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the fact that I’ve actually had this happen multiple times when I’ve entered a new fandom is hilarious like what do you MEAN

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Kitsugi drabble preview -

(note: Kintsugi is a mech preg fanfic about Bumblebee and Prowl. For further context, check the description on my AO3 page, which is listed in my bio 🤠. This takes place at some point after chapter 3.)

Bumblebee carefully grasped the clawed servo resting on Prowl's middle, and slid his own under it - his palm resting against the slight swell of the carrying mech's stomach. Prowl's gaze drifted down to his lover's small hand, his long fingers quickly intertwining and melding with the other mech's.

"I think the bump looks cute on you." Bumblebee stated.

"Hmm, really?" Prowl asked.

"Yeah. Still really trips me out though - I forget that you're carrying most of the time honestly. Everything's been business as usual up until...y'know, Blurr got here."

Prowl let out a sigh at the mention of the Elite Guardsman.

"Blurr is nice enough." Prowl stated. "A bit high strung, maybe - but ultimately, he's a good fit. The other Elite Guard mechs, though..."

Prowl went quiet for a moment. Bumblebee jumped to interrupt the dead air.

"Ugh, who cares what any of those blowhards have to say? You're forging a sparkling, Prowler. I bet none of those Elite Guard boltbrains could do that."

Prowl snickered, before letting out a fond sigh.

"I suppose that's true, Bumblebee." Prowl conceded. "I understand what they have to say about me being a liability for the team though. I'm not in much of a fighting shape right now."

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Assorted Swinlock headcanons: volume 1

Swindle is a good cook. He just doesn't really have much time to show off his skills. When he's in the kitchen though, he doesn't like others to bother him. His favorite dishes to make are stews and soups.

Lockdown has undiagnosed autism. He is 100% face blind, and he doesn't do well with rigid structure (such as school, or a normal job) - which is why he's a bounty hunter. He also has issues communicating with others. He tends to just close himself off when angry.

Swindle isn't much of a cheapskate. He loves a good bargain though. He loves to 'save' vintage goods from thrift stores, pawn shops, auctions, etc. He is partial to vintage firearms, and will spend lots of money to get his hands on them.

Lockdown's favorite color is orange. He has orange bedsheets, and his favorite prosthetic has orange accents.

Swindle can be a people pleaser at times. It drives Lockdown absolutely bonkers. That isn't to say that Swindle doesn't have a back bone though.

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Thought about writing a chapter that takes place between Warm Horizons chapter 9 and 10 - but would be published as its own fic because it takes place in the alternate ending (also cause the writing in the published Warm Horizons is janky and I don't want to do revisions again). So I'll publish the WIP version here. 🤠

(Warm Horizons is a mech preg fic about Swindle and Lockdown. Please take note that it is mech preg played very straight, and taken very seriously!)

Shuffling through the hallway of his home, Lockdown ruminated on his current predicament - which really wasn't all that bad, all things considered. Sure, he was about 7 million years old, was due to pop out a pair of twins any day now, and was carrying perhaps a bit too much weight than he would've preferred on his back and hips - but things always could've been worse.

While giving up everything he'd ever worked for and known to shack up on a Decepticon outpost wasn't exactly what he had in mind for the future, Lockdown had always considered himself an adaptable mech. Although this new, quiet, domestic sort of life was quite the adjustment for adjustment, it was still the best course of action for both him and his twins. In New Kaon, there was always enough fuel to go around, reliable enough medical care, and a sense of safety that Lockdown had seldom seen since his youth.

No longer were there long nights spent sleeping cold and alone in whatever shelter Lockdown could scrounge together on a job, or cycles upon cycles spent drifting away through space while on the run - there was instead a safe, warm, and secure home that waited for him each night. Most importantly, though, there was somewhere stable and nurturing to raise his twins. It would’ve been easy for Lockdown by himself to survive out in the vast galaxy - but for two sparklings, there was nowhere that was going to be safer than the home Swindle and Lockdown had built here for them.

On that subject, Lockdown also had grown more and more comfortable with his partner’s company over the past solar cycle. While sharing such close quarters with Swindle had driven the bounty hunter nuts initially, he'd come to be quite accustomed to the salesmech's presence. Whether it be his warm, rich laughter, or his bright, cheerful smile, Lockdown found it so easy to just put his guard down around him - to just allow himself to hold and be held in that mech's strong arms. 

It was almost too easy, really.

Sometimes, Lockdown thought about somebody - or something, even - taking away his new life from him. When he listened to Swindle’s warm rich laughter while they recounted the events of the work day over dinner, or when they would sway and dance together in the kitchen, his processor would sneak slivers of intrusive thoughts into his thought process. What would happen if Swindle sold him out to any of these younger, hungrier bounty hunters in the galaxy while he was on the edge of helplessness? What would happen if Lockdown just pulled the trigger, and took the hit out on when Swindle was at his most open and vulnerable in their bed?

It would be all too easy to collect the price on his head, Lockdown thought. All Lockdown would have to do was just snuff the light out of those optics in his sleep. There would be no chase, nor would there be thrill. Nobody was here in the house to stop him, after all. If he simply took Swindle’s scatter blaster laying under the bed, or even just his own prosthesis sitting beside their bed, while the other mech slept peacefully, it could all be over. A swift and brutal ending to this new chapter they’d started writing together -

Lockdown's trail of thought was cut off with a howl of pain as a sudden, stabbing, and painful contraction gripped his frame. The bounty hunter cursed as his knees buckled under him, and he fell against the wall - managing to catch himself just before he fell to the ground. Forcing himself to just keep breathing steadily and slowly as he waited for the pain in his middle to subside, the old bounty hunter gave reassuring strokes up and down his bump to hopefully put the pair of sparklings inside at ease.

