There won't be a tagging system or anything, I plan to just do basic, generic tags here. Anyway.
I'm Writer- a nonbinary 25-year old with a number of fictional crushes. I figure I'll use this blog so I can find stuff concerning certain characters I have crushes on and reboop them. It'll also be where I house my RP ads here on Tumblr, I guess, so my main (which is MHA-centric) doesn't get overloaded with stuff about other fandoms.
DNI if: Pedophile, anti-LGBTQ+, you're a hater of self-inserts/selfships, minors. I just want to reblog what I like, post RP ads and see if anyone's interested in what I am, and leave it at that.]
If I gain more energy, I may rewire this post so it's not quite so...dry.
Love when the brain shifts between F/Os at a rapid pace so I'm just. Stuck in the whirlwind,... I'll be imagining a scene between an F/O and an S/I of mine, and my brain will just 'nah we're not thinking about Korosensei now, we're thinking about the Prototype'-
'-oh wait now we're thinking about Mario, wait no Shadow the Hedgehog,'. Gets. Brain pls.---pls stahp,
All of my RP ads concern doubling up. While I request a romance for my side, it does not have to be a requirement for your own if you want something different. I would be requesting Korosensei for my side, so please keep that in mind.
AD STATUS: (SELECTIVELY) OPEN
AD UPDATED: May 8th, 2026
Please go under the cut for more details, if you're interested!
RULES && PREFERENCES
GENERAL INFO
Hello, if you're under the cut... I suppose you're interested. Just know this post is going to get relatively long, so be ready for a long haul. I've been rather low-energy myself, lately, but...I figure I may as well toss this into the void and see if there are any nibbles.
I'm Writer- an adult (born 2001) demiboy (they/them preferred, but he/him is also acceptable). I've been roleplaying online since 2016/17,...and you may feel free to do that math yourself. I live in the EST timezone, and my hours are inconsistent as Hell.- I can be called in to work at a moment's notice, and work is very draining- so I may be sparse when it comes to responses. But I promise, I'm interested!
I will not accept any roleplay partner that is under the age of eighteen. Twenty-one or older is gently preferred, but not required.
I prefer to communicate OOC on Discord, via an OOC server. I used to roleplay on Discord as well, but after getting a taste for the customization of G-Mail RPs,...I don't think I can go back. You can message me here, or on Discord (wr1t3r), or at [email protected].
My character is an SI- or rather, 'self-insert', or 'yumesona'. They are based heavily on myself, as a person- from appearance to personality, to quirks and manners of speaking/acting. They are different due to their personal history, upbringing, etc., etc.- but if the thought of roleplaying with such a thing weirds you out, I recommend you leave now.
REQUIREMENTS
I personally write in a multi-paragraph/semi-novella style. I do not expect this to be matched, but a decent level of literacy (proper grammar, spelling) is required. I will discontinue the roleplay if the reply size falls below three paragraphs per side/main portrayed character.
In terms of genre, I'm decidedly a romance addict when it comes to roleplay. I also enjoy fluff, as well as slice-of life. Hilariously, heavy drama (or heavy angst) are not things I'm terribly invested in, despite...how I may make some of my SIs.
I enjoy a quickburn, but I am fine to portray a medium-burn (if desired/if you want a romance on your side at all) for your side.
Additional genres I enjoy are: fantasy, adventure, and action.
I do enjoy writing some NSFW, but I leave that up to the other party if they'll want NSFW involved in the RP at all- or if it'll be a fade-to-black, or anything else. -- Any RPs that involve minors/the students for the other side, the NSFW would either only be available for my side, or neither side would have NSFW at all.
INITIAL MESSAGE
Honestly, I'm not sure who'll even make it through those requirements to get to this point, let alone beyond it. But,...all's fair in chaos and war, I suppose.
Please fill out the following in your initial message/E-Mail to me (if it's an E-Mail, please make the subject line 'RP Ad Response' or similar):
Pen Name:
Age (Range):
Favorite Genre to RP:
Least Favorite Genre to RP:
Preferred Romance Speed (quick/mediumburn): IF APPLICABLE
Favorite Fandom Character(s):
Favorite Arc (if any):
OC / OC Info (if applicable/available):
If the previous was not applicable, who you want to portray (alongside my requested character) for your side:
If the previous was not available, then please send what you can of what you have in mind for an OC. I won't start the RP until we actually have OCs hammered out.
What 'Verse you're interested in:
Who you'd like me to portray for you:
Timezone:
It doesn't have to be exactly laid out like that (and I only require the bold stuff), but- essentially, just lemme know who you are and all the things! Sending me nothing more than 'wanna RP' or anything similar will result in silence.
For that matter, so long as the message you send isn't just 'wanna RP' I'll probably be happy.
DETAILS
Obviously, I'd be requesting Korosensei for my side. I feel as though I could probably portray anyone from the general main cast decently? Let me know who you want, and we can discuss, I'm sure!- I don't know the students as well as I do Irina and Karasuma, but hey, I'll find a way.
As for my SI, they're a teacher's assistant that's been working in 3-E for a few years now, but they're from America. As such, they have a heavy American accent- annnnd get teased from time-to-time about sounding like 'a cowboy' when they talk. They've basically never seen the children prior to the first episode of the anime, when KS introduces himself- because the temp never let them leave the teacher's lounge during school hours, and Aguri knew their social anxiety was bad, so she never made them appear before the kids. Mate goes by 'Aster Harbor' (given name, they have a birth/deadname that they refuse to disclose).
This RP would also be a soulmate AU RP. While I'm open to concepts of other soulmate AUs, I do have one I prefer for this universe- but I'm open to other concepts (or a lack of soulmate ties at all). Bye for now!
All of my RP ads concern doubling up. While I request a romance for my side, it does not have to be a requirement for your own if you want something different. I would be requesting Mario Mario from the 2023 movie, for my side.
AD STATUS: (SELECTIVELY) OPEN
AD UPDATED: May 8th, 2026
Please go under the cut for more details, if you're interested!
RULES && PREFERENCES
GENERAL INFO
Hello, if you're under the cut... I suppose you're interested. Just know this post is going to get relatively long, so be ready for a long haul. I've been rather low-energy myself, lately, but...I figure I may as well toss this into the void and see if there are any nibbles.
I'm Writer- an adult (born 2001) demiboy (they/them preferred, but he/him is also acceptable). I've been roleplaying online since 2016/17,...and you may feel free to do that math yourself. I live in the EST timezone, and my hours are inconsistent as Hell.- I can be called in to work at a moment's notice, and work is very draining- so I may be sparse when it comes to responses. But I promise, I'm interested!
I will not accept any roleplay partner that is under the age of eighteen. Twenty-one or older is gently preferred, but not required.
I prefer to communicate OOC on Discord, via an OOC server. I used to roleplay on Discord as well, but after getting a taste for the customization of G-Mail RPs,...I don't think I can go back. You can message me here, or on Discord (wr1t3r), or at [email protected].
My character is an SI- or rather, 'self-insert', or 'yumesona'. They are based heavily on myself, as a person- from appearance to personality, to quirks and manners of speaking/acting. They are different due to their personal history, upbringing, etc., etc.- but if the thought of roleplaying with such a thing weirds you out, I recommend you leave now.
REQUIREMENTS
I personally write in a multi-paragraph/semi-novella style. I do not expect this to be matched, but a decent level of literacy (proper grammar, spelling) is required. I will discontinue the roleplay if the reply size falls below three paragraphs per side/main portrayed character.
In terms of genre, I'm decidedly a romance addict when it comes to roleplay. I also enjoy fluff, as well as slice-of life. Hilariously, heavy drama (or heavy angst) are not things I'm terribly invested in, despite...how I may make some of my SIs.
I enjoy a quickburn, but I am fine to portray a medium-burn (if desired/if you want a romance on your side at all) for your side.
Additional genres I enjoy are: fantasy, adventure, and action.
I do enjoy writing some NSFW, but I leave that up to the other party if they'll want NSFW involved in the RP at all- or if it'll be a fade-to-black, or anything else.
INITIAL MESSAGE
Honestly, I'm not sure who'll even make it through those requirements to get to this point, let alone beyond it. But,...all's fair in chaos and war, I suppose.
Please fill out the following in your initial message/E-Mail to me (if it's an E-Mail, please make the subject line 'RP Ad Response' or similar):
Pen Name:
Age (Range):
Favorite Genre to RP:
Least Favorite Genre to RP:
Preferred Romance Speed (quick/mediumburn): IF APPLICABLE
Favorite Fandom Character(s):
Favorite Game (if any):
OC / OC Info (if applicable/available):
If the previous was not applicable, who you want to portray (alongside my requested character) for your side:
If the previous was not available, then please send what you can of what you have in mind for an OC. I won't start the RP until we actually have OCs hammered out.
What 'Verse you're interested in:
Who you'd like me to portray for you:
Timezone:
It doesn't have to be exactly laid out like that (and I only require the bold stuff), but- essentially, just lemme know who you are and all the things! Sending me nothing more than 'wanna RP' or anything similar will result in silence.
For that matter, so long as the message you send isn't just 'wanna RP' I'll probably be happy.
DETAILS
Obviously, I'd be requesting Mario for my side. I feel as though I could probably portray anyone from the general main cast decently? Let me know who you want, and we can discuss, I'm sure!
As for my SI, they're 'Pace Locke'- a human from Earth that ended up in the Mushroom Kingdom. I don't have a doc for them yet, just a brain-dump of thoughts (and given my brain feels fuzzy atm, I shall save that for another time). So for now, have fun, cause chaos, be wild!
I'm gonna switch it over to writing here, since it doesn't- really fit on the optimus-conjunx blog. I don't expect to write too much more of this- the writing bug for this series has gotta die soon, right?
SO,....
"text" = English.
[Prologue || Part 1 || You Are Here!]
