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FINALLY DONE!
(Beast Wars Megatron’s voice is so fine 😌🦖)
Original audio: YT: JobbytheHong (timestamp: 18:29)
Dedicated to all the curvy Megatrons out there. I spent 24 hours over 5 days making this nonsense... *deep breath* he's so damn THICC I can't!!
Anyways... hopefully you guys get some amusement out of this too. Tag a Megan fan ❤️
//♡// She has an appreciation for his curvature...
-> Enjoy this stupid thing that I made.
megatron/ratchet，combined by an accident，still work hard。
“so this is how you Decepticons submit plan reports，emm? ”
Only Megs sees Op's beauty fr
Inspired by the debate on twitter if ES Optimus was ugly or not lmao
UGHHHHHH issogood!!
Big. Beautiful.
Needed a break from trying to finish the Naja origin stuff. They're such an old couple I'm dying 😭😂
Inspired by a shared thread between @quantumlogician and @deceitfulcharmer ... peak content. I can't unsee them like this now. Bless.
My good sir, who gave you permission to be so scrumptious?!
First time try to draw a (not chibi) TF.
Edited: the size of his medical box
I love this so much. This actually reminds me a lot of my cat, she is grey and is also Satan. I love my pointy angry baby!!
uehghg urhgh oh my god i love her
This is stunning babe go get that autograph!! I'm sure he'll be blown away!
Print I hope to get signed by Frank Welker at TF Con LA! My fav line ever in a tf series tbh
*probable* tfp quotes:
Megatron: *takes huge rip of space meth*
Knockout: *winces* Perhaps it would be best if you limited your intake, my liege. Based on what we've learned thus far, dark energon tends to impare cognitive thinking.
Starscream: Cognitive thinking?! He can barely string a sentence together while he's on that scrap.
Megatron: You dare insult your lord and master, Scarstream?!
*KO and SS share a concerned glance*
Megatron: *facing the wall* When I get my servos on you, I'm going to tear your wings off! Are you listening to me, Sourcream?!
Knockout: Uhhh... he's over here, my liege...
This is actually hilarious. No hiding any of his own fuck ups from Ghostscream. I can just see how Screamer would be LIVING (figuratively of course) for the opportunity to constantly point out Megatron's failings without any fear of retribution
Funniest possible idea that came to me.
TFP au where Megatron DOES end up killing Starscream (maybe in that fit he had at the end of ep 14).
EXCEPT, since Starscream is fueled entirely by spite and his desire to kick Megatron's ass, he returns as a ghost to haunt Megatron's ass and cause problems and there is NOTHING Megatron can do to stop him or get rid of him (is exorcism even a thing??).
Sure, he can't be the leader of the Decepticons now but like, he can still make life really really hard for Megatron.
It's a huge W for Starscream and somehow dying was the best thing for him.
Big L for Megatron tho.
Also this would make Megatron's "I don't believe in spirits" to Bumblebee really funny. Oh, you don't believe in ghosts? Get haunted bitch.
A - Z Megatron X Reader
Rating: T
Warnings: suggestive content
Megatron/AFAB Human Reader in which you find yourself the subject of his not-so-secret scrutiny
I is for Indignant
Megatron was not someone who could be described as discreet. Apart from his immense size and commanding presence - which in and of themselves made him impossible to ignore - his mannerisms were deliberate and unapologetic. You didn't think words like uncertain, embarassed, or bashful existed for him.
However, despite all these things, you were still surprised to catch him staring very openly at your tits one nondescript Thursday afternoon. It was a warm day, so you'd opted for a tanktop. It was form fitting without being overly tight, molding to the shape of your bust, and - as tanktops tended to do - exposed a fair bit of skin. The neckline, while not entirely scandalous, revealed at least two inches of cleavage... which was two inches more than you were suddenly comfortable with.
Snagging the top of your shirt, you pulled it up and over the soft swell of your breasts, hiding the inviting valley between them. His stare didn't waver, though he did narrow his optics as though the action displeased him. Alarmed that he had yet to look away, you cleared your throat loudly and pointedly, flustered blush turning into one of anger when even that did nothing to deter him.
"Can I help you?!"
