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All three of them are cheating

(tfa bee and b127 are eating the cards)

locking in this year's birthday post two days early :D - i don't want to be drawing in this heat lol

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HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!!

[ID: art of Eeveelutions holding pride flags in their mouths. They are as follows

1. Eevee, with a progress pride flag (intersex inclusive version)

2. Flareon, lesbian flag

3. Vaporeon, pan flag

4. Jolteon, nonbinary flag

5. Umbreon, ace flag

6. Espeon, bi flag

7. Leafeon, aro flag

8. Glaceon, gay/vincian flag

9. Sylveon, trans flag

End ID.]

ID by @anistarrose! Ty for the ID!!

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YOOOO BOI WE GETTING THERE!!!

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I send this upon you, to cash in at any time:

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Inbox Nuke. So you may close and do another inbox wipe should you so choose. No request or anything.

🤣 at this point, it’s morbid curiosity to see how bad it can get. I wish the inbox had a search feature, because it would definitely make my life easier. 🔞 🌶️

Cybertronian Relationship/Intimacy Headcanons

Let those Cybertronians make noises, delve into details and sensations, into the fact that they’re not human. They act human enough, their expressions so like our own, that they lull you into feeling comfortable and it’s easy to forget. The first time they growl when you’re touching them and it’s a vocalization underlaid with the rev of their engine. Hearing them rumbling with the soft click of their fan cycling on. Trying to climb in their lap and digging a knee into mesh inside a seam, both of you startling at the unexpected blare of their horn. A seeker getting too warm during and their turbines kicking on with a whine, if you have longer hair you look like a very small, benign tornado got you afterward.

The first time Ratchet, Red Alert, or Prowl get head, their lights and sirens go off. They’re mortified and you’re laughing too hard to keep going. The bots getting too warm during sex. Having to stop in the middle to hit the washracks and cool off because they’re not burning you, but your skin is flushed red from the contact and it’s uncomfortable. Trying to get some space from your bot after sex because they’re too hot and you’re sweating only to get dragged back into them because they want to cuddle. It’s like getting spooned by a space heater.

Pressure lines on your skin from the edges and seams of their plating when you lay on them. So many bruises on your hips and thighs. The ambient thrum of their spark sinking into you, getting so used to it that you can’t sleep without it. The random revs, whirs, and clicks of noise their internal systems make all the time becoming white noise after a while. The heat and breathless, electricity of their spark when you run your fingers through it. Feeling it pull at you, teasing yourself and them with every touch, bombarded with bits of them, emotions and memories sinking into you in little prickles until you want to drown yourself in it. In them. Wanting to lose yourself to them completely and feel them cradling you in warmth knowing you’re safe. Addicted to that sensation of being seen and accepted.

When they slip up and start murmuring sweet nothings in their own language. Confessing the things they’re too nervous to just say to you. The cultural misunderstandings. Innocent things to one partner confusing the other. Sharing a meal an act of intimacy for Cybertronians. Energon so scare that the act of giving their fuel or ration to another becomes an act of love. Giving up fuel that was hard to come by to make sure their partner had enough even if they go without. Driven to feed you because they need to take care of you, to prove you matter to them.

Elaborate or simple conjunx gifts made from bits of themselves to adorn you. Mostly made by themself, but sometimes they might ask for help for complicated designs beyond their skill level. A physical show of their commitment that should be given before bonding but might even be given before intimacy. If it’s not explained to you, it’s just a pretty bit of metal in your bot’s colors. And you can’t understand why your partner becomes irritated if you don’t wear it at all times, but the mech might be too embarrassed to explain why it’s not just jewelry. They also might just pinch the clasp closed to prevent you from removing it altogether to avoid explaining.

The shockingly, humbling intimacy of you riding in their alt mode. Of having someone inside them, touching parts of them that have never been touched. The reassuring warmth and barely there weight of you tucked inside them trusting yourself to them. Not understanding how big a deal it is, but the bot is losing it if you actually fall asleep inside them on a long ride, curling up in their seat. Trusting them completely.

