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[toastyfirefly]

Rules for my blog!!

Stuff I’ll write for•^•

Robots in disguise

Transformers Prime

Transformers Animated

Dinotrux

Shattered Glass

Rescue bots

Rescue bots academy

Trollhunters

Stuff I won’t write:(

Anything with pedophilia

Homophobia

R@pe

Rasism

Politics

Incest

(Unless it’s for comfort from having to experience these things)

The main things i’ll be writing!!

X reader

Au’s

Yandere

Silly high jinx

Fluff

Feel free to request anything!!

~the writer

[toastyfirefly]

Does Knockout become Yandere for Soundwave's (I guess now Starscream's) human darling?

Yes! I plan on making all the Decepticons yandere for Soundwave's darling! And maybe the Autobots too if I'm feeling ambitious. And since you guys have been oh so Patient with me, please enjoy some bonus content!

Yandere Soundwave x reader: chat messages [PROLOGUE] YOU

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S0μndW@ve

U up?

R3ad3r_Bl00ps

Well now I am

Tf u want bro???

S0μndW@ve

Two weeks ago you stated that you're ex cheated on you

R3ad3r_Bl00ps

Yea? So?

S0μndW@ve

Earlier I reviewed your chat logs with him because I had noticed he messaged you, is it true you hooked up with him last night

R3ad3r_Bl00ps

BRO WHAT

WDYM YOU REVIEWED MY CHATLOGS W HIM????????

S0μndW@ve

Do not deflect, did you hook up with him?

R3ad3r_Bl00ps

.....Perchance

But he's changed! I swear!

S0μndW@ve

Incorrect

I looked through his chatlogs with others, he is currently dating three women, and in a “situationship” with two men

R3ad3r_Bl00ps

......What

S0μndW@ve

I have informed all of his “Sidepiece's” of his infidelity

His disrespect will not be tolerated

R3ad3r_Bl00ps

Bro idek what to say to this

S0μndW@ve

I also burnt down his house

Lol

R3ad3r_Bl00ps

Haha sure bestie

S0μndW@ve

I actually did it

R3ad3r_Bl00ps

OMG

THAT'S HIS HOUSE

S0μndW@ve

Indeed

Unfortunately he was not inside

R3ad3r_Bl00ps

BRO YOU CAN'T DO THAT

S0μndW@ve

I apologize for not inviting you

R3ad3r_Bl00ps

THAT'S NOT THE PROBLEM

THAT'S A CRIME

YOU CAN'T DO THAT

S0μndW@ve

Please do not be mad

R3ad3r_Bl00ps

DO NOT SEND A REACTION PHOTO RN

THIS IS SERIOUS

S0μndW@ve

I'll buy you cake

R3ad3r_Bl00ps

I forgive you

Everyone makes mistakes

S0μndW@ve

Ily <3

R3ad3r_Bl00ps

Ily too bestie (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

~Writer

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What YOU Never Saw [Part 5]

Part 5 of the What He Never Saw Series!

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Something is wrong in Berk, and it has Hiccup’s name written all over it.

For days, he keeps turning up in your orbit, not loudly, not boldly, but with a persistence that makes your skin prickle. It would be easier if he stayed distant like he has for years. Easier if your heart did not react every time he gets close enough to say your name like it still matters.

So you do what you always do when you cannot untangle your own thoughts. You go to Snotlout.

He listens, he laughs, and then he drops one impossible idea that you refuse to believe, until it starts sounding less like a joke and more like a threat. Because if Hiccup really is watching you, if Snotlout is right, then there is only one way to prove it.

One reckless test. One brief kiss.

And somewhere beyond the bonfire, unseen in the dark, Hiccup watches it happen.

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This story is part of the What He Never Saw Series! If you liked this, don't forget to check out the other parts!

To find part 1, click HERE.

For Part 2, click HERE.

For Part 3, click HERE!

For Part 4, click HERE!

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Up Next:

A Visit to Berk (Yandere Hiccup x Berserker!Reader x Yandere Toothless)

Forged in Obsession (Yandere Hiccup x Reader) [Part 1]

The First Kindness (Yandere Tuffnut x Reader) [Part 1]

To find my main masterlist, click HERE.

