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idwtransformers-vibe · 6 months ago
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Sickly mornings and a story about the Oathbreaker:
TW: implied blood/death
"Well? What are you waiting for?" Laughed the bloodied Lord. "Kill me, and you'll break your oath, paladin. Do not forget that you swore loyalty to me... Under the oath of Crown." His lips curled into a smile.
The young man before him stood there with two swords crossed together with Sentinels throat between them. He held back tears. He wanted to cry and scream at him, yet he couldn't. He didn't want to show any sign of weakness. "I followed your orders..." He started. "I carried out your missions, your wars, your battles... I've arrested so many people who oppose you. Destroyed kingdoms, cities, and villages. All in your name." He gritted his teeth. Never would he have thought that he would be used as a puppet for someone else's schemes.
Hatred swelled in his heart. He wanted nothing more but to make his head role, to toss his body for the wolves to eat. He gripped the handle of the two swords tighter. "And you were a fool to follow-" Out of anger, Prowl raised one of his swords, quickly and harshly bringing it down.
There was the sound of two thuds hitting the ground. He stood over the body, looking at the bow dead king with disgust and hatred. "Sir?..." Trembled one of the maids' voices.
"Fetch a horse and leave this place. There will be no kingdom after everything. And tell the other's the same thing." Prowl ordered.
The maid didn't move. She stared at the body of the Lord she once served.
"Now." Prowl said more sternly. Causing the maid to snap out of her thoughts and hurry off to the others. Leaving him alone to deal with what he is about to become.
He could hear the sound of the guardsmen, actively trying to break down the door. Prowl stood there staring at the door. Waiting for them to come running in.
Prowl jolted awake and quickly sat up. He looked around at his surroundings. He rubbed his face, making sure if he was actually awake. With a sigh of relief. He looked at his spouse for a moment before feeling their forehead. They were still warm, a running fever.
They hadn't been feeling well yesterday. It seems they still weren't doing too well early this morning. He carefully gets up to go into the kitchen to make them some oatmeal, toast, and warm tea.
He thought back to the nightmare he had, or rather a memory. He just pushed the thought aside and continued to put together ingredients for the oatmeal over the fire stove. He could hear the sound of the wind blowing harshly outside. He noticed there were no stars or moon from the window. "Storm must be coming." He mumbled.
He would also hear footsteps coming to the kitchen. "Go back to bed, love." He said without facing them.
"I wanted to see what you're making." Their voice sounded weak and raspy.
"Oatmeal, now, you're taking some medicine and going back to bed." He walked away from the fire stove and pulled a small glass bottle out of the cabinet. "I went foraging yesterday and found some herbs Ratchet said that would help you. Lucky for us, these herbs are quite plentiful where we live." He grabs a spoon and pours some of it onto the spoon.
Prowl walks over to them and holds the spoon near their lips. "Now, take it, it'll help."
His spouse opened their mouth and took the medicine. After swallowing, they gagged. "Ugh... Gods, why is that so... BITTER? That's more bitter than what Ratchet makes. Did you make it?"
"It can't be that bitter." Prowl frowned.
"Then you try it."
They were met with hesitancy. Instead, Prowl closed the bottle and put it back. He went to go check on the oatmeal and stirred it around some. "Now, go back to bed. I'll bring you breakfast when it's ready." They nodded this time and left the kitchen.
In a short amount of time, breakfast was ready. He put some oatmeal in the bowl and toast on a small plate. He placed the two on a tray with a cup of warm tea.
He carried it back to his shared bedroom. His spouse was in a light sleeping state. He set the tray on the bedside table and leaned over them. "Darling." He said softly and gently nudged their shoulder. "Wake up, love. I have your breakfast ready."
They slowly wake up some. "Already?" They mumbled tiredly.
"Mhm. Now, let's sit up." He says. He helps them sit up and gives them the tray. Prowl pushes their hair from their forehead as he wanted to properly feel their temperature again. He clicked his tongue with a sigh. "You're going to be in bed for a few days."
"I can do basic tasks."
"Maybe, but you do not get a choice in this matter." He tone sounded rather authoritative. Moments where he spoke such a tone made his spouse wonder what he was like in his early years. They always hear constant whispers about him in cities and kingdoms. Spoke his name like it was a curse that'll summon him in the dead of night for simply uttering his name. They know his story but never experienced the worst fear he can bring. They only scratched the surface of feeling fear towards him that one evening, but they would never understand of all who opposed him felt.
