#Robot's Transformers Ask Game

[nervousspacerobot]

Gimme a 379 chef

You chose 379

379 corresponds to Sparkstalker

Sparkstalker first appears in The Transformers UK issues #152-153

Sparkstalker is a Decepticon Firecon. He functions as a Cryptologist. He's good at hacking and other criminal activity. He's bad at breathing fire, which he can do, but not well.

His motto is "The smallest details reveal the largest secrets."

[tilly-tittle]

since you asked me now i gotta ask you--

NUMBER 12.

gimme the good shit....

Ah well

Have you seen Rodimus? Yeah him XD

especially IDW, that one panel where he’s addressing the crew on the Necrobot planet and he’s leaned so far forward lmao

LIKE LOOK AT HIS WAIST

*coughs*

Also TFA Roddy with a bow? Very hot, I love bows actually and I love him

Also Drift, cause wielding two swords is also hot (I historically have liked characters with two swords so)

Oh and the first time we see Getaway in the mtmte comics

Are you seeing what I’m seeing?????

Also very yes on TFO Star on the throne (there’s also that gif of Star pushing past Soundwave and Shockwave, I think when the main cast first arrived to the high guard, where like bro straight up felt up Sounders’ entire chassis)

Weirdly (or idk) also when Pharma is talking to Ratchet’s detached head+spark casing (cause competency is hot)

That one scene in TFA with Optimus and Megatron and Optimus’ grappling hook

Megatron talking to Magnus’ head on his table in WFC too for some reason

That one clip of KO catcalling OP despite me never watching TFP yet because I have a thing for deeper voices

This panel of Mags and Megs

This is what we in the theatre industry call kiss or punch distance (and they better kiss)

Cyclonus’ Holoform

He just slayed idk what else to say, I wish I got to see more of it honestly

And lastly (cause I can’t think of anything else off the top of my head that is canon lol)

Brainstorm on this cover

Because again, competency is hot

[short-circuit-the-great]

🌧: draw a character out in the rain

banishing Knock Out outside

Banished.

[seirindono]

Transformers? In general anyway, there's far to many versions so specify with

(I'm not drawing a mecha today lol)

An interesting choice! Same as Cult of the Lamb, it has a huge fandom, still active, but I've only watched a few of the films and series so I wouldn't call myself a fan (apologies to the fans reading this haha).

The only version I remember well is this TV show I watched in elementary school, with a robot kid (?) who hung out with the autobots.

I also remember this guy. Bumblebee.

He's yellow and silly. Little Seirin liked that.

Also him, but I forget his name. I guess he'd be my favorite if I was to watch it nowadays?

[love-and-war-on-cybertron]

Imagine this ✋😌🤚 (Transformers Prime Wise) everyone is in the base chilling and the kids randomly start talking about who’s the most attractive of the bots (based on whatever random criteria list Miko made). while they are all going on about why their personal bot would definitely be popular they start arguing and suddenly call out to reader (who has been minding their business on the couch distracted reading a book or something) and asks them which autobot is most attractive, reader instinctively and with absolutely no hesitation blurts out the bot thats been on their mind for a while nonchalantly acting as if they didn’t pretty much confess their attraction and said bot definitely heard them. (I would love Ratchet or bulkhead, or bumblebee whichever one is easier to write for)(loved your Rodimus fic btw it was so cute 10/10) sorry this request was so long, it’s completely fine if you don’t wanna write this 😭

No need to apologize!! I'm so glad you liked the Rodimus one, it got rewritten like four times XP I still need to catch up on TFP, but I'm a little more familiar with Ratchet from it. I hope you enjoy!

Ratchet was too busy working to pay attention to what the humans were up to. This part had been busted for a week and he needed it for his next project. The talk was nothing but an annoying buzz in the background, occasionally becoming loud enough for him to huff or grunt to try and get them to quiet down.

Something about who the most attractive bot was. How childish! the criteria listed by Miko wasn't anywhere near Cybertronian beauty standards. What did a human know about biolights and kibble? The angular chassis of a tank compared to the smooth curves of a racer frame? This kids would make their observations and laugh, especially when Decepticons were the topic. Prime was called a "daddy" and Bee had "Puppy energy".

"What about you, Y/N?"

Ratchet listens a little closer, but still keeps his focus on his work. You weren't a child, and had a decent processor in that head of yours. You might have some sense not to play this stupid game.

"Ratchet."

Hwat?

Ratchet almost drops his tools in surprise. You, the only human he thought had some sense think he's attractive. Glancing over his shoulder, he sees that you had been just as busy as him when the questioning started. Sat on the couch with your book, looking around, stumbling over yourself to explain. He caught some of it: intelligent, skilled. Handsome for a robot.

Miko seemed to spearhead the grilling despite being the one to start the whole thing.

When you glance in Ratchet's direction, he sees your eyes widen and how quickly you look down when they meet his optics. Shame? Embarrassment? It doesn't sit right to see you teased. Just because you can appreciate an older bot.

"What's so funny?" Ratchet scoffs, "at least one of your kind has some taste." He turns away from the console and over to the platform. Bee chirps and nudges him before getting shoved away by the doctor. "Isn't it time you all leave?"

He leans close, glaring at the kids. Miko tries snarking back about the weekend but Raf mentions a movie playing. Bee volunteers to take them home, perfect excuse for him to go to the drive in.

Wheeljack heads out with them, raising an optic ridge at the medic as he passes by. It's just the two of you left. Ratchet shift, glancing back at you. You don't look at him, sitting back on the couch with your book. Body tense and heated. Trying to look casual and relaxed and clearly anything but.

He vents out and looks back at his project, then at you again. "So... got a thing for old bots huh?"

You hunch down, gripping your book tighter. "Ratchet, I-"

"You uh… sticking around?" He interrupts, "I could use some help."

You peek up over your book. Ratchet had you help a couple times, small hands being able to reach places. And again, being the only human in this base that he thinks has a lick of sense.

"Sure... Yeah..." You put the book down and smile.

Ratchet smiles back, offering his servo for you to climb on.

[spiciestmango]

Even More Obscure Kinks Ask Game :3 🔎

Feel free to add on to this- pls do actually im having a hard time finding more and more kinks and my pupbrain doesnt hold onto info very well!! (also please be mindful of people's limits!)

Everything assumes adults having either fantasy, roleplay or full consent of all parties even when stated otherwise yadda yadda yadda yall know how to be safe in kink im not your sex ed teacher

Milder Section (For stuff that is still fun to ask abt but isnt that obscure in the grand scheme of things!)

Facefucking or Facesitting

Breathplay or Sensory depravation

Biting or Scratching

Somnophillia or Intox sex

Kigurumi/Onesie or Job Uniform (Nurse, Mailperson, etc)

Latex or Leather

Intercrural sex or Dry humping

Felching or Snowballing

Authority Figure or Monster/Alien

Robots or Undead

Age play or Pet play

Fauxest or Fauxbeast

Dacryphillia or Sexual obsession

Crotch Spanking or Crotch Worship

Pool/Hot tub sex or Sex in the wilderness

Edging or Overstim

Stuckage or Leash pulling

Sex While Pregnant or Guaranteed Impregnation

On display for an audience or All hands on you

Omorashi or Piss Drinking

Cum Marking or Piss marking

Pissing inside orifice or Public Pissing

Knotted or Equine cocks

Barbed or Tapered cocks

Tentacles or Alien genitals

Queefing or Farting

Hands or Feet

Squirting or Lactation

Thighs or Tummy

Underwear gag or O-Ring gag

Pain/Blood/Fear section (Some gore-y themes warning)

31. Period Sex or Drawing Blood Elsewhere 32. Cupping or Waxplay 33. Electrostimulation or Temperature Play 34. Cattle Branding or Name Carving 35. Gunplay or Knifeplay 36. Figging or Flogging 37. Medplay or Kidnapping 38. Blackmail or CBT 39. Tummy punches or Nipple clamps 40. Spanked until bruised or Hickeys everywhere 41. Quadruped Suit or Gimp 42. Pinwheel or Ice 43. Spiked paddle or Caning 44. Anal punishment or Kicking 45. Ball squeezing or Cock Pulling 46. New Piercing or Wound Stinging (With lemon, alcohol, etc) 47. Orgasm from spanking or Orgasm from Biting 48. Vivisection or Woundfucking 49. Waterboarding or Chained torture 50. Cigarette/Blunt/Joint burning or Predicament Bondage

Wilder Section (Stuff you might not see often!)

