#temporary transformation

[roo-root-of-evil-rp-blog]

Hmmm yay know what I feel like changing things up for a little while and having some fun

Errrr what the fuck does that mean?

If you expect me do dress up or play games then your sorely mistaken

Nope im just give people something new to send asks too

Your replacing me!?

Kinda, im just gonna user my mod powers to temporarily back into Eve for awhile~

WAIT LIKE FU-

*poof*

Urgh...wha? Where am I?

OH MY GOSH ANOTHER HUMAN!

HI HI! *Squeals with joy*

This is gonna be interesting

(I haven't decided how long she's gonna be like this either until I get bored or if people aren't interested but I thought a nice change of pace was in order and to give you an idea of her personality this is pre eating from the tree eve, she knows about adam and lilith and lucifer so enjoy)

[kairukitsuneo]

What if Alternative Ending

[muffinlovingbirb]

Tales of Dungeons and Starvation

[keferon]

Two Peas in a Pod: part 2/?

*slips another piece into your mailbox*

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Jazz was still feeling a little woozy from his donation in the dark hours of the morning. Blaster had breakfast changed from the usual to something that felt more like a treat, probably a reward for his good behaviour, and to help his body recover. Fish heavy in proteins, fat, all that healthy stuff. Something that normally he would have tried to savour, but he wolfed it down from excitement. Too many questions ran through his head, and most he couldn't bring himself to voice.

The mer, the mer would pull through. Blaster told him about how he had saved their life with his blood. Praised him high and low. Because Blaster knew how Jazz felt about seeing blood, about how hard blood tests were for him, and that was only a tiny vial. Not three big bags of it. Jazz hadn't seen how much they had taken – because he had kept his eye closed until they left in a hurry –, and hearing about it made him dizzy for other reasons, but he honestly felt real proud of himself.

It was a new feeling, different from other moments of pride – like when he figured out the lock codes. Yeah, this gave him butterflies and the drive to help more.

Blaster laughed when Jazz offered that the vets could take more if the other mer needed it. His handler didn't think it would be, but he would pass it on to the vet team.

Jazz's morning checks were a little off, expected with having a little less fluids and feeling off-balance, but it was kept short and quick. Blaster told him that if he learned anything more, he'd tell him next time he came by and then hurried back down to the staff area. Blaster was needed elsewhere, understandably as there weren't many mer experts here, though he did leave Jazz his waterproof stereo if he wanted to play some of his favourites.

But, the orca mer was far too busy causing a whirlpool from the laps he was swimming. He was too excited to sit still, and embarrassment be damned he started practising old vocals. He didn't remember much of his mother tongue, and he was pretty sure that his pronunciation was off, that or had one hell of an accent. Echo-speech was even more rusty. And once he had gone over and over what he could recall, Jazz began to really worry. A few sentences and handful or so of words was all he had? Gods, I hope I can at least make a decent first impression. Blaster said they were just like me, so hopefully, that will give me some starting points.

More than he cared to count, Jazz would swim into the shallow waters of the medical bay and hope to see something through that window. But no one ever came close enough for him to hear any news of the mer. He couldn't even see anything on his radar, wherever they had done treatment, it wasn't in the hospital ward. It almost felt like he was being purposely kept in the dark.

And just when Jazz was starting to worry that things had taken a bad turn, a group of staff turned up around four pm. He wasn't able to ask any questions, or rather they refused to answer. Shooing him away as they got to work. Starting with closing the gate to the bay to 'keep him out'. Jazz could easily climb those walls, but that wasn't the point. Even if the gate window was closed, he could pick up that they were setting up the water hammock. But it wasn't until he heard the cautionary beeping of the hoist lift approaching that it dawned on him – the mer was coming. Now.

"Jazz," Blaster called, "… Jazz," he blew the training whistle and finally got his mer's attention. "Stop pacing and get over here."

"But–" Jazz looked back longingly up the wall.

"Jazz," his tone dropped to a firm one, and Jazz begrudgingly swam over to the pier. The human crouched and made sure that they held eye contact before he spoke. "I need you to promise me that you will stay in your enclosure."

He sunk a little, trying to play into his cuteness, but being far too anxious to really pull it off. "What do you mean?"

"Jazz," now warning him. Blaster knew full well that he was more than capable of getting into or out of places he shouldn't, bloody Houdini mermaid, "this is serious. Things are going well, we want to keep it that way. Which means keeping things calm and feeling safe. You're excited, I get it, we all are. But in about an hour, they'll be waking up and – from past experience seen with wild Mers – they will likely freak out. And the last thing we need is you hauling your tail over that wall and making things worse. Understand?"

