#ARM processor

[itz-pandora]

Thinking about Shadow and Metadow and Metamyadow

[sw5w]

Don't Worry, We Have R2 with Us

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:31:03 - 00:31:08

[boop-le-snoot]

borrowed a friend's xiaomi for a test run since I need a new phone and am left wondering why any & all phones made past 2024 are having me look completely dead behind the eyes

[birdbeep1s]

a couple Elacra concepts *looking away*

[vjinstruments22]

Key Equipment for Research & Industrial Processing: Maze, Dryers, & Granulators

The Radial Arm Maze is a widely used tool in neuroscience research to study spatial learning, memory, and decision-making in rodents. It helps scientists assess cognitive functions and brain disorders. In industrial applications, Rapid Dryers and Fluid Bed Dryers (FBD) are essential for efficiently removing moisture from pharmaceutical, food, and chemical products. A Rapid Mixer Granulator is a crucial machine in pharmaceutical production, enabling the uniform mixing and granulation of powders for tablet manufacturing. Fluid Bed Processors and Granulators offer advanced solutions for drying, coating, and granulation processes, ensuring high product quality. Manufacturers specializing in F&D Machines and Fear Conditioning Apparatus provide essential equipment for pharmaceutical and research applications, supporting innovation and efficiency in various fields.

FAQs:

What is a Radial Arm Maze used for? The Radial Arm Maze is used in neuroscience research to study learning, memory, and decision-making in rodents, helping researchers understand cognitive functions and brain disorders.

How does a Rapid Dryer work? A Rapid Dryer quickly removes moisture from materials by using high-velocity hot air, making it ideal for pharmaceutical, food, and chemical industries.

What is the purpose of a Rapid Mixer Granulator? A Rapid Mixer Granulator is used in pharmaceutical manufacturing to mix and granulate powders efficiently, ensuring uniform particle size and better tablet production.

What are F&D Machines? F&D Machines refer to pharmaceutical equipment used in formulation and development (F&D) processes, including granulators, dryers, and coating machines.

How does a Fluid Bed Dryer (FBD) work? A Fluid Bed Dryer operates by passing hot air through a bed of particles, causing them to suspend and dry evenly, ensuring efficient moisture removal.

What is a Fear Conditioning Apparatus? A Fear Conditioning Apparatus is a research tool used in behavioral neuroscience to study fear responses and memory in animals through controlled stimuli.

What is the role of a Fluid Bed Processor in granulation? A Fluid Bed Processor is used for drying, granulation, and coating processes in the pharmaceutical industry, improving the consistency and quality of granules.

[diagnozabam]

NVIDIA și MediaTek pregătesc un procesor revoluționar pentru PC-uri desktop și laptopuri AI

Într-o mișcare strategică ce promite să redefinească industria procesoarelor, NVIDIA colaborează cu MediaTek pentru a dezvolta o soluție SoC destinată PC-urilor desktop și laptopurilor. Aceasta ar putea rivaliza cu procesoarele x86 de la AMD și Intel, oferind o arhitectură bazată pe ARM, cu performanțe și eficiență remarcabile. NVIDIA și ambițiile sale în domeniul procesoarelor desktop După…

[pulsaris]

Apple M4 Pro e M4 Max

A Apple apresentou nesta última semana de Outubro os novos Mac Mini, iMac e Macbook Pro equipados com os novos processadores M4, M4 Pro e M4 Max. O processador M4 já havia sido apresentado em Maio de 2024 na sua versão base para iPad, e agora mostra todo o seu potencial nos Mac Mini e iMac.

A maior novidade é o lançamento dos processadores M4 na variante M4 Pro e M4 Max que, com a sua arquitectura ARM, batem recordes nos testes de desempenho apresentados em diversos cenários.

Estes dois últimos modelos de processadores “Apple Silicon” estão disponíveis em diferentes configurações do modelo Macbook Pro. No que toca ao Mac Mini, os utilizadores são presenteados com a opção do processador M4 Pro.

Os adeptos do iMac apenas possuem a opção do processador M4 base. No entanto, esta permite um acréscimo de produtividade e desempenho significativo face à geração anterior do iMac.

