#thinking dot and Megatron

[raileurta]

I wonder if transformers ever yern for humans to be in their Earth alt modes. The vehicles are quite literally designed for humans to ride in. I want to put it in better words.

But just it must feel nice right? Their alt modes are essentially part of who they are. Human vehicles are not alive no soul just pure purpose. They are meant to be driven and take people places, nothing less nothing more. Yes of course there's nuance and different purposes for more specialized vehicles but still. When a Cybertronian takes over that form of pure technological purpose do they crave the simple satisfaction of doing what the vehicle was meant to? It could be very relaxing for a bot just to shut off their brain and let their human drive them. To feel the weight of the human in the driver's seat, the belt strapped against their beating chest, the gentle hands that guide the controls, the thing you love and want to protect safely nested inside of you.

Just the simple joy of it.

[nickyrat]

i love her so much

[transingthoseformers]

Headcannon: Seekers sleep on their front because their wings are super freaking sensitive and lying down on them (without a comfy nest) is very uncomfortable.

TFO: Megatron, stilll getting used to the high guard/his new Decepticons, finding Starscream and several other seekers lying face down on the floor and assumes they’ve succumbed to Energon starvation (a common fate of miners)

TFE: Dorothy Malto walks out of her front door to find Starscream, Skywarp and Novastorm faceplanted in her lawn, with various Terrans tucked under their wings.

TFP: Starscream asleep in medbay while Knockout keeps having to edge around his wings (his wings are huge. They’re 80% of his stature. Him flopped face down with those things would look hilarious).

CBV: Teletran X has assumed Starscream is ill or dying. This does not end well.

IDW: Marissa does not know why Thunderscracker isn’t moving and is assuming the worst.

I will be honest I saw this and it immediately made me think about all nine of the kids just laying in the yard face down and giggling

Hmmm but I see that tfone idea and angst...

[jyrinestories08]

What i like about transformers earthspark (and i also heard that transformers: rescue bots also has this idea) is that they give original transformer bot characters a human companion instead of giving an already existing character from the previous iterations a human companion

[thegrinningghost]

“Decepticons are only bad if they choose to be.”

. . .

“I take no orders from you, I am an Autobot now!”

[cluescorner]

On my Earthspark wishlist is: Dot wielding Megatron in his gun-alt mode. Because I find the gun alt-mode fascinating because of what it can be used to portray and Megatron letting the person he trusts most wield him would rule. It's like the ultimate trust exercise. He's putting the power of destruction that he once misused into her hands and trusting her to only pull the trigger when it's needing. Meanwhile, Dot gets to be an action hero and demonstrate that she IS worthy of the trust Megatron has placed in her. We'd also get to see them interact a lot in interesting ways. How does Megatron react to this alt-mode and the fact that he has become a tool of destruction again after previously being a transport vehicle? Dorothy is comfortable wielding a gun, but how does the fact that she is literally holding her best friend in her hands affect the experience? Do they have some sort of psychic link while it's happening or is Dot just trusting that Megatron is ok with everything happening and Megatron trusting that Dot would know what he wants to do in a given situation?

Plus they would fuck shit up together and that would also rule.

[krockdove]

earthspark official guidebook says the final battle took place 15 years ago (the Battle of the Bay, right?) and that Dorothy and Megatron first met. She was helping wounded Decepticons and Megatron was impressed with her. Then it says in the same battle, Dorothy lost her leg and Megatron took her to Optimus for treatment. Does that mean.......

Megatron was captured himself to save Dorothy????

That's why that battle was the "final" battle, because the decepticon leader was taken prisoner so war was oficially over?????

(the Space Bridge Battle was definitly after that.......omg...)

.....if so, it makes sense Dot doesn't like Optimus that much, she wouldn't be happy about he taking advantage of the favor Megatron gave her in such a way – even though he had to do.

