIS ASK IS SO LATE BUT THANK YOU FOR SENDING IT!!! Gosh I forgot how much I love answering coswave asks ehe , thank you!!! 💚💚💚🛸🛸🛸

[revelboo]

I love Everything Is Alright sm and GOD i feel so bad for Megatron in such a specific way. Imagine you're in charge of a group of astronauts and they keep running off to go fuck the alien fauna, like bestie I'd be losing my shit too.

That’s pretty much what’s going on. 🤣 Poor guy is having a breakdown over all of his followers being deviants. I feel almost bad about how much fun I’m having in traumatizing Megatron- I swear I really do like him. I just also love making it worse. 18+ content

Everything Is Alright Pt 92

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• Choosing to ignore the furious Seeker, Megatron turns his attention to Soundwave and curls a lip. “For Primus’s sake, cover yourself,” he growls. Hand lifting to run over his face, he gestures at Starscream. Hears the Seeker actually hiss at him, wings flared and he ignores that, too. “That isn’t a pet.” Or maybe you are. A pet they frag. It’s not like this mess can get any worse. “Are both of you bonded to it?”

• It?! Spike still buried inside you, he’s aware of your little hands clinging to him. Of your fear and the way the bond amplifies it. “Keep away from my sparkmate,” he snarls. Stiffening as Megatron turns his stare on him, those cruel optics narrowing in calculation. Trying to figure out how to use you against him. To hurt him. Spark aching when you hide your face against his neck. Painfully aware of how fragile you are and that his frame is all that’s shielding you from Megatron’s anger. So it’s a surprise when Soundwave stands and moves between him and Megatron.

• ��My sparkmate,” Soundwave says, hating the lie even as he makes the claim. Knows it’s necessary, though. Because if you only belong to Starscream, you’re as expendable as he is. Aware of Megatron’s dislike for the Seeker and that it isn’t wholly unwarranted. Starscream’s deliberately invoked his wrath so many times with so many plots and schemes. So Soundwave lies to keep you safe. And because he wants that, wants to keep you, hold you in his arms. If keeping the self destructive SIC on a leash is the cost, he’s willing to pay it for you.

• Why does it have to be like this? Holding onto Starscream as Soundwave lies to their leader, you just wish suddenly there was somewhere you could run away to with them both. Just the three of you. But you know how incredibly selfish the thought is as soon as you have it. To ask them to leave everything they know just for you? Star’s spark is still connected to you, tendrils of energy snaring you like he’s trying to hold onto you despite the threat looming over him. The feel of him wrapped around you helping calm the terror, because in his arms you want to believe it’ll be okay as foolish as it is. That feeling of safety singing through you despite the danger.

• “Of course, it is,” Megatron mutters. Two of his commanding officers both sparkbonded to an organic alien. The same alien. Why not? It’s not an epidemic of xenophilia, it’s an epidemic of insanity. “I understand having impulses, but this?” Sees Soundwave stiffen slightly as he gestures at Starscream and the human. His communications officer at least having the decency to look slightly embarrassed about it, the Seeker still glaring and defiant. “You understand that just because you’re fragging it, doesn’t mean it changes anything. You’ll bring me the… pet before reporting to your duties.” And he can try to figure out what you’ve done to both of them. Some sort of pheromones? The interfacing can’t just be that good. So, it must be something you’re doing- some strange human mind control making his Decepticons all crazy. And Shockwave can figure it out since Hook is also compromised now.

• “You think I’m going to hand over my mate?” Starscream snarls, ignoring the warning look Soundwave shoots him. So furious he’s shaking as Megatron stares him down. Not again. Please. He can’t just give you to that sadist. Before Megatron had only thought you were a pet, but now that he knows you matter? Knows what you are to him? Tries to lift up, intending to fight and you cling to him. Hook a leg over his hip. Hears your frightened, little ‘don’t, please’ and his spark hurts with it. Because he’s still connected to you, can feel that fear isn’t for yourself it’s for him. And it tears through him, the unfairness of all of it. That he can’t just have this one thing, the only thing that really matters. “You’re not invincible,” he growls at Megatron, not caring if the warlord hears the threat there. Because to protect his mate? He’ll burn the world down around him.

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Sorry I just thought of an au and I had to tell you!

So you know how aligned Optimus is the reincarnation of thirteen? Well au where Orion pax somehow gets his memories of being thirteen without ever touching the matrix and has to deal with that.

This is of course megatronus x Orion pax and for bonus points Orion has to figure out whether or not it would be rude to ask megatronus to change his name because he just cannot deal with dating someone with the same name as his brother.

Omg thats actually genious! I love aus where special people remember theyre special and have to just deal with magical hooha about it in real life. Orion would be great for that for real. Like poor bro just trying to live a relatively normal regular life but has memories of the primes. Him remembering Solus being kind to him. Her fall. Or remembering Prima being a hard ass. Jwiwixkwjr yes pls. And OMG the inner turmoil over Megatronus having that name ahahahahah poor Orion struggling like "i love him but he has the same name as my brother and its wierd!"

Orion being the reason Megatronus makes the switch to Megatron. Like yes please.oooh this reminds me lowkey of an au idea i had where Megatron was the reincarnation essentially of Megatronus Prime.