Unconsciously pulsing or cycling their biolights for you trying so hard to telegraph what they want without just saying it. Almost coming undone at the feel of soft, human fingers tracing their biolights because they’re pretty and not understanding that you’re flirting back now. Human hands on wings, chevrons, and antenna. Just lazily exploring without realizing those are all so sensitive, loaded with sensory arrays and you might as well be caressing their modesty panel. Warm mouths on neck cables and mesh, biting softly, those blunt nails dipping into mesh between seams while your partner’s venting raggedly.

Being reluctant to pull out after, curling themself around you, your head tucked under their chin. Wanting more, wanting everything and unsure how to just ask instead of taking. Worrying in the quiet after if the differences between you both are insurmountable. If there’s no way to overcome them in the long run. Servos toying with soft hands, lazily playing with your fingers while you drowse against them. Not recharging even as your breathing evens out with sleep, kept up by their own worries. Knowing they’re not safe, that being with them when they’re actively at war puts you in danger and that the kind thing would be to let you go. And unable to, needing your warmth to fill out the empty places hollowed out by a millennia of fighting and death. Wanting to feel something real. Something that isn’t hate, anger, or fear. Wanting to be allowed this.

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my cliffjumper 🥰

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quick anim for my friend

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Sharing this again because Tumblr hid it in the shadows last time! I really loved working on this dramatic fantasy scene; hope it finds everyone now 🗡️✨😊

My first ever commission is complete!! I'm so grateful for the chance! I've been given permission to it on my art accounts. (lookie in the corner it's my new signature!!!)

I've tagged my client's social medias below:

Their Instagram

Their BlueSky Social

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More Pride month W.I.P shots!! Meet my OCs: Bathilde and her poltergeist girlfriend, Tassia!

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I got pride month stuff I'm working on!! I'll be updating with some W.I.P.s for a bit! Here's some LGBT self portrait snapshots (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

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Oh good the sparkling stories are the best ❤️😩

The babs

Everything Is Alright Pt 163

Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• “Let go,” you demand, shoving at Megatron’s hands on you. “It’s okay.” Honestly, you have no idea if it is, but you can’t stand it. She’s right there cradled in Starscream’s big hands. Straining against Megatron’s grip, you hear him growl at you. But he’s struggling up, an arm hooked around you as he lets you reach and lift the sparkling into your arms. Dimly aware of Starscream tensing as he watches, his wings flicking. That he’s rolling slightly, but not mass shifting. Ready to grab for her if she shifts back to full size. And she’s heavier than you expect. Warm as she warbles uncertainly and Megatron’s reaching around you to cup her little head, help you get her settled against you.

• “Hello, little seeker,” Megatron murmurs as the little one clings to you. Big optics reminiscent of your eyes stare up at him and he vents brushing a servo against her cheek. And stilling when she latches onto one of his servos, mouthing hungrily with a soft whine. And Soundwave is stalking off as you adjust her weight in your arms. Hearing you whispering to her as you brush your mouth shakily against her.

• Anxiety humming through him at Megatron touching his sparkling, those big, violent hands on her fragile frame. And he’s mass shifting reaching and wanting to drag you and her into him. To hold his family, protect you both. When you look up at him, you’re smiling and leaking, his little emotional mate. Venting, he cups the back of your head and presses his mouth against your forehead, trying to ignore Megatron right there. Too close for comfort and setting all his instincts on edge. “She looks like you,” he says and you wrinkle your nose at him in disagreement. Reaching to touch the flat of one of her soft, forming wing nubs, he studies her tiny servos, her joints, the way her gray body is flushing faintly with color.

• Shockwave looks up when Soundwave ducks into the lab and raids his energon, digging through syringes and vials. Before looking at the scientist when he can’t find anything likely to work for his needs. Everything Cybertronian sized and too big while the little one is mass shifted. “The sparkling needs fuel,” he says and Shockwave’s antenna flick before he’s pulling out a clean cloth and tearing it into a smaller piece, fetching an energon goodie and striding past him without a word.

