My name is Brutus! I go by she | her and it | its. I am 21 years old, my birthday is May 24, and I am Atlantic Canadian.
This blog will mostly contain multifandom reader inserts that I write, some cross-posted from my ao3 account.
If you ever want to talk about my work or discuss a fandom we share in common, my PMs & inbox are open to anyone! Have no shame and yap away.
I hope you enjoy what I write for you!
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Currently Writing For:
Transformers
Paused Writing For:
Dr. Stone
Hunter x Hunter
Gachiakuta
I mostly reblog on @archiveofbrutus
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Only female or gender-neutral readers (no ocs)
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Requesting
Each post type requires different information, so this is generally what I need for different requests.
Transformers requests, please include desired continuity for any request/matchup! Optionally, a faction can be picked too.
Headcanons | Drabbles | Oneshots:
Character(s), some form of prompt, reader's gender, and extra details.
You should not specify which (headcanons/drabbles/oneshot); I pick based off how much I have to say/what ideas I get from your prompt.
Requests with multiple characters (maximum of 10) will automatically be headcanons or drabbles.
Matchups:
Preferred character gender(s), which fandom(s), anything about you (the more the merrier; can be linked via Pastebin if long or messaged to me).
You will always get a platonic and romantic matchup, unless you request otherwise.
Other
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I have! To be entirely honest I heard of it because of Revel. I fear it is impossible to be apart of the Transformers reader insert sphere without seeing what Revel is getting up to!
I'm interested, but I am unsure if I should watch it. I'm trying to feel out its audience/what it compares to (ex: more like Prime? Animated? RID? G1?) before I get into watching it!
On a side note I did just see Pacific Rim for the first time. Can confirm I love giant robots.
Hi dear Author-nim, I just wanted to tell you, that you are really, REALLY good writer and I fell in love with your work with Gachiakuta "Apathy v empathy".
So, what I wanted to tell is, I hope you are alright and healthy and I really want to read all your works, because reading your AVE really bring me a lot of emotions, I swear I never smiled so big I swear recently, I didn't read nothing so good.
So, ily and your work and also sorry for my English, not my best language
Hello, Anon!
Thank you so much! It is very flattering that you liked my writing. Apathy V Empathy is one of my favourite things I have written as of late.
Your English is amazing. Thank you for going out of the way to say something so nice. It encourages me to write more! (Yes, treats and compliments are the way to Brutus' heart.)
I hope you enjoy my other works and that we cross paths again, Anon!
BRUTUS! it's Stephanie! I hope you've been okay <3
STEPH STEPH STEPH I was wondering why my feed was so empty! Sorry I was off so long I think I missed your transfer 😵💫 I was like, 'oh thats so far away!' and then didnt go online for two weeks 🫣
I’m your firecracker, & I have a quick question! I’m curious who your favorite characters are in demon slayer & jjk! You can do top 3 for each, top 5, whatever you want! 💜
- 🎆
Oh my goodness, how exciting!
Demon Slayer:
Obanai
Mitsuri
Enmu
Muichiro (platonic)
Genya (platonic)
JJK:
Mahito
Choso (platonic)
Kashimo (platonic)
Inumaki (platonic)
Yuta (platonic)
I forgot to say it in my thing, but I am also so down for just a slice of life about the character(s) I do not need it to include me at all!!! I just love reading about my faves...
Thank you for asking! Thrilled to see what you do 🖤
I really loved your First Aid fic! Would you be willing to write about the other protector bots? :D
Reminiscing [Hot Spot X Reader]
In which you two finally get a break from the others, reminding you of the times before the Protectobots.
Reader is ── Gender Neutral | Human
Story is ── Romantic | Drabble
Warnings ── N/A
Song ── Reminiscing by Little River Band
The cold metal plating of his servo met your chest, stopping you from leaning any further over the bridge railing.
"I'm not going to fall, Spots."
"I'd rather not chance it." The mech's voice was muffled behind his protective mask, though the vibrations of his low voice could be felt through his digits. He pulled you back from the ledge despite protests.
It was late spring in the northern hemisphere of Earth, so the water below was still cold, and it was gushing with water fresh from winter's melted snow. If you fell in, you could get hypothermia, assuming you didn't hurt yourself on the riverbed when the current throws you around, or drown.
"Try not to overthink things. We're supposed to be getting away from responsability, remember?"
He rumbled defensively, continuing to walk alongside you down the old dirt road.
This was where you two had first met, a long time ago now. When he had run across you after your vehicle had broken down and left you stranded in the middle of nowhere.
