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Imagine the Decepticon's with a human Vtuber S/o who is a live streamer who streams video games whilst hiding her real face behind a robot mecha girl avatar who she created by herself in blender and rendered it

Maybe the Decepticon's thought her "avatar" was a real Autobot or some shit so they kidnapped her before they realized it was just a human using an animated 3d avatar with face tracking and full body tracking equipment, and She love's to fuck around with unreal engine.

(Also her streams are a bit like CodeMiko's stream where she has these bits dono features where if you donate a certain amount of bits her avatar gets punched, or she explodes in a fart explosion. yk that type of shit.)

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Whenever You Need Somebody (March x Farmer)

(This wasn't showing in the tags when I first posted this so I'm reposting it... FOR THE THIRD GOD DAMN TIME)

Kaltain, the new farmer that arrived the previous season, has been running around ragged for as long as the residents have known her. Elsie and Juniper decide to pry into who Kallie might pursue. Also, mild implied Ryis x Farmer.

Warnings: March challenges the farmer to a fight, March being a tsundere as per usual, mild vulgar language

Word Count: 1,044

A/N: Ah yes, my first fanfic for Fields of Mistria. Surprisingly, doesn't include any form of endometriosis! Also I accidentally wrote this in 3rd person and not 2nd person, so the farmer is less of a reader insert and more of her own character this time 'round. Enjoy :3

Ever since Kaltain moved to Mistria, she has been busy every single day. Tending to crops, contributing to the museum, mining, and so many other things that many of the townsfolk wonder how she is able to get everything done within all days she's lived in the town.

"Kallie's such a busybody, isn't she?" Juniper swirled her glass, looking over at the periwinkle-haired farmer. She was discussing something with Olric, who was holding a dagger in his hands.

Elsie nodded, "I've never seen her talk to people that often either," she looked to where Juniper was observing the farmer and Olric, "is she secretly seeing someone?"

Hemlock chuckled from the counter, "Talking about her again?"

Juniper took a sip of her wine, "What's wrong with that? Kallie's quite the enigma, we're just trying to figure things out. Elsie, you're the love expert, why don't you try asking Kallie if she has anyone in mind?"

Elsie smiled, getting up from her seat at the bar to walk over to the farmer and blacksmith. When she tapped Kallie's shoulder, the young woman stopped talking to Olric and turned to Elsie. "Oh, is there anything you need, Miss Elsie?"

"Just call me Elsie, you don't need to be so formal. I saw that blade in Olric's hands, those gemstones inside have such luster! Tell me, how did you get your hands on such a thing?"

Kallie grabbed the dagger from Olric, cautiously showing the gem-studded hilt. "This? Something I was gifted back in my adventuring days. It's an ornamental dagger given to me by some noble I guarded on a route one time. I don't know much about it, so I wanted to ask Olric if he had an inkling of what it's made of."

Olric rubbed the back of his neck, "I've never seen anything like this before. If this was something March made, I would've recognized it. However, all I can tell is that the gemstone over here is Rhondite," he pointed to the center red gem, "and the ones next to it are moonstone! The blade seems to be made with silver, but that's all I could figure out."

Elsie hummed, "That's quite a beautiful thing, and so are those gems! Anyway, I have a question for our dear Kallie, if you have the time."

"Go ahead." Kallie sheathed the dagger before putting it in her bag.

Elsie placed a hand on Kallie's shoulder, "Have you ever been in love before?" The question baffled the farmer, as it was something she never considered. She often kept herself busy enough that love wasn't something actively on her mind.

"I'm no stranger to it, why do you ask?" Kallie raised a brow at the question. Is Elsie plotting something? Trying to play matchmaker?

"Oh, no real reason. Well, I lied," Elsie smiled, "the Shooting Star Festival is in a little more than a week, and I wanted to see if you have anyone in mind to watch the stars with."

Kallie groaned, "You should know my rules by now, I'm not going to romantically pursue anyone until most of the damage from the earthquake is taken care of."

Juniper cackled, "So do all of us here. I know what you're thinking with that, you're thinking of making a full commitment to a partner when you're able to have the time to pursue them."

