If you exploded, what type of explosion would you be?
… since I’m just a conglomeration of particularly clever crows in a trench coat, I want to say feathers, but honestly it’d probably be glitter. The kind you find embedded in surfaces for decades to come and can never manage to get rid of
Love Me Dead Pt 7
Sunstorm x Reader
• Shuddering and dry heaving as servos reach in and curl around you, pulling you out of his spark chamber and severing the connection, you can feel tears streaming down your face. That single flickering optic staring down at you as you try to remember what’s you and what’s him, overwhelmed by the mad, confusion of his thoughts and broken memories. Slumping against his servos, you look away. Unable to stand his stare after he’d seen everything, your every secret and all of your shameful thoughts.
• Rumbling as he clears his vents raggedly, a servo brushes against your back. Can still feel you humming through him, your mind and thoughts so different from his own. Alien like you are as they fill in the empty places in him. Leaving him feeling more whole than he’s used to, more real. And he’s no longer alone in his quest. Will never be alone again. Lifting you as he walks, his mouth brushes your head and shoulder and you make a noise. “Shockwave can’t see beyond his own schemes and plots,” he says, voice glitching as you lay a little, soft hand on his face and push. “Can’t be reasoned with.”
• Neither can he, though. Know that now after drowning in him. That his only drive, his only goal, is defeating this Unicron. Nothing else matters. Were the visions he’d assaulted you with of destruction and worlds devoured just more mad ramblings or had that been a premonition? You’re not sure and you feel so confused. Inundated with thoughts and ideals that aren’t yours. But you feel less sickly now, less lethargic and your head isn’t pounding. You’re almost certain he’d been poisoning you, but something’s shifted. “Where are we going?” You ask, voice ragged.
• You’d said we. Like you’re a part of this, like you choose him. Head turning as something explodes far too close, he stares back at his creator. In a way, his sire. That cannon on the end of his arm humming a lethal warning. “I can’t fulfill my purpose like this,” he rasps to you, voice a broken ruin as he meets Shockwave’s single optic. Unsure why his creator is still pursuing him. ‘Come back. I’ll fix you,’ Shockwave says, reaching out his only hand in demand. But what Shockwave wants to fix isn’t broken. He’s not broken.
• Hanging onto his servos as you look up at his damaged face, you already know what his answer will be. Can almost feel it echoing through you in all the broken pieces of himself he’d left in you. And he’s launching himself into the air, thrusters screaming and coughing as you hide your face against his hand and he cups you to his chassis. Flying away while you tense. Waiting for that other one to attack. To shoot you both down, but the pain never comes. You’re allowed to escape, but then, maybe his creator needs him alive.
So can we get some thunder cracker, Sunstorm, and, Ramjet with a s/o who has a really nice voice like it just sounds like smooth honey whenever they talk?
Thundercracker
💙 He won't admit it but he loves to just sit and listen to you talk.
💙He'll tell you that you have a nice voice, sure, but he insists his is better (it's not).
💙 He would LOVE to hear you sing, especially if you're singing about how cool and great he is.
💙 Your voice can actually calm him down when he's angry or scared, he finds it so soothing that it just instantly calms his spark.
Sunstorm
💛 Compliments ALL THE TIME. A lot of them are even genuine.
💛 He goes on and on about how your voice is that of an angel's, or how it's like honey, or how it could melt the icyist of sparks or-
💛 He absolutely melts if you compliment him. Hearing such praise from you makes him giddy.
💛 Would also love to hear you sing. He doesn't care what it's about just as long as he gets to hear that wonderful voice.
Ramjet
🖤He does not like your voice at all! He swears! What? No, he isn't the lying one you are!
🖤 Any compliments from him aren't going to sound like compliments... but you know better... you know what he's really saying.
🖤 No he doesn't want you to sing! Why would he? He doesn't find your voice soothing or pleasant at the least bit! Stop smiling at him!
🖤 WILL throw hands with anyone that actually genuinely insults you. But it isn't because he likes you or anything! Stop looking at him like that!
Can we get a Sunstorm update? The newest EIA installment seems ominous.
I got a little behind on some of the storylines. This chapter takes place before Barricade goes after Waspinator and the other bugs and before Tarantulas speaks with Shockwave to barter with him.