Aster wasn't entirely certain about being left alone in a room with this- guy. Hazel slid towards him. He'd managed to clean off dust that they'd been debating dealing with in milliseconds. The floor was spotless...and the remnants of the temp's touches...were gone. Their desk and space had been left relatively untouched, sans the pack of bars holding the tests they'd graded down.
"Buzzawoa,..." They exhaled.
"Hrm?" The other glanced up from his own 'desk' that he'd claimed across from them. He was gently wiping it down with a cleaning wipe...an internal shiver went down their spine. How he was able to touch it without a glove was beyond them.
"Buzzawoa." They repeated, louder.
"...I'm not familiar with that phrase, I'm afraid." They waved a hand.
"....it's a nonsense term. Doesn't mean anythin'." In the blink of an eye, the wipe was gone. It had looked almost like the teacher had flickered. A gust of wind that sought to bowl them over- they could feel it slashing into their hair. No doubt undoing the impromptu grooming they'd been subject to.
Good. Didn't like their hair down like that, anyway.
"Oh, I'm not so sure about that..." A chuckle. Fuck's sake...well, now that they weren't fearing for their life (as much)...it was easier to actually look the other over. He was easily over six feet. If they had to guess, over eight...nine?
Kinda wished he'd stand up against the wall.- His head was an orb of yellow with a pair of tiny, beady white eyes- and a massive smile made of teeth. They seemed to almost blend into one another, making his grin appear nearly cartoonish. The suit the other was wearing was definitely custom-made. No chance in Hell it wasn't.
It managed to drape over him almost perfectly. A big, black 'teacher' gown with dark purple and gold-bronze accents, a red tunic underneath (and a white, collared shirt even further under that)....the big, ridiculous tie with the crescent moon was a nice touch, though. Combine it with a small little motorboard cap, and he looked...roughly like a teacher.
At the very least, he had to be better than the temp...
"Something on my face?" His tone was light, the edges of his smile quirking ever-so-slightly up. The brunet shrugged.
"...nah. Just takin' in your whole....suit." Their gaze drifted to the tests. Realistically, he'd be the one handing those out, later. Easy way to get to know the students' names, at least. "Custom-made, I'm guessin'. Unless y'raided some XXL shop somewhere." Another chuckle. "Looks nice."
Did he do nothing BUT?
"Thank you." A hand drifted. Long, spindly digits ending in...what they presumed would be the equivalent of fingertips. One brushed the edge of the test atop the stack. "You will be handing these out later, won't you? I'm afraid this will be my first time meeting the students, so I won't have their names down yet. Not that it wouldn't be good practice, but..." His feeler retracted. Sliding through the air in a few loops, nearly an echo of their own wave a minute ago. "...I'm certain a familiar face will be welcome."
"I won't be." They leaned back. Their spine found the wall- a small tap, the barest brush of pain.
"Nue?"
"---I tend t'stick in this room, for the most part. If y'need some tests graded, a second brain on coming up with a question, or need me to run and get somethin',...then I'm your mate." Their arms crossed. "...I'd be about as 'familiar' to those kids as you'd be."
"Ah, I beg to differ." A tap to the tests from the night before. "You've been grading each of their tests for some time, haven't you?" They blinked. "Some of the ways you responded to their missed marks...there are comments and turns of phrase that you wouldn't make if you'd only done it once. The students may not know you by face- but your style of writing will be familiar, at the very least."
How in the fuck.--- Had he somehow read the tests over? But- there hadn't been enough time for that-!
"Yes, I read them all." The green stripes were starting to fade back in.
"....I'm going to slap you." Oh, they were out in full force in a matter of moments.
"Good luck managing that."
"You'd be surprised." No, they had no damn clue how to do it. But...it was tempting. "So,...you read the tests at some point. Either you're fast as fuck, or did so before I even got here this morning."
"You could call Mach 20 'fast as fuck', but it feels rather lacking." Mach 20. Mach 1,...how fast was that?- They'd have to look it up at some point. But if he could move that fast--- how fast did he think?
"Eh, take it or leave it." They shifted. Aster pushed off the wall, stepping up to the chair that was pushed in at their desk. "Y'sure you don't wanna pass out the tests, later? If you can move at Mach 20, I'm sure you could do it in no time."
"No, no...if you're to be my assistant this year, I would like it if you were at least present in the classroom for some of it. Besides, it will be nice to have someone to bounce ideas off of!" Sure... The green was at least gone, having faded amidst a hint of conversation. "Normalcy isn't....exactly my strong suit."
"And you think it's mine? Hot damn, you're fucked."
"Wh-! Mx. Harbor!" They grinned, trying to bite back the laugh bubbling in the back of their throat. Well,...
He was definitely better than the temp.
[...]
The students had sat down, glancing amongst themselves. There was a murmur of where the teacher had gone,...Aster pulled in a slow breath. God,- why couldn't Karasuma or one of his agents have done this? Hell, why couldn't the teacher?--- But nope,...
They stepped into the room. Internally, their nerves screamed. Their hands cooled, rapidly dipping into freezing territory. All the same, they kept walking- right up to the podium. At least it was short enough for them,.... They stopped right-on the podium, turning to face the class with a closed-eyed grin.
"Heya, guys." That...caused the class to quiet, at least. "So, you may not recognize me- but I'm the assistant teacher. N' I'm here to announce that, as of today..." Their head turned slightly to the side, a hint of a devilish grin crossing their features.
Stepping into the role, as easily as one might put on a shirt. Their heart was hammering, but it didn't so much as breathe into their expression.
"---You'll have a new homeroom teacher!" And in blasted the guy- followed immediately by Karasuma and his two flunkies. They stepped aside, gesturing to the podium. "If y'would,..."
"Of course." At least he was playing along. They could take a hint of solace in that. The creature slithered right up to the podium.--- Slithered,....slithered,....
Their gaze briefly flicked towards the path he'd walked. Not a single trace of anything- slimy. Did that cause any sort of discomfort? To essentially 'walk' on tentacles?-
Karasuma sighed. Their gaze snapped forward, focusing just above the last student in the row before them. A silver-haired kid. The color of it nearly shaded it a tinge purple,...but they weren't entirely certain.
"Hello! How are you?" One of the agents shifted to be on the other side of the new teacher. He had a fucking gun. Of course,...a finger already on the trigger. "So, I'm the one who blew up the moon,..." It was spoken like a conversation starter. They could see every single student's expression immediately pale. Understandable... "Next year, I intend to do the same to planet Earth! But never mind that now, I'm gonna be your new teacher!" His tentacles had started waving about, as if he couldn't stand the thought of being still. Given he moved at Mach 20, they were surprised he was this...stable. "Isn't that exciting?!" The kids all took on an expression that basically screamed 'what in God's fucking name'.
Same, kids....same.
"Uh,...I'm Karasuma. I'm from the Ministry of Defense." Honestly, not shocking that he'd initially given that pause. How the Hell was one supposed to follow up 'I'm the one who blew up the moon'?! "What,....what I'm about to tell you, we in the business call 'classified'." He sighed again. "Aw, Hell. I'll just come right out with it." His head fell for only a moment- only to raise back up. "I'm gonna need you to kill this thing for the sake of mankind."
They bit back a comment on how- while the other may not have appeared human,...he was decidedly sentient, and thus was above being called a 'thing'.
"Excuse me." A kid with orange-ish-yellow hair called out, "No offense, is this a joke?- Because if that's the alien who blew up the moon,-"
"ABAHBAHBAHBAHBAH!" The entity suddenly cried out, tentacles waving about in seeming annoyance. Even his face had gained several sweatdrops, white eyes narrowed. And yet, that smile remained. "I AM AN EARTHLING BORN AND BRED, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!"
An Earthling...
Human?- Had to be. But then, what made him this way?
Lab experiment? Most likely. There was a chance he was from some hidden society of similar creatures, but that seemed...insanely low.
"I'm not at liberty to discuss the details at this juncture. I'll just say he's telling the truth." An Earthling,...that could mean a lot of things. "His threat is all too real.- As of this coming March...he will obliterate the Earth." Spoken with such calm conviction, as though he were discussing a mission briefing. Strictly speaking, he was- but couldn't he put a bit more energy into it?
They couldn't help the slight turn of their head, casting a look towards their new teacher. For a guy who was planning to blow up the planet in March,...he sure didn't feel the part.
"Apart from you, the only people who know this are world leaders. If word of this leaks out to the public, we'll have widespread panic on our hands." No duh. Even they were just barely managing to push down the overwhelming terror that was trying to grip their heart. If it weren't for practice, they probably would've still been freaking out. "He must be terminated soon, and with extreme prejudice."
Karasuma reached into his jacket. Blade.
"Which means that you, must become assassins."
Instinctively, Aster moved-
Their blade vanished from their hand. The teacher flickered, reappearing on the other side of Karasuma- revealing that he was carrying one of those weird green blades.
"Now, you'll notice he's incredibly fast!" Karasuma was having to yell, as each attempt at stabbing the teacher only resulted in him flickering to the other side- and causing an uproar of noise. The sound was too much- swiftly turning the male's yells into little more than static for the brunet. "And for some reason," the creature had appeared behind him, a few- were those clippers- was that a comb for an eyelash--- "-he likes grooming eyebrows..." Karasuma's head slowly dipped, eyes closing. They could practically see when the vein in his temple popped, "-Immaculately!" The creature's head shifted to pink before Karasuma could get in another stab.
This was the being they'd threatened to slap earlier.
The one they'd tried to stab with an actual blade.
Speaking of- the weight of their knife returned to their pocket. They pulled it out,...
It was as clean as a whistle.
"You're looking at a being so powerful he can obliterate over half the moon in seconds. So fast, he's been clocked at Mach 20. A world where he's allowed to live is a world waiting to be destroyed, plain and simple." Well...they wouldn't necessarily agree with that. An entity such as him could exist, and the world could be safe,...were it not for his threat to blow it to kingdom-come, in March.
"He makes it all sound so grim, doesn't he?" The teacher put away the set of tools he'd been using to groom Karasuma's eyebrows. "Cheer up! I've graciously made your government an offer." The agent that had moved to his other side now had his weapon raised.