He towed your car the whole way to the next town for you. It would have ended there, with you remaining the unaware citizen and him the typical hero, had he not been ambushed by cons and forced to transform.
Was it strange to be grateful he had gotten attacked? He couldn't help but wonder where he'd be without you today.
What a lonely reality that would be.
"To be honest, it's been hard to relax with my comms being pinged every few minutes." Hot Spot reached up to his helm, reluctantly muting the notifications from pinging him. He had told the others 'emergencies only,' and they were clearly ignoring his request.
You couldn't help but chuckle. You could only imagine what it was like to be forced into a team you'd barely met. If you had to guess, it was mostly Rook or Blades bothering him.
"The night you found me, I was really grateful. I mean, obviously because I got to meet you but..." Your voice trailed off, looking over the stretching fields of green hugged by forest. "I only had my license for a week at the time, and I didn't know this area. I was an anxious mess."
"I remember thinking, man, I'll be stuck out here for hours before I see any other people. And then I saw your headlights in my rearview mirror." His red optics peered down at you, brightening with interest when you stopped in your tracks to look back at him.
"That feeling of relief I felt. I still feel it anytime I see you. It never really went away."
The Autobot was still, his spark humming as his engine rumbled. He knew you couldn't see, but he smiled.
"It means a lot to me, knowing that you trust me." Hot Spot knelt to the ground, scooping you up into his servos to lift you towards his helm. Slowly, and with extreme caution, he pressed you against his mouth guard.
"You're the only reason I still feel sane. Not sure I can do the whole 'leader' think without you." He vented, blowing all the hair from your face in the process, before nuzzling his helm against you.
"Coming back here reminds me just how lucky I was to have found you."
Author's Note ── I adore Hot Spot a lot, actually, so I wanted to give him some real love! I adore a lot of the protectobots (mmm...Aid...). Rook is my favourite of the few that rotate!
Reader is ── Gender Neutral | Cybertronian
Story is ── Romantic | Headcanons + Drabbles
Warnings ── N/A
Atomizer
✦ ── The destruction of Kimia was the destruction of all hope Atomizer had that you'd come back. Escaping the exploding facility meant leaving all traces of you he still had behind. You'd left long before it was attacked, declared missing in action, but he'd hoped if he stayed where he was, you'd find your way back to him.
✦ ── Atomizer doesn't do 'moving on' very easily. He is dedicated to you. He will wait, even if it's hopeless. Since the two of you worked for Brainstorm on Kimia, he decides to follow the scientist onto the Lost Light.
✦ ── Imagine his surprise when, on some random side quest, he finds you'd been saved and taken in by the Circle of Light. Whatever insane luck this is, he takes it. He's sweeping you into his arms and not letting go until you're tapping out.
✦ ── Attached to your hip for a good amount of time following your reuniting. He acts nonchalant about it, but he still feels shame for not being able to find you. You had nearly died, and it was only thanks to luck they found you in time.
✦ ── Enjoys telling you about all the news on the ship. What's happened since takeoff, who else is onboard, and the best drinks at Swerve's. Wants to engrain you into the culture of it and get you comfortable. Keeping you safe may or may not fuel his dislike for Rodimus later on...
"I'd feel a lot better if you kept something on you other than a sword to keep you safe. This ship can be unpredictable." Atomizer cleared his vents, walking alongside you to his habsuite.
He was helping you carry some of your things as you finally got clearance to share a habsuite with him.
"Trust me, I do!" Once you set a stack of datapads at the foot of your recharge slab, you reached for the sword on your back. When it released from its holding mechanism, the sword began to transform into a sleek compound bow.
"I refitted the crossbow you gifted me into this! Of course, I had to compromise on the 'cross' part to make the components work with a sword..." Atomizer nearly dropped everything he was holding, engine rumbling.
"I'm madly in love with you."
"Eh?"
Crosscut
✦ ── Both being senators on Cybertron, the two of you had gotten used to seeing one another constantly, more than you were apart. When the war started, that all changed. Being stretched across the galaxies in the beginnings of an awful war made it impossible to stay in contact.
✦ ── The only way he knew you were still online was if he heard your name in passing. Sometimes, if he were lucky, he might have met someone who worked alongside you so he could get some kind of update on your life. From what he gathered, you were a lot more battle-intensive than him.
✦ ── He never expected you to be there at Megatron's trial. He should have, but somewhere deep within his processor he'd started to worry you might have gone offline. But there you were, waiting patiently for him when the Lost Light landed.
✦ ── Ever the dramatist, Crosscut's lifting you up into his arms and spinning you around in front of the whole crew. He doesn't care who can see. This moment is nothing short of inspirational to him.
