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Can I ask for more Metroplex x reader? I find it so cute
I Can Feel You Pt 2
Metroplex x Reader
• Electric through him, the feel of that little hand surfing along a wall, grounds him. Helps him focus on the present instead of getting lost in the past. On you, the smallest of his wards as you tell him about Sunstreaker and Sideswipe’s jet judo with a mix of excitement and worry that sinks through him in what might be jealousy. Not that you’re free to leave him when he’s essentially trapped, but that the others can really interact with you. Talk to you instead of these one sided conversations that while they mean so much to him, also hurt. You talk to them, joke and laugh and they can answer you. He’s seen you hitch a ride with Trailbreaker or Hound, watched them lift you up to carry when your smaller legs are tired, and it twists through him, because it’s something he can’t have. Something not meant for him.
• Laughing as the street shifts under your feet and keeps sliding you until you oblige the huge Cybertronian and walk in the direction he’s gently herding you. “Okay, okay,” you murmur with a smile. Metroplex is a bit more active if you’re around, something none of the other Autobots seem to know what to make of. More alert. That has to be a good thing, though. They all make you feel so tiny, but he’s a literal city and still somehow makes you feel seen.
• Little shifts and nudges to get you to go where he wants you. Knows when you see it, because you stop short and he has to slide the sidewalk under you to get you to move again. You look around, before turning your attention to the new building he’s made to a much smaller scale. A place just for you. “Is this for me?” You ask and he slides the door open, inviting you in, tracking as you enter and look around. Having no idea what a human dwelling should look like, he’s fashioned you a space like those he’s made for the Autobots who call him home, but scaled down to you. Little hands touch the berth, sliding over the top of the desk, those touches sparking through him. “You didn’t need to do this, but I love it,” you say, warmth spreading through him. But the truth? This is for him much more than you. Making a place that’s yours so you’ll stay with him longer. Not need to leave. Talk to him so he’s not so lonely, because he’ll take every scrap of your time you’re willing to give him.
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Unfinished metroplex.
#transformers#transformers mtmte#mtmte#transformers idw#idw mtmte#drawing#metroplex#transformers metroplex#idw metroplex#we love the big baby#I’m not finishing this it’s taking too long#maccadam
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“Wind-voice! Welcome!”
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#every time Metroplex greets Windblade by calling her “Wind-voice” my heart melts#idw windblade#wind-voice#idw metroplex#nova reads taao
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Trick or Treat! :D
I love your stuff btw its my daily dose of dopamine
Here, you get my favourite desktop wallpaper
(Aaa thank you! Glad to hear this blog is fulfilling its purpose :))
#tinytf#trick or treat#not a face#just a very very tiny#ironhide#idw ironhide#idw transformers#metroplex#idw metroplex#i have that thing on where every 30 minutes it changes my wallpaper to a random image from a folder#originally the folder was just the downloadable wolfquest wallpaper thingy#but overtime i've added various creatures and fun screenshots to it#maybe one day i can do a full walpaper folder tour#my wallpaper
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One thing about IDW SG I would change is the titan they were fighting over was not Metroplex but Trypticon. Simply because we did not see him in OG SG and I am curious.
Hmm that'd be interesting to see Trypticon in a shattered glass light
#maccadam#transformers#sg trypticon#idw trypticon#sg metroplex#idw metroplex#transformers shattered glass
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#okay I really needed to doodle after the whole day of trying to copy line art that my inner self accepts “ugly” in a way#And I also am pretty sure that somewhere must be mentions about Rodimus meeting Metroplex for the first time again and finding out this is#his home city where he lived and mass sacrificed his own people#maccadam#transformers idw#Ratchet#Rung#Rodimus#Metroplex#I hope I remember it right and his name is Metroplex okay anyway my head is about to snap dead#My soul is fed with so much titans lately pefepfefo#cockroachdoodles
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I think that we do not appreciate their relationship enough.
