#Ark System Works

[sulan1809]

Marvel Tokon - Coming soon to your PS5

[arkclipse]

Eating a comfort treat ( granted, as quickly as I can ), and already got myself prepared for leaving for the vet in an hour. I have acquired a bit of a migraine again, but that's to be expected with what the weather is like and my sinuses screaming. I'll dilly dally for a while. Time flies by awfully fast, or crawls by at an alarmingly slow pace.

[transmandrake]

I dont really have much to say about the palworld thing that hasnt already been said, but, even if it is a genuinely fun well made game, basically ARK but pokemon, sounds great-

-except my least fucking favourite part of ARK is that you have to literally bludgeon and drug and force feed the dinosaurs to tame them.

So. This isnt actually a new shocking spin at all. This is just ARK's horrible system again. But as a whole game.

[hxzymind]

Hi! Finally doing an intro after putting it off for so long.

We're the hxzymind collective, a medically recognised but not yet diagnosed DID system.

We are physically and mentally disabled, and we might not post much.

Collective name and pronouns to refer to us as if ever unsure : Hxzy, it/they.

Current host(s) are Hazy + Slug.

This account is mostly used by :

E.X - 🫀

Slug - 🐌

Hazy - ❔/❓

Others might occasionally use the account as well.

Now that is clear, we won't talk about being a system or any of our other mental disorders(e.g. autism) too much, but we'll occasionally post about it if we ever feel like it.

Bodily 16.

Refugee from Iraq 🇮🇶 currently living in Australia 🇦🇺 English is NOT our first language.

Our interests are:

Hermitcraft, the life series(limited life 🔛🔝), empires (s1 + s2), rats smp.

I enjoy music by Mitski, The crane wives, Alex G, Marina, Ayesha erotica, MSI and TFB.

We also somewhat like COD, don't play it often though.

On topic of games though I also enjoy Ark survival evolved, sims 4, and minecraft. (if it somehow wasn't obvious enough/j)

We do art, mostly furry, and take commissions sometimes whenever we have the time. We'll post whenever comms are open! Most recent art below(Designed and drew these fursonas for our friends :3)

I think that's about it? I dont know what else I need to add, I haven't posted on tumblr before. Usually just read stuff on here.

Ok I think that's it, baii :3 - incog(I prefer to not share my name online LOL)

[imperotenebre]

Double Dragon Advance PS4 gameplay - prime impressioni

Il miglior remake del classico Double Dragon

[rabotimagines]

"HARMLESS" GN BOT! Reader x Optimus, Prowl, Jazz, Ironhide, light Yandere! Scenario

Summary: He'd been walking down one of the ark hallways when he'd heard a noise that drew his attention down one of the more secluded pathways. He'd followed the sound to figure out who was back where they shouldn't be only to find you self servicing.

Warnings: Noncon Voyeurism. Noncon recording in Jazz's section. Smut ahead. Minors DNI 🔞

Genre/Theme: Light Yandere/More Obsessed vibes tbh, catching crush/Obsession masturbating. Smut.

G1! Characters included: Optimus, Prowl, Jazz, Ironhide

Notes: Jazz is the only one here whose accepted the fact that he's a freak. The others are in varying stages of denial. Autobot reader. Valve and Spike are used since BOT reader.

Pronouns: You, your, yours

Optimus isn't trying to sneak anywhere he was simply- curious. Honestly, he was expecting to maybe find the twins up to some pranking or something of that nature. The wall is thick and tall enough that Optimus is just hidden naturally. He smiles to himself at the thought of spooking one of his friends or comrades, so he let's himself- indulge in the little fun. It was harmless, after all. He's up against the wall, ready to interrupt whatever tomfoolery when his optics catch on an opening before the turn. Optimus peers in curious when a sound happens again- and almost stumbles backwards and lands on his aft.

You- panting, optics bright, servos readily stroking over your plating. Array popped open with spike and valve on full display for anyone to see. You were self servicing right here almost in front of Optimus. Heat hit Optimus's fuel lines so quickly he was half worried he'd risk actual sudden ignition. Optimus knew he shouldn't even feel this way about you- it wasn't even- he was your leader for Primus sake! He was the prime he wasn't supposed to be- a pervert! But something- something about you just made his systems lock up and his mind wander in places it hadn't gone in vorns. Made Optimus think in a way he shouldn't. In a way, he couldn't-

The soft sound of you groaning at your own administrations violently locked Optimus back to what he'd unknowingly just walked into. Optimus watched stunned as two of your digits slipped into your valve rather easily. Your other servo lightly trailed along your spike, which was twitching in the air and leaking lubricant all over yourself from want- Optimus had to force his engine not to loudly rev in anticipation The sound urged to reverberate through his own frame at the sight.

Optimus knows he can't but- but with you like this right in front of him for his optics, he can't not think about it. Optimus wants to spike you - he wants to so bad. He'd have to stretch you. Optimus was admittedly rather large- overall. (You could even be in his frame size class, and he'd still have to prep you-) He wonders if your optics would brighten like that one time he'd praised you for a battle decision. He'd fold you in half, using his servos to drag you back down his spike in time with his own thrusts. He'd praise you over and over again if you reacted so sweetly. Regardless of how much of his spike you'd actually be able to successfully take.

Optimus knew the more responsible course of action would be to take your spike in his valve instead. But Optimus startlingly finds he doesn't want to be responsible with you. He wants to spike you so badly- your noises getting louder cut his own quick fantasy short, Optimus's attention zeroed in on you. You started bucking your hips against both your working servos desperate for Overload. Optimus has the very fleeting thought of revealing himself and offering assistance before he watches you spill transfluid all over yourself with a full frame shutter.

