#mtmte tarn

[flayyr]

hes reading alfred lord tennyson and he makes me want to vomit

[01107aeon]

"Shine razor eyes before the walls come down

Wilder than lions, louder than sound

The birds and the bees are getting older now

There's a cold breeze blowing over my soul"

[corpse-ne-ne]

[emberfriday]

every big mech needs his twink

[startheskelaton]

Back at it with another idea for development.

We all remember this right?

So I have an idea.

Right after killing Tarn, the rest of the DJD is just staring at Sparkplug. Kaon walks over, grabs the spark out of Tarn’s dead body, looks and Sparkplug and just says “Eat it”.

Spark has a choice to make: eat the spark and become just like the monsters around her, but insure the safety of Rumble, Frenzy and Soundblaster. Or! Reject it, be seen as weak to the DJD and be killed along with her friend and brothers. She makes the selfless decision and eats the spark.

Cut to Tarn’s spirit in a black void, confused on where he is but happy knowing he fulfilled his purpose. But he’s not alone… Optimus Prime is here… we’re basically in Sparkplug’s subconscious.

He grabs Tarn and before the Bot can even react… he looking down at a newborn Sparkplug, crying in her crib, but being calmed by Tarn’s hand… and then it clicks. Optimus is forcing Tarn to experience all his memories of watching Sparkplug grow up.

Optimus explains that he tried his best to be there for his daughter… but he could only do so much as a ghost, his spark was dying so he couldn’t speak to her, and would slowly fade away as she got older. But Tarn’s Spark was fresh. He’ll be able to see and talk to Spark in small ways like this. This could have truly forced Sparkplug to become Tarns perfect murder, but Prime wasn’t going to let that happen.

Tarn sees Sparkplug as a baby struggling to get stronger, as a toddler learning about the world around her, training to make it onto a mission team, getting her heart broken for the first time, sneaking out to play at concerts, being lied to, and even meeting the DJD for the first time… he sees all of it…

And with the last of his strength….Optimus forces Tarn to take on his empathy and feel fatherly love for Sparkplug. Emotions he hasn’t felt in millennia are hitting him like a meteor and he can’t do anything to stop it. And then Prime’s gone…he’s finally one with the all spark . And Tarn is back in his ship…and he’s looking down at the new Megatron he created… and she’s curled up in a ball on the floor sobbing…. He puts a hand on her shoulder softly.. and just like when she was a baby.,, she calms down just a little….

Tarn realizes his new hell… to feel the crushing weight of empathy and guilt.., as he is forced to care for his new daughter.

Hope people read this, I wanna make this a little comic.

[aldecaver]

Tarn is ready to beat some traitors~

[michaela-o]

Hi hello everyone :D🧡

So a while back i made a post about Cybertronians witnessing humans being feral when in fight or flight response or how humans act when we are on adrenaline in general because i really like this idea. But hear me out- :D

Protective, scared and angry human = very scary human

We all have this natural need and drive inside us to protect. Wether it's the person we love, family or friends. I myself am very protective when it comes to anyone i love. I would throw myself in front of a bear if i had to. Or i would fight anything and anyone if i had to protect the people i love.

Now imagine if the human was the size as an average cybertronian: (slight warning for blood at the end)

The Lost Light got under attack by the infamous DJD and everything goes to shit so quickly no one has time to react as the deadly members tear through the ship and with Tarn having one goal in mind and that was to find Megatron. His optics burning with lust for killing him. Eventually he finds him and they both fight together. The human is watching this from the security office locked in with other members of the Lost Light. They all watch in horror and worry as they both fight. But Tarn doesn't play fair. As Megatron gets knocked by him the other bots notice as the human's breath quickens, their frame is shaking a bit and their teeth are tightly gritted together. Their protective drive has woken up.

Enough is enough..

You know what Megatron did..but no one has the right to take away someone else's life..especially someone like Tarn...Megatron was almost like the father the human claimed to never have..

As the human turns swiftly to unlock the door the other bots try to stop them but the human is determined and full of anger and adrenaline as they push past the bots who are taken aback. The bots are not fast enough as the human is already sprinting towards the scene where everything was happening. So many thoughts and emotions ran through them as they sprinted..anger, fear (you know because it's still fucking Tarn)

But no they aren't backing away now.

As they round a corner they barely make it in time because Tarn was already aiming his canon at Megatron.