Love Me Dead Pt 6
Sunstorm x Reader
• ‘Come along. There’s work to do,’ Shockwave growls, reaching out and Sunstorm snarls, his one good wing trying to lift aggressively. Realizing his creator will trap him again for the sake of his experiments. That Shockwave doesn’t understand, won’t help him. “I am Primus’s righteous sword,” he rasps, the words staticky and distorted as his remaining optic flares. Feels you begin to struggle in his hand as his plating crackles and heats. Primus’s divine fire flickering over him as he painfully shifts his plating enough to press you into his spark chamber, both of you jolting at the contact.
• You’re drowning in him again, his mad thoughts and convictions needling into you in a confusion of half formed ideas. It’s hard to hang onto your sense of self with so much of him crashing over you, dragging you deeper. Whispering to just give in to that tide. To give in to him. Dimly aware of someone yelling. An explosion. Getting jostled as you curl into yourself, legs drawn up. Feeling his emotions wash over you. Coaxing and you give in to that tide of demands. Give in to him.
• Primus’s fire wreathes him suddenly, driving his creator back. Hears Shockwave snarling about radiation, as Sunstorm turns away. Needs help, but it’s not going to come from here. And the walls around him begin to buckle and warp. Energized feeling you accept him, fully bond him, his self repair systems rally. His own frame consumed with his fire, being forged anew. Rumbling as he stalks through the halls, he’s aware of alarms sounding as he reaches for a wall. And it melts, giving way for him, caving under his divine power.
• Can’t tell what’s you and what’s him as you hang there tangled in his spark. His madness sinking into you to make you realize you can’t survive his mind unscathed as his convictions poison you, the only way to survive him at all is to give in completely. To believe him and his madness. Feel him pouring into you, his thoughts whispering into you as you struggle to keep a sense of self.
• There’s yelling, but it’s distant. Unimportant. Their problems, their petty war beneath him. Servos lifting to press against his chassis over his spark chamber, he’s can feel you there. His little light so afraid, knows you don’t believe yet. You must be part of his mission. Has to reforge you in Primus’s light like he’s been reshaped. Give you purpose. Head turning as he creates his own way out of the ship, the metal parting easily for him, he sees Shockwave watching but not moving to come near. “You can’t escape your purpose,” Shockwave growls at him, the other mech understanding nothing. Defeating Unicron is his only purpose, Shockwave’s plans inconsequential. All of it meaningless in the face of his true mission.
AUUUUUU EVERONES LITTLE GUYS ARE SO CUTE, lemme toss my goobers into the ring
Penny (orange Creamsicle baby lady) and Grayson (my Grey Son).
Cute! 🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️
Care
Sunstorm
• Venting as he returns and finds you face down on your shared berth, a pillow over your head, he sits beside you and mass shifts. Aching that your hurting and he want there to soothe you. Reaching out to touch your shoulder, before sliding his hand down, servos sliding under the bottom hem of your covering to find skin, he finally relaxes. Soothing his own disquiet with the feel of your heart beating. “I didn’t mean to be gone from you so long, little light,” he murmurs in apology.
• Head turning as he pulls the pillow away and brushes his servos against your temple, he’s too bright, his glowing plating making your stomach roil. The headache doubling as he poisons you even as you reach for him and let him pull you into his frame, stretching out alongside you. “Need you,” you manage, closing your eyes. Because he’s the cure as much as he’s the ailment.
• “I know,” he whispers, mouth brushing your forehead as he shifts his plating to snare you in his spark. Wrapping himself around you as the bond blooms between you. Catching your chin and tipping it up, his mouth slides against yours, glossa slipping inside you and he tries not to give in to the doubts. To despair that he’d been gifted you, his sweet, little mate and because Primus needed to test his resolve, He made it so there’s no touching you without harming you. His radioactivity making you sick over and over unless he bonds with you regularly and gives you his nanites.
• Arching against him as the bond eases the aching in your joints, the headache, and sick feeling, you move restlessly against him before far too soon, he’s severing the connection. Feel him hook an arm around you and he’s flying with you through the decommissioned plant. Know exactly where he’s going as he takes you to one of the tanks. Sucking in a breath right before you both hit the water.
• Wings flared as he sinks, he watches your eyes open. Servos releasing you, watching the way you move under water. Thrusters struggling, he tries to mimic your movements, to move like you do, because you’re flying under the water so effortlessly. His lovely, achingly fragile mate. Following you as you swim for the surface, he hooks an arm around you, pushing you up as he reaches to dig his servos into the concrete to anchor himself. “I missed my little light,” he says, nosing against your face.