Taking a sip of her wine, Juniper continued, "You spend a lot of time with March and Ryis. They're both quite strong, I'm sure at least one of them is interested in you."

Kallie growled, "I don't plan on dating someone right now unless they can defeat me in a fight."

"A fight, eh?" And the grumpy blacksmith is here, and so is Ryis. Ryis waved at Kallie with a smile, walking up to her.

"I doubt you'd get that from any other guy than March, if we're going to be honest here." Ryis chuckled, fully knowing of Kallie's notorious reputation back at the Capital. He chose not to tell anyone else, since Kallie likely wanted to put her old life behind her.

March walked up to Kallie as well, "Just to tell you how I'm feeling, I'd fight you even if it was for any other reason. Something for you to understand. I've gotten quite strong over the years, I can take you on."

"You're never gonna give up on trying to be better than me, aren't you?" Kallie's mouth curled into a shit-eating grin, "Well, I hope I don't let you down by saying that adventurers are better combatants than blacksmiths. I'm not letting you run around thinking you're so smug about thinking you can take me on, then desert me when you realize that you're over your head."

Hemlock shouted from the bar, "Don't start fighting in the Inn, you two!"

"NOT PLANNING TO!"

Kallie stretched her arms above her head, shoulders popping and neck cracking. She was done here, and needed to go back to the farm to go take care of things. "I'm gonna take my leave now. Olric," she patted Olric's shoulder, "thanks for helping me identify the materials of the dagger. Sorry to say goodbye and desert the place, but I have to do stuff at the farm now. See you later!"

With that, she speedwalked to the door, leaving the Inn to go to the farm. March looked over at Juniper and Elsie, who were giving him knowing looks.

"What are you two plotting?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"Oh, nothing!" Elsie waved her hand, "We were just thinking of who Kallie would be with for her first Shooting Star Festival. I think she matches your energy quite nicely, March. Maybe she'll ask you?"

Ryis shook his head, "After all that? She's never been interested in dating anyway. Told me several times."

Juniper smirked, "And how do you that?"

"Oh, just something that came up once." Ryis answered, a bead of sweat on the side of his forehead. There's another reason, but that isn't anyone's business but Kallie, him, and March.

Eventually, the Inn went back to its usual chatter, the earlier conversations easily forgotten. The people of Mistria will eventually find out who Kallie ends up dating anyway. For now though, they won't know.

That's right y'all, this fic was simply an elaborate rickroll. Why did I do this? I was tempted while streaming to do this. Why this fandom specifically? Blame the clown man.

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From bsky but this is relevant always and forever

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"should we tell authors on ao3 when we have discord conversations about their fics" i don't speak for everyone here but if y'all ever find a group chat discussing my fics you can should must and WILL send me screenshots of the whole damn thing. inflate my ego. gimme

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Howdy y'all, I'm writing my original story live on Twitch! The second chapter of the prologue is what I'll be writing on stream, then I'll probably do some Webfishing later. Link is in the image if it works, but if it doesn't, go to here.

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I already have 6 pages on the winning option so GUESS I BETTER WORK ON IT 💥💥

So, I've been lacking in some of my Transformers fics in terms of writing them. Because of that, I'm making a poll for what I should write next. Some of these have some progress in them, and others aren't written yet.

EXPLAINATION FOR POLL OPTIONS!

Mercenary!Reader Part 3/A Body So Stubborn: Part 3 of A Vessel, A Stranger, An Experiment and A Question, A Scar-Covered Body, A Sister? Ailith spending time with the mechs of the Lost Light.

Explaining an Organic Phenomena Pt. 2: Likely has another name, likely involves Buddy (Seraphina Frost) explaining her endometriosis to Smokescreen and the others.

An Exolinguist and the Scavengers: A side story to Ailith's story involving her twin Makayla and the chaos she experiences with them as she tries to find Ailith.

A Council of Ducks, Plushies, and a Cassette?: Sequel to the fic I wrote with a title parodying a TikTok POV video. Involves rubber duck debugging.

