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Finally having the sense of making a pinned post. For newcomers onto my blog and for those wondering about what the requirements for a request. (Plus a Masterlist)
Announcements or Voting: NEW TRANSFORMERS VOTE
Fandoms that I write for:
Reverse: 1999
Honkai: Star Rail
Mononoke (2007 series and the 2024, 2025 movies)
Vampire Hunter D
Transformers: TF:P, G1 (1984), and TFO
Small bits of PokĂŠmon (Only for N, those other characters ainât getting ANY-)
What I will do:
NSFW
AU requests
Oneshots
Yandere (platonic or romantic)
Minor x minor (ONLY IF PLATONIC OR SLIGHTLY ATTRACTED, Nsfw of minor characters are strictly prohibited)
Fluff
Headcannons
Drabbles
Slight gore
What I will NOT do:
Writing NSFW of minor characters (even if they are 18, makes me uncomfortable, at best the 18 year old characters get romantic Headcannons NO NSFW)
Writing disgusting kinks (Piss or scat kind of kinks)
Predatory relationships (Student x Teacher, college grad x old characters, etc.)
Essentially this, I will not write for any characters that SOUND, ACT, OR THINK like a CHILD, even if they are old age, I donât like that, donât mess with me about it.
Another note, please be patient and do not make a fuss if youâre request is rejected, rejected requests often stem from lack of understanding, the age of the characters (even if they are 18), or if I flat out just donât want to do them.
The characterâs age has to be at LEAST 20 years old.
Alr, newcomers and regular patrons of the parlor, a new transformers vote is here! And in a shocking move, I am providing 6 options! And instead of one winner, I will do the three options that have the highest votes! Or if the votes are low, Iâll do a wheelspin in case.
Now letâs get into the options!
1. Yan! SG! Starscream x human!Reader x Yan! OG! Starscream
2. Yan! Sea monster! Optimus Prime x Human Trainer! Afab! Reader (smut)
3.Yan! Rung x Afab! Actress reader
4. Yan! Predaking x Human! Reader
5. Yan! The Lost Light crew x Yuren! Reader
6. Special Option! Yan! G1 Wheeljack x reader x Yan! TF:P Wheeljack
Check out the links below to see various concepts about the options if curious! â â â
Concepts for 1, 2, and 3
Concept and fic for Yuren reader
Concept for 4
Anyways, happy voting and Iâll see yall soon hehehheheh
Top 6 choices do you want to see?
Yan! SG! Starscream x human!Reader x Yan! OG! Starscream
Yan! Sea monster! Optimus Prime x Human Trainer! Afab! Reader (smut)
ok hear me out on a reader thatâs lowkey more insane (read: smarter) than Yandere Lorentz butterfly (man do I love that trope where the reader is lowkey better than the character hehehehe)
Literal Kira and L type shih- I love this concept so much HEHEEHHE-
I imagine Reader either very shameless or smart enough to realize/understand that Lorentz Butterfly pretty much has an ego, what any smart person doesnât? But in her case she enjoys playing god essentially, holding the power of life and death and total domination and control.
And Reader is smart, that being you have to be the total antithesis to her calculations and predictions by going off the batshit insane, enjoy the thrill and leave and go.
While I canât exactly be a genius or get into the mind of one, I could say that Lorentz Butterfly already know this, itâs like an endless stream of âI know that you knowâ type of situationship.
Honestly the type to go on a date, reader is doing everything that they can to dissuade Lorentz from trying to manipulate or take you, all the while Lorentz knows the damn game sheâs basically trying to tire you out to see your real face.
Reader all the meanwhile ends up flipping the table and asking for the check while Lorentz is still sitting and just staring at you, takeout is the go to second option I guess.
Transformers|Random thoughts & headcannons| (small bit of Yan! Transformers)
TW: suggestive to NSFW, unhinged thoughts, ramblings, and some continuities switched around (TF:P, MTMTE, The lost light, and more!)
Enjoy the ramblings of one odd macron
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Imagine the concept of Transformers seeing how people idolize certain vehicles, important example? Trains.
Imagine Astrotrain and a lot of train transformers having a massive ego stroke because they see a lot of humans taking pictures of train models, thereâs a dedicated community in various parts of the world where a lot of these fanbases meet up and they pride themselves on knowing a lot about different train models. Along with trains used to being seen as the fastest, like Astrotrain is so smug when he hears about humans idealizing trains as the forefront symbol of speed.
Same goes for jets since people enjoy aerial displays, it makes me wonder if Starscream or thundercracker/any flier type transformer feel like they are being hit on whenever a jet comes swooshing by fast or doing aerial displays. Starscream totally sneaking into one of these showcase events to show off lol.
Transformers seeing races on tv or when trying to intercept the autobots/decepticonsâ signals to spy on them and itâs like the equivalent of horse races to them, only that they yell at the screen like itâs a football game, like I could imagine everyone groaning in disbelief/disappointment when their favorite comes in second or at worst come last, imagine a human comes by to visit the autobots only to see an argument about who shouldâve won only to see that they are arguing on the car and not the racer.
Monster truck rallies or types of races where various vehicles are racing each other in rural areas are kind of considered as battles or a dangerous kind of tournaments, not things to show to a minicon anytime soon.
Cybertronians with pastry chefs, they are bamboozled by the concept of humans shaping fuel, but the concept of dessert? A few Cybertronians are happy to see the process since to a lot of them itâs more an art, minicons or smaller cybertronians like to participate in baking since they see it as pretty awesome and bragging rights, itâs like their version of who gets shotgun in the seating, minicons argue on who gets to mix the batter or do frosting.
I just love to imagine Cybertronianâs having their minds blown away by a simple lava cake or just quietly watching and distracted by the process like jingling car keys, they just are very curious.
Car transformers in a drive-by zoo, like where usually a car enters through areas and they get to see different animals, itâs like walking through a park for them, some being so pumped to see a buffalo or an ostrich, though they have to have a human be the one to pay the entrance fee and feed the animals.
Events where cars have to don on a float, main example being Carnival in Brazil, a Cybertronian looking at the event and they are so jealous that the car gets to wear a colorful costume and carrying all those dancers, funny to think about a cybertronian in their alt form and they are so proud of themselves when they get into the parade, a massive ego stroke to be within the show. They brag about earth to their cybertronian buddies when they get back about how they were in the BIGGEST party on earth, one time one of the supervisors of the next Carnival is dumbfounded when they see a suspiciously large amount of cars.
Cybertronians being confused on languages, like look me in the eyes and tell me they all spoken English the first time they are on earth. Basically cybertronians speaking French because they thought it was the main language of the planet, only to realize that there are many different languages in many parts of the earth, it would be funny if cybertronians met with a couple others when they visit a region only to be hit with that areaâs main language, but soon enough the cybertronian either understand each other or the Cybertronian quickly translates to English since they do access the internet to learn more quickly than a human.
Optimus Prime once being mistaken for a fellow trucker, like Optimus driving in his alt mode only to be honked at by a truck driver and quickly realizing that the driver meant the honk as a playful or greeting, and Optimus honked back and Optimusâs day felt very better.
Wheeljack seeing a human kid playing with a chemistry set or a college student doing chemistry work, Wheeljack one time ended up being an outdoor professor to a class of college students. (He almost caused the lab to blow up-)
Cybertronians at night and seeing those tricked out cars, the neon lights and colorful cars and they get self conscious because they want neon lights!! Optimus having to deal with a few autobots trying to obtain these cosmetics.
Car wax that smell like human food, a couple of Cybertronians were confused by the concept of smelling like human fuel, what do you mean humans scent a cosmetic like fuel??
A couple of Cybertronians consider these types of cosmetics as like deodorant or the good smelling shampoo or body wash type stuff, some specifically get these types in the hopes their human darling gets attracted by it since itâs their favorite kind of smell, like strawberry or candied apple.
Retro futurism concepts, imagine a cybertronian looking at those kinds of vintage vehicles that pop with that vintage color and look and they are like âdamn thatâs classyâ, I imagine them looking at retro futurism as the kind of classy stuff for elites and attractiveness with the curves (aerodynamic designs are one of the main visual in retro futurism), I cackle at the thought of a cybertronian looking at a retro futurism design and just glaring because how dare you look better than me, going to their human darling all grumpy and possessive like, âpromise me you wonât drive anyone elseâ and you are just standing their dumbfounded.
