Age -- 19
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This blog was made for Transformers reblogs and possible fics of my own. I can't have it all taking space in my other blogs
Bout to travel out of state and on a boat for a week for first over decade. Super nervous, but know will have lots of fun. My cat, Kaiju, totally suspects my upcoming long absence. He has stalked, blocked, and laid on me or suitcase all day.
I couldn't help think a lot of mechs in Soft AU would be doing same, if their caretakers went on vacation without them. Ultra Magnus be flipping out being out of routine, Megatron gnawing laundry, Rodimus moping on the lobby's floor. XD
Hope your travels have been fun and silly~☆
Awww! 💕 I’m having fun. Universal apparently has Blokees now, grabbed a Popcorn bucket Oppy. Did not buy the horrifying Oppy mug, though. Poor guy has seen some shit.
Soft AU- Abandonment
Rodimus x Reader
• “Really?” You groan as you drag your cart into the wash stall. Because your grown-ass, assigned alien is just face down on the ground in your stall. Like a giant toddler throwing a tantrum. “I was only gone three days,” you mutter as you let go of the cart and start mixing soap in a bucket. And his head turns to stare at you. Alien robots shouldn’t be able to do puppy dog eyes, but he’s got it down pat. Not that you’re going to let him guilt you about using the vacation time you’d earned.
• “I’d have gone with you. I could have drove you,” he complains. Because while he’s glad you’d gone to do something fun, he is offended that you didn’t tell him. Or invite him. Had walked into his stall and found a very nervous stranger who’d ran away when he’d growled ‘no’ at them for trying to wash him. ‘I flew,’ You mumble and he weaponizes the look you use on him so often. ‘You’re too big to go with me,’ you add, sounding exasperated as you gesture at him. ‘You don’t exactly blend in.’ Frowning at that, he clears his vents and focuses. Attention dividing as his holomatter avatar glitches into existence behind you.
• Turning, you swear and drop your bottle of soap, dancing backwards when it bursts on the concrete. Because there’s some weird looking guy standing behind you, making the same face Rodimus is. Wait, is this him, too? Reaching out, your fingers poke through the thing before it solidifies some to make your skin crawl as you yank your fingers back. “Why do you look like a himbo Marty McFly?” You ask, thoroughly unnerved by whatever this is. ‘You didn’t even ask if I wanted to go with you. I did. I would have,’ he adds as you stare at him.
• “I can look human,” he adds, arms out so you can see his avatar and your brow furrows. ‘It’s-no. Could you turn it off? It’s kind of freaking me out,’ you say, gesturing at his avatar to make him frown. “What’s wrong with it?” And your mouth opens and closes. ‘It’s freaky,’ you mumble and when he reaches for your arm, you back up. “This is an iconic look,” he mutters as you just make a face at him. ‘Is it, though?’ You ask, running your hands over your arms. And you back away when he reaches for you again. Like you seriously think his avatar is creepy.
• “The point is, I can pass for human. You could have taken me with you. Or at least asked,” he insists as you eye the avatar and feel goosebumps lift along your arms. And he holds his arms out like he wants a hug, walking your way as you back away. Because your skin is crawling, some ancient instinct screaming that that’s not human. ‘Yeah, no, that thing isn’t fooling anyone,’ you mumble, trying to avoid giving him a hug. ‘If it touches me, I might scream,’ you warn him.
Hey Boo, love your work. Just entered 3 writing contests and now, while I wait I am feeling a bit burnt out. I was hoping we could get some TC reactions to being a writer xxx
Nice! It’s been a long time since I’ve done any of those, but the ones that offer feedback are definitely worth it. Coffee has been acquired, but I keep looking at the sign for Party Fowl and it’s boozy slushies because it’s right there at my gate 🤣
After AU- Frustrated
Thundercracker x Reader
• Smiling as your boyfriend groans loudly, your head turns where you’ve got it laid in his lap while he leans against the armrest of the reinforced couch and writes. “Everything okay?” You ask and his optics flick to you, his wings sliding against the back of the couch as he frowns. ‘Yeah, just struggling with a scene. It’s just, it feels stilted,’ he mutters and you wiggle fully onto your back to look up at him better.
• Clearing his vents and shrugging when you lift your eyebrows at him, he gestures with the datapad. “Okay, so I need this guy to do something. But it’s something he wouldn’t do. Something out of character,” he mutters, getting distracted when you reach up and touch his servos, lazily playing with his hand. ‘So he needs a damn good kick in the pants to motivate him?’ You say and he almost laughs. ‘You could always kill off another minor character that he was attached to. That’s a good motivator, especially if it was because of something he didn’t do or could have prevented.’
• Trying to not laugh at the look of horror on his face, you tug at one of his servos. “You know they’re not real, right? Sometimes you have to kill off your imaginary friends for the sake of the plot,” you say and he looks like you just kicked his puppy. ‘I know that,’ he mutters. But It’s obvious that he doesn’t like the idea. “Okay, okay. Maybe use the threat of killing a character off? Someone’s in mortal danger and only your guy can save them?” You try and his frown deepens as he stares at his datapad. ‘That might work,’ he mutters.
• “No, because then I can’t use the other character in act three,” he murmurs, smiling crookedly when you laugh. “No, see, I’ve got this whole tragic backstory for them. He’s really the main character’s long lost brother and shares the same rare, magic ability with him, so together they finally overcome evil and-” Faltering at the look on your face, he huffs through his vents. “What?” He asks and you are laughing at him now.
• “I thought this one was scifi?” You ask and he bops you gently in the head with his datapad. ‘Scifi can have magic,’ he mutters. “Well, yeah, but have you ever noticed that fantasy can’t really have scifi elements or it’s just scifi? Kind of a double standard.” And he’s frowning again, mouth opening and then closing before he bops you again as you grin at him. “Okay, okay. Lay it out for me where you are so far in the story. Give me the cliff-notes version and maybe we can figure out how to motivate your guy without murdering one of your darlings.”
Finally got university housing! I was so worried I wouldn't get anything so late in the year, but me and my roommate almost passed out from heat exhaustion touring the campus 😭. We're drinking plenty of water and electrolytes don't worry :)
May I request a continuation of the Metroplex and Ratchet fic? (link is the last part) Thanks Revel! Stay ɔool in these heatwaves.
