Transformers Prime - Blog Posts

one of the smokescreens i made for the magma zine!!

Needed a break from trying to finish the Naja origin stuff. They're such an old couple I'm dying 😭😂

Inspired by a shared thread between @quantumlogician and @deceitfulcharmer ... peak content. I can't unsee them like this now. Bless.

My creation!! I think I like this design. I was playing around with a few others but this one feels good.

OC scribbling...

She's so psychotic I love her ❤️✨️

This is stunning babe go get that autograph!! I'm sure he'll be blown away!

Print I hope to get signed by Frank Welker at TF Con LA! My fav line ever in a tf series tbh

This is so gooooood like dayummmm!! <3

Impulsive middle of the night Screamer valveplug featuring @glacialenvy 's headcanon where the barbs on his spike swell up during/after overload

A - Z Megatron X Reader

Rating: T

Warnings: suggestive content

Megatron/AFAB Human Reader in which you find yourself the subject of his not-so-secret scrutiny

I is for Indignant

Megatron was not someone who could be described as discreet. Apart from his immense size and commanding presence - which in and of themselves made him impossible to ignore - his mannerisms were deliberate and unapologetic. You didn't think words like uncertain, embarassed, or bashful existed for him.

However, despite all these things, you were still surprised to catch him staring very openly at your tits one nondescript Thursday afternoon. It was a warm day, so you'd opted for a tanktop. It was form fitting without being overly tight, molding to the shape of your bust, and - as tanktops tended to do - exposed a fair bit of skin. The neckline, while not entirely scandalous, revealed at least two inches of cleavage... which was two inches more than you were suddenly comfortable with.

Snagging the top of your shirt, you pulled it up and over the soft swell of your breasts, hiding the inviting valley between them. His stare didn't waver, though he did narrow his optics as though the action displeased him. Alarmed that he had yet to look away, you cleared your throat loudly and pointedly, flustered blush turning into one of anger when even that did nothing to deter him.

"Can I help you?!"

Where you scrounge up the courage to call him out you'd never know, but the temporary adrenaline rush you got from doing so turns to complete shock when he finally does meet your gaze. The initial eye contact is jarring, despite the fact that that you've been on the receiving end of it before, but it's the slow smirk that creeps it's way across his fang filled mouth that really makes your heart rate double.

He offers no explanation, nor does he appear remorseful. If anything, he seems almost pleased with himself that he's caught you so off guard.

Your position as liaison has offered you the opportunity to work with several Cybertronians over the past year, and while you felt you had a pretty clear read on most of them, Megatron remained an unknown. Regardless of the terms placed and agreed upon by both factions that allowed this tenuous alliance to exist, there was no denying his predatory nature, and the healthy dose of caution that accompanied your meetings with him.

"Nervous?" he drawled. His tone was even, calculaing. His vivid red optics never left you as the exchange occurred, noting your reactions, weighing them. "I had thought we were past that point?"

Willing your hands not to shake, you clasp them behind you, regretting it when you realize the action has pushed your bust outward, drawing his stare once again. You reply with equal parts professionalism and snark, "Past the need for awkward greetings and pointless niceties perhaps, but not so familiar as to forego all sense of decorum, Lord Megatron."

He laughed a little at that. "And yet - given our positions - I suspect we will become far more... familiar with one another, in due time."

You had been ever present for the gradual shift in his feelings toward humankind, watching disdain morph into acceptance and then into begrudging intrigue. This newest change suggested far less 'grudge' and far more 'intrigue'... and you weren't quite sure which made you more anxious. His initial ire... or his current interest.

And it had ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with the fact that this new development inspired unexpected reactions in you.

Opting not to reply to his obvious goad, you pry your eyes away from his, finding a very interesting spot to inspect on the wall to your right. You feel his gaze linger like a smoldering weight, and while you were never a gambler, you'd be willing to wager just about anything that if you did chance a look back in his direction, his optics would still be fixated to some of your more... feminine attributes.

'The heat in your cheeks is just indignation,' you tell yourself.