Astrotrain looking at shows like Chugginton and Thomas and Friends (the older seasons), and Astrotrain just being a total reaction streamer like âHENRY NOOOO-â, or just cackling at Sir bottomhatâs name as âThe fat controllerâ
Starscream claiming heâs not letting a fleshy to control him, only to glare when his human darling is getting into another aircraft, it becomes personal if pilot! Darling gets into a jet (it isnât sentient), Starscream is beefing with that jet like a bird beefing with a bird plushie receiving their humanâs attention.
Autobots/cybertronians getting sparkfever from watching videos of human babies, like imagine an autobot looking at baby pictures of their human allies, only to see that they werenât born as a smaller version of themselves with a fully functioning consciousness, they look even squishierâŚ. And more dependent, suddenly they are looking at their human darling and pleading for them to get sparked.
Cybertronians having the equivalent of junk food in the form of human-made oil, like those types of oils from sunflowers, corn, coconut, avocado, olives, or even peanuts, grease could be considered but itâs more a lubricant to a cybertronian, cybertronians arguing about which flavor of oil is the best drink like itâs a damn monster energy drink.
A cybertronian coating an energon cube in oil for a better taste, boiling oil? A nice hot beverage for a mission out in the cold.
A cybertronian attending a museum of human history and then seeing car evolution and just speechless like âwoah⌠why are there no cars in this model anymore???â Imagine a cybertronian being pouty because the humans discontinued a car model that they wouldâve loved as their alt mode, like almost hysterical like a soap opera kind where they write a dramatic poem.
A cybertronian once accidentally intercepted a signal and the other members end up binge watching a sitcom in the 80âs like The Golden Girls/The Fresh Prince of Bel-air or a channel that is entirely set on older children shows like Mr. Rodgerâs neighborhood/Sesame Street/The Muppets/Bear in the big blue house/ ect.
(Cybertronians were panicking because they thought the group were in trouble only to arrive to see that the entire group was watching The Office)
The Decepticon that was spying in their channels ended up being distracted by this.
Cybertronians discovering quilts. Just a cybertronian making a huge quilt and they are giddy about going into stasis with this giant colorful jumble of clothes, itâs like a cape to them, or a flag.
Cybertronians watching human tv and some are watching sports and suddenly they are arguing like a fandom about their favorite contestant or like a bunch of Cybertronians watching it like itâs reality tv.
Mannequins are like cybertronian size dolls or at best they assume it to be human protoforms until they realize humans are organic, some cybertronians assume it to be like a punishment, a very brutal one to the point where they are shocked seeing them in clothing stores.
Cybertronian genitalia is not like human genitalia in terms of it being fully uncontrollable, as they both have the spike and valve, I do have this idea that Cybertronian genitalia can be vary in size and have to be simple as per their ability to transform, cybertronians donât really seem as interested in having sex as it more often times the sex is mostly breeding purposes or if depending on continuity, sex is not as often an important factor, but with a human, fortunately for a human Cybertronian genitalia being more simple can make it easier for a human to interact with.
Cybertronian genitalia vary a lot like female and male ports and cables within computers, I like to thing that cybertronians mostly interface by kinda having unique ports and cables that can move around for the point of an easy connection, and yeah it does resemble human genitalia and can be uncontrollable at times, cybertronians can actually independently control their genitalia since their ability to transform, to fold or outright change all of their limbs and systems, their genitalia have the same ability to fold and change in order for the Cybertronian to be in disguise.
Cybertronians find human sex fascinating, mostly from the art they create of it, there are times where they are pretty much a voyeur at times whenever seeing a relationship between two humans, I imagine that Cybertronians pretty much began implementing human practices into their sexual activity, so the concept is pretty new on Cybertron.
Optimus Prime likes bird watching, nature watching in general but he was informed about bird watching and so he made it a habit to watch birds, I can imagine him enjoying it and mostly looking at turkeys, I donât know why but Optimus Prime just seems to the type to be interested by turkeys.
Bumblebee saw actual bumblebees and so he made it a habit to try to lightly touch a bumblebee, he keeps a score of how many bumblebees he lightly tapped.
One cybertronian found the concept of a âbonsai tree careâ a fun new hobby to try, little did they knew that they had to care for a small tree, they confused it with growing a whole tree, they decided on just getting a lot of soil, a tree seed, and basically a dream as they gone back to Cybertron.
Hundred years later, when their human Darling heard about their hobby, they asked about it and the Cybertronian excitedly showed the tree and Darling ends up being baffled by the huge ass tree in the ship.
The Cybertronian accidentally caused a part of the large Cybertronian ship to be colonized by a giant fruit tree instead of pruning it.
Cooking up another couple of yan! Transformers ideas, I think five or seven so enjoy!
Yandere transformers concepts| Part 2
1. Battle mechs â Ok so itâs kinda based on some surface level knowledge of Neon Genesis Evangelion and Pacific Rim. I imagine Reader being embedded into a battle mech to essentially fight a war, against who or what is not important but I do like a good mystery so maybe a bit of plot of Reader trying to figure out their identity, either way they end up being a subject called âGaiaâ, due to how she was sent back in time her consciousness fused with the battle mech and it basically became caked with the earth and life growing over it that it gave the original mech a look of more golem-esque kind of look.
2. Sea monsters AU â based off the artwork of transformers as large mermech sea creatures, Reader is like a glorified sacrifice in training these monsters, mostly imagining them as sea serpents or krakens, basically all while trying to appease some business illegally trying to exploit them or a government spy project.
3. Shattered Glass! Starscream vs OG! Starscream â basically a headcannon fic about SG! Starscream desperate to have OGâs human! Darling since SG! Darling died during the conflict on earth, OG! Starscream is screeching in horror that his pining for his human has been interrupted by this welp.
4. Chronicles of a Human-turned-Cybertronian â Reader being Isekaiâd into MTMTE/The Lost Light comic continuity (donât know which to choose since they are comics I havenât done much research on yet), Reader being unhinged enough to flirt around as a joke, basically excited to be a large mech and messing around while unaware that their antics are actually causing a few to be flustered/obsessive. Just a reader with no shame since they are just happy to have fun and boost morale. Cybertronians falling for that human-empathy and flattering type charm.
5. Regigigas! Reader x Primus/Unicron concept â Depends on the continuity, whether unicron is from the TFP (being the earth himself) or a different continuity where he isnât, Regigigas! Reader is essentially the one that terraformed the continents, and also has a lot of the regis as their children/minicons.
6. Prime! Reader x Human!Optimus Prime â Historian/archivist Optimus prime meeting cybertronian reader and essentially Optimus Prime feeling a lot of things when Prime! Reader is the one caring for him when he is looking for them during their fight against the Decepticons.
7. Yan! Rung x Actress! Reader â Not the kind of actress, itâs more like Reader is in a very elaborate costume, like colorful makeup and act completely different, almost enigmatic, based off an interest I had in various Asian entertainment, the most prominent are performances from Peking Opera, Kabuki and Noh, Talchum, Kathakali, Khon. (Basically an appreciation concept for these various types of performances where they rely heavily on gestures, expressions, colorful elaborate clothing, and other unique elements!) I just really love these kinds of performances
Interaction is highly encouraged hope to hear any feedback or suggestions about these concepts! (ŕšâ˘Ěă â˘Ě)Ůâ§
Yuren reader gives soundwave a very shiny and well shaped rock as a gift of gratitude for his care.
Meanwhile, soundwave thought it's a mating gift from you.
(yes I'm referencing penguins)
Hehheeehhehe (Little did you know you activated my trap card to rant-!)
Yuren! Reader is basically pampered under Soundwave, and I mean pampered to the point where Reader could be hanging off of Soundwave like a parrot swinging off of a perch while he just seems to be fine with it as he is decrypting files and spying on Autobots.
Soundwave for the first time in a good while used the human internet to care for you and your bird features and habits, he actually knows too much about variety of birds that you once had a sizeable smooth rock near your nestâŚ. In a cornerâŚ. And safe to say that you were mortified by the realization that he had seen everything.
Many times, you had the freedom to fly around the Nemesis, but during your recovery, Soundwave had Lazerbeak carry you around, pretty much Lazerbeak bonded to you as well due to the minicon emulating Soundwave to the point where Lazerbeak at few times preens your feathers like Soundwave.
Soundwave isnât possessive- but there will be signs, like lurking whenever a Vehicon is holding you and suddenly they leave you alone after feeling a chill down their sparks.
Soundwave is the type to pet you with both his digits and tentacles, to ârewardâ you for a job well done, reader enjoys it genuinely at times since Soundwaveâs thin digits could scratch an itch or petting your feathers in such a way where you canât help but fluff up your feathers and wriggle your wings around in slight excitement.