✦ ── You'd mentioned hearing about his plays, how happy you were he was finally taking up being a playwright, and how he'd joined the infamous Lost Light crew. Some part of him was envious that you'd managed to find out so much about him; if not guilty he hadn't looked harder for news about you.
"Is this based on us?" You had another datapad in your servos, already halfway through the first act.
"Of course it is. Most of them are." Despite the guard covering his mouth, you could see the way his optics smiled from across the table.
You were finally taking the time to get through each play. Not all had been published, and some had never crossed your desk in your time apart.
It was nice to be together, doing something other than work.
"Surely not 'My Shovel, Your Face,' though?" You leaned forward, smile indicative of your teasing.
"Surely not. That'd be ridiculous! But you are a major character."
Motormaster
✦ ── It comes as a surprise to the Stunticons when you appear one cycle, hand on Motormaster's shoulder, with a warm smile. They're pretty sure you're about to get your helm ripped off.
✦ ── No such thing occurs. Instead, you are pulled against his frame so quickly the clash of metal indicates you've both just scratched your paint to all hell. But what does that matter? It's been tens of thousands of years since you last saw one another. Thousands since you last spoke. Hundreds since you last messaged.
✦ ── Being a gestalt, let alone the leader, means he has no 'private' life from the Stunticons. He cannot go where he wants, especially not as a soldier. Menasor is needed. You, in your more technical skills, were kept far from the battlegrounds.
✦ ── He is gruff, cold, and blunt even with you. But he grips your servo tightly, keeps your frame close, and will severely damage any teammate of his who so much as looks at you wrong.
✦ ── Doesn't feel the need to 'make up' for lost time. No time is lost so long as you two are Conjunx, even if it is not spent side by side. Knowing you were out there was all he needed to maintain his will to lead and fight. The only reason Menasor fights not just to win, but to survive. All from his will to see you again, however long that is.
It was surprisingly difficult to keep up with the semi-truck as he raced along uneven terrain, the growl of his engine drowning out your own. He was made for this kind of thing, while you certainly weren't.
"I might have to walk from here, Motormaster." Your voice excited this radio, his tires screeching to a halt as your own got stuck in the half-molten tar of the planet's surface. You were forced to transform, trying to pull yourself out of the muck.
"What's the point in having such a useless alt mode?" The mech grumbled, backing up until his wheels hit the back of your knees, making them buckle until you fell back onto the deck plate.
"Motormaster!" Chains hooked themselves around your peds, pulling you from the muck without any struggle.
Unfortunately for you, they continued upwards until you were fully strapped onto him.
"Motomaster, let me off!" All you got in reply was a chuckle, and the mech took off in the same direction, this time with you in tow.
Siren
✦ ── The two of you were separated halfway into the war. Dreadfully, it had been sudden and without warning. One cycle, you were in the same squadron. Next, he was told you'd been relocated as apart of an emergency effort.
✦ ── He's waiting to hear from you. Then starts looking for any signs of you. But two million years of nothing convince him that maybe you've gone offline. He once told you that when the war was over, he'd perform the Conjunx Ritus for you. Siren holds himself to that, refusing to perform the Ritus for anyone else.
✦ ── You can imagine his surprise when just after Megatron's trial, he bumps into you on the Lost Light, escorting Megatron to Rung's office. He's louder than he's ever been, screaming as he grabs onto you to make sure you're real.
✦ ── And you are. And you seem just as happy to see him, but far less shocked. Turns out you were sent as a spy, and you'd been working along the Decepticon Elite most of your time apart. Is he proud? Of fucking course! And now he's telling everyone on board how cool his (soon to be) Conjunx is!
✦ ── There's a certain hurt that comes with not being told, but he understands spy efforts require such secrecy. He's far more happy to see you than upset, that stupid grin stretched across his face. Much to everyone else's annoyance, he's only gotten louder with you back at his side.
"SOUNDWAVE? THE SOUNDWAVE?!" Siren jumped up from his seat, nearly bumping his face into yours. You laughed with his enthusiasm.
After being kicked from Swerve's for being too noisy, and then the halls for being loud, the two of you are now in the oil reservoir, far from anyone's unwanting audio receptors.
"I hadn't expected it either! Prowl had me fitted with a processor scraper so he could only read the thoughts we wanted him to. But I was still pretty nervous he would find me out." Being a spy and integrating with the cons was always nerve-wracking work, though. "The trick is to stand out on purpose."
"You're amazing," Siren vented, his voice the quietest you'd heard all day. Reaching forward, you placed your servo against the side of his helm.