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Something was wrong.

You had felt it simmering under the surface for days now. A shift in the rhythm of your routine. A subtle pressure in the air every time you stepped outside. It wasn’t danger. Not exactly. But it unsettled you in a way you couldn’t quite ignore.

Hiccup was acting differently.

Not in a loud or dramatic way. Quietly. Almost cautiously. But still so obvious to you it was impossible not to notice.

He kept showing up. Places he hadn’t stepped foot in for years suddenly became part of his route. You’d go to the docks to collect herbs and he’d be standing a few yards away, talking to a fisherman who definitely didn’t need talking to. You’d bring jars back to the Great Hall and somehow he’d be walking out just as you walked in. Gothi’s hut, the healer’s hut, the cliff paths you used to take alone… Hiccup was there. Like an echo you hadn’t asked for.

And the worst part was that it didn’t feel like coincidence.

It made your chest tighten in a way that was not entirely pleasant. Not entirely unpleasant either.

For years he’d had more than enough reasons to forget you. Dragons, outposts, responsibilities, the entire world reshaped around him. You had accepted that. Or at least learned how to live with it.

So why now? Why this sudden… closeness?

Suspicion stirred in your stomach. But right beneath it was something softer, much more fragile, something you absolutely did not want resurfacing. The ridiculous hope that maybe—just maybe—there was a reason he kept appearing. A reason he lingered in your periphery. A reason his presence suddenly felt heavier, more intentional.

You shut the thought down the second it surfaced.

You’d promised yourself you would never reopen that door. Not for him. Not for anyone.

So you tried to ignore him.

Most days, it almost worked. He didn’t say much. Didn’t intrude. Just watched from a distance like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to get closer. That made pretending easier. You could busy yourself with work, rinse bandages, crush herbs, talk to patients, and pretend you didn’t feel his gaze brush the side of your face.

But then there were the moments he did approach.

The way he stepped toward you with uncertainty clinging to his shoulders. The way he tried to speak casually even though something in his expression said he’d been debating it for far too long. The way his voice softened when he used your name, as if it still meant something to him.

Those moments were harder.

Because that was when all the old feelings you had buried so carefully began shifting inside you again. Excitement you didn’t trust. Fear you didn’t want to admit. A pull toward him that hadn’t entirely died, no matter how much time had passed. Every conversation with him felt like stepping into warm water and cold air at the same time.

You hated it.

You hated that you couldn’t read him anymore. You hated that part of you wanted to. And you hated, more than anything, how quickly your heart reacted every time he came near.

It left you feeling pulled in two different directions, wanting something and warning yourself against it all at once.

And somehow, that contradiction scared you more than anything Hiccup himself was doing.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

You finally reached a breaking point on a morning that should have felt normal.

You were sitting on an overturned barrel by the docks, sorting dried kelp into bundles for Gothi, when you caught sight of Hiccup again for what felt like the hundredth time that week. He wasn’t doing anything unusual. Just walking. Talking to a fisherman. Checking a net. But his eyes kept flicking in your direction, quick and deliberate, like he was making sure you were still there.

Your skin went tight.

It wasn’t threatening. It wasn’t intrusive. It was just… constant.

Too constant.

And after several more minutes of pretending not to notice, you exhaled through your nose, grabbed your satchel, and went looking for the one person who would actually listen.

Snotlout found you first, of course. He always did these days.

He was lounging against a pile of crates, sharpening a dagger with the kind of concentration that made you wonder how he’d managed not to lose a finger yet. He glanced up when you approached, eyebrows lifting.

“You look weird,” he said.

“Thanks.”

“No, seriously.” He squinted. “You have that look. The ‘something is bothering me but I’m pretending it’s not’ look.”

You set your satchel down harder than necessary. “Hiccup has been everywhere.”

Snotlout blinked. Twice.

“Everywhere?”

“Everywhere,” you repeated, frustration bleeding into your voice. “The docks. The Great Hall. The healer’s hut. The training grounds.”

He raised a brow. You hurried on before he could misunderstand.