Saiba tudo, sobre os novos processadores, no comunicado oficial da Apple localizado em: https://www.apple.com/newsroom/2024/10/apple-introduces-m4-pro-and-m4-max/

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Direitos de imagem: © Apple (via https://www.apple.com/newsroom/)

[fixmypc24ex]

Windows on ARM FAQ: What it is, how ARM processors differ from CPUs, ARM history, and more (msn.com)

Many still don't know a lot about this processor technology. What exactly is ARM? What kind of devices use ARM? How do ARM processors differ from CPUs? Why is Windows on ARM such a big deal? Why is ARM often mentioned in conjunction with Apple and Qualcomm? Let's dive in and discuss.

[technestblog]

Explore the clash of titans as we delve into the intricate world of ARM and AMD processors. Uncover the strengths, weaknesses, and real-world implications of these giants in the tech landscape. Stay informed to make the right choice for your computing needs! Read more!

[sw5w]

But When the Queen Asked Me to Serve as Senator...

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:39:07

[shadowshisui]

I love being charged 350+ for bring told my partner needs to go home and take ibuprofen or Tylenol and see a different doctor

[ctghost]

Get smooched idiot

Give him a moment guys he's still pretty shooket

Like yeah he was just waiting for his human to come back from work while snuggling into the couch, optics dimming slightly and ears twitching because you said you'd be home now.. ratbat should be resting his processor, to save energy and all. but he still shifted around his spot on the couch with the minute passing by, couldn't still quite recharge without you. He hate to admit doing that has been a habit for some time now..

What he clearly didn't expect however was the door bursting open, but before he properly can react, you scooped him up making him squeak and-

mwah mwah mwahhhh!

... and then you fell asleep directly after the lipstick attack, dropped onto the couch, arms slightly still drapped over him. your bat friend is stunned frozen until the next morning.

@yan-randomfandom more lil love for ratbat-form◝(⁰▿⁰)◜🩷🩷

[writeriguess]

bakusquad (+shinsou) reacting to their children being disrespectful towards their so ? (it’s totally up to you)

author's note: Just a heads up—if the fonts look weird, that’s Tumblr’s fault, not mine. Everything looks fine in my word processor, so I’m not sure why it got messed up here. Sorry if it’s confusing!

𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 – “You don’t ever talk to them like that.”

Bakugou prided himself on being a damn good father. He wasn’t perfect, sure—he had a temper, his words could be sharp, and sometimes he wasn’t the best at handling emotions. But one thing he would never tolerate was disrespect toward the people who mattered. And you? You were the most important damn person in his life.

So when his kid—𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙠𝙞𝙙—had the audacity to speak to you like that, it was like a switch flipped in his brain.

The air in the room grew thick, heavy with tension as Bakugou slowly turned toward them, jaw tight, crimson eyes burning with something unreadable. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to.

“𝙀𝙭𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙚?”

His kid faltered, shifting on their feet, but still had that bratty defiance in their eyes. “What? It’s not a big deal—”

“The 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 it isn’t.” His voice was low, dangerous. “You think you can just say whatever the fuck you want to them and get away with it?”

His kid had inherited some of his stubbornness, but even they knew they had fucked up. “I was just mad—”

“I don’t give a shit.” Bakugou took a step forward, looming over them like an impending storm. “You ever talk to them like that again, and you’re gonna learn real quick what happens when I get 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 mad.”

His kid swallowed hard. Their defiance wavered, then crumbled under his intense stare.

“Now,” Bakugou continued, crossing his arms. “You’re gonna apologize. Properly.”

A beat of silence. Then, a muttered, “…Sorry.”

Bakugou narrowed his eyes. “Louder.”

“…I’m sorry.”

He let the tension sit for a moment before finally letting out a slow breath, some of the fire in his eyes dimming. “Good.” Then, he glanced at you, his face softening—just barely. His hand found the small of your back, grounding both you and himself.

“You okay?” His voice was quieter now, just for you.

You nodded, offering him a small smile.

Bakugou grunted, turning back to his kid. “You better remember this, ‘cause I ain’t repeating myself.” Then, with a sharp sigh, he ruffled their hair roughly, making them scowl. “Now go wash up. Dinner’s in ten.”

