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michaela-o · 4 months ago
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Random things i think Cybertronians would find adorable about humans ~♡
1. Humans getting spooked by random loud noises because humans are naturally very jumpy about loud noises
Imagine:
you're sitting over at Swerve's bar, just chatting, having your drink on the counter Swerve let you sit on, because your makeshift little table and chair are work in progress. Suddenly some bot decides to honk their horn near you which makes you yelp and jump (like cats when they get scared of cucumber) which makes you almost spilling the drink as you were about to take a sip.
The whole bar stops and laughs at you. You just look at the bot who did it with the most unimpressed look ever (ㅍ_ㅍ)
2. Watching you stretch yourself because Cybertroniams aren't as flexible as humans
3. Sleeping
this may sound a bit creepy but from what i saw Cybertroniams sleep very eerily still and almost never move when they're in recharge because they're very vulnerable when doing so. So i think when they have their first sleepover with a human and they happen to fall asleep sooner and they start to either sleep walk or sleep talk (which fun fact, i do a lot ( -᷄ ᎑ -᷅ ) ) the bots would look in utter confusion like- "ya all don't stay still?? How???" I think Cybertronians would also find cute how groggy humans are when they wake up and them needing proper time to load into the world around them. Oh god and wait till they hear about the weird ass dreams humans can have or humans trying to explain déjà vu to a bot💀
(makes me think of Sunder being frustrated bc he wouldn't be able to get into a human's brain😝)
4. Physical Clumsiness
The occasional clumsiness and lack of precision in human movements. I think a lot of bots would find this very amusing to occasionaly watch since Cybertronias are typically more coordinated and precise in their actions. Like imagine bot walking with a human who let's say just woke up earlier to a meeting and are slowly walking around occasionaly hitting themeselves or their arm with a corner of a wall because their sleepy processor didn't calculate the trajectory good enough. I think they would find this rather adorable (๑´>᎑<)
5. Emotional Reactions
Yes i think humans are way more sensitive than Cybertronians are. Human's exaggerated emotional reactions to minor events, like getting overly excited about a sports game or being deeply upset by a small mishap, could be seen as amusingly disproportionate. Like imagine you drop your favourite mug on the floor and it breaks as much as your heart in that moment. You walk around the ship super sad, like a kicked puppy, and the bots can almost feel the sadness dripping off of you so they ask: "Hey uh- you okay?"
And then you proceed to explain that you broke your favourite mug and that you'll never find a mug similar to your favourite one. The bot stares like ಠ_ಠ. Oh so that's the reason? Okay so apparently humans don't pack bond with only random things that are alive but even with things that aren't.
6. The uncanny valley effect
I think bots would find rather fascinating how human brain responds to this phenomenon. Like- the human brain can feel that something is off and can't be fooled. Imagine holoforms in Cybertronians. Like yeah they can look very appealing but only up to a certain point which when that point is reached it tickles that one part of the human brain which tells us "na-a-ah something ain't right"
At one point they wanted to wtiness this in real life so some bots (Percy, Brainstorm) made a set up of holoforms and real looking hologram of humans and waited for you to figure out which unsettles you the most. They were surprised that you were 100% accurate in this and that you were able to tell which one are holoforms and which aren't.
7. Expressions of Wonder
the awe and wonder in the human eyes when we are encountering something new or beautiful, such as a breathtaking landscape or a technological marvel. I think Cybertronians would find this pretty adorable, very innocent and reflective of our curious nature.
8. Human Fragility
I think the most popular one. The general physical fragility of humans, along with our tendency to bandage minor injuries or get flustered over small pains, might be viewed as cutely vulnerable for many Cybertronians.
Feel free to add anything you'd like !!😄🫶🏻🫶🏻
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tom-foolery-incorporated · 23 days ago
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Free Use Human
Lost Light Crew x reader, AFAB gender neutral reader, racially ambiguous, cumdump, stuck in a hole
“Brainstorm?” You called into the empty room hoping the scientist would hear you. You placed your palms flat against the wall behind you as you gave a push to try to dislodge yourself. Your legs dangled uselessly on the other side of the wall with your rear propped up right in the air.
You looked down at the floor maybe 6 feet below you where the teleportation device Brainstorm had made for you dropped. You pushed once again this time kicking your legs to get some kind of momentum but to no avail.
“Brainstorm!” You called louder hoping the scientist would rescue you before anyone found you like this.
“Woah!”
You heard a familiar voice behind you.
“Swerve!” You kicked your feet trying to wiggle out of the wall. “Thank God you’re here! Can you find Brainstorm and tell him where I am? Something went wrong with the teleportation device and-“ You yelped feeling a servo run across your rear. “Swerve!”
“You’re really stuck in there, huh?” He sounded way too pleased. “Like you can’t do anything?” You huffed shaking your head before realizing Swerve couldn’t see you on the other side of the wall. “No, I’m stuck. Can you please get-HEY!” You jerked feeling Swerve fondle your clothed ass. Swerve only laughed a little before giving a taut swipe to your rear.
“Oh man, I know who’d love this!” Swerve laughed rubbing his servo down your thigh. You whined wiggling your hips. “Brainstorm would because he’d want to know-OH!” Once again you were cut off when Swerve dragged his thick digit over your clothed folds.
“You look good like this,” Swerve laughed. He continued rubbing your clothed pussy making you whine and clench your thighs. “I just messaged Rodimus over the comlink,” Swerve said now groping your ass with both of his servos. “Think I can bust one out before he gets here?” He sounded so giddy having you defenseless like this. You only perked your rear up and wiggled your hips for him.
Swerve grabbed onto the waistband of your pants pulling the fabric down over your shoes and discarding the fabric to the floor. The wafting cold air of the ship brought goosebumps to your skin. You squeaked feeling Swerve bring another sharp smack to your ass. “You’re already so wet!” Swerve said excitedly. “Here I was gonna try eating you out to get you prepped but maybe-“ “Swerve, please!” You begged spreading your legs wider. Swerve chuckled before kneeling down in front of your glistening folds and shoving his face into your pussy. He devoured your slick cunt like a man starved. His dermas moving around your clit as his glossa dipped between them to slurp up whatever juices you produced.
“Fuck!” You whined clenching your fist against the wall. You squeezed your eyes shut focusing on the feeling of having Swerve’s face plate buried between your thighs. “Fucking delicious,” Swerve mumbled against your folds. The vibrations of his vocalizer going straight to your clit. “Swerve,” you moaned out trying to push your hips back into his face plate. His large servos wrapped around your hips keeping you still while he continued feasting on your sopping heat.
Swerve pulled away but not before giving your clit a loud obnoxious kiss. “Oh man look at your valve,”Swerve said prodding at your hole with one of his digits. “You’re clenching around nothing here!” Swerve jammed his finger into your pulsing hole feeling around the wet cavern of your vagina.
“Swerve, please!” You called your voice muffled by the wall. Swerve added another digit pushing his metal fingers in and out of your hole. “Think you’re ready for me?” Swerve was practically panting in excitement. How long has he been lusting after the ship’s little human and now he finally has a chance to feel their sweet organic valve around his throbbing spike.
You spread your legs in response trying to make as much room for the minibot as you could. You could hear him shuffling to his feet on the other side of the wall before there was a hiss in the air as Swerve released his modesty panel. His spike sprung to life slapping down atop your ass. The hot metal was a welcome change against your cold skin.
“Primus I can’t believe this is real,” Swerve muttered to himself. He held your hips with his servos, their size basically engulfing you, as he tilted his pelvis back to line his spike up with your hole. Swerve muttered praises as he rubbed his dripping spike against your cunt before pushing in.
“Holy shit!” You heard Rodimus’ voice coming down the hallway. “They really are stuck!”
Swerve gave you a sharp thrust before responding to his captain. “Yeah! They’re super tight too,” he panted trying to find a rhythm with his thrusts. “No way!” Your whole body stiffened when you heard Whirl. “Free use human?”
“Are we all getting a turn with them?” Tailgate’s enthusiasm made you clench around Swerve. The minibot groaned as he set a rough pace slapping his hips into your rear. Your moans bounced with your body as the bartender took what he wanted from your cunt. “Overload in them!” You heard Nautica cheer. You whined squeezing your eyes shut at the feeling of being watched in such a vulnerable position. Swerve’s hips stuttered as he released a flood of transfluid deep into your cunt.
“Okay,” you heard Rodimus start. “As the captain I get dibs after Swerve. From there we can form a line.”
You heard Whirl complain a little but was hushed by Cyclonus. “Actually I think I should get next because my device put them in this position!” Brainstorm called out.
“Is their intake up for grabs?” You heard Rewind ask.
“I don’t see why not,” Rodimus answered. “Why? You and Chromedome going to spear them?” Rodimus laughed at his own comment as your whole body heated up at the idea.
You felt Swerve slowly slide his spike out of you. His transfluid leaked down your pussy and onto your thigh. “Look at that,” you heard Drift say marveling at how Swerve’s overload slunk out of your hole.
“Okay my turn now!” You heard Rodimus call coupled with the sounds of him pushing other bots out of the way.
Ultra Magnus rarely walked this way around the ship but he felt the need to check why he had seen so many bots take this corridor. He hoped that his suspicions of something devious being at play was only a hunch. His thundering footsteps came down the hallway turning around a corner until he came to a full and abrupt stop.
Your rear end stood out of the wall with your legs dangling uselessly. both of your holes leaking transfluid with a puddle of the pink glowing substance laid underneath you. He could hardly believe his optics. Not only did this display break multiple public indecency laws but also violated almost every health code Ultra Magnus could recollect.
You moved your leg a little, bending your knee to keep the limb from falling asleep, and the movement caused a thick glob of transfluid to push out of your pussy and drip into the puddle beneath you. Ultra Magnus covered his mouth as his face flushed blue with energon.
“Human?” His deep voice called.
You giggled in return stretching out your legs causing more transfluid to seep from your pussy and ass. “Ultra Magnus!” You called cheerfully from the other side of the wall. You sounded delirious as if you had been fucked stupid. “Did you want a turn?” You spread your legs pressing the tips of your shoes against the wall so Ultra Magnus could see your sloppy holes.
In all honesty, he did want a turn.
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in1-nutshell · 9 months ago
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Human Buddy taking care of shrunken bots with Brainstorm, Nautica, and Perceptor
SFW, Platonic, Human reader
MTMTE
Brainstorm
It was his fault that he became this tiny. He had been fiddling around with his latest creation when he had this little accident. Good thing Buddy and Nautica were in the lab when he turned tiny.
