#unicron x primus

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Unicron And Primus [Twitter:@Startheskeleto1]

[gigidraws13]

TFP: THE CHILD OF ORDER

Long ago, when the Thirteen original primes defeated the evil god known as UNICRON the chaos bringer. Life on Cybertron began to thrive, with the Thirteenth as its protectors.

But even after the successful defeat of the evil deity. New conflict occurred, as new and more dangerous threats arose. The Thirteenth then realized that their time as Cybertron’s protectors was limited. As they knew they would not always be there to protect and watch over it.

And so, a powerful creation was made to be Cybertron’s hidden hope.

With the Allspark’s aide, the Thirteen primes sacrificed a piece of their own sparks, their power, their essence, to create the most powerful being imaginable.

A being whose sole purpose was to ensure that no threat would harm Cybertron or its people.

The child of order…

‘F! Y/n’

CREATION AND ORDER INCARNATE.

[jinuaei]

If Primus loved me he'd let me get Tarn Pregnant

What if that's the reason why Tarn could never get pregnant hm? What if Primus loves you too much that he'd never let any bot pregnant? Primus would never let any bot get pregnant before he could get pregnant by you.

That being said, I don't think Primus is the only god that wants you...

(Tarn will find a way to get pregnant by you even when Primus is actively trying to sabotage the breeding or errr preganancy)

[maiko-san]

TRUE DECEPTION

[Part 1]

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Synopsis : You were created not by Primus but by Unicron himself. You were forged with rumours as your weapon, you don’t need brute strength or otherworldly power to make everyone tremble in fear. Your whispers of lies alone can bring down the greatest of might.

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Note : (Y/n) is gender neutral

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A Memory Etched in Darkness

The void was cold.

But then—he came.

Unicron.

A starless presence whose voice rumbled like the death of galaxies. From his will, you were born—not from code or spark, but from chaos itself. A marionette carved from the shadow between stars, kissed with venomous charm and crowned with a wicked smile.

“You are not made to destroy with might, my creation”, Unicron had whispered as his vast form loomed above you, his optics glowing like dying suns. "You will bring ruin with words. With whispers. With secrets. You are the serpent in their garden, the poison in their chalice."

And you smiled, wide and sharp. Your eyes glints with mischief as you awaits for his command.

“Go, my serpent! Sink your fangs within the core of their planet, the heart of Primus. Let that venom of darkness seep through their newborn sparks."

Your grin widens, as you bow elegantly before your creator.

“Oh, yes! I will, my master!"

Even though he is sealed away by Primus and the Thirteen, he was able to create you by his own seeping hatred. Thus, it begins. Your glorious plan.

All you have to do is slither right into the light of Primus' children, cloaked in innocence. A small, flickering spark—harmless bot that is gentle, lost and confused of the world around them.

A persona you've created and you played the part so well.

“A lost spark,” they said, “We need to help them”.

Oh, how naive of them. None of those Primes suspects a single thing. Not knowing that they have brought a snake disguised as an innocent little lamb into their safe haven. Nurturing it without a single sense of doubt.

Each Primes guides and teaches you everything they know. You learn and you improve, you slowly slip into their spark with your sweet poisonous words. They welcome you with open arms, they begin to see you as one of them. One that is worthy to be standing alongside of them. One that they can share everything with. Someone they could trust.

Oh, how sweet it was—being adored by them. Being trusted.

The relationship between you and the Primes is strong. They seek you for comfort and solace, someone that would listen to their problems. With those problems, you create a rumour about each one of them. You create those whispers and let the wind carry it for you.

A little rumour here, a little rumour there!

Those words of lies pass from one to another, the more it passes around, the more dangerous it becomes. Slowly, those words twisted into daggers. And there— Alliances frayed. Fights erupted. All of them.

Cybertron begin to tremble.

There, you stood amongst the chaos while standing above Cybertron's core. Admiring the work you have inflicted upon their world. Turning their beloved planet into your stage, you are the puppeteer and they are your puppets that got twisted in your lies.

"What is the meaning of this, (Y/n). Why are you doing this?"

Alpha Trion, one of the wisest of all and the voice of reasons, questions you. Seeking an answer for your doing. There must be a reason for this, right?

You only tilted your head, smiling dripping with venomous glee. "Why am I doing this? You ask? Well that's easy—".

“I love the smell of drama, the taste of betrayal, the way everyone tears each other apart over silly little rumours”. Your faceplate twisted with the joy of madness. "While you forged unity, I sowed doubt. While you built peace, I whispered deceits. I turned Cybertron into my stage. A show for me to enjoy. And you all? Were the puppets!"

"Enough!" Prima’s blade burst alight with the fury of the Matrix. "You’ve caused the deaths of millions—your whispers sparked rebellions, civil war—!"

"And it was magnificent!" you shrieked with joy, optics blazing. “Their tears, their rage—it was all so entertaining!”. Some of the Primes grit their dentas and clutches their weapons tightly in their grip.

"Just who are you?"

You open your arms wide, your spark chamber slowly opens as you reveal what lies beneath them. Horror slowly crawls up to their faceplates as they stare in pure disbelief.

"No, it can't be—"

That familiar corrupted presence, the blood of Unicron runs through your vein like a plague. With that, your frame is enveloped by that corruption. Your body is twisted and elongated, thick scales forming onto your body as you reveal your true form.

A serpent.

"NO—!" the Primes shout in horror, fear and realization finally hits them. They watch as you dig your fangs into the core, injecting your venom into the Well of the Allspark.

You finally did your part— as you were told.

To seep that darkness within the spark of Primus's children. So that they could carry your biddings. One that would be sow and bloom into chaos that spread like wildfire.

All of the Primes strike their weapons down on your serpentine body, with their combined might. They tore your body apart, so it will never be reforged and all they have to deal with is your spark which they couldn't destroy due to your nature.

So, by using their own spark. They created special chains that bind you down, thirteen chains to be exact, preventing you from creating more destruction with your lies. Prima opens his chassis, unrevealing the Matrix of Leadership, the final shackle. The light blinds ever so pure. It sickens you, the blood of Unicron within you growls and hisses at the sight of it.

"Listen well, Primes! You may have destroyed my body, sealed my spark and hid me from the face of history. But I have sinked my venom within the Allspark and that—" you cackle, your optics met with....

Megatronus Prime.

You only smile, giving him a mischievous grin with hidden meanings behind them. And he felt it. Something dark, blooming quietly in his spark.

"All just the beginning of the end...."