There are times when the bird instincts take over, prime example being snatching shiny trinkets from Knock Out, Knock Out only tolerates it because all you snatch is something smaller than you or if itâs shiny, and also Soundwave more often than not returns it, if it is useful, plus Knock out likes that you have shiny colorful feathers.
Soundwave takes the time to feed you whenever it lines up with him finishing his tasks, not to your knowledge but Soundwave is slow in feeding you not because of how delicately he handles breaking fruit apart to get the exposed pieces for you to eat, but he silently enjoys how your head cranes up and your throat is exposed when you stretch up to eat out of his tentacles.
Soundwave compiled a lot of earth bird data, it was mostly about a variety of birds, mainly larger birds, synchronized courtship dances, the composition of sounds unique to a mated pair, even providing nesting material and food is considered a sign of courting. So you know he was doing his homework whenever retrieving soft material for your nest, even though you just want blankets and pillows but you made do with having a blanket of fresh hay every couple of weeks.
âwell until you decided to properly request some pillows and a heavy weighted blanket, that was the best sleep you had and you never ask how Soundwave retrieved the items.
Letâs just say Agent Fowler had to deal with the distress call about a tentacle monster late at night like a cryptid while within a mall.
Yuren! Reader has a lot of bird habits, their pride makes them hold a lot of them back but there has been slip ups, mostly being spooked causes them to let out a bird screech, being exhausted makes them have tiny weak chirps, and reader cawing whenever they are hurt or upset.
Yuren! Reader tries not to lean into the bird routine, but there are temptations, mainly annoying Starscream and cackling in a bird voice like an evilly mischievous macaw. Reader bitten Starscream one time and it was worth being called a beast.
Yuren! Reader hops around at times, mostly around Lazerbeak, I imagine Reader being more comfortable around Lazerbeak since the minicon is as serious as Soundwave yet not bigger to the point it is intimidating.
Reader once tried to leave the Nemesis, only to return shortly afterwards when you realized that you didnât have a normal life, you didnât have a home in a city to go to, so after that mindfuck, you returned to Soundwave when he was just about to send out Lazerbeak to track you down (Soundwave put the equivalent of a pet tracking chip somewhere within your body anywaysâ)
Reader wondered once if their voice could fully transfer back and forth from bird speak to human speech, to the delight and dismay of some Decepticons, you were making noises, mostly in the morning.
Reader avoids Megatron like the plague, literally just flees and goes behind Soundwave every time and always hides, during Megatronâs stay you never made a peep, only during Starscreamâs âreignâ that you chirped and sing in you bird language.
Actually, there are times where the Autobots spotted you, only in the skies where you try to hide your human features, though the kids noticed you and it was the first time the Autobots were introduced to the mythology of human/animal hybrids. Still up for debate in what you were since you stayed in the skies and knew better than to go straight to Soundwave.
During your outings with Soundwave, you were free to roam, that led you to retrieve shiny stones, especially when it is in caves, a peculiar favorite were some more intricately shiny shaped ones with patterns.
The time you brought a purple shiny stone that reminded you of Soundwave, and feeling like you needed to express gratitude for his care you presented the stone and in which his thin digits gently plucked the stone and kept it in his chassis while you assumed that he was busy but accepted your gift of appreciation.
Little did you know that it was the start of a huge misunderstanding that you had basically presented a courting gift to be Soundwaveâs conjunxed.
Actually the first time Knock Out ever seen Soundwave being polished.
Can you please do a platonic yandere sire tfp Megatron with an autobot daughter reader (so sorry if it's long)
So for context, Reader is Megatron's daughter and she is scared SHITLESS of her sire. Because she feels like she has to walk on eggshells and is being watched 24/7.
So when Megatron is on his sabbatical at the start of the series, Starscream made a plan to get rid of her by messing with her tracking device so Soundwave wouldn't be able to find her.
When Reader is in the middle of nowhere, she runs into the Autobots. Who despite being a decepticon, they can kind of tell that she's ashamed of the war her sire started and allow her to join them. And after awhile she was a lot happier than she had been in a long time.
When Megatron comes back and sees that his daughter is with the Autobots, he thinks she got brainwashed and orders for her 'rescue'. (The reunion is the most terrified she's been in YEARS)
(Bonus)
Megatron: y/n.
Reader: *turns to look at him*
Megatron: There you are. Hello, my Princess. You certainly gave everyone a scare. Their all just thrilled to have you returned safe and sound.
Reader: *scared* Sire, I-
Megatron: *puts a hand on her shoulder* As for this latest little game of yours. Thank the allspark it's finally over. Did you have fun? Did you get everything out of your system?
Reader: I-
Megatron: *hugs her* Good, good, everyone is so relieved. Welcome home, y/n.
My imagination of this lore got me thinking- (ngl this is ABSOLUTE cinema-)
So for starters, I would say that Megatron is the only one who refers to his child, even if you reached adulthood, he still refers to you as âyounglingâ- even though it is both humiliating and degrading for you but you keep your mouth shut since you didnât want to be at the receiving end of whatever Starscream is receiving from your gladiator turned warlord of a sire. Anyone else who calls you a youngling is forbidden and strictly so, no one even looks you in the eye because of assumptions.
The only one who seemed to properly respect you was Soundwave, even then he was Megatronâs biggest supporter so you know that he wasnât about to come to your defense for autonomy. Starscream, however conniving he was, he didnât dare to be speak about you whenever Megatron is in the room, he seemed to be one of the few that would actually speak to you with no lightened language.
I imagine that the strain Megatron was gone, you would be relieved to not be coddled and not to be forced into carrying out something you didnât want to do, that being fighting.
As for leadership, at first it was you as the acting lord of The Nemesis, and then you willingly gave that leadership to Starscream since he was the second-in-command, and also if anything gone wrong then you could just pin the blame on him, not your proudest moment and also because of one oversightâŚ.
Starscreamâs backstabbing habit.
In that moment where you were sent to oversee an energon mine, an explosion with a suspiciously empty cave occurred and you were left for dead, your communication was jammed, not even Soundwave could hear your pained messages and calls for help.
Somehow, in some way, a stroke of Primusâs pity was either bestowed on you when you managed to get out, surviving but barely, hauling your entire frame and barely pulling yourself together, it was more difficult to traverse without pulling yourself up and leaning against the big boulders and giant tree trunks as you traversed aimlessly, hoping to use the information you had left to find an abandoned ship to repair yourself or at least refuel your frame.
Yet you were already on the ground, just only a few paces to the entrance of an abandoned Decepticon ship, going offline didnât make you motivated, you were thinking that it was the penance you deserved for being unable to stop your Sire from being the ruthless warlord he was, for being online and related to the worst cybertronian within history.
Just then, a shadow looked over your dimmed optics, energon leaking out of your damaged hull.
The only thing keeping you awake, was apologizing, to beg for a chance to at least say your regrets, yet in the back of your neural circuits, you ultimately were aware that you deserved being left to rust.
Fortunately for you, in your blurry optics, you faintly recognize Optimus Prime looming over you, feeling the comfort of his servos cradling your wounded head, it wasnât patronizingâŚ
It was something that fulfilled a craving you didnât know you ever hoped for.
Your optics were closed by the gentle urge of his digits, you didnât know what happened, mostly aware that you were in stasis.
When you came out of stasis, you were met face to face with the planetâs natives, or more so three that were gaping at you, only one was looking excited to see you waking up from Ratchetâs medical space.
It wasnât easy proving to most of the Autobots that you had a sudden change of heart, but they could tell one thing that you had that set you apart from most of the DecepticonsâŚ.
You had shame whenever speaking of Megatron and his plans.
You didnât even argue in Megatronâs defense when he was slandered, you were just tired of hearing about Megatron in general.
And in due time you came to be trusted by the organics visiting you and the Autobots, you actually got to learn about the planet, about games âjunk foodâ, these tiny creatures having many activities that made you participate in collaboration.
And for the first time ever, you actually felt free from the stares you received, the isolation, the absence of something that your Sire could never replicate.
An actual⌠family⌠an earth concept that made your mechanical innards heat up in your chassis, a resonance in your spark.
That was until the day when you finally saw your Sire for the first time since his return.
â[Name]âŚ.â
It was during a supposed mission to take an energon mine from the Decepticons, and in that moment your entire frame stilled, your optics glowed with a mix of vibrancy that was painful for your circuits.