“Brainstorm? Brainstorm!”--Buddy
“Right here!”--Brainstorm
“Oh, my stars! You’re so tiny!”--Nautica
“I know right!”--Brainstorm
Brainstorm is now roughly the size of a barbie doll. He is ready to discover his world from a new perspective. Granted he didn’t know he would end up being smaller than Buddy, but that’s beside the point.
Perceptor walks in as Brainstorm is trying out his out his altmode in the lab, with a frantic Buddy running across the desk trying to catch him and Nautica trying to get him in the air.
“Weeeeee!”--Brainstorm
“Brainstorm stop flying so fast!”--Nautica
“Nautica get your wrench ready. If you need to hit him, then do it!”--Buddy
“… Do I want to know what happened here?”--Perceptor
Brainstorm is lucky that Perceptor’s morals are in the right place.
At first Brainstorm tries to stay in the lab and help out but Perceptor and Nautica were quick to shut that idea down.
“You are in no position to be helping anyone Brainstorm.”--Nautica
“Well, how else are you two going to fix this? You need my help!”--Brainstorm
“Brainstorm as smart as you are, in your current state you’re as useful as Buddy in a fist fight with Megatron. No offense Buddy.”--Perceptor
“None taken… but just for the recorded I could totally beat him.”--Buddy
“It’s nice to dream isn’t it.”--Brainstorm
“Brainstorm I could literally punt you across the room.”--Buddy
Buddy is now given the job of looking after Brainstorm for the time being. Yeah, Buddy is now a glorified botsitter.
“Let’s head to my habsuite while the others are fixing this whole situation.”--Buddy
“Boring. How about we go to Swerve’s instead. I heard that there was going to be a dance today.”--Brainstorm
“… So, you want to go to an enclosed room of your gigantic companions in your Barbie doll sized body and ‘dance’?”--Buddy
“Well, when you say it like that…”--Brainstorm
“Habsuite.”--Buddy
“Habsuite.”--Brainstorm
Brainstorm also realizes that traveling across the Lost Light in his current size was tiring. First, he tried his jet mode, but after a few minutes he had gotten tired. So, he decided to try just walking. He took one step and Buddy looked like they had sprinted to the other end of the hall.
Buddy taking pity offer to carry him. Brainstorm trying to salvage some of his dignity declined the help… which took him a couple of seconds to ask quietly if the offer was still on the table.
“I can carry you to the room if you want. I know that the walks can get a bit tiring the first time around.”--Buddy
“Oh, no thank you I’m fine just walking here.”--Brainstorm
“Okay then.”--Buddy
Brainstorm sees Buddy walk miles in each step.
“…Maybe I should retract my previous statement.”--Brainstorm
“Come here.”--Buddy
“Wow! Not too fast! Wait is this how you feel every time we pick you up?!”--Brainstorm
“Welcome to my world.”—Buddy
Buddy picks him up with both hands and continues walking to their room.
Brainstorm despite the how he felt being picked up, he wants to try multiple positions of sitting/ standing on Buddy. In the name of science, of course. His two personal choices were shoulder perching and being on top of their head.
“Now I know why you like being up here! It’s fun here!”--Brainstorm
“Brainstorm… your pinching my ears with your pedes.”--Buddy
“Oops! Sorry.”—Brainstorm
After a couple more minutes they finally arrive at the habsuite.
Entering the room, Brainstorm jumps off from Buddy’s and flies around the room before nose diving on their bed.
While Buddy was recovering from their near heart attack Brainstorm is now in love with their pillow.
“These are so fluffy! And that one is firmer than this one. And these ones smell much better than this one. Why do you have so many pillows anyways Buddy? OH! This one looks--”--Brainstorm
Buddy in the meantime was huddling in the corner, hand to their chest trying to calm their little heart.
Buddy soon gets a call from Perceptor. He said that the machine wouldn’t be ready to use until the next day. Buddy thanked him for letting them know and hung up.
“Guess we are having a sleepover then.”--Buddy
“Is it going to be like the ones on the holofilms Swerve and Rewind have?”--Brianstorm
“Kind of?”--Buddy
“Then let’s get this Slumber party started! But first we need some color to this room, it’s almost depressing in here. No offense.”--Brainstorm
“…”--Buddy
As Buddy is getting ready for bed Brainstorm is noting all his findings in a data pad Buddy had in their room. He had taken the liberty to investigate some of the drawers in Buddy’s desk and look for any interesting things.
Brainstorm looking at Buddy’s shimmer body spray.
“What are you?”--Brainstorm
Buddy coming out of the bathroom after hearing a little scream.
“What Happened!?!?”--Buddy
Brainstorm wiping his optics covered in glittery body spray.
“I gave it a pat and it spat at—Oh my is this glitter!?”--Brainstorm
“… Its only one night… Its only one night…”--Buddy
When it was time for Buddy to go to bed Brainstorm flew over and laid down on the pillow. He gets attached to some of the fluffier pillows on Buddy’s bed. Buddy gave him a part of the blanket in case the draft came in the room. He doesn’t know what he loves more, the fluffy blanket or the pillow.
“All right Storm. Good night.”--Buddy
“Aww, it’s too early to be sleeping. This isn’t in the movies.”--Brainstorm
“Brainstorm its 3 in the morning and we have watched an entire season of Bill Nye the Science guy. We are going to sleep.”—Buddy
Buddy found out the hard way that Brainstorm is a very active sleeper. How did they find out? Brainstorm had gotten some joints knotted into Buddy’s hair. After getting ready the two set off to the lab to get Brainstorm back to his normal size.
When Brainstorm returned to his normal size, he kind of mourns his little body. He did like being held by his friend and having that improv sleepover with Buddy.
He is now looking forward to sleepovers with Buddy if he can convince them to do it again.
He misses the pillows.
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Nautica
She was messing around with Brainstorm’s machine. To be fair though, he asked to see if she could spot any problem. But apparently Nautica had activated the machine the same way Brainstorm had last time.
Poof! Tiny Nautica.
It takes a bit to get Brainstorms attention about her current situation. Once Brainstorm does see Nautica he comms in Buddy and Perceptor.
“Brainstorm! Brainstorm!”--Nautica
“Nautica!?”--Brainstorm
“Thank goodness I got your attention. We—”--Nautica
“You’re so tiny!”--Nautica
“Yes, Brainstorm I know that—”--Nautica
“Can you still transform into a tiny sub?”--Brainstorm
“Brainstorm!”--Nautica
“Okay! Okay! I already commed in Percy and Buddy.”--Brainstorm
“Well at least this time we can just get the machine now and use it right now.”--Nautica
“Actually, Perceptor and I are going to need some time to fix the machine to return you to your normal height.”--Brainstorm
“Why? Didn’t we fix it last time?”--Nautica
“Yes, but that was for my height. We would need to adjust it for your height. Even the slightest miscalculations can rip you to shreds.”—Brainstorm
“Why would it do that?!”--Nautica
“I don’t know!”--Brainstorm
“You invented it!”--Nautica
“…Percy what did I walk into?”--Buddy
“My next problem.”--Percy
Perceptor looks like he is about to hit someone, and Buddy is already preparing themselves for the next round of botsitting.
Once outside Nautica tries to walk alongside Buddy but is quick to realize that she isn’t going to last the trip. When Buddy offers to give her a lift, she is ready to accept.
“Hey, I can carry you the rest of the way if you want.”--Buddy
“Yes please. I’d very much appreciate—OH MY STARS!”--Nautica
“Sorry Nautica.”--Buddy
“Don’t apologize. It’s just… I am sorry for picking you so suddenly. I am very sorry.”—Nautica
Nautica likes being cradled the most. But she is also fond of sitting on Buddy’s shoulder. She loves seeing things from Buddy’s level and gains some new respect for Buddy getting around the ship with their now longer legs.
Reaching the habsuite Nautica respectfully stands and watches everything in the room. Everything is so new, and she wants to explore every cervices of the place. But decides to calm down on the exploration part, she was a guest in their room after all.
“This is amazing!”--Nautica
“Really?”--Buddy
“It’s not every day you get to go into a humans room and see their things in such detail!”--Nautica
“Huh. I guess it is then.”--Buddy
“Though maybe some new paint might be needed, it looks a bit depressing.”--Nautica
“…I’m sensing a trend…”--Buddy
Nautica loves Buddy’s mattress and little diffuser in their room. She loves smelling the lavender scent and seeing the little purple light it blinks every now again.
She offers to sleep on the nightstand for the night, but Buddy isn’t having that.
“I don’t want to intrude.”--Nautica
“You’re not intruding anything Nautica. Come on there’s plenty of space on the mattress.”--Buddy
“I don’t know…”--Nautica
“You said that you wanted to see things in a human room, right? What better way to immerse in the experience than sleeping in a bed in an actual sleepover.”--Buddy
“… I guess it would be a once in a lifetime experience.”--Nautica
“I have a purple pillow set near the diffuser.”--Buddy
“Move over please.”--Nautica
In the morning, Nautica is on buddy’s stomach cuddling the fabric of their side. Buddy also finds out that Nautica snores a bit, but it’s a soft snore.
When Nautica gets to her normal size again, she starts setting up a little sleepover between her and Buddy. And if Velocity can come by then she is welcomed.
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Perceptor
Perceptor wants to maim Brainstorm now. Well part of it was his fault. Perceptor was trying to put the machine away for good when he activated the machine.
Poof! Tiny Percy!
He s yelling for Nautica or Brainstorm to come in.
“Nautica! Brainstorm! Come here quick!”--Perceptor
“What is it Perceptor—OH Primus!”--Nautica
“Nautica what’s wrong with—HAHAHAHAHA!”--Brainstorm
“Quit laughing this is serious!”--Perceptor
“It was only a matter of time before the machine got you to Percy! Tiny Perceptor.”--Brainstorm
“When I am back to my normal size, I will shoot your knee joints.”--Perceptor
Brainstorm laughs a bit while Nautica picks him up gently and comms in Buddy. Once they are done with the call, Buddy is seriously wondering if this is going to be a regular occurrence, maybe start charging money if it keeps up.
Perceptor does not want to leave the lab. Buddy has to grab him to get out of the lab while Nautica and Brainstorm put the machine away and work on getting preceptor big again.
