Latest Posts by gutter-bot - Page 2
Dedicated to all the curvy Megatrons out there. I spent 24 hours over 5 days making this nonsense... *deep breath* he's so damn THICC I can't!!
Anyways... hopefully you guys get some amusement out of this too. Tag a Megan fan ❤️
//♡// She has an appreciation for his curvature...
-> Enjoy this stupid thing that I made.
We need more men/masc body types in corsets because this is everything!!
Another probably-human-probably-not Soundwave 😌 maybe a holoform? well this might be the same Soundwave as my other design tbh. Just with a different fit cuz he’s fashionista/j; this was mostly cuz of the veil idea for the mask I thought of today 🤔 I thought it went hard so I wanted to get it out there. That waist of hers is insane
// indi ♡ semi-selective ♡ rp blog ft OC Naja //
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BLOG DETAILS //♡//
This is a sideblog; you will be followed back by @gutter-bot
Minors DNI - this blog will cover adult topics including but not limited to substance abuse, trauma, death, violence, sexual content, kinks, suicidal thoughts, mental health
I try to be consistent with posting/replies, but there will be periods of low activity from time to time - I will try to post updates in the event that I will be less active
My OC exists within/was created for the TF Aligned universe, but I am open to cross-continuity shipping, along with poly-shipping
I am open to shipping Naja with a variety of muses, though interactions will be based on chemistry - my DMs are open to discuss
More below the cut...
ABOUT THE MUSE //♡//
OVERVIEW
Designation: Naja (pronounced na•yuh)
Gender: Gender fluid
Pronouns: All are accurate, though typically she/her (see additional notes for further explanation)
Height: 6.5 meters/21 feet - also 7.5 meters/25 feet (see notes)
Colouration: Scarlet and maroon mainly, with multiple grey undertones and silver accents
Frametype: Dual frametype - femme and mech (see notes)
Alt mode: None currently
Occupation prior to war: Courtesan
Affiliation: Decepticon
Weapons: Arm mounted (detachable) dual blades, grappling wire, talons, retractable blades in heel struts
Strengths: Speed, flexibility, precision, close and mid range attacks
Weaknesses: Defense - heavy armor sacrificed for maneuverability, long range attacks, smaller stature - physical strength limited
Positive traits: Loyal, observant, clever, determined, adaptable, curious, flirtatious/playful
Negative traits: Self indulgent, stubborn, impulsive (at times), self-destructive/reckless, flirtatious (with enemies - she'll still try to kill them, but first she wants to see how riled she can make them)
-> A more detailed look at her background can be found here.
ADDITIONAL NOTES AND QUIRKS //♡//
All courtesans were cold forged and given a dual frametype (along with a host of other specific modifications). Naja can shift between femme and mech frametypes at will, though favors the former - a strategic choice. Her enemies don’t take her as seriously when she's smaller... the last mistake they ever make.
Naja values her beauty, but isn't vain. She was ultimately indifferent about her appearance prior to the war, but has found it a useful tool in misleading her opponents at times.
She has never taken an alt mode. Due to her function she was never expected to leave the brothel where she was created, and as such was not allowed to possess a means of transport. Now, she has concerns that any additional structures may impede her maneuverability - a key strength in her aerial/grappling fighting style. Unless Megatron orders her to choose one, she likely never will.
Her time as a courtesan provided her the unique opportunity to master the skill of observation. While she has nowhere near the monitoring network the Decepticon CSO has, her ability to read bots is uncanny. She doesn't need footage to decipher social interactions; even the most minute physical cues can give someone away. She hears the words left unspoken, piecing together motives and secret meanings, detecting lies and disingenuous behavior. It is perhaps one of her greatest strengths.
Having spent her life pre-war serving others, Naja has since become a creature of indulgence, luxuriating in every opportunity to pursue her own desires. Depending on her mood - and the company - those can range from pleasurable to downright sadistic.
She carries a lot of guilt in her, blaming herself for her lover's demise. To counter this, she will at times turn to substance abuse as a distraction. If she has nothing available to her, she will manipulate others into punishing her (misbehaving so she will receive a beating, encouraging rough interface, etc).
She is considered a hypersexual individual, though whether it has more to do with the unnatural nature of her forging or it's a type of trauma response she isn't willing to look into she isn't certain.
Music is very precious to her (it reminds her of her former lover).