That was one voice you never wanted to hear again.
Your helm couldnât help but turn back, whether to confirm it or not, and when you looked back, that seemingly distant voice was heavily contradicted by how close your Sire was, that wasnât Optimusâs closeness, it was something twisted, perverted by this specter of darkness.
âThere you are. Hello, my youngling, you certainly gave everyone quite a scare⌠Theyâre all just thrilled to see you safe and sound.â Megatron spoke, the gravelly voice ever present with an underlying malice that had been gained by the years of war and leading with a ruthless iron fist.
This felt wrong, like a nightmare that was becoming all too real.
âsireââŚ. Sire Iââ You spoke, only stuttering that your voice box just seemed to glitch, had you been an organic, it wouldnât have been so far fetched to assume that you would have been sweating and throat choking up with tense muscles.
âAs for thisâŚ. Little game of yours⌠thank the Allspark itâs over. Did you have fun?âŚ. Did you get everything out of your system?âŚâ Megatron questioned, yet you could only stare back, even then his bright red optics almost felt like molten metal was seeping into the crevices of your helm.
ââŚI-â You began to speak, yet your choked reaction was swiftly interrupted by Megatronâs all too pleased crooning.
âGood⌠good.. everyone is so relievedâŚ.â Said Megatron, his servos quick to grab your own, yet his digits were digging into your mesh that you almost cried out for help only to realize that the Autobots were making a retreat.
Without youâŚ.
âWelcome home, [Name].â Megatron stated, all the while your optics only could stare at the last place where Optimus Prime stood.
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Yandere Lorentz Butterfly Headcannons
TW: Murder, psychological abuse, abuse of power, manipulation, heavy themes of manipulation, emotional manipulation
Enjoy the Headcannons
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Right off the bat, one of the most controlling Yanderes in terms of underlying subtle ways.
Lorentz Butterly doesnât show herself, Marguerite does.
Everything Marguerite does is to gather information, her obsession ticks her off in annoyance and yet amusement makes her even more obsessed in figuring out her darling.
And I do mean it when I saw nothing about your private life is âprivateâ to her.
Sheâs the type of yandere to be so obsessive that she keeps everything dated, in a chronological timeline, every splayed out detail is intentional, everything is about you and there is nothing that dissuades her from going down and dirty to do it.
Every minute counts, every fabricated encounter, every time where she leaves a body mangled or broken in a âsuicideâ, Marguerite is a nobody, at this moment you are never aware of her in general, she rarely is around, yet sparsely so that you equate her to the background.
Every day counts down to figuring out your equation, every single stroke of chalk on a board like setting variables in a graph, and every intention is on display in a seemingly all too masterful piece of art.
She takes her time with you, there were many ways where she wanted to torment you, mostly to chip away your resolve to be a shell, to be able to fit into the mold that she desired.
And as much amusement it brought her to think about your horror, your expression of hatred and cursing her out while you could do nothing but acknowledge that she held all of the chess pieces⌠she had no use for resistance.
She wanted absolute control.
Absolute authority over you.
And it became a fun game as much as an experiment for her.
People who got too close.
People who were unknown to you.
People who had easily malleable minds.
Simply put⌠just chess pieces to overcome and think 10 steps ahead, she prided herself on it, and that confidence was evident of her overkill performance in how she skillful she was at predicting people.
It just take minor changes, an adjustment, cold and calculated facts of the equation that equaled to betrayals in friendship, people fighting, irrational and selfish, and if they were smart enough to heed the catastrophic events around them whenever they were with you they could have saved themselves from a horrible fate.
It wasnât their fault. It was yours.
And by the time you received a letter from Lorentz ButterflyâŚ..?
You are beyond saving, you were already in the path of an incoming tornado, no warning was even there because of the storm blocking those warnings from reaching your ears.
Lorentz Butterfly, who just sits in her seat with a calculating yet smugly elegant grace.
When you see her face?
Her eyes held a fake light, they looked so empty, yet her smile seemed so genuine, at first glance, even the deepest of inspection couldnât ever see it, only a normal expression, it was like something hypnotic until you broke from the illusion of optimism to see it for what it really was.
It was just learned. Expertly learned to its minute detail.
Your expression makes her smile further, curled into a genuine delight, yet you donât know if it really was joy or sadism that was in that expression, you couldnât trust her, yet you need her when it torments you from being near her presence alone.
I am not even joking when I say that Marguerite would find amusement in breaking you along the way, she doesnât feel the same things as you, only annoyance, observation, and a new emotionâŚ.
Possession.
You are nothing but an accessory for her, anything she doesnât like is trained out of you, brought about by the psychological torment she inflicts upon you, mostly manipulating every variable as possible to make it seem like you yourself was the problem.
And that is pretty much how she works, she is so subtle in her manipulation that you seemed to be going crazy, like sanity was working against you, everything seemingly was against you other than Lorentz Butterfly, the ever so patient mentor of a loverâŚ.
psst.. may I request Charon x gn!reader mayhaps..? It could be anything and I'll be happy.. thank you...
(skedaddles away)
HMMM- okay I got you ââd( á )b
Care Package|Charon x GN! Reader
Maybe something random, or in some case did you realize after a while that Charon has a poor time remembering that while he may care for nothing, he more oftentimes than not gets pretty silent in a somewhat regret whenever he doesnât have anything to soothe the livingsâ pains or even their needs.
And so you made it a habit to pack in some rations and a small first aid kit whenever possible, packing it in a pouch within Andreasâs saddle.
And then soon enough you integrated it into your routine, getting either some canned goods and medicines to pack within Andreasâs saddle and bid Charon a goodbye.
Though you forgot to mention it, and it leads to Charon being confused on why there are canned food and medicines within Andreasâs saddle, almost legit wondering if Andreas was the one to do it, only to realize that the big horse couldnât even open the shelves much less enter a house without alerting everyone by the loud clomping.
Charon never mentions it, up until one day he decided to just stay around Andreas for a while, and then seeing you approached with a small package that seemed to have been hand wrappedâŚ.
ââŚ..â Charon was silent as he turned his head, clearly attentive yet curious almost, before realizing why he sensed the familiarity, the packages were from your efforts.
Right as you were about to greet Charon, by surprise, Charonâs hand hovered over the package in your arms, you only looked confused while Charon was very still, just body fully turned to you now and just taking a step forward like he was getting a very good look at the scene in front of him.
âWhatâs going on with you, Charon?â You asked with a confused expression, wondering what was the matter with the awakened Arcanist until he gently picked up the package from your hold.
ââŚ.I wasnât aware that it was you who was doing itâŚâ Charon admitted like it was a realization fresh from his mind, well to be fair it still was as he was taking in the fact that you had done this many times before while he never asked you for anything.
âOh!-⌠oh⌠my bad, I thought you knew.â You gasp, half amused yet with genuine surprise at the thought of Charon being baffled, though after a brief moment of thinking, it made sense, Charon was more an undertaking than aid.
âDanke, meine LiebeâŚ.â
A phrase you never thought Charon would say, maybe an acknowledgement or a simple nod, to hear his soft voice speaking with gratitude, it honestly made you feel all mushy on the inside.
Bird Care|Afab! Yuren! Reader x Yan! TF:P! Soundwave
TW: Toxic Relationships, Yandere themes, themes of possession, themes of stalking, suggestive themes, nudity
A/n: I may do a Ratchet version or maybe some the Lost Light crew version of Yuren! Reader but if this fic is well received or itâs requested
OG Yuren! Reader concept here!
Enjoy the fic
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It was fairly obvious a concept, being able to fly. As a bird? Yes it was as instinctive as breathing- but as a human with oversized talons and giant wings that canât even grasp a bag of chips?
Yeah- not simple when having a body that is not your original body.
At first it was a fright, then an exhilarating moment before the horrifying revelation came about when you saw other people and they screamed at the sight of you, seeing and dubbing you as some cryptid name-
Not like you stayed around for long when you saw what seemed to be a weapon.
Now you have been hiding out in the wilderness, scrounging for food and basically trying to find a hiding place to be safe from any weird government agency that might dissect you, imprison you, or treat you like some alien species.
That was until you saw an alien species, observed more like it while hiding away in the crevice of a mountain that was supposed to be your hiding place. It didnât take long for you to realize that you were somehow launched into a world of alien shapeshifting robots.