51. Vacbed or Claustrophilia 52. Forced Exposure or Unknowing Participant 53. Crush Fetish or Spinning Fetish 54. Pullups or Puppypads 55. Sneeze induced orgasm or Hypno trigger induced orgasm 56. Foodplay or Mysophilia 57. Lithophilia or Pygmalionism 58. Oviposition or Improvised Sex toy 59. Plant sex or Primal play 59. Locked in clothing or Locked out of bathroom 60. Sex with Planes or Sex with Trains 61. Bound together or Suspension play 62. IRL Hypnosis tracks or Clicker Training 63. Rapebaiting or Public Stealth Toy 64. 24 hour insertion or 24/7 servitude 65. Ponyplay or Cattleplay 66. Sybian or Through wall 67. Boofing or Forcefeed 68. Stock/Pillory or Hogtied 69. Navel sex or Armpit sex 70. Emetophilia or Nasophilia

Fantasy Section (Stuff that you probably cant even come close to replicating or cosplaying IRL)

71. Macro or Micro 72. Pooltoy Transformation or Plushie Transformation 73. Mummification or Cobweb bondage 74. Parasitic Pregnancy or Alternate Pregnancy 75. Living Toy or Oral Vore (this is just regular vore) 76. Unbirth or Anal vore 77. Earfucking or all the way through (ass through mouth) 78. Portalpanties or Voodoo doll 79. TGTF (Not detrans) or Huge size difference (5 ft or more) 80. Knotted and hanging between or Instant egg laying 81. Nullification/Nullcrotch or Amputation Bondage 82. Petrification or Slime absorption 83. Clone gangbang or Selfcest 84. Magic during sex or Being put on the experiment table 85. Instant aphrodisiac or Body swap 86. Crowded public use (Train, Bus, etc) or Cursed Womb Tattoo 87. Feral x Feral or Monster x Monster 88. Cumflation or Other fluid inflation 89. Hypergenitals or Bodily fluid bath 90. Ghost hands or Magical/Alternate cum

Bad ends (Kind of an extension of the fantasy section)

91. Mind Break or Perma Vored (Digested) 92. Permanent Ownership or Perma TF 93. Loss of sentience or Loss of body control 94. Drowned or Bled out 95. No escape from corrupted reality or No escape from compromised mind 96. Torn apart by monster or Experimental mishap 97. Coerced and forced betrayal of a loved one (rape, harm, etc) or That betrayal being done to you without you ever finding out. 98. Slow painful mutation or merging with another being 99. Never finding a way home or Home never being the same 100. Blackmail released to the public or Falsely accused but never believed

BONUS: Pokemon themed section (Because its MY blog and I have the right to invoke the author's poorly disguised fetish in my fetish post 😡)

101. Trainer x Pokemon or Pokemon x Pokemon 102. Type advantage or Level drain 103. Stage 3 evo x Stage 1 evo or Evolution denial (Everstone) 104. Quadruped, Biped or Other 105. Breed till a shiny egg or Status effects during sex 106. Mid-sex evolution or Forced, unwanted evolution 107. Getting Mystery Dungeon'd or TF into pokemon but in the mainline world (You can no longer speak to humans) 108. Raped/passed around by your pokemon team or Team of pokemon specifically for sex 109. Bondage themed moves (Vine whip, Freeze shock, etc) or Coercion themed moves (Hypnosis, attract, etc) 110. Caught in a pokeball or Unremovable pokemon costume

[eclipse-msoul]

SILENT CHAINS ⛓️

Dark! Yandere Batboys X Reader Au

Warnings : Implied sexual assult, murder, predatory gazes and intentions, psedo-incest ( borderline) , Cruel characters

PART 2 : (Of one short)

You were merely six when reality dawned upon you. It wasn't a bittersweet truth like Santa Claus wasn't real. No, he was very real. But you couldn't say the same thing for your family. Especially not your big brothers.

It was a bright afternoon, one of the rare days when the sun was allowed to shine on Gotham’s residents - when things started to go wrong. You, Y/n Wayne, were playing with your toys in the Mansion's Garden. Your smile was bright as you scoped up your transformer robot and attacked with it on the incoming toy train.

Your giggles could be heard even from far away. You were so deeply engrossed that you didn't notice the figure approaching. The devil walked in silent steps and before you could blink grabbed you by the waist and picked you up.

You gasped before breaking down in deep musing laughter. “Dickie~!” you grinned.

Dick grinned back, his blue eyes soft and hands tender while placing you on his back. Of course not before giving you his monster tickles.

It was so much fun.

He carried you deep into the garden, saying he would take you to the pond to see the fbeing six years old agreed readily. You being on his back didn't notice his little smirk.

The walk was calm - the trees moved as the breeze came, the weather was light and blessful. You, on his back, were gently lulled to sleep by the winds and your big brother’s humming.

How

Nice…

“Y/n….Y/n..”

Hm?

W…h…O?

Who was it? Who was so tenderly calling your name? Your eyes slowly opened to see a figure sitting next to you. To your sleepy eyes, his face wasn't as clear but you could still tell that Dick was staring at you.You rubbed your eyes to get a clearer view.

Now that you could see better, you noticed it had gotten rather dark. It didn't help that your brother was seemingly too close. “.. Dick..where are we?” You spoke too silent for your everyday joyful voice. He smiled and pulled your hand to help you stand.

You jerked with the pressure applied. Why was he so rough? He was never like this with you.Never

Your brows furrowed at his actions. There was something very wrong but you couldn't get your… what did Alfred call it? Hand? No, fin… fing… finger! You couldn't get your finger on it.

Noticing your face he brought his large and usually tender hand to ruffle your hair. You could only stare confused. You wanted to go home.

“I wanna go back to Alfred.”

“ Y/n, I got this really fun game. Let's play it together.” Dick pointed in front of him.

“ Why can't we play it back at the Mansion?” Your naive self asked.

Dick sighed before giving you those loving exhausted smiles he did when you were being difficult or throwing a tantrum.

“ It's something that we can only do here. Don't you want to play with me?”

You thought – your six year old brain trusted that monster far too much. This was perhaps because he had only every shown you his loving and kind side. You nodded.

He smiled , “ Follow me.” You trailed after him. He suddenly stopped after walking for what felt too short,causing you to crash into him. You muffled an ouch to which your brother did not reply in his usual chuckle.

You peaked from behind your brother’s leg and every single annoyed and tired thought you had died in your head. You shrieked.

Your hands covered your mouth while your eyes bulges open in shock and fear.Dick's head turned and bent slightly downwards. You were still frozen in place, unable to find air to breathe.

“ W-”

Who was this stranger? You looked at your vrither and fell down on the ground trembling.Who was this monster-With your brother's face smiling at you? His fake blue eyes were so cold and freezing.

You felt a creeping sensation in your chest amplify, your voice which was only a mummer couldn't even come out before you heard sounds of sob.

Your eyes which were looking at your brother ( Read : Monster) turned back to the figure laying on the ground. He choked on bloody sobs, trying to still fight and remain alive. Just then you meet his dread filled eyes – eyes who still wanted to live.

What

What was going on?

Why was that man on the floor?

Despite being six even you had the brains to notice that if not given help this man would die. Why did Dick bring you here? You couldn't possibly save the man.

That poor man looked so helpless. He was bleeding too severely. This wasn't a game of playing doctor. This man needed help!

You had seen Alfred tend to your brothers wounds several times. You remember looking confused as to why they get injured so often. ‘We were playing little sis!” Duke had said smilingly.

You had to try and save him. But there was one thought raging in your mind.

Dick

Did

He

Even bring you to save him?

