#sparkle!anon

[castielsprostate]

Stop posting about the European Elections. It is so annoying no one cares

if you are european and of voting age, please please please go out (or online if your country offers it!) and vote this weekend! it is ESSENTIAL that we all use our right to vote, and we should make it our duty to do so!

queer rights, women's rights, and immigrants' rights are SEVERELY threatened if a right-wing alliance would be formed within the EU parliament. we cannot and should not stand for this!

if you are of voting age, please go out and vote! bring your mum, your dad, your brother, your sister, your friends, your neighbour! carpool together, get a little treat afterwards!! do it scared, do it angry, do it sad, do it nervous. but by god PLEASE do it!

we are stronger together!

✨ VOTE VOTE VOTE ✨

[clarissasbakery]

Thoughts on twipie?

they are cute…

[nuefass]

Pregnant megatron? Pregatron?

there is a metric shit load of asks in my askbox rn about pregnant Megatron… i must feed the masses 🤲

[starscream-is-my-wife]

https://www.tumblr.com/mckitterick/656710429731635200

Ohhh if the babies are little electric beings when young what if parents had carriers for the babies like that

Put babies in the fish tube

I think Starscream would use something like that, from what I remember the sparklings would hide in the plating of their parents until they get older cause they’re so small and squishy, but Starscream has missiles under his boobs, so when the sparkling is burrowing under his armor he’s like ‘damn I have to find some way to keep this thing from blowing us both up.’ Megatron has a black hole in him, he knows sparklings don’t go deep enough to reach internal weaponry like that, this is mostly so he won’t get toooo attached

Megatron would probably be offended at it at first but keeping something under your armor 24/7 is gonna get annoying so he ends up using it lmao

Starscream instinctively finds his ‘mate’ and baby gifts even if he doesn’t realize it, like that one eagle who keeps on flying huge sticks into his mates face

[blackpensils]

I was wondering how big Optimus was going to get but after seeing how big the war frame sparkling is against Megatron's hand

I'm fearing on behalf of Optimus, maybe now I understand all of Ratchet's worries about all this

Yeah no there's no way that's getting out without breaking something he's not build for that...

His balance is going to be completely off lmao

Yeah, it was very difficult to convey just how big a warframe sparkling is in comparison to Optimus in writing without there actually being anything to base it on. Especially since neither Ratchet and Optimus has actually seen one, so they're only going off of what Ratchet's medichip is telling him.

But yes, that little drawing of a baby war frame in Megatron's servo is about how big a war frame sparkling would be upon emergence. They would be more rubbery and not entirely solid upon the berth to not hurt them and then they would solidify upon contact with air (which can take anything from a few weeks to a year, depending entirely on the atmosphere of the planet you're on).

Optimus is going to be very bloated and big at the end of it. Especially since he's built like a twig. Fun fact, if he'd been about Bulkhead's size, then he probably wouldn't have shown at all! And there probably wouldn't have been as dangerous either.

The war frame sparkling drawing in question, btw.

[dat-lil-shark]

so what about the other tfp bots as cute little babies? your art style for Sparklings is so adorable

also Wheeljack looks so ugly that he's cute. Hand him over

Alright alright!

I'm currently working on everyone else anyways! But life have been busy lately so I'm gonna take a while to get to everyone. But so far here's four of them!

Orion Pax

Megatronus

Bumblebee

Starscream

And sure Anon have the Jackie! Here! Hold him carefully tho! He might bite. And be sure to feed him nine times a day. (and just ignore the one in the back btw)

[rememberwren]

Johnny showing you that being a slut is okay by pleading you to fuck him however you want, sit on his face, pin him down, ride him until he is an overstimulated trembling mess. Whispers all of that into your pussy, describing what else you can do to him, his hips grinding against the mattress eagerly to overstimulate himself in advance.

When you finally give up and climb on top of him, sinking onto his cock, he gets all loud, squirming under you desperately but not trying to move away one bit. Begs you to hold his hands above his head, keeps them up even if you let go, thriving on the idea of being restricted. Pleads, begs, prays the whole time, describing in minute details how needy he feels and how good you are. Vocals his need for you to pick up the pace, then pathetically cries out for you to slow down because he can't cum yet, not yet, please, he needs to feel more first.

Each time you lean closer to find your balance, whines into your mouth: "Am... Am I a good slut for ye? Am I a good slut for ye, bonnie?". Cums extra time of you mutter the degrading praise back into his mouth for the first time in the evening.

Have a good day!

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[startheskelaton]

Hello! Hope you have a nice day!

I have a memory of you saying Sparkplug cried the first time she transformed into a truck because she wasn't a cassette. Does that mean sparklings can't transform until a certain age? Or can people guess their alt mode before they get it?

