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I’m going to show my friend (who loves waspinator) your fics about him and I think it’ll convince her to make a tumblr account

Get ‘em. 😆

I Can Feel You Pt 7

IDW Metroplex x Reader

• Disoriented, you’re only aware of the fitful glow around you and that deep thrumming. Remembering arms holding you, the sound of his voice. That brings you fully awake, realizing you’re curled around that weird flower-like node and those cables you’d seen are twisted about you like vines. “Metroplex?” Around you the Titan is silent, sleeping again maybe. Sitting up, you try to pry the cables loose, your stomach lurching when you realizes there are hair fine filaments embedded in your skin. They don’t hurt at all when you gingerly pull one loose, feeling a faint tugging but thankfully no pain. The sensation is almost enough to make you retch, but there’s no blood and no marks on your skin as you free yourself.

• Half aware, he can feel the connection to you going taut and beginning to fade. You’re awake and separating yourself from him. Slowly, the brightness of your mind within his dies away and he feels that loss. Wants to snare you again, but knows he can’t keep you down here with him no matter what he wants. You’ve already given him so much. You’re unsteady on your feet as you stand and he can’t catch you, help steady you. Once again, you’re right there and all he can do is watch. Guide you back through his interior. Stretching out his awareness, dividing it, he tries to find his drones. He’s been drifting so long, he’s lost them, too. Still with him somewhere, though.

• Tiredly following the glow of his biolights, you brush against walls, feeling exhausted down to your bones and oddly bereft of that link with him. Part of you wants to run back, just stay. What would happen to your body if you just stay dreaming that lovely dream with him? Would it be like dying in your sleep eventually? Starving to death down there lost in him and not even noticing? Surfing your palm against his walls, your neck cranes when finally you see that rectangle of light above. “I want to come back,” you whisper to him, one foot on the bottom stair. When you’d descended, you’d been terrified of the dark and emptiness, but it’s not dark at all or empty. He’s everywhere surrounding you. Safety and warmth.

• He really doesn’t deserve you. Watching you climb back up, he’s a bit more alert than usual, able to track you more easily than ever before. More aware of himself as you stumble into the home he’s built you and immediately find food and water. Closing the entry in the floor behind you, he turns inward again. Searching for his three drones with new urgency. They’re separate, but him, too. He can move through them, speak in a limited way. And most importantly, feel.

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human friend of known robofucker pointing at random Autobots and going 'so is he hot'

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*sigh*

You know who else is on my "Transformers crushes" list?

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COMMISSION from @corianderfinch!

See full version on bluesky because tumblr is run by a bunch of twits who blatantly despise any depiction of a woman being pleasured lmao

couples commissions are OPEN! :)

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Got anymore “Giving up/Giving in” with Earthspark Megatron.

It’s good to see there’s at least one other human (other than Dorthy and the Maltos) giving the ex-warlord a chance! He needs more friends like that.

….

Wait, is it “Giving up/Giving in” or “Giving in/Giving up”?

Ugh! My brain can’t “brain” right now.😅😖🥱

My brain barely brains on a good day

Give Up/Give In Pt 9

TF Earthspark Megatron x Reader

• Jangling anxiety settling, you lean against the door frame. He’s still here, he didn’t abandon you. It’s silly and you know it, to cling to him like he’s a teddy bear keeping the dark things at bay. But as he crosses the yard and kneels, those hands cupped to reach for you, you don’t hesitate. Wanting to be held and to feel safe for as long as he’s willing to put up with you.

• Little hands reach out to him and he curls his servos about you and lifts you. Catching a glimpse of Alex lingering behind you in case you get shaky and need help. Knows Bumblebee is behind him seeing this, but it doesn’t matter as you loop an arm around his servo. Not afraid of being dropped, but just holding onto him so tightly he can feel your little heart beating. “Can I stay here? Just tonight?” You ask and he cradles you to him, because how can he tell you no? He’s dimly aware of Alex saying he’ll get out the air mattress as he straightens with you.

• “Of course, little one.” Like you��re no burden at all to him and it just makes you want to cling even harder as he carries you to the barn and you spot those smaller transformers, the ones Dorothy had called her kids. You’re not really sure what to make of that, but don’t want to pry. Megatron shifts his palm, servos hiding you from their curious stares. “A sleepover alright?” He asks them and your face heats hearing their excitement.

• Venting in amusement when Twitch darts closer, little rotors humming to try and look at you, he finally relents and sits, lowering you and gently encouraging you to sit on his thigh, cupping his hand against your back to support you. And the almost fearful look you shoot him is so sweet before Twitch and the rest of the Terrans descend to start bombarding you with questions. Slowly, he feels you relax. Slowly, you start to smile.