You gasped in vents of air as the charge trickled over your plating in fits- and Optimus lately realizes his smoke stacks were puffing smog when the smell of ozone hits his olfactory. Optimus has to force himself to move, but once he does, he leaves so quickly he's worried you might've heard him. This leaves Optimus plagued by what he should not have seen in the first place. His entire day is filled with the imagery of you- panting, optics bright, servos on your array- and he has no clue how he manages to finish the little amount of paperwork that he had. Optimus doesn't let himself self service. He can't- he won't- it was so wrong. You didn't even know Optimus saw the whole thing- that he saw you so- indecent.

He's plagued by one more thought of you taking his spike- your hips bucking against his, and Optimus gets up and forces himself to the washracks. It was rather late anyway there shouldn't be any mech using it. He walks in and promptly stops because there is someone using it, and Primus, it's you! With solvent running down your frame casually washing yourself with no worries. He meets your optics (after his optics had trailed much too long on your frame), and you casually greet him, then go back to your rinse. Completely unaware of what offensive imagery had just barreled through Optimus's processor.

Optimus didn't wait to promptly step under the closest washrack and turn the solvent on the coldest possible setting. Not even flinching when his frame is doused in a freezing temperature. Optimus finds he has to exert his will to keep staring at the wall and not steal any other glance at you.

... Primus, he needed to get a better hold of himself.

-

Prowl following the sounds in the off-limits area had come with purpose and indent. He'd been readily prepared to scold any of the usual troublemakers for getting up to something they shouldn't have. Clearly, that's what this was, with whoever trying and failing to keep entirely quiet. There was certainly an attempt, and Prowl would not have noticed if he were any of the usual autobots. But Prowl was always alert, and now he's here slowly trailing along the wall. He'd known there was a small indent hidden from the hallway for someone to hide or lean against. Prowls optics catch on a small opening in the wall that allows him to spy who-

Prowl stops dead in his tracks when he sees you- he almost walks the last two steps and reveals himself to you when he actually processes your expression. Optic ridge tight, mouth open panting, optics bright- Prowls line of sight trails down your shuttering frame before they widen when they land on your pressurized spike. His gaze snaps farther down instinctively when he catches movement and sees your valve.

He also sees the false spike in your valve.

His doorwings hike so high so quickly that Prowl can feel the snap of air on his own neck cables. He can feel his own optics burn brighter and his logic center suddenly goes rouge and attempts to calculate subduing measures on you- Prowl wasn't going to subdue you- you weren't a threat- just as he dismisses the calculations you groan rather loudly. The action triggers the subduing success calculations to turn back on, and Prowl watches you hilt the false spike back in your valve. Valve stretching to accommodate it and hard spike leaking lubricant at your own heightened arousal.

Prowl- Prowl needed to leave now. It had to be you of all mechs. If it was anyone else, Prowl would be able to rightfully interrupt this debauchery. But the fact that it's you- You softly panting with your array on full display and demonstration- Prowls processor is stuck, and he feels like if he stares too long, he'll risk a minor circuit crash. Prowl still doesn't know what it was about you that made his system stutter like it does. But Prowl knew that whatever it was- it was unhealthy. It wasn't  harmless- it was far from it. Prowl shouldn't think about you like this- He has to force himself to look away from your array again. Prowl had barely managed to push you out of his processor the other day, and now he's seeing you like- you groaned, and Prowls door wings vibrated a touch at the sound.

Prowl takes one long last look at your pleasured faceplate before promptly turning on his pede and briskly walking away. Prowl makes his way back to his office and sits, and finishes his entire daily paperwork log so quickly he's stuck sitting in his office staring at a blank datapad. Now, the other problem he had to solve. How is Prowl to... inform you that you're not allowed to self-service outside of your habsuite.

Prowl knows you have that false spike in your subspace. He knows he could call you in right now and make you empty your entire subspace on his desk for him. Say some of the autobots were smuggling... contraband. If you didn't drop it, he'd frisk you for it. Regardless, it would be put out on his desk, and Prowl would scold you and properly punish you. Prowl would use it on you. Force that false spike in your valve again and again and watch you fall apart while his own spike ached against his modesty panel. He'd make you overload all over yourself until all you could say was his designation.

His processor supplied the image of you sitting on his desk, with your legs splayed open on either side of you. Transfluid all over the front of your chassis from your overworked spike. With Prowls own spike sitting heavy against the mesh of your valve...

Prowl has to force himself to turn and go on break. Which leads to him walking like he's on his way to kill a mech and subsequently scaring anyone out of his way as he makes his way to his habsuite. Prowl overloads into his fist so hard his battle computer resets itself from the heat. When it turns back, his logic center started by running through the success he'd have getting himself alone with you and your potential routes of travel around the ark... It takes a shameful amount of effort to dismiss the prompt...

The stasis cuffs Prowl always keeps in his subspace feel absurdly heavy.

-

Ironhide is like Prowl, he'd come expecting to have to drag a troublemaker or two out and lay into them. He's not usually light on his pedes, but he'd had to learn to be after this many vorns at war. So he makes his way over ready to drag an autobot out like a buzzing scraplet if he needed to. But he stops when he hears a sharp invent that could have been pained? The sound sets his plating shifting the wrong way, and he gets even quieter and reaches a tentative servo against his subspace. Ready to pull his blaster out if he had to blast like pit as soon as he turned that lil' corner.

Ironhide's optics catch movement, and his gaze is drawn to the little broken patch of wall that gives him a small but wide enough gape to easily pear in and see what was on the other side. Ironhide stops and actually focuses on it only to recognize just who's plating that was- You failing to stifle a moan sends Ironhides plating ruffling for an entirely different reason. Oh, sweet slaggin- Ironhide has to bite his glossia so he wouldn't curse a storm under his own vents. Really? Here? Now? You were actually doing this?! You little pervert!