Like that would do any good. Last they checked, the sound barrier was broken at Mach 1. Unless those bullets were going up to Mach 15 or so, they didn't see a single shot working, no matter how many were present.
Actually, maybe a cage- a hellfire of bullets would work?...
"Stop making fools of yourselves trying to kill me, I said, and let me teach class 3-E at this illustrious institution!" Wait- hadn't he said that to them, earlier?- Suddenly,...they felt like they'd been the guinea pig for dropping this on the kids.
"We didn't have much of a choice." Karasuma groused, "We have no idea what his motives are, but we agreed on the condition that none of you students would be harmed in any way. The advantage is twofold; on the onehand, we'll know his whereabouts a good portion of every weekday, which...is something." They...did not like where this was going. "On the other, he'll be in close range to thirty-one people with the means and incentive to kill him."
Thirty-one?---
Akabane was still off-campus for a bout of violence, but last they checked, their class had twenty-six students. Even including themself and Karasuma (which didn't seem likely, he was military) that was still only twenty-eight.
"Do the deed, and you get ten billion." Every single student's jaw dropped. "It's only fair. Kill him, save the Earth.- If that doesn't deserve a life on Easy Street, what are we fighting for?"
....the survival of the planet? Humanity?
Given how shit-all humanity was, they weren't too enthused by that option. But,...they were part of the species, so. Beggars couldn't be choosers.
"He doesn't think you can do it." A quick glance,...and he was green-striped again.
Fucker.
"Use that.- Green stripes indicate he's feeling superior." That...was the most tame way to put it, in their opinion. "We...have some experience with it." The agent near them shifted away. Back towards the door,...followed by the female agent.
"Freaky..." One of the kids murmured.
"Truth be told, I'm not worried. The military couldn't kill me, why would anyone assume students could?" He gestured with a pair of feelers towards the class. "After all, you don't even have fighter jets!" .....yep, they had definitely been a test-run. "Hard to keep tidy, fighter jets..." The teacher trailed off.
Had.
Had he cleaned one mid-fucking-air or something.
"What's with the cleaning fetish?" The octopus' face went pink, a stuttered noise in his throat.
"It's all on you." Karasuma interrupted while the poor bastard was trying to come up with a response. The other two military folk rolled in the cart from earlier. One was carrying a few boxes with the letters 'S. A. A. U. S. O.' imprinted in the side. The compartment facing the kids was open. "Find the cracks in this smug bastard's defenses and exploit them. The weapons you'll be provided are harmless to humans, but extremely fatal to him."
They'd yet to see a single hit land. Honestly, they were wondering if those weapons did work...well. He was certainly dodging like those things would deal him serious damage if they hit.
"And it goes without saying; we'll need to keep this between us." They half-wondered if Karasuma was going to make a ton of junior high students sign NDAs...it wasn't like those would be legally binding. "The clock is ticking.- Decide whether you'll stand for our home being blasted to space dust."
"That should just about cover it, I think! What do you say we hit the books and make the final year of your lives a productive one?" Well...they were surprised he wasn't shifting over to green stripes. In an instant, there was a pistol and a dagger at every single student's desk...and a pair pressed into their own hands.
Aster blinked, glancing down to the two objects- and then back up.
This guy planned to blow up the planet in a year. He moved at Mach 20. And he was handing everyone near him in this room...weapons.
A spiderweb, waiting for the strings to go slack so they could move.
[...]
The brunet tucked both the gun and the dagger onto a shelf near their desk. They...really did doubt these things would deal that one any amount of damage. They'd just barely set the weapons down when they heard a heavy snap of air.
"Lunch time!" Their gaze fell away from the shelf, sliding towards the-...what even was he? Octopus?...--- Octopus...maybe. Kinda. A heavily stylized one, but...it would work. "I'm off to Greece for Moussaka!..." He trailed off. "...by the way,...any- chance you'd be willing to share one of those candy bars?" And he was inching forward, hands wringing one another. Aster blinked a few times.
'Sweet tooth, or sugar hound?'
"...sure." They ripped the pack open, and slipped one out. It was tossed to the octopus. "But don't blame me if it's poisoned." That resulted in a snicker of a laugh.
"Oh, I can't wait to find out~." A flicker of green, and he was gone in a blast.
They pulled out another bar. Chocolate and peanut butter,... Needed to eat. Just like anybody else...
Aster glanced to the lounge's door. It...felt almost forbidden. As if they would be chastised or harmed if they dared step beyond the threshold. The moment they left while the students were here,...
They shook their head. No. They were just gonna go eat outside, for once. It was freaking cold, but they'd deal. They needed to get used to leaving this room. Needed to get used to people, again.
Kinda depressing that it involved getting used to kids.
The brunet gathered up their meager lunch.- A simple bar and a water they'd brought from home,- and set to head outside. They could hear conversation meandering and rumbling from the classroom as they drifted into the hall. Their steps lightened. In moments, shifting from barely-present to nonexistent. The brunet slid by the classroom. The doors,...
And onto the front few steps. They made their way down the two-step walk, onto the dirt path that led to a pavement staircase...and into a long-overgrown field. They sat down at the top step. Time to dig in.
Their gaze lingered on the bar's wrapper as they pulled it into their sight. With everything going on today,...they hadn't even realized. The bar wrapper. It was- brighter. More vivid. Colors that had once been faded reds and yellows were now...screaming. Alight.
They'd met their other half. Sometime between work yesterday and right now. Or rather- a bit ago. They ripped the bar open. Took a bite.
Chocolate and peanut butter. The flavors were so familiar as to be bland at this point. They nearly wanted to spit the bar out. It had once brought such joy, now it just...tasted like dirt.
Who could it have been?
Not the kids, they'd have noticed the change. Same with Karasuma and his agents. They'd not experienced it, but they'd heard the stories.
A waterfall of color.
Like a tidal wave.
Dripping and pouring until it filled in the whole world with brilliant new detail.
They could recall no such thing, this morning. And nothing like that before work, yesterday. So, who could they have met?...
A near-tentacle like grasp on their shoulders, steadying them. They'd been so exhausted,...could barely keep their eyes open. They'd all but shot out of the station, heading straight for home- hadn't they tried to reassure him for a moment? Hadn't they paused to look back?
Hadn't there been the barest flicker of color?
Aster swallowed. Another bite. Two out of three. Kinda hungry still. Really should've packed more...well. It wasn't like this job was going to kill them.
I'm gonna need you to kill this thing.
The brunet practically froze in place. No,...this job wouldn't kill them.- It would kill the octopus. The only entity they'd met prior to this morning, but after work the day before. They took in a breath. Returned to chewing.- Don't freak don't freak don't,...
A hand shifted to rest on their chest, formed into a fist. They could feel their breathing start to kick up. Shit, they were going to die, they were dead, they were going to die and that would be it and they were going to be gone,----
Swallow. Take a bite. What was the thing- five things they could see?- Grass. Trees. Sky, mountain,...their bar. Four things they could--- shit, hear?- Uh,....birds...insects....
....
...........
...........................
Aster swallowed their final bite. The water was popped open. They stashed the bar wrapper in their pocket. That,...could be dealt with later.
Their gaze drifted out across the overgrown field. They were an assistant,...to a guy who could move at Mach 20. A more immediate concern, to be certain. They'd be useless within a day at best. Not a chance in Hell they could keep up,...and yet, they were being allowed to keep their job.
Probably on the implication they'd be trying to kill the octopus, just like everyone else.
But if he was,...Hell. Even if he wasn't,...
Watching the burble of blood, hearing a final, choked whimper. They could feel the handle in their grip. Feel the crimson that dripped from their own frame. Splattered in heavy streaks on the floor...the smell of copper, thick and heavy.
Please go under the cut if you're truly interested.- I'm mostly interested in the Prototype being roleplayed for my SI, but I am not against DogDay, instead (in which case I would use an older self-insert of mine).
An additional note that, if you pick a character who has very little screen/lore-time (like one of the Smiling/Nightmare Critters), I may end up building an OC take based on whatever you provide me in terms of what you'd like for the character.
All of my RP Ads concern doubling up, so I would also portray a character of your choice for you.- And I would be focusing heavily on romance. Call me a shipper, for 'tis what I am.
AD STATUS: (SELECTIVELY) OPEN
Ad Updated: March 18th, 2026
RULES && PREFERENCES
GENERAL INFO
Hello, if you're under the cut... I suppose you're interested. Just know this post is going to get relatively long, so be ready for a long haul. I've been rather low-energy myself, lately, but...I figure I may as well toss this into the void and see if there are any nibbles.
I'm Writer- a twenty-five year old demiboy (they/them preferred, but he/him is also acceptable). I've been roleplaying online since 2016/17,...and you may feel free to do that math yourself. I live in the EST timezone, and I work a steady job with consistent hours (presently a warehouse janitor- I work 9AM - 2PM Tues - Fri, and 8AM - 1PM on Sat). I am very rarely around on Saturdays, and only around to talk on Wednesdays. Every other day of the week, I'm around whenever I'm not at work- energy and mind depending.
I will not accept any roleplay partner that is under the age of eighteen. Twenty-one or older is gently preferred, but not required.
I prefer to communicate OOC on Discord, via an OOC server. I used to roleplay on Discord as well, but after getting a taste for the customization of G-Mail RPs,...I don't think I can go back. You can message me here, or on Discord (wr1t3r), or at [email protected].
My character is an SI- or rather, 'self-insert', or 'yumesona'. They are based heavily on myself, as a person- from appearance to personality, to quirks and manners of speaking/acting. They are different due to their personal history, upbringing, etc., etc.- but if the thought of roleplaying with such a thing weirds you out, I recommend you leave now.
A sidenote, since Iāve seen this come up in numerous PPT spaces- I consider the Prototype to be an adult by the time the events of the games/chapters play out. If that makes you uncomfortable, please look elsewhere for a PPT-themed RP.
