tfp Megatron getting chubbier and thicker, his frame slowly filling out and his tits getting bigger. Soon enough everywhere he walks on the nemesis cons stop and stare bc he’s so hot. Maybe his plating can’t hold his titties any more and they just pop out suddenly in a meeting. He notices that all the soldiers are looking at him and uses it to his advantage. Soon he starts rewarding his best soldiers with a frag session, and a face full of tits.. production is up 300% and Starscream stops trying to kill him. Megatrons chubby ass and megatits win the war. Idk is this something I think about this man and his boobs everyday
ohhhh yes. tfp Megs seems like the type to get fat as like a symbol of power thing (kinda like nobles in medieval times or whatever) and parade himself around, big gut jiggling and boobs wobbling once his plating pops. it popped off in a meeting but he didn't care, just kept on talking while the other cons were jerking off under the table because holy shit those are amazing tits
so many of the cons are clambering to his throne, offering themselves as a frag (even the more composed ones, shock/wave and sound/wave) even star/scream sulks in a corner and sneaks over once everyone's gone. everyone starts working harder to get a faceful of boobs, and who knows maybe dark Energon makes them swell
In this sonification of Perseus. the sound waves astronomers previously identified were extracted and made audible for the first time. The sound waves were extracted outward from the center. (source)
ughh i wanna put a bratty sub in his place so bad!! :((
i wanna make him think he’s got the upper hand until the last minute, to watch the look on his face when he realises that he’s been playing right into your hand the entire time; that every moment leading up to this was just a carefully calculated step in your plan. i want to see how he struggles to fight back once he does, how hard he tries to prove himself, not realising that if he was really the one in control, he wouldn’t need to prove it, would he? he’d just do it. yet here he is, scrambling for his place back in the driver’s seat that he was never truly in.
your giggles would interrupt him amidst his little speech, cutting off the empty bluffs and dirty promises that he could never even dream of keeping anyway; the way you’d chuckle behind a coy hand like you’ve got some little inside joke with yourself? it would make that fragile ego of his fucking quiver; make him feel confused and embarrassed and he would try to twist the situation back in his favour, of course he would, to try pretend he’s in on the inside joke... but the truth is he feels helpless. for the first time ever, it feels like he’s the one in the dark; he’s the clueless and defenseless one, the one who’s been caught in a trap he never saw coming.
but then again, how could he when you play the part of prey so well? when your innocent performance is so convincing — with your big glossy eyes and shyly averted gazes, your voice so sweet and unsuspecting, stumbling over filthy words like you’ve never even thought them before? what reason would someone like him have to fear a precious thing like you? he’s all chiselled muscle and tenacity, with the eyes of a wolf; you’re small compared to him, cute and soft and easy to overpower — and yet he still ends up beneath you because your presence alone harbours more power than he does in all those muscles he’s so proud of, and his resolve is weak as long as you know where he’s most sensitive and what words make him blush, and with enough patience and punishments, those wolf’s eyes will melt into a puppy’s every time.
and getting a man like him to submit — or better yet break — is no easy feat. he thought himself a dom before he met you and god, if there isn’t anything more rewarding, more wonderful than that; teaching him to bend to your will and seeing his inevitable downfall each and every time. no matter how many times or how far he goes to defy and provoke you, you both know that he will always return to his rightful place: beneath you and completely at your mercy.
EREN JAEGER, TOJI FUSHIGURO, TOUYA TODOROKI, MUZAN KIBUTSUJI, SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA
You know how aziraphale can sense love? How he has to stop for a moment in the nunnery in s1, how he grabs on to crowley when Gabriel and Beelzebub reunite? The way he smiles when he sees nina and Maggie dance?
Imagine how shocking the kiss would be, to feel all this love directed at -him-. With no one to grab on to except for crowley. Could he feel it fade away as he left crowley?
So what if there was a shortage of soldiers during the war, so the bots and cons decide to try their luck with pregnancy and stuff
Rat/chet is the most fertile of the bots, so he naturally offers himself as the bots breeding bot, getting his processor fragged out once per week to build up the many many newsparks in his belly<3
For the cons Sound/wave and Mega/tron both offer themselves up (megsy surprises everyone) and so soon the tic and leader get super pregnant and full of the cons babies, plus it stops star/scream's attempts to usurp Megs due to seeker coding
Soak in the seariously soothing sights and smooth sounds of our newest Krill Waves Radio: Open Sea edition—now in 4K!
In this special collabor-ocean with Chillhop Music artist Sleepy Fish, we’ve got two hours of ambient lofi hip hop beats featuring your favorite Open Sea fronds. Take ten with the tuna, relax with the rays, and settle down with the sardines—the perfect addition to a second screen or TV while you work/study/unwind.
Alabaster limbs can outlive the nitrogen dew
so touch me and I'll be the last thing you touch.
Marble limbs hold sway in the polar plateau
Where I detest you all I wish you could dissappear.
Polar Plateau
(The Frozen Autumn)
What if the air suddenly solidifies?
Nothing to regret
Nothing more to plan.
Alabaster limbs can outlive
The nitrogen dew
So touch me and I'll
Be the last thing you touch.
Marble limbs hold sway on the
Polar Plateau
Where I detest you all
I wish you could disappear.
Bury me in Sienna
Bury me in blue sand
Where the useless things are thrown away and
Forgotten
Bury me in Sienna
Bury me in blue sand
On the Polar Plateau
My eyes turn electric blue.
What if the air suddenly solidifies?
Evidence
Becomes eternal
Troughs and peaks
Streamlining limbs
To fit a perfect guise
A flawless disguise.
Humdrum action
Blindfold reaction
Will that soften your heart?
Will that soften your heart?
Bury me in Sienna
Bury me in blue sand
On the Polar Plateau
Please leave me alone
Bury me in Sienna
Bury me in blue sand
For I detest you all,
I detest you all!
Video lapse with song:
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From my Soundwave playlist
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Colder variation:
Traditional sketch
Had to paint it in digital because I can't paint in traditional for the life of me ;_;