Ironhide- Ironhide knew whatever he felt about you was- well, fragged to put it lightly. He'd been online for frankly too damn long, and he'd never felt like this before. (And that only made it freak him out even more.) Yeah, he'd loved and crushed and fantasized, but whatever you were doing to his systems was something else. The blasted amount of feelings you were giving Ironhide was a pain in his aft on a good day. On his bad days, he couldn't focus on anything else, but his processor conjured charged fantasies- like he was a fragging youngling who'd just learned what interfacing was.

Ironhide sure wasn't about to let that stop him from doing his job, though. He was gonna drag you out and put you on chore duty for a week for this- You failing to stifle a groan that only turned muffled halfway which made Ironhide focus back on you through the gap and Ironhide swallowed hard. You had your digits shoved into your own mouth, thrusting them in again every time you thrust your spike into your other servo. You moaned against your own digits, your own desperate servo sending a bit of oral lubricant down your chin.

Arousel spiked in Ironhides frame so damn fast he didn't even have a chance to deny the HUD prompt before his array snapped back of its own accord. Ironhide bit his glossia, glaring at his now suddenly very fully ready to go spike. Ironhide cursed hard in his proccessor at his own frames utter betrayal. You whined around your digits, and Ironhides will shattered like glass. His servo cupped and immediately started stroking his own spike. Fine- fine! Ironhide would let you have this harmless dirty little secret. Even if he shared it a little bit with you-

Ironhide took the sight of you in- Optics bright, mouth making a mess all over yourself with your own digits, Spike hard and probably aching- Ironhides spike throbbed and he made sure to match the pace on his spike with your own servos speed. Ironhide pressed slightly against the wall, imagining it was you. Instead, he could press into the ground. Pit- Ironhide could take two the last two steps and do it right now- (He wouldn't- he couldn't.) Just two easy steps, and he'd scold you for being a pervert. (With his own spike already dripping-) Ironhide could punish you for it- he should punish you for it.

Ironhide would make you get on your knees and he'd have you swallow his spike. Put something better in there than your own desperate digits- you groaned on your own digits, and it was scarily easy to imagine you on his spike instead. Ironhide overloads to the sound of your own overload- he has to set his jaw tight, so the heavy groan that wanted to roll out of it wouldn't give him away.

Ironhide then realizes he's made a mess on the wall with his own transfluid and quickly grabs the rag he keeps in his subspace for oil. He wipes his mess up as quickly as he can before turning and making his way back to the main hallway. Ironhide might not get you for self servicing- but he can definitely scold you for slacking when you're supposed to be on the job. So Ironhide waits around the corner for you to come out on your own accord. 

... Ironhide realizes he can't deny this much longer before some other part of him breaks.

-

Jazz is naturally light on his pedes after vorns of making sure he stays that way. He doesn't even have to stop before he's leaning up against the wall instinctively when he hears another soft set of sounds trying and failing to stay quiet. So Jazz does what he does and sneaks over to find out what's what. He half wonders what he's gonna interrupt so he leans to peak between a gap to see a peak of whatevers being hidden from him- and Jazz almost immediately gives himself away like some kind of rookie at the sight of you with your interface array popped open.

Jazzs spark stutters and arousal starts pumping through his system like it was his function. As soon as he realizes it's you- You self servicing- a delighted smile curls on his face, and he leans farther against his little gap to get a better view. Oh, Jazz is lucky! he's so lucky-

Jazz had long accepted the admittedly almost obsessive hold you had on his spark and processor. After a few internal debates, he'd elected his feelings for you while wild were also genuine. So Jazz just needed to squash down the more- intense urges, and he should be fine. Jazz was never the type of mech to shy away from vices. Whether it was a harmless perversion or the unsavory things he needed to be or do as the head of special operations. Jazz had no objections in indulging in his romantic desire for you. (He just needed to make sure it didn't consume him whole while he tried to woo you properly.)

Jazz could interrupt and scold you teasingly and offer a servo, but Jazz knew you wouldn't be likely to want to keep going after being interrupted doing what you thought was private...

So he decides he'll take the harmless- (what you didn't need to know wouldn't hurt you.)  opportunity and activate the record function setting on his visor. He didn't want to miss this- Your servo stroking along your twitching spike, other servo running along your frame touching and grasping at the gasps in your plating. Giving Jazz a proper show of you tentatively touching yourself. Jazz wonders what your spike would feel like in his valve when you buck your hips against your own hold. Jazz then has to bite down on his bottom derma so he wouldn't groan at the sight of you spreading your legs unknowingly, giving him an optic full of your obscenely dripping valve.

Jazz reigns in the wild urge to jump you- to offer to help because he knows the act would ruin any process he'd made getting closer to you even just as a friend-Jazz leaned even closer, focusing on your digits teasingly brushing against your own mesh and anterior node. Jazz found himself wanting to bury two digits down to the knuckle in your valve and hear what sound you'd make. Would you manage to stay quiet like you were now, or would you moan for him? You panted out quick vents and noises that were still so restrained due to where you were. Your servo jerked your twitching spike quicker, causing more soft and barely audible sounds.

Jazzs own digits started to dig into the gap of his inner thigh armor. Moving to run along there against the dips of his own array panel. He'd pop his aching spike out, but Jazz didn't want to even chance ruining any little sound you might make with his own noises. Or the sound of his own lubricant- this was all you, baby. All for him-

Jazz has to dig his digit pads into his own thigh- scratching the paint right off when he watches you overload. You looked so good- So perfect. So sultry. So perfect for him-

Jazz has to force himself to hit end on the recording when you start to rise and move to quickly clean up. You'd be coming his way in a moment, after all. So Jazz casually stalks his way back to the common hallway he'd started at and moves to finish that report he'd originally been filing. He's definitely just going through the motions, though. His processor replaying his new prized recording over and over for him behind his visor.

