#sg twitch

[transingthoseformers]

SG Earthspark: Maybe Hashtag has some kind of dysphoria because her first altmode is wrong? They did basically force her to scan the G.H.O.S.T van, while Nightshade and Jawbreaker didn't fold to the pressure and scanned the things they wanted/felt right.

Twitch's scan was accidental (not sure how Thrash's happened) but it could just coincidentally be right, like how most humans seem to just happen to have their body and brain match at birth?

You're right, and I feel like it could have an interesting impact

[driver270]

Shattered Multiverse Lesson

Aaaaaaaand I had Twitch interacting with every Megatron toy that I own. Now what?

[sturthepotofmadness]

What Are They? (Shattered EarthSpark AU)

Previous post here. Somewhat direct continuation of the first post, unlike the second post. I'm tracking what episodes I've written for and the order of which they're written, so in time I'll have a master post with everything in order. For now, you're dealing with me just linking to previous. Long post ahead.

"How... strange," Megatron said in a rumbling tone. His frame was it's usual flight frame, though one he taken when teaming with GHOST (a shortened version of their full name, Global Hazard and Organized Security Taskforce), along with being white and blue. His bright blue optics looked over the two strange mecha Dr Meridian had returned with. The smaller being, more femme in stature but that didn't say much, stared at him and Optimus with a bloodlust in its optics as it slowly approached them. The taller of the two was much more quiet and shy, preferring to stay near Atlas Meridian.

"Hello, little ones," Optimus chirped, tone in an unnatural sweet tone. The former Autobot was still a large truck, black and purple in color with dark red optics, a near maroon color. The smaller looked directly towards Optimus, their optics meeting. "I am Optimus."

The smaller one's optics went wide with clear adoration as they replied, "We are Twitch."

"And I," Megatron began, stealing Twitch's attention from Optimus, "am Megatron, leader of the Decepticons."

The other young mecha didn't say a word, causing Dr Meridian to say, "This is Thrash." Thrash flinched at that, giving a small wave before they stepped away a bit. Atlas seemed to have noticed, as he added, "He's... not that comfortable around others."

Megatron nodded as Optimus, back to his more bland tone, stated, "Oh joy, already taking the world so harshly." He gave the black and purple bot a somewhat strong nudge, though Optimus just responded with a bored glance.

"Dr Meridian, what are these two?" Megatron asked.

Twitch's attention went back to Optimus as Atlas answered, "I am not too sure myself. GHOST detected a faint Cybertronian signal and when I went to see what it was, I found this strange stone. When I touched it, these two appeared and the cave the stone was in gained some damage."

Optimus's helm moved, raising a bit and optics glinting. "By chance, is the stone you speak of dark teal with speckles of a brighter teal?"

Meridian seemed unsure for a moment before he answered, "I wouldn't say it was dark teal, more of an ocean color, but it did have teal specks on it."

Optimus's finials flicked up as Megatron suddenly realized what the other was implying. "The Emberstone?" Megatron blinked.

"That is my thought process as well," Optimus said, glancing towards Megatron. He looked back at Atlas and asked, "Did anything else happen when the stone was activated, assuming it is the Emberstone? A voice, most likely."

Atlas gave them a weird look as Twitch continued to stare up at Optimus and Thrash shuffled back a bit. "No, just the cave damage when these two appeared. Two of the stalactites broke," he replied.

Optimus's finials did an odd motion as Megatron blinked. "Most likely not the Emberstone, then..." Megatron muttered.

"Well, no slagging clue then," Optimus deadpanned, causing Megatron to glare at him. "Unless it's some AllSpark scrap, no fragging idea."

"Language," Megatron chastised, then immediately recognized something the former Autobot said and looked away.

Optimus shrugged in reply, then his finials flickered when he saw Megatron's reaction. "We're here on Earth anyways. I was wondering when sparklings or sparkling-look-a-likes would begin to pop up," Optimus stated. "I expected Starscream and Jetfire to be first. They're not very good at hiding when they're--"

"NO!" Megatron interrupted, slammed a servo over Optimus's mouth. Optimus just stared at him with a bored look. Megatron stated, "They do not need to know."

Optimus raised a ridge as Megatron backed away. "Eventually," the black and purple truck blandly said.

Megatron's frame relaxed slightly as he looked towards Atlas and Thrash. Optimus looked down at Twitch as the white and blue mech said, "Forgive Optimus. He refuses to censor himself around... anyone, really."

"It is fine," Dr Meridian replied as Optimus knelt down to better be at Twitch's level. "It was best to report directly to you two before seeing what connection was created between my robotic arm and Twitch and Thrash."

Megatron nodded as Optimus made a noncommittal hum, adding, "They look around the age Bumblebee was when he gained his alt mode." Megatron glared at Optimus, but the former Autobot appeared to ignore him.

Megatron looked back at Atlas and said, "Once you and your team are finished, can you send Twitch and Thrash to the docking bay?"

"Of course," Atlas replied as Optimus stood back up. Twitch lifted a servo towards him, causing him to grin.

"You'll see me again, little one. Rejoin Dr Meridian," Optimus said. Twitch's young field flared in disappointment Optimus's field just began pushing against the young mecha's own, releasing a bit of reassurance into his field. Twitch lowered her servo, stared for a moment, then walked back to Atlas and Thrash. Thrash kept his distance from his sibling, field bubbling with nervousness.

"We'll see you again in due time," Megatron said before Atlas began to walk away. Thrash immediately followed, though Twitch lagged behind slightly to stare at Optimus before finally following.

Once they left, Optimus said, "I'll be there early, once I check in one Jetfire." He didn't wait for a reply, immediately walking out of the room.

Megatron stared for a moment, then his frame relaxed immensely and he turned towards a nearby table where a machine sat, looking like a purple box with many seems and loose plating. "RAPTR Unit 3, contact Executive Agent Croft," he said.

The machine reacted. It transformed from its small, compact box form into a raptor-like body shape that was roughly twice the size of an average human teenager. RAPTR's plating was mostly purple and bits of white and slate making up the rest of the plate color. Yellow biolights were on the droid, with its snout and face being replaced with a screen and camera. (RAPTR, being short for Recall Adviser and Pair Task Reporter.)

RAPTR's screen lit up, showing a loading screen. After a few moments, the familiar face of Agent Croft appeared on the screen. All he could see on the screen was her familiar silver hair, fair skin, green eyes, and part of her uniform.

Once it was clear it was connected, Croft asked, "What was found at the signal?"

"If what Dr Meridian said and our assumptions are correct, a stone of Earthen origins that is able to create Cybertronian-like life," Megatron replied. "It has created two of them so far, both relatively are at the tail end of their sparkling phase and soon to roll over into their youngling phase."