“-Tsk” You heard him, making you snap out of your thoughts.Your eyes recoiled at Dick's face. He had a scowl on his face. You heard another voice, one that was younger than your oldest brother but familiar and awfully cold.

“ You still haven't gotten rid of him. I expected better from you Dickiebird.” you heard a twist and a crack and felt something fall to the ground. Looking in that dreadful direction again, you couldn't help but wish for what had gone wrong.

Your body moved back and your neck was caught by your brother before it hit the ground. You had fallen unconscious.

Jason stepped over the dead body kicking it hard enough to separate the head and body. He glared at the dead man – his eyes cold and uncaring – like he was looking at something insignificant, something like a mere insect that got crushed for daring to cross the path of man.

That man wasn't even a sinner, only a petty man who had gotten caught at the wrong moment and met his end. He wouldn't even get a funeral merely getting fed to the many dogs of this household.

Poor pitiful Gothamite..

Jason looked over you as you laid in Dick hands, clearly unconscious and shook. His hand lined with scar hidden under the long sleeve shirt moved closer and trailed through your cheek.

You looked so soft and cute..

Nothing like them

Yet

Perfect.

“ She's looking pale.” He gently nudged the tear forming under your eye.

Dick pinched your cheek while his eyes met his brother's. “ It's understandable. It was her first time.”

“ True.” Jason mumbled.

He almost felt bad for what he and Dick had done but it was undoubtedly necessary. If you couldn't even deal with this level of insanity - you wouldn't survive long and they needed you to remain in their lives – your wishes didn't matter.

‘ Nightwing and Red Hood come in….’ They both straightened up their backs and their gazes turned murderous as a smile that would even make the devil shiver - spread on their lips.

‘Bruce has a mission for you both….’ Tim, explained in brief yet concise words. He, who had watched all what happened in front of you and before that couldn't help but sigh fondly at your response. How cute he thought.

‘ Take her to bed and come immediately.’

�� Roger.”

✧༺♥༻✧

After that day, you could never trust your three big brothers again. At first your mind tried to fool you - tried to make you think what you saw was a bad dream, an illusion. But when Tim dragged you with him to the basement to see another criminal get tortured.

You couldn't deny it anymore.

Your brothers were insane.

They were terrifying.

No matter how hard you tried to hide from them after that. They would always find you and drag you with them. When you tried to mention anything to your father or Alfred. Things would only get worse.

They would only be more gruesome.

So you started to stop resisting. They hid it so well that Bruce and Alfred did not even question it. You could only let the pillow soak your tears and whimpers.

When your father introduced his biological son Damian to you things got better. You felt relief and life started to show some colour and when Duke entered your life as the fourth eldest brother.

It got more bearable.

They both were your saviors. Even if they themselves didn't know what Dick, Jason and Tim were doing to you.

But life had a real amazing way to hit you when things felt calm and it happened just like that.

You were nineteen. It was when things truly went dark and you realized what happened before was merely the tip of the iceberg.

It was during a gala organized by Bruce's close colleges, at least that's what people called them. By then you had learned her father had to act differently with the many spoiled and cruel people to help Gothamites.

You were standing with Damian, taking a bite of the delicious server bites. You found them smooth and super cheesy. They just so beautifully melted in your mouth that you couldn't help yourself.

Damian was covering you, allowing you to eat as you pleased. “ Y/n !” You heard your newest fourth older brother call. You saw him from the corner of your eye and giggled. “ Duke !”

He ruffled your hair affectionately. You grinned.

You breathe a sigh of relief.

Even if everyone else betrayed you, Damian and Duke wouldn't. Right ?

“ what's going on in your head y/n?” Damian's voice brought you out of your thoughts. You shook your head and smiled. “ It's nothing.”

Damian brought a passtery to your mouth and fed you. Honestly he treated you like a baby sometimes. Hmph.

You didn't know why you felt a sense of unease since this morning. It was like your head was trying to tell you something.

“ My my, The Wayne brothers sure have grown to be stunning lookers!” One woman whispered loudly.

“ Bruce Wayne definitely got an eye for kids. Look how each is more stunning than the last.” Another giggled.

“ Such polite and honourable men with Mr. Wayne's . Ahhh~.”

Your jaw tightened and your eyes closed. No one noticed your fingers trembling slightly and ended the plate. (They did)

Duke and Damian shared a glance before Duke hand's caught yours and took you away. “ Where are we going?” You asked Duke, even if you didn't have a choice since he already had a firm hold on you. You were too careless to notice.

He didn't glance back and kept on walking. “ You need some fresh air. So let's go!” You nodded. You definitely needed some air after listening to that nonsense.

Your brothers and honourable?

Ha

They had a better chance of convincing you that the joker was a saint.

With each growing minute you felt a sense of deja vu. Why was that crewing sensation returning to you? The last time you had it, your reality crumbled – you didn't want something worse to happen.

You called out Duke, “ Where are we going? That's not the way to the Garden..”

You felt that the hand around your wrist tightened unseemingly hard. It was with enough force to break a hand and made you worried.

No

Please

Not

Him

You took a deep breath and swallowed. This had to be a misunderstanding. Maybe Duke was trying to mess with you? He did that very often. And when you saw your other three brothers standing near a hidden entrance.

It was going to be bad.

Duke pushed you to Jason’'s arms which greedily wrapped around your waist and pulled you in this chest. “ Here catch.”

Dick grinned while Tim lazily smiled. “ Good work.”

You tried to resist with all your might, No No No-

What is happening now!

There had to be some way to get out of their hold.

Damian

Where was Damian!

He didn't come with Duke!

Maybe he could see how twisted these bastards were. ( Even Duke, you wished to cry). And save you.

Jason tried to calm you.

“ Calm down Angel.” Jasin scolded, hoping to calm you. Oh, now he was trying to be civil? You weren't going to be. You kicked in the air, but his arm with your full force. “ Let me go! Let me go you sick bastards!”

Your words went in one ear and out the other. Tim bent to your level and met your struggling teary eyes head on. “ Calm yourself Y/n. Struggling won't help you.”

You spit on his face and pressed your teeth into Jason's arms. “ Shut-up!” You hissed. Tim did not mind the spit really he could care less about something like your body fluids. He took out a handkerchief and wiped it off his face.

Today was something far too important.

He looked up at Dick and Duke. “ Bruce should be busy tonight and Gotham is relatively calm. So let's proceed as planned-” He turned back, “ Fine with you Brat?”

“ Affirmation Drake.” You froze and paled.

No

No

Nononono- don't do this to me. You prayed. Don't let it be him, please don't do this. One betrayal was enough.

Damian came into view and every ounce of fight in you died. No one would come to save you. So why struggle?

You accepted your fate and stopped struggling. “ W…What are you all planning?” your voice came lower than the drop of water falling. There was complete silence

All of them looked between each other before Dick started laughing uncontrollably. He laughed and laughed before stopping to remove a tear from his amused eye. “ Smart aren't you little wing? Because of course you are. You're my little angel afterall.”

Your lips pressed together while you remained in Jason's arms. “ What…”

“Something that'll let you completely belong to us.”

And what followed that day was something you'll never be able to remove from your flesh as long as you remain alive. Those bastards branded you.

You are a living human.

Like a pet

If that wasn't enough, they did worse.

Shackling you to the torture chamber while they removed a piece of clothing - piece by piece and slowly ripped you off your dignity. Then they took a bite of your flesh – tearing,marking, licking it like you were some kind of delicacy.

You list your consciousness in the middle in pain but we're woken up with electric shocks, meeting their hungry and lustful eyes.

It continued for seven days before you were finally let out.

Walking into the Mansion Alone to see your father drinking coffee and looking at you shocked. You broke down and told him everything.

“ Daddy please-” You sobbed like a child again. “ Help me run away!” Your father gently pressed on your back and consoled you.

“ Don't worry I'll help you.”

It would be three nights later when you killed yourself in front of them by drinking poison. Before they could dare bring you to the pit to Ressurect you, your father buried your “fake body” And sent * the real* you far away.

In New York, six years later you would return back to your cage more reinforced and having crueler wardens than before. But what you wouldn't know was that you never escaped.