She was likely unconscious when she was injured, Megatron had no choice because he didn't know how to help human.

and Optimus probably didn't tell her Megatron saved her life while she was recovering. He had to suspect Megatron's true intentions and couldn't let her get caught up in it, but I can also see Dorothy was very upset when she found out.

It would have taken no time at all for her to get to Megatron's cell in her wheelchair while he was trying to come up with a rational explanation for why he saved a human soldier and was captured.

[lovelytayforce]

The Amusing Novelty Of Photography - Chapter 2: Rush of Rain

Dot found herself moving before she could think her plan through. She pulled herself up and dashed upwards on what felt similar to the steepest hill she had ever hiked up! Her Ion blaster dangled and swung wildly at her side until she took it into her hand and didn’t hesitate to warm it up. “Megatron,” It was scorching, even the mist below that formed between their firepower seemed to slowly turn into a sauna between two hot-blooded machines. “I need you to trust me and move to the left.” She could almost hear his audible “What?” echo from below in her earpiece. Her brown eyes shimmered in the direct beam of the sun as she watched Starscream’s signature null ray attempt to outshine their own planet’s star above before she took a shot at Soundwave’s head. “Just trust me.” There was no moment of hesitation in those harsh few seconds as the smoke of her overworked blaster was blown to the wayside as Megatron made a feign of attack before backing away. Before the null ray could even flash their way, Soundwave’s optics met her eyes. It was strange being seen by him, noticed to the point of looking between each other’s souls. She could see even with his visor there was nothing there but unbridled rage, hurt, and something so recognizably human, that it almost pained her to keep gazing into them. Wistfulness. Her finger clicked on the trigger and she silently wondered what he witnessed within her eyes. Did he also feel as if they had connected, or was he too blinded by his pain to see who and what she was. ‘Because I saw the living being that you are…’ Dot thought. ‘Dr. Meridian was wrong…’ The shot missed his head by mere seconds, and the null ray caused a huge explosion of water and electronics in the area to spring to life only to stop in a frozen state. Dot stood up, never looking away from the blue mech as Megatron looked back up into the sky, putting the dots together for the eventual assassination attempt. “Which means you can’t use your signature move.” It was a risky but smart plan if Megatron had been alone, nullifying them all on equal terms with a two-on-one. The failure of their plan rained upon them. The sound that was usually comforting was eerie around the anger-induced smoke that spilled from Soundwave’s vents. Despite that, he kept pushing his frame to make noise even if it rattled his frame painfully as he kept staring holes into her person. Megatron for once, did not exist in his peripheral vision. It was just Dot and Soundwave. Her hands shook as she watched him, no one seemed to know what to do. It all depended on how he reacted. Through rain and smoke, Soundwave lifted his right servo, his sharp digits pointed toward her and she could see the shine of Megatron’s bright red optics reflected in the metal of them. They were in the form of a gun. Skywarp teleported in shortly and that was when Megatron moved. The sound of jet engines blasting off in the distance was loud. Soundwave made a gesture of shooting her with that servo of his and before Megatron could properly shoot at them. They disappeared. The rain stopped. And all the soldiers' guns slowly fell to the wayside to cool off for the day. Okay, cool,

And like that

We really mean it this time

I guarantee another era is upon us

~ Link for the full story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52059640/chapters/131659042

[txfeline720]

Do you ever read fanfiction, and find certain scenes that make you go, "I need Fanart for this."

[bluecookiesabi]

I ASSEMBLED. A BOY!

[transingthoseformers]

Cybertronians not understanding why Humans sleep under blankets for reasons other than our poor thermoregulation abilities, and deciding to recharge under a tarp to understand how it feels.

The moment they are under the blanket and the Warm/Cosy/safe feeling kicks in: Oh

This is considered a miracle among this entire species of traumatised war veterans. Especially by Rung, who has to deal with said traumatised war veterans. None of them have slept this well in Eons.

——

ES!Megatron tried it once (Dorothy’s recommendation) and for once he’s not plagued by nightmares of his past. He’s never sleeping without a blanket again.