When they didn't lift their spoon, only stared at him with a curious and tired look, Prowl gently took the spoon from their fingers and lifted it to their lips. "Please eat. This cold storm will get worse, and you need to eat what you can to help you feel better." They opened their mouth and ate the spoonful of oatmeal, then they took the spoon from him tenderly.
This is the side of Prowl that almost no one sees. Loving, caring, still tough with his words, but they aren't brutally harsh like they normally are towards others. He touch was gentle, and his eyes were softer.
His spouse slowly ate. They decided to strike a conversation. "I felt rapid movement from your side of the bed." They mentioned. "Are you alright?"
"Just a bad dream." He said vaguely.
"Was it about your Lord again?" They asked between coughs.
"Hm."
That meant yes, that's what his spouse learned over the years of knowing him, at least.
"You always seem to dream about him at the start of winter. Why is that?"
Prowl takes the spoon from their hand and replaces it with a cup of tea. He wanted them to eat as much as they could and drink as much as they needed. "Well, I dragged him down at the start of winter." He answered nonchalantly.
"You seem to have more to the answer."
"Well, overthrowing a Lord takes a bit of time. At the start of winter, I physically dethroned him." He responded with ease. It's like it didn't even bother him... Maybe because he was jaded at heart, but to his spouse, they thought it would be a sore memory.
"Do you ever regret it?"
"Of course not. I'd do it over again until I mopped his entire bloodline off the face of this world. The fool played games, I know my hands are not clean of the things I've done. But, he made a mistake, I noticed. I, for once, listened to the citizens, I saw what he had done. I saw how he used me, and I saw how my path was about entwine with his... So, I forced him to feel what the people felt under his rule. I forced him to face what the people faced every day. In front of the public." There was an eerie silence in the air, but he didn't seem uncomfortable. "I humiliated him. The people were too afraid to show any excitement as they were afraid of me too. I can't really blame them. My men pulled me away and to the Lord to his chambers to be patched up."
It was interesting... He never really went into depth about what he had done to the Lord that built up to his execution. To hear that was able to physically harm the Lord in public was really telling about either how much people feared Prowl and how the Lord getting a taste of his own medicine was long overdue. Respected isn't the word to use in this scenario.
"He tried to punish me, but no one wanted to carry the task. He wouldn't even do it himself." Prowl basically made his Lord's life a living hell up until the middle of winter. His Lord thought it would be a good idea to mock him, Prowl didn't even let him finish his last sentence.
Prowl took their free hand and held it. "Besides, had I not done what I done. I most likely wouldn't have met you." He pointed out.
At least he sees the silver lining in all that mess, his spouse being one of them. Even if he met them years later, it was better than nothing. He leans over and kisses their forehead. "I'm going to go get some chores done, shout if you need anything, okay?" He leans away and gets up to leave. He left their door open just so he could hear them. He had a strange way when trying to put certain things in a positive light, but he also wasn't wrong either.
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angelxd-3303 · 6 months ago
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And now, may I present to you today's episode of:
Random stuff in my sketchbook ✨
Up first, Darkland royals showing off their joint slay:
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Next, the obligatory DnD shenanigans:
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Including an adventure with the fae turning the party into farm animals to mess with a farmer (I was the cow):
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A fan favorite; Mario Bros being joined at the hip:
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Tfp humans +my ocs being shenaniganizers next!
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And how can we forget my favorite MonkeyWrench trope: drawing Mario and DK as Tarzan and Jane:
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What can I say, it's a beautiful movie lol. Also my recurring obsession with robots:
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Elita One my beloved🩷
And of course more sketches of my Poppy Playtime au:
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There ya go, I wanted to post art stuff, but Mother's day is always kinda rough for me. So, I decided to pick some drawings and sketches I liked and share them with you instead. Hope you can forgive the bad quality on some of the sketches; I tried to clean them up.
Hope you're all having a a great day friends!
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hayweerc · 5 months ago
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"Bound by Chaos" AU. Chapter 15 Spoilers⚠️📖
The cover for the chapter featuring Sonic's backstory.
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Below 👇 are illustrations and writings featured in the fic. Some new, some old, some updated.
