If you don't mind, might I ask how you found my archive?
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Not a talker? No, no! That's alright! That's- quite fine, I'm just glad to see another person to be honest, it's been... it's been a long time.
Well, come on in, please don't mind the mess on the floor! I wasn't exactly expecting company. Oh-! But if you come here more often, I'll be sure to clean up to the best of my abilities!
Would you like some tea? I've got all kinds of flavors! Sugar or honey?
Oh! Oh... You aren't here for tea, are you? Don't be embarrassed, I can see it in your eyes! This place is an archive for a reason. It's just been so long since someone requested my services, I forgot.
I tend to be a bit forgetful, haha!...
Now, my archive might be a bit dusty, but it's not behind by any means! I have my... way, when it comes to adding stories to the collection, but rest assured that you will find what you seek! If you ever need to find something, just come to my desk, it's just over there, see?
But before you go running off or asking for guidance, I ask that you read through the rules, they're just to your right. Yeah, that piece of paper stapled to the bookshelf! Please, please don't ask...
sum Blackarachnia lovee<3 eventual poly with Optimus(?)
I Know The End — TFA Blackarachnia x f!Reader
This wasn't her, but it was the only version of her she still knew. Every day, she looked into the mirror and Blackarachnia was reminded of the things that haunted her. Relentless and tenacious like the silk that spilled through the unfamiliar ports on her body. Once covered in chrome and gold, now a horrific amalgamation of metal and faux organic. Each day it played out a little differently in her head: maybe she could have gotten out of there quicker, maybe she never used her abilities, maybe help had come sooner and the associates she trusted never gave up on her like she was something dispensable. There was pressure behind her multi-lens optics in a way she wasn't able to describe before. She still hadn't found a name to call it. How many cycles had passed since she tried curing herself of this disease? Of trying to separate without making it feel like she was being torn in two? Like cutting out a part of her?
It was a buzzing Blackarachnia couldn't ever get rid of. Thin strings of unfamiliar organic material clawed through pathways that once served as her energon lines. Every pulse of her spinnerets felt like treachery once—now she was numb to them. Used to, she supposed. It was a traitorous reminder that she would no longer be known as the spirited Autobot she once was. She had cast her old name into the Pit once she molted into a cruel imitation, a pseudo-spider. Not quite metal, not quite organic either. She belonged nowhere, not even to herself. And when she came online to spot her reflection, she was still surprised to see that the monster staring back at her... was still irrevocably her. But it wasn't. Because she wasn't supposed to look like that.
• Sirens still blared in the darkness when you slept, behind closed eyelids that flashed with blue and red. All you could taste on your tongue now was asphalt, coarse as it scraped your taste buds raw. Gasoline-scented smoke that only got stronger with each breath you took. Nothing helped wash it off. Not toothpaste, mouthwash, or alcohol. You considered bleach once. But the self-destruction wasn't worth it. Or so you thought when you went out one night to drown in liquid amber. You had kept yourself so well. So well up until the one-year anniversary, and when you saw that steel pole in the middle of nowhere—everything just went to shit.
• You think, sometimes, you deserve it. Detroit had nothing left for you anymore. So even if it meant losing sight, it was still yours to keep. A lasting impression. A farewell gift. Because if you couldn't keep an eye on your brother, you didn't deserve to see at all. Technically, you're their problem now. Because your new alien friends mentioned that energon wasn't volatile unless tampered with. You honestly thought it was just a flash bang that went off. So now you're getting weekly check-ins from this guy named Optimus. And his pit crew. Well, he isn't a guy and they aren't just his dysfunctional friend group. They're robots from outer space. You've always been the type to go ‘seeing is believing,’ but unfortunately, the quota changed the moment their food made you go blind.
She knows she shouldn't be watching you, especially this up close. You never notice her. Can't even see her, but she sees you. From the high beams of a hollow building, construction stopped a long time ago and left to rot, Blackarachnia crouched in the quiet stillness. A predator waiting for prey to gently brisk by her webs. Her multi-lensed sight followed your shape like a phantom as you haunted the hallways of your tiny living space. No Autobot escort or pit crew in sight. Just you, arms outstretched, as you attempted to feel out your home for the nth time this month. Pain had a scent and, like a shark scenting blood through water, it called to her own while you left it to bleed across the concrete and into it. She hated the way it called to her. Hated that it felt familiar.