"Interesting..." Croft muttered. "That is something to be explored at a later point." She raised her voice. "Thank you for informing me. I'll make sure there's a team with an eye on it. Is there someone able to watch over these new... younglings?"

Megatron thought for a moment.

[shuenkio]

Mid Night w'you | Ksn. 🌜

Paring: Innocent!Sunoo X Male!reader | Genre: Sg Smut.

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Synopsis: Sunoo was waking up in the middle of the night feeling overwhelmed by the sudden heat, so he asked you for a lil help.

Cw: mentioned of cum, masturbate, overstimulated, curse Mdni.

Non proof read | Eng is not my first.

This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

A-N: I'm back with Sun's work after a while, I mean I'm kinda sucky at writing this genre a bit suar don't be mad at it :') / also tell me which member you wanna see next.

You know that, your boyfriend, Sunoo was a bright person, sweet as sugar, a gentleman and never had any bad background before, he was just perfect. However, in the life of a human, as a man he was pretty innocent even if he was already an adult, you know what we trying to say.

Sometimes he was a pain and oblivious that, doing it with alone times is nothing to be ashamed of, your body do need relaxation too such as a good release. You did bring up this topic a few times too that, nothing to be embarrassed off, while he said he was fine, shrugged it off didn't care of it that much. So you just go along with the flow, not everyone is enjoying themselves doing alone time.

However, during the middle night as you and him, have gone to sleep. Sunoo was seen waking up, feeling uneasy, flashing and heat surrounded all over his body in every part especially 'that'. Why did his dick is so hard like a rock right now, damn it. To say that, he didn't know how to make it dead down and back to normal. Usually Sunoo would just pee it out when his bladder said so, but this was different. He feel nothing to pee, his balls are tight together, the base of his dick twitching and throbbing hard to point it actually painfully hurt.

He didn't want to wake you up from your sleep just for this personal issues to be solve, it kinda make him even more ashamed and embarrassed. Yet he got no choice, as Sunoo pull over to see once again under his pant, it wet? Why did his tip leaking wet and what are all these, he don't understand. Yeah they said everybody had a wet dream when they hit puberty, for Sunoo, he don't really care about it that much, at this point, he don't even know what c u m is. Innocent, really innocent.

He left with no choice, the more he try to resist, the more his dick hurting him more and more, that feeling when it just hitting, and needed to get it done asap. Shaking you gently, as you slowly open your eyes to see what's wrong, He finally explain.

Sunoo expected that you'd be hate him for waking you up this late, just for his dick never dead down or to find solution for him? Instead, you yawn. You know someday, man will always be man, and so are you and this was a countless time that you have to deal with it, and today it turn out to be your innocent boyfriend, this is going to take a while.

"M/n— i-im sorry, but how am i suppose to make it stop hard" He asked. His face are all redden like a fine wine, clenching tight on the bed sheet because he was shy, to deal with this with you helping. On the other hand, you didn't say anything as you remove the blanket away from the views and asked him.

"Sun, remove your pant. And underwear you need it" you state, finally half awake as you command him to do as you told. Shamelessly, he did remove everything and was left with bare butt and his dick, able to breathing for once. His expression is readable, he could actually fainted from all of these moments alone.

"N-now what should we do next?" Sunoo asked, he was still leaking with pre cum and it soaked his shaft already, well this was his first time for a while, gonna be a bit sensitive.

"So... It kinda late, we can't do something that need much energy so, can you uh jerk it off?" Explain what he should do, his face began to grow even redder, he was supposed to what? Fap his own dick? Naur way, he don't even know how to do it.

"I need to what? B.. but i don't know how!" Claiming he can't do it, explain the big picture that he can't do it for himself, which in the end you did have to help him, everything.

"Okay, I'm gonna help you Sun, but let me tell you first, it gonna be sensitive yeah?" Informing your boyfriend, he know that it would be so he agree even if he know he's gonna squirm under your touch, not to mention, everybody first time, its a hella crazy experience.

You crawl closer beside him, as you slowly wrapped your palm and finger around his dick. Just by doing that, he's already gone twitching non stop, the sensation are slowly making him swallow hard already.

But to stop it, he must need to do it, nothing to be afraid of.

You looking at him for consent that you'll be moving, when he catch your eyes he gently nod, as his brows strain together, feeling the heavy heat absorbing him once again.

As you moving your hand up and down in a slow pace, Sunoo was shaking. His thighs is so sensitive to your touch, with the wave of first stage pleasure wash over him. But why does he feel good? What's this feeling. Continue to jerk him off by the increase speed in every step, he can't help but to cover his mouth by the pleasure. The sound that he make only was whimpering, only to make him even more turn on.

Little by little, the slow pace turn into a fast one. The foreskin on his tip moving up and down nonstop with the help of your hand. The balls are swinging by the rhymes of your move that make Sunoo rolling his eyes over, almost can't hold himself back down. The more you go, the more his breath start to hitch, along with the high pitch sound he make, groaning, feeling like he was about to seen heaven in any moment.

"S-SHIT m/n i want to pee, i n-need to pee right now! Nvgahh ah"

"Piss it out Sun, don't hold back it not a pee~"

In another few more strokes, a wave of ecstasy hit him, as Sunoo feel like his body is begging for to be release the white liquid that he had seen back in those day. He was trembling and indeed squirming just like he predicted, his tips is twitching as it giving signal once last time before a big load of cum shooting out on the bed, a very heavy one. Sunoo's body couldn't endure such pleasure before, the sensation running wild in his vein, and that's when he pass out, on the spot. He's probably seen heaven before he pass out right now.

You chuckle at your boyfriend who is a sensitive guy, before lay back down next to him, leave the dirty sheet for a while.

"How does it feel ma luv?" You asked, seeking for the attention and how does he feel like to be able to masturbate.

Yet Sunoo was still catching his breath, he can't bare himself to touch his sensitive spot, why does it feel so pleasurable that he can't even endure it yet he feel so good?

He must try... For another time in a while he thought, again soon.

"It feel so... Good just like you said, M/n...it actually overwhelmed with- it sensitive good"

"I know you would, everybody did, you don't have to be shy, unless it for everybody and not me ok? Now go to rest, you look like you're about to dead, so sensitive so cute hehe"

"Thanks you, M/n"

Reblog and like is much appreciated ♥

Crd to all the owners of pics and dividers.

Ps; I didn't use the grammar checker so a lot of words might be incorrect.