As they shuffled away, still embarrassed, Bakugou turned back to you, tugging you closer with an arm around your waist.

“Brat’s lucky they take after me,” he muttered. Then, softer, “You know I got your back, right?”

You smiled, resting a hand on his chest. “I know.”

And Bakugou? He’d make damn sure you never doubted it.

𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 – “That’s not how we treat the people we love.”

Kirishima had always believed in being a kind, understanding parent. He wanted his kid to grow up strong, not just in body but in heart. So, when he overheard them talking to you with a sharp, disrespectful tone, it stopped him in his tracks.

For a second, he thought he misheard. But when he saw the look on your face—the hurt you tried to hide—something inside him tightened.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Kirishima cut in, stepping forward. His usual warm demeanor was absent, replaced by something much more serious. “What did you just say?”

His kid hesitated, shifting uncomfortably under his suddenly heavy gaze. “I was just—”

“No.” His voice was firm, his expression unreadable. “Try again.”

They huffed, folding their arms. “It’s not a big deal—”

“It is.” Kirishima’s jaw clenched as he crouched down to their level, resting his forearms on his knees. He wasn’t one to raise his voice, but the weight of his disappointment was loud enough. “That’s not how we treat people. Especially not someone who takes care of us, who loves us.”

His kid looked away, suddenly finding the floor very interesting.

“I get it,” Kirishima continued, his voice softening but still firm. “Sometimes we get mad. We say things we don’t mean. But that’s not an excuse to be cruel.” He reached out, ruffling their hair gently before tilting their chin up so they had to look at him. “You’re better than that, kid.”

A beat of silence. Then, a quiet, “…I’m sorry.”

Kirishima glanced at you, his eyes warm with something unspoken before turning back to his kid. “Not to me.”

They shifted awkwardly before mumbling, “I’m sorry.”

Kirishima finally let out a small, approving nod. “Good.” He patted their back, his usual grin making a return, though a bit softer this time. “Now go wash up. We’ll talk more about this later.”

As his kid scurried away, Kirishima exhaled, running a hand through his hair before turning to you. His hands found your waist as he pulled you close, resting his forehead against yours for a brief second.

“You okay?” he asked, voice softer now.

You nodded, offering him a small smile. “Yeah.”

Kirishima chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “They’re gonna learn to be as good-hearted as you, I promise.”

And when Kirishima Eijirou made a promise, he damn well kept it.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨 – “I know you did not just say that.”

Mina prided herself on being a fun, understanding mom. She gave her kids the space to express themselves, encouraged their wild ideas, and always made sure they knew they were loved. But there were limits—clear, solid limits. And today? They had just crossed one.

It started off as a regular afternoon. You were in the kitchen, finishing up a snack for the kids when Haru, her eldest, let out an exaggerated groan.

“Ugh, why do we always have to eat what you make?” he complained, slumping in his seat. “Mom’s way better at cooking.”

Emi, his younger sister, snickered beside him. “Yeah, if it was Mom, we’d actually be eating something good.”

The words were sharp, dismissive. Maybe they didn’t fully realize it, but they hit hard. Mina saw the way you hesitated—how your fingers twitched for just a second before you covered up the hurt with a forced smile.

That’s when Mina’s expression dropped.

From where she was lounging on the couch, she slowly turned her head, pink eyes narrowed and dangerous. The atmosphere in the room shifted.

“Hold up,” she said, voice deceptively light. “I know you did not just say that.”

Haru and Emi froze. They knew that tone.

Mina stood, stretching her arms over her head before making her way to the table. “I must’ve misheard,” she continued, resting her hands on the back of Haru’s chair. “Because there’s no way my kids—my kids—would be so rude to the person I love.”

Haru shrank a little under her stare. Emi looked away.

Mina hummed, tapping her nails against the wood. “Wanna run that back?”

“It’s not that big of a deal,” Haru muttered, still trying to play it off.

Mina’s brow twitched. “Not that big of a—” She sucked in a sharp breath and let it out slowly. “Okay. Lemme tell you something real quick.”