The human suddenly jumps in front of Tarn and they srunch their nose and bare their teeth at him, their arms spread over Megatron. Tarn stares in disbelief and then he chuckles. You may be the size of a cybertronian but you're still a fragile dumb human.

"If you want him..you're gonna have to go through me first.."

As the human growled no one wanted and couldn't believe what they were seeing and hearing back at the security room on the cameras. Thats it the human has gotten crazy. NO ONE would do a thing like this. It's like you were asking to be killed. It's the DJD.. Even Megatron's expression almost changed to bewildered and wide eyed.

Of course the human got a good beating from Tarn but there was just something in them. This weird wild look in their eyes as blood dripped down their forehead into their eye and down their chin. Scratched and battered with at least 4 broken ribs they still stood with determination. Tarn was enjoying this but it was getting frustrating and on his nerves. Tarn is deadly and strong but the human was agile and quick. As Tarn was about to finish Megatron once again (because he thought the human was finished) they once again threw themeselves in front of him with this crazy look in their eyes and the next words rang out in everybody's ears.

"Over, my, dead body..."

The human was shaking, growling and huffing slowly loosing their strenght but reinforcements were quickly arriving and the DJD was in disadvantage so they had to fall back but of course Tarn would be back and would take the human with him the next time.

And this is how i think bots view this :3

From the cybertronian perspective:

The bots, often more concerned with survival and the war’s toll on their world i think would most likely react with shock. Tarn is a fanatic Decepticon who enforces ideology without mercy, would represent the last person they’d expect a human to stand against. They might interpret the human's bravery as foolhardy or even reckless, given Tarn’s terrifying reputation, but they may also see it as a powerful symbol that courage and conviction can transcend size and power.

From Tarn's Perspective:

I think Tarn, who worships Megatron’s original vision and detests any deviation from it, would be utterly incensed. The idea of a human—whom he views as nothing more than an insect—intervening to protect Megatron would enrage him. He’d view it as an ultimate insult to Megatron's legacy and to the Decepticon cause, likely intensifying his resolve to destroy them both to "cleanse" this offense.

Aaaa i hope you enjoyed reading as much as i did writing :3🧡 here i also drew a picture of the human so you could imagine the whole scenario better :3

[iszapizza]

I’ve been thinking about the contrast between glitch and tarn and it’s so funny yet so sad

[thetravelingegg]

This isn’t even all the weird things that happened in those 82 issues

[sodynell]

Gnomes :P

[violetaquadelight]

Tarn - "Better not be messing with mah Senpai B00b3-Mackenzie"

Tarn - "YOU GET OUTTAH HERE! His MINE!"

Shockwave - :(

Was rewatching some of Markiplier's old Yandere animation and immediately went "Yup that's giving me Tarn-vibes."

[tinydefector]

I was just interested if you were a suckered for the clothing and fabric and perfume trope as I am. In the sense where fabrics and a abundance of organic flora was considered more common for higher class cybertronains but that even then it was pretty scarce. Imagine a bot or con after getting over their fears or mild disgust of the squishness of humans so to speak the next few things they notice is how many types of hair there are. How many styles and how many different ways to dye said hair. It drives them nuts the feel such softer fibers all together to make a more denser form. Curled,staight,wavy it all catches their optics. Painted nails almost similar to paint for their frames. Tattoos so intriguing. A human willingly damaging their surface that is more fragile than their metallic frames. It's a living scar. And they can't help but slowly come to love it to when they see how much their human complain does. But fabric? God they almost get drunk off of it. When they get a hug they shiver at the smooth article that brushes on their frame. The variety. So many styles and colors. So many meaning behind patterns and techniques. They can't help but almost grow jealous hearing how far back a simple stich can come from in human history. Humanity dressing itself in plush silks and flimsy polyester but it's all gold compared to what the cybertronains have come to crave. Imagine them having made themselves smaller so they could be inside your living space and they can't help but notice all the fabrics. All the plush surfaces. Their in heaven fully convinced they're going to meet the great primes. And if you had a scented burning candle? Sweet or citrus they can't help but want to inhale deeply to capture the scent. Perfumes? God their drunk whenever a human walks into a enclosed space because all mechs and femmes are fighting themselves to not snatch you up and keep you. If you use scented body wash or scented lotion then can practically taste it on your skin if you are near or hug them. They crave it when it's late at night and they've got you sobbing and thighs shaking as they kiss and lap at your scented thighs. And if theirs multiple humans in a space? That almost has a bot slurring their words as iff they just had the best energon. Just some thoughts haha I'm very sorry it's so long. I'm just a suckered for all these headcanons and just how while they may be disgusted and have hatred for humanity some fo them can't help but swoon for so many qualitys of their human companions that are nothing like their skin. So soft and complaint and so very warm at heart.

