As it says in the description; I go by Fi, Charlie, or Beau and I use He/They/It pronouns. I’ve been self-shipping privately since 2016 and publicly since 2019.
Notes/details -
💟 Content will very rarely dip into NSFW. The tag for this is #not safe for babies
💟 No ship hate is intended nor accepted here. Meaning, if I insert myself into a preexisting ship it doesn’t mean I hate said ship - I just happen to like both characters involved
💟 I am happy to share any F/Os with the exception of any OCs of mine or AU versions of characters (specifically Human!AUs)
💟 The link to my F/O list doesn’t work on mobile, unfortunately. The URL for mobile users is fr3aky-s3lf-sh1pp1ng.tumblr.com/fos
💟 F/O List | BYF under the cut 💟
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💟 No TERFs/Radfems, A-Spec exclusionists, LGBTQ+-phobia in general, Truscum/Transmeds, ableism, N*zis, or p*dophiles allowed here
I notice everyone is sharing their pets. Hope a chicken is okay. She's so precious to me. 🥺😭
Sure! A pet is a pet even if it doesn’t have fur!
Clingy
Tarn x Reader
• Wheezing as you come awake, Tarn’s masked face presses against your neck as he rumbles lazily and tosses an arm across you. Crushing you under his weight. Because the only time he wants to cuddle? When he’s deep in his recharge. Hear him growl, masked face rubbing against you. “Tarn, stop,” you grumble, elbowing back against him. Only for him to grunt and roll backwards, an arm dragging you with him so you end up sideways across his chassis. “Tarn.”
• Servos flexing to grip your softness, he almost smiles behind his mask at your flustered gasp when he squeezes. Drifting in that warm space between recharge and alertness, he’s aware of your warmth sprawled on top of him. Of the familiar smell of you clinging to him. Growling when you squirm and try to push up, he reaches and fumbles blindly until he finds the back of your head and he pulls you back down, clearing his vents at your soft huff of laughter.
• Shoulders shaking trying not to laugh at him as he cups your head to him so your cheek is smashed against his chassis, his other hand squeezes your butt. Again. And there’s no getting loose until he comes out of recharge. Which could be a while. “Tarn,” you mutter when his servos flex and brush your inner thigh. Reaching up, you hook a finger in his mask trying to not touch his shuttered optic and his rumbling deepens to a warning growl.
• Optics opening as you tug at his mask, he vents. “Up to mischief?” He asks, voice low and your eyes flick up to meet his optics. Before you unhook his mask and lift it. And his optics shutter when you ghost your fingertips over the scarring on his face. Feels you push up slightly before you lean over him, mouth brushing his. Unbothered by his damaged face. Or maybe just used to it.
• Peppering kisses against his scars, his optics finally reopen. And like every other time, you get lost in that red glow. One of his big hands slides against your side, servos tracing over you. Reaching to cup his face in your hands, the tips of his servos slide higher. Pressing gently like he’s finding your ribs. Exploring. “Morning,” you whisper as his palms slide back down to cup your waist. ‘Go back to recharge,’ he growls, servos digging in just enough to make you squirm on him. Easing down to lay on him, you don’t bother to correct him and tell him you sleep. Know that he knows.
I wonder if human that was assigned to Helex in soft au would survive more than one day
🤣 maybe? I do like his smaller secondary arms for… holding things. Didn’t realize he had a third party figure, but yikes, he’s expensive
Soft
Helex x Reader
• Knuckle joints of his bigger primary hands cracking satisfyingly, he can’t stop running through names in his head. Or seeing targets. Because there’s so many of them here. Traitors just waiting to be punished. Toys to be played with until he breaks them. So he can’t really understand why they’re not doing their job. Why Megatron is playing nice with the Autobots. Or why they’re all humoring these soft, little organics. Trusts in Megatron and Tarn, but it’s frustrating. Boring. Can’t help but wonder what would happen if he put an organic inside his chassis, let his heating elements cook them. Would they burn and char to ash? Would their wet, squishy insides boil?
• High priority assignment means you get a one time hazard pay concession, but you’re pretty sure it also means the higher-ups expect whatever giant alien they’ve assigned you to is going to stomp you flat for shits and giggles. And that’s not exactly reassuring as you fidget with the collar of your new coveralls and drag your cart to your stall. Maybe your Cybertronian won’t even show? Know you’re supposed to go hunt them down if that happens, but you really don’t want to. Inhaling slowly, you round the corner and your knees start shaking. Because that’s a big, guy. With two sets of arms, either one more than capable of grabbing you and pulling you apart.
• Optics narrowing, it was mostly boredom that brought him to the stall. Curious to see what organic was brave or stupid enough to imagine they could court him. And you’re staring up at him, meeting his optics like you’re not the least bit intimidated. Maybe there’s something wrong with you, because war hardened mechs cry and beg for their worthless lives at the sight of him. Head tilting as you slowly inhale and then have the audacity to smile, he rumbles.