He's self servicing to it as soon as he tucks into his habsuite for scheduled recharge. Jazz is already making notes about how you touched yourself and how he could keep that little information tucked away for later. Jazz, let's himself imagine spiking you in your little area and giving you a proper valve overload, making your optics bright and your vents shaky. Jazz then imagines riding your spike and filling him up like he'd filled you up. He imagines sucking your spike- tasting your valve. Jazz had already accepted that he wanted you in every way you'd let him, so he has no problem indulging further and further.

Jazz overloads hard watching you overload a second time. And Jazz has to bite down on his own knuckles to not set Red alerts hallway sensors off. Maybe... Jazz could adjust your work schedule and give you just slightly more free time than you have right now. Would be a shame if your little hiding spot went... underutilized.

Jazz just hoped he'd be quick enough to catch you next time, too.

[st-peculiar]

I love these little tunes, they’re so lovely

another to:a jingle. this time it's a little gloomy

it's not as much of a jingle as it is a theme for the ship as it is a little silly piece of fanart because it feels arke-like to me it does bring joy tagging @st-peculiar because to:a :)

[tinydefector]

Mirage Rut cycle

Gen 1 Mirage x human reader

Rut cycle masterlist

Fanfic masterlist

Word count:1.6k

Warnings: smut, Nsfw, Valveplug, oral, thigh fucking.

Woooo finally finished!!!

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Mirage couldn't help but smirk to himself as he ghosted after the oblivious human. Their sweet scent had beckoned him like a siren's song since he had re-entered the base, and his stealth systems ensured they remained none the wiser. A little fun couldn't hurt during such a tense ceasefire, could it? He synched softly as they wandered the halls, taking inventory of damages while he admired.

When a turn brought them to a dead end of the ark, he shimmered back into view, blocking their path with a predatory gleam in his optics. "Well little mouse got you" Mirage purred.

"All alone at last. Whatever shall we do?" His field pulsed with not so subtle heat, but the smile gracing his face has them smiling back at the mech. They laugh loudly as Mirage scoops them up Into his arms. "Omg you menace you could have given me a heart attack!" They shake their head before resting it against his plating.

Mirage snorted softly in amusement at their reaction. " It's not my fault if you organics are so jumpy," he replied loftily, a soft buzz leaving his frame. He gazed down at them comfortably cradled in his arms.

Their hands pressed to his plating left oily smudges, and he ‘tsk’ in mock disapproval. "Such a messy little thing. Perhaps you require...a thorough cleaning," he purred, plating heating as his optics flicker down the halls wondering how quickly he could have them back at his room.

Not waiting for a reply he sauntered off to his suite, plans already forming to enjoy his time with his little lover during his cycle, and Mirage always did so enjoy "deep cleaning".

They chuckle and lean into his touch. "Getting all worked up, are you handsome?" they tease softly, pressing a kiss to faceplate. The sweet scent of their hormones have his plating clamming up. He desperately wanted them.

Mirage chuckled, nuzzling the human with care. "This ceasefire has put us all on edge, but… I seem to have the best little distraction," he murmured. Gently lifting them onto the berth once the door shuts.

"Mmm, need a little release?" They hum while smooching him again, he can feel their scent rubbing onto his plating as they tease him. Mirage's engine revved eagerly at the playful teasing. "Minx," he chuckled, nuzzling them gently in return. "You know exactly how to get me going.”

Sliding a finger under their chin, Mirage gazed upon their smiling face with care, the playful banter between them bringing a sense of lightness to the moment. "You're trouble, you know that?"

"You like that I'm trouble, you flaunt me around in front of Smokescreen all the time, playing with fire. now that your in rut and cons are at base, be a shame if one of these seekers got their claws on your little human " they teased, knowing they had him hook line and sinker. He wouldn't let anyone else touch or have them and even less now that he was rutting.

"Ah, always stirring the pot, aren't you?" Mirage quipped, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. The human's words hit a nerve, a mix of amusement and a hint of defensiveness creeping into his tone. "Maybe I might just let Smokie have you, or Sunstreaker " he retorted, his optics glinting mischievously as he played along with the banter.

The sweet intoxicating scent of his little lover has Mirage nearly growling in want. "Ohhh possessive?" They tease him while pulling his faceplate towards them so they can kiss him, they drag their fingers down the side of his faceplate playing with the different plates.

"Better hurry if you don't want others to come crawling looking for me because they can smell me," they playfully urged, knowing the effect their scent had on him. "I think I can handle a little competition," he quipped, Despite the teasing, Mirage couldn't deny the possessive streak that ran through him.

The idea of others vying for his lover's attention only fueled his determination to keep them close, "Christ Raj I can literally smell the Ozone seeping off your plating, I didn't realise you were that horny" they state. Mirage's optics darkened with desire as he gazed at his lover, their scent intoxicating him beyond reason. "You have no idea how much I'm holding back" he growled, his voice laced with need and longing.

Mirage leaned in, capturing their lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. They let out a surprised squeal as his lips and glossa trace over their throat and shoulder, their hands shooting out to cup his face as he crawls onto his berth above them. "Think I have a pretty good idea, can feel your spike pressed against me, horny bot" they coo as Mirage grinds against them.

"Oh, you think you have a pretty good idea just from that, do you?" he teased. They whine loudly while trying to hook a leg over his hip. "Raj.. you going to keep rutting against me Or actually fuck me?" They inquire, nails digging into his plating lightly scratching his paint.

"Oh, you're in quite the mood today, aren't you?. Frag you smell like you're in heat" he teased, the hunger in his optics unmatched as he stares down at them. With a low growl of need, Mirage leaned in, capturing their lips in a searing kiss.