“Perceptor let go of the wall!”--Buddy
“I. Am. Not. Leaving.”--Perceptor
“I thought you were the one with the most brain cells Percy. Quit whining its only for a night.”--Buddy
“Brainstorm if you mess up my tools--”-- Perceptor
“Too late Percy.”--Brainstorm
“Brainstorm!”--Perceptor
He is a bit pouty getting out of the lab but like his friends before gets interested in how the world looks for Buddy. He honestly prefers to walk… but sitting on their shoulder is the next best thing. It was an unspoken thing with Buddy now to pick up the bots after a few feet from the lab.
When they arrive at the habsuite, He makes mental note on fixing some of the machinery in Buddy’s room and electrical units.
“Your lamps are flickering.”--Perceptor
“Yeah, been meaning to fix it but it’s not a priority right now.”--Buddy
“… The paint on the walls looks a bit dull—”--Perceptor
“There’s the comment on the wall color.”--Buddy
He takes some interest in the little sound device on Buddy’s nightstand. He takes an interest in some of the soothing noises.
He has already heard the slumber party stories from Brainstorm and Nautica and is ready. He waits for Buddy to get ready before asking about the sleeping arrangements.
“You’re sleeping on the bed.”--Buddy
“Guessed it from the others, left or right side?”--Perceptor
“Take your pick.”—Buddy
He is determined not to bother Buddy in their sleep and takes on a small part of the bed for himself. In the morning, he is slightly cradling Buddy arm. He tries to apologize but Buddy isn’t taking it.
“Again, my apology for last night. I shouldn’t have done that.”--Perceptor
“Percy really its fine.”--Buddy
“Are you sure?”--Perceptor
“You didn’t knot any joints in my hair so we’re good.”—Buddy
Once Preceptor gets big, he is dead set on destroying the machine.
Buddy later that night found a new lamp, a fluffy blanket and new oils for their diffusor.
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ikkosu · 9 months ago
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Houseki no kuni and mtmte spoilers? (x reader fic ideas)
ok,,,one more hnk ramble.
but imagine scientist!phos!reader (personality wise) either a bot or human, trying to save LL crew from not DYING through some time loop
(maybe 3 bots survive from the prior attack, Nautica Percy and BS — who helps w/ the time travel shenanigans but reader is the one going THROUGH them)
ends up going mentally insane overtime because they keep failing, losing their limbs in the process then replacing it with prosthetic
at some point lost their head, too
+ can’t do it, they keep dying from this unknown force (I’ll figure out what later) and smh,
given their demented personality, makes them unlikable in so many ways but they still CARE about the bots enough they just,,,push on until a breaking point
I could go more insane and let the theme of hnk collide by involving primus or sth
throwing hands with god
ouhghh I should really work on the requests but
I am so normal about this
i feel like this would would better on a bot reader
replacing heads and all
so unethical
i love it.
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commander-airachnid · 2 years ago
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I need to go back to making silly edits like this. They're fun.
Anyway. The only reason Brainstorm OR Highbrow have access to the account is because they sat on either side of Nautica at the bar one night and peer pressured her until she gave up the login info. Evil behavior.
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ppnuggie · 2 years ago
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𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙀
  『 mtmte various + gender neutral reader 』
  — gameplay 002
  — second chapter 💪🫡 this one is a bit longer
       — taglist  ::  @astridkolch ,, @i-starcreamed ,, @absolutelysmittensimp ,, @elliethedragon ,, @porkcracker  ,, 
  < one , three , four , five >
you hit the button ,, listening in as rodimus spoke again . the subtitles popped up ,, lighting up with every word he spoke . " lets go then ! i'll introduce you to the crew ." he pointed to himself ,, " firstly ,, i am rodimus prime . the co-captain and original captain of this ship !" he pointed towards one of the mechs beside him . " this is megatron ,, but no need to worry ! he wont hurt you ! and that over there is ultra magnus ,, though hes usually stuck up most the time . dont mind him . next is the rest of the crew ,, come on !" the screen faded out ,, before reappearing in front of a new room .
" this is the medibay ! we have our medics here ,, if you feel unwell theyre your go to !" he winked ,, his servo waving along in the air as he talked . the two of you walked inside ,, taking a glimpse around . there were a few patients in already ,, a few drones flying around and messes on the counters everywhere . must've been quite the busy day .
" here is ratchet ,, our chief medical officer ! he knows the most about you humans so dont be shy to approach him if you don't feel too good . dont worry ,, he doesnt bite !" rodimus had swung his arm around the bot . ratchet groaned ,, pushing rodimus off him . he stood at 7'8 ,, holding his servo out to shake your hand . " its nice to meet you ,, liason (y/n) ." another bot came over ,, datapad in his servo . " this here is first aid ,, he'll soon become the new chief medical officer when im done teaching him ." first aid stood around the same height as rodimus ,, by just an inch shorter .
" hello !" he waved to you before turning to ratchet ,, the two of them walking away and discussing whatever it was they needed to . " that over there ,," rodimus pointed to another bot ,, who was almost exactly 8 foot ,, " is ambulon ! hes also a medic here ." ambulon looked up from the patient he was tending to ,, then looked towards you . he gave a slight smile and wave before going back to work . " that concludes the medibay ,, we'll stop by the lab and see whats going on there ." the screen faded once more before appearing at the lab .
inside were pristine white walls ,, and beakers everywhere . there was a lot of equipment ,, watching where you walked as though it were real and not wanting to trip over any or damage them . a purple bot looked up from her wrench ,, smile on her face when she saw you . " hello ! you must be the new liason . i'm nautica ,, its nice to meet you !" you gave her a small wave ,, before turning to where rodimus was talking to a few other bots . " this here ,," rodimus turned around and began to speak , " is perceptor . hes one of our scientists here . and this is brainstorm ,, hes a weapons engineer ,, dont let him give you anything though ." brainstorm chuckled ,, waving him off .
" dont mind him ,, im quite nice ,, and charming !" brainstorm stood a little taller than rodimus ,, about 7'9 and perceptor looked to be 8'2 . you guessed nautica was about 7'4 ,, as she was the shortest of the group when she stood beside them . " this is nautica ,, shes our quantum mechanic ." rodimus introduced ,, the purple bot raising a servo to her mouth as she laughed a little .
" this is getaway ,, hes not a scientist or engineer ,, hes just loitering around ." rodimus crossed his arms as he gave a harsh look to the bot . getaway stood a little taller than rodimus ,, 7'7 ,, shaking his head at the prime . " it is nice to meet you liason ,," he greeted you . rodimus eyed the two of you before shoving getaway a bit and returning to you . " we'll hit up swerves now ,, and pay a trip rung ." was all he said before the screen faded out and in .
" swerves is a bar on the ship ,, where we all go whenever our shifts are done or whenever in general ." rodimus shrugged ,, walking through the doorway . all around were bots ,, seated and standing ,, leaning against walls and tables as they chatted and slurped at their drinks . they all seem preoccupied ,, not once turning their helms to see who just walked in .
" over there are a few bots ,," rodimus pointed ,, and you both walked over . behind the counter was a tall mech ,, standing at 8'3 and colored with mostly greyish blue metal . " this is bluestreak ,, he helps tend to the bar with swerve ." bluestreak flashed you a wink and a smile as he polished a glass ,, before turning to a bot with an order . " and the minibot right there is swerve . he runs the bar ,," before rodimus could fully introduce the bot he was already rushing over with a wide smile on his face .
" hello ! you must be the new liason ! welcome to swerves !! im ,, uh ,, swerve ,, heh . anyways ,, what can i get ya ? wait ,, nevermind ,, i forgot ,, i dont think i have any human safe drinks for you . im sorry about that ,, ill have to find some for you soon though !" rodimus raised his hand ,, sighing as he stopped the minibot . " thank you for the introduction swerve ,, but we have other bots to meet ." the red minibot shrunk back a bit ,, watching as rodimus turned and looked out on the room .
" hey ,," swerve whispered ,, sliding a paper towards you . " i'm hiring ,, if youre ever free for an extra shift by chance . you can rack up some shanix and stuff ,, yknow ,, if you wanna !" he gave you finger guns before turning to take a bot's order like bluestreak . you took the paper ,, stuffing it away in your inventory . he seemed like a nice guy .
" over here ,, (y/n) ! theres a few bots id like you to meet ." rodimus said before you two walked over to a table . " hey ,," rodimus leaned against the table ,, " (y/n) ,, id like you to meet chromedome and rewind !" said bots waved at you . rewind ,, who you guessed was the shorter of the two ,, started to speak . " well ,, its nice to meet you (y/n) ! im rewind ,, and this is my conjunx chromedome . how are you liking the lost light so far ?" he tilted his head ,, a read glare coming from the side .
" its been great so far ! im excited to start working ,," you answered ,, smiling at the minibot . " thats lovely ,, it'll be nice to work alongside you ." chromedome said . " nice to meet you (y/n) ,," a white minibot raised his servo at you . " i'm tailgate ! you humans are so interesting . this is my first time seeing one ,," he chuckled as he reached over to touch you . you werent able to feel it ,, but it seemed like he was touching your head .
" enough of that tailgate ,," rodimus pushed his servo off you . " this is trailcutter ,," he pointed to another bot . trailcutter raised his servo at you ,, dipping his helm in a 'hello' as he started to take a swig at his drink . " and thats skids ." skids flashed a smile towards you ,, " nice to meet you ." he raised his servo as well . " uh oh ,," tailgate murmured ,, casting his gaze towards the door .
a cyan colored bot ,, standing at around 9'3 ,, walked in and marched right over to the counter . you werent too sure on what he was saying but he didnt sound too pleased . " thats whirl ,, you'd do best to stay away from him ." rodimus said . " hes known for causing trouble everywhere he goes ." the prime sighed . " how about we go see ring now yeah ?" before you could answer the screen faded before reappearing at an office .
the door slid open ,, revealing the inside . it was a calming yellow ,, and in a chair sat an orange bot ,, admiring his little figures . " oh ! rodimus !" his helm perked up upon seeing the prime . " and the liason . hello ,, its nice to meet you . i'm rung ,, the ship's psychiatrist ." he waved at you ,, " if you ever feel the need to talk about your frustrations ,, feel free to book an appointment with me ." he smiled softly . you gave a nod ,, before the screen started to fade once again .
" that concludes it ! here ,," rodimus handed you an item . " its a datapad ,, it has mine ,, mags and megs ,, rungs ,, ratchets comm links . if you ever need help with anything ,, just give us a headsup ! here is your habsuite ,, you dont start work until tomorrow . so make sure youre up by 10 am !" he waved before he left .
the inside of the room was quite plain . a bed ,, some bookshelves and cabinets . a closet for your clothes and a couple of doors that led to other places like a bathroom and kitchen . you pulled out that paper swerve gave you ,, and pondered . should you give it a try ? working at his bar ?