“Yes, I know he goes to those places normally, but not when I’m there.” You rubbed your forehead. “Not like this. Not every single time. I’ll go somewhere completely at random, and suddenly he’s already there. Or he shows up seconds after I arrive. It’s too patterned. Too… deliberate.”

Snotlout’s dagger slipped from his hand and clattered onto the crate.

He stared at you. Then his expression flew through a full range of emotions—confusion, shock, recognition—before finally settling on amusement so bright it was almost offensive.

And then he laughed.

“Oh, this is priceless.”

You slapped his arm. “It’s not funny.”

“It’s hilarious.” He wiped his eyes. “Hiccup. Acting weird. Around you. Everywhere you go.”

“Snotlout.”

“You’re serious.”

“Yes!”

He leaned back with a slow, mischievous grin spreading across his face.

“You know what that means, right?”

“Don’t say it.”

He said it anyway.

“He likes you.”

You stiffened instantly.

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not?”

“Because that’s impossible.”

Snotlout stared at you like you had just announced dragons didn’t exist.

“Impossible? Really?”

“Yes, really.”

He stepped closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “You do realize the guy looks at you like he’s trying to remember how words work, right?”

“Snotlout, I swear—”

“I’m just saying.” His grin widened. “Looks a lot like interest to me.”

“It’s not.”

“I think it is.”

“It’s not.”

He leaned back, smug. “You’re blushing.”

“I am not.”

You were. And it infuriated you.

Snotlout, of course, reveled in it.

“Look, I’m not saying you should go swoon over him,” he said, picking up his dagger again. “But Hiccup doesn’t do anything halfhearted. If he’s suddenly orbiting you like you’re a new moon, I’m pretty sure that means something.”

You shook your head hard. “It doesn’t.”

“It does.”

“It doesn’t.”

He smirked. “Sure. Keep telling yourself that.”

You glared at him, but the damage was done.

Because for the rest of the day, your mind kept circling back to the same unnerving realization:

Hiccup wasn’t just appearing everywhere.

He was appearing everywhere you were.

And whether you liked it or not, something about that tugged at emotions you had spent years trying to bury.

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You tried to shake off Snotlout’s teasing as you walked away, but it lingered in your mind far longer than you expected. His voice kept circling back, poking at thoughts you had no interest in exploring. You kept reminding yourself that Snotlout loved jumping to conclusions. He could turn a wrong glance into a wedding proposal if it meant getting a rise out of someone.

Even so, the conversation would not leave you alone.

You moved through the village with your satchel at your hip, hoping that physical distance would clear your thoughts. It did not. The moment you stepped onto the green, you saw Hiccup again.

It startled you how quickly your breath caught.

He was speaking with a couple of riders, but he looked distracted. His hands moved while he talked, but his focus kept sliding away from them. When his gaze drifted across the open space and found you, a small shift passed through him. His posture straightened. His voice changed. Something sharpened in his expression.

He started moving toward you.

You felt your stomach tighten in that all too familiar way, the one that made your thoughts scatter. You considered turning around, pretending you had forgotten something back at the docks, anything to escape before he reached you. But your body did not move. You stayed rooted to the spot until he came to a stop in front of you.

He smiled, though the uncertainty behind it was unmistakable. “Hey.”

You returned it with a small nod. “Hi.”

The silence that followed pressed gently between the two of you. It was not awkward, but it did have weight. The kind that felt like something unsaid was sitting on the edge of every breath.

You shifted your satchel slightly. “Did you need something?”

He shook his head. “No, not really. I just saw you and thought I should say hello. It has been a while since we talked properly.”

Your pulse flickered. He did this often now. Approaching with no real purpose. Appearing at the exact moment you happened to arrive somewhere. Finding small excuses to speak with you. Not enough to feel alarming, but enough that you could not ignore the pattern anymore.

“I am fine, Hiccup,” you said, trying to sound light. “Just busy.”

He studied your face, searching for something you were not offering. “You always are. But to be honest, you look a little tired lately.”

You almost laughed at that, mostly because it surprised you. You had not expected him to notice such a thing. Not after years of barely noticing anything about you at all.