• They’re never going to stop hunting him. You both know it. “I missed my fire,” you counter. Enemies everywhere as he keeps you afloat and you wiggle out of your pants and underwear, hooking a leg around his hip. Not that he needs any coaxing to free his spike. And you’re shifting against him, gripping his spike and guiding him to you as you sink down onto him, trusting him to keep you from drowning as you move against him, wrapping your arms around his neck when he growls and his mouth covers yours. Knowing every second spent with him is killing you. Will kill you without him constantly healing you. And he’s moving against you, struggling to get purchase against the smooth concrete walls so he can pin you and rut against you. Losing himself in you just like you’re lost in him, your broken and hurt mate.
I offer payment in cat pics for a few radiation soaked crumbs of Sunstorm XD
Lil lady's name is Buttons :P
Aww! Sweet baby
My inbox is getting bombarded with whisperings of a Tumblr shut down again- I do have an AO3, I’m just awful at updating it. Guess I need to work on that tonight
Love Me Dead Pt 5
Sunstorm x Reader
• “Hey, the radioactive freak is back,” Vortex says, grinning broadly and he vents. Reminding himself that he’s beyond caring about such pettiness. “And he’s got a pet.” Rasping softly as his servos flex against you, he strides past the other mech into the Nemesis. Aware of the Decepticons backing away to give him space. Whispering. The defective clone. The freak. It doesn’t bother him. It’s beneath him and he’s not alone anymore. Glancing down at you struggling in his servos, peace washes through him. Because he has you and he’ll never be alone again. You’re his reward, his motivation to not lose hope.
• Fantastic. There’s more of them. Terrified beyond all reason as the other giants get out of Sunstorm’s way, you hear the whispers. The mocking derision and realize your alien isn’t exactly well liked. Or liked at all as they all avoid him like he’s the alien plague. Maybe he is. Head pounding and mouth tasting foul, you shudder as he keeps placidly walking, occasionally rasping and groaning. And he carries you into a room with hanging tubes along one wall, a berth with straps in the center and all you can think of is being dissected by aliens. Skin crawling, you hear your breathing quicken.
• “You returned? Good,” Shockwave growls, antenna flicking when his creator notices him and looks up from his datapad. “We have work to do.” And Shockwave gestures with his cannon at an empty tank, as if thinking he’ll willingly trap himself. That he’d returned only to be placed back into stasis. Rasping in frustration, he sees when the scientist notices you and hesitates. “Radiation poisoning at your levels should be fatal.” What? Backing up a step with a grating rumble when the scientist tries to scan you, his good optic narrows. It’s not radiation, he burns with the righteous fire of Primus and he wouldn’t be gifted you only to harm you.
• Radiation poisoning? Is this alien fanatic radiating you? Horrified, you struggle harder to get away and he presses you closer to his damaged chassis until you shudder when an arc of spark energy snares you through the caved in plating. And you’re drowning in him all over again, but the headache, the joint aches you hadn’t even noticed yet all wash out of you like a tide as you make an incoherent noise, a knee sliding against his plating and feeling a pinch then wetness.
• Frozen in place as you tangle in him, he feels that little flicker of pain and makes himself break the contact. Seeing the trail of red blood running down your leg as you shiver in his grip and guilt twists through him that he’d hurt you. And he looks helplessly up at his creator before lowering his head, glossa sliding against your skin tasting salt and copper as his nanites work to heal the cut. When his head lifts, Shockwave is staring at him with an intensity that leaves him off balance and unsettled. “Fascinating,” his creator growls, reaching out a hand and he flares his wings defensively, denta bared. Watching Shockwave’s head tilt and realizing this was a mistake. Returning here a very bad mistake.
what's been going on with that 'radioactive' dude, uh, what was his name again? the really religious one who thinks reader is a primus-given gift (literally XD)
just curious! :D
He’s still very confused and subjecting his human to radiation poisoning that the partial bond is struggling to keep at bay
Love Me Dead Pt 4
Sunstorm x Reader
• Venting raggedly as he moves awkwardly through the trees, he can feel your heart beating against him where he has you pinned against the mesh of his neck. A little consort gifted to him to help him stay strong. Enact Primus’s will and punish the wicked. And there’s so much wickedness. The Autobots might take him in, repair him. Or might assume he’s a Decepticon and attack him. Not realizing he’s beyond their petty war and picking sides. None of that matters in the grand scheme of things, not when Unicron is out there somewhere, spreading his ravenous destruction and corruption.