"Mm my sweet little thing all wound up for me" he whispered huskily, his voice dripping with desire. A breathless moan leaves them as Mirage's servos move to begin undressing them, their skin prickles under his touch as goose bumps littler their body. They yelp when his cold servos grip their hips. "God your hands are cold!" His lips curled into a smirk as he leaned in closer, his voice laced with amusement and desire. "Just trying to cool you down a bit, can't have you overheating on me" he quipped, his touch sending shivers down their spine

His lips trace down their chest, glossa leaving a trail of lubricant in its wake as he tastes the hormones and pheromones. It has him leaning down closer to them, spike gliding against their stomach and thighs. Each moan and gasp from them only spurred Mirage on. With them guiding his every movement, Mirage couldn't help but let out a series of teasing whispers, his voice dripping with desire.

"Well, aren't you a delicious treat," Mirage purred, "Guiding me along, are we? I must say, you have quite the talent for leading me astray," he continued, his tone light and playful. They laugh only to moan again as he makes his way further down their body, lifting their hips as he cups his mouth around them teasing his glossa between their thighs.

Mirage's voice was a velvet whisper against their skin, mischief flicking in his optics as he smirks against their thigh. "Well, well, what do we have here?" His tone playful, his gaze meeting theirs as he slowly presses his glossa into them. "I do believe you're enjoying this, aren't you?" he teased.

They arch into each thrust of his glossa. With one servo firmly gripping their hips, Mirage's other servo ventured down to stroke his spike, the transfluid leaking from him leaves a light pink trail across their skin and the berth. a wave of pleasure washed over them, their moans mingling with Mirage's hungry growls.

With each stroke and caress, Mirage manorvers their body to press his face closer between their legs. "Fuck Mirage, please stop teasing" they huff out only to moan again as the mech thrust him glossa back into them, making them squirm against his hold as their hips arch and buck into each movement.

Mirage's smirk widened at their plea, " someone's getting impatient, I do love it when you beg," he teased, his glossa expertly gliding against their sensitive skin, tracing over their sex making them buck against him again. another whimper leaves them as he sucks a mark into their skin.

He slowly drags himself away from them, licking his lips as he trails his digits down their body, chuckling to himself before he cages them in. His other servo continues to work his spike, transfluid leaking out onto their nude body as he kisses up their chest. The trail of his digits down their body sent shivers of anticipation through them, their thighs spreading wider for him.

"You taste so good," Mirage's tone was filled with hunger and need. They whine again, arms grabbing his helm as they guide him. The slick sensation of his transfluid leaves a tingling sensation in its wake as he presses his spike between their thighs.

Mirage presses down against them, doing his best not to put too much weight on them as he picks up his pace. The sensation of their skin has him venting heavily, face pressed into their sweaty skin as he inhales their scent. It's enough to make Mirage choke out a cry when he finally overloads.

Mirage's engine hitched as they whined, their arms grabbing his helm in a desperate plea for more. He coating them in a bright pink fluid As he continues to move against them. Pressing kisses to their skin as he comes down from his high of an overcharged build up due to his rut.

they both gasped for breath, the air thick with the scent of their body and frame, sweat and coolant mixing together. They both lay there before they started to giggle. Only to squirm and fight back as Mirage's digits ran across their transfluid covered body. Taking what he could and slowly pressing it between their thighs. "Mirage!" They shout while wiggling trying to get away.

"Such a feisty one, aren't you?" He hums while continuing to press his digits into them. “That's its sweetspark. Primus you look good like this. Might have to lock us in for a bit because your working my systems up again” he rumbles while pulling them to rest against his chassis.

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[revelboo]

Your Hound and Trailbreaker fics are making me smile so much! It’s always a delight to see them! I wonder if any of the humans on the Ark have tried to make a break for it? Only to get into trouble out in the wilderness and have to be rescued for real 😂

Hound and Teeb’s humans are making an escape attempt

Too Tired To Wink Pt 3

Trailbreaker x Reader

• Is he sleeping? Do giant, alien robot monsters sleep? His visor had gone dim about an hour or so ago, cheek on his outstretched arm and mouth hanging open. Looks asleep. Back pressed to the wall, you creep along it. Most of his bulk is sprawled out on the floor where he’d trapped you under his berth and trying to coax you out. Moving slowly past his servos, you’re afraid to even breathe in case you wake him up. No real plan aside from reaching the vent set into the wall that’s low enough to be accessible. The slots in it big enough to squeeze through. Hopefully.

• Vents clearing noisily at a soft rustling, his head lifts and for a moment he can’t figure out why he’s lying on the floor of his habsuite. Then he does remember when he hears you break into a run. Because you’re not under the berth anymore, you’re sprinting like your life depends on it and he lunges after you. “Wait!” You don’t even look back, throwing yourself at the grate covering a vent and wiggling through the slots as his spark constricts. Trying to hook his servos against the edges and pry the thing loose as he hears you running deeper inside. “That’s dangerous!” And he yanks the grate loose and lays flat to see inside, but you’re out of sight already.

• Running headlong, you round a bend and shriek when the floor just slopes sharply and you fall to go sliding. Coming to a stop when you hit something that falls on you and yelps at the bottom. Frantically clawing to get away, because you can’t see anything and someone kicks you in the gut. And when you hear the terrified swearing, you start laughing. “Great minds think alike,” you manage as you struggle to fend off your idiot coworker before they try to punch you in the face in their panic.

• Venting tiredly, he mass shifts and still has to bend low to fit through the gap. Wishes he knew the layout of the ventilation system or had time to pull it up, but you’re likely to get yourself hurt while he’s researching. And he’s always been more of an action over planning type. Wonders how well humans can see in the dark as he hears an echoing shriek. Not very well, he bets. Plating scraping the top of the vent, he makes his way forward in an awkward shuffle.