“I'm alright,” you said again. “Really.”

He hesitated, and the hesitation felt deliberate. Like he was holding something back. Then he stepped a small measure closer, enough that the scent of leather, smoke and sea salt reached you.

“I can walk with you if you want company. Wherever you are heading.”

The offer startled you more than his presence. There was no reason for him to say that. No reason to follow you to the healer’s hut or Gothi’s or wherever else you went. He used to have an entire village to manage. Dragons to train. Patrols to oversee. A life full of responsibilities that never rested.

Now he wanted to walk with you.

You forced a small smile that felt more fragile than you wanted it to. “Thanks, but you don't have to do that.”

He frowned slightly, confused. “I know I don't have to. I want to.”

You stepped back, just enough to breathe again. “I mean, you don't need to go out of your way. I'm sure you're busy enough as it is, so really, it's fine.”

Something tightened in his eyes, but he nodded. For a heartbeat, you thought he might insist anyway. The thought sent a small ripple of something unwelcome through your chest. You were not sure if it was fear or hope, and you hated that you could not tell the difference.

You turned first. “I should go. Gothi needs these herbs.”

“Right,” he said. “Of course.”

You took only a few steps before his voice reached you again, quiet but steady.

“If you ever need anything, you can tell me.”

You paused, but did not turn around.

“I know,” you said softly. Then you walked.

You told yourself it was fine. You told yourself nothing had changed. But as you crossed the green, your thoughts refused to settle. Every moment replayed in your mind, combined with every strange coincidence from the past few days. The way he appeared at the docks. The way he showed up at the healer’s hut. The way he always seemed to know where you were, even when you picked your path at random.

None of it felt accidental anymore. Not to you.

Hiccup had shifted into a new rhythm, one that kept brushing up against your life no matter how much you tried to step aside. You did not know what it meant yet, and you were afraid to guess. All you knew was the strange pressure in your chest, the feeling that something had begun moving beneath the surface.

Hiccup was different. And that truth settled over you like the first cold breath before a storm.

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You barely had time to collect yourself before Snotlout fell into step beside you.

He did it easily, like he belonged there. Like he had already decided he was going to insert himself into whatever was happening and saw no reason to ask permission. One glance at his expression told you he had noticed far more than you wanted him to.

You kept walking.

He let the silence stretch, clearly enjoying it. Then he said, “That was interesting.”

You didn’t look at him. “Nothing happened.”

He smiled to himself. “Didn’t say something happened.”

“Then stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what.”

“Like you think you know something.”

His smile widened slightly. “That’s because I do.”

You sighed, already regretting this conversation. “You didn’t hear what we talked about.”

“No,” Snotlout agreed, “but I don’t need to.”

You slowed despite yourself. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“Sure it does,” he said casually. “People don’t look at each other like that unless there’s something going on.”

You stopped walking.

Snotlout stopped too, turning just enough to face you, his posture relaxed, confident. He wasn’t smirking yet, but the satisfaction was there, sitting comfortably beneath his expression.

“He didn’t even realize he was doing it,” Snotlout continued. “That’s the best part.”

You crossed your arms. “You’re imagining things.”

“I’m really not.”

“You always imagine things.”

He shrugged. “Only when they’re obvious.”

That irritated you more than you wanted to admit.

You turned away and resumed walking. “Hiccup’s just being nice.”

Snotlout scoffed quietly. “That wasn’t nice.”

“You don’t know what it was.”

“I know what it wasn’t,” he replied. “It wasn’t casual.”

You clenched your jaw.

Snotlout glanced behind you briefly, then back at you, his tone lowering just enough to feel intentional. “You want my honest opinion.”

“No.”

“I didn’t ask,” he said lightly. “That guy’s got it bad.”

You stopped again, slower this time. “Don’t say that.”

“Why not.”

“Because it’s not true.”

He tilted his head, studying you in a way that made you feel uncomfortably seen. “You shut that down pretty fast.”

Heat crept up your neck. “Because it’s ridiculous.”

“Is it,” he said, unconvinced.

You turned to face him fully. “He barely noticed me for years.”

