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#tf krok
signanothername · 9 months
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Them ur honor <33333
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ross-hollander · 2 months
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Scavengers on the cloned Light:
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Krok, with his concern for Cybertronians' mental states after the millions of years at war, would be the obvious choice for the new ship's therapist. Whirl offers to serve as his 'final exam', claiming that Primus himself couldn't identify every disorder he's got bouncing around his brain.
Drift, briefly, attempts "Wingian combat de-radicalization" on the Scavs. It doesn't work because, among other things, they don't have enough dignity for their views to be challenged by repeated defeat; they're more of a danger to themselves than their opponent with swords; and Misfire is genuinely a menace in the 'that's not how you use that' beginner's luck way.
Regarding Misfire, Megatron, with some reluctance, after the former saves his life on one of their adventures, agrees to grant the wish he's always had, which was to serve as a Seeker. They have the whole ceremony of appointment, although he swears to serve 'Captain' Megatron instead of 'Lord', and to lay down his life for the 'Crusadercon' cause if duty calls him to.
Spinister gets kicked out of the medbay because, as smart as he is, it becomes readily apparent that his bedside matter is somewhat lacking. Also he tried to steal somebody's internals because he wanted to buy some high-tier engex. Granted, they were internals the patient didn't actually need, like mecha-tonsils, but nonetheless.
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cowerandprey · 5 months
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the. sca vengers
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rawmeknockout · 1 year
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heyy could I request mtmte krok using toys (dildo/vibrator/whatever im not picky) on his cybertronian s/o?
A sigh startles out of your intake, back strut arching up with the hitch in your invents, body trying desperately to chase the meager vibrations Krok is allowing you to enjoy right now. No one could possibly get off on a vibrator’s lowest setting, he’s just teasing you. It’s easy enough to tell by the amused chuff that rumbles in his chest right beneath your audial. If you weren’t leaning back against him, straining to control your wriggling hips, you might have smacked him.
“You’re beautiful, sweetspark,” Your optics close at his words, letting them tumble around in your processor. You’re beautiful. You are beautiful. The most handsome mech you’ve ever seen thinks you’re beautiful. Should it still feel so special after spending years together? It makes your spark flutter and warm with wave after wave of affection. The whole room is nearly radiating the energy your intertwined fields make, filled to the brim with warm, roiling attraction. Fulcrum has mentioned offhandedly that it feels like living next to a nausea factory. You can’t be bothered to care about the disgusted noises the other Savengers make when you two are in the room. They’re just jealous of the stability that you two share.
The servo around your waist draws soothing circles in your side armor, pulling you firm and secure back into Krok’s chassis. There’s no where safer, no mech safer, nowhere else you would feel so comfortable letting someone hold a vibrator to your spike and node. After the war it had felt impossible to trust in anyone, especially your fellow ex-Cons. There’s was no one left who you could trust or who would, Primus forbid, trust you. Life had seemed so bleak. A pit of tar drowning you and any evidence you had ever existed. Krok had been the first mech willing to listen, willing to look past your barriers to see you. Nothing since has ever been so terrifying as knowing Krok could see right through you, see your pain, and still want to give you the care you had been desperate for.
He’s laser focused on your pleasure, the way your vents catch and body writhes to chase after that elusive charge. Just like Krok to be so intent on your pleasure that he forgoes his own, just so he can watch you and control the moment. If you had to guess, it may be his favorite way to relax, knowing he can set the pace and the method. You don’t mind handing over the reins if it’s him. There’s no one more trustworthy.
Your legs tremble open ever wider, valve clenching down on nothing as you try desperately to focus on the slow roll and rumble of the wand held against the base of your spike. If only it were just a touch faster. But you can just taste charge building in your system, crackling hard under your plating. Krok’s lovingly shushes you through a slow, processor-melting overload. The tension in your frame bleeds out with the charge whipping along your lines, the clutter of worries and gears plaguing you day in and day out have all been bleached away under the intense steady pleasure still curled tight around your interface.
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kugelblltz · 1 year
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do i HAVE to do EVERYTHING by my FUCKING self
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wirlibirb · 17 days
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does anyone care enough to give me a summary and/or screenshots of each of the scavengers and their personalities? so far i find them fun but they appear so rarely in mtmte that i've only seen them like twice so far?? (i haven't read all the way through yet)
i want to write them, and i want them to be at least somewhat in character, so info would be appreciated
although they are my priority right now, any underappreciated/rarer characters or just your blorbo if you want to talk about them would be great also! please talk to me about cool tfs, preferably with screenshots, quotes, and/or summaries of their personalities.
tl;dr: please tell me about your blorbos/whatever, this started off with the scavengers but please talk about anyone. i would like a summary of their personality.