• You’re leaning back against Megatron’s warm servos as you tug up the edge of your shirt to show Twitch your stitches and Jawbreaker covers his optics. You know what they look like, you’d forced yourself to look as soon as you could. Know those scars are permanent, but they just mean you survived as ugly as they are. One of Megatron’s servos rubs against the back of your neck, the touch grounding you.

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I gotta know. Is there a whirl model? You whirl fic made me go digging my local library for the comics. And whirl is very much my fave.

Like. The giblins in my head coming up with stupid impulses, and Whirl instead of ignoring his outright listens to them.

I wanna be whirl.

XD

Also honk honk love your writing

Thanks! Whirl figures? There’s a couple versions floating around, but they’re a bit cursed

Delirium

IDW Whirl x Reader

• “I think we got off on the wrong ped,” he says, watching the human dangling from where he’s got you by the back of your coverings spin when you try to kick him in the face. Again. There’s something admirable about that unfettered level of anger. And the swearing. Like a little him, raging at the world. “It’s like looking in a squishy mirror.”

• Fear and anger tangling inside you, you’re wearing yourself out trying to hit him. But unfortunately your new friend learned his lesson and is holding you up and away from that giant optic. Falling into a sullen silence, you wonder if you can pull a shoe off and nail him in the face before he can dodge. It’s tempting. The shortest of the mechs at what seems to be an alien bar is watching you and your captor with an expression like he wants to intervene. Or maybe it’s more like a bystander gawking at a train wreck.

• “You can call me Whirl and I’ll call you Punchy.” And those eyes narrow, mouth opening and he waves his claws in from of your face to shush you. “Uh uh. How do you feel about small, cramped spaces. Specifically vents, Punchy?” Because his new bestie is just the right size to sneak into Brainstorm’s lab and, more importantly, let him in with all those untested and morally questionable weapons the lunatic has been making. It’s enough to send a shiver through him and warm his spark. He just needs to get around the bit where you get down from the vent to the floor without dying. Maybe some rope?

• Is he serious? Or just completely deranged, because the looks on the faces of the other bar patrons suggest deranged, but they’re still not moving to help you. “If you shove me in a vent, I’ll find a way to crawl under your plating and tear out your soft bits with my teeth,” you threaten not even sure if he has any soft bits, before giving in and lobbing a shoe at his face.

• “Careful, bestie. I might enjoy that,” he says, shifting his grip around your middle and slowly spinning in a circle. Watching your eyes squint shut, jaw clenching. You really are too cute, snarling at him to hide the fear. Just a little him, refusing to give up. Because as surrender is death.

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Why is his shitty ass attitude so attractive im gonna smelt him down and put him in my pocket so I can shake him in my fist at the stars

SENTINEL HALLOWEEN POST!

Happy halloween!

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He's so pretty I hate him:')

He's such a loser :)

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Mother Revel has fed us yet again We are soon for the oven with how plump we are

… y’all worry me sometimes…

It Had To Be You Pt 11

TFO Megatron x Reader

• “Go away,” you mutter when he drapes a blanket across you because you’re shivering again. Does every single thing have to be a fight? Venting raggedly in frustration, his servos curl under into fists and slowly relax. Just so tired of this brokenness between you. Not knowing how to fix it, but wanting to. Because this? It hurts him in ways he hasn’t felt in so long and thought he’d inoculated himself against.

• Part of you wants to cocoon yourself in the blanket, but that’s the same as admitting that you’d needed it. Needed him. So you wad it up and throw it at him even though it doesn’t come close to hitting him. And you wait for the fury that just doesn’t come. Like he can’t even fight you anymore. And it sparks through you kindling your own temper. Because he won’t get angry anymore no matter what you do and this quiet acceptance is so much worse. “You’re cold.” A statement not a question as he just picks up the blanket and offers it again.

• Those angry eyes are cold as ice, empty as they stare up at him. And he could mass displace and pull you close. Knows that indifference will melt the minute he touches you because whatever this is binding you to him isn’t something you can deny and more than he can. While that had been enough at first, when he’d not cared, it just leaves him hollow now. Wanting more than just a willing body under his. So he just keeps trying, reaching out a hand again and again even if you keep striking it away.

• Why won’t he just stop? Why make this even harder for you? Because those tired gestures, those attempts to bridge the distance just make you angrier. Every day it’s a little harder to not care. To pretend you don’t know or care that you’re hurting him just because you can. Taking out the unfairness of the situation on him. And he’s not the only one tired of this. You’re breaking apart day by day.