“ Thanks for lending a hand old man. ” A Blue eyed man spoke.

“ Of course, son.” a broken Man and a twisted soldier replied.

THE END..

Taglist :-

@hearts4mica , @animegoddess15

NOTE : btw does anyone want a Mafia dark! BATBOYS + BATGIRLS X READER Fic??? Let me know in the comments! 🩷 and for anyone that wants to be part of the taglist (message or DM me)

LOVE YOU ALL BYEEE ❤❤❤

[transmasculineswag]

Transmasc Swag Polls- ROUND 1

Propaganda and other info under the cut.

CANONICITY LEVELS-

JACE: Gender Tomfuckery METTATON: CANON Transgender Man. Robot. Guy

MEDIA? Magic the Gathering, UTDR series JACE PROPAGANDA- Jace Beleren is a world traveling telepath, illusionist, and accidental high profile politician. He’s bisexual and dates terrifyingly powerful women. He’s accidentally given himself amnesia twice and regularly erased individual memories at certain points in his life. At one point he switched bodies with a man who looked exactly like him which was pretty trans in my opinion. If you want a more detailed account of how trans Jace is ask @jacebeleren on tumblr Canonically uncomfortable with his appearance and height compared to other men (uses illusions to look taller/more attractive), called a freak for his identity as a child. His pussy game is insane METTATON PROPAGANDA- SPOILERS AHEAD for Deltarune Chapter 2

[Pollrunner's Note: Propaganda written entirely by myself.] We meet Mettaton in the game mid-transition (in his calculator form) and his entire boss battle is fought after he transforms into the new body his scientist friend, Alphys, made for him. His entire involvement in the game prior to this was him messing with and threatening the protagonist just to make Alphys look good, which is honestly friendship goals.

We meet the character that's likely meant to be his pre-transitioned self, Nobody, in Deltarune, who is notably more withdrawn. Much of the events tied to Chapter 2's secret boss are implied to have him as an unintentional catalyst, as Swatch describes how he'd helped "a lightner" achieve their dreams by designing a robot body that JUST HAPPENS to resemble Mettaton's. How Mettaton's story continues in Deltarune's universe will be determined by future chapters.

[earthsparked]

I’ve been a semi-frequent lurker for a few months and I just wanted to tell you how much I love your content. I have a hard time finding anything reader-insert for transformers that isn’t nsfw, and it’s even harder to find platonic stuff.

Not trying to judge the people who like spicy stuff, but I just want to be friends with the giant space robots and I’m glad there’s content for that :3

I want to hangout, not make out lol

Aw, thank you!! I'm so glad! I am really really happy others are enjoying! <333

Hanging out with the mechs would be so damn good. Once you get past the initial hesitation and introductions, and they figure out that having humans around is good for everyone, they'd be like First Aid. Setting up little human traps to lure you into spending time around them.

Drift's is a little austere but so cozy. He carefully selected seating in colors that are supposed to be calming. There's a shelf of poetry books, and some art supplies and adult coloring books, and blank notebooks so you can express yourself. He's adjusted the lights to be warm and not too bright.

Hot Rod's has a minifridge full of every kind of junk food imaginable, a giant pile of cushions all in his own colors, and an absolutely massive television with a bunch of game systems. The game systems have racing and fighting and football games (and Animal Crossing).

First Aid has several scattered around the medbay, all equipped with water bottles, fruit, earplugs (!!!) and noise-canceling headphones, and a white noise machine. A few weighted blankets, and some carefully selected memory foam beds. There's even canopies to shade out the infirmary lights and drapes you can close to feel enclosed and safe. At least one is tucked into the wall, and they're all carefully out of range of mech feet.

Ratchet does not have any. He gets swarmed by humans anyway.

Optimus Prime is never in one place long enough to maintain a human trap, but he has a sleeper cab that is tricked tf OUT with pillows and fairy lights and books. Minifridge is empty but he always gets groceries delivered if you're coming with him somewhere. There's even some "Learn To ____" craft kits with things like crochet and knitting supplies. And, because a human specifically asked for it, translations of Megatron's early revolutionary works. Talking with humans about it has been surprisingly healing...

Jazz has the most elaborate setup, created for a lot of people to hang out at the same time. He has a whole arcade with BeatSaber, DDR and those sit-on racing games, a stupid huge sound system, movie theater with giant couches you just sink into. There's a popcorn machine and a drink station. (Prowl is pretty sure Jazz just stole the contents of a movie theater, but hasn't been able to prove it.) There are also a bunch of music instruments if you want to play, or learn to play.

Prowl has a human-sized desk for working, a leather couch, the fastest internet you ever saw in your life, every single streaming service, and a coffee bar. It's very quiet, very simple, but you absolutely won't be bothered by anyone else. Prowl will probably not even acknowledge you. It's the ultimate for parallel play.

Bumblebee would rather kidnap you and take you on patrol to where ever you want to go, so he can get you out of the base. There's a whole world out there! He carries extra changes of clothes and shoes and some toiletries in case you end up staying out a long time.

Hound has a little oasis that's practically an indoor temperate forest. Lots of plants, a huge indoor pond with fish and a fountain, a bench to sit on and bask in the light from a skylight. He'd probably invite you to help tend the plants and fish. Offer you some fresh-grown fruit from the trees.

Wheeljack's is officially considered a health hazard. There's boxes and boxes of spare parts and tools to play around with, spare chemicals for experimenting, lots of science texts from Cybertron that he translated (poorly) into Earth languages. A fire extinguisher (Red Alert insisted) and a first aid kit (First Aid insisted). Though most of the time if you're around Wheeljack, he's going to draft you into helping with whatever he's working on, instead.

Bluestreak's is understated but pleasant. He has a hammock set up with a very, very soft blanket and pillow, and he got Sunstreaker to paint a night-time mural with accurate star patterns as seen from Cybertron. There's a few little games and fidget toys, beanbags to toss around, one of those sticky dartboards with fuzzy balls to throw. He also starts a collection of stuffed animals.

Bulkhead has every single Lego set. All of them.

Tailgate and Cyclonus (mostly Tailgate) have messy playthings like silly string, water guns, sculpting clay, finger painting. There's a giant ball pit.

Arcee has actual guns, and a vast array of knives and swords. You're about to learn self-defense whether you want to or not.

Swerve has the most wild karaoke setup you have ever seen, or ever will see, and a clothes closet full of designer outfits and accessories in every possible size and fashion for performing. You're going to feel like a superstar.

Brainstorm has a 40-ounce Big Gulp of soda placed under a cardboard box, held up by a precariously balanced stick, which is attached to a suspicious string that trails off into the distance. The Big Gulp is a holographic projection.

Rung has puzzles, both the flat kind you put together and the 3D kind you have to solve. There's different colors of sand and sculpting tools for expressing yourself in a zen garden. There's a giant plush teddy bear big enough for you to climb in its lap, and calming music. Aromatherapy in pleasant fragrances. Also, lots and lots of candy.

Whirl has alcohol and fireworks.

[latenightdaydreams]

Tutor (fem)

Loser!König x Bully!Reader

MDNI🔞

Part 2 Part 3

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, bully, oral, p in v, virginity loss

2.3k word count

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König is a loser. He’s a 23-year-old virgin college student who is too scared to talk to women. He would much rather stay home and build Gundam’s, play video games, or work on his schoolwork. In public, he is quiet and timid. He tries to blend in to not be seen. Being a whole 6 '10, he can’t. As a child, he was constantly bullied for his size and being chubby. As an adult, he still gets picked on for being tall and awkward.

You are a part of the problem. A short, curvy, big-breasted bitch; the apple of his eye. König sits in the back of class and watches your hips sway as you walk to your seat. The way your breasts bounce like hentai boobies. His cock grows hard as you bend over, making your cleavage more visible to him. Just as he got lost in a trance, you snap him out of it.

“What are you looking at? Freak!”

Your hands on your hips, a disgusted look on your face. König’s face turns red as he realizes that you’ve caught him in the act. You flip him off and turn to sit. He reaches down to adjust his boner, taking a deep breath and letting out a small sigh.