• Finding out your work bestie has been in the vents wandering aimlessly for hours according to their estimate isn’t exactly reassuring. It’s pitch inside, though occasionally there’s a tiny amount of light from a grate and they linger long enough to try and check if anyone is around. Because if they can get out of the vents and into whatever alien central is, they can try to find an open door and run outside. Hopefully. You know that’s a long shot as you trail after your buddy and stop short at a faint cry. Your friend turning to urgently wave you over, a finger pressed to their lips as you join them in peering through the slots. Realizing this vent is much higher up than yours had been and there’s a smaller blue and red alien. And a human. And they’re-oh. Clapping a hand over your mouth as the bot groans, hips pumping and his human begins urging him on. And you can’t breathe as you fight the urge to just start cackling and give yourself away. Because what the hell? At least with yours he’s too big to have nabbed you for that. Though that person seems to be having a hell of a time from the sound of it.

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[corruptedcodelines]

Ark was on the hunt. Using every skill she had as a System Monitor and a Renegade, she had been working hard to track a program without the program knowing that she was there. Unfortunately, that meant that she had to hang back further than she'd like to, but it was the safest option right now, until she got a better understanding of the situation. If she was correct, this program had a chance to be Tron, which meant she had to be on her best game to stay out of his notice.

This was a risk he shouldn't be taking right now.

He kept his head down as he wove his way through the crowds, his helmet rezzed only over the bottom of his face to keep programs from recognizing either of his appearances. He didn't want to draw undue attention as... either... of his faces.

Well... one was hos face anyway.

He kept his senses flowing through the Grid with every step, his eyes sharp as he tried to find any trace of the being that had been haunting this sector. If his information was correct... they could have another virus problem... if not... well then the worst that could happen would just be a random program having a laugh-

He felt his code shift unsettlingly, his steps stumbling for a moment as his processes slowed by just a nano.

Following. Behind. Careful.

He frowned to himself, continuing on his way down the populated street as he casually looked around. This place wasn't extremely popular by his standard... but it was still hosting twenty or so programs all going about their lives. Nothing... quite out of the ordinary just yet.

Suspicious...

He clenched his teeth, glaring down at his shadow.

You stated that before... and there was no one within a twenty click radius.

Silence for a long moment.

Female. Blue circuits. Blackguard Walk. Following.

He shouldered past a group of young programs gathering at one of the energy bars, their voices loud enough to almost drown out the voice in his head as he shielded his eyes against the lights. He stretched out his senses again to the Grid, closing out the bustle and digital noise of the Common Finctions to hone in on anything brighter.

[techhiz]

Hello, can do resquest, Transformers earthspark Soundwave x Femme reader, where both were husbands but Soundwave cared more about Megatron leaving aside the reader who really did not want to participate in the war but Soundwave convinced her, and now Soundwave tries to court her back to the reader who took Ratbat with her

Echoes of the past.

Soundwave sat in the shadows of his makeshift quarters, the soft hum of the Ark’s distant systems the only sound. The war was over. The battlefields were silent. Yet, the void within his spark had never been louder.

You.

His bonded sparkmate, the one who had always been his anchor, had left long ago, taking Ratbat with you. He couldn’t blame you—not after what he had done.

During the war, his loyalty to Megatron had consumed him. He had placed the Decepticon cause above everything else, including you. Your reluctance to participate in the war had been clear, but his words—his persuasion—had drawn you in.

And then he had left you to fight alone, prioritizing Megatron’s commands over your well-being, over your spark.

Now, you were gone, and the regret was suffocating.

When Soundwave finally located you, it was by chance—a brief glimpse of your unique energy signature detected through his network. You had settled on a quiet, neutral planet, far from Cybertron and its politics. The small home you shared with Ratbat was modest, surrounded by greenery and untouched by war.

He stood at a distance, watching as you interacted with Ratbat, who was perched on your shoulder, chirping happily. It was a serene moment, a picture of the peace you had always wanted—and one he had denied you.

"Y/N," he finally spoke, his voice filtered through his visor.

You froze, your optics narrowing as you turned to face him. Ratbat fluttered its wings, sensing the tension in the air.

"Soundwave," you replied coldly, your tone cutting through the silence.

He took a step closer, his frame towering yet subdued. "I have come... to atone."

Your optics flared, the emotions you had buried for so long surging to the surface. "Atone? Now? After everything? You dragged me into that war, Soundwave. You convinced me that it was for a better future. And then you left me—left us—for Megatron and his endless crusade."

He flinched at your words, his normally stoic demeanor cracking. "Megatron... was misguided. I was misguided."

You laughed bitterly. "Misguided doesn’t even begin to cover it. I begged you to leave the war behind, but you were too blinded by loyalty to see what it was doing to us—to me."

Soundwave’s visor dimmed, his hands clenching at his sides. "Regret... overwhelming."

"Regret won’t change what happened," you said, your voice softer now but still firm. "I’ve built a life here, away from all of it. Ratbat and I are finally free."

"I have changed," Soundwave said, his voice almost a whisper. "The war... is over. Megatron... no longer commands my loyalty. My spark... belongs to you."

You stared at him, searching for any sign of deception. But all you saw was sincerity—and pain.

"And what do you expect me to do with that?" you asked, crossing your arms.

"Request: a chance," he said, taking another cautious step forward. "To rebuild. To prove... my devotion."

Ratbat chirped softly, glancing between the two of you.

"You can’t just walk back into my life and expect things to go back to the way they were," you said, your voice trembling. "You broke my trust, Soundwave. Do you even understand how hard it was for me to leave?"

"Understanding: complete," he said, his tone heavy with guilt. "Effort: will not falter."

Over the next several cycles, Soundwave worked tirelessly to prove himself. He didn’t push or demand anything from you—instead, he focused on small gestures.

He repaired parts of your home that had fallen into disrepair. He brought you rare energon treats that he knew you liked. He even spent hours with Ratbat, who was initially wary of him but slowly began to warm up.

One day, as you watched Soundwave fixing a broken energon generator, you felt a pang in your spark. Despite everything, he was trying.

Late one evening, you found him sitting outside, staring up at the stars. He seemed smaller somehow, his frame less imposing than you remembered.