It was somehow worse since you almost had been crushed by one that didnât notice you, and you were thankful that you didnât incite the wrath of one vehicon that mistaken you for a human spy for the autobots- you didnât even know how to contact them since they were out in the outskirts somewhere, even then you didnât know how it would be possible to drop in and ask for a place amongst them since well-âŚ
They were visited by an FBI agent working with the PentagonâŚ.
All you really wanted, was food, shelter, someplace where it is remote, safe, to be able to actually practice flying and maneuvering around your bird legs- all you could successfully do was randomly grip into the ground and trip over, weak chirps leaving your throat instinctively.
For someone who admired bird mythology and feathered humanoids within tapestries of human history and culture, it felt insulting to the mythology of those beings when you act like a helpless duckling.
And now currently, you were standing over in a mountain, over a ledge, you looked down at your own body.
A smooth human chest, absent of human hairs, it still felt so wrong, like some furless rodent, the way you were slightly distracted by your own muscles tensing up and your nipples perking up made you quick to cover yourself with your large wings, puffing up your feathers, you looked down at the mountain and carefully scoot away from the ledge as fear struck you swift like a punishing backhand.
For all those flapping practicesâŚ. Those swift jumps and dives into lakes and large enough bodies of water to make a soft landing, the mock trials, at best you could glide a short distance, your body was light as a bird, and you have worked your bird legs so much that they ached and yet you perfectly control every sharp talon.
Your feathers flared up as a pensive expression was on your face, before confusion took over, wondering what it was that made you so paranoid this time.
These bird-like senses really made you absolutely believe that you were being watched at the most random times, you didnât like to think about it much since those times were when you either in a humiliating position in preening, trying to get your hair out of the way, even the shameful moments where you had someâŚ.
Urges to satisfy to say the leastâŚ.
A small bite to your lower lip as you glanced around, you stared back at the ledge, before looking away to take some deep breathes.
âThis is easy- just⌠fast flapping, tuck in bird feetâŚâ you started, looking at your wings as they twitched,â⌠and more flapping, easyâŚ.only it is just uhmâŚ. Bungee jumping! YeahâŚ.â
This wasnât bungee jumping.
Your wings fiddled around your head, feathers tickling your human skin, your cheeks twitched a bit from the tickling sensation as you tried to brush away your now long and messy hair from the tiring couple of months you had to endure before your body craned around, and then, the moment you have been waiting forâŚ.
Your wings began to spread out, the only repeating mental image in your mind was bird flying, the rapid thrum of their wing beats, the graceful ascent, wing brushing against the very fabric of the airâŚ.
The fresh air within the bounded atmosphere, the sound of wind whipping past and feel like everything unclaimed by humans before they created aircraft.
Your talons clicked against the stone, your wings raised, a deep short breathes before you began to run, just one foot in front of the other, imagining yourself with simple human arms again, up and down in strokes, imagining the possibility of feeling the world at your feathertips.
Panic short circuited your mind as you threw yourself off of the tall ledge, the burst of adrenaline made you flap your wings with the desperation of a chicken at the mercy of a butcher, wind whipping past your hair yet now into the descent back into the ground.
Yet in that folly you began to flap more desperate, working every muscle in your wings, your talons outward as your eyes clenched shut, you waited for the crash, the moment your face would be bleeding, yet nothing.
You cracked open your eyes immediately to see what was happening, you in the skies, flying, actually ascending into the sky, almost closer to the cloudsâŚ.
âWoahâŚ..â you gasped softly, eyes wide as you took in the above than the below, imagination ran wild with your memories of just seeing this in tv or from the safety of a passenger seat within an airplane.
But in this state? Just you and you alone achieving this level of success and having to do this all on your own? It was more exhilarating than exhausting.
Your eyes gazed down at the world below, much like the birds that looked down upon the world, the rush made you bold enough for a slight dive, changing position and folding your wings in a motion you noticed large birds of prey taking on, and in a swoop down, you passed through a small cloud and shivered as you quickly flapped your wings out wide to glide again, your tail feathers moving about before you had the sense to tuck in your talons.
And this was the start of a vice.
Flying didnât become just a necessity, once you felt like you conquered it, you felt immortal, nothing could touch you in the skies, you didnât have any device to track you, you didnât need to cover yourself with your wings when up in the sky, it felt so freeing, liberating enough that it became a habit to try out maneuvers; spinning, diving, swoops and circles, a mixture of all and daring moves that started from stones that were far apart to the trees.
It brought a smile to your face, the thrilling high, it was soaked up by your mind and brought you into a delusion of grandeur.
You forgotten about the Decepticons and the Autobots, you forgotten about the fact that you felt like something- someone was watching you.
And that wasnât some paranoia.
It was one day that you had discovered the someone watching you, at first you were bathing yourself in a lake, flapping your feathers to dry up as fast as you could before hearing a sort of buzzing sound, your feathers flared as your body was still, you couldnât pinpoint the noise, you were surrounded by trees, it wasnât the place to fly off.
It was like this was plannedâŚ.
ââŚ..â your breath stilled, your heartbeat felt still as you turned your head, first it was to your behind, your side, your other side, your frontâŚ.
Then you look upâŚ. And you see something, it was thin, yet the way it was shaped, it looked like some kind of drone, your eyes squinted until your bodyâs feathers flared up when you heard the unmistakably sound of a jet.
Oh noâŚ..
Your wet feathers went ignored as you instantly ducked into the forest, the trees were close together, not for any possible way of a jet to land, a drone could get tangled up and lost, that is what you thought. Your breath weak as you tried to catch your breath, yet your eyes were rapid in their turns and processing the information they were seeing.
In a moment of panic, you fled at the first rustle of somewhere nearby, your wings flapping desperately to take off, for something that wasnât even second-natured a few weeks back now like as desperate as gulping huge amounts of breath, your talons bouncing off of the ground in a back of forth like trying to not touch the floor as often as you could.
When at last you seem to be flying again, your eyes turned to look behind you only to see the drone now ascending out of the forest, the brush was like nothing but an object to move out of when it is no longer needed, it was efficient alright, and fast!
You didnât know what it was, whether it was a government sanctioned drone or something else, whatever it was, you knew that if the drone was following you, then the fact was clear enough that someone will come after the drone to you by extension.
Flying was now not just a thrill anymore- it was survival!
Swooping down and swerving around obstacles, not daring to make contact with the ground, in fact you were climbing higher into the sky, hoping the altitude would make the drone fall back.
But it kept pursuing, like no matter what you could do, you couldnât shake it off like a tick, it made you desperate to avoid the drone by any means necessary.
You simply let yourself go, a release of your wings and you began to slip past the clouds, falling from the sky and finally for a moment, you seemed to have lost the drone as you rolled mid-air and spread your wings to glide.
But it wasnât overâŚ
Far from it.
Your eyes turned heavy as you heart that buzzing sound again, you look back and there you see the drone, your ears were starting to hurt from the sounds the drone was emitting, the frequency was making you disoriented and yet with each time you seem to finally out maneuver the drone, it came back with a tenfold of determination.
You started to feel restless as those sounds were carrying on for hours, the pain in your brain just wanted it to end, your wings were trying hard to remain gliding in the air.
Eyes squinted in pain as you became aware that you were exhausting all of your maneuvers.
And soon enough, it took one wrong turn to have you crashing to the ground, thankfully not harmed that badly as your wings were caught by branches, yet only one remained unharmed while the other was broken, body caked with mud as a storm had started to hit hard with rain.
Your eyes squinted as rain drops descended on your broken form, pain shooting through your weak body as you tried to move, the buzzing sound came closeâŚ.
Your face fell back into the ground, torso expanding and thinning with each heavy breath, your hair splayed out in an unrefined mess, your form all indicative of the current pain and suffering you were experiencing. You heard the buzzing sound and hoping it would end or at least you could pass out to be spared the feel of further pain.
The last thing you saw was a bright light, and feeling almost weightlessâŚ. Like you were being carried into that light, the buzzing sound ceased yet your mind kept it ringing in your ears.
The next time you woke up, you found yourself in a bedding of hay and compiled amounts of branches and fur, like someone trying to make a nest or at least provide material for a bird nest.
âWhereâ!â You croaked out before tripping over yourself as you felt something heavy, leaning forward and crashing into the bounds of the nest, mostly cushioned by the soft security of the nest:
As your gaze looked behind you to see if anything was holding you back, you noticed the adornment of white, before noticing your own torso feeling covered, as you looked more clearly, your right wing was covering in a sort of weird mix of technology of human medical care, mostly bandages covering your torso yet sticking your right wing close to your torso like a cast.
