#octane

[thisbotisonfire]

Well, this is an interesting group.

Smokescreen is that you? Regardless, Good to see a friendly face around here. Welcome!

@helicrazy Vortex… I wasn’t expecting to see you here. And Octane too?

Is there some kind of Decepticon group chat telling everyone I made a blog? Either way, welcome. Make yourselves at home. Behave yourselves.…That last part was mostly for the two of you.

[erusdeerus]

Started playing Apex again, and man - I will never stop loving Octane. Had alot of fun making this today, so I hope yall like it!

[velka-art]

⚔️ART FIGHT!!!⚔️

For Grizzlypigeon

[unknownoro]

[mechpreg-showdown]

Round 1; Group 3; Poll 19

Who's Getting Pregnant?

Octane (Transformers)

Swindle (Transformers)

Voting ended onAug 6

Propaganda:

Octane:

Octane is a fairly unremarkable decepticon triplechanger to most, sure, but hes also like. A CHRONIC draft dodger in spirit. Octane frequently prioritizes his own safety and wellbeing above actually fighting, mwaning he might hide in a ditch instead of fighting or generally avoid deployment entirely if he can. In the g1 episode "Starscream's Ghost" hes the target of multiple bounty hunting schemes because he betrayed the decepticons and Galvatron's sick of him. Even so, he almost immediately heads off to the autobots to get some help with all of it. What im saying is: if Octane has a baby that is going to be the MOST WELL PROTECTED WAR TIME BABY through sheer WEIGHT OF SHENANIGANS. [...] [x]

Swindle:

Imagine the scams a pregnant Swindle could pull off [x]

[dangiuz]

Nova Favela, by Dangiuz.

[teiahnex]

☀️🌴 Summer babes 🏖️🍹

[skyyestriketheauthor]

Beta!Mirage x Omega!Octane

This was where Elliot was going to require self-control. He may be a beta, but being in an omega’s den, in their actual nest, while they were melting from heat and dousing the room in pheromones was enough to try anyone’s patience. Steeling himself, Elliot thinks back to the tricks his grandma used to tell him, to hold himself in control, and steps forward with the duffel to the edge of the bed, crouching down before the mound of fabric that had become of Octavio with his delivered offering.

Octavio has to come out of his blanket shell to fully grab the duffel and examine the contents, and when he does, the scent is clean overwhelming. For a second, Elliot is drowning a bit, unable to focus on anything else in the room but the smell of a fresh heat, cloying and dark and tempting. Elliot can feel the way the back of his neck flushes, salivating a bit and having to swallow against the fuzziness at the tip of his tongue that made him want to lick his canines. Shuddering, Elliot closes his eyes, pupils dilated, and focuses hard on remembering the lyrics cotton-eyed joe, breathing shallowly to try and keep his lungs from filling with more of Octavio.

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