Tag: Gravescratch

I love your tiny little disaster family. The Jettwins always deserved better and this time they may have just got it. Also: what d’ye’think Family Game Night would be like?

Probably paintball. With added hazard of Gravescratch, having dipped his servos into paint, trying to pounce out at them. He’s not much interested in interacting with the twins frequently and for long periods of time, they’re too loud and energetic for his introverted self, but he’ll play with them now and then, and his version of paintball is more like paintclaw. 

Three-way board games probably also happen, with lots of playful elbowing. 

Blackspark has access to plenty of movies from plenty of different planets, so movie nights with snacks are frequent. Gravescratch will get involved in those as long as the twins stay relatively quiet. He brings his own snacks, though, usually dead things. Has to keep those away from the twins or they’ll try and eat whatever he’s got. Not good for their tanks. 

Blooop bloop bloop!!

Blackspark spends a fairly considerable amount of his time around other people trying very hard not to start petting audial fins. He really likes audial fins. It’s not a kink, it’s just that “ooh pretty I want to touch” sort of thing. He will happily work it into sexy times if requested, but mostly he just wants to stroke. 

Gravescratch, when sufficiently excited while in alt mode, will do a canine playbow at someone, yap, spin around, and run off to do whatever he was doing. He very rarely lets himself go like that, he loathes being seen as an animal, but people like Blackspark understand that mannerisms don’t make him an animal. He’ll be downright goofy around Blackspark when in the right mood, whining and pawing and wagging his tail like crazy. 

Sharpshot’s primary optic assembly is slightly looser than usual due to being able to extend out into the main structure of his scope. It can, under unfortunate situations, get grit in between the large lenses. His response to this is extreme distress, understandably, and extending the optic structure to get it cleaned out whenever he’s in somewhere safe. It’s an incredibly strange look, his optic lenses telescope outwards into thin air and a gush of trapped optic lubricant drips down his face, but it works to get it cleaned out. Can’t have grit rubbing around in there when the lenses shift, of course. 

Who else do you think would be willing to join Soundwave’s and Megatron’s gross cannibal club? Gravescratch? Starscream? I know Knock Out would probably like the aesthetique of it and the whole dismemberment bit, but DANG is it messy and time-consuming and horrible on his finish. Airachnid would love it, but she won’t ask to join out of spite and Soundwave won’t offer. Shockwave would probably slorp energon with a proboscis like the world’s bustiest butterfly.

Starscream is a Seeker, formerly near-nobility, and recoils from the very idea. Probably sneers and calls everyone involved “disgusting savages”. 

Knock Out won’t touch drained energon or protoflesh as a meal, something about his systems being too refined for such garbage, but will take a body apart just out of general him-ness.

Gravescratch eats just about anything he kills, including people. Definitely including people. And one of the Functionalists, or so he claims. He can digest metal and protoflesh, making him the only person who’s never gone hungry during the war- there’s always scavengers to be had. To him, the entire planet is edible, and so are limited amounts of organic things.

Blackspark doesn’t tend to eat people, since germs, but hunts and eats small animals for food. He’ll chew on people if he’s hungry enough. 

Shockwave is practical enough to do it, but prefers to process the energon first, deadpanning something about potential infections. He probably has a portable energon filtration system in subspace at all times for just that situation. Can’t eat the fleshy bits because he doesn’t have any teeth. 

Crucible (most people haven’t met him, short-but-solid mech whose alt is his namesake) isn’t proud of it, but he’s eaten corpses. Mostly out of fear- he has very high fuel needs, especially if he’s been using his alt mode, and panics at the potential of starving. Panics enough to overcome his squeamishness at the idea and be caught chewing on someone’s fuel pump. Unlike the others on this list, he feels bad about it, despite his usual pragmatism. Different upbringing. 