I like to think in my AU, they grow into their alt mode.

I like to think they’re born from the ground, kinda rounded but with some color. They have a preset alt mode inside them tho, be it something that could fly or drive or something. As they get older, they process the information of those around them, whoever they’re around the most, they’ll take after in personality and looks. They can always modify themselves though.

When they’re around the age of a toddler, they are finally able to transform as their T-cog comes in. It’s a standard Cybertronian alt mode that will become more defined as they get older.

[popfizzles]

Do you have any specific designs for the mane six?

YEAH!...

I see a lot of Mane Six redesigns that take the basic concepts of them and then go crazy with it (which is good!! i love those too!!) but I'm more of the type take most of the canon design and just put a more personalized spin on it <:)

[pricknim]

Twilight and Sunset Shimmer for the ship?

The ship of ships. Thank you anon for requesting them <3

[nuefass]

lots of sparklings… yes… good… May I see Optimus and Starscream kiddo? You did draw them conceiving one 😏

behold… Virago-13. Starscream and Optimus Prime’s daughter. Triple changer: F-15 and a Tacoma 😆 She can change her colors in alt modes.

(Thanks for giving me something to do I was stuck at the fucking airport for 12 hours today)

[sunkissedlouis]

SPARKLE SUNSHINE IN TINY SHORTS AND SLUTTY TANK

AHHHH 😮‍💨😮‍💨

[blackpensils]

Optimus would be so mad that Megatron got the easy civilian birth while he got the ordeal of giving birth to warframes

Oh, Optimus would be so mad!!! The fact that Megatron would be having such an easy birth while Optimus had to struggle with nearly tearing his frame in half? Oh, you know he'd be mad as hell XD

[gardenerian]

happy Monday may i offer you this fact; Ian still gets super shy around Mickey 🥺

whether it’s the result of mickey doing something sweet or right before he does something sweet for mickey.

happy monday! thank you for making my day with this 😘🥺

ian gallagher blushing at his husband is so important! kicking his feets and huffing out shy little laughs!!! he's so giddy when he gets to do special things for mickey, finally able to unleash all his romantic energy!! he's wanted this since he was a kid!!! to openly love and spoil mickey milkovich!

helllooo??? he is so in love it makes me insane!

get out of here!!!! look how sweet and bashful and happy he is! this is his dream!!!!!!! and when mickey pulls out all the stops for him??? to be the one deserving of mickey's vulnerability, bravery, and undivided attention? to be trusted with that open affection????? HELLLOOOOO?????

he knows what a big deal that is!!! look how touched and elated he is! this is the shit that makes life so special!!!! hellloooooooo????

[hermit-lover]

Hello! I love your writing so keep up the good work :D

I would like to request Ren, Doc and Scar (Separate or not) with a ftm reader, preferably platonic.

It's completely fine if you don't want to though!

(Also if you end up doing it, may I please be ✨️ anon?)

A Moment Of Calm

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Character: DocM77 x Reader, Rendog x Reader

Type: Blurb (1.8k)

Theme: Platonic, Comfort

Summary: The grind of Season 8 and The Octagon have been wearing you thin, so you take a moment to recuperate after a great success.

TW: Dysphoria

A/N: Welcome ✨(Sparkle) Anon! Sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy. :)

It’s been a loooooooong couple of weeks, and that's almost an understatement. You thought joining in on Doc and Ren’s shenanigans this season would be entertaining, but didn't account for Doc’s affinity for shooting for the moon (heh). Seeing his projects in seasons past you should’ve guessed it would be equally as crazy, but something in you rationed that maybe he would take it easy. Big mistake. Considering it started with somehow creating a super-chunk of a horrifying amount of spawners. You have been endlessly grinding copper and logs to fuel the shops, hearing shulkers grumble in your sleep, and building up the centre of your new base of operations. The Octagon. It was honestly huge, with complex corners and shape lending to the mechanical aesthetic you’ve leant into this season. It wasn't one you typically built in, unlike the mad scientist, and you’d be lying if you said you didn't miss the ease of terraforming. Soft dirt and plants under palm instead of gritty redstone that has long since dyed your nails. But being part of this team was rewarding in its own right.

You settle into the wooden seat sat on the floor, grunting as your knees crack with effort, and your ribs protest. How long has it been since you’ve taken off your binder?- ah no matter. A sigh pulls from your lips at the chance to relax, a crackling campfire soothing your nerves. The seat isn't necessarily the most comfortable, but after a long day's work you were looking forward to the staple of your meetings. A barbeque. Stretching your shoulders against the tight fabric under your shirt, you look to your teammates as they arrive, chattering animatedly. Ren’s voice carries first, agreeing enthusiastically to something Doc was explaining. Ever the enabler, or hype man as he would prefer. An arm is strung across the goat-hybrid's shoulders, half tugging him into a hug. Doc responds, waving his prosthetic hand to help visualize the words- a habit of his you noticed finally being close to him this season.