TFA Optimus slept through everyone’s alarms, even Sari’s. No one can bring themselves to wake him up he’s never looked so relaxed.

TFP/ES/IDW Starscream are not going to admit the blanket helps. But it… it really does.

TFP Bumblebee accidentally burrito-ed himself, but it feels so nice he really can’t complain.

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Awwww yes

I've thought about this so much

[yuukirita]

Sight part 3 (final)

A few hours into the night, BabyBee was given a space in the barn. He made the hay into a sort of berth like shape… sure he usually just slept on Optimus’s shoulder, but he could sleep anywhere if he tried. 

He was kind of glad he was left on his own for a bit. Especially when his Optimus Called again.

The portal wasn’t ready yet, Bee wasn’t just on another Cybertron this time, he was on a whole other planet, a bit harder to pin down. He was just checking up on him, making sure he was fine, again. They told each other good night. 

“Tell Elita-One good night for me… and that I miss her.” 

Bee could hear the smirk from Optimus “She heard you.”

BabyBee smiled as the call ended.

“em…” 

He jumped and turned around to see Megatron awkwardly standing there. BabyBee relaxed “You’re pretty sneaky for a plane, Megsy.” He talked like he was a friend. Because it felt good to call *a* Megatron friend.

“Yes, I have been told that one before. May I?” He gestured to BabyBee’s little corner. Bee nodded, allowing him to sit down with him in the cramped space. “How are you doing, young one?” 

BabyBee casually started climbing Megsy, having seen his shoulder as free real estate. “I’m good. Everyone here is super nice! Fluffy-ears is very cute!” Megatron helps him hop up to his shoulder, BabyBee makes himself at home and just rolls up in the crook of his neck. “I just got a call from my Optimus, it’s going to take a little bit before I can leave.” 

“How long does it usually take?” Megs didn’t think it’d been that long since BabyBee arrived- but maybe that was because he wanted him to hang around for longer.

“Like… a few hours?” 

Oh that wasn’t long- wait. “And how many times have you… visited other realities, young one?” 

Bee counted on his fingers- it had been a few… but he didn’t keep count. He shrugged. 

Megsy apparently didn’t like that answer and frowned. Then he silently took something from his subspace and put it on Bee’s back. It felt cool in a good way, Bee felt himself relax. 

“What’s that?” 

“An energon patch… It’s just occurred to me that you might not have had time to recharge properly since your journey began.” He explained as he rubbed small gentle circles over the patch, giving BabyBee soothing rubs. 

“oooh…” He yawned. “Thanks. I always forget to do that…” he felt himself falling into stasis “Can you stay here?” He asked Megsy “I dun wanna be alone…” 

“Of course, young one. Rest well.” Megsy said with a smile. Feeling privileged to be able to be the sparklings resting space. Meaning that he felt safe with him enough to do so.

He took so many pictures- Dot’s phone blew up all night with messages of him freaking out about how cute and precious this sparkling was. Using enough emojis to put Optimus to shame. 

During the night- most of the Transformers had huddled up in the barn… totally not to just stare at the sparkling. 

Morning came and Mo opened the barn to get Twitch and Trash- seeing all the Transformers together “Did you guys have a slumber party without us??? Outrageous.” 

BabyBee was given another energon patch- He really needed it. They hung out a little bit more, the human kids giving BabyBee some stickers to put on himself. They played some more before the humans had to go to work or school- Leaving the Transformers to themselves. 

BabyBee received a call soon after, telling him a new portal was soon to appear. BabyBee said good bye to fluffy-ears and told everyone he hoped he’d see them again… maybe on purpose next time. Cuz these guys were really nice! And… And maybe he wanted to keep seeing a version of the world where Optimus and Megatron and Elita-One became friends again… to give hope that his own could do it as well. 

The portal appeared. Optimus wished him safe travels and a quick return home. Elita-One gave him a firm nod, he nodded back. He gave Megatron a hug and left with a smile on his face. 

