Compared to how much human language and Cybertronian are different from other, they would never guess one day their human would come to them and use some keyboard device to talk to them. (Like how rocky talk to grace on the ship lol)
Human: *start typing* [ Greetings fellow bot. ]
Bots: !??!!! You can talk Cybertronian now?!
Human: *clicking sound* [ Yes, how are you today? ]
Bots: Fine…Great actually—, wow you really speak our language…this is incredible!
Human: [ device still in developing]
Human: [ want to know bot’s name ]
Bots: but aren’t you already know my name?
Human: [ in cybertronian not earth language ]
Bots: OH— okay it’s (…).
Human: *typing* [ -— -—? ]
Bots: YES! I’m so proud of you! Good human!
Human: [ proud happy thank you ]
Bots: *mutter* Primus…this is the best day of my life.
This post is a huge PSA for anyone writing X Reader content
You may not think this post applies to you, but it does.
There is a massive issue with inclusivity and assuming the audience. I have seen and personally experienced, time and time again, that me and many others feel as if we have no place in fandom. This specific part of it has to do with the majority of "x reader" content out there. It is all written for a cisgender (mostly heterosexual) white woman audience.
Now, cis white women getting content made for them is OBVIOUSLY not the issue here. People write for their personal interests, and there is nothing wrong with that. We all know this, and we all enjoy a fun story with our favorite characters centering around us.
The main issue here is the mentioned women not tagging their content properly, refusing to tag their content properly, straight up lying in the tags or not tagging things at all.
Trans men, nonbinary people, trans women, gay men, disabled people, fat people, intersex people and many people of color or non-american readers are constantly left out of fandom space and forgotten entirely. I've seen hundreds of complaints about it, and it needs to be spoken about more. While I'm on specifically talking about the fanfiction part of it, it is a VISIBLE issue in every fandom space you could possibly partake in. I don't even need to explain to you the rampant racism and transphobia in the cosplay community.
And the fix is extremely easy! TAG YOUR THINGS PROPERLY. It is the easiest, simplest form of allyship one could do for the community, and it goes miles. However, a lot of you seem to not understand how to, even if your heart is in the right place.
How to tag your fanfiction for the general audience:
- Specify the gender of the reader. This goes MUCH farther than just what pronouns are used. I've read WAY too many fanfics that tell me it is gender neutral, only to be hit with nicknames like "princess", or to be told the intended reader loves dresses and wears a bra.
- In tags or a prior description, mention every nickname used for the reader and every possibly gendered descriptor. It's really not difficult, and doesn't take too long.
- If necessary, mention what style of clothes the reader is specified to wear. And if this applies as well, specify any highlighted personality traits you gave the reader.
- Specify the body of the reader. This also goes much farther than gender. "Afab" and "amab" don't exactly cut it. Many people are triggered by certain words connected to genitals, so specify what words are used for those as well! Also, if you are trying to write a gender neutral body, PLEASE specify whether it is entirely gender neutral or something is implied. Many say it is gender neutral, and then explain how the reader's body self lubricates, or even has a clitoris. Please do better than that.
- For the love of God, do not automatically feminize the "GN afab" reader you wrote without a warning, and PLEASE MENTION if breasts are even spoken of, let alone used for smut reasons. And do NOT refer to someone's body as having "fem" or "male" genitalia. just say vagina or penis, please.
- Specify what body type you had in mind. Many fat or even slightly chubby individuals need to look for fanfiction that specifically caters to them, because "neutral body reader" writers, tend to not make it neutral. If you have any specifics on whatever you have written for the body mentioned, do tag it!
- Specify what sort of skin tone or hair texture is mentioned, if at all. Many POC complain that they read neutral fiction just to find straight hair, pale skin, light eyes, and blushing faces to be mentioned. If any color of the body is mentioned at all, or anything is implied, do say so! This also can go for specific things you may not think about, like how long it takes hair to dry, how easy it is to brush, hairstyles and other things of the sort.
It may seem like a bit of a list, but this is really the LEAST you can do for your community. We are consistently forgotten and ignored anywhere we go, and the simple things like this truly mean a lot.
- If there is an implied location, or anything to imply a place of origin, it's best to be on the safe side and mention that if it feels important.
- Please tag if you put the reader through, or mention a past traumatic event. Casually putting the reader character through things like an abusive ex, abusive parents, bad home or work life, or something like a car accident can be highly triggering. tag your scenes thoroughly! This also applies to putting the reader insert through something like sexist comments, unwanted touching of any kind, and similarly negative situations.