She is fascinated by the flora and fauna on Earth (yes even humans), as so many of them resemble the species from back home. It is not unusual for her to attempt sneaking a 'pet' on board the Nemesis... but she always gets caught.
RULES & GUIDELINES //♡//
Please be respectful. No form of bullying will be tolerated.
Do not thread hop/self insert into an ongoing rp without discussion.
Paragraph style roleplay is my preferred method.
Please reach out through DMs to discuss/plot out rp ideas. Other interactions such as ask prompts are open to all and do not require pre planning at this point. Keep in mind some of these responses will be singular (not ongoing).
Naja is a Decepticon, and has a traumatic past, therefore role-playing with her will cover dark themes. If you are not comfortable with this, we are likely not compatible.
You DO NOT have to rp with me to exist in my space. Tagging, chatting, etc is still very welcome.
megatron/ratchet，combined by an accident，still work hard。
“so this is how you Decepticons submit plan reports，emm? ”
Only Megs sees Op's beauty fr
Inspired by the debate on twitter if ES Optimus was ugly or not lmao
Positively feral for these two!! I'm already pansexual but somehow you've made me love women EVEN MORE!!
Shocky n wavewave humanformers time
Hehehehe 💕💕💕
Babe. Baaaaaaabe!
I don’t even know how to caption this, it’s always Shockwave, always Shockwave…
hihi!! as you already know im a sucker for kobd <3 and i was wondering if you could write some kobd angst from breakdown's pov 👉🏾👈🏾
Of course!! Set after the events of s2 ep7 of Aligned...
Breakdown was a tough bot, always had been. Getting roughed up was nothing new to him, neither was pain. But... there was just so much. Everywhere. He couldn't even decipher the readings at this point. Too many, too quick. Then, with startling suddenness, it was gone. Coherent thought fizzled into a series of flickering pictures, briefly snapping into clarity before blurring together again. It was an unsettling feeling, as though he'd been pulled abruptly from a deep recharge. His processor felt sluggish, static-laden. He was on the ground. Had he... passed out? And where had that Pit-spawned glitch gone off to? The forest around him was quiet. The distinct clack of her many legs and the smug sound of her laughter were absent. Had she fled? Likely... coward. He was not looking forward to reporting that news to his Master. First things first... he needed to get back to... to who? Had he come here with someone? Why couldn't he... think... The static returned, and he shuttered his one remaining optic a few times hoping to clear things up. 'She must have... messed me up good.' He needed to get back. Knockout would patch him up. He always did. If only he didn't feel so depleted. 'Get up. For frag sa-sakes. M-move.' His limbs would not respond. He couldn't... feel them. Couldn't feel them... oh. Oh. He needed help. Urgently. His comm wouldn't work. 'H-help... anyone...' Lights flashed ahead, a vehicle pulling up. 'Knockout!' Relief flooded through him. He could fix this... fix him. Visuals were bleeding together now, and he could hardly make out anything apart from the light and the shadowed shape of his partner as he neared.... wait. Two shapes... three... all small. 'N-not Knock- not Knockout.' Everything was dimming. He struggled to bring himself back, to fight through the fog. No matter how he tried, awareness slipped further and further from his reach. 'I have to get b-back... to him... Primus please...'
His audial receptors were beginning to fail, sound coming through in patches.
"MECH 1 to Sylas...."
Still playing with colour options for her as I try to finish the profile... gawd I love her face though ❤️
《indi. multi-muse Transformers roleplay blog》 •semi-active | semi-selective | adults only•
This blog is my main; my sideblogs include:
@alongcamea-spider (roleplay blog featuring all versions of Blackarachnia/Airachnid)
@entice-and-artuate (roleplay blog featuring OC Naja from the TF Aligned universe)
I also run @paladinofthepits (roleplay blog featuring TF Aligned Megatron), and the sideblogs:
@seekanddestroy84 (roleplay blog featuring TF Aligned Starscream)
@beckywiththegoldrims (roleplay blog featuring TF Aligned Knockout)
@silent--superior (roleplay blog featuring TF Aligned Soundwave)
--All blogs are open for interaction, though activity may be sporadic for a short time as I establish some basic information for each. Patience is appreciated!--
Read more under the cut...