After class, as everyone stands to pack their bags, he stays seated, looking at his cell phone. He has your Instagram profile opened on his phone, gazing at a bikini picture you posted this summer. You look absolutely perfect in your tiny pink bikini. He has become so lost in your photos; he didn’t realize you were walking past him to leave.

“What the fuck?” A loud laugh breaks out.

König looks up to see that you caught him looking at your profile. He turns off the screen of his phone and clears his throat. Inside his chest, his heart pounds so hard it feels like it’s going to explode from embracement.

“Sorry.” His voice is meek as he avoids eye contact with you.

“Fucking loser.” You scoff while walking away.

This was going to be a long year.

Three months into the school year, you haven’t turned in one assignment yet and have failed the few tests you’ve had. The dean sent you a message telling you that if you don’t raise your grades, you would be at risk of being put on academic probation. You needed a tutor, and fast.

König sits in his dorm room at his desk, working on building Lego set #21348, when he hears a knock at his door. He looks over his shoulder at his door, trying to decide if he wants to deal with people. After a few seconds, he stands to answer the door.

Once he opens the door, his eyes grow wide seeing you standing there. “Oh, h-hey y/n.”

“Hey König.” You smile up at him and push him aside, walking into his room. His room is simple and neat. Robot figures anywhere he can place them and a Lego set on his desk. You walk over and look at the set, König walking up behind you.

“So, what is this? Star Wars?”

König tilts his head confused about how wrong you are. Do you even know what Star Wars is? “Uh, no. Star Wars is a space themed futuristic story…” He could see the lack of interest on your face. “So, why are you here?”

“Geez, you’re a bigger fucking nerd than I thought you were.” You say pushing over a mini figure he has posed on the desk. His mouth hangs open, stopping himself from asking you to not do that. He watches as you turn and take a seat on his desk chair.

You look up at König as he towers over you. “You’re smart, right?”

“I guess.” König rubs the back of his neck feeling bashful.

“Well, I’m failing math, and I need a tutor. The issue is… well, I can’t afford one. So I was wondering if you could tutor me.”

This isn’t what he was expecting, well more of not what he hoped for. “I don’t have time to tutor. Sorry.”

Your smile drops and you stand up. “Too busy? You’re always in here building stupid fucking Legos or robot’s models.”

“Technically Gundam’s are mechs, not robots like a transformer.”

“Wow. Okay.” You sound annoyed and uninterested. “So, are you going to help me or not?”

“I already said I can’t.” His voice gets even more timid.

You’re not use to people saying no to you, especially not pathetic men who worship the ground you walk on. In fact, you hate being told no. How fucking dare he.

“So, you can sit and fucking gawk at me, stalk my social media accounts, but you can’t help me for a few fucking hours?” You push his muscular chest.

He stumbles backwards, actually intimidated by you. Speechless, he doesn’t know what to say. His eyes drop to your breasts as you keep walking to him. Not one thought in his mind other than how hot you look at this exact moment.

“I- I uh, I.”

“What? You forgot how to talk?” You push him once more and he falls back on to his bed. As soon as he does, your eyes drift down to the tent growing in his pants and you laugh. König’s eyes go wide as your hand reaches out, grasping his boner through his sweats; his face burning hot. He looks up at you in a daze.

“Oh, wow. Loser actually has a fat cock.” Your other hand grabs his jaw and forces him to look into your eyes. You lean in and lick from his lips to his nose before moving back and letting go of him.

König’s heart is fluttering in his chest, this feels like a dream. His eyes watch like a hungry dog as you pull your tight fitted shirt, unhooking your bra and tossing it aside. Your hands unbutton your jeans and expose a thin thong that barely covers your fat pussy lips.

“Why are you still dressed?” Your voice shocks him out of his daze.

Quickly, he pulls his shirt off. A ripped muscular body is not what you expected him to have under his baggy clothing. He drops his sweat pants along with his boxers allowing his cock to spring free. König, now nude, stands in front of you frozen. His gaze lingering on your pussy. You’re the first woman he’s seen naked in person.

“Do you have condoms?”

He looks at his bedside table, even though he is well aware he has none. “Um, no. I don’t.”

“I knew you were probably a virgin.” He blushes and looks down when you say this. You walk closer to him. “Are you?”

“Ja, I am.”

“No fucking wonder. Lay down.” You demand in a strict tone.

König jumps like a drill sergeant to yell at him. He quickly gets on his bed and looks at you. His cock twitching with excitement. You climb onto the bed with him, straddling his massive body. His hands instinctively rest on your thighs as you lean in and kiss his lips.

“How about I teach you—” You kiss him in between talking. “How to fuck—” His fingers squeeze your thighs. “And you tutor me?”

Without thinking, König nods his head enthusiastically.

“Good. We will start with math.” You giggle, reaching your hand behind his head to pull the pillows away from behind him.

König looks confused by your comment. Math? Then his eyes go wide as you straddle his face. Your twat lingers above him. He gazes up as if you’ve just shown him God. If he could take your scent and make air fresheners, he would. His cock is upright, erect, waiting to taste you.

“Stick your tongue out, big boy.” You lean forward and place your hands on his chest. One hand reaches forward and jerks his cock.

König sticks his tongue out eagerly, watching your body as you lower yourself onto his face. Your pussy rests on his mouth and nose, hips rocking back and forth on his tongue. His eyes flutter closed as he tastes pussy for the first time. How could he have lived this long without tasting this sweet nectar?

His fingers dig into your thighs as he pulls you down closer to his face. His tongue rapidly laps at your cunt, slurping and drinking your wetness. You moan, eyes closing as you continue to grind; he’s surprisingly skilled.

“You want me to suck your cock?”

“Ja, bitte.” He groans, his sound muffled from you sitting on his face.

Leaning forward, you pull his foreskin down and wrap your lips around the tip of his cock. He lets out a moan, his toes curling. Your hands move in motion with your head as you bob your head up and down on his cock. König moans into your sopping wet cunt. He’s in heaven.

König’s hips thrust forward to match your rhythm. One of his hands moves from your thigh up your body to squeeze your breast before roaming back down. When you pull your mouth away from his cock, he thrust forward even more, craving your friction. You lift yourself up off of him, his hands hold on to your thighs tighter as if trying to keep you on him. Reluctantly, he lets you go; swiping his tongue between your folds once more as you stand.

You move your body to the side of him. He watches you as he licks his lips, trying to savor the taste of you. The heat of your pussy radiates over your cock.

“You’re buying me a Plan B right after this.”

“I will.” His eyes are glued to yours.

Slowly you rock your hips over his cock before grasping it at the base. You look into his eyes as you lower yourself on him.

König’s mouth drops open and he lets out a loud groan. His eyes glued to your tight cunt stretching around his cock. He grabs at the blanket underneath him, squeezing it to the point his knuckles are turning white. He can’t last long in your pussy.

“Mein Gott, you- your pussy—” He can’t form a coherent sentence.

His hands reach out for your breasts as you bounce on him. You have the most incredible pair of tits he has ever seen. He’s always known you were hot, but seeing you like this, not even Aphrodite couldn't compare.

You slap away his hand and lean forward. “Grab my ass and fuck me.”

König nods, having seen this in porn before, he knows what to do. He thinks. His large hands grasp your fat ass and squeeze his fingers into the supple flesh; bending his legs at the knee, he begins to thrust up into you.

As he tries his hardest to not cum, his thrust is slow. He looks at the ceiling as his mind is running 110mph. You grab his jaw again, forcing him to look at you.

“Fuck me. Harder.” You demand of him.

“I don’t…want to hurt you.” He struggles to speak, looking up at you through half-lidded eyes.

“If you don’t fuck me hard, we are done here.”

König would not let his crush on the last two semesters just walk away, especially not since he got you to this part. Guys like him don’t get women like you. He grabs you and rolls you over on to the bed, slamming you down a little harder than he meant to. The look on your face tells him you didn’t mind one bit.

