#idw cyclonus

[patchworkpoison]

drew this cyclonus for the robot polls on twitter go vote him now or else ur not my friend anymore

[spiritlion]

Canon

[hysterical-random-things]

Cygate Saturday

[holographic-mars]

Tailgate loves his very large wife

[bonek11ng]

Mr. Lonely

[acatpiestuff]

i suppose its only fair that I should remake this today

1st one  |  2nd one

[pumkin-patchwork]

this trend has been going around twitter and instagram and man it fits cyclonus and whirl perfectly so—

[snailythefan]

you guys will never guess what I recently got into

[starsh0ck]

Did this little colourwheel thing I saw on twitter!

I may do this again with more women/nonbinary characters

[nameless-headless]

Having difficulty accessing tumblr atm. I’ll be properly back in a week or so but meanwhile enjoy this why don’t you

[giantenemyrobot]

Og under cut, it made me think of them (everything does, I'm delusional)

[wing-locked]

☕️.

[hysterical-random-things]

[leefyberrybread]

Another late halloweenge thingyyy

[earthstellar]

Aged Machines

Kup kneels down to line up his sights, but struggles to get up as his back aches

Ratchet readies his scalpel over the incision line and his hands start to shake, pushing his own internal diagnostics to the side yet again

Alpha Trion struggles to adjust his optics to a particularly small font on his data pad

Megatron, after centuries of labour and battle, feels the soreness of his frame radiate outward

Optimus Prime, despite all the power of Primacy, leans forward in his seat as his chest aches around the Matrix

But how will the others start to age, after a lifetime of war?

Perceptor has a moment of panic as he loses track of a thought mid-sentence

Rodimus starts to feel the weight of his spoiler pulling at his back, slowing him down

Drift loses some coordination over time, his bladework no longer as precise

Cyclonus runs a claw along the subtle lines and grooves that appear in his faceplate

It's interesting to think about such long-lived beings ageing, over a seemingly endless period of time

[rawmeknockout]

Can I get tailgate having an absolute blast topping a very exited human while an emotionally confused but still horny cyclonus watches

Tailgate was more than pleased with your enthusiastic agreement; his engine had revved so loudly that Swerve looked over from his post behind the bar while mumbling with Ratchet. You had never thought the two to be such gossipy friends. It would be a lie to say you weren’t giddy to finally scratch the itch of curiosity. Too many of your nights have been spent pondering the frames of your closest friends, despite the icky invasive feeling it gave you. Although, starting with Tailgate might have been a mistake.

While you had first thought Tailgate to be more of an excitable kid at spark, you now think it’s fair to call him a shithead deviant instead. He’s all too comfortable leering at you from above, his frame so much bigger than you thought it would be, while his servos hold you fast by the waist as he opens you up on his chubby spike. Unlike your crew-mates, you don’t make it a habit to get up close and touchy with mechs. Being so close to the minibot really puts into perspective just how small you are, how easily he could crush you. His chassis is bulky and broad under your hands, fingers spread apart and still unable to cover the large expanse of armor. A gasp rattles your chest at the metal of his hips meeting your thighs.

You can at least be proud that you know exactly how smug Tailgate looks, despite his unconventional face structure. The bright blue light, blending and wavering into near whiteness from how charged up he is, forces you to look away; more from modesty than from the light itself. But then you’re met with the sight of Cyclonus watching you; red optics dark by contrast, watching with unwavering interest. His gaze is drawn to the point where you and Tailgate meet, his spike filling you completely. Tailgate thrusts into you with cautious slowness, happy to fuck you at a snail’s pace just to be close to you. You have to wonder if he’s is always this much of a bully to his conjunx, happy to demand Cyclonus kneel beside the bed and simply watch.

No touching himself or you.

It makes your heart and body ache for him. He’s always been nothing but polite and steadfast, loyal and assuring even when you thought he was terrifying. You have a hard time holding his gaze, squirming from the attention of both mechs on you. Tailgate presses his mouth guard to your neck, a pitchy, staticky giggle leaving his vocalizer. The sound of his demented little laughter instantly pulls a laugh from you, too. Partly nervous, partly genuine from the absurdity of Tailgate.

Your light laughter is broken up by the sound of Cyclonus’ powerful engine, a servo covering the furious flush on his grim faceplate. Oh, you see why Taikgate bullies him so.