Me too...

unfortunately my brain would not react properly to the massive death robot and i would be promptly squashed (what a way to go)

Absurd and delightful scenario:

Smokescreen is taking the Team Prime kids out for a drive, to get them out of Ratchet's figurative hair and give the old boy some quiet time.

They spot a fundraiser carwash and the humans convince him to go through - they have cash and want to donate because it's for a cause they all really like (or something).

Before any of them can really see too much someone's thrown a bucket of sudsy water over the car, and suddenly BAM! There's a pair of very big honkers in a teeny tiny bikini top scrubbing the windshield.

Everyone is freaking out. Jack, Miko, and Raf are all screaming while the older two try to shield Rafs eyes. Smokescreen has no idea how to feel about this, he's panicking, feeling things he isn't sure he's supposed to feel. Is he into this? Does he have a fetish now? But simultaneously he's horrified because his charges are inside of him while all of this is going on and OH PRIMUS NOW THERES THREE PAIRS OF BOOBS?!?!

He is so embarrassed that he peels out of there as fast as he's able, uncaring that he is still covered in soap. The kids are still screaming, now being tossed around inside the car as he Tokyo-drifts it out of the parking lot.

As soon as they're back on the road everyone gets super quiet and awkward for a solid five minutes. Finally Smokescreen asks that they don't tell Optimus about this. They all agree. Another few minutes go by, Miko gets anxious and suggests turning on the radio. Smokescreen does so, but the station he lands on is playing the new Bruno Mars/Sexxy Red song, and it just so happens to be in the second verse at this point.

Titties on your forehead, titties on your chin. Titties on titties with my big titty friends.

The radio goes off again, and they drive the rest of the way back to base in silence.

Of course he did, that needy bitch

damn who took the last walmart scooter

A - Z Megatron X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: sexual content, noncon(dubcon), voyeurism

Megatron/Reader(You) in which you are a captive who has found their place on board the Decepticon warship... as a sex toy

H is for Humiliation

You were halfway mad when his vicious laugh sounded in your audial processor, skittering down your backstrut like the jab of an energon prod. It does little to take your attention away from your impending overload, but it's enough to make you focus on his next words.

"I've acquired another Autobot it would seem. Perhaps someone you know?"

Overstimulated and barely conscious at this point, you couldn't even form one word - never mind a string of them - to ask what he was talking about. The feeling of the raised, overlapping ridges on his spike as he lifted you rhythmically up and down in his lap made holding onto a single thought nearly impossible. You opened your mouth to try, but all that came out was unintelligible gibberish, punctuated by a high-pitched whine as he tilted his hips up to meet you on a downward stroke.

Another cruel laugh. "Allow me to assist you."

He slid forward in his seat to maneuver you. Holding your waist with one servo, he used the other to arch you back, cradling your helm so you could see the aforementioned captive. It took a moment between the jostling and the reverse image to identify the bot, but you did indeed recognize them. Your former partner, before being taken captive.

'Primus... no.... don't look at me. You can't see me like this.'

At the angle Megatron was holding you, and judging by the look of shock on their faceplate, you imagined every sordid detail of this debauched deed was on display. You tried to fight the sensation he was subjecting you to, tried to ignore the delicious friction against your interior nodes as the Decepticon warlord skewered you over and over. The vulgar squelch of each lubricated thrust was punctuated by the moans they forced from your vocalizer.

'Stop... stop please!'

The sneering tyrant lifted your helm a little so you were looking back up at him, optics burning into you in a way that made you feel filthy.

"I'll make you a deal... tell me you want me to release you... and you're free to go. You and your... friend."

'What? No... he isn't serious? It's a trap. It has to be. He couldn't-ahh!'

Before the thought could even fully formulate his slid his claw through the abundance of fluid that had gathered around your entrance, flicking the node that was nestled just above. White hot pleasure shot through your processor, making your frame grow rigid, optics wide and unfocused as you tumbled ever closer to bliss.

"What are you waiting for?!"

The voice of your distressed ally was desperate and accusatory, and you scrabbled madly at the final shreds of your sanity, trying to make yourself form a reply.