Thus, they finally seal you. The last thing they heard was your sinister laughter, echoing throughout Cybertron. It latches onto their processor and never be forgotten.

When the time comes.

The chains will break.

Soon, you will return.

and spread more of your chaos within this universe.

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[ End ]

A/n : I can turn this into a small series but it more focus on storytelling. (Y/n) here is 100% irredeemable villain since they were made by Unicron, they're manipulative in sense. So, if there's a relationship going *cough*Starscream*cough* on, it will be a toxic one.

[karinadele]

Corrupt

Megatron x Reader

NSFW | DeadDove

I cant write anymore of this, i had more -even a plot for it, but im cringing every 6 seconds with this. But maybe someone out there wants to read it idk

its tfp megs but his altmode is g1 gun

Warnings: Drugs, Gunplay, Power Dynamics (duh), Megs is fucked up, but ur just as doomed. At least he calls you a good girl? Abrupt ending cause i died, I tried to make it not as painful...

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“Open.” he demanded. Transformed into his gun mode, laying in your hands. The cold metal resting in your palms.

Completely glazed over, washed with a fog of grey, you don’t even know what’s going on anymore. The drugs in your system have messed you up so hard that all of your senses have been dulled to the point you barely know how to breathe. Eyes half rolled up with your mouth hanging open as soft pants come out; your body attempting to stabilize its breathing. The only sounds to your muffled hearing is your desperate whimpers and his commands.

“Be a good girl and take it.”

His orders ring through your ears.

“Be a good girl and take it.”

“Be a good girl and take it.”

That’s right. I’m a good girl. Completely void of any dignity, as you have your legs on your knees, you sit on the berth. With your eyes barely a slit, staring at the Walther P38 in your hands. Nodding at it as you pick it up, safety unlocked, holding onto the grip.

“Keep your eyes open.”

Unaware that you’ve closed them as you diverted all of your attention opening your mouth to hold out your tongue, you force your lids up as much as you can. Just barely open, but enough to be able to see –not that you can make out what’s heads or tails of anything.

It’s all about control. He doesn’t need you to see anything, so long as you obey his directions. But forcing all of your senses online is part of the game, he’s ultimately controlling you.

He got a first hand glimpse of what you can do. Something awoke inside of him when he saw the way you draped your tongue out in front of him. At that moment, he knew. He wanted to feel you, wanted to know what it felt to be wrapped around an organic’s intake, the wet and softness of it? Would it be warm? To see your completely broken submissive face as you take him. His spike is already pressurizing, but that’s not what he wanted. That will come another day. For now, he needed to know what it felt like with your lips sealed around him, tongue twirling around him.

“Good girl. Now put it in.”

The only actions you can do at this rate are simple movements. Fortunately, it’s enough. Placing the bottom of the barrel onto the tip of your tongue as you bring it back. Fear has long escaped you. You know it’s from the drugs, but what are you going to do? Fight them? They’re already in your system.

You hear a muffled groan, taking that as a good sigh, sliding it further in. Gently running the body of your tongue along the bottom of the barrel, thin enough that you can cover the whole surface area with a slight curve.

’Primus, he did not know it would feel this good.’ If he would have known this is what organics felt like, he would have taken you a long time ago. The warm and wet of your tongue colliding with his cold and metal body, clashing into a harmony of pleasure.

“More.” He demanded.

His words rumbled in your mouth, sending vibrations down your throat. His voice was already a deep baritone, but with it muffled by you, it felt even more exhilarating.

Desperate to please him, you begin to slide your tongue up. Slowly rolling it over the barrel, making a loop. Repeating a few times before switching direction, heading the other way.

If he was in his bot mode, he would be clenching his servos and gritting his denta. He may be unable to physically express the emotions, but they’re there. Jolts of shocks run through him as he lets out a low growl. He could almost feel himself shaking, only hoping that you had enough of a grip to hold him well.

A delicate trust between 2 completely different species, a twisted odd of faith as his safety rests in your hands, and your own death being one trigger away. He would hope you would not, you’re too precious for that. Yet the thrill of giving you that choice, –and being the one to be able to take you offline, makes him feel something he’s never felt before. Murdering bots? Originally he felt something. Guilt perhaps? But over time it did not matter anymore. It’s the thin line of trust that you will not do it that excites him. That you’re given the choice in your own palms, but you’d rather choose him.

[nevis-the-skeleton]

Chapter 69 of The Polar Star [Part 5] (TFP

AU)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48223039/chapters/165079828

I'm back with this story! (T0T)

I got so much work and stuff to do :')... But here, the next X3!

[short-wooloo]

Another RWBY/Transformers crossover idea:

So in my last post on this crossover au, I mentioned tying the origins of Unicron and Primus (who typically aren't given an origin) to RWBY by having them be creations of the brother gods

And that gives me another idea

The Allspark is another relic of the gods

Moreover, it's a sort of prototype to the 4 relics of Remnant, basically being all 4 in 1, since the Allspark typically contains great knowledge, power of creation, can be harnessed for destruction (that's what the Decepticons are always trying to do with it), and grants its creations sentience and free will, aka choice

[teojira]

I saw that you had transformers on your fandom list, will you be willing to write a 'bot of choice x human reader jealousy/protectiveness fic? Like in that one scene from Transformers 2 where the Deception Pretender tried to seduce Sam but Bee absolutely wasn't having that but had to stay in car mode?

[Aren't you supposed to be more mature than this?]

Summary: Optimus knows better than to get attached to you (too late), he can't help but side eye you and a stranger interacting. (Based on Knightverse Optimus, after ROTB!)

Word count: 800+ words!

Pronouns: They/them

Warnings: Optimus is bad at feelings, Optimus being down bad, extremely self indulgent. Mainly Optimus' Pov as well! Lmk if I need to tag anything!

A/N: Everyone who knows me knows of my obsession and love for this man it's so bad, I have him tattooed and have a whole ass shrine I love HIMMM, Thank you sm for the request! He is the love of my life.

Optimus Prime has been called many things, many of which are true, things he'd accept with pride.

A great leader, a good friend, a valuable teammate, A war criminal.

A jealous bot was never one of them, until recently.

He wasn't sure when he started to take a shine towards you. Was it after Unicron? When he held you in his servos, cradling you to his chest as he transformed back into his bipedal form, only letting go of you after the confused looks from Bee and Mirage.

Maybe it was a while after that, when you offered to help clean him up, Noah was too busy rebuilding Mirage to offer his services to the big man himself.