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So, I've been lacking in some of my Transformers fics in terms of writing them. Because of that, I'm making a poll for what I should write next. Some of these have some progress in them, and others aren't written yet.

EXPLAINATION FOR POLL OPTIONS!

Mercenary!Reader Part 3/A Body So Stubborn: Part 3 of A Vessel, A Stranger, An Experiment and A Question, A Scar-Covered Body, A Sister? Ailith spending time with the mechs of the Lost Light.

Explaining an Organic Phenomena Pt. 2: Likely has another name, likely involves Buddy (Seraphina Frost) explaining her endometriosis to Smokescreen and the others.

An Exolinguist and the Scavengers: A side story to Ailith's story involving her twin Makayla and the chaos she experiences with them as she tries to find Ailith.

A Council of Ducks, Plushies, and a Cassette?: Sequel to the fic I wrote with a title parodying a TikTok POV video. Involves rubber duck debugging.

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I just realized that I need to learn how to draw armor now that I'm really working on Patchouli's Revenge and posting the chapters. I did this to myself.

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Patchouli's Revenge Masterlist + Synopsis

Patchouli's Revenge is a story written by me, SkellyAce. It's about the character Patchouli, who is a minister of the Skuld Church. She was taken in after running away from an abusive home a decade prior, being raised by the clergy of the church. After an incident where a child accidentally watched her use her powers during a wedding at the church, two members of the Linnea Paranormal Investigation Agency arrive to recruit her. Considering this an opportunity to find her long-lost sister, Patchouli accepts.

I ALSO PLAN ON MAKING THIS A GAME BTW... once I learn how to code and do game dev stuff.

The arc names are named after the scientific names of flowers, and these are the actual chapters for the game, but in order to make sure I don't have seven super long chapters I turn them into arcs and have chapters within them.

Please note that the names of chapters may change, and chapters may be added or removed if this ever gets officially published.

Arc 1/Prologue: Lavandula spica

Prologue

To Prevent a Ruined Wedding

A Detective, A Lab Tech, and a Minister

An Interview

Foeniculum vulgare

Blood of the Coven

The Mysterious Notes

A Family Dinner

The Predictable Culprit

Lilium candidum

A Familiar Crimson Shade:

The Laboratory

Disturbing Realizations

A Knight in Blued Armor

Unfinished Resolutions

An Aunt and Her Niblings

Osmanthus fragrans

Bubble Tea and Mooncakes

Sharers of Memories

Festival of Lost Lights

The Citrine Dragon

Hydrangea macrophylla

A Litter of Kittens

Newfound Responsibilities

The Lightborne Roundtable

Dahlia coccinea

Accidentally Confessing to Murder

Realization at Last

The Plot

Pogostemon cablin

A Truth Revealed

Gimle

Collecting Allies

Water of the Womb

Familiar Paths, Different Destinations

The End of a Ruler

A New Part of Life

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Patchouli's Revenge: Lavandula Spica | Prologue

This is an original series that I'm writing and plan on publishing as a light novel (which means I need to draw stuff). I've posted stuff related to this story on this blog before, but this is a full-fledged chapter out of... about 30 more of the story. I'll explain the chapters and synopsis in the masterpost.

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse and neglect, mentions of Sad Beige Moms, Religion

Word Count: 2.4K

The two young girls walked up the quiet road, illuminated only by the light of the crescent moon. The older one, with crimson hair and purple horns on top of her head, held the hand of the younger purple-haired girl whose hair was in a side ponytail cascading off her right shoulder. As they walked up the cobblestone path, they walked up to their destination; a simple building built with bricks colored similarly to the path they just walked upon.

The older girl knocked the brass knocker, shaped like a flower. One. Two. One. A secret code with every drum of the brass hitting ancient wood. Soon, the door opened to a middle-aged woman, smiling at the two girls.

“You must be the little sister Rose was referring to. We prepared a room for you already. It’s plain for now, but there is a desk for you to write and a bookshelf for your journals.” Her voice was warm, like sitting in front of a hearth after an especially cold day outside.

The younger girl tensed her hand around her older sister, tears welling up. “Is Rose staying with me?”

