Dawn Saverem

(she/he)(25) Slaps top of my own head. This baby can hold so many f/os Avid selfshipper. My reblogs are a mess, I do reblog nsfw so scroll at your own risk Current f/os are Ratchet, Starscream, and Blurr (Undertone too but nobody fucking knows him) I reblog about other characters too cuz for me the line between friend and lover is practically nonexistant

[factual-fantasy]

But Ratcheeeetttt I just figured out how to draw youuuuuuu 😭😭😭

Pfff, he'd probably say "EP, EP EP! You want to feel better, don't you??Then you need to go to BED."

6 episodes in and I'm slowwwwly remembering Ratchet's personality and remembering why I loved him so much 🥹🚑💞 he's such a grump its great

[origamifrog-art]

[taippen]

Vash the Stampede

He's been one of my favorite characters since I was a kid, so I wanted to draw him again :)

[dobs-s]

a menace machine

[revelverse]

Hello revel! How are you today? Hope you have a wonderful day! And I also got mixed confused why is there two revels acc until i realized its you lol

Which means... is it okay if we get some tfa ratchet spicy? There's hasn't any contents of him x reader which is sad since hes always has been my favorite in the animated series. That poor old rust bucket needs some love too.

Like, let that old man frag his human! Xd

XD yep, I have two blogs now 🔞 MDNI Mass displaced mech 🌶️ reminder, I’ll be putting the etsy shop in vacation mode until the 1st since I’ll be gone next week and only back about five days before I’m gone again. I’d forgotten I needed to do that today until a couple of orders came in and reminded me 🤣

Needy

TFA Ratchet x Reader

• Grunting online when you smack him in the face with a hand, his head lifts. Rumbling as your leg slides out from under your blanket, you’re sprawled on your back and still asleep. Had quickly figured out that if he doesn’t spoon you while you sleep and keep an arm firmly around you, that you move around a lot. Reaching for you to drag you back to him, you’re rolling onto stomach to flash him your bare butt when the blanket gets caught under you.

• And his spike immediately stirs, aching to pressurize. It doesn’t help that even after cleaning you and himself both up last night, you still scent of him. Of your need and his release. That a deviant part of him likes the way his excess looks on your skin. “Give me strength,” he growls softly, staring at your slightly parted thighs and remembering how you feel wrapped around his spike. The sounds you make. Had thought he was too old to lose all self control like some of the younger mechs had with their humans. But you’d proved that theory wrong the first night he’d claimed you. Grimacing at himself, he cups you, spearing a servo inside you and you make a soft noise that his spike releasing and pressurizing.

• Confused as heat and need spread through you, it takes you a minute to figure out what’s happening. Moaning against your arm as Ratchet thrusts a servo inside you, curling it to make you squirm. “Doc,” you groan, pushing back against his palm, trying to chase pleasure as your body aches hollowly and tightens on his servo. “Wait,” you whimper in protest when he slips his servo free, but then he’s pushing up onto his knees behind you, hands on your waist to lift your lower body where he wants you as you get slid closer to him on the berth. ‘Sorry,’ he growls, rough voice more growl than normal and you have no idea what he’s apologizing before. Because you definitely don’t mind being woken up this way. Toes curling at the faint burn of his spike stretching you, he rumbles, hips pumping.

• Servos tightening on you as his hips snap, he can’t ignore the guilty feeling for waking you up just because he needed you. Staring at your fingers fisting the blankets as he claims you, he grimaces. As good as you feel like this, he needs to see your face. To watch you come apart. To know that you know who’s inside you. Reluctantly pulling out, his lips twitch at the scandalized way you gasp his name. Like you think he’s stopping. Flipping you onto your back, his servos grips on your hips and waist, aware of how much smaller you still are even when he’s mass displaced. That fact reminding him to be gentle.

• Back arching as he sinks deep again, your shoulders and the back of your head slide in the blankets as his hips pump. And you can’t look away from his optics as he watches you, his lips slightly parted and denta flashing. That rumbling growling of his getting louder as his hips snap, fans cycling on. There’s no pretending he’s anything other than alien right now no matter how human he acts. Servos tightening on you, you tremble as you get close, hips up and unable to move the way you want as he gets a tiny bit rougher until you’re crying out his name as you come apart and he shudders, driving deep and rocking urgently against you until he’s overloading with a groan to fill you. Trembling when sensitivity, you whimper when he lazily starts thrusting again, optics hooded at the wet sound your body makes taking his and you feel his excess running down the crease of your thigh, making a mess.

