tyrantspark:

image

"You do not command me."

I do not recall it being that way. So long as my blood is within you, you’re mine to do with as I wish.

ask-smokescreen:

the-chaos-bringer:

IT ISN’T. IT’S SOMETHING ELSE. COME HERE.

Wait, really? Good. Uh.

I’m going to regret this.

If it is sentient transfluids, I’m gonna stuff matrices down your mouth.

/Will actually step towards this time./

[exhales aphrodisacs on]

choochoomotherslagger:

the-chaos-bringer:

YOU ASKED FOR IT.

mmn… okay.. i now know what it actually means to be consumed with lusssttt…

any channncne youll hlep me work through it~~?

[pulls into lap, scratching under the other’s helm]


ask-primus inquired:
"Why are you molesting everyone, Brother..?"

IT’S FUNNY.


Anonymous inquired:
WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ORION!?!? D: //screams in horror//

BEING FRIENDLY?


Anonymous inquired:
Uni! Alpha Trion has been a horrible lecher and took Smokey's innocence (and cap). If you're going to make anyone's fluid sentient and get preggers by it. Do it to him.

YOU ACT LIKE I CARE.


Anonymous inquired:
MA! seduce and frag ask-smokescreen in the dirtiest smuttiest way. tentacles, clones, arousing vapor, anything goes. have fun ;P

THE MORE YOU HARASS ME ABOUT THIS, THE MORE I GROW ANNOYED AND BORED WITH THE IDEA.

thelibrarianpax:

the-chaos-bringer:

thelibrarianpax:

*Would puff his cheeks if he could.* But Lord Unicron I cannot breathe. We Cybertronians do not have lungs…to…oh…*Orion was beginning to remember, the lack of lungs did not mean the lack of intakes or vents. Transformers had too cool their systems down somehow after all.*


That…that is nice. *He decides with a warm huff, not quite knowing or understanding the random yet pleasurable sensations he was now experiencing.* Um, hmmn, what is that?

A aphrodisiac, transmitted through my vents. Do you like it?

*The librarian’s eyes spark once in fear, but it is quickly drowned out by continuous waves of contentment.* …it’s very nice of you.

I think.
I probably should be suspicious, but I cannot think straight. I think. *Rumbles happily.*

Let me know if you start to feel ill. I am unsure as to the effects it may cause. 

[a pause, and he moves to rub the other’s shoulder’s. a innocently-natured gesture, despite the cloud he’d outtaked into the other moments ago]

tyrantspark:

the-chaos-bringer:

COME HERE I WANT TO TRY SOMETHING.

image

| No. |

OBEY ME.

thelibrarianpax:

*Would puff his cheeks if he could.* But Lord Unicron I cannot breathe. We Cybertronians do not have lungs…to…oh…*Orion was beginning to remember, the lack of lungs did not mean the lack of intakes or vents. Transformers had too cool their systems down somehow after all.*


That…that is nice. *He decides with a warm huff, not quite knowing or understanding the random yet pleasurable sensations he was now experiencing.* Um, hmmn, what is that?

A aphrodisiac, transmitted through my vents. Do you like it?


talentandlooks inquired:
Now he's just going to stare at Unicron and wonder how the frag he got here because he's not a sparkling anymore.

talentandlooks:

the-chaos-bringer:

the-chaos-bringer:

WOW THEN THAT’S WEIRD 

WHATEVER

[grabs and pulls close]

Ew. Sparkling. 

[but he shifts his hands, a fog forming around them that slid out to slide into the other’s plating, caressing them from within]

"Oh hush. It ain’t that ba—" He’s cut off as the fog brushes over the insides of his plating, optic dimming and frame shivering. "Th-the slag.."

ALRIGHT, SO THAT WORKS. HAVE FUN!

[poofs away]

choochoomotherslagger:

the-chaos-bringer:

choochoomotherslagger:

diiiiid i use up my alloted unicrom points for the day

cani ido the thing

… eh, whatever. 

[APHRODISIAC BREATH POWERS GO!]

/vents are already running full blast, so it’s not like he has to make an effort to breathe it in/

….

thisss was probalbly a mistake

YOU ASKED FOR IT.

pbstv:

Meet Lucy, a 3.2 million-year-old ancestor of ours. Though she looks like an ape, her knees were close together, just like a human’s! That positioned her feet directly under her body and made walking easier. 

See the final installment of Your Inner Fish tomorrow night (4/23) on PBS at 10/9c.


talentandlooks inquired:
Now he's just going to stare at Unicron and wonder how the frag he got here because he's not a sparkling anymore.

talentandlooks:

the-chaos-bringer:

WOW THEN THAT’S WEIRD 

WHATEVER

[grabs and pulls close]

He blinks in surprise, a brow ridge raising.

"…s’long as y’don’t hurt mah sparklin’…ah’m game fer whatever yer plannin’."

Ew. Sparkling. 

[but he shifts his hands, a fog forming around them that slid out to slide into the other’s plating, caressing them from within]

tyrantspark:

The multiverse is full of idiots.

He hopes Unicron devours everyone.

COME HERE I WANT TO TRY SOMETHING.