Not an ask, just wanted to wish you a good day (and week!), hope your coffe/tea/water is always to the right temperature and that your weather is just how you like it (same for all you guys too! I'm always having blasts going through the tags and comments, you guys are awesome!)
Take care of yourself and remember to enjoy some me time doing stuff that makes you happy 💐
Aww, thank you! 💕
Soft
Scorponok x Reader
• Venting softly as he moves through the sprawling alien base, he’s aware of the little organics hurrying about. Of the rumors and gossip he’s been accumulating since arriving. Of a spark bonded pair. A human and a Cybertronian. It’s a glimmer of hope for their dying species. Rumbling to himself, this isn’t the path forward he’d imagined or planned for. But if there’s something in humans that a spark can bond to, maybe more is possible. Maybe a new spark could be conceived. And these humans are apparently all too eager to claim Cybertronian conjunxes though he can’t figure out why. Leverage maybe? Insurance to protect their own world if the war starts back up? Maybe your kind are scared and just want to feel safe? Maybe size matters?
• Moving toward the wash stalls, he glances in one as he passes, seeing an Autobot sitting on a bench, frame bowed forward slightly and attention wholly focused on the human washing him and chattering happily. You’re social creatures and most Cybertronians? They’re lonely. Weary of war, but after so long, they don’t know how to move on. Start over. How to live. Reaching up, his claws grip the wall of a wash stall and the human inside looks up, a sponge in hand. And you smile up at him. “Hello, sir!” You chirp as his spark aches.
• Neck craning, he’s big, but then, they all are. Squeezing the sponge nervously, you keep that smile firmly in place as he steps inside the stall. Visor brightening as he stares down at you and his lips press into a thin, serious line to leave you jittery. It’s strange how human his features are. That he’s so alien, but you can still find common ground, similarities in his appearance that are familiar to a person. Wish he’d say something. Smile. Hesitantly offering him your name, he finally moves. Stepping inside the stall and rumbling to make the fine hair at your nape prickle. What’s he even thinking?
• You look fragile, almost unreal you’re so small compared to him. And you meet his visored optics without hesitation. Kneeling slowly he reaches and his claws flex. Wanting to touch, but afraid he’ll break you. That it might break him. Knowing the war is over is one thing, but for it to actually be real? For him to be able to move on? It’s only a truce. Knows that. Like he knows it might end at any moment and he’ll be dragged back into a war he wants no part of. Reaching, he stops shy of touching you. What made you choose him?
• Heart hammering in your chest, he’s just staring. So you make yourself move. Awkwardly laying a trembling hand on his big claw. “Are you hungry or-” And he mass shifts so suddenly it’s dizzying. His arms going around you and you wheeze when the air is squeezed out of your lungs. Tensing, it takes you a second to understand that the giant, alien killing machine is hugging you, not trying to crush you. Flustered and arms pinned at your sides, you try to pat his arm as best you can, completely confused on what’s happening.
Scorponok and Dinobot II with oblivious to sarcasm!S/O, please?
Scorponok
🦂 He can be a bit oblivious himself, so he really only notices when he makes a sarcastic remark to you and you take it seriously.
🦂 He ends up confused that you took him seriously (and at one of the few times he isn't being serious at that).
🦂 He just straight up says that he was being sarcastic. When you tell him you don't get sarcasm a lot of times he just goes "Oh." and that's the end of it.
🦂 He won't make a lot of sarcastic remarks to you from now on since he knows you won't get what he's saying. He prefers you two be able to understand each other after all.
Dinobot II
🦖 Oh boy, he's not one to hold back on sarcastic remarks, especially if he knows it'll annoy an opponent, so he uses sarcasm around all the time.
🦖 When he finds out you're taking everything he says 100% seriously he thinks you're a bit daft, but chooses to bite his tongue until he can talk to you alone.
🦖 Once you bring up that you're unable to understand sarcasm he just kinda... stands there confused. Is there way he can help you recognize it? He wants to be able to make fun of people with you in a way you'll understand it...