Optimus could never wipe the feeling of your small hands gently running across his frame, taking extra care to mend any scratches you found, constantly checking in to make sure he was comfortable.

He's ashamed to admit, but he kept shuddering under your touch, his senses overwhelmed by your presence. Every time his cooling fans turned on, he'd wave it off as it was just hot outside. (it's 60 degrees out, liar.)

He tries to recharge that night, but the feeling in his chassis makes him restless. He can see his sensors go haywire at the mere thought of you. He is so fucked, he shuts his eyes and groans deeply, his mask shooting up to mask the sound, lest he wakes the others.

Primus help him.

With his new revelation, Optimus tries his best to distance himself towards you, always making excuses as to why he can't drive you home or to work (a flicker of jealously when Arcee offers, no one catches his digits curling ever so slightly into his palm), saying he must go on patrol for the time being. He waves you off when you try and care for him, asking if he'd like any help with any scrapes and dents, saying he can live with them, he's been through worse.

Its only natural that you'd give him some space, that's the kind of person you are, kind, loving, respectful, loyal to a fault, but it doesn't escape his notice when your smile falls after he politely tells you you're not needed, his spark aching when you turn around to go find another bot.

Optimus watches you now, stationed on the street.

He has no right to be upset when you're stopped outside of the garage by an older man, the man so clearly taking interest in you while you're very politely listening and nodding, shooting that oh so pretty smile to a man who he's sure is not fit to be anywhere near you, not worthy of the warm smile you wear.

It makes him seethe in jealousy, and it's scary.

He can not remember a time when he had ever been jealous. He's a prime. He was supposed to be a calm and collected leader and yet. And yet, he's so close to blowing his hor-

You suddenly whirl towards him. If he was any better of a man, he wouldn't immediately think of how cute you looked, how your lips moved as you let out a yelp.

It isn't until that thought passes his mind that he realizes he used his truckers horn. Embarrassment trickles through his body, although now he has your attention, and you are making your way towards him. The man following behind you keeps the conversation going, not catching a hint.

Optimus is ready to honk again, especially if this man keeps following so close behind you, way too close for comfort.

You beat him to it, turning around as you rest a hand on Optimus’ cabins door handle, shooting the man a polite smile.

“Sorry about that, but my husband is actually here to pick me up, so I have to go. Have a good day!” And You hoist yourself up, quickly buckling your seat belt, gently patting the dashboard in hopes Optimus fucking drives before you're bothered anymore.

Optimus’ processor buffers, his engine revving as he goes on autopilot to tale you both away. Does he know where to drive to? Certainly no, but you're with him now. He's sure you could ask him to take you to distant planets, and he'd make it work for you and only you.

“Thank you for the save, big guy.” You smile brightly at his steering wheel, your eyes lovingly trailing across the autobot symbol that sits in the center.

“It was nothing, I am glad to be there to assist.” The cabin rumbles with his voice, soothing your anxiety. You curl into your seat, resting your head.

“Where are we going?”

“If I'm not mistaken, you mentioned wanting to go to upstate New York to drive along some scenic routes? I'll gladly be your escort.”

He is so ridiculously falling for you, but he can't bring himself to hate it, especially when you excitedly hop in your seat.

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏ��� ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴏɴ!

[revelboo]

I just found out about the Knights of Unicron TF continuity. 😂

As one of my favourite TF fan authors, I need to know your thoughts. 🙏

Sorry not sorry if this causes inspiration 👀

I wasn’t familiar with this… and it was not at all what I expected 🤣 I’m dying at the hair and 80s metal vibes, but those four? That could be so much fun. 🔞 mass displaced mechs 🌶️

Scenario-Groupie

Optimus Prime x Reader, Jazz x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• Laying your hand in Jazz’s, his warm servos curl around your fingers, gently pulling. And you have no idea how you managed to snag his attention among all the others in the crowd, but you’re definitely not complaining. “How about a private party with the band, kitten?” He asks and you’re all nervous energy as he leads you into the back. Wanting this more than anything. An experience, a little reckless, harmless fun. Something wholly different from your regular life.

• “How can I say no to that?” You whisper. Head lifting from tuning his guitar, Megatron huffs through his vents, optics sliding over the little treat Jazz has found them. Setting aside his guitar as Jazz slides an arm around you, hand on your hip as he introduces them one by one. And you shiver as Jazz’s mouth slides against your neck, hand wandering. Megatron’s lips quirking as you turn in Jazz’s arms.

• Mouth claiming yours as you make a little needy noise, Jazz backs you up and lifts you onto a container. “You want to party with us?” He asks, lips brushing along your jaw as his servos tease at your clothes. And your mouth claims his again, warm fingers sliding down his frame, dipping into seams. So eager. Knew he’d chosen right. “Gonna take care of us tonight?” He growls, and you flush, but you strip for him, warm mouth so hungry against his own. Freeing his spike, his servos slide against you before he’s kneeling and you make an adorable little sound of protest up until his mouth is on you.

• Moving closer, Optimus tunnels his servos into your hair as you gasp and whimper for Jazz. And your eyes open to look up at him upside down. Trailing a servo against your soft cheek, it’s a surprise when your head turns and your mouth closes on his servo, sucking as your tongue curls around it and all he can think of is you doing that to his spike. “We’re keeping this one,” he says, glancing at Megatron as the other mech joins him, his own servos tracing soft skin as you tremble against Jazz’s mouth.

• “Are we?” Soundwave counters, head tipping as Jazz stands and spears you on his spike, hips pumping urgently against you. Optics shuttering behind his visor, he listens to the noises you make, Jazz’s growls, and the wet sound of you taking his spike. And when he’s reached out a thought, your need and emotions spill into him, almost overwhelming him. Knows exactly what Jazz is up to, that he’d found you as a peace offering to ease the tensions growing between them. Hears Jazz swearing as he overloads inside you and Soundwave shudders as your pleasure almost becomes drugging.

• Trembling as Jazz pulls out and Optimus smiles as he pulls his servo out of your mouth and you’re shivering with little aftershocks. “You want something else in that mouth, sweetspark?” He asks and you roll onto your belly to face him as he frees his spike. And you reach for him, tongue sliding over the head to taste him before you brush your lips down his length, chasing his biolights. Feel big hands grip your hips before Megatron is sheathing himself inside you with a growl.

• Groaning, Optimus’s servos tangle in your hair as your mouth closes on the head of his spike with a moan. And it’s so hard to not move as you grip him and rub your tongue over the underside of his spike, swallowing as much of him as you can while Megatron lazily moves against you, optics shuttered. Watching you taking both spikes almost enough to make him overload right then.