BIG SPOILERS AHEAD
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deepfriedhopesanddreams · 29 days ago
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Dndformers Bumblebee, Starscream and his trine doodles
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annabelle-creart · 3 months ago
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20 + OptChet + Adventure Bots
"Oh my-" Optimus looked at his conjux, full of mud and dirt like if a dog play on outside "are you okay?"
"Yeah, just... I got some problems" Ratchet excused, looking with piercing optics to the two orange bots behind, Optimus looked at them with compassion
"I'll talk with you later" Optimus told the orange bots and they leave as quickly as their pedes let them, Blades was genuinely scared but Bumblebee patted his back to comfort him "what happened?"
"What happened?" Ratchet asked Optimus, but Primus, his optics were like daggers "THAT MED BOT IS THE WORST MED BOT I´VE EVER MET IN MY WHOLE LIFE!" Ratchet shouted at Optimus, throwing his servos to everywhere "ORION, HOW THE FRAG ARE YOU LETTING BUMBLEBEE GOT TANGLED ON HIS STUPID STUFF!?"
"Ratchet, please-"
"PLEASE NOTHING!"
"Please, stop! Bee is not a sparkling"
"BUT ACTS LIKE ONE, AND THAT BLADES IS NO BETTER!" Ratchet's faceplate was colored by blue while his engines roared in disagreement
"But why are you so angry? What happened?" Optimus took Ratchet on his servos
"DID YOU KNOW BEE IS MORE-THAN-A-FRIEND WITH A BARD?!" Ratchet took (and squeezed hard) Optimus' servos "A BARD WHO IS TRAVELLING WITH A BUNCH OF USELESS?! AND BEE´S GOING WITH THEM?!" Ratchet´s voice was like a sharp screech for Optimus´ audial, nonetheless, the notice got him out of guard
"Bee is going with them?"
"AND THEY´RE GOING TO MARRY!"
Ratchet was obviously grump and about to explode, but on Optimus' optics, it was like a super nova created a new galaxy
"You're kidding" Ratchet noticed Optimus' brilliant optics
"Oh Primus- Bee is going to marry?"
"FOCUS, GREAT-"
"I´m focusing, Ratchet, BEE IS GOING TO MARRY!" the smile on Optimus' faceplate was like seeing a star born, so bright and hopeful
"WITH A BARD!" meanwhile, Ratchet´s face was like seeing a hateful dragon about to burn an entire city "YOU KNOW HOW ARE BARDS!"
"But you were a bard"
"EXACTLY!"
"Ratchet, listen" Optimus pressed his fingers on Ratchet´s face to keep his attention "It doesn´t matter, you don´t know if they´re going to repeat the story, and, after all, the only thing important is Bee´s happiness"
"FOR THAT REASON HE CAN´T BE WITH THAT BARD!"
"NO! For that reason, he deserves to be with whoever he wants, and Bee is smart enough to difference who is good for him from who isn´t, don´t you think?" Ratchet still wasn´t convinced, but his optics softened and OP felt how his faceplate cooled
"Orion"
"Ratchet, is okay, and even if the story repeated, look at us" Optimus let go Ratchet "life put us on the same path again, it was going to happen" OP gave Ratchet a soft kiss on his forehead, Ratchet sighed
"What is he does something and Bee is who pays for it"
"In that case, we will be there for him" Optimus hugged Ratchet, he only replied to rest his head, later remembering he was covered in mud
"My Primus- No!" Ratchet yelled to the air, noticing Optimus was know a mess too, but Optimus replied him with a big, comforting laugh, Primus, Optimus was like a gentle giant that kept Ratchet´s spark warm, he also gave a smile, relaxing a bit, he was still worried about the notice but Optimus always managed to see the good in everything "How you do that? See the good on everything?"
Optimus meditated it a bit, and with a smile, he replied "the good is what keeps me going through"
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chronolatry-art · 6 months ago
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simple shapeshifting
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transformersbrainrot · 1 month ago
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LOST LIGHT DND CAMPAIGN
I don't mean a Transformers inspired DND campaign by the way. I mean the Lost Light crew playing a DND campaign. Who would DM? What would everyone's classes be? I haven't fleshed this idea out AT ALL but I need it to be real.
SUGGESTIONS WELCOME BTW!