Where you scrounge up the courage to call him out you'd never know, but the temporary adrenaline rush you got from doing so turns to complete shock when he finally does meet your gaze. The initial eye contact is jarring, despite the fact that that you've been on the receiving end of it before, but it's the slow smirk that creeps it's way across his fang filled mouth that really makes your heart rate double.
He offers no explanation, nor does he appear remorseful. If anything, he seems almost pleased with himself that he's caught you so off guard.
Your position as liaison has offered you the opportunity to work with several Cybertronians over the past year, and while you felt you had a pretty clear read on most of them, Megatron remained an unknown. Regardless of the terms placed and agreed upon by both factions that allowed this tenuous alliance to exist, there was no denying his predatory nature, and the healthy dose of caution that accompanied your meetings with him.
"Nervous?" he drawled. His tone was even, calculaing. His vivid red optics never left you as the exchange occurred, noting your reactions, weighing them. "I had thought we were past that point?"
Willing your hands not to shake, you clasp them behind you, regretting it when you realize the action has pushed your bust outward, drawing his stare once again. You reply with equal parts professionalism and snark, "Past the need for awkward greetings and pointless niceties perhaps, but not so familiar as to forego all sense of decorum, Lord Megatron."
He laughed a little at that. "And yet - given our positions - I suspect we will become far more... familiar with one another, in due time."
You had been ever present for the gradual shift in his feelings toward humankind, watching disdain morph into acceptance and then into begrudging intrigue. This newest change suggested far less 'grudge' and far more 'intrigue'... and you weren't quite sure which made you more anxious. His initial ire... or his current interest.
And it had ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with the fact that this new development inspired unexpected reactions in you.
Opting not to reply to his obvious goad, you pry your eyes away from his, finding a very interesting spot to inspect on the wall to your right. You feel his gaze linger like a smoldering weight, and while you were never a gambler, you'd be willing to wager just about anything that if you did chance a look back in his direction, his optics would still be fixated to some of your more... feminine attributes.
'The heat in your cheeks is just indignation,' you tell yourself.
Space Crack will do that to your eyes I guess...
megs needing glasses is never not funny to me
I'm dying. Boy your eyes are insane!!
Human slang 101 (part 1/2)
...... is...... is it his ass?
Wanted to do another DS-style render since it's been a long time since I last did one. So I recreated a scene from Shadow Generations with Optimus Prime and Megatron.
Models are from the Transformers Prime DS game. Rendered in Blender 3.6.17 with the Eevee renderer.
Full-resolution/textless version + the scene it's based on under the cut!
A - Z Megatron X Reader
Rating: Mature
Warnings: slavery, torture, asphyxiation
Megatron/Reader (You) in which you are an unlucky human who has caught the attention of a deranged alien warlord
G is for Gasp
Your eyes were burning, the vessels in them beginning to burst as the pressure continued to mount. Tears slipped past your lashes and streamed down your face into your hair, and you work your fingers vigorously against the unflinching metal grip that pins you in place. The effort is entirely fruitleas, nails chipping and tearing as you claw at your throat and the massive hand of your captor.
Well... fingers, really. Only two of them that he uses to keep you in place. It's been a small eternity, and now your vision is beginning to dim, your attempts to free yourself growing weaker... slower. Your body - lungs and brain deprived of oxygen - begins to shut down.
'Just do it already... kill me... please!'
You're unable to speak the words, so you mouth them, hoping he will see and understand... and have mercy on you.
He sees. He understands. But instead of freeing you from your pitiful mortal coil, he releases you, and air floods your lungs. You lurch violently up, gulping in a breath and turning onto your side as your body is racked with painful coughs. Several minutes seem to tick by as you splutter and wheeze, nose running and limbs shaking. All the while your tormentor watches closely, his expression pleased.
Finally, you settle, slow tears still pattering against the enormous hand he has you cradled in. If he minds, he doesn't say anything.
"Why?" you rasp, the word like razorblades in your throat.
His deep laughter is something you feel as it reverberates in the air around you, the smile that accompanies his mirth the furthest thing from pleasant.
"Because this planet is now mine, and I must find some value in its inhabitants... even if your only purpose is to amuse me with your suffering, I will make good use of you."
