On the wings of Darkness he'll retaliate

2- : “I can smell it! You’re in heat.”

3- : “I can’t wait to see your/my belly swell with our perfect babies.”

4- : “Fuck! I can feel it/them moving in there.”

5- : “You’re feverish, so stop being stubborn and go lay in the nest.”

6- : “Are those suppressant pills!?”

7- : “Put the glass down. You are pregnant with my kids and I’m not going to let you self-destruct because you can’t cope with _______ ” (ex: your nature)

8- : “Look at your neck. Look at the marks I left. You are mine. And solely mine.”

9- : “Come, I’ll give you a bath to wash the dry slick away.”

10- : “What does my omega want for breakfast/lunch/dinner?”

11- : “You, the alpha, are cooking for me?”

12- : “Why do I even bother when all you do is use your pheromones to push me into rut?”

13- : “I don’t want you to knot me.”

14- : “We are bonded but not married, and your parents are old fashioned. If they find out…”

15- : “Fucking knot me already!”

16- : “I-I can’t stay when you’re… like this…” (heat)

17- : “Your smell is… intoxicating. If I stay I’m going to knot you.”

18- : “If you don’t want me to breed you, lock yourself in your bedroom. I’m taking the couch.”

19- : “Resisting your/my nature is only going to make it worse.”

20- : “Fuck! You stink of beta pheromones. You could have gone more subtle.”

21- : [ Public place ] “Stay calm. I might have just started my heat.”

22- : “Your cycle is fucked up because of all those suppressants you took.”

23- : “You’re too weak to make a nest.”

24- : “I can’t understand you alphas and omegas, smelling each other like you were meat.”

25- : “Do you really think all omegas want to be fucked by you? Sorry to break it to you, but you can fuck off.”

26- : “You don’t smell it? I’m surrounding myself with betas from now on.”

27- : “You know, I always kind of envied omegas.”

28- : “I-I want… N-no need… I… fuck… I-I’m confused.”

29- : “Your bloodline is not pure. I can’t be bonded to you.”

30- : “Alphas/omegas like you are a disgrace to your nature.”

31-: “I thought you were on suppressants?”

32-: “I don’t know why people don’t like betas. I think you’re amazing.”

33-: “Do you think I’m/you’re pregnant yet?”

34-: “You can’t help me, as much as I want you to.”

35-: “I’m bonded to someone.”

36-: “I wish you could claim me.”

37-: “Can you fuck me and not claim me?”

38-: “I don’t need you. I can do this alone.”

39-: “I’ve gone a long time without an alpha.”

40-: “It’s been a while since I’ve fucked an omega.”

41-: “I need you to claim me as your omega.”

42-: “I never thought I wanted a mate until I met you.“

43-: "I will only claim you as my omega if you love me.”

44-: “You want me to claim you, don’t you?”

45-: “Please, protect me while I’m in heat. I’m not ready to be claimed.”

46-: “I’m afraid of being claimed by an alpha.”

47-: “I don’t want to be claimed by anyone but you.”

48-: “I didn’t know I was an omega until I went into heat around you.”

49-: “Please, tie me down so I don’t do anything I’ll regret while I’m in heat.”

50-: “I don’t care if you’re also an alpha, I want to claim you.”

51-: “I’m the Alpha, you’re the Omega, I give the orders and you follow them.”

52-: “You’re my Omega, and mine alone.”

53-: “As an Alpha, I have the right to claim you, the Omega, and you know that, don’t you?”

54-: “I gotta say, you have a really, really strong scent, even for an Omega.”

55-: “Are you in heat or something? I didn’t even know you were an Omega…”

56-: “Sorry, it was just a question, didn’t mean to upset you!”

57-: “Dude, calm the fuck down. Are all Omegas this easily scared?”

58-: “Woah, so you can get pregnant by an Alpha, even though you’re like, a dude?”

59-: “Y'know, I am an Alpha, I could help you with your heat, if you want me too…”

60-: “Be a good Omega and bend over.”

