Why do people wanna make more megop kids when Megs and OP already have some? Roddy and Bee are basically OP’s kids, and Megs picked up Tarn, Soundwave, and Deadlock off the streets and Overlord more or less forced Megs into adopting him. …Oh gods, can you imagine family dinner? @_@ Roddy and Tarn try to kill each other every time Megs and OP look away, Overlord is makes his food into gory “art”, Deadlock steals everyone’s knives, Bee is hiding under the table, and only SW is behaving

My hand regrets drawing the Horde™

(and a little extra since I sketched it out)

In the spirit of Autumn I drew the soundboy in a scarf.

ars-mortifera:

dobe-qj:

trailbreakerofficial:

imagineyourfavoriterobot:

Imagine your favorite robot seeing it start to snow on Earth for the first time, and they can’t resist the urge to go play around in it.

don’t think he would enjoy it that much

but then there is this one

“snow” your participating in over 132 violations of the tyrest accord, half of which involves my ship

cease and desist

*likes to think he would angrily want to ticket all the snowflakes*

idontshootthemessenger:

i just wanted to draw my favorite bots comfy and covered in pillows n’ blankets

Source: idontshootthemessenger

pollution-of-subterranean-waters:

Oh, you
know, just being on my way to robot hell.

Source: pollution-of-subterranean-waters

TF Prime Soundwave, C?

caiusmajor:

Sticky, nsfw, Soundwave/Megatron with Soundwave/Orion/Megatron implied.

After the arena, before the revolution, Soundwave curled himself into Megatronus’ heavy heated plating and let himself rest.

He’d detached his deployers, made himself small so he could better fit into Megatronus’ embrace. There was no need, at the moment, for the bluff and bluster of the arena: Soundwave was an equal part of their whole, if a happily subordinate one.

He opened his body for Megatronus, let him take, and take, and take, until the huge body lay exhausted on top of him. The spike nestled still stubbornly inside Soundwave, sending slow pulses of current through Soundwave’s sore channel.

In return, Megatronus opened his processors. Soundwave’s cables wrapped around and around him, plugged into sockets accustomed to his use. Megatronus’ restless power, and rage, and betrayal washed through Soundwave’s processors, and Soundwave held him faithfully and believed in him utterly.

The two of them were one, and they almost forgot that there should have been three.