🦖 He tries to help you recognize sarcastic remarks from others, leaning in and whispering when they're being sarcastic with you, and he tries to dial his own sarcasm towards you back and just straight up tells you what he means. It's a rather humbling experience actually, getting to say what he really means.
hiiii this is kinda weird but your fan merch actually inspired me to create mine for media that i love. I’ve seen mixed info online about fan merch legality. Do you ever run into problems selling Transformers-themed items, or is it generally fine for small shops? Im already getting embarrassed asking you this so a response would be great but it's also ok if you dont, i understand. Love you queen🫶
I think it depends on the IP and who owns it, as well as how you price it- how much of a profit you’re making on the items. A friend calculated the minimum price I can charge and still afford to restock as I run out of stuff. I work full time, so the shop is mostly a for fun thing for me.
Scorponok, Black Shadow or Fort Max next, I think. Maybe the Bugsbands. I’m sorely tempted to delete the human mii, add all the mechs, and then dump the poor human back on the island xD I want to watch the chaos and drama unfold
Soft Pt 2
Scorponok x Reader
• Hanging there in his grip as he presses his face against your neck, it’s only the fact that he’s not hurting you that’s keeping you from panicking. Definitely hadn’t expected to get hugged on sight by your assigned mech. “Scorponok, sir?” You wheeze, squirming slightly in his grip. Are they all this clingy and touch-starved? And his head lifts enough that you think you can see the ghostly outline of his optics behind his visor. Warm air fans over you as he clears his vents before he gently lowers you to your feet.
• You’re not struggling to escape. Not screaming. Didn’t mean to just grab you like that, but he wants this to be real. For the war to be over. To be able to start rebuilding. It’s been so long that he’s not sure he remembers what a time before the war felt like. Jaw working, he knows he should apologize, but you grip his claw and pull him deeper into the stall and he lets you. “I won’t hurt you,” he growls, hating that the words are too gruff instead of coaxing. Leaving him painfully aware that he doesn’t really know how to court a conjunx. Much less an organic one.
• Trying to calm your racing heart, you tug him toward your cart since the bench is pretty much useless while he’s mass displaced. And it’s shocking that he’s allowing you to tug him along in your wake. The huge mech sitting without a fuss on your cart even though it creaks under his weight. “Are you hungry or do you want your bath first?” You ask and he frowns slightly, a claw closing on your wrist when you let go of him to get his soap ready. ‘Talk first,’ he growls, grimacing at himself. ‘I want to talk first. Get to know you.’
• And your eyes drop to his claw wrapped around your tiny wrist and engulfing most of your arm. But you don’t try to pull away and he doesn’t want to let go. You’re softer than he’d even guessed and he can feel your field sinking into him. Nothing hidden, the sensation illicit and almost scandalous. Wants to drag you close again. Vent to pull in the alien scent of you and feel your field humming against him. “Okay,” you whisper and he forces himself to let go of you. To trust you not to run away.
• Blowing out a breath, you guess you can understand where he’s coming from. It’s got to be weird having a stranger give you a sponge bath. Uncomfortable and awkward, too. Maybe getting to know them first helps with the weirdness, though if it were you, you’re pretty sure that would just make it so much worse. “Do you like Earth?” You ask, at a loss for how to make small talk with a massive, alien robot. ‘I’m beginning to,’ he murmurs, claw lifting and brushing your cheek to make your mind blank.
Can we see my precious Scorponok again? He'd be all smug about getting a human and helping further the Decepticon cause while the human is wheezing and begging for some tea.
"No tea, no baby."
🤣 poor reader, they just wanted to go get meds and he can’t understand why they’re not honored to get to help a worthy cause
Granite Pt 2
Scorponok x Reader
• Coming to with your head pounding as you sway faintly, there’s something wrapped around your middle as you hang there. Confused and miserable, you cough and fumble at whatever is pinched around you. Your hands finding warm metal that thrums faintly under your palms as you open your eyes and realize the ground is moving. No. You’re moving. Being carried. And just like that, you remember nightmare fuel. Maybe if you throw up, he’ll be so disgusted that he lets you go. Because there’s a very possibility you’re going to regardless.
• Slowing as his new acquisition squirms weakly in his claw and groans pitifully, he lifts you up so he can see you better. And you push at his claw, making a low, animal noise of fear. “Good. I was beginning to worry you might be broken,” he says as you wheeze. “You’ve been chosen for a higher purpose,” he adds, continuing on, picking over the terrain on his altmode’s many legs. “It’s a great honor I’m bestowing on you.” Doubts you comprehend that, though.
