Meeting Of The Minds

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Screamer❤️

It's Starscream's Day today, so I thought I may honour my blorbo by practicing drawing him from screens to further better my abilities in that department.

Happy Starscream Day to all of you! Thank you @starscreamweek for organizing the event, and All Hail Starscream!!!

Screens I used

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

Possible hot take...

Megatron/Soundwave is a more likely pairing than Megatron/Starscream.

Hear me out?!

Starscream has actively tried to kill Megatron or overthrow him for forever... why would Megatron risk it? Soundwave on the other hand is loyal, competent, and NOT attempting to figuratively or literally stab him in the back at every turn. Safer option.

That being said, I enjoy Starscream as a character, and if you ship it, I get it. I never said it wasn’t hot or believeable, lol. This is just my two cents because I see MegaStar everywhere. MegaSound is so real and wholesome in it's own way (as wholesome as can be considering who it revolves around).

"Let you pass, huh? Why? So you can sink yer claws into my back during our next run in? I don't think so."

They were poised to move. He could read it in the stiff lines of their frame. He would have to be ready - for offense or defense, he wasn't certain, though he'd be willing to bet on the former. He did, after all, have the upper servo. And somewhere at the back of his processor, a niggling suspicion. Did he... know this bot? Size and shape hinted at one particular individual... but they had perished, had they not?

Perhaps this was the perfect opportunity to coax some information from them. He'd been told he could be quite... persuasive.

Nudging the end of his weapon a little closer, Wheeljack pressed, "Why don't you start by giving me your designation, along with your reason for bein' all the way out here?Cooperate, and I might just consider civility."

@gutter-bot liked for a starter.

Since returning to his host's side, Ravage rarely left the Nemesis. Soundwave was protective- rightfully so-, and Ravage's frame just wasn't what it used to be. After his near death experience that lead to the separation from his host on Cybertron, he never quite regained his full strength.

However, that didn't mean he was useless. On the contrary, in fact. Ravage could still perform his strong suit exceptionally well; that being his work as a spy. It helped that the Autobots were unaware of his existence.

He had been slinking back from a successful intel gathering mission when things went wrong. Wheeljack, as he was last informed by Laserbeak, was not supposed to be in the area. Apparently, things had changed. He froze at the glowing blaster aimed at his helm, a low growl ripping itself from his throat. "Back off," he snarled, red optics narrowing beneath the Soundwave-esc visor that covered most of his helm.

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.

Daddy? Sorry... daddy? Sorry...

THE TERMINATOR (1984)

Happy Pride Month to everyone who gets this joke, laughed at it, or isn’t a homophobic or transphobic etc asshole.

Happy Pride Everyone.

Stay Gay.

*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!!

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Smokescreen - TTATT

Transformers One poster from Studio Trigger

Drawn by Masaru Sakamoto