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A Question, A Scar-Covered Body, A Sister?
Part 2 of A Stranger, A Vessel, An Experiment! Read the first part here.
Synopsis: After the incident on the Lost Light, First Aid brings Ailith (canon name of reader characters) to her original destination of the clinic.. However, there was a gift waiting for her when they arrived. Angst galore.
She/Her pronouns are now used when referring to the reader character.
Word Count: 5K
Warnings: SFW, Mentions of blood, mentioned kidnapping, mentions of unethical experimentation, probably some other stuff
(Edit: I forgot to turn some layers back on when I originally saved the image oop- It's fixed now)
Before the story…
It was a broadcast from Earth, of an interview with a black-haired woman. “Miss Makayla MacArthur,” the interviewer asked, “what motivated you to join the Intergalactic Negotiations Program?”
Makayla sighed, “Twenty something years ago, my twin got abducted. They were alien creatures, and they took her. I strongly believe that she’s still alive out there. This is the best opportunity I have to find her.”
The interviewer’s face softened, “I’m sorry that happened to you, Makayla. What will you do when you find her?”
“It depends. Will we realize that we’re sisters when we meet? I’ll try to bring her back to Earth, even if it’s for a brief moment. She doesn’t know about our niece! A family reunion would be in order. We’ll have so much to catch up on.” She put her hands in a steeple.
“Do you have something you plan on giving her?”
“Well…” Makayla sighed, “I plan on giving her a box and a letter. I won’t refer to her by name though.”
“And why is that?”
“Well, it’s been twenty years! I don’t think my sister remembers it, so I don’t want to call her something she won’t recognize.”
The interviewer leaned forward, “What else will be in the box?”
Makayla started counting on her fingers, “A few photos, and clothes. We’re identical twins, so what fits me is probably gonna fit her.”
The interview went on for another twenty minutes, and eventually concluded. The blue-visored Cybertronian finished recording the interview. He had a feeling that this could be relevant.
✩✩✩
“So,” Ultra Magnus looked at Rodimus, “the small object was in fact, a ship. Is that correct?”
Rodimus nodded, “And it had a human inside it, who is currently in the medbay recovering from her injuries.”
“Along with that,” he scrolled through the datapad, “there were documents about experiments, most likely performed on her. Ratchet did a scan that confirmed this as well, along with other various injuries.”
Rodimus gave the datapad to Magnus, who looked at the report. He tilted his helm. “What’s with this thing slightly above the pelvis?” He pointed a digit at a white shape around the pelvic area, overlapped by a crescent-shaped trauma area.
“Beats me. I’m pretty confident that it’s deep inside her.” Rodimus shrugged.
“Maybe there’s another document we haven’t gotten yet explaining it. Hidden in a more obscure place.”
“That’s probably the case. Anyway,” Rodimus stood up, “I’m gonna go ask Ratchet about Y/N’s condition. If Megatron is confused, explain the situation if he hasn’t gotten one yet. Also, inform the others on Cybertron.” He didn’t wait for an answer, simply leaving the office and walking to the medbay.
The doors to the medbay opened, and Rodimus saw a familiar gray figure.
“Megatron?!”
✩✩✩
When you woke up, the helms of several people were looking down at you. One you recognized as Perceptor, another being Drift, but there were a few unfamiliar faces. One had an orange face with yellow eyes with a mask covering his mouth, another that was white and purple and had horns coming from their forehead, a blue one with a single yellow optic, and a gray one with red optics.
“So this is the human you all have been speaking of?” The gray one asked.
“How in Primus are they so small?!” The blue one asked. Loudly. Making you get up and give them a stink eye, even if it caused you a bit of pain.
A chuckle to your left distracts you, “I don’t think it’s a good idea to crowd around someone that’s injured.”
The blue one rolled his eye, “Whatever you say, eyebrows.”
The doors opened, and someone entered the medbay.
“Megatron?!” Rodimus yelled.
Oh. You know that name. Other mercenaries have warned you about a giant robot with that name. If you caught his eye, you were doomed. After all, the group he led destroyed the homelands of several mercenaries you knew.
“Perceptor explained everything to me,” Megatron said, “I just had to see for myself. Humans usually aren’t present in this solar system.”
“Well,” you cracked your knuckles, “I haven’t seen any humans other than myself during my travels. Also, most of the people who hire me don’t know either. I like to keep my identity… well-hidden from the masses. I barely know who I am anyway, so it’s easy to do that.”
“You don’t even know yourself?” Ah, the purple one is speaking now.
“It’s hyperbole, but technically true,” you rolled up the sleeve of your left arm, “I don’t know my family, my ancestry, or any way to return to my birth planet. All I know is that I was experimented on to be sold as a smuggler. That, and the skills I acquired after years of being a mercenary.”
The purple one put a clawed servo on his chin. “Tailgate told me as such.”
Rodimus walked up to you. “How did you even end up like that, anyway? The injuries, not the… subspace thingies.”
You sighed. Might as well explain it now. “It was when I was doing a job,” you explained, “I got myself hurt pretty badly, but my client didn’t get a scratch. They tried to have me go to a clinic nearby after the job was done, but I told them that I’d be alright.”
“Why did you do that, though?” Drift’s optical ridge furrowed, “Your client knew you got hurt, why didn’t you heed their advice?”
“The moment I receive my payments in full, the contract ends. They are no longer my client, and therefore no longer obligated to show concern about my wellbeing.” you growled out the last part.
“You should’ve listened to them, though.” You sighed at that comment.
“As I said earlier, I was experimented on,” you justified yourself, “if I went to another clinic, they’d essentially keep me captive and do a bunch of tests on me. That, and I don’t know if any of them are connected to the experiments and will try to bring me back to that wretched place. And I’d rather not have to deal with them again.”
“Why do you go to one specific clinic, then?” The purple one asked.
“Cyclonus, I think that might be too-” you cut off Drift from saying anything more.
“It’s because the sister of the mercenary who took me in works there. The people there were the first to treat me with empathy, despite me being so difficult to them the first time. All the other clinics I’ve been to, they’ve been too scared of me and think I’ll mangle them.”
They’re all looking at you.
The blue one laughed, “You, scary? You’re not scary at all!”
“I think that’s when she’s wearing her mask and cloak, Whirl.” Drift said. You nodded, confirming his guess.
“Anyway,” Rodimus ordered, “let’s give the human some privacy. Perceptor, Brainstorm, you both plan on asking her about the documents that have been translated, right?”
“Correct.”
“I’ll leave you two to it then.” Rodimus left the medbay, followed by most of the others. Perceptor and the one with the yellow eyes stayed. That must be Brainstorm.
Perceptor took out a datapad, looking over at some data. “I’ve looked through all of the documents, along with Ratchet’s scans of you. I’d like you to confirm some things.”
“Go ahead.” You gestured.
“According to these documents, you’re from Earth. Do you have any memories of that planet?”
You shook your head. No shit you didn’t remember anything, you were a year old! “Some species don’t have memories until they’re a few years old. I was taken at roughly eighteen months old, way too young to form memories.”
“That’s strange. We Cybertronians remember everything from when we were first created, excluding amnesia.”
Perceptor wrote something on the datapad before asking another question, “Were your eyes originally golden?”
“Nope. I’ve read those documents multiple times, my eyes were originally brown.”
“Isn’t gold also the color of the subspace openings on your body?”
Well, damn. “Yes? It was also the case for the other experiments.”
“Now, a third question. Do you know what this thing is?” Perceptor pointed to the intrusion shown on the datapad.
Right. That. The documents explaining it are in the subspace on your left arm as far as you recall. As it was inside your uterus, however, it’s something very few know about. And you’d rather not explain to a bunch of mechanical beings something you only know the basics of.
“I think that’s none of your business, Perceptor.” you crossed your arms. They likely don’t have ultrasounds on the Lost Light anyway, so it’ll be hard for them to find out.
The mech grumbled. “You’re making this difficult for yourself, Y/N.”
“Explain why you want to know what it is so bad then.” You stared directly into his optics, “Because it’s pretty fuckin personal. And don’t just say ‘I need to know for scientific reasons’ either. You better have a good justification.”
“Because it might be a dangerous object that could kill you, and may need to be removed.” Perceptor justified.
You scoffed. Based on the documents you stole, it just prevents fertility and menstruation until removed. Prevents uterine lining from building up. All the uterus-having subjects (or an organ with similar functions), including yourself, had it implanted once puberty was entered. So far, there’s been no complications.
“I’ve had it for twelve years and it hasn’t killed me yet.”
“How has it not-”
Laughter. You and Perceptor looked at the source: Brainstorm laughing his ass off.
He composed himself, “Sorry, sorry. It’s just the way you two are bickering. I’m confident that the object is medical in nature. It’s meant to prevent pregnancies, correct?”
Right on the money. “Surprised to hear you figured it out without cutting me open to check, but you are indeed correct.” you put your hands on your hips.
“So I am right!” Brainstorm smiled with his eyes. “Also, can you show us how the subspace works? Are you able to pull something out?”
Say no more. You put a hand in the subspace on your left arm, pulling out a mechanical object. Something you won after a bet.
“That’s… an optic. An actual optic. How did you get this?” Perceptor asked.
“I got it after winning a bet.” you replied.
“What kind of bet would lead you to owning a Cybertronian optic?”
“Drinking contest. I don’t know why they even placed the bet in the first place, it’s common knowledge that no matter how much I drink I physically can’t get drunk. I’ve tried several times.”
Brainstorm chuckled, “If you could even consume highgrade, Swerve would love you as a customer. It would be a good experiment if you could.”
“That would be one of the few experiments I’d consent to,” you chuckled, “once my injuries have finished recovering, that is.”
Oh. You just remembered. “I just realized that I should probably go to that clinic. I lost a good amount of blood, I might need a blood transfusion.” you grimaced.
“That makes sense. I believe Ratchet and First Aid were communicating with someone at the clinic you mentioned. You had the coordinates set on your ship’s navigator, correct?” You nodded at Perceptor’s question.
“It’s possible that holoforms may need to be used to get you there,” he commented, “I don’t know how large the facility is.”