The bots treat you like charity. A liability, in a way, you are—but not because it's deliberate. Your weakness was designed by nature, something inherent that described your species as a whole. She knew what they saw you as even if no one said it out loud: a human footnote scorched by energon and buried in Prime's guilt. But that's not all you are. You? You're the kind to just keep going. Even as your circumstances evidently try to make your life miserable. And for reasons she doesn't want to dig up, Blackarachnia wants to watch. Curiosity, maybe. Or cruelty. The lines have blurred over the years she's spent on this rock trying to fix herself. Maybe she just wanted to know what made you so different — what made you survive the same hell that turned her into a monster.
She doesn't get the way it bothers her on some level when you fumble for the kitchen counter. Why the sound of your foot catching on a chair leg makes her flinch like it's happening to her. When you curse under your breath as you stub your toe and it echoes louder in her mind than anything Optimus ever said. Why does she care again? It's half because the Prime insists on looking over you, the other being just a passing wonder. Because you're human. Fragile. You shouldn't have made it this far, let alone gotten tangled into Autobot business. But you did.
And you're still here.
Still moving forward with a kind of stubbornness she thought only existed in machines built for war. And a part of her wants to test it. To push you and see if you're really that strong or if you'll break like everything else she's touched. But she doesn't move. Arachnia just stays in the shadows, pedipalp twitching and staring through broken glass at someone who doesn't even know they're being watched. Maybe it's recon, maybe it's spite.
Anything but hope—because for someone like her—a techno-organic beast, hope meant that someone would have arrived and no one on Cybertron gave up on her.
SUMMARY: Being unabashedly feminine while working in a male-dominated field is EXHAUSTING. But thank Primus Arcee and you have each other to cope.
TAGS: winners possibly winning, cute fluff, the stove is not even on yet-burn, shitting on men a bit in spirit of this song
A/N: I BET THIS WASNT THE COMBACK ANY OF YOU WERE EXPECTING LOLOL - I won’t bore anyone with a long story, my ask box is open if you’re curious about anything.
This is my first fic in years, and my first for Transformers, so I hope its atleast somewhat enjoyable??
Arcee was, well…
confused, if an Autobot can be, at herself and her emotions.
Servos tracing the round part of her helm as she loses herself to her thoughts - about you.
The little human who had somehow, some way, crawled itself into the deepest parts of her processor. And with no great difficulty either, she was almost enamoured with you since she’d first laid her optics on your little form.
Finding reason for that wouldn’t be as hard as anyone would think either - for being such a tough and independent bot, having purely masculine friends doesn’t get tiring. (After you’d told her about the human equivalent of her experience, she was glad she lacked a sense of smell)
Now, she loves her crew, she really does, but first being one of the few feminine-presenting cybertonians and now seemingly the only one on earth (with exception of Airachnid) - it would have been hard not feeling lonely, while also admired by too many.
It was overwhelming and so, so lonely.
They’d previously brought a few humans in on their situation, to put it mildly. Unfortunate souls that couldn’t overlook the brightly coloured, obscenely tall and heavy machines shifting almost magically, in a badly hidden spot.
Of course, luck had been on their side, because they were all willing to stay silent, sometimes even helping out with stuff the autobots couldn’t do themselves.
Yes, they were lucky. But Arcee did not feel that way because as it turned out, they’d all ben men.
Not that she’d treated them as anything less than because of that of course, but she still couldn’t help but crave that true connection of someone likeminded.
So when Bumblebee came crashing into their hideout with a frilly, pink… thing in his servos, she was excited.
You’d looked so adorable, sharing her colour-way even, as if sent by Primus himself, saying: ‘Here Arcee, for all your troubles.’
Arcee made it no secret that she’d claimed you as hers. From the start she was by your side, giving you a comforting glance when Optimus gave you the run-down, and having her servo on the small of your back when you’d eventually met all the others. The others don’t think they’d ever seen her talk that much.
And the sentiment wasn’t one-sided either.
As much as it was upsetting to be basically kidnapped by a (admittedly very cool-looking) Camaro because you’d spotted it- him shifting to bend into a humanoid shape to pet a cat, you did have to admit it wasn’t a terrible situation to be in. At least you now had the confirmation that aliens wouldn’t cause harm to you.