Where will he land this time? 

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So... Multiverse adventures. Everyone enjoyed that? mhm? Just a tiny sweet fic to satiate y'all while I'm out of the country while I don't have access to the internet. Hope yall liked it. C:

[revelboo]

Would it be ok to request another valentine's one shot (can be spicy or fluff)? I dumped a guy a few weeks ago and I'd love to read more about mechs and valentines day 🫶🫶 Maybe ES/Prime Bumblebee or Jazz? Or any mech that's more into human culture could be cute.

Sure!

Valentines Oneshot-Bumblebee

Earthspark Bumblebee x Reader

• “And I appreciate the offer, but I think I’ve got this,” Bumblebee says, smiling to take the sting out of the rejection as he holds up his hands. Besides, he remembers the Malto family’s attempt to help Megatron plan an outing with his human and Robbie’s date. “Um, Dot, please don’t tell Alex.” Because the last thing he needs is her spouse deciding to help him. And the woman just arches her brows at him, shaking her head. Would really love for her to say the words. To make it clear she’s not going to let slip his plans to her husband, but she’s heading into the house leaving him standing there.

• Head lifting at the sound of your car pulling into the driveway, it’s stupid to resent your car. But he still does. Has thought more than once about something destroying it or if it mysteriously gets stolen. He could drive you anywhere you needed to go. Keep you tucked safe inside him instead of in that death trap. Because, really, if that car just disappeared he’d be doing you a favor, right? Spark warming when you park and slide out, you offer him a little smile and he lifts a hand.

• “Someone’s all shiny today,” you tease as you walk over and his smile becomes sheepish. Wait, did he wax his paint just for you? Unsure what that might mean, you self consciously tuck your hair behind an ear as he kneels and offers his hands. Not grabbing you, but giving you the option to let him pick you up. And there’s no hesitation, stepping closer and putting yourself into his care. Those warm servos cradling you as he stands with you and holds you tucked against his chassis then walks out past the barn and into the woods.

• “This okay? Just us?” He asks as you lay a warm palm against him, head tipping back as the sun through the leaves dapples you and you look half unreal. “Anywhere you want to go?” Carrying you to the stream he’d found out in the woods feels so inadequate suddenly. It’d been so pretty when he’d found it, had immediately thought of sharing it with you, but maybe he should have let Dot help him. Give him advice on courting humans. Because he’s sure he’s messing up. Boring you.

• Inhaling as he breaks through the trees, you hear the water before you see it glittering in the sun. And it’s idyllic here, birds singing hidden in the branches. Quiet away from the noise and chaos of the Malto kids even though you adore them. “It’s beautiful out here,” you breathe, patting your hand urgently on him when you see some deer. ‘Yeah,’ he agrees. ‘Beautiful.’ And you realize when you look up that’s he’s just staring at you. Saying you’re beautiful as everything shifts between you, and you’re warming at the feel of those blue optics watching you. Aware of him in a way you’d never been before.

[jweekgoji]

I just read your d-16 obsessed with famous reader and was kind of curious to think about what he would do when he became megatron like almost yandere obsessive

anyways… ily!!

Yandere!Megatron/Idol!Reader [TFO]

tw: yandere themes, obsession, possesive thoughts. word count: ~1,7k additional: gender-neutral!reader, ex-racer!reader, decepticon!reader. a/n: I did something similar before, you can read here if you want. however I would focus on different scenario here and mostly on exploring dynamic through inner feelings (if that makes sense). i think i wrote about more violent Megs before, so i wanted to write a bit softy one.

Pretty little thing.

Always on a pedestal, standing at the centre of attention, you rarely had to think about any problems. You were always surrounded by someone who would surely worry about it and solve everything at the flick of your wrist. The only thing that was needed was to just innocently clap your optics and enlighten the rest of the crowd with your beauty.

It's hard not to get used to it.

From the moment he saw you, you were amazing. No, perfect.