“It’s pretty big, actually.” you replied, “I’m probably their smallest regular patient, which makes some things a bit difficult to do. Most rooms are about four times my height. I’m sure at least one of y’all can fit without feeling cramped.”
Well, at least the smaller ones. Probably First Aid.
“I’ll inform Ratchet, then.” Perceptor nodded, then left the medbay. Brainstorm quickly followed.
You’re gonna need a plan. Your main grappling hook was taken from you while you were asleep, and those two likely have it. You have spares, yes, but you’d rather have all of them in case one breaks. You also need to find where your ship is, as most of your supplies are still inside along with your spare clothes. What you’re wearing right now is bloody, and you’d like to wear something that is not covered in your own blood. The magnet boots should help when dealing with the Cybertronians and navigating the vessel.
Along with that, you need to figure out how to deal with them if any try to kill you. The blasters in the subspaces should work at least a little, but do you have any weapons that can give you an advantage? You have cable cutters, but that will only work if their cables are exposed. Can any of your blades cut through their armor? If you’re able to, you might need to see if any weapon dealers around these parts have anything that can give you the ability to fight them. Trying to sneak away for long enough to get them is another story entirely, though.
The door opened. Ratchet and First Aid walked in, with First Aid beelining to you. “We established a connection to the clinic!” he exclaimed, “When we told them about you and your injuries, they told us to bring you there as soon as we can. Also, apparently there’s something for you there? They said it’s best if they tell you about it when you arrive.”
“As long as you can get me to my ship so I can change out of these blood-covered clothes.” you said. It’s likely the best way for you to figure out where your ship went if they can bring you to it.
“The ship’s probably with Nautica, she wanted to check it out. I’ll escort you there.” First Aid picked you up with a delicate grip, likely to prevent accidentally hurting you. Given the strange condition of your body, however, you’re probably gonna end up dislocating a joint before he harms you.
Entering the room, you saw a purple and yellow Cybertronian. Most likely Nautica.
“Hey there! That must be the owner of this ship, right?” She reached a servo to you, “I’m Nautica. Nice to finally meet you!”
You couldn’t do a proper handshake with Nautica, so you just held her pointer finger and shook it.
“I’d like to enter my ship to get something. Is that alright with you?” you asked.
“Of course! I made sure to clean the blood where I could. Had to use my holoform to do that, though. Here, I’ll carry you to it.” she picked you up gently, transferring you to the entrance of your ship.
“Thank yo- ack!” you stumbled, quickly being caught by Nautica.
“Be careful!” she exclaimed.
First Aid grabbed you. You didn’t know how he got up to where you were so quickly, but before you knew it he was holding you up. “I’ll help Y/N. It’s probably a bad idea to let her be alone for a long period of time with her blood loss anyway.”
Oh, this might get uncomfortable fast. You were fine with First Aid seeing you all battered up and bloody, but the concept of him watching as you got changed made your stomach flip. And you’d rather not show your tits and bits to someone you’ve only known for a single solar cycle.
Before you could protest, though, he carried you to your ship. While he did put you down on your feet, he waited a bit before letting go. He even followed you to your quarters, where you hastily grabbed a crop top and a pair of pants. You’d grab a jacket after changing. When he tried to follow you into the bathroom, you put a hand over his chassis. “You’re not going in here. I don’t know how y’all view nudity, but for us we usually don’t do that around people we’ve only met for a day.”
“Oh!” First Aid backed up, “Sorry about that. Nurse instincts, I guess.”
You walked in, closing the door behind you. There’s no windows in the bathroom, so he couldn’t peek even if he tried. You knew he had innocent intentions, nothing perverted or anything, but you needed some time to yourself.
Quickly removing your blood-stained clothes, you ran some water and used a cloth to clean some dried blood off your body. After cleaning what you could, you put on the clean clothes. You’d usually not wear a crop top, but at this point you didn’t care. You had a jacket anyway.
You looked at yourself in the mirror, holding a hand over the stitches. Despite Ratchet being significantly bigger, the stitches were done expertly. You looked at all your old scars, and at the subspace entrances on your body. Never were a fan of looking at ‘em, it always reminded you of the fact that you’ve been mutilated. Not enough to be unrecognizable as a living being, but enough that people would stare if they knew. It’s why you covered yourself entirely. Strangers have no right to know what’s going on with your body after all, why should they look at it? Of course, you couldn’t do that with the ones on this vessel; they all know. Might as well not hide it.
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Walking out the bathroom, First Aid was just standing there. At least he didn’t try anything, that was reassuring. You went back to where your jacket was, back turned to him.
“What’s that purple and blue thing on your back?” he asked. An innocent question.
Shit.
You always knew that you bruised easily, most likely a consequence of a condition you have but don’t know the actual name of, but you didn’t expect that the fall from yesterday would bruise you.
“It’s a bruise. I don’t know why, but it’s pretty easy for me to get bruised. It’s an organic thing, it takes a few days to heal. Don’t worry though, as long as I’m careful it won’t hurt.” you explained, putting on your jacket. “I’m ready now, let’s go to the clinic.”
First Aid picked you up, being mindful of your back. Nautica helped the both of you down, but not without making a comment about the fact that he was holding you.
“That worried? You’re holding her like she’s made of glass.” Nautica commented.
“Y/N’s still my patient, and is still recovering!” he countered, “Also, humans are way more fragile than Cybertronians! It makes sense to be careful!”
Oh, if he knew about how roughly you’ve been tossed around in fights. Or how roughly you’re often treated in general. In fact, being treated so softly was unfamiliar to you, but a welcome unfamiliarity. How they’re gonna freak out if they pop a limb out its socket if that happens will be priceless when it happens.
The both of you walked, well, technically just First Aid since he was carrying you, to a smaller ship docked in the vessel.
Why is Rodimus there?
“Hey, Captain!” First Aid greeted the orange mech, who was waiting by the smaller vessel.
“Yo! I wanted to get here before you two left. How’s Y/N’s condition?”
“The usual. I did experience some blood loss, so I might be at the clinic for a solar cycle or two. That, and I’d like this injury to be documented with them.” you replied.
“Also, there’s a nasty blue and purple spot on her back that she says is fine but I’m not sure if it is.” First Aid added. If you could, you would’ve covered his mouth. You couldn’t though, so you gave him a stink eye. Fucking snitch.
Rodimus took a bit to reply, “Oh. I’m neither a medic nor an expert on humans, so I’m not going to try reassuring you.”
“Aaaaanyway,” Rodimus started walking away, “Mags needs me for a meeting since Y/N is probably going to have not much choice in staying on the Lost Light with those injuries. Something something ‘We need to inform the officials on Cybertron about the organic on the ship.’ See you two later!”
You looked up at First Aid, “Who’s Mags?”
“Ultra Magnus. He was the one who noticed your ship and the blood coming out of it, surprisingly. Best not to call him Mags though, something about shortening a senior officer’s name being an offense.”
You understood that. A lot of people in important positions don’t like having nicknames, likely because it makes them appear less threatening if they accept a nickname. It’s something you’ve weaponized when doing non-bodyguard work, but the people here don’t need to know that.
When you and First Aid entered the ship, the coordinates were already set. First Aid placed you near the navigator, making sure that you wouldn’t fall.
“Ready?”
“Ready.”
Luckily, the ride was rather smooth and quiet. Neither of you said anything until the vessel docked.
“We’re here, I’ll carry you to the entrance.” First Aid picked you up, and carried you there.
✩✩✩
“Welcome! What’s the purpose of your- Y/N?!” the receptionist jumped up from her seat, walking up to the both of you.
“What happened? Why are you being held by a Cybertronian?!”
“Y/N was injured badly, a spike impaled her, a cut on her back, and what I think is a bullet hole in her right cadulen.” First Aid explained. “We didn’t know that her ship was the one sending an emergency signal at first. We patched her up as best we could, but she mentioned needing a blood transfusion since she lost a good amount of blood.”
The explanation eased the receptionist. “That’s good. I’m glad that she’s alright. I’ll inform the doctors right away.”
Using her communicator, she informed the doctors on call. After a minute, an all familiar face walked up.
She was a being with four yellow eyes and light red skin, with tendrils coming from her skull neatly tied behind her. Relatively human, but still noticeably not. This is the one person who you consider family right now; Doctor Daule. You call her Aunt Daule, however.
One set of arms held a datapad, with the other set crossed in front of her. She had to look up to see you.
“Eirii told me. Are you able to walk?” she asked.
“Oh! Sorry,” First Aid set you down, making sure that you could stand before letting you go, “She stumbled some time ago, so I thought it was best if I carried her. I’m also a little uneasy about transferring my patient.”
“Don’t worry,” Daule smiled, “I’ve known Y/N for years. You can trust her with me. Besides, a group of humans just came by last solar cycle. I took a DNA sample from one that looks a lot like her, and she gave me something to give to Y/N.”
Wait, someone that looks a lot like you? You’ll have to ask later. Aunt Daule supported you with her right arms. “You’re also a medical professional, correct? You can come with me, I have some questions for you.”
First Aid followed the both of you. Aunt Daule walked you into a room where the IV was just finished being prepared, setting you down on the bed. As a nurse prepared your arm for the IV, you asked a few questions.
“You said someone that looked like me was here, right? Do you know their name?” you asked.
“She said her name’s Makayla.” Daule answered.
“Is she still here?”
Daule shook her head, “No, she left the same day she came. Makes sense though, she had to bring her injured colleague to us. She wanted to stay in case you came by, but her Captain needed her somewhere else.”
Oh. Guess reuniting with family needs to wait.
“You mentioned getting her DNA, is there a match? Do you need another saliva sample? I haven’t eaten anything in the past solar cycle, so I should be fine on that.”
“It matched pretty quickly, said there was almost no genetic deviations between either of you too. Anyway,” she walked over to pat you on the head, “I’m going to talk with him for a bit,” she gestured to First Aid, “the nurses will check you out. I’ll be back soon.”
They both left, leaving you with the whir of machines and the feeling of lightheadedness slowly leaving your body as the blood dripped into you.
✩✩✩
The two walked into an office. Daule sat down in the chair. “We should introduce ourselves. I’m Dr. Daule, I mostly take care of the smaller species at this facility. I was also Y/N’s caretaker for some time.”
First Aid nodded, “I’m First Aid. Currently stationed on the Lost Light as the Chief Medical Officer-in-training.”
“You’re a medic, that’s good. That means some of these concepts should be somewhat familiar to you. But first,” she put her top hands in a steeple, “how did you end up finding her? From my knowledge, Cybertronians are not only rare around these parts, but also one of the largest species in the universe.”
