Apologies for not posting in a bit. Been in a bit of a slump with my job is making me go onto a stint of days again which always throws my mental health down the drain, as well as busy as hell, but I have some stuff in drafts and plan to get back to it asap. Big love.
As tax, here’s some Gerard way looking like such a cutie that it’s sickening while playing the best gig I could have hoped for
About the pet AU, do the cybertronians understand what their human pets are saying whenever they try to communicate with them?
Thank you for the question and sorry it's taking me so long to get round to peoples asks ;-; I see them, they're wonderful, I'll get to them I promise, and I appreciate you guys.
When I write the AU, I imagine there's no understanding between them. they're hearing organic animal gibberish noises and we are hearing mechanical clicks, revs, vents and static (or whatever Cybertronian truly sounds like lol.) There is no common understanding more than we can differentiate the meows of a cat from hungry, to wanting attention, to angry or scared and cats can understand when we are telling them off, cooing at them, or calling them to come. We get the very basic meaning or emotion behind it, with plenty of mistakes along the way, but that's about it.
Some smarter owners work on trying to find ways to translate or catalogue words and phrases and their meanings but much like the videos of the pets using the language buttons, it would be written off as rewards based learned behaviour, selective evidence, or inserting meaning to coincidence etc. The more mechs try this, often with error, the more the data pool becomes muddied and it reinforces to most there's no truth to it.
I also like to think a species having over 7000 languages is pretty unique and would also feed into the belief that human vocalisation has only been learned to communicate basic needs or threats to tribe members or owners like any other animal call. "you're trying to say 'fuhk myh phoot' means they specifically hurt their ped? well mines sounded completely different when I accidently dropped my wrench on theirs. They said something that sounded like 'ayee pootah tohnteh' so fake news idiot" kind of vibes.
Bonus: I bet some mechs try to repeat the noises back at their human and are met with horrified, confused, or enthusiastic reactions that convinces them they can 100% speak human (the same way I get into meowing conversations with my kitties xD). they can't. When we do this back at them they probably think it's adorable or uncanny with no in between. Humans are very adept at vocal mimicry but its shrugged off because it's just a quirky animal trait which lots of Earth creatures use to survive on that weird dirt and water death planet.
Could I perhaps ask for whirl having a sparkling? I just know that big bad wecker would totally have sparkling fever whenever he sees someone's else's sparkling and it would be so bittersweet for him😭 I love whirl so much and I understand if you don't wanna write this but thanks for giving it a look anyway❤️
Sure!
Domestic
Whirl x Reader
• “He’s got my optics,” he says, reaching out a claw to touch your son’s helm as the sparkling warbles and curls into you. “You know before the senate ripped my face off and made me into sex incarnate,” he adds and you give him a look. ‘Yeah, you have got to stop saying stuff like that by the time he starts understanding words,’ you mutter as you offer the tiny sparkling a finger and you smile as those little servos cling to you. Adjusting your son against yourself as he chirps and mouths your fingers, you lean slightly when Whirl tries to tap a claw against your baby’s helm again.
• “And I’d prefer it if his first word wasn’t a bad word,” you add and he huffs through his vents, hooking an arm around your shoulders and tugging you into his side. ‘There are no bad words. Society just wants you to believe there are,’ he says and you roll your eyes at him. ‘You have any idea how unsettling it is when you do that?’ He asks, resting his head against yours. ‘You think he’s going to be able to do that?’
• Shaking your head at him, you croon down at your son as he chirps and kicks his chubby legs. Even knowing what had happened to Whirl, a part of you had expected a tiny chicken legged cyclops with claws. And gun tits. Almost getting pulled down with him when Whirl lays down on his side behind you, you give him a look. “How do you feel about sparkling fights? Because I’m pretty sure my kid can kick Rodimus’s daughter’s aft.” Inhaling slowly, you try to ignore him.
• “I’m not hearing a no,” he growls and he holds a claw up to your lips when your mouth opens. “No, too late. He needs a sparkling fight name. Something that inspires fear. Like Captain Annihilator or Kevin.” You’re just staring at him, your alien eyes doing the creepy thing again before you lean to grab a pillow and press it over his face. “You know you can’t actually suffocate me, right? But look at you teaching our son your violent, organic ways.”
• Leaning your weight into pressing the pillow against his head, he’s still talking even though the words are muffled. Not being able to understand him is probably a good thing, though. You’re pretty sure he’s still giving name ideas. “Don’t worry. Your daddy’s an idiot and he isn’t allowed to help with your name,” you croon as Whirl kicks a leg, dramatically pretending to suffocate now. Pressing a kiss against the sparkling’s helm as he warbles, you lift the pillow. ‘I’m thinking Badassatron,’ he suggests and you slap the pillow back down on his head.
A human ends up on the lost light and the bots don’t know what to do with the tiny, feral organic who is violently horny and trying to get any of the bots to touch them and play with them all the time.
Instead of actually writing something, here’s a shitpost of memes about how they react.