[lovefazedforsoundwave]

SG SOUNDWAVE X AUTOBOT!READER NFSW

Warnings: NSFW without PLOT, VALVE teasing, slow fingering IN valve, nicknames, NSFW ,—

His green headband flows as He towers over your aching frame, his green visor glowing in delight. He gives of his usual friendly smirk, and He rubbed circles on your valve. As your transfluid falls out onto his digits, getting them wet, he uses his sonicwaves to get you to react the way you do, with just Mere Waves. His white paint job shining as bright as ever, just like when you first met him.

"—Sound‐wave ahhh...—f-fragg...."

" stop... going.. so slow.. ha-h....you.. ahh... faster! Pleeseee...—"

"woah... dude..i haven't made you overload yet, and you're already moaning under me? How radical of ya."

you moan as he fingers your valve painfully slow, your usual upset, and demeanor broken by the slow but pleasureful moment he's providing you, He speeds up just a bit, which causes tears to come out of your optics, the blush on your faceplates glowing brighter, making transfluid come out slowly out of your valve

"S-soundwave.. Soundwave...f-frag... stop... that hah... enough...mgh—"

"Come on, sugarspark, you can take it...."

"F-fine.. oh..! Too.. much— t-too... much... oh frag—"

"I'm almost done, just a little more.. okay?"

Something about him just made it more delightful and pleasureful than intended, coming undone for your lover every time he interfaces with you or just merely teasing you with his digits. It didn't matter, not to him atleast. No mech could ever make you feel the way soundwave could, he knew this ofcourse, even though you both are on completely different sides of the war, he didn't Care, he still loved you, even in your aching form, you overload from the pleasure, as you lay on his chassis, as your frames twitchs, and optics cry tears of pleasure, as your pink blush stain your faceplates. He leaves your aching form, and he kisses you on the helm. With his glowing Vidor.

This would be a permanent mark he'll never let you forget once you met him secretly again.

[shaymiens]

NONE OF THIS would've ever happened if everything leading up to this point hadn't happened, and i think that's beautiful

The coolest thing about Anthony rejoining smosh is how much smosh has changed. It’s transcended. It’s adapted to survive. It’s overcome challenges. It is something completely new to the old smosh. It’s different. But so are Ian and Anthony. This wouldn’t have worked if all three hadn’t evolved and grown and changed. All the old fans should be thanking the added cast for that. Without them (esp Shayne, Courtney and Damien in the beginning and now Chanse, Angela, Arasha and Amanda) smosh would have faded and sank. Smosh and the “new” cast provided an outlet to Ian to figure out who he was becoming, to develop his humor without Anthony, to pursue passion projects without limits (let’s do this was as unhinged as Ian could have dreamed) and now new classic smosh is giving Anthony a chance to get back to his roots. I guess what I’m saying is, without smosh changing, without the new cast, you wouldn’t have old smosh back.

[transingthoseformers]

SG Earthspark: So this is the basic plot of the seasons

Season 1 — Twitch, Thrash, Nightshade, Hashtag, and Jawbreaker are born, and the first two's birth kickstarts the plot. US and the Autobots were bad guys but won the war and wrote history, and they try to manipulate and use the kids and the Emberstone, but after a lot of dark subtext the kids find out the truth. Around midway G.H.O.S.T and the Autobots find out they know and the Maltos have to go on the run. They succeed at exposing the truth to the world and the government decides to kill everybody and put all the blame on the Autobots when they're too dead to contradict the narrative, so the Autobots, the Adcenticons, and the Maltos team up against G.H.O.S.T and executive agent Schloder is killed (somewhere during these events agent Croft turns on Schloder to stop him from killing Robby or Mo, after which she has to go with the Maltos because that's treason). The Emberstone shatters because G.H.O.S.T fucked with it or something, and the Autobots run away before the army or similiar can show up. The Maltos and the Ascenticons (and Croft) also run away somewhere. Not sure how they can win against or be safe from the government though, especially if they don't leave America.

Season 2 — Maybe only a few months' timeskip or no timeskip. The Malto kids have lost their connection to Quintus because the Emberstone shattered and are trying to put it back together in the hopes that'll fix things. T wo of the shards accidentally and unprecedently create two new terrans, Aftermath and Spitfire, who have shards for sparks and no emotional link to the Malto kids. [WIP, i haven't even gotten to the mid-season finale]

Makes sense

Honestly? I vote for no timeskip

[faegoddessog]

Feyd's Gom Jabbar

DUNE 2: Missing Scene (my own take)

Summary: Lady Margot Fenring is on a Bene Gesserit mission: test and preserve the genetics of the Na-Baron Feyd Rautha Harkonnen. She is well aware of his deranged pleasures of choice. Armed with her Pain Box, Gom Jabbar, her Voice and her substantial wiles and wits, she delves into Feyd's world. She is unprepared, however, for her own reaction to his... attentions.

WARNINGS!! EXPLICITLY MATURE CONTENT, 18+, NOT for the faint of heart, this is a dark story for a dark character.

This is a hard turn from my usual writings, so reader beware. This is NOT Austin... this is Feyd. He is sadistic, uncaring, aggressive and ambitious.

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⚠️⚠️Warnings: hickeys, biting to draw blood, minor blood play, pain, sadism, beating with a belt, restraint, degradation, pussy spanking, breeding, implied prior abuse of a child, vocal manipulation and control, hard PIV, choking, mentions of knife play⚠️⚠️

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A/N: It is unclear if Feyd is 17 Geidi Prime years or Standard Galactic years. (1 SG or earth year = 2.6 GP years) So take this story as you will as far as age goes. I am a DUNE fan and have tried to layer world tidbits into this story.

PSA: This fictional depiction of BDSM is brutal and inspired by the characters from DUNE part 2. It is not meant to misconstrue BDSM or it's community or defame the rightful owners of the DUNE franchise. This is just pure S&M fantasy/fun. Before you play in ANY kinky way please garner consent, please discuss the scene, please set up safe words and please remember your aftercare. Safe, Sane, and Consensual my loves!

@austinbutlerslovers, @elvismylove04

Feyd’s GomJabbar

He is kneeling in front of her, though he does not know how he got here. His hand is in a box and his keen senses feel the sharp needle point at his neck. 

Lady Fenring is sitting on the bench at the foot of the bed. She is saying something about seeing if he is human through pain. The corner of his lip curls and he blows a short breath through his nose. 

‘Pain,’ he thinks to himself, ‘does this woman think I don't know pain just because I am na-Baron? I knew how to deal with pain before I was 10 standard years old.’

She sees his smirk at the idea of pain. Most, when the test is sprung on them, drop immediately into panic, even if they try not to show it. 

“You are not afraid?” she can’t help but ask. 

“Pft, there is nothing here to fear,” and he nods his face toward the box. 

She closes her eyes, turning on the nerve pain inducers with her Bene Gesserit Prana Nervature abilities. 