Yikes! Definitely take the heat seriously, but congrats on getting housing on campus and that’s a cute pupper!
I Can Feel You Pt 28
Metroplex x Reader
• Drowsing, you’re sweating from the heat radiating off the drones as you stretch and push up slightly, blankets sliding off of you. And you can’t get his words out of your head. The way he’d said them, making it a promise. Know he’s probably aware of you as you slide out from between two of his drones and pad barefoot through the massive labyrinth of his interior, the steady pulse of his spark drawing you like a magnet. Doubt there’s anywhere you could go where he wouldn’t follow you and it’s reassuring that he’s always there.
• Makes you remember how it had felt to swim through his ancient being as his memories washed over you like a tide. Unbothered that you’re naked, you know it doesn’t matter. That you’re his like he’s yours and it’s so strange to feel no embarrassment, no shame. Have you ever felt so comfortable in your own skin? Wandering through his interior, you reach out to glide your fingertips against a wall. Knowing that even if you get lost, he’ll find you. Moving restlessly through him, you still find it amazing that he’d found you at all. Seen you. Especially when you’re so tiny compared to him.
• Where are you going? You’re on the move and his awareness narrows in on you. Letting you explore, but watching over you and he wonders if a part of you resents that. Because no matter what you do or where you go inside him, he knows. He’s watching. Does that bother you? Feeling your fingertips brushing against him, he wonders if you have a destination in mind or if you’re just restless. Understands that at least. Been trapped in his altmode so long that he feels like he’s forgotten what his bot mode looks like. Like this is all he’s ever been. Sometimes he dreams of transforming and walking away. Going wherever he wants even though he knows he can’t. That there are Cybertronians calling his altmode home. That need him and this is a burden he can carry even if he’s conflicted now. Even if he wants more.
• Feeling the faint thrum spilling into you from his warm interior, you follow the low pulsing of his biolights threading through the walls. Sometimes he cycles them to lead you in a certain direction, but right now he’s letting you explore. Is it strange for him to love someone so much smaller than he is? Someone whose life is a blink in the span of his own? And his words nag at you. That he’d follow you. Why had he said it like that? Feel like there’s something you’re missing, but you can’t quite figure out what.
• Tracking you as you walk, he knows this isn’t fair to you. That he’s being greedy. That by bonding you, even if you chose it, he’s shackled you to him. Loves you. Can’t imagine not having you here with him to break his loneliness, but also can’t stop hurting for you. Will you eventually regret your decision over time? Grow weary of being trapped with him? Wants to pretend you won’t. That you’ll stay happy, keep smiling, but can anyone really smile in a cage? His own frame is his, but now, it’s yours, too. And he’d still bonded you even knowing that because even if you do grow to hate him eventually, at least he wouldn’t be alone. Making him want to give you a sparkling even more so you never feel alone. Has the drones and can interact with you that way, but it’s not the same and he knows it.
I present you my Ratchet under a lamp because he looks beautiful under the lighting. If you have some parts in stock, can we get another one for True Romance? After the last one, I feel like they're about to enter worse angst territory 🥲
Aww the doc!
True Romance Pt 25
Elite Trine x Reader
• Grimacing as you lean to grab your blanket and wrap it around yourself, you’re turning your back on him. Shunning him like he hurt your feelings. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he insists and you inhale slowly. ‘Then how did you mean it?’ You counter, sounding annoyed with him. “I was protecting you,” he growls. ‘Maybe I didn’t need saving,’ you mutter and he glances at Skywarp, seeing his trine mate smirking. How is this his fault? Wings lifting aggressively, he pushes away.
• Keeping his head down, Thundercracker vents softly. Doesn’t want to get involved, but he knows Star well enough to know the other mech won’t back down. That he can’t help himself. “You’re not eating your food,” he murmurs. “Do you want something else?” And your expression softens when you look up at him, forcing a smile. Hates the tension stretching between you and Star. Leaves him anxious and needing to help even though he doesn’t want to get in the middle.
• Inhaling slowly as you look at him not Star, you make yourself smile at Thundercracker. “No, it’s fine,” you mumble, fidgeting with the paper bag. Hating that he hurt you when you knew you were so different from them. Knew despite the similarities, the differences were greater. Had thought they saw you as a person, not a thing to play with until they get bored, though. And what then? When they decide you’re no longer fun, will they just abandon you on the side of the road somewhere to find your own way?
• Taking a bitter satisfaction in watching you ignore Star, Skywarp hesitates when he notices your expression. Wings flicking, he knows it’s not his problem. You’re upset with Star, not him. So why does it bother him? Groaning as he lets his head fall back, he walks over and sprawls on the berth to curl an arm around you and drag you closer. Pressing his face against you, he vents. “Ignore him, he’ll die before he admits he fragged up.”
• Wings flaring angrily, Starscream’s jaw works as he stares at Skywarp pressing his face against you. Again. Meeting your eyes, the hurt in them echoes through him to make his spark ache, but then you’re turning away. Ignoring him. Staring at you as you murmur something to Skywarp too low to catch, your hand is on the other Seeker’s head. Why is he bad guy when he was just trying to keep you from getting hurt? Turning to glare at Thundercracker, the other mech pointedly avoids his optics. Taking Skywarp’s side. Why can’t anyone ever be on his side? Why is he always alone?
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If you see more typos than normal, no you don’t 🤣 I forgot Nashville bars don’t play and there was more vodka in my breakfast booze than anticipated. It doesn’t help that there’s another bar selling boozy slushies right beside my gate and I’m here way too early
can we get a part 2 for needy unicron, please? i can't be the only one who wants a piece of him 🤭
Sure 🤣 🔞 MDNI Mass displaced mech 🌶️
Clingy Pt 2
Unicron x Reader
• Trembling as clawed hands touch you almost reverently, his Terrorcons are crowding you. Venting and rumbling brokenly around you. “You’re everything,” you whisper, unsure of his mood. Aware that he’s mercurial at best and you wonder what he wants. What he’s thinking. Breath hitching when one of his ruined monsters kneels to skim its mouth against your inner thigh, you feel another mouth press against your side over your ribs and you wonder if you’re about to experience his hunger first hand. If he’ll use his drones to eat you alive, to tear you apart.