• Megatron at your back, Star at your front, and your daughter in your arms. Realizing you can feel the soft, warm thrum of her spark against you, your head lifts when the door opens and your smile falters seeing Shockwave with Soundwave right behind him. And you stiffen when Shockwave mass shifts and joins you, Soundwave following suit. Eyes narrowing when Shockwave tears a bit off of an energon goodie and wraps it in a cloth, squeezing to make it ooze energon before he’s holding it out.

• Venting, Megatron reaches to take the little bundle of energon since you won’t and he offers it to the sparkling, smiling when she latches on, with a warble. And you’re staring up at Soundwave as he reaches to touch your face, your cheek. It’s strange, this feeling of belonging. Didn’t want any of this, but now he needs it. Needs you and this little sparkling. “You’re going to be a fine warrior and a worthy successor,” he growls and Starscream stiffens as you blow out a breath. “You’ll need a warrior’s name that will strike fear in the sparks of your enemies,” he adds, catching the look you and Starscream exchange. Apparently it’s not occurred to either of you to think of names and he’s not that surprised.

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seeker prowl courtesy of me and my impulse AUs

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Cy-garettes and energon

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(unofficial) Dratchet art by Jack Lawrence, one of the comic artists of LL.

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Hi rev! Its my birthday today! While one of my soundwaves hasn't arrived yet, wondering if you'd be up for an interlude featuring soundwave and either jazz and/or blaster? I adore my music bois so much

Ahhhh! Tiny Soundwave! Happy birthday!

🔞 Mass displaced mechs 🌶️

Interludes Pt 19

Soundwave, Blaster, Jazz x Reader

• Wrapping up a set, Jazz turns to glance back at Soundwave and Blaster bickering softly about whose timing was off. Again. “See that,” Jazz says, leaning an arm on Soundwave’s shoulder to make the Decepticon’s field prickle at him as he jerks his head at the floor. And the human dancing in the middle of a group, a sash across your body as you laugh. ‘Happy birthday?’ Blaster murmurs and Jazz reaches to grab the red bot’s chassis. “That’s right. They’re here celebrating their creation day,” Jazz says, tugging the other two closer. “And it’s our duty to make it truly memorable,” he adds solemnly.

• “Yeah, you just want to frag the little human,” Blaster counters, watching you dance, laughing as someone pushes a brightly colored shot into your hand. ‘I want us to frag the little human until they can’t remember their own name,’ Jazz corrects, not at all embarrassed, but then not much phased the spy. And Blaster glances at Soundwave, the Decepticon watching. Wasn’t exactly sold the first time Jazz had invited his old rival to join them without asking him first, but the other mech is now a constant in their little group. Adding a human, though? And before he or Soundwave can agree or discuss it, Jazz is vaulting off the stage to startled gasps from the humans as he stalks over. Bending to whisper in your ear, a hand gently turning you and Blaster awkwardly raises a hand as Soundwave growls. “You get used to it,” Blaster tells him, jumping down to follow Jazz and not at all surprised when Soundwave follows.

• Flushing as Jazz leads you to the bar to get a room token, you’ve been watching all three music bots, showing up to listen to their haunting, alien vocals and fantasize. Hadn’t really thought you’d get a turn with one, let alone all three, though. Your first orgy. Does it count as an orgy if it’s only four of you? You’re honestly not sure as Blaster joins you, a hand on the bar behind you so you’re trapped between him and Jazz. “Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you, kitten,” Jazz whispers, voice dipping to a low purr as Soundwave joins you. And they’re surrounding you, a hand against the small of your back, another on your hip as your blood heats. You can smell them, you realize. Musk, spice, and metal.

• It’s still strange to be a part of this, to be with Jazz and Blaster, Autobots. Following at a distance as they coax and flirt with you, Soundwave still feels like an outsider sometimes. And then Jazz turns and grabs his wrist, pulling him closer before letting go to let them all into the room and he reaches to shut the door behind their group. Watching you nervously start stripping, fingers fumbling as your nervousness hums through his processor until he approaches and kneels at your feet. Helping you strip off layers, mask retracting so his mouth can skim against soft, warm skin. Coaxing you like the other two had coaxed him to their berths, hearing Jazz singing happy birthday to you.