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Jazz isn’t an idiot.

He sees the lingering touches Sentinel brushes along Optimus’ arm. He hears that voice dripping with obsession venting on and on about Optimus. He feels the chilling space grow as Sentinel reaches for Optimus. this should be a good thing— a great thing even!

But Jazz isn’t an idiot.

Sentinel Prime is the type to aim for the stars. Pushing and pushing the limits until he can hold the galaxy in the palm of his hand. When he wants something he’ll throw away everything to get it. And he wants Optimus.

… Jazz should have known.

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Warm Horizons-verse mini drabbles: cohabitation edition

When Lockdown found out he was carrying, he stopped working as a bounty hunter because of the strain that both his work and that pregnancy put on his frame. Because of his status as an outlaw, and his lone wolf nature, he accidentally isolated himself, and ended up driving himself stir crazy. Noticing Lockdown's dissatisfaction with his circumstances, Swindle offered to travel for him temporarily, and to help out around the ship. Seeing as he was the sire of the other's sparkling, he felt responsibility towards making sure Lockdown had his emotional and social needs met.

They ended up driving each other insane initially. Lockdown was already very frustrated with being unable to work, and was knee deep in the first quarter of his carrying cycle. He was just unhappy all of the time. Swindle wanted to make him feel better through any means possible. He was staying in the bounty hunter's ship after all. He kept Lockdown company, made meals for the both of them (Lockdown isn't much for cooking), and always lent a helpful servo. However, many of his efforts were perceived as overbearing by Lockdown, who was accustomed to being very self reliant - which wasn't entirely wrong. Swindle was sometimes concerned with the bounty hunter's activities...perhaps a bit too concerned, in Lockdown's opinion. It was somewhat suffocating.

How they resolved their differences was that Swindle and Lockdown ended up having a huge argument. One day, Swindle expressed his worries about Lockdown continuing his regular training and exercise regimen while he was 3 months into his carrying cycle. Lockdown snapped and asked Swindle to stop trying to control and stifle everything he did. They went at it for a while before Lockdown decided to shut himself off into his mancave armory to angst.

It took Swindle a few hours to realize that he owed Lockdown an apology. When he made dinner for the two of them, Swindle came to the door of the armory to attempt to get Lockdown to come out and refuel. When faced with his partner, though, the bounty hunter ended up just closing the door on him. Swindle had to talk to Lockdown through the door for a while to coax him to open the door and let him inside - explaining that he only wanted to support and help Lockdown, but that he did it wrong. He didn't realize that he was suffocating Lockdown at all until the tension between them boiled over.

Lockdown then opened the door to see Swindle holding a bowl of energon dumpling soup in a small thermo with a sad little look on his face. Unable to resist the sight of Swindle's puppy dog eyes, Lockdown let him in, and took the soup gingerly. Popping open the canister, Lockdown took a swig, before he began to apologize as well. He hadn't been very appreciative of Swindle's efforts to be accommodating, and he felt terrible for pushing his partner away when they needed each other the most.

After that incident, they slowly begin to grow fond of each other's presence. Swindle gets Lockdown to join in on cooking by getting a vegetable chopper, which lets Lockdown have more input on what ingredient goes into what dish. Lockdown begins being receptive to having Swindle's company while he works on mods and on the ship (think of the concept of parallel play). Life slowly gets more and more domestic for them, which is a nice change of pace.

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As a fic writer, i need every reader to know that:

I don’t care if your comment is coherent. I know what you mean and i love you

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I don’t care if you leave a comment on a fic from four years ago or leave comments/kudos on like ten of my fics in one go. This isn’t IG, pls stalk my AO3. I love you

I don’t care if you mention the same thing in your comment that four other people have already mentioned. It’s actually really useful to know what resonated with people and I love everyone who takes the time to tell me they liked a particular turn of phrase

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just saw a fanfic on ao3 have a dedication for chatgpt... that section is meant for your horny perverted mutual who proofread your work, you violated sacred law and you will be torn apart and laid bare btw

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This week, I read a fic that was around 20 years old, which had originally been posted on the author's personal website and which she added to AO3 a few years ago. She listed her email address with the fic, so after I finished reading, I sent her an email saying how much I enjoyed the story, how much I appreciated the work and effort she obviously put into it, and thanked her for uploading it to AO3. She responded the next day and thanked me for my message, then said she had a few more stories in the same series that she hadn't gotten around to uploading. I checked this morning--she added a 35,000 word novella and thanked me in the summary.

👏 comment 👏 on 👏 old 👏 fics 👏

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me as a writer

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no way ppl are using ai to write ao3. what happened to being a tortured writer. what happened to blood on the page. what happened to the ao3 curse. people used to get run over, have their houses burned down, break their entire spines and they still put in the work to finish a chapter. fuck you, using ai. y’all are weak

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Various Lockdowns from my Warm Horizons AU. He has no eye markings here because I chose to just write them as makeup honestly 😭

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Let's try this again...

About the author:

My name is Cai/Meli, and I'm a fanfiction author. This is my writing blog, where I talk about AUs for various fandoms. I have been writing for about 6 years, and have been active on AO3 for about 8.

Primarily, I write Transformers mpreg. I also write yuri fanfiction sometimes. I enjoy Guilty Gear, Transformers, and Metalocalypse.

To be clear, I'm an adult who writes stories that sometimes center around mature (but not sexually explicit) subjects. I really would rather only speak to people around my age. I would rather not interact with people who are 15 and younger.

Thanks for reading!