Amazeballs! 

Well alright then... *blows cobwebs off my account*. Mutuals, feel free to ask me for my Discord.

Noice

There, calling this one done. And no, I most certainly did not watch enough Zone of the Enders or anything…

If Alpha Trion can be a fucking Unicorn Rhino, then Solus can be an idfk-how-many-tailed-fox-like-thingy.

First part inspired by a very specific fanfic............................

one more Drawpile doodle for the night

Uhm I uh-do, erm... that is to say HOLY F**K!!?1!

A - Z Megatron X Reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: slavery, torture, asphyxiation

Megatron/Reader (You) in which you are an unlucky human who has caught the attention of a deranged alien warlord

G is for Gasp

Your eyes were burning, the vessels in them beginning to burst as the pressure continued to mount. Tears slipped past your lashes and streamed down your face into your hair, and you work your fingers vigorously against the unflinching metal grip that pins you in place. The effort is entirely fruitleas, nails chipping and tearing as you claw at your throat and the massive hand of your captor.

Well... fingers, really. Only two of them that he uses to keep you in place. It's been a small eternity, and now your vision is beginning to dim, your attempts to free yourself growing weaker... slower. Your body - lungs and brain deprived of oxygen - begins to shut down.

'Just do it already... kill me... please!'

You're unable to speak the words, so you mouth them, hoping he will see and understand... and have mercy on you.

He sees. He understands. But instead of freeing you from your pitiful mortal coil, he releases you, and air floods your lungs. You lurch violently up, gulping in a breath and turning onto your side as your body is racked with painful coughs. Several minutes seem to tick by as you splutter and wheeze, nose running and limbs shaking. All the while your tormentor watches closely, his expression pleased.

Finally, you settle, slow tears still pattering against the enormous hand he has you cradled in. If he minds, he doesn't say anything.

"Why?" you rasp, the word like razorblades in your throat.

His deep laughter is something you feel as it reverberates in the air around you, the smile that accompanies his mirth the furthest thing from pleasant.

"Because this planet is now mine, and I must find some value in its inhabitants... even if your only purpose is to amuse me with your suffering, I will make good use of you."

The cruel admission sent chills deep into the very marrow of your bones. You weren't told much when you first arrived here, but you did know you weren't the only human to be subjected to this monstrous giant's attentions. You were, however, the only one still alive. And - according to him - you had lasted longer than any of the others... a terrifying thought considering it had only been two weeks.

He liked you. You would never have considered such a thing but for the fact that another alien had told you as much. You were resilient, a trait he valued, apparently. And it would appear his intention was to see just how resilient you could be, as he put you through a plethora of 'experiments' to test your durability and spirit. He always seemed unaffected by your pleading, but positively delighted to watch you fight - despite the pointlessness of the act.

A horrified part of you wondered if he got off on it. If he even could 'get off'. Not that you wanted to find out.

You didn't flinch this time as he lifted his hand again, knowing what was coming next. Instead of wrapping his massive talons around your throat, the tip of one nudged you along the top of your head, ruffling your hair in a strange parody of what you believed was a 'head pat'. It was a pattern. He would call upon you at random, subject you to some form of torture, and then stroke you with a gentleness that belied his previous actions... like he was praising a pet for learning a new trick. It was all quite sick... and while you knew your suffering was over for the time being, a part of you wished he would accidentally drop you as he walked, the height of the fall surely enough to break your neck. At least that way, you didn't have to spend the following few days wondering what kind of perverse abuse he planned to subject you to next.

I love this so deeply I can't even describe...

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

Please... why didn't this happen?

Wheeljack: *walks in* Sorry I’m late. I was…doing things.

*distant stomping*

Ultra Magnus: *throws open the door* He pushed me down the fragging stairs!

Wheeljack: Push is such a strong word. I prefer to call it…"giving a little nudge."

Ultra Magnus: Oh I’ll give YOU a little nudge when I shove my foot up your aft!

Wheeljack: Hey! Watch your fragging language in front of the Prime!

Optimus Prime: *double facepalm*

Little darlings

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