• You’re so warm. Your skin soft and yielding. Fragile. “And you’re mine, little herald,” he growls, his Terrorcons caressing you. Can feel through them, but it’s muted by how ruined they are. Imperfect things that were created only to serve a purpose, completely different from you. Though creating your kind had been an accident he’d been unaware of. His drones lift you and he wills them to carry you deeper inside him. Every adjustment he’s made to them has been to learn. To figure out how to create something new. Something more alive.
• Unresisting as the swarm carries you into a part of his massive body that you’ve never seen, you’re sweating as the temperature begins to climb. Are you near his core? And the Terrorcons are holding you up, lifting you toward the wall and you tense when it moves. Shifting. A form pulling free to stagger toward you. But this isn’t another terrorcon. Know it on a visceral level as the optics open and his low, rumbling voice sinks into you. “Surrender to me,” Unicron demands, hand reaching out and you stare up at his face, at the wires and cables trailing from this body back into the wall like umbilical cords. Realizing that he made this thing just to touch you. And this is his real face, this is him in a way the drones aren’t.
• Rumbling all around you as you lay a small hand in his palm, his terrorcons crowd you, hands lifting you higher. Closer to him as his spike stirs. “I’m already yours,” you whisper as hands press the softness of your body against his own. That need to create is his antithesis as it hums through him, poisoning him like your scent. Head lowering to meet your eyes, you inhale shakily when one of his Terrorcons slides its head between your thighs to put its mouth on you. And his own mouth presses against your shoulder as you tremble. His Terrorcons’s hands slide against you, tilting you back, supporting your body as he steps between your spread thighs, spike releasing to pressurize. Studying the obscenity of you, he wonders if this is Primus’s influence. If his brother thought you might mellow him, take the edge off his hunger.
• Heart racing as you realize you’re not on the dinner menu, hands and mouths are all over you, the ruined Terrorcons leaving smears of tainted energon on your bare skin as they position you like an offering. And you groan when you feel him rock against you, the blunt head of his spike stroking against you and the slick beading at the head making a mess on your inner thighs before he’s stretching you and you hear and feel the thunderous sound of his rumbling all around you. Toes curling when his hips pump, his optics stare down at you, lips slightly parted as his terrorcons shift restlessly under and around you, holding you in place for him as he claims you.
Hope all is good! I wanna show a pic of my neighbors cat who likes to hang out in the bunk house.
Fur bab!
Soft AU- Care? Pt 2
Megatron x Reader
• Looking up when something bounces off your head, you check to see if it’s an acorn or sweetgum ball off whatever kind of tree it is you’d decided to hide from the heat under. And your stomach drops with a familiar dread when you spot your assigned pain in the ass leaning on the wall behind the tree with a metal tin in his hand. As you scowl at him, he deliberately reaches in to pinch whatever’s inside before flicking it at you. Flinching as tiny objects bounce off of you, your mind blanks when you realize he’s pelting you with candied popcorn. “Why?” You demand, at a loss. Not that you ever know what’s going on in that alien head of his anyway, but this is new.
• “I’m feeding you,” he growls, pinching more of the tiny human food bits and flicking them at you as your mouth opens and then closes. ‘What is wrong with you?’ You ask, sounding exasperated with him. Frowning, he leans over the wall to tilt the container enticingly toward you. You hadn’t liked your cold treat he’d tried to feed you and you’d been furious with him when he’d accidentally crushed the tube in his hand to get it all over your face, neck, and in your hair. Had thought maybe you’d prefer a different kind of treat.
• Eyeing the popcorn then him, he just smiles and makes that low rumbling sound of his that makes your heart beat faster. “Why would you think this would work?” Does he think you regularly eat random stuff off the ground? Or maybe Cybertronians do? He’s wiggling the container at you as you just stare. What is his fixation with feeding you? After last time, you’re pretty sure if you refuse, he’s going to run you down. Again. “You’re weird, my man,” you mutter reaching slowly to grab a fistful of popcorn and eating some of it. “Seriously, you need help, because this,” you say gesturing with your handful of popcorn, “this isn’t normal.”
• Your man? Does that mean you’ve decided finally? That you want him as your conjunx? “I’m not a man,” he growls watching you eat food he provided. Though, technically, he’d harassed and terrorized another human into acquiring this for him. But he has it, offered it, and you’d accepted. ‘That’s for sure,’ you agree, chewing as he tilts the container for you to grab more. ‘You didn’t seriously think I’d eat popcorn off the ground, right?’ Shoulders lifting in a shrug, he tries not to smile when you just stare at him. ‘So do you think I’m like a duck in a pond that you need to throw food at or something? What’s up with the feeding thing?’
• He’s just frowning to make you guess he might not know what a duck is. But he’s acting like an old guy sitting on a park bench throwing food to ducks. Except weirder and definitely unsettling. “I’m feeding you,” he repeats, tone rougher and you eye him. You’re positive that you’re missing some critical and annoying alien behavior tell right now that’s going to come back and bite you, but you can’t figure out what it might be. ‘Why are you feeding me?’ You prompt and he just flashes his denta with a growl. But he’s not grabbing you, instead he shakes the tin of popcorn and you think of cat owners shaking treat boxes in the commercials. Are you his alien cat? Is that it? He thinks you’re a stray he’s trying to win over?
Gmornin! Hope you're doing well! Can I please request Bulkhead? Specifically tfp? I feel like he doesn't get any love at all and I think the dude just has so much love to give. Seems like a huge teddy bear and id love to give him a smooch 🥰
Sure!
Vocabulary
TFP Bulkhead x Reader
• You’re right there. All he has to do is walk over there. Talk to you. Venting softly as you laugh at something one of the other resident humans says, he rumbles to himself. Because this shouldn’t be so hard. He’s a Wrecker. An Autobot. All he has to do is walk over. Ask if you want to get out of here. Go somewhere with him. You’re still smiling when your head turns, eyes meeting his optics like you could feel his stare and his knees feel weak. Watching you touch the other person’s arm, before you’re walking his way.