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Metroplex <3
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Can someone please join me to make more content of them? I can't carry this ship alone (ToT) Anyways, MetroWind yippieee
#transformers#maccadams#maccadam#robots#mecha#transformers g1#windblade#metroplex#autobots#Metrowind#transformers idw#size difference
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#metroplex#metroplex tf#metroplex idw#maccadam#transformers#transformers shitpost#ibuprofen meme#this has probably already been done but w/e lol#also I plan to post my own stuff again....sometime soon I hope#got a lot going on atm RIP
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Oml the cliffhanger on metroplex. Big guy needs more love in his life.
I absolutely love your work on these stories you got cooking here. Each and every one of them have so many characteristics to them. Can't wait for your next work. 🤗💖💖💖
Thank you!
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I Can Feel You Pt 6- extended cut
Metroplex x Reader
Monitoring as you step into the labyrinth that makes up his interior, for a moment you hesitate. Looking back up at the light streaming down from above like you want to go back. He knows he could close that exit to you, force you to continue on. Would you resent him then? If he takes away your choice? Little hands twisting together as you stare up toward that light, he knows he can't take that away from you. Needs you to choose him. And finally you take a shuddering breath and square your shoulders. "Okay," you whisper, eyes wide as you look around. "Okay. Show me, big guy."
Slowly he begins flaring his biolights, feeling the strain of redirecting energy where he needs it to give you direction. It's slow going when you're so small. Turning again and again, following the pulses of light. Trusting him to guide you and occasionally reaching out to brush your fingers against him almost absently. Those little touches helping focus him, because if he's wrong, if he's not careful, he'll burn through too much energy and be forced into recharge again. That unease twists through him as you follow, because he's not sure you'd be able to find your way back out. You're so little, so easy to overlook. How long would it be until the Autobots above miss you? Before you slowly starve to death wandering around inside him? That fear is a living thing, urging him to turn you back around. Let you go.
Just once, though. He wants to speak to you at least once. More than your stilted conversations as precious to him as they are. Wants to feel you reach out and be able to touch you in return. "I didn't realize all this was down here," you whisper, brushing against a cable. "It's like a whole other city." Except its only him here and now you.
You don't complain as he leads you, but as time passes, you are slowing. Shoulder and wrist bumping a wall as you turn a corner. Time is a hard concept for him, but it's different for you. You'd have taken a rest interval by now, right? He's not sure, but as you stumble guilt sets in. Knowing you're exhausted, but you're so close. Please, just a little further. "Metroplex? I think I'm done," you say, leaning your head against him. "Is it much further?"
Pulsing warm light, he waits, and you reluctantly push away from his walls to keep going. Knows you're tired and he's asking much more than he has a right to. But just this once, he wants to wrap his arms around your little frame. Needs you to understand how precious you are to him.
Exhaustion pulls at you as you scrub a hand over your eyes, your head pounding. It feels like you've been walking forever, trusting that there's a reason you're down here. It must be night by now or early morning. There's no way to know down here in his labyrinthine interior. He's seen you eat and must know you'll need to soon. Should already have. You keep your eyes on those warm, comforting lights of his, not on the empty shadows beyond. If not for the low hum of his spark vibrating under your feet, you'd think you were alone. Abandoned. Know you're inside him and there's nothing to fear, but panic is just there under the surface. Screaming at you to turn and run back the way you'd come. That this is a tomb, maybe yours.
And then light, warm and beckoning. Leaving the tunnel you were in to enter an open space limned in warm light along the walls, pulsing slowly as they run upward with a low thrumming you feel in your bones. Breath catching as you tip your head up to find his spark. It's a shocking thing to see, knowing it’s everything. It’s him.His life force pulsing and glowing above you, little arcs of energy trailing through the air around it.
"Metroplex? This is your spark, right?" The part of a Cybertronian they protect and keep hidden, and he's shared his with you. It feels like trespassing on something private as your eyes drop. Like this isn't something meant for you to see.