• Stubbornly holding the blanket out pinched between two servos he waits, and your head lifts your expression crumbling. And he’s mass shifting, reaching for you to pull you into him. Feeling your arms loop around him, clinging. Burying your face against the mesh of his throat and screaming in frustration and despair. And he understands completely. Neither of you asked for this. Gathering you close, he rests his chin on top of your head as you rage against him and fate. Just wanting to start over with you, but unsure if it’s all too broken to mend at this point.

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Even If It Kills Me Pt 2

TF Armada Starscream x Reader

• Primus, help him, because the sound you make when he does finally manage to catch you almost makes him immediately drop you. Screaming your little head off as the Mini-Cons flinch away, chirping and upset by the noise. But as he lifts you to optic level, you give up and fall silent. Those eyes are defiant when they meet his glare head on. “So is this where you crush me like a bug?” You ask, and venting raggedly, he doesn’t know what to make of you. Afraid of him, but so blunt. Almost like you fully expect him to hurt you. Like you’re used to it and resigned that it’s your lot. And staring at that discoloration around your eye, it clicks. He’s seen that on the human kids before. A bruise.

• That uncannily human face is frowning at you, huge servos warm where they’re wrapped around you. But not gripping you so tight you can’t breathe. Not breaking ribs even though he easily could. Which means you might get out of this unscathed, though given your track record, you doubt it. Hope is something for other people. “Humans aren’t supposed to know we’re here,” he says before looking down at the little robot that had wandered up to you first and his servos flex against you. You’re not sure if he can understand the little guy’s beeping, but he suddenly vents hard enough warm air stirs your hair. Laying your palms on his hand, you wonder what he’ll do to keep his existence secret.

• “Will it be quick?” You ask and he freezes, because you’re staring at him, expression oddly blank. And he understands that emptiness, of knowing that pain is coming for you no matter what you do. You took his words and assumed he’d end you to protect himself. No arguing or pleading, just tired acceptance, too broken to resist. Too beaten to even think about fighting.

• Optics narrowing at you, you wait for it to come. Honestly it’s kind of funny, you’d just assumed he would be the one to put in the ground eventually. Never expected this, though. If there’s any justice in the world, your death will still get pinned on him. He can spend the rest of his life sober and caged like an animal. One last act of spiteful rebellion against him. And you are laughing now, crying and coming apart all at once. “Primus,” the monster growls.

• Completely at a loss, he looks down at the Mini-Cons then at the human wheezing and sobbing and laughing like a mad thing in his grip. Much more broken than he’d thought. How much further could Megatron have pushed him until this was him? Cautiously, he runs a servo against your hair. Reaching out to you like the kids had reached out to him. And when you touch his servo with a trembling hand, you’re still crying as you look up at him and he knows he can’t just leave you here even if he wasn’t under orders to not be seen.

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I caved and finally replaced my old Wacom tablet so I can remind myself that no, I cannot in fact draw

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Just here to say your work is amazing and ily for sharing it with all of us💌💌💌

Thank you!

Everything Is Alright Pt 67

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader

• Reaching out for you, Starscream’s spark warms when you lean precariously out of Soundwave’s hand to get to him. And he curls his servos around you and cradles you against the mesh at his throat. Wanting to just hold on and not let go, but knowing he’s been gone too long and will have been missed. Knows there will be repercussions. Feeling your hands on him, he reluctantly hands you back to Soundwave. “Stay safe,” he rasps, running a servo against your cheek and aiming a pointed look at Soundwave.

• Why does your chest hurt so bad that he’s leaving? It’s not forever or even all day, but you want to reach for him and ask him not to go. Because they think you haven’t noticed their tension. Those looks between them and the faint tremor in Starscream’s wings. You've heard him talk about their leader before, his tone a mix of admiration and hatred. Megatron. And dread begins to shift into real fear. "Wait!"

• Servos tightening on you when you pitch yourself forward, a hand outstretched, the fear in your voice and in your mind almost cripple Soundwave. Cupping his other hand over you, he watches the Seeker's jaw clench, optics flicking to you and away before he leaves. They both know he's been missing too long. That Megatron will assume he's been up to something. Plotting. And that he'll respond accordingly. That's why Starscream needs to go to him. To keep Megatron from coming to look for him and discovering you. You’re too fragile to survive the fallout.