The older girl, Rose, shook her head. “Hey,” she knelt down, turning to her baby sister, “I know how you feel right now. If I could, I’d stay with you, but mother would put together a search party if she found out that I was gone for too long. I’m fifteen, I can handle her abuse.”

The purple-haired girl quivered, “But… she’s still mean. At least she ignores me most of the time.”

“And she shouldn’t. She never addressed any love to you, that’s why I asked the clergy here to take you in. I want you to know what love is, since father can’t be with us.” Rose rebutted, “Lavender, I promise that I will find you again. I don’t expect you to use your current name in the future, I know that once I’m old enough I’m gonna change it. When we meet again, tell me your new name, will you?”

Through choked sobs, Lavender nodded. Rose procured something from her bag, giving it to her sister. Lavender opened it, seeing two bright pink ribbons. Her eyes widened, looking at her sister. “How did you… mother would be mad if you brought something so colorful in her presence.”

Rose put a finger to her lips and winked, “Shhh, it’s a secret. Actually, dad wanted me to give it to you. He asked me to while you were fast asleep.”

Lavender nodded, turning to the clergy member.

“Are you ready, my child? I’ll bring you to your room so you can go to bed.” The sister asked.

Lavender nodded, before hugging her sister one last time, “Thank you… I hope I see you again.”

Rose returned her sister’s embrace, “Me too, sis. Who knows, maybe we’ll see each other in ten years.” After both sisters ended their final embrace, a mouth full of teeth opened up behind Rose. Lavender didn’t freak out at this, she knew that was what Rose’s portals looked like. With a final wave, Rose walked through the portal, which closed its mouth and disappeared once Rose went through.

Readjusting her bag, Lavender walked with the clergy member to the annex of where the clergy lived and slept. “I’m Sister Helga,” she introduced herself, “I’m the head of Skuld Church, you could call me a priest.”

“Church?” Lavender tilted her head, “What deity is worshipped here?”

Sister Helga nodded, “We worship Gimle, the god of bonds. Friendship, romantic, familial, marriage, all of that. She also took in orphans, allowing them to use her name as their surname. I hope that you’re alright with using her name as your surname.”

Lavender shrugged, “That’s fine, but I want to pick a new name for myself. I don’t have a problem with the name itself, but my mom’s the one who chose it and… I’m sure Primrose told you how my mother is already, Sister Helga.”

“That’s perfectly alright with me. Ah, we’re here.” Sister Helga stopped at a door, with an empty namecard in front of it. The door had flowers painted on it that Lavender did not recognize.

Helga opened the door, leading Lavender to a quaint room. There was a full-sized bed in one corner, with simple midnight blue blankets and periwinkle bedding. Lavender was relieved at the absence of beige. The furniture was wooden in a rich mohagony, with a bookshelf with a cabinet on one side next to a desk facing the window. The pink curtains were closed, but the faint moonlight from the outside shone in through the blackout.

Sister Helga glanced at the young girl, “Glad that there’s no beige in sight, huh? Your sister told me. Our god always loved vibraint jewel and pastel tones, so we didn’t have to change anything here. We also got clothes for you, you can change into some sleepwear and go rest. I’ll introduce you to the rest of the clergy once you’re rested.”

Lavender nodded, placing her bag gently upon the desk. Once Sister Helga closed the door, Lavender changed out of her beige ensemble and into the black pajama shirt and pants that were neatly folded on the bed. After taking off the beige ribbon on her hair, Lavender laid down on the bed.

She is finally free of her mother. Is a place of worship ideal for a little girl to live? It isn’t, but Lavender is glad that she is away from her mother’s suffocating presence at last.

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When Lavender gets up, the sun is shining through the gap in the curtains. Next to her bag, some clothes are neatly folded with a note on top of them. She hops off the bed and reads the note.

Welcome to our clergy, young one. The sisters of the church can’t wait to meet you! These clothes are hand-me-downs from both members of the clergy and people who attend the church. We also bought you a few packs of fresh underwear. They’ve been washed and are in the drawers of the dresser next to your bed. Sister Agnes and I are going to take you around the church today. There are no services to do, so don’t worry. ~Sister Helga.