“Then if we attach the redstone to the power core as shown in the blueprints-” Upon coming to the crest of the hill, Ren’s gaze catches your own, and his grin widens.

“Hey dude!” The werewolf waves exaggeratedly with his free arm, completely interrupting Doc mid-sentence. He sputters out something about manners, but rolls his eyes and nods in greeting. A rush of warmth splits your own face into a grin. It was nice to have them as friends.

“Took you long enough. I was about to dig in without you.” You tease, earning a playful swat from Doc as he moves to settle in the seat beside you, Ren already taking his place as ‘the meat master’ as he would insist the title be. Laying perfectly seasoned steaks on the grill over the fire.

“You say that as if you weren't late to our last meeting.” Doc grumbles, unable to hide his smug smirk at being able to hold it over your head. Groaning dramatically you flop further into your chair.

“It was one time! You try being on time when Scar has filled your starter base with pandas-” Ren snorts, and you shoot him a glare. Doc hums in debate, he of all people understands Scar’s menace. Doesn’t mean he won't find it funny. “We still have to enact revenge for that.” You remind the pair, causing Ren to perk. A dangerous glint in his eye.

“We should infest Boatem with those bot guys Doc designed.” He suggests, “Cover their landscape with mite-bots!” Arms swooping in a wide arc, you can picture it vividly; The tailored landscape of the builders covered in clicking, scurrying bots. Like chickens but harder to kill. Not a bad idea at all. Your so caught up in the visual it takes a second for it to click what exactly Ren has just called the bots-

“Mite-bots?”

“MITE-BOTS?!” Doc’s cry overlaps your own, so suddenly all you can do is blink. “They aren’t mites! I’ll have you know I modeled them after viruses- which happen to look very cool.” The goat’s instant defense of the odd robots makes you stifle a chuckle, especially when Ren simply flicks his tail sassily. Void, they were so childish sometimes. For as much as Doc tries to seem mature and scary, it wasn't hard to wind him up.

“Mites-viruses same thing my dude. ” The werewolf shrugs, flipping a steak casually with his bare hands. It sizzles loudly and your stomach clenches with hunger, gurgling in protest. The scent of cooking meat making your mouth water. Doc grumbles unintelligibly under his breath- but you get the gist of his complaints for ‘respect’. A common thing he insists upon, despite secretly enjoying the banter. Glancing back to Ren, his gaze is already on you, smiling slightly in knowing. “Hungry?” He asks gently, eyes twinkling with affection despite the bags. He was so chipper it was hard to tell he was as tired as you are. You’d guess having his body be mostly robotic this season meant he likely felt the effects less, but there was still evidence of wear-and-tear. His metal body was scuffed and dirty, not being polished like it should be, pale skin also covered in a thin layer of grime. The evidence of hard work across the three of you is a testament to how hard you were working to complete the project before the end of the season. It was a grind, all hands on deck as you all knew it would be a shorter one.

Blinking back to reality, you realize you’ve simply been staring back at him, neglecting to actually answer the question. You stumble to answer quickly-

“Ah- yea, it smells good.” You manage out, smiling sheepishly back to his patient look. For a brief moment Ren accepts your answer, and you all lapse into peaceful silence. The crackling of fire and sizzling meat overlaid the chirping of crickets and waves lapping on the shore as the sun descended over the horizon. You truly think you can be happy here- friends, good food, enjoyable projects- and then Ren clears his throat.

“I don't mean to nag at all my dude, but I’ve gotta ask…How long have you been wearing your binder?” You inhale sharply, suddenly aware again of your aching ribs and strained breathing. Ah, shit. Of course he would notice-

“Mm Ren’s right, I haven’t noticed you without it- or taking enough breaks for me to assume you’ve removed it.” Doc agrees, sitting up a little further to watch you carefully. The pressure from both of their gazes is almost a physical weight on your skin, prickling an embarrassed heat on your face. Deep down you knew they only cared about your well-being, but the thought of being without it- “Breathe. We wont force you to change if you truly don't want to, but it isn't safe to wear it for so long.” Doc’s reassuring rumble soothes your nerves a tad, as a clawed hand rests gently on your shoulder. Lingering just-barely there as to not spook you, but there enough to ground back to your body. Realistically you know you should change, but the thought of having to exist looking so unlike your true self-

“Here.” You tune back into the present, face-to-face with a plaid ball of fabric. There's a moment of silence as your brain lags behind- then it dawns on you what it is.