• Head tipping back to look up at your massive guardian, he crouches slightly and reaches for you. But stops short of actually touching you. And you know him well enough that you’re used to this. To him thinking he needs permission to touch you every single time. Reaching out to grip one of his massive, blunt servos, you tug. “Let’s go do something,” you say and his optics widen. ‘Right now? I mean, sure,’ he agrees, looking around. And you know he’s checking to see what time it is, finding the sad, dollar store clock one of the other human residents had duct taped to the catwalk out of frustration.
• “We can be back before school lets out,” you add and he smiles sheepishly. “Or we could pick up Miko together?” You ask and he hesitates. Wants you and his charge to get along. Be friends. ‘You don’t mind?’ He asks, knowing he’ll still go pickup Miko after school regardless. That he can’t disappoint her and leave her waiting for him. “Why would I? You’re a good dad,” you say, letting go of his servo and striding away. Servos flexing and missing the feel of your hands on him, he follows. Dad?
• Glancing over your shoulder at him as he frowns slightly, you give in to the urge to mess with him. “Plus, DILFs are hot,” you say knowing he won’t get the human term. That a lot of what you and the other humans say doesn’t translate and only confuses the Autobots. ‘And that’s a good thing?’ He asks and you wonder what’s confusing him the most, the acronym or saying he’s hot. “It is,” you confirm without explaining anything. ‘I thought cool was the good one, though?’ He mutters and you’re fighting the urge to laugh.
• “You can be cool and hot at the same time,” you reassure him over your shoulder as you step through the hologram into the oppressive desert heat and he’s more confused than ever as he follows. Has the sense that you’re teasing him, but he can’t figure out the joke. Fowler uses weird acronyms occasionally, but he’s not sure if that’s what DILF is or if it’s just a term he’s not encountered. He’s almost certain humans just make things up as they go a lot of the time, too. ‘You’re not going to explain DILF to me, are you?’ He asks tiredly and you laugh, the sound spilling into him to leave him warm. “No and don’t ask the kids unless you want to traumatize them,” you say. ‘But you just said it was a good thing,’ he mumbles, mystified as he transforms and opens his door for you to climb in.
Today is officially my birthday! I'm now 37 years of age!
Though it's a shame I can't do much for it this year due to the hot weather. It's gonna be over 100 in LA this weekend :(
If you have the time, do you think I can request something with the Protectobots or Cosmos?
Stay safe and stay hydrated.
Happy birthday! And that’s far too hot
Soft
Cosmos x Reader
• Spark nervously thrumming, he looks around and tries to not get overwhelmed. Just so used to being alone all the time. Resigned to it. And now there are people everywhere. Other Cybertronians and these fragile looking, tiny organic aliens. Servos flexing, he watches a group of them hurrying by close to a wall and one smiles up at him, waving. Hand hesitantly lifting, he waves back feeling more lost than ever. Spends so much time by himself, that he’s not sure that he knows how to socialize anymore.
• Trying to not gawk at the wave of new arrivals, you wonder why they just keep showing up. If the aliens already on earth are phoning home to tell their buddies how awesome Earth is. Had taken the job because you were curious about the Cybertronians, but you can’t help but also be nervous about them. They’re too big, too strange, and it makes you jittery. It has to be awkward washing these guys. Not just for the caretakers but for them. Has to be. They’ve got an alien crawling all over them trying to get into nooks and crannies and you’ve got the uncomfortable experience of giving a stranger a sponge bath. So what’s the appeal here?
• Anxiety climbing, he tries to watch where he’s walking, because these little humans have no fear. Just darting across the base streets in front of mechs like it’s never occurred to them that they might accidentally get stepped on. Clutching his hands together to try and self soothe, he rumbles. Had been excited about not being so isolated. Had been looking forward to it, but now he’s just nervous. What if he was stationed in space alone because he’s annoying and no one wanted to be around him? What if he doesn’t know what to say? What if he can’t stop talking?
• Glancing at your dossier on your phone, you study your assigned mech. Can’t really tell much with the visor and mask. All it says is his name and faction, so it’s not particularly helpful. Yours at least doesn’t come with a list of warnings, though. One of the caretakers who’d gone through training with you had shown you theirs and it was nothing but warnings. Skin prickling as your neck cranes, you scan alien faces and try not to meet their optics because apparently some of them get confused. And grabby.
• “Cosmos?” Turning and looking down, one of the natives is smiling up at him. “You’re Cosmos, right? I’m here to take care of you,” You’re saying as he clutches his hands together to resist the urge to reach for you. What’s he supposed to say? Should say something. You’ve chosen him. Want to court him as a potential conjunx if the rumors are true. If he says the wrong thing, you might walk away. Say something. Anything. ‘Did you know that space is completely silent? That you can just scream and scream and no one would hear?’ He blurts and your smile goes funny. “What?” You ask. ‘What?’ He echoes weakly, embarrassed.
They’ve started releasing the haunted houses for this year…
In the 15 minutes it took me to eat dinner I got 3 tornado warnings
So freaking awesome… I don’t have a basement
Can I request literally any Brainstorm? I miss my husband
Yikes, I know exactly what that’s like…
Soft AU- Curious
Brainstorm x Reader
• Stretching as you walk through your dorm apartment, you’re not entirely sure what woke you up early. Trying to work a kink out of your back, you grab the curtains for the balcony window and pull them back. And stare. Because yeah, that’s probably what woke you. Just your assigned mech standing there with some kind of weird goggles on his head and a datapad. Eyes narrowing as he pushes them up onto his head and his optics give you a once over and linger on the shorts you sleep in, you grab the curtains and pull them closed again.
• Venting as he reaches to tap the glass of your balcony door, he pulls his new infrared goggles back down to track your heat signature moving through your space. Ignoring him as you head deeper into the building and it’s hard to tell exactly what you’re doing in there. Tapping more insistently, he watches you moving around. Going about what he assumes is your normal morning routine, but he needs more data. Needs to see what you’re doing.