Muses◇
Wheeljack (Aligned, IDW)
Chromia (Cyberverse, IDW)
Ratchet (Aligned)
Arcee (Aligned, Cyberverse)
Cliffjumper (Aligned)
Elita One (Cyberverse, TF One)
Shipping◇
I am pretty open to ships, including OCs, cross-continuity, and poly ships. At this time, I have no exclusives. Feel free to interact, but keep in mind rp will be based on chemistry. Feel free to DM me through ANY of my blogs (though currently this blog is my most active) - or add me on Discord.
Interaction◇
Apart from rp, you can also interact through the ask box - using prompt posts or standalone asks - or by tagging me (please specify the muse).
--I will add links <eventually> for more efficient navigation.--
Rules◇
Please be respectful. I am busy and will reply as soon as I have the time and energy/inspiration. Gentle reminders are fine, but please no spamming. Violators will be blocked.
Do not thread hop without consulting myself and my partner/partners.
This is an adult only blog, so dark themes will be covered, including but not limited to trauma, graphic sexual content, death, violence, mental health, substance abuse.
Paragraph style roleplay is my preferred method, but I am flexible and will often mimic my rp partners preference.
Anonymous asks are currently left on, but that may change in the event that they are being abused/used inappropriately.
I can not act as a support system for anyone. I am a deeply caring individual, but need to set this boundary. I empathize with those going through a tough time in life, and I encourage anyone who may be struggling to actively seek aid through whatever means is available to them.
About the mun◇
My name is Jess, I'm 30+ and my pronouns are she/her. This blog is a queer safe space 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️. I do work full time, have several side hustles, and a lot of hobbies, so I may sporadically go dark from time to time if I have a show or market upcoming.
I have been roleplaying for 10+ years, but am relatively new to this corner of Tumblr. I've been a fan of the Transformers franchise since I was a child, and my favorite character is and always has been Blackarachnia. My other interests include art, dance, reading, entomology and taxidermy, drag, and costume making. Apart from having two human children, I also have three cats, and five snakes... and a murder of crows that I have been feeding for the past winter... slowly gaining their trust until they have integrated me into their ranks... *cue ominous laughter*
I can't explain how much I live for this version of him. Like?!?!?! Hello?!
Such a cute take!
The family 🤧 every time I think about all of the collectively they just make me think of matryoshka dolls 🪆! I thought it was very cute, imagining opening a Soundwave to a small Ravage to a smaller Rumble/Frenzy to a smaller Laserbeak/Buzzsaw to a smallest Ratbat… they are very precious to me…
If this doesn't work I have no hope...
Me, hanging on to my final sliver of my sanity for dear life...
🥵 Gyadduyum!!
Office siren Soundwave (+random Shocky) holoforms 🤭🤭🤭
A lot of you lovely folks seem to enjoy the Knockout/Breakdown oneshot, so just wanted to post this again. I dont care what series it's from. Even if im not familiar, I'll research that shit. Even your most unhinged pairings! Don't care if it's unheard of - I'm open to a challenge!!!
Taking requests!
I am looking to do more writing in the Transformers fandom and would love to try a variety of themes, series, characters, pairings, etc. Not limited to mutuals, anyone can request (yes even anon requests will be taken). Keep in mind these will be oneshots - unless the chemistry is right and my brain decides a oneshot won't do.
Nothing is off the table as of yet, NSFW content, dark themes, etc. If I am uncomfortable with a topic or particular kink I will dm the sender to discuss (unless it's done under anon, in which case my hands are a bit tied)
Requests should/could include:
Character(s) you want featured (if it's for an OC please give me physical descriptions and personality, or direct me to a page that contains this information)
Pairings
Series (IDW, TFO, TFA, etc)
Specific topic or scenario you want covered
If you're looking for spice, please indicate the level of spice
Anything you might NOT want included (triggers)
Again, this is just for fun. Just a writer wanting to dabble in areas of the fandom I may not have dabbled in otherwise.
(This is essentially going to stay open indefinitely unless I get flooded - unlikely - and need to pause until I can catch up).
Uhm, hello?!
What’s under Megatronus Prime’s mask? Pure Nonbinary swag.
And ,, hotness ,, like a lot of it DJSKFKDK
id like to request kobd please 🙏🙏🙏something fluffy 💕they deserve it
They absolutely do!! I hope Aligned is alright - I'm leaning in that direction right now for fluff.