"I had great inspiration."
Trepan
✦ ── It was his fault you two never crossed paths, and he accepts that as a flaw of his own nature. The New Institute needed him, and he couldn't tell anyone he was close to where he'd be or what he would be doing. Especially not the one he loved most.
✦ ── But he continued his work in hope that whatever it was he was doing behind the scenes, no matter how sinister, would help you out there in the main battle. Thankfully, he not only heard of you, but he'd also see you in the memories of some he poked and prodded at.
✦ ── Your reuniting with him is chaotic. He's nearly offline in a medical facility in backwater areas of the galaxy he'd been held in by Overlord. Someone was sent to kill him, and someone was sent to save him. In the end, his near-lifeless corpse was brought to you just in time.
✦ ── He's in the best care under your tools. No longer the medic in training he knew so long ago, you're now the head medic in a facility dedicated to saving mechs like him. Mechs had little to nothing left to salvage. When he finally wakes, he could have sworn he was in the afterspark, seeing your optics looking right back at him.
✦ ── If he could hug you, thank you, kiss you, and apologize to you, he would. But for now, he remains unable to move as you slowly nurture him back to health. For the first time in a long time, he is the patient. Trepan, for only a moment, wonders if he deserved to be treated so kindly after all he's done.
"Good morning, Trepan." Your voice took time for his audio receptors to interpret, optics lighting up to see you stood over him. Light was filtering in through a window in the room, giving your plating a warm glow.
His racing processor relaxed, pausing its self-repairs to bask in your company.
"That's a saying on Earth, the planet we're on. I can't wait for you to really get out of this room and see it. The views are beautiful, and the inhabitants are very lovely." Your servos were already working on one of his, doing the tedious work of rebuilding his mnemosurgery interfacing tools.
"You're doing an impressive job reworking your processor. I can see all the progress you're making. Keep it up." Every word out of you was an encouragement for him to hang on.
He could hardly wait to move again. To stop being your patient and go back to being your partner.
Author's Note ── I have never struggled so much finding pics for my banner EVER. Motormaster just gets pretty pictures to frame his evil face.
SO NICE TO SEE YOU, CASTOR!!! I was hoping you would request <3 I included some others you mentioned liking for funsies.
still signing i see......interacting after like months without opening tumblr......its been so long bruv idont even go there i have never once consumed any transformers piece of media but WHATEVER!!!!!! I'M STILL GOINF TO READ EVERYTHINF YOU WROTE YOU CANT STOP ME BRUTUS
Never give up...never stop signing...
Take as long as you want. I'm a sitting duck these days. It's easy to catch me. You could probably go on a multi-year-long pilgrimage, and I would still be posting fanfic.
YOU DO NOT HAVE TO READ ALL OF MY FANFIC YUMMYY I feel bad for all my anime enjoyers because usually a multifandom blog sticks to anime, but I really 180'd into a multiple continuity comics/shows/movies fandom of transforming alien robot transports.
Hear me out the phase sixer having sparklings and now everyone has to deal with tiny terrors running around the galaxy
Thank you so much! I've only just gotten back into writing Transformers content, but it's always a joy!
Unfortunately (and to no fault of your own), I do not write about pregnancy, children, sparklings, or menstruation. I updated my FAQ to reflect that! I only just realized I never put it anywhere; my bad!
Please, if you have any other requests, shoot them my way! I still love writing about Phase Sixers.
Oh my goodness...yes...it is in fact ConnorEatsPants...
I have been waiting for someone to notice for the longest time, and I am excited to say you are the first! It is a cut of this lovely art by Gomiidd. I resonate with his humour.
Could I get something for deathasaurus? General or nsfw idm! I just adore his design and his wings ahh, <3
Deathsaurus [X Reader]
In which you fall in love with your captain and vice versa.
Reader is ── Gender Neutral | Cybertronian
Story is ── Romantic | Headcanons
Warnings ── N/A
✦ ── When you joined his warworld you expected to fall into the background. Find yourself a comfortable spot and hope this will be the last time you'll have to find a new team.
✦ ── But Deathsaurus' warworld and following fleet are a completely different breed of con in a surprisingly nice kind of way. You are not only welcomed, but your skills are also celebrated and put to genuine use.
✦ ── The work ethic drilled into you from your previous jobs helped, of course. A lot of the cons around you were far more relaxed and into the world-ravaging part. Meanwhile, you held skills in navigation and management.
✦ ── When a friend of yours overheard that Deathsaurus needed an extra hand with administration after someone retired, they immediately recommended you for the position.