The beeping was louder how and the hiss of hydraulics caused Jazz to look up. The arm of the lift was visible over the wall. They're here!

"Jazz," Blaster hopelessly called for his attention once more.

Within moments, a massive bundle was carefully raised, the staff calling out and coordinating. Jazz's gaze was fixed on the black and white fluke poking out, it was the only part of them he could see, and his heart began to race. Once they became hidden by the wall again, Jazz moved back to pacing by the gate without even thinking. Listening to people hopping into the water to unstrap the mer and call back n' forth. "Careful, careful! – Watch the head! – Someone give me a hand over here! – We're clear on this side! – Keep the head up!"

Really starting to sound like a broken record, Blaster chirped the whistle and called out to him again. The expression he wore must have been pretty pitiful because the look on Blaster's face dropped. "If I open the view port… will you promise me that you will wait, that you will stay in your enclosure?"

"I promise," he answered hastily, placing his hands on the gate, over the panel that would slide open.

"And that you will wait until everything is in the clear, till the staff come to oversee the integration. There will be no rushing things and no asking staff when we will open the gate."

"I promise," he repeated, trying not to beg.

Satisfied, Blaster pulled out his radio, "Blaster to Control; when the team is out of the Mer enclosure's medical bay, open the view port. Jazz's stress is mounting without a visual."

"Can do," came a quick reply.

Though, opening the panel was not. Several minutes went by, the hoist had cleared out, and much of the staff had returned to their other duties. Only two remained double-checking the mer's breathing and pulse. The moment that the last of them left, Jazz heard the lock disengage, and he retracted his hands as the panel shifted and began to slide open. The window was too small to get more than his hand – maybe up to his elbow if he wanted to push it – through, and sat just at water level– any movement sending water hopping to either side. But it gave him a clear view of the surface area inside.

Oh.

Oh. Jazz stopped breathing. While the mer's body was mostly supported by the fabric of the hammock, cradling them on their side, effectively hiding most of them from Jazz's angle. Propped up on a soft floating platform was the mer's head, face towards the gate. Sharp features and elegantly shaped finials, with flattering lines of their markings complimenting the peaceful expression as they slept. The butterflies from earlier came back stronger than ever, his heart thundering as words fumbled from Jazz's lips, "he's beautiful…"

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-GLC

Orca Prowl really is just-- too fucking pretty, omg, I'm living through Jazz in this moment like when I first saw your designs of him.

I'm more than happy to continue writing for you, you bring me so much joy. I screamed when I saw how much you liked it. If you have any requests you would like me to add to the story, leave it in the tags or comments ♡ I now plan to continue until the tsunami and a bit afterwards, maybe more, we'll see~

Upd: There is a next part!

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Oh. MY GOD. OKAY ALRIGHT OKAY ALRIGHT OKA

I'M ABOUT TO START PACING IN CIRCLES JUST LIKE JAZZ OVER HERE KDLCNFJFLFB PL E A S E THIS IS SO GOOD. The tension?? You can fucking TASTE it IT'S SO GREAT GLC I LOVE YOU

The way it all starts at night and then you (as a reader) have all this additional time to boil in your anticipation?? So fucking great. Like you can really feel how little power Jazz has over the wholse situation. The plot is moving but he doesn't have any saying in it. Well. Yet heheh

Anyway haha. Im normal and I made some art>:D

[cosmicdenro]

theres no going back for me im afraid

[reksink]

A Gaggle of Masks

[luigra]

Luigra Transformers art - sign of economic recession?

ficlet that this is based on this is pre-eggcrack so it's written with the canon's name and pronouns but for tags as usual she/her pls

[transingthoseformers]

D-16/Megatronus au but it's miner!D-16 who gets a magical girl style transformation into the champion of Kaon, Megatronus

[boss-the-goofball]

I'm going to repost the thread I made on BlueSky here under a read more, and people can send me asks about it (I will temporarily turn Anon back on, but if I get that same spammer again then I will turn Anon off again)

TFA Arranged Marriage AU - Sold for Temporary Peace

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For a background, the Decepticons were able to gets their hands on the access codes for the Omega Sentinels during the war. Not from Ratchet or Arcee, but a different bot. They reversed engineered the codes and made their own Sentinels. So the war is now at a stalemate instead of an end.

For millions of years the battles continued and more Autobots got pulled into Boot Camp and the Elite Guard - Draft Dodgers were being rounded up and made to serve in some fashion. Prowl may have avoided being pulled into the war temporarily, but soon he would be pulled from Yoketron's school, but Prowl's story is for another day.