The cruel admission sent chills deep into the very marrow of your bones. You weren't told much when you first arrived here, but you did know you weren't the only human to be subjected to this monstrous giant's attentions. You were, however, the only one still alive. And - according to him - you had lasted longer than any of the others... a terrifying thought considering it had only been two weeks.
He liked you. You would never have considered such a thing but for the fact that another alien had told you as much. You were resilient, a trait he valued, apparently. And it would appear his intention was to see just how resilient you could be, as he put you through a plethora of 'experiments' to test your durability and spirit. He always seemed unaffected by your pleading, but positively delighted to watch you fight - despite the pointlessness of the act.
A horrified part of you wondered if he got off on it. If he even could 'get off'. Not that you wanted to find out.
You didn't flinch this time as he lifted his hand again, knowing what was coming next. Instead of wrapping his massive talons around your throat, the tip of one nudged you along the top of your head, ruffling your hair in a strange parody of what you believed was a 'head pat'. It was a pattern. He would call upon you at random, subject you to some form of torture, and then stroke you with a gentleness that belied his previous actions... like he was praising a pet for learning a new trick. It was all quite sick... and while you knew your suffering was over for the time being, a part of you wished he would accidentally drop you as he walked, the height of the fall surely enough to break your neck. At least that way, you didn't have to spend the following few days wondering what kind of perverse abuse he planned to subject you to next.
*probable* tfp quotes:
Megatron - Yet another attempt at undermining me, Starscream? I ought to rend you limb from limb!
Starscream - As delightful as that sounds, master, wouldn't you rather I give you a lap dance and we can forget this whole thing ever happened?
Megatron (murderous) - You think this is a joke?!?
Starscream - *turns on Get Low and begins gyrating his hips*
Megatron (exasperated) - Get out of my sight.
*probable* tfp quotes:
Starscream - You think because you've got that slutty little waist you can talk to me however you please?!
Knockout - I'd rather not talk to you at all, but you keep getting hurt! Now keep your slutty legs still!
Starscream - I am Second in Command on board this warship! You will show me due respect!
Knockout - And I am this warship's primary medic, so YOU need to LISTEN to my experti-
Megatron - You're both sluts, now shut up and get back to work!!!
A - Z Megatron X Reader
Rating: Mature
Warnings: violence and death, cult-like mentality
Megatron/Reader (You) in which you are a zealous follower at the dawn of the war
F is for Fanatic
“This is madness!”
Your narrowed optics observe the old bot as he is restrained, hoisted upright to stand on trembling limbs. Members of his guard, those who remained alive, protested the rough handling through their muzzles. The one at your pedes attempted to rise, but you pulled him back down to the ground, glowering at him in warning.
“You call this madness… I call it justice.”
The room stilled at the deep utterance, the entrance of the Decepticon figurehead seeming to stop time. Unhurried steps carried him through the wreckage of what was once the doorway, across the glossy tiled floor until he towered over the detained mech.
“The masses will not stand for this attack,” came his somber reply.
“We are the masses,” Megatron bit out, fanged grin punctuating the statement. “We are the righteous, once chained by your ambitions, but no more. You will bear the culmination of our wrath.”
The weathered official shook his helm, the cables that framed his faceplate swaying as he insisted, “The Council has agreed that the castes be disbanded. Is this not what you want?! The Prime will-”
“The Prime,” he interrupted, reaching out to clamp his talons over the old bot’s mouth, “does not speak for us. He has never lived as we have, never suffered at the servos of the Council. If you truly thought, Ambassador, that we would be satisfied with such a representative, you are a fool.”
You snarled in agreement, ramming your blaster into the helm of the mech at your pedes.
Megatron releasied the envoy, turning as he began to circle the room. He addressed his followers. “From the beginning, they've treated us as though we are nothing. It is the wreckage of our bodies that feeds their machine, our energon that fuels this planet.”
His every step is measured, towering frame casting its shadow upon all as he passes by. “And peace… peace is what they offer to appease us when we finally come to collect. An insincere apology for the horrors we’ve endured.”
He stops before you, and elation dances along your circuits as your gaze meets his. “What say you to that? Do you want their peace?”
“No!” the word all but leaps from your vocalizer, echoed by the thunderous cry of your brethren.
The silver titan turned to face the subdued old mech yet again, claws splayed at the demonstration. “And there you have it. We will take what is owed to us. And it starts with you.”