I cannot tell you the amount of times I've turned to fanfiction as an outlet and an escape, as many others have, just to be jumpscared by my favorite characters misgendering me. It's truly a miserable experience knowing no place is actually welcoming to me, or in the very least accommodating for people who aren't like them. This post is NOT meant to shame or send harassment to those who are forgetful, but ignorance is never a good thing to uphold. No one is asking you to write for an audience you don't want to, we just want to KNOW who you are writing for. Assuming an entire space is all one demographic is never, ever a good thing.
If you need help writing for a demographic you don't fully understand, just ask people who are a part of it how they would! Look at how other writers write and tag their content, and listen to anyone if they have necessary critiques. I wish you all happy writing! :]
Reblogs are highly appreciated, as this message needs to be spread as far as possible!
I’m sure this is a very common take, but I haven’t had any motivation to write fandom stuff lately, so I wanted to get this little bit down while I had the inspiration
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Being the human partner of a Cybertronian, any Cybertronian really, and turning this huge, hulking, intimidating bot into a giant mechanical cat with some gentle touches, some kisses, and sweet words. Standing on your bot’s shoulder, gently stroking a hand over their cheekplate, and listening to that earthshaking rumble of their engine as they purr. Your bot gently nudging you with their cheek or nose when you stop, silently insisting the continued touch and affectionate words. Your bot mass displacing and crawling into your bed, arranging pillows on your lap before laying their head down and promptly falling into a well deserved recharge. (Let’s pretend that they wouldn’t shatter the bed frame just by putting a little weight on it, lmao-) Your bot trying to teach you chirolinguistics, not realizing that you don’t have the same kinds of sensors in your palm as they do, leaving you incredibly confused. Your bot relishing in the tiny flickers of unabashed emotion they get from your very weak organic EM field. Singing softly to your bot, only for them to croon one of their favorite Cybertronian tunes right back, and the both of you giggling over just how vastly different your music is from each other’s. Your bot trying to teach you the Cybertronian language, and you trying to teach them about human art/literature/philosophy/etc. You and your bot being soft and cute and fluffy. Send tweet 🏃♀️💨
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I hope you don’t mind me tagging you, but you’re the one who motivated me to get back into writing!!! This lil drabble certainly isn’t my best work, but it’s the most I’ve done in awhile, haha @revelboo
Y/n: Male platypus has half-inch poisonous spurs located on the inner side of the back ankle. Scientists believe that males use these spurs to compete with rivals during the breeding season. A kick from one of these bad boys is potent enough to kill small animals and cause intense pain in humans...
Bulkhead: B-but it seems friend-shaped...
Y/n*Pats his helm and kisses it*Oh boy, you are not ready to know about otter's truth of male otters...
Y/n*Is in a giant birdcafe*The Egyptians believed, the most significant thing you could do in your life... was DIE
Megatron*Who Kidnapped you, and just stared at you with a raised "brow"*I think we got a defective human...
Shockwave & Soundwave:....
Y/n*Looks at Megatron*You look like a metal shark...I like sharks- OH, did you know Baby sharks eat their siblings inside the womb of their mommy shark!... Actually, humans that too tho only with twin cases if the twin dies inside the mother
Megatron & Soundwave*Both their shoulders raise up like a flinch*...
Shockwave: Humans are...more interesting than first thought. All that they stated seems to be true
--------------------------Still inside the Nemesis--------------------------
Y/n*Is on soundwaves desk, watching him work, your leg chained to the wall*You like elephants, don't you...
Soundwave:....
Y/n: Don't try to hide it, your pretty bird of death spilled the beans. Did you know Humans and Elephants are the only ones in the animal kingdom to have chins? Not even gorillas or chimpanzees have one...
Soundwave*Was enraged Lazerbeak seems to humoir you, but then his head tilted to imagine the cuteness of elephants and now you being similar*Statement: Fact seems to be...true
Y/n: Oh, also Elephant, so matter if they're adults ot babies...think humans are cute-...go on see videos on youtube!
Soundwave:...
-Five minutes later-
Starscream*Coming into Soundwave's workplace*Soundwave, The autobots are requesting-...
Soundwave, Lazerbeak, you, and even...some vehicons are on the youtube watching a compilation of cute animal videos
Y/n: Where putting cat videos next, wanna join us?...
Transformers Autobots Characters Fully Committing To It Now (NSFW DRABBLES?)
Oh, frag.