Things Blackspark has called Gravescratch:

gravescratch:

bettsplendens:

  • Lighthouse face
  • Gyroscope head
  • Spirit of every greyhound ever
  • Nightmare cheetah
  • Jumbo bowl of danger noodles
  • Annoyed linguine 
  • Scourge of the underworld’s zebras
  • Acid-trip lamppost
  • Extremely lanky potato
  • French bread loaf
  • Slenderman’s weird cousin
  • That weird scratching noise outside at night
  • Spookiness
  • Land barracuda
  • Greyhound ninja
  • IDK but he’s weird
  • The physical embodiment of the “no” stare
  • A cat’s sass in physical form
  • Escaped garbage disposal
  • Discount paper shredder
  • Be-legged python
  • Disembodied irritated stare
  • Three raccoons in a trenchcoat
  • Father of all raccoons
  • Sassbucket
  • Five and a half underweight hellhounds
  • Like seventeen hairless cats
  • Approximately 115 mutated piranha
  • Under-bed monster
  • Closet noisemaker
  • Bypasser of evolution
  • Evoker of WTFs
  • Heck if I know
  • Genius
  • Luv
  • Best friend
  • Probably literal soulmate
  • Son of a stovepipe
  • Santa Claus’ assistant for houses with small chimneys
  • Secretly an eel
  • Pikefish on stilts
  • A large bundle of shadows and eyeballs
  • Bony scarf
  • Animated rebar
  • Assemblage of splinters
  • Escaped eel collection
  • The world’s boniest fire hose
  • Security system for vampires
  • Sasscoon
  • Breadstick
  • Twisty lighthouse
  • Fuzzy dinosaur
  • *spooky noises and wiggly finger gestures* 
  • Spring-loaded ambush predator
  • The ideal rabbit trap
  • Unknown quantity of spiders
  • Eater of everything
  • Melted greyhound
  • “The result of leaving a panther in the sun ‘till it melted. On Halloween. Must’ve been a really hot year.” 

Things Blackspark has called Gravescratch:

  • Lighthouse face
  • Gyroscope head
  • Spirit of every greyhound ever
  • Nightmare cheetah
  • Jumbo bowl of danger noodles
  • Annoyed linguine 
  • Scourge of the underworld’s zebras
  • Acid-trip lamppost
  • Extremely lanky potato
  • French bread loaf
  • Slenderman’s weird cousin
  • That weird scratching noise outside at night
  • Spookiness
  • Land barracuda
  • Greyhound ninja
  • IDK but he’s weird
  • The physical embodiment of the “no” stare
  • A cat’s sass in physical form
  • Escaped garbage disposal
  • Discount paper shredder
  • Be-legged python
  • Disembodied irritated stare
  • Three raccoons in a trenchcoat
  • Father of all raccoons
  • Sassbucket
  • Five and a half underweight hellhounds
  • Like seventeen hairless cats
  • Approximately 115 mutated piranha
  • Under-bed monster
  • Closet noisemaker
  • Bypasser of evolution
  • Evoker of WTFs
  • Heck if I know
  • Genius
  • Luv
  • Best friend
  • Probably literal soulmate

I still can’t believe Gravescratch friggin’ ate the bell. Bett, your son is out of control. Also, voring people is not how you make friends. Someone needs to explain that to him.

Gravescratch didn’t particularly want to go to the trouble of walking smoothly enough to not jangle the bell, and he certainly can’t be expected to spend the day with a noise-making object near his audials. What else is he supposed to do with a bell? Besides, it probably tasted good.

And I don’t think he’s ever vored anybody. He isn’t large enough to swallow most sapient beings whole, he makes a point of never swallowing things alive because that would be cruel and potentially dangerous, and he doesn’t kill sapient beings for food. 

(Now, if someone is dead for other reasons, he’ll certainly eat them, but that’s a different thing entirely than vore.)

Batter Up

fortheloveofsinkind:

This was not how sex usually went for The Batter. People who got a look at his equipment usually wanted to try it out, and- well, he generally ended up topping, for one reason or another.

But the creature he’d ended up propositioning tonight had made a very inviting offer,  enough that he’d decided to give it a try, and he was not regretting his decision.

