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capture [megatron, cybertronian!reader]

hi! so sorry for the lack of activity, been super busy getting ready for finals! wanted to post something though, so heres a small draft i started a while ago to try and write more gore/angst stuff, trying to push myself a bit more :) might not be the best thing ive written, but i think its alright enough to post - lmk if you want a part 2!

warnings: blood, gore, torture, death word count: 1.1k (GN, cybertronian!reader) continued under the cut

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The soft creaking of chains is the only sound that fills the barren room. You hang your helm, energon loss and a weary processor debilitating you, limbs heavy with thoughts clouded by fatigue. Lidded optics gaze down to the drying spilled fuel that covered both the floor and your frame. You take a ragged in-vent and close your optics, trying desperately to keep yourself from shaking.

Don’t make them think you’re weak. The others just need a little more time.

A faint mechanical fwoosh greets your audials, and a soft purple light is cast through the open door for a brief moment before being blocked out by a large, spiked shadow. You don’t even make an attempt to look up as heavy footsteps, followed by a lighter pair, make their way to the center of the room where you hang. The chains that secure your arms above you chime against one another as you shift, grimacing at the twinge under your shoulder plating.

“How is our prisoner today, Knockout?”

The cherry red medic slowly waves a scanner over your frame, clear disgust setting onto his faceplates at your state - or more so the state of your finish, ever the most important thing on his processor. Your gaze narrows at the mech while he waits for the scan to process. You had never known of a cybertronian who could be so unapologetically self-absorbed.

Knockout hums and skims over the data pad, tone annoyingly peppy when he answers, “Besides some minor energon loss, I believe they’re capable of taking another session or two before their… expiration, my liege.”

“Good.” Megatron replies lowly, “You’re dismissed.”

As soon as you hear the door close, sharp digits grab your chin. The servo lifts your helm so that you look straight into the warlords blazing red optics. “You only have so much time before my patience runs thin, Autobot.” he threatens, “Where is your base?”

You return his gaze with steeled optics, “Doesn’ matter how many times you beat me,” your voice is littered with faint static as you speak, “‘m never tellin’ you.” Megatron glares at you, opening his intake to disregard your words; but before he can speak you raise your helm and spit at him, a small glob of energon splattering onto his chassis. His optics widen, a hilarious mix of disgust and anger shaping his features - in any other situation, you would’ve laughed.

His narrow optics flit to you before raising a digit and swiping the blue substance from his frame. He flicks it away, and your vision suddenly spins when his fist slams into the side of your helm. Your frame shudders and you grit your denta, trying to let the sharp pain roll off you.

“If you’d like to play dirty,” Megatron snarls into your audial, “then I would be more than happy to accommodate.”

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Energon drips from your intake. You feel as if you had been thrown into a spiked pit, scratches and dents littering your frame. Megatron circles you, running a clawed digit along your form. The sound of screeching metal-on-metal makes you cringe, and you try to ignore the flaring pain it leaves in its wake over your already battered plating.

He drops his servo from your frame, moving in front of you to raise your helm once more. He says nothing, only glaring. You return his gaze, exhaustion clear, but he doesn’t miss the glint of challenge in your optics. Megatron isn’t an idiot - he knows your type, and he knows you meant what you said.

The warlord snarls, “If you refuse to tell me the location of your base,” he raises his servo. “Then I will at least take the opportunity to thin your ranks!” Panic floods you right before he swings down, claws ripping through your chassis; bright, blue energon splattering onto both of your frames.

You wail - hot, white pain overtaking your thoughts. You thrash and kick out, sending Megatron stumbling away from you - but all of your attention is locked onto the excruciating pain taking hold of your body. Optics blown wide, you can’t help but stare as energon spills from the four, deep gashes carved into your chassis.

You barely feel his servo grab your helm and violently shove it upwards, trying to force the last of your attention on him.

“You should have taken your chance.” He sneers, sharp denta glinting as his gaze bore into yours.

You can’t look back. Not with any real meaning behind it. The only thing you can process is the pure, unfiltered agony taking over your frame. It was spark-splitting, and you can do nothing but wallow in it as Megatron makes his way towards the exit; leaving you heaving as you bleed onto the floor from the chains that suspend you.