A whole week—seven nights—of nothing but them pressing you into the berth, their frame caging yours, their voice thick and hungry as they push deep, again and again.
They’re relentless.
Every night, you start off with some strength—but by the end, you’re melting, your body wrecked, your voice nothing but soft, breathless whimpers as they fill you over and over until you can’t hold any more.
And the worst part?
You love it.
SMUT - you been warned
The characters are written down below are,, Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Ratchet, Jazz, Ironhide, Sideswipe, Crosshairs, Drift, Hound and Hotrod.
Optimus Prime
Optimus tells himself he should pace it—but the moment he’s buried deep inside you, the moment he feels you clench so sweetly around him, his restraint snaps.
Every night, he ruins you.
His thrusts are deep, deliberate, his servos pinning your hips as he watches your expression twist with pure, blissful exhaustion.
By the third night, your body practically melts into his, too spent to do anything but take what he gives. And Primus, that just makes him want to keep going.
“You asked for this,” he growls, voice dark, lips tracing your heated skin. “Now, take it.”
Bumblebee
Bee started off teasing—but by night four, it’s no longer a game.
It’s a need.
He worships you, his servos gripping tight, his engine revving as he loses himself in the way your body takes him so perfectly.
Every night, you end up a whimpering mess beneath him, your body trembling, unable to move, too wrecked to do anything but let him fill you up again.
And frag, that only makes him want to keep going.
“You’re so fragging good for me,” he groans, pressing his forehead against yours. “You still got another round in you, sweets?”
You always do.
Ratchet
Ratchet knew this was a bad idea—he knew you wouldn’t last the full week.
But Primus, you insisted.
And now?
Now, you’re spent, your frame wrecked, your voice no longer begging for more, but begging for a break—
But does he stop?
No.
His movements are slow, deliberate, his spark pulsing wildly as he watches you tremble beneath him, taking everything he gives you.
“You wanted this, love,” he rumbles, voice thick with possession. “So now, you’ll take it.”
And oh, you do.
Jazz
Jazz thought he’d be the one to tap out first.
He was wrong.
By the sixth night, you’re melting beneath him, your body weak, your voice a soft, breathless whimper as he fills you up again and again.
And Primus, he loves it.
“Too much, babe?” he teases, his smirk dark as he rolls his hips just right, making your whole frame shudder.
But the second you let out a broken moan—
Oh, frag.
He’s gone.
Ironhide
Ironhide warned you.
He told you a whole week would be too much.
But you insisted.
And now?
Now, you’re spent, your frame trembling, your voice a breathless whimper as he presses into you again, filling you completely.
He should stop. He should.
But frag, you’re so soft beneath him, so weak from taking him night after night—
And Primus, that only makes him want to keep going.
“You said a week,” he growls, voice dark as he thrusts deep. “So I’m gonna give you one.” his servos slide between the crevice behind her knees as he fold her nicely.
folding her knees to touch her shoulder plates as his hips snapped towards her valve.
Sideswipe
Sideswipe laughed when you first suggested it.
A whole week? There was no way you’d last that long.
But now?
Now, you’re melting under him, too wrecked to do anything but cling to his frame, letting him take what he needs.
And oh, he needs it.
“Aw, babe,” he chuckles, voice thick with hunger. “You’re so fragging wrecked, huh?”
And the second you let out a weak little whimper—
Oh, he’s not stopping now.
Crosshairs
Crosshairs should’ve known this would happen.
By the fourth night, you’re already spent, your frame trembling beneath him, your voice breathless as he fills you up again.
“You’re so fraggin’ soft now,” he murmurs, his servo sliding over your trembling frame. “Practically meltin’ for me.”
And frag, if that doesn’t make him want to wreck you all over again.
Drift
Drift had been gentle—at first.
But by night three, something inside him snaps.
You’re so soft beneath him, so pliant, your body trembling as you take everything he gives you—
And Primus, he needs more.
“You will endure,” he murmurs, voice thick with reverence, his movements slow but deep.
And oh, you do.
Each thrust send her though pleasure after pleasure, her whines make him increase each gentle thrust into more needy and hard ones, just by hearing her needy sounds made Drift himself snap.
But he shouldn't, not if they both have all week to continue on
Hound
Hound knew you’d be wrecked before the week was up.
But frag, did you look good like this.
Soft. Weak. Too spent to do anything but let him press you down, keeping you full all fraggin’ night.
And the way you melt for him?
Primus.
“You wanted this, sugar,” he rumbles, pressing a slow, deep thrust into you. “So now, you’re gonna take it.”