When she opens them, he is staring at her with cold, snake-like eyes. His lips, not set in grim acceptance, but lightly closed, amused, waiting. 

An itching, a burning, these are nothing to Feyd. Then the pain shoots like lighting through his fingers and palm, radiating out the back of his long fingered hand. 

As the pain increases, his eyes close and his naked forehead scrunches together.  The most sensual of moans rumbles in his chest. His plush lips twitch and his head tilts to the side. 

The only way to survive the kind of upbringing he had, was to delve into the pain, transform it into pleasure. 

His other hand is on her knee, kneading creeping incrementally up her thigh. His lips part as a breathy ‘oh’ leaves his lips. His head drops back as his eyelids flutter. 

“Yes,” he breathes out as though her lips were wrapped around his cock. 

She realizes with a jolt, it’s like foreplay for him. Curious, she increases the pain past where she should.  

His abs contract, and he moans as his eyes fling open to stare at hers. The predator she sees in those dark orbs internally shocks her. But her training has been far too thorough to show it. 

“Remove your hand, human.” she says in a metered tone, releasing the pain from him. 

“I need one of those,” he says in a low voice. 

“You wouldn't be able to use it if you did,” she counters.

He slides his hand from the box, not even bothering to look at it. Using it instead to wrap around the back of her neck. His other hand immediately runs up her thigh to her hip. He pulls her lips to his in a demanding kiss. He is so aroused he is about to press himself upon her. All he can think is how he wants to fuck her bloody. 

His desire was unexpected. There was no protocol for this kind of behavior. But the way his lips moved on hers, steady, exacting and completely in control. She finds herself drawn to him, despite his playboy reputation.

“{{Stop, remove your clothes}}” Having registered him in the hallway to draw him to her room, she knew exactly what pitch of Voice to use to control him. 

She uses the subtle ways, the ones that just seem a suggestion to the target and they still know what they are doing, even if they don’t really have a choice. 

His taut muscles relax, he stands and immediately divests himself of his outer Kurta, then belt, tunic and trousers. He stands in front of her naked. The alabaster skin was expected, indicative of living under the black sun of Giedi Prime. But his sculpted physique is magnificently breathtaking. He looks as if he was chiseled from the very bones of the planet.  His wide, muscled shoulders and chest rising and falling as he breathes deep. The V of his torso is echoed in the V of his waist, drawing her eyes down to his lengthy cockstand. Erect, willing, waiting.  He is stunning. It’s not always that a Sister is sent on this kind of mission and gets such a gorgeous specimen. She is going to enjoy this far more than she expected.

She leans back on the foot of the bed. The graceful arc of her hand pulls the diaphanous black  dress back, revealing the long slit up the front. Her bare legs are long and supple. They open to reveal a bald pussy, already wet and waiting for him. 

Her Ovulation Ritual completed, her eggs wait, ready to receive. In the AfterRite, she will consciously dispel any male zygotes and select the most vigorous female to be implanted, to carry the formidable genetics of this specimen. 

She releases her voice-hold on him. Wondering what he’ll do. 

Feyd looks her over as though she were a meal and he likes to play with his food. He doesn't just stick his dick in her like some hormone driven youth, he has a certain twisted honor about him.  He inhales her scent, her pheromones calculated specifically for him, now that she has kissed him and sampled his genetics. He growls, animalistic and predatory.  

“You are truly beautiful, Lady. I’m going to enjoy having my way with you. I’m going to watch that pale skin welt maybe even bleed before I fuck you,” as he speaks, he kneels down on one knee, a hidden hand reaching for the belt atop his pile of clothes. 

Lady Margot doesn't flinch at his words. Pain training is the first thing she mastered in the Bene Gesserit school.  Her eyes flash in desire at him. A little pain, a little blood spilled; this is a small price for the extraction of his genes. 

He leans in and  puts his mouth on her creamy inner thigh.  Licking with that long tongue, sucking her flesh hard into his mouth. He lifts her legs, knees bent wide to her torso. Her cunt open and wide to him. He licks and sucks, and licks and sucks. His long fingers gripping her thigh.  He is methodical, leaving a neat row of oval bruises like garters around her inner thighs. 

The  repetitive lick, suck, twinge of his work starts to lull her body into false expectation. Her mind knows better, it will get worse. And truth be told, she kind of hopes it does. She is curious to see if the rumors are true. 

Her pussy is dripping, the scent intoxicating to him, although missing the sharp scent of fear he usually likes. He delights in breaking in new slaves in the pleasure wing. Their dread smells and tastes so delicious. He smiles up at her, a monster in sexy clothing. He nestles his face back into the soft flesh of her inner thigh and bites hard. The sharpened black canines drawing blood.

She yelps at his harsh bite, but keeps herself exposed to him.

His long tongue extends, the tip dragging a line of dark red  up her leg.  He pulls back, watching the liquid worm it’s way down and drip off her. His cock twitches in response.  He repeats on her other side. She moans above him as his teeth sink into her silky flesh.

She, like him, must be a student of the beauty of pain and pleasure, he decides. This must be why she sought him out. Well, he will give her a night she will never forget, something Count Fenring, the eunuch, could never do. 

Her blood, nearly black in the light of his dark planet, stains his chin, he makes no move to wipe it off. Seeing his heightened arousal, she directs her body's response to the wound. Tells her platelets to back off and she lets her blood continue to drip, drip, drip. 

His belt, previously draped over his bent knee, is now folded in two in his fist. He licks the blood from his lips as a deviant smile spreads on his chiseled features. She truly is a gorgeous creature, and creatures should be domesticated. Broken. 

She waits for the blow that is sure to come. 

He holds the black strap between his two hands, and in an obviously familiar motion, snaps the leather onto her thigh. Not experimentally, not to see how she reacts, he knows exactly what he is doing. 

She yelps again, then moans, transforming her pain into pleasure, as she was taught. Her legs stay open to him. 

“Oh, you like that, don’t you pet,” He hits her again on the other thigh, ”Don’t you!” he snarls when she doesn't respond, hitting her harder.

“Yes” is all she breathes. To her surprise, she finds herself believing it. 

“Oh wouldn’t it be fun to keep you,” his snake-like voice slithers over her. “Imagine it, my personal highborn pain whore, secreted away in my chambers. I’d strap you, beat you,  every night. Decorating your body somewhere new, before I fucked every orifice you have. I’d use your blood to jerk off and make you sleep in pools of blood and cum.” As he casually talks, he is  beating her with the strap of his belt. Punishing her bite wounds, spattering little droplets of blood onto her thighs, her pussy, his forearm and fist.