"Soundwave," you said softly, approaching him.

He turned, his visor reflecting the starlight. "Y/N."

You sat beside him, the silence stretching between you. Finally, you spoke. "I see what you’re trying to do. And I appreciate it. But it’s going to take time."

"Understanding," he said simply.

You hesitated, then reached out to place a hand on his. "I just need to know that this time, it’s real. That I’m not just second to another cause."

He turned his hand to grasp yours gently. "Priority: you. Always."

A Spark Rekindled

In the weeks that followed, the walls you had built around your spark began to crack. Soundwave’s presence became a comfort rather than a reminder of the past. Ratbat, too, seemed happier, often perching on Soundwave’s shoulder and chirping contentedly.

One day, as you stood in the doorway of your home, watching him tinker with a new project, you felt a warmth in your spark that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

"Soundwave," you called.

He turned, his visor glowing faintly. "Yes, Y/N?"

You stepped forward, your optics meeting his. "Maybe... it’s time we tried again."

His frame stiffened in surprise, but then he reached out to take your hand. "Gratitude: eternal."

As you leaned into him, resting your helm against his chest plate, you felt the steady hum of his spark beneath the metal. For the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to hope.

[emmasmoke8]

I have a new Sonic AU I may or may not do stuff for. I’m going to tell you guys everything I have right now.

It’s an AU where Sonic was also made on the ARK alongside Shadow.

Before Project Shadow was conceived, Gerald and the other scientists were working with the chaos emeralds. This is how the Biolizard came to be. However, something else happened. A hedgehog was formed from the excess chaos energy. The hedgehog, however, had no life. It was just a husk. It was kept around, however, because of how good it was at handling chaos energy

When Project Shadow finally bore fruit, the husk awakened because of Shadow’s overwhelming chaos energy. It served as Shadow’s original inhibitors, an external regulation system. Gerald kept the new hedgehog (named Sonic after his incredible speed and the sound frequency his body emits when handling Shadow’s energy) to serve as a tool for Shadow and Maria

Sonic was treated as an inanimate object by everyone except Maria and Shadow. They were kind to him, and in turn, he was fond of them. It helped that Sonic and Shadow had this supernatural connection and dependency on each other

Gerald noticed this, but he didn’t get concerned until he realized Sonic and Shadow’s relationship was decidedly different in nature than the ones they had with Maria and she with them

Gerald worried that this fledgling relationship would interfere with Project Shadow’s primary purpose of healing Maria and other children. He also saw Sonic as nothing more than a tool. It took no effort to seal Sonic’s memories and send him to G.U.N. on Earth to be their weapon. It was preferred since it bought Gerald more time to work on Project Shadow and help Maria

Unfortunately, the pod taking Sonic to Earth was destroyed. He was presumed dead.

Gerald was displeased because it meant G.U.N. was still on his case. Maria and Shadow were also unhappy. Maria’s illness grew worse because of her grief and sorrow. Shadow was angrier, and he would have gone berserk if Gerald hadn’t erased their memories of Sonic and made Shadow his inhibitor rings

On Earth, Sonic returned to a husk without Shadow’s excess energy, but he wasn’t dead. The Chao found him. He was in a coma under their protection for like 40ish years, give or take. Eventually, his body connected with the planet, gaining chaos energy from that and coming back to life. All he knew were the Chao and his name, however, so he stuck to living on Earth

Everything happens with the raid and Sonic Adventure 2 and whatnot. I’m trying to figure out when I want to start having Sonic and Shadow remember. I think it’d be funny if Shadow remembers first, because he’ll be in love with Sonic and the other hedgehog won’t know

[kaeso4ka]

You run away from Optimus, but he catches up with you

Pairing: yandere shattered glass Optimus Prime x reader

/SYSTEM RUN. CRITICAL ENGINE TEMPERATURE. DANGER OF EXPLOSION/

Your fingers flew across the keyboard. Sirens were blaring all around, and all sorts of warnings were blaring.

/DAMAGE TO OUTER HULL. DANGER OF EXPLOSIVE DEPRESSURIZATION.

“Shit!” you pounded your fist on the dashboard. It didn't feel any better: now her hand was sore. “Distress signal, where is it…?”

/DISCONNECTED. FATAL ANTENNA FAILURE.

You tried to concentrate on staying on course: the space shuttle was tossing sideways time after time, and the still-working radars ahead were showing asteroids. Lots of them. A hell of a lot.

The ship shook again. You'd think it was an explosion in one of the furthest compartments. Or?

“My Spark,” the loudspeaker distorted Prime's voice, ”and how long are you going to run from me?”

You were silent. The microphone was no longer working.

“Oh… I see. Did Ark's aimed shot do much damage to your ship? I'm sorry.”

/ COLLISION HAZARD! PULL UP!

The ship shook again, the darkness of space ahead blending with the maroon color of the alarm.

“You know, I want to give you one last chance to escape. You can steer the ship into an asteroid. Just the way you like it.”

You didn't even have to do it on purpose: the helm was jammed. The shuttle finally lost control, and a moment later it collided tangentially with the asteroid. You could hear multiple explosions clearly now, and a moment later the fireball reached your skin. The screaming subsided at once. The alarms went silent.

The piece of mangled meat lying on the platform hardly resembled a human being. But there was no fooling Prime: of course it was you.

The mangled body was a stump - more like a wreck - of arms and legs; skin blackened by fire; a broken face, with a slanted nose and missing lower lip.

Optimus lowered himself onto the platform.

“My Spark,” the scarlet optics lit up a little brighter, ”I hear you've stopped screaming. Ratchet injected you with medication after all?”

A quiet wheeze was the mech's answer.

“Fine,” Optimus touched the severed leg, pulling at the flap of flesh. It broke off with a distinctive cracking sound, “The consequences of a crash in space are always unpredictable. Your ship is beyond repair, alas. But your body is. What do you think?”