61-: “You know as an Alpha I can smell that you’re ____, so you might as well tell me what wrong with you.”

62-: “A group of alphas tried to follow me home today.”

63-: “Y'know, nobody is going to know I’m your omega if you don’t mark me as yours.”

64-: “The suppressants haven’t kicked in yet.”

65-: “Do you really think this thing will keep other alphas off of me?” (ex. a collar)

66-: “Can a body grow immune to suppressants?”

67-: “You know, part of me dreads the idea that any child I bare may be an omega and have to grow up in this world while being seen as nothing more than a couple of holes to fuck.”

68-: “Everything is so fucking hot. Why can’t alphas go into heat instead of omegas?”

69-: “Just because of what I am doesn’t mean I’ll submit to just any alpha”

70-: “I got into some trouble today. I sort of punched an Alpha in the face when he touched me. Long story short, there’s a couple of officers at the door who would like to talk to you about getting control of your omega.”

71-: “I’d kill to be a beta right now.”

72-: “I don’t want an alpha.”

73-: “I don’t want an omega.”

74-: “Do you see me at all? Or am I just a couple of holes to fuck?”

“ALRIGHT CREW. VOTIN’ TIME. These are all the planets in this system that are marked safe for Cybertronians!”

I was hyping up the TF86 movie to my friend who just entered the fandom, and while rewatching it, I had the urge to draw. Still learning a lot -- both by hand and digital-- but I'm happy with how this came out. :) Early sketches:

Transformers Multi-Muse OC RP Blog

Literally. I don't get my first full paycheck from being back to work until two Fridays from now. My wife running out on me and leaving me the sole financial resource for my house while on short-term disability is starting to really hurt the wallet.

I'm not one for shitty begging but I'm hoping good karma from the past might help me out here. If anyone has like, a dollar they could spare, just to get me food and gas for the next little while, I would be eternally grateful and will, as always, pay it forward OR pay it back if you want me to.

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He sighed, swirling the murky dregs of his drink—something local, bitter, and mercifully free of frog slime. Me time, he’d told himself. A blissful hour without Naxar’s chaperoning while Roak was handling drop-off duty for Roe; insisting that going via their own volition would avoid any "temptations" to go anywhere except school. Koschei wondered if maybe he should've pressed to go with, but with how much time he spent with them already, perhaps it would be healthier to give the two of them some space and enjoy some well-earned father-daughter bonding. Besides, if there was anything he could reliably thrive on to pass the time, it was this—the thrill of outthinking, outplaying, outlasting. “You’re shuffling the deck sideways,” snarled the largest gambler, claws scraping the table. Koschei’s silvery horns, etched with that cryptic symbol, caught the light as he shrugged. “My friend, if I cheated, you’d be thanking me for the lesson.” He took a slow sip, the calm in his voice a blade sheathed in velvet. “I just know how to play the game.”

The saloon's ambient chatter died. Four sets of eyes—three livid, one amused—locked in a silence sharper than Koschei’s claws. He could taste the violence brewing, sour and electric. Typical.

"He didn't cheat." Came a slurred voice.

"I've calculated thirty-two billion different possible outcomes for your game. This was one of them. If he'd cheated, the outcome would be duffer...differend."

The cybertronian stood up, swaying slightly on his feet.

"He may be bending the rules, but he didn't cheat."

-Very well. I'll see to it that a lesson is learned here.-

Unicron almost sounded amused.

He sighed, swirling the murky dregs of his drink—something local, bitter, and mercifully free of frog slime. Me time, he’d told himself. A blissful hour without Naxar’s chaperoning while Roak was handling drop-off duty for Roe; insisting that going via their own volition would avoid any "temptations" to go anywhere except school. Koschei wondered if maybe he should've pressed to go with, but with how much time he spent with them already, perhaps it would be healthier to give the two of them some space and enjoy some well-earned father-daughter bonding. Besides, if there was anything he could reliably thrive on to pass the time, it was this—the thrill of outthinking, outplaying, outlasting. “You’re shuffling the deck sideways,” snarled the largest gambler, claws scraping the table. Koschei’s silvery horns, etched with that cryptic symbol, caught the light as he shrugged. “My friend, if I cheated, you’d be thanking me for the lesson.” He took a slow sip, the calm in his voice a blade sheathed in velvet. “I just know how to play the game.”