“But you are Lady Fenring, wife to the right hand of the Emperor himself. You’d be missed.” He  pushes his lips out in a mock pout. “So I suppose I’ll have to settle for this.” 

Then he does it, brings the belt down hard on her pussy. With no warning, she gasps and her body coils, trying to protect her exposed and dripping vulva.  She should have been prepared for it, she immediately thinks. She has been letting herself dip too far into his sadistic scene. This scene where the only safe word lies in her use of the Voice and her wits. She must pay attention to the mission.

“Heh heh heh,” his smile is lopsided, psychotic. His eyes narrow predatorily. He saw that spike of fear, he smelled it. He is beginning to get somewhere now. 

“Now, now,” he jerks her legs apart, ”open up, I’m not done, Lady.” 

The crack of his belt on her pussy resounds in her ears, pain burning like lightning.  This time she is ready for it and keeps her body still. Once, twice, three times more he cracks her most sensitive of skin. She winces by the end. His black-toothed smile wide, enjoying her willing anguish.

“Now, Lady-pet, do you want this?” his hand is on his cock, leaving dark red-black streaks up and down his shaft. 

She nods.  She finds, when she allows herself to look into her own desire, that despite the pain, despite the fact that it’s what she came here for,  that she does want it. She wants to feel him in her, and not just for her mission, but for herself. She looks up at him,  giving him the exact parting of her lips, the exact mix of desire and fear in her eyes, the exact tilt of her head to make him want her, to need to be inside her. 

Sex, pain and desire, she knew now, would be the way to truly control him. How easy it would be to make him her pet, to bind him to her as she probed his deepest subconscious, planting the safeguarding phrases she was ordered to do. Easy to make him hers.  She would call him to her with the promise of tortuous pleasure that only they could give one another.  There were rumors that the Baron’s plans included Feyd on the throne. What a thing would that be, fucking the Emperor when she needed it, when she wanted it. Secretly controlling him with her whispered words in his ear while he was his most vulnerable, post orgasm. He could be her path to true power. 

His tongue runs along the black line inside his lip, considering how he wanted to fuck her.  He grabs her hands,  the belt cinching down around  them. He yanks her to her feet, the lace dress covering her. He drags her around the bed, throwing her down onto her back. He lashes the belt to the convenient D-ring sunk into the headboard, anchoring her arms above her head. Giedi Prime was harsh, but convenient for the truly depraved, even in the guest wing.  He doesn't bother with the bodice of her gown, though he thought ripping it off her might be a good way to scare her further. 

But no, he is only interested in the blood on her legs, in the warm wetness of her pussy. He doesn't like breasts, they remind him of his hated mother. He tilts his head, like a wolf, looking at her half naked form. She truly is a gorgeous creature.  Creatures should be domesticated. Broken. 

She lets him bind her, albeit haphazardly. She allows it, noting he is far too aroused to do it properly. Besides, she knows she can get out of it with a word. 

“Now, Lady,” his voice is like sandpaper smooth yet harsh at the same time, “I’m gonna fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked.”  

The words seep into her, she libidinously opens her legs, staring at him, willing him to sink his cock into her.  Her pussy is open, waiting, wet, and not just from her mind/body control. She startled by how much she is actually turned on by this beautifully dangerous beast of a man.  This must be why they sent her, something the Reverend Mother saw in her, that made her perfect for this mission. 

He steps away, fumbling in his pants pocket and produces a personal poison snooper. It’s about a handspan long and cylindrical. He reaches down, pulling her lips apart, straining her skin. She moans as the sensations shoot to her core. 

“Can’t be too safe,” he says to her.  He activates the wand and shoves it inside her, moving it roughly around. He’s lived his whole life in House Harkonnen, he knows better than to just trust a willing woman. He himself has used Rossak or Elacca microneedles to ensure his victories in the gladiatorial arena.  He is struck with the idea of installing one in the thigh of one of his uncle’s slave boys. Now that he is the proclaimed heir, it is only right that he should attempt to assassinate the Baron. A deadly smile spreads on his lips at the thought. The poison snooper beeps twice, finding nothing. He tosses it back on his pile of clothes.

He swipes the blood, still dripping but slower now,  across her labia with his hand, brings it to his mouth and licks it off his palm. The coppery taste of her blood mixing with the saltiness of her juices. He is no longer able to stand it, she is like the perfect fuck toy. The way she takes what he gives her. He knows he can’t treat her fully like he does his pleasure slaves, making shallow cuts high on their white bodies, so that the blood drips down onto their naked skin as he fucks them. She is a lady and a guest, afterall. In all honesty, the blood was a risk, but it was his birthday, he could get away with it.

He spreads her again with the fingers on one hand, guiding his beautiful, huge cock just barely into her. He watches her lips part for him, stretch around him. He loves the sight of himself plunging over and over, dominating the flesh. 

“If you were my pet, I’d put a ring through this little jewel,” he pinches her clit lightly between thumb and forefinger, “with a long chain. I would lead you around with it.  Pull on it and watch your face,” he squeezes cruelly, “do that.” 

Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open. Pain and pleasure rocket to her core. Her pussy grips the head of his cock, closing tight. He thrusts into her deep and hard, ramming her open again. 

{{{“Listen Feyd,”}}} She slithers into his mind with the strongest Voice, trapping him.   His eyes glaze over, his hips slow, fingers still, waiting for her orders.  She whispers the spell of binding, the spell that plants the Bene Gesserit control over him deep into his subconscious, should they need it, should she need it. She smiles as she adds her own twist, embedding in him a deep desire for her that would activate with a word spoken from her lips. It’s only fitting, she decides, since it is her blood, her pussy on his cock, that is sealing this witchery.

{{“Fuck me, Feyd,}} She  slowly lessens her intense hold on his mind. He resumes thrusting. 

{{“My clit”}}, his thumb scrapes at her clit. 

She is so full, so turned on. She has actually never used the Voice in sex before. The power is intoxicating. His fingers are rough on her clit, but it’s what she wants, what she needs right now. He feels so fucking good inside her over and over. 

His cock is pumping in and out of her, his own pure pleasure plain on his face. A lifetime of programming dropping away in his tranced state, as though he had taken Semuta and was hearing the sweet music. He was feeling the simple, timeless ecstasy, probably for the first time in his life. It strikes her, that without the twist of cunning in his mouth; the narrow calculating eyes; the constant state of awareness of a potential poisoned blade at his back, he was unequivocally beautiful.  What a man he would have been, had he been born into a different House. Revered instead of feared. A jewel to be coveted and honored. No doubt, with his natural intelligence, would have already been promised to one of the Emperor's daughters, if not to Princess Irulan herself.   His child would be stunning and they would never let him know she existed, lest he twist her. 