After reading the note, Lavender set it aside and looked at the clothes. They were mostly black dresses and other black pieces of clothing, like leggings. After putting some of them away in the dresser, Lavender grabbed the clothing she wanted to wear and put it on. It was a simple ensemble, a long-sleeved black dress that went past her knees and black leggings. She didn’t have any other pairs of shoes, likely since they didn’t want to accidentally give her a shoe too big or too small to fit. Guess Lavender has to continue wearing her sad little beige shoes for now. After putting everything on, she placed her pajamas in the hamper before opening the door to her room.

There were several members of the clergy walking around, some talking amongst themselves while cleaning. In the corner of her eye, Lavender noticed Sister Helga talking to a younger clergy member, most likely Sister Agnes. Lavender walked up to the two, who promptly greeted her.

“You’re the one we took in last night, correct?” The younger of the two asked, “I’m Sister Agnes, I hope you’re alright with me accompanying you and Sister Helga to show you around?”

Lavender nodded, “I don’t mind.”

Sister Agnes clapped her hands together, “Alright! Where would you like to go first, the patchouli fields, the church itself, or the kitchen?”

Lavender thought for a moment. Her mother never allowed flowers anywhere near her mansion, and the kitchen was one of the few places Lavender wasn’t allowed since she could cause an accident. “Can I go to the patchouli fields?” she asked.

“Yes, we can. Come with us, we’ll take you there.” Sister Helga offered her hand to Lavender, who took her hand. The three of them walked outside the annex, and to the fields of purple flowers.

There were little stone paths around the fields, and the gentle breeze wafted the earthy scent to Lavender’s nostrils. It felt pleasant and familiar at the same time. Why was it familiar to her?

“I want to go by the name of the flowers here. What were they called again?” Lavender asked the sisters. Helga looked shocked for a moment, with Agnes equally as so.

“They’re called patchouli. I assume you want to be called Patchouli, correct?” Sister Helga asked.

Lavender, no, Patchouli, answered, “Yes. I would like to be called Patchouli, if that’s okay.”

The two sisters nodded, “Alright then,” Agnes said, “we’ll file you in as Patchouli Gimle in the documents.”

Patchouli nodded. Being referred to as a name that isn’t the one her mother gave her at birth made her feel happy. She could get used to this name with time.

Sitting down next to the field, Patchouli reminisced about her life so far. She only lived ten years so far, but those ten years were filled with neglect from those who were meant to love her. This was the first time a person of authority treated her like a person, and not just a ghost. The only person who actively paid attention to her was Primrose, and now Patchouli has no clue when she will get to meet her older sister again. Given their five-year age gap, and how Patchouli was treated by the rest of her family, one would expect Primrose to also ignore her little sister. Primrose knew better than that, having had more time spent with their loving father before his exile. She doted on Patchouli in private, and was the only one that truly cared for her in that forsaken mansion.

“You look like you’re about to cry, are you alright?” Agnes knelt down next to Patchouli, reaching out a hand to rub her back. The sensation made tears flow from her eyes, as silent tears flown down her cheeks. Agnes grabbed a hankerchief, wiping the tears. “You must’ve had a hard live before you came here, didn’t you? Don’t worry, we’re here for you. Cry the tears you need to cry, we have time.”

So Patchouli sobbed, sobbing into the hankerchief that Agnes gave her. She sobbed so hard that snot came out of her nostrils, and she sobbed and sobbed until the tears no longer flowed.

Once she was done with her crying, Patchouli looked up at the two Sisters. “Thank you… thank you both so much.”

“Oh, you poor girl,” Sister Helga embraced the young girl, “you must’ve had such a hard life if something like this is enough to make you cry. Don’t worry, we’ll be here for you.”

After a while, Patchouli got up, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her dress. “I think I’m done here, can we go to the kitchen?”

The two sisters nodded, beckoning Patchouli to follow them back into the church and to the kitchen part of the annex.