• They're protecting you, but it shouldn't have to be at his cost. Shoulder's slumping, you can see him through the gaps in Soundwave's servos as he goes out the door and leaves you behind and there's nothing you can do about it. You're too small to stop him. When Soundwave finally shifts his hand, the fear and worry tangling in you is almost a numbness. Because this is your fault, isn't it. He's going to be punished for not reporting in and that wouldn't have happened if not for you.

• Those chaotic thoughts of yours are getting out of control, a dark tide as he reaches to use a servo to lift your chin. Sensing that you're hurting and afraid. "Not your fault," he says, not at all surprised when you wrap your arms around his servo and start to cry. Not believing him at all. "Some things are worth a little pain."

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OUGH your Waspinator fic is sooooooo everything. I like him a lot- he's not one of my mainstays, but ever since seeing TFA as a kid I've always felt a little protective of him. He needs more nice things

I’m sorry, but not sorry at all. He’s puppy. An ugly, puppy that’s going to chew up everything in the house, but still 🤣

Worker Bee Pt 2

IDW Waspinator x Reader

• It’s the sound of something breaking downstairs that drags you out of sleep, squinting in the dark and trying to decide if the noise has been inside the house or outside. There’s another crash with the sound of breaking glass and an odd scraping. Breath hitching, you lunge for your phone and turn on its light, swinging it and yanking the chord out of the wall and nearly screaming. Because there are glowing purple optics staring back at you. “Waspinator?” How had he gotten into the house? You’d left him out in the barn and locked the door behind you when you went in. But he’s different now, looking like a giant wasp to slip ice into your veins.

• “Lonely.” You’re just staring at him, but not yelling at him to go away. Not hitting him or throwing things. So it’s okay? It must be okay. Small, new friend likes Waspinator. Your nest is soft and it creaks under him when he climbs up with you. He’d mass shifted and transformed to get through the door of your dwelling and to maneuver the narrow hall. And you make a funny noise when something cracks and your nest crashes down with him and you both. Antenna flattening back he waits for the anger, but you just stare at him mouth hanging open. Not hitting him or yelling at all.

• Frozen, you stare at the giant, alien wasp that just broke your bed frame. Because he got lonely. And making a happy, humming noise, he just flops down. On you. Head on your chest knocking the air out of your lungs and you flat back on the bed as he throws an insectile leg across your hips. There’s no going back to sleep with him pinning you, mandibles way too close to your face and he’s making a faint buzzing hum. And you desperately want to shove him away from you, but your heart is racing like a mad thing. Because in this form? You’re suddenly realizing you’re scared to death of wasps. Giant wasps specifically. “Little friend?” He asks, purple optics glowing and too close as his antenna swing forward to brush your hair. Cringing, you just nod, because you can’t argue with him when those sharp mandibles are right there.

• “Yeah, sure. Friends,” you tell him, head turning away from his exploration with his antenna. Not angry with him. Even reaching to pat him so gently on the head with a soft hand. Accepting him. Relaxing against your warmth, he tries to figure out if anyone has ever touched him gently before. Everyone always pushes him away, hurts him, but his little soft friend likes him. No one’s ever liked Waspinator.

• Trapped under him, you stare at the shadowy ceiling as your heart beat slows to normal because he’s not doing anything but making it hard to breathe with his weight sprawled across you. He’s not trying to tear you apart with those awful mandibles, just cuddling against you like a big puppy. A terrifyingly ugly, alien puppy. He’d said he was lonely then asked if you were his friend. Staying on his good side definitely sounds like a plan and besides, that little ‘lonely,’ had sounded so broken.

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Writer please take time but when your up for eat I'm eating up rumble, skyfire, thundercracker and soundwave love to see more when ur up for it ♥

Bad Idea Pt 10

TFP Soundwave x Reader

• Head back against his berth, his tendrils slide against the sides, coiling restlessly. Because you’re moving against him in your sleep again. You’re sprawled against the mesh of his throat at the moment, your face and one arm right under his chin so he can feel your warm breath on him. Can’t move you without waking you and he’s reluctant to disturb you as you make a low noise and shift again. He’d figured out pretty quickly that you squirm about in your sleep and that he needed to pin you with his servos. Once he’d even come out of recharge to find you somehow sleeping on his visor. But as your mouth brushes his mesh, his tendrils curl up.

• “Five more minutes,” you groan as you’re woken to Soundwave hooking a tendril around you and dragging you from your warm spot. “Soundwave.” You’re not above whining, because surely it’s not time to get up yet. But then he’s hauling you up in that tendril to dangle over his visor. “Come on,” you protest, arms trapped at your sides before he reaches up the other tendril, a grasper gently tapping your nose. More affectionate than a reprimand, then he lifts his head enough to brush his visor against your cheek.

