THIS IS MY PAGE FOR SAUCY ROBOTS AND RBS!!! not all the robots here are saucy but at the very least the ones I post are so no youths allowed!! 18+!! personally I am twenty five years of age at this moment!! #my art has my stuff
hello!! I am more active on Twitter (same username there) but I remember this account occasionally!!
this is a very nsfw/18+ robot loving blog dedicated to robots being intimate in a variety of ways!! YEAH BABY!
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I didn't have the stamina to complete my full outline and apologize greatly to my amazing artists, @furexfurex and @fuccerito. 😭 (I appreciate you both so much and absolutely will finish it for the two of you!)
As always, much love and appreciation to the bang runners @tf-bigbang, as well.
So... How about that preview?
Terrible Bad Summary:
During "clean up" duty in a ruined city, Dadlock (not a typo) finds and keeps a Praxian sparkling because he's a soft and squishy loser.
(ETA: a title. LOL!)
a small one: the beginning (a preview)
"You have got to be slagging me."
Deadlock unfurled a small tendril of his field to nudge it against the…. Well, he had to call it what it was, right?
A Primus-damned sparkling.
"Great," he grumbled, scowling. Keeping his shot lined up, his finger tapped restless, but weightless against the trigger as things he didn't want to think too closely about swirled in the back of his brain module. "Hey, brat," he grunted, volume pitched low. "You hear me?"
On the little bot's small back, barely bigger than the size of Deadlock's hand, tiny door wings quivered in reaction. They twitched again, the joints obviously clogged and painful. Probably every little joint was filled with the system-caking dust of the city's destruction, hurting. Deadlock growled and slapped his blaster back into its thigh holster before kneeling beside the hole, ignoring the jump of his own spark.
He reached down, his hand hovering above the shivering plating over that little back, not quite willing to touch. The dust that was once Praxus lay so thick over the sparkling's armor Deadlock couldn't decipher the color of it. No spilled energon was evident, at least, not even mixing with the dust into a sticky slurry. The smallest whimper drifted up to his audials. Deadlock narrowed his optics and tilted his helm a little, one audial toward the hole and its occupant.
"That's not an answer," he said, gruff and hoping the sparkling didn't start crying and bring the closest Autobot running in their direction—at top speed, even. He tapped at the back of the little helm. "C'mon, you gotta give me something more than that."
Then the sparkling slowly moved, lifting its helm and turning a round little face toward Deadlock. Pale blue optics, dimming at the edges—not a good sign—stared at him, wide and screaming of fear, of exhaustion beyond what a sparkling should know. As those young optics locked on him, the little mouth began to wibble and cleanser pooled in the faded corners of the optical lenses. Deadlock's spark sank into his fuel tank.
The sparkling reached up to him with tiny arms. They were still round with thick pads of sentio metallico not yet stretched into adulthood. Those little door wings, barely bigger than nubs, perked and flicked with pained entreaty, matched by grasping little fingers. Dependent on his choice in that single moment, Deadlock realized his life was about to change forever. A tension he hadn't felt in vorns materialized out of somewhere he couldn't name and sat low in his belly beside his spark.
Little fingers made more grabby motions and cleanser spilled down newling soft cheeks.
Deadlock glanced over his shoulder, mouth a tight line of dismay and acquiescence, but saw nothing to stop him from doing something stupid. "Fine," he said. Whether to himself or the unseen force of fate pushing him onward, he didn't know. "I guess we're doing this. Come here."
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I had the pleasure of working with the incredible @noodleblade in a simpatico unexpected honeymoon trip and it was so much fun! Go read her amazing fic Miscalculated Probability right now!!! And cry with me at Perceptor's tenderness and devotion <3
this one goes out to the two anons in my inbox, one who wanted to see starscream worshipped and the other who wanted to see him stripped and humiliated.
i found there was only one pairing that would fit such an idea- Soundstar <3
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FRIENDS I NEED YOU!!! LISTEN…LISTEN MY FAVORITE LITTLE GUY MISFIRE IS UP AGAINST SOUNDWAVE WHO IS AN ICON AND LAST YEARS WINNER . ITS A LOST CAUSE. MY GUY IS NEVER GOING TO WIN… BUT PLEASE.,.PLEASE HELP HIM LOSE BY A LESSER MARGIN!!!!
also if u want to be propaganded I have updated my PowerPoint from this fight
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