His face begins to contort in rapture, she can sense his passion rising, his hips speeding up.

{{“Don’t you cum, Feyd.}} He immediately falls back into measured thrusts. 

{{”That’s it, fuck me, rub my clit,  make me cum on that strong cock,”}} he works her clit between his fingers and his beautiful cock in her cunt.

It is so good, pushing her higher. Then she is seething, her pussy wildly contracting as he keeps plowing into her. Her eyes blink, her mouth hangs open before a throat ripping scream issues forth.  She jerks, hips thrashing under him. Her hands are pulling at the restraints she never even thought to make him remove.

The tambor of her scream breaks the hold over him as she cums.  He blinks, fingers digging automatically into her hips. He sees his cock in her, sees her writhing. He is unsure what happened in the past few minutes, Has be been fucking her? Did she use her witches powers on him. Surely not, she is still tied up. She would have made him remove those. No, he just got lost in pleasure, too lost. He growls in distaste, he is always under control.  His fingers tighten on her thighs and he feels the hard edge of the Pain Box secreted in the folds of her dress. He needs to refocus himself. 

He fishes out the box from the fabric, laying it on her belly. 

She frowns, panting from her pleasure,  not comprehending what he means to do, she won’t use it on herself, she can’t. She remembers her own Gom Jabbar. She vowed never again. Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam was notoriously… thorough with the Box. 

She shouldn’t be surprised when he shoves his hand in the Box. 

“Do it,” is all he growls. 

She shakes her head but uses her mental powers to turn on the pain, just a little. 

“Ahhhhh” he tosses his head back like before, his voice box protruding from the front of his throat.  His hips move slowly, pushing himself in and out of her. Her blood on the front of his hips spurs him on. 

“More,” he moans. 

She obliges, her pussy still spasming as he fucks her harder.

As the pain ramps up in the Box he roars, staring right into her face. She is captivated by him. His hips snap hard against her. 

{{“Cum Feyd, cum in my quivering slit”}} her pitch is a little less than perfect. 

He pounds into her, hard, harder, harder still. Truthfully, she starts to cum on his cock once more, losing her mental grip on the Pain Box. 

He yanks his hand out. The Box clatters to the floor. He grabs her by the throat. True fear flashes in her eyes, her orgasm stalled. Without access to the Voice, she is at his nonexistent mercy. His hand is wrapped tight on the sides of her neck, cutting off the blood flow to her brain. How could she have let it get this far? His eyes are dark glittering jewels, staring directly into hers. Her fear is exactly what he wanted, what he needed to push him to the point of no return. 

“No hexes from you, filthy pain slut of a witch whore,” he seethes, “you’ll take what I give you, take my magnificent fucking cock you dirty, dirty gorgeous highborn fuck toy.” All the venom from his twisted mind spews from his mouth. He fucks her relentlessly, now pursuing his release with single minded intent. 

Her orgasm is laced with fear but builds quickly with the decreased oxygen to her brain. It erupts as he grips harder on her throat. Her whole body shakes under him, her pussy contracting in undulating waves on his thickness. 

“Aaarrrrrghhhh! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” he pushes in impossibly deep, his cockhead erupting agasint her cervix, his seed boiling from him. His eyelids, his arms, his hips; all tremble violently as he unloads, raging into her. 

He stares into her pin-point pupils, panting. He won’t say it, but she was magnificent. The best fucking plaything he’d had in a long time. 

His grip on her throat is the last to loosen.  The blackness playing at the edge of her vision. Quickly, she amps up her oxygen intake to compensate.  

He smiles at the dark bruises already blooming on her long, graceful neck. 

He climbs off her, making no move to release her bonds. His long cock still half hard, muscled body rippling and shimmering with sweat. Fuck he really was unrivaled in the glory of his body. 

He casually  picks up the black pile of clothes, not deigning to put them on. He is na-Baron. He will have his slaves dress him.  He stands at the foot of the bed, surveying his handiwork:  the tight pattern of oval bruises on her thighs, the blood smeared across her legs and pussy, the trail of his cum left by his withdrawal from her slit, the handprint ringing her neck, the red welts on her white skin, the equally red marks on her wrists.  God he wanted her again and again, wishing he was in his own chamber, his own instruments of pain and pleasure to hand. He would have made this night last forever. 

“Know this, Lady Fenring,” Feyd hisses demonically, “you and your tight witch’s cunt will never be the same. No man will ever match me in your whore pussy. Ever. You’ll be back, begging to be my forever plaything.” He walks to the door, pauses and says over his shoulder. “Oh and keep the belt, as a token of my… esteem. “ 

He walks out, stark naked, with nary a look back. 

He doesn’t see the cunning smile unfold on her face, nor hear the low chuckle in her throat. 

Mission accomplished. 

[emotionallyattachednerd]

Obey | SG Optimus Prime x f!robot S/O reader | NSFW 18+

Word count: 1400+

Warnings: Smut ( BDSM, pet play, oral and rough interfacing ), dom / sub, dark and a little twist in end. NSFW 18+.

Notes: It seems I can only write Optimus having a dark or controlling side. My other two that I've written are softer but still have that darkness. This is my own idea I wanted to try out. Enjoy it you beautiful sinners. 🥰

☕ Coffee

The collar fits firmly around your neck, leach attached that tugs you up to straighten yourself on your servos and knees, ruby optics gazing up at the purple mech sitting on the large berth covered in thick silks, all fit for a king.

You know the rules. You know how to play his game.

Optimus tightens his servo at the end of the leash as he observes you, helm tilting to the side as his crimson optics intensely drag across your slender frame. Tugging the leash he smirks behind his mouth guard as you let out a soft grunt but manage to keep your balance. He loves this, everything in his control.

"Crawl." His simple command is all you needed to hear.

Slowly you move yourself, crawling forward with a heavy sway of your aft, dancing silently as you get closer until in reach, his legs spread wide for you to have access. No touching, not yet. You know this. All you want is to worship your king.

Using your glossa you gently drag it across his heated panel, kissing the area lightly and nuzzling into him like a purring feline. You wiggle your aft from side to side slowly, moaning as you feel the intense vibrations coming from the device plugged in your valve, dripping fluids onto the ground as it runs down your thighs.

"You're making a mess." Optimus notices this through a heated vent. "Back up. Clean it up, with your glossa."

"Yes, my lord."

Doing as he says you slide back and bend down, licking up the fluids with your glossa and making sure you gather every drop of it to keep him satisfied. The vibrator in you continues to blaze intensely but you try to hold everything in as best you could. Once cleaned up you keep yourself bent over in a submissive position with your face pressed against the floor, optics full of hazy lust looking back at him.