REQUIREMENTS
I personally write in a multi-paragraph/semi-novella style. I do not expect this to be matched, but a decent level of literacy (proper grammar, spelling) is required. I will discontinue the roleplay if the reply size falls below three paragraphs per side/main portrayed character.
In terms of genre, I'm decidedly a romance addict when it comes to roleplay.- For that matter, I intend every roleplay to focus on at least two ships- yours, and mine! It's a double-up- so you portray a character for me, I portray a character for you. All the business.
I enjoy a quickburn, but I am fine to portray a medium-burn (if desired) for your side.
Additional genres I enjoy are: fantasy, adventure, and action.
Please note that I am not a big fan of angst-heavy roleplays.
HOWEVER, Poppy Playtime (as a franchise) is a very dark game-series,...and, if you wanted to do the mainverse as opposed to my personal AU (I'd prefer my personal AU but I'm also fine doing an offshoot of the mainverse),..then there would probably be some yandere vibes/flavoring, as well as other such...insanities, present.
Usually, I request some level of NSFW content for my side (AKA adult 'steamy' shenanigans). However, I...don't. Even know how that would work with the Prototype, so it is not a requirement for this RP Ad, specifically.
INITIAL MESSAGE
Honestly, I'm not sure who'll even make it through those requirements to get to this point, let alone beyond it. But,...all's fair in chaos and war, I suppose.
Once you've selected a 'verse you'd be interested in trying to roleplay with me, please fill out the following in your initial message/E-Mail to me (if it's an E-Mail, please make the subject line 'RP Ad Response' or similar):
Pen Name:
Age (Range):
Favorite Genre to RP:
Least Favorite Genre to RP:
Preferred Romance Speed (quick/mediumburn):
Favorite Fandom Character(s):
Favorite Chapter (if any):
OC / OC Info (if applicable/available):
If the previous was not applicable, who you want to portray (alongside my requested character) for a canon/canon ship for your side:
If the previous was not available, then please send what you can of what you have in mind for an OC. I won't start the RP until we actually have OCs hammered out.
What 'Verse you're interested in:
Who you'd like me to portray for you:
Timezone:
It doesn't have to be exactly laid out like that (and I only require the bold stuff), but- essentially, just lemme know who you are and all the things! Sending me nothing more than 'wanna RP' or anything similar will result in silence.
SOULMATE AUS
I am an absolute sucker for a good soulmate AU. However, I've not concocted one for either universe that I'm particularly attached to- so I'm open to ideas, suggestions, wants, etc.!
VERSES && (BRIEF) EXPLANATIONS
CANON UNIVERSE
Self-Insert: Lane Alex Banks // Cove Whiskers
Love Interest: DogDay // The Prototype
Energy: Low
Details on Lane:
Lane was made shortly after chapter three came out (and before the Nightmare Critters came out), so they were designed mostly off of personal headcanons. In my head, they were a good friend of DogDay's (before either were experimented on). However, the two were seen as the de-facto 'leaders' of the kids at the Daycare,...and thusly, worthy of being experimented on. DogDay's experimentation/transition was complete by the time the Hour of Joy took place, while Lane's...was not. They were only partially converted, with splotchy spots of green plastic growing forth from where two neon-green bat wings had been attached to their back- and their hair (now a neon purple) had grown to have a more synthetic feel to it.
During the Hour of Joy, Lane escaped- DogDay did not. Lane would return, many years later,...unsure if their old friend had survived, but now a fully-grown adult with what they considered to be enough gear to survive the factory.
Details on Cove:
Cove met the Prototype- previously Ollie- a number of years after he had already been turned into an experiment by Elliot Ludwig. He was a nineteen-year old 'project',...and they were a nineteen-year old researcher, temporarily working at Playtime. When they found out what the Prototype was, who he'd been before,...they chose to help orchestrate the Hour of Joy- solely in freeing the toys from their captivity. In the madness that followed, they were injured- but managed to escape the factory, alive.
Years later, Cove would receive a letter- not from Poppy, or another employee- but from the Prototype. Calling them back to the factory they'd abandoned so long ago, to see what had become of those who lived within.
PERSONAL AU
Self-Insert: Cove Whiskers
Energy: High
Details:
During the Hour of Joy, Cove was able to convince the Prototype to not harm any innocents who lived in the factory. having known him for a while at that point, their words held a degree of merit,...and so, he listened. However, Cove would be fatally injured during the Hour of Joy- and so, the Prototype would take Cove to his lab,...and attempt to 'fix' them.
The factory- after the Hour of Joy in this AU- would take on more of an active 'daycare' role. The Prototype/Proto (I call him 'Proto' for sanity's sake) would take on an 'overseer' role, helping the toys that had been trapped within slowly 'grow up' (upgrade to a Doll body- and then a Mannequin body, which would be indistinguishable from a human adult on the outside). DogDay oversees the transfer of the adults into the actual world outside, but most of the residents of the factory remain within- continuing to work and live under the earth, aware that (if they were found out above) they would be hunted down and experimented on again.
Poppy, Doey, and a few others are called 'the Deluded' in this universe- simply because they fully believe all the toys are evil and must be destroyed. As such, they actively try to sabotage the factory/destroy it.
This universe is a borderline āwhat if the Prototype were morally gray instead of evil, and Poppy was just flat-out evilā āverse, and is built from my own headcanons and theories.
IN CONCLUSION,...
Have fun? Feel free to reach outā and cause chaos!
Please go under the cut if you're truly interested. I'm not opposed to roleplaying through one of the other shows/canons (within reason- feel free to reach out and ask!), so long as Optimus Prime (or Orion Pax, depending) can be roleplayed for my SI.
All of my RP Ads concern doubling up, so I would also portray a character of your choice for you.- And I would be focusing heavily on romance, as well as whatever canon storyline we settle on!
AD STATUS: CLOSED
Ad Updated: March 23rd, 2026
RULES && PREFERENCES
GENERAL INFO
Hello, if you're under the cut... I suppose you're interested. Just know this post is going to get very long, so be ready for a long haul. I've been rather low-energy myself, lately, but...I figure I may as well toss this into the void and see if there are any nibbles.
I'm Writer- a twenty-five year old demiboy (they/them preferred, but he/him is also acceptable). I've been roleplaying online since 2016/17,...and you may feel free to do that math yourself. I live in the EST timezone, and I work a steady job with consistent hours (presently a warehouse janitor- I work 9AM - 2PM Tues - Fri, and 8AM - 1PM on Sat). I am very rarely around on Saturdays, and only around to talk on Wednesdays. Every other day of the week, I'm around whenever I'm not at work- energy and mind depending.
I will not accept any roleplay partner that is under the age of eighteen. Twenty-one or older is gently preferred, but not required.
I prefer to communicate OOC on Discord, via an OOC server. I used to roleplay on Discord as well, but after getting a taste for the customization of G-Mail RPs,...I don't think I can go back. The main this blog is attached to is no longer the one I am 100% active on, so please message me on Discord (wr1t3r), or send me an E-Mail at [email protected].
My characters are SIs- or rather, 'self-inserts', or 'yumesonas'. They are based heavily on myself, as a person- from appearance to personality, to quirks and manners of speaking/acting. They are different due to their various histories, upbringings, etc., etc.- but if the thought of roleplaying with such a thing weirds you out, I recommend you leave now.
REQUIREMENTS
I personally write in a multi-paragraph/semi-novella style. I do not expect this to be matched, but a decent level of literacy (proper grammar, spelling) is required. I will discontinue the roleplay if the reply size falls below three paragraphs per side/main portrayed character.
In terms of genre, I'm decidedly a romance addict when it comes to roleplay.- For that matter, I intend every roleplay to focus on at least two ships- yours, and mine! It's a double-up- so you portray a character for me, I portray a character for you. All the business.
I enjoy a quickburn, but I am fine to portray a medium-burn (if desired) for your side.
Additional genres I enjoy are: fantasy, adventure, and action.
Please note that I am not a big fan of angst-heavy roleplays.
Please, be okay with some NSFW content. It will not be portrayed for any minor-centric ships, but I would like my side to eventually hit some NSFW territory. If that makes you uncomfortable,...thennnnn I don't know what to tell you beyond 'good luck in your RP partner search'.
INITIAL MESSAGE
Honestly, I'm not sure who'll even make it through those requirements to get to this point, let alone beyond it. But,...all's fair in chaos and war, I suppose.
Once you've selected a 'verse (or three) you'd be interested in trying to roleplay with me, please fill out the following in your initial message/E-Mail to me (if it's an E-Mail, please make the subject line 'RP Ad Response' or similar):
Pen Name:
Age (Range):
Favorite Genre to RP:
Least Favorite Genre to RP:
Preferred Romance Speed (quick/mediumburn):
Favorite Fandom Character(s):
Favorite Game/Show/Arc (if any):
OC / OC Info (if applicable/available):
If the previous was not applicable, who you want to portray (alongside my requested character) for a canon/canon ship for your side:
If the previous was not available, then please send what you can of what you have in mind for an OC. I won't start the RP until we actually have OCs hammered out.
What 'Verse you're interested in:
Who you'd like me to portray for you:
Timezone:
It doesn't have to be exactly laid out like that (and I only require the bold stuff), but- essentially, just lemme know who you are and all the things! Sending me nothing more than 'wanna RP' or anything similar will result in silence.
SOULMATE AU DETAILS
This would apply to all of the RPs/worlds, regardless of which one you want to RP in- so please keep it in mind!
Sidenote: I'm perfectly happy to accept alternate soulmate AU ideas, if there's one you'd prefer to write/do! I just really love the concept of soulmate AUs, so I incorporate them into all of my RPs.
Some entities are born with soulmates. There are two ties between soulmates- the physical and the metaphysical.
The Physical tie shows itself as a winding thread, interwoven red strings (made of fabric if organic, or wires if mechanical) that are tied to each soulmate's left little finger/digit. This thread passes through solid objects, and can only be touched by a soulmate's bare skin/plating. Only those who are part of the tie can see it. It hangs between soulmates, always showing the way to one's other half.