• Groaning as he taps harder, your shoulders hunch. Can’t you at least have some caffeine first? Apparently not, because he’s rattling the glass now with his tapping. Stomping back to the balcony and yanking the curtains open, his goggles go up again and his attention lands on your shorts. Scowling you unlock the door and push it open. “You’re going to break the glass doing that,” you accuse. What is his fascination with your sleep shorts? ‘Can I come in?’ He asks and your sleepy brain wonders if he’s like a vampire. If he needs permission to enter your home. “Why?”
• Why are you so surly? Maybe humans are irritable upon waking? Lifting his datapad, he makes a note about possible aggression in the morning. “I’m trying to create a file for your species to submit to the registry and I’d like to be thorough,” he murmurs as he covertly angles the datapad to get an image of you in those strange coverings. “I’ve been tracking your heat signature through the walls, but it’s hard to see what you’re actually doing,” he adds and your expression blanks. ‘You’re spying on me?’
• “I’m making a documentary. Your species is a complete unknown and unstudied,” he says, doodling his weird glyphs on his alien tablet. “Would you say you’re always hostile in the morning or is there a factor influencing that behavior?” Do you have anything handy you can throw at him? Casting about and coming up empty, you rake your fingers through your hair. ‘There might be a factor influencing it and if he doesn’t leave right now, I’m going to find stuff to throw at him,’ you growl as he angles his datapad toward you as your eyes narrow. Is he taking pictures of you?
Hello, and have a good day. If possible, could you write a story about Senator Shockwave? The last story was about Reader not wanting to return to her own world, and I'm very curious about what happens next. Also, if you were to list your favorite Transformers characters, which ones would they be? I apologize for my poor English; it's not my native language.
Sure! My favorites? Wheeljack, Soundwave, Megatron, and Deathsaurus 🔞 MDNI ⚠️ angst
Warm- TWiYtC Pt 3
Senator Shockwave x Reader
• Frozen as you hide your face against the mesh of his neck, his spark constricts. Did you just say what he thought you did? What he wanted to hear? Needed? Pushing up slightly, your eyes are dark with heat and achingly uncertain as you meet his optics. “I want to stay,” you repeat, a tear sliding along your cheek into your hair. And you’re crying, the sound twisting through him as stares at you.
• Feel his spike leave a wet smear on your inner thigh when he pulls out and he’s easing down on his side, arms gathering you close as you cry. Unable to stop now that it’s started. Because when you think of going home, of never seeing him again, it hurts worse than anything you’ve ever felt. Making you realize that at some point, you’d fallen in love with him. And watching him work so hard to get you home because it’s what you’d wanted only to change your mind had felt wrong. Especially when you weren’t entirely sure how he felt about you. Sure, the two of you have been intimate over and over, but sex isn’t the same as love.
• Hand cupping the back of your head, the sounds you make tear him wide open. “I don’t want you to go,” he admits raggedly, mouth brushing your cheek and the side of your nose, tasting the salt on your skin, and you look up and meet his optics. Had thought it would be too selfish to admit that to you. You’d wanted to return home and it’s in his power to try to help you. Had chosen your happiness over his own while trying not to think about what would come next. About the day you’d leave him and he’d have nothing.
• Breath hitching raggedly as you touch his face and his mouth brushes your palm, you know you’re a mess. Can’t stop crying because the idea of losing this, losing him, terrifies you. “If you stay, you’ll never see your people again. Your world,” he says, low voice rougher than you’ve ever heard it. ‘You’re my world,’ you whisper, embarrassed at the words even as you say them, but they’re true. “You’re mine,” he growls, the possessiveness in his voice thrumming through you.
• It’s like something’s breaking open inside him and it hurts. Moving to cover you again, you make a breathless sound as he claims you. And that disconnect has the world blurring at the edges. “Stay,” he groans, arms curling around you. Trying to hold himself, and you, together. Body moving against yours, he can feel the wetness of your tears on his plating, his mesh as the confusion spreads. This happened. You wanted to stay. You stayed. What happened after, though? Did this happen? Isn’t sure anymore. It keeps changing.
• His mind shies away from him when he tries to remember. The memories slipping away, shifting to become something new. It was real, though. Even if it changes every time he tries to remember. You’re real. But you’re not you. Will never be you. Antenna flicking as he moves against you, your head is thrown back and it’s jarring when he reaches to touch you and there’s a cannon there instead of an arm. Movements faltering, your eyes open and you say his name worriedly. The same voice. You, but not. But he’s not him, either. Not anymore.
Hello, and have a good day. If possible, could you write a story about Senator Shockwave? The last story was about Reader not wanting to return to her own world, and I'm very curious about what happens next. Also, if you were to list your favorite Transformers characters, which ones would they be? I apologize for my poor English; it's not my native language.
Sure! My favorites? Wheeljack, Soundwave, Megatron, and Deathsaurus 🔞 MDNI ⚠️ angst
Warm- TWiYtC Pt 3
Senator Shockwave x Reader
• Frozen as you hide your face against the mesh of his neck, his spark constricts. Did you just say what he thought you did? What he wanted to hear? Needed? Pushing up slightly, your eyes are dark with heat and achingly uncertain as you meet his optics. “I want to stay,” you repeat, a tear sliding along your cheek into your hair. And you’re crying, the sound twisting through him as stares at you.
• Feel his spike leave a wet smear on your inner thigh when he pulls out and he’s easing down on his side, arms gathering you close as you cry. Unable to stop now that it’s started. Because when you think of going home, of never seeing him again, it hurts worse than anything you’ve ever felt. Making you realize that at some point, you’d fallen in love with him. And watching him work so hard to get you home because it’s what you’d wanted only to change your mind had felt wrong. Especially when you weren’t entirely sure how he felt about you. Sure, the two of you have been intimate over and over, but sex isn’t the same as love.
• Hand cupping the back of your head, the sounds you make tear him wide open. “I don’t want you to go,” he admits raggedly, mouth brushing your cheek and the side of your nose, tasting the salt on your skin, and you look up and meet his optics. Had thought it would be too selfish to admit that to you. You’d wanted to return home and it’s in his power to try to help you. Had chosen your happiness over his own while trying not to think about what would come next. About the day you’d leave him and he’d have nothing.