And frag, do you ever.
His large size makes her feel many things at once, the tight squeeze he feels when he would grind back in makes him full on shudder.
HotRod
Hot Rod thought he was the one in control.
He was wrong.
Because now, you’re so wrecked, so weak beneath him, your body trembling, your voice a soft, breathless whimper—
And frag, he needs to fill you up again.
He should stop. He should.
But with you this soft, this wrecked, he just can’t help but press a slow, deep thrust into you again.
“… Just one more,” he mutters, knowing damn well it won’t be.
And frag, do you let him.
notes - ahhh.. I suck at drawing transformers bots..
cw(s): yandere themes, descriptive death of a carrier [parent] (Prelude), non-descriptive torture of reader (Shockwave), thoughts of how to harm reader (Shockwave)
“ Prelude ”
A carrier reaching the pinnacle of their existence, so bittersweet to exist in a paradoxical moment: their sparkling's life for their death. If only it happened on Cybertron surrounded by fellow bots. Ah, what a beauty it was before it descended to calamity. That's beside the point. How low levels of energon have affected all of their processes, to the point of incoherent mumbles.
A foreign world filled with fleshy primitives that know nothing of their kind. Their sparkling may be resigned to the Allspark so soon after them. Surely, this war doomed them since its inception, but staying neutral truly sealed their fate.
It was more likely an illusion of misplaced hope as their spark died out than reality. Still, one of the tiny, seemingly barbaric, howmans clambers into their frigid embrace and worryingly coos. Their last moment is observing their sparkling being taken into the creature's servos—an understanding created beyond species, time, space, and the questions of creation―they'll be cared for, organic or not.
🅨🅐🅝. 🅑🅐🅨 🅑🅤🅜🅑🅛🅔🅑🅔🅔
Bumblebee has always been a protector of humans. His role has not only been scout, but also guardian to the tiny creatures he has become quite fond of. Stumbling upon you was an instant connection, a new task, and lasting guardianship over not just you but also the Cybertronian life you were cradling in your arms.
When his audials had dialed in to Decepticon talk of a stray, sparked bot being shot down by Starscream, he believed he had misheard. He was hesitant to report it. It sounded like another trap they would be unfortunate enough to stumble into. Still, the chance that there was a carrier alive, or perhaps even a sparkling, was a rarity too great to ignore.
It would've been the worst decision his processors ever made if he had ignored it.
"How disgraceful of those walking hunks of scraps," was the only thing he could think as he offered you a lift. You seemed hesitant at first, but when you realized the Decepticons seemed eager to kill you and had already stripped the dead alien of all its contents, you quickly agreed. Looking back on it, death may have been a far less complicated fate.
Your first meeting went less than well. Most likely because he was unable to calm himself down. His comrades provided cover as he brought you two someplace with a semblance of safety. His exhausts were fuming, and no amount of fan power could stop him from a potential overheating.
He knew the Decepticons were low, but to kill off a carrier? A sparked bot―an occurrence so rare in the war he never thought he'd have laid his optics on a bitlet again.
If his fellow Autobots thought he was tutelar before, this was a new level. Yes, bots are naturally territorial over new life, especially in a situation such as this, but his insistence on staying with you is obsessive. He's acting as if he's your conjunx, a human he hardly knows the status of.
His battle mask prematurely slides on whenever something that could be a threat nears you or your sparkling. This includes other Autobots that have a tendency towards roughness or recklessness. Accidents happen. He won't allow that. He's quick to place you somewhere out of danger, always placing your lives over his. Primus, he'd sacrifice all his plating if it kept the pair of you safe.
He gets anxious whenever you go somewhere he is unable to follow you. Whether that be because he has to blend in or it's simply not his place to join you. His engine revs while in his alt mode, radio clicking on and off habitually, despite the fact that he's supposed to be parked (and off). As soon as you return, he's bombarding you with questions. He can't say that he isn't the least bit jealous that the sparkling gets to go everywhere with you, even when he can't.
He prefers to have you sleep in his alt mode. He understands it isn't the most conventional, but humor him. Until you find a place to reside that accommodates his size, he'd prefer if you resided within him while resting. If danger appears, he can easily remove you from the situation. He can monitor the bio stats of the sparkling and help you if they begin having a fit.
Small side note. The government would do well to swiftly find an abode that accommodates him, as well as the other Autobots. While they may not be as devoted as Bee to you, they are a family. A family of potentially homicidal robots that, while intending to preserve humanity, can be hypocritical to that moral point and, at the end of the day, are fettered to their baser instincts (protect the carrier and the sparkling at all costs). It takes a village, as the humans say.