The Metaphysical tie shows itself in how soulmates can communicate. Similar to how comm-links function, soulmates can send one another 'messages' over their bond. These messages can be datapacks, memories, thoughts, sensations- anything and everything. Anything sent over the bond is automatically translated to the receiver. This can, however, be hacked if one of the soulmates is a Cybertronian. It can be used to send viruses, plant false memories, send messages from a third party- so on and so forth.
Soulmates are not tied to one another's life. If one dies, that will not cause the other to die. However, the death of a soulmate is a painful experience. The thread fades to gray and snaps, before disappearing- and it has been mentioned that it feels 'like one's spark/soul is being ripped apart'.
If the soulmates are in separate universes, or separated by dimensions, then their thread will simply hang until roughly about a foot away from their body- before disappearing into nothingness. The thread will still 'hang' in the direction of where one's soulmate would be, if they were in the same universe.
VERSES && (BRIEF) EXPLANATIONS
And beyond that,...the worlds I'm interested in will be separated by 'verse, and under each banner will be a brief description of the SI variant I have for that world! Have fun!
Technically, some of these self-inserts have more to their story than what I've written down- but I left out how they met their version of Optimus and whatnot so that (if you'd like) we can come up with our own version of the two meeting!
Bold and Blue - Highest (Current) Desire
Bold - High Desire
Italics - Moderate Desire
Normal Text - Low Desire
Strikethrough - No Personal Desire At Present (but who knows!)
Note: These are listed in (as close as I can get to) alphabetical order.
AWARE OF // FULLY BUILT WORLDS
These are all worlds I have either a deep knowledge of, or (at least) enough knowledge of that I've made a self-insert for them.
BAYVERSE
When I say 'Bayverse', I mean the films 'Transformers' (2007) to 'Transformers: The Last Knight' (2017). I consider 'Bumblebee' and 'Rise of the Beasts' to be a part of their own continuity, separate from the others (which is also on this list, actually!).
Self Insert: Echo Lennox
Explanation:
Echo Lennox was born into a family on the brink of ruin- one that abused them day in and day out due to their birth being attributed to the death of their mother. They were given up to the foster care system at seven years old- and adopted at ten years of age into the Lennox family. There, they were given the love and care they'd failed to receive in their earlier youth- but the damage was already done.
They attended military school, got a two-year college degree, and eventually opened a bath bomb shop they dubbed 'Whispered Echoes'. They used their profits to give their parents a relaxing retirement, and they've been running the shop ever since their parents passed. They keep in decent contact with their brother, William Lennox.
Variation:
This was actually a concept made for a specific roleplay, but I am open to adding it to Echo's character for more roleplays. In a previous life, Echo Lennox was a Velocitronian named 'Latent Echo'- a young 'bot that was raced to the breaking point in 'energon races' (think illegal races where the losers are all killed, so the stakes are high) by their family. They eventually escaped Velocitron and ended up on Cybertron, where they would meet one Orion Pax.- And fall in love with him. Shortly before the war began, however, Latent Echo was murdered- for no reason other than some quick Shanix. Their frame was raided for anything sellable, and everything else was tossed into a scraplet hive- leaving behind no remains.
After taking some severe damage towards the start of 'Revenge of the Fallen', Echo (Lennox) starts to recall their past life as Latent Echo.
G1
I have only seen season one (so far) of G1, so my knowledge of its story is very limited.
Self Insert: Fenix Bronze
Explanation:
Fenix lived their whole life feeling,...empty. Nothing brought them true happiness, nothing was worthwhile. They simply ghosted along through existence, not realizing that the hole in their emotions was due to their soulmate being dead. The brunet eventually stumbled upon a rift through time, crossing over it without even realizing,...until it was too late. They turned back- and the rift was gone.
Fenix had been stranded in the 1970s.- But,...it was like anything else in their life. They simply,...got on with it. Eventually, Fenix picked up a job on an oilrig (same one Spike and Chip work on), eventually becoming a medic.
Variations:
N/A
RISE OF THE BEASTS
This 'verse also encompasses the Bumblebee film.
Self Insert: Solstice 'Alex Pusher'
Explanation:
Solstice never anticipated traveling back in time. But then again, who does?- Nothing in their life could have prepared them for it. Nothing in reality could have ever saved them from it. They'd gone to bed one evening, in the early 2030s- and awoke the next morning in the 1980s.
It took some time to get used to their new 'life'- between mourning the loss of their old one and just trying to survive (after all, they hadn't gone back with a phone, a wallet, anything but their night clothes)- it wasā¦quite the rough transition. But, they were able to get on their feet (eventually)- and now,ā¦they live in a run-down apartment building in Brooklyn.
At least they've made friends with their neighbors, the Diazs- though they really wouldn't have put 'meet soulmate' on their bingo card- let alone 'soulmate's an alien fugitive'.
While unaware of it, Arrow is an entity much like Sari. A protoform that landed on Earth, and was found by a man- their father- who raised him like their own. They were never lied to about being 'adopted', and when they turned eighteen, they were told what little origins Mr. Fable knew. They set out to make a name for themself,...only to fail, and eventually end up working a dead-end job at a drive-in theatre in Detroit.
Variation:
N/A
TRANSFORMERS ONE
Self Insert: Atlas
Explanation:
Atlas fell to Cybertron nearly fifty vorns ago. A humanoid from beyond the stars, with no personal memories of their 'home' planet- but plenty of random facts and information about it. They watched Sentinel plucking cogs from unconscious Cybertronians, and were discovered- and summarily chased. They managed to escape via a power they developed (technokinesis), but their death has been ordered by the Prime's servo. They live on the surface, in a city they call 'The City of Vines'- the only semi-organic on the planet's surface.
They've lived nearly 3,200 human years in complete isolation, save when they were being attacked. As such,...Atlas' trust in Cybertronians is essentially at zero.
Variation:
Unlike the other 'verses, this is the only universe where I would be just-as happy to have Sentinel Prime (or an SG!Sentinel, I can tell you my thoughts on that mech-) portrayed for my self-insert. In that universe, Atlas would have no name,...until being named 'Aether' by Sentinel.
UNICRON TRILOGY
I have only seen the first twenty or so episodes of 'Armada', and I have not seen any of 'Energon' or 'Cybertron' (yet). As such, my knowledge of this universe is...barebones, but I know a bit.
Self Insert: Flynn Ward
Explanation:
A gaming cafe owner, and a total horror/internet horror junkie. Flynn went through a lot in their life- but they can't stand the thought of others being hurt in their place, especially children.
Flynn also ends up with their own minicon companion in this universe- an OC I made called 'Impulse'. Due to a glitch in Impulse's programming, only Flynn can actively use them in combat.
Variation:
N/A
WAR FOR CYBERTRON (NETFLIX // 2020)
I would have no intent to make season three canon, if we were to roleplay this universe. If anything, a lot of the stuff between season two and season three would be ripped out- so it would be up to us to come up with our own take. I mostly like this universe for the overall concept of the initial setting, as well as the art design.
Self Insert: Solar
Explanation:
A human that got killed and isekai'd to Cybertron. Much like Atlas (TFO), they have scraplet teeth and can eat metal/survive Cybertron's toxic atmosphere- but unlike their TFO counterpart, they have the power to 'REPAIR' any mech they come into physical contact with. This power cannot be used to revive the dead- and overuse of it will kill Solar.
But they refuse to just stand by while a war rages all around them...so they spend the majority of their time in the medbay aboard the Ark, after they're initially discovered.
Variation:
N/A
PERSONALIZED WORLDS
When I say 'personalized', I mean that (whether canon or not), these are worlds that have gone completely off the rails from canon. Even attempting to roleplay them would involve a lot of explaining on my side as to how each world functions- let alone how the roleplay would go. I'm more hesitant to dip into double-up RPs concerning these worlds, since they're insanely headcanon based.
HEARTS OF STEEL
Self Insert: North Frewin
Explanation:
A world full of magic and spellcraft, powered by the Earth's core. This world involves concepts from the show 'The Librarians', as well as a variety of web comics. North is a human with an insane amount of mana built up in their system- to the point that, without their suppression collar, they would spontaneously combust. They travel the world gathering artifacts, magics, etc., that are simply too powerful for humanity to handle- and lock it all up at their library, where they officially work as 'the curator'.
This world is loosely based on the concept of the 'Hearts of Steel' comics, wherein the Autobots all transform into trains, as opposed to cars (and human technology has not advanced beyond a steampunk level- though their magic has advanced to nearly futuristic).
Variation:
N/A
THE ENDLESS WAR
Self Insert: Cache File
Explanation:
The higher-ups of Cybertron realized a war was going to break out, and they found the 'key players' of said war. Optimus Prime, Megatron, all their subordinates and would-be warriors,...they were all captured, and hooked up to a massive simulation. Inside this simulation, they would play out their war- on an endless repeat. Some wars were different from others, some kinder, some harsher, some long and some short.- But always, always, it was war. The loop began just before the war would start,...and ended just as the war was finished. Their memory of the previous loop would be erased,...and they would begin again.
Enter 'Cache File', a human that managed to get uploaded into this system. They don't remember how they were before this. What they were before this. All they know is that the war is endless. The loops are endless. There is no escape. They've lived countless lifetimes, countless eternities, as the only one who remembers every single loop. They are neither Player Character nor Non Player Character, staying 'stabilized' even when they enter zones players aren't in (resulting in a glitching world). They are the only one who can find- and use- respawn points, bringing back the dead on either side.
What is the point to eternity, when all you can do is struggle uselessly to escape its bonds?
UNIVERSAL CALAMITY
Self Insert: Tommie Park
Explanation:
If you've ever seen the movie 'Edge of Tomorrow', imagine that- but taken to a universal scale. The Mimics- or as the Cybertronians call them, 'Shifters'- have invaded the universe. Multiple worlds, multiple galaxies have fallen- and humanity and Cybertronians have banded together to destroy this scourge, before it can wipe out all other life.