Prime's gaze lingered on your groin.

“I thought you'd stay that way for the time being. Your condition needs to be stabilized for cyberforming. You realize that. It's a matter of your survival.”

The crotch armor disappeared into the grooves, releasing the connector with a quiet click.

“But I have waited a long time. Your escape has made me hold back too long.”

[ngage2003]

Hey so heres a fun question.

What actually are the Operator's powers? Sure, yeah, it can bend reality and eat away at your soul, but why does it cause that ear grating static we know and love? Why does it cause seizures? Why is it defeated by definitely-not-advil?

The answer is remarkably simple in my opinion.

For whatever reason, the Operator specifically (but not the Ark, which I find fascinating but is another story,) disrupts electricity. That is why it fucks up electronics royally and causes them to behave erratically.

The seizure thing proves this more than anything, as seizures are caused when there is a miscommunication between nerve cells in the brain! These cells communicate via chemical and electrical signals.

Why do Tim's pills work then? Well they're anticonvulsants, usually to some degree used to lower/manage electrical signals, as a seizure is literally just electricity in the brain more or less spasming, causing a whole chunk of distress and confusion/disorientation. This (technically) physical attack combined with the mental/emotional ones the Operator throws at its victims is why its so deadly, and Tim's status as someone who has access to anticonvulsants and an system to act as mental protection is why he is better off against the Operator than others.

[g405t-t43]

Svsss wrong number au but across dimensions

Basically it's the svsss universe but only sqh transmigrated and (since it is pre-abyss/ current abyss ark) sj is still alive

There's this artifact that each of the sects have (Maybe it's passed down to sect leaders? Or it's common place enough that almost everyone has one). The artifact is either a stone slab or scroll or book that whatever you write on it will also be written on the other books

(A way of long distance communication via sqhs bullshitting because he would definitely find ways to put modern inventions in his book)

It could be common place, like an enchanment/curse easily placed on objects? But sect leaders obviously have their own secret network/book thing or whatever

Que shen yuan! (Terminally ill silly guy who doesn't really have many friends but loves lurking around fan servers) He gets randomly added to the sect leaders gc (and for him it does function the same as a normal groupchat would) while binghe is in the abyss

Wife beam shen yuan and he absolutely charms them all (even though sy thinks he just stumbled upon a hard core pidw role play chat- that doesn't even have the main character! How stingy!) Everyone loves sy, he's already gathered a reverse male Harem

At the same time lbh find a similar artifact in the abyss and is also able to message sy. And now there's 2 way this can go;

1. He knew lbh before the rest of the gc and lbh is just better at acting like a normal person and likes having someone who knows absolutely nothing abt him to talk to

2. He starts talking to lbh around the same time he joins the other gc and misunderstands the situation (he thinks the gc kicked this poor lbh role player out bc all the characters they are rping as have been wronged by him in some way and they don't like him- which sy thinks is! Ridiculous!!! Even being this in character how could you not like the protagonist?????!?!?) So lbh ends up getting a lot of sympathy and anger on his behalf from sy and immediately falling in love

Then sy somehow single handedly fixes the pidw universe bc he thinks that of this many people are going to be rping this in character than goddammit he's going to make this gc into a self-insert fix-it fic!!

Climax comes with miscommunication! (Probably)

Things are heating up in the pidw universe and lbh is abt to go on his revenge ark journey when suddenly sy falls very ill! Then everyone worries and stops fighting, sy opens up for one of the first times in his life and asks his friends to stop fighting (and roleplaying) and just visit him

However, since they are literally from different universes, they CANT come visit, but sy takes this as they refuse to take him seriously and break character just for once bc he's trying to be emotionally vulnerable here dammit!!

Sy ends up just cutting contact with all of them (and they literally have no other way to contact him)

Everyone is forced to work together to find sy (they cannot) and some discussions of feelings are had

Sqh has the whole situation figured out but due to being very nervous abt how they will react if he revealed himself (+the system) it takes him a while to say anything

Sqh reveals the whole other world, transmigration secret and everyone is shocked

Then lbh takes his sex sword and some other people (haven't decided who yet- probably sqh and sj) to find sy

When they find him he is NOT doing well (cutting contact with the only positive influence you have had in your life for a while can do that) and everybody sits down and talks shit out

Lbh takes the opportunity to woo sy as well as he can bc he is making that man his wife no matter what (or he will be the wife- just as long as he is with sy)

Not quite sure how it should end yet

I think sy should go live in the pidw universe???? But at the same time his terminal illness (+ the comforts of modern life) And his family is probably going to be more present in his life so he would be less likely to leave them

He could be the child of divorce between the 2 universes???? Visiting each one for a certain period of time then going back to the other (lbh ofc stays with him no matter what universe he lives in)

Sqh knows that sy is from the same world as him bc sy user shows up as peerless cucumber for a while, but after a short conversation in dms that was supposed to clear everything up it only made it worse

(Sqh thinks sy is also a transmigrater who just got sent into some Canon fodder side character that wasn't even named, while sy thinks this is a fellow poor unfortunate would who accidently got added to the gc and just stuck around like he did and began to have fun.)

[thearksys]

hey, we’re the ark system, a disabled, trans, genderqueer, OSDD system about to face homelessness.

we’re going to be evicted soon and plus our family is very very abusive, so we have to get out any way we can anyways. either way, soon we’ll be on the streets. we can’t work due to our disabilities and are waiting to be approved for SSI. we have no friends and no place we could possibly stay so without money, things are going to be rough.

PLEASE donate if you can. even $5 helps. and if you have a room somewhere, even for a night, let us know. we’re currently in the maryland area but planning to head to california when we’re officially kicked out.

our cashapp is $kmfdmlight

take this photo of a caracal, if it convinces you to donate any.