• Hopefully the “honor” isn’t that you’re going to be his dinner. Coughing fitfully, you swear you can feel the blood rushing to your head. “Higher purpose?” You repeat, voice rasping. Would kill for some cough drops. Some flu meds and Kleenex. Maybe some hot tea with honey. Instead, you’re being kidnapped by this abomination. What even is this thing? Looks too advanced to be something human made. Alien? Please let this not be the chest bursting or anal probing type of alien. With your luck, he’s probably both.
• “That’s right,” he soothes, scanning the area as he moves back toward the Nemesis. “You’re going to help save the Cybertronian race. You’ll be a hero.” If he thought the Seeker would let him anywhere near his new sparkling, he could get first hand data. Like how long a new spark needs to incubate. ‘Oh, no,’ you moan, squirming more insistently. ‘No, I don’t want little alien bugs bursting out of my chest,’ you sob, the words becoming a hysterical, wet coughing.
• “That’s not how new sparks are kindled or how sparklings are-” He’s growling as you cough so hard you make yourself sick. And he startles, dropping you in the grass. Scrambling as you hack and retch, you try to run, but he’s snagging you by a leg, rumbling at you as tears stream up into your hairline. His awful scorpion head stares at you as you hack and you’re pretty sure you have a snot bubble going when he shudders. “We’ll have a civilized conversation after I decontaminate you. Thoroughly,” he mutters, holding you out away from himself as he starts moving again.
Okay, who brought home the sick human that got the whole Nemesis sick?
Who indeed…
Granite
Scorponok x Reader
• Rumbling as he moves along the ground in his altmode, his multiple limbs easily cover the distance between the Nemesis and the human town. It had been a shock feeling a sparkling’s field flare like a supernova into existence. To be given hope that the Cybertronian race wouldn’t end with them. And then to find out the sparkling had been created with a human, hadn’t really paid any attention to the little organics even though there’s so many of them aboard the Nemesis now. Knew some Decepticons were keeping them as pets, but it hadn’t really mattered to him. Until the sparkling. Because how can any Decepticon not do their part to bolster their numbers and save their race?
• Coughing and miserable, your head feels like it’s splitting open as you fumble for the box of tissues in the passenger side. Already regretting your decision to drive to the emergency room after pulling over twice to throw up. It’s probably, hopefully, just the flu, but it’s definitely kicking your butt. You’re almost positive you missed your turn blowing your nose while steering at some point and your eyes are streaming so bad, the dark stretch of road isn’t the least bit familiar. Groaning as you try to blow your nose, something massive comes from out of nowhere and clips your fender.
• Chuckling at the serendipity of it as the little vehicle spins and ends up in the ditch, he transforms and crouches, hooking his servos against the roof of the car and wrenching it up. Hears a scream before the door is shoved open and he grabs for the fleeing shape, surprised when you slip through his servos. Faster than he expected. Venting, he transforms and chases after, letting the thrill of hunting prey spill into him. And you’re easy enough to track, noisily coughing and screaming as you run.
• Maybe your fever clicked up into the brain cooking range and you’re hallucinating, but you’re so scared you aren’t about to test that theory. Glancing back at the huge, dark shape scurrying after you on too many legs as its eyes glow, you nearly brain yourself on a tree branch. And nightmare fuel crashes into the tree line after you, just shoving trees out of its way as you scream and choke, nearly throwing up again when a coughing fit nearly suffocates you.
• This one might be a bit defective. Snaring you in a claw when you stumble and double over hacking and wheezing, he lifts you higher to inspect you. Because your breathing doesn’t sound quite right, rasping and wet sounding as you struggle and scream. Almost tempting him to find a different human, but what are the odds of another one being so easy to capture? Besides, how hard can it be to fix whatever is wrong with you? After all, Skywarp has managed to keep a human alive, so it must be fairly easy. “Be proud. You’re going to assist in a noble exploit,” he growls as you shudder violently, going stiff before slumping in his claw. Your little heart still beating frantically to reassure him that you live. Humming, he heads back toward the Nemesis.