She crouched down between them, resting her elbows on the table, voice dropping into something firm and undeniable.

“You do not—ever—talk to them like that. I don’t care if you’re in a bad mood, I don’t care if you don’t like what’s for lunch, and I don’t care if you think you’re being funny. What you just did? Not cool.”

Emi squirmed in her seat. “We didn’t mean it like—”

“I don’t care how you meant it,” Mina cut in, tilting her head. “What matters is how it sounded. And it sounded mean.”

Silence.

Mina’s gaze softened just a little as she sighed. “Look, I love you both. But part of growing up is learning when to check yourself. And this?” She gestured between them. “This is one of those moments.”

She stood up, placing a hand on her hip. “So. Try that again.”

Haru hesitated before glancing at you, guilt creeping into his expression. “…I’m sorry.”

Emi sighed, glancing down. “Yeah… me too.”

Mina smiled, ruffling their hair. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

The tension in the air eased just a little, but Mina still turned to you, her expression softening. “Babe, you good?”

You nodded, though you still looked a little uneasy.

Mina frowned before wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close. “You should never have to deal with that,” she murmured, pressing a quick kiss to your temple.

She turned back to the kids. “And you two? You’re lucky I’m the fun parent. ‘Cause if your other parent was Bakugo, oof—you’d be grounded for a month.”

They both paled.

Mina grinned, clapping her hands together. “Alright! Now eat up. Without complaining.”

As they reluctantly dug into their food, Mina leaned in closer to you, voice playful but sincere.

“Next time they pull something like that?” She smirked. “I’m making them do all the cooking.”

𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 – “Nah, we don’t do that in this house.”

Denki always prided himself on being the fun parent. The one who made their kid laugh, who let them stay up a little past bedtime, who blasted music and had impromptu dance battles in the kitchen. But there were 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 lines that couldn’t be crossed, and talking to you like that? Oh, hell no.

At first, he blinked, not fully processing what he just heard. But when he saw the way you stiffened, the way you shrank just a little bit under his kid’s sharp words, his usual carefree expression dropped.

“Whoa, whoa, hold up,” he said, stepping between you two with a forced chuckle. His tone was light, but there was a hard edge underneath it. “I know I didn’t just hear you say that.”

His kid rolled their eyes, still caught up in their attitude. “It’s not a big deal—”

Denki crouched down, resting his arms on his knees as he looked them dead in the eye. “Nah. It 𝙞𝙨 a big deal. You don’t talk to them like that. Ever.”

“But—”

“No ‘buts.’” His voice lost the usual teasing lilt, turning uncharacteristically firm. “They do everything for us. They put up with my dumbass and your stubborn streak, and they don’t ask for much in return. So the last thing they deserve is for you to be an asshole.”

His kid flinched, their bravado starting to crack.

Denki sighed, reaching out to ruffle their hair. “I get it. Sometimes we say things without thinking. I do it all the time.” He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood just a little. “But that’s why we learn from it. And right now? You gotta learn to own up to when you mess up.”

They hesitated, then muttered, “…Sorry.”

Denki tilted his head. “C’mon, you can do better than that.”

His kid huffed before finally looking at you. “I’m sorry.”

Denki grinned, standing back up and slinging an arm around your shoulders. “See? That wasn’t so hard.” He shot you a wink before gently nudging his kid toward the hall. “Now go do something productive. Like…uh, actually, I dunno. Just go.”

Once they were gone, he turned to you, rubbing the back of his neck. “Damn. I feel like I just gave a TED Talk on respect.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “You handled it well.”

He gave you a lopsided grin before leaning in, pressing a quick, playful kiss to your cheek. “Yeah? Well, can’t have my favorite person feeling disrespected in my house. That just ain’t happening.”

And he meant every word.

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 – “Try that again. The right way.”

Sero had always been the chill parent—the one who let things slide, who laughed off the little stuff, who never got too worked up over minor attitude. But this? 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 wasn’t little.

Hearing his kid talk to you like that made something inside him snap.

His easygoing smile disappeared as he slowly turned to face them, dark eyes unreadable. “𝙃𝙪𝙝,” he said, voice deceptively light. “You wanna try that again?”