Pulling himself into as straight a pose as his aged frame could manage, he accused, “You are no savior, Megatron. You are nothing but a criminal. You claim to want to free your people, but the tyranny you offer in place of the caste system is no different.”
His laughter was deep, slow as he approached his prisoner, talons sliding into a fist as he unsheathed the blade from his gauntlet. “My tyranny, as you call it, will shape this world into greatness. A world in which all bots have the freedom to choose. I have plucked us from the cesspit of despair we have been forced to toil in. I have opened the optics of this planet’s inhabitants to the corruption of the High Council and the upper castes. Decadent, gluttonous vermin leeching profit from our suffering. There is only one way this can end. We take what we are owed and shatter every remnant of the old ways. Either you stand with us to realize this vision, or…” he drawled, lifting the weapon to rest upon his enemy’s shoulder plating. “You stand in our way.”
He took a moment to look around at the subdued guards. “The choice is yours now. Stand with us to dismantle the system of oppression that has gripped Cybertron for too long…. or face your end here and now.”
When no one responded, the large mech took a sweeping glance at his followers, nodding once. Blaster charging, you pressed it into the base of your captive’s helm, awaiting the final call. Righteous anger barreled through your lines. How they could continue to stand with these… monsters, after everything they were responsible for?! How could they not see the depravity of their world as it was? How desperately they needed to be cleansed. And cleanse them you would. This entire, filthy planet would be delivered from its wrongdoings by the only mech who was fit to rule it. You watched with mounting anticipation as your master lifted his blade.
“Decepticons, our time is now!”
His cut was clean and precise, and the Ambassador’s lifeless husk was dropped unceremoniously to the ground. The outraged cries of his guard were silenced shortly after with a barrage of gunfire. You smiled down at the smoking hole in the back of your captive’s helm before curling your servo into a fist and lifting it into the air.
“All hail Megatron!”
A - Z Megatron X Reader
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Mild swearing
Megatron/Reader (You) in which you are a human who is far too curious for your own good
E is for Eyebrows
As surreptitiously as possible, you glance at him again from the corner of your eye as he spoke to Optimus, watching raptly as the jagged ridges that adorned his helm rose and fell. You had long since given up trying to decipher how Cybertronian 'eyebrows' were able to move freely without any notable joints. It was mind boggling, but eventually you had made peace with the fact that it was likely some aspect of their anatomy that you – as a human – were completely unaware of.
And while all Cybertronians that you had met thus far had these brow ridges, for some very absurd reason, your brain decided to fixate upon his. It might have been because of the fact that he wasn't a being you had been exposed to much prior to this temporary alliance, but you had a niggling suspicion it was the fact that he was dangerous that made it fascinating to watch him, thrilling even. Like getting in the water with a great white shark…
You scoffed a little at yourself as you turn away for a moment to glance at the papers in your hands. 'Didn't anyone ever tell you curiosity killed the cat?'
You heard Optimus' heavy steps as he retreated further into the bunker, looking up once more. Megatron was still there… and he was staring straight at you. You pale and look away instantly, trying to busy yourself with reading. His ominous steps rumbled the very foundations of the base, and to your horror you realize they are growing nearer. You slam your eyes shut, and when the thunderous footfalls stop, you know he's there… right there, a scarce handful of yards from you. Swallowing, you force yourself to open your eyes, your stomach dropping when you note the entire platform you are standing upon is now draped in a massive shadow. You're rethinking the whole 'shark' theory at this point, knowing fully well they rarely attacked people, and when they did it was almost always because you'd been mistaken for a seal or a turtle. This being… would not hesitate to crush you into a fleshy paste without an ounce of remorse.
You don't know whether to look up or not, which would seem like the greater insult?
"You've been watching me."
The knowing statement takes you by surprise, and without meaning to you lift your head and meet his gaze… only to freeze like a deer in headlights. His mouth is twisted into a sneer, his teeth sharp and vicious looking. Those, however, were definitely very shark like.
"Why?"
Its not a question… its a demand. The seconds tick by and his optics narrow… though one of those damned eyebrows inches upward. You decide to tell him the truth. Licking your lips, you take a steadying breath. "Y-Your eyebr-err, brow ridges. They're just… really emotive. It's… interesting."