Directly under it is something almost like a closed metal flower, pulsing with that same energy. And along the ground, his biolights pulse. Slow, deliberate flares that draw you forward. As you approach, that strange structure opens, metal petals unfurling slowly as thick cables unravel from around it. "You wanted me to see this?" You ask, because of course he had. That thing that's not at all a flower is pulsing slowly like his spark, that light almost hypnotic. One of those cables brushes your ankle and twines about it as you approach and reach out. Fingers brushing him and feeling energy arc through you, shattering you.
That contact jolts through you as everything falls away and you’re left in a space limned in the warm pulse of his spark, surrounded by him. You can feel him in a way you never have before as you try to figure out if the space you’re in is small or infinite. And if touching whatever that was just killed you, because it’s so hard to focus here. You feel like you’re drifting and just want to sleep.
So hard to focus. That’s not your thought, is it? It feels like yours, but there’s a faint dissonance. Ground me, little one.
“Metroplex?” You whisper, reaching out and a figure materializes in front of you, bigger than you but not as massive as the Autobots are. Ghostly and insubstantial until his servos touch your fingertips and he solidifies some. You’ve never seen his bot form, but you know this is him. Metroplex. Warmth spilling through you as he offers you a big hand and you lay your palm in his.
“Touch me,” he says, the words a deep rumble, a plea as his servos curl around your hand.
Because he becomes more real where you touch him. Encouraging you to reach for him, hand lifting to cautiously cup his jaw. And his other arm curls around you and draws you near, feeling solid against you. The warmth of him, the thrum of his spark against you all so real. “Hi,” you whisper against him.
“You saw me,” he says, chin on top of your head, that deep voice so grateful it hurts you. Like acknowledging him, speaking to him is unthinkable. “Woke me.”
It breaks you wide open, that wonder in his voice over something so simple. Thinking about how he takes care of you, watches over you, has tried so hard to reach out. “I’m here. I’ve got you,” you whisper, reaching for him, cupping his helm in your hands and pulling him down. Because you understand that loneliness, of being unseen. Knowing you’re so much smaller than even the smallest Autobot, that you’re easy to overlook. To forget. And among them you feel alone, alien and unseen. His mouth is warm when you go up on tiptoes to kiss him. And he rushes into you, tangling what you feel with what he feels.
Knowing that he won’t be able to maintain this for long, but he’d wanted to tell you how much he appreciates you speaking to him so he doesn’t drift away from reality completely. All those little touches, the sound of your voice and your stories, you’ve held him together. Giving him something to focus on. A sense of self after so long.
You can’t separate yourself from him as his mouth slides against yours. Can’t tell if the need and heat are yours or his. But knowing that you see him and that you want to wrap yourself around him, protect him against that fear of being forgotten. Of losing what little of himself is left. Dying alone and forgotten.
Not sure how much of this is real, it feels like it is as he drags you against him. The kiss becoming something desperate, needing to show him he’s still alive. To feel him hold you, touch you. Big servos on your hips, lifting you as you wrap yourself around him. You feel the head of his spike slide against you. Sex and need and fear of being forgotten, left behind, all jangling through you. His thoughts, your thoughts. There’s no separating them as he pulls you down, the hard length of his spike sliding deep to stretch you.
Those big hands on your hips, moving you against him as your mouth brushes the corner of his mouth, hearing him venting raggedly against you. “I see you,” you moan, clinging to him.
“I feel you,” he whispers, against you. “I have you.”
You know it’s true as he keeps moving against you, his spike stroking deep again and again. You’re safe and sheltered here in his arms. He’s been watching over you all along, reaching out but unable to say a word. When he pushes you over that edge and you fist his spike, your climax is a gentle warmth spreading through you. Feeling him rock himself against you, groaning with his own release, helm resting against your forehead as those optics seem to devour you. Because he does see you, he’s seen you all along.