“We noticed an emergency signal coming from a vessel, and one of the people captured what turned out to be her ship and put it somewhere. Eventually, the second in command noticed that the entrance was open and that there was a blood trail leading out. I was with the CMO preparing the medbay. We were able to take care of her, but as I’m not that familiar with organic biology, I had a feeling that it would be best to bring her to people who can actually treat her.” First Aid answered.
“I’m glad that you found her and did all you could. In fact, I think it might be best if she stays with you until she’s fully healed.”
The mech stalled, “Why do you say that? It’s likely best if she stays here, right?”
“Well,” Dr. Daule grimaced, “there’s been a recent incident that’s making our clinic a little bit packed. Y/N doesn’t need to be here for too long, probably just a cycle or two then have her return to get the stitches out in fourteen cycles. Besides, she needs to socialize more.”
“Oh! That makes sense. Just give me the care instructions, I’ll inform everyone once I get back on the ship. It’s best if we all know so we can prevent Y/N from being reckless.” First Aid nodded.
“Once the nurses come back and tell me what’s going on, I’ll write a care plan. Make sure she doesn’t do anything strenuous, the stitches might break." She said, “Also, there was no dressing on the stitches, so we’re going to add some. I’d rather not have the stitches redone if possible, they’ve been done rather well.”
“Anyway,” Dr. Daule got up and walked to the door after grabbing a box, “I’m going to check on her. This is what her sister asked me to give her. Follow me.”
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The nurses did plenty of checks on you, along with putting dressing on the stitches. After some time, Aunt Daule and First Aid returned. There was a blue box held in her lower arms.
“What’s with the box?” you asked.
Aunt Daule brought the box to you. “Your sister brought this to us. Said this was for you, in case you were alive. I know it feels weird to get something from someone you haven’t known since infancy, but try not to think about it too much, Y/N.”
You opened the box, opening the letter. It was in the language the planet you were raised on spoke.
My dear sister,
How long has it been since you were taken from home? Twenty years? We couldn’t even hold our heads up back then, and now it’s possible for us to meet again at a bar and drink together. I miss you so much and I’ve known you for so little. It’s ironic in a way; identical twins who won’t even recognize each other. You’ve shaped my life in so many ways. Even as you were declared dead, I never stopped searching for you. I’d look up at the night sky and wave, imagining you waving back at me. I went into astronomy, learned all I could about the world beyond Earth, with the thought of meeting you again.
I joined a space exploration program for the possibility of seeing you again. I knew you were somewhere out there. If you’re reading this, then I was right all along.
I know the possibility of you being alive is slim, but if you are, I’d like you to have these. The clothes you have might look weird on Earth, right? I bought some and washed them for you. I don’t know what style you like, so I mostly went with simple solid-colored stuff. Mostly black. I feel like you’d like black.
On the back of this letter are some coordinates and addresses. These are the places mom, dad, and I live. And our big sister too! I can’t wait for you to meet our niece. When we meet again, tell me your name, okay? I want to address you properly.
Your long-lost twin,
Makayla MacArthur
P.S. We have a weird gene that makes it so we can’t get drunk no matter how much alcohol we drink. You might’ve figured that out already, though.
Opening the box, the first thing you saw was a picture of a little girl next to two swaddled-up infants. The girl had black hair and brown eyes. Two pieces of paper had names, and the one on the right simply said ‘When you tell us your name again.’
It was you. You and your sisters. Another photo, far more recent, was of an older woman holding a child. The note on that said, ‘It’s our niece! Hope you don’t mind Chloe using your old name for her middle name.’
There was a third picture, with who you believe is Makayla, in a night blue uniform. She looks almost exactly like you, without all the experiments and scars. Brown eyes instead of your golden colored irises.
You thought you were a lost cause. That nobody would be looking for you on Earth. Oh, Makayla, how she proved you so, so wrong.
MacArthur. MacArthur. Y/N MacArthur. It’s going to take getting used to having a family name. An identity beyond being an experiment.
“Also, apparently the elasticity of your skin and flexibility isn’t normal for humans. According to your sister, it’s because of a condition called Ehler-Danlos Syndrome. I’ll explain some of the other things she explained once your scars are healed.” Daule added. “I’ll write up a care plan for you. You’ll be staying on the vessel that found you until you’re fully recovered.”
Honestly? You’re fine with that. The people on the Lost Light have all been kind to you so far, especially First Aid. Kinder than most people from the planet you’ve lived on for your whole life, despite knowing nothing about you.
“That’s fine with me.”
“Well then. Rest up, you’re gonna need it Y/N.”
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loveofbots · 2 years ago
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tinydefector · 4 months ago
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Hi, since the requests are open, could you write brainstorm x human or perceptor x human SFW/NSFW at your discretion. I just read your book "Human's effects" and I really liked the way you wrote brainstorm. Have a nice day.
Human effects 11 - Brainstorm
So I'll be doing more of these with characters, and if I have another part asked for Brainstorm on this series, it will be a smut piece.
Brainstorm x Human reader
Warnings: light lust mention
Word count: 2.7k
Masterlist
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Brainstorm's optics focus on the data pad in his servos, a hum resonates from him along with a small chirp as he filters through the multiple different subjects he had been doing research on. His processor aches from the amount of engex he had consumed the cycle before while at swerves.  The seeker haphazardly pays attention as he walks down the hallway of the corridors of the ship toward the lab, his optics flicker when they lock on the one of  liaisons, very specifically the Ambassador that he along with many others from the night before hand had been ‘fantasises’ about. 
 
 He had so many questions he wanted to ask them in person about human biology but in honesty didn't know where to start, they were an organic species, bipedal mammals who in many aspects were very similar to Cybertronians. His optics linger on them, taking in their frame type, tone and all up rather visual appeal. He could understand why humans were so sought after on the black market, they were soft and rather plus from what he could observe. 
" heya stormy" they call out with a smile as they make their way over to him. Brainstorm jolts from his musings, systems heating with embarrassment at being caught distracted by his thoughts, his engine lets out a hitched whine as fans whirl. But their smile seems warm, non-judgmental, and he relaxes fractionally, they didn't have the ability to read his processor, he was fine he rationalised to himself. 
"Ah, greetings, Ambassador!” He attempts to mask the fluster that was creeping across his plating, wings twitching lightly. "Lovely sol to find you up and about, I wasn't expecting to see you down in the labs this Cycle." He pauses with a. Raised optic rid wondering why they were down their way, they normally didn't make it a habit to visit the scientist. 
“ picking up some equipment Nautica got for my team, she's been helping a lot with our long range transmitter and also with us getting supplies on Ultra Magnus' request” they hum while carrying a small crate. 
His field radiates enthusiasm, if they were down here at that moment perhaps they had some time to spare him for his own pursuit in knowledge.  "Might I beg for a moment of your time? As Cybertron's chief scientist, I was hoping to inquire about Human biology if you had the time. our records only have some much information on your people and i believe a lot of it is rather outdated, if you'd feel comfortable sharing it could offer insights aiding our alliance." He asked, it was worth a shot and if they Were to busy he could always ask one of the other humans.  
They give Brainstorm another sweet smile as they begin walking beside him towards his destination, they hike their crate of equipment highter as to keep grip on it. "Sure I'm happy to answer questions, it's not like I have much going on at the moment, last I heard Megatron and Mags have Rodimus doing my paperwork as punishment for trying to take Rikko Asteroid surfing.” they laugh as the words fall from their lips. Remembering the look on the speedster face when he had more reports dropped on him. 
“ but if we are gonna play twenty questions you better make it fun!" They tease in a singy song voice. Brainstorm's optical ridges curiously curiously beneath his faceplate at the human's playful jest. He lets out his own amused chuckle at the idea of Rodimus suffering even more paperwork, he didn't envy the Captain and even less so the aching processor he was most likely nursing after the drinks from the late cycle. 
"Scientific inquiry as a game, eh? Now there's an intriguing proposition!" His wings fluttered, promptly intrigued with the idea. Data collection through entertaining exchange sounded rather fun compared to the normal exchange he had with Perceptor. A mischievous lilt crept into his tone as he slowly matched their pace walking together his optics flicker down to them taking in just how small they were compared to him. They just met his knee plating joints. humansWeren't nearly as small as a lot of Cybertronians were lead to believe. He remembered the first time ever seeing them he was quite taken back over their size originally expecting them to fit into the pal of his servo. But seeing them in real life had made him realise a lot of what he believed or old records were rather incorrect over humans, and their biology. 
 "Very well. First question: what gives you energy - nutrient paste, energon, the taste of victory?" His visor gleamed roguishly the last question was more a tease but he found it amusing to watch their reaction. The liaison lets out a hearty laugh at the first question. " hahahah oh by the stars, you really don't get alot of human Visitors do you?. So most of what humans as a whole eat is a mix of meat, fruit and vegetables. We need a mixed diet due to being an omnivorous species, but it varies person to person" they explain, giving his leg a gentle nudge with their elbow. 
Brainstorm cycled his optics,parsing this new data on their nutritional requirements with keen interest, it also gave him more information to jot down later.but he is utterly fascinating that a species derived sustenance from multiple organic compounds rather than a single standardised fuel source. "Meat, fruits and vegetation, you say? Truly extraordinary." He made a note to research Earth's ecological climate zones and harvest periods, he was rather interested in seeing what earth produced, Earth had become one of the largest suppliers of energon when cybertron was being rebuilt as it was a common occurring element on earth, it became the main trade source between the two planets.
"What about cybertronians? Do you guys only consume Energon or do you have other things, i know earth supplies quite a lot of energon to cybertron but do you guys only consume it ?" As they returned the query, he waved a languid hand. "Energon in its various forms comprises the bulk of a Cybertronian's fuel intake, though rarely do we consume it in its raw state. Refining introduces necessary additive alloys and minerals to suit an individual's frametype and occupation. Medics also develop specialised fuel mixes for patients. But we do consume other elements, oils, metals and crystals are other necessary for different platingsor frame types " His wings fluttered in delight talking about the different compounds of energon and how it was used. He was no chemist but did enjoy dabbling in creating different flavoured energon.
 "Recreational enjoyment of other sustenance is not unheard of, however. Certain sensory-inducing additives have been experimented with at social gatherings, such as High grade, energex are a subcategory of energon which has a different effect on a processor compared to casual energon, med grade and such" he hums while explaining the different types of fuel, from the causal to the luxurious. 