• You’re going to freaking pass out any second, your heart hammering in your chest as you force a smile that probably looks insane. “Hello, sir!” You stammer out, voice cracking so you sound deranged. And every instinct is screaming at you to run even as your knees lock, betraying you. Unable to move as the massive mech growls and takes a step your way. Can’t move. Can hear your own quick breaths as your head tilts back and he crouches, one of those huge primary hands smacking down on the concrete far too close to you.
• Corner of his mouth twitching as you just stare up at him, wide eyes never leaving his optics, you’re bold. Foolish, but bold. Could take you apart far more easily than a mech. So easily. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t. Where’s the sport, the fun in breaking you when you don’t have the courtesy or instincts to be afraid? Venting in annoyance to make you lean back, he studies you. “Do you know who I am? What I do?” He demands and you just keep smiling up at him, baring those blunt teeth. Huffing out a harsh laugh when you don’t cower, he straightens. “Alright then. Entertain me.” One he gets bored, then he can play.
A lil transformers mtmte x brooklyn 99 I saw on tt to make you laugh: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS5xX382c/
Ngl I can see Rodimus pulling this bs and the fact it works is why Ultra Magnus keeps letting him be a part of this tbh 😅
Not Scavengers but if you ever do get around to writing Tesarus in the Soft Au then my left kidney is yours lol
Stay hydrated (with water) and healthy... and that includes eating more than once a day if possible... (this is coming from someone working in healthcare and know this comes a place of care, worry, professional opinion, and personal experience... please eat, Revel 😭😭)
🤣 I promise I’m alright. I feel better than I did, but I’m just leery of eating at work in case it makes me sick to my stomach.
Soft
Tesarus x Reader
• First Tarn, then Helex. Maybe these little organics just have no self preservation? Makes him wonder what would happen to one if he put them into the drum of his chassis with the teeth going. He’s guessing he’d get a slurry and probably smacked by Nickel. There’s not much to these creatures, so they’d have to just liquefy. Rumbling in amusement as he eyes a couple of the organics walking past, his claspers flex. Wanting to seize one and drag it to himself. To play. Might as well if he can’t have any real fun.
• Adjusting your backpack, you keep going over your list. Playing liaison for the supply department and the caretakers hasn’t exactly gone how you’d expected. Mostly, you’ve somehow become the one they like to air their grievances to. Like they think you’re affiliated with HR or anyone that can do anything about their assigned mechs being unruly. How many times have you heard someone whining about their alien being grabby? Hard to feel bad for them when they make more than you do, though. They got a bonus just to deal with grabby aliens. Personally? You want nothing to do with the Cybertronians. Skin prickling as you spot a group ahead with a creepy, alien dog, you stay close to the far wall to jog past.
• Glancing at Kaon fussing over the Pet, he rumbles and looks away. It’s not that he’s lonely. He’s not. Bored, though? Never been so bored in his whole life and he can’t stand it. And he spots an organic hurrying past. Helex and Tarn both got approached. Both are being courted as laughable as it is. Doesn’t care about having a weird alien conjunx, but what he does care about? That they get some entertainment and he doesn’t.
• “You’ll do.” Barely have time to register the rough, growling voice is talking to you before servos grab your backpack and your feet leave the ground. Head turning, you stare at the sharp, jagged teeth lining the inner cavity of Mr. Sentient Woodchipper and you start struggling to unbuckle the front clip of your back pack. Might break a leg in the fall, but maybe you can drag yourself away from this nightmare. “Where do you think you’re going to go?” He laughs, the sound rumbling through you as those teeth whir to life to make you freeze. ‘I’m not helping you pick chunks out if you stick weird stuff in there,’ the smallest of the aliens growls and your captor clears his vents dramatically.
• “Where’s your sense of fun?” He demands, rumbling when you manage to undo the straps on your bag and he extends his arm, a leg lifting and you bounce off his knee to go rolling. And immediately scramble to your tiny feet and run with a scream. Watching you go, he tosses the bag at Nickel’s peds. “See what you did? It got away.” Following, his claspers shift restlessly. Wonders if you realize he’d stopped you from falling inside his chipper. Doubts it. It’s no fun if the game ends too soon, though. “Here, little human. I just want to play.”
Wish I could figure out why some tags don't work correctly. Like one F/O will have 2 different tags, both of which are visually the exact same
Like Vos has 2: ˚₊‧꒰ა❤%EF%B8%8EVos | Forestock❤%EF%B8%8E໒꒱ ‧₊ and ˚₊‧꒰ა❤%EF%B8%8EVos |%C2%A0Forestock❤%EF%B8%8E໒꒱ ‧₊, both of which are copy + pasted from the same source