Instead we focus our attention on the Academy where a trio of bots snuck away to an Organic Planet, but only two returned. Sentinel thought they could get some valuable intel or even weaknesses on the Decepticons from that ship. Elita-1 also thought the same thing, while Optimus thought this was a bad idea. So when Optimus and Sentinel were the only ones to return, Optimus took the blame on his shoulders. But things go in a different direction as the war, which has been at a stalemate, suddenly takes a turn.

Suddenly the Decepticons have started to push forward and taken more territory from the Autobots, and Ultra Magnus realizes that at any moment Megatron could march onto Cybertron and take it for himself. What they need is a way to delay Megatron. They need to buy themselves time.

And then Ultra Magnus gets an idea. Instead of having Optimus expelled from the Academy, at least on record, he instead has Optimus given the rank of Prime and forged some paperwork to make it seem like he has led countless victorious battles against the Decepticons. Just enough to hopefully catch Megatron's attention, all so Ultra Magnus can make a proposal that will hopefully buy them some time. As he knows Megatron can and will take whatever he believes to be a valuable asset, or destroy it to stop it from being used by Autobots.

Once that is done and the details are leaked to the Decepticons, Ultra Magnus gives Megatron an offer. Temporarily cease his conquest in exchange for this extremely valuable Prime to take to use for whatever he desires. Even have him as a consort if he so desires.

Of course Megatron is suspicious at first, until he sees the real academic records from this Prime that's being offered to him. Even if the dates were fudged to make it seem like Optimus graduated a long time ago, he still recognizes talent where he sees it and agrees to the temporary ceasefire.

Ultra tells Optimus that he is to do everything he can to get close enough to Megatron to then put an end to him. Without Megatron at the head, the Decepticons should scatter and be easier to take down. He also says this is the only way Optimus can make up for what he did on Archa-7, and it is also the only way for Optimus to truly earn the title of "Prime" - and yet, Megatron is laughing internally during the negotiations because he sees it as Ultra Magnus throwing away a potentially valuable asset. So he might as well do what he can to convince Optimus of the truth.

That to Ultra Magnus and the Autobots, he is disposable. Someone who is sent to fulfill only one purpose and then be discarded the moment he is no longer useful. He hopes that with the help of this new asset, he can properly take Cybertron for himself and his Decepticons.

From there it is only a matter of time until the Decepticons return to their offensive and finally take Cybertron, and that is with the help of their lord's consort.

[tf-boi]

Would love to be tf'd into your cock 😵‍💫

( @matthewgold-32 )

I stare at you with my head tilted.

"Aren't you one of those Gold guys? I think they'd be pretty pissed if they find out I turned one of you guys into my cock. . . "

Before I could turn away you pull out a phone with a chat between you and one of the bros on the screen.

"Hey Matt where are you? Practice is starting" One message said.

"Oh hey, I think I have the flu. Might stay in the rest of the week and rest." You responded.

"Aww get better man, see you next week!"

I look back at you.

"Ah. . . a weekend get away eh?"

You nod with a grin on your face, not that I could tell with the mask over your face.

"What do I get out of it?" I say with a grin.

"Uhhh . . . What do you want?"

"Well I can't be taking too much because the TF is just temporary sooo. . . I always wanted one of your guys' uniform to add to my collection~"

"Absolutely not! The uniform is an integral part of us!"

"Sigh. . . fine fine . . . those shoes and socks aren't though right?" I said pointing down.

"These? No."

"Fine your shoes and socks and I'll turn you to my cock til next week."

"Deal!" You say reaching down until I stopped you.

"I'll pick it up myself don't worry, just bed over for me like a good boy."

You happily obeyed and got on all fours.

I knelt down and rather than take your shorts off, I opened a small hole for myslef and stuck my rock hard cock in.

You moan as you feel the tip of my dick enter you.

I place my hands on your hip and started fucking you.

You whimpered like a dog as my cock went in and out of you. Precum leaking through your dick and all over your shorts. Eventually you felt my hand grab the top of your head as I fucked you faster and harder. Every thrust you feel inside of you warms your body up in a wave of pure bliss. MY cock grew and gew inside of you to the point you could see its shape on your stomach. As my cock expands your arms gives out as you slump to the ground, your mind going blank.

With a few more thrusts of my cock, you release your load into your shorts. By the time you finish a pool of cum collects behind you.

Another few thrusts and you feel a warm liquid enter you. You gasp in joy as you fills every empty cavity of your body.

