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Psst psst come get your awful little man. Sure, he’s treacherous and probably plotting to overthrow you and declare himself ruler of your household (honestly, he’s not much different from having a cat), but can you really say no to that face?
Pre-sale Period: 2026/25/05 – 2026/31/08 [Basic Information] Sure, he's treacherous and probably plotting to overthrow you and declare himse
Looking for my main Masterlist? It’s right here for now, but will be pinned back at the top again after the preorder period!
I’ll get something wrote up in a bit. I’m back in the states and hit up the Huntsville Space and Rocket center since I needed to drive my brother back to Huntsville anyway
Whooooo 120+ rooms today between both hotels...thank the gods this happened AFTER my neighbors also became my coworkers because even between the four of us AND the hotel owners all working together.... I didn't get home til after 6pm
But SO FAR....all of the folks fleeing the flooding that have taken refuge for a few days at our hotels haven't had much worse than property damage so far, though I did hear later that there was some fatalities over in Kerrville after a house got washed out. Dunno of any others (yet) thankfully
South Central Texas is getting slammed hard hahaha still got another cell passing over us as I'm typing this but we've had enough hours in between this one and the last one for the water to drain out in my region
That said, might I offer you this teeny bug thingy in exchange for a follow up of Soundwave beating the snot out of folks for getting handsy with his human?
I'm sitting here with the entertaining visual of some younger n dumber mechs getting balsy and fking with Soundy's human on purpose cause youngster ego says they can take Soundwave 😆😆😆😆 wrong. Very, very wrong 😆😆😆😆 no mercy no quarter 😆😆😆😆
Oh, he’s just a little guy! 💕 hopefully the storms don’t get too rough for you and you stay safe!
I might have had Nickelback’s song Next Contestant in mind for this one
After AU- Protective
TFP Soundwave x Reader
• Venting as he stalks restlessly along the outskirts of the club to do his security sweep, his attention never strays too far from you. From the provocative way you move while you dance on the bar top for the patrons and to where their hands are. Because there aren’t many rules here, but you’re not on the menu and you’re strictly off limits. Plating heating as you look his way, his cables unfurl with the urge to touch you and every day it’s getting harder to ignore. And at some point, he’d started thinking of you as his.
• He’s watching. Even with only that visored mask for a face, you can always tell when his attention is on you and your blood heats as your hands slide down your body, hips swinging. Can admit now that he’d scared you when he’d first showed up looking for work. Just this enormous, faceless alien monster looming over everything and everyone. Using a datapad to stiltedly communicate. Had watched him from the upper floor balcony, hoping he’d be turned away. And his face had tilted up like he’d felt your stare. Now, he’s just always there. A dangerous, angular shadow that’s prowling for trouble and watching you. Making you feel safe instead of unnerved. Stepping over an empty shot glass, you keep dancing and ignore the group of college age guys grinning and trying to coax you closer with a twenty.
• Head turning when a group of human males move closer to you, you’re giving them a dismissive look. Clearly uninterested and satisfaction spills through him at that. Making another sweep for trouble, he hears you yelp and his plating lifts aggressively. Because one of those males has his hands on your thighs trying to get you down from the bar as you smack at his hands. Venting angrily as his cables all unfurl in threat, he strides your way. Furious that they have their hands on you as another human male reaches for you while laughing.
• Swearing as the frat boys try to drag you off the bar, you don’t even realize what’s happening until one of them goes flying to slam into a table. And patrons are screaming and scattering as Soundwave snakes out another cable to snag one of the guys before throwing them bodily away from you. Shocking you when you’ve never seen any shows of temper from the silent mech at all. Watching his plating angrily flare out, the two harassing you are just drunk enough that you can see the bad decision coming before it happens.
• Servos flexing and arms out in warning, his cables snake out when the humans all try to rush him at once. And the males are screaming when he snags them and throws them. Knows he could dial down the aggression, that he’s likely breaking bones, but they touched you. Tried to drag you off the bar. No one touches you. Makes sure of that. You’re his to protect and watch over. Head turning to find and check on you, your eyes are on him. Watching him from the bar top as he throws out the trash.
So I put together the blokee I got yesterday (my first one!) and it was very satisfying.