Your captor's strokes became harder, deeper, his tone taunting as he hissed, "Yesss... what's stopping you? Say the words..."

Mouth dropping open, your only response was a hoarse shout, your attempts at articulation dying a swift and humiliating death.

"Say it!" he snapped, optics growing brighter, his knowing leer cutting into you like a blade of shame.

Yet sharper still was the promise of the ultimate, blinding pleasure you sought, the release he had kept from you for what felt like an eternity. So close, growing closer with every push and pull of his turgid length in your greedy little valve.

"Tell me to stop!"

"NO!!"

You didnt even have the decency to feel bad about giving in; no sooner had the refusal left your lip components than he gave you precisely what you needed. His thrust was so violent you thought for a nano-klik you might lose consciousness, but then overload ripped through you with all the force of a supernova, your scream so loud and ragged it rattled inside your helm. Megatron was quick to follow, his grip on you crushing as he seized, snarling his triumph.

Your body was lax as he removed himself from you before unceremoniously letting you slip from his servos to pool on the ground at his pedes. You couldn't even gather enough of your scattered wits to close your interface panel, unable to do much aside from twitch.

He glanced down at you with a raised brow ridge. "Pitiful."

Turning his attention to a subordinate, he instructed with a flippant wave, "Take them back to their cell."

A brief pause, punctuated by a chuckle.

"Be sure to prepare a cell adjacent to theirs as well for our newest... guest."

The gravity of what had just happened snapped into place in your suddenly very clear processor.

'Oh... frag.'

*probable* tfp quotes

Miko - *stomps to the couch and throws herself into it*

Bulkead - Everything alright?

Miko - Shit day.

Bulkhead - Oh, uhh... wanna go for a drive?

Miko - All good. I just need to listen to some nice, soothing music to cool off.

*she puts on headphones, the muffled sound of Bodies by Drowning Pool making its way to the audial receptors of every bot present*

Smokescreen (to Bulkhead) - And we're sure she's not a serial killer?

Bulkead - ..................yes.

Yes...

it…. worked….

Shoutout to June Darby, the OG robotfucker of TFP. She walked so we could ruuuun, hunny.

TRANSFORMERS: PRIME (2010-2013) 1.18 | Metal Attraction

*probable* tfp quotes:

Smokescreen - Where do human babies come from?

Miko - *grins ear to ear*

Jack - For the love of all things good, Miko, don't-

Miko - Who am I to deny a curious mind's hunger for knowledge?

*Miko waves him closer and Smokescreen bends down to listen to her whispered explanation*

Smokescreen - Wait WHAT?!

Jack - *facepalms*

Smokescreen (panicked) - So you...?

Miko - *nods*

Smokescreen - And then your body GROWS IT?!

Miko - *nods*

Smokescreen - .........Your femmes are like tiny gods!

Miko - Yes... yes we are.

*probable* tfp quotes:

Starscream - You think because you've got that slutty little waist you can talk to me however you please?!

Knockout - I'd rather not talk to you at all, but you keep getting hurt! Now keep your slutty legs still!

Starscream - I am Second in Command on board this warship! You will show me due respect!

Knockout - And I am this warship's primary medic, so YOU need to LISTEN to my experti-

Megatron - You're both sluts, now shut up and get back to work!!!

*probable* tfp quotes:

Wheeljack - Frag.

Ratchet - Can you watch your mouth?! There are children present.

Raf - I've heard cuss words before, y'know?

Ratchet - I was talking about Smokescreen!!

...

Smokescreen - TTATT

A - Z Megatron X Reader

Rating: Teen

Warnings: mentions of injury/insinuated death

Megatron/Reader (You) in which you are an unlucky subordinate

D is for Deception

Your intakes fill with smoke as you struggle through the smoldering wreckage, vents sputtering and failing. Declining vitals flash across your HUD, and you grimace as you are faced with the severity of your condition.