• Breath hitching raggedly as you touch his face and his mouth brushes your palm, you know you’re a mess. Can’t stop crying because the idea of losing this, losing him, terrifies you. “If you stay, you’ll never see your people again. Your world,” he says, low voice rougher than you’ve ever heard it. ‘You’re my world,’ you whisper, embarrassed at the words even as you say them, but they’re true. “You’re mine,” he growls, the possessiveness in his voice thrumming through you.
• It’s like something’s breaking open inside him and it hurts. Moving to cover you again, you make a breathless sound as he claims you. And that disconnect has the world blurring at the edges. “Stay,” he groans, arms curling around you. Trying to hold himself, and you, together. Body moving against yours, he can feel the wetness of your tears on his plating, his mesh as the confusion spreads. This happened. You wanted to stay. You stayed. What happened after, though? Did this happen? Isn’t sure anymore. It keeps changing.
• His mind shies away from him when he tries to remember. The memories slipping away, shifting to become something new. It was real, though. Even if it changes every time he tries to remember. You’re real. But you’re not you. Will never be you. Antenna flicking as he moves against you, your head is thrown back and it’s jarring when he reaches to touch you and there’s a cannon there instead of an arm. Movements faltering, your eyes open and you say his name worriedly. The same voice. You, but not. But he’s not him, either. Not anymore.
Idk if you're reading WBE but it's so funny to me that Soundwave is a shitty dad.
🤣 I haven’t read it, but the poor cassettes
After AU- Protective Pt 2
Soundwave x Reader
• Heart pounding, you hadn’t realized that he could move like that. Lightning fast and so silently that you’d not even noticed that he’d pushed away from the wall. And his plating is still lifted to make you think of a cat with its fur on end as those cables of his move restlessly. Just watching the frat boys picking themselves up, bleeding and one of them howling that his arm is broken as they limp for the door yelling threats and slurs. Hear your boss growl ‘for fuck’s sake’ from his office door as he leans out to survey the damage and the urge to laugh lifts through you.
• Turning only when the nuisances are through the door, you’re still standing on the bar staring at him with wide eyes and regret has him approaching slowly. Trying to not frighten you any more than he already has. Don’t you know that he’d never harm you? Can hear his boss yelling about the damages. About not having to explain not to maim people to human bouncers. But his attention is on you as he tries not to startle you, reaching out his hands for you. Asking as his head tilts. Cables restlessly snaking to right chairs and tables behind him, he waits, servos flexing.
• He’s cleaning up without even looking at what he’s doing to make your skin prickle. And you can’t look away from his visored face as he just stands there, hands out like he wants to lift you down from the bar but isn’t sure if you’ll allow it. Inhaling shakily as your boss throws a fit, you step closer and his hands close gently on your waist, long servos overlapping even with him mass displaced. Doesn’t he realize he’s probably going to get fired for this? Or does he think he’s got some leeway since he’s not human? Maybe he doesn’t even care.
• Carefully lifting you off the bar, your hands grip his and this is the first time you’ve ever touched him. That he’s touched you. Trying to not tremble at the feel of your field prickling him, his plating heats and he just wants more. “You can put me down now,” you say, voice soft and he wants you to keep talking to him. Wants to hear you say his name. Taking a step back, he pulls you closer to him instead, head tilting down as he notices the flecks and striations of color in your strange eyes.
• Chest brushing his chassis as he holds you against himself, you think you catch the ghostly hint of optics behind the visor, but you’re not sure. Unable to look away as you register the faint thrum of his internal systems sinking into you when you’d thought he was silent as a ghost. What’s he doing? What’s he thinking? Can’t get a read on him at all as his head slowly tilts to the side, servos flexing on you. “Wait, are you two fucking?” Your boss asks mid-rant as you snap out of it, mortified. ‘What?’ You blurt as your alien coworker flashes you a damn heart emoji.
Hello Revel! (*´∇｀)ﾉ Hope all is well. Recently I went to statcare (didn't get any tests, and was only there for less than 30 minutes) and to my astonishment was given a lovely bill of close to $800. ( ´;ﾟ;∀;ﾟ;)
How do you suppose any of the medic bots would treat their human who absolutely refuses to go to an actual doctor for anything? Thank you!! (*´∀人)
Oh, holy crow… I’d be so upset
Care
TFP Knockout x Reader
• “I’ve told you. I don’t know anything about how your squishy body works,” he growls as you just lift your brows at him, refusing to blink or look away. “You need a human medic for whatever that is.” Why are you just making an uncomfortable amount of optic contact? It’s a tiny bit unsettling. “You’re oozing. What am I supposed to do about that?” He demands, plating ruffling slightly when you cough.
• “You’re a doctor,” you counter and he throws up his hands before splaying a hand on his chassis. ‘I’m a medic. I work on Cybertronians,’ he growls. And it might be the fever, but you can’t look away from his hands. Those long servos and their sharp tips oddly fascinating. Beautiful really. “Do you have any idea how much it costs to get medical care?” You ask with a frown. “Plus, I’m sure you can figure this out.”
• Venting angrily as he runs his palm over his helm, he shakes his head. “I don’t want to figure it out. Humans are messy. No offense,” he mutters, optic twitching slightly as you hack. “Actually full offense meant. Whatever that is, it’s disgusting.” And you’re laughing until you groan and clutch your head to make him grimace. Servos flexing, he’s torn between the urge to hold you, comfort you, and the need to be far away while you’re doing that. Was that a bubble?
• “Just do your alien magic and fake me a prescription for antibiotics,” you mumble, reaching for your box of kleenex and when you look up, his plating is all fluffed up and his mouth is open. You’ve never seen him make that face before, but you’re pretty sure it’s abject horror. “Can I have a hug? I don’t feel good,” you say, loudly blowing your nose and unable to resist screwing with the prickly medic.