He grabs your hips and pulls you to him, slipping his cock back inside of your tight little cunny. You moan out as your hands grab his arms. König doesn’t hold back as he restricts your movements underneath him using his massive size. He pulls his hips back far before slamming down into you. His enormous cock being rammed deep inside of you, deeper than you can take.

“Oh, fuck! Like that you fucking freak!” You moan out.

König lets out a small growl as he ravishes your body, ruining your cunt for any other man. His mouth clashes into yours, desperate for your kiss. A trail of his hot wet kisses leaving from your mouth down to your breasts. He bites the skin around your areola, marking you as his for your stupid fuck buddy to see.

You push him back. “Rub my clit.” You reach for his hand and guide it so he knows where to touch. “Do small circles.”

He nods and begins to rub slowly at first until you yell at him to go faster. König lets out a surprised moan as he feels you tightening around him. Is this what a female orgasm is? Fuck yes! His hips faster, his rhythm slightly off as he tries to also focus on your clit.

“Don’t stop.” König watches in amazement as you arch your back and tremble. Your pussy becomes so wet it's splashing as he rubs it. He feels on top of the world.

Instantly, a loud pitched moan leaves his throat. A stupid smile crosses his face as he eyes go slightly crossed. He cums deep inside of your pussy. As his body naturally falls forward you push him off to the side.

König lays on his back, on cloud nine. His pale eyes study your face and your body as you lay beside him.

“So,” your breathing is still heavy, “I’ll come by tomorrow and we can start working on my tutoring.”

He nods, willing to give you anything you ask for at this point. Mentally, he is not over the fact he just ate and fucked y/n, you, your pussy.

You stand from the bed and begin to get dressed. Your cunt hurts, König fucks like a mating bull. He’s a good fuck though, there is not denying that.

“Oh, and if you tell anyone, you’re dead.”

“I understand.” König watches you as you get dressed with hearts in his eyes. “What are we?”

You stop and look at him for a moment before letting out a small laugh and shaking your head.

Part 2 Part 3

[bckwardsfrwards]

Can you write more Dr. Phosphorus 🙏 the amount of fics he has is criminal, I think I've read all of them available-

Can do Anon, there's a reason I finally picked up the metaphorical pen and started writin again. Not enough content for the Skeleton Doctor.

GN Reader, no specifications but they are a meta human.

No TW, not beta read, I try to use as little (y/n) as I can, crossposted to my ao3 account!!

Word count: 1k

Sing your song Jailbird

(Doctor Phosphorus x Reader)

Getting yourself thrown into Belle Reve was never in your plans. You hadn't intended for things to go down the way they did but that's all it took. One little slip up left you tossing and turning in a cold dank cell.

You couldn't sleep, but that was most nights. Although you had no actual proof it was nighttime. You hadn't seen the outside world since before your incarceration. The guards had kept you in solitary for the first few days, giving some of the more… Animalistic inmates time to grow accustomed to your scent. Kind of like introducing two cats through a closed door so that they don't try to kill each other. Not that you were too worried about actually getting hurt.

You weren't really introduced to your fellow inmates so much as you were shoved into the open common area. Some douchebag guard yelling your last name as a means of identification before slamming the metal doors shut. You grumbled, more annoyed than anything before dusting yourself off and taking in your surroundings.

There weren't really that many other prisoners. Those that caught your attention being a giant shark man that was pointing and laughing at you. An enormous robot sipping from a can of gasoline. And a green skeleton? Rather a skeleton with a green fiery body.

Most of them turned their attention away from you shortly after glancing your way. But the Skeletal man tilted his head at you seemingly curious before going back to his game of solitaire.

You felt like a kid at a new school during recess. No idea who anyone is or how to talk to them. The decision was made for you as the robot drinking diesel made his way over to you. Each step shaking the floor a little.

"Hello new inmate, you seem to be a little disoriented. Could this be, G. I. Robot wonders, because you are secretly Nazi scum?" The robots arm transforms into a giant canon as he speaks, his red eyes glowing a little brighter.

"Woah! Absolutely not what the fuck?" You ask with a mixture of disbelief and disgust, your hands raised in surrender.

"Relax G.I. I don't think this is really Nazi material do you?" The skeletal man asks looking you up and down skeptically.

"Perhaps you are right, Doctor Friend." The robot apparently called G.I. says. Disarming himself and going back to sipping on his oil.

"Why don't you go check on Nina, I'm sure she'd appreciate the company." The irradiated man says, gently patting the metal giant on the back.

"That is a wonderful idea! I will go and check on Friend Nina and her Bride." The robot says cheerfully. You swear you can see a smile on his face as he walks away.

"Sorry about that, he's uh. Not too keen on Nazis."

"I couldn't tell." You say with an unamused roll of your eyes. "I'd rather there be a Nazi killing robot than a killer Nazi robot though." You murmur with a Huff of laughter.

"Yeah, you got that right." He says with a dry chuckle. "I'm Doctor Phosphorus." The strange man says after a beat of silence, turning his head to face you.

"(Y/n)" You say, reaching your hand out to shake his before glancing at his radioactive flesh. You withdraw slightly unsure if you can or should shake his hand.

"(Y/n… Well it's a pleasure to meet you but I wouldn't recommend shaking my hand unless you want to get radiation sickness." He says with a sigh.

You furrow your brow and before you can stop yourself you shake his hand anyway. Surprised at the heat radiating off of his palm. It's warm like when you hold your hand over a pot of boiling water just to feel the steam. You can hear a subtle buzz, a stream of quiet bubbling coming from his body.

He withdraws his hand first looking at it as if he had been burned, before looking back at you.

"Are you stupid or something?"

"Little bit." You say with a wide grin.

"You can't tell but I'm scowling at you with disapproval." The doctor says with a slight shake of his head.

"Well you're a doctor right? You can just fix me up if I get sick."

"I don't know if you can tell but I haven't exactly been a practicing physician recently." He says as he crosses his arms, looking you over again with a tilt of his head.

"How long has it been?" You ask, your brow raised in question.

The doctor sighs, "15 years give or take?"

"Goddamn. Guess I'm never getting out of here huh?" You ask with a dry chuckle.

"You ask a lotta questions (Y/n)."

"Who's Nina?" You question, despite the Doctors complaint.

He chuckles slightly before answering, "She's another inmate here, got hurt on a mission a little while ago. She's in the Med bay with Bride. Which is where you'll end up if you hang around me long enough." He says somewhat dejected.

You laugh lightly not taking his words too seriously. "Who's Bride?"

"Your leader on the field if you ever get picked for a mission." He says as he walks back over to his game of solitaire.

You follow after him with a skip in your step. You were already warming up to this guy even if he wasn't 100% sure about you. He takes a seat and glances obviously at the chair beside him, silently asking if you're going to take it.

You sit down and fold your hands in your lap, twiddling your thumbs. You expect him to keep playing his game of solitaire but you're surprised as he shuffles the cards carefully. You wonder how he isn't burning them.

"You know how to play go fish?" He asks as he starts dealing the cards between the two of you. Not bothering to wait for a response.

"Yeah, it's been a while though." You say, glancing from his hands to his face and back.

"That's just fine with me Jailbird." He says as he picks up his cards, rearranging his decks order.

You smile at him with a little mirth in your eyes. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

I'll write a part 2 if anyone really likes this! cheesey little ending but i figure its better to leave it open ended :) It's just the basic reader is an inmate in Belle Reve au. Although I am including Nina surviving and being nursed back to health while Bride watches over her.

[nervousspacerobot]

Who is #274 👀

You chose 274

274 corresponds to Devastator

Devastator first appears in The Transformers (1984) US issue #10 and UK issues #35-36

Devastator is a combiner made out of six Constructicons: Scrapper, Scavanger, Bonecrusher, Hook, Long Haul, and Mixmaster. A combination into a Decepticon of pure instinct and that instinct is violence.

Spoilers below.

The way Devastator was made in the G1 Marvel Comics is extremely fucked up. The Constructicons were made by Shockwave, who made them by kidnapping Optimus Prime, and taking him apart, leaving only his head. Optimus Prime houses the Creation Matrix, which can make new Transformers. Shockwave used Optimus Prime and his Creation Matrix and instilled life into the Constructicons, which merge to form Devastator. It's a whole thing.