The position he’d taken was one he usually saw others in, but it earned him an appreciative growl and a long, slow lick up the full length of his spine, his partner panting against the scruff of his neck as he was mounted. And the frustratingly long foreplay suddenly made much more sense as he felt the tips of his partner’s twin shafts press against him, but the first careful thrust had slid easily, and-

At first, he’d been snarling every few thrusts, a wordless challenge to the lanky thing holding him down. Was there even enough power in those skinny hips to give him what he wanted here? But, well-

Turned out it wasn’t a question of core strength so much as leg strength. Which his partner had in abundance.

Which explained what he was doing here, bent over a desk, panting softly as he was railed by something with seven eyes, four arms, and a wonderfully long tongue- and enough flexibility to put said tongue against the small of his back while fucking him. Not what he was used to, but Hell yes. The Batter’s clawed hands tightened around the opposite edge of the deck and he hissed up at his partner, pushing back hard against Gravescratch, and stifled a moan as he was pushed back down. There were probably going to be bruises across the fronts of his thighs after this, but it was worth it.

A long tongue with a split tip ran up his back, then sharp teeth nipped at the back of his neck and his partner snarled down at him, panting hot air against the scruff of his neck. Four sets of claws dug into his skin from two hands wrapped around his ribcage and two locked onto his hips, and a particularly hard thrust drew a shaky growl of pleasure from him, plus an attempt to push himself back into his partner again.

A low, breathy chuckle hit his ears, and the jaws on the back of his neck released long enough for their owner to purr “not so cocky now, hmm?” down at him, grinding firmly into him and hitting some very nice spots. And he really didn’t have the coherence to answer that- but he tried anyway, opening his mouth to respond, and just… got stuck. Mouth hanging open, tongue lolling, fangs bared in the closest thing he could manage to defiance. The effect was entirely outweighed by the sounds he kept making, though, growls that were more like moans every time Gravescratch hit a good spot. Which was often, given how fast he was thrusting, and he was not going to last long if this pace was kept up. Not that he minded.

A pause gave The Batter enough time to push himself up a bit and glance over his shoulder, watching in confusion as his partner contorted to place one clawed foot against his hip. That shifted the lanky thing’s twin shafts rather nicely inside him, but the positioning was a bit odd, so what-

And then Gravescratch started thrusting again, hard, trading speed for power at an angle that was very strange but felt-

–oh-

All four of his eyes opened very, very wide, and The Batter’s back arched in pleasure, a shaky cry escaping him, then he shuddered and hissed softly as clawed hands cupped his face. His partner’s friend. Presumptuous. But the odd white eyes were nice, the cocky grin was promising, and it was very hard to feel even slightly indignant with two very nice dicks stuffed up his ass.

Especially not as Gravescratch shifted his hips and hit the perfect spot, drawing a cry of pleasure from him, and all four sets of claws dragged against his skin-

The Batter came undone with an unearthly shriek, lanky frame shuddering, claws putting long gouges in the wood of the desk.

Gravescratch held on for just a few moments longer, for one,, two, three thrusts, then bit down on the back of The Batter’s neck and came, keening  quietly in pleasure as the two small knots at the bases of his shafts expanded. Not enough to be a considerable additional stretch, but enough to hold him in place as long as he made no real effort to pull out.

Blackspark grinned at the shocked-slash-pleased look on The Batter’s face, then purred gently, one hand sliding back to ease Gravescratch’s teeth off their handsome find’s neck. “Oh, look at you…” he murmured, taking in The Batter’s expression, and not even pretending not to be turned on by that particular face. Eyes wide and rolled back slightly, mouth open slightly, tonguetip lolling out, too blissful to be cocky any more. Perfect picture. “You like those knots, hm? Good way t’ stretch you out a li’l bit more. An’ you’re gonna need it, ‘cos I’m getting’ my turn wi’ you soon as he can pull out, an’… hm. What d’you think? S’pose you can take th’ both of us a’ once?”

…how was he supposed to respond to that?

The Batter blinked a couple of times, shifting slightly and pulling his claws out of the desk, and found his answer as he felt Gravescratch shift in him.

 Teeth clicking together as he shut his mouth, The Batter took a deep breath and pushed himself up off the desk with both hands, getting his face as close to Blackspark’s as he could with Gravescratch still buried in his ass.

“Game on.”