Squibs, 28 🔞 They/He, queer. This is my TF blog My art tag is #Squibs Scribbles and my writing tag is #Squibs Writes (Icon edited by @actuallynobutwhynot )
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Do you think you'll ever make a version of Silken Synapses with a different sex reader? I dont have a penis :(
Nope! I don't do rewrites of my fics bc if I did, for starters I would get multiple messages constantky asking to tweak something for someone in a specific way. "Can you make the reader have long hair?" "can the reader not have glasses?" "can you make the character use she/her pronouns?" I would have to re-copy, edit, and post the same fic over and over based off requests for something like that. I've had comments on my fics on ao3 where someone asked to make reader a bottom. I had written an entire oneshot with a top.
The second thing is I dont Fucking Wanna. I generally imagine my reader inserts to have penises. And there's something like... 8 times more fic with readers with vaginas. You aren't really suffering from a dry pool. I LIKE having a reader with a penis.
Anyways this isnt scolding just uhhh. I mean, go read a different one if the reader having a different set of genitals than you isn't your thing.
Why is the human for Feral Fears black? I thought reader inserts were supposed to be vague
I can do whatever I goddamn please. If I get another comment about how I see the fucking human and how I MENTALLY HAVE A BODY AND DESIGN PICKED OUT FOR SPACING AND SIZING REFERENCES IN THE FIC, I will canonically make the human black and Polynesian and you will only ever see the descriptions talk about carob skin and micro locs.
Just finished reading feral fears and ohhhhh my god. Oh my god it’s so good. *chef’s kiss* twas phenomenal!!
When I read the part about how they took samples from the human’s ass, all I could picture was this spongebob image.
Was wondering, since so far we’re seen spears as the main weapon of choice, does the human prefer spears or are they being resourceful with what they have on hand… 🤔 and if not spears, what would the weapon of choice be? Something ranged? Something more unwieldy, like a hammer or club? Did they Study The Blade while away from Earth?
Either way, fantastic writing! Do you have an ao3 that you cross post to? I’d love to subscribe if so 💜💜💜
1: EEEEEE EHEHEHEHE /)w(\ I love hearing people loved it thats such a nice thing.
2: Yeah the way i want people to remember that bit is like... they used the SMALLEST needle they had available. Which was still about, like, the width of a pencil. One of those things where it doesnt seem that big but it basically would be like a hole punch lmao.
3. While I cant tell everything, i will say, the human has a fondness for spears, shivs and knives because they're easier to make out of scrap materials and regarding spears, are long reaching weapons that are quick to learn, can hit vitals easily, can be a stabbing or cutting impliment based off the blade (this is usually made with scalpel blades for the human) and are also THROWN weapons. If the human had their choice, they'd probably rather have a gun but the bullets would be mostly ineffective. They can definitely handle a hammer though.
4. Ah, my AO3. Unfortunately i have not posted anything there in... ages. I think the last thing I did post was a ROTTMNT fic I was working on ehich I still wanna get back to, buuuut... ive been working on a Dungeon Crawler Carl fic. That one is with an oc and is a very very very slow burn romance if I have it my way. Here's the Link to my ao3, but fair warning, i havent done anything in ages. I'd written a few fairly popular fics back in the day (A Monster Prom reader insert fic called Sheep In Wolf's Clothing, a MHA fic called Jukebox Heroes, and one of those Undertale AU reverse harem x Reader series things where the various aus of sans and papyrus want Reader but i made the reader a jaded adult on the surface and the sanses/papyruses all appeared in their home, I thiiink this was called Never Better??) but deleted them due to very very excessive fan interaction. Which sounds like someone complaining about success but I used to have anxiety attacks because people would ask when the next chapter of XYZ was coming out. So i ended up deleting those fics.
ANYWAYS ALL THIS TO SAY: My AO3 is a little dry rn, i haven't thought to crosspost over to my ao3 bc i was just keeping stuff more simple over here in tumblr but maybe I will. And as a heads up to anyone who sees this- please don't ask when my next chapter if whatever the fuck is coming out. I dont know. I've tried doing consistent schedules, it doesnt work, it comes out when I finish it. But I may start putting a Dungeon Crawler Carl fic on my ao3 but i know not everyone here is here for that.
Hi heads up! You can see I posted a new chapter. Cool! So-
If you've been following along, i got real big into Dungeon Crawler Carl. I just finished book two and hopefully can get the 3rd tomorrow. The 3rd book is a known pain for some to get through, so until I'm finished with The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook, I'm not gonna do any writing bc I can already tell I'm gonna have to hammer away at it. Just a heads up for why the next chapter will be a bit of a wait.
