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Porcelain crab rampage

Idk i made his antennae too straight and he looks sopping wet and sad which wasnt really what i was going for x'<

Im going to take this opportunity to show off my phone case again cuz tumblr didnt show the post to anyone yaya

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Did more, as I said-

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Link

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The fact that Jinx didn't react to Overlord's display just made her all the more interesting to Overlord and ohhh- that look of disgust on her face- Overlord shivered, depraved desires surfacing in his mind. Maybe if he pleased her she might deign to step on him? Slice in to his protoform while he was restrained? Even torture his array.... fraggg- I was just intoxicating thinking about it! He squirmed in his plating, swallowing dryly and feeling the heat build behind his panels. He very nearly forgot to pay attention to what Jinx was actually saying.

Tasks. All very achieveable. All very fun! The triple changer could not have been happier to take on that sort of work, already cataloguing tools in his mind, deciding between brute force and careful, drawn out suffering. The latter would take patience and time. Hm...

"Goddess... I would adore serving you in such a manner." Overlord's vents came a little heaving, engine whirring in obvious excitement and his field tinged with lust.

"Might I asked after a timeframe? How long do I have to play with these little bots before I put them out of their misery?" Wicked grin of anticipation forming on the blue bot's lips.

The first would be fun, second merely a quick kill after a boring job. Overlord was most looking forward to torturing the last group of mechs Jinx mentioned, making the others watch as he had his way with them in whatever fashion took his fancy. That was always so very rewarding.

Down Jinx's look went from almost bored to mildly disgusted. She was completely unimpressed by the display, if anything she found it distasteful. There were other frames she found more appealing to look at, and they didn't even have to try to be 'sexy'.

She picks up her drink, claws clicking against the glass and staring down at him, even if she had to look up.

"Work on your delivery. You shouldn't have spilled a drop, at any point." She even sounded condescending, like she didn't even notice the way he wiggled his hips or moved to be more enticing.

She used the ruststicks to lazily stir her energon, before taking one and putting it on her glossa. She licked it, before snapping it, breaking it in half almost pointedly.

"Now, I have a few tasks for you. I do hope they wont be failures. You know better than to fail me, yes?" She didn't bother waiting for an answer.

"First task is a mech making a mess of things. He's failed to deliver his payments time and time again, and I am not giving him another chance. I want him tortured and displayed somewhere pointed. I will give you the coordinates to where I want him displayed. Second task is delivery. I have some product that needs moving, and the messanger needs a guard. Once he's done his job, dispose of him. No loose ends. Third task may be the most fun for your sick fantasies. I have a small group of mechs that need to be taught a lesson. Leave only one alive. Kill the rest however you see fit."

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L -> R. click for better quality

“shovel” talk - vortex edition

i had to post this twice bc i didnt have wifi the first time so uhhh yeah👍

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There’s just something about this guy and flowers.

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// Guys I don't think I ask for much? But I need some help...

My spouse was run over by our Mercedes today. The SUV died on a busy stretch of road. They managed to push it out the way but at one point their bad leg gave out. Making them fall and ending up with their good leg going under a tire.

They've had to go to ER.

I'm waiting on a tow. It will be an hour.

But I need help getting the SUV repaired so my spouse doesn't get hurt again. If you could help us out at all I would deeply appreciate it...

ko-fi.com/rnrosie

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yayyy im done

pov youre an autobot who was in the wrong place at the wrong time

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:(

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this has been in my drafts for like a week

i keep thinking abt the constructicons playing minecraft

like imagine the constructicons get a copy of this human game and size it up to a cybertronian screen and they spend their off duty time playing it cuz it's got a little something for all of them

mixmaster messing around with the crafting table in their shared survival world (once he finds out about potions it's all over), scavenger going mining or exploring w/ long haul, bonecrusher picking fights with every mob, something like that?

hook says he's above all this but makes his own world in creative mode (it's really hard to get your builds to be perfect when you're constantly at risk of being jumped by monsters or otherwise dying) so he can occasionally play as stress relief or something

scrapper doesn't play at first but maybe sometime when he actually sits down to join in, hook invites him to his creative world and he can just build things freely

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Overlord smiled adoringly up at Tarn, one servo reaching out and -boop!- tapping the tank's cute little nose. How many mechs could say that they'd booped the fearsome leader of the DJD? "Oh, nothing much. You look adorable when you recharge. Did you know that? So peaceful and sweet."

The same hand that booped Tarn now cupped his cheek, thumb brushing over the pale, soft features there.

"Just perfect...." He murmured, digits straying over the scars lining Tarn's face before Overlord finally drew back. Hm.... boundaries. Tarn liked to use that word. The mech would probably scold Overlord.

The triple changer simply rolled over next, reaching out and snatching the owl mug nearby, holding it up with both servos like a peace offering.

"Energon?" He asked sweetly, lips drawn in to a smile, optics bright. "I've run us a bath too." So there. Tarn couldn't be grumpy when Overlord had been so courteous, surely! Even after that bit of erm... fondling without permission. The owl mug wobbled around temptingly, warm and spiced energon glistening invitingly.

Spa day

There weren't many mechs that could wear Tarn out. Neither in combat nor in berth. But Overlord seemed to have managed the second feat at some point through the evening and night.

The leader of the DJD didn't even stir when Overlord weaselled his way out from under him, too deep into recharge to register.

It wasn't until a while later, defragmentation process unhurriedly coming to an end fully, for once in a long time, that higher functions started to initialise, returning the tank to a state of consciousness that would register outside stimuli.

Like Overlord’s voice. Saying words. Asking things. He couldn’t quite make sense of language just yet.

“Hmmm.” Tarn’s optics flickered on, dim, his vision bleary as he looked at the… berth? Ah, yes. Overlord's berth.

Wait. He couldn't move freely. Someone was… hugging his aft?

“Morning my little sugar plum. How did you sleep?”

Ah. So last night did actually happen.

Tarn tried to move, but found that he couldn't escape the aft-hug, but he could twist in Overlord's hold until he was laying on his back, with the bigger mech still attached to his hip like a blue lovesick remora.

He groaned, rubbing at his maskless visage, optical input finally clearing up.

“I… am fine…?” Tarn ran a system check. Everything yielded green check marks. “More than fine, actually.” He propped his upper weight on his elbow joints and looked down at Overlord. Why was Overlord looking so clean while he was still a mess? What had he missed? Were those two mugs of spiced energon on the berthside table?

“You look like you’ve been up and about for a while now. What did I miss?”

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slapped a bit of polish on an old wip I've been letting sit for too long

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