“Ah so similar to Alcohol for humans, that's quite amusing actually and explains why Rodimus tends to look like he's hung over” they chuckles again remembering how dead on his feet he looked that morning when they had met for a meeting with the command.
“Oh I wasn't aware humans also had similar, but yes energex and high grade have a rather intoxicating effect and lossens intakes while in group gatherings.” He replies. As they make their way into the laboratory. Perceptor is off in the distance and shoots them both a look as Brainstorm slowly lifts them up onto the bench. Before continuing their conversation. 
“ you mentioned something about chemists, what do cybertronian chemists do?” The Ambassador asks while they place their crate down and begin engaging in conversation once again. Brainstorm felt Preceptor's optics tracking the pair curiously as he began another explanation. “Chemists tend to have a range of different fields, the easiest way for me to explain would be to say that Swerve is a Chemist” His optics shimmer in delight as they trade back Information with the human sitting on the bench. 
“I thought Swerve was a bartender?” They reply with a tilted head, their brows pinch in an almost adorable expression to Brainstorm. He has to keep his engine from making a whine at the adorable look. His EM field dances with interest for them. 
“Indeed, chemists work with making, distilling energon and other substances. So in one way Swerve is a chemist but so is Ratchet but they make very different products” He explains. 
“That's so cool, almost like being a human chemist, baker and bartender in one” they hum as they take in the new information they were learning. His optics linger on their hands for a moment before he decides to change the subject of fuel sources. 
"With your permission, I find human epidermal structures utterly absorbing," he began. "The intricate pigmentation patterns, tactile sensitivity... might I?" A single digit hovered millimetres above a forearm, awaiting the liaison's consent before even the faintest contact. It takes them a moment to register the terms from Brainstorm but once they realised he was asking to examine their arm. “Oh sure just wait a second” reply before rolling their sleeves up, hold their arm out to Brainstorm to look at. It catches Preceptor's attention as he raises an unamused optic at how brasin Brainstorm was being.
 "Also heads up you don't need to treat me like glass, humans are pretty resilient so you're not gonna hurt me by touching me unless you're actually trying" they inform. "My thanks for the clarification, as I explained earlier, a lot of our records on Humans is rather outdated, however I'd rather not cause you harm" he responded gently, servos dancing over their arm gently as he takes in the man different markings, patterns and colours that mark their skin. It's highly fascinating to him and he found another reason he believed humans were sought after. It wasn't a subject of cybertronian history he liked but he was interested in learning why humans were so sought after. Soft, pliable, small and would have mostly been very docile. It sent a rattle up his spinal struts as he tries to push the thought a side. 
A single digit traced the patterns of tactile receptors watching the way the little bumps spread across their skin in a visual response to his touch. "Fascinating... your epidermal sensory network far surpasses initial database entries. I've never seen such colours either its stunning" His field pulsed appreciative curiosity as he traced the lines and marking that look like they are hidden under the Ambassador's skin, it makes him wonder how far the marking go but decided it would be pushing it to try and see more, but he knows he will be fantasising about tracing the markings. 
From the corner, Perceptor cleared his vocalizer. "Yes, human biological studies hold fascinating merit. Brainstorm, do refrain from unnecessary experimentation." The other bots voice calls out as he shoots Brainstorm, another disapproving look. 
Brainstorm dips his helm respectfully as he pulls away lwtting the Liason pull their sleeve back down. "No disrespect intended, Perceptor. Merely exploratory observation. Scientific progress warrants cross-cultural exchange plus we need to also rework our old records on human functions, biology and culture." His visor brightened, dispite Preceptor's tone Brainstorm was thrilled with the new knowledge he had gathered just from this meeting.
"Oh don't worry Percy. I doubt Stormy brought me here to experiment on, plus he's curious. I can't say I'm not also curious about you guys either, Earth doesnt have alot of information on Cybertronians outside of the small stuff we had from when you guys were stuck on earth. So i'm happy trading information because we are both interested in learning about each other's people. " They shoot back at the other scientist. Preceptor's optic ridges pinched ever so slightly at the human's familiar tone, though he made no further protest. If they felt at ease with Brainstorm's studies, who was he to force caution upon willing participants? "See that your... observations proceed responsibly," he calls out, it's aimed at Brainstorm but the seeker does not fret too much. 
The two continue chatting between each other trading information with small jokes between them every now and then. The liaison kicks their legs back and forth on the table. It gives Brainstorm the opportunity to truly look at them and appreciate how soft they are, a lustful thought crossing his mind and EM field pulsing lightly which makes Perceptor snap his helm to look at them again. Perceptor narrowed his optics warily at Brainstorm. :. Brainstorm a word.: the other scientist states through comms which makes the seeker go ridged, wings flickering in discomfort. 
Clearing his vocalizer loudly, Perceptor took a deliberate step forward. "Perhaps we will catch you another Cycle Ambassador, Brainstorm and I have much work to attend to, and we wouldn't wish to keep you any longer" he interjected coolly. For his part, Brainstorm cycled a ventilation and reined in his field, hed just had Perceptor call him out on it and the embarrassment was showing with each flutter of his wings. 
The Liaison gives the two scientists a wave once they are set back on the ground. "Well I'll catch you both another time, I'm going to go talk with Swerve about energon, you have me rather intrigued to learn more " They call out lifting their crate back up while heading to the door. Once they had left the Lab it had Brainstorm shifted warily under the weight of Preceptor's dissecting gaze. 
"The human liaison has graciously undertaken representing their kind aboard an unknown vessel to foster cooperation between species. Jeopardising such an auspicious start through any misguided impulse would severely damage relations." 
Pausing his tasks, Perceptor affixed Brainstorm with a searching stare, optics bright with both caution and care for his foolish yet brilliant colleague. "I need not remind you of one of your talents, the fragility of organic creatures compared to our frames.”
Brainstorm shuffled awkwardly beneath the Preceptor's scrutinising gaze. His usually nimble processors faltered grasping a suitably cogent response, field radiating discomfort through scrambled modulations. How to explain such rash intrigues ebbing his usually steady rationale? "Ah...you raise entirely fair points, as always, Perceptor," he demurred, fidgeting with a gripper. "To be perfectly forthright - and at the risk of sounding like a sparkling with his first crush - there's simply something innately captivating about these diminutive humans! Their resilience, ingenuity, curiosity..." His plating flustered with static. 
"And I'll admit, it's not just my scholarly interest piqued. Even the most stoic among us seem charmed by our new small friends." He cycled stabilising ventilation. Wings fluttering weakly, Brainstorm inclined his helm. "Brainstorm pleas for the love of whatever deity you believe be it primus or else Do Not Frag the Ambassador!, they are one of our heads, they work closely with our captains and if you mess Slag up it will be your helm" Perceptor groans out as he pinches his nasal ridge.
Brainstorm's plating flared hotly at Preceptor's emphatic directive. "I - of course not, you must think me a complete naïve sparkling!" he sputtered, waving his gripper defensively. "Mere scholarly observation was my intent, nothing untoward, I assure you, yes I'm intrigued by Humanity and the liaison is rather charming I'm interested in the scientific study of humanity, to rewrite the small knowledge we have on them!"  
Venting sulkily, he leaned against the bench servos tapping into the metal. "Though I'll note, my interests seem far from singular. Last night's engex-fueled discussions had a few of us a little too invested in compatibility. All I'm saying is curiosity seems widespread! So while your cautions are well-founded..." His plating flustered again helplessly, wings fluttering as they would when he was interested in something. 
 "Brainstorm we are not doing this" Perceptor states as he turns away from his fellow scientists. "Wait just a klik, Percy - don't think I fail to spot tangled undercurrents in that rigid plating of yours," he pushed, emboldened by this newfound insight. Cycling closer, his field pulsed a teasing nudge against his colleague's. "For all your lofty speeches cautioning restraint... could it be you harbour doubts following your own advice?" He teases only to get a nasty glare from the other mech. but decides it's better to just ignore Brainstorm at that point. “you know Swerve has bets on you, says your a dark horse waiting for a chance to sweet the Ambassador off their Pedes” Brainstorm states trying to get a reaction out of Perceptor. It gets a wrench thrown at him. 
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tftarotproject · 3 months ago
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So as I understand, this project is lost light/idw focused but has basically every major character anyway? Just cause of how many cards? Cause I love the idea of a TF tarot but I haven’t read idw so I’m not really into it much yet. Just wanna know to see if it’s good for me ya know? Thanks!
The characters included are:
0 The Fool - Tailgate
I The Magician - Brainstorm
II The High Priestess - Mistress of Flame
III The Empress - Windblade
IV The Emperor - Starscream
V The Hierophant - Optimus Prime
VI The Lovers - Chromedome and Rewind
VII The Chariot - Megatron
VIII Strength - First Aid
IX The Hermit - Cyclonus
X Wheel of Fortune - Deathsaurus
XI Justice - Ultra Magnus/Minimus Ambus
XII The Hanged Man - Drift
XIII Death - Whirl
XIV Temperance - Dai Atlas
XV The Devil - Tarn
XVI The Tower - Skids
XVII The Star -  The Necrobot/Censere
XVIII The Moon - Red Alert
XIX The Sun - Rodimus
XX Judgment - Rung
XXI The World - The Lost Light
Thundercracker - Ace of Wands
Pyra Magna - Two of Wands
Pipes - Three of Wands
Blaster - Four of Wands
Overlord - Five of Wands
Galvatron - Six of Wands
Kaon - Seven of Wands
Blurr - Eight of Wands
Metroplex - Nine of Wands
Ratchet - Ten of Wands
Ten - Page of Wands
Firestar - Knight of Wands
Nautica - Queen of Wands
Thunderclash - King of Wands
Prowl - Ace of Swords
Fulcrum - Two of Swords
Krok - Three of Swords
Metalhawk - Four of Swords
Arcee - Five of Swords
Ambulon - Six of Swords
Pharma - Seven of Swords
Vos - Eight of Swords
Tarantulas - Nine of Swords
Getaway - Ten of Swords
Wing - Page of Swords
Wheeljack - Knight of Swords
Velocity - Queen of Swords
Tyrest - King of Swords
Swindle - Ace of Pentacles
Riptide - Two of Pentacles
The Wreckers - Three of Pentacles
Trailcutter - Four of Pentacles
Fortress Maximus - Five of Pentacles
Nickel - Six of Pentacles
Shockwave - Seven of Pentacles
Perceptor - Eight of Pentacles
Trepan - Nine of Pentacles
Lockdown - Ten of Pentacles
Spinister - Page of Pentacles
Crankcase - Knight of Pentacles
Helex - Queen of Pentacles
Bumblebee - King of Pentacles
Cerebros - Ace of Cups
Lug & Anode - Two of Cups
Misfire - Three of Cups
Tesarus - Four of Cups
Grimlock - Five of Cups
Cosmos - Six of Cups
Swerve - Seven of Cups
Skywarp - Eight of Cups
Nightbeat - Nine of Cups
Chromia - Ten of Cups
Sunstreaker - Page of Cups
Jazz - Knight of Cups
Soundwave - Queen of Cups
Roller - King of Cups
Some of these characters are exclusive to the IDW comics, but most are familiar faces through continuities. Even if you don't know all of the characters, it's a beautiful deck any TF fan could appreciate. You can also go through the rest of the blog to see some of the pieces our artists have created!