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morangoowada · 11 months ago
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Goth...... Goth Druid Gundham
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gr3ml1ngu7z · 6 months ago
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I drew Ben 10 and Noah as cybertronion bc I haven’t seen anyone draw that yet🙏I also drew two of my dnd cybertronion charter pulse and chain link🤞
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earthstellar · 1 year ago
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Concept: IDW 1 D&D AU
Ratchet is a Cleric as the strongest among his healing class, but he struggles with the more esoteric nature of what he does, and often struggles to utilise more prayer-based healing methods
Pharma is the leading Cleric at his temple as a result of Ratchet's struggles, as Pharma is considered a devout practitioner with strengths in ALL aspects of healing
Drift is a Paladin who used to be a Rogue/Ranger/something along those lines, and they meet at Ratchet's healing temple when Drift goes on a spiritual pilgrimage and Ratchet is in the middle of a crisis of faith (in both his temple deity and his own skills; he worries if he can't fully spiritually connect, is he really a good healer?)
While Drift is visiting and participates in a reception of blessings ritual with other travellers and those undertaking pilgrimage, something goes awry, and the rest of the Clerics are possessed by some unknown evil-- Ratchet is spared, due to his connection to prayer being the weakest among the rest of the Clerics present, thus making it easier for him to break free of the ritual, and he pulls Drift out of it as well
It turns out Pharma was approached by another Paladin on a pilgrimage; It was Tarn, who threatened the reputation of their temple and manipulated Pharma into utilising a prayer from Tarn's deity to open the reception ritual, which ended up being an invocation of a dark entity rather than an actual prayer
Drift and Ratchet have to escape the temple-- Or, alternatively, they have to try to purify it, in an effort to spare the rest of the Clerics. (This would include Ambulon, First Aid, Hoist, etc.)
Ratchet, being connected to the deity of the temple by nature (even if it is a nature he doesn't fully accept at this point) is the best one to attempt purification, and Drift bolsters Ratchet's strength with his own powers of faith
With Drift's help, Ratchet is able to fully connect with the deity of the temple for the first time, and successfully clears the shadows of possession from the temple and its inhabitants/visitors/patients
Pharma is taken in by Paladin guards, while Tarn is nowhere to be found. Banished with the shadow entities, or simply escaped?
They want Ratchet to be the new leading Cleric while Pharma is held for investigation, but he declines as he is still shaken by having a purely spiritual experience that he can't quite integrate with his conceptualisation of faith or healing, so he leaves First Aid in charge before leaving with Drift to accompany him on the rest of his pilgrimage
IDK I feel like this could be interesting; Drift is secure in his faith here, while Ratchet can't reconcile the spiritual elements of his work with the physical, tangible elements of it.
Bonus: Since Drift and Ratchet are from different temples, they have different deities and different beliefs/spiritual abilities as a result.
A Paladin and a Cleric enter a small pub on the roadside, looking to rest after weathering a storm on their path. At the bar, there is a half-Giant who preaches to a crowd of Dwarves and half-Orcs, who raise up their steins and cheer...
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phantomas99 · 1 year ago
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Transformers x Mighty nein crossover
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idwtransformers-vibe · 7 months ago
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Oathbreaker! Prowl drabble:
Prowl sat in the stable of his homestead. He stared at his old sword, almost as if he were reminiscing his early years as a paladin, before he became an oathbreaker. It felt like he lost a piece of himself the day he broke his oath or finally lost that piece that is. He remembered feeling the painful spasms in his chest as emptiness grew. In a way, he did lose part of himself. He lost the youthful side of himself. The side that believed he would never dirty his hands, have a sinning soul, and a sinister walk. Yet, here he is. While he abides by laws, he also breaks them if deemed necessary. He walks around drenched in blood. He could rival a blood thirsty bhaalspawn if he wanted to. The dead could march to his rhythm, and he can cast hellish rebuke can scortch his enemies, make them suffer, even force them to turn on each other. He could do so much worse if he wanted to. In fact, he planned to, he wanted to be his enemies nightmare, he wanted to be their monster, to be the story and ledgend they crafted up about him. Until he met his spouse.
His sweet, endearing, loving spouse. They were his moon. Their presence brought him nothing but peace. He hadn't felt peace when he had met them. The feeling of it washed over on him like water splashing on an out of control fire. The feeling was addicting. He's been through so many wars, so many missions, all of which filled with bloodshed that he forgot what peace is.
He couldn't help himself. All he could do was love them with his entire being. People tried to warn his spouse away, telling them it's a bad idea to get tangled up in an oathbreakers life. Funny enough, he agrees with those people, but his spouse didn't turn and leave... They stayed.