He seems to study you, gauging your sincerity, you imagine. Eventually he realizes you are being truthful, his expression irritated… disgusted almost. Like someone who found a hair in their soup… not that Cybertronians had hair… or knew what soup was…
Suddenly he turns and walks away from you, in the direction Optimus had gone. You release the breath you'd been holding, gasping in relief. That was far too close for comfort. When his clipped voice reaches you from across the room - a terse command to cease - you don't need to be told twice. You nod vigorously and look back at your papers, muttering a quiet apology.
Your frazzled brain tries to sort out the tumult of sensations and thoughts running through your body. You feel like you're going to throw up and piss yourself and faint all at once. Thankfully you do none of that, and after some deep breathing manage to regain a measure of composure… though the shaking in your limbs doesn't subside. And yet… despite the fact that his command had held a clear hint of threat, your stupid human brain and its morbid curiosity pokes at you to look over at him yet again. Shaking away the foolhardy urge, you tell yourself firmly, 'No more poking the bear.'
I would be hard pressed not to stare. I'm the person who runs into a wolf and tries to pet it… so this is right up my alley.
... adjkduhdbeossndsp!!!?@$^"¥
Soooo, I started sketching some ideas of what some of the bots would look like with holo-forms, and it kind of escalated.
I finished this portrait of Megatron and I am pretty happy with how it turned out. I think I got his basic shapes down so it looks like him, and I also went from greyscale to color, which I have had a hard time with thus far.
I feel like he would wear nice suits because he couldn't afford to appear powerful in his earlier years- but no matter how he looked he will throw down. If he is in power, he will look like it.
I have another coming with Optimus, as a continuation of the sketch of @exileandtrust 's John, so I'll probably post that soon.
Would you guys like to see other bots as humans?
A - Z Megatron X Reader
Rating: Teen
Warnings: mentions of injury/insinuated death
Megatron/Reader (You) in which you are an unlucky subordinate
D is for Deception
Your intakes fill with smoke as you struggle through the smoldering wreckage, vents sputtering and failing. Declining vitals flash across your HUD, and you grimace as you are faced with the severity of your condition.
Pressurization dropping - energon levels: 76%… 74%...70%
Ventilation systems: offline
Functionality: 53%
Assessment: severe damage to upper right quadrant
-plating separation
-fuel lines ruptured
-bearing dislocation
Stasis induction was imminent if you didn’t find help soon, and considering the state of your surroundings, you had doubts that anyone in the immediate vicinity was in any condition to be treating others.
A figure appeared through the curtains of black smoke that surrounded you, and hope fluttered in your spark as the outline became a familiar silhouette. Waving, you called out. “Over here!”
The Decepticon figurehead stepped through the flames that continued to lick at the rubble, followed shortly thereafter by a handful of his other subordinates. They stopped shy of you, and his red optics fell upon your prone frame in a leisurely, sweeping glance.
Something… didn’t feel right. Why weren’t they helping you? “Please, my Lord… I need aid.”
The words draw his attention back to your face, and he smiles. It’s an odd mixture of pity and something sinister, and it makes your spark waver a little.
“My apologies. It was not my intent to cause you undue suffering. I’d assumed the initial blast would offline you instantly.”
Your optics narrow into pinpricks as the implications of his words sink in.
“I must say, I’m impressed by your fortitude.”
Shaking your helm slowly as you attempt to process what is happening, you stammer, “Wh… why? I don’t understand… I gave so much for you… for the cause!”
The imposing mech rolled a spiked pauldron, shifting his immense weight as he stepped ever closer. “Simply put, your usefulness to me has run out, and you have become a liability. I cannot afford liabilities.”
Your vitals continue to flash, your state growing ever more dire as you attempt to push yourself away from him, but with only one functioning servo, it’s nearly impossible. The dead weight of your useless arm makes the struggle all the more difficult, and when you look up and see him standing directly over you… you know there’s no escaping.
“You lied to me.”
He grins, and the cannon on his arm hums to life as he takes aim. The heat of it sears your face, but you dare not look away as he positions himself over your mangled frame.
“Nothing personal… I hope you understand.”
There is something terribly wrong with me for enjoying this lunatic so much…