A little smaller than I expected given the size of the box, but now that I've seen the plastic frames that all the pieces come on, I get it. Very cool that his eyes light up and that my Target is carrying blokees now (even if only this one for now), but also I blame you for this newfound love of figure collecting. /affectionate
🤣 the Classic class are around Galaxy size with the TFO ones slightly bigger, but they have so many more parts than the Galaxy or Defenders. I love the live-action Mirage and Bumblebee variants in that run.
Warm
RotB Optimus x Reader
• Spark thrumming in his chassis as he stares at you laying tangled in your blankets on his berth, he clears his vents softly. Had meant to get back much sooner, but meetings had held him up. Resting a knee on his berth, he reaches to brush the tip of a servo from your knee down over your calf and against the bottom of your foot. And you make a noise, drawing your leg up. But that foot is still sticking out from under the blanket. Staring down at you, it’s hard to imagine that he’d been so suspicious of humans at first. Had known that getting involved with them would endanger his people.
• You’re so much a part of his life now that he finds himself wondering what you’re doing when you’re not with him. What you’d think of something he sees or hears. Misses the warmth of you when he’s away from you, the sound of your voice, your smile. When had that happened? When had his world narrowed down to one small organic? Still has his duties to his people, his responsibilities to them. But he also has you. You need him, but make no demands of him. You’re just here. Stretching out beside you, his servos brush your shoulder, a part of him enamored by how small you are compared to him. Even when he mass shifts, he’s still so much bigger than you are. Shouldn’t that unnerve you? Make it harder to trust him not to hurt you?
• You never shy away from his touch, though. Never hesitate or act like you’re afraid of him. Servos mapping you out over the blankets, you stretch and sleepy eyes open. “Go back to sleep,” he rumbles, immediately feeling guilty for waking you. And you only scoot closer, a leg brushing his chassis. ‘You were out late. Everything okay?’ You ask, a small hand smoothing against him to distractingly play with his altmode’s windshield wiper.
• Smiling faintly when his head lowers, his whole massive frame is slightly curled toward you and you can feel the warm air of his venting fanning you. Studying his alien face, you realize that at some point you’d stopped thinking of him as other. That he’d just become Optimus to you. “Nothing to worry about,” he says and his deep voice rumbles through you to relax you. Hearing the change in his internal systems noise, you bite your lip.
• Mass shifting as you roll onto your back, he leans over you, propping himself up on an arm. “You should go back to sleep,” he murmurs even as you loop your arms around his neck. ‘I’m too awake now,’ you counter, a thigh sliding against his hip and your alien eyes mischievous. Head lowering, his mask retracts and his lips brush yours. Aware that before you, something like this would have likely unsettled him. That even though he was becoming accustomed to humans, your kind were still too alien and strange. All of that feels like a lifetime ago. Mouth moving against yours, the urge to tell you is getting harder to ignore every day. What would you say if he told you that he loved you?
Alright, I generally just try to let you guys do your thing in the comments, because I love reading what you guys add. Seriously, I really love reading your comments, because you guys are awesome. That said, I do write stories with darker themes that might make some people uncomfortable or be triggering. But at the same time, I’m too old to deal with squabbling and drama. If anyone is actively making inappropriate accusations, insinuations that attack other readers, or are just rage baiting, I will block them. Because, seriously, I’m way too old for this. I’m just here to write silly stories.
Have you seen the Ghost Starscream yet? I'm not a collector myself, but I saw him and I just thought he was so neat. The thought of an actual ghost Starscream, though, is both very funny and very sad. He would be such a vindictive haunting, really
He’d be so salty (and annoying) until he got his body back
Ghost
Starscream x Reader
• And he’s back. Shoulders hunching, you keep your eyes fixed firmly on your book as your alien boyfriend’s giant ghost drifts through your wall to scowl at you. Though you know that he knows that you can see him. Especially since the first thing he’d done after his accident was to pop in to complain about what happened while you were showering. Literally popping his big head through your shower wall as he’d yelled and you’d screamed and fell in the stall in a panic trying to get away.
• He’d have thought his untimely end would have gotten a little more sympathy from you. Though since his spark seems stuck here, it’s not really an end. Isn’t really sure what it is. Hadn’t even heard of a spark sticking around like this before, but you had. You’d called him a ghost. Along with several other hysterical and downright rude things. He’s still him, but the lack of a body is frustrating. “Figure out anything on the whole ghost front?” You ask and he scowls.
