#protector

[toonightspooky]

THATS THE SHOVELLLLLLLL OMFGGG

[amalthea-felsblood]

𝔊𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 ℑ𝔰𝔥𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔡

[undead-knick-knack]

That's his mom 😭

[love-romance-relationships]

[globalriseofblackpeople]

Brothas in the streets not just talking .

[theinsomniaccoven]

You know what fuck you. You wanna be anti endo, then stop using pro endo terms and shit made by endos and pro endos.

No more pluralkit

No more simplyplural

No more tupperbox

No more "alterhuman"

No more "traumagenic"

No more pluralpedia

No more #pluralgang

No more #syspunk or #pluralpunk

No more hazardqueer

Fuck right off.

[revelboo]

Hey Revel

I've been sick for 4 days now and have been doom reading your softAU, I gotta ask what bots are easier to write for or how you see the stories progressing. What influences are your own or influence you by your readers?

I usually have an idea where I’m going with a story, but if I get an interesting ask, I’ll sometimes go why not and integrate it into the stories 🤣 I’m mostly just having fun. I enjoy writing almost all of the characters honestly, it’s just the ones I’m less familiar with that I’m slower to update because I’m constantly questioning if I’m writing them OOC.

Fiction is meant to be an escape and I’m glad my writing can help! Everyone has insecurities and hangups. We all carry our past with us. Even people that seem pretty put together and confident have things about themselves they’re insecure about or just outright despise.

Ahhh! I didn’t know that! But it does make sense with the frame type. I also love the tiny T-Rex hands the Nemesis has on their chassis. They crack me up.

Protector Pt 5

Nemesis x Reader

• Moving much more carefully as the ship leads you through the walls, you keep a hand on a wall. Trying your hardest to not think about the fact that you could have fallen to your death if not for him. Following the pulse of biolights, you stop when they dim and after a pause the wall shifts to make an opening. Know he wouldn’t give you a doorway into a habsuite unless he thought it was clear, but you’re still jittery with adrenaline and fear when you stick your head out, your heart still racing. Not a habsuite. Skin crawling, you glance at a huge tank against a wall, an indistinct, twisted form suspended inside.

• “You’re sure?” You ask, a hand on the edge of the hole he’d made for you and when there’s no answer, you ease out. It’s obviously a lab of some sort and the ship had let you out on a counter. Skin prickling as you walk past a tray of gleaming, sharp tools, you’re aware of how loud your own breathing is. Swear you can hear your heart thumping. Why had he wanted you to come here? He’d been excited about it, urgent. And the counter shifts slightly, making the tiny tablet laid on it just ahead wiggle. You’ve seen these before. At least, bigger ones. Bending, you pick it up, surprised at how heavy it is. And the screen brightens. ‘Hello, my little love’ appearing on the screen and you smile despite yourself.

• “Nemesis?” You whisper. “You’re him, right? The ship?” You ask. ‘Her, actually, but you can keep calling me he.’ Too different from a normal Cybertronian for either he or she to really fit. Amused as your lips part, he shifts the counter under your feet to get you moving. ‘It’s not safe out here.’ Doesn’t like you being exposed, being out here in the open. Never really cared much what other Cybertronians had called him, but then, they rarely referred to him as anything other than ‘the ship.’ A thing instead of a true Cybertronian. And that makes it easy to forget that he is more than that when it doesn’t feel like he’s allowed to have his own life, his own desires. Trapped by duty and responsibility and by his own altmode.

• Flustered, you let him, her, you correct yourself, usher you back inside the walls, the hole closing behind you. “It’s nice to finally meet you,” you say, watching her biolights flare to guide you back. “Does it bother you that I’m living in your walls?” You ask, because you’ve wondered about that. The ship looks after you, brings you food, water, helps you get around unseen, but it has to be weird having someone crawling around inside her. It’s weird to you, anyway.

• Don’t you understand that you’re the only one he has? That sees him? Talks to him? That cares at all. You make him dream of more, feel like he’s allowed to want. To imagine not just being just the ship, even if he knows that will never be allowed. That if he tried to rebel, he’d end up trapped permanently, inhibitors locking him in his altmode. The Decepticons might preach equality and an end to the cruelty and ways of the senate, but they’d still lobotomize him if he tried to just leave. As long as he’s silent, they forget he’s even a Cybertronian and his autonomy, what little he has, depends on that.

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