#tw robogore

[electrical-communication]

Flash man please?

What is Wrong with him (affectionate)

[transingthoseformers]

Tarn living and piloting the Peaceful Tyranny. It just seems a normal die talking to everyone, including Kaon and Nickel.

It slowly unravels around the edges and it starts to show the ship is rusted and that the bodies or the remains from Necroworld and Tarn passes out after Seeing them and drinks the nucleon remains and then it ends with him waking up and everyone greeting him again.

The implication is that this has happened for a while, and there just being multiple reminders he needs to eat and do upkeep, but he keeps putting it off and is slowly starving and rusting to death.

Ohhhohoh yes that's horrific

Oh tarn... what a nightmare loop that must be

Why are the worst nightmares always the ones that start out as dreams?

[lostcybertronian]

Way to go einstein, with bingiplier and googleplier perhaps ???

For the life of me I can't remember what this pairing is called.

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Prompt: “Way to go, Einstein.”

Blue carried him in pieces. Plunked one after the other– arm, leg, sunglasses, arm, leg– onto the hub floor. Worth noting was that Bing’s head was still attached to his torso, so there would be no spinal-neural rewiring today. No consciousness restoration or personality reconstruction.

They’d been lucky, this time.

“At least you don’t have to do anything tricky,” Bing chirped, oh-so-helpfully vocalizing Blue’s own process. “I got lucky-”

Blue’s eyes flashed. “Shut up.”

Bing scowled, and, somehow regaining some control over his left hand, he worked at his mangled fingers until he could offer Blue a sarcastic thumb’s up. “Way to go. Excellent bedside manner, brah.”

“I wouldn’t require a bedside manner if you didn’t keep doing this to yourself.” His tone was flat. Bored, even. But the trilling of his core spoke of his agitation.

“And I wouldn’t keep doing this to myself if you bothered giving me the time of day!” Bing snapped. Then his one remaining eye widened, as if he just now processed what he’d said.

Blue whirred. Paused in his picking up and rewiring of Bing’s right elbow. Blue lubricant dripped slowly from his hand. “Explain.”

“No.” Came the answer, though what Bing wanted to say was that Blue only looked at him when he needed to be repaired. Other than that, he was nothing.

But even as Blue lifted one eyebrow, Bing bit down the flood of words, and eventually Blue gave up and continued putting him back together.

[hecknugg]

Yea that looks like it would leave a mark

[glittergummy]

[sparkmender]

🫱  …my muse describes the way your muse feels.

One: Megatron’s servos are heavy and scarred, a charcoal black thurible around his shattered body. Rung can’t really feel anything like this— can’t really see, either, but his spark flutters weakly in greeting when the tank’s fist closes around chamber and pulls it free of his collapsed chassis.

Two: Megatron’s servos are heavy and scarred, little bits of grit and dust stuck in the seams as he curls him up in his lap. If Rung is tired and aching from the work of healing, Megatron must be in agony from a long, long orn of doing what he can to help the AVL keep limping onwards. Even still, Megatron is nothing but patient and gentle with him, carefully pipetting diluted medgrade into Rung’s main fuel line and dabbing at his stiff mouth when it comes up rather than goes down.

Three: Megatron’s servos are heavy and scarred, one wrapped around the cane he and Ziptie fashioned for Rung as he steadies Rung like he weighs nothing. He might very well weigh nothing at all to Megatron, come to think of it. And when even the cane cannot help, Megatron is there, nudging Rung up to sit on his forearm so he can still be a part of the conversation.

Four: Megatron’s servos are heavy and scarred, awkwardly hovering above Rung’s back and waist as if… as if he is suddenly afraid to touch him, all just because they were kissing instead of doing something like testing Rung’s range of motion or trying to climb up over some rubble. He pointedly takes hold of Megatron’s wrist and pulls, firmly planting it against his side. He is not afraid of these hands, or of the mech they are attached to.