Tommie Park is a soldier aboard the ship 'The Redeemer', under the command of one 'Optimus Prime'. Much like the main character of 'Edge of Tomorrow', Park has gained the ability to reset time by dying.- An ability that a few of Optimus' soldiers have gained.
The Cybertronian war between Autobots and Decepticons is nonexistent in this 'verse due to the extinction-level event everyone is facing, but tensions are still high between those who wear the Decepticon insignia and those who wear the Autobot insignia.
Variation:
N/A
AWARE OF // NOT BUILT WORLDS
These are iterations of Transformers that I am at least aware of, but I do not have a self-insert built for them, and for a chunk of them, I have seen almost no media related. As such, my knowledge of such universes is rather small. So if you want to RP one of these worlds, please realize that I will be slower for the first few days while I do research/catch up on the iteration, at least enough to make a self-insert.
My knowledge of the characters for these will be incomplete, if not rudimentary or virtually nonexistent. As such, please be patient with me. All I ask. ^w^
I may include the basic concepts I've considered for such 'verses, may not. But my chances of accepting roleplays in these worlds are- relatively low. Not absolutely zero, but low.
CYBERWORLD
Given it's all meant to take place in a video game(?)/simulation (from what I can tell), I would probably make a remix of Memory File- an old OC/SI of mine with technokinesis (the base for Atlas and Solar, actually). Beyond that,...I'm not sure.
EARTHSPARK
I'm relatively uncertain about this one in general. I've seen a few chats OOC, and apparently the ending of season three was very 'miss' with basically everyone. There are also apparently a lot of MegOP undertones, and while I can appreciate everyone's desire to ship,...that makes me more hesitant to RP in this 'verse just as a base.
IDW
All I know about this universe is from screenshots and whatnot on the web. I haven't even been able to find the IDW comics so I can read them- compared to Cyberworld and Earthspark, my knowledge of this comic is nearly nonexistent. The same can be said for the final 'verse,...
SKYBOUND
Like I said- I know almost nothing about this universe beyond what's been mentioned at the edges of my social sphere and the like. In both IDW and Skybound's cases, it would take me a while of research just to get to a point where I felt comfortable making an SI/roleplaying in the 'verse. So if you'd like either of those iterations, I'll need ample warning- and I do beg for patience.
IN CONCLUSION,...
I do hope you enjoyed reading this RP ad- it undoubtedly got long as absolute fuck. I don't look forward to tagging this monster,...- Anyway. If you're interested, feel free to shoot me a message either on Discord or over E-Mail, since I won't see any DMs sent to this blog. Do keep in mind that my energy hasn't been the greatest of late (so responses may be a bit slow)- I mostly put this down to see if anyone would be interested in such a double-up RP. If I get a bite,...I will be tackling you violently /lh.
Please go under the cut if you're truly interested. I'm not opposed to roleplaying through one of the other shows/canons (within reason- feel free to reach out and ask!), so long as Optimus Prime (or Orion Pax, depending) can be roleplayed for my SI.
All of my RP Ads concern doubling up, so I would also portray a character of your choice for you.
[General RP Preferences/Requirements]
AD STATUS: CLOSED (0/1)
Most of the specifics for my rules and whatnot are in the 'General RP Preferences/Requirements' post that was linked above.
Soulmate AU
This would apply to all of the RPs/worlds, regardless of which one you want to RP in- so please keep it in mind!
Some entities are born with soulmates. There are two ties between soulmates- the physical and the metaphysical.
The Physical tie shows itself as a winding thread, interwoven red strings (made of fabric if organic, or wires if mechanical) that are tied to each soulmate's left little finger/digit. This thread passes through solid objects, and can only be touched by a soulmate's bare skin/plating. Only those who are part of the tie can see it. It hangs between soulmates, always showing the way to one's other half.
The Metaphysical tie shows itself in how soulmates can communicate. Similar to how comm-links function, soulmates can send one another 'messages' over their bond. These messages can be datapacks, memories, thoughts, sensations- anything and everything. Anything sent over the bond is automatically translated to the receiver. This can, however, be hacked if one of the soulmates is a Cybertronian. It can be used to send viruses, plant false memories, send messages from a third party- so on and so forth.
Soulmates are not tied to one another's life. If one dies, that will not cause the other to die. However, the death of a soulmate is a painful experience. The thread fades to gray and snaps, before disappearing- and it has been mentioned that it feels 'like one's spark/soul is being ripped apart'.
If the soulmates are in separate universes, or separated by dimensions, then their thread will simply hang until roughly about a foot away from their body- before disappearing into nothingness. The thread will still 'hang' in the direction of where one's soulmate would be, if they were in the same universe.
And beyond that,...the worlds I'm interested in will be separated by 'verse, and under each banner will be a brief description of the SI variant I have for that world! Have fun!
Bold and Blue - Highest Desire
Bold - High Desire
Italics - Moderate Desire
Normal Text - Low Desire
Note: These are listed in (as close as I can get to) alphabetical order.
Transformers Animated
Arrow Fable is a techno-organic that knows they're not from Earth,...but they choose to claim as such. They work in Detroit as a drive-in theatre employee, though a chunk of their off-time is spent keeping an eye on Sari Sumdac, the daughter of Isaac Sumdac. They're playful and kind, and try not to swear when Sari's around,...but when they're on their own (or away from the kid), Arrow curses like a sailor. Despite having failed to reach their dreams in life, they refuse to let go of having a 'positive' outlook on life.
The Bayverse
Echo Lennox is the younger sibling of William Lennox- adopted out of their previous home after their parents were discovered to be incredibly abusive, they've grown up in a military home full of acceptance and love. They received military training right alongside their brother, but instead of going full-on into the military, they opened up a bath bomb shop in Chicago. They used some of the profits to ensure Mr. and Mrs. Lennox had a peaceful retirement (and eventual passing), and now work at their shop as often as they can. They have an understanding of chemicals that borders on being a mad scientist, but Echo sticks to making their bath bombs.
At least, until one fateful day when their old truck dies on them...and they go and purchase a cheap, worn-down old semi-truck with their thread hanging from the left mirror. Who knew buying those odd looking glasses on eBay a few days prior would land them in the mess of the millennia?
Transformers: One
Atlas doesn't remember anything before landing on Cybertron, who-knows-how-long ago. They've been living there for what feels like forever, no memory of their life before- but aware that everything about them is inherently wrong. From teeth that can bite through metal, to being able to ingest it, to controlling technology with their mind, to not having suffocated on the planet a long time ago...they're simply lost. And after a run-in with Sentinel that nearly resulted in their death, they're not all that keen on finding answers.
A feeling that eases the day they crash into the life of Orion Pax, a miner from the depths of Iacon.
Transformers Prime
Ash Brooks was a simple librarian in Jasper, Nevada- until one fateful night when they decided to go out for McDonald's, only to spot a semi-truck in the parking lot with their thread hanging off the left mirror on their way out. Ever since, it's been chaos and Hell- between trying to keep Raf safe and trying not to die to the 'Bots, let alone the 'Cons, they're just doing their best. On the bright side, everyone already thought they were crazy because they spoke to their car before meeting Optimus and his crew...
Transformers: Rise of the Beasts (2023)
Alex Pusher is not as 'human' as one can get. They're far from it, actually.- Isekai'd to the past, originally from 2033, they've gotten used to life in 1990s America...somewhat. Being both a demiboy (FtM) and having a face that makes them look like they're fourteen has done them no favors, and despite being good at coding...they couldn't get a job as a web designer. So, they're a warehouse employee- or at least, they try to be.
However, their whole world got turned upside down the day they came across a certain semi-truck- who they'd quickly come to find was an alien from outer space named Optimus Prime...who also happened to be their soulmate.
Bright side, Solstice can actually be themself around these odd aliens.
Note: I would prefer Optimus' personality be changed in Rise of the Beasts (2023) simply because...this movie genuinely did not feel like Optimus Prime. I'm open to hashing out the details.
Transformers: Robots in Disguise (2001)
Comet Trail was a long-time family friend of Dr. Onishi- a mainstay that helped him through life after the loss of his wife shortly after the birth of his son. While Mrs. Onishi was Comet's friend first, they still gave Dr. Onishi their best- and eventually ended up becoming Koji's godfather, in case anything ever happened to Dr. Onishi.
They run a book cafe in the city, and do their best to take care of Koji whenever his father is away on business trips (which...has become more and more frequent, of late). They like combing glitter into their hair- makes it sparkly.
War for Cybertron (Netflix // 2020)
Solar's life had been going just fine, honestly. Up until they were found by their abusive older brother, who managed to get them fired from their job, frame them for a crime, and steal their house right out from under their nose. Essentially tossed to the streets, they'd resolved to get back on their own two legs and come back swinging- only to be promptly run over when their ankle abandoned them.
They would wake up a few seconds after they felt their skull caving in to a world in smoke and ash, barely clinging on to the top of the chassis of the mech whom they'd come to know as Optimus Prime. A single, simple prompt flashing in a blue game-esque window in their vision:
[Do you want to REPAIR { Optimus Prime }?]
Note: Honestly, Optimus Prime in the Netflix version of 'War for Cybertron' was an idiot. I will be requesting that you not use the same personality.
G1 // Armada
I don't have self-inserts built for either of these versions yet, but I am interested- so there's that! I've only seen the first few episodes of either, so I can't say I know the whole series in-and-out.
G1 would presumably be another isekai/time-travel themed self-insert, meanwhile Armada would be updated to the modern era (though I have no concept for a self-insert in it). However, I'm not against trying to roleplay either if the other party is interested!
Please go under the cut if you're truly interested. This RP Ad is specifically for the Transformers trilogy, 'War for Cybertron'- or (even more specifically), something pre-Siege or starting at the time of Siege.
I would politely ask that you be willing to portray Optimus Prime for me, and I will be willing to portray a character in turn for your OC/Canon/SI.