"Hm." Optimus lets out a short hum. "Good. Now, put that mouth to better use, my pet." He retracts his panel for his enormous spike to emerge from its housing, throbbing intensely, bumps and ridges flaming violet along the length. The very sight makes you lick your lips eagerly.

"Yes, my lord." You answer before moving closer again, holding yourself back from going too fast. The last time you did that it earned you a punishment.

Without using your servos you gently drag your glossa along the side of his twitching cable, planting a soft kiss across a ridged area and sucking gently, earning a heated groan from him looming over you. Moving up you then kiss his leaking tip, swirling your glossa around the area before taking him slowly in your mouth, lowering your helm as you let out a low lingering hum that shocks through him, noticing his servos tightening around the leash and the silks he sat under.

While you slowly bob your helm you continue to take little at a time, sucking good, just the way he likes it. The vibrator in you sends pulses of pleasure through your frame, and holds back from overloading. You take as much as you can and relax your intake, knowing what he was about to do.

Optimus lets out a flared snarl before he tugs the leash harshly towards him, forcing you to take more of him, and his free servo grips the back of your helm and pushes you down fully on him, holding you still and savouring the exotic tightness around himself.

You feel every twitch and throb down your intake, full and stuff tightly as you relax yourself more to give him what he desires. After a moment he loosened his hold and pulled your helm away, his spike wet and bobbing out in your view. He keeps you close as he tugs the leash to have you look up at him, his other servo tilting your chin up.

"Hold still, just like that." Optimus purrs as he gazes down at you, his hard spike resting against the side of your helm with some of his leaked trans fluid coating the corners of your lips. "Such a beautiful picture. Now, get on the berth. Present yourself to me, like a good pet, ready for a hard frag."

"Yes, my lord."

Pushing yourself up slowly onto the berth you continue to move like a fancy cat, fluids flooding your valve making you quicker feel your warm juices threatening to erupt out. Once in position, Optimus kneels behind and removes the vibrator making you gasp out a low whimper. Your valve and node is so sensitive, burning with need to be touched and filled.

You feel him behind you, leash tugging your helm back a little as you feel his hot throbbing spike pressing against your valve, moaning lowly with desire, desperation to be filled by your lord.

With his free servo he grabs your waist and pulls you back onto his thick spike roughly, earning a lingering moan to leave you, only for it to grow further as he sets a slow and brutal pace against you, pressing firmly against your aft repeatedly with a sharp clang. Your frame rocks violently back and forth, your servos keeping you balanced as he uses you to his pleasure.

Every bump and ridge along his thick length tugs at your inner walls, ceiling node pulses with need as you vent heavily through eager moans. Optimus tugs at the leash again, forcing your back to arch against his thrusts as he hangs over your shoulder, heat radiating from his dark metal.

"You crave for this, every pain I give, every frag, you love it." He grunts solidly between thrusts.

"Y-yes, my lord." You manage to say between thrusts.

"Such a slut, needy whore, willing to let her lord do as he desires."

"Only for you!"

"Yes, all for me."

Suddenly, he fists into the leash, pulling you back all the way until your back is pressed against his heaving charris and thrusts into you with need, rutting firmly and choking you a little as he holds a firm controlling grip against you.

The pleasure mixes in with the pain, hungry moans continue to leave you, and all you can do is hold onto something and let him do it, accepting every brutal thrust he delivers while you listen into his feral grunts against your audio over again.

Your overload threatens to erupt, and he wasn't too far off either. Good. Optimus presses you down firmly onto the berth, pinning you and pumping his trans fluids deeply in your valve, thick ropes soaking through and filling your chamber within. During his grinding that is your cue to let go and you don't hold back anymore, overloading around his twitching spike, sensitive node burning with greed as you both calm down through your heated overloads together.

You're sore, tired, but it was a damn good overload, and you love the feeling of him filling you over again.

Optimus sits on the berth and pulls you into his lap then, having you straddle him as his servos roam gently over your frame and up to your neck, fiddling with the collar you had tightened on your.

When you feel the collar loosen and fall you gaze into your lover's optics, a poisonous smile creeping onto your lips as you lift your servos to caress his cheek platings tenderly.

"My lord, my king, that was fantastic." You purr in delight, leaning forward to kiss him after he retracted his mouth guard.

Optimus lets out a moan against your lips and grins softly as you break from the kiss. "My beautiful endura, my queen, you always keep me satisfied."

"I would burn worlds for you." And you weren't kidding. Everyone knew just how dark and cruel Optimus is, but you were just as corrupted. You loved the pain he inflicted on you, giving him what he desired and doing anything he asked. You two were perfect for each other.

"It pleases me to hear you say that." Optimus praises before taking your chin between his digits. "Now darling, it's your turn. What game would you like to play now?"

It doesn't take long for you to decide. "How about we go play with our prisoner?" You knew this is something he wanted as well, something you both did. Optimus lets out a heavy low chuckle of delight.

"That sounds like fun. Let's not keep him waiting anymore."

Wrapped in your king's arms, you both head towards the cells, where your most recent capture hanged in chains. You've always wanted to play with Megatron, and having your king join is going to make it all so perfect.

[fangswbenefits]

Cute concept! Miguel’s kissing SGs face gently after she took his entire cock for the first time, gently wiping away her tears as he whispered sweet praises in her ear. SG smiles at Miguel before looking down with her eyes so wide Miguel swears they nearly fell out of her skull. He follows where her eyes are looking and there he sees it

On sweet girls stomach there’s an outline of Miguel’s cock, just visible enough for Miguel’s dick to twitch at the sight of it. Almost as if he’s in a trance Miguel gently grazes his finger over it and SG let’s out a soft gasp, clenching around him even more

It takes all of Miguel’s strength to not pound in her, to leave her a shaking and moaning mess that babbles nonsense. Oh but this second Sweet girl gives him the go he’s slamming into her so hard the bed frame breaks

THIS IS WILD OMG

[ezu-ez]

SG design dump jumpscare

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ROBBY AND MO STILL HAVE SLEEVES TOO IN THIS BTW I NEED TO DESIGN THEM BUT SOPHIA IS STILL ALIVE HERFE

Twitch is gonna get more added to her design later aswell uhhhh

IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN ALL THIS IN ONE POST SO I THINK I'LL LEAVE THESE WITHOUT CONTEXT but Croft is really sweet and mandroid is just a tired dad.. twitch is a bundle of rage and thats in a nutshell, i'm still working on thrash wsdsljdjf

[demonstars]

Whats spreen saying

nothing specially mean he just talked about how it was very bugged and while I was revising this specific assigment I got reminded of how the organizers were pressured by twitch to do the event before the next season of sg goes live And made myself mad for two seconds

[whatudottu]

Color scheme ideas for SG Twitch in Electric Souls' sixth and last chapter? Some description is required...