[tinfoil-jones]

Jerk Ford AU: "Quality" Time

Jerk Ford returns home slightly earlier than in canon, sometime between the episodes "The Love God" and "Northwest Mansion Mystery".

Compared to Canon Ford, despite being rude and unpleasant to everybody, Jerk Ford spends much more time with the family! And also his former lab assistant; Retired Tech Billionaire, Old Man McGucket. This is because he and Stan are not fighting, so Stan doesn't try to keep Ford away from everybody. He encourages it, actually.

Results may vary.

Jerk Ford with Stanley:

*exactly 10 minutes after Jerk Ford dispatches the gov't agents*

"Stanley, I'm so glad to finally be home. You wouldn't believe how much I missed you. I knew I'd come back eventually, but I'm sorry it took so long and you had to save me from my mistakes again. I can't wait for us to move on with the rest of our lives."

"Me too, bro. Now-" *hands him a pamphlet*

"What's this?"

"A catalogue of therapists. Pick one."

"...Wha-."

"If you don't pick a therapist in the next five minutes I am going to drag you by the hair to the nearest shrinks office you emotionally constipated, underfed f**k."

Jerk Ford with his Niblings:

Wendy: I've been having these nightmares about Northwest Manor...

Soos: No sweat, dude. We can go there, and see that whatever you're scared of is just a part of your imagination.

Jerk Ford: You're going to need my help. I'm going with you.

Soos: Hold your horses, dawg. No one asked for more help. This whole trip might just prove the girl-dude shouldn't be sleeping with her nightlight off.

Jerk Ford: Lava lamp.

Wendy: How did you...? What, did you break into my house?

Jerk Ford: *scoffs* Please.

Jerk Ford:

Jerk Ford: I break into everyones house.

Jerk Ford with his Grand-Niblings:

Dipper: I will send you STRAIGHT TO HADES, where you belong!

Jerk Ford: I'll see you there, pipsqueak. Well, I'll try to; I'd need a magifiying glass.

Dipper: Why you-

Mabel: Why can't we ever play a normal game of Go Fish?

Jerk Ford with Retired Tech Billionaire Old Man McGucket:

Fiddleford: It's an entire dimension of sentient robots?

Jerk Ford: Mhmm.

Fiddleford: And they have the ability to take the form of normal Earth vehicles should they choose?

Jerk Ford: Yes.

Fiddleford: And there's been a civil war raging between two factions of them for a thousand years?

Jerk Ford: What about it?

Fiddleford:

Fiddleford: Ford, you're talking about The Transformers.

Jerk Ford: The what?

[little-mechanic-monster]

🩶 Robotic Age Regression Things 🩶

Never quite having felt like a person but not having to hide it anymore! No masking tone or facial expressions, no more forced smiles or laughs because robots are allowed to be as monotone as they want!

Beeping and booping all the time. Humming, wizzing and whirring. It's not stimming, it's processing! Very important for little bots!

Still learning how to navigate. Stumbling and tripping and falling, each time getting better and better because your processing power is so strong!

Asking So. Many. Questions. Learning is very important for a little machine!

Saying "Does not compute" when things are confusing.

Recharging instead of napping.

Refueling instead of eating/drinking.

Museums and arcades instead of parks.

Leaning all you can about everything! Especially space and the ocean, because that's where the best robots get to go when they grow up!

Pretending to be a rover exploring the moon.

Legos, building blocks, buttons, levers, switches and dials. Wind up toys and coding games. Playing scratch.

Transformers, Star Wars, My Life As a Teenage Robot, Invader Zim, Wall-E, Astro Boy, Mega Man, Treasure Planet and The Iron Giant.

LED and neon lights, star projectors, bubble columns and glow in the dark stickers.

Clothes and toys that glow in the dark, light up shoes, big glasses and headbands with robot antennas!

Old web. The sims 2, nintendogs, portal, and clicking random spaces in minesweeper!

Never being ashamed of being weird or different because that's exactly how a little robot is supposed to be!

[poltergeist0002]

Some things you need to know about Kazuma Kaneko design

Throughout the years, I've frequently encountered people asking: 'Why do some of Kaneko demon designs differ from their original mythological depictions? Is he unaware of the authentic imagery? Or did he reference incorrect sources?'

There are multifaceted reasons, which typically include the following:

Game narrative requirements This is usually the main factor. For instance, in "Persona 1&2, all the demons were designed as a set of stage costumes with masks, reminiscent of ancient Greek dramas.In the DDSat series, all the demons are required to appear as carnivorous beasts without eyes.

Avoiding Visual Repetition‌ Some designs intentionally adopt less iconic representations to prevent stylistic overlap. For example, his depiction of Michael drew inspiration from a statue in Coventry Cathedral to distinguish it from the traditional imagery of the other three archangels.

Creative reinterpretation He often reinterprets mythological figures through his imagination and endows them with brand-new images. For instance, his robotic depiction of Metatron stems from the figure’s origin as the human prophet Enoch – the transformation from human → cyborg symbolizes Enoch’s ascension into an angelic being. While such designs may deviate from classical depictions, his conceptual explanations often reveal their underlying logic.

Pre-internet research limitations. he largely worked without online resources during his prime creative period, making occasional inaccuracies in references inevitable.(Just think about it. We didn't have wiki until 2003, and by then it was already the era of SMT3.)

Mystical inspiration. At times, he follows intuitive, almost revelatory impulses to create designs he cannot fully rationalize. For example, his insistence that Bellis should be cyan and Eligor red defies conventional logic or color symbolism.

To illustrate these points, I will elaborate with specific examples:

Cerberus。Yes, the Cerberus from Kaneko doesn't look like it was in Greek mythology. It usually has only one head. It doesn't even look like a dog but more like a lion. Why? Doesn't Kaneko know that Cerberus is a three-headed dog?

The first Cerberus, which originated from the Digital Devil Story： megami tensei (1986) novel and the OVA animation (1987) adapted from the novel. Design by Hiroyuki Kitazume

here is a requirement for its appearance proposed by the story: Cerberus must be massive enough because it needs to carry the male and female protagonists as they leap through the mountains. As a righteous character, it shouldn’t be too ugly. Thus, as you can see, to meet these conditions, the designer didn’t depict it as a hound but instead rendered it as a lion.

The second Cerberus comes from the first Atlus megami tensei game(1987).You can see that its appearance follows the design in the OVA animation, just changing it to white,a white lion.

The third Cerberus comes from the second Atlus megami tensei game(1990) Design by Kazuma Kaneko.

This is his first Cerberu art from SMT1(1992).Now you won’t question why it doesn’t resemble the imagery of Greek mythology – since the Atlus game has inherited megami tensei’s name and design. This "white lion Cerber" has become a traditional hallmark of megami tensei.

The fourth Cerberu comes from Soul Hacker(1997) This time Kaneko wants to make some changes. Cerberu has three heads. However, Kaneko still retained the tradition of the white lion and did not turn it into a hunting dog. So this time Cerberu is a white lion with three heads.You can still see the influence from the OVA animation.

The fifth Cerberos comes from reamek SMT1 (2001) It is basically a redrawing of the 1992 version, more detailed and more like a big white lion. The 3D models in today's Atlus games are all based on this art piece as a reference standard.

The sixth Cerberus originates from DIGITAL DEVIL SAGA (2004). DIGITAL DEVIL SAGA is not a member of the SMT series, so this time there was no need for Kaneko to keep Cerberus looking like a white lion. However, this version's design purpose isn't to perfectly recreate the Cerberus from Greek mythology either.Similar to the White Lion from the OVA, this design also serves for game narrative requirements.