Snotlout nodded, unfazed. “True.”

Then, with a faint edge of smugness, “That’s usually what happens right before someone realizes they screwed up.”

Your chest tightened.

You started walking again, faster this time. “You’re reading too much into it.”

“Maybe,” he said easily, keeping pace. “But I’ve been around Hiccup long enough to know when he’s thinking too hard about something.”

You didn’t respond.

Snotlout chuckled under his breath. “He stopped walking when you stopped, by the way.”

You hated that your steps faltered.

“And he waited for you to turn away first,” Snotlout added. “That’s not coincidence. That’s restraint.”

You swallowed.

Snotlout smiled then, satisfied. Not cruel. Not mocking. Just confident in his own assessment.

“Relax,” he said. “I’m not saying anything has to happen.”

You shot him a look. “You just said—”

“I’m saying it explains why he’s suddenly everywhere you are,” he finished. “And why he looks like he’s deciding something every time you leave.”

That sat heavy in your chest.

Snotlout clapped a hand on your shoulder, casual and possessive in his own way. “Anyway. Don’t worry about it.”

Then, with a grin that carried far too much self assurance, “I’ll keep an eye on him.”

You shoved his hand away and walked faster, trying to outrun the thoughts crowding your head.

But no matter how much you told yourself Snotlout was wrong, his words followed you.

Because this time, it wasn’t just you noticing anymore.

And that made everything feel far more real.

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After what Snotlout said, you could not stop noticing things.

You told yourself you were overthinking. That you were letting someone else’s careless words rearrange your memories. That it was easier to believe there was a pattern than to accept how uncertain everything felt right now.

But once the thought lodged itself in your mind, it refused to leave.

You noticed when Hiccup entered a space just a little too soon after you did. You noticed how often his eyes found you before anything else. You noticed the pauses, the way he lingered at the edges of conversations like he was waiting for something that never quite arrived.

It unsettled you in a way you had not expected.

You wanted to talk to Snotlout about it. Properly. You wanted to ask him what he meant, why he sounded so sure, why he had said it like it was obvious. You wanted him to either confirm you were imagining things or admit he had been exaggerating.

You never got the chance.

Every time you found him, something interrupted. A call from the stables. A dragon throwing a fit. A patrol schedule suddenly changing. Once, Hookfang refused to take off and Snotlout was dragged halfway across the village before he could even say goodbye.

He always flashed you that same grin and said, “Later. I promise.”

Later never came.

Hiccup, on the other hand, did.

He appeared without explanation, without urgency, without any clear reason. He asked how your day was going. He lingered near Gothi’s hut longer than necessary. He offered to help with things you had never needed help with before.

You told yourself it was nothing.

But you also found yourself adjusting your sleeves before he spoke. Catching your reflection in windows and wondering if you looked tired. Standing a little straighter when he was near. Thinking about your words before you said them, wondering how they sounded in his ears.

That frightened you more than his absence ever had.

Then the riders left.

The report came early, urgent and disjointed, smoke near the outposts, dragons not returning, Gobber’s frantic insistence that Dragon’s Edge needed Hiccup immediately for defensive reinforcements. You watched him gather the riders, his focus sharp, his voice steady, already somewhere else.

He did not look for you.

He did not say goodbye.

You told yourself that was normal. That it always had been.

The next three days were quiet.

Too quiet.

Without the riders, Berk softened. The noise dulled. The air felt lighter. You slept better than you had in weeks. You moved through your routines without feeling watched, without feeling pulled in any direction.

For a brief moment, you wondered if this was what you needed. Distance. Peace. A reminder that you could exist without orbiting someone else’s attention.

Then the dragons returned.

The sound reached you first, cheers rising from the village, the familiar thunder of wings cutting through the sky. Relief spread through Berk like a wave.

Your first thought was not Hiccup.

It was Snotlout.

You needed to talk to him before you lost your nerve.

You found him near the Great Hall later that evening, laughing as he accepted a drink, flushed and bright in the firelight. The sight of him brought an unexpected rush of relief. You did not stop to think. You crossed the space between you and grabbed his arm.