• “Primus, you’re tight,” Megatron snarls, hips pumping in shallow thrusts. And Optimus is cautiously rocking his own hips, and Megatron feels you tense slightly. “Relax your throat,” he murmurs, his own thrusts stilling, waiting on you to adjust to Optimus’s shallow movements before he begins thrusting inside your wet heat again.

• Watching Optimus groan, overloading to make you gasp, head pulling away as his release splatters against your chin and chest, Soundwave hums to himself. And Megatron’s rutting against you, chasing his own release with a snarl to fill you. Standing slowly as Megatron brushes his mouth against your shoulder before pulling out, Soundwave vents as slick runs down your trembling thighs. Shifting behind you as he grips himself and sheaths his spike inside you with a growl. And you are so tight and slick, the contact with your skin strengthening his telepathy, feeling from you the slight burn of his spike stretching you. Taking advantage of his ability to figure out the angle that makes you squirm with a ragged cry, toes curling. Maybe they will keep you, he decides, hips pumping against you as you whimper.

[valacre]

: ̗̀➛ Orange & Green

Ratchet x Reader Disclaimer: Reader’s eye colour is chosen, sorry. - transformers prime

“Ratchet?”

...

“Ratchet.”

...

“Ratchet!”

His shoulder pads tensed, signalling his annoyance, yet he continued to ignore you, and for a brief moment there was blessed silence again. He only dared to hope that you’d walked away and—

“Ratty McRat the Rat King, Ratchet!”

“Oh, for Primus’s sake—what?!” He asked (shouted), annoyed and offended by the nickname you’d given him. You grinned widely, far too pleased for your own good.

“What’s your favourite colour?”

Ratchet needed to reset his vocaliser before he exploded.

“What is—that’s why you keep pestering me! Just to ask what my—oh, I’ve never been—” his words turned into mumbles and annoyed grumbles as he turned away from you, briefly wishing for Unicron to strike him down so he may have some rest from pestering humans.

“Oh, come on, tell me... please?”

“I don’t have one,” he said, hoping you’d leave him alone. You were undeterred.

“Come on, not one? Just tell me what colour is pleasing to your optics. Pleeeease—”

“Fine!” He slammed the tools down and turned to face you again, frustrated beyond relief. However, he paused at the sight of you, pleading eyes wide and puppy-like, as the children had explained to him before.

Your eyes… green like the grass of this planet.

“... Green,” he found himself saying and his face plate heated up at the sight of your beaming smile, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Fantastic. Mines orange,” you said, so casually it threw Ratchet for a loop. You must be lying. You’re constantly wearing shades of either blue, green, or yellow. Never has he seen you wear orange before. Then again... he didn’t decorate himself with green, though up until now he hadn’t had a favourite colour, so of course not.

“Well...” he said, trying to ease the awkwardness in him. You didn’t seem to notice it.

“Funny thing, ey? You’d have a favourite colour but you don’t necessarily wear it or decorate that much with it. Orange is definitely a colour I don’t wear often or put much of in my house, but it is such a magical sight when the leaves turn orange,” Did you ever stop talking… “or when the sunset becomes all kinds of shades of orange, or when certain songs just make me think of a warm, pleasant shade of orange, or when I look at you and I see orange, and also when I—woah, your face is blue?” you more asked than pointed out, clearly confused but also fascinated. “I didn’t know you could do that—Oh! Are you blushing?” you asked, tone taking on a teasing tilt as you grinned up at him.

“I don’t have time for this,” Ratchet grumbled and turned away again, trying to regain the focus he’d lost from his work. He could hear you giggling behind him.

“Aaw, I love you, too.”

Ratchet sputtered and turned his helm so fast his neck cables groaned in protest. You were still smiling as you briefly kissed your fingers and wafted it once his way. He didn’t know whether to be shocked by your action, flattered, insulted, enamoured—anything! Luckily, he was rescued by the arrival of Arcee and Jack, promptly followed by Bulkhead, Miko, Bumblebee, and Rafael. You turned to greet them all, asking about their day as you leaned dangerously over the railing.

Ratchet watched you, preparing to catch you should you fall, though he was looking at you in a different light, thoughts running a thousand miles an hour as he took in every strand of hair, every twitch of your small fingers, every colour of your cheeks, the way you glanced back at him, smile turning sweet and almost shy.

Primus help him… his spark warmed at the sight.

[tinydefector]

Hey Tiny!I dont know if youve been asked this before but how do you think cybertronians feel about humans,a fleshy organic species, on earth that is lightyears away from their home planet looking and acting suspiciosly(if i dont spell something right sorry) alot like them?

Since in some of the continuitys the allspark ends up on earth, do you thinks some transformers might think we were made by primus to?

Another thing im interested in, is that since we're so interested in technology, is that humans eventually become a techno-organic species then become a transformers like species from there.Like transformers can help out with that and eventually we all evolve into one metal transforming species?

Sorry it took me so long to get around to this one.

Personally I love the idea of both humans and Cybertronians getting the Uncanny valley reaction to each other, for Cybertronians its more of a 'why do I feel sudden dread near these little creatures, have my people done something to them, does it have something to do with the Quintasons.

For humans it's more of the freeze up, don't look don't acknowledge, treat it like your in the Appalachians reaction to them the first time they ever see a Cybertronian becuase the closest thing outmind and body can relate something so similar and different is fear.

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Cybertronians are very fascinated by our body structure, like out of all the different species in space some little backwater planet has a species so similar to them. Some believe it Primus' doing others believe it's just the way the planet evolved over time.

I happen to very much like the earth is Unicron in some aspects and love the idea of Unicron being such a petty little bitch who made humans becuase he wanted to one up Primus with his creation. (Gets even funnier with human x Rung stuff) cause now Unicron has to suffer knowing that primus is interfacing a human or the fact that humans and Cybertronians are getting it on that much all becuase he was a petty bitch.

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I don't think humans would ever become a fully techno organic race but I do very much love the idea of how our technology advances for those with disabilities, its much more small stuff then us having advances weapons under our skin. I happen to really love the idea of having cybernetic prosthetics, and other advanced technologies along that line. Cybertronians being a lead into helping humans develop was to help re make or structure joint with much safe surgery then the metal pins we use.

So I don't think it would go full cyberpunk style but I do like the idea of us going the more cyborg route than the techno organic.