His kid huffed, rolling their eyes. “I was just saying—”

“Nope.” Sero cut them off, standing up straighter, his usually relaxed posture gone. “Not like that. Not with that tone.”

They faltered, shifting under the weight of his stare. Sero wasn’t one to get angry—not 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮. But right now, there was something sharp in his expression, something that made his kid realize they’d messed up.

“We don’t talk to them like that,” Sero continued, his voice still calm but 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙢. “I don’t care if you’re mad, if you’re having a bad day, if the whole damn world is against you—that is not how you treat someone who loves you.”

His kid’s shoulders slumped, their earlier bravado fading. “I didn’t mean—”

“Yeah? Then say what you 𝙙𝙤 mean. The right way.”

A tense pause. Then, finally, a quiet, “I’m sorry.”

Sero nodded, crossing his arms. “Good. Now go take a breather, and when you’re ready to actually talk about what’s got you acting out, you know where to find me.”

His kid hesitated, then shuffled out of the room, leaving the air thick with the remnants of tension.

Sero let out a slow breath before turning to you, his features softening instantly. “Hey,” he murmured, reaching out to pull you into his side. “You okay?”

You nodded, leaning into him. “Yeah.”

His arms tightened around you, chin resting on top of your head. “They’re lucky I’m the chill one,” he joked lightly, lips quirking into a small smirk. “’Cause if Bakugo was their dad, oof.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You handled it perfectly.”

“Damn right I did.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “Ain’t no way I’m letting anyone—𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 our kid—disrespect my favorite person.”

And with Sero, that was a promise.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 – “You don’t get to talk to them like that.”

Shinsou had never been the loud or overbearing parent. He didn’t believe in raising his voice to make a point—he didn’t have to. His presence alone was usually enough to command attention.

But when he heard his kid speak to you with a sharp, dismissive tone, something inside him went cold.

He didn’t react immediately. Instead, he set down his coffee, exhaling slowly as he turned to face them. “What did you just say?”

His kid faltered for a second before crossing their arms. “It’s not a big deal.”

Shinsou’s violet eyes darkened, his jaw tightening just a little. “It is,” he said, voice quiet but carrying weight. “And you know it.”

The room felt 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 in the silence that followed. His kid shifted, suddenly realizing they’d walked straight into something they weren’t prepared for.

Shinsou leaned forward slightly, keeping his gaze locked on them. “I don’t care how upset you are. I don’t care if you’re having the worst day of your life—you 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 take it out on them.” His voice never rose, but each word landed like a carefully aimed strike.

His kid bit their lip, looking down. “…I didn’t mean to.”

“Maybe not.” Shinsou finally stood up, crossing the room until he was standing beside you. His presence was protective, grounding. “But you still did. So now, you’re gonna fix it.”

A pause. Then, finally, “…I’m sorry.”

Shinsou nodded once. “Good.”

The tension in the air eased just slightly as his kid shuffled away, guilt written all over their face. Shinsou let out a slow breath, rubbing the back of his neck before turning to you.

“You alright?” he murmured, his tone softer now.

You nodded, but he still saw the way your shoulders were a little stiff, the way your hands fidgeted. So, without another word, he pulled you into him, his arms wrapping around you securely.

“You know they love you,” he mumbled into your hair. “They just need to learn how to handle their emotions better.”

You sighed, sinking into his warmth. “I know.”

Shinsou pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his grip on you firm, unwavering. “I’ll make sure they do.”

And when Shinsou made a promise, he 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 it.

[robolvrr]

f-r-e-a-k !‿⁠✷｡✧

lost light members react to human porn (and develop some preferences of their own.)

ft. skids! megatron! rodimus! swerve! ultra magnus!

nsfw under the cut.

rodimus prime - top-five ranked

when he first heard actual, genuine human content had reached aboard his ship, he had quickly formed a half-assed meeting to announce that he, of course, being captain and all should review with ultra magnus.. and perhaps rewind too, before dispersing it out to the crew.

of course when ultra magnus expressed his surprise at this new leaf turned, eager to scour through intergalactic protocol he simply let one word out the other audial and made some grave, grammatical errors to distract the mech and let the captain do his own decision making.

he spends a lot of time nitpicking. he doesn't like movies as much so he reserves those to swerve nor does he care too much about books.

a functioning computer however....

he's bored. and curious. two demons that never dwell well together in the same room.

clearing browser history? never heard of that!

good thing the previous owner has lots of bookmarks, because he finds it infinitely easier to sift through links there than carefully type.