“Your shirt??” You glance mildly horrified at Ren- and see much to your relief he is still currently wearing clothing. He chuckles, waggling the shirt ball enticingly.

“You wish I was showing off my abs, baby” He teases, not taking to heart the disgust you can't stop from flashing across your face. Doc huffs a laugh at your reaction, squeezing your shoulder reassuringly. “But I don’t want to attempt to out-man the ultimate man, my dude.”

It's clear he's trying to flatter you, but you let yourself take the compliment. After all, it was clear he simply cared deeply. Finally reaching out, you grab the flannel being dangled in your face. It's impossibly soft and plush, clearly well loved. The deep red fading away slightly with how many washes it's been through. Ren smiles at that, placing both hands on his hips. “It’s even oversized on me, so I figured it would be comfortable for you to lounge in- if you want.” The offer makes your heart clench- they notice, and more importantly they care enough to try and find a solution where you can all be happy. This server is going to be the death of you- and you already feel a little choked up with emotion. After a moment of debate you nod, and Doc gently removes his hand. You miss the warmth of it, but he smiles reassuringly.

“You can change in the van, we’ll save you a steak.” He jokes lightly, and you scoff.

“You better!” Pointing a finger accusatorily at him, you rise from your seat. “This better not be a ploy to eat my share of the food.” Doc chuckles deeply, choosing to not answer as Ren pretends to look guilty. Feigning annoyance at their lack of an answer, you stalk to the van, nerves building with every step took away from them.

Stepping into the rocket-van the door clicks shut behind you, plunging you into an eerie silence. If you listened closely you could hear the fire- and the low voices of your friends just outside. If you truly wanted, you could just leave now and not change-and they would ignore it because of your emotional comfort- even if they did worry. Or…you could be comfortable physically with minor emotional discomfort. And they would be happy.

… That doesn't make it fair, huh? You pull off your shirt quickly, opting to rip it off like a band-aid. The struggle out of your binder was always a little embarrassing- but you shrug on the soft flannel in no time. It hangs on your frame, doing its job at hiding any shape of body beneath. Instead creating the illusion of one solid shape. You still knew your body was under there- but…it was as comfortable as you could get. Taking a deep breath, you step out of the van and trail back towards the campfire. Doc and Ren are talking in-between bites of food, both their gazes flicking to you at your approach.

You brace for a comment, of any mention of you wearing the flannel and accepting their offer- but Ren simply extends a hand out, holding a steak.

“Dig in! It's not getting any fresher.”

It's that simple moment of acceptance that solidifies it for you; Doc and Ren are true friends.

[rememberwren]

I'm sorry, today I crave fluff.

Recently caught myself on a thought that it's nice to talk about sex. Especially if it didn't happen between the partners yet and you are not really ready for it, but still curious about the preferences and desires of your significant one. In many countries talking about sex is still a taboo, and if you don't have much experience, you feel like you can't gather any unless you're panting under someone. And you better already be good at it. But then, suddenly, your words are not a taboo when you're with your partner, and you can learn from them without even getting undressed. And, suddenly, you're on cloud nine.

Can't stop imagining laying squished between Johnny and Simon, asking them about things and feeling safe. It's a bit awkward, a bit silly. Sometimes Johnny grabs a handful of Simon's ass "for a demonstration", even if he gets chided after that. And reader can just lay down and enjoy the talk full of trust.

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This is so very soft. It makes me think a virgin would do lovely in ghoap’s hands.

I imagine it’s the lazy weekend mornings when there’s no responsibilities and nowhere to be. Three sets of legs tangled up together in the bed, sheets a mess. No one knows who brings up sex first. With other partners, you might have carded it as manipulative—just another attempt at talking you into it—but Johnny and Simon have both been respectful of your desire to wait.

“Are you sure you want to talk about this?” Johnny asks when you keep the conversation moving instead of turning it to a different topic—and you are sure. In your past, beds have always been used for sleeping or for psychological warfare, but their bed feels different.

You feel safe, and safety breeds the confidence to ask questions. You’re not chronically online the way some people are, so maybe they use terms you don’t understand, but they’re happy to explain in ways that don’t trigger your fight or flight response.

You’ve never trusted two people as much as you trust them, and as such, you’ve never been your most authentic, curious self until then.

They probably get turned on thanks to the subject matter, cocks obvious in their boxers, but nobody makes any move to acknowledge it besides the occasional necessary adjustment made by them.

Maybe Johnny is the first to doze back off, but eventually you all three do, tangled up together, sun hidden behind the blackout curtains. You’re not ready to take that step with them today, but soon maybe. You’ve got time.