Not moments later, you feel the ship rumble. Blaster fire can be heard behind the door, and you feel a sliver of hope grow in your spark. Even if they can’t save you, at least you won’t spend your last moments alone on a Decepticon warship. However an explosion jolts your frame, twisting you at a particularly painful angle; you cry out, venting labored as you try to re-focus on the sounds outside - anything but lingering on the torment of your wounds.

The gunfire dies down, and you hear a shout. Their voice wasn’t familiar, but you didn’t particularly care at this point - as long as you were given a chance at escape, you couldn’t give less of a scrap about what faction, or lack of, the bot saving you aligned with.

The door slides open. With strained effort, you lift your helm just enough to see who it is. You tense up in apprehension - this isn’t anyone you know. They were slightly blurred to you, but from what you can make out their frame is silver and blue with two red stripes on the top of their helm, and comparatively smaller than most of your comrades. Whoever it is, they seem to freeze as soon as they lay their optics on your mangled, energon covered form.

You probably looked dead.

The bot runs out, and for a moment fear seizes you at the prospect that they thought you were already gone, and decided that a sparkless Autobot wasn’t worth their while. You try to call out, but you only irritate your wounds - your chassis throbs as your voice fizzles out into static. All you can manage is a whine as you curl in on yourself; only managing to lift your knees a few inches upwards.

Your venting stutters. Tears well up in your optics. Your frame begins to shake. 

You were going to die here.

[ellie-makes-mbs]

name moodboard for “kodi” for anonymous

[ferdoart]

Your art style is insanely good dude. So shapes <33333. The Vampire Fiddlestan thing looks AWESOME >:D

I would be very curious to see Fiddlestan during Fidd’s cult leader era…!

He is so toxic 😭✨

I need to color more 😩

[ohno-wallace]

Sherlock & Co. fan art because we need more.

Please darling please listen to this podcast <3

[fivefootoh-andtrains]

Babymas? Maybe with their baby aces? (For the prompt request)

I've been thinking of snow since I live in a place that's too hot for it.

[pilkypills]

"Shall I tell you who killed me?"

"You're supposed to be dead, Thorin. Go away."

[800db-cloud]

i’ve been wanting to do this since day one

[dorkicon]

well. i dont have much. but i do have a quintesson team up au that lives in my head. that has to count for something right.

[eggplantgifs]

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[gotchibam]

Vaporeon, Sylveon, and Jolteon ko-fi doodle for Kaitlyn!

I'm accepting pokemon ko-fi doodle requests here! ✨

[scribz-ag24]

more pmd rare pairs (mostly pmd2)

team charm lopunny/team awd weavile

dialga/dusknoir

murkrow/shuppet (team ebony)

the two porygons from se5

jirachi/mawile from psmd

[ellie-makes-mbs]

name moodboard for “emily” for anonymous

[tgtbata]

unionize

[zeldalizzy]

Elsa, Anna, and Four!! It is actually a miracle I got this one done lol; as you can imagine, life has been pretty hectic! I had a lot of fun doing Anna and Elsa's outfits, and I choose to portray them after the first movie, because (hot take) I didn't like the ending of the second movie 😅 Also, I think their original outfits are more recognizable and more fun to do 😁

I think Four would get along great with Anna and Elsa; not only do they personify teamwork and learning to love people who are different from you, which is very important to Four, but I imagine they would also treat him like a little brother and accept him quickly. Furthermore, Elsa would understand him and give him advice regarding his secret of the true power of the Four Sword. And in regards to Anna, her childlike, energetic personality would probably remind Four a lot of both his Zelda and of the Minish.

Anna is extremely welcoming and her contagious smile would probably cheer up Four, and I imagine that he sees semblances of Elsa and Anna's personality traits in himself (Vio like Elsa and Red like Anna). I also think that they would be understanding regarding all the trials he went through during his adventures, and Four would love having two honorary big sisters!! I hope you all like it!! 🩵🩵🩵

[fantasy-girl974]

A selfish request...

This is more a concept idea I have for another story that is supposed to take place far later after the comics I'm working on.

I just couldn't resist to draw something for it 🫣 (the good news is I already wrote down the story 👀)

*Goes back to work on my comics sleepily*

[dailyhouse]

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