All of my RP Ads concern doubling up (you portray a character for me, I portray a character for you), and heavily focus on romance.
[General RP Preferences/Requirements]
AD STATUS:Ā CLOSED (0/1).
General Info
Hello there! My name isĀ Writer- and Iām a twenty-four year oldā¦thing. Still trying to figure out if Iām a demiboy or nonbinary, though Iāve said Iām nonbinary for five years, now- so feel free to assume that. I shall assume youāve already read the General RP Preferences/Requirements post, soā¦onward!
Story Thoughts/OC Ideas
I am honestly most interested in the RP itself starting before the events of Siege (but definitely well into the war). It'd let us flesh out the characters! ^^ And there would obviously be canon divergence (forgive me but I do think WfC!Bumblebee's arc is impossible)...and I usually try to tailor-edit the universe to fit the other person's wants (as well as my own),...so...I'm afraid I don't have much to add beyond that (for now).
I haven't made a document or post for them yet, but my main thought process for an SI for WfC is a human that either got isekai'd, teleported, or somehow gated to Cybertron- and gained a near-scraplet like internal physiology. Solar doesn't remember their name (they choose 'Solar' upon being asked- they can't remember what they used to look like, their old name, but they can access facts and figures about Earth, life there, etc.).
They're fast as Hell (for brief periods of time), but incapable of flight/transforming- and can live on metal, though it isn't for the best (their body still functions best on organic food, like what's on Earth). Upon touching a damaged Cybertronian, they are offered a pop-up asking if they want to repair said Cybertronian. (Bringing a 'bot back from death would kill them, fatal wounds knock them out for a full solar cycle, minor wounds just make them dizzy/faint/tired.)
I've finished watching the trilogy, though honestly, I would probably rip the whole storyline apart so we could make something else on the skeleton!
Soulmate AUā¦
Unlike other ads, Iāve officially settled on my personal soulmate AU preference for the Transformers franchise! While Iām not against doing another tie, my default (and preferred) tie is two things:
Being able to send your soulmate messages (mentally).
A red string is tied to the pinkie of your left hand. The other end- is tied to the pinkie of your soulmateās left hand. Anyone who is not part of the given soulmate tie cannot see the string.
Everything under the cut is taken from my RP ad I attempted to post to Reddit- to no avail. You're welcome to read if you'd like, and I look forward to any reach-outs I get!
Please keep in mind, that when I say 'OC' (for my side at least), I mean a self-insert- so a character very heavily based on my real-life self. Since I wrote this all in a subreddit that doesn't allow links in posts, I also have a very basic outline of my preferences attached.
CLOSED.
Hello there! My name isĀ Writer, and I'm a 24-year old nonbinary (demiboy? Unsure- but they/them either way) person, currently in a huge want for a Transformers Soulmate AU RP! I'm down to double-up, writing a character for you/your OC/Canon/etc., so long as you write a character for me (and I would lightly requestĀ Optimus Prime, but if you're unsure about portraying him, I do have a few others at the bottom of the post!). I live in the EST timezone, a fair warning- and I'm not always available at the same times each day! I try to reply to RPs about once every other day, once a week if I'm utterly swamped.
Gonna be going by bullet-point for the other stuff, since it's nice and snappy! Let's-a go!
What I'm Looking For:
Literate to Semi-Novella (6+ Paragraphs per character)
3rd Person, Past-Tense
20+ Years Old
Lover of Romanceā¢ (Decidedly, not required, but definitely a plus!)
Alright with chatting OOC!
...that didn't last long! But- figured it would be wiser to show what I'm looking for in terms of RP partner sooner as opposed to later. Onto the AU itself!--- And the various versions of Transformers I'd be fine RP'ing in with it. Please keep in mind that I only have characters fully fleshed-out for Prime and the Bayverse (Optimus' other specifically)- so if you want to portray another character for my side, it may be a day or so before I have a character ready!
About The RP:
Soulmate AU: Soulmates have a red string tied around their left pinkie that is also tied around their soulmate's left pinkie- said string can only be seen by soulmates, and leads directly to their other half. Soulmates can also send one another mental messages, which can contain anything from actual thoughts, to memories, so on and so forth.
The RP would focus aĀ lotĀ on the romance genre. I love roleplaying romance and ships- so be ready for my hopeless romantic insanity to kick into high gear!
My OC would be a human,Ā regardless of iteration. A fair warning!
In any of these, the RP would start at the start of the series, and follow it through to its eventual conclusion- though our added characters would undoubtedly influence the plot, which IĀ liveĀ for.
I would request that you be alright with steam/NSFW at some point- since I do enjoy incorporating that into my stories. Itās not a requirement for this RP ad/franchise- but itās definitely preferred.
Variations:
BoldĀ - High Desire //Ā ItalicsĀ - Moderate Desire // Normal -- Minimal Desire
Prime: Interested inĀ Optimus Prime,Ā Wheeljack, Soundwave, or Megatron.
Bayverse: Interested inĀ Optimus PrimeĀ or Bumblebee.
Animated: Interested inĀ Optimus Prime,Ā Swindle, or Bumblebee.
TF: One: Interested inĀ Orion Pax.
RiD: 2001: Interested inĀ Optimus Prime,Ā any of the Bullet Train Team (Railspike, Rapid Run, or Midnight Express), or REV.
Beyond this, the versions I list- I do not have the best knowledge of/have never seen the complete show. Fair warning!
And I can portray just about anyone (or so I'd like to think)- though if they're from G1 or Armada, I may ask for some patience! And if you're interested- feel free to reach out! I've included a small list of things I'd like to receive in a 'first message', if you don't know what to say!
Despite saying in all my RP ads/rules/etc. that I absolutely abhor a relationship that's toxic,...I do- in some deep, twisted part of my mind that I refuse to ever indulge- want to try my hand at something akin to a yandere. Not from my SIs- but from the characters I request (Optimus, Shadow the Hedgehog, Toshinori Yagi,. etc...)- nothing intense, but just. A character who is kiiiinda questionably obsessed. They don't go so far as to injure their darling, or kill others (unless said person is morally bankrupt/they figure their darling won't mind)- but damn if they aren't absolutely lost.
Also in that vein, I'd request something like Shattered Glass!Optimus (a variant who would gradually be turned to the side of good by the SI), or even Megatron or Soundwave- but solely as the above. Because I absolutely adore fluffy romance, but there is just something about characters going batshit crazy for their love that just...jeezum. Figure it'd be fun, at least once.
Like- imagine Megatron as a slight yandere. Hot damn, I'd die- but fuck would it be wild as shit.
Name: Kit the Cat
Nickname(s): Kit-Kat.
Pronouns: They/Them.
Gender: Demiboy (AFAB, top surgery completed, no intent on bottom surgery).
Nation: United States.
Age, D. o. B.: 30, February 21st XXXX.
Sexuality/Romance: Pansexual/Panromantic.
All other info is under the cut!
Appearance
Height: 2' 8"
Weight: 65lbs
Body Type: Trapezoid
Hair: Mostly white, short, with splashes of dark brown and caramel/honey-brown (like a calico). Hair atop their head is also 'short and choppy', but in a more humanized manner. Seems to stick up on the back of their head.
Eyes: Dull hazel.
Scars: Cut above left eye, cut from bottom of left cheek to just above their lip (left), burn scar on left hand, matching mastectomy scars on chest.
Tattoos: None.
Piercings: None.
Faceclaim: Haruhi Fujioka.
General Description: Standing at 2' 8" (post-transformation), Kit is a devon rex/calico cat hybrid mobian with a long, thin tail. They have large cat ears- but no noticeable whiskers to speak of (though their muzzle is very furry and fluffy, and dotted with freckles that seem to somehow affect the color of a select few hairs on their face). They generally wear blue slip-on shoes, as well as shorts with a vast variety of pockets- though after their transformation, they took the opportunity to try to stop wearing shirts in public (not that it doesn't scare the ever-loving shit out of them). Beyond their scars and freckles, they did seem to keep their original eye color- which is a rather dull hazel hue.
Notable Features: They have freckles all across their cheeks and along their nose, but their cheeks are usually slightly rosy- which allows their freckles to hide, for the most part (like their fur doesn't, already). The majority of their scars (the noticeable ones) are on the left side of their body, but they do have an assortment of cat-scratch scars from earlier on in their life. There are various thin lines on their body where said scars are, that hair doesn't grow from. This gives their fur a faintly patchy appearance to those that notice the scarring. The fur is completely missing from their left hand (front-facing), due to their burn scar.
Likes: Dragons, fantasy, creepypasta, hard caramel candies, blue, strawberry smoothies, milkshakes, Red Bull.
Dislikes: Most run-of-the-mill soaps, pink, PvP.
Hobbies: Reading, gaming, bowling.
Loves: Rain, petrichor, yellow, chocolate ice cream, walking.
Hates: Flying insects, intense/serious competition, snow.
Phobias: Cucumbers (side-effect of their species transition), deep water, immense heights, bees.
Inventory && Abilities/Stats
Pocket Contents: Pocket knife, wallet, hand sanitizer, carabiner (keys & an Optimus Prime keychain charm).
Weapon of Choice: Pocket knife (eventually reinforced by Tails).
Ability One: Chaos Transferal - Kit, while they are initially unaware of this ability, can take either the latent Chaos Energy in the air (or in a given target), and transfer it to a target of their choice- so long as they are touching the source of the power they wish to transfer away from.
Ability Two: Chaos Kinesis - Spawning from Chaos Transferal, if Kit ever got the hang of it, they would eventually gain the ability to make projectiles and the like by drawing both upon their own Chaos Energy, and that which would be in the air around them.
Ability Three: Mobian Physiology - Due to being a mobian, Kit's body is far sturdier than that of a human. They can take a number of attacks that would normally break bones and come out with only bruises- or take what would be a fatal blow to a human, and only come out with broken limbs. They are also (for the most part) immune to fall damage, so long as they land on their feet.