Bumblebee's a wonderful sire to the bitlet. He needs guidance from Ratchet and the others on how to properly care for them, but the intention is definitely there. He always has time for them. He's also a little more than careful. Anytime it seems that they've been injured or are in a bad mood, it sends a shock to his spark, causing it to ache. His plating will elongate for a moment, like how startled animals raise their fur/feathers, but after determining it is only something minor, he returns to a more relaxed state.
The Bear or Bumblebee? Bumblebee. Always Bumblebee. It also helps that a bear couldn't stand a chance against Bumblebee. He asked me to put that fact in here.
He's an overbearing but kind-sparked yandere. He may not be the most educated or wise, but determination sets him apart from the rest... and the fact that he has a non-functioning vocal modulator.
🅨🅐🅝. 🅑🅐🅨 🅞🅟🅣🅘🅜🅤🅢 🅟🅡🅘🅜🅔
An ache deep within his processor forms when he first gets a good look at you and the sparkling. It's as if the Allspark has decided to burn a mission into his spark: protect the human and the sparkling at all costs. It's a blessing, quite honestly. One he was fortunate enough to stumble upon after taking his team to track a crashed pod.
He is intimidating; he understands but attempts to be calming as he explains your situation. You have to ally with them because not only will the Decepticons be after the sparkling you are caring for, but also your government will stop at nothing to hunt you down. It's so cruel that both of you were dealt a fate such as this.
He can't help but despise his own feelings on the subject. It's clouding his judgment. The humans have hurt his kind so much, yet he continues to protect them. Now this goes further than protection. This encroaches on bonding territory.
You always have an Autobot at your side. They are your shadow(s). It's mandatory―second nature to you now. You're never alone, which is reassuring. They also would lay down their lives for you, which is an honor if not a bit overwhelming.
Optimus always insists on you recharging nearest to him. It allows him to relax the least bit. After you and the sparkling have fallen asleep, he can't help but begin to fantasize about what life could be like in the future. He's lived for so long and allowed himself so little. Now he has the ability to take on the role of not only conjunx endura but also sire.
Somehow you haven't figured out what those words mean. It's surprising considering how much his soldiers tease him about you. He could shut it down at any time, but there's something about it that he likes. They all know you should be bonded to him. None of them will try to cross the boundary from ally to something more.
The only time he grows agitated is if they speak in your native tongue about you and him in front of you, for obvious reasons.
If someone threatens either of you? You know how much of a beast Bayverse Prime is. His middle name should be throws servos. Yes, he will attempt to get the opposition to change their opinion before they do something really stupid, but he hopes they will. He wants to hurt them for their foolishness. He also wants to impress you. He needs to show you that he is a worthy sire.
At the end of the day, sure, you're being gang-stalked by militaries globally, but you don't have to pay for gas ever again, or taxes now that you think about it. You also get a free Prime as a bonus.
🅨🅐🅝. 🅖➊ 🅢🅞🅤🅝🅓🅦🅐🅥🅔
A sparkling cassette—in these conditions?
The Elite Trine found you being transported by a group of Autobots back to their base. Starscream executed an attack, bringing you (reluctantly) and the sparkling back with the divine proclamation that since he found a sparkling, he is now the new leader of the Decepticons. Megatron knocked Starscream on his aft, threatening to offline him before instructing Soundwave to take care of the two of you. He has orders to not allow any harm to befall either of you and a secondary set of instructions to not allow Starscream within the vicinity.
It struck him that you had a bond with the sparkling already. He didn't know humans were able to create mental pathways with Cybertronians. The young cassette hangs onto your every word, refusing to detach from you. It even recharges in a human-sized version of a cassette recorder that has been fitted with energizing capabilities.
It's as if he's been ordered to―to―he doesn't know. There's nothing that compares.
Your inner circle just got filled by your new child, Soundwave, and his cassettes (children).
His scanners never leave you. Even if he can't have his optics on either of you, he'll still be able to sense you. Mental coercion is normal in your relationship. He makes sure you reciprocate and do as you must, worrying little of your free will. He's superior. He doesn't need to "explain the method to his madness," as the Autobot human Spike once said.
His plating tenses up when someone else is around you who doesn't fit into his immediate circle. If someone lays a servo on you, they'll lose it. If someone endangers his cassette, oh, death will be swift for them. He doesn't consider himself a sadist, but he has a few choice things he'd like to enact on anyone who commits such an injustice. Megatron is exempt from this, but that doesn't stop Soundwave's E.M. field from being extra potent until the issue is resolved.