Five: Megatron’s servos are heavy and scarred, a blade flashing back and forth across the cutting board as he pries apart the circuitfowl’s shell to get at the soft components underneath. No part goes to waste, from the struts to the wires to the tubes and screws. Rung works beside him, pulling popshroom pods apart to dump the pearls into a bowl of other ingredients they’ve already prepared; he doesn’t really like them, but Megatron does, and he can always fish them out of his bowl of soup and sneak them into Megatron’s when he isn’t looking.

Six: Elegy is new, soft and malleable with damp soil still clinging to her protoform. She pushes her rudimentary buccal cavity against one of Megatron’s palms as he cups her with no mind to the scars or rough patches, trying to find where to latch onto on his wrist with the blind certainty of a newspark that her sire will feed her. He was, after all, the first mech to ever hold her. Plucked her fresh from her cradle like a little root growth. This is her world: a faded black crucible cradling her, warm and protective around her little body. Rung laughs softly and hooks his pinky into her mouth to guide her to the right fuel line, sparing a glance to give Megatron a blinding grin. She’ll get the hang of it in time. Until then— and always— well, she’ll have the two of them.

[rayven-ray]

^^^^THIS

THANKS FOR PUTTING IT INTO WORDS 💙

Dead crow

[tempter-sent]

Demon of Kaon

[archie-sunshine]

lost his light.

[gl1tt3r-gutz-and-r0b0tz-sl]

VIOLENCE WARNING.

ykw? Screw you *dramatically renders your sketch*

[electrical-communication]

You should draw more Elecman <33 He’s so gender and hot 💖💖💖

A man who is a beloved wife

[stynamo]

Souviens-toi de la première fois, où nos regards s'étaient croisés Même que ton œil disait merde à l'autre, surtout à moi Mais pourquoi moi, alors que les autres te trouvaient bien trop laide Peut-être que moi, je suis trop bête, mais je sais t'écouter Ave Cesaria - Stromae

My gift for @tachocracy for @secretsolenoid-revived this year! I hope you all love it as much as I loved drawing it. I've been wanting to do a zine about Knockout and his specific way of grieving in TFP so I was so excited to receive this prompt.

[lostcybertronian]

"who did this to you?" with host and bing ? :D

No skateboarding in the Host's library.

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Prompt: “Who did this to you?”

“Bing, I’m sorry.” Dr. Iplier looked down at his tablet to avoid making eye contact with the nearly-wrecked android sitting on the exam table. “You’re going to need a mechanic. I can’t fix you.”

Bing made a noise that might’ve been a computer noise, or maybe a sniffle. His sunglasses were cracked in half and balanced precariously on top of his head, and the one leg that worked he swung idly back and forth, back and forth. The other was sparking, the mechanical knee joint poking through ripped jeans. Blue lubricant, glowing faintly, dripped a steady drip to the floor and soaked through the hospital-white table surface; Bing stared at it as if transfixed and didn’t look at him.

They stubbornly didn’t look at each other until Dr. Iplier cleared his throat and forced out the question he knew he’d have to ask eventually, because there was no way Bing could do this sort of damage to himself. “Who did this to you?”

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“Host?” Bing stuck his head into the library, cautious. “Hostie?” He whispered again, voice lost in the heavy silence. 

When no Host appeared, he grinned and stepped fully in, clutching his skateboard under one arm and his phone in his free hand. He snapped a quick selfie to Chase to prove that he was actually completing his part of the dare before throwing his skateboard down and hopping on it. 

Zooming through the shelves, over thinning carpet that wasn’t the best surface ever, Bing’s sensors picked up dust, vellichor, and a heartbeat, somewhere nearby.

A heartbeat that rapidly came closer. A heartbeat that was all but on top of him before he could process or react.

The Host materialized from the dark like a spector, his tapered aluminum bat glinting dimly in light that seemed to come from nowhere as he swung it at Bing’s head.

[sun-citadel]

DOG OF W A R

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[nepetacataria-art]

A star shines the brightest when it dies 🌠✨

Also here is a less dark ver. + The original reference

[maxicaiman]

TRIGGER WARNING: BLOOD / ROBOGORE (DECAPITATION) AND BRIGHT COLORS UNDER THE CUT

Starscream gets a lil too silly

a teehee moment,,,,,