Sorry! But I know if I start, im gonna get distracted, and take way longer to read the book and I read in short bursts. I'm also putting off working on a DCC fic and a Hades/Hades 2 fic idea in order to read this.
Ratchet had to give the human a blood draw in order to have a good basis for their health while instructing the Science Department of the issue at hand and asking if it would be possible to synthesize something nutrient dense for them to consume. He had to use the smallest needle he had available, one that would have been used for nmenosugery, and two mechs had to hold the human down. Ratchet decided the fattiest part would be the least painful, and practically punched a hole in the human's rear.
The scream was so loud and shrill, First Aid's visor feed glitched out, and Ambulon felt like his dentae were going to buzz out of his oral cavity.
They then had to keep the human pinned while looking over the arm they were cradling close. Ratchet stared at the scan of the staircase fracture they had snapped back into place and bound in rag and tape, before looking over at the already pained and pissed human.
It was… healing, but not well. Not… set. Almost perfect, but if what he remembers from Earth still applied, then… this could cause lifelong issues if not properly fixed.
“Hold them still. Don't let them fight out of this.”
Ambulon and First Aid both braced. Ambulon opted to entirely deactivate his audial sensors for the moment, knowing what was about to happen. The two holoforms pressed the human down against the floor of the bin, putting them into a medical hold.
‘Dr. Atchet’ mimed taking a breath. “Ready? This is going to hurt. One-”
SNAPKRAKKRAK.
This screech was more violent, and the human kicked and bit, wailing as the medic re-broke their delicate bones. Ratchet's holomatter form then quickly went about re-setting the ulna and radius, casting the arm, looping a sling, everything he could.
“We will work on what we can to try and synthesize some painkillers for you. Try to relax. I'm sorry we had to do this.”
He spoke with… a bit more delicate nature than normal. Humans were frail, skittish things and this one… this human behaved more like a beaten spark hound. Violent and hateful and scared. Feral and fierce. Hell, when they'd discovered the human had eaten energon, they had to… purge the stomach with the thinnest tube and a small amount of water, as everything else would surely kill them. The human fought that as well.
Once all was done, Ratchet lowered his hand in, and one by one, the… “humans” climbed aboard, and he snatched the medics out before the human could get to their feet. Growling and snarling.
“Should we have taken their weapons…?” Ambulon asked, peering silently at the human. His scuffed paint refracted oddly in the light.
Ratchet shook his helm.
“No, best not to. They're the smallest thing on this ship, surrounded by towering mechanical creatures. We can talk to it, but it won't reply. That tells us something's scrambled its little processor, crossed its fleshy wires. Let it be armed. It's small weapons that won't hurt us too badly, and lets them feel they have some sense of control or power. Plus, it will hopefully keep some of the crew from feeling grabby.” He looked back at the human. “Again, we're… sorry that we had to do that. It was with your best interest in mind.”
The responding snarl was expected. He didn't hold it against them too much. If some titan held him down and jabbed him with a needle the size of his digit, he'd be in a sour mood as well.
—
Hate.
Hate, Hate, hate, all the little human knew was HATE.
They were vibrating in rage, the anger roiling in them so hot and molten that it was like liquid lead boiled in their veins.
Of course. They hurt them. This was probably some form of exotic pet trade or something. The fucking metal monsters were patching them up and “fixing” them to make them more palatable to sell. Like cropping a dog's ears or declawing a cat.
Fuck them. They weren't letting themself get declawed.
The stupid, bastarding robots had turned and were studying something on one of the tables they guessed were around. Distracted and guard low.
Which was PERFECT for the human.
Digging through their pack, they pulled out those heavy-duty magnets they'd scrounged and lobbed one over the side of the trash bin or whatever they were in. Waiting until it latched, they tugged on the attached wire rope and began climbing. It was hard. A horrible, painful thing that jarred their arm. But they weren't stopping. The fear had distracted them from their hunger, but it was getting dire. They had pumped their stomach, flushed them out with water and saline, and now what little had been in them originally was gone.
They didn't care if that glowing shit had been toxic, they're STARVING. And for one glorious moment, they had felt full. It had tasted like… static and starlight and batteries but it was something. Something, something, SOMETHING.
The human snarled, looping another chunk of wire up around their good arm and kept their feet planted, slowly inching their way up further.
They weren't a toy. A pet, a friend, a plaything, a prisoner. They didn't want this. They wanted nothing to do with any of these bastards-
They squeaked, squirming and kicking, hissing and flailing even though it hurt. Two metal digits had plucked them up by their raggedy clothes, and when they squirmed to wriggle free, a hand cupped under them.
The human turned and glared. Snarled at the patchy, shitty looking robot.
“I don't think that's the best idea. Come on, back in the bin with you, little human-”
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“-OW!!”