• Struggling against his grip as he keeps moving, your head is pounding, stomach sour. “Just let me go. I won’t tell anyone about you. I swear.” Just want to pretend none of this ever happened. That whatever that was when you’d touched his spark was just a nightmare and you shudder. Pushing that knowledge, knowing about sparks, down into a dark corner of your mind. His thoughts infecting you. When you’d been lost in him, he’d overwhelmed you with his memories, his alien thoughts. His convictions. And you want none of it. You’re not his, you’d just been in the wrong place at the wrong time and did a stupid thing.
• You’re afraid. Your biofield crackling against his own and he wonders if this is part of his mission. Helping steer you from your uncertainty, until you have no doubts about his holy quest. Your quest now, too. And it’ll be nice to not be alone. To have another voice warning the others about the evil coming. Rasping when he tries to speak, he vents softly. Too hurt to soothe you with words. Shockwave at least is logical, he must see reason this time. Listen and not just shove him into stasis. Again. Turning toward where he remembers the Nemesis being, he keeps walking. Can’t stop, there are worlds depending on him and they must listen to him.
• Slumping against his servos when your headache slides into a migraine, you close your eyes. Wondering where he’s taking you. Trying to untangle the chaos you’d seen in his mind. Because you’re almost certain he’s absolutely mad. His thoughts had been obsessed. Frantic and consuming. “You understand you can’t keep me,” you try, shooting for logic and he makes that awful rasping growl of noise again. Trying to talk to you. “I’m not a pet,” you try, but you know he doesn’t think you’re one either. Had gotten that much from his mind. That he thinks you were gifted to him as a reward. Maybe you were. Gifted to him as a form of existential middle finger extended to you from the universe.
• Do you doubt him? This must be a test from Primus. A chance to convert you and you’ll stand by his side where you’re meant to be. Helping him. Why else would he have been given you? A little mate, a companion. Alien and strange, but maybe you’re meant to help him unite your people with his against Unicron? Yes. That must be it. A holy union to bring Cybertronians and humans together. Tapping a servo against you, he bares his denta. You must be the secret to completing his mission. He just needs to claim you and figure out your secrets. Figure out what is needed of him.
Hiii, it is my first time doing the whole ask thing, so I am very sorry if I am being rude. I am quite curious, will Sunstorm will have a third chapter?
Nah, you’re fine. I just have too many storylines going at this point and forget characters sometimes
Love Me Dead Pt 3
Sunstorm x Reader
• Tensing as the giant moves, a hand reaching and pushing himself slowly up onto his knees, your heart races. His other hand flexes against you where you’re pinned against his neck and he makes another crackling, moan of sound. Head turning to look around like he’s not sure where he is. One of his servos slides against your throat, then down to press against your chest. “Let me go. Please,” you manage, terrified and off balance. Still reeling from whatever he’d done to you.
• Let you go? Don’t you understand that you’re his now? Gifted to him in his darkest hour. His little light. His hope. Voice crackling, he vents as he gets his bearings. Trying to remember how he’d gotten here. Had sought out his brother, trying to get his assistance. And Starscream had betrayed him. Attacked him. Growling, he stumbles into a cooling tower, palm catching at it for balance. Still do hurt.
• “I won’t tell anyone about you. I promise,” you plead as the giant takes an unsteady step forward. Who’d believe you anyway? What does he want with you? “Just let me go.” Your head is beginning to pound, as you cling to his servos. Really registering how big he is and how high up you are. What a fall from this height will do to you. Can hear a faint humming from him amid the crackling and growling. Skin crawling as a faint luminescence blooms from him. Glowing in the moonlight.
• Tries to tell you to fear not, but his crackling, broken voice distorts it into “Ffffear nnnt.” Trying to flare out his wings is agony, one so damaged it’s just hanging limping at his back. Too much for the self repair to handle. He needs a medic and he’s not getting air born until he finds one. Shockwave had helped him in the past, but the scientist had also tried to cage him. Called him mad. Insane. Starscream had said the same. Ignorant and not understanding his mission. But you? You’ll stand by him. Help him do Primus’s will.
• Heart racing, he begins walking unsteadily and your new concern is that he’ll fall and crush you if not just drop you and accidentally step on you. Where is he going? Crying out when he stumbles and goes down on a knee, and somehow he doesn’t drop you. Keeps you carefully pinned against his neck. And he’s crooning brokenly at you, the static making the sound almost sinister. Slowly regaining his peds and continuing into the night with you trapped in his hand.