When the three arrived, the kitchen was relatively quiet. Nobody was in there other than the two sisters and the young girl. Helga grabbed a cup from the cabinets, filling it with water and giving it to Patchouli. “Here, have some water,” she said, “Don’t worry if you drop it, this is a plastic cup. It won’t shatter on the ground if dropped. If you’re worried about possibly dropping it, then there’s a table over there where you can drink it.” Helga gestured to the small circular table with a few chairs nearby, where Patchouli went to sit down.

Patchouli drank the water from the cup cautiously. Even though she knew it was unlikely for the sisters to get mad at her, she still remembers how her mother exploded at her when she dropped a plate on accident. Hopefully, with time, she won’t be so afraid of dropping glassware, but for now it still scares her even if it’s purple-hued plastic.

After Patchouli finished drinking the water, she went to the sink to put it in, looking at Helga for assistance.

“Do you need help?”

After nodding in confirmation, Helga walked over to show Patchouli how to clean the cup; grabbing dish soap, a brush, how to scrub the cup, rinse it, and put it on the drying rack next to the sink. It was something foreign to Patchouli, given how her mother had servants to clean, but Patchouli enjoyed it. She often spent time with the servants, they pitied her enough to be somewhat kind to her. The time one of them peeled a fruit and gave it to her to scarf down since she seemed hungry is a memory she fondly holds onto. How is she, anyway? Hopefully she didn’t get in trouble with mother because of her.

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It was quite the day for Patchouli. Picking out a new name for herself, experiencing genuine kindness from those who barely knew her, and being around people who gave a care was quite overwhelming. But now, it was time to do something that Patchouli was reluctant to do: burn the clothes she came to the church wearing.

It was the only color she was allowed to wear throughout her childhood, that emotionless beige tone. Patchouli hated it. If her mother could get away with it, her hair and horns would be mutilated into those depressing hues too. The sisters of the church were willing to help her burn the clothes, as they had a bonfire on the church grounds.

Placing the folded dress upon the charred wood, Patchouli waited for Sister Agnes to cast the spell. The spell that would set the clothes aflame. Stepping a few paces back as to not get burned, she waited in anticipation of what would occur.

“Are you sure about this, Patchouli?” Agnes asked. With a nod of assurance, she extended her right hand to cast the spell. With no words said, a rune showed up above the beige dress, and soon it was covered in flame.

Patchouli could only look at the clothes in contempt. Burning those clothes meant that her mother no longer had control over her, and that Patchouli could have a life that wasn’t controlled by her tyrrany. No more Lavender. Lavender died long ago. Now, she is Patchouli Gimle.

(Want to watch me write more of this story? Follow me on Twitch, if I don't have an appointment I write things on Wednesdays starting at 13:00 EST/GMT-5)

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Behold, all of the IDW1 Transformers themed plush assets I have made so far. Acquire the boys on my ko-fi.

Ultra Magnus will be plushified later, I'm drawing him later today after I sleep.

Ignore that I forgot to add Wing because idk if I have him saved as a png or not

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Looking at this made me realize how far my OC Subiector evolved, because now she's a workaholic medic with robot narcolepsy and a wolf alt mode.

I'm fond of Fort Max being a girldad tho, I might do something with that idea.

Uhhh weird idea warning for pregnant robot. This is mostly just chaos.

So, I've had this idea since going to bed. The jist of it is that the members of the Lost Light end up finding a Decepticon facility where a peculiar Cybertronian is being held. Despite being forged during the war, they've been kept secret the whole time.

Basically, the Cybertronian has the ability to forge protoforms by constantly producing living metal, and most of her midsection is a gestation tank where the protoforms are created. Given how she's a minibot the size of Tailgate, it makes it even stranger. The genetic code of a "sire" is required for these protoforms to take shape. Along with that, she can't go into alt-mode during the forging of a protoform.

She is known only as The Forge, and the people at the facility have been using her for about half the war, and even after it ends to create Decepticon soldiers. Usually, with the code of either other valuable Decepticons or of captive Autobots of high interest. Most of the sires don't know about this either.

The Forge is usually able to pop out a protoform within a few months. However, when she is discovered by members of the Lost Light, she's been forging a protoform for years. This is because the protoform in question is pretty dang massive, and since she's, y'know, a mini, it takes her a while to forge a protoform that big.