Pressurization dropping - energon levels: 76%… 74%...70%

Ventilation systems: offline

Functionality: 53%

Assessment: severe damage to upper right quadrant

-plating separation

-fuel lines ruptured

-bearing dislocation

Stasis induction was imminent if you didn’t find help soon, and considering the state of your surroundings, you had doubts that anyone in the immediate vicinity was in any condition to be treating others.

A figure appeared through the curtains of black smoke that surrounded you, and hope fluttered in your spark as the outline became a familiar silhouette. Waving, you called out. “Over here!”

The Decepticon figurehead stepped through the flames that continued to lick at the rubble, followed shortly thereafter by a handful of his other subordinates. They stopped shy of you, and his red optics fell upon your prone frame in a leisurely, sweeping glance.

Something… didn’t feel right. Why weren’t they helping you? “Please, my Lord… I need aid.”

The words draw his attention back to your face, and he smiles. It’s an odd mixture of pity and something sinister, and it makes your spark waver a little.

“My apologies. It was not my intent to cause you undue suffering. I’d assumed the initial blast would offline you instantly.”

Your optics narrow into pinpricks as the implications of his words sink in.

“I must say, I’m impressed by your fortitude.”

Shaking your helm slowly as you attempt to process what is happening, you stammer, “Wh… why? I don’t understand… I gave so much for you… for the cause!”

The imposing mech rolled a spiked pauldron, shifting his immense weight as he stepped ever closer. “Simply put, your usefulness to me has run out, and you have become a liability. I cannot afford liabilities.”

Your vitals continue to flash, your state growing ever more dire as you attempt to push yourself away from him, but with only one functioning servo, it’s nearly impossible. The dead weight of your useless arm makes the struggle all the more difficult, and when you look up and see him standing directly over you… you know there’s no escaping.

“You lied to me.”

He grins, and the cannon on his arm hums to life as he takes aim. The heat of it sears your face, but you dare not look away as he positions himself over your mangled frame.

“Nothing personal… I hope you understand.”

There is something terribly wrong with me for enjoying this lunatic so much…

“Are you autobot or decepticon?”

“Neither.”

A - Z Megatron x Reader Series

Part one of my A-Z reader/Megatron drabble challenge. There’s a little something in here for all tastes, though many of these are going to be graphic in one way or another. Ratings will be posted for each installation, as will warnings, so please read them to avoid anything you might not want to see.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: sexual situations

Megatron/Reader(You) in the role of his subordinate: mild bondage, sticky interfacing, Megatron being an a**hole, kinda/sorta manipulation and dubious consent.

A is for Arch

“Higher.”

“My lord, I-I can’t.”

“I don’t want your excuses. I said… higher.”

Bent over the railing, servos secured behind your back, you could hardly move. Still, disobeying an order was not something that would go unpunished, so you pressed your weight into the bar and pushed  up onto the very tips of your pedes, backstrut curving up to an almost impossible angle.

“Better.”

The pleased timbre of his voice sent shivers along your circuits, so you held the position, jaw clenching as you fought to maintain it. Steady digits traced up the back of your tibulen with agonizing slowness, drawing nearer and nearer to your interface panel. A frustrated hiss slipped from your vocal processor as he bypassed the region, large servos cupping your hip plating.

“Open.”

Eager paneling parted without hesitation. The lubricant that had been gathering there for some time slips out, streaming down the inside of your right tasset. You hear him kneel behind you, tense as his glossa traces the wet trail upward to the joint of your leg and chassis, where the deadly points of his denta nip none-too-gently at the cabling there. A slight chirp escapes you, and he chuckles menacingly as he pulls himself to his full, towering height once more. You hear the metallic slide of his spike casing retract, feel the blunt tip of him as he presses into your valve. Helm tilting, you look up at him as he leans over you, placing his servos on the wall above as he angles his hips forward, spearing you onto the length of his spike. Pressed tightly against the railing, you cannot withdraw, and are forced to seat him fully in one hard stroke. A startled cry is lodged in your voice box, optics widening in shock at the mixture of pleasure and pain. You think to yourself that – while you’d hated his teasing at the time – you were certainly glad for it now. Being any less lubricated would have no doubt resulted in the severe tearing of your lining, and given the intense look he wore you doubted your lord would have bothered to stop even if that had been the case.