“I need to talk to you,” you said.

He blinked, then smiled. “Missed me?”

“Do not start,” you muttered, tugging him a few steps away from the crowd. “You were right. Or something close to it.”

That caught his attention.

“Oh.”

“Hiccup has been around constantly,” you said, lowering your voice. “More than before they left. It is not subtle. In fact, it's even a bit unsettling.”

He crossed his arms, clearly enjoying this. “Told you.”

“You did not,” you snapped. “And you are still wrong.”

He tilted his head, studying you with that infuriating confidence. “Then prove it.”

Your stomach tightened. “Prove what.”

“That he does not care,” he said easily. “That I am wrong.”

You frowned. “How.”

His grin sharpened. “Next time he shows up, you kiss me.”

You stared at him.

“You are out of your mind,” you said flatly.

“Possibly,” he agreed. “But effective.”

“Absolutely not,” you said. “I am not kissing you to test someone else’s feelings.”

He shrugged. “Then you will keep wondering.”

That hurt more than you expected.

You turned away, heart racing. This was reckless. Immature. You were not some experiment. You did not owe anyone proof or performance.

But the thought stayed with you.

What if nothing happened.

What if Snotlout was wrong.

Wouldn’t that settle everything.

“It would not mean anything,” you said quietly. “Just a moment.”

“Exactly,” he replied.

Later, when the bonfire burned at the edge of the village and laughter filled the air, you found yourself seated beside him. Too close. Close enough that your shoulders brushed. Close enough that the warmth felt deliberate.

You told yourself you could still stop this.

Snotlout leaned in and murmured something ridiculous in your ear. You laughed before you could stop yourself, the sound light and unguarded.

He looked at you, waiting.

You nodded.

The kiss was brief. Soft. Gone almost as soon as it began.

Your heart pounded as you pulled back, laughing again, already regretting it.

You did not see Hiccup.

But he saw you.

And somewhere beyond the firelight, something quietly and irrevocably broke.

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[toastyfirefly]

Hiiiiii guys<3333 so I know I haven’t been writing for the past like….. few months, and I should really get started on writing the next part of the yandere Decepticons, buuuuut……

What if I gave you guys some Trollhunters?

So basically the scenario in my head goes like this: You’re the trollhunter (and a human (like Jim)), and you don’t show ANY emotions, none at all, not scared when you first meet Blinky & AAARGH, not annoyed or upset when Draal is an asshole when you first meet him, not even happy when you beat Draal’s ass in the rematch, & no sympathy when he gets kicked out of Toll-market.

So now this takes place when Draal starts living in your house (just to be clear you’re a teen in this scenario (like Jim)). So he’s in your basement, and suddenly he hears a loud crash noise from upstairs, and then a smack.

So he creep’s up the stairs to see what the noise was. Quietly opening the basement door see what it was. Only to see you, standing next to a broken vase, gently cupping your cheek that was now turning pink, and terrified look on your face. Standing Infront of you was your father, drunk as always.

Draal of course, was shocked. He’d never seen you show emotion until this very moment, and it was because you were afraid. Afraid of someone who was supposed to help and care for you, not… This.

Everything was starting to make sense now, you’re lack of response to anything. It wasn’t that you didn’t care, it was a trauma response.

“D-dad… I’m sorry, swear it was—!” “CLAM IT! I DON’T WANNA HEAR ANOTHER WORD OUTTA YOUR STINKING MOUTH! Just like your damn mother…”

And that’s all I have so far! Sorry for not posting a lot, I promise I’ll try to do more!!

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on this day one year ago someone sewed a fried egg to a tshirt

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this is your only day to reblog this for a year

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i missed my chance last year so this has been in my queue for 364 days

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happy 10 year anniversary to someone sewing a fried egg to a shirt

[toastyfirefly]

Can someone tell me why they did that?

[ladiesfirstalways]

[toastyfirefly]

Are you still active?

Yes! Feel free 2 request stuff!