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But also along that line there are always going to be those who fear things they don't understand both on the human and Cybertronian side. If you guys have ever played Detroit become human it's a great aspect of how I think people would very Cybertronians outside of the fact of the fear of them being aliens.

But i also love the idea of Cybertronians fearing the shit out of humans over the experience they have had with other organic races, (quintasons). Seeing what we do with old cars, how we pull them apart when somethings wrong, I feel like alot of bots would fear being undercover on earth due to just what humans can do to cars.

So honestly I think k the cybertronians fear us more than them due to just watching what we do with the stuff around us, while our fear of them stems from uncanny Valley and the fear of aliens. But once we get to know then it's all a down wards spiral to freak intercourse.

[yume-writes]

If MCB and TFP take place in the same universe I feel like Deus Machina would be another sibling of Primus and Unicron.

Like maybe if Ratchet is at the workshop one day teaching Edo about cybertronian anatomy and he just goes “it’s much easier to compare human anatomy to Cybertronian and Cardbots because we’re basically cousins.” And Edo is just like ???? Dude what.

And then Ratchet just goes on a whole spiel like “isn’t that what the human term is? Primus is the center of our world and we cybertronians are his children. Deus Machina is a sibling of Primus and Metal Cardbots are their children and that makes us cousins. And then since Unicron is also Primus and Deus Machinas brother and he’s the earth humans are his children. ???have you never wondered why we look so similar?”

And everyone just stares at him in horror because WHAT. WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE’RE ALL COUSINS??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUR ROBO SATAN IS THE EARTH???

MCB x TFP crossover

Ratchet would just do this insane lore drop so casually

For the Autobots Unicron being the Earth is just common knowledge for them, they don't really think twice about it anymore. All the MCB people are just so concerned so extremely concerned, "ROBOT SATAN IS EARTH!?!?" "Yeah, but it's not a problem anymore" "THAT DOESN'T CHANGE ANYTHING!!!! AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOT ANYMORE!?!??"

Also the thought of Deus Machina being siblings to Primus and Unicron is just hilarious. Deus Machina is just chilling in the background, trying to take care of their cardbots while their older brothers are duking it out in the background. Every time they get together it's the universe's most awkward and tension filled reunion.

Also I just love the idea of all the different species being related to one another in some way. They're a big family<3

(Ratchet is just saying the same thing of what he says in the ask)

[riskyraiker]

Never let go of me

Optimus Prime x Reader

Description: Destiny has planned everything, but when needed they can make changes for better

You were hit, you actually got hit this time. Megatron shot you right in your chest-plate and scrap that it hurt. It’s silly how this happened, really. You were just scouting for some energon only to find black energon. How is it even possible for it to be black? While you were shocked about the new form of Energon, the Decepticons sneaked upon you and started an attack. With no backup at the moment, you were screwed. 

“Megatron! Back up and leave with your army!” That voice sounded like a blessing, knowing it belonged to the one and only Optimus Prime. “No! This rare Energon shall be ours, and Autobot of yours will meet their fate!” 

That wasn’t good. Every bot knew it, that would be your final moment. You ran for cover, surviving, you didn’t dare to move. You could hear the banging and clashing of metal from the leader's battle. “You have done enough harm during this war and it stops now!” Optimus yelled.

Yeah, sure it will. Wait! We need a sample of the Energon! It isn’t that far. You reach for it, grabbing and pulling off a piece big enough for a few tests. With panic, you stood up and turned, but your plans were stopped by a sharp pain in your chest and the feeling of losing Energon. You didn’t have time to even run. There was a gaping hole in your chest, burning and dripping Energon. You raise your optics to look at Optimus, a look of shock and pain in his optics. You didn’t even feel it, but you were already falling backwards, into the black Energon. “Y/N!” That was the last thing you heard until your spark was ready to join with the all-spark. 

Would death be this calm, so relieving, and strong? If everyone died like this, why didn’t I leave sooner? This will be my destiny now. No turning back from it.

“Now Optimus. It’s your time to join Y/n and everyone else you have let down.”  Was Megatron here?! Or why do you hear his voice? A sudden light shined brightly, blinding you as the new voice spoke. “Shall the black Energon flow through your veins and the new guardian of the primes shall rise.” The calming feeling vanished and was replaced with an overwhelming feeling of anger. You wouldn’t let Optimus join you, after all, he has done for the team, for Cybertron, and all of Cybertronians

You rose, from the pit you died in, you rose from it. Somehow floating as the black Energon flowed in your veins. “Megatron.” You could see how fright took over his frame while Optimus couldn’t even open his optics. ”This war has taken the lives of billions and ruined our planet. I shall feel the rage of all beings against you and take you down. No matter what you do, Destiny will never be denied,” You landed back on the ground and slowly walked towards the Gladiator of Kaon. “You should be one with the Allspark! That is your destiny!” Megatron denied my presence and tried to shoot me. The blast of energy vanished into the air, same with the second one. “Destiny has decided that I will choose yours. And don’t even try to stop me” 

“NO” Megatron tried to finish what he started, killing Optimus, but Optimus wasn’t there anymore moved gently to the side. Megatron’s blade struck into rock, he couldn’t believe what was going on. The prophecy couldn’t be true, or that was what he wanted to believe. “You cannot be the guardian of the Primes! I will destroy you once and for all!” He tore the blade out of the ground and attacked. Y/n didn’t have a challenge but for Megatron? He was already struggling to fight against you. The Black Energon giving you strength enough to slay Unicron, the chaos-bringer.

Optimus was now conscious and knew what was going on, but he couldn’t believe it either. You as the new Guardian of the Primes? It was supposed to be a foolish prophecy, but right now, his sparkmate is the only and last one. The title gifted by Primus and Destiny together. 

The battle was more focused and brutal than he had ever fought against Megatron. He noticed a new thing about you. Y/n did not need to take a step back or crouch and dodge since you were teleporting around Megatron. Also, a pair of wings made from light folded against your back.

Shock took everybody over as Megatron’s blade went through you, but it broke in half and Megatron was pushed away from you. The cut vanishing in seconds. “Accept it, Megatron. Your time is up.” He already gave up as he was on his knees waiting for you to finish the battle. You pulled your servo back, blade already out and ready to strike and you did it. The blade went through Megatron’s Decepticon sign. Optics flickering. He was officially offline. The war was done after eons of fighting and the loss of loved ones.