Your other wing was still free, your talons werenât chained, nothing was holding you back, except for the problem of location, which was dark, a greyish purple that was metallicâŚ
It was clear enough that you were on some Decepticon stronghold- a ship maybe? You couldnât find out now, not when you were stuck in a room with a door that didnât exactly have a doorknob.
Yet as you picked yourself up, barely able to keep an upright position, the large high tech doors opened, parting to reveal a large lanky form that was still imposing to the eye.
Your survival instincts kicked in, your feathered featured flared out in a display of both fear and aggression, puffing out yet leaning against the was though to merge into it to avoid interacting with the large Decepticon.
Silence prevailed over the scene, the doors closed behind Soundwave as he took a step closer yet becoming still again.
You didnât trust it, to put it bluntly.
Your mind was fuzzy, as though familiarity was making you disoriented, yet you maintained a distance, moving along the wall until backed into the farthest corner possible in the large room, showing out your left wing while your right side was tucked in behind you.
Only your breathing could be heard, the anxious thumping of your heart as it was working hard to keep you alerted and awake, even if Soundwave was one of the more trustworthy- or the most creepiest amongst the Decepticon ranks, there was no way he was keeping you here for good intentionsâŚ..
Thump
Your eyes widened, staring at him, wondering the sound was a distraction, a trick for his tentacles to catch you and wrangle you inâŚ.
ââŚ.â Hesitantly, without saying a word, your eyes trailed downward till you looked at the floorâŚ
And there⌠right there, was a large chunk of fruit, it was ripped in half, the insides were fully exposed, it would have usually been an effort to rip it open yourself with the only use being the wilderness and your talon feet, yet here was one large fruit, flesh exposed, juices running down onto the floor of the room.
And Soundwave standing thereâŚ.
Expectantly almost.
Your feathers flared, yet your stomach growled, so loud that it reverberated in the room, making it obvious about how long it has been since youâve had a decent meal. A pained expression etched into your browâŚ.
ââŚâ An almost embarrassed look in your eyes as you reluctantly look at Soundwave, and slowly approaching the fruit, your all too human lips inching closer as your entire head and body was craning downwards and closer to the exposed flesh of the fruit.
And with a slow crunch, you bite down into the fruit, shame made you slow to chew and swallow, juices of the fruit covered the lower half of your face, yet relief of starvation melted your expression as hunger was fully realized and desperately one of your talons grasp the side of the fruit, your teeth burrowing into the flesh until there was nothing but the husk of the thick skin.
You satisfied and that momentary satisfaction was interrupted when you took one look at Soundwave only to see the looming long tentacles rising over you, four small tendrils inside of each of the tentacles elongated outwards.
You flinched, expecting to be pinned down, to get another broken wing-
Only to crack your eyes open when you felt the oddly pleasant sensation of the tendrils instead maintaining the order of your messed up feathers on your left wing, preening them as you only stared in pure shock.
The gesture was unexpected, unusual even⌠like how did Soundwave even know how to preen your wings when Decepticons didnât even seem to care all to much about organicsâŚ.
Your thoughts werenât spoken aloud, mostly since Soundwave didnât seem to react all that much, only his tentacles and even tiny tendrils were at work to preen until your wing was back into its pristine shape, it even made you look it over before becoming still as Soundwave movedâŚ
The lanky Decepticon suddenly lowered, not enough to kneel but halfway there, yet just enough to outstretch his servos, digits outstretched to seemingly grab youâŚ.
When they soon stayed still in an outstretched motion, digits tight together as though creating a solid perch for you to climb upon to sit like any pet owner hoping for their pet bird to hop upon to perch and seek comfort.
ââŚ..â your eyes glanced over to his outstretched servo, almost inspecting it with some doubt, your gaze returning to look up at Soundwave, to see that his blank screen of a face showed the digital image of a smiley face, probably the most encouragement he could ever offer.
Your feathers almost fluffed up, your left wing twitched, you glance at the cast and bandages covering your torso and right wing until Soundwaveâs tentacle caught your eye, only it was now holding another piece of fruit.
Was he coaxing you?âŚ.
A thought lingered, unsettling, but still grimly realistic, manipulation? Trying to train you to do his bidding like some secondary eye in the sky?âŚ
You took notice of the fact that Soundwave didnât put the fruit in your face to recoil it, it just remained within the hold of the tentacle, holding it up like he was very much aware of what you want, what you needâŚ
What motivates youâŚ.
ââŚâŚfineâŚ.â You muttered simply, the thought of starving was just unbearable, not when you have been deprived of human interaction for so long.
Not when you couldnât do anything in this body.
Your body scooted onto the Decepticonâs digits, talons clenched onto the two large digits, your left wing almost twitched the anticipation of the reward with little regard for your pride.
Yet shame was overshadowed with contentment as the tentacle holding the piece of fruit descended towards you gently, it barely took any coaxing to lean your head forward to bit into the exposed flesh, almost pulling away your lips so you didnât accidentally bite into them and so the juices spill cleanly into your mouth, your left wing almost having a flutter of bliss from finally gaining the steady source of nourishment, even if it was basically being fed by the hand of a faction that pursued war so stubbornly long that they drained their own planetâs life.
Your body barely responded to the digits stroking your mane of messy hair, his other servo atop of your head to stroke away the messy lengths of hair that you failed to upkeep due to the lack of arms, your muscles shivered from the touchâŚ
You didnât notice that you were leaning into the physical touch.
But Soundwave does, he does notice the way your body practically cling onto him for comfort and warmth, the basic necessity to live.
And he wasnât about to let his months of observation go to waste.
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A/n: what up my readers? Just to remind yall that I am pretty much contemplating on making more Yan! Transformers and Yuren! Reader (because itâs a cool concept and my imagination is wonka on this)
So yeah! Comment down below if you wanna have more Yuren! Reader drabbles and concepts or if you want Yuren! Reader to interact with other Yan! Transformers!
So far I was thinking maybe the Seeker trio, The Lost Light Cast, or even Ratchet (TFP)
As a bit of an offering- and also because I like the concept to much- ta-dah! Some Yuren! Reader art with Soundwave! (And a bit of the cassettes) and including a bit of meme.
Enjoy and Iâll see ya in the next fic or whatever I do next lol-ä¸ä¸á( á )á
Imagine if yandere self aware transformers could only go to our world only when we have their figurines.
Like imagine buying a soundwave figurine (specifically the blokees action edition soundwave) and then when you check out his voice lines, he said something that definitely wasn't on the voice line lists??
Later in the corner of your eyes you'd see the figurine move a bit to look at you a lot better but when you take a good look at him, he didn't move an inch at all...is it just you or did his visor brighten a bit when you look at him?
I think it's a fun concept honestly, and imagine if we only have ONE transformers figurine and so the others could not go to our world lol and had to watch on the sidelines (our computer), watching us posing and pampering the only transformers figurine we got (SOUNDWAVE, I love soundwave)
I think it wouldn't surprise me if we would have a sudden package sent to us and it's filled to the brim with transformers figurines that mysteriously doesn't have a brand on their packaging whatsoever?? But they all look so high quality and real like in the comics!? Did someone else's package accidentally got sent to you?? The box doesn't even have an address or brand...oh well, finders keepers! (We're low-key panicking about someone knowing our address lol)
I could just imagine Reader being gifted Soundwave, or buying the figurine for like a relative or for a kidâs birthday party as a gift, until for whatever reason Reader had Soundwave and just decides âwhat if I just keep thisâŚ.?â
I imagine Reader at first propping Soundwave on a shelf or making a small shrine, maybe getting some tiny furniture, and putting trinkets or small accessories on him and his cassettes for the lols like that one scene with Buzz lightyear in the first toy story movie, and then it becomes more pampering as you felt a genuine joy with playing with Soundwaveâs figurine.
At first it was all laughs and jokes, even a time where you faked a romantic dinner, basically to emulate a meme, right until you jokingly ask what he does for a living, expecting some response that were in line with crushing Autobots or some attack line only to be stunned when Soundwaveâs response was:
âSoundwave: looking at [Name]âŚ.â
You cocked a brow, not even that, your jaw dropped⌠was it a joke?⌠some rare voice line? I mean he was espionage but that was your name he just spoke.
There were some toys that say the name, but usually it was programmed in or have some fancy app, even then the words would not be sounded out or have that natural flowâŚ.