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ATTENTION ALL YANDERE LOVERS

As some of you know, I made a Yandere Soundwave x reader fic, and then, I made a part two to that fic where Yandere Starscream met Soundwave’s reader. And as of recently, I wanted to make a part three, but I am having some issues deciding which Decepticon to write about next, so I decided to ask you guys who part three should be about, and do not worry if yours doesn’t win because I will end up doing all of the con’s from most wanted to least wanted, soooooooo……

Who should the next lucky Decepticon be to meet Reader?

Airachnid

Megatron

Dreadwing

Breakdown

Knockout

Steve & the Vehicons

Orion Pax???

Breakdown+Knockout

Shockwave

Unicron??????????????

The Insecticons

Gary (the worst most evil Vehicon ever that he isn’t even a Vehicon anymore)

Voting ended onMay 18, 2025

~The Writer

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~The Writer

[toastyfirefly]

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT

I am very sorry that I haven’t posted in the last two weeks, it was because the first week I was preparing for a vacation and the second week I was on said vacation, but luckily now I have enough time to start posting more regularly once again.

In other news: ducks r kool.

~ The Writer

[capricornluna-deactivated201810]

this blog hates donald trump

[pearlmarley]

Look how many people hate him. I’m pretty damn happy about that 😁😁😁😁😁😁

[aggressivetapdancing]

I’ve never reblogged something so fast

[toastyfirefly]

I’m Canadian but same ngl

[toastyfirefly]

Do you do character x character for transformers?

Hmmmmm….. maybe! I’m not sure yet

[toastyfirefly]

Can I request headcanons for yandere TFA! Megatron, please?

FUCK YEEAA- er.. yes! (P.s I was kinda inspired by another’s fanfic for yan Megatron, but unfortunately I forgot their name, but credit’s to them! Whoever they are!!)

Yandere TFA Megatron x reader

Deffo a possessive and kidnap-y yandere

For this, lets say that you met dear old Megsy while he was still only a head

You were a janitor who worked for Sumdac, and every time you had to clean in the room where Megatron’s head was being kept, you talk to him, not knowing that he was listening

At first, he was incredibly annoyed by you talking to him, to him, all the stuff you yapped to him about was incredibly boring and a waste of time, like, why would a giant alien robot warlord who’s billion’s of years old wanna know about how much of a bitch Margret from accounting is, or taxes??

But after awhile, he eventually started enjoying listening to you blabbering on and on about your life and being a janitor, too a concerning degree

He soon got used to you coming into the lab and cleaning while speaking to him about random things that pop into your head, meanwhile, he was plotting about what he would do once he got his body back

Until one day, you didn’t show up

It was like that for a few days, and each one of those days, he got more worried, more stressed, more possessive

Five days later, he finally heard your voice

Reader: Heyooooo Giant head guy! Sorry I wasn’t around the last few days, I got sick:(

Needless to say, he was relieved to hear your voice again, before getting slightly concerned

For Cybertronian’s, the only sicknesses that existed were either incredibly harmful or incredibly deadly, and would often take MONTHS to be well enough to be able to work again, but you had come back only after a few days, leading him to think that you were working while you were incredibly sick

That only worsened his possessiveness

And after a few months, everything slowly started going back to normal, until one day, something miraculous happened while he was listening to you talk

He could see again!

He looked around, trying to see you, excited to find out what his little cleaner looked like until his optics (eyes) finally landed on where that little voice was coming from, and to his shock, you were organic

A tiny, weak little organic, who was like an insect compared to him

He was shocked, to say the least, he just thought your species was just small, but still made of metal, not organic

That day, he made a vow to himself, that once he got his body back, he wouldn’t let anything or anyone hurt his little cleaner, no matter the cost

~The writer

[toastyfirefly]

Hi, You can do Yandere TFP Ratchet x Cybertronian femme reader, where when Ratchet uses the synthetic energon himself

FUCK YEAAAAAAA- or… of course I can!

Yandere Ratchet x Cybertronian Fem!reader

(Synth-en edition)

So as a yandere, I think we can all agree that he’d be an obsessive and overprotective yandere

But with synth-en

HOOOH

It’d be dialed up to a million

So for this, I can only assume that you’d be the nurse of the Autobots, so you’d be the one spending the most time with him!