• Even though you’re huffing at him, there’s no real annoyance in your mind that he can detect. Just a sleepy affection as he sits up and slides off his berth with you still trapped in the coil of a tendril, little legs kicking when he turns you upside down. Now you’re wide awake, squealing his name and Lazerbeak lifts his head, armor panels flaring in irritation. Disgusted with both of you. Pretending to forget he has you, he drifts about the room looking for his data pad, listening as you start laughing at him.

• All the blood’s going to your head as he very slowly swings you around, long arms reaching to open drawers and dig around. “Okay, okay. I’m awake!” That head turns to look at you, tilting slightly as he pulls you to him to gently bump his visor against you like he always does and you manage to brush a kiss against him instead, still laughing. Warmth spreading through you as he presses you to the warm mesh of his neck. There’s an odd sense of disappointment when he finally lowers you back to his berth. You know he’s leaving you for the day and that he has things to do. “Stay?” You ask, head tipping back to look at his face even though you know he won’t. He can’t.

• Don’t you know how badly he’d like to? Laying his hands on the berth on either side of you, he leans down until his visor is almost touching you. Trying to figure out how to tell you what he wants to without a voice. Instead you reach up to touch him and press another soft kiss against him. “Just come back soon, okay?” Always, little one. That warmth that is you slips into his spark, even more dangerous than the chaos of your thoughts because it can unravel him so easily.

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I'm always a sucker for heat-seeking cuddling and love how you take advantage of that in your writing- I'm curious though, around what temp do you imagine the various transformers keep their quarters at? It'd be hilarious for one of them to come back to their human in a puffy winter coat

I think it’d vary on temperatures. Outliers and bigger bots would probably run hotter than the average bot would and would keep their hab suites cooler. I’d guess probably lower 50s upper 40s. Cold enough to make a human pretty miserable if they’re not used to it.

Where I Belong Pt 8

Bluestreak x Reader

• Sock feet sliding slightly as you pad across his berth, you make a circuit with your blanket wrapped around you and trailing behind. You’d raided the pile of clothing Bluestreak had provided you. There was no rhyme or reason to what he’d given you. Some of it women’s and some men’s. With how cold the Ark is, there’s not much point in being picky, so you’d layered on whatever fit and had even pulled on an extra pair of mismatched socks to wear as ugly mittens. You look ridiculous, but you’re warmer at least.

• Door wing clipping a wall, Bluestreak grunts and leans harder into Smokescreen as the other mech helps him to get to his quarters. “You sure you don’t need to go to medbay, pal?” Smokescreen mutters as Bluestreak fumbles to get the door open one handed. Knows Smokescreen is probably right, but he wants to see you. Needs to. You’re there on his berth when Smokescreen helps him across the floor to you. “Scoot, tiny,” Smokescreen says as he hoists him up on the berth.

• Heart racing, you dart to the end of the berth and out of the way as a bot you don’t know, but that looks uncannily like him, helps Bluestreak lay back on his berth. He’s obviously beat up and tension claws at you. “What happened? Why isn’t he in Medbay?” You demand as you place your hands on his shoulder and boost yourself up enough to inventory the damage. Not as bad as when you’d first met him, but still.

• “I’m fine,” Bluestreak mumbles, head turning to find you as you lay a little palm on his cheek and then glare up at Smokescreen. “It looks worse than it is.” And he already feels better now that’s he back where he belongs. “Thanks, Smokescreen.” Just wants to rest and let his self healing kick in, drag you up onto his chassis and hold you until the anxiety recedes. Because you’re all he needs.

• And the other one is turning away to leave, just tossing up a hand. Leaving Bluestreak hurt. Temper flaring, you storm to the edge of the berth, running around Blue’s head. “You come back here!” You snarl and the much bigger bot actually flinches and looks down at you in surprise as you slide and nearly fall. Pointing a finger at him as you run with it before he realizes that no, he doesn’t have to actually listen to you. Because Bluestreak not taking care of himself isn’t okay. “He’s going to Medbay right now.” And even though you’re tiny enough they can pick you up and carry you like a kitten, both bots wilt slightly. The stranger’s door wings drooping as he listens, walking back over to help Bluestreak up and pointedly avoiding your glower.

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ok I have to say that I've been in the Transformers fandom for about a month now

Now I finished watching the last episode of the third season, and only there I noticed that Ratchet says “yap yap yap” and I REMEMBERED THE SONG -

oh, and now I’m on the KOBD team, I love these husbands ;)

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These Helm crests in tfone are wild , if you know what I'm talking about.

ESPECIALLY Sentinel's