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computer-files · 10 months
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good morning krok
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aviatrix-ash · 1 year
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Nothing but love and respect for the cute gator boys <3
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chownkiies · 2 months
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Experimental Panel redraw :")
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ihatebrainstorm · 10 months
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Krok in Crocs on a Croc
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I don't think I can give any more context
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ju5t777 · 7 months
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I want you guys to know what exactly I’ve been going through in the last few months
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Special thanks to the @tf-bigbang team for organising this event so well, keeping all the artists and writers in line, and putting up with my bullshit <3
Anyways see you guys next Big Bang 👌
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pixel-transformers · 9 months
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Did anyone else think this?
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larsonabarsona · 4 months
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Ahem. Don't ask me why I did it. I don't know myself…)) I just happened to find this japanese advertisement and immediately thought of them))
(I've spent more time on this than I should...)
I didn't think much about the..."plot" of this, if I may say so, but it only occurred to me that if some random, not very reliable dude had given the scavengers a job, and they agreed just for the money))
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wifetomegatron · 7 months
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krok finds humans disgusting. at least, that's what he tries to convince himself. afab!reader. nsfw. mdni! drabble.
Pores, hair, skin — they were filthy. Organics were an insult to evolution and an affront to nature. He stands by that even if he's not a decepticon anymore. Partly because the prejudice's always been there. And he'd be giving them too much credit to say it's some kind of hatred. Indifference was more like it. He couldn't care less about fleshies. About you.
Then again, words were much easier to believe when his body wasn't reacting to the sight of you wiping your brow with the back of your palm. Your chest, heaving up, down, up down to intake air. Sweat, dripping past your neck and down the fabric of your —
He stopped himself, manually turning off his cooling fans as they clicked to life. Appalled, he stood up from his position, abandoning the rest of the members who were arguing over the manual ( no one noticed that Spinister's been holding it upside down).
You called it a morning run. You need it to keep yourself fit. Which was stupid and weak and terribly inconvenient to think about — sinew and muscle burning and tearing to become stronger. At least that's what he makes of it. He doesn't care. Whatever it is, you've been doing it almost every day now. Ever since the W.A.P.'s been stranded on Earth. While the rest of the team busted their afts off to get the ship back up in the air, you've been indulging yourself.
The audacity.
Krok tells himself that this is his way of correcting your insolence. That rocking himself against your body, with both your thighs — so soft and sticky and obscene — straddling his hips, was all part of his plan to punish you for your transgressions. Your body was warm, breath fanning against the side of his neck cables. He wants to fight off the feel of your hair in between his servos — soft. Silky. He didn't discourage the urge to curl a few strands and tug, earning him a moan. 
There was a list in his head. Of things he wants to yell at you for. His vocalizer doesn't seem to work at the moment so he punctuates each complaint with a thurst forward: For not helping, for jogging, for looking up at him with eyes that widen and watered. His interface panel tightened as lubricant leaked out of your valve — cunt. That was the word for it. He should use the proper words. You weren't Cybertronian. Not with a pretty little, wet thing like that. And the smell. It made him heady. Made him want.
He readjusted himself, bouncing you against his upper leg. You yelped at this, mumbling against the side of his temple.
" More," You whined, " Fuck, Krok I —"
" What was that?"
He wasn't thinking. His palm squeezed your aft, plush and pliant, the surface was already turning red.
" Sir," You repeated, sounding breathless. Such a strange, alien way to describe it. And yet his cooling fans were now roaring, spike out, and pressurizing.
You were repulsive. No armor, no metal — your body was practically defenseless as it melted against the shape of his. Everyone knows he hates them. And he does. But in the small, space of his berthroom, when the lights are off and everyone's gone to look for spare parts in this barren, wasteland excuse of a planet, he can make an exception.
You ducked down to sloppily kiss his faceplate, hip surging forward. Yeah. Krok can make an exception.
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we1come-to-swerves · 2 years
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making up for lost time and posting yet ANOTHER set of memes B))
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literally that one scene in lost light issue 13
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