It seemed like every time he watched you from afar, he was looking at the brightest star in far, far away space. No matter how far away he stood, you always shined brightest for him.

Surrounded by a crowd of fans that never gave you a moment's peace, like satellites, you always stood out in the crowd. Everything in this tiny, cramped world revolved around you.

There was nothing in D-16 that could ever catch your attention, if only for a second.

And yet, he was happy. Never having seen the real beauty of the outside world, deprived of freedom since birth, at some point you always made him feel surrounded in a field of stars.

If it was safe on the surface of Cybertron again, he would surely spend cycles watching the vast sky dotted with colourful, bright lights.

‘It's not the right place for you to be,’ he would remind you every time he gets the chance of.

Away from Iacon, albeit rotten in the filth that was left behind by Sentinel the false Prime, he couldn't deny that there, you would be much safer.

Away from Iacon, you were lost. You never seemed to belong in the company of the former High Guard. Being silver spoon fed since the moment of your creation made you more naive and so painfully obvious to everyone around. It is a miracle, that there were still someone who looked after you, even though your silly little title doesn't mean here anything anymore.

He must have hated you, you would have thought. Unlike all those who joined the Decepticon resistance, everyone here was united in their hatred for the former reign of long-abandoned leader of the Iacon. Numerous attempts to hunt down, then exterminate every last one of them, only to hide the truth will forever be remembered by those whom Sentinel Prime deemed a threat to his rule.

In turn, what really united you with the idea of the Decepticons?

Did you feel as if you had been betrayed? Were born into this world only to exist meaninglessly in the depths of of your home planet, furnished for a slow, faithless death?

Something in Megatron's gaze drew you in. It was hard to tell if it was that bloodthirsty determination to free your city from the captivity of tyranny, or that look of despair and bitterness as the newly elected Prime banished him from his own city?

Either way, you followed him that day, much to the surprise of the Decepticon leader himself.

You glanced in Megatron's direction. Battered, like a wounded dog he was clenching his teeth and sitting on an equally time-worn throne. The silver frame was dotted with many scratches and dents, and the distinguished cannon still emitted a faint hint of smoke after being sliced in half.

The three members of the High Guard always stayed close by, but it seemed that no matter how hard they tried, their words always passed by Megatron's audials, that he didn't even have the slightest desire to cast his gaze at one of them.

“We can't waste time just because you're unable to move on from the last confrontation,” Starscream hissed demandingly, red optics fixed on the seated leader beside him. “We have a chance to mount a surprise attack until they secure their position in Iacon.”

The quiet scraping of metal against hard surface barely passes your optics. Fingers dig firmly into the armrests of the throne, at the mere talk about the recent defeat.

“Makes no sense. All focus should be on finding a suitable base for the Decepticons,’ Soundwave reminds, taking a single step forward towards the jet. Now, Starscream's gaze in Megatron's direction is blocked.

“So why haven't you started on this yet?” comes another, counter question. Stepping forward to meet the officer, the former leader of the guard gives his colleague only a sceptical, stern look.

“I'm working on it,” is the simple answer, not uncommon from the Decepticon's lips hidden behind the mask.

Starscream pinches himself on the bridge of his nose, closing his optics for a fleeting moment. This is what he gets after cycles of loyal service to the Primes. Total disobedience, and their new leader is hardly battle-hardened, spending twenty-four hours wasted in a pathetic attempt to soothe the yearning spark. To believe it, and this is the brat he lost to?

“Then get on it quick!” the red and white mech clucks his tongue, after which, casts a sharp glance in Megatron's direction. “If we can't keep fighting, what was the point of all this in the first place?”

Such an arrogant, son of a glitch. Doesn't know when it's the right time to shut up. That hit only deeper, after everything that happened for the past cycles. The constant whining and demands do nothing to ease his already troubled mind. He lost everything that day, the one and only time when he felt like everything. The bloody red optics darken at the words, and a soft growl escapes from him.