[caeboa]

Today is really just realizing there's a ton of art I forgot to post to tumblr, or if I did I can't find it here at least, oops! Here's a Vash in Trigun Stampede style I did for a flower charm awhile back, with geraniums~! Under the cut is the backside with Stampede spoilers implied

[pokochiiiiii]

TFA Starscream and Allspark Fragments

Close-up of the face

[pierogiy]

Caught Up On My Stories BTW. Handling It

[captain-astors]

"Lovely."

[rodi-16]

Happy bug.

[loaf-of-cheese]

There’s probably a billion examples, but I’ve only seen like 5 animes

[bugswags]

Primus take the wheel w these two

[dailymothanon]

Messenger to messenger ✉️ I think Soundwave would appreciate the hard work that pigeons have been thru… as a communications officer himself of course 😌 cough. And of course as a character who often gets left behind, just like them 😒 but whatever yknow… I’m sure it means nothing

[sockiepuppetry]

???

[revelboo]

I’m the Anon from the First Aid ask you did recently (where I was stressed and freaked out), I found the nightmare figures pretty funny and thanks for making the little care thing! I’m doing a bit better now emotionally, but physically it really hurts when I cough around my abdomen and my head (like my brain throbs) for some reason, but luckily at work they have me doing some less straining stuff for now (and where I don’t need to talk a lot).hopefully I can beat this sickness soon!

Hope you feel better soon, but you may want to get it checked out. I’ve had pneumonia a few times and you definitely don’t want a respiratory issue to progress into that

Rebellious

Shockwave x Reader

• Fingers covered in energon as you work the tacky, semisolid stuff into a dough, you look over when you hear peds. “Those haven’t set,” you say as your son reaches to snag a treat anyway before grinning at you. ‘I’m going out.’ Hesitating as you take in his plating and the paint around his optics, you don’t miss the way his shoulders hunch slightly. “Have fun,” you reply instead of commenting on his new look. Remembering being that age and trying so many different things to try and find yourself. Does this count as a punk phase? Or emo? Bemused as he relaxes and leans to affectionately bump your head with his, he’s hurrying away. And you realize why when you hear Shockwave calling his name.

• Venting in annoyance, he spots you and heads your way. "Your progeny has painted his plating and lined his optics. He's also had someone paint flames on him,” he growls and you make a noise, kneading energon dough. ‘He's that age and it's probably going to get worse, so enjoy,’ you mutter as you lean to grab the rolling pin and his antenna go back. ‘What?’ You ask when he’s silent and he rumbles. "He also said science was lame,” he admits and you look up at him, eyes widening.

• Trying to not laugh as his single optic dims and his antenna go back, you lean your shoulder into him. “Oh, sweetie. I'm sure it's just a phase. Give him time and he'll realize that super sketchy, unethical science is the coolest,” you say and he stares at you as you turn back to trying to flatten your energon dough enough to cut out shapes. ‘Sarcasm?’ He finally asks and you do laugh, surprised. "Hey, good job. I was sure it was going to go right over your head."

• Venting at you, he rumbles as you grin up at him. “The paint isn’t hurting anything. He’ll either get bored of it or he’ll start trying to figure out how to pierce his plating,” you tell him, cutting shapes out and transferring them to a sheet of aluminum. Staring at you, he watches you dust crushed bismuth on the treats and tries to figure out why you’re not more concerned. ‘And the correct response is to just ignore this behavior?’ He growls, trying to follow your logic.

• “When I was that age, the more my parents pushed for me to dress the way they wanted, the more I’d try to rebel,” you tell him, feeling his disapproving stare. “Just leave him alone as long as he’s not hurting himself or anyone else. Though, if it really bothers you that much, I’ll tell him that I think the flames are adorable,” you add and he rumbles. ‘And that will correct the behavior?’ He asks and you grin. “It’s hard to think anything’s cool if your lame parents think it’s cute.”

[thisonesock]

Don’t worry! He’s a medic!

And he also knows where to hit you where it will hurt but won’t damage you. 🥰

[engriphobos]

OMG BRO, REUPLOADED PLIS DONT LET IT FLOP😭😭😭😭😭😭💔