Steady servos moved in practiced motions over his workspace, the pointed tips of his digits pressing the cleaning pad into seams and corners to ensure every centihic of the room was disinfected. With an optic for detail - and a predisposition for obsessive cleanliness to the point of anxiety - Knockout was a stickler when it came to keeping the med bay sterilized.
Not only would any contaminants negatively impact his patients, but quite frankly, it was a bad look. He strived for perfection, and it simply wouldn't do for his surroundings to be anything short of pristine.
He wavered slightly, catching himself with a start. Referencing his odometer, he noted it had been some time since he'd taken recharge. A habit of his, unfortunately. Hyper focus often lead to long periods without proper rest.
"Why don't you let me finish up and go take a few breems?"
Apparently, he wasn't the only one to catch his lapse. Ex-venting, he paused to address the room's other occupant.
"I'm nearly finished. Besides, your digits are too wide to get into some of these crevices."
Breakdown scoffed. "That's a lie if I ever heard one. You'll be at this for another cycle, at least."
Waving him off, the red mech continued scrubbing. "Yes, well... you know how I am."
He heard the larger bot approach, groaning when the cleaning pad was removed from his servo. He was about to object when he felt a steady weight against his back.
Leaning over him, Breakdown replied with a raspy laugh, "Yeah, I do know. Which is why I'm callin it."
Turning in place to pin the blue mech with a pointed stare, Knockout reminded him, "I believe I am the Doctor here. I make the calls."
"I'm not asking as your assistant... I'm asking as your conjunx. Please, Knockout. Get some recharge."
Frag. Not the look. Unable to withstand the pleading expression, he gave in. "Fine, fine! But make sure you get into the corners! And don't forget about-"
A kiss shut him up.
Pulling away slowly, Breakdown assured him, "It's cleaning. I've done it before."
Pleasantly flustered, the red bot nodded. "Yes, I suppose you have. Well... I'll be back in about - uagh! What are you doing?!"
Easily hoisting the smaller mech into his arms, he turned and exited the med bay, moving at a leisurely pace as he strode down the hall to their shared hab suite.
"I'm perfectly capable of walking."
"Yeah, but I wanna carry you. It's been a while since we've been able to spend time together outside of y'know... work stuff."
Unable to argue with that, Knockout relaxed into his lover's hold, leaning his helm against the mech's broad chassis. The war certainly had changed things. They'd been at this for so very long...
"Thank you."
Breakdown smiled at him, that crooked grin that was somehow rugged and adorable all at once.
"It's my pleasure."
The rest of the walk was spent in silence, the pair simply enjoying one another's closeness. It was over all too soon, but it had been nice to partake in the indulgence while it lasted. Upon arrival, Breakdown allowed his partner to slide back down onto his pedes, stopping him as he moved to step away, stealing one last kiss.
"I'll be inspecting your work when I return!" Knockout teased, strumming his digits against the blue mech's armor.
"Oh, I know you will. Now get some beauty rest, would ya? Yer startin' to look a little dull."
He gasped in false indignation, but found himself unable to hold the facade. Smiling, he threw a wink at his partner and headed for the berth, the lack of recharge finally catching up to him. Knockout watched him go before shuttering his optics. He wasn't sure what he would do without him.
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! 😭💕
I dunno if it's just me but any time Megan puts hands on hips I am puddle... why it so good?
Megatron looks both intimidating and funny with his hands on his hips.
Above all else, be safe, however you need to. With so much going on in the world at this time there is no shame in doing what you need to do to survive.
Hugs to you all!!
Happy TDOV, now more than ever 🩵🩷🤍
Part 10🥀🩶
FINALLY!! Blessed day! OC origin story finished in full... now to link them all together and move on to other things...
She stared up at the gilded tower, the structure a perfect representation of their society’s upper castes. It’s shining walls hid the rot within, greed and excess, cruelty and corruption… and the laboring functions bore the brunt of it all. Hate coiled in her like the serpent she had named herself for.
Sun having set, the night offered her additional cover as she breached the outside wall and advanced on the main building. The blades in her arms – having replaced the grapnels – were equally as useful in helping her maneuver quickly and accurately. With a few well placed shots she had scaled the tower, gripping the ledge of the same window she had used to escape this place. It wasn’t necessary, but she felt there was a symbolism to entering once again through the place from which she’d left.