• “I need a body. A seeker body. There’s not too many of those just lying about,” he growls, drifting through the wall and through you to make your skin crawl in icy pinpricks. ‘What about yours?’ You ask, shivering and barely resisting the urge to tell him not to do that. Mostly because he’s petty enough to do it more often if he knows it bothers you. “If I knew what happened to my body, I wouldn’t still be like this,” he snarls and you eye him.
• Denta clenched, he hangs halfway through the wall of your house, head falling back to go halfway through your legs and hip. And you scoot away on the couch, making a noise in the back of your throat. “A little sympathy wouldn’t kill you,” he growls and you reach out to mime patting his head as his optics narrow. ‘Sorry, I’m just not sure how to deal with all this,’ you say, gesturing at him to make his wings lift in annoyance. ‘Having an alien boyfriend was weird enough, but now I have an alien, ghost boyfriend.’
• “I’m the one who’s stuck like this,” he growls and you nod trying to look sympathetic, as you slide your legs away so he’s not going through you because he’ll put your legs to sleep. “I can’t do anything in this form,” he adds giving you a look like he’s seeking sympathy. No, wait. You know that look. “Being unable to feel anything. I miss you,” he says, staring at you. “Our time together.” Sighing, you slump back against the couch cushions, book over your face. ‘Please don’t wake me up ghost humping me again. It’s really freaky,’ you groan.
Just bought my first blokees today at the mall when I went to see the new live-action Moana, and got Ratchet and Optimus :D
Optimus was harder, both to get out of the box (What'd they do, superglue his box shut or something had to practically rip the box to shreds rofl) and because his pieces refused to click together.
Sidenote I blame u and the rest on ur blog that collect blokees for influencing me in this XD- cuz the SECOND I saw these in the store I was like "Oh, I know those from tumblr! I wanna get some!"
That said have a pic of my boys lol- ignore the numerous containres in the background I like to hydrate.
Nice! I think Blokees are getting a lot more common and easier to find (And they do aggressively glue those boxes shut sometimes)
Soft AU- Education Pt 2
Ratchet x Reader
• Fighting the urge to hide your face in your hands, you shoot Ratchet a pleading look to stop Pharma. And you hear your assigned mech venting tiredly. “And if you are, which is really no one’s business but you and your partner’s, but if you are, remember aftercare. Human skin is really sensitive and if your partner develops any weird contact rashes then it becomes the medical team’s problem,” Ratchet says and your shoulders hunch. ‘Okay, I’m out,’ you say, standing and trying to figure out how to get down from the counter he’d plunked you onto.
• “We’re not finished, yet,” Ratchet says, frowning as you shoot him a dirty look. ‘What exactly do you want me to do? Pantomime sex? Do some pelvic thrusts?’ You counter and someone in the class holds up a hand. ‘Pretend my crotch is itchy?’ Scowling at you, the hand slowly goes back down. “This is important. If they don’t know, they’ll keep making the same mistakes over and over. And the medical staff will have to deal with it,” he growls. And the hand is back in the air again.
• “What?” Ratchet growls, turning to scowl at his class. And you raise your brows at Flatline and First Aid, looking for support. ‘How toxic is energon to humans?’ A bot you don’t know asks. ‘Is it like a little is fine deal or instant death?’ Turning to stare at the mech, you’re pretty sure you’re making the same face all the medics are making. “If you’re talking about normal, non-internally processed energon or engex, it’s instant death,” Ratchet says. And you know the question is coming. Can see it in the resignation on all the medics’s faces. ‘If it is ah, internally processed?’ They ask.
• Optics shuttering as he presses his servos against his aching head, he glances over at the other medics. Catching the face you’re making, nose scrunched, he tries to find the strength to deal with this. “Try to limit how much they swallow, you deviant,” Pharma growls, saving him from trying to think of a politer way to say the same thing. “It’s all fun and games until we have to deal with an accidental poisoning.”
• Mouthing the word ‘poisoning’ at Ratchet, the medic grimaces. “It would take a lot to get to that point,” First Aid mutters softly to you as Ratchet gives him a look and your brows lift, filling that bit of unwanted alien trivia away. ‘Like how much?’ You whisper back in morbid curiosity and the same mech in the crowd has his hand back in the air. “Swerve, put your hand down,” Ratchet growls before pointing a servo at First Aid in warning. ‘You could just not frag the fauna and then these questions wouldn’t matter,’ Pharma grumbles.