"porn...hub? what's that? must be some kinda uh.. uhhh... uh."

cue the fan whirring. he's hunched over and slack jawed, staring at the frankly color-clashing archive and almost pushing himself away when the cursor hovers over a video - and the humans in it start moving.

clicked the first video with a bold "#1 ranked". he really shouldn't. he really, really should just toss this tempting contraband out the nearest garbage disposal.

"unhh! harder! haaarder! ♡"

he's focused hard on the spike - cock, he learns, or dick, humans got lots of funny terms - ruts rough into you, forcing you to melt forward and squeak through sheets.

the loud, exaggerated moans make him pitifully decide otherwise. imagine him, all weak in the knees, sliding down to sit as he watches transfixed.

flesh on flesh hitting sounds a lot better when it's this and not fighting.

sooner or later, he's huffing into his servo, jacking off his spike and squeezing the tip so rough he's almost jealous seeing you bouncing away. you'd be so, so fragging soft. he can imagine squeezing your limbs and twisting you around to his liking.

overloads fast. he's almost ashamed enough to be embarrassed.

now? can't reach his climaxes unless there's some raunchy, wet-coated squeals in his memory banks. doesn't bother searching up anything because he doesn't have the patience to cultivate. you just happen to be at the top so he gladly sticks watching your holes get sticky any cycle.

skids - playboy bunny

"oh for prime's sake, chromedome don't make me feel like i'm trading for somethin' illegal."

won a "mystery stash" from a late night gamble. of course, not all of rodimus's finds stayed quiet.

he isn't sure why it's such a big deal. the cardboard box which spills open easily under a digit's care isn't filled with weaponry or bombs.

it's almost funny, this giant picking up a magazine in a pinch, helm tilted and keeping it an arm's distance away like the pages might bite.

he looks at the front cover for a long, long time.

his processor isn't catching up. then he squints. gets reaaaaal close.

there's you! all dolled up, as the humans would say. except you're really not, because half of your squishy aft is out, and your servos are covering up your chest but aren't doing a good job.

neither is the bright, blue bow christened at your pelvic area, where he realizes with a jolt is lacking any modesty panels of any kind.

flips a page. oh, it's you again. curved over a lounge. cheekily spreading yourself with a... gathering of lace twisted around your frame.

another one. you got something round in your mouth. he looks carefully at your lips.

and then he's flipping through all of it, and digging into the box and oh, he's found a jackpot because it's all you.

now he understands why it's got the markered "collectors items" on the side. he doesn't question too much when he spits lubricant down onto his spike. dedicated some of that cotton candy gossamer all over your february edition of playboy in approval.

megatron - classic erotica

a true mech of literature. now, unlike many of the lost light, he's had his run in with humanity before. not that he particularly got or wanted to enjoy their culture back then.

though when he did find his way back onto a possible path of redemption, he did indulge once upon a time.

at his spark, he's a poet. a linguist. enjoyer of golden age, art and craftsmanship.

earthen literature has its.. moments. he reads novellas and lost to the history manuscripts, plays, all of which have almost all been uploaded to more convenient means as upkeep for the paper is a pain.

however, he has found one book. a funny looking book, with a funny looking cover.

he observes, rigidly, the scandalous embrace of what he assumed to be the characters, how clothing lacked in areas it shouldn't and skin was almost.. glistening. "seven nights of passion." a chuff left his dermas.

ah, to pit with it. why not?

megatron finds himself slowly involved with the chapters despite the comedy of its advertisement. the writer, you, no doubt under a penname, push development shockingly far.. for a human.

and the intimacy? interfacing? so descriptive. while he has not seen what he is reviewing, he can imagine it. images of sweaty bodies, grinding and yearning and crying.

cybertronians have no reason or function to. the thought of a human, pushed to the brink overloaded with stimulation is... stimulating.