The room was occupied, judging from the sounds coming from within. Slowly, carefully, she pulled herself up onto the sill, optics fixed on the pair draped across the berth. Her steps were measured, soft, making hardly a sound as she closed in. She did not recognize the patron. A broad mech, though not a member of the Guard. His plating was too thin for that, more for aesthetics than actual protection. How very ideal. Nearly upon them, she struck, unsheathing the blade from her wrist and driving it into the vulnerable spot next to his back strut. The keen edge slid through him with hardly any resistance, into the cavity in his chassis where his spark was housed. He hadn’t even had time to cry out in pain, offlining almost instantly. The mech beneath him, however, shouted in alarm.
Reaching out, she clamped her servo around his chin, hushing him. He seemed to recognize her after a moment, quieting.
“Tonight you are free. Take what you can and leave this place,” she instructed him, releasing him only when he gave her a curt nod, fear still evident in his optics. She rose from the berth, wasting no time in moving on to her next target.
There was no security in the halls, nor had there been any on the perimeter of the building. The Decepticon uprising had bred an army, and with the looming threat came a rise in demand for those to stand against them. Anyone who had even minimal combat experience had been drafted, which meant places like this – places that were unlikely to be targeted for attack – were left delightfully unguarded.
None would be spared from her wrath this night.
...//♡//…
Energon painted nearly every centihic of her frame, her pedes leaving prints against the tile as she stalked across the room. A part of her had hoped she would find the piece of slag who had stolen her lover away, but he was of course absent, likely on the front lines. She sneered. His end would have been one to savor. For now, this would have to suffice.
The old mech crawled away from her as fast as he was able… which wasn’t very fast at all considering she’d removed his legs. Grand Master of the Spire, the decrepit wretch who had placed the order to dispose of her beloved Star and then chastise her for daring to grieve. The one responsible for all of their pain and suffering. She had saved the best for last.
“You won’t get away with this! You’ll be apprehended, and the High Council will throw your useless frame into a cell to rust!” he hissed at her,
She continued to close in on him, unhurried, amused, and as she drew nearer his brave facade slipped away, fear taking its place. He tried a different approach.
“This… isn’t what you were meant for. I molded you as an artist does! With painstaking care and precision!”
At this point he had backed himself against a wall, and she knelt down to address him, her smile widening into something sinister.
“Care? Come now… you never cared for us. You only cared that we made you wealthy. As soon as we were no longer of use to you, you threw us away… like scrap. That’s not how an artist treats their work.”
The blade slid slowly from its sheath, singing faintly as it did. He cringed a the sight. Realizing there was no reasoning with her, his demeanor shifted again. Perhaps he thought to hurt her one last time.
“This won’t change anything. It won’t bring her back!”
The blade was against his throat cables in an instant, her face so close to his he could feel the heat radiating from her.
“This changes everything. This is the beginning of the end for bots like you. I might not get her back, but I can do everything in my power to ensure that others like us won’t have to live in fear anymore.”
Her glossa slipped from her intake, tracing a line of energon up the side of his face.
“And besides… this is the most fun I’ve had in a long time.”
He vented sharply, optics narrowing into pinpricks. “You’re a monster.”
“Yes… I am.”
Her one servo stayed raised, blade poised at his throat to keep him from moving, and the other slid up his chassis to the Crest of his House emblazoned so proudly above his spark. Her talons flexed outward, hooking securely along the edges of the raised plate before tearing it away. He cried out as she did so, and pleasure slid through her lines at the sound. The pads of her digits pressed into the small hollow she’d just created, feeling the softer metal beneath. Again she crooked her claws, piercing, pulling. This time, the sound that escaped him was ragged and agonized, rattling in his vocalizer. She grit her denta together as she savored his pleas.
Time slipped away as she pried him open bit by bit, his feeble attempts to stop her growing weaker and weaker as she rent him apart. Once the sounds of his protesting had stopped, it was only the squelch of energon and the snap of wires that filled the space between them.
Finally, once she’d had her fill, she pulled his mangled corpse to the front gate. There, she strung him up like a puppet over one side of the door, suspended by his own fuel lines. With the little energon he had left in him, she smeared a message on the opposing slab.
Rise Up.
Stepping back, she took in the sight of him one final time before turning and making her way across the courtyard to the outer wall. There was still much work to be done.
He's such a cryptid I lub him
It feels so much longer than a week since I last drew something but aaahhhh
Have a slinky