Might I offer this cat in my backyard in exchange for some more Rung x Reader 🥹🥹
If it’s okay with you, I was thinking maybe a reader that had gone to therapy in the past and ended up with a HORRIBLE therapist (lowkey projecting, with my therapist that dismissed VERY clear signs of depression and other issues and LOWKEY made my mental health way worse), and they kinda just casually mention to Rung all the bs that therapist did. Idk I think it’d be funny to see him be like horrified that the readers therapist was even licensed 😭
I luvluvluvvv ur writing brochacho, and I totally understand if you don’t wanna write more angsty stuff! I’ll take regular Rung X Reader if you’d rather that >_<
I’m so sorry you had to deal with that, hun
Care
Rung x Reader
• Relaxing as you watch his servos idly play with your fingers, you realize how long it’s been since you’ve had an anxiety attack. Or since you’ve gotten so low that it almost paralyzed you. That you don’t even really hate yourself anymore. Turning your hand over to grip his, he looks up and you smile faintly. “Thank you,” you say, because he listens to you. Doesn’t dismiss or downplay your worries. And he just looks puzzled as he lays stretched out on his side facing you.
• “For what?” He asks and one of your shoulders lifts and falls. ‘For being you.’ There’s something more to it. Can tell from your expression. Letting go of your hand, he cups your cheek in his palm, a servo brushing your bottom lip as he waits and you blow out a breath. ‘You never make me feel like I’m being overdramatic. Like I’m the problem for feeling the way I do sometimes,’ you finally say and he frowns. Because the unsaid fact that someone else had made you feel that way is all too obvious.
• “Do you want to talk about it?” He asks and you love that he doesn’t make demands. That he asks. ‘My last therapist could have learned a lot from you,’ you mumble, embarrassed. ‘They just made me feel like I was the problem a lot of the time,’ you add. Why can’t you stop talking? Really don’t want to think about the guy or how they made you feel. Like something was wrong with you. Like it was all in your head.
• “You’re not a problem,” he says, frowning. Because it sounds like your last therapist didn’t even bother to try to understand you. That they didn’t want to help and it irritates him. “Your feelings aren’t invalid,” he adds and you smile, eyes dropping. ‘I’ve been a lot happier since meeting you,’ you say, leaning into his touch as his spark aches.
• “I just wish I’d found you sooner,” he murmurs and you smile faintly. Tempted to tell him that he saved your life, because he did. He could have dismissed your feelings, told you it was just in your head and to get over it. Let you keep spiraling. He’d let you talk to him, work it out on your own to come to terms with how you felt instead. You’re not sure that you’ll ever be able to pay him back for that. Or properly explain what it means to you. What he means to you.
Hi there.. I really love your comfort fics, they honestly really help me out when I’m struggling. I cannot thank you enough. I experience really bad paranoia and nightmares. Gotten to the point where I didn’t sleep for a while because of small noises coming from around the house. But I’m getting much better! :) I’d be super grateful if you wrote an IDW Optimus or LL Megatron fic. Idk, they seem like the safest bots to be around considering how strong they are. Either of them sound like a good option imo, gentle giants !!
(Well- I guess Megatron became one EVENTUALLY lol)
Sure!
Care
MTMTE Megatron x Reader
• Startling awake with your heart pounding, you have no idea what you heard. The engines of the ship throttling up or down, maybe? Have no idea how the alien engines work, but they make thrums of noise that buzz through the whole ship and set you on edge. Maybe it’s the fact that you don’t know a good, alien engine noise from a catastrophic one, but it’s hard to sleep here. Shivering as your skin crawls, you try to convince yourself that the noise is a perfectly normal, alien spaceship sound.
• Clearing his vents when you start trembling against him, your anxiety pulled him out of recharge when it spilled into him. Again. Reaching to drape an arm around you, he tugs you back into his frame. “Nightmare?” He asks as he finds one of your hands and you blow out a breath. ‘I guess,’ you mumble when his servos rub against your fingers. “It’s hard to adjust to living on a ship, but it gets easier,” he says, guessing that’s the issue since space makes you nervous. They’d lost artificial gravity for a breem at one point and the humans had almost all panicked at the sensation. You’d curled into a ball and screamed as you slowly spun.
