#tfp megatron

[thirdwheelingrightalong]

[kzele]

Megs is out here giving new meaning to the term "crystal meth."

megan is an astrology girl

[raileurta]

I don't know about you guys but I want more “we fucked up” moments of realization from cybertronians when dealing with crazy humans.

They go into battle not seeing the “little squishes’ as threats- in fact as canon fodder. Suddenly then something happens; a human gets a weapon, or one becomes just a little too determined then just like that they kill a Cybertronian, or at least injure them greatly. A prime (pun intended) example of this is with Megatron's reaction to Hardshell’s death.

I mean just look at Megatron's face right here and tell me it isn't immensely satisfying/funny to look at.

Megatron just looks so confused and maybe a little uneasy- as remember from his perspective this is like the equivalent of a chinchilla killing a grown adult man.

Then afterwards he gives this sort of insightful look.

Personally I like to interpret this scene as him thinking whether to consider Miko as a real threat or not. While Megatron definitely has the mindset of looking down at those being beaten by “weaker enemies” even he knows or well recognizes that yes Hardshell was indeed very powerful but…. yet he was defeated by something smaller than his servo.

Just something to think about.

[ukiyoebirds]

Dreadwing did not, in fact, understand the assignment.

Megatron is ringmaster of a clown circus and only Soundwave went to a professional clown college.

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Joke workshopped with @krazycat6167

[rider6666]

Tfp x Transformers animated 💖

[stupidspacerobots]

[evilmarbletron]

What were you thinking, walking down the stairs in those stilettos babygirl,,,

[rypaliines]

These poor bastards </3

[evieeion]

Starlight

[transformers-spike]

I need TFA Megatron to look at his newborn sparkling with pure disappointment when he first sees it. Bro is out here trying to figure out how he can turn this into his successor/Second in Command when it's the size of a jellybean

He can bide his time, sure, but there's no telling If it will take after its human parent or its sire. It's so small and useless

The main thing that could gain at least SOME respect (or probably just amusement) is the little thing hissing at him

(TFP Megatron would be all about it holy shit - has Soundwave record it so he can rewatch it in private - and probably poke fun at his kid once it gets older)

[kingghoost]

Constant Variable

[berracids]

Megaton picking up his hybrid sparkling by the scruff as he has mixed emotions about this wet hamster looking jellybean and either it is actually ugly or has some appeal he doesn’t see, he isn’t sure if he is smitten or disgusted maybe both. Most likely both

“It doesn’t look that intimidating, but I suppose we can work on that as I teach them to follow my legacy”

He loves his sparkling, he truly does,…just give him a while to adjust to the feeling of the very soft and malleable metal of it’s frame in his clawed servos

[fujii-draws]

So anyways I drew Ribbons and Optimus Prime interacting :3

Also silly extra:

[revelboo]

I know this is a bit of a weird request, but could you write about what would happen if mechs turned into cats? How would different mechs look and behave around the reader? I imagine Soundwave as a skinny, sneaky cat—the type who likes to stare at you from the corner of the door. And Ratchet would be a very fluffy, old cat who acts grumpy and untouchable but follows the reader to check if they’re okay and stays close when the reader is sick. I’d be happy to see TFP Soundwave and TFP Ratchet in this scenario. Have a lovely day!

Sure! 😈 I can have fun with this

Trickster

TFP Various x Reader

• Harness jingling as lean back against your perch on the arm of your big, alien husband’s throne, you watch him brandish a weird looking metal stick and you slide a hand against your recharging son’s helm. Though given the way the fidgety guy with the wings and the annoying voice is cringing every time the end of the stick and the bulbous chunk of rock in it swings his way as Megatron gestures with it, that’s definitely not just an ugly walking stick. “Lord Megatron, with all due respect, maybe you shouldn’t just swing Amalgamous’s relic around since we haven’t been able to decipher what it does?” Starscream’s whining and you know what’s coming.

• Servos tightening on the staff, Megatron catches your exhausted look right before he wheels around and smacks the end into the seeker for daring question him. And Amalgamous’s staff flares with Eldritch light, his spark constricting as a pulse slams out from the staff and bowls him backwards, hearing Starscream shriek out profanity as pain hooks into his spark, pulling sharply and he’s struggling as everything goes wrong. Can’t see, senses offline, and he tries to turn towards you and his sparkling, reaching desperately.

• For a second you can’t breathe, feels like you’re underwater, the air too thick as your lungs struggle and your heart goes racing as something prickles over you. Sees you. And passes you by. Gasping raggedly, eyes watering, you stare at the tiny gray and reddish kitten in your lap where your son should be, hearing its upset mewling. Unable to breathe all over again as you hear a hiss and yowling, and you cup the kitten to yourself and lean to look. Staring at the big, scarred gray cat clawing frantically at the base of Megatron’s throne trying to get up to you, then at the other, skinny cat hissing, fur on end. No. Nope, you’re not dealing with magic bullshit on top of regular alien bullshit. “Hell no.”

• Startling awake when something pounces on your gut, you stare at a skinny, sleek cat, its fur almost blue black and one eye a scarred milky white as it bumps its head against your chin. Sitting up, the cat keeps rubbing against you, restlessly twining around you, its one good eye staring up at you. “Hey, baby,” you whisper, rubbing an ear as its mouth yawns open silently, tail flicking. “Did Soundwave find you and bring you home for me?” You coo, hugging his warmth to you. Where is your big, clingy mate? When you stand up, the cat follows right on your heels, rubbing and twisting between your legs.

• That didn’t just happen. Holding the fluffy white and red cat to yourself as he meows plaintively, you hurry out of Medbay and slide to a stop. Seeing Miko holding an enormous green ball of fur as Raf wrangles a skinny, yellow and black cat, Jack busy trying to coax a sleek pink and blue cat down. “They’re all cats,” Raf yells, looking horrified as Miko squeals and hugs Bulkhead, face pressed against his back. ‘I’m too sober for this,’ you mutter tiredly as Ratchet yowls and squirms.

• Waking up at the nonstop meowing, you sit up and stare at the cat. Cats. That’s a lot of cats. Your whole bedroom full of gray cats, all distressed and letting you hear about it. Had the Vehicons wrangled them for you? But why would they think you’d want a small army of stray cats? “Steve? Honey?” You call out and one of the cats jumps in your lap, butting you with its head and mewing. “Scoot,” you murmur, sliding the cat down and they’re all mewing, trying to climb in your lap and rubbing against you. At least they’re affectionate? Where had they found so many cats, though?

[rider6666]

Little comics tfp Swap ✌️

[stupidspacerobots]

draw megs on a beach... sipping from a fancy straw perhaps... basking in the sun...

great idea thank you..