When she is discovered, the presence of the protoform in her is very quickly noted. After being brought to Ratchet, he has to physically remove the protoform himself with First Aid's help. Very peculiar experience for them, but not for her. The protoforms tend to get stuck sometimes and can't be removed the usual way, so one of the people in the facility modified the gestation tank so that the protoform can be removed directly (basically a robot c-section).

Except it's kinda stuck, hence why the protoform has been in there for so goddamn long. Nobody knew how to remove it without severely damaging The Forge, which the Decepticons kinda needed for repopulating. Ratchet found a way tho.

After the protoform is forcefully evicted, The Forge (I really need to give her a name) is confused when the protoform isn't immediately taken away, and even more so when First Aid offers them to her. The protoforms are usually taken right away, never to be seen again.

When Perceptor is able to read the documents (including a list of sires), everything quickly goes into WTF territory. Drift has to confirm that no, he is not one of the sires. The sires never see The Forge, and as he sometimes guarded her during his Decepticon days.

So, EVENTUALLY, Fort Max appears. And shenanigans ensue because the moment he saw them, he IMMEDIATELY feels protective of the protoform, and he does Not Know Why. It basically goes like this:

Fort Max: I don't know why I feel compelled to protect the protoform.

Perceptor, with a datapad with a list of sires and Fort Max being the most recent one listed: Who knows?

Also, for extra shenanigans, the protoform is also attached to Maximus. Literally reaching out a servo to him once he gets close. Everyone is either losing their mind or confused as fuck. Mostly losing their mind. Perceptor, who has the documents, isn't surprised. From what he could find, in the occasion that the sire interacts with the protoform after fully developed, they feel incredibly protective of them. They don't know that they sired them.

Perceptor ends up taking Ratchet to the side, explaining that The Forge requires a sire's genetic code to help initiate the creation of a protoform, and that the protoform just removed from her has Max's genetic code.

I have no idea what to add next, so I'm just going to post this at the ungodly hour known as 5 in the morning.

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Hewwo Star!

I am a really big fan of that fic you made with Prowl and the reader on their period. I love it quite a lot (and also makes me glad that there's other people in this fandom writing menstruation fics too). Would it be possible for you to do a similar one with Jazz? It can be bullet list HCs if you want :3

HII IM GLAD YOU LIKED THE FIC. I dont see a lot of Period stuff for transformers and since i have one i figured maybe someone else would like this. It's nice to have something to read that you can relate to!! BUT yes i can 1000% write you one for Jazz.(espically since I'm on my period right now)ENJOYYYYY!!!!

Jazz who unlike Prowl understand periods. He understand your mood swings and craving. He refuses to leave you side, servos gently holind you hand as if you were dying in a hospital bed(thats how you explained your pain to him). He'll run in and out of your home looking fo snacks and drinks that you even hinted at liking or wanting. You want a sweet treat, he's got you a sweet treat.

He even makes sure your favorited youtubers are all qued into a playlist so you dont have to move to change the video. If youtube isnt you thing, he will do whatever it takes you make sure you are watching what you want too. If he has to buy another subcrition he will, as long as youre happy and no longer in pain then he will gladly do it.

He'll ask you every two seconds if youre okay, even while you two lay on th couch he'll always make sure your comfortable. If you dont wanna be touched he'll sit next to you and maybe even lock pinkies with you. He knows that sometimes you just want to be near him but not touched or bothered.

Send him to the store and he'll come back with more than you need. You'll have the item you asked for, he'll bring you a stuffed animal or a cute little lego set, along with your favorite candy and even a book if you're a reader.

He give you a kiss on the top of your head before he leaves the room or gets up. he'll pull your blanket up farther if you fall asleep and he as to leave. He'll squeeze your hand when he wants to say "I love you" but doesnt want to actually talk.

He knows that this is one of your more vulnerable times, so he take extreme pride in taking care of you when youre like this.

He makes sure that he comes home to you immeadately after work or a meeting. Just so he can see the smile that graces your pale and sucken in face. Its like a reward.