• Staring at his big hand holding yours, you make yourself nod. Because it’s better than trying to explain that the ship makes weird noises that freak you out at night. Embarrassed, you feel his chin brush against the top of your head and you try to relax. “Was it hard for you?” You ask and his cheek rubs against yours, a thigh sliding against your own. Like the way his big frame wraps around you when he’s mass displaced. That his big hand can span your middle completely. ‘No, but it was the first time I’d ever been truly free,’ he says. ‘The Nemesis allowed me to go where I wanted. To choose my own path forward.’
• Remembers how angry he’d been at that point. That he’d already decided that the only way to change things was to tear the old system down completely. To remove those in power by force. Feels you wiggle back against him like you’re trying to get closer and his arm tightens around you. Because you don’t sleep well unless he holds you. “I hate the sounds the ship makes in the quiet,” you whisper, sounding embarrassed. Chuckling, his lips brush your earlobe. ‘What about the sounds I make?’ He asks and you huff out a breath.
• “I like those sounds,” you admit. The low rumbling of his internal systems, the thrum of his spark, those are your white noises. They’re familiar and you need them. They relax you. Sound and feel like home because they’re him. ‘They’re not that different from the noises the Lost Light makes,’ he says in your ear and you frown. Know he’s right, but those sounds are completely different. They’re not his sounds. “It’s not the same at all,” you mutter and he rumbles, sounding amused as his lips brush your neck.
don't forget to get your Thundercracker before you head off to college!
He’s absolutely essential
Puppy
Thundercracker x reader
• “No.” Frowning up at the big mech, you can feel your resolve starting to weaken. Because he’s giving you puppy eyes. “You wouldn’t like it anyway. It’s boring,” you add. “My professor is old enough that he probably lived through most of it and listening to him drone on about history is physically painful.” And there’s the bottom lip. Shoulders drooping, you run your fingers backward through your hair. What are you supposed to do with this? Especially when he’s looking at you like that.
• Rumbling as he keeps making the face that you’ve used against him so many times, he knows you’re going to agree. That you’re as susceptible to your human warfare as he is. Maybe if he made the sad noises Buster makes that would give you the final nudge you need? Trying it, he has to fight the urge to grin when you mutter under your breath. “Okay. Okay,” you grumble. Just like that? ‘I can go?’ He asks.
• Throwing up your hands in exasperation, you make a face. Because really, it’s not like anyone could stop him if he’s really determined to drop in on your college classes. And at least with him there, you won’t feel like everyone is staring at you since you’re a bit older than your classmates. Giant, alien robot has to beat adult learner in terms of gossip potential. “Sure,” you mutter and you suck in a breath when he mass shifts, grabs you around the waist, and spins you around.
• Grinning as you hang there staring at him, he pulls you in closer, venting to pull your familiar scent deep. “Am I being too clingy? You can tell me if I am. If you’d rather have class time be time away from me,” he says, immediately feeling guilty and you reach up to cup his cheek in your hand. ‘I love our time together. There’s just a possibility that you’re going to give my professor a stroke. The man is seriously ancient,’ you say, smiling.
• “I thought you didn’t really like this human?” He asks and you wrinkle your nose. ‘I don’t, but he is still a human being,’ you mutter with a shrug and his head nudges yours, the warm air from his venting fanning over you. Face tipping up, your mouth slides against his and when he growls, it rumbles through you. ‘Now, my chem professor? I’m not sure he’s human, because nobody delights that much in calling a student out for an incorrect answer. Him you can scare.’
oh my god my old account got nerfed, i became too powerful. It's transman himbo tho, i haven't been on tumbler in like 2 months i have SOOOO much to catch up on. I've missed reading your stories :( excited tho because i get to binge them all now. My 22nd birthday is coming up I can't believe its been a year since i found your blog! thank you for feeding the fandom Revel and thank you for reading our silly asks
Hey! Welcome back and happy birthday!
Warm
ES Megatron x Reader
• “What are you thinking about?” Turning at the low rumble of his voice, you smile as you listen to the rain coming down just outside the shelter. Shoulder lifting slightly in a shrug, you slowly inhale. ‘How different it is here,’ you admit. Because it’s strange to not have to worry about work, rent, anything really. It’s just you and him. Hadn’t really understood how stressed you were until meeting him.