You turned away, not wanting to look at the frame of a dead warlord. Instead, you headed towards Optimus helping him stand up. “Are you hurt? What am I thinking, you most likely are, but I’m glad you’re alive.” You held the Prime gently as everyone processed what happened. “You did it. You. I- I thought you died.” Everyone knows it’s unlikely for Prime to show emotion yet Optimus held you afraid of losing you when he let’s go. “I’m alive and right here, but I was afraid that you would be soon to follow the same destiny.” You wrapped the wings around you both as your sparks aligned and connected. Sharing thoughts and feelings, calming each other and bringing them back, pushing the panic away. “My guardian, a gift from Primus itself.” Optimus murmured gently as your forehead was pressed against each other. “My Prime, a gift from Destiny themselves and the one I’ll protect forever.” 

You two were the strongest pair of two sparks that ever existed. After time your both’s destiny arrived and you both joined all-spark together. You two were the new Primus and Destiny. 

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AN: Here you go :) I wrote this in under an hour so it might be messy. Also, I just made the idea of a Guardian of the Primes ofc. This is like the first angsty one I publish so it's weird. Request anything similar please!

[dragqueenstarscream]

shelter from the storm

monsterformers firedrake!optimus x harpy!starscream

my first transformers fanfic and they're not even robots. oh well, c'est la vie! this is the first fanfic for my monsterformers au, featuring my favorite transformers ship out there! it's based on optimus' hike through antarctica from "triangulation", or, as i call it, the starop episode. if you wanna know more about this au, i have the monsterformers au masterpost pinned for all who may be interested.

contains: cuddling for warmth, pre established relationship, mentions of megatron being megatron, starscream having a flashback, no smut

throughout his life, starscream had many things to regret.

he regretted believing megatron's lie that joining the talons of unicron would restore him to his former glory. he regretted leaving his home world at all. he regretted getting cocky and not outright killing the old dragon when he had the chance.

he regretted ever leaving skywarp and thundercracker behind. primus, he regretted that more than anything else.

but now, as he trudged through the hellish blizzard ripping through the snowy wasteland he'd found himself in, his wings wrapped around his body as his only source of warmth, he realized that he'd soon have another regret to add to his ever growing list.

because when he'd found the location of another relic which might help him should megatron ever come searching for him again, he'd been ambushed by megatron's new favorite, dreadwing. the snarling gargoyle had bound him in cuffs and was ready to take him back to megatron before help arrived. but, of course, because the universe seemed to laugh at starscream whenever given the chance, he'd been rescued from being dragged back to his dragon master by another blasted dragon.

well. a firedrake. but the technicalities didn't matter now.

what did matter was that optimus prime, the most powerful voice of primus, a colossus of scales and horns and teeth, terror of the talons of unicron, was currently looming over starscream as he guided the overgrown lizard to the destination of the apex armor. the harpy would rather be anywhere else, with his only comfort being that no drones or homunculi of shockwave's would be dumb enough to attack either of them, not when optimus could easily set them on fire.

fire. the thought of it chilled starscream to his bones.

he'd pleaded with optimus to set him free from his cuffs - he already couldn't fly in this weather, removing his binds wouldn't do much - but someone must've stolen from optimus' hoard earlier that day or something, because he wasn't having it. much to starscream's dismay, the cuffs stayed on. so, that was how the two traveled, starscream navigating towards the armor, optimus right behind him. he tried to fill the silence by talking with optimus, but the dragon, firedrake, it didn't matter to starscream, seemingly wasn't in the mood for conversation. after a few minutes of talking to himself, starscream fell silent.

the snow stretched on endlessly overhead, only broken by mountains pushing up through the snow like giant horns. the black sky seemed never ending, the whirls of snow covering up the starlight which guided starscream's way. and, of course, the air felt blisteringly cold, seeping beneath starscream's feathers and skin to try and freeze his organs.

hours passed, and starscream could feel himself growing weaker by the minute. right as he felt as if his knees might give out beneath him, optimus broke the monotony of the wind whipping around them by growling, "here. this way."

"s-sir?" starscream asked between chatters of his teeth. he turned around to find optimus diverging from their course, making for something starscream couldn't make out in the hellstorm of white. as he came closer, he realized that optimus had found a cave at the base of one of the mountains. the harpy felt relief wash over him at the thought of rest, though it was quickly followed by uncertainty. surely, something else would've found this cave and called it home by now.

optimus stuck his giant head into the cavern and sniffed the air. after a minute, he declared, "the scents in this cave are old. nothing has been here for quite a while."

"a-are you sure, sir?" starscream asked. optimus just snorted and made his way inside.

"we'll rest here for now," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. starscream grumbled and followed optimus into the cave, not in the mood to argue with someone much bigger (and much grumpier) than himself.

the cave, thankfully, was big enough that they could both fit inside without being pressed up against each other. optimus began sweeping away snowdrifts with his tail, revealing the hard stone underneath. glancing to the stone walls all around him, he gave them one hard whack with his tail, shaking free some loose stones and debris. starscream shrank back beneath his wings, trying to hide from the falling stone. thankfully, optimus seemed satisfied, because he began collecting the fallen stones and arranging them into a circle near the middle of the cave, away from the entrance. starscream watched from a distance, curious.

once optimus had his stone circle complete, he took a step back to examine his handiwork. then, he drew his head back, like a snake about to strike, and opened his mouth.

starscream felt his heart leap into his throat as he saw the smoke furling from the corners of the dragon's mouth and the orange glow from within his open maw. with a terrified shriek, he scrambled backwards and pressed himself against the cave wall, covering his face with his wings. a few moments later, a fireball erupted from optimus' jaws, filling the cave with a flash of white light and searing heat.

for the briefest moment, starscream was back at the gemstone mine, cowering against the rock beneath him, as megatron reared over him, jaws open and ready to breathe a sickly purple fire. he could hear thunderous pawsteps approaching him, and he knew that at any moment, flames would erupt around him, setting his wings ablaze. he had to get out of here, had to fly away. storm be damned, he couldn't stay here with-

"starscream?"

a gravelly voice which definitely didn't belong to megatron disrupted starscream's panicked state. the harpy slowly lowered his trembling wings to see-

this wasn't the mine. and that wasn't megatron.

he was back in the cave in the middle of a snowy desert, with optimus standing in front of him, his head tilted like a confused dog. beside him, a bright orange and yellow, not megatron's unnatural purple, fire crackled in the center of the stone circle.

a fire pit. optimus had been building a fire pit.

you idiot, starscream. getting this worked up over nothing.