Though once you’d been informed that really, they hadn’t planned on staying on earth as a long as they did, and really, really couldn’t afford to be known about on a bigger scale, you felt sympathy for them.
And something deeper for the nice, pink robot comforting you through all these plot-developments.
You ended up chatting so much that the night ended at dawn, along with a private lesson in motorcycling from Arcee herself. Turned out you actually lived close by and you promised each other to meet again soon.
Maybe it was the excitement of finally meeting someone that you clicked with so well and so quick, maybe the tiredness clouding your brain or maybe the fact that the first person you’ve found yourself attracted to is a 9 foot tall robo-woman, but you kissed her display before running into the safety of your house.
If she had speakers, Arcee is certain the entire neighbourhood would have woken up to hear Katy Perry playing.
It’s been a lot longer than I anticipated, to be honest, but whatever haha.
I’m honestly so sorry for my absence!! A lot of things happened while I was gone and I barely had time, motivation or energy to write. Here’s a quick run-down:
- I found out I’m probably autistic
- I dropped out of school due to burnout
-I got a job in an office firm that I’ll start in September (and for which I have to move 2 hours away from home)
- Had to deal with a toxic home environment that left me absolutely destroyed mentally
And a lot more that I don’t feel comfortable sharing here.
I hope you can kinda see why I’ve disappeared from the internet???
I’ll try to start writing again, but I can’t promise a lot and I’ll probably stick to shorter fics for a while. I’m so sorry for leaving you all in the dark for so long!!!
I’ve deleted old requests and drafts because looking through them makes me feel weird, but please feel free to start requesting again!!
I’d love to be an active member of the community again, love you all!! <3
KÖNIG WOULD NOT CALL HORANGI KÄTZCHEN!!!! NOONE DOES THAT THATS THE EQUIVALENT OF CALLING SOMEONE KITTEN!!!!!!
König would coo “hier Mietz Mietz Mietz” (here kitty kitty kitty) whenever he was in the same room as Horangi and wants to talk to him!!!!!!! König LOVES long pet names!!!!!!!!!! And he loves corny ones the most!!!!!!
(He would also probably use “mein edler Ritter” (my noble knight) as a teasing nickname whenever Horangi got defensive over anyone being just the smallest inconvenience to Königs day)
For the love of my sanity, START USING GERMAN AND AUSTRIAN NICKNAMES CORRECTLY😭😭😭😭😭 I don’t think I can handle reading a noun uncapitalized or a VERB OR ADJECTIVE CAPITALIZED DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT DOES TO ME?????????
Anyway heyyyyy its been *checks watch* a tiny bit.
Now that I’m almost done injecting every season of TWD directly into my veins and have read more fan fiction a day that anyone ever should, I think I have my motivation back!!!yayy!!!!!
I’ll be TEMPORARILY closing requests so I can write everything I want to and clear out the rest of the requests I don’t feel comfortable doing/ just have no fucking idea how to execute. If you’re seeing this and requests are back open, but yours hasn’t been done, sorry dude (gender neutral)
How’s that kleo fic someone requested coming along👀take ur time🫶🏼
OOC
So uh fun story
I write all of this shit on my phone (because it’s more convenient) and one of my nails just ripped in half which isn’t that fun yk
So I’m kinda working with one thumb at the moment and since I want the Kleo fic to be thorough if you catch my drift, so I’m just kinda waiting for it to not hurt when I type lmao
heyyy, i really need a wrench's sfw alphabet 🥺🥺 i love him so so so much and i haven't found any new headcanons of him in a while
WRENCH SFW ALPHABET
I can’t believe we finally got a Watch Dogs fan, I hope you enjoy your stay in the archives!
A = Affection
(How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Shows affection everywhere, all the time and with everything he has. Likes to show it physically and with little trinkets he either finds or makes. If he sees something in a store and it reminds him of you, consider it yours (he did not steal it not at all no of course not he wouldn’t do something like that).
Will cling to you even when you’re fighting about some petty thing, he cannot bring himself to let go of you ever. Probably even got you safety gear so he could continue to hug you when absolutely fucking up a toaster or something of the sorts.
B = Best friend
(What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Stupid. Wrench is a stupid little man with no idea how to properly talk or communicate. Either someone in Dedsec told him to finally ask you to hang out or he was high out of his mind, since he hates talking to new people.