• “Different in what way?” He asks slowly, wondering if you like it here or if you miss other humans, having your human things. ‘It’s peaceful. I feel like I can breathe,’ you answer, a shoulder lifting in a shrug and he relaxes. Can’t help but expect that eventually you’ll ask him to take you back. That this place isn’t suitable for humans. Isn’t enough. That he won’t be enough.
• “It’s yours as long as you want it to be,” he replies and you smile at how serious he sounds. ‘What if I never wanted to leave?’ You ask, looking up at him and he glances at you, his optics studying you. ‘What if you grow tired of me?’ Hate that insecure voice in the back of your head that whispers that he will. That you’re always too much. That you’re fun until people really get to know you and then they drift away.
• “What if you grow tired of me?” He counters and you make a face. “I’m blunt. I can be too intense. Quick to lose my temper,” he adds and you lean over to rest your head against his arm. ‘Well, I second guess everything and sabotage myself and my relationships,’ you tell him and he smiles faintly. “Sounds like we’re meant to be.” Rumbling as you huff out a soft laugh, he studies the storm outside the shelter.
• “Do you think this can really work? Long term?” You ask and he clears his vents. ‘I want it to,’ he says to make you smile, because it’s what you want to hear. That he wants you here. Wants to try to make this work. “Me, too,” you admit as thunder rumbles in the distance. Never really had a relationship like this. One where there were no expectations, no demands. Where you could just be you and you wouldn’t be judged. And you don’t want to lose this.
• Face hot even as you keep digging in his bin of new acquisitions, you hold up a collar with ‘baby girl’ on it in rhinestones and a heat shaped metal loop to hook a leash to. “Where do you even get this crap? Because the levels of sketchiness you’ve got going here blow my mind,” you tell him and he grins like he thinks that’s a compliment. Knowing him, he probably does. “Who would want this?”
• Shrugging as he reaches to take the collar, he holds it up, imagining it on you. “Hey, to each their own freaky, little need,” he says and you wrinkle your nose at him. “Want to try it on for me?” He coaxes and you snort. ‘No, but I could put it on you,’ you counter and he grins. ‘Not that I want to put a collar and leash on you,’ you add quickly and his smile widens at how flustered you are. “No, no. Let’s play this one out,” he says, holding the collar against the mesh of his neck.
• His expression is a dare. Taunting you to play along. Flustered as you meet his optics, your own eyes narrow. Because you know he’s just messing with you out of boredom. If you push back, he’ll likely cave immediately. Turning, you grab his chassis and swing up to straddle the mass displaced mech’s lap, reaching to buckle the collar. “Actually, pinks looks pretty good on you,” you admit as he stares, that smile still in place. “I’m not calling you baby girl, though. It’s weird.”
• “What do you want to call me?” He asks, resting his hands on your waist so you can’t just slide out of his lap and run. And you meet his optics even though he can tell you’re embarrassed. That you thought you could tease him without repercussions. “Hang on. We need a leash for authenticity.” Hooking an arm around you to press you against his chassis, he leans to find a leash and straightening, grabs your hand and presses the leash into it. Grinning when you slowly clip it into place and wrap the end around your hand, he waits.
• Shouldn’t be teasing him and you know it, but it’s shockingly fun to bait him. Tugging at his leash until he leans down, you arch into his frame, lips close to his as his rumbling deepens. See his smile waver, his expression becoming something real. Something hungry. Laying your other hand on his chassis, you’re close enough to kiss him as you drop the leash. “What makes you think I want to call you anything?” You ask, sliding out of his lap as he grabs for you. ‘Where are you going? We were talking,’ he growls as you stride away. ‘Hey, I can’t get this off. Babe, get back here.’
I GOT MY ACCOUNTS BACK!!! I wanna cry it's been an exhausting few days but I think the nightmare is finally over. I need to build up my savings again and my projects have all been delayed and I missed a medical check-up but I think I can finally breathe.
That’s awesome! It stinks that you had to deal with that at all, though
Gaming Pt 2
TFA Optimus x Reader
• “So the objective is to punch trees?” He asks and you bite your lip to keep from laughing. Because, okay, that’s all he’s seen you do in this game so far. Suppose that makes his guess valid enough. ‘Not exactly. We’re punching trees to get wood. It’s a crafting game. We need resources so we can build our base,’ you explain as you watch his in game character walk over to punch a nearby tree. ‘Plus, we can build tools with those same resources and it makes gathering more a lot quicker.’