• Gripping your hips as he grins crookedly at Soundwave, the other mech’s mouth sliding against you as you grip his helm with a startled moan. And Jazz bends to grab your birthday sash off the floor with your other discarded coverings, draping it across your naked body before turning your face his way and claiming your mouth with his. Venting to pull the scent of you and the other two deep and loving how you mingle with them. Like you were made to be with them. “Want to lay down Sounders?” He growls, splaying a hand against your side as you tremble against Soundwave’s mouth. And the Decepticon growls, but eases down between your thighs, laying on his back, palms sliding up your thighs as Jazz gently turns you around to face Jazz, easing you down on Soundwave.

• Something about watching the Decepticon under you, submitting for Jazz strings Blaster tight. Watching Soundwave’s big hands grip your hips as you rock against his mouth with a moan, blaster straddles Soundwave’s thighs. “Open up for me,” he whispers, palms sliding up warm metal as Soundwave growls and releases the plating hiding his spike and valve. And Blaster shifts between Soundwave’s thighs, releasing his own spike and sheathing himself with a groan, trapping Soundwave’s spike between their frames to make the mech groan as he ruts against him. Helm brushing your lower back, he mouths your skin as he moves inside Soundwave.

• Gasping as Soundwave’s glossa tunnels inside you, Jazz’s hand cups your cheek, a servo stroking your bottom lip. And he’s freeing his own spike for you, biolights pulsing as his head tips. And you don’t hesitate, reaching for him as Soundwave devours you, your mouth slides against Jazz, closes on the heads of his spike, tasting him. Watching his visor dim as his servos tangle in your hair. You can hear Blaster behind you, growling as his plating smacks into Soundwave, and your blood heats until you feel molten with need.

• Snarling, hips bucking and spike aching and sensitive where Blaster keeps rubbing against it, Soundwave groans as you shudder against his mouth, your cry muffled by Jazz’s spike. And Blaster is lifting his hips, driving into him harder and faster. Dimly aware of Jazz swearing as he overloads and Soundwave groans, so close. Just needs more. “I want the human,” he growls, words muffled against your slick flesh. ‘Ease up Blaster,’ Jazz growls and the other mech leans back. Letting Jazz lift you and pull you down on Soundwave’s spike facing Blaster, your legs hooked around the Autobot’s waist and Soundwave groans at the wet heat of you wrapped around his spike and the feel of Blaster inside him as the other mech begins to move again, hips pumping and you have to hang on for balance.

• Knew you were going to be perfect. Smiling, Jazz watches Soundwave buck and snarl beneath you both, listening to you moaning and Blaster whispering praise for how good Soundwave is being. Knowing the other mech is going to bend him over the berth and frag him hard for the teasing. And you arch with a cry, coming apart so quickly, so responsive for them, making Soundwave shudder with his own overload. Sliding his servos along his own spike as Blaster groans and overloads, hips rocking. Smiling down at Soundwave as the mech raggedly vents, Jazz lifts you off Soundwave’s spike and carries you to the plush berth, bending you over and sheathing himself in you. Hips pumping, he hears Blaster and Soundwave squabbling, before the Decepticon’s hands land on the berth on either side of his hips. Apparently wanting him instead. Not that he’s complaining as he shifts his plating and growls when Soundwave drives into him. And he’s no longer in control, being driven into you in hard thrusts when Soundwave ruts against him. “Little rougher, Sounders,” he growls, optics shuttering behind his visor, hearing the wet sound of you wrapped around his spike almost lost to the noise of Soundwave’s hips and thighs smacking into him. The bed dipping as Blaster sprawls out beside you on the bed, servos lazily playing with his spike before dipping inside his valve and pumping. Oh, yeah. They’re definitely keeping you as you moan his name, writhing under him.

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sorry

he's just sleeping.

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Second part of a commission by @aleciosun for a scene in ch 4 of this Ao3 fic. See first half of comic here.

The two new bots are the artist's original design (My head-canon is they're two of the many bots that will die in the WFC).

I love it when people remember how sassy Starscream's meant to be. So often I see him watered down in fanworks, so it's fun to have him be a full-on meangirl.

And come-on, how could I NOT have Ratchet snuck in? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

follow-up scene

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good morning gay people!!