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tom-foolery-incorporated · 12 days ago
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Dude after the free use human fic, after human was finally out of the hole is she going to get asked by the bots if that can do it again instead of y'know being stuck in the wall, because I can imagine the bots won't stop thinking about it
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>:333
Rehehehehehehe
Various Lost Light crew members x reader, gender neutral AFAB reader, racially ambiguous, free use, very mild dubious consent if you squint
I bet Swerve begs the human to have a free use night at his bar. Like buy two drinks get to use the human. You know Ultra Magnus had to help set up in order to make sure everything was in line and in order. Buy two drinks then get a ticket with your number for the human to service you. Then it just breaks down into a huge robot gangbang in the middle of the bar.
You know Rodimus is coming to the human like twice a day absolutely pussy whipped and begging to be inside his favorite human again.
Megatron finally getting a turn and making it so the human can’t walk for a whole week. Just blissed out smiling with a lake of transfluid under them as their abused hole just gapes. He’s very attentive with aftercare but he’s also worried he might have broken them.
Ratchet took them in under the guise of their own medical well being but bro doesn’t know jack about organics and just wanted an excuse to have them to himself. Drift jacking off Ratchet using the human like a spike sleeve.
You know Tailgate is humping them like a rabbit every chance he gets and Cyclonus is watching the whole thing with his spike in his servo.
Rewind and Chromedome taking the human out on a romantic excursion so they’re all buttered up when they share them. Soft lighting and music while they take turns using the human’s holes. I feel like they’d run a train on their special little human.
Nautica would probably be int having the human ride her then tease them when they get tired. “Nuhuh! I saw what kind of stamina you have,” she’d say while giving a sharp thrust. “I know you can do better than that.” Then she’s punishing the little human when they cum before her. She’s fingering them and using them like a toy. The human comes out of her habsuite covered in purple lipstick marks and smiling like a dope.
Whirl would scoop the human up and stash them away in his habsuite all for himself. He just wants the soft mushy sex where his human is stroking his face and peppering kisses all along his body until he can fuck their face with his spike. He’d definitely tease at breaking them and turning them into nothing but a hole for everyone to use but he knows how fragile humans are and to be more gentle.
Brainstorm is running all sorts of experiments trying to see which toys his human has the best reaction to, how hard they can cum, how many orgasms until they pass out. It’s all for research purposes he tells himself while watching Perceptor fuck you stupid while jacking himself off.
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story-weavr · 6 months ago
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Transformers Ship:
One thing I noticed about the Transformers series and fandom is that sometimes the most randomly paired bots make the best couples, not just because they are gorgeous together but because they somehow FIT.
Like their dynamics match and differ in all the right places. For example: Soundwave x Cosmos, Starscream x Wheeljack, Drift | Deadlock x Ratchet, Brainstorm x Perceptor, etc.
I’ve come up with one pairing that might be a great fit:
Shockwave x Nautica
Let’s face it: Shockwave likes intelligent people and the Marvel version of him LIKED (platonic or romantic) Starscream.
If he is to have a healthy relationship, he needs someone who isn’t subservient obedience or weak. That type of person would just get used by him.
He also needs someone trustworthy (hence why it wouldn’t work with Starscream or most Decepticons).
And for his own sake, he needs someone both intellectual and compassionate enough to teach him the value and necessity of emotions and morals.
And someone who can bring out Shockwave’s already present softer side (in many iterations, Shockwave has a love for his pets / creations).
As for Nautica, she is dense when it comes to romance (just look at the number of femmes and mechs who have a crush on her). Part of it is her focus on projects, enjoying her friendships, etc. But I also think it’s her lack of confidence.
She is still very young and trying to find herself by exploring the worlds outside her birth city-state. She’s learning everyday and enjoying life, bringing sunshine wherever she goes.
In addition to her intelligence, her strength is her compassion and vulnerability. A vulnerability that is backed up by her ability to fight strategically. She also inspires others, friends or comrades.
I like to think of Shockwave becoming interested in her mind. And then her understanding of the world, her behaviors. Then it becomes an obsession. And he is confused because normally when he’s obsessed with something he takes it and puts it in his lab to figure out how it works and how he can use it.
Aside from the fact that the war is over and he can no longer do so without severe repercussions, he doesn’t actually… want to hurt the young femme.
On her part Nautica is a bit dense. She is interested in Shockwave as far as wanting to help him acclimate to the new reality of peace for their species. She also thinks he may be a potential lab buddy like she is with Brainstorm. But somehow, it’s … different.
She doesn’t understand why, and when she tries to ask her amica they get really uncomfortable and evasive.
All she knows is she likes being around Shockwave. He’s a much older tron than her but somehow he’s… childlike. Like a youngling freshly assigned to their mentor, curious and ignorant of the world but wanting to correct that. Sometimes to his own detriment.
He’s also incredibly honest. Shockwave was never one to play niceties when speaking. Many consider him rude or creepy but surprisingly to Nautica it’s… endearing. It makes her trust him and his words. (Which is incredibly strange as she knows he lied before & still does.)
The whole thing is incredibly confusing for the both of them. Thankfully they have projects to direct their focus. The fact that they work together on most of them is inconsequential.
What do you all think of the ship name “OceanWave”?
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commander-airachnid · 8 months ago
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Sup. I was told someone would like this? Please forgive the inconsistencies I'm still trying to make sense of the designs lol
-Maxie.
CANNOT stress to you enough just how delighted this made me, thank you. 🥹 (Don't worry, they both have a lot of kibble, I don't blame anyone for having issues with them lmao)
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delectableworm · 7 months ago
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A Nautica x gn!reader with the ability to fold themselves like an origami. Wish I could do that but oh well- i got enough random bruises appearing on me. Hehe, slight angst.
A treat for those who get the last part.
"Ew, ew! Stop! No, no, no! Stop that!"
You grinned as you watch Nautica freaking out for you as you bent yourself in an insanely inhuman ways. You were a gymnast before you joined cooperation of becoming a liaison for the Lost Lights, meaning you have very, very, flexible body. You're practically like a bendy straw that Rung usually use as Swerve pointed out while you showed him how you can fold yourself easily.
"C'mon, it's not that bad."
"Your legs is over your head!"
"Pshh, it's nothing. Isn't this supposed to be exciting for you since you wanted to study more about humans?" You pointed out. You'd sure Brainstorm would like to ask you do more insane twisting body to see your limit.
The femme cringed before replying, "Yeah, it's supposed to but I can't help it! You look so freaky and not normal and I can't help but worried. What if you need to see Ratchet after this?"
"I don't need to see Ratchet-"
"What if you managed to get yourself stuck in a position that you can't revert yourself back to normal?!"
"GIRL-"
"I'm sorry!" She apologized. "But what if-"
"Stop, stop." You unbend yourself to stand normally in front of her on the desk you were on. "Listen, I know you're worried but trust me, I've been doing this since I was a kid and it doesn't hurt anymore." You reassured her, taking a hold of one of her digits in your hand. "If it hurts, I'll let you be the first to know. Okay?"
Nautica was the first bot you managed to get close too when first boarding the Lost Light. Her sweet, curious personality is what drawn you to her as she asked you tons of questions about human culture, holidays, history, careful not to overwhelm you with the questions when you first met. She reminded you of a late friend of yours back on Earth. Her worries for you just now when you folded yourself was the icing on the cake since your friend too had the same reaction as hers when you first showed your gymnast ability. You sometime wondered if the femme in front of you was an incarnation of them.
Nautica watched you for a couple of moment before venting out, frame slumped into a relaxing posture. "Alright. Just, promise you'll tell. Okay?"
You smiled and patted her hand gently, "I promise."
You promised twice.
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ppnuggie · 2 years ago
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since i have the power of polls 😈😈 and the tendency to jump from one fic to another ,, i was thinking ,, maybe a mtmte x reader fic where the reader is like ,, playing a dating sim n the bots are in it ? ive done this sort of prompt before w/ genshin impact .
its like maybe a vr sim n you get to make choices at the end of the chapters for what happens next ,, using the polls . the choice with the most votes is how the next chapter will play out .
ive got 12 lost light bots that will be the main characters for this ;; rodimus - megatron - ultra magnus / minimus ambus - drift - ratchet - brainstorm - perceptor - nautica - swerve - whirl - rung - trailcutter
how it works is that some choices will affect different characters love percentages and if the percentage reaches past 75% they kinda go a little yandere ? 🤔 or just more obsessive n stuff ,,
so what we think ? yeah ? no ? 👀
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chefbeepo · 2 years ago
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I feel like brainstorm and nauticas friendship isn't explored enough by the fandom!!!
Like, just them being besties. Queer besties ya know. I have some head cannons for them
-sometimes they talk in sync and laugh their asses off abt it, no one else finds it funny and they laugh wayyy to long abt it
-brainstorm will say something he find normal and Nautica will just be like 🧍‍♀️you're acting wild rn but I support it
-Nautica will occasionally think of something bombastic pertaining to science and knows it's only bcuz brainstorm is rubbing off on her
-and visa versa, where Brainstorm suggests something normal and everyone is like "when was the last time you hung out with Nautica? Two hours ago? Uh uh. Ok"
-them being each other's wing mans. Like Percy x brainstorm and Nautica is their biggest supporter. Also Skids and Nautica with brainstorm always cheering her on to confess and what not
-they share a taste in music and share said music. You enter his lab and hear Rip it up by orange juice playing and then go to Nautica's hab and hear the exact same song playing at the same time
-when walking side by side they both take up the entire Hall with their big ass back accessories. Everyone hates it
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