• “Ah,” he murmurs, doing what you’re doing to try and help. “So the objective is to build a base?” And you’re smiling when he glances over. ‘We could play in creative mode and that would be the objective, but right now, the goal is to survive. We need a house before dark for that,’ you reply and he clears his vents. ‘Is that an enemy?’ He asks and your avatar turns around. “Nope. That’s dinner.” Servos stilling on the rigged together controller, he stares as your character runs over to the blocky depiction of an animal. To punch it to death.
• He’s silent as you drop meat for him and eat your own. “Eat your hamburger or you’ll starve,” you say since you’re pretty sure that’s the issue here. ‘That’s where hamburgers come from?’ He asks and you snort, trying not to laugh at the horror in his voice. “Well, I mean, sort of? We don’t normally run up and punch the cows to death, but it is ground up beef.” Yeah, you’re horrifying him, you’re pretty sure. ‘I didn’t realize humans were predators,’ he murmurs.
• “We’re omnivores,” you reply, a shoulder lifting in a shrug. Rumbling as he resumes punching square trees, he notices movement and turns. ‘Who is that? A friend?’ He asks. It’s shaped sort of like the player characters, but its face looks strange. More detailed. And you turn your character to look, before grimacing. “Ah, no. Stop staring at him or he’s going to come over here,” you say, frowning. “That’s from a mod I’d downloaded and forgot about, but he’s really stabby.” Stabby?
• Why is he still looking? But you realize it’s too late as the Knocker bum rushes him. “What do I do?” He asks, freezing. ‘Run!’ Laughing at him as he runs from the horror mod, you yelp when a taller figure in a hat and long black coat blips into existence far too close. Oh, yeah. You’d installed a few of these in this world, hadn’t you? Running away, you’re still laughing as you hear him swap to Cybertronian. And you’re pretty sure he might be swearing as his player character gets killed.
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I’ve never seen so many blanket mummies in an airport before… they’re everywhere 🤣
i offer you this kitty in my backyard in exchange for a continuation of the chop shop story. the plot has me hooked 👀
Sure!
After Pt 2
Chop Shop x Reader
• Struggling in a blind panic, your heart races. Hadn’t thought there could be anything more terrifying than spiders, but apparently your imagination has been slacking. Because metal, alien spiders that turn into a bigger spider guy hadn’t even occurred to you as a possibility. And now that you know it is? You’re not loving it. Can’t breathe as he holds you up, face inches from yours. He smiles to show sharp denta and you wonder if Cybertronians eat people? Wouldn’t that be a thing that would have made the news?
• Grimacing as you abruptly go limp in his servos, he vents. What’s he supposed to do now? You’re just limp in his servos. “Well, that wasn’t how it was supposed to go, was it?” He mutters to himself as he turns with you. And his plating lifts because there’s another human right there staring, because of course there is. “You didn’t see nothing, right?” He asks, not even surprised when the human slowly pulls out a phone and starts recording him.
• And yeah, okay. Maybe this does look a little bad. “I’m going to need you to give me that,” he growls, forcing a friendly smile as he shifts you into one hand and reaches out the other. Venting noisily when the human lowers their phone and runs away, all four of his optics narrow. Why did he expect anything else? “Oi, that’s not going to come back to bite me, I’m sure,” he mutters, watching the human sprinting.
• Adjusting you in his grip, he studies you. Months of watching you and learning your habits makes it feel like he almost knows you even though he’s never said a word to you. Venting as his lips quirk, he tries to figure out his next move. And it’s a lot easier to steal things. Less complicated. “You know, you don’t really look like a thief. And I know something about thieves,” he mutters to you. “But your ex is offering a lot for your return.”
• “Makes me wonder why,” he says as he holds you up and your head lolls forward. “I’m hoping you might be able to fill me in on that part, because things aren’t adding up.” Can feel your heart beating against his servos as he examines you. “So if you could just wake up? Preferably without screaming?”
Megs has upgraded from my last shared pic. His mighty mount, Miss Toast.
Desperately hoping for an update on Meg’s self insert fanfic Soft storyline. 😂
Asking here but not sure where it’s going next sooo do you! Haha
Megatron and his big… yeah 🤣
I’m in Atlanta for the night.