Megatron gives you only a second to adjust before withdrawing and surging forward again, his powerful thrust coupled with his superior size lifting you straight off the ground, your aft cradled perfectly in the curve of his pelvic plating. This time a shout manages to escape, along with a string of unintelligible gibberish as your master quite literally rails the sense out of you.

Given that you’re servos are bound and your pedes are no longer on the floor, you can do little else but feel as the war machine behind you brings you to heights of sensation you’ve never experienced and then proceeds to smash right through the ceiling and keep on going. You don’t know how many times you overload before he finally tenses against you, spike pulsing as he reaches his own peak.

There is a moment of silence before he steps away, and you slide rather gracelessly off the railing and onto the ground, his transfluid and your lubricant puddling beneath your shaking frame. Horrified, you scramble to rise, trying your best not to slip in it. When you finally do manage to stand, Megatron steps behind you and pinches the bonds holding your servos, disabling them and storing the device away in his subspace before he shoots you a stern look and orders, “Clean this up and return to your duties.”

Flustered and disoriented, you stammer, “Y-yes, my liege!” You couldn’t even find the decency to care about how terribly he treated his subordinates as you knelt to do just that, your processor helpfully reminding you that no one… and I mean no one, fragged like Megatron.

Amazing. Just sensational. 

welcome to my rare pair hell

Fab💜

a cutie-pie

Rad af!

ハロウィンに上げるの忘れてた😇

Hatsune Beeku

Alternative universe where everything is the same but after his voice box gets destroyed, instead of making Bumblebee communicate via clicks and beeps, Ratchet just replaces it with Hatsune Miku’s Voice Bank.

YOOOOOO

I just found this amazing OPTIMUS PRIME IMPRESSION CHECK IT OUT

Was watching tfp with someone when they tell me that megatron looked like a roach, so I decided to draw it :)

Excuse me? 🤨

it’s been a long 3 days, but i’m so proud of my baby girl Vibe! Look at how beautiful she is!

I’m still ironing out the details of her back story but I’m imaging her to be Jazz’s lil sister or something and a little older than Bumblebee was in Transformer’s Prime (which is the universe I based her design off of).

Her audio processing unit is permanently semi-defunct, so she relies on lip-reading, sign language and direct transmissions in order to communicate. To adapt, her antenna has been upgraded to sense vibrations from upto 20 feet and pick up radio signals from even further. She often uses this skill to listen to and enjoy Earth’s wide variety of music and entertainment.

Transformers AU headcanon (AKA Humanformers worldbuilding)

What if... Cybertronians are humans?

Autobots are men and women with Marvel-ish superpowers, so their robot-names are just nickname. Example: Optimus Prime is nothing but a codename for Commander Marcus Cullen, a British man (he was born in London) settled in USA; his sons, Alex and Nathan Cullen, are Bumblebee and Smokescreen respectively; etc. etc. They have a normal look, natural hair and eyes color. So Marcus/Optimus' hair - despite of all Human!Optimus fanarts I found on web, are not blue but dark brown, despite this he has naturally azure eyes; his fiancee Eleanor Miles (AKA Elita One) has not pink hair and blue eyes but red hair and green eyes - yes, Black Widow style! And yes, no tragic backstory for Opty (why people loves Human!Optimus as widow/depressed single daddy? Boh... *shuggles*)

Decepticons are superhumans as well, but evil and with a demonic/monstrous look: human/animal hybrids, cyborgs, androids... NOT a mafia organization in suit and tie (Damn, this is Sci-fi, not a realistic drama! 😅)! So, for example, Morgan Lazarevic aka Megatron is a Lucifer/The Fallen's spawn, half demon and half vampire, always wearing... not a bucket helm but a hood and a cape. He's NOT married with Starscream and/or Soundwave but his wife is a Lilith-ish dark lady... and yes, he's Optimus' big bro

More ideas will come in due time. Let me know what do you think... :)

Florence Castle's Humanformers AU

Paige White AKA Peacewalker

Original Character made by me