In DIGITAL DEVIL SAGA, the setting revolves around a digital world, So Kaneko used reflected in the design through geometric lines, sharp angles, and glowing circuit patterns to emphasize this is a "digital Cerberus" and, In this story, It isn't a real Cerberus, but an "Asura"—Humans infected by the virus turned into demons, driven solely by predatory instincts. so,none of Asura have eyes (the red parts resembling eyes are actually the upper jaws of its mouths) So, this version is actually digital Cerberus, not Cerberus from Greek mythology

The seventh Cyperus, from Tsukuyomi: The Divine Hunter (2025)

As you can see, this time, its appearance is completely in line with the description in Greek mythology. It doesn't look like a lion. It has three heads. Its abdomen and tail look like a snake.

Because this game has nothing to do with the SMT series, it doesn't put forward any requirements in terms of game narrative either. So this time, Kaneko only needed to draw a Greek mythological version of Cerberus.

I believe after reviewing the seven design versions above, you now understand:

Kaneko had a clear understanding of Cerberus' depiction in mythology. Had he wanted to, he could have faithfully reproduced the exact Cerberus from Greek mythology. The reason his SMT Cerberus differs from classical representations is because the demand from the game.

This isn't an isolated case limited to Cerberus. I plan to continue introducing more such examples in the future.Thank you for watching.

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Major case of cold sleepyness

Alpha trion or any character idk

Eating their respective y/n out, and getting very pussy drunk

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ohohoho... now you're speaking my language! also, i hope you feel better soon!

tf one alpha trion x afab!reader

contains: established relationship, no specified reader gender, human reader, reader being a smart mouth, cunnilingus, face/tongue riding, g/t (though this is transformers so that kinda comes with the territory), multiple orgasms, pussy drunk gilf robot. terms for reader's bits include pussy, hole, folds, and clit.

you really should've known better.

you knew alpha trion well. you knew that he was wise and intelligent beyond your imagination. you knew that he never liked having his knowledge called into question. and you knew that he never backed down from a challenge.

but that didn't stop you from mouthing off to him in the berth, did it?

the two of you had decided to take your relationship from friends to partners a while ago, but due to the vast species and culture difference, you'd been taking things slow for the time being. the relationship had been tricky to figure out at first, like the differences in dating across cultures and trying to find each other gifts, but the two of you were determined to make it work.

physical intimacy had been the elephant in the room for a while now. the both of you wanted it, but the size difference made anything apart from cuddles and kisses difficult. the usual route wasn't an option; even with mass displacement, alpha trion was a giant, far too big to handle. fingering was also tricky; the most you could do was rut against his huge digits.

the idea came when the two of you were relaxing in alpha trion's berth after a long day. you were resting on his chestplate, planting lazy kisses on his chin. as you listened to his engine rumble with laughter, you had an idea, one which spread a mischievous smirk on your face.

"hey alpha," you'd said, making the big bot perk up. "i think i know a way we might be able to get around our whole size difference thing."

"oh?" alpha trion said, tilting his head to one side. "what's your plan?"

"maybe i don't have to use your fingers or your... you call it a spike, right?" you said. "maybe i could try using your tongue."

alpha trion's eyes lit up, quickly catching onto your idea. "my glossa? ah, that's something i'm familiar with."

you couldn't silence a surprised laugh, which made the big bot raise a brow ridge. "are you saying you've eaten pussy before?" you asked.

"i've been alive about as long as cybertron has been around," alpha trion said, clearly unamused by your insinuation. "i have experience. i'm sure a human's valve wouldn't be difficult to figure out."

"really?" you smirked. "you've been in stasis for fifty years. how can i know you haven't lost your touch?"

"what are you implying?" alpha trion asked, squinting up at you.

"i'm saying, maybe you aren't as good as you once were, old bot," you fired back.

that definitely got his attention. "ah," alpha trion said. "old, you say?"

"yeah," you said with a nod. "old and out of touch."

"if that's how it's going to be," alpha trion said. "i can play your little game."

"alright," you grinned. "prove me wrong, old bot. i dare you."

that was how you found yourself in your current position, half naked and seated on the edge of alpha trion's jaw with your legs dangling into his mouth, held in place by his servo as he ate you out with a fervor you never would've expected out of him.

you initially didn't think he'd be able to do much, considering the fact that his mouth wasn't shaped like that of most other bots. as it turned out, that didn't matter; his massive tongue did all the work. it felt like silicone, pliable beneath your curious touch, coated in a thick saliva which helped it glide against your skin without any unwanted friction. as you reached out with one hand to feel it, you realized that it wasn't entirely smooth; his tongue was had ridges across its width, almost as if it were segmented, along with little bumps like human taste buds.

once alpha trion decided that you'd done enough exploring, he lazily dragged his tongue up the length of your pussy, taking his time to really taste you. you shuddered as you felt the ridges of his tongue rub against your folds, something so strange and alien and yet so perfect.

the huge bot below you let out a low, satisfied sounding groan as he pulled his tongue back. you whined at the loss of contact and tried to buck your hips forward, itching to feel something. alpha trion must've decided that that wouldn't do, as he fixed his grip on you so that your hips were forced down against his jaw. apart from your arms and your head, you couldn't move a muscle. the message was clear; you asked for this, and by primus, he was going to give it to you.

the lack of contact only lasted for a moment before alpha trion got to work, bringing his tongue back up to taste you. his movements seemed exploratory, feeling between your legs, trying to work out what you liked the most. whether he knew it or not, he was teasing you relentlessly. each movement of his thick tongue against your pussy sent another rush of heat to your belly.

after a minute of exploration, alpha trion seemed to have an idea, as he began focusing his ministrations entirely on your hole. he flicked the tip of his tongue upward, tracing around your folds, before pressing into your hole, tonguefucking you with gusto. your thighs shook as you tried to squeeze your legs around his tongue, desperately trying to rock your hips, with no luck. the bumps at the tip of his tongue caught along your inner walls, making you whine and plead for more. it didn't reach inside you as deeply as a toy might've, but it was so thick, stretching you open deliciously, with a texture unlike anything you'd ever felt before.

it wasn't long before you came all over his tongue with a yell, toes curling and legs spasming as your fluids spilled down his tongue. alpha trion must've liked the taste, as he moaned loudly, sending vibrations straight to your pussy.

the big bot didn't give you any chance of reprieve, going straight back to tonguefucking you like there was no tomorrow. you started to cry out from overstimulation, repeating alpha's name over and over. your begging had quite the effect on your partner, as he moved his free servo to palm at his modesty panel. still, he never broke his focus on you, determined to make you come again.

he dragged his tongue back in a way which rubbed against your clit, which made you gasp. alpha trion stopped and pulled his tongue back, squinting, watching your reaction. once he was certain that you weren't hurt in any way, he experimentally ran his tongue back over that same spot. the way the little bumps of his tongue rubbed against your clit made you whimper and strain against his servo, chasing that friction.

a dark, determined look grew in alpha trion's optics, and before you could ask him what he was thinking, he resorted to relentlessly teasing your clit, swirling around it with the tip of his tongue. to your surprise, he loosened his grip around your waist, and you took full advantage of that, grinding against his tongue. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you chased your orgasm. alpha trion moaned at the taste of your juices running down his tongue, and the vibrations from his moaning combined with the ridges of his tongue catching on your clit were too much to handle.

before you knew it, you were coming all over again, gripping onto alpha trion's digits for dear life as you came so hard that your whole body shook. thankfully, alpha trion took mercy on you this time, licking you clean before pulling you up off of his mouth.

the look on your partner's face was somewhere between smug and deeply aroused, his pale eyes dark with lust as he gazed over your body. as you laid back in his servo, trying to collect yourself, alpha trion laughed and gently rubbed your torso with his thumb.

"not too old for you," he said. even though you couldn't see his face anymore, you could hear the smirk in his voice.

"you're right," you conceded. "you win. holy shit, you're good at this."

alpha trion let you lay there a minute, massaging your little body with his thumb, before he maneuvered you back into position, holding you over his mouth once again.

"alpha-?" you said, not believing where this was going.

"oh, i'm not done with you yet, sweetspark," alpha trion practically purred, his eyes flickering with a thirst you'd never seen in him before. "let's see how many more i can get out of you..."

your heart leaped in your chest as you realized the perfect torture you were in for, helpless to do anything but squirm as alpha trion set you back on the edge of his jaw, bringing his tongue up to you once again.