Soundwave's cassettes are on their extra tippy-top bestest behavior around you (aka Rumble and Frenzy don't do too much stupid shit while around you or the sparkling). They're amazed about how squishy you are. The sparkling can still cling to you just like a carrier!? Woah, they've never had another caretaker before, only Soundwave. They get double the attention and double the love. At least that's how they see it.
Your sparkling is now their sibling and will be until the day they spark out.
Arguments are more common between them now. They need you, and they want to play with their sibling but can't because they usually need to do work.
Some of his cassettes aren't allowed to eject around you, period. Soundwave sees them as either too violent or careless, like Buzzsaw and Ratbat.
Sometimes Soundwave plays recordings of your interactions with the sparkling when he can't recharge. He gets restless easily unless you're near him. He insists that you sleep in his chassis with your sparkling and his other cassettes. It's the only way he'll be able to rest soundly.
If the sparkling causes a ruckus at night, then he'll play Cybertronian lullabies, believing both you and him being at full charge to be of the utmost importance.
" Objective: protect organic and sparkling. Unintended side effect: sparkmate and offspring. "
🅨🅐🅝. 🅣🅕🅟 🅡🅐🅣🅒🅗🅔🅣
Oh, by the Allspark. This must be some cruel joke by Unicron.
A human caring for a sparkling? A sparkling―something he hasn't seen in eons. It has been left in the incapable hands of one of your kind?
Naturally, the weight of the responsibility falls onto him, as it always seems to. As the medic, he must teach you how to properly care for the young life. No easy feat considering energon isn't exactly in high supply around here, and soon the sparkling will be heavier than you are able to carry.
This presents multiple problems, including the fact that the sparkling is bonded to you and will throw a raucous fit if separated. Not only that, but nearly all sparklings cling onto their carrier for dear life. You are all it knows to be. It could accidentally crush you if you're careless! Cybertronians are clumsy when they're young. So uncoordinated. If all that isn't bad enough, he needs to find a way to boost your internal EM field. The sparkling needs it to feel safe; it aids in healthy development.
All these problems on top of the other ones! There are already too many humans.
"You're just another annoyance," he tells himself.
Watching you attempt to care for such a vulnerable life makes his spark clench. It causes feelings to surface that he long thought died out during the horrors of war.
Disgusting thoughts invade his higher processors from his baser circuitry. What if he was more than just the medic aiding you? What if he actually sired the bitlet? He could grow to have a place in his spark for you. He could finally stop being alone, and perhaps the loss of their planet wouldn't weigh so heavily on him.
Ugh, he sounds like a sparklite who just learned about bonding.
This doesn't stop him from becoming more snippy around the other humans. He shoos them away, possessively taking up your space. He even dislikes the others interacting with you.
He has never exactly enjoyed conversation, but he never thought that would extend to others. He despises when Bulkhead makes you laugh or Arcee helps you with his sparkling. Don't even get him started on Smokescreen. He'd like to commit a little medical malpractice on that mech just so he could―argh.
These thoughts are wrong. He is aware. He just can't stop. He refuses to be vulnerable enough with you, so he talks with Optimus. He leaves out the less conventionally allowed bits, just speaking about his growing connection with you.
Optimus tells him to leave it. It is inappropriate. For some reason that makes him angry. He dismissively responds to the Prime and goes back to aimlessly scrolling through datapads, doing his best to scrub you from his data banks. He has everything about you internally backed up in so many places so many times over that it's nearly an impossible task.
He feels like he wants to rip his spark out and throw it somewhere to never be found. He can't leave you be. He won't. And by all the power in him, no one is taking you away from him. He won't—can't lose anything else. It'll shatter his spark if he does.
🅨🅐🅝. 🅣🅕🅟 🅢🅗🅞🅒🅚🅦🅐🅥🅔
It's illogical to have a human look after a sparkling. However, it does bring up scientific questions that Shockwave believes should be answered. Megatron does not deem the human fit, but the sparkling has already imprinted upon them. Their assigned duty is to formulate a way to unbond the two. The goal is to kill you off and have Megatron raise the sparkling to be a future successor.
Starscream isn't enthused with the plan, not that Shockwave can bring themself to feel anything about it. They just don't want to waste precious time and resources on negating the other second in command's interruptive antics.