A small flash from an automatic polaroid camera taking a picture of your face goes off.

As I finish my load you feel my cock start to shrink back to normal size, but something feels different. You feel your body being pulled towards me. You feel your head start to shrink, your perfectly sized mask now feeling way to big. As you shirink your haed goes through the mask. You then feel the rest of your body following suit as your arms and legs retract into you. Your feet lifting up as they slide out of your socks and shoes leaving them to fall to the ground and giving a small thump on the ground. You limbs soon retract fully into your body as you slide out of your shit and into your shorts. By the time you shrunk enough that you entered your own shorts and underwear you have fully formed into my new cock, dangling off of me, your shorts and undies fall to the ground. I look at my new dick with a grin stroking you like the good boy you've become while playing with my blonde pubes your hair has become.

"Not bad" I say stroking you "You've even given me like at least 4 more inches!"

I look around and see your clothes lying in a pool of your own cum with a devilish grin.

"Lets have some fun. . . don't worry if your bros get mad at me I'll pay for the dry cleaning~"

With a wave of my hand your uniform levitates and begins to mold into a gold condom. I grab it with my hand and wrap you in it. You feel the rubber against your new skin, a new yet familiar feeling.

You then feel my hand grip you and started to stroke you. You revel in joy as I massage your new body, if you had your mouth still you'd moan in joy. You feel your body expanding with every stroke I give you. Soon you expanded to your full length, I had use both hands to wrap around your girth. You continue to enjoy my affectionate hands, drooling with precum like a good boy. You suddenly feel your tip being embraced by a warm moist sensation. I had started to suck on you. I knew I wrapped you up in a condom but I couldn't resist as I played with you with my mouth and tongue. You are filled with joy but something was building up within you, you hold in the urge to cum as much as you could so you could enjoy me more, but soon you couldn't hold it in and you started spewing your love juices into the condom. With every pump, you feel dumber, as if parts of you are leaving you.

I giggled "Oh you must be feeling yourself leaving you, I kinda turned your mind to cum, soon your body will just be your mostly empty head that only craves to serve you, while most of your mind is gonna be stuck in that condom!"

You were worried at first if you will ever see your bros again, but soon your memories, your sense of self, and even your intelligence leaves you. With the last pump of your cum, most of your mind was gone and now you crave to serve just me.

The condom now filled with a few gallons of cum started twitching, your mind struggling to make sense of its new home. I tie a knot so you don't leak out. I walk over to the camera and picked up the polaroid and stick the picture on the condom, it still twitching. I then pick up my prize, your shoes and socks for my collection.

"You're probably just my mindless dick right now. . . but don't worry I'll keep my promise to turn you back to human in a week, you have too many bros who will be looking for you. . . .but I might end up keeping your mind though~ I'm sure they'll be fine with just a new mindless sex slave."

[ilaac-art]

My infamous Starscream daki is back in stock (i was out for months and unable to restock :') )

And I have temporary tattoos on my Etsy now too :D I always loved those as a kid, they were often attached as a free gift on yogurt here. Now I got them as TF logos with my adult money

[pyrotechnicdarts]

the old man's back again

[thetfspot-inanimate]

What Happens in Vegas

How much would you be willing to pay for this VIP package? ;)

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Posting 6 days a week at link in Bio! Free post every Friday.

[cnl0400]

Simeon the... Human?

Or should we say...

So... This Is something that has been happening since S3... I have a lot of questions, idk how to feel about this......?? This Is too much for one lesson!!

I still don't understand how Solomon was apparently the only one to pick on this...? Or why Simeon couldn't use his new "aura" to defend himself in S4OG. Maybe he Will be a low-ranking demon If he really felt and that's why he needs Solomon's protective spell, or maybe it's the devs retconning the whole human storyline, but I want to have faith.... At least for now, Let me have this... I want to BELIEVE that the devs have something good for him (<- voice of guy who Is coping so hard rn)

[mfdragon]

The Clooones!!!

And like it was suggested, Starscream’s Beta designs have been used for the clones!

I’ll come up with proper outfit designs for them but for now they look like this. (God so many colours I’m not used to)

Also I have some name suggestions:

OG - Sloane

T.C - Titus

SunS. - Sunny

R.J - Robert (but can and WILL change if you ask him if that’s his name)

S.W - Stuart

SlipS - Stella

[voidshrimpp]

hehehaheheushhehs drops some more AU content

[ Neighborhood #2 (Laika) - Arcade Fire ]

i may make this an actual drawing

REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!! :3