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Metroplex and Devastator inspired by @keferon 's snowbots au!! Plus a little Magnus
#my art#fanart#digital art#transformers#maccadam#metroplex#devastator#ultra Magnus#idw transformers#metrostator#constructicons#prowlstator
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Another stray timeline or fun idea with the Donor Clause Au, but with an uneasy armistice between the Autobots and the Decepticons due to the revival of an intergalactic version of the Olympics/Hunger Games.
The nurse got shanghai’d into it because Cybertron wanted to send the “right message” and Windblade was adamant to send you.
That message was supposed to be “good neighbors” in the hopes of continuing potential trade with nearby galaxies.
What you, a Camien Seekerkin under the tutelage of a Camien Healer that often went into the hostile and wild regions of the planet and off-world expeditions, took it as “root out Quintesson and their allies because we remember and FUCK ‘EM!”
(Windblade knew exactly what she was doing, but she misinterpreted that the rest of them knew. She thought that the ‘cons understood because Nurse was among them for a while. With a Conjunx and bitties to boot!
Even Chromia softens her dislike because she thought that the Cybertronians understood what kind of message they were sending by allowing a potential Healer to participate against such a bloodsport among their historical enemies.)
Everyone is talking about the nobody that got sent in and then talking about how it's a Colonist and not a true native. Of course, mechs shut their mouths when Tarn is in the vicinity.
Tarn's looming over anyone who dares make a comment about your survival chances, and bets are taking place if he's crashing into the tournament.
His temper is getting worse with each day you're not at the finish line and he's staring into the ceiling at night with all the sparklings squirming in his berth because he's getting anxious and hides it under the guise of a 'sleepover.' He's simultaneously freaking out and chilling down because on one hand you have Vos, but on the other hand, it's fucking Vos.
On the final day, there's the D.J.D. in the booth with the brood of six to nine sparklings that are all chirping because look there's tor/ori/riri/mom on the big screen that's blood eagling someone from the opposition with ties to the Quintessons with a skirt made out of assorted alien and cybernetic lifechords and Vos hung across your back.
Meanwhile Tarn is feeling something as he watches you ritually take someone's spinal cord, while the rest of the team are commenting that you've been holding out on them and everyone watches in stunned horror as you march to finish line to empty out all the tokens of the annihilated teams that Quintessa and her allies sponsored.
Surprisingly, there are other planetary systems that hate the Quintessons and/or dislike the Galactic Alliance, and look forward to doing business and building ties with a planet that can go toe-to-toe with both powers.
#transformers#the donor clause au#transformers idw#idw#mtmte#tarn#vos#reader insert#Cybertronian!reader#windblade#chromia#bitlets#sparklings#cybertronian culture#culture clash#cultural misunderstandings#titans#caminus#violence#maccadam#my writing#tarn's a chronic worrier because everyone keeps talking about it#of course you prove him right and wrong because you did come out in one piece but then you disappeared to be cleansed by Windblade#you had to wind down the trance in Metroplex's pools and give him offerings and prayers
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#tinytf#idw transformers#idw megatron#megatron#he seems to be in serious need of eye bleach#tha caption for this one was 'megatron went to return metroplex' thumb to the library'
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IDW Tales Of The Hasbroverse! Vigilem and Metroplex By Sara Pitre-Dorocher
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What happened to Airachnid?
Dear Fateful Fiend,
After Starscream confessed to his myriad crimes as the leader of Cybertron, Airachnid was imprisoned within Metroplex for her complicity. When Starscream was broken out of prison by Devastator, Airachnid's own cell was weakened, and she managed to slip out—however, no sooner had she escaped from Metroplex than the Titan used his space bridge to travel to Earth, and the former Fateweaver was killed as Unicron tore Cybertron apart.
#ask vector prime#transformers#maccadam#idw transformers#airachnid#starscream#metroplex#devastator#space bridges#fateweavers#unicron#ironbloodaika
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