Ratchet turned just in time to see that little blade finish its arc. First Aid rushed over to help restrain the human while Ambulon covered the spot near his optics that the human nicked.
“Ratchet, maybe sedation is honestly the best course of action.”
“Can't. We don't have many human-safe things.”
“Aren't humans like… fleshy shockmites?? They can survive anything!” Ambulon queries. The CMO shakes his helm.
“Not while it's like this. Maybe we can get Rung back in here…-”
“I don't think that's a good idea. Remember how it screamed at him? I don't even know what half the words it said meant but I understand the rage.”
Ratchet grumbled finally, taking the human and placing it on the table once more. The little organic scrambled to their feet, but Ratchet blocked it in with his arms on either side.
“Alright, listen here. Polite medic is out the airlock. You are going to stop hurting my medics while you are in my med bay, or I will talk to Ultra Magnus about keeping you in a box with a lid and air holes. How about that??”
The human spat on him, before yanking out another makeshift spear from god knows where- and Ratchet wondered if maybe he should have listened to Ambulon. He retracted his arm, but not quick enough, and Primus, he had to hand it to the little bastard, they knew their soft spots. Right between two joints where there was a pain sensor, the spear head stabbed in and sliced a tube, spilling energon in a small leak.
However… Ratchet was getting very fed up. And well… he snapped.
He didn't hit- Primus, he knew better. He would have atomized them into a gory smear on the metal surface. However, the human scrambled to slip through the gap he'd made. And if they did, it would cause a panic. He slammed his arm back down in place, just barely missing the little organic, and making the surface vibrate. Snarling, faceplate twisted into something that looked rather severe, he did the only thing his processor offered in such a moment.
“SIT DOWN AND BEHAVE, DAMNIT!”
The scene that followed was… interesting.
The human just… shut down. Their face going pale and almost looking grey. Their hands shook, and they just… collapsed, like a string holding them up had snapped. They fell onto their ass and just… sat. Stiff but limp all at once. They clung to the spear, but didn't move, and their eyes looked far away.
Ratchet stared. Ambulon stared. First Aid stared. Skids, who had swung by because he wanted to witness the little demon everyone was talking about, stared. It was like the fierce little human's engine had been ripped out, and they were stuck now in idle, or had even just… shut down.
Ratchet sighed. Moved his arm up and away. The human stayed seated, even as he moved to start repairing the still-bleeding line.
“Something tells me we are going to find out what's wrong with the little earthling is worse than we imagine,” he grumbled, Skids peering over his shoulder. The hyper-learner waved a hand in front of them and other than flinching, the human didn't move.
“...Stand up.”
Ratchet watched, optic cycling in mild fascination as the human got to their feet. Only to then, in the same, commanding tone, tell it to sit back down. Which it did without fuss.
“I didn't hit it,” Ratchet murmured. “It shouldn't have been stunned by my arm, as it didn't get injured…”
Skids shook his head. “It's not… stunned. It's obeying.” He looked over at the medic, and then the others.
“This stays between us and probably Rung. But someone trained this human.”
“If it's trained, why is it attacking us?” First Aid asked, peeking closer. “I thought these were… yknow. Sentient. And it's vicious.”
“It was probably trained for all sorts of reasons. But my first two thoughts on something being trained AND highly aggressive are usually battle. They trained it to fight.”
“...Fight us?? The giant, far more intelligent, eons old cybertronians?” Ambulon asked, bewildered. His self-healing had kicked in, and the cut to his optic was already almost patched.
Dread settled into Ratchet's tanks when he remembered what happened to his first holo-matter form.
“No,” he rasped, looking back at the human. The vacancy in its eyes slowly fading. “It was trained to attack humans.”
If Blurr could eat human foods he would eat Mango like he would Pussy/Ass.
Human coming home hearing the most vile, wet noises and moaning and wondering if he's having crazy sex with someone else and cheating. Meanwhile Blurr is surrounded by a bunch of mango peels and working on his ninth that hour.
Oh my godddd yes he would
Would be funny if he becomes addicted to them, so every day, he comes back from work, opens up the garage fridge (containing only mangos) and starts biting and sluping them
(but first you need to teach him not to eat the entire thing in one bite. No, the crunch isn't normal)
Blurr x Mango just feel so right idk what exactly it is but it feels very Him.
Meanwhile I feel like Megatron would be a blackberry or cherry kinda guy generally across all the iterations but depending on how edgy they are hes like. Shredding through steaks and venison. (Looking at you, TFP and TFA)
Yknow whats a wild card? I feel like Optimus Prime is a big Salad guy. Idk what it is but I feel like he would like Fresh Green Taste yanno