Putting this into account, you were probably there when he injected himself with the synth-en

Needless to say, you were concerned, and a little afraid

I mean, that stuff was highly experimental! Who knows what it could do to a Cybertronian!!

Your concerns only worsened when his eyes turned green

You immediately tried to get him to sit down, and instead, he pulled you close and….. KISSED YOU???!!!!!!

You were shocked, to say the least, and he chuckled at your confused face, gently nipping at your neck, making your face flush

Synth-en Ratchet: What~? Cat got your tongue~?

Before you could answer, he picked you up bridal style and walking off to your shared berthroom with you in his arms, walking past a very confused Arcee

Meanwhile, you were absolutely baffled, he had never acted like this before, I mean sure, there was the occasional pickup line here and there, but nothing like THIS

He walked into your shared berthroom, the door closing behind him, throwing your confused form onto the berth before crawling on top of you

He was straddling you, arms wrapped around your body, roughly kissing your neck

You looked down at him, horribly confused, this was REALLY out of character for him, especially when he picked you up, before he struggled picking up stuff a quarter your weight, but he just picked you up effortlessly

The rest of that day, you were trapped underneath him, snuggling with the occasional rough kisses every here and there

Synth-en Ratchet: Hmmm… I love you.. Dumbaft……

Reader: Wha-?

Synth-en Ratchet: *Kisses your mouth shut so you stop talking.*

~The Writer

[toastyfirefly]

Hey there 🌍💙

I hope you're doing well. Today, I’m reaching out with a heartfelt request. My family is going through an incredibly difficult time, and I need your help to make our story heard.

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[toastyfirefly]

Other Cons being Yandere for Soundwave's darling? Ooh Please write about it!! <3

Anon-cadadon, I’m pretty sure I’m gonna do all the cons one at a time so that they all can have some special attention! So I’m doing everyone’s favourite pathetic lil boy toy first! And make sure to tell me who you want next!!

Yandere Starscream x reader

While snooping through Soundwave’s stuff, trying to find any blackmail or weaknesses he might have, he stumbled upon something strange

It was a box with a hole in it nearing the bottom and a removable lid

Curious, he took off the lid, only to see you

You were asleep in a little bed that had purple blankets and purple pillow, and a larger white one

Infact, the entire box look like a little room for a human, needless to say, Starscream was flabbergasted, why on earth did Soundwave have a flesh-bag living in a box in his quarters? And such a cute one at that?

He looked down at the box with the little fleshy inside it, thinking, before putting the lid back on the box and lifting it up before carrying it out of Soundwave’s quarters, taking it with him

He had decided that Soundwave was inadequate and undeserving of having such a cute little pet human, so he decided to steal it and make it his first ever flesh-bag follower and only follower

Soon, he made it back to his own quarters, as the door shut behind him, he placed the box on the nightstand that was right next to his berth (bed)

He took off the lid of the box and placed it underneath the box, looking down at his new little follower, who was slowly starting to wake up

You groggily rubbed your eyes and looked up, but instead of seeing the lid of the box you now lived in, you saw Starscream’s face! Who was looking down at you, shocked, he wasn’t expecting his little follower to wake up so soon!

You were terrified, you had never met Starscream before and the last time you met a Cybertronian, he kidnapped you and now you live in a (admittedly comfy) box that was decorated with a bunch of purple!

You were looking up at him, shaking in fear, meanwhile he’s just looking down at you, trying to think of what to do

After a good few seconds, he picks you up and lays down on his berth, cuddling you to his chest, he’s not being kind to a fleshy! Never! He just doesn’t want his little follower to be afraid of him!

Reader:*Shaking in fear because now there’s TWO giant scary alien robots*

Starscream: There there, little follower.. You don’t have to worry now that the great lord Starscream is here……

Reader, who’s now EVEN MORE confused: W- wuh…? Lord…?

Starscream, who thinks that you just called him your lord and now even more excited to have a new little follower: Yes! That’s right! I’m your lord!!!

Reader, now more confused than scared, not realizing that you’ll never get rid of him now: Huh……?

~writer

BONUS:

Current concept of what the box looks like on the inside and out