"why, you... watch what you're doing, you mindless brute!" the harpy squawked, clambering to his talons. "you could've killed me with that!"

optimus lifted his head just slightly, and his expression shifted, the confusion on his face washing away. starscream gulped. he knew what that face meant.

he knows.

"and anyways, what if i don't want to stay in here, hmm?" he challenged. he would've crossed his arms had his hands not been bound. "you seem very sure that i won't just leave this cave. what makes you think i won't go find the apex armor on my own? you need me to find it. what if i don't want to stop here?"

optimus just watched starscream for a moment, his scaly face still as stone. then, he started making his way over to starscream, making the harpy back up against the wall.

"i am giving you a choice," optimus said. he turned around and plodded over to the fire, laying next to it with his back to the cave wall. starscream's eyes lit up as he realized that not only were his hands now free to move independently, but the entrance to the cave was also open.

"w-what are you doing?" he asked in a shaky voice. optimus didn't respond. instead, he used one claw to lift starscream's bound hands closer to him, and with a single swift movement, snapped the chain keeping the cuffs together, like it was made of twine.

the harpy excitedly made his way to the cave entrance and rushed outside, only for the harsh blizzard wind to furiously buffet his wings, the cold sinking its claws into his skin. starscream felt like a fool as he realized the choice optimus was giving him. he could either venture out to find the apex armor and risk freezing to death, or worse, getting caught by dreadwing again... or he could stay in the cave, where he could rest, stay out of the nasty weather for a while, warm up by the fire, and find protection from optimus should dreadwing return.

even with his intense fear of dragons and their kin, starscream knew which choice he would make.

grumbling under his breath, starscream trudged back into the cave and sat by the fire, making sure to keep his distance from the dragon lying in the cave with him.

firedrake. whatever.

now that he was calm, he had to admit, the fire felt nice. he spread his wings in front of the flames, and he had to bite back a groan of relief as warmth sank into his aching muscles.

"why are you doing this?" he asked after a few minutes of awkward silence. "if you need to find the apex armor so badly, why are we stopping here?"

optimus stared into the fire, and starscream could tell that he was collecting his thoughts. "i have wanted to talk to you for a long time, starscream," he finally said.

"what do you want from me?" starscream asked.

"to talk," optimus repeated. he began tracing odd swirls and shapes into what little snow had settled on the ground as he talked. "your loyalty to megatron has been questionable for quite some time. the fact that you seek the apex armor now that you're not under his command tells me everything i need to know."

"i'm not joining you, if that's what you're asking," starscream snipped. optimus turned to give starscream a slightly frustrated stare, the tip of his tail twitching like that of an irritated cat. his body language said, just let me finish, and starscream got the message loud and clear. he cleared his throat and went quiet, allowing optimus to speak again. he turned to look back into the fire as he continued.

"you and i both know what will happen if megatron ever returns home," he said. "not only will he conquer both this human world and our own, but he will try to remake them in his image." he glanced at starscream and said, "no matter who may stand in his way."

the gentleness in optimus' eyes set starscream on edge. "i don't need your pity," he hissed, his wings bristling. "if that's the only reason you wanted to talk, you can keep it to yourself."

"that's not why i wanted to speak to you," optimus said flatly.

"then spell it out for me!" starscream snapped, his feathers puffing up out of exasperation. "if i wanted to hear someone talk in riddles at me, i would've sought out a sphinx!"

optimus went quiet for a minute, allowing starscream to collect himself. once the harpy had calmed down, optimus continued, "i'm offering you a chance at a new life. i won't lie to you, what i am offering will not be easy. you would be serving as an informant for the voices of primus, gathering intelligence on where the rest of the relics might be."

"you want me to be a spy," starscream huffed.

"correct," optimus said with a nod. starscream humphed and crossed his arms.

"and what's in it for me, if i risk my hide sticking my neck out for you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. at that question, optimus' face shifted, quiet confidence etched into his features.

"if you decide to help us," he said, "then, once this war is over, if we win, we will help you rebuild your home."

home.

starscream's eyes widened. his breath caught in his chest. the word hung heavy in the air like the smoke from the fire before them. the one thing starscream had missed from the moment he'd joined the talons of unicron, and optimus was offering to help him rebuild it.

no, he thought, forcing himself to hide the hope in his eyes. he could be lying to you. don't give in so easily.

"i don't need your help to rebuild my home," he sniffed. "i don't need anyone at all. i can do fine on my own. i did just fine on my own before this war, anyway."

"you'll forgive me if i find that difficult to believe," optimus said. "you must've had someone who cared about you before the war began."

"i did, once," he grunted. with a harsh, hollow laugh, he added, "primus knows where they are. they're probably both dead by now, for all i know."

optimus was right. there was no denying it. starscream felt his heart grow heavy with the memories of his brothers, still fresh as the day he left them.

optimus bowed his head, and to his surprise, starscream saw grief in his pale blue eyes. he reached out one big paw, as if to rest it on starscream's back to comfort him, but stopped and pulled away when he saw starscream lean away from his touch.

"starscream," he said softly, "i promise you that, should you decide to help us, when this war comes to pass, i will do everything in my power to help you find those you have lost."

starscream wanted to laugh. he wanted to ask optimus how dare he come up with such an audacious lie. but as he searched every inch of optimus' face for any sort of tell, any giveaway that he was lying, he couldn't find one. either optimus was a fantastic liar or he meant every word he said.

"why me?" starscream asked, his voice quiet and unsure. "why are you asking me to help you with this?"

"you are megatron's second in command," optimus explained. "you know more about his plans than anyone else in the talons of unicron, partially because you had a hand in some of his works. you would be the ideal choice for a job like this."

"well, at least you're honest," starscream mumbled, pulling his legs up to his chest and resting his head on his knees. he stared into the fire, letting the orange and yellow tongues of light consume his vision.