They stayed with him through thick and thin. After the destruction of their village, they followed him everywhere. He made them, but they did so willingly as well. Even after unintentionally scaring them, they stayed.
He sighs as he sets the sword down. It's been 3 years now since he married them, and their love still ran deeper than any source of magic. His face tugged into a tiny smile. He looks at the horses who were busy eating their dinner.
"Prowl?" He heard their voice carry through the stable.
"Yes, love?" He responds, turning his head some to look at them.
They stood in the doorway of the stable. They had the door cracked open some, letting the orange rays of the sunset seep into the stable. "Dinner is ready."
"I thought I told you that I'll worry about dinner." He gave them a light frown. He could have sworn that he told them at the beginning of the day that he'll make it.
"Yes, but I thought you could use a break." His spouse walked further into the stable, patting some of the horses as they went along. "Besides, you just got back home after being gone for a few months."
"And you have been taking care of the homestead while I was away." He huffed.
His spouse only chuckled and came closer to him. "I think taking care of a homestead is easier than fighting a battle and scheming plans." They pointed out.
They only heard Prowl give a low grumble. He placed his hands on their hips and pulled them closer. He leans down a bit and stares at them with those cold, brilliant, cyan, blue eyes that they have grown to love so much. "You are stubborn sometimes."
"You should be the last one to say that." They teased.
"Hm." Prowl then gave them a light peck on the lips. In reality, he truly does appreciate them making dinner. "But thank you, I sincerely do appreciate it." He brings them into a hug. Prowl rested his face on the side of their head. Leaving chaste kisses on their ear.
"Let's go eat and then settle down in bed." They suggested. He pulls away nods in agreement. Prowl takes their hand and walks with them back to the cottage.
After dinner and getting cleaned up, they finally got under the covers and settled themselves into bed. Prowl lay on his side with a hand wrapped around his spouses' waist. Pulling them closer to the point they're pressed against his body. He rested his eyes closed, not asleep yet, but just relaxing himself first.
"Prowl?"
"Hm?"
"Could we ride up to the mountain peak tomorrow?"
Prowl held back a snicker. "You get cold easily."
"I do not." They protested.
"Care to explain all the cold nights on our travels? You always held onto me when we slept."
They scoffed at him. "Says the one who said we needed to share a bedroll."
"Yes, but I wasn't the one with my legs and arms wrapped around you."
"It was winter."
Prowl couldn't hold back a chuckle. "We'll go to the mountains peak."
"You couldn't have said that from the beginning?"
"It was a mere warning, love." He nuzzled their face some and gave them a kiss on the cheek. "Now sleep. We'll get up early tomorrow and try to beat the sunrise."
"I love you."
"I love you, too, darling."
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chaotixdragon · 8 months ago
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Have some Ocs for my Transformers: Aftermath dnd campaign
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(Pierce-tail is my friend's character and the only player)
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hesperusblogging · 2 months ago
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Adding to my growing collection of Transformers Coals
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deepfriedhopesanddreams · 2 months ago
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Dndformers Bumblebee and Starscream
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annabelle-creart · 28 days ago
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TF KINKTOBER DAY #13: Beastformers || Tentacles
CW: Valve play in general
Ship: MegaSound
Au: Adventure Bots (mostly inspired on G1, Prime and D&D)
"Hm... Soundwave" Megatron murmured low on Soundwave´s audial, who searched for Meg´s neck "someone can hear us"
"That usually doesn´t disturb you" Soundwave replied also low, not leaving Meg´s neck but getting more attached to it like a vampire
"That was before finding the walls are thicker than I thought"
Meg at first just chuckled when Tune stopped suddenly, looking at him while getting his glasses off
"Heatwave, right?"
Meg again chuckled, which confirmed Tune´s question, Tune rested their head on Meg´s shoulder while sighing in frustration, then, they thought on something
Soundwave pushed Megatron aside and jump above him to reach the night desk, opened a drawer and searched for...
"Nice aft, Tune"
"Don´t start yet" Soundwave reached the brush and the bottle, deep brilliant blue with pink sparkles when moved, but almost fell when Megatron took Soundwave from the hip and carried them, scaring them a bit "You´re lucky this was closed!"