So I do have some fics on this stuff one is

Ratchet x reader. Involving perfumes effecting cybertronians like a sex potion or sex pollen.

Then I have

Starscream x reader. Involving the infamous dress and him testing out different outfits on his partner.

This small collection of bots reacting to nipple piercings (was like my first fic I ever wrote here)

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I am quite a sucker for the clothing and fabric and perfume trope. I really enjoy writing cybertronians who adore seeing their partner drapped in shimmering fabrics. Becuase to the human its could just be a satin sheet, but to the cybertronian it is luxury, it showcases so much about you and every chance they get they love getting to just feel or touch the fabrics.

Imagine: your cybertronian is sat on theirs berth which is a mix of almost foam matting(yoga mat/ expanding foam) They don't lay on just metal but it's not particularly comfortable for their human. So one day, they introduced them to memory foam, and its like the bots world has opened up. It becomes a soft, comfortable recharge. But as you start bringing sheets, blankets, and your pillows, it makes the bots feel as if they are falling in love. They love it when you drape the soft fabric over them and make yourself almost a next on their chassis with the soft bedding. To they it feels like a luxury that you are pampering them even if it's just to make yourself more comfortable. It's the fact you leave them in their suite on their berth take makes their spark clench in delight knowing you'll be coming back.

I also tend to write cybertronains have alot more nasal sensors and detectors to the point they can break down the partials to annalise them. The smell of fresh lining is something that effects them almost like catnip with a cat. They will roll around in the fabric optics wide. Engines roaring in delight. As their joints squeak and clank against the walls.

I also love writing that Fabric was something that only the Highest of society had on cybertron, but mainly due to have small the fibers are it is extremely hard for cybertronains to replicate the material, so it fetched for high prices when Imported from organic planets. If you were of the lower classes, you would be lucky if you had a tarp or some sort of soft plastic as it was also still very sort after. So you can imagine how the cybertronains reacted once on earth, even while undercover. Fabric is such a huge part of human culture that cybertronians, when they find even just a pretty scrap of Fabric, keep it as a token. As if to say "frag you" to the universe.

But I can also see a human finding the stash of Fabric cut off's and offering to sew them all together in an almost patchwork like blanket for their bot and you can bet your ass you will have that cybertronian on thier knees worshipping you for it.

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"Hey, we have hail forecasted," their voice calls out to the vehicle parked in the driveway. The cybertronian is rather quiet as they register what was said to them. "It isn't acid rain, so it won't be anything too bad." they try to argue only to have a large old blanket thrown over them. "Hey, what are you doing?" It sends shock throught their system having something so soft drapped over their frame.

"I'm covering you up so you don't get hail damage, I sadly can't get you into the garage at the moment so the next best thing I can do is cover you up with some blankets and a tarp so you don't get damaged by ice falling out of the sky" they explain as they throw another over the vehicle. Making sure to fully cover the bot before throwing a waterproof tarp over them, too. "Sorry, I don't have anything better than this, but it will keep you dry and our of harm's way." Those words hit their spark in a way they never would have thought it would. They are left almost speechless, cosy, and somewhat warm as the hailstorm rolls in.

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When it comes to hair colour, skin colour, and tattoos. It fascinates them so much to see such diversity and colour on a species they originally believed to be quite dull. It gets to the point when making their holoform avatars they love exploring and expressing themselves as if making a sims character. Even going as far as some get custom paint jobs of the tattoos, they get on their avatars because, for them, it's the closest thing they can have to tattoos. But think about you getting a tattoo in a shop right across from where your cybertronian partner is getting their paint job because it was a cute couples day out.

And don't get me started on how much cybertronians love human's hair. The fibers are so different to them and they love the feeling of it, they just have to be very careful when running a digit theought thier lovers hair as to not get it jammed in the joints causing you pain.

Another thing that cybertronians are fascinated by is humans' willingness to injure themselves in the name of beauty. From tattoos, piercings, injections, and surgery. In honesty, it's not that different from frame ulteration, but they don't know how a human can do it. The bots can turn their pain sensors off while humans are just soldier on through it.