Even when checking over the list of voice lines that came on command or in idleness, there wasnât any mention of creating custom voice linesâŚ
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There were times where you turned off you music, heard something that was oddly familiar sounding to footsteps, out of the corner of your eye you notice Soundwave moving yet as soon as you turned fully to face the Decepticon toy it seemed to just tilt like any toy after being stuck in position for a while when the balance finally turnedâŚ.
You leaned in closer, keeping your eyes on Soundwave, before shaking your head as you rub your face, maybe you didnât sleep all that well or maybe you actually did see Soundwaveâs visor brightening up.
And while you wanted to speak about this, it seemed better to shut your mouth since after all, the Decepticon was only a toy, it was bound to be misplaced or you forget about itâs existence as soon as you place Soundwave on some random counter.
It didnât explain on the random places you found lazerbeakâs cassette lying around, moments where you keeled over and clutched your foot when you accidentally slipped from stepping on Ravage, even times where you seem to look back only to see nothing but Soundwave standing thereâŚ.
His head was positioned to where it seemed like he was staring back at youâŚ..
Chills ran down your spine that day.
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All the while, little to your knowledge was that Soundwave was moving around, Ravage and Lazerbeak were major contributors in spying on you, your habits, and like a spider, Soundwave used this to his advantage by moving around your house, whether to explore, dig around in your closet figuratively and literally, and even times where he abused his power for some goodâ
âcreating hiding spaces where he can watch you sleep and you donât realize that he was standing over you like a sleep paralysis demon.
And to be honest it was some getting use to being tiny, and hopping to and from it back into your tv or computer, and it was really rewarding and refreshing.
He was getting pampered and had all of your attention and not those inferior Autobots or a certain Seeker hogging your attention, and honestly he was pretty accepting of the clothing and accessories he had been given and adorned by you.
While he didnât say it, it was clear that he enjoyed being aware of the rest of the cybertronians being stuck in the pc and could only watch as Soundwave was the undisputed leader in the outside, and of COURSE heâs preparing the home for Decepticon takeover.
I would see him as the type to drag your stuff near the computer or any internet devices and put them in so they could be in the internet world for the rest to interact with.
Soundwave though was pretty much also searching up on websites and forums to look into getting figurines for the rest of the cassettes to get into a physical form to join him, well up until the one random day where you received a box-
Full of Cybertronian figurines?!
Much to Soundwaveâs slight dismay and also relief to see that all of the Decepticons are within the box while for you, you were gobsmacked by the sheer amount, not to mention waiting for some phone call of a letter to receive from the shipping company or the original receiver of the package, yet nothing, not even the supposed addressâŚ.
You were practically clutching your head and wondering where to even put the figurines in while also besotted by how well crafted they were, an original piece? Some refurbished toy collection meant to be a custom line? Maybe a prototype for some special anniversary?
Either wayâŚ. Your living room was about to become a new battleground for Autobots and Decepticons.
What if self aware transformers and vampire d characters end up in Vertin's suitcase. Will they share a darling?
HMMM an interesting propositionâŚ.
I would say, Vampire Hunter D is the most selfish surprise surprise- mostly since the bond with his darling is due to how he believes that they understand each other, even if he is aware or kinda delusional about keeping his darling close to him. But in a self aware sense, he could share since after all he canât harm them or be rid of them.
The transformers- it depends on the continuity, comic or movie? Animated series or old continuity?
The transformers can share, Autobots more specifically, I imagine the Decepticons, at least a couple of them being selfish while some others might be a-okay in sharing, maybe if there were some terms.
Lol- I imagine the transformers just hop out of the pc only to see they are the size of figurines, and now the tables have turned since now they are the size that they had always carried, but somehow they are still strong asf, imagining that at one time a tiny Starscream almost blew up a shop in a mall while you were unaware that the Starscream charm on your bag is actually Starscream. That would be terrifying yet hilarious to think about.
I also imagine both transformers and vampire hunter d might have a good alliance with some of the characters within Vertinâs suitcase depending on the characters and their beliefs of course.
Despite the complications, I do imagine one thing, that being the creation of factions within them, well up either until someone shuts it down to make a united effort or they have their own little groups that share some particular interest with you.
Kinda wondering about that human pet AU with the cybertroniansâŚ.
Transformers AU ramble (+New reader concept!)
I begin to wonder, like do cybertronians have fashion trends for human pets?
Like I could imagine a few Cybertronians finding it a sort of status symbol of having a âwell groomedâ human, like I mean in terms of a humanâs hair length is indicative of health, or from what a few Cybertronians know about humans, and so itâs trendy for a cybertronian to have a human with long hair that is shiny and healthy.
I also imagine a workaround this trend for humans that donât like long hair or they are incapable of long hair- or even whatever reason, and those are wedding veils! Or more basically veils with long trains.
I imagine a cybertronian having different colored veils for their humans to wear, whether it relates to the cybertronianâs rank or color palette, or even a cybertronianâs position can be easily determined by their humanâs appearance.
I also like to imagine that some more knowledgeable Cybertrons, or any kind of cybertronian, basically do research in order to have proper hair care for their pet human, like how people might research how to care for a poodle or a Yorkshire terrier, kind of like show dogs or just going to a groomer that specializes in human hair care.
Idk, I think itâs more wholesome to think about how a lot of Cybertronians just care for their humans, I just wanna think about wholesome things of giant robots caring for their tiny human companions.
I also thought up a new isekai- Transformers: Prime, yet instead of Lucy! Reader, I was thinking of a Yuren! Reader.
And if you donât know what a Yuren is, then prepare for a brief explanation:
So Yuren are creatures from Chinese mythology, Yuren means âfeathered peopleâ or âfeathered person, Yuren are described to have smooth chests, a human head, bird legs and wing arms and from what I remember long tails- or I may confuse them with the miemeng birds-
And if you wonder why the confusion, it is because the concept of the Yuren came about to me by a game character that has a mix of Miemeng bird features and Yuren features: Getian from Reverse: 1999 (for the peeps who donât know about the game or character- hereâs a photo!)
Now I imagine an isekai- (ah yes how original of me-) of Reader basically being a winged humanoid and just a sitting duck since they donât know how to properly work with their wings and talons until they get caught by some cybertronians.
I imagine characters that are mostly interested in a Yuren! Reader are Soundwave, Starscream, Ratchet, thundercracker, Skyfire, Bumblebee, Skywarp, mostly cybertronians that could either fly or are intrigued by humans etc.
I like to imagine Yuren! Reader basically trying to figure out how to fly and get around since they have bird legs that clutch onto everything that makes them trip or stay in place and the wings replacing their human arms is such a downgrade that they have to depend on someone feeding them.
I lowkey kinda seeing TF:Pâs Soundwave mostly taking care of Yuren Reader, the tendrils at the end of his long pipe-like appendages make him excellent in preening Yuren! Readerâs wings and feathers.
I also like bird people and the concept of flying alongside some of the cybertronians almost like a falcon or a bird companion. I giggle at a rowdy Yuren! Reader flapping their wings and bobbing their heads to music like an actual bird. lol-
Starscream is a yandere not just out of a need to release his resentment of megatron along with anyone else that may have wronged or mocked him.
Basically from the entirety of the cartoon alone, he endured abuse from Megatron, which ends up with Starscream both fearing, resenting, and lashing out at others and acting like Megatron, which ends up with him being not exactly popular with the other Decepticons.
So when chances come about where he has to interact with a human, whether badly damaged enough to take refuge in a hidden place which is coincidentally enough near your home, or a wounded pride and just about desperate enough to hide away from Megatron, or heâs fed up with the Decepticons, not to point of joining the Autobots, more so on taking a âbreakâ to mope over his failure.
I imagine more so Starscream wants something, someone he can go to really, with no one his size every accepting him, sure he has allies and he can order them around at the cost of being humiliated or stabbed in the back metaphorically. And in a moment of weakness, he went into the graces of his human! Darling.
At first he denies it, a snark there, an insult, all bark yet no bite, at least not yet.
But here I make the observation- or rather an overlooked fact of Starscreamâs character, he was once a scientist turned warrior, in some scenes heâs actually pretty accomplished and does have some interesting points:
A core focus is Starscream being the Decepticonsâ medic, or really he does the check ups and instruct the constructicons, they are more so the surgeons, meant for specifics than the bolder strokes of physical care, but Starscream also shows adequate attention to the internal care as well.
Not to even mention that he is also shown to be a mix of a chemist, engineer, astrologist, physicist, physician, ecologist, and researcher. So to put it simply, Starscream is accomplished/knowledgable, and he is also shown to not be fooled by simple manipulation, even when he is aware of what he is doing.