So, you step up.

“Soundwave is right, there will be another time for the attack, but now the top priority is to establish a base,” you raise your voice enough to catch all the decepticons around off guard. “Let our leader sort out his thoughts instead of pressing on him.”

Who could know you can speak up?

The confused sight you received from Starscream worth it in some way. If for all of Iacon you were an idol, loved by many, the old member of the high guard had no idea about you. The majority of the decepticons probably don't know either, you imagine, but does it really matter? The only look you only wanted, was from him.

An invisible, red string of fate always seemed to be tied around your wrist when it came to the unknown, small miner named D-16. After countless days of him following you around, it would be you looking out for him. How funny.

You smile.

Not a fighter, nor even build for any hard work. Your frame is neatly polished, shining pretty in the light. Even though at first of the decepticons glared and watched you with nothing but suspicion and hesitation at first, your bright charisma always let you have your way. Good on cameras, a valuable experience even at war. Somehow, you even made friends with them. You can even remember Slipstream and Thundercracker asking you about your daily polishing routine.

The same, dark red optics always trained on you. He should be glad, at least. Wasn't he concerned about your position in his new rankings? No matter how hard he tries to act so mighty and cruel, the big bad leader of the decepticons, Megatron, is still soft.

Still shy, you can add.

He's taller, stronger. If you easily towered over him, now the silver mech is the one looking down at you. It was odd, for some time. Your alt mode is build for speed, keeping you on the road and easily avoiding any obstacles that might get into the way. But with Megatronus' t-cog now, he's no longer that scrawny mech you were used to.

It must be so confusing to him, but so satisfying. It is no point in trying to hide it. With how tight his servos wrapped around your waist, holding you suffocatingly tight against his own frame. Like you'd run away or disappear if he let go. Funny enough, you'd do exactly the opposite of it.

The last bits of his own comfort in this Primus forgotten place. With you in his arms, he feels safe and loved, even though he doesn't understand what exactly this feeling means for him. He felt like that every time he was with Orion, playing that arcade game over and over, even as a miner, it was enough for him to be satisfied.

Megatron hides his face against your neck, closing his optics. Loved when he's with you. It was never this close until now. As D-16, all he had was glimpses of you on the big screen television, some rare, closed-door nights, when lucky.

He should be happy now, he thinks. No more hiding now, just you and him together. No more of this cursed society that stood in his way. Who would dare to oppose him at this moment? Tell him he has no chances of having you this close, however and whenever he wants it?

If only you just stood still and never moved an inch. He'd put you on the pedestal you deserve to be, so he could be the only one to be graced by your own appearance. A big, nice, glassy box will be good enough to cover you from the outside world, so maybe no Prime would even dare to lay their filthy hands on you.

Your servo gently laid on his back, moving in lazy, soothing circles. Both of you don't have to say a word; it was a comfortable silence between the two. After long, long and tiring days of work, he wants nothing but to rest next to you. Let himself fall in the long deserved recharge, so the constant, painful ache in his processor would be gone.

Such a peaceful sight for you. Having him this close, right in your arms. You would never dare to bother him at such a time. Even if his servos are fully covered in deep pink energon, wouldn't it be easy to just pretend not to notice it? If there's anything you're thankful for from your past career, it is the ability to turn blind optic when it's needed.

If you can't change him, you can definitely make him worse.

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

You do know that fornication with cybertronians, regardless of faction is impossible as they would crush us due to their sheer sieze and weight, right? It would also be considered immoral and beastiality if we are talking about the predacons for example.

Y'know, I was originally just going to dunk on you for unironically using the word Fornicate in the year of our Lord Primus 2025, but this seems to a genuine, good-faith argument you've constructed here and to leave it at a joke would be flippant on my part, and I hold myself to a higher standard than that. So! Allow me to counter these points one by one.