"and, starscream," optimus said after a moment's quiet, "i know what it's like to lose someone you love in this war. but unlike you, i now know that i can never get him back."

starscream turned to look at optimus, incredulous. he couldn't figure out who optimus was talking about. possibly someone from back home before the war? or did he mean-

"i'll give you some time to think about my offer," optimus said, interrupting starscream's thoughts. "but for now, we need rest. i'll wake you when it's time to get moving again."

unless...

with that, optimus closed his eyes and rested his huge head on his front paws. starscream watched as the big beast's breathing slowed and face relaxed as he started to fall asleep.

the harpy didn't move, still sitting in the same spot. how did optimus expect him to get any sleep in a place like this? the only thing in this stone hovel that was even remotely comfortable would be the snow.

no. no, you're not going to become bedfellows with a beast like him.

it didn't matter that optimus was probably the most comfortable spot for starscream to rest his head. he was still optimus, the foremost voice of primus, not to mention he was close enough to a dragon for starscream to want to keep his distance. no, he refused to entertain the thought any further. he could sleep just fine on his own, thank you very much. he backed up against the cave wall and wrapped his wings and tail around himself before closing his eyes, determined to get some rest.

five minutes passed, then ten, then fifteen. sleep evaded starscream, no matter how he reconfigured his body to make himself more comfortable. in his sleep deprived state, he weighed his options, few as they were, and came to as logical of a conclusion as his drowsiness addled brain could muster.

one time won't hurt, but just this once. and you speak to no one about this.

setting his pride aside for the sake of sleep, starscream got up and walked over to optimus, sitting in front of him. he turned over onto his side and started to lay his head down on optimus' ribs, when he looked up and found himself staring right into one open blue eye. he let out an embarrassing squawk and stood straight up, afraid that optimus might swat him into the fire with his tail for being annoying.

if optimus was annoyed with starscream in any capacity, he didn't show it. instead, he slowly rolled over onto his side, exposing his underbelly. starscream couldn't believe his eyes. no monster in their right mind would ever expose their most vulnerable side to an enemy, unless...

he believes i won't hurt him.

and to starscream's surprise, he had no desire to. in that moment, he had every opportunity to gain the upper hand over the voices of primus, to plunge his talons into optimus' stomach, tear him open, and leave him to bleed to death right there. he could send the voices of primus plunging into darkness, and maybe even return to his seat of power at megatron's side.

but he didn't want to. not after optimus had offered him home, offered to help him find skywarp and thundercracker. he still wasn't entirely sure about this offer, but it was better than going back to megatron.

no, he didn't want to hurt optimus. right now, all he wanted to do was sleep.

starscream knew that a dragon's underbelly was the weakest part of their body. it was valuable knowledge to keep in one's back pocket when living under the rule of a dragon like megatron. this seemed to apply to optimus as well, for when starscream experimentally rested a hand on optimus' belly, he felt not diamond hard armor, but smooth, almost leathery scales, its softness only marred by raised, puffy battle scars. when he finally laid down on optimus' belly, he could feel the warmth emanating from deep inside him, the perpetual dragonfire burning within. starscream couldn't help himself as he groaned softly in satisfaction, both from being surrounded by warmth and having a comfortable surface to sleep on.

he finally rested his head on optimus' side, and with his ear pressed to his chest, he could hear the slow, steady rhythm of optimus' strong heartbeat, and he felt the gentle rise and fall of his broad chest. in a bizarre way, starscream found it soothing.

hearing a dragging sound behind him, starscream turned his head to see optimus had moved his tail so it was curled up against his body. then, as if it had a mind of its own, it raised up and slowly wound around starscream's midsection. its grip wasn't constricting like a giant snake, as starscream had anticipated it might feel. rather, it felt more like a very strange, yet comforting one armed hug. starscream reached out to touch it, then looked back up at optimus, who was still watching him expectantly. he made no move to stop the harpy as he wrapped one arm around optimus' thick tail and squeezed gently, as if to silently thank him.

that seemed to satisfy optimus. he closed his eyes and let his heavy head rest on the stone floor. it might've been a trick of the flickering firelight, but starscream could've sworn that for less than a second, he saw a small smile on optimus' scaly face.

starscream took one last glance past the fire to look out of the cave entrance. truth be told, he had no idea how he'd let himself get here. one moment, he'd been hunting for the apex armor, with a certain gargoyle hot on his tail. he'd never imagined that, at the end of the day, he'd find himself huddled up next to optimus fragging prime in the middle of a mountain cave, but sometimes, truth was stranger than fiction.

at least things were now looking up. at least he knew another path he could take.

starscream smiled in disbelief and shook his head. his past self wouldn't be caught dead in a situation like this. once he'd realized just how megatron had deceived him, he'd sworn that he would never trust a dragon again.

but, as he reasoned, optimus was a firedrake, not a dragon. he didn't count.

with exhaustion weighing heavily on his body and mind, starscream closed his eyes and fell asleep, uneasy yet hopeful for what the future would bring.

i've never written fic for these two before, so i hope i didn't mangle their characters too badly lmao. hopefully i'll write more for them in the future!

[kaeso4ka]

Primus loves you

Pairing: yandere Primus x human reader

Every person at least once in his or her life has asked the question: Is there a God? But hardly anyone has asked if there is another person's God?

You hardly wanted to know the answer to this question, but it found you. Or rather.

Primus loved you the way only a deity can: with a strange, unnatural love.

Or is that the way not only gods love, but also…?

The thought always stops at this point. Primus keeps you from thinking these unnecessary things. Such a sweet gentle man should not sully his bright mind with nonsense.

Manipulating the chemical bonds in your brain is criminally easy. It'll be even easier when Primus gives you the Spark and the Cybertronian hull. Yes, your human nature is beautiful, but it is not enough.

You must live forever for your new God.

Primus does not wish you harm at all. On the contrary, he is saving you from his brother Unicron. Earth will be destroyed sooner or later, but Cybertron is eternal. And Primus. And so will you now. To your misfortune.

[nevis-the-skeleton]

Same Anon who asked about Transformers as dogs. Since your response focused mainly on TFP, it got me wondering what the characters in your AU, "The Polar Star", would be if they were dogs. What do you think? (Personally, I think Skyfire would be one of those big, fluffy, Northern breeds.)

So here the video ^^ I will not put the characters I showed in the first video, because it will be the same thing, The Polar Star is still in TFP vibes. But, I'm then going to show others characters that we can saw in my story ;).

Decepticon:

Steve the Vehicon : Labrador Retriever

Predacons:

Skylynx : Pitbull

Darksteel : Chocolat Labrador

Autobot:

Prowl : Akita

Skyfire : Tatra sheepdog

Sentinels:

Sunder : Husky

Sceptre : Shar-peï

Froid : Mini Pinscher

Getaway : Pekingese

Chromedome : Yellow Labrador

Trepan : Dashund

Pharma : Airedale Terrier

Slingshot : German Shorthaired Pointer

Neutrals:

Overlord : Tibetan Mastiff

Unicron : American Pitbull Terrier

Primus : Poodle

Part 1

(it's The Polar Star too in fact ;3)