it is a shame when it comes to an end but he might in his free-time peruse for more. leaves his plating warm and intake dry.

the authors note suggests that your inspiration drives from personal experience.

his ... array fizzles at that. fascinating.

swerve - r-rated movie night

"wowza. that's hh. haha. woah! they all do that.. ?"

first movie he flipped onto the projector was supposed to be an "action and feel-good film with hints of romance, angst and sci-fi elements."

not even halfway through, you, the imaginary captain of the imaginary "roman's ravager" have your uniform shimmied down to your ankles, mouth mashing against your supposed rival, who everyone has been heckling for the past forty-five minutes.

some of the mechs cheer, other grumble and argue to skip, others squirm and grimace. swerve watched you push the other down, head tilting back as the camera zooms to your face.

"it's just acting, ya' degenerates, stop acting like protoforms!"

it isn't until he feels a servo smack upside his helm that he starts fumbling for the remote. too much noise but now he's getting a comm from mags asking about what the rackets for so! fast forward he goes.

at 1x.

while the chaos starts to settle, he peeks between digits. catches glimpses of your open mouth. the goosebumps down your chest. how you shake at the insinuation that someone is between your legs, servicing.

slag. when's the last time he's even played with his valve?

movie night was a hit regardless of the commotion. he has to clean up after, which thankfully didn't result in any expelled energon or skid-marks.

that also means he's alone. alone, in his bar. all by himself, staring at the rest of the discs with your pictures on the front, credits humming in the background.

it'll be good for the economy. (all of it is pirated.)

maybe it's for the best. because now, he's realizing you really are a great actor, in lots of different genres, able to adapt and really grab his attention.

it's not as if his spark pulses seeing you in costumes, or using that soft voice you do in all your roles when you make a point.

not like he's riding his digits and crunching into a fist when you're running on the beach, sand dappled and leaving little to imagination.

ends up on his back, charged up and shaking. hurts to speak, to move or to dab up the puddle of transfluid, laughing deliriously when his panels are even too much effort to close.

ultra magnus - audio praise

"you're doing such a good job. you're perfect. you know that, right? yes you do, so good for me."

when he first heard you, he damn near crushes the auditory device and full-blown shudders in the confines of his hab. he's sputtering, optics wide and there's a million reasons he should report this to rodimus and question just what he's given him.

"to help ya uh... research? take the edge off pal."

half-contemplates storming back to the bridge himself if it weren't for your sugar-coated mumbles still coming through the unpaused recording.

you'd think he was dealing with a ticking blast with how he warily handles the device, gruffly spitting out curses that he'd otherwise never allow in crew vicinity.

"i want you to reward yourself. you earned it, honey. can you do that for me? here, listen."

to his horror - and crumbling interest - a slick cacophony of sound rattles in his helm. there's panting, a shift of material that he assumes is tangled around you and frag, he's able to think up you and a thousand faces.

what's worse? is he's hypnotized. you don't demand. you coo to him, just loud enough to let him know you'd be broken too. if he let himself let down that wall, just for the twenty minutes you sing in his audials, he'll know it's done with you just as weak.

"g—gooood job ahhhh!" that does it. ultra magnus groans, shutting off his optics entirely. his large servo feels up along his frame as you suggest.

"i wish you were here. hah.. mmn! could see me. see me fucking myself to you. let you kiss me. you deserve it, sweetie. deserve me on you."

magnus and the sobbed growl to his motors reminds him just how lonely he's felt. always monitoring. always stressed. hearing the spit collect at your throat as your commands grow hoarse makes you feel real.

would you... would you kiss him? would you let him pick you up, rest you flat on his servo and have his glossa lap up your want?

he towers over nearly all. having a partner so much smaller, tinier than even an minibot, shouldn't run up a charge but it does.

he overloads when he's sticking digits near the casing of his spark, ignoring the spurts of pre sizzling down his thighs.

"w-was that as fun.. for you as it was for me?"

dazedly falls onto his berth. this isn't leaving his dermas unless he's had a drink.

a/n : a little haha funny idea i had. there's just something so funny thinking of these giant old robots realizing just how much porn is out there.

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