With the others, heâs more likely to shove Decepticons and Autobots alike, and get swiftly punished, but with his human! Darling, at first he considers them as an easily breakable object or a doll, but over time, fascination hits him when he finds himself slowly enamored by you.
Suddenly he isnât the snarky Decepticon that thought less of you, he still does do that only itâs more observant, like catching a glimpse of the insides of a geode.
Starscream then begins to take part of your life, and heâs actually being considerate, well before he was just enough to not accidentally squish you, but then he actually lets you on his hand, and not in a way where someone might clutch a doll, but actually holding you in an open palm.
He actually begins to observe you from afar, mostly in his jet form, whether acting as one or hiding in the background whether out of everyoneâs sight or blending in, if you are in a city then he will have some difficulty, but in a countryside? Heâs having the time of his life coming and going as he pleased.
Whether or not he takes you from your home, itâs actually pretty difficult to say if he would take you, on one hand you are his sanctuary, on the other hand it would be difficult knowing that if he leave you alone, you would either take the chance to leave and disappear into the rest of your kind.
And so he does probably the most optimal option while he observes you and keep you close, he began to take note of your surroundings and environment, and as quickly as he could, he quite literally snatches a piece of your home, dunk you into the cockpit of his chassis and then takes back off to his chambers.
I would also assume that he would take residence within his private quarters of the Decepticon base or even take refuge in places where he had frequented, whether it is old bases that are now destroyed yet still functional.
At first, he makes it very clear that if you try to escape, he will make it difficult for you, whether restraining you to your fake environment, putting you in places where it is purposely improbable for you to escape easily or even at all, he may be overconfident, but really you canât manipulate a manipulator who takes any or every chance to assume a dominant position.
So what could his human darling even do? Well your options is the waiting game, stroking his ego, or act desperate for connection, it stroke his ego a lot to be depended upon, yet he is paranoid, at best heâs holding you in his hand or the cockpit of his chassis, he wonât let you leave until either you proven trustworthy enough, and itâs kinda almost quick since he can quickly turn demanding whenever he believes he has the upper hand.
He may be smart but his perception is short lived, heâs almost drunk off of the power he has the moment he attains it.
And the moment you take the opportunity, one would suggest to hide back into the fray of your kind, donât try to grab any technology that could be intercepted or track down, if anything I probably would assumed Starscream to put a tracker yet I donât see him as the type unless you escaped the first time.
But back to being trapped with the Decepticon, Starscream greatly relishes the control he has over you, taking ever chance to control your actions, I think he would have his fantasies, whether if you are just a human âpetâ or his conjuxed, but something so intimate would never be shared but there would be signs.
Most notably, in the clothes he âattainedâ from your primitive shops, is mostly his color palette, better trust him to know what to wear, it could be something as simple as a red and white hoodie with blue pants or fine suits and outfits that looks so similar to his color scheme it doesnât even seem to hide his connection.
I totally see him as the type to âgiftâ you some human puzzles that may entertain you but as soon as you finish the puzzle you just see that it is a damn image of an F-15 jetâŚ.
The same model that Starscreamâs alt mode is.
Weirdly enough, I see him as actually being aware of human care, whether hair care, simple hygiene, even at times where he had broken into a medical facility just to snag a couple of medicines to pretty much care for you.
Most definitely because he doesnât want to give you a reason to leave your fake home.
Though I also kinda see him as the kind of obsessive Decepticon to be weirdly interested in his human darlingâs hair, heâs the kind of bot that would definitely pride himself on his human darlingâs appearance, and mostly about him dressing his darling MAGNIFICENTLY-
Even though the color scheme is limited to his.
Overall, I would say Starscream is a yandere that may be predictable, heâs actually one of the more unpredictable Yanderes that just have the outer layer of being predictable.
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Note: a gift of starscream chibi and reader! chibis, hope yall enjoy (no reader was harmed during this-)
Natasha is the type of yandere that uses the intimacy of the moment to lull her darling even more into dependency.
With her medical knowledge and experience, Natasha is capable to figure out which parts her darling is sensitive to, whether they are sensitive in their hips, the neck, the waist or even the stomach.
And trust meâŚ.You donât wanna know how long she observed you in order to find that knowledge out.
Natashaâs diplomacy is how she mostly connects with her Darling, I feel like she doesnât necessarily uses physical or sexual stimulation unless she needs her darling to be in a state of dependency or really to subtly remind them of their place.
Whether it is needs or wants, Natasha is always there to give it out whichever way she wants and chooses.
Do you want cuddling and praises? Sure, Natasha is happy to allow it if her darling does as they are told and not stray from their boundaries. If they didnât behave? Natasha doesnât tell it, but you will know that you have done wrong if you donât receive any praise or even a simple comforting hug.
Sure, Natasha doesnât give you what you want, itâs a benefit of a doubt if she knows what she is doing, but she knows that you are aware of how she operates, so that leaves you with questions on why she recoiled when you tried to cuddle in the afterglow, did you do something? Did you make her disappointed?
Natasha only smiles quietly when she notices you out of the corner of her eye, looking confused and almost distraught, a learned behavior that you never notice.
Natasha is almost certainly abusing the sort of Pavlovâs dog effect whenever inflicting intimacy or sexual initiation. Whether your mind doesnât want it or not, the moment she triggers a signal, you suddenly become desperate for her touch and attention in the hopes she reinstate her affections with you.
Itâs so desperate that it is uncomfortable for you when the afterglow is over, you start to feel so conflicted and antsy, was this enough? Were you not doing your best? How can you get more?
More. More. MoreâŚ.
Then there are the added effect of drugs and aphrodisiacs, some to make you tired, more pliant and willing to lay with her and take her, others to slip into your drink or food, slow acting of course, and later on Natasha can further push the Pavlov effect to make as something as small as the vial of her choker to be your throat dry and your clothes somehow feeling tighter than usual.
Itâs more impossible to confront her because of how random she can be, she is patient, she can exert herself to avoid any kind of suspicion, and if a confrontation occurs? She will give you a disappointed look, genuine hurt but doesnât say anything, she is aware of how silence can make a person think more and more until somehow that even they couldnât believe the accusation.
And then the pause, she will still continue to ask to do dinner, whether if it is drugged or not, who knows?
You eat dinner and you feel fine, you just feel paranoid.
I think that is the scariest part about Natasha, since she is a doctor and is practically intelligent because of her experience as a leader, she can and will utilize her resources and her talents, she can recognize when it is time and when she needs to be patient.
For most of the intimacy, it depends on whether or not her darling trusts her, or is suspicious of her, if her darling is âgoodâ then prepare to be rewarded, intimacy is more closer and intertwined, Natasha kissing you and fondling you, her favorite part is seeing you lean into her when she gets to the more steamy moments.
When her Darling is âbadâ, Natasha doesnât change her style, though the tone is more closed off, it feels more like an obligation than anything, itâs more in line with serving her needs rather than your own, it isnât on the part of your orgasm and even then she edges you, spreads your body apart, she may as well put you in a position where it is more humiliating while she denies your orgasm.
I pretty much see Natasha as strictly dominant, she isnât a bottom, not because she strictly likes the control over you, itâs more about keeping you in line and keeping you closer to her, the added bonus is seeing you vulnerable and dependent.
And when you cry? That gets something in her mind activated and suddenly she is all compassionate and calm, sheâs comforting you and in both scenarios, she initiates the hugging and tender kisses on your forehead.
Only that in the bad scenario, she most likely would either say âitâs almost overâ or a âthis is why you must listenâ, and the comfort feels sickening yet you cling onto it because it is her good grace that makes you plead for it to be over, make you plead for mercy.
Natasha pretends not to hear that through your sobs.
Only the end of her punishment would she finally nuzzle her head atop of yours, cuddling you until you fall asleep.
Aftercare is a necessity for Natasha, itâs one of her more favored parts since she has all the control, whether parting your legs and seeing your sex either becoming stimulated again or how messy your inner thighs are, she gladly takes her time in cleaning that up. She cleans you with a warm moist towel and soap, neatly brushes your hair until it is back into a hairstyle she prefers on you, and she can touch you however she like without you having any qualms as you are resting in her touch.
How can you ever deny her care?
And as for things like bondage, Natasha doesnât need that, she knows you wonât deny her, because you wonât disappoint her, and she knows that all too well, with all that manipulation to you mind and making you out to be the one to not be trusted with yourself other than Natasha, it really makes you beg the questionâŚ
