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Like the many other poor saps you have conned into this hobby, I too have fallen victim to the collectathon.

And not only that, I have been doomed to endlessly pine for characters that shall never receive official figures...curses.

On a more serious note, I adore your writing and your ability to understand and accurately portray so many characters. It's fairly easy to get me on board with liking one or two characters from a franchise, but you have genuinely made me like every single character you've written for. And as an effect of this, it makes me want to draw all of them.. I'm going to have to learn how to draw robots now. Also, I had been trying to see if I could make stickers with my printer, and pharma's storyline as well as sunder's piqued my interest and they are now going through sticker metamorphosis. Thank you for sharing your writing, since I found your blog I've been trying to read through all your storylines and I find myself looking forward to what I'll read next all throughout the day.

I have but one request, recently another fantastic writer I loved here on Tumblr deleted their entire blog, as well as everything they had uploaded to AO3, I was devastated to realize I couldn't ever read their work again. I just wanted to ask, should you decide that you no longer have any interest in your (wonderful) works, please don't delete everything. Please leave it for new fans to find and fall in love with, and old ones to revisit and enjoy again and again. (Also I apologize for the message being so long)

Thank you again, and please remember not to overwork yourself. You matter more than an update schedule, take your time and do what you enjoy. Not what you think is expected of you.

I have no intention of deleting any of my stuff- that’s why my old FFN is still up even though rereading any of that stuff makes me cringe so hard. But I love those designs! You should definitely make stickers. And just look at Sunder’s winning smile. How can you not trust that face?

Soft

Sunder x Reader

• Absolutely not. Knew when they started reading off extra security precautions that whoever you got lumped with was going to be a problem. Especially since your sign-on bonus and hourly pay is much higher than what was listed for caretakers when you’d applied. And when they’d offered you that much money in exchange for much longer than normal hours, you really should have asked more questions. Because you’re staring up at your assigned Cybertronian, watching as the strange fringe of panels framing his face flare wider open, his chains jingling as he moves closer. There’s some kind of device attached to his torso, his hands enclosed in heavy metal gauntlet like restraints. Skin prickling as he slowly smiles, your every instinct is screaming to back away. Give back the money. Unfortunately, you really like the money.

• An organic? Amused as you eye him, he keeps smiling. They really thought giving him a tiny organic could distract him from his true purpose? He’s been playing nice, biding his time even though patience has never really been his strong suit. Pretending that the device they’ve attached to him, wired into him, is actually inhibiting his abilities. If they knew it only blunted them, they’d probably throw him back in his cage. And he’s not sure what they hope to accomplish with you. Do they really think you can rehabilitate him? There’s nothing wrong with him. “Hello, little love,” he purrs, reaching out a thought and you’re pure chaos, making him flinch slightly in surprise. “Are you for me?” Reaching again, he tries to sift through the wild, mercurial mess of your organic mind. And it’s addictively frantic in a way Cybertronian thoughts aren’t.

• “I’m your caretaker,” you counter, fine hair at your nape lifting. Money’s great, but you do happen to like you. Like not getting murdered by giant, alien robots, too. His head tips, that smile that only a very addled mother could love widening. “I’m going to be taking care of you.” They’d given you a telescoping pole brush, but you’re wishing the thing was a lot longer. Maybe you can ask for a pressure washer and just hose him down from a distance? As alien as his features are, you’re pretty sure that’s not the smile of a sane person. “It’s Sunder, right?” Doesn’t that mean to rip apart?

• Shuddering slightly as your thoughts and flashes of images spark through him, he chuckles. “You know me, but I don’t know you, love,” he coaxes, trying to dig a little deeper. To get at your memories instead of what’s on the surface. And you frown up at him, hesitating so long he thinks you might not answer before you almost sullenly give him your name. So suspicious of him. Needs to deal with that sooner rather than later. Play nice. Play the part of the downtrodden and misunderstood. Because he’s certain from what he’s seeing in your head that you’ll eat that up.

• You think of the stories you’ve read about the Fae from out of nowhere. That you should never given them your real name because it gives them power over you and you have the sense that he’s the same. That you just gave him something you shouldn’t have. You’ve only ever seen one other of the aliens in chains and your people didn’t do this, his did. Meaning they’re afraid of him, so you’d be smart to be scared, too. “Are you hungry? I have your energon,” you say and that smile somehow stretches wider, becomes predatory and hungry. ‘I’m starving, but unfortunately-’ and he lifts his bound hands to make you want to groan. Realizing that’s why you have an extra bucket on your cart. You’re going to have to hand feed him. ‘Could you lend me a hand, love?’ He croons and you want to curse. So much for staying out of reach.

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