#IDW metroplex

[revelboo]

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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[42-3e]

Unfinished metroplex.

[novafire-is-thinking]

“Wind-voice! Welcome!”

🥺❤️

[tiny-tf-faces]

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 :))

[somerandomcockroach]

[mouseycometz]

I think that we do not appreciate their relationship enough.

[ittybittyfuck]

Metroplex <3

[ratsypatsy]

Can someone please join me to make more content of them? I can't carry this ship alone (ToT) Anyways, MetroWind yippieee

[ghost-spark-odyssey]

[cowerandprey]

Metroplex and Devastator inspired by @keferon 's snowbots au!! Plus a little Magnus

[revelboo]

An idea for the Metroplex x reader fics in the long term, it’d be interesting to consider the reader finding a way to merge with him sometime down the line! It might be difficult to explain with a human reader, but a little plot convenience never hurt anyone.

If you haven’t read the Windblade comics, merging is where a regular cybertronian connects with a titan, sharing one mind and also having access to their entire frame. It’s cool stuff. When Windblade does it, she does see a vision of Metroplex (relatively regular sized) holding out his hand to her.

I’ve been thinking about titans a lot and I think while merged Metroplex would be able to feel as if he’s being held like a normal bot, even if that’s not really happening. I ramble on. The Windblade comics are so good I recommend them to everyone, that is my message. Thank you for delivering us top tier fics with lightning speed 🫡

Looks they’ve pulled the IDW TF comics from Kindle aside from what I already own. I need to track down a copy of the Windblade series and drag the bulk of my physical comics out to reread.

I Can Feel You Pt 5

Metroplex x Reader

• It’s a slow process. One word at a time. Repeating yourself until he slowly, painstakingly responds. Simple things since that’s all you’re really capable of with the limited phrases in the educational files, writing a question and repeating it out loud for the massive Autobot. Then quickly copying down his response to try and translate it. You spend all night that way, stretched out on the floor, the aching in your back and shoulders distant as you focus on Metroplex. On talking to him, needing to let him know you see him. He’s not alone or forgotten.

• Centering himself with the feel of your heartbeat, he watches over you as you sleep, cheek on your outstretched arm where you’d fallen asleep waiting on him to form a response as day broke. All night speaking to him, that knowledge spreads warm through his spark even as exhaustion drags at him. Making such small things, detailed things, so difficult, sapping his energy and ability to focus. But to be able to talk to you, it’s worth it. Do you understand how much the effort means to him? That you’d tried at all when no one else bothers?

• It’s mid afternoon when you wake up, body aching from laying on the hard floor. Pushing yourself upright, you lean back against your berth. Reluctantly pulling yourself to your feet, your sleepy mind almost doesn’t notice the dark rectangle of missing floor in a corner. Moving closer, you peer into the darkness below, seeing stairs winding down and as you look, biolights flare, running like circuitry in the walls. Did he want you to go down there? He must, but your nerves jangle as you lay a hand against the wall, faintly uneasy at the claustrophobic space and darkness. He can’t know how much you hate small spaces, but he’s reaching out again. You can’t just ignore him. “Okay,” you whisper, skin prickling as you start down the stairs. Realizing he’s leading you into his massive frame and unsure how you feel about that.

• Your palm slides along him as you move slowly down the stairs and he can feel you trembling faintly. Afraid? Why now? Flaring biolights for you as you keep going, he’s aware of the way you keep looking up toward the rectangle of light, of the way your breathing is becoming less steady. Trusting him enough to keep going, though. But so silent. He’s so used to you talking to him constantly that he’s very aware that you’re not talking. Just a little further, though. Deeper inside the labyrinth of his frame. He’s not even sure if this will work, but wants to try. Needs to know.

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[witchofthesouls]

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.

[teaandmilk101]

i think more titans should be hauntingly beuatiful.

He is the city. The land you live off, the walls that keep you safe, he is home. Every move taken, path discovered, and secret heard and kept within a truely unfathomable processer. You should feel watched in his domain, for it is his skin you walk on, his innards you reside in, his depths you explore, and you should know it. If you stand in the right pipe you can hear his heart pumping, if you stand on the right patch of metal you should feel the rise and fall of his breath. If you care to pay attention, the world is alight with the hum of his machinery, his pistons, his wires, his spirit.

But you live under the shadow of a giant. Never forget he is one of destruction, that he could shift and strech and move beneath your feet to take up the mantel of violence again. He could blot out the sun with the terror he raizes, and you know he would do it to keep you safe.

He exists for you, he has been here for you, and when you lay down in one of his thousands of homes, in his thousands of arms, know that he is there. Know that he loves you.

[hasbr0mniverse]

IDW Tales Of The Hasbroverse! Vigilem and Metroplex By Sara Pitre-Dorocher

[tiny-tf-faces]

[askvectorprime]

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.