Weakness One: Semi-Deaf - While Kit is not entirely deaf, they are very much not all-there in terms of hearing ability. They have a hard time understanding anyone who talks at a normal speaking volume unless the environment around them is absurdly quiet. As such, Kit has gotten very good at reading lips. They also know ASL, though they default to speaking English as opposed to signing.
Note: Kit is neither trained in- nor brilliant at- combat, initially. Their speed (compared to Sonic and his friends) is utterly laughable, but they make up for it in being incredibly agile and sneaky- similar to a certain bat-friend of Shadow's.
History
Kit- originally Samantha- was raised in a home that seemed loving and caring on the surface, but underneath...was full of abuse. Not a day went by that they were not reminded of their use, that they were hurt if they dared refuse an order or try to find a place to remain calm and hide. A lot of their childhood was a mix of being treated like a slave by their siblings, and being ignored if they failed to meet the appropriate standards, by their parents.
Samantha couldn't stand it, and the moment they graduated high school- they fled their home. They managed to find a well-meaning stranger- Mr. Tanaka- who would quickly become a life-long friend. He helped them get on their feet, listened as they explained themself and how they felt- and even encouraged them when they chose to get top surgery, a few years later. He managed to convince his own employers, the Thorndykes, to take Samantha- now Kit- in as an employee. They were initially Mr. Thorndyke's assistant, but as the years went on, they shifted from that to helping out Mr. Tanaka and Ella- and eventually, from that to keeping Christopher Thorndyke company, as well as teaching him about the world.
Now, at 30, they are essentially paid to be Christopher Thorndyke's friend- though they do their best to still help Mr. Tanaka and Ella around the mansion (they got banned from helping either cook after they nearly set the whole building on fire...).
Notes
Their breed is a mix between a devon rex, a calico, and a few other unknown felines. When the world-shift happened thanks to Chaos Control, Kit's entire DNA structure basically got thrown for a proverbial loop.
They've known Mr. Tanaka for twelve years- as such, the two are really good friends, and Mr. Tanaka has learned how to interpret Kit's nonverbal moments.
Kit has 'shut down' and 'lock in' episodes, due to the way their brain generally functions.
They avoid crowds and parties to the best of their ability- only ever attending whenever they're invited by friends, or somewhere familiar.
Kit would love walking in the park, if the bees there didn't scare them half to death every time.
Due to their shitty upbringing, Kit tends to be factually honest- but rarely emotionally honest.
Their bedroom has more of a 'gaming' vibe, but the setup is basically like the above photo (at least, their bed and whatnot).
Imagine the long car rides with Optimus, sitting in the driver seat, hands off the wheel and singing whatever song you requested the auto-bot to play through the radio- Giggling as you āpretendā to drive whenever a cop is in the next lane. Just days long car ridesā¦ stopping wherever you want to for the night. Stargazing in the middle of the desert, dozing off and him pulling off the road, tires digging into the dirt as he does so.
The lights slowly turning off one by one, but he leaves the engine on- just until heās assured that you are deep in sleep, letting it be a white-noise for you.
Kissing the dashboard!!! He canāt go into his bipedal form when there are strangers around, so itās the closest you can get.
Him revving the engine when you kiss the plastic out of the blue, the rumble shaking the cab of the truck.
SUBJECT: the underground of belobog is a cruel, dark place where it's a competition of the fittest. sweet, little clara is lucky to have svarog as her guardian, but you're even luckier to be able to... heh, get to know him ;)
MESSAGE: nothing to pay but ur dignity babygurl š„“
( uh me and my doujinshi writing ass at it again; reader is a SLā /svarog counterattack/; overstimulation; robot fuckingā¦ duh; svarog is treated as an oversized vibrator cuz that is what he is!!!Ā )
you're not exactly sure when clara pulled you into her little family dynamic with svarogā the svarog, leader of the vagrants, protector of the underworld, and for the longest time, the barrier between upper and lower belobog. sure, you liked telling her the children's stories you've read from natasha's bookshelves, and accompanying her around as her personal bodyguard while she looked through scraps to find supplies for the vagrants.
but you feel like, even as clara tugs you by the sleeve, that stepping foot into the svarog's lair is a biiit too much.
your cold sweat and pale face as the large, rickety gates swing open for clara (and you) says all that needed to be said. your stiff body follows clara as she pulls you inside. "um, claraā¦" you start, your shaky voice betraying any kind of macho you try to summon. "i don't think this is a good ideaā¦ i'm from wildfire, you know? svarog and our relationship is a bitā¦ y'know."
clara's a smart kid. of course she knows. but she looks up at you, as innocent and hopeful as she can be, and pleads with you. "it's okay!" she says. "i've told mr. svarog all about you before! in fact, he's the one who told me to invite you, just so he can properly thank you!"
"h-he did?!" is all you could yelp before she and her traffic light perkins whisked you away to their home.
a few moments later, you're face to face with the big bad robot himself, his lone red eye peering down at you seven foot above. you gulp, clenching onto clara's soft hand for support. "h-hello, sir svarogā¦" your voice cracks. "nice to meet youā¦?"
"my data says that meetings between parents and their children's educators are common between human life forms," his deep and rusty voicebank echoes throughout the room. "a parent-teacher conference, they call it."
you shrink further into your uniform. "umā¦ i'm not really her teacherā¦" your voice is so small even you yourself can barely hear it.
"that is obvious," he states. "according to your data, you lack the qualifications for being a professional educator. nevertheless, you've taught clara a great many things. she isā¦ happy, whenever she talks about you. i hope you continue to spend time with her."
"i told you!" clara leaps up with joy and clings to your arm. her smile is so great that it gives you a literal heartache as it squeezes from how cute she is. "mr. svarog likes you!"
you swear svarog's eye glints, and you double swear his gaze is directed at the red bandanna wrapped around your arm. you'd give him the staredown too, if you were brave enough, that is. after all, what kind of robot needed pants anyway?
that robot needed pants because he needed to hide the luggage he was packing underneath. because if he had that out in the open, you swear any of your cowardice would have evaporated and you'd climb that big hunk of metal like a tree just to get that branch inside of you.
AHEM! what you meant to say wasā¦ oh, whatever, no use saving the very little dignity you have left.Ā
the first time you drool over him is when he protects you from the cold. it was a wildfire expedition gone wrong and you underestimated a rogue robot, and the vagrant camp was so unfriendly without clara around. frostbite made you delirious, so any sort of fear vanished when you yelled through the rusty gates for some sort of savior.
only when the world begins to go dark do you feel a giant metal hand cup your back, and your feet swing in the air. when you finally come to, it's by the crackling fireplace. the world is still blurry when you sit up and see svarogās hulking body looming over you. in other circumstances, you might have run away as soon as you can, but the near frostbite has made you delirious, andā¦ well, svarogās looking too sexy for a piece of scrap metal.
āngh, ah ā”~ā svarogās one metal hand is large enough to encompass your whole lower body. he cups it as gently as a warforged robot can, and he bullies your throbbing clit with his finger while youāre left shaking under him. his red eye glints as he observes your expressionsā drooling and eyes rolled back, a happy grin on your face as you rub back against his finger. āmā more~ more please!ā his cupped hand bounces you up and down, and you squeal in delight as it heightens the stimulations even further.Ā
āyā you can vibrate, right?ā you gasp when svarog rubs your clit juuust right, and you pleadingly look up at him with tears in your eyes. āthā that makes senseā¦ robots allā ngh! r-right there, pleaseā vibrate, donāt they? jusā comes with the machines ān all that, hehe~ā
youāre quite the talkative one, arenāt you? svarog isnāt exactly used to this, given that all the architects and elites he served in the past were so quiet and distant while they used him. āwhat exactly are you insinuating, [your name]?ā
āoh, come on!ā you pout frustratedly. āv-vibrate for me, will ya? i need more! this isnāt cutting it for me anymoreā a-aaH ā” yes yesyesyesyesyes! right there, oh my gosh, right there!!ā
his data tells him that youāre at the height of ecstasy as he watches you arch your back and kick your feet. your fucked out laughs as you continue to beg for more is the sign that tells him that heās doing a good job, and putting one and one together, he increases the vibration setting and you devolve into orgasmic screams.
āah ā” ah ā”! ahhh ā”ā” wh-what the fuck, svaroggg!!! ā”ā the vibration on your poor, swollen clit is too much as he continues to rock you up and down while pressing the vibrating finger down. āiā i never told you toā ahh ā”ā increase ittttt!ā
āis this not necessary?ā svarog questions. heās so used to cold and unflinching āclientsā that heās not exactly sure what to do with a human as expressive and loud as you. ārecords tell me that further simulation will bring you to what humans call an āorgasm.āā
āiām, nggh, iāve already orgasmed, you idiot!ā you sob as you flail your legs, squirming and kicking as if that will loosen his grasp on you. āoh, ooooh~ t-too much!ā
ah. so this is an orgasm. while this does not fit the algorithmic standards for the measurement of beauty, svarog surmises that this is ābeautifulā to him. itās his reward for a job well-done, as all worthy leaders give to their soldiers. āapologies, [your name], but i fear that my past experiences have not given me sufficient data on what constitutes an āorgasm.ā clara adores you very much, and i do not wish to strain you at the expense of her anxiety. so, if you would allow itāā
something pushes at the tip of your hole, and you widen your eyes when you look and discover that heās slowly bullying his way into you. you grip his metal arms for safety and stare at him with wide eyes.
āif all goes according to plan, you should have nothing to worry about.ā you donāt know how to feel comforted when he says it in that apathetic-sounding (yet super hot) voice of his. āhuman orifices can be trained to take in objects larger than themā i should have you sitting on myā¦ cock, as they call it, at the end of the day.ā
OK I have a hard time telling who does and doesnāt like it so reblog this if youāre a selfshipper who is ok with getting anonymous f/o messages, notes, letters, greetings, etc in your inbox
(and to anyone who likes writing them, you can use this post to find people who enjoy accepting them)