While in reality, yes, the likelihood of death or injury from letting a 20-foot robot that weighs as much as a truck rail you full force would probably be pretty high, the nice thing about fiction and fantasy is that it doesn't really need to be grounded in reality. And even if you can't entirely suspend your disbelief on that level, there are still workarounds.

For example, not every transformer has all the mass of a semi truck. Their sizes have quite a bit more variation than you might be anticipating. Animated Prowl is only like 10 feet tall, 12 tops, and a smaller motorcycle only weighs around 350-400 pounds, which really isn't all that crazy. You look at G1 Rumble and Frenzy, and they're hardly taller than the humans. And then you look at the Beast Wars cast and some of the Maximal are straight up shorter than I am. Rattrap is like 4 foot nothin'.

Now, I know what you're thinking. We certainly do not limit ourselves to lusting over the smaller bots here on cybertron-smash-or-pass dot tumblr dot edu, so what gives? Well, my dear, we've found a reasonable canon excuse to bring the very big very heavy robots down to a more manageable and less hazardous size through the magic of ✨mass displacement✨. Basically, if Soundwave can scale down into an itty bitty cassette player that can easily be picked up like it weighs nothing, there's really no reason a 30-foot robot as heavy as a jet couldn't scale down into a smaller, human-ish-sized robot. They have the technology.

Now say someone doesn't really want to make their fictional robot boyfriend smaller. Maybe the insane overall size is part of the appeal, but they still can't get over the thought of whatever they're packing being way too big to avoid injury. While Cybertronians are typically humanoid, their junk doesn't really have to be in perfect proportion with a human's. No rule that says you can't scale it down enough to fit! But then, maybe they can work with the equipment being comically big, but they can't get over the idea of being crushed. Easy solution, human can't get crushed if they're on top!

Maybe they can't picture the spike fitting at all, and scaling it down just looks a little too silly, but they're still attracted to a big ol' robot. At that point, the best workaround I can give is just sticking with picturing non-penetrative sex. Not like there's only one way to do it, and nobody can stop you from imagining Optimus prime having at it between your thighs, or scissoring with Megatron <3

Now as for whether some of it is immoral, I don't really think banging a Predacon would be wrong? Whether we're talking about the beast wars preds or the tfp preds, they're all treated as adults with human-level intelligence, so they'd be able to give consent, unlike earth animals. Sex with Optimus Primal is really a lot closer to bangin' a guy in a gorilla suit at a costume party than hopping into an actual gorilla enclosure and bending over. While an argument could be made about the tfp predacons being technically very young, and it'd be perfectly valid to be uncomfortable sexualizing them with that in mind, not everyone is going to interpret them as being immature since it seems they start off in that continuity generally having their shit together and knowing enough as to not be easily taken advantage of.

So with all that said, I hope you at least have a clearer picture of how the mind of a robotfucker operates!!

[raileurta]

Is it just me or does every adult in earthspark feel like they're either exes, have a crush on each other, or in some form of polycule?

Look hear me out, first we got Megatron and Optimus. That story has been told a thousand times already and we all know their divorce was just the war.

Next we got soundwave who gives off some serious bitter ex husband vibes. Who now has something with Shockwave over their mutual hurt of Megatron's betrayal.

Megatron and Starscream is a whole another mess of a toxic pile of a relationship. It wouldn't surprise me if there was some hate interfacing involved.

Next we got elita and Optimus. Which yeah that just his wife.

Then things happen (a lot of high en) and the trio of Optimus, elita, & Megatron became a throuple

Dot and Megatron definitely have/had a situationship. Look it was the war and you can obviously tell they care for each other.

Of course there's dot and her husband Alex and his boyfriend bumblebee. Like come in you are not that much of a fanboy and not at least have a crush.

Breakdown and bee are cute boyfriends. They just don't know it yet.

Prowl and Megatron definitely had spared before and it turned into a make out session. The hug they had was just so sweet. ✨

Maybe Dr mandroid and Alex had a thing back when they were friends. The only one I can't think of something for is Wheeljack.