✦ ── He's as charismatic as the first few times you crossed paths. Working alongside him everyday made it far more obvious it wasn't an act but his genuine care for the crew. In turn, it made you genuinely enjoy your work and put more effort into it.
✦ ── Your friendship starts with a few drinks after work, where he'd invite you to sit with him to introduce you to other higher-ups in the fleet. It isn't long before there's always an empty seat beside him waiting for you, and you don't wait for an invite to join him.
✦ ── He's already catching feelings by the time he invites you on a small mission alongside him, just the two of you. Being alone in close proximity gives you the first glimpse at your feelings.
✦ ── May or may not be amused by your lack of fighting experience, but it gives him more of an excuse to show off his strength when you come under attack during your mission. It's a dramatic display, him taking on several others on his own and still having time to flash you a cheeky grin.
✦ ── Wants to court you properly, so he won't rush. Especially not since he's your superior. Deathsaurus wants to feel out whether you're being polite out of courtesy to your superior or out of genuine interest in him.
✦ ── Once he has the first hint that you enjoy his company on a personal level, then he'll start making his advances obvious. Until then, he is content sharing drinks and enjoying time with you.
Author's Note ── Gf course you can... I got lost in the plot here, but I love this guy, and I think of him all the time. Had to force myself to stop or I'd write a damn series featuring you and him.
Can you write some crying comfort headcannons with IDW first aid?:) I fear I cry at everything and he’s my favourite boy ❤️🩹
First Aid [X Reader]
In which something has troubled you to the point of tears, and First Aid knows just what to do.
Reader is ── Gender Neutral | Human
Story is ── Romantic | Headcanons + Drabbles
Warnings ── N/A
✦ ── The first time he sees you cry, he's worried it's a far more serious and deadly symptom. Last time he dealt with tears, it was people rusting out from the inside, and now he's terrified humans can do that too.
✦ ── But once he knows what's going on, he never forgets how to handle it. He gets a lot more efficient at figuring out whether it's a good, bad, or really bad kind of cry. They all have different responses from him, of course.
✦ ── Has a little compartment on him reserved for a human med kit and a few comforts, such as the tissue box he hands you whenever you need it.
✦ ── You're a great means for practicing his bedside manner with patients, too. Cybertronians don't tend to express discomfort as openly as humans do, so you're allowing him to prepare for the event a patient needs him more emotionally.
✦ ── Typically his soothing words are super sweet, but he'll occasionally knock you straight from tears to laughter with some of the strange things he says, thinking they're comforting.
"It's okay if you need to cry for a bit. Woud it help for me to collect your tears so you can recycle them?"
It takes a moment for the words to register, but when they do, you're crying harder, and he's holding your shoulders, worried he's upset you further.
"Humans don't recycle tears, Aid." You were laughing despite the sting in your eyes. "Any water is fine."
✦ ── Once he gets the go-ahead, he much prefers to offer comfort physically. Running a servo up and down your back in smooth circles. Pushing pressure points in your hand to help relieve the tension in your head. Letting you lean against him.
✦ ── In fact, let him lay a few thick blankets on himself, and you can crawl right onto his lap. He'll wrap you in a cocoon of comfort, put on some music, a youtuber, or any media you like to fill the silence, and spend some time reading reports on his datapad.
✦ ── Genuinely take as long as you need. He can sit in silence and let you cry or talk you through whatever you like. First Aid is amazing at following your mood to figure out what you need and is happy to adapt if that changes.
✦ ── While he doesn't like seeing you upset or overwhelmed, he does feel a sense of pride that you go to him as a source of comfort. Feeling like he's doing a good job at taking care of you makes him more confident next time you need him.
✦ ── Whenever you're on a safe planet or Earth, he'll let you into his passenger seat and drive for as long as it takes. Windows rolled down, driving down empty roads along coasts or through beautiful scenery. Anything to soothe you.
The radio was tuned to a local station playing 80s songs, the volume low enough that the lyrics blended into the breeze from his open windows.
"Cows..." You mumbled into the fabric of the blanket wrapped around you, eyes peeking out at the lush green meadow you were passing by.
A herd of dairy cows along the fenced side of the road ate peacefully, some ackowledging the ambulance as it slowed.
"Hughland Cattle, from my searches. Some of the friendliest in the Bovidae family." You could feel the vibration of his voice when he spoke. "There's a petting zoo several kilometres along. Want to try?"
Author's Note ── Thank you so much! First Aid is an amazing character. One of my (many) favourites. I hope this brings you comfort whenever you feel in need of it 🖤