This process has had an unintended side effect. They do not want you eliminated. You are a test subject that he now deems valuable. You have managed to get one of their own to deem you as their carrier. That is a feat, indeed. It is a case unrecorded in the Cybertronian history that he has managed to get his servos on.
He could even go as far as to say that you amuse him.
That does little to keep you from the harshest of Shockwave's projects. As long as you are functioning on some level, you are good as far as they are concerned. Driving you to the brink of insanity is merely a side effect. One that intrigues him.
How will the sparkling react to your declining health? How does it respond to your pain and fluctuation of emotions?
How long are you able to be separated from the sparkling? What will the sparkling do in order to reunite with you?
Would your passing, real or staged, cause the sparkling to spark out? As much as they want the answer to this question, it's far too risky and off task from his original order.
He keeps you two close to him at all times. It's in order to observe you and formulate the best plan to separate you from the sparkling. That isn't exactly the entire truth. They've become enamored with their favorite test subject. Keeping you near him allows his processors to function without problems. When you are away from them, they can't help but divert a small amount of power to think about you.
It's vexing.
He, for lack of better Earth words, cares for you after the worst of his experiments. If they let you spark out, well, die since you are a human; he won't be able to ensure the sparkling's health. The sparkling also suffers when you suffer. So if you die and the sparkling's pain mimics that, they will have failed. It's actually quite interesting. He's never considered himself a sadist, merely a scientist, but your pain is fascinating. That is not the point.
He keeps you around far longer than necessary for his own gains, not Megatron's.
Toyformers: Figures In Disguise | Various! Mini! Transformers x Reader
I'm aware that I'm not the first person to come up with this idea, nor will I probably be the last, but DAMN. This idea just got me hooked, idk what to tell you!! Anyways, the continuity is kept vague, so imagine them looking like your favorite TF media/designs. If your favorite TF media/designs don't have a toyline, pretend that they do!
Synopsis: You've been a Transformers fan for a while, and started collecting toys of your favorite characters out of love for the franchise. Gradually, you've expanded from your favorites to the rest of the cast; before one day you finally get the one toy you were missing to complete your collection. Unfortunately, your good day turns slightly less good when you realize that these little guys are actually sentient.
Content: GN pronouns, human! reader, the bots are toy sized, reader lives alone, i'm personally not a toy collector so this might not be accurate to how real collectors behave, slight crack vibes, im just having fun lmao
Today is a good day.
You feel like you should use a bigger word considering what you have in your hands, but honestly, it doesn't matter. Great, fantastic, pleasant, whatever. What matters is that you finally got what you wanted, and that meant today is good.
Yeah, that's right. After ages of saving up, you had enough money to get the very last toy for your Transformers collection. Which, sure, sounds like a super nerdy thing to be excited over—but come on! You deserve to be excited!
You've been collecting Transformers toys for years now, and you've been a fan for even longer. What can you say? The franchise just has you hooked. Hooked enough to save and spend your money over and over again on figurines of your favorite characters. Time went on, and you figured, why not get the rest of the cast?
Which leads you to now. Walking back to your house carrying a plastic bag, the final piece for your collection carefully tucked inside.
There's a noticeable pep in your step as you open the door and lock it behind you. Immediately heading to your room, you carefully reach in the plastic bag and pull out... Him.
Optimus Prime. Yup, ironically enough, you were saving him for last. There wasn't any real reason, other than it felt oddly fitting for the big guy himself to complete your unfinished set.
Unboxing the toy, you can't help the beaming smile that grows on your face as you hold him in your hands. Is it too dramatic to say that you're cradling him the way one cradles a sacred idol? Or perhaps a precious gem that you intend on treasuring? Probably. But you can't deny that there's something reverent in your touch as you place him down with the rest of the figurines on their dedicated desk.
Yes, dedicated desk. These guys have their own desk that you use to display them. The entire thing is covered with your figurines, one side belonging to the Autobots, and the other, the Decepticons. All lovingly handled and placed with the care of an artist painting their muse onto a canvas.
Setting down Optimus between Bumblebee and Ratchet, you take a step back and bask in your fully completed Transformers toy collection. The surge of pride and satisfaction fills your every vein. You're pretty sure this is how Greek sculptors feel like after finishing a statue.
Grabbing your phone, you snap a few photos that afterwards, you deem good enough to share online. Might as well share your excitement with everyone else, right? You type out a caption for your post and begin to make your way out your room.
Buuut not without casting one last glance to your toy-filled desk. Gotta get at least one more dopamine hit before you go.