Soft AU- Literary Pt 5
Megatron x Reader
• Jaw working as he watches you run, he’s striding after you. Unable to help himself when you’re triggering his instincts. Making him need to chase. Especially when you look back and see him following you. Hates losing control like this. That you affect him like this. Rumbling as his lips twitch, you keep jogging away. Making it impossible to let you go. Can’t stop remembering how you’d scented. All heat and need.
• And he’s chasing you. Face heating, you move a little faster as you round a corner. What’s he want now? Does he just delight in messing with you? He has to have something better to do. Like writing raunchy smut of you and him apparently. Shouldn’t be thinking about that. Shouldn’t be curious at all. Why is he still following you? Is he walking faster? Catching his optic, he smirks at you and your heart goes racing.
• You look back to nervously meet his optics and that heat shivers through him to make his plating feel restrictive. Rumbling as he tracks you, he chuckles when you almost run into another human. Servos flexing, writing out his fantasy is one thing, but he wants more. Wants the real thing. Following you around a corner, his lips curl when you end up cornering yourself in a dead end. “Why are you chasing me?” You demand, chin lifting.
• Backing up as he chuckles, you tense when he mass shifts suddenly to make your skin prickle. “I thought you were curious about what I was writing?” He growls and his deep voice sinks into you. “Perhaps you could go over it with me. Lend your human perspective.” Flustered as he approaches and you back up, your back hits the fence and you tense. “We could act out a few scenes I’m having trouble with.”
• Venting to pull your scent deep, he smirks at how flustered you look. “What kind of scenes?” You ask, voice shaky and he steps closer, resting his hand on the fence by your head. Rumbling as he leans into your space, his lips twitch. ‘I’m having some trouble with how the love interest would react to something like this,’ he growls, refusing to be embarrassed. Free hand resting on your hip to tug you into his frame, his head lowers so his lips can brush your ear and you shiver against him. ‘What do you think should happen next?’
I just found out my gecko of two years passed at some point within the past week. I bet MCB Dexter would be really good at consoling his partner after a loss. This is the first time I’m losing a long-time pet. I’m planning on keeping his skull after our isopods clean the carcass. He was my world, and I’m not ready to let go yet…
Love you Revel!
I’m so sorry to hear that, hun. It’s never easy to lose a pet.
Care
MCB Dexter x Reader
• Hearing peds, you knew it was only a matter of time until one of your guys came looking for you. Looking up, you relax when you realize it’s Dexter, not someone who’s going to try and harass you into cheering up. “Hey,” you call out and his head tips, optics studying you before he inclines his head in a nod and he eases his massive bulk down to sit beside you in the grass against the back of the building. ‘Blue Cop is looking for you,’ he murmurs and you draw your legs up against yourself.
• “I just needed some quiet,” you say and he hesitates, starting to get back up, but then you’re laying a hand on his servo. “You don’t have to go,” you add as he stares down at you. Venting softly, he relaxes again, but he can’t tear his optics away from your tiny hand on his. Rumbling in surprise when you slowly lean to rest your head against his arm, he still can’t believe he’d fought so hard against you sealing him. Had thought it would be a shackle, that he’d lose his sense of self. His free will.
• “I know I should be able to get over this,” you say, inhaling slowly. Know it was a pet, not a person, but you keep thinking about it. And you startle when he mass shifts, an arm slowly curling around you to tuck you into his side. ‘You’re allowed to take as much time as you need,’ he says and you smile despite yourself. Can feel the faint thrum of his internal systems spilling into you, the sensation familiar and welcome.
• You’re silent, cheek resting against him and he vents softly. “Did the others make you feel like you shouldn’t be upset?” He asks and you go still. ‘It’s not like that,’ you finally say, but that silence was telling. Makes him wonder if Mega Trucker had scoffed at you. Said something off hand without considering how you’d take it. Knows the others wouldn’t hurt you on purpose, but sometimes a couple of them don’t think about how the things they say might come across.
• Embarrassed, you force a smile you don’t really feel. And he rests a big hand on top of your head, rubbing your hair until it’s a mess. Laughing despite yourself as his servos keep rubbing your hair, you duck and lean away from him, but when you smile it’s genuine. “Want to see the kittens?” He asks and you huff out an almost laugh. ‘Kittens? As in plural?’ You ask and he rumbles, standing and just picking you up like you weigh nothing. ‘How many are we talking?’