• Hand transforming into his medical saw in threat against his will, he shudders. “If you touch me while you’re oozing Primus knows what, I can’t be held accountable for my actions,” he threatens. Because normally, you’re not too bad for a squishy, weird alien. Actually one of his favorite people besides himself. Right now, though? You’re a walking, talking quarantine zone of horrifying, alien bodily fluids. ‘You’re a shitty doctor and a shittier boyfriend,’ you grumble as he clears his vents. “Be glad I’m not trapping you in a box until you’re less offensive,” he growls. “What kind of antibiotics?” He asks, annoyed with himself and you when you smile. And that’s definitely a mucus bubble. Primus, help him, he’ll set everything on fire if you touch him.
What if the human caretakers were given power washers, thinking it would be easier to wash their bots but the bots in question are misunderstanding this as punishment.
So they are questioning themselves what did they do wrong.
Also this could be a great way to to punish bots who manhandles their caretaker.
Oh, dear
Soft AU- Punishment
Megatron x Reader
• “What is that?” Looking up as you drag the pressure washer over and connect the hose, his optics are narrowed when you meet them. ‘That is because you keep doing this,’ you say, pulling the top half of your coveralls down so he can see the bruises from his last round of aggressively love mauling you. According to HR, it’s cuteness aggression. You don’t care what they call it, but you don’t exactly like being his chew toy. And he rumbles, actually smirking and looking obnoxiously satisfied that he’d left a giant, alien hickey on you.
• “I prefer the feel of your hands all over me,” he growls and you make a face. ‘Yeah, well, tough. This is your punishment for being grabby,’ you mutter and he rumbles in amusement. “So it’s alright when you touch me, but not when I return the favor?” He asks, voice dipping as he watches you carrying over a bucket of soapy water and a telescoping wash brush. Plating lifting aggressively, his optics narrow. Maybe you’re trying to manipulate him. Threatening to take away your lovely hands-on sessions because you want something and think you’ve got leverage.
• “I’m still washing you,” you mutter, not liking the way his rumbling is getting rougher. Almost angry sounding. And it would figure if HR finally gives you a way to deal with him being handsy with something that’s going to end up with you having to run from him when he gets mad enough. “With this,” you add, lifting the sprayer and pointing it at him and his growling definitely gets louder in warning. ‘And if I refuse?’ Tense as you fidget with the pressure washer, you eye him as he stares you down. “You might like it.”
• “I won’t,” he snarls as your little fingers flex. You wouldn’t dare. Not after he told you no. Why aren’t you making your demands? Trying to negotiate for whatever you’re after? Maybe you’ve decided he’s taking too long to decide to claim you as his? Twitching when you spray him down, he bares his denta. And you’re ignoring him, sweeping the high pressure spray over his frame. Grunting when you get his inner thigh, he shudders when the spray caresses his modesty plating.
• And he found a way to make it freaking weird. What is he doing? Making a face when his hips flex and lift, horror spills through you. Wait. Is he getting off to this? Hurriedly sweeping the spray up his chassis when he groans, your face heats. Of course, he is. Damn aliens. Mortified, you look anywhere but at his face as his optics slowly open and he leans down to use a servo to nudge the sprayer head back down, his big frame shuddering as his denta sink into his bottom lip. Yep. It’s weird now. Shoulders hunching, you drop the sprayer and turn to walk away. “Where are you going, pet? Weren’t you punishing me?” He calls after you.
Hi revel. You can ignore this if you want to, but i felt the need to send it. How are you doing? I've seen a bunch of requests where people either complain to you or trauma dump some heavy stuff on you. I just wanted to check and see how you are doing. Again, ignore this if im overstepping or anything
Nah, you’re fine- and I’m alright. I know sometimes it can be hard to vent/talk to family or people in real life about stuff you’re going through, so I don’t mind. I think a lot of folks just need to feel heard and seen, and I like that they see this as a safe space to do that.
I got unpacked just so I can repack. I’m leaving after work Thursday, but at least it’s an hour and a half drive to the airport this time and not three.
Prize Pt 11
Gladiator Megatron x Reader
• “And where would they follow me?” He growls carefully, aware that this conversation is enough to cost him everything. That this mech might be trying to trap him, to use his own words to condemn him. There’s no way for this mech to know that he’s dreamed of rallying his people. That if they all stood together, those in power would have to listen. And if they wouldn’t, he’d make them. Servos flexing against you as he cups you to his chassis, his optics narrow. ‘I think they’d follow you to the Pit and back,’ the stranger says, gesturing and the blue mech behind him holds out the container.
• Perking up when the blue mech hands over the box to your alien, you lean as he reaches to take it. And you’re distracted by the stuff in the container as you look inside. Because, yeah, that’s your underwear. Your clothes. There are also grocery store bags of stuff in there, too and it slowly cones back to you. That you’d been driving home from the store at night. Remember being tired, fingers gripping the wheel, but everything else past that moment is a haze. Something had happened. You’d been taken. Ended up here as a prize. Slumping against his hand, you try to remember what had happened in between, but it’s like there’s a mental wall there that you can’t get past.
• “I’m no one,” he mutters, frowning down at you as you chirp and reach into the container to pick up a strange looking cloth object. ‘You dare to stand up and defy the senate.’ The other mech studies him, optics glinting and it’s an effort to keep his plating from aggressively flaring. ‘Toward Peace?’ The mech adds, smiling wickedly and he stiffens. ‘I’ve read your work and it’s absolutely treasonous. It’s like you’re trying to incite an uprising.’ Hand protectively cradling you to his chassis, the servos of his free hand curl into a fist as he appraises them both, meeting the visored optics of the other mech. Weighing if he could take them both down unarmed and injured. “Only a fool would speak out against the senate,” he mutters softly, the words angry.
• Even not understanding their alien nonsense, you can tell that your protector isn’t happy without whatever’s being said. He’s frowning severely as his servos stroke your back like he’s soothing himself with you. Aware of the blue one with the visor staring at you, you’re pointedly pulling your shirt on over your head before leaning to snag your underwear. And now all three aliens are curiously watching you trying to squirm into your underwear in your mech’s hand. Should be mortified, but after every other indignity you’ve suffered, this is nothing. Chin lifting defiantly as you stare down the strangers, you rest your cheek against your mech’s chassis.