"Lucky?? I would be luckier with it over all of you" Meg said with picardy, licking Tune´s side, from it, a cable with little claws as fingers got out and took Meg's mouth, at the same time, Soundwave got out of his arms to reach the wall and opened the bottle with their free cable to start painting above an old rune that seemed dry on the stone, feeling the cable being touched and pull, and ignoring it was hard, at least to finish the rune
Meanwhile, Meg kissed it, touched it and caressed it, giving a type of tickle Soundwave hated on this type of moments
"I'm doing something!"
"Me too" but Meg was as serious as a playful puppy, caressing more the cable until Soundwave started to move it far from him, but Meg was pulling it again to him "I haven't finished yet!" Meg begged
"But it is not okay that you start without me" but Soundwave wasn't looking and was trying to ignore the feeling so much and didn't figured out when Meg hugged him from behind, burying his head on the neck of his partner "you're such a crybaby- can't you wait?"
"No" and indeed, he couldn't, passing his fingers through- wait a minute- since when Soundwave's valve was open?
"Just some seconds!" But Meg ignored his beg, making Soundwave try to close his legs but Meg was stronger "almost" Soundwave prefered to get his processor on finishing the rune, finally giving it the last touch and activating it with a flourish wave of servo "done!"
And as a magic word, Meg carried again Tune from the hip, barely letting them put the paint and brush again on the night desk and throwing them against the berth
"What's wrong with you?!"
"A lot, actually"
"This are the kind of thing that make me ask why I conjuxes you"
"And yet, here we are" Meg's voice was deep and low, which was Tune's favorite tone, he wouldn't never admit it, but that type of tune made him feel like bigger and stronger, dominant
"You have a point" but Tune's always managed to make Meg tremble, assalting him with kisses on all mouth, cheeks and neck while the servos and cables travelled all across the frame, until the point Meg got to distracted that Tune perfectly directed him under them
Meg felt a curious tickle on his crotch, getting closer to his node with tiny and soft movement, but Meg already felt one servo on his and the other on the berth, what was what teased his valve? Again, a little movement tickled, he was starting to like this strange name, still on Tune's mouth, only let himself enjoy, with each kiss, the tickle pressed more his valve and went quicker, like a massage done with a needle... wait, a needle? Despite the cold, sharp thing Meg felt on his anterior node, he finally understood, Tune had two more arms to do with him what they pleased
Tune retired their mouth from Meg, replacing it with a cable and getting it on Meg's mouth, which as before, Meg recieved by licking and kissing, Tune felt the feeling both strange and pleasurable, fantasizing that was the spike they didn't have, inserting the cable a bit deeper to fulfill more the fantasy, Tune's valve became wet only of think of it, still stimulationg Meg's valve with their other cable
Meg was letting out some lubricant too, which Tune, using on favor, took some with a claw of their cable and kept stimulating him, also rubbing slowly their own node above Meg, who was trying to get some hard breathing out of his system but the cable didn't let him, Tune got it out of his mouth, but didn't desist on the node, finally hearing the sighs and deep moans their partner had to offer. Speeding it slowly, Tune finally felt Meg was enough wet to fulfill this strange fantasy both were thinking for a while, with care, the claws of the cable played just before the entrance, like preparing the bot for the next movement, which Meg replied with a murmur that maybe was a yes
Tune inserted slowly the cable, feeling the lubricant slips, almost at the same time, inserted the other again on Meg's mouth both slowly, at the same speed, started to move, simultaneously, pushing a bit inside and retracting to outside
To have a cable on his mouth was like feeling a spike for Meg, the push was the same, just like the size, but what made it better was how deep could it go, same happened on the valve, which always managed to hit the right spot to make Meg feel just what he wanted, Tune rubbed their node on Meg at the same speed the cables pushed and retracted, making Meg sigh deeply but silently, rolling his optics back for the pleasure and opening more his legs to let pass as much as he could carry
Finally, the wait gave what promised, Meg already was feeling him contract on Tune, the crotch, the throat and his chasis, all felt like contracting, hot and desireble, wanting more, he let out some hanged gasps, while Tune was also splitting their own lubricant on Meg, it was also hot, and that excited Meg more
A wave of pleasure got them almost at the same time, making the cable stop alongside the sucks and the rubs on exahustation
Tune got their cables out of Meg and layed at his side, tasting the ozone in the air, none of them said a thing, but got closer and cuddled a bit, relaxing at the warm frame of the other
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