The saloon's ambient chatter died. Four sets of eyes—three livid, one amused—locked in a silence sharper than Koschei’s claws. He could taste the violence brewing, sour and electric. Typical.

"He didn't cheat." Came a slurred voice.

"I've calculated thirty-two billion different possible outcomes for your game. This was one of them. If he'd cheated, the outcome would be duffer...differend."

The cybertronian stood up, swaying slightly on his feet.

"He may be bending the rules, but he didn't cheat."

Primacron shoved himself away from the controls as Unicron spoke, looking disgusted.

The black cryptid put his hands on his hips and shot Primacron a raised eyebrow. "Do you really believe my friend would be capable of taking control of something so powerful, unless it turned out he was something much more? Do you seriously entertain that its sudden, uncharacteristic, and unprompted change in behavior occurring just as he—if you'll pardon the turn of phrase—kicked the bucket, a mere coincidence?"

With a mischievous smirk, Koschei cocked his head to one side, his eyes sparkling with a glint of challenge. “You claim it to be impossible?” he asked with a teasing lilt, “Well, when you get down to it, surely the impossible is just another word for the possibilities that aren’t understood yet. Are you ready to start understanding?"

"Don't expect me to kneel before a cybertronian god."

Primacron threw his hands briefly into the air before turning his attention back to the controls, he examined the console for a long moment before Unicron turned his attention to the antillan.

-And as for you, your hatred for the Cybertronians is...invigorating. I see no reason you and I cannot work together against the Children of Primus.-

“I'll Never Hide My Scars”

MELODIC-VICTOR

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He sighed, swirling the murky dregs of his drink—something local, bitter, and mercifully free of frog slime. Me time, he’d told himself. A blissful hour without Naxar’s chaperoning while Roak was handling drop-off duty for Roe; insisting that going via their own volition would avoid any "temptations" to go anywhere except school. Koschei wondered if maybe he should've pressed to go with, but with how much time he spent with them already, perhaps it would be healthier to give the two of them some space and enjoy some well-earned father-daughter bonding. Besides, if there was anything he could reliably thrive on to pass the time, it was this—the thrill of outthinking, outplaying, outlasting. “You’re shuffling the deck sideways,” snarled the largest gambler, claws scraping the table. Koschei’s silvery horns, etched with that cryptic symbol, caught the light as he shrugged. “My friend, if I cheated, you’d be thanking me for the lesson.” He took a slow sip, the calm in his voice a blade sheathed in velvet. “I just know how to play the game.”

The saloon's ambient chatter died. Four sets of eyes—three livid, one amused—locked in a silence sharper than Koschei’s claws. He could taste the violence brewing, sour and electric. Typical.

"He didn't cheat." Came a slurred voice.

"I've calculated thirty-two billion different possible outcomes for your game. This was one of them. If he'd cheated, the outcome would be duffer...differend."

The cybertronian stood up, swaying slightly on his feet.

"He may be bending the rules, but he didn't cheat."

Primacron shoved himself away from the controls as Unicron spoke, looking disgusted.

The black cryptid put his hands on his hips and shot Primacron a raised eyebrow. "Do you really believe my friend would be capable of taking control of something so powerful, unless it turned out he was something much more? Do you seriously entertain that its sudden, uncharacteristic, and unprompted change in behavior occurring just as he—if you'll pardon the turn of phrase—kicked the bucket, a mere coincidence?"

With a mischievous smirk, Koschei cocked his head to one side, his eyes sparkling with a glint of challenge. “You claim it to be impossible?” he asked with a teasing lilt, “Well, when you get down to it, surely the impossible is just another word for the possibilities that aren’t understood yet. Are you ready to start understanding?"

"Don't expect me to kneel before a cybertronian god."