Gorgeous!!

리퀘스트) 마지막 리퀘입니다! 너무 늦어서 죄송하네여ㅠ

홀로폼 사웨와 고양이 래비지 조합을 보고 싶다고 하셔서 열심히 낋여왔습니다 뇌내망상이 가득한 홀로폼 의인화를 좋아해주셔서 감사합니다💙

Request) Here comes the final request! 🎉 Sorry for the delay 😭 Hakaba sama wanted to see holoform Soundwave and cat Ravage, so here they are! 🐾 Thank you for enjoying my holoform humanizations full of headcanon—I had so much fun drawing this! 😆💙

취향이기도 하고 실력적으로 무리기도 해서 그냥 선 단계에서 모든 힘을 다 쏟아내는데요 그럼에도 불구하고 이거지같은섬에버려진채색실력이지만 색을 입히는 이유: 색이라도 없으면 너무 노근본그먼씹자캐같이보일까봐 두.려.움.

넵 이게 최종 마지막 디자인입니다 더이상 디자인 건드릴수 없다 이 이상 자료조사 했다가는 잘 알지도 못하는 분야에 그만 머리가 터져버리고 만다 ㄹㅇ로 최선을 다했습니다 고마워요 사랑합니다

Well, it’s both my preference and my skill limit, so I pour everything into the line art stage. 💀 Still, despite my absolutely trash-tier coloring skills, I add colors anyway because… without them, it might look like some no-lore cringe mess OC—and that terrifies me. 😭

Yep, this is the final design. No more tweaks. If I research any further, my brain’s gonna explode from diving too deep into stuff I barely understand. Fr. 💀🔫

I did my best—thank you, love ya! 😭💕

They're all so sweeeeeet. I love them!

I’ve been thinking off an on about Cybertronian Fauna, and wondered to myself: what if instead of there being a version of most mammals, there were instead crustaceans and gastropods??

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Rad af!

ハロウィンに上げるの忘れてた😇

Only Megs sees Op's beauty fr

Inspired by the debate on twitter if ES Optimus was ugly or not lmao

That back 💜🖤🤍

还在画，一些我流数据接口

robot sketch 3 ronery way

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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.

Ohhh so cute! Love this take.