Once’s that’s done though, he’d go with you through thick and thin, acting much like he does with everyone else in Dedsec.
C = Cuddles
(Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
If he ever doesn’t want to cuddle, that’s a clone and you should shoot it immediately. Wrench is down to cuddle whenever, just tell him to take of the spiky stuff first because he will not remember.
Loves to cuddle in the morning or after stressful missions the most, he would cling to you for hours if you let him.
D = Domestic
(Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Not yet. Possibly never. He would probably keep moving around forever if you weren’t in the picture. He’ll try to be a bit more domestic if it’s something that you really want, but Reggie still has a need to do society justice. It’s not like he doesn’t want to settle down ever, but he almost feels pressured to help the ones who cannot defend themselves (please take him to a therapist, he’ll be much more inclined to settle down after that).
He is shit at cooking and who do you think made a mess in the first place? He’ll try his best to help out however he can, but for the love of your stomach do NOT let him near the stove.
E = Ending
(If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Stole your pets if you had them and hacked all your devices to be completely useless. You’d have to really fucked things up for him to actually break up with you, so his reaction is (partially) rationalized.
F = Fiance(e)
(How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Very committed to your relationship. Would be down to get married whenever tbh, he already knows you’re the one anyway.
G = Gentle
(How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He can be a bit brash, but he means well and would never do anything he knew or thought could upset you. Wrench is always very sweet with his words and everything he says, no matter how cheesy or dumb, he means wholeheartedly. Always careful to never upset you.
And if you ignore the spikes and other various pokies from his clothing choices, he is quite gentle. You’d think mans would throw you around however he wants with the way he can swing that sledge hammer, but he’s surprisingly gentle whenever it comes to you, his touches featherlight when caressing your figure.
H = Hugs
(Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Fucking LOVES hugs. Morning hug, getting out of bed hug, brushing your teeth hug, before breakfast hug, breakfast hug, after breakfast hu- I think you get it. Hugging you so much it’s embarrassing.
They’re firm, comforting and can last from a second to a few minutes depending on his mood.
I = I love you
(How fast do they say the L-word?)
Quite fast probably. Maybe on the first date even. He’s not ashamed to admit it.
J = Jealousy
(How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Wrench trusts you with his life, not to mention in the relationship. Buuuttttt…. He would be jealous of a screwdriver if you looked at it too long. He thrives off of your attention and wants it on him as much as possible, so no other person may flirt with you, thank you very much.
Gets really physical when jealous, maybe even lifts his mask a lil to kiss your neck from behind or something. Whatever gets your attention off of whatever he’s jealous of and onto him.
K = Kisses
(What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Dramatic. Would dip you just to give you a tiny little peck on the cheek. Loves to kiss you on whatever skin is exposed on you, whether that be stomach, neck, hands, eyelids, whatever.
He loves to be kissed on his mask in public, but honestly melts every time you kiss his scar(s).
L = Little ones
(How are they around children?)
No, absolutely not. Pets? Yes! But children not so much. He’s scared he’ll be just as awful as his parents and honestly, he wouldn’t be fit to be a dad period.
M = Morning
(How are mornings spent with them?)
Him trying to coax you out of bed to “get a head-start” (even though literally nothing is going on whatsoever). He has very little need for sleep to be healthy/productive/awake, so he just goes to sleep at ungodly times and wakes up even earlier. Will gladly stay in bed and cuddle though.
Since he can’t cook for shit, if he wakes up much earlier than you, he’ll go to a bakery and get you your favorite dessert.
N = Night
(How are nights spent with them?)
Probably watching a shitty movie you stopped paying attention to hours ago in favor of flirting or making out. If you fall asleep, he’d carry you to bed and start working on some tiny project before joining you in bed.
O = Open
(When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
When he opens up to you, most likely a few months after you started dating, he’ll dump everything out at once as not to surprise you later on in the relationship. He’s very open with people he knows and never afraid to speak up when something makes him uncomfortable or reminds him about a worse time in his live.
He’ll also frequently joke about his past trauma, so be prepared for that.
P = Patience
(How easily angered are they?)
Gets mad all the time, but never directs it at you. If you’re scared of yelling, he’ll get you to somewhere you can’t hear him, and then scream his lungs out. Or, he’ll probably just cling to you instead, you make him calm down with your presence alone.