• “Are you aware that there’s growing unrest? That the working classes are beginning to ask questions? It’s like something has galvanized them,” the mech adds and he clears his vents. ‘Who are you?’ He demands and the mech smiles. “An opportunist. Unlike those old fools in power, I can see the future coming and I don’t intend to get left behind by it.” Rumbling, he looks down at you and you’re watching him, cheek against his chassis. “I want us to be friends. Just think about my offer. You’d have access to all my connections, my resources. Together, we could reshape this world to make it better.”
We decided on TF themes for this year’s foals. The one above is Seeker (didn’t wanna do anything too on the nose like TC or Star’s name lol). He’s an absolute mama’s boy but thinks he’s hot shit at the same time. 🤣
These pics are from when he was a newborn but he’s 4 months old now and shedding and all moldy looking. 😂
Anyway, enjoy this baby Seeker!
Awww, look at him go! 💕
Domestic Pt 2
Seeker Trine x Reader
• Head lifting sleepily at a warbling hiss, you feel a little ped kick you in the head and you’re pushing upright with a yawn as the twins roll and kick at each other. Staring blearily as your daughter screams, Star is jolting upright, wings flared and tense like he’s looking for threats. “It’s not daylight, yet. They’re your kids before the sun is up,” you mumble tiredly as you crawl across him to squirm between TC and Warp. And Skywarp wraps his arms around you, spooning you as Thundercracker rumbles tiredly, servos fisting in your sleep shirt.
• Disgruntled as he frowns at you, Starscream stretches out on his side and carefully separates the sparklings. Relaxing as he listens to their warbling, he offers his son a servo and smiles when the little seeker mouths at his hand, peds kicking. And his daughter is crawling shakily up to press her face against the mesh of his neck with a chirp. Feeling her wiggle as close as possible to his warmth, his spark aches. Had never imagined he’d have this. That his trine would take a shared conjunx. Have sparklings.
• Mouthing your neck, Skywarp vents when you lazily reach back to push his face away. Tucking you closer, he uses his peds to push himself and you away from Thundercracker and the other mech rumbles softly, optics barely opening to watch him. “Go to sleep,” you groan as his hands go wandering, squeezing and cupping warm skin. Unable to get over how soft you are. That you’re theirs. ‘Cybertronians don’t sleep,’ he mutters, denta gripping your shoulder as he tries to get a hand under your clothes and you groan his name.
• Pushing upright to lean and find your pillows, Thundercracker grabs your thigh to pull you away from Warp, shoving pillows between you and the other seeker as you laugh. “Behave,” he growls, staring down Skywarp as the other mech flops dramatically on his back, an arm across his face. ‘Hey, some of us take our part in saving the Cybertronian race seriously,’ Skywarp mutters as you keep laughing and Starscream reaches back without looking and almost smacks him in the face, trying to shush them all.
• Relaxing into your blankets again, you snort when you feel Skywarp pulling your blanket his way. Hearing him and Thundercracker growling at each other in Cybertronian before Star hisses something at them and one of the sparklings starts mewling hungrily. Hiding your face in a pillow as Thundercracker mutters that he has it and gets up to fix their energon, Skywarp immediately starts dragging you back toward his frame, tossing the pillows out of the way to reach you as he wraps his arms around you.
Greeting Revelboo, hope you are having a blast on vacation.
I'm curious if Red Alert (in his Soft- Care fic) is going to dunk the poor Reader in disinfectant, put them in an empty Energon cube and toss meds and food in, attempt to comfort them but has to take many 'panic breaks' away from the germ-ridden Reader, or surprises the Reader and/or himself?
He probably wants to. Badly
Soft AU- Care Pt 2
Red Alert x Reader
• How quickly do Earth germs spread? Maybe they just stay on whatever they come into contact with? Shuddering when you make that explosive noise again and wipe at your nose with a corner of the blanket, he’s struggling to not just drop you. To forget all about taking care of you, because you’re making it so hard. Was going to take you to his habsuite, but now he’s changing direction. Heading for the wash stalls. Needs to at least get some of the germs off of you so you don’t spread your pestilence. Who knows what your alien germs might do to him?
• Realizing where he’s carrying you, you’re struggling in his grip. “Are you serious right now? I’m not washing you,” you groan and he shoots you a nervous look. Before mass shifting to scare you and grabbing you while you’re still cocooned in the blanket to march you toward the emergency shower in a corner while holding you out at arm’s length. “Red? Don’t you dare. Don’t do it. Red?” Sputtering in outrage when he fumbles the water on, you struggle to get an arm free as he holds you under the spray. Kicking and swearing, you start coughing again.
• You look mad. Angrier than he’d thought you’d look as you scowl up at him. Setting you on your feet, he has to pin you with a hand against the back of the stall when you try to dart around him to escape. Rumbling unhappily, because you’re grabbing at his arm, he produces a human cleanser from subspace. And you’re screeching at him when he pops the lid and dumps it on you, trying to kill as many germs as possible as you fight him washing you.
• Smacking at him as he soaps you up and manhandles you under the spray, you finally give up. Because this is apparently happening. Glaring up at him as he scrubs your hair, skin, and clothes, he’s looking everywhere but at you and you realize that your comfortable, thin lounge clothes go a bit sheer when wet. Sneezing and trying to wipe your nose, you sputter when he pushes your head under the spray while apologizing. And he’s finally turning the water off as you stand there shivering and miserable. “You realize, I’m going to punish you for this, right?” You rasp as he frowns.
• “For giving you a bath?” He asks, producing a spray bottle of disinfectant from subspace and your eyes narrow. ‘If you mace me with that, I’ll crawl inside you and rip your wiring out with my teeth,’ you threaten as he catches your hands and sprays down your palms while trying to decide how serious you are about that threat. Because you look disconcertingly earnest right now. ‘There’s something very wrong with you,’ you add and he almost smiles. Do you think he doesn’t know that? That he’s not heard that his whole life? Tugging the blanket away to let it drop since you were oozing on it, he scoops you up while trying to ignore the way your coverings are clinging. “To be fair, I’ve never really taken care of anyone else before,” he mutters. Or wanted to. And you do that awful, explosive, alien thing again, the spray landing on his neck as his jaw clenches.