I love the idea that the bots also horde car freshners that their humans get them. It becomes a full-on pokemon card situation of them trading double ups, begging their partner to get them others so they can rub it in their friends' faces. But air freshners weren't a thing until Earth, and the bots love how it makes their frame smell different from the oil, grease, and car smell.

But perfumes gods I love the idea that perfumes have a certain chemical reaction to Cybertronian systems to the point to turns them into a raging horny bot who can't get enough of how your skin taste and how desperately they try to literally lick the perfume off your skin as if it were the riches and most expensive high grade energex on the market. It also leads to a lot of personal working with the bots not being allowed to wear perfume/cologne. Deodorants don't affect them the same way, but they also enjoy how they smell quite a bit.

But yes I love the idea of perfumes pretty much working like a pheromone spray and don't get me started on actual pheromones spray, your not leaving that bots berth for atleast 3 days, they will bring you food, water and anything you want but it literally overrides their system protocol and makes them desperate to breed you.

In conclusion, DO NOT wear perfume or Pheromone spray near the bots unless you don't intend to be leaving the berth for at least 3 days if not more becyase they can and will keep you their.

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L.G. FUAD Pt 2

Tarn x Reader

• The noise is so soft he almost misses it over the melody, his optics sliding to Nickel’s organic. Realizing that it’s humming along. Little nuisance, even if the sound of your voice is surprisingly soothing. You’re ignoring him, but you ignore all of them but Nickel. Following her around like a little shadow. Likely because she’s the one that feeds you, though that had been problematic to begin with. So fragile that food for other organics makes you sick. He has no idea how you’ve survived so long.

• Purple and pointy is listening to his music again. It’s nothing like what you’re used to, but you like how dramatic it is. No words, just flourishes of sound, crescendos, and a deep rolling beat. You imagine it’s what Vivaldi would have sounded like on crack and given an electric guitar. Weird, but oddly compelling as you make up words and sing nonsense to yourself. You don’t mind the masked one, he’s the one whose hand you’d woken up in, feeling warm and very confused. Then remembering that zombie dog robot abomination. And looking up to see him. There’d been a lot of screaming and he’d just bent and dumped you out of his hand onto the floor and walked away. Tiny blue had eventually found you and you’re almost positive that one is a she and the rest of the terrifying crew are guys, but since they’re alien robots who don’t speak your language and apparently can’t understand you, who knows.

• “A connoisseur of fine music?” He asks since no one else is around to see and you turn to look up at him at the sound of your voice. Knows you can’t understand a word he says, but the others don’t appreciate music or art. All they understand is warm, spilled energon and killing. So he pretends to have conversations with you. And you oblige him by chattering your weird nonsense language at him. “This isn’t his best, but it’s a fascinating piece.”

• He’s talking at you again, staring at you from behind that mask he always wears. You’d only realized it was a mask, because he’d taken it off in front of you once. Only you. For everyone else, it stays on, though you’re not sure why. You wander closer to his peds, neck craning to look up at him. “I still have no idea what you’re saying. I’d like to go home, though.” No response. There never is. As far as you can tell, you’re the crew’s hamster. That was almost eaten by their creepy dog, cause they’re terrible pet owners.

• Bending, he crooks a finger. Pleased when you huff at him but come closer and let him touch the top of your soft head. Drawing back when you reach to touch his servo in return, unsettled by that soft, warm hand on him. On your wholly unwarranted trust. That innocence is going to get you killed, but you’re just staring up at him. Chattering before you sit against his ped and start humming again. And he carefully scoots you away, ignoring the bemused look you shoot him.

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[emberfriday]

HERE WE GOO, meet HALO

finally I can show kaontarn lovely child and you know I adore him now!!

I wanted to make his colors dark and purple so he would be more like Tarn, but in the process I changed purple to red and I absolutely don't regret it, he looks great🙏🙏

[startheskelaton]

Transferring my period pain to Tarn

[michaela-o]

( sound on <33 )

I love reading dark fan-fiction about humans being abused and used by evil Cybertronians to whatever purpose they seem fit to put them into. Might be kinda weird but inspired me to do this so :3

Also im sorry for dissapearing for a while but i recently got a job and im trying to enjoy life😌❤️ but i still browse tumblr everyday i just dont have many things to post❤️ but if anyone ever needs me im always here🥹❤️