Q = Quizzes
(How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He couldn’t really be a hacker if he was forgetful, so it’s safe to say he very quickly picks up everything you say and do. Deffo memorizes all the names of the people you gossip about.
“So Samantha called her a-“
“Isn’t that the one who broke up with her boyfriend because he was ‘too ugly’?” ?_?
“YEAH!- wait how’d you know that?”
“Babe, you told me like, a month ago.” -_-
R = Remember
(What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
Going to the shittiest looking döner kebab restaurant with you and eating without his mask for the first time in public. He can still see how you laughed at him when the white (very sus looking) sauce dripped all over his chin, only for you to start choking on your food, which made him laugh and also start choking on his. You were very quickly kicked out, but continued laughing together until you got home.
S = Security
(How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
So fucking protective of you omg. Scary dog privileges is all I can say.
He doesn’t need to be protected, if anything, you need to protect others from him.
T = Try
(How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Everything comes to him quite naturally, he never goes out of his way to plan something, he’s much more spontaneous. But he still puts effort into making everything as enjoyable as possible for you, but plans aren’t really his thing.
U = Ugly
(What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Beating himself up over not being pretty enough and his rash decision making. It’ll take some effort on your part to get him to think and act differently.
V = Vanity
(How concerned are they with their looks?)
He is a crust punk and wears a mask 24/7, doesn’t really care most of the time unless he’s feeling self conscious about his (very lovable) face.
W = Whole
(Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Definitely couldn’t do without you if you’re apart long enough. You’re his rock and his comfort. Doesn’t like going on long missions anymore, because he’d just miss you so much.
X = Xtra
(A random headcanon for them.)
He is SO GOOD at braiding hair, no matter what hair texture you have or what style you’re going for. Has no idea where he picked up the talent himself, he’s just a natural at it. (Please let him do your hair please please please he won’t even sniff it that much)
Y = Yuck
(What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
A capitalist.
Z = Zzz
(What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
Clinging onto you super tight and if you have tiddies, burying his face in them. (He doesn’t need air anyway)
Also a prolific blanket AND pillow thief, you either freeze or buy enough of them to supply a whole army.
I was scrolling through your posts and saw a nsfw fic with kleo from cod and it had me giggling and kicking my feet😚😚so like if u don’t mind PLEASEEE DO ANOTHER🙏🏽🙏🏽IM ON MY KNEES FOR HER
OOC (as if I’m ever in character anymore)
YES GIVE ME SOME MORE INFO ON WHAT YOU WANT AND I WILL 110% WRITE IT FOR YOU BBG (gender neutral)
You’ve been waiting for König to return home for weeks, it’s been close to a month without his presence. Letters and five minute calls just didn’t cut it anymore, you needed his warmth, his touch, him.
So, when you got the message that he’d be back in a few hours, saying you were excited would be an understatement. It took some digging, but you finally found that old lingerie set he loved so much again, wearing nothing but one of his enormous zip-up hoodies over it. (Had to wrap the surprise atleast a little bit, right?)
You’d also quickly whipped up some of his favourite deserts, along with cleaning up everywhere a bit. Lit a few candles up here and there and patiently waited for your lovers return.
It was close to 10pm when you heard the door open, heavy footsteps entering through the doorframe and a loud sigh following. He was finally home!
With excitement you rushed to him, bumping into innumerable furniture pieces in the process. His eyes widened at your fast approach, stammering out your name and making a pathetic attempt at getting out of your tracks before you’d inevitably crash together.
You opened your arms to trap him in a hug and together, the both of you crashed into the wall, Königs head taking the brunt of the damage with a loud bang. Sadly, these were Austrian walls.
“GOTT VERDAMMTE HURRENSCHEISSAREI IN DIESA BUDN KON I NIA WOS GUATS HOM? WOMIT HEDAD I DEAS VERDIENT?”
König yelled before his eyes caught you, proceedings to whisper with the last of his strength: “Mei E-Card is im Sackl da drüm, b’nutz sie wenst 144 rufst, okay Schatzl?” He then, almost immediately, passed out due to the concussion he suffered from the crash.
I’ll start working on requests again soon, but I am BEGGING ON MY HANDS AND KNEES FOR SOME WATCH DOGS REQUESTS PLEASEEEEEEEEEE I WILL DO ANYTHING I WANT TO WRITE ABOUT MY BABYGIRLS BEFORE I GO INSANE