The missing piece in your puzzle. The last one to arrive.
Your gaze sweeps over every Autobot, Decepticon, even the niche characters you managed to snag, and your chest puffs out in fulfillment—before your eyes land on Optimus Prime.
Your pause mid-step, lingering in the doorway.
... For a second, a brief second, there's a fragile silence in the air. Like the entire room went still, holding its breath. Waiting. Watching.
........
Then you turn around and step out, shutting the door behind you. Oblivious to the earlier tension in the room, if there even was any. Pocketing your phone, you idly think about what to eat for dinner later. Something affordable, probably. OP wasn't exactly cheap, after all!
In the meantime, you settle on your couch and turn on the TV for some mindless entertainment. Sighing contentedly, you lean back into the cushions and relax.
Today really is a good day.
....
Back in your room, the tiny finger of Optimus Prime twitches.
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Noise is what wakes you up.
Weirdly enough, it's not the sound of your show (which has long since been replaced with some kind of reality TV episode your grandma would watch), nor is it the low buzz of your phone telling you your order is on its way. What actually woke you up was the soft thunk of something hitting the floor.
You strain your ears, wondering if the sound was a sleep-induced auditory hallucination. Did it come from outside? But it can't have been—it was so close. A pin dropping in silence, so to speak.
It almost sounded like... It came from your room.
...Wait.
Your room.
Adrenaline zaps you awake. If that weird sound didn't send you into high alert, that realization did.
Because that means someone could be in your room. With your figurines.
Oh HELL no.
You don't care if it's a thief or a stray animal that somehow got into your home. If they even put a singular FINGERPRINT on the toys that you PAID FOR, you are committing a murder.
But wait. Let's not get too overzealous here. On the chance that there is a thief in your room right now, you can't just burst inside unarmed. You love your collection, but you also love not dying.
Slowly, you get up from your couch, making sure to grab your phone and put it on silent. You sneak away, trying to find some kind of weapon to use. A kitchen knife will have to do. Do you know how to use it? Not really, but maybe your fight or flight instincts can take over from there.
Hefting the knife in one hand, and your phone in the other, your thumb hovers over the final number for the police if things go wrong. You might be a bit paranoid right now, but you also don't really care.
Creeping towards the door to your bedroom, you listen in. You don't really hear...
Inhaling deeply to calm your nerves, you brace yourself.
No wait- there is something. Voices. A lot of them. And apparently, they're getting into an argument. But they sound... Distant?
They're definitely inside your room, but these guys must be the quietest fighters ever or something, because wow. You're not sure how someone can yell a death threat and sound so small.
Here goes nothing.
Bursting through the door, you point the knife in your hands in what you hope is a threatening manner, scowling hard.
"If you even put one hand on those figures, I swear I will fucking-"
Then you stop. The rest of the threat chokes in your throat as you survey the scene.
Your toys. The Transformers. They're...
They're moving.
They're all frozen now, staring up at you with wide painted optics. But you saw their heads swivel in your direction when you burst in. Not to mention the fact that they're all scattered throughout the room right now; some on the floor, some on your bed, some are on the other separate desk that you use for storing non-transformer things.
They all look like they're in the middle of a battle. A toy sized battle. In your room.
Moving by themselves.
"Um," One of them speaks up. Your eyes snap towards... Optimus Prime. Who seemed to have frozen in the middle of fighting Megatron, who's gaze flickers from you to him.
You stare at them all, speechless. Autobot, Decepticon, even the niche characters– you look at them and they look at you.
What?
"Please don't be alarmed," Optimus tries to assure you. Hearing his deep voice come from a toy made out of plastic is surreal. "We mean no harm to you. We-"
He glances around and realizes how contradictory his words are. And for the first time... You see Optimus Prime falter.
He looks up at you.
"We will explain."
...Oh boy.
This is the type shit I be doing instead of homework dawg wtf 🥀🥀 THIS MIGHT BE THE MOST I'VE EVER WRITTEN IN TWO DAYS I'M GONNA BE FOR REAL.. WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE ROBOTS DOING TO ME!!
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed! I might write a part 2? If you guys r interested?? Because I do have more ideas... Idk, I keep seeing concepts floating around for the bots being toys, but they're mostly drabbles/headcanons. So I put a one shot into the mix, because why not!! This was mostly a warm up to get back into writing on here as well, soo... Ok I'm rambling at this point!! HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED RAHHH RAHHH on the off chance u want more erm... Idk reblog or ask about it in my inbox bcs ill happily yap