Other SG terrans', trying to avoid big overlap;

Thrash — Black and gold with canon Twitch's eye and chest light color. Maybe silverish base?

Twitch — No idea. I briefly considered TFP Soundwave-y colors, but in hindsight that propably wouldn't look good. It's hard to come up with shades of blue that don't look gross....

Nightshade — Brass with red eyes. Gold-ish secondary. Not sure about base color.

Hashtag — Military green with yellow visor and eyes. Not sure if the base color changes or not.

Jawbreaker — No idea either.

(Also, Jawbreaker's colors.... he won't appear in Electric Souls because he'll be born later, but still.... He's an edgy punk child)

I decided to try and visualise this since I already had my program open:

Tada! Your colour ideas (at least i hope you meant those colours) up top for Thrash, Nightshade, and Hashtag, as well as my attempt at giving Twitch and Jawbreaker some colours. Hopefully the visuals work but then again there's room to miss the mark-

Looking at base terrans, they kinda have two different 'skin' (what I'm assuming you called base) tones, either silverish or greeny-blue though I suppose I might not have gone to extremes here. Gave Hashtag her original base colour give or take but I tried to give Nightshade a greeny tone for their base, kinda taking the brass and turning to copper rust for inspiration. It looks fine on my screen at least, but do give your thoughts.

Seeing as how you got gold for Thrash (kinda yellowish here), brass for Nightshade (something orangey), and military green for Hashtag (which lends to being a more yellowy green), I thought maybe Twitch and Jawbreaker would be on the opposite end of the colour wheel in the blues, purples, and magentas, so I tried it out. You said you were initially going for Soundwave-ish kinda colours for Twitch but thought the blue sucked, so I kinda made it a much lighter blue? Going off of SG Jawbreaker's punk vibe according to this ask I thought a dark purple would do well, the pink horns maybe giving punk idk I thought it would look cool as a bright pop of colour and since it's punk not goth you said bright pink horns (and bright blue-green optics) could look punky without stepping on Thrash's toes in the black paint department.

I also looked at optic colour variation even if technically canon Thrash and Hashtag both have blue optics, so including the bright blue-green cyan of Jawbreaker's eyes, I gave Twitch some lilac coloured optics to once again contrast with the three terran optic colours you've already provided.

[transingthoseformers]

SG Earthspark: A terran kills Schloder in the season 1 finale

This makes me wonder if it was, say, Twitch

[micah-pl]

✨💜✨ ALL OF THE POLLS CAN HE FOUND HERE ✨💜✨

MTMTE Rodimus vs TFP Soundwave

IDW Soundwave vs TFP Optimus

IDW Perceptor vs IDW Drift

IDW Brainstorm vs IDW Wing

Cyberverse Soundwave vs MTMTE Skids

G1 Bumblebee vs Cyberverse Perceptor

MTMTE Riptide vs Wheeljack

Jazz vs Sideswipe

Thundercracker vs IDW Tarantulas

TFA Starscream vs TFA Optimus

RB Blades vs TFP Breakdown

Cyberverse Deadend vs Cyberverse Astrotrain

G1 Hook vs G1 Mixmaster

MTMTE Whirl vs Sunstreaker

IDW Starscream vs Ratchet

IDW Knockout vs TFP Bulkhead

IDW Thunderclash vs G1 Wheeljack

IDW Tarn vs MTMTE Rung

IDW Kaon vs IDW Nightbeat

IDW First Aid vs G1 First Aid

ES Thrash vs RB Chase

IDW Ratchet vs G1 Powerglide

SG Skyfire vs G1 Ratchet

G1 Starscream vs TFP Dreadwing

IDW Ambulon vs Cyberverse Clobber

Armada Starscream vs ES Hashtag

TFP Bumblebee vs Cyberverse Ratchet

Cyberverse Whirl vs Bayverse Hot Rod

MTMTE Rewind vs MTMTE Cyclonus

MTMTE Chromedome vs MTMTE Tailgate

G1 Ravage vs G1 Skylynx

MTMTE Minimus Ambus vs Cyberverse Thundercracker

Cyberverse Cheetor vs TFP Smokescreen

IDW 2005 Ravage vs MTMTE Fulcrum

IDW Sunder vs Lord Imperious Delirious

RB High Tide vs RB Boulder

ES Nightshade vs TFRB Blurr

MTMTE Swerwe vs Cyberverse Shadow Striker

IDW Elita-1 vs TFA Shockwave

Bumblebee from his movie vs IDW Wingblade

TFP Shockwave vs ES Megatron

RBA Medix vs RBA Whirl

ES Twitch vs TFA Blitzwing

[supertrainstationh]

TWITCH VOD: I play Nintendo's Only Space shooter! :D

A number of years ago, I encountered a loose cartridge in a display case at a pawn shop for a Game Boy game called "SolarStriker", that I never heard of.

Even with nothing but the cartridge art to go off of, everything about the game struck me as being, as I thought in that moment, "charmingly generic".

And without bothering to look up anything else about the game, or even testing it to see if it worked, it sat in my shoebox full of loose GameBoy cartridges for five years, always on the fringes of my attention as that "charmingly generic" looking cartridge I got at the pawn shop that I was bound to love whenever I got to playing it. Someday.

Then, by accident, I ended up stumbling across the fact that SolarStriker was a R&D1 codeveloped title with Gunpei Yokoi involved, and the only shooter of this type to be developed and published within Nintendo, unless other examples can be suggested.

I finally demonstrated it on my show recently and pulled up some period era literature about the game.

For someone like me who genuinely likes 'sensory deprivation' games like, "Space Slalom" on Sega SG 1000, "NES Pinball" and "Alleyway", "SolarStriker" is a comparative AV extravaganza, and a title that fits in that early Game Boy era where Nintendo seemed unsure of how ambitious they wanted to get with Game Boy and whether or not this was just a supercharged Game & Watch with cartridges.

I wonder if it's co-development by Inakuchi Engineering lead to some sort of copyright problems where Nintendo wasn't free to re-issue the game digitally, as from what I've seen, this game's official availability is exclusive to its original print run.

It has cool music and progressive theming with the stage backgrounds, but its also the sort of title that even "retro games" would likely find to be a snooze fest.

Game Boy was the first Nintendo system I owned in the 90's, even prior to the release of Game Boy Pocket, and I've considered myself especially interested in its early history.

For "SolarStriker" to have slipped by me all these decades, to the point where I specifically added the title to my collection, all while I had no idea of its (minor) significance, was eye-opening indeed.

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